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empaths-hsp · 4 years ago

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Sensitive Men Are the Antidote to Toxic Masculinity

Toxic masculinity is both self-destructive and socially destructive.

“Toughen up bro.”

“Come on, be a man about it.”

“Show them you’re the man!”

Society has long taught us that manhood is acquired through dominance, strength, self-reliance, and the bottling up of emotions. But this has led to the dangerous epidemic of “toxic masculinity.”

Now, I’m not a guy. But I’ve seen it happen. And quite frankly, it needs to stop. Toxic masculinity is harmful to everyone — both men and women.

While sensitivity is still a trait largely associated with girls and women, it should be something we encourage of boys and men. Highly sensitive men are the antidote to toxic masculinity. They are a guiding light that proves men can — and should — be thoughtful, considerate, and empathetic members of society. Men who understand and embrace their emotions know that feelings do not make them weak, but strong and healthy.

How Traditional Masculinity Becomes Toxic Masculinity

The American Psychological Association recently released guidelines — for the first time, I might add — for professionals who work with boys and men. The notion of traditional masculinity, the APA argued, has become a serious problem that requires unique intervention so boys can develop into healthier men.

Traditional masculinity is essentially a social construct. It’s a way of idealizing what it means to be a man, and requiring all men to live up to that restrictive, impossible image: emotionless, strong, hard-working.

Toxic masculinity emerges when that idea of traditional masculinity goes too far. It’s a way of thinking that if a guy doesn’t act in a certain way, they aren’t men. When that happens, the already constricting nature of traditional masculinity becomes something far more dangerous — both to men and the people in their lives.

I want you to think of Gaston from Disney’s “Beauty and the Beast.” Remember him? Competitive, bulging muscles, misogynistic, violent and, definitely someone who won’t take “no” for an answer. Gaston is the epitome of toxic masculinity.

Some typical traits associated with toxic masculinity are:

Shows no emotion apart from anger

Deals with problems using violence and/or aggression

Competitive and always has to win

Can’t show any weakness and doesn’t depend on anyone

Avoids doing anything considered ‘feminine’

Sometimes, may even make inappropriate sexual or derogatory comments toward women

Truth be told, toxic masculinity is both self-destructive and socially destructive, but society keeps encouraging those same destructive behaviors from men.

Ways Society Encourages Toxic Masculinity

It’s damaging to assume there is only one way of being a man — that only leads to having an unhealthy relationship with oneself and with others. Yet, as boys become men, they tend to hear:

1. ‘’Real men don’t cry.”

Boys are often told this phrase from a young age, often by their fathers or other male members of the family. The end result? Emotional repression. This frequently leads to outbursts, whether as violence directed at others or self-harm. And that’s not to mention the damaging effects on mental health — 1 in 8 men have mental health issues, but many hesitate to reach out for help.

2. “Suck it up.”

Not being able to express one’s emotions creates an internal pressure cooker, and can result in problems like anxiety, depression, and elevated suicide rates. In fact, men are 3.5 times more likely to die by suicide than women.

3. “Stop being a wimp.”

Men experience a real fear of appearing soft and tender. These qualities are usually associated with being weak and not manly. And for a long time — even still to this day in some places — “not manly” was often associated with being gay.

While views about the LGBTQ community have rightly changed for the good, homophobic comments grounded in the idea of being sensitive make it harder for some men to express their identity, and so they end up feeling uncomfortable with who they truly are.

4. “Boys will be boys.”

Well, what a great excuse for this crappy type of behavior. The “lad culture” that encourages toxic masculinity tends to devalue women’s bodies and opinions. It creates unbalanced relationships and unhealthy approaches to sex. As a result, domestic abuse rates are at an all-time high.

Let’s be clear, it’s not just women who are victims of domestic abuse, men are too. But according to the charity Women’s Aid, “women experience higher rates of repeated victimization and are much more likely to be seriously hurt or killed” than males. The idea that problems should be dealt with using violence poses risks to women in relationships with toxic men.

Why Sensitivity is the Antidote We Need

It’s time to redefine masculinity. Sensitivity in men is very rarely encouraged, but it’s time that changed. As a man, you should be able to feel vulnerable and sensitive without feeling weak and inferior. You should be able to enjoy activities like baking and cooking without worrying that they are too girly.

And that’s where sensitive men come in.

20 percent of the male population are highly sensitive. And most other men are capable of a deep sensitivity, if they allow themselves to bring it out. Men who embrace their sensitive sides have healthier relationships with others and themselves. They take the time to listen and cultivate deeper friendships. They talk more freely about their emotions and experiences.

That is pretty damn brave if you ask me.

Here are a few ways sensitive men can help teach the world that “sensitive” means “strong.”

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4 Ways Men Can Embrace Their Sensitive Side

1. Release and express emotions.

Real. Men. Have. Feelings. There, I said it. Men feel pain, anxiety, joy, and fear just like any other human being. You shouldn’t have to bottle up your emotions when you are feeling crappy. You can cry. You can talk. You can go to therapy. If you need help, ask. You don’t have to do it all on your own.

Don’t suffer in silence. You’re doing yourself (and others) more harm than good. There are much healthier ways of expressing your feelings than violent outbursts.

2. Own your interests, even if they’re “non-traditional.”

Not every guy is into football, cars, and weight lifting. (And if you are, then that’s perfectly fine.) Some men also enjoy cooking, dancing, singing, and baking. These activities are often associated with femininity, but they shouldn’t be.

Forget about what you should like to do as a man, and own what you enjoy. Not doing what you love just because you are afraid it’s considered too girly means you risk losing part of your identity in the process.

3. Foster healthy relationships.

Treating others with respect is just basic manners, and this goes double for romantic relationships. It’s important to cultivate a healthy approach to sex. The idea that all men want sex and should be ready for it 24/7 is absurd.

You can say no when you want to. It won’t make you any less of a man. And being sexually aggressive (without the other person’s consent) is not justifiable. Women and men aren’t sex objects and you shouldn’t be treating them as so. Learn to treat them as equals. (P.S: Laughing at rape jokes is also really not cool or funny.)

4. Forget about a perfect physique.

Men feel the pressure to have that perfect muscular body, thinking that it makes them manlier. Arnold Schwarzenegger in his heyday comes to mind: “I must be the strongest, fittest, most competitive…”

More times than not, the superhero in a movie is usually broad and muscular. Images like that and others we see on a daily basis help fuel unrealistic physical ideals and body image problems. Being thinner or heavier should not make you less of a man. Can we all just embrace our differences, please and thank you?

The world has started clueing into the problem of toxic masculinity, and I hope that sensitivity can provide a way forward. You don’t have to conform to society’s ideas of being a man. Be you. There is no ‘’right’’ way to be a man. Sensitive isn’t weak — it’s strong and daring and bold. It’s manly as hell.

You might like:

5 Truths I Struggled to Learn as a Highly Sensitive Man

The World Needs Sensitive Men More Than Ever

7 Keys to a Happy, Thriving Marriage with a Highly Sensitive Person

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lovxies · 5 years ago

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01 | reunite

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(warning: mentions of an unexpected pregnancy, significant other leaving. mainly angst.)

“Why are you here?”

Nothing unusual happened with Sanem’s day. She had some particular festivities that included the release of her book, counting a meetup with some fans. Nothing fancy, nothing extravagant.

Sobbing before she fell to sleep became a nightly routine for her. Careful to not wake up the other guests in the house, including the one sleeping in a crib right next to her, her cries became muffled by the cotton of the pillow. She wouldn’t bother tying up her hair, instead becoming a meaningless chore rather than doing it for aesthetic purposes. She wouldn’t bother wearing her best clothes, now she prefers comfort over style.

Seeing and sensing the dry tears on the pillow wasn’t something unfamiliar for her. Some nights she had to hold herself from the upcoming weeps when her child, her angel would start wailing. She held her in a warm and tight embrace, while sitting in a rocking chair and humming old tunes to her.

“Hush little baby, don’t say a word,” Her eyes glanced to the Albatross poster that hung on the wall opposite of them. Shedding tears of admiration, yet sorrow for the young child, she finished the tune. “Mama’s going to buy you a mockingbird.”

Admiration because she couldn’t believe that she was holding the best gift that anyone has ever given her. Sorrow because she will never get to meet her father.

Needless to say that Sanem was proven wrong.

After attending the meetup and before picking her child up from her grandfather, she sat by the water, her entire body unresponsive. Her hands that gripped the wood beneath her loosened, her chest that was once held up high fell, and her legs lost their feeling of mobility and soon became numb.

All because she saw a familiar face in the reflection of the water.

She didn’t hear his footsteps where she sat, pondering about the past. Once she recognized him, her body froze. She turned slowly to look at the man whose appearance changed just like hers.

There was minimal light that was shining in his eyes, but that was nothing compared to the darkness that was circling a storm in her irises. The darkness that came with the pain. The pain that came with his presence.

