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residentanchor · 6 years ago

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Probable Theorem Ch. 5

<<Chapter 4 Chapter 5

Summary: Patton wants to take Auntie Em up on her offer to visit, but he gets a bit nervous...

Word Count: 4184 Note: The lovely @robinsdraw made an animatic of the prologue to Practicality! If you haven’t seen it, HERE IT IS! They are also LOOKING FOR VOICES for the next part!! At least go check it out!

Virgil paced around his room and checked his pockets to make sure he wasn’t forgetting anything. He reached over and picked up a plain black backpack off of the floor and slung it over his shoulder. With one last check, he turned and opened his bedroom door before freezing.

“Virgil!” Patton stopped and smiled, though it seemed a bit forced. “Oh, are you headed out somewhere?”

Virgil nodded and closed his bedroom door behind him. “I have work. You okay, Pat? Need to talk?”

“Oh, no! Don’t want to hold you up! Can’t be late for work!” Patton still seemed a bit tense as he backed away. “It wasn’t important, don’t worry!”

Virgil took a step forward and reached out, grabbing Patton’s arm lightly as he tried to retreat further. “Pat, what’s bothering you?” Patton never dropped his smile as he shook his head. “You’re my best friend, I have all the time in the world for you, okay?” Patton’s smile finally started to fall as Virgil spoke softly. “I can get to work on time just fine, tell me what’s wrong?”

“It really isn’t a big deal.” Patton shrugged. Virgil let go of his arm and motioned toward the couch. With a nod, they headed over and Patton fell into the cushions as he let out a sigh. “I wanted to go meet up with Logan’s aunt that runs that bakery. She invited me today and I was super excited but I just kind of got nervous. What if she doesn’t like me or what if I upset her? What if it doesn’t go well?”

“Patton.” Virgil held up a hand and cut the other off. “I’m an expert at playing the ‘what if’ game, but I have complete faith that you’ll be fine. Everyone loves you, you’re such a nice person and if she doesn’t then you’ll just have to show her.” Patton bit his lip but nodded, shoulders still tense. “Want me to go with you?”

Patton shot his head up and waved his hands around. “No, no! You have work!”

Virgil raised a brow and smiled over at his best friend. “Look, I don’t have to miss work. I may not be as good as you are at being in multiple places at once but that doesn’t mean I can’t do it at all.” Virgil stood up from the couch and gripped onto one of the straps to his backpack. “Wait a few minutes for me to text you then tell me exactly where you’re standing in the apartment, okay?” Virgil gave a small salute before heading to the front door. “Just trust me on this.”

The door clicked closed and Patton remained confused as he sat on the couch. He dug out his phone from his pocket and began to fidget with it as he stared at the front door. Around maybe ten minutes later, he jumped as his phone went off, pulling him from his thoughts.

Tapping away to unlock it, a text from Virgil with a single black heart emoji staring back at him. Patton stood up and began pacing before he stopped in the middle of the living room.

“I… am… standing… in the… living room…” Patton spoke as he typed. He sent the text before looking up from his phone. “He said to describe, is that enough?” Patton typed away once more to describe what he was seeing, sending a single sentence at a time. A hand shot out and covered his phone as Patton let out a squeak of surprise. He glanced up and saw Virgil standing there, hair a bigger mess than minutes before and looking more worn out. “V-virge!”

“That was more than enough, Pat.” Virgil let go of the phone and headed for his room, his backpack stuffed more than when he had left. “Let me drop this off and we can go.”

Patton smiled and sent Virgil a quick apology along with a heart before putting his phone away. “How was work? That’s where you just came from, right? You just traveled back to this time, am I right?”

Virgil put the backpack down onto his bed and walked out. “Yeah, work was fine. It’s been tough since the move.”

“Aww, well we’re all settled in here so hopefully it’ll get better soon!” Virgil smiled and shook his head. “Are you sure you’re up to going? You look tired.”

“You’re not backing out of this. Besides, you owe me one thing from this bakery.” Virgil headed to the front door like Patton had just watched him do and smiled.

“How did I get such a great best friend?”

Virgil snorted out a short laugh before turning and holding the door open. “Just lucky, I guess.”

Virgil followed and listened as Patton rambled on nervously about a million different topics, jumping from one to another with no warning. They boarded the city bus easily as Patton double and triple checked the right path that he had taken with Logan before.

It wasn’t until after they gotten off the bus that Virgil stopped walking and was standing on the sidewalk that Patton froze.

“Is something wrong, Virge?”

Virgil smirked and jabbed a thumb to the building next to him that Patton had walked by. “Isn’t this the place?”

Patton looked back to the large glass windows that showed the inside of the bakery that was bustling with life. “Oh. Yeah, it is! Sorry!”

Virgil smirked over at Patton before heading toward the door and holding it open for the two of them. A wind rushed passed as the door opened and they were hit with a sweet smell of sugar and pastries. Patton walked through as Virgil glanced around and took in everything for the first time. Patton stuck by Virgil as they slowly made their way up to the counter where an older man with balding gray hair stood, talking with a customer. Virgil nudged Patton forward and kept a hand on his back as they made their way to the counter. Patton straightened out his shirt and fussed with his hair before Virgil grabbed a hold of his wrist. “Pat, you’re fine. Just relax, I’m right here.”

The customer in front of them moved and Virgil walked up to the counter, keeping his hand on Patton’s back for comfort.

“Well, hello there!” The man grinned at the two. “A pair of new faces! What can I get you, lads?”

“I, well, was wondering if, um,” Patton looked over at Virgil who simply nodded at him to continue. “Is Auntie Em here?”

The man frowned and sighed before turning toward the back door. “Emilia!” He walked over and opened it up, shouting into the back room. “Emilia, my heart! Why are two young men here to talk to you?” An older woman with short curly hair appeared, wiping her hands on her apron. “You trying to make me jealous again, dear? Is this because I wouldn’t let you buy that new mixer?”

“Oh hush now, Murph. I don’t know what you’re talking about, you’re the sweetest thing in this bakery.” She leaned forward and gave a quick peck to the man before turning and walking over to the counter. “Now, are you two young boys looking for me?”

“Yes, ma’am,” Virgil spoke up. “Patton here wanted to come and meet you.”

“Patton?” The woman gasped and smiled as she leaned over the counter. “Oh, goodness! You’re Patton, hmm?”

Before either could answer, Auntie Em was making her way around the counter and wrapping both of them in her arms. “Oh what an absolute pleasure! My little Logan has told me all about you!” he pulled back and smiled at them. “So, who would you be, dear?”

Virgil shook off the sudden surprise contact and smiled up at the woman. “I’m Virgil. I’m their roommate.”

“He’s my best friend!” Patton chimed in and hooked their arms together. “I told him I’d buy him something if he came with!”

“Oh dear, you aren’t buying a single thing! Pick something out, on me. Let me finish up in the back and we can sit and talk.” She turned back to the counter and smiled at the man. “Murphey, these are Logan’s friends! Let them pick anything out while I straighten up in the back, okay love?”

“Of course, dear.” The older man, Murphey, smiled at the two boys. “I’ve been saying ‘yes, dear’ for thirty years, you know why?”

“Because you love her?” Patton suggested while Virgil rolled his eyes.

