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jake-whatthefisgoingon-kiszka · 9 months ago

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Above Snakes

Back already with part 3! This chapter was ummm… fun to write. I hope you enjoy!

Pairings: Sam Kiszka x Danny Wagner ***slassssh

Warnings and tags: if there was ever a chapter that was 18+ only it’s this one! Adult content including: talk of smoking and drinking, lots of cursing, smut including: kissing, fingering, m/m sex, very slight dom dynamic, cowboy AU

Word count: 6.2k

Danny woke up the next morning with a terrible headache, but that didn’t stop him from feeling excited about spending another day out on the ranch with Sam. Last night Danny felt like he’d really broken through whatever invisible barrier Sam had placed between them. He was one step closer to cracking the code that was the alluring enigma of Sam Kiszka.

Drinking with Sam was different than smoking with Sam. In the evenings when Sam would let Danny linger around his house before heading back to his small camper for the night, Sam would be calm and relaxed. He’d still have a bit of an attitude that was for sure, but Danny knew that was just part of Sam’s personality. He always had a quick comeback or a witty remark and even that was impressive to Danny. Though even with the help of a smoke or two Sam kept his guard up, still seemed to be stuck in his thoughts.

Drunk Sam was a different story. The more tequila he had last night, the less he worried about sounding smart or keeping his guard up. Danny only worried now if Sam would even remember most of the conversation they’d had last night because by the time he dropped Sam off at his house late into the morning hours Sam was a giggly stumbling drunken mess. A cute mess, but still it wouldn’t help if he tried to just forget it all and go back to the way they were before.

When Danny made it out and up the long dirt road he met Sam who came out of Josh’s office with a scowl on his face as he held a steaming mug up to his lips.

“Morning, little hungover?” Danny greeted him, keeping his distance for now just in case.

“No talking, just coffee” Sam replied, holding his hand up to silence Danny while he took a long drink and groaned at the burn of the searing hot liquid down his dry throat.

“It’s pretty cold out today isn’t it?” Danny ignored his dramatics and started on the usual chores, noticing how they had both bundled up in a couple of jackets this morning.

“Yeah, cold front coming in” Danny was surprised to hear Jake say from behind him since he hadn’t heard him coming, “chance of snow tonight too”.

“Fuck” Sam groaned again, “that means I’ve got to cover my garden back up. I thought we were done with snow for the year”.

“What’s his deal?” Jake asked Danny after one look at his brother. He was clearly wearing a dirty pair of jeans because the legs were wrinkled and there were dirt and grass stains on the knees. It didn’t look like he’d brushed his hair either and he’d yet to put it up.

“He might’ve had too much to drink last night” Danny replied, making Jake sigh and shake his head.

“Well hungover or not you’ve got a lot to do today since both of you were out yesterday. Bobby got some of it done but you know he’s slow”.

“Yeah yeah I know” Sam finished his coffee and handed the empty mug to Jake to take back inside Josh’s office before heading towards Danny. “Come on, let’s go get this shit done so I can go home to eat Tylenol and take a nap for lunch”.

Sam did just that, leaving Danny to fend for himself in his camper for his own lunch. He used the last two pieces of bread he had to make a sandwich and ended up passing out on the small built-in sofa until he heard a banging on the door.

“Ready to learn how to ride a bull?” Sam started as soon as he opened the door. His nap seemed to have helped his mood, however Danny's condition only worsened. Mostly because of the way he’d fallen asleep, hands stuffed in his jacket pockets and shoulders scrunched up. It was really cold in his camper but he wasn’t one to complain, surely whatever Sam had in store for him would warm him up.

Danny followed Sam out to the truck he’d brought, getting into the passenger's seat and holding his breath as Sam took off further down the dirt road than Danny had ever ventured. Within minutes they were arriving at the south pens.

They were in a lot worse shape than any of the other pens on the property. Most of the railings were rusted and being held together with thick ropes and chains that were just as old and rusty. The grass was grown out everywhere that couldn’t be reached by an animal to graze on.

Sam jumped out of the truck and called Danny over to help him with the stuff in the back. Somehow he’d managed to stock the bed of the truck with everything they needed without raising any questions from anybody.

A couple of Sam’s favorite cow dogs came running over to greet them. Sam must’ve brought them over earlier to help with herding the bulls into the corral. He had really thought this through a lot more than Danny had, which made him wonder why Sam was going so far out of his way to help him. Whatever the reason, even if it was just to watch him make a fool of himself, Danny was beyond thankful and hoped he could make it up to him soon.

“Alright when you mout ‘em make sure you get a good grip with your calves” Sam coached Danny from where he stood on top of the railings trying to hype himself up before tossing his leg over the back of the bull they’d managed to get a rope around. This was one of the tamer ones, so Sam was able to hold it steady against the fence with one end of the rope while Danny gathered his bearings.

As soon as he was seated he slipped his gloved hand under the braided rope and he held the other in the air just like he’d seen riders do before. Was that supposed to help him keep his balance? He wasn’t a hundred percent sure and he didn’t feel very confident in the position yet, but he turned his legs outwards and dug his heels into the thick muscle and gave Sam a nod to let him go.

“Keep your back straight!” Sam hollered as he let the rope go and gave the back end of the cow a slap.

Danny’s body jerked with the movement, but he got the feel of his position when the first kick came. He slipped forward, feeling like he’d surely slide right off, but all the muscles in his legs flexed to keep him in place and he pushed back against his arm to keep himself upright.

“Yeah! Work your hips!” Sam yelled again, startling the beast and making him kick even harder to get Danny off his back. It was successful this time, Danny lost his balance and was thrown to the side, flung to the ground in one blurry motion.

Sam set the dogs on the cow while he jumped the fence and ran to help Danny up who was still reeling from everything he’d just put himself through. His body was on fire, blood coursing through his veins a mile a minute as his heart thundered in his chest with adrenaline. His arms and legs were already sore with exertion, but he hardly felt the landing.

“Let’s go again” Danny panted as Sam got hold of the rope around the bull and climbed back over the fence to hold it there again.

“Careful, don’t strain yourself” Sam warned as he watched Danny climb up the fence as well, only this time he needed a lot less mental preparation before mounting again.

He felt the bull breathing heavy underneath his legs as he got back into the position Sam had taught him only minutes ago. With his hand tucked back underneath the rope he closed his eyes and matched his breathing before raising his other hand and nodding his head again. His eyes snapped back open when Sam let go of the rope and the bull bound off again with a quick kick. Again Danny managed to hold on through the first one, but by the time the second kick came his limbs were already feeling numb and his back gave out on him. He lost his position and as soon as the bull jumped his face came down and made contact with the back of the cows head and he was knocked off onto the dirt once more.

He felt the landing this time, the way his body collided with the hard ground and knocked all the air out of his lungs. Yeah after that one he was done for the day.

The dogs came running back in, barking and nipping at the cows legs to keep it backed away while Sam pulled Danny upright again.

“Shit your nose is bleeding, here” Sam threw his jacket off and held it between his knees as he shimmied out of his next layer, an old plaid flannel. He reached out and grabbed Danny’s hand, pulling him closer so that he could bunch up the flannel in the other hand and hold it up to Danny’s dripping nose.

When Danny realized what he was doing he tried to pull away, though it did feel good to have Sam suddenly bring his tired and worn body close like that. “You’ll ruin your shirt”.

“It’s alright was about ruined anyways, I’ve had this since highschool”. Sam kept Danny’s hand in his own and walked backwards with him to get them safely out of out of the corral, “come on let’s go sit down for a bit”. They moved from the trampled dirt over to a more grassy area and Sam brought Danny’s hand to the bunched up shirt so Danny could hold it himself until the bleeding stopped.

“You don’t think I’m going to be able to win do you?” Danny questioned after they both sat down next to each other in the grass. He looked down at Sam’s flannel in his hands, trying not to think about a young Sam wearing this same shirt back when it was new. Was Sam just as wild and cheeky back then as he was now? Or was the younger version of Sam more quiet and innocent? Either way he was becoming more and more determined to become acquainted with every version of Sam he could unlock.

“I think you’ve only had a day of practice but with more, a week maybe, who knows you could blow the whole competition out of the water”. Sam flashed him a smile that made Danny worry his nose might start bleeding all over again.

“Can I ask you something?” Sam questioned next. His smile had faded and he was avoiding eye contact now by focusing on picking at blades of grass below him.

“Hmm?” Danny replied, checking to see that his nose was dry now and wiping gently to make sure there wasn’t any blood drying on his nose or lip.

The wind started to pick up and Danny could see Sam’s skin prickle with the cold. His jacket was discarded next to him, but Sam didn’t seem worried about putting it back on right now. Instead he was contemplating something else entirely. “What did you mean last night when you said you liked me?”

Danny sighed and Sam glanced over, slightly worried Danny was upset at him for bringing it up. Maybe Danny had only been playing with him but now that they were sober he found Sam annoying, or worse foolish for thinking too much into it.

Sam’s eyes were as round as dinner plates as Danny leaned forward and reached towards him, but Danny only reached around him and picked up his jacket. He pulled the thick fabric around Sam’s shoulders, letting his fingers slip underneath and feel the coolness of Sam’s skin along his neck.

“I meant exactly that. I like you. I’ve liked you since I started working here”.

“But I’ve been mean to you. I’ve made fun of you…”

“Sam, I know you’re not serious about any of that stuff. I’m not sure why you try to push new people away, but I can see past all that. You’re funny, and smart, and you want to help people. You’re one of the most genuine personalities I’ve ever met”.

Sam shivered at the way Danny’s fingers gently grazed against the curve of his neck and shoulder. His mind was so full of all his thoughts he wasn’t even registering that Danny was touching him, but his body was still reacting to it on its own.

Danny was right, he thought. He did try to push new people away because he was never sure who he could trust. Although Danny was still slightly mysterious and quiet around him, he felt confident after their time spent together so far that Danny was someone he wanted to try to let in.

He wanted Danny and it was evident in the way his eyes studied the face so close to him now. He found Danny more attractive than anyone he’d ever met around here before. Maybe it was because Danny wasn’t from around here. He had an allure to him that Sam needed to learn more about, but did Danny feel the same way?

He was still unsure, but his eyes drifted down past delicate cheekbones and prominent nose to study the shape of his lips. His upper lip and chin were speckled with a very light hint of stubble, likely due to their late nights and early mornings Danny hadn’t found the time to get a fresh shave in recently. It was then Sam realized how close they were right now, because he could only make out that detail from this short distance.

He felt safe in this space. Out here away from all their other responsibilities with the rest of the ranch. Away from his brother's watchful eyes, always so worried about what Sam was getting into. He’d wonder later if they would disapprove of him getting involved with one of their hired hands like this, but right now their approval didn’t matter. All that really mattered was the way he felt in this moment. The wind blew again, pulling strands of his hair across his face and brushing the tall grass underneath him against his hands.

Danny's hand retreated from underneath Sam’s jacket and gathered the stray hairs wispily blowing around and tucked them behind his ear. In that same motion he pulled Sam even closer, closing the small gap between them until their lips were connecting.

Danny kissed Sam softly, hoping he wasn’t taking this all a little too far, but needing to make that leap or else he felt he’d go crazy the more he was with Sam and not kissing him. Sam let out a surprised peep and Danny nearly pulled away, but then Sam’s hands were coming up to grip onto the collar of Danny’s coat to hold him there, his own jacket falling back down to the ground.

Danny hummed when Sam accepted him, strengthening the kiss and wrapping his other hand around Sam’s waist, wanting him as close as he could possibly get him.

Sam got the memo and pushed Danny down into the plush grass around them before swinging a leg over his waist. Once he was on top of him Sam leaned down and hastily reconnected their lips. Danny let Sam take over from here, his hands naturally finding their way up jeans that clung tightly to his thighs and settling on his hips.

As soon as they both started to become more in tune with each other, mouths slotting together and chests heaving, Danny felt Sam’s cellphone in his back pocket start buzzing.

Sam attempted to ignore it, but Danny paused their frantic kissing to speak, “Sam, your phone”.

Sam groaned and let Danny go to reach around and pull the phone out, clicking the green button with a huff when he saw who the contact was. Of course Jake would be calling him right now.

“What?” Sam answered in a pissed off tone, yet his eyes were still soft as he stared down at Danny laying below him.

He looked flustered, lips already pinkened, and he ran a hand through his thick curls as he tried to gather himself with Sam still sitting on top of him. That had gotten a little more heated than he expected, and he was internally scolding himself for not being able to control his desires. Desires that told him while he still had Sam within reach to slip his hand underneath the hem of his long sleeve shirt and run his palm against smooth abdomen that rippled against the touch.

“Shit right now?” Sam said into the phone after Jake told him whatever he called him for. “Alright, we’ll be right over there”.

Sam pulled Danny’s hand out from underneath his shirt with a sigh. Though he was enjoying how handsy Danny was getting, it was about time they stopped messing around, both figuratively and literally, and got back to work. “Want to go help birth a calf?”

“She’s two weeks early” Sam mentioned to Jake when they made their way back.

“Yeah, todays not exactly the best day to be havin’ a baby with the weather comin, but guess that’s our problem not hers huh?” Jake replied, standing beside the cow with his hands gloved and on his hips. “Danny, you ever been a part of a calving before?”

“Long time ago when I was a kid at my grandparents. Just stood and watched that time though” Danny replied, standing back and letting the experts have their space.

“Well you’re not just watching this time!” Sam grabbed Danny’s hand just like he had earlier and pulled him forward, grabbing the extra pair of gloves Jake had brought out with him and shoving them into Danny’s arms.

“So you want to just observe at first. If the cow can birth without assistance then you don’t want to interfere. Depending on the size of the calf and the pelvic area you might have to jump in though if she starts struggling” Jake explained to Danny once he got gloved up and pushed into her place behind the cow.

“How do you know if the calf is too big?” Danny questioned trying to learn as much as he could in case he ever had to do this on his own. They had a few pregnant cows in the herd right now, but this one the first to go into labor since he’d arrived.

“Reach your hand in there and see” Jake instructed him, raising his brows and nodding his head for Danny to go ahead when he got a look of shock in response.

“Come on big man, you’re not squeamish are you?” Sam snickered from behind them where he stood with his arms crossed over his chest.

Danny ignored him and gave Jake a second questioning look before Jake grabbed his hand and guided it for him. “You feel that? That’s the head, and there’s the hooves. It’s in the right position” Jake retreated and let Danny take over once he was more secure with what he was doing. “Now go ahead and give it a pull to help her along. Don’t worry you won’t hurt her”.

Danny did as he was told and Sam watched as he and Jake worked together to get the calf out. Once it was on the ground in the pile of hay Jake had laid out and the mama cow was licking its baby clean, Danny was smiling from ear to ear.

“You’re a natural Danny,” Jake smiled back to him, both feeling proud to have the first successful birth of the year. He pulled his gloves off and pat Danny on the shoulder, “we’re glad to have you here man”.

Danny smiled wider and bent down to get a closer look at the newly born calf. In absolute awe of the beautiful force of nature he’d just been a part of.

Sam watched the interaction with a twinge of guilt suddenly striking him. Jake liked Danny more than any of the other hands he’d hired before, Sam could tell in the way Jake took care to teach Danny. Now here he was getting more involved than he knew he should. If anything went wrong between the two of them he knew it would cause trouble for his brothers and the last thing he wanted to do was be a bother. He needed to check himself and get his feelings sorted out quickly before they got out of control.

Sam kept his distance for most of the rest of the day. They had a lot to do to get ready for the oncoming snow even more so with a newborn in the barn to take care of and make sure it stayed warm on its first night. They had a quick dinner in Josh’s office since the day ran late then they parted ways for the evening.

He was just about to hit the sack when a loud knock came across his door. Who in the hell? Sam grumpily made the short way from his room to the door, swinging it open to see Jake and Danny standing underneath the soft yellow light of his porch light. “To what do I owe the pleasure at this hour?”

Without a word Jake pushed past Sam inside, but Danny idly waited until Sam stepped aside and allowed him in as well.

“Heaters out on the camper” Jake informed Sam quickly. “Won’t be able to fix it until I can go into town tomorrow and get some parts. Mind if Danny sleeps here tonight?”

Sam wasn’t sure why Jake was even posing it as a question at this point, he already brought him over. He crossed his arms and glanced over at Danny who seemed to refuse to make eye contact with him since arriving. After getting busy they hadn’t talked about what had happened earlier in the day, so the last thing Sam needed right now was to have Danny staying the night in his house while he was still worked up and confused. “Why can’t you just take him back to your place?”

“Don’t be difficult Sammy, just let him crash on your couch” Jake pushed, not noticing the slight tension in the air between them. “Besides, I’ve got company for the night. Company that I’d very much like to not keep waiting on me much longer”.

“Damn, sorry I didn’t know who else to call” Danny apologized for inadvertently interrupting his evening.

“No, you did alright by callin’ me. Just wish it would have been an easy fix” Jake sighed, giving Sam one last look that said suck it up.

“Alright, whatever” Sam gave in and turned to grab a couple of beers out of the fridge in his kitchen. If they were going to stay together then maybe these would help ease the awkwardness that had somehow wound its way around them. Of course it could all be in Sam’s head at this point, but the way Danny’s eyes followed him across the room with each move he took made him think otherwise.

Just as soon as he’d arrived Jake was gone and it was just Danny and Sam in his living room sipping on the beers. “Mind if I take a shower?” Danny asked and Sam silently showed him down the short hallway to the bathroom that was right next to his bedroom.

“There’s some extra towels in the cabinet above the toilet” Sam informed him before leaving him be and making his way back into his room to resume what he was doing before the unexpected visit.

Danny took a quick shower, just enough to clean his body of the day's work, then exited the bathroom in nothing but his boxers with the towel in hand as he dried his hair. He wasn’t trying to poke around or anything, but the close proximity of the bathroom to Sam’s bedroom made him peek in to see if Sam was still up. He saw Sam sitting on his bed scrolling through his phone, a large lamp on his bedside table casting just about everything in the tiny bedroom in an orangish glow.

It was an interesting sight. Danny was used to seeing Sam hard at work outside, so looking at him now relaxed and lounging in bed started to draw him closer to get a better look at this gentle creature.

“You going to come in?” Sam questioned. Danny hadn’t even realized he’d looked up from his phone or noticed his presence.

Danny wanted to accept the invitation, but he hesitated. Everytime that he’d been allowed to stay and have dinner with Sam at home he’d only ever sat in the front yard with him while they smoked, or sometimes at the bar in the kitchen while Sam cooked. This was the furthest he’d been. “Sorry, am I bothering you?”

“No, jus’ don’t want you standing around creepily in my doorway”.

Danny took a step in, but he wanted to clear the air before he came any closer. “I just wanted to say. I’m sorry if I did something to make you uncomfortable today”.

“Why do you do that?” Sam huffed, setting his phone down beside the lamp and sitting up. “Apologize all the time- like I care?”

Danny wasn’t sure why his attitude had returned at full force, he thought today had made a difference but maybe he was misunderstood. He sucked in a breath to gather the courage to face him because he didn’t want to backstep like this. Sam was upset for some reason and he needed to know why so that he could do better. Be better for Sam. “So you wouldn’t care if I did it again then?”

Danny’s challenge was unexpected, and it made Sam’s heart rate speed up. His body still felt the way it did when Danny had kissed him. His chest was tight and he felt like his movements were slow. He knew he shouldn’t incite him, but he craved his touch again more than anything. “‘Course not”.

“Good” Danny took a few more steps in, already coming to stand at the end of the bed. His voice was hushed and in a lower register, and he held eye contact with Sam now as he discarded the towel onto the floor. “Cause I want to, kiss you again… and more”.

Against his better judgment Sam got onto his knees and crawled over to Danny, reaching out and splaying his hands across his chest. “I want you to” he replied, shaking his head in disbelief at how quickly he’d given in after seeing Danny in this state of undress in his doorway. “Oh god I want you Danny”. He slid his hands up and brushed his fingers through the still sopping wet hair at the nape of his neck, pulling him onto the bed with him.

Sam attacked him the second he got onto the bed, grasping at his shoulders and nipping at his lips until Danny was laughing and pushing him back a bit.

“Slow down Sam, I want to savor this” he reached over and cupped Sam’s face, letting his thumb trace his cheek, then his bottom lip, and then slipped his thumb underneath his chin showing just how expansive his grip was as he pulled Sam back in, only letting their lips brush together now. “I’ve been thinking about kissing these beautiful lips for days now. I’m gonna take my time and get my fill”.

“You have?” Sam replied, shuddering underneath him at the heartfelt disclosure.

“How could I not? Sam you're so cute. You were driving me crazy last night. I swear I almost lost it once or twice”.

“Cute?” Sam groaned, reaching around to grab Danny’s ass and give it a warning squeeze, “I’m not cute”.

“Oh but you are” Danny chuckled, finally letting himself kiss Sam again who whimpered against his lips as Danny deepened it by sliding his tongue inside.

“Why didn't you kiss me last night then? I was sending you pretty strong signals” Sam asked when Danny let him go again, moving to kiss along his jawline and down his throat.

“Because I wanted this to be real, not an act” Danny admit, hoping Sam wouldn’t take that the wrong way and stop him right there.

“Then does this feel real now?” Sam pushed further, his eyes rolling back and closing as Danny’s grip on his jaw tilted his head so he could get a better angle to suck on his neck.

“You tell me” Danny replied between wet kisses, careful to not leave any marks in case Sam was sensitive about anyone seeing what they’d gotten up to alone together. At least he wouldn’t leave any marks where others could see.