He swore that he almost fainted seeing her again. Although, what was more agonizing for him was seeing her pained yet resentful expression. The eyes that were once so bright had lost its life. The face which had shown so much energy was now pale, the absence of its colors was clearly present. Her once confident pose turned into a sluggish composure.

Even though she changed for the worse, he thought that she was still the most beautiful woman his eyes have ever laid on.

She asked, with much oppression in her voice, why he was here.

At a loss for words, his breath hitched as his eyes darted in different directions. With her voice cracking, she scoffed.

“I asked why the fuck you are here,” She growled, the courage to speak up suddenly flourishing inside of her. “Why?”

No response was etched from him. Ashamed, he did his best to stop himself from breaking down right in front of her.

“Why are you here?!”

“Because I need you!” He let out, his arms flying to the sides of his body. At this point, Sanem’s breaths were coming short and her body was shaking, on the brink of falling. “I fucking need you, Sanem! And don’t you dare reply that you don’t need me.”

“Are you kidding me?”

“C’mon, Sanem, does it look like I am? I came back because I want you. I want to talk to you, to hear your velvety, melodic voice that I adore with all my heart. I want to see you, to take in all of your beauty that no other woman can measure up to. I want to be next you, to hold your hand, to feel the presence of the person who I love so much.”

“Bullshit,” She seethed, finally getting up from her spot on the dock. “I’m not listening to this nonsense anymore.”

Can’s eyes widened at the chance of her fleeting. Panic welled up deep inside of him to the point that it made his chest hurt, like fire being ignited in his heart. He shook his head, telling himself that he can’t let her leave after everything that has happened to them.

He instinctively grabbed her wrist, not thinking of the consequences his sudden action may bring up. He couldn’t let her escape. Although, he didn’t think about her reaction, which sent him almost falling to his knees.

She flinched at his touch. More than that, she practically jumped. The feeling of his hands on her wrist was now foreign. She gasped, feeling repulsed and immediately pulled away from him.

At first, he stared at her in confusion. He didn’t wonder why his love would do that to him, she would yearn so much for her to be touched by him. This didn’t make any sense. Unless…

“Are you afraid of me?” Can asked, instantaneously feeling intimidated by this situation. The waves were crashing against the rocks harder than before, and he felt as if the dock was swaying beneath his feet. He felt more dizzy than ever.

He was greeted by silence. By her absence of a response, his heart broke in two and fell apart at his feet. His face now matched hers, colorless and restrained. He blinked rapidly, slightly losing his composure. Now his body began shake with an unstoppable force, his legs almost giving out and his lips trembling.

“No,” He whispered, his mouth agape, but Sanem was still able to hear him. “You can’t be. No! Sanem, I would never hurt you!”

Seeing her unamused and unproven expression, he gently took her small hands into his big ones. She didn’t move from him this time.

“Sanem, if you think that I,” He gulped, not wanting the words to spill out. “That I would intentionally inflict physical pain on you, then you don’t know me well. I would never, never in my entire life lay a hand on your body.”

“Oh really?” She reviled, now crossing her arms over her chest, a clear sign that was upset and in distress. “After seeing what you did to Yiğit, I’m not convinced. You pushed him, you made him unconscious! He laid in the hospital bed for days!”

He put his hand to his forehead, rubbing it before replying, “Sanem, don’t you dare mention that-,”

“I’ll say what I want to say, thank you very much,” She scowled, walking closer to him and pointing an accusing finger in her direction. “However, you don’t get to say all of these lies. You wanted me? You needed me? Please.”

He stood still, no words emitting from his mouth. He accepted his defeat.

“I’m the one who needed you! I’m the fucking person who went through all of this shit without the help of anybody!” She yelled, finally telling everything to the person she wanted to tell for over a year. “Where the fuck were you when I needed you? When my friends and family, even Ayhan, were leaving me? Neglecting me as if I’m already a worthless piece of dust,” Her voice wavered, her hands tingling along with the rest of her body. “Where were you when I carried our child?”

She didn’t realize what she admitted until she saw Can’s unbalanced expression.

“What did you say?”

This time she became the one who was at a loss for words. If it was possible, her face became paler, transforming into the color of a blank page. She needed someone to write the words so she can speak them.

“Sanem,” He closed his eyes, a lone, stray tear falling on his cheek. “Were you pregnant?”

She stepped backwards, while he stepped forward. Her heart beating impossibly fast and her breathing hitching in her throat, she tried to come up with something to respond to.

“Can-,”

The water enveloped her in seconds. Her throat emitted a scream before crashing down, her eyes stinging at the salt. Can, leaving behind everything they just went over, dove in right after her. He helped her, bringing her body up to the surface of the water. Although, she wouldn’t let him hug her body.

“No!” She screamed, her arms flapping on the water as she swam a very small distance to the shore. “Don’t you fucking touch me, Can Divit!”

He ignored her pleas. Even when she brought herself to shore, he immediately took off his jacket and covered her body with it. He rubbed her up and down, so that she wouldn’t get cold. He stopped when she realized that she was sobbing. Her body became so wrenched with them to the point that she didn’t know when to stop.

“Sanem…” He whispered, trying to soothe her. This time she held no protests. Being in a completely vulnerable state, she accepted his arms wrapping around her and the jacket being given to her. Both of their clothes were equally as wet, and their hairs were emitting drops of water which were falling to the ground.

Unable to stop, Can took her hands and once again took them into his. He pressed a soft kiss over her knuckles, which surprisingly were dry. He pressed a kiss on her forehead, then turned it towards him, both of their foreheads touching together.

“Sanem,” He repeated her name once again, wiping her tears with just a swipe of his thumb. “Sanem, look at me.”

Breathing heavily, her gaze was turned towards the ground, looking at anywhere but him. Even when he tried to gently make her face him, her stubborn self looked around him, desperately trying to find a way out.

“Sanem, can you please look at me?” He sighed in exasperation, but there was tenderness underlying in his tone. She reluctantly looked up at him, her blotchy face red and her eyes puffy.

“Tell me what to do,” His voice gave out, wavering at a full intensity and lips trembling like an earthquake. “Tell me what to do to not see you like this.”

She sent a glare towards his way, but her face instantly softened when she saw the very evident agony plastered on him. Their foreheads were still touching, this time Sanem felt much more at ease than before. Watching as it was his time to shed tears, she wiped them away.

Stammering, she put her palm against his cheek. A wave of shock went through her body when she felt the similar feeling of his beard against her hand, this time his beard being wet. His head followed her touch, his eyes closing as he lent into her contact. It brought her back to the camp, where she had to guess the faces of different people with a blindfold on.

She brought his hand to her necklace, the one that he gave her for what it seemed like ages ago. Squeezing his palm, much bigger compared to hers, she took, what it felt like, an immensely deep breath.

“Maybe you can accompany me in picking up our child.”

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aqlemonade · 6 years ago

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(AB)CD Tour - Biadore

Summary: Follow Roy and Danny on the ABCD tour-- With occasional commentary from Courtney and Darienne.

AN: Just a warning this is a bit long. I tried to work in most of the content we got from them during these four shows. I hope you guys enjoy! Thank u, next, bitch!

Fabric bunched under Roy’s hands as he helped Danny shimmy into Adore’s mermaid costume. “Jump, babe,” He instructed Danny. The younger laughed quietly as he did what he was told. One good jump from Danny, and a decent tug from Roy got the costume over his body. “What do you think?” Roy asked as he eyed the work he did on the garment. Danny turned around in the mirror; Hitting poses and flipping his short hair. “I guess I don’t have to ask,” Roy chuckled at his fiancé’s amusement.

“It’s fucking sick Roy, are you kidding? I look so hot,” Danny answered as he checked his ass out in the mirror.

“Yeah, you do,” Roy kissed his cheek. “But I mean the fit? Is it okay? Are you comfortable?” Roy ran his hand down the tail part of the costume, unintentionally sending a shiver through Danny‘s body. “I made it a few inches bigger than your measurements to give you some wiggle room.”

Danny shook his hips, “Well, I can wiggle in it.”

“You’re an idiot,” Roy said fondly.

Danny smiled at him with his tongue poking out from behind his teeth. “Your idiot. An idiot that you love so much you made this gorgeous costume for.”

Roy felt a warmth in his chest when Danny expressed how much he liked his outfit. He had made most of everybody’s clothing for the tour, but spent extra time making sure everything for Adore was perfect. “I’m glad you like it, honey.”

Danny turned to face Roy. “I love it, and everything else you made me! Really, Willow, thank you,” He reached out to embrace Roy in a giant hug, only pulling away slightly to kiss him. A few appreciative pecks turned into deeper kissing. Danny cupped Roy’s face as he slipped his tongue into his mouth. Roy’s arms tightened around Danny’s waist and brought him closer.

“Why don’t we take this off so it doesn’t get ruined?” Roy said breathlessly against Danny’s lips.

“Yeah,” Danny huffed out between kisses. They reluctantly broke away from each other, rushing to get Danny out of the mermaid costume without rushing so much that they ripped it.