“I was told to smile and agree with everything Em said, but that woman has a fire in her that needs taming. Good thing I was a fireman back in my day.” The man chuckled as he made his way back to the counter. “You heard the woman, pick anything out.”

Patton leaned down to look inside the glass cases. “If it’s anything like that tart, it’ll be delicious!”

“Logan’s weakness, we were always able to get that boy to work with Em’s special raspberry tart.” Murphey chuckled to himself. “My nephew’s quite the hard worker once he started taking things seriously.”

“Ohh, that chocolate cake looks so good!” Patton pointed to the case. “It’s calling to me, I can hear it!” Patton looked up at Virgil who kept his distance as he looked. “What about you? See anything you like?”

Virgil glanced away and shifted the weight on his feet. “I mean, I don’t want to impose, I’m willing to pay.”

“Nonsense, boy!” Murphey leaned over the counter and looked over at Virgil. “We offer because we want to and we can! A single slice of cake isn’t going to break the bank and ruin us. Take the offer, I insist.”

Virgil smirked a bit and shrugged. “The cheesecake looks good.”

“Just tell me which one and I’ll get you both set.”

Patton and Virgil were sent to a table to the side away from a lot of the customers with their desserts while they waited for Logan’s aunt to come out and pay a visit. When the back doors opened, they hadn’t expected her to walk out with a big binder in her hands as she made her way over to their table.

“I hope you boys didn’t wait too long for me!” She placed the binder down and took a seat herself. “I just had to go grab this real quick! Loganberry would never let me show you if he were here!”

Virgil and Patton leaned in closer as she opened it up revealing a plethora of old photos. She flipped through and jumped to about halfway and stopped, showing photos of strangers as she picked the page she wanted. “Are you sure it’s okay to be showing us this? I don’t want Logan to be mad.” Patton leaned back, poking at the crumbs on his plate with a fork.

Auntie Em chuckled and finally stopped on a page. “He’d just be embarrassed, I think he’d appreciate me doing this while he wasn’t here.” She flipped the book around for them to see. “Look! His first day working here at the bakery! He looked so upset once he realized it wasn’t a… a piece of cake!”

Virgil laughed and covered his mouth, surprised at the sudden joke while Patton giggled and glanced down at the book. “Which one is…” Furrowing his brow, Patton pointed to a photo. “Wait, that’s Logan?!”

“Holy shi--spit!” Virgil caught himself before letting it slip, looking at Em quickly before looking back at the photo.

“But, Logan’s all… Prim and proper!” Patton glanced at each photo, showing an angry teenage Logan covered in flour in most, glaring down at whatever he was working on. “Not… this!”

“He had an emo punk phase!” Virgil leaned back and started to laugh. “He even wore eyeliner!”

The photos showed Logan alright, but his hair was longer and shaved underneath. The shirt you could see peeking out was a ripped and torn band tee that you couldn’t make out as it contrasted with the happy blue apron tied over it. He did have eyeliner on underneath his eyes smudged out, but not quite to the point Virgil preferred. He screamed ‘scene emo punk’ as he glared down at a bowl he had been working on.

Auntie Em flipped the pages, showing the irritated look on Logan’s face slowly disappear and a smile replace it with each photo. Eventually, the shirt was replaced and he started wearing a tie in some of the photos. Each was either him working or with his aunt and uncle.

“That boy was a complete mess when he came to live with us but I’m so proud of him now, looking at how far he has come.” Em smiled and closed the book as she looked up at the two. “He’s much happier now that he’s found you all. I was rather skeptical when he said he found someone just like him in that cafe but I suppose it worked for the best.”

“Oh, right!” Patton turned and looked at Virgil. “He said he was at a cafe when he found one of us on accident.”

“He never could completely kick his habit of imposing in on people.” She tapped her head with her finger lightly, indicating what she truly meant. “He swore to me once the apartment was set he would never do it again.”

Virgil leaned forward a bit as he whispered. “He found you in that cafe, right Patton?”

Patton looked on clueless before gasping in shock. “Oh gosh, you’re right! I think I know that place, I went there all the time for lunch before I moved!”

Auntie Em chuckled as she watched the two boys prattle on in excitement. “Well, I would love to hear how my Lo-Lo has been doing since he moved out.”

“Lo-Lo,” Patton whispered to himself before giggling. “Oh gosh, that is so cute!”

“He’s your Lo-Lo now, sugar. I just want to hear what you have been up to this past year!” Virgil and Patton shared a quick worried glance before the woman sighed. “Fine, I’ll let you skip out on the good stuff this time, but please tell me this.” She turned to Virgil and smiled. “You get together with that Roman boy yet? Logan stopped talking about you two and how you needed to just get together already after he and Patton here finally came to their senses!”

Virgil groaned as he pulled up the hood of his sweater, pulling it down over his face and sinking into his chair. “Logan you backstabber!” He muttered as he stopped sliding down. “I’ll get you back for this…”

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Patton was practically dancing in the streets as they made their way back to the apartment. Virgil could only smile as Patton twirled around and sang. “Oh, Virgil, that went so well! And to think I was worried!”

Virgil huffed out a quick laugh before responding. “I told you it would be fine! You were worrying over nothing.”

“Nuh uh!” Patton stopped and smiled at Virgil. “...okay so maybe I was! It worked out okay! Oh gosh, I should call my mom and tell her!” He reached into his pocket and pulled out his cell phone. “Maybe Logan and I can go over there and he can meet my parents!” Patton froze and looked down at his phone, his smile finally falling. “Hey, Virge.” Patton waited a moment before making sure Virgil was listening. “Do you think I’m rushing this a bit? We only just started dating.”

“I can’t answer that for you.” Virgil continued past Patton down the street. “Not my relationship, you’re gonna have to talk to Logan about how he feels.” He looked over at Patton as the other raced to catch up with him. “Honestly, he’s been pining after you for months so I think he’ll be fine for right now as long as you two find a pace to go at.”

“Yeah, but he wasn’t bad as you and Roman were, ignoring each other's feelings completely.” Patton shoved Virgil playfully with his shoulder. “I just didn’t think Logan would be the one to like me! Honestly, if I was going to end up liking anyone in the apartment, he was my last guess!”

Virgil raised an eyebrow at that. “Oh? So what, you already had an idea of who your roommate love interest was going to be?”

“I thought it would be Roman honestly.” Virgil stuttered confused as he gaped at Patton. “Yeah, I know! We just clicked when we moved in but the feelings were never there. Then he got a crush on you and that went out the window.”

“You are still a mystery to me, Pat. I don’t think I’ll ever figure you out.” Patton smiled and shrugged as they made their way into their apartment. “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I think I’ll travel back to when I left to even out the timestream more and go to bed. Work is gonna be killer in the morning.” Virgil yawned and walked into his room. “I should have never taken that promotion.”

Patton waved and stopped once his door clicked shut. “Wait, what promotion?” He walked over to the door and knocked. “Virgil?” He waited a moment before opening it, finding it completely empty. With a huff, Patton shut the door and headed for his room.

Once inside, he pulled out his phone once more before quickly dialing it and holding it up to his ear. It rang a few times before someone picked up.

“Hello?”

“Hey, mom.” Patton bit his lip as he smiled nervously. “It’s just me!”

“Oh, Patton sweetie!” He heard shuffling from the other side as his mother moved around. She could never sit still while on the phone. “How are you? You better have finished unpacking! Don’t make me come over there!”