“I like when you say you want me” Danny mumbled against Sam’s skin, letting his nose trace lines behind his ear making it prickle at all the sensations. “I want you too, I want-” he trailed off as he moved to nibble on Sam’s earlobe.

“What!” Sam panted, squirming now in Danny’s hands, “what do you want?” He was desperate to know what Danny’s plans with him were because he was too far gone now to accept anything less than what he wanted.

“I want to ravish you right here in your bed. I’ve been so good Sam, but I want to be bad”.

Sam grabbed his ass again and he groaned, “do it Danny, be bad just for me”.

That’s where Danny truly lost it as well. There was no more savoring the moment or gentle passes. No, he was tearing Sam’s clothes off him until they were both naked and desperate to finally be together.

“Have you been with another man before?” Danny questioned while he had Sam on his back and was languidly stroking his cock.

“I’ve…” Sam trailed off, turning his head trying to hide his face in the crook of his arm that rested on the pillows above his head. “I’ve explored with myself before”.

“Hmm, I bet you have” Danny smirked, biting his lip because damn he was so cute. “So you know you’re gonna need some prep”.

Sam let his hand flop to the side of the bed, pointing at the table that held the lamp that Danny refused to turn off. There was no way he was about to darken this experience in any way, not when he could see how flushed Sam got every time he even looked at him for more than a couple of seconds. “There, in the drawer”.

Danny followed his instruction and leaned over to open the drawer, finding a stash of lube and condoms. Sam watched from below as Danny’s muscles in his chest expanded with the stretch and he couldn’t help but run a hand up his side.

“That tickles” Danny drew back once he had all he needed, and picked up where he’d left off stroking Sam, adding some lube to make it even better.

“Are you ready?” He questioned once Sam was nice and slicked up, then he let his hand trail lower until his fingers were circling his entrance.

“Yeah, I want you Danny” Sam repeated what he’d said before knowing now that Danny liked hearing him say it. It worked, Danny was spurred on and he pushed a finger inside making Sam gasp at the feeling.

“You have to tell me if it gets to be too much, if any of it gets to be too much okay?” Danny requested once he got his first finger all the way in. “Okay?” He asked again when he didn’t get a response.

“Alright! Just hurry up already” Sam nearly begged, lifting his hips slightly so Danny could begin to move his hand. Within minutes he was adding another finger, making Sam hiss at the stretch but moan when they hit a place deep within him.

“There? Does it feel good there?” Danny pushed harder, trying to brush his fingertips up against that spot again.

“Yeah, it feels good, but I want more” Sam reached forward and grabbed Danny’s thigh, digging his fingers into the warm flesh.

“Just a bit more, I want to make sure you’re nice and stretched for me” Danny used his free hand and placed it over Sam’s on his thigh. He wanted to be inside him already, his own erection was throbbing with neglect, but he knew if he hurt Sam now he’d never forgive himself.

Sam whimpered and rocked his hips again, impatience spreading through his body as his tip began to leak pearly beads of precum. “I can give you another finger, how about that?”

Sam nodded and prepared himself with a steadying breath as Danny pushed in again with three fingers this time. It was harder to reach his special spot but he tirelessly worked his fingers in and out, curling them with each push inside until Sam was writhing on the bed.

“Okay, I think you’re ready” he slowly withdrew his hand then grabbed the lube again, finally giving himself some relief as he stroked the lube on.

Sam turned over and slid his knees underneath his chest, lifting his hips into the air and preparing himself mentally for the intrusion that was to come.

Danny clicked his tongue and hummed in disapproval as he sternly gripped Sam’s hips and flipped him over back onto his back. “Mhmm, want to see your pretty face while I fuck you”.

Sam’s cheeks burned bright red, highlighted with the orange glow of the room at Danny’s bold and demanding words. He would never admit he liked being talked to that way, but his cock twitching slightly did all the giving away. “You’re not going to fold me in half, back’s too shitty for that”.

“Don’t worry. I’ve got you” Danny’s hands still remained on Sam’s hips until one slid down the side of his thigh and hooked around his knee, pulling the leg over the over with a twist of his waist. “We’re going to fix that mouth of yours too”. He smirked as he straddled the leg pinned against the mattress, effectively mounting Sam like he was one of the wild stallions they’d tamed together.

Sam wanted to question that last comment, but he was cut off by the dull pressure of Danny leaning forward and pressing inside.

Dropping his act for a moment Danny groaned as he slowly became sheathed to the hilt. “Am I hurting you Sammy?”

Sam hadn’t realized he’d been clenching his teeth until he opened his mouth to reply, his jaw aching slightly “it’s okay, I kinda like the pain”. He laughed hysterically for a moment as his body situated itself to the feeling of being filled.

“I’m gonna move now then” Danny warned him, watching himself as he retracted slowly then thrust his hips forward again, almost immediately reaching that delicate bundle of nerves.

A moan distorted with a cry broke from Sam’s chest, warming his throat and making his mouth fall slack as his fists balled the corners of his pillow.

Danny kept up that same motion, over and over again snapping his hips and pounding into the same sensitive spot until Sam was squeezing his eyes shut as the warmth in his chest moved to settle in his stomach.

Words were momentarily at a loss to Sam until something snapped in his mind and he started to completely lose all sense of control. “Fuck, you’re so deep” he moaned, his body loosening up and accepting the brutal attack on his nerves until…

Smack!

The sound of Danny’s hand cracking against his ass cheek registered to him first, making his eyes snap open. Then the burn set in, flesh tingling as Danny ran his palm almost apologetically over the same spot.

“What the fuck” Sam hissed, though he was cutt off again by another slap across his ass.

“I told you, we’ll be fixing that mouth now” Danny glared down at him, though his eyes were filled with nothing but lust, letting his hand smooth over what was sure to be a flaming mark. “Do you want to try again?”

“No, I’ll be good. Just for you”.

Danny grinned, enjoying the symmetry of the moment. He’d given in to his bad side to have Sam like this, and Sam was agreeing to be good for him in return.

Sam moaned loudly and shuddered again as Danny took hold of his length and started stroking him in rhythm with his thrusts. “You gonna cum for me now? I bet you’re even prettier when you do”.

“Danny…” Sam whimpered his name because the only other things rushing through his head were more profanities until one more slipped out again, “fuck!”

Immediately after Danny delivered another blow Sam was spilling out all over himself, moaning and whining as Danny worked him through his orgasm, softening inside him with each passing thrust.

“You came too?” Sam asked after he caught his breath.

“Yeah I did, when you moaned my name” Danny smiled and moved off of Sam, lowering his leg and letting him straighten back out. He jumped off the bed and retrieved the discarded towel, using it to clean themselves up. “So, do I still have to sleep on the couch?”

#greta van fleet #gvf #danny wagner #greta van fic #sam kiszka #greta van smut #sanny gvf

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rielzero · 1 year ago

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About My Webcomic’s Age rating..

Random but I feel like I need to state it somewhere: My webcomic target audience is not for teens or minors, its for fellow adults like myself. (18+) I am aware that the story doesn’t really imply this right away- also I am currently not that good at drawing gore. (chapter 1 has a supposed gore scare) And it currently does not have any of these themes right of the bat as I’m still slowly introducing some characters and world elements when the story unfolds.

More mature themes will pop up at some point and there will be a maturity warning from that point on.

Being online all the time you sometimes forget that when you were a kid yourself you’ve explored similar things only to find out the author did not intend for you to be a part of that audience.. It’s really awkward for me if kids ever try to interact with me based on my story, if they claim to enjoy it- Uhhhhhhh this stuff gonna have some adult things in it. Like, psychological stuff, some characters have depression, and characters may have romances. I really don’t want to spoiler.

Majority of characters I write are adults (about 99%), I don’t feel super comfortable writing teens or kids. One of the characters was supposed to be canonically underage (Vale, which hasn’t popped up yet) but he was 17, so I might as well make him 19, because his attitude wouldn’t change much. (18 is considered adult here in my country, but I do feel like 20 or 21 is safer, my youngest characters tend to be around 18 or 19.)

Since I read comics myself, it does help me study up on how to depict things tastefully, but I’ve also gained an interest in the macabre side, so the gore might eventually improve and look less cartoon-ish. It is still early on in the story, so my style hadn’t really been an issue before, but since its superheroes It might seem age friendly at first; trust me, that is not my goal. Things are going to happen.

There’s also the concern that I may have to censor things for Webtoons, while Tapas doesn’t mind much. There’s a very obvious double standard at times, because I’ve seen things on webtoon originals AND canvas that would at times get censored depending on the user. It’s likely an art style thing too, but I don’t want to do very cartoony violence. I want people to feel like things are tough when they read more tense moments. To worry for characters.

akjskfhkhkh Anyway tldr: my comic is not intended to be read by kids. Yes, 16 year olds included. Kids kinda scare me online, I want to say ‘’DNI’’ but people get mad when you do that?? I also don’t want to be rude to them. Just understand boundaries, please. I’m a very awkward person and I rather interact with other adults.

I’m 25, I’m tired 24/7. *explodes*

As for the next update; a pov switch which introduces a side character, but also has a lot of dialogue. I haven’t been able to work on it yet due health stuff popping up (chronic pain is a bitch) I need to make a small refsheet and then do thumbnails. Soon~ I’m excited to continue and get into it. The Mangaka software on Steam helps with building environments for the backgrounds. Clipstudio’s shading assist also helps me improve the quality of the panels.

Addendum/spoiler for ch1 just in case: Hills, being a typical 36 year old, assumes people’s ages. This is seen in the end of chapter 1. Riel wears a mask, his eyes are kind of ‘’youthful’’ I suppose, so he’s sometimes assumed to be a teen- typically 20-25 year olds are mistaken for teens if they have a youthful appearance- COUGH as a twink IRL- people keep thinking I’m youthful. Riel’s ‘’infant’’ note is there to imply that Hills is an infant compared to him age wise. In case someone out there missed that. As this happens to me a lot, I thought it would be a fun joke.

#webcomic #webtoon #comics #about my comic

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the-adventures-of-john-and-timmy · 5 months ago

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Remember kids, don’t ever follow your dreams! Frequently, the you you are when you’re a kid is totally incapable of grasping just how fucking exhausting being an adult is, and will pick something cool and fun like astronomer or linguist or paranormal investigation. Conveniently not realizing that A) all of these things require so much more math than you were expecting, B) non of those majors are getting your bills paid, C) somewhere down the line you’ll get roped in to a “breath a word of this and you die” kind of government job trying to speak to some recently contained Xeno-sapiens, and despite having replaced your car battery just two months ago, you’ll end up stuck in the woods between your shitty job and your shitty house with nothing but your car keys to protect yourself from the giant alien pinning you to the dirt.

Stupid fucking back roads. No where to run. No serendipitous passerby. And no light save for the emergency flashlight John had dropped.

A long, lean and spined tail swished back and forth proudly, strong animal like legs were covered in mud -and what John could only hope was suspiciously red mud- a tattered pink shirt/dress covered most of the body yet still made visible the short and wet gray fur. Large pointed ears sat twitching about in blue green hair but the rest of the creatures face remained in shadows. Since joining his job he’s seen a lot of non earthly creatures, but this one did share some similarities with his current projects. Still he couldn’t be for sure without seeing the ey-

“Jhewehgerat Nu’gzhut Ho’kt Yiks,”

Or by hearing the language. The same language he’d been spending months trying to decode.

“Ho’kt Yiks Til’ete!” John shouted. It was his best version of “I am not a threat,” though the notion of John being a threat to a giant alien made of razor blades was probably pretty laughable.

Incidentally the creature did laugh. And laugh. And laugh. The damn thing howled with laughter so strong he fell over on his side, clutching his ribs. Unbeknownst to John the cultural connotation of his words made his sentence closer to “I’m a widdle smol boi,”.

John watched frozen, unsure if moving would break the spell, when Elns words of warning came back to him.

Extremely friendly and playful.

Even the three in custody -who were all on a decent amount of sedatives at all times- showed a strong desire to play, though each one did prefer a different kind.

The largest (who had actually given John the human nickname Brad to refer to him as) liked to play cards. John had gotten the most work done with him, though he still didn’t grasp the rules of the game where you threw the cards.

The smallest, Kh’lorilkilmitas or Kh’loril for short, liked to play mind games. Where Brad was dumbing down his language to get his point across to the language equivalent of a 5 year old, Kh’loril was very purposefully taking advantage of one of the few advantages he had over his captors. John couldn’t really blame him for that, but the tone in his words and the way he held so still like he was trying to trick his prey into thinking he was already dead, left John feeling very uneasy.

The most recent capture didn’t even have a properly balanced dose of sedatives, let alone a name. He wanted to play fight. Or maybe just fight. John hadn’t even been able to get close to his containment unit without the other damn near shattering the glass by excitedly ramming into it.

That being said, neither of the first two seemed to be concerned with the banging and yelling he created from his room down the hall, and Brad had offered to help him get some steam out, so maybe it was normal play fighting he was after.

Even still…

John’s focus returned to the wild alien next to him.

There was no way of knowing what this one wanted.

The creatures laughter died down and it rolled back over to rest his head on top of John’s chest and began picking away at the turtleneck his sweater.

Well there was ONE WAY TO TELL.

“aaaAAAAHHHH STOP XEGT XEGT! CAGH CAGH!” John’s hands grasped uselessly at the other, dwarfed in both size and strength.

“Does your Spanish need help? Learn fast and easy with Rosetta Stone!” The creature said suddenly. It’s voice was eery and strange now, not the easy and confident tone it had held earlier, this almost sounded like the recording of a woman. The Klykolians in captivity had shown a remarkable ability to pick up on languages, albeit a strong disinterest in make John’s job any easier so they rarely used what they learned. But this scripting seemed less for the sake of communication and more… as a joke?

The creature put the yarn of John’s sweater in his mouth and slurped with the speed and power of a drill with hair caught in it.

AH FUCK WHY DID THIS SHIT ALWAYS HAPPEN TO HIM?!?! Why couldn’t it happen to Raz or Monroe, or one of the staff members who was smart enough to carry a firearm on th- oh wait he did have a taser.

Thankfully his hands were free to dip into his pants and bust out the graduation present from his apparently-not-overly-concerned parents. 60,00 volts directly to the torso managed to get the creature to flinch off and away from him. A small victory from the entrenchment of a still very huge problem. Granted before John had time to congratulate himself the taser was swiped out of his hand.

Fuck now he’s done it. Not fast enough to out run him, not strong enough to get his weapon back, and he’s surly just pissed him off. The creature zapped his own finger. Zapped it again. And suddenly erupted with giggles, raptor like feet tapping excitedly on the ground as he began to zap every inch of his body that he could reach.

This wasn’t going to be entertaining enough for a full get away though. Especially not with his car broken down. Something else… he needed something else to get the playing field on his terms…

“AH UM! Tatag Teg’g?” Want eat? Fuck he didn’t know the word for food. “Uh uh, Oom!” Treat worked well enough as a synonym for now. John pointed at his car to more clearly indicate that the treat he was offering was most definitely NOT his own flesh

The creatures paused. Tased himself once more. It glanced at the car, then back and John. Slowly it got up and turned around, jumping on top of the car once and then twice. It scratched around the exterior, sighed, shook its damp fur and then hopped down to pick John up by the arm pits.

“Show us what you’ve got!” Once again the prerecorded voice of an announcer woman sounded from his throat.

With no shortage of flails and grunts, John managed to get out of the others grasp and into the car. Lucky he always kept snack in here. Corn nuts, beef jerky, the kinds of things he could leave in the center console of his car and forget about until he needed them. He was about to turn around and re-emerge when the whole car shook with the weight of a new passenger.

“OoOoh Hukxag’k! Cagh Ghkta Ststptat!” The giant creature promptly made an unsalvageable mess of John’s back seats by very politely curling up and laying down.

John was still double checking his translation of “oooh cool! No more rain!” When the creature reached over and grabbed his corn nuts.

“Tilimilinikitala Teg’g Otergheed?” He pointed at himself. John stared stupidly for a moment, utterly bewildered at this rogue alien creature who had moments ago held him to the ground at his mercy, and was now shoved in a car that was not made for him, asking for permission to eat snacks that had already been offered to him.

The alien snapped his fingers in John’s face “GOOD MORNING AMERICA,” came the generic radio host voice.

“Ah yes! Uh, Xazhit!” The creature laughed at him again but waisted no time in ripping int the bag of fun and exotic alien gas station food.

“Hahahah ‘Xazhit’,” the alien mocked his word choice while popping corn chips in his mouth and crunching down on them louder than John realized was possible. John sighed and closed the door to his car, happy for the moment of peace but what the fuck was he gonna do now? He’s had a very illegal very alien very unpredictable creature in his car, the worlds most dead cellphone battery, and a very long running streak of bad luck.

Entirely uninterested in John’s lamentations the creature poked John in the face, “Say it with me now folks-! Xa! Cagh ‘Xazhit’! Xa!”

“Xa?”

“Ding ding ding ding ding! Xazhit Yiks… mmm,” he held a fist to his chest and dropped his voice to do an impression of a soldier. “‘Xazhit Mixkdéght Touqga!’. Xa Yiks…” this time the creature pantomimed taking a drag of a blunt, let his arrows go wall eyed and did his best impression of a California surfer dude. “‘Xa Shegs,’. Do you understand what I’m saying to you Malcom?”

This was the most surreal moment of John’s life.

“Xa…”

“Woohoo yeah!” The creature cheered and laughed, corn nuts spilled on to the ground and the car shook just enough to somehow start the engine again. John’s head whipped around to his dashboard to find all the lights glowing dauntingly at him. There’s no way that just happened. But when one shoe fell-

“Hey, uh. Troghtht Ho’kt Kit’olma?” What’s your name?

“Tilimilinikitala or Tilimi Wequet Fwit,” (Tilimi for short) and there’s the other shoe.

The missing klykolian that the ones in custody blamed for their arrival here.

“These specimens have been conditioned for contact. They’re safe. But if you see them in the wild, DO NOT approach. It’s very dangerous.” “Why? Are they aggressive?” “No, they’re extremely friendly and very playful. That’s why it’s dangerous.”

#drabble #scp au #technically not done but i wanna copy and paste and i can't do that in drafts

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casspurrjoybell-33 · 9 months ago

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Wreckless - The Arcade

*Warning Adult Content*

Finnegan

I can't sleep... I've been staring at the ceiling for almost ever.

I wanna wake up Emmett but that's mean... it's only 3:27 a.m..

I turn over and then give up a minute later and go downstairs.

I'm gonna play something or maybe get a snack.

Maybe if I wake all the way up I can go to sleep again.

The outside light is on and I can see the pool and the table from earlier.

That was fun... So was our adventure.

I can't really believe he played with me, not like that.

It's one thing to let me use silly cups and a whole other thing to spend his time playing dinosaurs.

The pool was great too, we played games and relaxed and just had fun.

He's really good at Marco Polo.

I hear a creak above me and then he plods down the stairs.

"Are you okay darling?"

"Sorry... I woke you up. I can't sleep," I tell him softly.

He comes up behind me and wraps his hands around my waist.

"No problem. I'm just a light sleeper. Thought you were just going to the bathroom but you didn't come back. Anything I can do to help?"

"I don't know. This is nice."

I'm sorry he's not sleeping but I'm glad I'm not alone.

"How 'bout we curl up on the couch under a blanket and watch something?"

It sounds nice but...

"I want you to sleep. We can go back to bed. Maybe if you fill my tummy I can sleep."

He does a breathy, light chuckle in my ear.

"I'm not gonna say no to that, darling. I'm happy to try it."

*** *** ***

I wake up in an empty bed but I smell... bacon?

Yummy.

I hop up, get my glasses cause I'm half blind and pee and brush my teeth before I run downstairs.

"Hi."

"Hey darling, you hungry?"

"Yes."

I sit at the kitchen island and he gives me some juice.

"Coffee too?"

I don't know the rules about me drinking coffee but I need it.

It's not early but my eyes aren't quite working.

"Sure."

He looks confused though and I finally realize he's trying to find me a cup.

"I can use a big one."

"We need to find you a good coffee cup but I guess this will do for today."

He gives me a steaming mug and then flips a pancake.

It sizzles for just a minute before he slaps it onto a plate and starts cutting it up.

"I can do it, Emmett."

"So can I. Mine's cooking, I have time."

If he wants to... then that's fine.

"Okay."

"So Finn, I talked to Quincy, they're going to rent some bikes and go for a ride this morning to explore and then they're going to the beach this afternoon. Do you wanna do either of those with them?"

I don't know.

I haven't ridden a bike in forever but if Rhys can do it, I probably can.

Exploring sounds fun.

So does the beach but if I only do one I can have Emmett time.

He passes me my pancakes and flips his.

He also puts two pieces of bacon on my plate and I pick one up and munch it.

"Can you ride a bike, Finnegan?"

"Yeah, I can ride a bike but it's been a long time. I'm not sure I'm very good."

"Same. If you want, we can just explore on our own and meet them at the beach later."

He never makes me feel bad about not knowing stuff, it's nice.

"That sounds fun. What will we do this morning?"

"First we eat, then we can do anything you want. They have some pamphlets on the bookshelf if you want to look through them and see what catches your eye."

I race over but just before picking one up I go back to my seat.

"I'll get them syrupy."

"Better to wait until after you eat. There's no big rush, grasshopper."

As soon as I'm done I put my plate in the sink and wash my hands and then run over.

There's a big pile.

"The Water Park looks cool but we did slides already."

"Yeah and we don't have a ton of time, you slept in. Besides, we're doing the beach later."

I keep looking.