Roy tugged the top half down, pressing his lips against Danny’s shoulders. He kissed all over his back, chasing the freckles and goosebumps on his skin. Soft hands slid down Danny’s arms before Roy turned him around. His lips closed around one of Danny’s nipples while he brushed the other with his thumb. Danny’s breathing got heavier as Roy’s tongue swirled around the nub. A small noise escaped plump lips when Roy flicked it.

“You’re so perfect,” Roy huffed as he peppered kisses to Danny’s chest. His fingers toyed with Danny’s nipples while he kissed a path to Danny’s neck. Suckling, kissing, licking and biting the tender flesh had those beautiful emerald eyes rolling back and Danny’s dick begging for attention.

“I’m not wearing underwear,” Danny said with a smirk; Almost a bribe to get Roy to take the rest of this thing off of him.

“Oh, you’re not?” Roy’s tone was just as playfully teasing as Danny’s was. His kisses had moved from Danny’s neck to across his jaw. His hands groped Danny’s ass over the shiny fabric of the mermaid tail.

“Nope,” Danny choked out. He cleared his throat to speak properly, “Seriously, I think I’m precumming on it.”

The implication that the garment was getting soiled cleared away the fog in Roy’s head. “Okay, babygirl, let’s get this off of you.” Danny groaned at babygirl. Roy knew that made his legs weak. The older man kneeled on the floor behind Danny. “Stand up straight. I’m gonna pull it down, okay?” Danny nodded. At first he was just going to rip it off of him and hope for the best, but the side of him that spent hours making the garment washed that thought away. Roy slowly worked it pass Danny’s hips, letting his fingers linger on pale skin before allowing it to fall. “Step out, love.” Roy picked up the garment, folded it, and placed it neatly back into Danny’s suitcase.

“That was nice,” Danny mused with the cutest grin on his face.

“Yeah?” Roy inched closer to him.

“Yeah,” Danny pecked Roy’s lips. “You’re sweet.” Roy smiled at him, giving him another peck before grabbing him by the shoulders and turning him around. Roy bent Danny over the hotel bed, sinking back down to his knees behind the younger man. Roy smacked Danny’s asscheek, burying his face inside of him while Danny was still mid yelp from the sting of his hand. “Oh my god,” Danny whined, his teeth biting into his bottom lip as Roy lapped at him.

Roy went at him like he had never and would never be able to taste him again. His tongue was flat, swirling around and licking at Danny’s asshole. He played with the pressure he used on Danny. Heavy breaths and barely audible moans were the result of a light touch, writhing around and whimpering was the result of a bit (a lot) more force. Roy used his arm to steady Danny’s hips, his other hand moved between his own legs.

Danny was so beautiful. The sounds he made were incredible, and the way he reacted to Roy made Roy ache. He began stroking himself as his mouth worked on Danny. The vibrations from Roy’s gravely moans sent waves through Danny’s body. Shaggy hair shook out and stuck to a sweaty body as Danny threw his head back, mewling in ecstasy. Roy heard his name tumble from that gorgeous man’s lips, sending a heat through his abdomen and encouraging him to eat him out with a new ferocity.

Roy shook his head back and forth while keeping contact between his tongue and Danny’s hole for a new sensation. “Holy fuck, Roy,” Danny cried out. “Keep doing that—Fuck!” This man would never cease to amaze Danny. Their sex life never got boring or stale. Even after years of fucking, Roy would always surprise him. He always had some clever trick in his arsenal that would have Danny clutching the bed sheets until his knuckles turned white—Which they had.

A sudden change had Danny seeing stars. Roy slid his tongue in and out of him. His hand crashed down in the same place he spanked before, turning the rosey hand print into an angry red. Danny reached around to push Roy’s head further down. He was so lost in the moment he didn’t know what he was doing, but Roy happily allowed him to do it anyway.

He continued to open Danny up with his tongue, switching between penetration and gentle licks. Roy traced Danny’s rim, slipping back inside of him while Danny moaned and pawed at the hotel sheets. His hips started grinding against the bed for friction. A tremble came over his thighs. Seeing that, Roy knew Danny was more than ready for him. The man spit in Danny’s hole, making the younger groan and wiggle around for more contact that he never received.

Roy stood up in search for lube, though his mission was cut short as Danny had stood too and began ripping his fiancé’s clothing off. Danny tossed Roy’s tank top on the ground. His lips attacked Roy’s neck while his hands splayed over his chest. Roy’s head lulled back, tilting a bit to the side to give Danny better access. Danny smirked at how willing Roy was to give up control. To be vulnerable. To let Danny please him. Pale hands trailed down Roy’s stomach methodically. The muscles twitched and jumped under Danny’s touch. Roy hummed in approval.

It didn’t take long for Danny’s fingers to find the belt of Roy’s jeans. While lips kissed a tan chest he fiddled with the buttons and loops of his pants until they fell in a pool around his ankles. Danny dropped down to his knees, smugly smiling at the wet stain on Roy’s underwear. Danny’s pointer finger traced where it was, teasing his man’s cockhead. Roy gasped, his legs tensed up while his hips thrust into Danny’s touch. He couldn’t look down at him, knowing the cocky expression that was undoubtedly plastered on his face would make him choke.

Danny yanked Roy’s underwear down to be met by his gorgeous cock: Hard and leaking just for him. Danny licked his lips. He gripped the base before devouring him. All of Roy slid down Danny’s mouth until he hit the back of his throat. Danny gagged initially before adjusting to the size. His lips were completely stretched over Roy’s cock as he looked up at the older man. Roy swore Danny never looked as beautiful as he did right now. He began bopping his head up and down Roy’s shaft in a circular motion. Only the tip was left in when Danny pulled back. With a generous tongue, Danny lavished it with attention. He swirled all around, becoming neater in his movements when he wanted to focus on licking the top. Roy inhaled sharply as Danny’s tongue dipped into his slit. His hand tangled in Danny’s hair, tightening when he felt Danny’s tongue start a swiping motion.

“Shit,” Roy mumbled under his breath. Danny had taken Roy back in. His nose pressed against Roy’s stomach as he deepthroated him. “Dan,” Roy whined as tremors began to rake through his body. A laugh from the back of Danny’s throat made Roy’s head fall back and his balance stagger. His fingers combed through Danny’s hair affectionately. Danny cupped Roy’s balls, letting the heat from his palm get to Roy first before squeezing them just how he knew Roy liked it.

Despite the haze in Roy’s mind his hunger for Danny shone through. Roy tried to form a semblance of control, but utterly failed when a loud moan broke from his lips instead of the words he was attempting to say. “Where-where’s the lube, Dan?” Roy groaned through labored breathes. He needed Danny to stop before he came down his throat, but didn’t have the will power to make him. “Please, Danny.”

A string of spit followed when Danny pulled Roy out of his mouth. “Right there,” he pointed to the dresser. For once Roy was thankful for a tiny hotel room. He reached right over, grabbing the lube without having to move. When their eyes met Danny was leaning on his knees, the most innocent look and sweetest grin on his face while he lightly stroked Roy’s dick.

Roy reached down to cup Danny’s cheek. His thumb brushed the heated skin. “Such a little fuck,” He teased warmly. Danny snickered. It was exactly like Roy to break a moment like this just to joke with him. They both leaned in for a kiss. Roy guided Danny to stand up as their lips meshed together. His hands ran up Danny’s arms then down his back. He gripped Danny’s ass. One hand kneading the perfectly round cheek while the other slipped between to gently start massaging Danny’s hole.

“Let me,” Danny breathed. He picked up the bottle Roy had dropped on the floor while they were making out. Danny bit his bottom lip, looking Roy right in the eyes as he squirted lube on his hand. Roy’s mouth dropped when Danny started jerking him off with it. “That feel good?” Danny questioned with a smirk. His lips hovered over Roy’s. When Roy chased them for a kiss Danny backed away. “You’re amazing,” He kissed Roy’s neck instead. “So fucking sexy,” Danny praised with his lips dangerously close to Roy’s. He backed away again when Roy sought out a kiss, his lover whining at the deprivation; Which was all Danny wanted. “And all mine,” He crashed his lips against Roy’s. Desperate for him, Roy deepened the kiss immediately. His tongue pushed into Danny’s mouth, his hands held his face. Danny returned the passion Roy was kissing him with. “I love you,” Danny moaned against his lips.

“I love you too,” He grabbed at Danny, attempting to bring him closer than their two naked bodies pressing together. “I love you so much,” Roy panted. “I love you,” He became frantic in his actions. Trying to do everything he could to prove to Danny physically how much he loved him, as if chanting it against his lips wasn’t enough. “I can’t take this anymore,” Roy declared. “Bend over.” Darkness was all Danny saw in Roy’s eyes as his pupils were blown out. It made Danny’s mouth dry. He nodded his head like he was in a trace, bending over the bed like Roy said.