Patton laughed and relaxed a bit as she spoke. “No, we’re all done! I made sure of that. I just wanted to call and talk to you a bit! It’s been a while.”

“Oh, just making sure you check in on your mom? You’re such a good boy. How’s that boyfriend of yours?”

“We’re fine, mom. He took me on a date and made it official, just like you told him.”

“Well, at least you’re dating a smart boy who knows what’s good for him. He ever treats you wrong you tell me, okay?”

Patton paced back and forth through his room. “That’s fine, mom. I think I can handle one boy, it wouldn’t be the first time.”

“I know you can, but I’m your mother, I’m meant to worry.” The line went quiet for a bit and Patton felt the anxious ball in his chest start to grow. “You know, I was thinking about you two, actually.”

“No.” Patton bit out, a bit more harsh than he was planning. He took a moment to take a deep breath and calm himself. “No, you’re not doing this to me. I know exactly what you’re going to say. You’re going to mention my powers being a problem for the future.”

“I just worry! He doesn’t know and he will have to find out eventually! How do we know he won’t tell? What if it doesn’t work out and they take you away from me?”

“Mom!” Patton stomped his foot as he stopped his pacing. “He won’t tell, he never will no matter what happens. You can’t keep doing this to me! First, you ask me to pretend I don’t have powers then you turn around and accuse me of lying if I keep them secret!”

“I do it because I love you! What if he-”

“He already knows! He’s not going to tell!” The line went silent and Patton sighed deeply, turning and sitting on his bed. “He knows, he has for a while. He won’t tell, I promise.”

“You’ve been doing it again.” He could hear the fire in his mother’s voice as she accused him, making him flinch in response. “You’ve been making those copies again!”

Patton chose not to answer as he sat on his bed, afraid of what he might say if he opened his mouth again. The line remained quiet and he heard his mother sigh on the other end. “Mom, listen to me for once. It’s who I am, okay? I can multiply myself. Just like that hero running around town that can shoot electricity! He’s fine and he’s out in the open! I can handle one or two people knowing, okay?”

When his mother didn’t immediately answer, he knew it was another battle lost with her. Years of trying to convince her he was normal, his normal was just different than everyone else was a waste of time. She might never understand and accept that part of him and he was still willing to try.

“We will talk about this another day.” He shook his head, knowing his mother would do everything in her power to avoid that conversation for as long as she lived. “Goodbye Patton. Love you.”

“Goodbye.” He ended the call as quickly as he could and tossed the phone onto his bed. He sat there a while before falling back, stretching his arms out to the side as he fell. He stared at his ceiling and thought about how his day went. It was so up and down with good and bad emotions, his heart racing for different reasons, and it left him exhausted. The day wasn’t over yet and he was determined to end it on a high note.

With a sudden rush of determination, Patton pushed himself off of his bed and into the kitchen. He always cooked and cleaned to distract his thoughts from spiraling and that’s exactly what he planned to do until he could talk to Logan. Maybe not that night, but soon, he promised himself. He was determined to make this relationship work.

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Margaret loved her son with all her heart. She was open and accepting of him when she realized he liked more than just girls, even if she didn’t quite understand what he was trying to tell her about pansexuality. She didn’t need to know as long as she loved and accepted him.

What she didn’t get was his need to use these abilities he had. If he just kept them hidden and forgot they existed, he could live in peace without worry. He didn’t even seem worried he had them at all! If people knew what he could do, she was so worried about what could happen to him. She wasn’t going to let her son become another missing person. He wasn’t going to just be a number added to some random statistic. She was going to protect him, even if that’s not how he saw it. Sure, if Logan had worked out and kept quiet then she had no issue of him knowing their shared secret but how could she know he would? He seemed like a nice enough boy but mama bear was out and she was going to protect her bear cub.

If there was one thing having a child like Patton taught her it was to keep an eye out for certain things. Once this Princey came out as a hero of the streets, everyone took a liking to him. Well, not everyone, but most people did. He went through a million different names before his official fan club dropped the name ‘Prince Charging’-which let's be honest was never going to stick- to simply Princey. They said they got the name from a ‘source close to the hero’ and stuck with it, though revealed nothing further.

It didn’t take much for Maggie to find out where and when these meetings were and even attended a few. It was a surprise to hear a group of people praise this random man with weird powers but she knew, they had to be the minority. People didn’t simply accept these strange powers or she wouldn’t need to protect her son.

That’s how she found them, honestly. A group of people she could relate to. They showed up to the fanclub meeting and told them all what she always knew to be true.

Which is why she had to protect her son. Because not everyone would understand. That’s why she listened to these people at these meetings. That’s why she spends her Wednesday nights hanging on the edge of her seat along with a dozen others. That’s why, as they spoke, her hands shook with fear for her only child.

“He is not a hero, he is a vigilante.” The leader spoke as he paced back and forth in the front of the room. “He is a danger to all of us. He believes to be above the law simply because he has a power over all of us, but we aren’t going to let that happen!”

That’s why she was going to do everything in her power to protect Patton from people finding out the truth.

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my-mystic-messenger · 8 years ago

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(Pst watch dead girl walking from heathers if u arent busy cuz its related to my request)so mc broke in their room from the window and she woke them and said thry aint gonna sleep tonight and she'll break them (rfa+v)

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Anyway,I had to change the prompt ever so slightly, making it more angry sexlike in the musical instead of directly translating it with the wholewindow climbing thing. To make up for it I hid almost the entire DeadGirl Walking lyrics within this prompt. One of the reasons it took meso long to write. It also got rather long…again. I have toapologize though, because you requested V, but I just couldn’timagine him in such a situation. Instead I wrote Saeran and used thisas an addition to the troublemaker prompt I posted a while ago. Sohere is || PART 2||and a link to || PART 1 ||.I really hope you enjoy.Writing smut was hard this time.

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♬Zen♬

He’d called you about amillion times and you had yet to grace him with a reply. Not ananswer, not a call, not even a quick text message to let him knowthat you were still alive. Zen was possessive and overprotective tobegin with, but since the accident a couple of months ago where he’ddramatically found out that you were running a huge drug cartel hisworries for your safety had gotten even worse. Rightly so, he likedto remind you, as it hadn’t been the last time you’d found yourselfshot or otherwise harmed. Not to mention that you alwaysrefused to go to the hospital – “Zen, honey, think about it.How the fuck am I supposed to explain why my body contains twobullets without admitting to smuggling drugs?” - which meantthe only patch-up you ever got was from yours truly and Zen was a lotof things, but not a goddamn doctor. The wounds took longer to healthan he was used to and the scars never fully faded. As an actor,who’s job depended on body, he wished you would take better care ofyours.

Then again, it wasn’t likeyou having those kind of scars made you aesthetically unpleasing tohim. He couldn’t have cared less, if that is the only thing wrongwith out. What really bugged him was that you seemed to be growingincreasingly more reckless, scars multiplying rather quickly. Hecouldn’t keep up with it. Eventually he’d given up on receiving areply, hoping and praying that you were alright and come morning he’dfind you asleep by his side. He’d fallen asleep eventually, thoughreluctantly and fitful.