"There's a farm you can drive through and see the animals but I don't know, don't want to today."

The next one is perfect.

"The Arcade."

"That works, Finnegan. Even better that it'll be out of the sun cause you'll get plenty later."

"Yay."

After, we should do something he wants.

"Will you pick the lunch place? Something you like, okay? We can do something in big space after that, too."

"I will figure out lunch but I have no need for you to be in big space, Finn."

Maybe this is what was keeping me up last night.

I should tell him.

"Well, just so you know, I love you when I'm in big space too."

"The same you," he says, smiling.

"Yes."

The same me.

"Well I love all of you, darling."

He gives me a very tender, slightly syrupy kiss and I'm smiling so big that even my toes feel happy.

*** *** ***

When we finally get to The Arcade it's even better than the pictures.

It's an old one that still uses quarters and I make Em use my card to get a whole bucketful.

We play skee-ball for lots of tickets and we race cars and play pinball and air hockey and I put quarters in the one that pushes them off a cliff and win a ton.

"I have literally never seen anyone win on that one, Finnegan. Congrats. What are we gonna do with all these quarters?"

Duh.

"Play more games."

"Right. Silly me."

Silly Emmett.

"I want more tickets."

We spend an hour and a whole bunch of quarters getting me so many that I can barely hold them all.

We go to the counter and I have enough to get a whole bag full of fun stuff.

I get the little puzzles for your fingers, some parachute men that I am going to throw off our balcony, some candy, rubber balls, army men, a fun eraser, a candy necklace and some other things.

"I can't believe I got so much stuff."

I tell him as we walk back to the house.

"That is quite a haul, little boy. Maybe you should take something for Rhys, give him something. What do you think?"

That's a good idea.

"I will. I have lots that he'll like."

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thepremedthatwrites · 3 years ago

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Things Have Changed

request: Can you plsss do a Peter x reader relationship where the reader is a family friend and Peter has always had a crush on her and idk ends up admitting it to her at night or something and things get very heated like smutty or whatever.

Did I decide to edit this a day early because I'm procrastinating my school work? Perhaps. But anyways, I hope you all like this fic!

warning: smut below the cut

I could feel the beginning of sweat start to drip down the side of my face as I squinted my eyes trying to see the others in the water. The sand was at the border of being too hot to stand on in bare feet, causing me to walk closer to the water where the cold ocean had cooled the ground. “C’mon (y/n)!” Lucy shouted over the sound of the waves crashing into the shore. “The water isn’t even that cold!”

This was a lie and we both knew it. The icy water brushed the tip of my toes as I held back a shudder. At least the water would help me cool off from the unforgiving sun. As I stood contemplating what to do, I felt a hand graze my back. I turned to see Peter walking by me, a grin on his face. “Too scared to run in, (y/n)?” he asked. That was enough to kick me into action as I started to follow him into the water.

“Of course not,” I replied, holding back the instinct to let out a gasp as the cold water wrapped itself around my stomach. Both of our parents stayed by the towels and umbrellas, leaving the ocean to their children as they drank and talked about whatever it is that adults talked about. The blue house that our families had rented stood tall and proud behind our parents, overlooking the beach and whatever sat beyond what reaches of the ocean we could see.

Peter and I came to a halt as we reached where Lucy and Edmund were. “Where’s Susan?” Ed asked as Peter dunked his head under the water.

“I believe she said she was taking a nap,” I replied as Peter’s head reappeared from the dark water. His blond hair was now pressed against his forehead and had become a few shades darker from the weight of the water.

“Watch out! Big wave!” Lucy just managed to shout out the words before my vision was painted white as the wave crashed down on us. I lost control of my body as I let the current drag me around like a rag doll until I felt myself crash into something solid. At first, I thought it was a rock before I felt a pair of strong arms wrap around my chest.

“Don’t worry, I got you.” I heard Peter say as my head broke the surface. I gulped in a deep breath of air, the oxygen reaching my lungs as I wiped the salt water out of my burning eyes.

“Thanks,” I managed as the taste of salt water danced down my throat.

“I think some of the water went up my nose.” I heard Edmund say while Lucy was pushing her hair that had been plastered in front of her eyes out of her face. I turned my head to look at Peter whose arms were still around me. The sudden realization of the situation finally dawned on me and I felt my face warm at the close proximity. Suddenly his arms felt like iron chains around me and I couldn’t ignore the feeling of their weight on me. Peter seemed to have also become aware of the sensation of our bodies pressed against each other as he slowly removed his arms from me.

“Sorry,” he said softly, his face now also a light shade of pink.

“Yeah, no worries,” I said quickly. I was suddenly thankful for the large wave coming our way as I turned to face it, focusing my thoughts on not being drowned by the rushing water.

“I almost drowned!” Lucy exclaimed as we all sat around the dinner table. It had been my mom’s turn to cook dinner and so she had made us all steak. I started to cut into the meat as Lucy told Susan all about our adventures in the water. Peter and I had become a bit more quiet since the incident in the ocean. I felt myself stealing glances at him every now and then. Sometimes he had already been looking at me too.

“I’m so happy you guys decided to join us here in the states.” I heard my mom say to the Pevensies’ parents. “I feel like we haven’t seen each other since we moved to America.”

“I know, it seems the kids are having a lot of fun hanging out again,” Mrs. Pevensie replied. I turned back to the conversation but could feel the burning glances Peter occasionally threw at me throughout dinner. I was thankful when dinner was over, trying to wash the dishes as quickly as possible and avoiding being near Peter as much as the confines of the kitchen allowed. The parents had disappeared, most likely to the balcony that overlooked the water to drink some more and catch up on what they had missed in the past five years. As soon as the dishes were done, I excused myself blaming my exhaustion on the sun and went to my room.

I was surprised when I woke up to a dark room. I had expected myself to be unable to sleep and instead toss and turn until the rest of the lights went out in the house. I got up from my bed, checking my phone to see it was around three in the morning. My stomach growled as I turned on my lights. It seems that pushing the food around your plate does little to actually satisfy your hunger. I paused at my mirror before leaving. I brushed out my hair and checked to see that the pajamas I wore were acceptable to be seen by the public. I wasn’t sure if I would run into Peter, he was most likely still asleep, but I wanted to play it safe. I wasn’t sure why I was so concerned about my appearance around him. When we were younger, before my family moved to America, I could have cared less about what he thought of my appearance. But then again, we had been younger then. Five years younger to be exact. We had grown since then. His shoulders had broadened and he had become taller. My body had developed curves where it used to be straight and I had finally grown into myself. We weren’t how we were back in the UK. We were older and more mature.

I shook the thoughts from my mind and opened the door to my room. I walked as quietly as I could past my parents’ room and then past all of the Pevensies’ rooms before reaching the stairs that led to the living area that held the kitchen. I opened the fridge as my stomach automatically growled at the sight of all the food. The best part of being on vacation was the fact that the fridge was always filled with leftovers from dinner. I settled on some of the mac and cheese, spooning some into a bowl before putting it into the microwave. I stood patiently as the whir of the microwave filled the silence that had settled into the room.

“What are you doing up?” I jumped at the voice before turning to see Peter standing by the entrance of the kitchen.

“I was hungry,” I said while pointing my head to the microwave. He walked over to me and I was suddenly thankful I had spent the extra time on my appearance before leaving my room. He wore only a pair of grey sweatpants. I couldn’t help myself and let my eyes wander his exposed abs. He definitely did not have those five years ago.

“I missed seeing you,” he said, causing my eyes to jump from his abs to his ocean blue eyes which I could easily drown in if I weren’t careful.

“Me too,” I replied, my voice much softer than I expected it to be. I cleared my throat before speaking again. “I missed having someone I could annoy like an older brother.” Peter’s face scrunched as he shook his head.

“Please don’t call me an older brother. That’s weird.” I raised an eyebrow at this, my heart racing. All this time I had thought he saw me as another little sister. But if that wasn’t the case, what did he see me as?

“And why is that?” I questioned. Peter’s face seemed to have reddened. I wasn’t sure if it had already been red from the sun and I just hadn’t noticed or if he was blushing. Before he could answer the microwave went off causing me to jump. Peter opened the door, taking the bowl out as steam rose from the food.

He set the bowl down on the counter before turning back to me. His eyes seemed to be studying me. I subconsciously bit my bottom lip in anticipation. I watched as his eyes followed the movement. “You’ve grown a lot since I last saw you,” he finally said.

“And so have you.”

“The thoughts I have about you…” Peter started as he walked closer to me, stopping so that we were almost pressed against each other. “They are not thoughts a brother has about his sister.” He leaned down towards my ear, his hot breath brushing the bare skin behind my ear and sending a shiver down my spine. “That is why it’s weird for you to call me an older brother.” My face must have been the color of a lobster at this point, and I was no longer afflicted with hunger. Instead, lust coursed through my veins. He paused for a moment as if in thought before pressing his lips on the same skin his breath had just caressed. I let out a soft sigh allowing my hand to grasp onto his strong bicep. My other hand had crept around to his stomach, tracing the abs I had just moments before been admiring. He moved his lips, kissing down my neck as I moved my head back to give him more access.

His hands wrapped around my waist before he lifted me into the air. I let out a gasp in surprise before my ass met the cool counter. His eyes looked me up and down, filled with lust and desire. “Has anyone told you how beautiful you are?” he asked. His hands were by my hips as his thumb traced shapes on my thighs. I found myself blushing at his words. Many people had called me beautiful before but the way he spoke it was the same way people sing praises to the gods they worship. He stepped towards me and I opened my legs for him so that he was as close as physically possible.

He stopped for a moment, his eyes meeting mine. They seemed to be saying all the things that had been left unsaid since we had reunited. You’re different. I’m different. These emotions are different. I love you. I wrapped my legs around him, forcing him closer (something I had not thought possible). His hands moved so that they were on either side of me, resting on the counter. My own hands were on his shoulders. I moved one so that it caressed his face. My mac and cheese sat patiently on the counter next to us, expecting to be eaten soon. I had a feeling the bowl would be staying there until the morning. Peter brought his face closer to mine. He paused for a moment, his eyes moving from my lips to my eyes. I gave a slight nod. Then, he kissed me.

We kissed and suddenly I understood what the authors of the romance books I used to read were writing about. He was like a drug. With each touch I needed more. With each kiss I craved just one more moment of the taste of his lips. My hands traveled to his hair as we continued to kiss. His hands wandered my back, traveling beneath the fabric of my t-shirt. I didn’t want to pull away. I wanted to stay like this for eternity. On the other hand, I wanted more. I wanted to connect us even more. I wanted him to fuck me.

I pulled back just long enough for my shirt to be discarded. Then I immediately reconnected our lips. I kissed him hungrily, as if those few seconds apart had left me famished. His hands slipped between us, holding my breasts. A small shudder went down my spine as his thumbs brushed my nipples. His hands continuously moved, as if they weren’t sure what to do with all the newly exposed skin. He squeezed my breasts before letting his hands travel down my stomach, gripping my waist harshly as we continued to kiss.

I could feel a growing wetness between my legs. The feeling of something hard being pushed against my inner thigh informed me Peter was just as turned on. He disconnected our lips, tasting my chin and then neck and then collar bone until he reached my tits. I attempted to catch my breath as his tongue flicked across my nipple. I let out a soft gasp as my back arched in pleasure. He started to suck on my tits, making sure to show great care and attention to both of them. His grip on my waist tightened and I was sure there would be a slight bruise in the morning. I couldn’t bring myself to care at the moment as that slight pain was the only thing keeping me grounded as pure pleasure pulsed throughout my body as Peter continued to kiss and suck and bite on the sensitive areas.

He stopped abruptly, standing upright and looking me directly in the eye. His erection that had been increasing in size and hardness was now protruding from his pants and pressing into the soft skin of my thigh. “When I was younger, I had always felt an attraction to you, (y/n),” he said. His voice was lower than usual and he seemed to be slightly out of breath as he spoke. “I never knew whether it was a friendly attraction or something stronger than that. But the moment I saw you for the first time in five years, I knew the feelings I felt for you...it wasn’t something most people feel. It was something so strong it took everything in me to not fall to my knees in defeat. In a happy defeat where I surrendered my heart to you.” I felt as if my heart was going to burst from my chest as I listened. “My body burns with desire for you (y/n). Please. Let me show you how you make me feel. Let me love you.”

I licked my lips, suddenly aware of how dry my mouth felt. I took a deep breath, hoping some of the fresh night air would clear my lust-clouded mind for a moment. “Yes,” I said. “Yes, yes, yes, yes. Yes a million times.” I could feel a large grin growing on my face and Peter was wearing a matching one. He grabbed my face in his hands before bringing us together for a kiss. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen as his hands left my face and traveled down my bare top before playing with the band of my shorts. I inched towards the edge of the counter before sliding off, our lips parting for a moment as my feet hit the ground before immediately reuniting.

He roughly pulled down my shorts and panties in one motion, letting the clothes hit the ground. I followed suit, pulling down his sweatpants and boxers. We parted for a moment, the moonlight shining through the window that sat over the sink allowing enough light so that I could see the true length of him. I had only a few moments to admire him, the thickness of his cock was sure to stretch me out deliciously, before he turned me around. I bent over the counter, the cool stone pressing against my naked skin. His hands gripped my hips to hold me in place before he pushed into me.

I let out a loud moan, causing him to put a hand over my mouth. He stayed in place, leaning over so that his mouth was next to my ear. “We have to be quiet. Unless you want both our families to see what we’re doing.” I nodded in understandance as he stood up straight again. He started by moving slowly. He pulled out halfway before pushing in all the way to the base. I felt my pussy flutter around him. He continued this slow rhythm for a while, testing out the water while stretching me out to fit him completely.

Once I felt myself start to adjust he started to go faster. I could feel the edge of the counter dig into my stomach each time my body was thrusted forward. My breasts moved in rhythm with Peter, my weight being supported by my forearms which were propped on top of the counter. His fingers dug into my hips as he fucked me. The kitchen was filled with the sound of skin slapping skin and our muffled moans as we did our best to stay quiet. The smell of sweat and sex hovered in the room. The moon acted as a spotlight for our indecent act. My vision was obstructed by my hair which was now a mess, strands of it sitting in front of my face.

“Peter, please,” I moaned quietly. I could feel myself getting closer, my legs now weaker than before as my arms were the only thing holding me up. Peter sensed this, using his hands that were on my hips to lift me up. I felt my mouth open, but no noise came out as my mind became overtaken with pleasure. I could hear Peter let out a groan as I felt myself collapse around him. I let my head fall forward as I attempted to recover from my orgasm. The pleasure started to become more bearable as Peter continued to fuck me. His thrusts were becoming more desperate. Just as I started to think he couldn’t be any rougher, he pulled out.

“Get on your knees,” he commanded. The way he spoke brought butterflies to my stomach. He spoke much more forcefully than before, his voice laced with lust as he was too concerned with his own release to speak gently to me. I obeyed, opening my mouth for him unprompted. I started moving my head for him, wanting to make him feel just as good as he made me feel. His head fell back as his hip thrusted forward. I fought back the reflex to gag as his cock buried itself deep within my throat. His hand pushed on the back of my head, keeping me in place as I felt the beginning spurt of a warm and bitter liquid shooting down my throat. I swallowed all of it greedily, wanting to have as much of Peter as I could.

As the last drop of his cum slid down my throat, he slowly pulled away. I wiped away the small dribble of drool that had fallen down my chin. I looked up at him and he looked down at me, a smile on his face. His hand ran down the side of my head before caressing my face. I slowly got up, my legs still slightly weak. “Wow,” I said, slightly out of breath. Peter let out a soft chuckle before pulling me in for a kiss. We quietly got dressed. Peter grabbed my hand, leading me to his room. Our clothes didn’t stay on for too long as they quickly found their way to his bedroom floor. The night was filled with whispers of confessions of love, hands in hair, and lips pressed on naked skin. The next morning I would wake up, afraid that it had all been a dream before I turned to see Peter’s face on the pillow next to me. Then, a smile matching Peter’s sleepy one would form on my face.

#peter pevensie #high king peter the magnificent #high king peter #king peter the magnificent #peter pevensie x reader #peter pevensie smut #peter pevensie x y/n #peter pevensie x you #peter pevensie headcanon #peter pevensie fanfic #peter pevensie imagine #peter pevensie one shot #the chronicles of narnia #narnia #narnia fanfiction #narnia smut #narnia imagine

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sanguinescorpios · 3 years ago

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now i’m thinking about step bro dream i am begging for a full story of that. please and thank you.

clandestine meetings

stepbro!dream x f!reader

summary: reader and dream are soon to be step siblings, but they’ve had eyes for each other since before their parents’ engagement. meeting in secret has become second nature to them, even when they’re less than stealthy about it.

warnings: smut, stepcest, use of dream’s real name, voyeurism, degradation

word count: 1.5k

A/N: thinking about making this a series of sorts? let me know what you guys think about that :)

it wasn't your fault, not really. he had always looked at you like that even before your parents started dating, like he was undressing you in his mind, turning you to putty with the words in his head. he was hard to resist, chaste kisses in empty hallways and utility closets turned into steamy meetings in each other’s bedrooms when the whole house was asleep. elongated glances across the dinner table signified so much more than anyone thought, so much more than a soon to be step-brother acknowledging his soon to be step-sister.

it felt dirty, you felt dirty. and you hated to say it, but you liked it. you liked how complicated it was to care for him, even if it was in the most primal way possible. stealing glances at each other and touching his hand in dark rooms had become a fun little game for the two of you. clay had definitely found a niche in turning you on at the most inconvenient times.

once, he’d done it at a birthday party for one of your cousins. he was all over you; resting his hand on your thigh, ridding the chest of your blouse of a “fuzzy”, brushing his crotch against your ass when you bent down to tie your shoe, anything to make you hot for him. the blame couldn’t be put entirely on him, though, what with you showing up in your shortest skirt and one of your tighter tops. you leaned down on any surface you could find, making sure your cleavage was perfectly on display for him and your ass was equally stuck out. by the time the clock hit half past noon, clay was pulling you into the upstairs bathroom and fucking you against the counter.

“acting like a dirty little slut in front of the whole family,” he’d grunted, pounding into your cunt with zero remorse and only the slightest amount of stealth, “look like one, too.”

your whimpers echoed against the tiled bathroom floors, muffled by clay’s fingers in your mouth. he rubbed at your clit as he thrusted into you, pressing and pinching your bud until the pleasure was mind numbing. you drooled around his thumb, tears forming around the corners of your eyes and smearing your makeup. he had you holding your skirt up for him, giving him the perfect view of the bulge of his cock in your stomach.

the two of you missed singing “happy birthday”, but you hardly noticed.

the next time had been during family game night. clay was being painfully competitive and you took it upon yourself to throw him off. of course, you only knew one way of doing so. you’d taken on the roll as his main opponent, taunting him while he mulled over each decision and laughing when the cards weren’t in his favor. making snide comments between cocky snickers, letting your hand wander around his crotch but never giving him any substantial stimulation, anything to get him perfectly pissed off.

clay appreciated praise, you’d learned this over the time you’d known him, and you giving him only the exact opposite killed him inside. it set a fire in his stomach, feeling you tease him down below and hearing you make fun of him the way you were. he was usually the one doing the humiliating and he wasn’t a fan of how foolish you were making him look. plus, he really hated losing.

by the end of the night, clay was seething from your taunts. he shut himself up in his room, grumbling about how bad of a sport you were and planning on blowing off some steam by himself. you, had other plans.

“such a sore loser.” you snorted as you passed his open doorway on your way to your own.

“what did you just call me?” he inquired, voice quivering like he was a ticking time bomb and you’d just set him off.

you stopped in your tracks, turning to see clay standing up from his chair and bounding towards you, green eyes laced with anger. deciding to hold your ground, you repeated your words with a smug smile. you held your head up high and raised your chin as he reached you and leaned against the doorframe. you could feel the air between you thicken, heavy with every form of tension possible. you knew you were in for it, it had been your plan all along: rile him up and get fucked into another stratosphere. clay let his hand grip your jaw tightly, forcing you inches from his face before sneering out his next sentence.

“then why do you let me fuck you like a winner?”

soon enough you were pinned down on his mattress, getting pounded into from behind. he moved to hold you up from the bed by your hair, your back pressed closely against his chest as he slipped in and out of your cunt. chase atlantic poured from his speakers, drowning out the slapping of skin and your crescendoing moans. one hand gripped your hair and the other was clasped over your mouth, trying and failing to muffle your whines and whimpers. you had to be quieter, you knew that, but god did clay make it hard.

another time occurred after you came home particularly late from a date. your parents weren’t worried, trusting in you to be safe and acknowledging that you were an adult who could take care of herself, but clay couldn’t say the same.

“you’re home late,” a voice called out in the darkness of your home, your foot was barely in the door before he approached you with his arms crossed over his chest.

“sorry, dad.” you mocked, untying your shoes and shrugging off your jacket. clay moved to help you out of it, pulling the sleeves off of your arms and hanging it up for you. you felt your cheeks heat at the gesture, thanking the darkness for concealing the flustered look on your face. turning to face him, you were met with an intense gaze. he was mad.

“pretty sure it’s ‘daddy’ to you,” he chuckled, all faux playfulness and underlying jealousy. his hand lingered on your arm, pulling you closer and giving you a once over before speaking again — “did you have fun on your date?”

you could tell he didn’t want to know, not really. still, if you told him the truth, that you didn’t have fun and wished you had stayed home with him, it would only boost his ego. plus, jealous clay was fun.