Roy swallowed down the hunger building inside of him at the sight of Danny’s hole on display. If he was religious he would stop right now to thank God for this man. Roy squirted more lube onto himself then onto Danny. He used his thumb to spread it on his fiancé, loving to see him squirm before he even did anything.

Roy adjusted Danny’s legs so he could position himself between them. Danny reached behind himself to hold himself open for Roy. The older man nearly melted at the sight. “You’re really trying to kill me aren’t you?” He sighed. Danny just shook his ass in Roy’s face; He took that as a yes.

Roy gripped his cock. “You’re good? You want this?” He pressed the head of his dick against Danny’s asshole.

The younger smiled with his tongue between his teeth while nodding. “Fuck yes.”

He glided inside of him, amazed at how easily Danny could take him now. Roy groaned, his eyes rolled back finally being surrounded by his lover. Roy gripped Danny’s hips. “You feel so good. You’re so good for me,” he rambled as he began slowly thrusting inside of Danny. The younger moaned as Roy started moving inside of him. He loved that familiar pressure of Roy filling him up.

“You can go faster, baby. I’m okay,” Danny gave Roy permission to skip the ‘warm up’ period. They were both as desperate as the other for Roy to start pounding into him.

“Let me know if you need to stop,” Roy said before slamming into Danny. Fast and hard was the pace; Clearly neither of them could hold off for anything less. Roy adjusted his angle until a high pitched yelp sounded from his fiancé. He focused his thrusting there, knowing he had found Danny’s prostate.

Roy’s fingers dug into Danny’s hips as his hammered away at him. Roy had never felt so desperate in his life. He wanted to feel every bit of Danny; Take as much of him as he could. Danny buried his face in the mattress as he bottomed out. Roy was fucking him with an intensity that he had never felt before, not even from Roy himself. “Oh my god,” Danny wanted to scream, but all that came out was a strangled whimper. “That’s so good! Fuck me, Roy.” Roy slapped Danny’s ass in the same spot as before. He watched as Danny’s body jumped from the hit and trembled at how it heightened his pleasure.

The pace became quicker. Danny couldn’t register anything that was going on beyond this moment. Tears welled in his eyes as Roy pounded against his prostate with each thrust, and with each thrust getting faster Danny could barely hold himself up. He was close to collapsing when he felt Roy’s hand pull his hair. His head snapped backwards with it. Roy holding his hair while he fucked him forced Danny to sit up a bit. His arms helped hold some of his weight, taking pressure off of his legs. “What good are those moans if I can’t hear you?” Roy growled. All the dirty talk made Danny’s balls throb. He moaned loudly for Roy, who showered him with praises once he did.

Bruises had to be forming under Roy’s fingertips. Every time his thrusts got harder his grip got tighter. The sound of their bodies smacking together echoed through the room, twirling around with their moans and whimpers. Roy was losing control. Danny had never been fucked so well in his life. Roy focused every bit of emotion he felt for Danny in his thrusting, and it started to get overwhelming for both of them.

“Ow!” Danny calling out in pain broke through every barrier between Roy and reality.

“Shit, Danny. I’m sorry,” He pulled out of his fiancé carefully. “Are you okay?” He rubbed Danny’s lower back. “Was I hurting you this whole time?”

“No, no,” Danny reassured him. “This whole time has been great. That one was just a little much.”

Roy knew he was getting carried away. “We’ll slow it down then,” He decided. He grabbed a blanket off of the bed, spreading it out across the floor. “Come,” he opened his arms for Danny as he sat down. Without question Danny followed him. His legs gave out, making him fall into Roy’s lap. The couple giggled together. “Are you okay?” Roy asked.

“Yeah,” Danny answered between laughs.

“You still wanna do this?”

“Of course,” Danny smiled at him. “I’m fine.” Roy wound an arm around Danny’s waist. He pulled him in closer, adjusting Danny so he was in a proper position. Danny threw his arms around Roy’s neck, leaning in to catch his lips in a kiss. Danny moaned at the taste of his lover’s mouth. “I love you.”

“I love you, Dan.” Roy returned. He was so thankful he grew out of thinking that telling someone you love them every five minutes was embarrassing. He didn’t know how the two of them would survive not saying it like clockwork. Roy grabbed his dick, rubbing it in the rut of Danny’s ass.

“There,” Danny let Roy know when he found his asshole. Roy slowly pushed inside of him. Quiet whimpers were let out into Roy’s mouth. He allowed Danny to control how much he wanted to take from that point. He didn’t want to risk hurting him again. Roy’s hand moved to the back of Danny’s neck as he deepened their kiss.

Danny sunk down on Roy’s cock. Both men moaning when his dick disappeared between them. Danny used his knees for leverage as he started moving up and down languidly. Roy groaned as his fingers pressed into Danny’s hot flesh. Taking cues from the pace Danny set for himself, Roy started thrusting up; Meeting him half way and making beautiful sounds tumble from his lips. Danny whined, moving his face to Roy’s shoulder as their bodies rocked in sync with each other.

Roy’s hands ran up and down Danny’s back lovingly. Feeling the wet skin as he just wanted to touch his lover’s body. Danny’s arms tightened around Roy. He buried his face in Roy’s neck, occasionally pressing kisses to the sensitive area. Roy sighed. Everything felt so peaceful with Danny in this moment. He wasn’t too fond of the thought of it ending. The older man kept his thrusts calm and lazy. Danny followed Roy’s lead, sticking to whatever pace he set.

Roy lifted Danny’s chin to kiss him. The excitement from the kiss had both Roy and Danny speeding up the pace without realizing it. A guttural moan escaped from Roy when Danny clenched around him. The younger bit his fiancé’s lip, tugging it with him before catching his lips in another kiss. Roy’s nails scratched down Danny’s shoulder blades. Danny threw his head back as he rode Roy’s dick. His skinny arms stayed wrapped around Roy’s neck so he wouldn’t fall.

Roy stared at Danny in reverence for him. He was so vibrant and beautiful. The sweat on his body made him glisten. His lips were red and kiss swollen. Parted in a pant and shining with spit. His face scrunched up adorably, and his hair was damp with sweat. Roy quickened his hips just to watch his fiancé bounce in his lap with each thrust.

Roy took his bottom lip between his teeth. He could feel the start of his own orgasm building. “Danny...” The way Roy whined his name let Danny know his lover was close to his climax.

“I got you, babe,” Danny kissed his dimple. He pushed on Roy’s shoulders, guiding him to lay down. With the last bit of strength in Danny’s body he began riding Roy, not allowing Roy to help at all. “I wanna do this for you,” he moaned. Danny’s ass bounced against Roy’s v-line each time he slammed down. Roy scrambled for Danny’s hands, lacing their fingers together when he found them.

Roy wanting to hold hands as they made love caused butterflies to erupt in Danny’s chest. He pinned Roy’s arms above his head, leaning on him for stability while keeping their fingers intertwined. Danny hovered over him. Roy gave his hands a gentle squeeze. Danny smiled and leaned down to kiss his forehead. “Love you,” Danny mused happily.

“Love you too, babygirl.”

His hands tightened around Danny’s. As his orgasm got closer Roy began thrusting up into Danny frantically. With all of his strength Danny slammed back down with as much force as Roy thrust up with. His eyes began to water again at the intensity. His own orgasm approaching caused him to pulse around Roy. It was just what Roy needed to be taken over the edge. His thighs trembled as he came inside of Danny’s asshole. His stomach muscles twitched and contorted. The power of his orgasm made his whole body convulse.

“Woah,” Danny looked on in awe. He could barely focus on the amazing feeling of Roy’s liquid filling him up as he was taken back by the sight of Roy’s release. “That was hot,” he praised, leaning down to kiss Roy’s lips and chest. Roy wasn’t coherent enough to kiss back. His hands rested on Danny’s hips when Danny let them go. He focused on getting his breathing back to a normal pace.

Danny pulled off of Roy, rolling over to lie next to him. Roy threw an arm around him. Danny cuddled under it. “Give me a minute, I’ll finish you off,” Roy assured. He was so sated from his own orgasm he didn’t want to move an inch.

“S’okay, whatever you wanna do,” Danny said simply. Roy just had a stunning orgasm that left Danny breathless while watching, he wasn’t focused much on himself right now. Roy kissed Danny’s forehead, his fingers brushed through his raven locks. Danny caught Roy’s eyes when he looked up at him. They smiled at each other before moving in for a kiss. Roy tilted Danny’s chin to adjust the angle, and soon he was pulling Danny on top of him.

Danny moaned when Roy sucked his bottom lip. He gently nipped the younger before letting go. “C’mere,” Roy instructed, guiding Danny to move forward. He stopped him when Danny was in the perfect position. Roy leaned up to pepper kisses to Danny’s stomach. He kissed around his navel, across his pelvis, and down his happy trail. Danny had slipped into a state of bliss. His eyes were closed as a faint smile painted his lips. Roy couldn’t believe what an angel he was.