♬

“Zen, wake up”, youwhispered into his ear. You let your lips brush over the sensitiveskin behind it, watching with pleasure as the little hairs on hisnape began standing up. You chuckled lowly, pleased to see theimmediate response his body gave to you. You wrapped your arms aroundhim from behind, trailing them down his chiseled chest to the V ofhis hips and eventually dipped below the rubber band of his boxerbriefs. You smirk to yourself when just that is enough to catch Zen’sattention, making him squirm and moan lowly.

Long fingers wrappedaround his girth without further hesitation, slowly pumping the longmember into hardness. It never really took long to get Zen aroused, afact that both of you had dwelled in a lot over the years. Hisrefractory period was amazingly short and allowed you to have sexagain and again and again. His lust was truly without compare, onlyever matched by yours. When he’d called himself a beast he hadn’tlied and you were very appreciative of said fact. This time around,however, it was time for the beast in you to awake.

Once you’d felt theprecome beginning to coat your fingers you’d removed your hand,trailing it up his body and to his chest. You’d dug your nails intohis pecs, forcefully turning him onto his back and climbing on top ofhim. Zen’s eyes had jumped open, a gasp falling from his lips. Youcould tell that he was about to say something, effectively silencinghim by rolling your hips, creating sweet friction against hiserection. “Sorry, but I really had to wake you. See…I decided Imust ride you ‘till I break you.”

Zen, who’d still been halfasleep, found himself rather awake when you’d decided to free hiscock from the restriction of his underwear. He watched with wideeyes, as you lifted your skirt, pushed aside your lace panties andsank down onto his thick appendage. You hissed at his girth splittingyou up and yet didn’t stop for a second, burying him deeper inside ofyou until his entire length was nestled within your hot, tight walls.You stopped, giving yourself a moment to get used to the suddenintrusion before beginning to roll your hips languidly.

It felt good to be incontrol for once, the fact that he was naked while you were stillfully dressed adding some sort of thrill to it. At first yourmovements were slow and deliberate, allowing you to take in the sightbefore you. Zen’s eyes were half lidded and dazed, lips parted andshiny from where he’d licked them. The way he looked at you made yourblood rush faster, heating your skin pleasantly. He reached out then,resting his big hands on your hips. His fingers dug into your skinmomentarily, leaving his marks on you like you’d hoped he would.

While you rested yourhands on his chest, using that hold as leverage, his hands travelledhigher to grasp your breasts, holding them firmly as he played withyour nipples until they hardened under his admission. It was thenthat you’d decided that enough was enough, slapping away his hands.You were the one making the calls, not him. To drive that point homeyou dug your nails into his chest, making him hiss quietly, beforestarting to roll your hips with more fervour. You were using him topleasure yourself and you enjoyed it.

“P-please…”, hebegged eventually, red eyes trained only on you. You met his gaze,licking and nibbling at your bottom lip, smirking devilishly.Torturously slow you started to lift yourself off of his cock untilmerely the tip of it remain buried inside you. When you didn’t moveright away he whined, making you claw at his chest once more. Youtook mercy on him, sinking back down. This time, however, yourmovements weren’t half as slow. You started to gain in speed,practically bouncing on his erection.

Zen attempted to flip youover multiple times, but you made sure it didn’t happen untileventually he gave up, merely looking up at you with awe and arousalshining through his eyes. The pace you set was brutal, almostpunishing. You wanted to feel him, feel the sting of his girthspreading you impossibly as you buried him inside you again andagain. Once this would end and you would have to leave, you wanted tofeel him there for days to come. You could feel yourself growingcloser, reaching down to pleasure yourself while you rode yourlover.

“Fuck, Zen”, you moaned, head thrown back and eyesshut. With the added stimuli to your clit your orgasm rapidlyapproached, your movements becoming erratic on top of Zen. The soundscoming from your mouth became filthier by the minute, from mewls andwhine to low groans and screams of pleasure. Zen wasn’t unaffectedeither, as you could feel his cock jump and pulse within you,announcing his nearing orgasm as well. “I want you to come insideof me, Zen. Make me yours. Mark me from within.”You’d neverdone it without a condom – you becoming pregnant the last thingeither of you could afford – but now you didn’t care. You wereabout to die anyway, so might as well make the best of it. A couplemore strokes to your hardened sex and you came, calling out yourlovers name as your walls tightened impossibly around his erection.Zen followed soon after, a mere handful of thrusts upwards as heburied himself inside you one last time before spilling his hot seed.Both of you were exhausted, shaking through our overwhelming orgasm.

You collapsed next to theother, both of you panting as you lay side by side. “Damn, thisscreams for a post-orgasm cig”, Zen said, chuckling. You smirked,snorting out a chuckle before reaching out for the nightstand,fiddling for a moment, before handing Zen a lighter and a cigarette.Only then did his smile fall, his head turning to look at youproperly. “Something is going to happen, isn’t it.” You didn’tmeet his eye, a sad smile curling around your lips. “Don’t worryabout me, babe. I’m just your usual dead girl stillwalking.”

★Yoosung★

Once you’d admitted toyour special activities, it had been rather hard for Yoosungto go about even the most mundane of things. He was constantlyreminded of the day you’d killed a man right before his eyes, cut himup like it was nothing. Whenever he thought he was somewhat over it –the fact that he even considered getting over it was crazy –pictured began to flash in his mind. So much blood and he hadn’t evenaverted his gaze. Yoosung only noticed that he’d gotten lost in histhoughts when the cashier cleared her throat loudly.Heblushed and quickly paid for everything and pushed his cart along.Walking home with the groceries his mind drifted off once more.Suddenly everything you did seemed so much heavier than it didbefore. All the times you’d talked about going for drinks with yourfriends or having to stay late for work…all he could think aboutwas whether you were actually killing someone instead. Those weren’tthe things that bothered him the most, though. What really got toYoosung was the fact that…he didn’t really mind?When hecame home you weren’t there yet, so he put away the groceries andlaid down on the coach, arms crossed behind his head as he stared atthe ceiling. He’d been shocked at first, like every normal personwould, but now he didn’t even flinch when you told him about yournewest kill. He never told anyone. Never called the police. In fact,on more than one occasion he’d found himself anticipating the nextstory. He’d gotten addicted to the thrill like you’d anticipated himto. Had you had more time, you were sure he would have joined youeventually.

★

When you got home,slightly out of breath and with a racing heart you’d found yourhusband napping on the couch, Some of the stress had melted away atthe adorable sigh, a soft smile appearing. In a world filled with somuch hate and filth he was like your safe haven. Everything about himwas innocent, sweet and pure and whatever worry you had melted awaywhen greeted by such a sight. Or it usually did. This time, however,things were a little grimmer. This time you needed something else tocheer you up.

You made your way to thecouch, rather impure thoughts on your mind. You would have feltguilty any other time, but not this time. Instead you kneeled beforethe couch, carefully massaging your husband through his pants,feeling the outline of his cock harden under your admission. Asomewhat high pitched groan fell from Yoosungs lips as his eyesfluttered open. He rubbed at them, still obviously disoriented, untilhe finally noticed you on your knees beside him. Yoosung instantlyjumped into a sitting position, just the way you’d hoped he would.

Hisface heated horribly as he scrambled to cover his erection with apillow. You had to bite your lip not to laugh, smiling at howdevastatingly adorable Yoosung was. “Don’t be shy, honey. I wantto”, you assured him. You wrapped your hand around his wrist,tracing the vein with your thumb as you pushed his hand away toremove the pillow. As you began unzipping his pants, still feelinghim up through the fabric, you could feel the twitch of his dickunder your palm and it only fed into your hunger for the man.