“why? are you jealous?”

clay wasn’t a fan of being taunted nor was he a fan of sharing. so yes, he was jealous. jealous that someone else got to take you out for a nice dinner and a movie, that someone else got to hold your hand in public and kiss you on your doorstep at the end of the night. this guy, whoever he was, got to do all that, but at least he got to fuck you. at least he could make you feel so good that you were screaming around his cock and begging for more. no one else made you feel like he did, he was sure of it.

“just feel bad for the guy, really,” he shrugged, making you raise an eyebrow in question, “i mean, he could never make you feel better than i do, isn’t that right?”

he was confident, a little too much sometimes, but in the moment it was hot. he was right, of course, but that doesn’t mean you would let him have it so easy.

“why don’t you fuck me and we can find out?”

clay didn’t hesitate to do just that, pushing you against the wall and sliding a hand under your skirt to rub your clothed heat. he fucked you right there, your back pressed against the wall and both of you still halfway dressed. quiet grunts left his mouth as he hissed strong words into your ear.

“could he make you feel like this?” he asked, pounding into you at a steady pace and circling you clit with his thumb, the other hand holding you up by your throat. you shook your head frantically, unable to form anything more than quiet mewls and desperate whines. he was fucking the words right out of you, numbing your brain in return for gifting you all possible feelings everywhere else. “have to use your words, baby.”

“no!” you moaned out, trying and failing to be quiet, “no one makes me feel good like you!”

he picked up the pace at this, thrusting into your harder and faster as you squeezed around him. there were sure to be handprints around your neck tomorrow, bruises that you’d struggle to explain and cover up. you prayed your parents were in deep sleeps by now, not sure how much longer you could stay silent.

“who do you belong to?”

“you,” you gasped out, eyes rolling back into your head as you felt your orgasm quickly approaching, “all yours.”

things were going to be...complicated when your parents finally got married, to say the least.

#tw: stepcest #dreamwastaken smut #dreamwastaken x reader #mcyt writing #dream smut

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masterwords · 3 years ago

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Santa Can You Hear Me?

Summary: Hotch and Reid are taking their new relationship slow, but Jack has other plans as they go to the mall to take a photo with Santa.

Warnings: food mentioned often and in detail

Pairings: Hotch/Reid

Words: 4.7k

Notes: This is a Criminal Minds Christmas Exchange gift. Inspired by my Santa coffee mug and the magic of Christmas, and a WHOLE LOT of Christmas music on repeat...(Britney, I'm looking at you...), I give you the fluffiest, cheesiest holiday movie mush fest I could muster for the occasion. Hallmark Channel, eat your heart out. (Obviously I'm a little out of my depths with all of this fluff so please be kind.) @ssa-sarahsunshine @cm-2021-giftexchange

Read on AO3: Santa Can You Hear Me?

“Peppermint latte.” Aaron's voice was low, a little hesitant when he handed the drink to Spencer. His immediate smile as he inhaled the steam was instant relief. Aaron was, classically, not great when it came to coffee orders....he was simple, he genuinely enjoyed good drip coffee with nothing added. If he was feeling particularly adventurous, he might order an americano but certainly nothing as varied and sweet as Spencer. (He did very much like the flavor of Spencer's kisses after a pumpkin spice latte in October, though.) A constant source of anxiety and joy was the way Spencer had specific flavors assigned to each season, the anticipation of the flavors was as fun for Aaron as it was for Spencer but he didn't really understand the intricacy of real coffee orders. That is to say, December was for peppermint. The first time Aaron ordered him a peppermint mocha, he felt like a fish out of water. Urged on by the barista, mentioned by more than one employee as the most popular flavor of the season, it had been met with less than stellar results. Spencer accepted and drank it happily, a gift from someone he adored could never be a bad thing even if it wasn't the right thing, but afterward, through a series of awkward moments, Aaron discovered that he didn't actually care for mochas. The chocolate was overpowering, he'd pointed out, and Aaron had nothing to base his agreement on, having never bothered to try flavored coffees, but he agreed nonetheless. It was a learning process, but he was trying and it was appreciated. So, with the latte in hand, Spencer grinned and rocked back on his heels, taking a sip of the whipped cream coated confection parading as a caffeinated drink and thought about how lucky he was to have someone who, bumbling though he may be, cared enough to make sure the little details were attended to.

He also knew that, in the time since ordering the coffee, Aaron had probably sucked down an entire pot's worth of drip coffee, black as night.

Aaron hadn't bothered to date anyone for a long time after his divorce, the effort was more than he could expend and logically...if his job had caused the end of one relationship, it would do the same to all of them. He was too tired to figure out a way around it. Not eager to go down that road again he had settled into his solitary apartment and relished the small time he had with his son. They developed their own little routines, silly things they said and did, inside jokes and games and the rest of his time was spent in his office or jetting around the country. It was fulfilling, but still there were days he found himself lonely, wishing for another adult to share those little nothing moments with. He found himself missing silly things, stupid things, even the irritating ones – the way Haley's hair had been wound around the bar of soap in the shower every time he got in, and he would clench his teeth as he unwrapped it before he could use the bar, a thing he had hated until he no longer had it because he no longer had a person. When Jack came to live with him full time, it only got worse. Jack was picking up on it too, the listless way he would wander around, hovering while he played like he might want to join in and then backing off almost as fast. He began to ask if they could have someone else come over for dinner...anyone. “Miss Penelope likes tacos,” Jack would say and Aaron would shake his head. “She doesn't eat meat, kiddo,” and that was that. “Uncle Derek said pizza is his favorite...” Jack mentioned, and Aaron smiled. “He's in Chicago visiting his family for the weekend, and we're not having pizza tonight anyway.” The same thing every night. Sometimes Emily or Dave would come by, Jessica would stick around longer at Jack's behest but it was never enough. He thought his dad needed someone permanent, like his mom, who came over all the time or maybe lived with them. That was when it hit him.

“Uncle Spencer said he likes pancakes for dinner even more than he likes them for breakfast, did you know that?”

“I had no idea...are we having pancakes for dinner?”

“YES!” Before he knew it, he was inviting Spencer over and the way things progressed from there never ceased to baffle him. One night it was pancakes, and then suddenly Spencer was staying over and sneaking out early in the morning after a night spent curled up in each other's warmth. At a certain point, it became apparent that Spencer was staying at Aaron's more than he was in his own bed. It turned out, Spencer had been just as lonely as Aaron. He was adamant that things go slow, that Spencer be open with him, tell him if he was crossing any lines...he was endlessly self-conscious about a power imbalance that Spencer assured him over and over again wasn't a problem. “I'll tell you,” he assured Aaron repeatedly. “I like you. I like this.” I love this, he thought and maybe a little more, but he wouldn't say it.

That was moving too fast.

Aaron sipped his own coffee, squeezing Jack's hand as the boy stood beside him in the silence, gazing up and up at the tall front window of the mall, an enormous Christmas tree glowing and reaching its limbs gloriously in all directions. His eyes sparkled in the light and all he wanted to do was get inside, get close. “Can I climb it?” he asked aloud, and both Spencer and Aaron laughed. “No,” they said in unison, and Aaron found a flush spreading up his neck. This was the calm before the storm.

“Are you sure you want to do this with us? It's bound to be a nightmare in there. Last chance to duck out, go find Dave and Emily at a bar down the street, I'm sure they're having drinks with someone famous and interesting...” The nervous sound in Aaron's voice made Spencer laugh, his breath a visible puff of white in the chilly evening air.

“More interesting than Santa? Actually, I'm excited,” he replied, and Aaron, try as he might, couldn't detect even a hint of irony in his speech. He believed Spencer. “It's been a long time since I've been to a mall at Christmas time, and I haven't seen Santa in forever.” The last part piqued Jack's interest and he reached up, tugging at Spencer's scarf until he crouched down, eye to eye with the little boy.

“Do you know Santa?” he asked very seriously. Spencer tucked a lock of hair behind his ear and raised an eyebrow curiously, maintaining a look of seriousness.

“Don't you?” He wasn't exactly being facetious, he didn't know just where Jack's belief lie and was trying to feel him out. It occurred to him that he didn't even know whether Aaron actually encouraged the Santa thing or if he'd rather Jack outgrow it sooner rather than later. When he spoke with Henry, Santa was as real as the swirl of his fingerprints and he existed in the twinkle in Henry's eye. He almost thought Will still believed, if he was being honest. But Jack had seen more of the world, knew less wonder and more ugly than most kids his age and still there was that irresistible twinkle in his dark eyes.

“I think yes,” was the reply and Spencer breathed a little sigh of relief. He could work with this. Jack seemed unsure, his age and life experience leaving him a little doubtful, but Spencer could fix it. He could help Jack get a few more years of pure Christmas magic.

“I thought so.”

The mood soured quickly, the moment the wet heat of the mall hit them in the face. There were people everywhere, a cacophony of voices, children screaming and parents at their wits end. Outside in the brisk air, the snow flurries, it had been wonderful and the anticipation was palpable but Christmas magic was hard to find inside. The din of Christmas music over all of it made the hair raise on the back of Aaron's neck. This had been Haley's thing, she'd always taken care of everything, just signed his name to packages and said “we” instead of “I” when mentioning the preparations. He was woefully unprepared for how exhausting it was to keep up with all of it. Presents were always touted as the worst part of Christmas but those were nothing, he could do that in his sleep...the rest of it, that was where he found himself drained, unable to sleep at night as he checked off a list that felt never ending. Decorations, an Advent calendar with waxy milk chocolates to open every morning before breakfast, a tree, school pageants and snack days and cookies and baking, dress up theme days, holiday parties for work, Secret Santa (this year he only had to acquire a case of wine from the Yakima Valley in Washington for Emily after she'd deemed it a particular favorite, he got off easy) and then there were the real things...the letter to Santa, keeping Jack's heart trained on hope and love, the actual magic he woke up every morning terrified he'd really screw up.

“This is awful...” he muttered, more to himself than anything and Spencer knocked into his shoulder, nudging him toward a huge display that ran the length of the mall. Fake snow glittering and fluffy, animated reindeer moving around tiny woodland animals, elves hard at work at toy benches. The North Pole, in all its wonder, right there before their eyes.

“Daddy look!” Jack shouted, tugging them toward the display excitedly. “Look! They never had THAT elf before, look how cute she is!” He caught Jack by the hand just before he dipped under the velvet rope to join the display, to walk through the invisible barrier between reality and magic. Jack didn't realize the potential cost of crossing that threshold, of seeing the elves for what they really were...toys, animated plastic and wires beneath the glittering snow. He held Jack tight, pulled him to his side and told him no. “You can't go in there,” he said, and Spencer winked at him, assured him he was doing the right thing. To keep it simple. “Boys and girls aren't allowed at the North Pole, Jack.” The boy accepted the answer and pulled his father to another display, Santa's sleigh with a big velvet bag and reindeer.

With sodas and pretzels in hand, courtesy of Spencer because he hadn't eaten lunch and he thought Jack looked like he could use some food as a distraction, they got in the line and moved slowly winding their way around the display, edging closer and closer to Santa and his workshop. The line moved at a snail's pace and Jack finished his snacks far too quickly, mowing through much of his father's pretzel and gulping down his entire soda just for something to quell the excitement. He wasn't so little anymore that he threw tantrums but he was fidgety and whiny, sitting on the floor to complain about why it wasn't going faster and Spencer could see how anxious it was making Aaron who was visibly stiffening up, about at his wit's end by the time they reached the front of the line.

“Daddy,” Jack said, tugging at his dad's coat. “He's not Santa.” He was adamant, and Aaron thought he could see the unmistakable brightness of tears in his eyes.

“What do you mean?” he asked, suddenly petrified that they were going to be having The Talk about the reality of Santa right there in the line. He couldn't remember a time in his life he'd ever believed in Santa, had no idea where to begin with this discussion. “He looks like Santa to me.” Grasping at straws but so far out of his depth. There was an almost daily fear that he was woefully unequipped for this, as if every other parent on the planet had been allowed access to a manual and he'd missed out on it.

“No,” Jack was adamant and when the young lady dressed as an elf tried to beckon him forward for his turn, he staunchly refused. Digging his heels into the ground, arms folded over his chest, he huffed and shook his head. Aaron's eyes were wide, looking at Jack desperately. He wouldn't allow a scene to erupt, they wouldn't do it and he was ready to call it a night, to walk away after hours of waiting when Spencer nudged him and silently asked permission to take this one. He stepped forward, crouching beside Jack until he could meet the boy's eyes for the second time that night.

“You're right, I don't think that's really Santa,” Spencer whispered. This was just between the two of them. “My mom has a friend who told me a long time ago that Santa sends his helpers out to meet kids, to get their Christmas wishes and bring them back to him, especially when it's this close to Christmas. I think you should still talk to him.”

“I'm nervous,” Jack whispered, and Spencer's smile was so genuine and so easy that he sucked in a deep breath and continued. “I need to talk to the real Santa...the thing I'm asking for isn't a toy, and the real Santa already knows...” Jack didn't want to have to explain anything, to say that he'd spoken to Santa last year about his mom, and he already knew how sad his dad was...if he was going to ask Santa to make his dad happy, he needed to know the details and he just didn't want to go through it all again. So, he stayed quiet and Spencer spoke instead.

“I get nervous a lot too, especially in new situations. I don't really like things that are unpredictable, but sometimes life is like that anyway.

Would you like me to sit with you? I can introduce you to this Santa and make sure he understands how important your request is.”

Aaron never heard a word, just stared in breathless wonder as Spencer performed something akin to witchcraft, taking his distraught child and making him smile. Not just smile, beam as he walked toward Santa and handed him a letter while Spencer settled himself down on a seat made to look like an over-sized gift box. There was a letter, crumpled, quickly handed to Santa in very very secret, and then the flash blinded him and the next thing he knew, he was paying without realizing they were all done. It was a blur, so fast it seemed hardly worth the time they'd waited in line. Jack bounded over to him, chattering excitedly about how Santa assured him this would be the best Christmas ever and Aaron smiled, easily, the last of the things on his list checked off for the night. They could relax, meet Dave and Emily for dinner, have an easy evening.

“Spencer,” came a voice deep and whimsical from behind him, almost surrounding him like a lovely warm blanket, and Spencer turned around to find Santa standing beside him, a smile on his round face. His cheeks almost looked painted over the top of his very real white beard, and Spencer found himself taken aback, reciting words of poetry in his mind without any intention. The prose just struck him, fluttered through his mind like snowflakes on the wind. His eyes, how they twinkled! His dimples, how merry! His cheeks were like roses, his nose like a cherry! His droll little mouth was drawn up like a bow, and the beard on his chin was as white as the snow...

There was a letter in his gloved hand, wrinkled and worn at the edges like it was old and had been carried around in a pocket for weeks, maybe longer. “I believe this is for you.” Confused, Spencer accepted the letter and watched as Santa nodded, the fluffy ball at the end of his hat knocking against his nose. He winked and Spencer smiled in spite of himself, tucking the letter deep into his pocket. His hand shook, he didn't know why, the moment felt big, tremendous, filled with more questions than answers. Something coursed like electricity through his fingers the minute they connected with the letter, brushed Santa's hand, and he watched in awe as he resumed his seat at the base of the tree, calling out HO HO HO in a booming voice that echoed through the bones of the mall itself. Spencer could swear he heard sleigh bells off in the distance, but no one else seemed to pay it any attention. Maybe he was losing his mind, caught up in the Christmas commotion, the wonder of childhood he embraced now as an adult far more than he ever had at the correct age.

The curiosity over the encounter and the letter ate at him as he approached Aaron and Jack, followed them down the walkway to the restaurant where they were meeting Dave and Emily the the dodgy chain restaurant that loomed with its gaudy neon signs advertising cheap beers and daily specials. "This place looks like heartburn," Aaron had whispered in Spencer's ear and it made him chuckle.

“So, buddy, what'd you ask Santa for?” Aaron asked, crouching beside Jack as he swiped a crisp paper towel over his freshly washed hands, ready to eat dinner. Jack narrowed his eyes, as if he were wondering momentarily whether he should divulge the secret, whether the wish might not come true if he shared but he desperately wanted his father to know nonetheless. He didn't know the rules about Santa and wondered if he shouldn't have asked. Was it like birthday wishes, if you told it wouldn't come true? Or was it more free form?

“I'm gonna tell you but you have to promise not to get upset," he started, waiting his father out for a reaction. When his face remained still, he continued. "I just told Santa that I wanted you to be happy...” Aaron smiled, more than a little overcome, and he looked at the floor for a moment to gather his wits, to keep the tears now burning at bay. “I know I'll get all the toys I want, you always get me everything on my list...so I asked Santa to help you. I hope that's okay.”

“Jack...” Aaron whispered, swallowing a lump in his throat. His voice was raw, raspy. “I am happy.” It wasn't exactly a lie but Jack huffed seriously anyway and shook his head, adamant that his father misunderstood him. Like always.

“That isn't what I meant,” he muttered, hoping Santa hadn't been confused by his request like his dad was. But Santa would have the letter, he would know. And if he really was Santa, he'd know exactly who to give it to...he'd left that up to magic he didn't even pretend to understand. They were interrupted by Spencer popping his head around the corner, letting them know that Dave and Emily had just arrived, stumbled in really, and their table was ready. The easy smile that lit up Aaron's somber features at the sight of Spencer told Jack that maybe Santa had already listened, maybe his wish had already come true. “It's okay, dad. Santa gets it.”

“Gets what?” Spencer chirped, falling into step with Aaron who just shrugged.

“I think,” he whispered as Jack ran up and wrapped Dave in a hug before tumbling into Emily, nearly knocking her over in his delight. “Jack asked Santa to play matchmaker.” Spencer laughed. A serious look crossed Aaron's features and he held them back just a moment. “Why are you laughing?” he asked, and Spencer's breath hitched in his throat. “What is it?”

“It's just...you are happy, right?”

“Yes. Very.” He didn't smile, though, and Spencer cocked an eyebrow, smirking, and he had the distinct impression that Spencer knew more than he did about Jack's request. That they were somehow in cahoots. The letter burned in Spencer's pocket and he ran his fingers along the soft edge of the paper. The letter, he noted later, was still sealed, addressed only to Santa in Jack's loopy childish scrawl. Unsure how the man had known his name, or that the letter was intended for him, he held onto it, more than a little concerned at what he'd find inside.

“Okay. Fair enough. Let's go eat.”

There were days that stretched out punctuated by dinner eaten with nothing but Christmas tree light and the heady scent of cinnamon, gumdrops and gooey vanilla frosting. He was doing everything in his power to remember the Christmas that Haley provided as he worked, the gingerbread houses and sugary fingers, turning the other cheek when Jack would sneak pieces of licorice or nibbles of cookie from the quickly stale houses he always thought of as decorations but Jack saw only as a treat in the wide open. A glass of milk and homemade chocolate chip cookies were left by the window when Jack wondered aloud how exactly Santa would get inside without a fireplace.

“Magic,” Aaron assured him with a small smile that lacked confidence. "Not everyone has a fireplace, but Santa finds a way." He didn't know much about Santa, truth be told, and as much as he'd hoped otherwise it hadn't become easier over the years to keep up the ruse, but after awhile Jack's staunch belief took the lead and all he had to do was follow. “Early bed tonight, right kiddo?” he asked, exhausted and falling to the couch once the final To Do was checked off of the mental list. The house was ready for Santa, they were in the home stretch.

“Right!” Jack exclaimed, and the rest of the night had its own momentum. He didn't have to tell Jack to brush his teeth or get into his pajamas, didn't have to remind him of any nightly routines. It was fast, the boy eager to see whether Santa would come through for him. They read through The Night Before Christmas, and Jack was delighted to hear his father's voice go low, rumble through his chest just like Santa's own when he called out Happy Christmas to all, and to all a good night!

“Dad?”

“Yeah buddy?”

“You should go to bed early. Santa's going to bring you something too, I just know it.”

The presents decorated every surface, billowing beautiful and brightly colored out from beneath the tree. Glittering ribbon, joyful reds and greens everywhere, and Aaron watched over the steaming mug of coffee hugged to his chest as Jack tore into them one by one. He was methodical, choosing each gift carefully, shaking it first, searching out a card or a note to know who it was from (shouting out the name for Aaron to make note of for thank you notes in the coming days) and then the wrapping paper was discarded and he would squeal with delight at the sight of whatever was beneath. Driven by the anticipation, he didn't care if it was a toy or socks, he was vibrating with delight like a greedy dragon in his pile of spoils. A knock at the door shocked both of them from the moment, and Aaron glanced at the clock – Jessica and Roy weren't due for another few hours, they weren't expecting anyone. Except the look on Jack's face, the eager way he jumped up told him that maybe...maybe he had some insider info.

“Dad!” he shouted. “Answer the door! Hurry!” Aaron set his mug down and pulled his robe tight around himself, not eager to expose his ratty college t-shirt to random visitors before warily opening the door. In Jack's excitement, he realized he hadn't even bothered to look through the peephole, his trust in Jack's enthusiasm was simply too strong.

Spencer stood, still in his pajamas and robe, arms full of what smelled like sweet, syrupy, utterly decadent barely breakfast foods. Sweets, more like, but it was Christmas...wasn't that what you ate on Christmas morning? “Merry Christmas,” he announced, his chin raised high and triumphant. The bright red Santa hat on his head slipped down over his brow and he tipped his head to the side to get the puffball out of his face. Jack beamed with pure delight.

“What are you doing here?” Aaron asked, eyes wide, his heart up in his throat. Spencer glanced at Jack and back at Aaron.