The older man laid back down. Danny scooted closer to him. Their eyes locked, Roy nodded to give him the okay to continue. Danny gripped the base of his dick, bringing the head to Roy’s lips. He guided himself into Roy’s mouth. His heart thumped at the sight of Roy below him gagging on his cock. Roy moaned around him, Danny’s eyes rolled back at the vibration. “Fuck,” he mumbled to himself. It wouldn’t take much of this to get Danny off. He was on the brink beforehand, and his thighs were already quivering as Roy bobbed around him.

Danny grabbed a fistful of Roy’s hair, using it to direct Roy’s movements. He made Roy go faster, thrusting into his mouth as his orgasm started to build again. Roy reached up to stroke Danny’s balls with his fingertips. The younger moaned his lover’s name as his body began to shutter.

Danny thrust himself into Roy’s mouth wildly. The hand in his hair pulled him harshly with Danny’s movements. Roy moaned, gagged, and coughed around him. His own hands were grabbing at Danny’s ass, his nails digging into the delicate flesh. “I’m gonna cum,” Danny warned before shooting his load down Roy’s throat. His body tensed up, shivers hitting like waves through his muscles. Roy swallowed every bit, his tongue swirled around the tip to make sure he licked Danny clean.

Danny collapsed in Roy’s arms. Roy wrapped him up in a warm embrace. He brushed strands of hair out of Danny’s eyes, happy that he was allowed to give such pleasure to this gorgeous creature.

The two eventually moved back to their bed. The blanket they fucked on now twirled around them. “I’m gonna go take a shower,” Roy announced. Danny yanked him back down when he attempted to get up.

“Don’t leave me,” Danny whined like a sad child.

“I’m just gonna shower, babe. You don’t wanna, too?”

Danny shook his head, “I hate showering.”

Roy looked at him with a blank expression. “You have cum in your asshole.”

“I like your cum in my asshole.” Roy rolled his eyes, but Danny didn’t let go. “Cuddle me until I fall asleep,” he pouted. Roy could never say no to Danny. Besides, he was practically half asleep anyway. Roy crawled back into bed, taking Danny in his arms. Danny clung to Roy, flinging himself around him. Roy’s hand slipped into Danny’s hair. He began massaging his scalp, knowing all Danny needed to fall asleep was someone playing with his hair. The younger moaned at the contact, nuzzling his face into Roy’s chest.

Soon Danny was snoring. Like trying to get through security beams Roy contorted his way out of Danny’s grip, pushing the blanket into his arms so he’d have something to hold while Roy was showering.

Twenty minutes later Danny hadn’t moved from where Roy left him. His naked body wrapped around the blanket Roy put in his arms. Roy didn’t have as much luck with sleep as his fiancé did. He stayed up for most of the night. At one point he got so bored he actually woke Courtney up via texts to harass her into teaching him how to make a boomerang. He took one of Danny lying in bed fast asleep, wrote can’t sleep on the video, and posted it to Adore’s Instagram story. Roy chuckled to himself thinking about Adore’s fans trying to figure out how she posted that.

Roy took another one just for them. One of him kissing Danny’s forehead as he slept. He saved it to Danny’s phone for him to find whenever he would.

——

“Honey, I’m home,” Roy called out as he entered their hotel room. He tossed his coat on the floor by the door. Just one of the less desirable habits of Danny’s that he had picked up over time.

“In here,” Danny yelled from the bathroom. Roy made his way to him, the sight in the bathroom struck a terror through his soul. The whole place was covered in red. The sink, the counter, the mirror, the floors, the shirt his fiancé was wearing. Danny turned around and it made Roy go pale. The red stained his arms all the way up to his elbows. “Hi, Willow,” Danny greeted cheerfully as if nothing was wrong.

Roy grabbed Danny’s wrists to inspect him with wide eyes and a racing heart. “Danny, baby, what happened?” Roy spoke frantically. He cupped his cheek where there was a splatter of red.

“I’m dyeing my wig.” Roy’s face changed from soft eyes and a concerned look to an unamused expression. He dropped his hand from Danny’s face. “What?” Danny followed him out into the room.

“Don’t you already have a red wig?” Roy questioned, deciding to bypass the fact he thought Danny had severed an artery.

“Yeah, but I didn’t bring that one. I thought I would use the pink wig for Ariel, but then I fell down a YouTube hole. Now my blonde wig’s red!” Danny was so pleased with himself it was actually pretty cute.

Roy chuckled, “So you have a red wig, but decided to dye the blonde wig that I bought you red?”

“Yeah. I can buy another blonde wig.”

“But I bought you that one. It was a nice, expensive wig.”

“You can buy me another one then!” Roy groaned. “Stop being a crab,” Danny teased. He moved to sit on Roy’s lap, bopping his lose with a finger that had extra dye on it. “How was the show? Did Courm talk through it? She always talks through everything.”

“You guys have that in common,” Roy mumbled. “It was good. We got to go backstage and meet her,” Roy said with a smile.

“That’s sick, babe! Did anything else happen?”

“Other than that it was a regular show. I mean it was amazing, but that was the cherry on top.”

Danny grinned at how Roy was beaming. Sometimes it was difficult to get Roy to talk about the things he liked. When he did it was utterly adorable. “I’m glad you had fun, babe,” Danny kissed his cheek. “I have to finish dyeing my wig, and you,” Danny poked his chest, “should get some sleep before the show tomorrow.” They kissed each other goodnight before parting incase Roy fell asleep before Danny was done. “Oh, wipe the dye off your nose before you go to bed,” Danny giggled before running into the bathroom.

“What?” Roy wiped his nose to find a dye stain on the back of his hand. “You little fuck!” He yelled. Roy heard Danny cackling from the bathroom.

—— Adore and Bianca walked hand and hand into Courtney’s dressing room where they had all decided to meet when they were done getting ready.

Courtney and Darienne shared a look before Courtney rolled on top of her. The blonde simulated riding Darienne while they both started moaning obnoxiously in an exaggerated tone.

“Oh, Roy, that feels so good! Fuck me! Fuck me!” Courtney took on the task of mimicking Danny.

“Shit, Danny! You’re so amazing! Dan, baby!” Darienne took on the task of mimicking Roy.

“I love you,” Courtney whined in an annoyingly high pitched voice.

“I love you more, baby,” Darienne made kissy faces at Courtney while smacking her ass.

Bianca just rolled her eyes at the pair. She didn’t appreciate the mocking, but it was all in good fun. The day Bianca Del Rio made a fuss about a silly joke was the day she quit drag and started her career knitting scarfs on Etsy.

“You guys are assholes,” Adore chuckled along with them. She wasn’t one to be shy about her sexuality.

“From what we heard I’m surprised you’re walking with the beating yours took,” Darienne couldn’t help herself. Adore covered her open mouth. She was stuck between being shocked and rolling on the floor cackling. Her eyes shifted over towards Bianca who had completely detached herself from the situation. She sat in a folding chair in a corner of the room while scrolling through her phone. Adore walked over to her and gave her shoulders a comforting squeeze.

“You guys talk a lot during sex. Is that some new kink the kids are into?” Darienne really, really could not help herself from continuing.

“Don’t shame them!” Courtney smacked her arm. She turned her attention to the couple, “Communication is key during sex. It’s not only sweet, but necessary how many times you checked on Dorey. I’m proud of you guys,” Courtney said like the overbearing, yet well meaning mother she was.

Bianca shot her a look of disgust, “What the fuck? Did you guys listen to us the whole time?”

Courtney nodded her head. “With our ears pressed to the wall,” Darienne said.

“Don’t do that again.”

“Yeah, that’s actually really uncomfortable,” Adore backed Bianca up though she didn’t necessarily care herself.

The two threw their hands up in defeat.

“Sorry.”

“Our bad.”

——

Thank you for being a friend…

Adore bounced around backstage, the adrenaline from the show still coursing through her veins. When Bianca walked in from behind the curtain Adore jumped into her arms. Bianca embraced her warmly. “I suppose you had fun,” Bianca said as she patted Adore on the back. A smile still plastered on her own face.

Adore was so ramped up she still hopped in place as Bianca held her. Courtney and Darienne walked pass without a second glance. They were much too used to the couple by now to be phased by their affection. “That was fucking awesome! I haven’t enjoyed a show like that in a while.” Adore broke away from their hug to start walking back to the dressing rooms. Bianca grabbed her hand, holding it tightly and gently tugging her back a few steps so they could walk side by side.

“I had fun too,” Bianca agreed. “It felt more comfortable than usual.”

“No shit,” Adore was quick in her response. “You held my hand a lot,” She teased, waving their joined hands in the air.

“I did,” Bianca said nonchalantly.

“And you pretended to fuck me…And,” Adore said with more of an inflection in her tone, “you joked about fucking me.”

“I did that as well.”

“Even after getting all pouty when Courm and Darienne did it,” Adore poked Bianca’s cheek.

Bianca shrugged, “It helps if I do it. If I do, they can’t.”