Youmade a quick job of removing his clothes, no patience or time totease or any finesse. You wanted his dick inside your mouth asap.Once Yoosungs tighty-whities had joined his jeans around his anklesyou’d smirked up at the other, hungrily licking your lips. Yoosungseyes widened and he swallowed loudly. You grasped the base of hiscock, pumping it steadily while licking along the underside of hiscock, paying special attention to the prominent vein that always madehim mewl when licked and sucked at.

GettingYoosung off with your mouth had always been the easiest of things foryou. At first you merely sucked at his head, twirling your tonguearound it, making Yoosung groan and relax under your touch beforereleasing it with a filthy popping, leaving him to plead. Only thendid you wrap your lips around his cock, slowly inching lower untilthey were nestled around his entire shaft. At first you would merelysuck before bobbing your head, moaning around him to send vibrationsup his erection, cock twitching within your mouth.

Afterthat it didn’t take much longer for Yoosung to come. The second hishead hit the back of your throat it usually overwhelmed him. Beingcompletely settled in the wet heat of your mouth was all it took forhim to spill his hot seed down your awaiting throat. You swallowedevery last drop, pulling off to lick his cock as well as your lipsclean, humming in appreciation. Usually you would have let him enjoythe buzz for a while longer, but not this time around. You had otherplans as you got up and rested your hands on his shoulders.

“Geton all fours”, you demanded and Yoosung instantly obeyed. “Sucha good boy.” You brushed through his unruly, blond hair, caressinghim. He looked at you with his big eyes before pushing up your pencilskirt and removing your barely there underwear. He licked at yourfolds, hesitant at first until your grip on his hair tightened. “Kissthis dead girl walking!”He sat up a little, hands coming to rest on your thighs for betterleverage. He began licking at your folds hungrily, tongue worming itsway into your core.

Youclosed your eyes, focusing on Yoosung’s tongue moving inside you, hisnose brushing against your clit with every other lick. You started togrind your hips onto his mouth just the slightest bit, taking fullcontrol over your own pleasure by doing so. You weren’t the only oneenjoying themselves, however. Yoosung groaned against your sex andhis cock jumped every time you rolled your hips or gripped his headtighter to guide his head the way you wanted to. “God, you’re sucha good boy, honey. Beautiful”, you praised.

Youwatched in awe as his cheeks reddened even further, beads of pre-comegathering at the tip of his cock once more. He was getting off onthis as much as you were! Your grip tightened once more and youripped him away from you, causing Yoosung to hiss. Your juices werecovering his mouth, swollen and glistening. Without having so sayanything Yoosung understood. Something had happened. His firstinstinct was to protect you, but before he could voice that thoughthe was once more guided back to your dripping cunt.

“Idon’t have to stay and let them catch me. I could change my name andmove to Geoje”, you said as his lips closed around your clit. Hesucked at it and you moaned. “But I don’t really want to leave sohere’s something I’d like to achieve: Spend those thirty hoursgettin’ freaky!” And that you did. You began practically ridinghis tongue and lips, your orgasm approaching quickly. Not that youhad any intention of stopping after just one. If this was really yourlast night together, and you feared as much, you neither of you wouldspend it sleeping.

Hisskilled, little tongue was still swirling your hardened nub whensuddenly two of his fingers pushed inside you. The intrusion camewithout warned and you gasped as another sensation was added to themix. He crooked his fingers and began fingering you, hitting all theright places within you. You began panting uncontrollable as pleasureoverwhelmed you, an intense orgasm making you weak in the knees. Helicked you through it until you pulled him up, kissing him hungrily.The kiss was messy, wet ans filthy and exactly what you had in mind.

♨Jaehee♨

From the moment Nam hadappeared at your shared apartment things had become rather tense. Notonly for Jaehee but you as well. You knew better than to think hewould leave you in peace like that. Now that he was more or lesspermanently out of prison his first order would be to collect whatwas his; namely money, drugs and you. You tried to hide such thoughtsfrom Jaehee, but she was too smart to be fooled, even by you. If youwere willing to cut his throat with a knife like you’d been that day,he was obviously not to be taken lightly.

Still, you attempted to goabout your daily life like you’d been doing before. You took care ofthe café together, cooked and ate at peace, shared a home and a bed.Yet, the atmosphere was so obviously different, thick and heavy tothe point you imagined being able to cut it with a knife. You knewJaehee had a million questions and while you were ready to answerthem, Jaehee apparently wasn’t ready to ask. So you waited for her tobe prepared until one day the process was sped up by a little card inyour mailbox. A card with a familiar symbol.

Jaehee had beenthe one to find it, watching you pale upon looking at the doubledragon on the otherwise blank card. That is when you started to talk,about who your father was before his early death, how he’d marriedyou off to Nam to not only bind the two biggest mafia groups intoone, but to also secure you a safe living. You also explained thatthe double dragon was a symbol of high rank in the group you weretechnically the head off and that Nam had sent the card as a warning.He was coming to get you. Soon, from the looks of it.

♨

Thetwo of you had sat in silence for a long time. You’d been boiling andfuming, angry at the mans audacity. Hadn’t you made your point clearby almost slicing his throat? You weren’t his trophy wife and youweren’t his possession. He couldn’t just rip you away from the lifeyou’d established with Jaehee just because it fit into his schedulenow. Jaehee on the other hand seemed strangely quiet and you began toworry. This was probably a lot more to take in for her, harder forher, than it was for you. The least you could do was try to explain.

Jaeheelistened as you talked about your upbringing, about how Nam and youhad actually known one another since early childhood. You’d grown uptogether, going to the same schools. He’d always been infatuated withyou, but you’d never returned such feelings. You’d eventually agreedto marrying him just because there hadn’t been anyone else you’ddesired and because you knew it would make your father happy.However, now you had Jaehee and you loved her. You promised toprotect her, no matter what, and that Nam wouldn’t harm her.

Yourgirlfriend didn’t care much for her own safety, however. What she wastruly worried about was yours. You’d grown up in such a dangerousworld and while by some miracle you’d survived so far, there was noguarantee that you’d survive it any further. To her you were still asinnocent and delicate as ever. With a man like Nam-Il after you, sheconsidered you in grave danger without any idea on how to protectyou. If he got to you, took you away like he apparently planned, shewas certain that you’d meet your demise sooner or later and thatthought killed her.

Thefollowing day Jaehee refused to open the café, insisting to keep youat home and at least somewhat safe. She’d even jumped over her shadowand called Jumin, requesting a couple of bodyguards for you, if heagreed. Despite not explaining the entire situation to him – andJumin still being disappointed in Jaehee for leaving – he’d agreedand send over two guards to protect you. Only a day later you foundboth of them knocked out in front of your door, another card lying onone of the mens chest. The second and last warning you would get.

Jaeheealmost had a break down, as she realized that there was absolutelynothing she could do to protect you. Seeing her so upset, no matterhow little she might have shown it on the outside, infuriated youeven more. You send the guards back, apologized to Jumin for gettingthem harmed and used the opportunity to send a burned version of thecard right back to Nam. If he wanted to threaten you? Fine. But youwere not willing to drag Jaehee into his silly mind games. You’d facehim head on some day now, but for that day you had other plans.