“Well, I got this letter,” he replied, offering the now open envelope to Aaron with a smile. “From Santa.” Aaron took it, unfolded the paper delicately and scanned it at first. The words swam on the page before him, he recognized it instantly as Jack's handwriting, scrawled, inexperienced and loopy in red and green crayon. It was simple, no drawings or decorations, all business. As he read the letters, there were two written one on top of the other, he felt the hot sting of tears in his eyes.

Dear Santa,

My dad's had a really hard time and I think I know how to make him happy. He's in love with a man named Spencer Reid but he's too shy to tell him. I know you don't give presents to grown-ups but could you stop by Spencer's house for me please? You don't have to bring me any presents if you could just give him this letter. I think they'll listen to you.

Love,

Jack Hotchner

On the next leaf of paper, there was the second letter, much shorter and written less neatly, but it didn't matter, Aaron could scarcely read it through the tears.

Dear Uncle Spencer,

Please come tell my dad you love him too.

Jack

Aaron, with hands trembling, glanced up at Spencer who shrugged, the smile still firm on his face and he nodded, mouthed the words I LOVE YOU without saying them aloud just in case it was crossing the line. In turn, Aaron mouthed them back and the moment was not lost on Jack who had already gone back to his pile of presents, leaving the two of them to unload all of the food Spencer had brought with him. He would have to be extra good this next year for what Santa had done.

“From Santa, huh?” Aaron whispered, unable to trust his voice as they laid out the feast on what little counter space his apartment offered. Spencer nodded adamantly.

“Actually,” he began in a hushed voice. “I really think it was. I can't exactly explain it, but the envelope was sealed...there was no way for him to know what was in it and Jack never told him my name, he didn't talk to him long enough to...” The surprised look on Aaron's face gave him pause and he felt a flush rise in his cheeks. “Sorry.”

“No, no,” Aaron muttered, chuckling. “I didn't realize a man of science like yourself...”

“Shut up.” He shushed Aaron by shoving a doughnut into his mouth before he could say anything else, laughing as the powdered sugar coated his lips and dusted his chin. A moment later his hand was on the back of Aaron's head and he was licking the sugar from his lips, a delicate kiss, another whispering admission of love and then it was over. While Aaron busied himself with the rest of the meal, Spencer turned back toward Jack and gave him a sly thumbs up. Of course he didn't really believe it was actually Santa...not really.

He didn't think, anyway. There had to be an explanation.

But he didn't search it out. Christmas magic, he figured, and for once was able to simply leave it there because in the end, it didn't matter...he was where he wanted to be, with people he loved, and whether it was a little boy's wish coming true or just nature running its course, the how didn't matter.

Some things are not problems meant to be solved.

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cipheress-to-k-pop · 4 years ago

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Hi hi! I was wondering if you could do a dick Grayson x Avatar like fem reader with either a jealous Babs or Zatanna I hope that made sense🥲

True Love’s Kiss

Pairing: Dick Grayson as Nightwing x Reader

Warnings: I don’t think so

Word Count: 4.1K

@writing2sirvive : Hi love, me again but with a request this time. If you have time of course. I was thinking true love’s kiss with Dick Grayson. You can go crazy with it because I know you love Dick Grayson as much as I do. Btw I love your writing so much.

A/N: I think I did it wrong...cuz even though this is a Dick Grayson x reader fic, it’s mostly centred around reader and Zatanna???? Sorry about that???

You were fine with knowing that Dick was still friends with most of his exes. You completely accepted that he was able to keep functional relationships with most of them. In fact, it showed you how amicable and neutral Dick was and how he never held any grudges against people.

Of course, you were surprised by the sheer number. And the fact that he seems to interact with them practically every day. But eventually you managed not to let yourself get too bothered by it.

I mean, how could you? Barbara was the smartest, funniest, most approachable person you had ever met. She always made sure not to overstep her boundaries and was unusually open with you, given that Dick was her ex-boyfriend.

Raquel was adventurous and fun and you always had a good time when you were around her. She was another one who was respectful of your relationship. She never brought up her past flings with Dick, nor did she ever try and put you down. In fact, she was one of the people who really shipped the two of you.

You liked most of his exes. To the point where it made Dick kind of uncomfortable.

You liked most of his exes.

Ever since you had joined the team, being introduced as Nightwing’s significant other, Zatanna had been a constant thorn in your side. She was nice and sweet but there was something about her that rubbed you the wrong way. You could tell almost immediately that she wasn’t quite over her relationship with Dick. Short as it was.

Or maybe she was just the type of person who didn’t want someone, but didn’t want others to have the same person either.

Nonetheless, being around her put you constantly on edge. You lost count of how many times she redirected a conversation to be about her previous relationship with your boyfriend. ‘Oh, Dick took you to a fancy restaurant for your birthday? Well, I remember back when we were dating, he threw a huge party for me on mine.’

‘Oh, you celebrated your one-year anniversary with Dick in Paris? Well during our 3-month-aversary he bought me an expensive necklace.’

It didn’t bother you in the slightest. At least, not in the way that she hoped. It didn’t make you insecure or doubt or feel intimidated by her. It was just an annoyance that you couldn’t shake off, like the teacher you didn’t like or your annoying neighbour.

Unfortunately, Zatanna couldn’t take a hint that it made you and your friends (Barbara and Raquel included) uncomfortable and slightly irritated. Yet, everyone was just waiting for you to express the slightest distaste, not wanting to step on your toes. However, they were quick to change the topic in case they thought she was going too far.

Dick had been blissfully unaware of everything and you wanted to keep it that way. The last thing you needed was this turning into some sort of issue, especially since Zatanna was still his teammate.

However today you had enough.

You could look past Zatanna’s petty jealousy but allowing the jealousy to come to the forefront during a mission was where you drew the line.

Dick, M’Gann and Conner had been on a covert mission for Batman and out of the country and under team vote decided that you should be made in charge until he returned, since you were the only other older member (other than Zatanna but you were voted leader unanimously. Something you were extremely proud about). That was well and good, until you had been given a mission.

Regardless of how much you did not want to work with Zatanna without the others there to wrangle her, you had to put your personal feelings aside when you had a mission to complete.

You thought you could both be professionals about it and act like mature adults.

You were dead wrong.

If it wasn’t disagreements, it was insubordination. If it wasn’t insubordination, it was blatant arrogance. She questioned your judgment in front of the other members and even had the nerve to argue with you about mission strategies. You were trying to look out for everyone and put yourself in the line of fire since the squad members were better at stealth.

Zatanna seemed to think you were trying to steal the show and insisted that she be partnered with you even though you wanted someone with the younger members to keep them safe.

When you relented and agreed to go stealth, she accused you of ducking out and intentionally trying to put her in danger. The others had to watch as steam practically came out of your ears when you relented once again and decided you’d be with her because you honestly couldn’t argue with her much longer.

As if that wasn’t infuriating enough.

The straw that broke the camel’s back was when she refused to work as a team, putting the mission at risk and nearly getting the both of you hurt. She was fighting on her own, not bothering to have your back and going into it alone. Obviously, the two of you were overpowered quickly once they realized that you were pretty much behaving solo.

Luckily, the others pulled through and got you both out of there before anything horrible happened.

You sat in the ship, jaw clenched so tightly that they swore they could hear your teeth cracking, fists nearly white as you tried to control your anger and keep yourself from screaming at her while you were still in the air.

Once the ship landed in the docking bay and Zatanna was the first one to leave without saying another word, you snapped.

“What the hell did you think you were doing today!” You growled out, fisting her collar and stopping her in her tracks.

“What are you talking about?” She feigned innocence and you felt your skin burning. Everything around you faded out and all you could feel was fury. In hindsight, you would have liked to handle this issue in a more refined manner, but you honestly couldn’t care.

So, you didn’t notice the rest of the team, along with the a few members of the Justice League watching you chew Zatanna out.

Whatever would keep you from lighting her on fire was enough.

“I’m talking about putting the mission, not to mention ourselves in jeopardy, all because you can’t stop acting like a spoilt brat!” You hissed.

She rolled her eyes and you and the thought of strangling her briefly crossed your mind before she shoved your hands off her, dusting herself off like your fingerprints were dirt, “You need to stop blaming others for your inadequacy.”

She turned on her heel sharply and walked away. Blood pounded through your ears and your fingers twitched by their sides before you formed a whip of water from the bay and lashed it against her feet.

Zatanna, caught off guard, was thrown across the room before she caught herself with a muttered spell and turned around, glaring at you furiously.

“We’re going to settle things, right here, right now!”

“If you would stop being so insecure, then we could sort out our differences like mature adults!” She screamed back at you and before you could control it, flames erupted from beneath your feet and raced towards her, scorching the ground beneath it.

Each puff of breath you took released sparks. Zatanna immediately got into an offensive stance, levitating one of the weapons crates and chucking at you. You blocked it effortlessly using a wall of earth before throwing an inferno at her.

You kept fighting, flames and splashes of water going into the air every time you collided. The others watched in fear as you both raced towards each other, it looked like neither of you were holding back.

Before you could strike her again, you were being pulled away by Superman and as Zatanna was by Batman, they both pulled you yards apart. Even with his strong, authoritative grip on you, you couldn’t stop thrashing in his arms, throwing gusts of air at her.

“(Y/N). Enough.” Superman spoke in your ear and you calmed down, relaxing in his grip. He let you go after and you winced, feeling your skin bruise where he grabbed you. He gave you an apologetic glance at that.

“You both have to put your differences aside and work as a team or you won’t be allowed to go on any more missions.” Batman told you, voice firm but it didn’t shake you.

“No, Zatanna is going to have to put her issues with me aside and learn that when I have been elected as leader of the squad then you are supposed to put your petty jealousy aside and know your place.” You spat.

“You weren’t right for the position!”

“I did everything right! And if it hadn’t been for you, we wouldn’t have been under open fire tonight!”

“You’re not the boss of me!”

“When I am the leader of the squadron then I am! And you’re meant to listen and not question my judgement because you’re being blinded by your pathetic jealously!”

“I’m not jealous of you!”

“Oh, please! That’s the biggest load of crap I’ve heard from you and it was all proved today! Admit it! You were immature and fucking stupid because you can’t get over that fact that you dated Dick for what? 3 months?”

“That’s because he’s supposed to be with me!”

“LIKE HELL HE IS!” You roared.

Batman felt a little helpless watching the two of you scream at each other. All this fighting? Over a boy? His son, no less? He had other sons and you were free to have your pick. But at this point, he wasn’t even sure what to say.

“You just can’t seem to accept the fact that he doesn’t love you anymore! Get over it! Because he certainly has!” You shouted, spinning on your heel and stomping away from her, determined to have the last word. Superman sighed in relief. He thought another fight would break out.

“You’re just insecure because you know that if he had the chance, he would come crawling back to me!”

A chill went done your spine and you felt cold fury run through your veins, turning around to glare at her murderously and clenching your hands tightly. You were so angry your feet were rooted to the floor, body seizing up slightly.

The others looked anxiously between the two of you as you glared at each other for a minute before you spoke with the calmest, yet most terrifying voice they’ve ever heard from you.

“Zatanna, you can try your damn hardest to win him back. But I promise you, you’re never going to get what you want.” You told her darkly, before walking away.

As Zatanna glared at your receding figure she decided she was going to prove you wrong.

***

To keep you from fighting with Zatanna again, when Batman came to you with a solo mission you couldn’t agree fast enough. Even though you knew you’d miss Dick’s homecoming, you still wanted to get the hell away from here. Not like you’d be missing anything important, other than Zatanna fawning over him.

You’d get to tell him how much you missed him in private anyway.

As soon as you were out of the cave, you couldn’t help the relief that filled your bones. You had been so on edge the past few days, still furious with her so the distance between the two of you was appreciated.

When Dick got home, he was ecstatic to see you again. It had been nearly 3 weeks since he had last held you and his skin was practically buzzing with excitement when he reached a cave, desperate to hug you, kiss you, touch you.

He got to the mess hall quickly, running all the way there and when he opened the door, he was instantly disappointed. You weren’t there.

“Where’s (Y/N)?” He asked Beast Boy, hoping he would tell him that you were just back at your apartment or that you had gone out for a while and would be back soon but he felt his heart sink when Gar gave him a sympathetic smile.

“She’s on a mission for a week.”

“A mission? Who’s with her?”

“No one. It’s a solo mission.”

Now he was worried. You usually didn’t take solo missions, liking to work in a team, knowing that there would be people who would be watching your back was reassuring. He knew you were more than skilled to handle a solo mission but not being by your side made him nervous and slightly antsy.

He was also upset that you weren’t here. So, he decided to do the most adult thing. Go home and sulk in bed while holding your sweatshirt that smelt like you.

But apparently the world had something against him because when he was about to go through the Zeta tube he was intercepted. By non other than Zatanna.

Now, poor clueless Dick had no idea that you had thrown hands with Zatanna just a day ago and was the reason why you weren’t there to welcome him when he got back. If he had he would’ve sulked at her and whined loudly for her to hear while he dragged his feet.

But, poor clueless Dick had absolutely no idea Zatanna was the reason he was being deprived of your kisses. So, he just smiled brightly at her and asked her if she needed anything.

“As a matter of fact, I found an old spell and I need someone to test it out on!”

“I don’t know how I feel about being your non-scientific experiment, Z.”

“Come on, it’s totally harmless, I promise.”

“I don’t know...”

“Don’t you trust me?”

He did. But there was just something about this situation that made him uncomfortable. Maybe it was because he missed you like crazy and just wanted to go home and sulk until you came back. Maybe it was because he felt uncomfortable to go somewhere private with his ex-girlfriend without telling you first. Or maybe it was because of the way Zatanna felt the need to guilt him into it.

Nevertheless, he agreed, albeit reluctantly and went to her room. Inside Zatanna had a bunch of ruins written on a paper and some weird poultices beside it.

“Now this isn’t going to work unless you give me your consent.” She informed, bustling about the room and Dick suddenly felt the air was a little stuffy.

“What do you mean by consent? Consent for what?”

“It’s a love spell.” She told him, smiling slyly but he couldn’t quite understand why. His hands got a little clammy at the announcement. What did she mean by love spell? Was she trying to get him to fall in love with her? Why would she be so open about it then? Especially when she knew he was in love with someone else?

“What do you mean?”

“Oh relax, stop being so tense. It’s just a love spell that proves who you truly love.” She said, immediately noticing how stiff his body was. Though she chalked it up to confusion. Dick was simply confused about who he loved, he was clouded by his attraction to you and he felt guilty about being unfaithful. But deep down, he really loved her. And this spell would prove it.

“In the olden ages, people would use it on their wedding to prove that their significant other truly loved them.”

He nodded, mouth falling open with realization. He already knew what the answer would be so why even bother? He assumed it was because Zatanna was curious to whether it actually worked.

“Too bad (Y/N) isn’t here, I mean I know who I love but I’d like to try it out on her. I mean, who takes a mission the day before their boyfriend comes back to town.” He complained, more to himself but Zatanna still heard it.

“Anyway, can I cast it on you?”

“Sure, couldn’t hurt.”

Oh, how he’d come to know just how wrong he was.

***

You raced through the halls, panicked, hearing your heart beat out of your chest as you sprinted to the Med Bay. Even though you were running as quick as possible you still pumped your legs to run faster, needing to get there quickly.

As soon as you saw Zatanna outside the Med Bay, you skidded to a stop in front of her and grabbing her collar, pinning her against the wall. She hit it with a thud and she saw white for a second when her head collided with the hard surface.

It was then you got a good look at her face. Her eyes were red and face wet. Her lips were bitten until they bled. You gritted your teeth, grip tightening around the collar as tears pricked your eyes.

“What the hell did you do!”

She whimpered, eyes getting glossy again before she started crying, incomprehensible words leaving her lips and you snarled before shaking her again, “You don’t get to cry! What the hell did you do to him!”

“It was a love spell!” She cried out, “It was supposed to reveal who he truly loves.”

“AND?!”

“It’s activated by a kiss.” She sniffled, “And I did.”

“Is it done?” Dick asked just as she finished casting the spell. His body was enveloped by a slight glow that was only visible to her and Zatanna’s lips curled when she realized it had worked. Now there was only one thing left to do.

“Yep.” She said, slinking over to his side and he pouted curiously.

“Are you sure? I don’t feel any different. You said it was supposed to reveal who I love. What happened?”

“We’re gonna find that out. Hold still.” She said, smiling and wrapping her arms around his neck to press a kiss to his lips. Dick froze, feeling her lips move against his and his mind went blank for a second before his chest contracted painfully.

He gasped against her mouth, before his legs buckled and he tumbled to the ground. Zatanna’s eyes widened when she saw the way his body twitched, pained gasps leaving his mouth and tears began falling from his eyes.

“Are you okay?!” She panicked, wrapping her arms around his thrashing figure but he couldn’t choke out an answer.

“Someone help! Anyone! Please!”

“A kiss doesn’t put people through cardiac arrest!” You screamed, feeling your chest tighten as you heard it out loud for the first time. Your eyes began burning and your throat contracted, feeling tears build. It was the first time you had admitted it to yourself.

You were scared. Emotions that you could barely process or understand swirled around you in a dark cloud and you were scared that Dick wouldn’t make it out of his critical state. If he was taken away from you because you hadn’t been there to stop it, you would never forgive yourself.

“I’m sorry.” She whimpered, sobbing and her body went limp in your fists. The urge to rip her head off her shoulders resurfaced. She didn’t get to be upset, not when this was all her fault.

“I don’t give a shit.” You hissed, “How do we save him?”

“A true love’s kiss should stop all the side effects.” She whispered, looking up at you with wide eyes, “If Dick truly loves you, then when you kiss him, it’ll reverse the spell.”

You needed to get in there.

You released your hold and Zatanna and she slid to the floor pathetically, holding her body as she cried. But even with her heartbroken sobs, you couldn’t feel any sort of remorse to her, glaring at her instead, “You better hope this works. Or I’ll kill you myself.”

And then you rushed in.

When you got to Dick’s side your breath stuttered when you noticed just how many things he was connected to and you felt your body shake. Batman was carefully watching him from his bedside.

You carefully walked to his side, gently brushing your fingers against his cheekbone. He looked like he was in so much pain. He looked so weak. You wanted to help him but a part of you was scared. For the first time in your life, you doubted Dick’s feelings for you.

The time you needed his love and devotion to be true the most, you were doubtful. A million thoughts rushed through your head and for a second you were tempted to just avoid doing this at all. But you knew that you had to at least try.

So, with trembling hands, you held the ventilator fastened to his mouth, taking a deep breath before tugging it off. Batman, already knowing what you were about to do, let you pull it off him before pressing a fluttering kiss to his lips. Tears gathered underneath your lashes when you didn’t feel anything happen.

Just when you were about to pull away, Dick took a deep breath through his nose and panted against your mouth, kissing you more firmly. You couldn’t help the sob that bubbled out of your throat and he swallowed it without any qualms.

Even through bleary vision, you were able to make out his blue eyes and the small smile on his face.

His hands came up to weakly cup for cheeks, gently wiping away the tears with his thumbs, “I missed you.”

You sniffled, letting more tears fall because you knew he’d be here to wipe them away, “I missed you too.”

***

Bonus:

You walked into the mess hall quietly. Dick had just fallen asleep in the Med Bay where he would be kept for a couple days under observation. It was past 1 in the night and you wanted nothing more than to crawl into bed but you had some unfinished business left to handle.

It was dark and it was hard to make out your surroundings until your eyes adjusted to the darkness. As you walked to the kitchen island, your eyes landed on the sorceress that had her head in her arms and wondered if she was asleep. Batman had said you were free to deal with her anyway you liked and that had been exactly your plan.

“He’s okay now, if you’re curious.” You told her. Her head shot up and she looked at you out of the corner of her eye before bowing it away shamefully. But you caught a glance at her face. She looked like she had been crying for hours, eyes bloodshot and face red and blotchy.

“Thank god.” She croaked out.

There was a beat of silence.

“I’m so so sorry, (Y/N).” Zatanna whimpered out before crying again, “You were right. I was jealous. And I did a crazy, wrong thing. And I’m so sorry.”

You sighed, nodding at her apology even though you knew she couldn’t see you. You weren’t sure if you accepted it, and you didn’t have to. For now, it could remain in the air.

“He really doesn’t love me....” She whispered out and you sighed once again, stepping up beside her and setting something on the table.

Zatanna glanced at the bottle of tequila and the two shot glasses you left. You didn’t look at her, instead choosing to stare straight ahead. You opened the bottle, pouring yourself a shot before tilting your head back and downing it, hissing at the burn.

“Obligatory break-up drink.” You mumbled, pouring her a shot and passing the glass to her.

She sniffled, looking at the glass in her hands before gulping it down. You took a deep breath, refilling the glasses. You still didn’t look at her, didn’t speak to her, just poured a refill when either of you finished and downed it in one gulp. The excitement from today and the tense feeling from sitting beside Zatanna kept you from getting drunk too early.

You two ended up finishing half the bottle, drinking in the dark until she passed out first and you followed soon after.

The others found you the next morning, passed out at the kitchen island, clutching empty shot glasses.

***

Bonus bonus:

Batman sighed, smelling the overwhelming scent of tequila as he came closer. None of them were able to wake either of you up. You were out cold, face scrunched up and head against the table in a position that would no doubt have your neck in a crick.

Zatanna was no better. Her hair was a mess, tequila spilt on her clothes and she was drooling all over the table, snoring unattractively.

“All this over a boy?”

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dreamyjoons · 4 years ago

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Our ‘Get Along’ Shirt - pjm

⇢ another day, another endless round of you and Jimin bickering. It’s never ending, all-consuming, and your friends have had enough. Namjoon decides to end it once and for all - with help from a shirt for squabbling toddlers.