Adore nodded. She understood how that made sense. “What do you think the fans are gonna think?”

“I don’t think I care what anybody might think.”

—— Roy held Danny’s hand as he took off his makeup. Danny had decided to wear his face for a bit longer. “We have to sleep on the bus tonight,” Roy reminded him.

“I hate the bus.”

“I know you do. Do you think we’ll both be able to squeeze into one bunk?” Roy didn’t want to miss out on the opportunity to sleep in the same bed as his fiancé. Their schedules had gotten so hectic lately they were lucky to spend a full twenty four hours together.

“Probably. You’re tiny, Roy. You don’t take up much space.”

——

“I hate the bus,” Danny sighed as he approached theirs.

“I know, babe,” Roy rubbed his shoulder.

They climbed up the short staircase into the bus and stored away their luggage. Danny pushed back a bed curtain, “They look like a decent size. If we squish together we should be able to fit.”

“You guys can not have sex on this bus,” Courtney said in passing. “We’re gonna be right next to you!”

“Yeah, no shitting or fucking on the bus,” Darienne added.

“Fuck you guys! It was okay when you had your ear pressed up to the wall listening to us,” Roy shot back.

“Yeah, fuck off!” Danny laughed. “Who could even fuck in these tiny ass beds anyway?” He rolled his eyes, turning his attention back to his fiancé. “Get in, let’s see if we can make this happen.”

Roy climbed into the bunk. “It is pretty roomy.” He held out a hand for Danny to take as he crawled in.

“Oh, yeah. This is fine.” Danny laid down. Roy had to situate himself a bit. Once he did he ended up in the perfect position to lay his head on Danny’s chest while being cuddled. His eyes began to grow heavy. His hand was under Danny’s shirt rubbing his stomach.

“I’m gonna go to sleep, Dan,” He mumbled, his journey to slumber already in motion.

“Goodnight, Willow,” Danny kissed him on the forehead. He rested his chin on Roy’s head, shutting his eyes and attempting to get some sleep on this bumpy ride himself.

——

Bianca stood behind Adore in their dressing room, brushing through her long pink wig. She pretended that she was helping her get ready, but Adore had been done for last twenty minutes. Bianca just wanted an excuse to touch her. She noticed her fiancé staring down at her engagement ring with a look of sadness, spinning it around on her finger. “Is something wrong?” Bianca asked nervously.

Her words shook Adore out of her thoughts. “What?” Adore looked up at Bianca. She shook her head when she realized what she was asking. “Oh, no, I just…,” Adore trailed off, beginning to fiddle with her ring again. She didn’t want to sound stupid, but she knew Bianca would never make her feel that way. “I hate having to take it off. It feels wrong.”

Bianca sat down in the chair next to her, taking her hand in hers. “Babe, look at me,” Bianca waited for Adore to look her in the eyes. “Do you want to tell our fans that we’re engaged?”

“Hell no,” Adore shot that idea down as quickly as Bianca proposed it. She sighed seeing Bianca’s expression fall. “I didn’t mean it like that. I don’t want people to know. We’ve made it this far this smoothly because we’re quiet about it. I don’t want people to know, but I wish they did. I wanna be able to wear my ring,” Adore’s tone dripped in defeat.

Bianca squeezed her hand. “It doesn’t matter if they know, Danny. We do. We know, and that’s all that’s important.” Adore smiled weakly at her. She appreciated her fiancé trying to make her feel better, but it didn’t help.

“C’mon cunts! Showtime’s in ten minutes!” Courtney called into their dressing room.

Adore slid her ring off of her finger. “Showtime,” She said dryly before dropping it into a lock and key jewelry box.

—— “We’re engaged!” Bianca screamed at Adore on stage. Adore’s eyes widened. She held back the enormous smile attempting to break out on her face.

Adore didn’t know what to do or how to react; So she wrapped her entire body around Bianca’s from behind. In hindsight that only made the situation look more suspicious, but if Bianca could be as bold as she had been on stage Adore hugging her wouldn’t do much damage. —— “What the hell was that?” Adore slapped Bianca playfully on the arm when they got backstage.

“You said you wanted people to know without them really knowing, so…”

Adore’s mouth dropped. She couldn’t believe Bianca would go out on an edge like that just to make her feel better. It was perfect, too. Nobody knew if Bianca was completely joking, or joking because she was completely serious. Adore threw her arms around Bianca’s neck, pressing a kiss to her cheek. “You’re the absolute best, B.”

—— Danny had a solo show to be at on their day off. Roy spent the night drinking and missing him. As Adore was getting ready her phone started to blow up with notifications

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I mizss yowu

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 owhen are ydou comiong bacsk

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 ?

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 No funm wkithout youi

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 :(

Danny giggled at his phone. How lucky was he to have a fiancé who when they got drunk only thought about telling him how much they missed him?

Danny ❤️ It’s only been half a day baby

Danny ❤️ I’ll be back in a few hours okay?

Danny ❤️ I love you I miss you too 💗

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 No coyme bcak nnow plebase t

Danny frowned at the ‘please’. Roy was so adorable.

Danny ❤️ Three more hours and I’ll be on my way

Danny ❤️ Are you still out?

Danny ❤️ Make Courtney or Darienne take you back to the bus to sleep a little

Danny ❤️ I think you might be a bit too drunk babe

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Okya

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 I loove yoku

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Cone bzack soon

Danny ❤️ I‘m coming right back after this show my love

Danny ❤️ Get some rest I’ll wake you up when I get back 💚

Husband 🌸💛💍💕 Ghoofnight

——

That was a wrap. The ABCD tour had ended. Roy and Danny went out to celebrate and spend time together before Roy had to start press for his next show. They pounded back shot after shot. Occasionally one would pull the other into a hidden corner of the club or a bathroom stall for a makeout session. Roy had a few too many drinks over his limit by the time they were making last call.

The couple clasped hands so they wouldn’t get separated in the large crowd pouring out of the bar. Unfortunately, their efforts had failed. Danny was no where to be found when Roy managed to stumble outside. Scared, confused, and most of all drunk, Roy started crying. “Danny?!” He sobbed, calling out for the man. In his altered state losing Danny was much more dramatic than it actually was. He thought he’d never see him again. That Danny had been whisked away in some Taken-style ambush which Roy was in no condition to Liam Neesan his way out of it.

Roy frowned. The wind blowing against tears streaming down his face made his cheeks cold. He plopped down onto the ground, leaning up against a potted plant. “Dan?!” Roy yelled for his fiancé again. He didn’t know what he was gonna do without Danny. How was he suppose to gather the will to get up from this spot knowing he’d never see—

“Roy?!” The older man perked up when he heard Danny’s voice. “Roy!” The sound got closer and soon Danny was standing in front of him. Roy’s eyes lit up. He reached out for Danny, who immediately helped him off of the dirty street. Danny secured an arm tightly around Roy’s waist to keep him from falling. “Baby, why are you crying?” Danny brushed his tears away. Red flashed before Danny’s eyes; His hands balled into fists instinctively. “Did someone hurt you? Is that why you were on the ground?” He began working himself up into an angry frenzy. Danny examined Roy’s face for any budding bruises or cuts. “I’ll fucking kill them. Who was it?” He looked out into the sea of people still buzzing around the bar. “Do you see them?”

Roy looked at him as if he had grown two heads. “No! I thought I lost you forever,” Roy slurred out an explanation, burying his face in Danny’s chest as he hugged him tighter.

“Oh,” Danny only had a split second to feel silly before he started comforting his fiancé. “I’m here. You were never gonna lose me,” Danny rubbed a soothing hand over his back. Roy was smashed. Danny had a few drinks, but thankfully for Roy’s sake he hadn’t reached anywhere near his level. Danny scooped Roy up in his arms bridal style without any trouble. “Let’s get you back to the hotel, yeah?” Roy nodded. Danny kissed him on the head.

“I’m gonna sleep here,” Roy said as Danny started walking. He leaned his head against Danny’s shoulder, closing his eyes for rest. Danny smiled down at him.

It was a short walk to the hotel, filled with a lot less stares than Danny expected carrying around a grown man passed out in his arms. The front desk gave him a bit of trouble, but once he showed the woman working their matching tattoos, engagement video, and Courtney running down in a bath towel to vouch for them she let them upstairs with a promise that she would be checking in on them at some point to make sure everything was okay.

Danny laid Roy down in bed carefully. He started untying his shoes and pulling them off when Roy woke up. “Hey, Mr. I can do all these shots my tolerance level is higher than you,” Danny teased, keeping his voice low and soft.

Roy groaned. Still just as drunk as he was before, looking at Danny caused him to burst into tears. Danny’s face fell as quickly as Roy’s breakdown came on. He crawled up the bed, wrapping Roy’s entire body in his arms and moving him to sit in his lap. “My love, calm down,” Danny rocked him back and forth. He treated Roy as if he was trying to comfort a child having a tantrum (little did he know he would be doing just that with their own kids in a few years time) since he assumed all of this was brought on by the alcohol. “What’s wrong, Roy? You have to tell me what’s wrong so I can make it better,” Danny cooed to him, combing his fingers through Roy’s short hair a few times.