Whenyou finally got home Jaehee instantly jumped off the coach, about tosay something you never got to hear. You cut her off with a kiss,possessively licking into her mouth, sucking her tongue into yours.She was unresponsive at first, mostly due to shock, until you pulledher flush against you rolling your hips against hers. Finally shesighed and melted into the kiss, your tongues dancing together.Eventually you broke the kiss, leaving Jaehee obviously dazed.Needless to say that seeing you had such an effect did great thingsfor you.

You took her wrist in yourhand and began tugging her towards the bedroom. She was hesitant atfirst, trying to ask what was going on, but quickly gave up when sherealized she would not be getting a reply. You sat her onto the bed,massaging her thighs and spreading her legs apart, kissing your wayup from her knee until you reached her crotch. Pressing featherykisses against her panties, turning it damp. You were happy to notethat the dampness was furthered by Jaehee herself, who was growingincreasingly wet, squirming under your admission.

You looked up at her, eyesburning with passion, and didn’t break the gaze once as you slowlypulled down her underwear, throwing it aside carelessly. When youkissed her sex this time there was no layer to hold you back. Youlicked between her folds, stimulating her clit with your fingerswhile licking inside of her. Jaehee was still shy about oral sex, butmostly because she was so damn responsive to it. Every lick, nibbleor suck got delicious sounds out of her and you swore to yourselfthat you would coax out every last one of them that night.

After about fifteenminutes of going down on her, working Jaehee towards her secondorgasm for the night she asked you to stop, wondering why you weredoing this all of a sudden. “'Cause Nam-Il says I gots to go,you’ll be my last meal on death row”, you’d merely replied,grinning up at her before going back down, making her gasp and forgether question altogether. Eventually your tongue had been replaced byone, then two and eventually four fingers, thrusting in and out ofher. Just by crooking them ever so slightly you were granted the mostbeautiful view.

Jaehee was gripping the sheets, head thrownback and her wavy hair a mess. You could see the flush in her cheeks,her teeth digging into her bottom lip to muffle the sounds ofpleasure she still didn’t quite allow herself. Well, you’d make sureto change that. You pulled your fingers out, instead standing up topush Jaehee onto the mattress. She had no idea what was going on, butJaehee had long stopped questioning you. She watched with wide eyesas you undressed before coming to straddle her. It was only when youput a pillow under her hip and threw her leg over your shoulder thatshe understood.

You decided to scissorJaehee, both your wet cunts rubbing together. It was something youhadn’t tried often, mostly out of shyness. Now was not the time forthat though. Both of you moaned in wanton as your sexes rolledtogether, sparks of pleasure shooting through both of you. Youreached out for Jaehee’s hand, pulling it to your mouth to suck twoof her fingers in before guiding her to her clit. She didn’t hesitateto pleasure you and you instantly returned the favour, your bodiessliding together in perfect harmony until finally you reached yourpeak, screaming out your orgasm.

♛Jumin♛

Surprisingly, Juminfinding out that you were the daughter of the head of one of Korea’sbiggest mafia groups didn’t put as much of a dent into yourrelationship as you’d initially thought it would. In fact, for someabsurd reason, he seemed to enjoy that little secret you’d hiddenfrom it. You couldn’t quite puzzle together what the appeal was, butapparently he liked knowing everything about you. He also seemed toenjoy the thrill that came with it. Preppy Jumin Han married to theheir of Chil Sung Pa’s admittedly huge empire.

As it turned out, therewere also quite some business merits to being married to you. Forone, people and entire companies had some sort of newfound respectfor the two of you as well as C&R International in general. Itprobably stemmed from fear, but Jumin was an opportunist with successin mind and anything that helped the company was fine for him. C&R’snetworth increased rapidly, especially when you roped your fatherinto signing certain contracts that would ensure not only safety butinvestments.

Everything was fine andthe business was booming until someone attempted to harm your fatherand you snapped. You were preppy, well-mannered and calm, but ifsomeone dared to harm or so much as insult the people you cared forand loved, you turned into a fury with no regards for morals. You hadno problem getting your hands dirty. By the time you arrived at theheadquarters, however, it turned out that your father was fine andthe person had been taken care of in a rather traditional sense. Youwere still pissed about the attempt, though, and with nowhere else tolet steam off, you turned to Jumin.

♛

When you snuck intoJumin’s office his back was turned to you. He was on the phone withsomeone, staring out of the window wall, discussing a deal you knewhe’d been working on for a long while. You leaned against the walland watched him work for a minute or two, enjoying the way hismuscles flexed under that perfectly fitting and tight suit, the wayhis voice sounded when he talked business. Your always found hisvoice extremely sexy, that low rumble that could make anyone weak inthe knees, but especially when talking business.

Eventuallyyour patience had been stripped too thin and it didn’t seem like hewas planning to hang up any time soon, so you decided to take theinitiative. You put down your bag and coat, silently making your wayto where your husband is standing. From behind you sling your armsaround his slender but muscular frame, trailing them down his chestplayfully. It is your way of warning him of what is about to follow.Whether he hangs up for it or not is completely up to him. You canfeel his muscles tense and relax but nothing else. Well then.

You press a kiss betweenhis shoulder blades, unbuttoning his shirt from behind, skilledfingers doing a quick job. Finally able to touch bare skin you buryyour nails in it, trailing them down his torso to leave your marks.Had you dug any deeper you would have drawn blood. Jumin’s breathhitches every so slightly and yet he continues to talk, as composedas ever. You smirk. A challenge can be quite amusing when having itwith Jumin. Both of you are competitive, in control of every aspectof your life and stubborn. Still, this one will be your win.

Your hand moves lower tounbutton his trousers, slowly pulling down the zipper to tease himwith the sound itself, even. You can feel the deep intake of breathhe makes, knowing that he is preparing himself. Your curious fingerslip past the boxers and into his pants, your free hand still holdingonto that beautifully tones stomach, feeling the muscles therecontract with every teasing touch. Jumin is so fun to play with. Yourwrap your hand around his long cock, squeezing it just for thebriefest of moments to get his attention.

Apparently this stillisn’t enough to get Jumin to end the call, so you increase yourefforts. You begin jerking him off, strong, long pumps of your first.You use your thumb to trace the veins raking over his length beforestarting to pay special attention to the head. You circle itteasingly, tapping the slit ever so slightly until finally you canfeel the first beads of seed gather, spreading them eagerly. Jumineventually starts to rock his hips into your hand, biting down on hisbottom lip to keep himself quiet while the other person talked.

While you admired yourhusbands self control, you were rather happy when it finally came toan end. Ads you sped up the movements of your hand the snapping ofhis hips turned from shallow to erratic. The pre-come was now coatingyour entire hand, making the slide much easier and therefor quicker.You could feel his shaft pulse with the need to release. You stood onyour tip toes, nibbling at your lovers earlobe and whispering thedirty things you wanted to do to him until finally Jumin spilled overyour hand.

Luckily Jumin was a bit ofa silent type as it was, so the orgasm didn’t make him scream out orany such thing. It would have been quite hilarious to have himexplain that to an executive partner, but maybe it was for the bestthat it didn’t happen. As it was Jumin apologized, explaining that hehad some very important business to take care of and would call themback later. You were happy to know that said important business wasyou. He turned in your arms, claimed your mouth with a hungry kisswhile lifting you onto his desk.