Genre/warnings: smut, 18+! ‘enemies’-to-lovers, swearing, semi-public smut, mutual masturbation, fingering, honestly at this point a sweat kink, multiple orgasms, light choking, some spitting, unprotected sex, creampie.

Words: 14.2k lol

A/N: well hello! I’m back baby, and to celebrate i had to exorcise some Jimin demons. Did i talk about him sweating a lot? Yes. Did i use my favourite pic of him for the header? Also yes. Don’t @ me, i already know. I hope you enjoy!!!

"You're so wrong about this, it's actually kind of embarrassing."

"No you're wrong, only an idiot would think the way you do."

"Guys, no one - and I really mean this - no one cares about what kind of cups you need for beer pong. You've been arguing this for like twenty minutes now." Hoseok huffs, sitting back into the couch.

"Eighteen minutes." Namjoon sighs, tipping back his cup and gulping down its contents.

"But solo cups are far superior-"

"Jimin, they aren't!" You snap, dragging your glare away from his rolling eyes, deciding you never wanna look at him ever again.

"Please stop." Jungkook sighs, slipping off the chair beside Hoseok. His eyes flick between you before scanning the rest of the people in the room, slowly moving to the thump of the music. "Gonna find Yoongi and Tae." He mumbles before disappearing through the mass of bodies.

You'd been at the house party for less than three minutes before you and Jimin found a reason to have an argument. At first, it was how late you were - even though you found out he only got there five minutes before you. Then when you commented on the music choices to Yoongi, he found a way to disagree - despite you both knowing he loved the artist. On and on it went. Now here you were; Namjoon and Hoseok on the couch watching you both with bored expressions, Jin tuned out and typing rapidly on his phone beside them. Jimin stood to your left, and you made sure to keep him totally out of your sight.

But it was getting harder to hear him, thankfully. And he was losing steam. The house was crowded and loud, lively dancers everywhere and the smell of alcohol rich in the air. It was already way too hot out, but being stuffed inside at this party was causing everyone to sweat. You could see condensation forming on the walls.

The house was huge and expensively decorated, belonging to some producer friend of Namjoon. Marbled floors met white walls, a rug carpet covering the floor that made you wince when you thought about the price. It was sprawling and full of a ridiculous number rooms. Yet still, people had to squeeze between the spaces, excuses and polite taps lost in the fury of heat and confinement.

You held your can to your forehead to cool yourself down but it had grown warm waiting for you and Jimin to finish your current spout. You grimace but take a sip anyway - at least if you get a buzz you can ignore him for a little. You felt a pit of guilt at making Jungkook leave. But you were riled up, and you couldn't back down. Not to Jimin.

You saw Jimin tip his head back to drink out of the corner of your eye, but you daren't look at him. He was as insufferable as he was hot as hell, and not just in temperature.

However, you had managed to take a better look at him earlier in the night. His beige silk shirt was already sticking to his skin, tucked into tight jeans blacker than you had ever seen. Who wears silk to a house party? The necklace that he always wore sat just below his collarbones, and you're reminded of all the times you've wanted to throttle him with that damn chain. He'd been pushing his dark hair back all night - you could tell by how it fell about his face, silky strands falling into his eyes. Was he wearing some kind of lipgloss too? You grumble into your drink. He was too pretty for his own good.

At first the sparring was fun. There was an attraction there, on your part at least. It was spicy, something hot and fast, a way to see how compatible you were. Maybe you had some feelings for him. Possibly, potentially.

But over time it devolved. It felt like he'd say things just to get a rise out of you, to draw your attention into a battle with him. And now here you were, bitterly avoiding the man's existence.

"God, why is it so hot here?" Jin gasps, blotting his face with his sleeve.

"Probably haven't got the air con on." Jimin shrugs, taking a swig from his glass.

"It's on-" You start, eyes flicking to where you thought you could see a vent in the ceiling. It was open, so you assumed it would be on - it had to be.

"I highly doubt that."

Jimin gives you the look he always does - where he tilts his head back and stares into your soul. His plump lips part, tongue pressed behind his teeth, goading you into his trap. He gets his way every time.

"Why would they not have it on? It's burning hot even without a house full of people."

"Then it's clearly a crappy unit." He shrugs, but his words are quick and his eyes are still intensely focused on you.

"Jimin have you seen the rest of this house? Don't be dumb-"

"Shut up!"

You and Jimin spin to your friends who had all shouted in unison. The ones who could still stand to be around you both arguing, anyway. Several of the dancers that were nearby stopped to look at the exclamation but slowly drifted back into the music - albeit before taking a step further away from your group.

"Enough. I'm gonna put an end to this once and for all." Namjoon gets to his feet and strides away with purpose, standing a head above nearly everyone in the crowd.

You shiftily look at Jimin before silently waiting for Namjoon to return, confusion thick in your brain. You awkwardly chewed on your lip as the seconds ticked by, before finally he stalks back, his bag under his arm.

He throws himself back into his seat, flips open the top of his bag and rifles through.

Finally he pulls out a heap of bright yellow material, and with a small noise, he dumps his bag beside him before bolting up. He unravels the material and holds it up to you, grin growing on his face.

It takes you a few seconds to focus on what he is holding out to you and Jimin - but when you realise, you gasp.

"'Our get along shirt'? Namjoon you've gotta be joking." you splutter, scanning the shirt.

It was a sickly yellow, 'our get along shirt' printed on it in what appeared to be black glitter. It could probably fit both you and Jimin in it, maybe Yoongi could slip in too. It looked somewhat roomy, but that was not the point.

"What?" Jimin asks, lips parted as he stares into the glitter.

"You're both gonna wear it and get over whatever bullshit is going on here." Namjoon says so casually, as if he was asking the time or giving directions. But you saw the seriousness in the minute movements of his face. The clench on his jaw, the hardiness of his eyes.

"We're adults Namjoon, you can't expect us to wear that." Jimin's face had gone into a full blush, but his frown was deep as he stared at Namjoon.

"You are both gonna wear it."

"No-" You shout, but Namjoon pointedly huffs at you, and you take the hint.

"Put the shirt on. By the end of the night, either one of you will have killed the other or you have this sorted out. Because if not, you'll end up pushing us all away. For good." Namjoon finishes with a sigh, the depth of his gaze so severe it confirms that he isn’t playing with you.

You look behind him at Jin and Hoseok, and the direction in which Jungkook had walked away. Jin and Hoseok looked deadly serious, no hint of a smile or a cackle of laughter like you'd expect.

He had a point. You knew it. But it was so hard - Jimin couldn't let things lie, and you couldn't back away from a fight when it was him you were fighting. But to see others dropping out from around you...

"Hand over the shirt."

You spin to stare at Jimin. His face was tight, jaw set and eyebrows drawn. It had dawned on him too, just how far this had gone. But he obviously didn't like the idea of it, and neither did you.

"Fine but if I do kill him I’m taking you all down with me as accessories." You sigh, reaching forward and taking the shirt from Namjoon.

“How long have you had this, Joon?” Jimin asks, fiddling with the rings on his fingers.

“Long enough.”

You turn it in your hands and with a deep breath, you pull the shirt over your head, sticking your arm through the sleeve and head through the collar. Your left arm hangs loosely in the shirt, and you begin to fret about what you should do with it. Maybe you should just stick it in your pocket? You don't wanna brush anything-

Before you could follow that train of thought, Jimin tugs you and the shirt towards him. You follow, gulping thickly. He casts one last look at Namjoon before putting his head under the bottom of the shirt. within seconds his head is through the collar, his shoulder bumping yours as he tries to get comfortable.

The air is thick around you, the extra warmth of him being so close to you making the heat rise on your face. You were strongly aware of every microscopic move he makes, your senses keenly aware of his proximity. He lets out a harsh sigh, and you feel the breath ripple over the collar and down the shirt. A pout settles on his lips, glossy and wholly enticing - and entirely too close.

His face was inches from yours, shoulders stuck rigidly together as you subtly wrestle for space. The shirt was obviously made for kids, and much smaller than you had originally anticipated. Two kids would be able to almost comfortably stand side by side. You and Jimin had barely enough excess shirt, but the collar was far too small. His hand grazes mercilessly across your thigh, the hardness of his rings pressing into the material of your jeans.

You hear a click of a camera, and your attention snaps up to see Hoseok taking a photo of you both on his phone. With both you and Jimin glaring at him, he snaps another and giggles.

"One for Jungkook." He grins, before flipping his phone to you.

Instinctively you step forward to look, but the lack of space drags Jimin along with you. He crashes into your back, a steadying hand reaching out for your hip, a strangled grunt by your ear. You choke on your breath, and weakly tug at the collar as if it was the cause of your shock.

His hand is warm, the heat pulsating from his palm across your hip. If you weren't sweating before, you definitely were now. You shuffle back a little, easing the tension in the shirt that tugged tightly against you. Jimin brings up a hand and anxiously pushes his hair back from his face, his jaw set so sharply you could cut your finger on it.

"Well, there's bound to be a few teething problems but I'm sure you'll both work it out." Namjoon smiles, eyes bright and full of mischief. "Come on boys, let's give them some space."

You give Namjoon the fiercest glare you could muster before he walks away, but all he does is chuckle at you. Hoseok waves brightly whilst Jin merely winks - until soon all that remained was you and Jimin, hot, flustered and already tired of it all.

"Okay, now that they're gone-" Jimin mutters, twisting in the shirt so that his back was against you. You shuffle back as not to touch him, your mind a hazy hot mess.

Your hand dances threateningly close to his ass so you snatch it up to your chest, staring at the ceiling and holding back an agonised groan.

He brings his hands up and after a few seconds you hear a loud rip.

You snap your head to him to see that he'd ripped the collar almost to the end of the shoulder, giving you more space. You let out a breath and you both adapted to the space, but his shoulder was still brushing you. At least his face was at a less dangerous distance from yours now.

"Do... you wanna sit?" He asks quietly, A faint pinky blush crossing his cheeks. You forced your eyes away, determined not to be distracted.

"Jimin, Namjoon's gonna flip about the shirt."

"No he won't-"

"Yes, he will-"

"Ah, can we just sit?."

You huff, weighing his words before silently nodding, moving forward slowly to give him time to get his brain in gear. He stepped behind you and you shuffled around so that you wouldn't be sat under him.

"Okay sit." You order, and to your surprise he followed your words. You both crash back into the couch, his arms pressing back against you, his legs spread and pressed against yours.

You sit, the silence stretching. You finally get the smell of his cologne, the silk of his shirt sleeve brushing against your arm. It was filling your senses, and though it had only been seconds, this was stretching for an eternity.

And there were all those emotions you felt towards him, rushing to the surface, bubbling beneath your skin.

"Okay this is dumb, why are we doing this?" You grumble, slamming your head back against the cushions, desperate to be away from his heady scent.

He looks at you out of the corner of his eyes, so you pointedly avoid meeting his gaze.

"Because we don't want to lose our friends." His voice is low, the cogs turning in his head.

"Yes I know that, but why do we have to 'sort our problems' from inside the same damn t-shirt?" You snap.

"I... don't know. But I'm not gonna lose friends. Them or you - so get used to being stuck in this shirt with me."He purses his lips in thought, but you’re struck by his words.

"Well it's you who's stuck in here with me." You snark, unable to stop yourself before you say it.

He huffs out a laugh through his nose, and you can’t help but smile. You finally meet his eyes, and like a kid caught doing something he shouldn’t, he snaps his eyes away.

“So we have to like… work on our problems?”

“Apparently.” He murmurs, throwing himself back into the seat.

The temperature feels ten times hotter than when you weren’t sharing clothing. Your hair sticks to your skin and you shift uncomfortably. Everywhere you touched him felt like it was on fire, every sensor in your body and edge and firing. You force yourself to breathe, in and out. Park Jimin was not going to get the better of you.

But he seemed affected too.

His swallows are thick, adam’s apple bobbing with each gulp. You could see his ringed finger tapping in his leg whilst his other hand was pushing back his hair a little more aggressively than usual.

“So uh…” He starts, but tapers off when you look at him.

“Yeah?”

The seconds tick on, the gap between you non-existent. You avert your eyes and try to focus on the crowd that swirls around you.

You couldn’t help but notice the fact that things were going well. No issues were being resolved per se, but you hadn’t fought properly for a few minutes. And for you both, that was progress. Even if every word that comes to your mind flights away, leaving the silence to stretch.

“Maybe-”

“How about-”

You both blurt words at the same time, letting out an embarrassed laugh as you squarely avoid looking at each other. The music seems louder, making it harder to think about anything that wasn’t directly in your senses. Essentially you were stuck in a Jimin lockdown.

“You go.”

“Oh, I was just going to say I’m gonna need a drink or two for this.” you confess, heat burning across your face.

“That’s… Not a bad idea actually. Let’s go to the kitchen.” Jimin rushes, a little too enthusiastically. It seems like he’s a little on edge too.

Without thinking he tries to stand up, causing you to get ruffled inside the shirt as he staggers to his feet. You’re ripped through the collar of the shirt, your face getting knocked into his hip. Your eyes widen and your breath catches in your throat as he’s slingshotted back into the chair beside you. Your head reemerges through the hole, leaving your hair vigorously disheveled.

“I-, I’m sorry!” He grits, a reddish blush bursting across his cheeks.

You bring up your hand inside the shirt to touch it to your face whilst the other tries to right whatever mess your hair had become.

“It’s fine, just, we gotta move as one.” You mumble, flicking your gaze at him.

“Agh, this isn’t gonna be easy.” He sighs, shuffling to the edge of the chair.

You take a deep breath and follow his lead. You put a tentative hand on the couch to shuffle yourself to the edge, but jimin had the same idea. He puts his hands on top of yours, but instantly snatches it back. He mumbles to himself before turning and giving you a nod. With a steadying breath you both move, almost effortlessly getting off the couch together. It takes you by surprise at how straightforward that was, until the clatter of a noise reaches your ears over the din of the music.

Following the rattle of the noise you look down, only to watch your phone skittering across the floor.

“Oh, shit.” You murmur, watching it stop out of reach. “Jimin, my phone!”

He follows your gaze to where it lays on the floor, narrowly avoiding being stepped on by dancers. Your heart flutters as people step around it, totally unaware.

“Go, go!” He mutters, placing the palm of his hand at the bottom of your back, steering you towards it.

You flush as you’re pushed through, stopping just above it. You’re both jostled by the people around you as you stand guard above your phone. People were dancing dangerously close to it,and all it would take is one drunken fool to stamp on it or you for this to end in disaster.

“Okay let’s drop, carefully this time!” you order, but Jimin scoffs at you.

“I’m trying to be careful!”

“Just don't thrash me about again, that would be nice-”

“I’m not doing it on purpose! I can if you want me to-”

“Oh my god, stop, just bend over and help me!”

“That sounds dirt-”

He starts, but before you let him manifest that in your mind you start to crouch, the force pulling him down to bump his chest into your back. The heat of him crashing into you is instant, an insatiable warmth that spreads in contact. He puts a stabilising hand on your hips as his breath rolls across the back of your neck. A shiver trickles down your body despite trying to hold it back.

“What did you do that for?” He grunts, his mouth closer to your ear as he tries to rebalance himself.

“Y- you’re taking too long trying to argue!”

He presses himself off your back and shuffles down beside you. You finally get crouched on the floor, tentative hands placed on the sticky surface to stop you from toppling over. Jimin crouches next to you, his body facing yours with his leg behind you, tight against your back. It was hard to stay focused with him pressed against you like that, but you know he was just trying to stay stable. So why were you blushing so hard?

Carefully you reach out, your fingers just brushing the edge of the phone. You’re just able to get your fingers over the edge when you’re slammed from the side. Your phone is knocked out of your reach once more as you’re thrown onto Jimin, both of you landing in a tangled heap.

You let out a yelp as you’re falling, the impact to the side of you bristling with shock. His back hits the floor and you land awkwardly, right on top of him.

“Watch what you’re doing, you moron!” Jimin snaps after your head slaps onto his shoulder.

Your heart slams erratically against your chest, his words stinging. You’d come to blows many more times than you can imagine, but he’d never spoken to you in that way, not ever.

“God, I’m sorry.” you murmur, pressing yourself up off his chest, your face practically aflame.

“What? Oh, no no, not you! Whichever idiot smacked into you. Are you alright?“ He asks, his fingers gently gripping your chin and turning you gently in his hands.

Your eyes are wide as he stares at you, your fingers twitching on the silk covering his chest. Once he’s satisfied that you’re okay, he softly releases you. You bring your gaze back to his, beads of sweat rolling down your face.

Jimin looks down to his hand and back up to you after realising what he had just done, before he clenches his fist closed and puts it down to his side. His forehead is creased, his face burning bright.

“We should… ah, should get your phone.” His voice is low, barely audible above the music. But you hear him all the same, stealing your hand back from his chest.

You swallow thickly, stabilizing yourself as you crouched back on your own two feet. Your phone isn’t too far out of reach, but just beyond the touch of your fingertips. You strain, tugging Jimin along behind you. His throat is pulled against your shoulder, but it was no good, you still needed the stretch.

“Hold on.” You mumble, slipping your head out from underneath the collar.

You keep your arm inside the shirt sleeve for plausible deniability - you’d never be able to lie to Namjoon if he asks if you stayed in. But you pull your head out from the bottom of the shirt and reach out, gripping your phone and snatching it up. You shove it in your deepest pocket of your jeans and pat it, relieved.

You crawl back to Jimin and try to climb back into the shirt. He throws the bottom over your head and you push it through - only to slam your head into his arm.

“Ah, sorry!” You yelp, trying to push yourself past him.

He tries to guide your head back up through the collar but manages to get his rings caught in your hair. You yelp at the tug, your hands flying up to untangle him.

“Sorry, sorry!” He shouts, bringing his other hands up to slide his rings off altogether.

Once they’re off his fingers it’s easier to free your hair. With the rings tucked safely in his pocket and with gentle easing, Jimin moves your head up to the collar of the shirt. You rapidly brush your hair out of your face and look at him out of the corner of your eye.

He’s flustered, roughly pushing the hair that sticks to his sweaty forehead back. His lips are parted and his eyes are fixed away from you.

Briefly, the thought of just running away from him crossed your mind. There’d be no more issues if you never saw his face again. No more embarrassment! Of course it was a silly idea, but it would be better than getting the opportunity to make yourself look like an idiot again.

You huff out a breath, blotting your damp forehead with the back of your hand. Your brush with the floor had left your clothes feeling sticky, and your brush against Jimin had set everything else on fire. You needed some fresh ai-

“It’s too hot for this, I need some air.” Jimin shifts in his spot, gesturing to the backdoor that was through the kitchen and blocked by a thick group of party goers. You follow the direction he points and nod enthusiastically.

“I wanna grab some water too.” You murmur. Ignoring his presence.

The people that stood between the cloying heat that you and Jimin were trapped in and the cooler climate outside were dense. You’d have to fight through, but the reward of fresher air to clear your head of Jimin was too tantalising.

With a look at Jimin, he motions with his hand for you to proceed. You roll your eyes at the gesture but you take a cautious step forward, slow and deliberate.

You started pushing your way through, bodies warm and fluid as you tried to champion the way. Jimin got ganged much closer to you, practically pressing into your back as you moved. You focus on finding a path ahead, ignoring the beads of sweat that form in your hairline.

Something had changed between you. This is the closest you had been together, the most you had touched, the longest you had been alone. And you wanted to hate it. You certainly hated how messy he must think you are. But you didn’t. A trickle of something different slides down your body, all your attention focused on his hand on you.

The music changes to something even louder and riles the crowd up. With a swell of movements in the dancers you’re sent flying, knocked by some erratic dancer’s elbow. With the force of the shirt Jimin is dragged with you, crashing into your back and pinballing you against another person.

Subconsciously you turn back to him - but as soon as you’re pressed together, you realise how big a mistake that was.

Stomach to stomach, his face is barely an inch or two from yours. His fingers wrap around your wrist, chest rising and falling as you stare at him.

The sweat that had rolled down his face had reached his throat, dropping down the column and hovering at his apple. The minutest of smirks pulls at his lips, and you realise you’ve been caught.

He swallows, purposely. The bead rolls the rest of the way down his throat, dropping below his necklace before disappearing down the neckline of his shirt. The silk was clinging to his skin in the heat, and it took every ounce of dignity you had not to look down. You could see in your periphery, and that was more than enough. The man was hot, in every sense.

Your eyes flick back up, a different kind of heat burning up your face. You anxiously lick your lips, eyes finally meeting his. He has an eyebrow propped, a smugness radiating that let your blood boil. But his gaze drops to your mouth, watching your tongue gloss across your lip before looking back up. You can feel his breath hit your chest as his cheeks flushed more than they ever had. Now you were the one to have an audience.

Maybe this was it - the answer. You just needed a moment for everything to click, you could reach an understanding! It had nothing to do with how his stare left you feeling like you could burst in every way possible. Or that his pupils seemed to be blown wide, big enough for you to swim in. His fingers were hot against your wrist, and it felt almost as if his pinky was tracing the tiniest circles into your skin-

“I need the bathroom.”

The words are blurted loudly in your face, and for a moment you forget what reality is.

“I- what?”

“Bathroom. Gotta go. Bathroom stuff.” Jimin splutters.

Before you can respond - not that you knew how to - he turns from you. His hand still holds your wrist as he pulls you through the crowd, uncaring as to who he pushes aside. All you can do is stare at the back of his hair and be lead.

“Jimin what the hell?!” You yell, ignoring the glares of the nosy partiers.