“I’m gonna miss you,” Roy managed to get out between sobs and hiccuping.

“Willow, you’re drunk,” Danny tried to reassure him. “You’ll feel better when you sleep this off.” It just upset him further. Roy pushed Danny away from him.

“No! It’s not that! I miss you all the time. Everyday,” Roy’s crying grew heavier. “I never get to hold you or kiss you. I never get to hug you when I want to hug you. I wanna hug you! I wanna wake up and you’re right,” Roy drunkly slapped the opposite side of the bed, “there. I wanna talk to you, not to a stupid phone on stupid FaceTime. I wanna hold your hand while we wear our rings.”

Sure, if Roy was sober he’d be making a more eloquent argument, but Danny was brought to tears by the end of it nonetheless. There was nothing Danny could do to make it better. Everything Roy listed off couldn’t be fixed without a career change and mirrored how Danny often felt himself. He laced his fingers with Roy’s. “I know. I miss you too,” He said sadly. “But we’ve made this work for years. We’re Roy and Danny. Bianca and Adore. We’re not gonna let anything break us up, or make us feel like what we have isn’t special and worth fighting through all that shit to have it. We’re together forever, asshole,” Danny squeezed his hand, pressing a kiss to the back of it. “You’re stuck with me,” Danny smiled at his fiancé, managing to get a smile in return.

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This Old Dog - Part 6 Preview

IT 2017 - Reddie - 31,324 words - WIP

Eternal Sunshine of the Spotless Mind AU

Sorry that I haven’t updated in a while, guys! Things have been so chaotic with work and my mental health that I simply haven’t been in the right place to finish this. It just brings up such intense emotions for me.

As a big sorry for being on hiatus, and a big thank you for waiting up for me, here is a preview of Part 6 that is coming out later this week! Second to last part until the story is over. Hope you enjoy.

This was the first time Eddie had painted Richie.

Eddie is laying on his stomach on his living room floor. Richie is above him on the couch, completely naked and in a delicate pose. Richie lays on his side, head turned away from Eddie so that he can see Richie’s profile. A white sheet is draped across the couch and it beautifully contrasts Richie’s dark curls.

It was almost an hour ago now that Richie had finally agreed to be painted by Eddie. They had created art together a dozen times before, but Eddie just sitting and painting Richie was something intimate and intimidating that neither of them had agreed to do yet- until now. While they bickered for the first twenty minutes, Richie constantly either fidgeting, changing positions, or cracking some stupid remark. Eddie was getting pissed while Richie was reveling in the negative attention. It was only when Eddie was frustrated to near tears, telling Richie to forget about the whole thing, that he finally settled down and held a pose for Eddie to recreate.

Eddie did not consider himself to be the most creative person alive, despite how artistically inclined he knew he was. He was always looking for specific references, colors, poses. He could never quite get the image he was wanting to create out of his head. Because of this setback to his imagination, Eddie always settled with still life or realism.

It was only when Eddie met Richie (of course after he graduated from all of his art studies classes) that true inspiration sparked within him. He wanted to do nothing else besides illustrate each one of Richie’s thousand expressions. Wanted to get the two crooked teeth in his mouth just right. Tried his best to put each freckle right where they belonged. Eddie continued to work silently, his eyes occasionally lingering on the side of Richie’s face for far longer than necessary. Richie tried his best to stifle a grin every time he felt Eddie’s gaze on his bare body. Richie loved the attention, being allowed to speak or not, he was getting what he wanted.

This was also, officially, their first comfortable silence. There was almost always some sort of noise filling their silence, whether it be the record player or Richie’s own mouth, but today was different. Eddie had forgotten to turn on music when he finally got to working on his piece. Once Richie finally got comfortable enough to stay still for a pose, he found that he didn’t have anything clever enough to say to break Eddie’s concentration. All that was heard was soft rain drops kissing the glass of the window. It was all so intimate and fragile, this moment. They both didn’t say a word, just trusted the other with helping create this piece of art.

Eddie was finished with his painting now, but enjoyed the perfectly still beauty that was Richie’s body. While he was thin, nearly skeletal despite his lean muscle, he had the paleness and grace of a Michelangelo sculpture. All Richie’s angles were sharp and masculine. His pecs were softly outlined by the light from the side table lamp, and his dark hair began at his belly button and thickened around his flaccid cock.

Something warm stirred in Eddie’s belly as he admired, but it died back down when he finally looked up to Richie’s face and was surprised to see Richie was already looking back at him. His dark eyes bore back into Eddie’s skull and he felt a warm blush spread across his face and chest.

Richie had noticed that Eddie was done painting and chanced a look at him. What Richie found was a wide-eyed artist, basking in his first ever muse. Richie almost had the decency to feel embarrassed, all exposed and vulnerable in front of Eddie’s hungry eyes, but he didn’t look away from the man’s gaze. Richie gazed right back.

“I’m, uh… I’m finished with it.” Eddie said lamely, finally shying away from Richie’s stare. Here he was, fully clothed and protected, but he still felt completely naked and open under Richie’s powerful eyes. It wasn’t fair. Richie still managed to be dominant and intimidating, despite Eddie knowing just how much of a dork he actually was. Richie was filled with so many layers and Eddie didn’t think he would ever be able to get to the center of him. A mystery of a man that Eddie was destined to forever try to solve.

“Will you show it to me?” Richie asked, voice slightly hoarse from being unused for the better part of an hour.Eddie shyly flipped the canvas around so that Richie could see his finished work. Eddie looked up at Richie through his long eyelashes. Richie’s dick twitched at the sight.

The small canvas was packed full of stippling and delicate lines. Richie’s curls held so much detail you could nearly count each singular strand of hair. Eddie’s attention span was something that Richie always admired, but he had no idea just how much information Eddie’s eyes actually retained. Richie felt his breath leave his lungs and he was stuck there, completely shell shocked and in awe.

The painting was exceptionally gorgeous, bursting with passion and love for its subject. Even Richie could feel its enormous and impactful message: Eddie thought he was beautiful. The most beautiful man that could be painted, freckles and crooked teeth and acne scars and all. Eddie didn’t think he would ever be able to do him justice.

“Thank you,” Richie said, and all of a sudden he felt wetness fall on to his cheeks. He didn’t notice that he had not only been shocked into silence, but tears as well. “Thank you, Spaghetti.”

Eddie looked troubled and crawled the foot or two to the couch where Richie sat. He wiped the tears off of Richie’s face and stared at him with an equally hard and tender expression, eyebrows knitted together.

“What is it, Rich? What is making you cry?” He whispered. Eddie had never seen Richie like this.

“I’m just really happy. This is really beautiful. You made me beautiful, somehow.” Richie says through a few cracks in his voice, all joking and tease completely vacant from his inflections. He was very serious.

“I just tried to recreate what was in front of me, Richie. I didn’t make you up in my head. You’re just that beautiful.” Eddie says, staring up into Richie’s wet eyes.

Richie cracks a huge crooked-toothed smile, and it makes one last tear fall from his eyes.

“Wow, Spaghetti Man, you really just made a grown man cry with a painting. That had never happened to me before.” Richie begins, and Eddie finds himself falling in love with this man, totally infatuated, head over heels. That feeling is only reinforced when Richie finished what he was saying, making him groan in annoyance

“I guess I’m just that good of a model, amirite?” Richie says, letting an obnoxious cackled escape his mouth as he crawls onto the floor next to Eddie.

They share a kiss. The sound of rain is the only thing that fills the room once again.

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💏!!! 👀

Maybe for a kiss…? // ACCEPTING

36. …to give up control.

They had kissed before. The circumstances were difficult, so they didn’t have the chance to…talk. Both hadn’t known how to approach the other about it, how to bring up the topic. Though now that they were spending time together again, sharing a quiet, hushed conversation about meaningless nothings, he had started staring at some point. From there, Kokichi had subconsciously decided to say fuck it, especially since he felt like Shuichi was trying his best to gather up the courage to say something.

So, with an awfully serious expression on his face, he let his body be driven by an urge. While he scooted closer, his breath sped up and his heart started thumping in his chest. Kokichi gazed into Shuichi’s pale hues as if he were searching for something. After placing his hands on the detective’s shoulders, he slowly slid his arms around them. Carefully, he pulled him into a warm, secure embrace, and despite the rapid beating of his heart, he exhaled in relief.

Shuichi felt so warm against his body, he made him feel so safe. Unspoken words were hanging heavy in the air, but not uncomfortably so - more as if they were pressing them closer together. Did he want this? If he were to be honest once in his life, he was scared. A mixture of sweet comfort, faithful belonging and nervous fear made his head spin with emotions he didn’t know how to deal with.