Jumin broke the kiss to goon his knees before you, pushing up your skirt just enough to get toyour panties. He carefully pulled them down over your long legs,pressing kisses on the smooth skin along the way. He then proceededto kiss his way back up, the kisses and playful nibbles to your thighalready getting you excited for what was to come. By the time hefinally began eating you out you were a panting, wet mess. Jerkinghim off, having that control over your husband, it always turned youon. You knew it wouldn’t take much.

He licked between yourfolds eagerly, your hand coming to rest on his head and pull at hishair as he did so. When you’d first started to have sex he hadn’tbeen much of a lover. After all, he’d never touched a woman beforeyou. However, many, many times later – honestly, you’d been allover each other for a while – and Jumin knew your body and all it’ssoft spots better than you knew it yourself, probably. He was verycategoric about it. He knew exactly how to please you, sucking atyour clit while fingering you open using three finger.

About five minutes lateryou finally came, rolling your hips onto the tongue he’d pushedinside you, as your orgasm shook your body. However, you weren’tquite done with him yet and from the fact that Jumin was hard againas well, he seemed to be on board. You pulled him up, kissing him asyou wrapped your legs around his hips. “Let’s go, you know thedrill; I’m hot and pissed and on the pill”, you said, pulling himcloser by the arse, cock brushing between your folds. Jumin growledhungrily, reaching between you to grasp his cock and push insideyou.

You mewled at the feelingbut attempted to muffle it. The doors were thin and if you could walkin, so could anyone else. "Full steam ahead, let’s break thedesk”, you snickered, grinding against your husband to bury himdeeper. Needless to say, he did well in attempting to break it. Juminknew that when you were in the mood, you could take quite thepounding and he delivered perfectly. His thrust were quick and hard,hitting all the right spots within you. When you finally came youstarted to scream his name, Jumin had to silence you by kissing. Nota bad way to be silenced.

☼Saeyoung/Seven☼

The night after he’d foundout about your work for another agency Saeyoung had lain awake formany hours, curled together on the side as he attempted to catalogueall the new input. His agency was ruined, because of him. Someonefrom another agency had send you to kill him. The two of you hadactually fallen in love instead and he knew for a fact that it wouldsoon cause your agency to be after you as well. You’d not only failedto fulfil your given task, but you’d also bonded with the enemy andsuch things never sat well with agencies like yours.For along time Saeyoung contemplated your options. Neither of you werereally safe living a normal life and yet fleeing seemed like such atedious option. He’d spent too much of his life running away andabandoning things he loved in the process. Saeyoung was done with it.The alternative he came up with was rather unconventional, but maybethat would ensure it’s success in the end. What if, instead ofjoining another agency for protection, the two of you started yourown? Maybe you could even team up with Saeran?

He knew that his twin wasstill a little unstable, but maybe it made that option all the moresuitable. Doing hacking and footwork was something familiar forSaeran. He had no further education that would allow him to pursueany other career and this way he would not only have a stable job,but also one where both you and Saeyoung could keep him safe andmostly sane. The longer he thought about it the cleared the imaginein his head became. When he pitched the idea of you you’d beensurprise but then a grin had spread on your face and you’d agreed.

☼

When Saeyoung had firstsuggested starting your own, small but effectively agency you’dhesitated for two reasons. For one you’d been rather sure that yourfiancée had had other plans for the future. He’d always talked aboutsome kind of toy store, building his little robots and similar thingsto sell them. Not to mention that he’d been so eager to heal andprotect his brother that you could not imagine how on earth opening asecret agency fit into the picture. Was he so willing to endanger hisbrother further only for you?

Which lead you directly to yoursecond reason; safety. By following through with his plan the levelof danger in which all three of you would move would multiplygravely. Saeyoungs former agency would be after you. Your formeragency would be after you and every agency you’d fuck over in thefuture as well. Still, you’d eagerly agreed as the thrill of goingdown that path together drew you in. That was until a job wenthorribly wrong and you found yourself fearing for your life. Well,fearing was the wrong word. You were mostly pissed.

Every normal human wouldhave tried to flee when faced with a threat like the one you werefacing – you know, teams of agents targeting you in specific –but not you. No, you were pissed that you had nothing to do about it.You could either run away or sit around and wait for their attack andfend it off as best as possible. That is until you walked into thebedroom to find a naked Saeyoung sprawled out on the bed, giving youall sorts of ideas how to better spend that time waiting, other thansitting around and twiddling your thumbs.

You slowly climbed on topof the bed and your fiancée, handing brushing up his legs, massaginghis thighs before pulling them apart. You rested between your loverslegs, mouthing at his cock, pressing little kisses all over it untilit jumped to life. You kissed your way up Saeyoungs body who wasslowly beginning to wake up, twirling your tongue around his nipplesbefore biting down on one. Finally his eyes flew open and he stareddown at you with a gasp of pain, pleasure and surprise. He blinkedrapidly, reaching for his glasses and putting them on.

The sight was surprising,to say the least. You usually weren’t into that whole somnophiliathing. He’d tried once and you’d kicked him out of the bed for it.Saeyoung, on the other hand, sure loved surprised. Especiallysurprises like that. He smiled down at you, cupping your face andpulling you up for a passionate kiss. His tongue snuck into yourmouth, hungrily exploring and claiming what he thinks of as his. Youmelted into the kiss, allowing him the control for a brief moment.Tongues dancing together you swallowed each others moans before youpulled off

“No sleep tonight foryou, better chug that PhD Pepper”, you announced upon sitting up,grinding your hips against his erect cock. He didn’t react at first,still sleep dazed. You weren’t gonna let that pass, instead wrappingyour hand around his neck, using your thumb to tilt his face up. “Getyour ass in gear, Saeyoung. Come on, make this whole town disappear!”He sat up than, wrapping an around your middle, holding you tightwhile thrusting his hips upwards to rub his hard sex against yours.Even through your panties he could feel the wetness.

Neitherof you had the patience to neither get up nor get you undressed.Instead he merely ripped the fabric away – he’d buy you new onessome other time – and pushed inside you in one long go. You gaspedas the sensation of being filled but didn’t hesitate to glide up anddown the others length, burying him deep inside you to hit all theright spots. “Slap me! Pull my hair”, you gasped the command andSaeyoung happily complied. He slapped your rear, hard and quick untilpale skin turned bright red.You gasped with every blow, thesting a pleasant sensation. You could feel the wetness between yourlegs getting more intense, arousal making itself known to Saeyoung aswell. He knew exactly what he was doing to you and from the diabolicgrin on his lips he quite enjoyed it. That is when he reached foryour hair, holding it together and circling it around between hisfingers to get a better grip. Saeyoung tugged harshly, a hiss fallingfrom your lips. You quite enjoyed when he got rough with you, allfrustration making way for pleasure.His mouth attacked youneck, tongue trailing the vein there before he sucked at the tenderskin. The sounds falling from your lips were of pure ecstasy, as yourneck was rather sensitive and his lips were skilled. He then begannibbling and biting at the skin, leaving his marks all over yourotherwise untouched skin. Meanwhile his hips were snapping upwards ina slow but pointed rhythm, making you squirm on his lap, pleasureseemingly overwhelming you. “What is it, sweetheart? You’re souncommonly quiet”, he teased.