Your voice is lost, muffled by loud music and Jimin's deaf focus. You finally break free from the throng of people but your journey doesn't end. You're being whipped past busy rooms until you hit the staircase. The odd person watches you in fascination, some even snickering at what was written so plainly in glitter on the shirt. you felt your face burn, and make a silent note to fight Namjoon at the soonest opportunity.

He begins scurrying up the staircase, and with your wrist still firmly in his iron grip, you're soon flying up behind him. He casts a shifty look behind him to check you were still attached, his face flushed but his eyes focused. You have to remember to regulate your breathing.

"God, careful!" You snap, almost stumbling on the top step.

He doesn't acknowledge that he hears you, but then he slows for a second before darting down the winding corridor. He rushes into one of the rooms, a sprawling guest bedroom, before finally letting your wrist drop from his grip. It was almost bigger than your entire place, with an ensuite and even a door leading out to a balcony.

You close the door behind you before Jimin drags you towards the ensuite. Once he's at the open door he pulls his arms through the sleeve and slips out from the shirt. You know you're in the privacy of a bedroom but you suddenly get nervous, eyes turning to the bedroom door.

"We're gonna get in trouble." You murmur. Namjoon is a mind reader, you’d stake your life on it - he'll know you're separated and find you.

"You gotta relax. We're not gonna be spotted through floors and walls. Unless you wanna come in here with me?" He asks, that trademark smirk pulling at his lips. Your stomach flutters, but it is a relief to have a flash of the jimin who pushes your buttons back.

"I -wha- no! Just hurry up, god." You splutter, turning your back to him.

"I won't be long."

With that he saunters back, his cheeks blown out as he sighs, and finally closes the door for some sweet separation. You step back and move to the balcony - the door was unlocked so you push it open and finally breathe.

The air is still warm, but instant relief from being cooped up inside with Jimin washes over you. You close your eyes and soak up the moment of peace, the shirt hanging off your solitary frame.

Your brain was barely processing the situation you were both in. It was enough being stuck in the same item of clothing as someone, but with Jimin? It was hard.

But then again, it was also easy. It was too easy to get wrapped up in him, to be so close, to let yourself be taken with him. It was a place you had hoped to be before, and somewhere you couldn’t go.

You and Jimin were tumultuous. You weren’t sure why it had to be that way. It’s not like either of you were toxic or nasty people - so why did you have to make a stand on everything? Why does every time you stand off with him make the hairs on your neck stand up, make your heart beat so fast in your chest you swear he could hear it?

Maybe it was because you did, after all this time, like him.

You're snapped out of your thoughts by an erratic knocking at the door. You dart your eyes to it as if you could see through the solid wood, your heart in your throat.

"Y/N? Jimin? You there?" Namjoon calls through the door, and you swear under your breath.

"One second!" You cry, scrambling back from the door and scurry to the ensuite.

"Jimin! Open up!" You whisper at him, your voice a hurried rasp.

"What?"

"I'm coming in!" You wait a few seconds just in case, and then finally throw the door open.

"Y?N!" Jimin yells, scrambling back against the basin.

He was standing with his silk shirt in his hands, His lips parted in shock as he stares at you. His chest was heaving, the faintest glimmer of abs visible behind the thin fabric. Your face was burning almost as much as his, your jaw dropping. His hair was tousled, strands covering his wide eyes as he stared at you.

"Wh... Why are you topless?" Your breath is barely above a whisper as you fight to keep your eyes on his face.

"It's so hot!”

“I’m hot! Do you see me taking my clothes off?” You rush, using every ounce of restraint in your body to not lick your lips.

The thought of you and Jimin taking your clothes off together flashed through your mind and you internally screamed at yourself. This was not the time to unpack that, though you’d be lying if you said the thought hadn’t crossed your mind before.

“Wah- uh, you... I was trying to cool dow- why are you barging in here?!" He rushes, taking a hasty step towards you. To have to sort through your frazzled thoughts before you remember why you were there in the first place.

"Namjoon! He's at the door!" As if to accentuate your point, Namjoon raps on the door again, calling out to you both.

"Agh!" Jimin cries, rushing forward and grabbing the hem of the shirt you still wore.

He begins to get into it as he pushes you towards the door. You could feel the horror fill your veins as the heat of his body slips in beside you, his hand at the small of your back as he guides you. Your arm brushes against his bare hip, the skin hot and smooth. You snatch your arm up and hold it against your chest as if burned and ignore the rapid change in your breathing.

"Why haven't you put your shirt on?!" You whisper, but he just huffs.

"To save time, Now show me your pretty smile and let's get rid of him so I can get dressed." Jimin's hand is on the door, and all you can do is stare at him, eyes wild.

"My wha-"

The door flies open, but you're still staring at Jimin. Pretty...?

"Well hello." Namjoon is leant against the doorframe, arms crossed as he gives you both a crooked grin. His eyes flicker to the room behind you, his eyes landing on the bed just beyond you both.

"Just needed the bathroom." Jimin rushes, hand once again settling in his hair.

"I didn't ask." His voice is light, but his eyes are fierce as he scans you both thoroughly.

"You were thinking about it, though." Jimin mutters. He tries to cross his arms at Namjoon, but with one arm under the shirt and one over he soon drops it. Your gaze was still stuck on him though. Pretty?

"How's the shirt working out, you both talking?" Namjoon asks, and you finally snap your attention to him. He's already watching you and raises an eyebrow. You scramble to stamp down your emotions, despite every nerve in your body sizzling.

"Oh yeah, we’re the best of friends now, right JimJam?" Your voice is bubblegum sweet, giving Jimin the goofiest smile you could muster.

"Totally! We've been braiding our hair and sharing juicy stories. We're basically besties."

Jimin beams at Namjoon, before stepping close and wrapping an arm around your waist to hug you. It was all part of the charade, of course. But as you're pulled back against his chest, you swear your heart could explode. His hand sits lightly on your hip, his every breath rolling down your neck. It didn’t matter that the move was practically hidden under the shirt.

"Yeah..." you laugh, but it's more of a choke as you pat his hand over the shirt and avoid meeting Namjoon's probing gaze.

Jimin clears his throat awkwardly behind you, his finger twitching on your hip. The heat between you swealters, every inch of your skin electric against his body.

Namjoon's eyes flick between you. You could see his thoughts brewing but they never pass his lips. Instead you and Jimin wait, his hands singeing your skin where they rested, his bare chest like fire against you.

"Well, I can see you're obviously working on something. But until you're actually convincing, you can stay in that shirt." He shrugs, grin widening across his face. With a final flick of his eyes, he pushes off the door frame and heads back towards the stairs.

"This is ridiculous Namjoon!" You yell at his back, crossing your arms across your stomach.

"Maybe - but you're both still wearing it." He smirks back over his shoulder.

You yell incoherent words at his back before huffing out a breath. Your fingers twitch in anger, putting a stubborn hand on your hip, the skin hot under your touch.

Faintly you realise the contact isn’t registering on your hip, and it isn’t until Jimin loosens his grip on you that you realise your hand had been resting on his. His hands fall from your body as he shuffles away, swallowing a throaty gulp.

You couldn’t look at him. It was all fun and games to begin with- oh, who were you kidding? This had been sucky, but something had shifted. You needed air, a chance to breathe, to not be tethered to the man that seems to haunt you.

“Need air.” Your voice a rasp as you step back into the room.

Jimin barely shuts the bedroom door before you’re marching to the balcony, not caring about whether you drag him along or not. Once you’re outside you heave in a breath, letting the air fill your lungs.

“That was too close.” You murmur, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

“How was I supposed to know Namjoon would be keeping tabs?”

“I’m not blaming you Jimin! Why are you making this into an argument too?” You snap, your eyes fixed on the treeline on the edge of the property.

You feel him wriggling aggressively next to you, only to look back and see him climbing out of the shirt. You watch in horror as he slips out from under the sickly yellow material, keeping his bare back to you.

“What are you doing?” You yelp, scanning over the edge of the balcony for any sight of your friends. They couldn’t see you apart, they would never trust either of you again.

“What are we doing?”

“We’re meant to be working this out from inside the same ugly shirt-”

“No not right now. I mean, kind of. I just… Why did we let it get this far?”

You let his words hang in the air, your thoughts scattered. The thump of the music below drifts up to you, the mass of partygoers that stood out in the gardens laughing and chatting loudly. It seemed a world away from the tension that fills the air between you and Jimin.

He turns back to you with a look on his face so intense you can’t place it. But you could tell he was tightly wound - his shoulders were squared and his jaw was tight. He avoids making eye contact with you for as long as he can. But when he finally does, it was too easy to get lost in what you see there.

“We just argue, I guess.” you shrug, averting your eyes from his chest and stomach. This wasn’t the time to be fawning over him. It was hard - he was beautiful, there was no escape from that. It’s one of a million reasons you had liked him in the first place.

“You can't tell me you’re happy with that explanation.” He huffs, crossing his arms.

“Of course I’m not but what do you want me to say? You don’t like me, you’ve made that plain enough. Not everyone gets along.”

You bite your lip, admitting the words you’d been too scared to think out loud. But when you hear a faint gasp, your eyes shoot up to his face. His lips are parted, a look of abject shock written on his delicate features.

I d- I do like you.” His voice is so quiet you can barely hear him. But you do, and the words strike deep.

You can’t open yourself up to this right now. Namjoon will find a way to know that you’re both separated, and the rest of the guys will drift away. You want to be civil with Jimin, not have your entire soul bared open to him. You couldn’t survive that.

“Can you please put your shirt back on?” You mumble, your eyes laser-focused imploringly on his face, but he doesn't hear you, barrelling on.

“It’s not like I enjoy arguing with you!”

“Then why are you making it so difficult?” Your voice cracks, the hurt of your never ending battles threatening to surface.

“Do you know how hard it is to get your attention-“ he starts, his fast flow of words immediately cut off as he gawks at you, delicate fingers slamming over his lips.

“What?” You blurt, processing his words.

“No no, nothing! Forget it.” he shakes his hands at you, eyes wide and face blushing a deep pink.

“Jimin! What do you mean, get my attention?”

“I… yeah. We’re always with the guys, I guess I didn’t know how else to get you to focus on me.”

“Why?” Your voice is faint, a million thoughts crashing in your head.

“No, forget it!”

“Jimin!”

“Ah, I like you, okay?”

The air around you thickens, the distance between you a thousand miles yet still too close. Your heart thumps rapidly in your chest, your eyes wide as saucers and your skin prickled with goosebumps.

“You- huh?”

“I… like you. A lot. It happened pretty quickly.” He sighs, running a shaky hand through his hair.

"Why have you never told me?"

"Because it's humiliating as hell?" He laughs bitterly, his eyes darting to anywhere but you.

"Jimin..."

"No seriously. If I had told you, you'd reject me because why wouldn't you? All we do is argue."

"You think I'd reject you?" You ask, voice quiet as you step closer to him. His gaze finally snaps back to you at your movement.

"I mean, I... yeah?"

He runs a hand roughly over his face, turning his back to you. He looks so flawless in the moonlight. But he always looked flawless to you. Watching him fret like this was something so alien to you, but so human, so Jimin. You couldn’t let him suffer these feelings alone.

"Well, I wouldn't have." You mumble.

“You- what?”

Your brain scrambles, your heart hammering in your throat. He stares at you, wide eyes and chest heaving as if he was winded. Swallowing thickly you press on, despite the fear that churns in your gut.

“I wouldn’t reject you, Jimin. I… uh. I like you too.” You fiddle awkwardly with the hem of the stupid shirt.

The whole scenario had you feeling like a girl going through a childhood crush again. Though last time you had a crush on a boy who was fighting with you, you punched him in the nose. It was doubtful that would work this time around-

“Jimin?” You ask, watching as he shrinks back on himself.

You watch as he breathes, his chest rising and falling, the rapidly cooling night air raising goosebumps across his skin. It was hard to keep your brain on track.

After a moment he meets your gaze with a softness so potent it was enough to choke you.

In two steps he was on you, his lips crashing against yours. Your entire body threatens to shut down, the shock rippling through you. Before you even had a second to comprehend how good his lips felt against yours he pulls back, fear in his eyes as he worries.

You know then what you want. Who you want. You wondered why you wasted so long arguing to get it.

With your blood thrashing violently in your veins you reach your hands out to his face, caressing the smooth skin of his cheek before you surge forwards. The feel of the gloss on his lips smudges as you let yourself be consumed, the slightest hint of cherry seeping in.

Kissing Park Jimin. You. You’re kissing him. Your eyes slam shut as you sink into him, electricity crackling on your skin.

With no doubt in his mind at all Jimin slides his hands to your hips, fingers curling into the shirt as he moves you back, pushing you into the wall. You moan into his kiss, and he smirks against your lips. To trip him up you press the kiss deeper, letting the tip of your tongue dance at his pretty lips, wanting to taste him.

He does you one better, turning the tides and pressing the kiss back to you, tongue flicking to you.

Just like normal, you weren’t one to back down from Jimin.

Letting a hand move into his silken hair, you brush it back the way you’d seen him do a thousand times. But instead of letting your hands fall out of the soft locks, you let the strands wind around your fingers and give it a tug.

Jimin lets out a low groan, breaking the kiss to pant against your lips. Pride flows through you, but so did a sense of admiration - it was something you wanted to hear from that pretty mouth over and over.

“That’s a dangerous game you’re playing, Y/N.” He whispers, tugging sharply on the shirt so that your body was flat against his.

You try to not let the gasp from you come out too loud, the lines of his body startlingly apparent as you’re pressed together.

“You think that scares me?”

At your words he smiles. It spreads slowly, but soon his whole face is alight, brightness shining out of him. With his fingers at the hem of the massive shirt, he gives you a filthy giggle before kneeling and slipping himself inside of the material.

“What are you doing?” You yelp, feeling the familiar sensation of being stuck in the stupid shirt with him again. But it was different too, it wasn’t suffocating like before.

His head popped back up through the ripped collar, grin still annoyingly plastered across his face.

“Shouldn’t you be trying to get me out of this shirt, Park Jimin?” You whisper, breathless as he presses you back against the wall.

“I can’t deny that you have too many clothes on.” He smirks, delicate fingers sliding up your shirt to rest on your hot skin. “But there’s something… ah, satisfying about having you in this shirt.”

“Seriously?”

“What’s the matter Y/N, don’t think you can handle it?” His fingers circle agonisingly slow on your hips, a mischievous glint catching in his eye. He knows you so well.

“You’re gonna be the one who can’t handle it.”

“Prove it.”

You almost growl at him as he presses your buttons, but the burning in you meets the heat in your stomach. You need him more than ever.

You pull him back against you by the hair, crushing your lips together once more. He moans into you, nails pressing into your hips as your lips collide. You roll your hips against him, the fire in your veins white hot as he stutters against you. He breaks your kiss to gasp needily, eyes shut tight as your stomach brushes against the bulge in his tight jeans.

His eyes finally open, unfocused and swimming. But after a second he fixes his gaze on you, determined. A flicker of anticipation fills you, awaiting retribution.

His fingers move from your skin to the hem of your shirt, tugging it up until you have to help him. The shirt you were sharing was making it difficult, and you start to regret ever letting him get his way. But as soon as you are free he presses back into you, his hot skin flush against yours, his fingers idly tracing the straps of your bra.

Just with the gentle brush of his fingertips he nudges the straps down your arms, goosebumps rising along his trail. He presses his lips to your cheek, pecking slow, soft kisses across your cheekbone as he moves towards your ear. You sigh as his mouth moves lower, plump lips pressing dainty kisses down your neck. With you swept up, his hands move behind you and unclip your bra.

A gasp passes your lips while his own are still planted at your neck, sucking on a soft spot there. Your bra slides off your body, landing with a quiet thud on the floor of the balcony.

His fingers find their way back to your hips, slowly caressing their way up. An excited shiver catches you, and you feel him laugh against your skin. His warm hands find your breasts, thumbs rubbing over the soft skin before finding your nipples.

You suck in a breath as he kisses back up your neck. He pauses to capture your lips again, lulling you into him as his thumbs brush out across your nipples.

With your staccato breathing he smirks once more into your skin. Not one to ever be outmanoeuvred by Jimin, you decide it’s time to flip the switch.

You purposefully run your fingers down his stomach, featherlight and teasing. He hitches his breath, mouth detaching from your neck as he waits, anticipating your every move. His hot breath rolls down your neck, rippling off your chest. You hide a smirk in his hair and focus on your goal.

Letting your fingers rest on his belt buckle - no doubt something obnoxiously expensive - you begin to undo him as slow as you possibly could. You slide it off, inching it so little that you could feel him get restless against you.

“You’re a nightmare.” He whispers, looking up at you through his eyelashes.

“I’m just savouring the moment.” You offer softly, the soft clinks of the buckle resting against his thigh.

“You’ll pay if you tease me like this.” His voice is high, airy. The voice of a man in complete control - though you knew that was far from the truth.

“Mm, sure Jimin.” You smirk, bringing a hand up between you to his face.

You angle him back up to kiss you, which he does with ferocity. You smile into him, the power to provoke him rich in your veins.

Your hand sinks back to his belt, and with him distracted you pull it off him fast, dumping it somewhere on the floor and popping the button of his jeans. He gasps into your kiss, fingers automatically flexing across your breasts. You hold your reaction to yourself, intent on giving nothing away until you are ready.

You tug down his zipper, pressing it back onto him so he feels the teeth unclipping against his boxers. You knew they were gonna be some annoyingly expensive brand too, but the thought of getting him to ruin them for you was intoxicating. He leans his forehead against yours, the desperation rising his face palpable.

With a sharp tug you drop his jeans to his mid-thigh before moving your fingers back to him, running teasingly around his waistband. You didn’t have to look under the shirt to know his boxers were tented, his erection straining against the fabric. You dip a finger just below his waistband, tracing along the lines of his hips. He lets out a choked breath, hips subconsciously bucking into you.

“Y/N…”

“What?” You ask sweetly, moving your fingers to brush along his pubic bone. Your knuckles barely graze the base of his shaft, but he lets out a murmur of swear words as his eyes flicker.

Not one to be overshadowed for long, Jimin lets his hands drop to your hips and immediately flies to your zipper. He presses his crotch into you, and you feel just how hard he is for you. With a flapping mouth you watch him, challenging eyebrow raised.

Everything was a game. One that you were intent on winning.

Plucking at your courage, you slide a hand back down, wrapping your fingers around the base of his cock. His hips stutter in your hand, a gush of air forcing out of his lungs.

He felt good in your hand - really good. Firm skin, warm and pulsing in your hand. You experimentally ran a finger along his underside, tracing the vein all the way to his tip. He lets himself go then, head thrown back, eyes tightly clasped. A low groan rumbles from his throat, his fingers stilling on your zip.

“Feel good?” You whisper, pressing your lips to his.

“Ah, mm…” Is all he can manage as his head falls back.

He’s totally lost in your touch, and you’d barely started. A ripple of excitement darts through you, the sight of having Park Jimin needy and in your hands was too powerful to overlook.

A small giggle falls from your lips, the tiniest of noises. But it’s enough to spur him back to reality with his dark eyes finally refocusing on you.

He takes a breath to center himself before pulling down your jeans slowly. You feel the material slide over your hips and sit above your knees. Your panties quickly follow, thrust down faster than you can blink.

He lets a hand drag back up your thigh, running across to where you want his hand the most. Your touch on him falters as anticipation runs through your body. Ever so slowly he lets a finger stroke across your slit, barely grazing your skin. You wrap your free arm over his shoulder, taking a grip of his soft hair.

He smiles at you, and you let your eyes drag across his face. He drags his bottom lip between his teeth at your scrutiny. You can’t help but admire him: the way his lipgloss is smudged up across his cupid’s bow, the sweat that seemed to be dribbling so aesthetically down his sharp jaw, the blown out pupils of his deep eyes. Your breath catches in your throat as you soak him in - and that’s when he decides to strike.

He slips his fingers between your folds, feeling how wet you are for him, before sliding his fingers up to your clit. He applies only the slightest bit of pressure but it’s enough to have you gasping at his touch. He lets out a soft moan as he feels you, letting his fingers move in the tiniest circles.

You slowly rock your hips on his fingers, knotting your own in his hair. You instinctively flex your hand only to have his hips instinctively thrust his cock into your hand.

Deciding to move things on just a little, you move back just enough to see his cock in your hand. His eyes flutter open at your movements, only to blow wide when he sees a trail of spit drop from your lips onto his tip. You catch it with your thumb and rub it into his tip, rolling it down his length.

A low moan leaves him, his free hand coming up to wipe your bottom lip ever so delicately. You meet his eyes, a fire burning there just for you. He drags you into a kiss, his hand scrunching in your hair.

His hand start to move again, circling you and getting into a slow rhythm on your clit. You moan into his kiss, starting your movements too until both of you were breathless messes.

The kisses became scattered and sloppier as you both let your hands work. The delicate touch of his fingers was enough to blur your vision, and your firm grip that was growing in speed on his length rendered him weak in your hands.

His own hand moves deftly, nimble fingers moving between circling your needy clit to running through your wetness. His jaw slackens each time he feels how wet you are for him, pride drifting somewhere in his lust-blown eyes.

Jimin is slick under your grasp, rock hard as you twist up and down his length. Staggered gasps fall from his lips, getting more and more careless as you drag him higher.

His circling gets a little more pressure, and it’s enough to send your head lulling back, barely able to focus on the task literally in hand. You returned his zeal, putting an extra squeeze on his length. The choke that passes his lips sends pride through your already thrashing veins. His face twitches; his forehead creases, pretty lips part slightly further, eyebrows jolt. You know he’s close, and you have the power in your hands.

But he has you, too. The pressure pulsing from your core builds, your eyes slamming shut as you're barely able to form words. You can feel it rising, teetering on the edge of something good-

-until he jerks his fingers from you. You whimper at the loss of his fingers, orgasms skittering disappointingly away from you. Your eyes open as you snap your bereft gaze to him.

“Fuck, Y/N, too quick-“ he murmurs, grabbing hold of your wrist and gently pulling your hand of his throbbing cock.

“Jimin?”

He’s fully flushed, strands of silken hair stuck to his forehead. His chest rises and falls rapidly with his chest, eyes wild.

“I don’t wanna cum just yet.”

“What if I wanted you to-“

“Don’t argue with me on this,” he laughs, pressing a kiss to your lips. But then his voice drops low, lips pulled into a deadly smirk. “I have to make you cum first.”

You barely have a second to swallow down a gasp before you’re pulled from the wall to crash against his lips.

You hold him against you with the collar of the shirt you were still trapped in, matching his energy as he kisses you desperately. Your hands are held tight against his chest, his cock resting teasingly against your stomach.

His hands let go of you to grab your hips, steering your towards the edge of the balcony.

Once you're spun he pushes you gently, bending you over to lean against the railing. Forgetting that you’re stuck in the same damn shirt, he gets yanked down with you, body flush against your back. He lets out a tiny giggle into the back of your neck and it’s as if your heart could stop from the sound.

The cool of the metal railing presses into your chest, hands bracing it through the shirt. You look to the party happening below, guests hovering out in the garden to escape the heat of the sweaty party. You were pretty well out of sight - as long as nobody looked up.

“There’s quite a few people down there.” Jimin’s lips are by your ear, making the hairs on your neck stand on end.

“Don’t think you can make me loud enough? That’s a shame.” You smirk, unable to stop teasing him.

“You’re gonna regret those words baby.”

The pet name strikes deep within you. It’s perfect coming from Jimin, warmth radiating across your body. And you couldn’t blame that one on the heat.

Jimin presses his body onto your back, thick erection settling just above your cheeks. You feel the heat of his hand smooth from your thigh round to the front of you. He takes a few swipes across your clit to make you jerk beneath him before his fingers drift further back.

He swirls a finger around your waiting hole, agonizingly slow. You gasp at him, pushing your hips back into him. His shaft brushes against your cheeks and you can hear him suck in a desperate breath. Spurred on by his own need, he dips his finger gradually inside.

It’s slow, pushing past his knuckle until his finger sits inside you. You feel your walls pulse around him, desperate for more. His hand stills, taking his time to pepper kisses behind your ear. He nips playfully at your lobe, taking his sweet time with each movement.

You know he’s doing it to make you suffer. And god were you suffering, using every ounce of restraint to not whine for him.

Slowly he turns his finger so it sits better inside of you. The graze of his knuckle causes you to moan, and you feel him smirk into your skin.

“That’s what I was waiting for.”

He slowly begins to pump into you. It’s instantly better than his stationary finger, but still agonizingly slow. You needed him, harder and faster.

“Jimin…” you whine, pushing your rear back into him. He tuts into your ear, stilling his fingers.

“You need to let go, Y/N. I’ve got you.” He punctuates his point by kissing a trail along your shoulder.

You bite your lip, his words hitting a little deeper than just him getting you off. You always had to be in control of yourself around Jimin - you had to win, had to be alert. You couldn’t let your emotions get hold of you.

But it was all out in the open now. He knew how you felt - and he feels the same too. Maybe you can let go, just a little. It didn’t mean you had to start losing arguments any time soon, though.

You nod, turning your head to where he was pressing kisses into your skin. He beams at you, eyes scrunching as he surges up to catch your lips.

His movements cause his thumb to brush across your clit, and you moan wantonly into him. He pulls away to peer over the balcony, the loud noise escaping you both. You follow his gaze, but you’d drawn no attention. Not yet anyway-

He looks back at you and winks, the move cheeky and completely Jimin but he silences by pulling his finger almost completely out of you. Your jaw drops at the sensation, but just as quickly he pushes it back inside you, as far as he can go.

You bite the collar of the shirt to muffle your noise. His skin was still hot against yours, a sheen of sweat building on your forehead as you focused on him.

Mercifully he begins to fuck his finger in you, curling inside you. You inhale sharply through your nose, eyes shut tight as you let yourself go.

He carries on for a few more pups before he lets a second finger coat in your wetness. On the next thrust into you, he gently presses in a second finger, and you feel yourself clamp down at the stretch. Jimin keeps pressing kisses against your skin, but he gets breathless, his own erection pressing tauntingly at your back.

He sits his fingers for just a few seconds, letting you get used to him before he works them back out of you. In and out, in and out. He’s slow again, teasing you to the point of madness. You groan in frustration, but it was just what he was waiting for.

He thrusts his fingers deep into you, fucking you fast. Your hips roll to meet his pumps, the drag of him inside you delicious.

He brings up two fingers to your lips, and instinctively you take them into your mouth, swirling your tongue around the digits. You make sure to meet his eye as you run your tip up the crack between his fingers, eliciting a groan from him and a buck of his hips against you.

He pulls them from your mouth and moves them between your legs. His fingers find your clit, and to match the rhythm that he was fingering into you, he begins to circle your needy bud.

It pushes you over the edge, almost literally. You cling onto the balcony as you’re thrust into it, Jimin sucking marks into your neck. You groan, the contact all over your body making you weak. The wet noises that surround you are pure sin, making you bite down on your lip. Jimin groans into your skin, teeth sinking softly into your shoulder as his fingers work fast.

“Fuck!” You yelp as his fingers brush your soft spot inside.

You slap a hand over your mouth as you stare down into the garden below, fear icy in your veins as you hope you’re not spotted.

Jimin doesn’t stop though. He hides his head in your neck, thrusting his fingers faster now that he knows your weak spot.

A few people below scan around them for the source of the swearing, but thankfully none of them think to look up. You bite your lip, eyes closing as you let yourself fall back into Jimin.

“That was a close one, huh?” He whispers, a lilt of a giggle in his voice.

“Shut up.” You murmur, voice cracking as he circles your clit so well you almost see stars.

“That’s no way to talk to the man who’s got two fingers deep in your-“

“Fuck, Jimin please!” You gasp, his next words dancing at the front of your mind.

The circles on your clit get defter, pressure hitting you just right as your hips start to roll uncontrollably. You grip tightly at the railing, unable to stop the flow of moans that echo from you. Being spotted from below is less important as you can feel your orgasm rising, your legs feeling weak underneath you.

Your skin prickles from the heat generating between your bodies, Jimin’s hot breath rolling across your neck as you flush harder.

“I’m gonna...” you whimper, your words lost to pleasure.

“Cum baby, all over my fingers.” His whisper sends shivers through you, a welcome change to the heat that dribbles down your temples.

He curls his fingers on every thrust to bring you closer to the precipice. You push back against him furiously, riding his fingers and your knuckles turn white on the railings. You feel it coil in your stomach, and you know you’re so close.

“Let go Y/N.” He whispers, breath ragged from exertion, but still peppering your marked skin with tiny kisses. You screw your eyes shut as you embody his words, letting yourself give in to the feeling.

“Jimin!”

Your orgasm crashes around you, a litany of swear words moan from your lips. Your walls clench down on Jimin’s fingers, twitching under his fingertips. You slam your hand over your mouth as your moans subside, wide eyes scanning the crowd below.

Heads turn in your direction, and before you can begin to scramble Jimin pulls you back from the balcony to stand flush against him. Your heart pounds in your chest, but the thrill that runs through your veins is undeniable.

He finally pulls his fingers out of you, the gush of wetness and noise make your face heat up. He wraps that arm across your chest and holds you against him, a wide grin wrinkling his eyes. You kiss him, soft and delicate, plump lips locking with yours.

Once you pull back he grins again, before moving the fingers that were in you towards his lips. your mouth parts as you watch him slip the digits inside, taking his time to suck off the taste of you. A light whimper leaves you as you watch him finally slide them out from between your lips with a pop, devilish glint in his eye.

Witha shiver you turn in his grip, pushing him firmly back against the wall.

He hisses lightly as his back hits it, and hisses louder as you're bungied in the shirt against him. He lets out a laugh and you do the same as you right yourself. But you can't keep yourself away from him as your lips are on his again. You flick your tongue at his, the taste of you on him.

“Wanna be inside you...” he whispers between kisses, his hot fingers idling their way up and down your sides. You groan at his words, nodding dreamily at him.

“God, yes please.” you sigh, feeling his lips trace kisses along your jaw.

“Well, since you asked so nicely.” He smiles against your skin, grabbing you by the hips and spinning you both.

He pushes you back against the wall, the bite of the wood pressing into your skin.

“I’ve never heard you so passive.” He laughs, thumb and finger coming up to gently grip your chin. You grin at him, a flutter in your stomach.

“Don’t get used to it Park Jimin.”

He tips his head back to laugh, a pinky flush hot on his cheeks. All you can do is watch in awe, soak him in as he glows in the moonlight. But then he looks back down at you with the stars in his eyes and you realise that, yes - this is what you had wanted all along.

You bring his lips crashing back down to yours, letting your fingers knot in his dark hair and you touch him, drink him in. The silken strands flit through your fingers, and you idly think to yourself about him running his own hands through it. You can see why he does it now.

His thumb strokes across your chin, gently pulling your face from his. You open your eyes to look at him, the flush on his face even brighter.

“Ready?”

“Give it your best shot.” you smile, peppering his jaw with kisses.

You’re stopped in your tracks when he hoists one of your legs over his hip, a teasing eyebrow raised at you. Not to be bested, you hook your leg over his ass and pull him against you. You feel his erection sit against your stomach, hard and leaking onto your skin.

He takes hold of himself and strokes across your wet slit, coating himself. A withered sigh escapes your lips as you watch his frown deepen. His face contorts as he concentrates, teasing himself just as much as he was you. You lean forward to let a trail of spit fall from your lips and drip down onto him, coating his cock even more. You don’t know what possessed you to do it again, but the way he stuttered in a gasp made it well worth it.

Then with an agonisingly slow pace, he begins to press himself just inside you. Your mind clears, all that you can see and feel is Jimin. You had waited long enough.

A wimpery sigh strangles from you, Jimin pressing against your walls until he is fully seated in you. He was so warm, stretching you in all the right places, as close to you as he could physically be.

You give him an encouraging squeeze with your leg. He takes the hint and slowly starts to pull out of you, hair flopping in front of his eyes as he looks down to watch himself pull out of you. The drag of him is good, too good, as you let a warble of noises fall out of your mouth. He doesn't seem to mind though, his focus transfixed elsewhere.

"Jimin..." you whisper, fingers digging into his skin as he slowly begins to reach a rhythm.

His tongue darts out to wet his lips, any mischievous glint in him gone. He was a man on a mission now, aiming to make you feel as good as possible. You could feel that in every stroke, the way he let you feel the length of him drag almost fully out before he pushes back inside you.

You start to roll your hips back at him, determined to not let him have all the fun. The tentative thrust of your hips had his head snap up to you, a fresh sheen of sweat glowing on his skin. You try to play it off coolly - another attempt to throw him off his game - but he squeezes your ass cheeks and holds himself deep in you, and your resolve melts away.

"Don't start something you can't finish." He smirks, and despite the need to fight him bubbling in you, you tip your head back and laugh.

"I guess that applies to both of us." You smile, pressing forward to kiss his lips softly. "Now fuck me Park Jimin, or we're really gonna have a fight on our hands."

He laughs against your lips, a gentle bubble that rises from his chest. But he takes on your words, pressing you hardest against the wall and hiking your leg higher.

He only goes slow for a few thrusts, getting a feel for you before he decides to ramp it up further. 'Typical Jimin' seems to float through your head, but you just grip him tighter, moving to meet his thrusts. You wanted to savour how full he made you feel for as long as possible.

His speed picks up, a hand moving to the underside of your raised legs and digs in deep. You let your own hands slide to his hair, keeping hold of the soft locks as he starts to hit harder inside you.

The sound of your skin making contact seems to echo loudly, and you barely spare a thought to people below working out what the noise was. You didn't care if they heard any more.

It was so hot inside the shirt together, and you could feel beads of sweat rolling down your chin and down your neck. This definitely wasn't helping the heat problem at all, but there was nothing on earth that would make you stop. The edges of Jimin's hair were getting damper, and with every tug of his hair he let his head fall back into your touch. His throat was bared to you, salty beads dribbling down his hot skin.

You murmur a series of curses as you watched him, the thrum of him being underneath you almost unbelievable.

But then he pulls out a power move.

With fast thrusts he rolls his hips, his cock dragging almost perfectly across your soft spot inside, and all your senses seem to leave you. He repeatedly manages to hit your spot and you are sure he is planning to end you, it was the only way to explain it. Death by good dick, you could see it now.

"Fuck fuck fuck." you repeat like a mantra, The wet slaps that echoes just adding to the sensation.

"Wanna turn you." He mutters breathlessly, and a part of you is glad he's also feeling so affected.

You can't seem to vocalise an answer so you nod emphatically, unhitching your leg from its vice-like grip around him. He pulls out of you and you almost complain, but then his hands are on your hips.

He spins you and presses you against the wall, lifting your leg up and lining himself back inside you again. You're practically dripping for him, so it doesn't take much for him to push back inside. You push your ass back into his thrusts making his movements stutter, and with a playful squeeze he whines behind you.

A small smirk picks up on your lips as you roll your hips back at him, starting him out of his stupor and back to where you need him.

He pounds his hips into you and you have to steady yourself against the wall. The shirt bunches awkwardly, caught in your grip as the rough wood of the wall digs into your skin. Jimin presses his front against your back, the hotness of his skin pricking against your own.

An arm slides around your waist, guiding you, holding you steady as he ferociously fucks into you. His other arm settles across your chest, his fingers clenching across your collarbone. His mouth is by your ear, ragged breaths blowing across the taut collar of the shirt and hitting the warmth of your body.

“Y/N.” Jimin groans, the lilt in his voice uneven as his hips crash into yours.

Your entire body was tingling, the pleasure from your core and the bite of the wall against your bare skin a fight for your senses. You could feel perspiration form on your forehead making your hair stick to you awkwardly but it didn't matter.

Jimin filled you in every way. The hot touch from his fingertips on your waist and across your chest, the heat of his stomach at the base of your back, the soft moans that he sings by your ears.

"That's it, baby." He groans, his fingers curling onto your skin.

The hand that he has sat on your waist slinks across your stomach to reach between your legs, letting his fingers circle your throbbing clit. The pressure makes your eyes slam shut, letting your head fall back onto Jimin's shoulder behind you.

A small single laugh falls from his lips, but your inevitable clench off your walls around him cuts it short. He thrusts a little harder, rocking you against the wall. You have to brace yourself as he fills you repeatedly, his athletic hips working overtime.

The hand that has been pressed to your chest finds its way to your throat, holding just below your jaw. You let out a moan as you cover his hand with yours, pressing his fingers into your throat.

"Shit..." He gasps, his hips stuttering.

"I bet you've been wanting to strangle me for ages." You rush, voice cracking as he circles your clit a little harder.

"Only when I've thought about fucking you."

The moan that leaves you is barely human. In fact, you were barely human any more. you were turning to putty on his cock and under his fingers. It wasn't going to be long until you reached your peak.

His fingers press into your throat under your guidance, the delicious bite making your vision slowly pool. You gasp, shivers tingling down your body. He lets up his grip a little to let your blood flow one more, your body practically vibrating from stimulation.

"Close, Jimin..." you whine, rocking your ass back into him.

"Let loose for me, Y/N." He whispers, pressing his lips to the shell of your ear.

He lets out one last surge of energy, fucking into you and rubbing your clit with a renewed vigour. you throw yourself back at him without care, chasing the high he was leading to you.

With a few more pumps and circles on your clit, you come undone.

Your body pulses on him, clenching down hard as your orgasm crashes through you. Your fingernails dig into his hand and the wall, a strangled cry of his name bursting from you. You cum hard on him, helping him finally reach his peak too - you could tell by the way his hips stuttered, the way he throbbed inside you.

"Cum, Jimin." you whimper, rocking your throbbing core on him.

He doesn't hold back, pumping a few stuttery thrusts into you as he cums. He fills you, gasping against your ear as your walls milk him dry. He thrusts until he can’t anymore, slowing his hips as the fullness inside of you trickles out past his length.

Both of your movements slowly lull to a stop. Jimin holds your body close against him, ragged breath hot against your ear. Your skin is prickled from the heat but you nestle into him anyway.

He finally pulls his softening length from inside you, a small dribble of your combined juices trickle down causing shivers to cover your body.

Turning your head you smile at him, slightly out of breath and dewy. The sight of him is godly: Messy hair sticking to his damp forehead, a pretty red blush spreading across his cheeks, plushy lips parted and sucking in breaths. He smirks back, a lazy grin growing. He moves closer and kisses you, gentle brushes of his lips against yours.

His hand that sat on your throat moved to stroke your cheek, and you let your hands thread in his hair as your kiss trails off into small pecks.

The air is different around you. It’s still hot, swirling close and untempered. But there’s something else too - a coolness, an understanding. A person behind the battle lines. Someone you could lean on, and someone who could keep up with you in an argument.

You pull back from him and look at him, his eyes slightly starry and his lips swollen from all they had been doing. With a soft smile you rub your thumb across his cupid’s bow, wiping off the last of his lipgloss.

“We should probably go downstairs, right? We don’t want Namjoon sticking that long neck of his out here.” Jimin whispers, his eyes finally focusing on you.

You nod, but not before pressing one last soft kiss to his lips. Now you’ve started, there was nothing in the world that could stop you from peppering him.

“Yeah.” You sigh, voice cracking slightly.

But neither of you move, both unwilling to be the first to break apart.

“I don’t want to leave here either.” He smirks, but it’s softer. Not the smirk he throws out to purposely disarm you, though it still has that effect on you.

“Where do we go from here though?”

“I guess we’ll have to work that out. Maybe we can discuss it if you let me take you out tomorrow?” He asks, eyes darting over your face for an answer.

Excitement crackles through you, electricity rippling through your head to the end of your fingertips. A smile rises on your face, and you can see the relief flow through Jimin.

“I’d love to.”

“Perfect. Now, let’s go and rub in the guy’s faces how well we’re getting on.” He laughs, his eyes crinkling.

He kisses you one last time, hard and fast, satiated for now. With that you finally separate, Pulling your clothes back on before facing each other again.

The shirt felt big now. Too big.

You couldn’t get close enough to him. You both head for the door when you feel Jimin’s fingers interlock with yours. Your entire body flushes as you open the door to the bedroom, the wall of heat from the house hitting you both.

You’re both undeterred though, determined to find your friends. You pull him down the stairs, not caring at who stares at you both in the sickly shirt. The house felt hotter, a visible mist descending over the sea of people.

You find them where they last left you, congregating around the couch. When you stop in front of them with Jimin in tow, they all take it upon themselves to scrutinise you. It was quiet for a long while, and you could feel your resolve buckling. You didn’t want them to see through you, see what happened. But you wanted them to know that things would be okay. For all of you.

You can only imagine how you looked. Out of breath and flustered, both of your hair messy and fully damp. They couldn’t see your hands knotted together inside the shirt, but they didn’t need to. The demeanor change between you both must have been glaringly obvious.

“How’s it going?” Namjoon asks, glaring between you.

“Good, we, uh. We’re getting on. Yeah.” you smile awkwardly, completely lost on why you were being so suspicious. You had more guts than that!

“That was smooth.” Jimin grins. He was worlds away from you, utterly content and calm.

“Oh my god, shut up.” You roll your eyes, but give his hands an extra squeeze under the shirt.

“Where have you guys been? I haven’t seen you all night.” Jungkook asks with wide innocent eyes, and for a moment you feel like if he knew what had just been happening he would have been tainted.

“Oh, just… exploring.” Jimin smirks, and you fight the urge to pinch him. Who knew this would go to his head?

Well, you knew. You shouldn’t be surprised at all.

“About time.” Jin sighs, eyes still glued to his phone. The others laugh and throw in their agreements.

“What?” you and Jimin both yell, eyes scanning your ‘friends’ suspiciously.

“We knew you both liked each other. It got a bit weird towards the end there but we knew you’d work it out - or Namjoon would.” Hoseok shrugs, but his face is bright as he grins at you both.

“The shirt was a bit of a, well… drastic option.” Namjoon's smile was crooked, but his eyes were bright as he grinned at you.

“Oh… I don’t know what to say.” You murmur, heat creeping across your face again.

Jimin, however, throws his head back and laughs, slapping a hand on his chest for good measure. You stare up at him in shock, but you can’t help the smile that grows on your face. He was infectious. And your friends understood. You feel a tightness unfurl in your stomach.

“Well, it worked out. It worked out really well. I mean just so so good-”

“Jimin, shut up!” You gasp, eyes wide as he winks at Namjoon.

Well, it’s good to know that the fire is still there between you. He was still impossibly infuriating and unendingly Jimin - but it was all for you. And it was only the start.

“Sorry baby.” He whispers as he lets go of your hand to wrap his arm around your waist pulling you into his side. You flush at the move in front of the others, but easily melt into his side. You had been waiting for this, after all.

“I’m glad.” smiles Namjoon, warm eyes flicking over you both in the stained and rumpled ugly item of clothing. “Maybe we should burn the shirt, though. Just for hygienic reasons.”

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