“Touch me”, youpanted. “Touch me everywhere and no more talking.” You removedhis hand from your behind to guide it to your centre for him to feeljust what he was doing to you. He moaned as he dipped his fingersinto the wetness awaiting him, circling your clit with his thumb ashe pushed two fingers inside your tight heat alongside his cock. Youfelt even fuller now, desperately bouncing onto his cock and fingers,crocked inside you, driving you mad. All of it seemed too much andyet too little at the same time.

You found your peak whenSaeyoung began sucking on your nipple, squeezing your breast with hisfree hand while nibbling hungrily at the other. His thrusts hadbecome harsh and almost burning and the hickeys now spread over yourchest as well. A handful of jabs later you were coming, cunttightening around his cock, pulling the orgasm out of him as well ashe spent himself within your welcoming heat. You collapsed againsthim, Saeyoung falling back onto the mattress with you on top. “Fuck,I really needed that.”

☀Saeran☀

After the night you’dshared upon realizing Saeran knew about your job all along the two ofyou had been mostly on the run. You got in hits here and there andyou could work as whistle blower from about anywhere, so it wasn’tthat much of an issue, but settling down hadn’t been an option for acouple of months at that point. You made it a habit to send Saeyounga card once a month to let him know you and his sweet, sweet brotherwere still alive. Other than that, neither you nor Saeran dared tocontact everyone else in fear of endangering them.You did,however, attempt to help with the parties. Be it by sending Saeyoungsome files of potential guests or donating a bunch of money towhatever cause they were supporting. Everything beyond that wasstrictly taboo for the both of you. Not that you minded too much.Most of the time you were either busy with work – people sure likedto have other people killed or fucked over – or with one another.The two of you had learned early on that every day spent alive was aprivilege and you wanted to make the best out of every single one ofthem.

It was about two yearsinto your spree that things began getting tighter. One of yourteam-mates on the whistle blower team had made a traceable mistakeand now the FBI and CIA were after he both of you. Keeping a lowprofile wasn’t that big of a problem until you’d decided thatsplitting up was for the best, at least for the time being, andregretted the decision the second the two of you entered your newhotel room all by yourself, respectively. Both of you were miserableall alone and with no means to contact the other without beingtraced.

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Aftertrashing in bed for about an hour, sleep nowhere near, you decidedthat enough was enough. You were so used to sharing a bed with Saeranthat sleeping by yourself seemed near impossible at this point. Yougot out of bed and walked the multiple blocks to the motel you knewSaeran was staying it. Of course you couldn’t just waltz in throughthe front door and have anyone see you. It was bad enough that youwere visiting him at all, let alone be that direct about it. Soinstead you found yourself climbing up the wall and through thewindow.

WhenSaeran had broken into Rika’s apartment he’d made it look much easierthan it turned out to be. You’d been staying at the fourteenth floorwith rather intruder-proof windows and yet he’d managed to easilymake his way inside like some sort of dark angel. Yet here you were,climbing through a fourth floor window, almost wheezing loud enoughto wake Saeran that way. Admittedly, you should have brought moreequipment, but the decision to come in the first place had been arather rash one so you hadn’t been on top of your game.

Whateverthe case, you were inside now and no one had seen you. So instead ofwasting any more of the precious time you had together – comemorning you would have to split up again – you made your way to thebed, climbing atop the others body and waking him up by gentlycaressing his face and brushing through his hair. Saeran was a lightsleeper to begin with, but since you started the job he was even morewary than he’d been before. The drop of a pin could wake him and thissituation was no different.

Hiseyes instantly shot up, hand harshly wrapping around your wrist andtugging you down. You found yourself on your back, pressed into themattress by your lovers weight. Admittedly, that turned you on morethan it should have. Then again you had come to his room with thatparticular situation in mind, so really he’d merely sped the entireprocess up. He was panting, staring at you with wide eyes beforefrowning in confusion as you grinned up at him mischievously. “Iwas a little lonely up in my room, so I thought I’d pay you a visit.”

Saeranhuffed, letting go of your wrist and sitting up, brushing the strandsof her from his eyes. “If someone saw you, you’re dead. We bothare. Are you seriously horny enough to risk your life for this”, heasked, looking at you with an intense and calculating look. You letyour eyes wander over his face, reaching out once more to cup it withone hand, thumb tracing the line of his cheekbone. “I’m willing torisk my life for you.” Apparently that took Saeran bysurprise, even after all this time, as his face fell and he quicklylooked away from you, seemingly ashamed.

Youknow where this behaviour is coming from, something that happened attimes when things seemed to finally become undeniably serious betweenthe two of you and Saeran feared of getting too attached and losingsomething beloved once more overwhelmed him. You sighed, leaningforward to press a kiss to his forehead. "You say you’renumb inside, but I can’t agree, Saeran”, you said, getting hisattention.“So the world’s unfair? Keep it locked out there!”You move closer then, burying your face in the crock of his neck,kissing along the sensitive skin. “In here it’s beautiful.”

Saeranwas never good with emotions, but he was damn fantastic when it cameto sex. Maybe because he was capable of detaching those two things,delivering on one without messing up the other. He tugged on yourhair, catching your mouth with his. He kiss was breathtaking andbruising, your lips spit slick and swollen once he broke it. Suckingyour bottom lip into his mouth before tugging at just enough for itto sting without drawing blood. “Let’s make this beautiful,then”, he agreed, voice dipped dangerously low. Promisinglylow.

When he spoke like thisyou knew you were in for a ride and it wouldn’t be the gentle kind.The way you two moved was quick and precise with no time to waste.You tugged his shirt over his head while he ripped open yours,leaving it in shreds on the floor. You’d have to worry about thattomorrow. The rest of your clothes joined the shirt in a haze, nakedbodies colliding in a storm of desire and passion. Saeran slid intoyour awaiting heat with easy, your legs over his shoulders as hesnapped his hips against yours, almost snapping you in half in theprocess.

You pulled him evencloser, your bodies rubbing against one another with every harshthrust. Your nipples were hard against his chest, breasts jolting.You clawed down his back, leaving marks that would stay for days ashe left his mark within you. Subtle, but no less effective. Youpulled him in for a kiss, both of you fighting for dominance until helet you in, let your tongue push past his to lick into his mouth withfervour. Both of you moaned into the kiss, the bed shaking under thetwo of you. You didn’t see the orgasm coming, hitting you by surprisewith an intensity that almost made you black out.

“Oh no, princess. Nosleeping for you”, he said, pulling out and leaving you empty anddripping with your own juices. You were about to beg – whether formercy or more you weren’t sure – when he suddenly flipped you over,lifted your hips of the bed and thrust right back home. “You wokeme for this, remember”, he hissed, pointing each word with a harshjab. When your moans increased in volume he reached around to coveryour mouth, his hot breath ghosting over your ear as he fucked youfrom behind like some rabid dog.

You reached for theheadboard for support, gripping it with both hands until yourknuckles were about to rip the skin. You’d just come and yet youcould feel another orgasm steadily building as he fucked inside you,one hand covering your mouth while the other rubbed at your sensitiveclit. “I love taking you like this, like a little bitch”, hewhispered into your ear, nibbling at it. He kept up the pace untilyou felt his cock twitch and jump within you. This time the two ofyou came together, his seed filling you up as the two of you trembledwith ecstasy and collapsed onto the bed with exhausted and satedhuffs.

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