Kokichi was in charge. As a leader, he was always in charge of his feelings, his mind, his wishes and his problems. If he wanted to achieve something, he’d do so. If he wanted to hide, play around, run, laugh and pretend, he granted himself the unlimited freedom to do as he pleased. If he was in charge, it meant always staying strong for himself, taking the burden with pride and confidence.

But it was all connected to the crushing fear of showing vulnerability in front of anyone, of trusting and being betrayed. Of what he wanted to stay invisible and hidden from sight. The mere thought of it made him feel weak and he hated it, he hated it passionately. That wasn’t what he wanted to be or be seen as.

But with Shuichi, he felt his invisible grasp around the threads that kept his mind on track slip away between his fingers. Everything got clouded by strong wishes, Shuichi got his head messed up. Sometimes the urge grew so strong that he wanted to let go entirely and just run after his feelings, be courageous and brave and embrace what his heart was calling for.

This wouldn’t pose a problem, if it wasn’t for… the lingering expectation of Shuichi meeting him half-way. Their chests were pressed snug together as they were holding each other in silence, so close that Kokichi was sure Shuichi could feel his heart pounding in his chest, just like he could feel Shuichi’s.

“Shumai….”

As if he couldn’t help it, Shuichi’s name slipped from his tongue in form of a quiet sigh. Kokichi’s grasp around the detective automatically tightened as if the hug was his lifeline.

He realised it. If he was going through with this, Shuichi might accept him, he might reciprocate, and that thought was almost as scary as being rejected. Letting loose of control and offering it to the one he held feelings for was terrifying.

But when he felt Shuichi’s hand thread through his hair in a reaffirming gesture, he decided the risk was more than worth taking. Ever so slowly, he leaned back so the other could see the determined expression on his face and the tinge of pink on his cheeks. Kokichi let out a shaky exhale as his fingers carefully cupped Shuichi’s cheeks, giving him the chance to move away as he was closing the distance between them. But when nothing happened, Kokichi took the sign and leaned in, his eyes fluttering shut.

Time stood still as he carefully brushed his lips against Shuichi’s, the tender touch sending a shiver down his spine and the other’s breath warming his skin. When Shuichi returned the gesture, holding him close as if he didn’t want to let go anytime soon, it spurred Kokichi to grow more courageous. Their kiss was snug, shy and careful, inexperienced, but warm with feelings.

Once they parted, Kokichi found himself staring into a sea of gentle grey. Long lashes against two twinkling stars, a deep crimson blush on pale skin and soft cheeks framed by black hair. It shattered something inside of him. Without thinking about it, a smile started tugging on his lips and he could feel a hearty, soft laughter bubbling up from the base of his stomach. The spark also lighted up Shuichi’s eyes, and without being able to help it, he wrapped his arms around Shuichi’s neck and smiled.

“…my beloved Shumai never fails to excite me. I feel happy and it’s all thanks to you, you know…? I don’t want you to let go of me…”

If letting go of control felt this peaceful, maybe he could get used to the thought.

Something told him Shuichi would treat it right.

#ahogedetective #💡【 uso dayo || answered 】#🥟【 mystery suite || oumasai 】#...uhm....uuhhh...#no I dont have an excuse as to why it is so long #forgive me #im a trashy shipper

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PART FOUR:

TEMPTATION

“...And the LORD God took the man and put him into the garden of Eden, and commanded the man, saying, ‘Of every tree of the garden thou mayest freely eat - but of the tree of the knowledge of good and evil, thou shalt not eat of it: for in the day that thou eatest thereof thou shalt surely die…’

Now the serpent was more subtle than any beast of the field which the LORD God had made, and he said unto the woman, ‘Yea, hath God said, Y shall not eat of every tree of the garden?

And the woman said unto the serpent, ‘We may eat of the fruit of the trees of the garden, but of the fruit of the tree which is in the midst of the garden, God hath said, Ye shall not eat of it, neither shall ye touch it, lest ye die.’

And the serpent said unto the woman, ‘Ye shall not surely die. For God doth know that in the day ye eat thereof, then your eyes shall be opened, and ye shall be as gods, knowing good and evil.’

And when the woman saw that the tree was good for food, and that it was pleasant to the eyes, and a tree to be desired to make one wise, she took of the fruit thereof, and did eat, and gave also unto her husband with her, and he did eat.

And the eyes of them both were opened, and they knew that they were naked.”

-God tells lies. Eat up.

***

Infante had everything done to his leg that was possible at the late hour in which help reached it. The medic said if the bite had been more toxic, she’d see a lot more necrosis, and it could have caused damage throughout the body through his blood stream. But Abraham wasn’t convinced it had so little effect.

“A magic creature will have magic properties. The bite’s effects might not be measurable through science.”

The medic turned away, clearly very annoyed that such nonsense was apparently real - and because of that, she couldn’t call bullshit on it.

Park said, “What could it mean then?”

“I need to know, sir.”

Abraham said, “Well, I think about The Hobbit, about the wound in Smaug’s side.”

The medic shot a finger at him. “OK, biblical shit is going on, but twentieth century fiction is NOT going to be real. What the fuck is next? Smurfs? David the Gnome? Care Bears?”

“I will have you detained for insubordination, Specialist.”

She walked out.

Infante said, “Eh… What do you mean?”

Abraham was distracted from his command issue for the moment. ”Oh, I mean at the very least, you have a vulnerability now. Like Achilles. Watch out for your inner thigh, Sergeant.”

“Thank you, sir.”

The man left Park and Infante alone in the infirmary.

Infante was in a hospital gown, laying on a gurney with the head end elevated. Park stood beside him. He started to notice again how grimy he was from the days of exertion.

“We both need to be cleaned up. I’m jealous of your leg for getting that hydrogen peroxide bath.”

Infante looked at his own arms, let them fall at his sides. “You’re right, sir.”

“Ji-hyung.”

“Ji-hyung, I’m sorry. I’ve been so intense about all this stuff happening, it’s got me feeling gung-ho, military. But I’m a cop too.”

“You’re a man too. We all have our pride, our tendency to jump into a fight. But this situation has me feeling very different. Maybe it’s because I’m older.”

“You’re not old.”

“Thanks, I know. It’s offensive to seniors to have someone like me complaining about that at forty-one. But I just feel so… fragile. It’s almost like a calmness, and that’s got its uses. But I don’t feel like much of a man right now.”

“Ji-hyung, it’s alright. You’re a great man. You helped keep Hilltop safe, you came and saved me. You killed a minotaur?”

“I got knocked out in the process… Iphigenia says it lived. I don’t know if I believe her.”

“She’s full of shit. Anyways...” Infante let his head roll back, looked off at the ceiling. “Every man is different. Some people would say I’m less of a man because of who I am, but you can’t let that get you.”

“Uh… What do you mean?” Park’s voice was quiet.

Infante answered him quietly. “I’m gay. It doesn’t bother me.” He looked Park in the eyes.

Park’s face flushed, his eyes unfocused, and he did a half turn on his heels. He’d been so interested in saving Jamie, but hadn’t thought about the full depth of those feelings. Was this the answer?

“Are you OK, Ji-hyung?”

“Uh… I think so. I’m sorry, yes. I’m fine. How waterproof do you think this is?” He tapped the patch over Infante’s snake bite.

“Oh? It’s that plastic stuff. I think it’s water resistant, at least.”

“Let’s get cleaned up, man.”

As Infante stood up, Park could see his bare backside through the opening in the gown. He didn’t need the light to tell him what was going on now.

The cops walked out into the hall, headed to the stairs, down to the second floor. There were fewer guards there, less chance of running into Abraham, but someone had removed all the doors from their hinges.

Park picked one out, in the middle, far as possible from the guard posts. They went inside. It was a pre-furnished but uninhabited unit. No clothes to raid. But there were towels they could wrap themselves with afterward. Ironically Park didn’t have the foresight to get them clothes or soap, which meant one decorative bar between them. He tossed it to Infante.

“The longer you stay dirty, the more chance you get an infection. Right?”

Infante smiled wryly. “If you say so, sir.”

He took off the loose, short robe easily, standing fully nude in front of Park. “What are your orders?”

“I don’t outrank you...” his lips were parted as his mind began to lose a grip on the canned response he was giving, “you’re… still on that?”

“You outranked me on Hilltop.” He folded his hands behind his back, making his penis bounce. “Best to keep a sensible chain of command.”

Park was bright red, face etched in a very stiff smile. He was losing control of his face, of everything. He looked past Infante to the doorless bathroom entrance, thought of sounds bouncing through the rooms, to the halls.

Infante started to look disappointed and Park snapped out of it. “You’re right, Sergeant. Get in the shower.”

He smiled and got in, walked toward the end with the shower head. He was standing closer now to Park, who was sitting on the toilet. He drew the clear plastic curtain between them.

“Could you hand me a washcloth, sir?”

“Just pay attention to what you’re doing. Eyes forward. You need to focus, Sergeant.”

“Yes sir.”

Park stood up and started taking off his clothes. “Go ahead and run the shower. I’ll bring you the washcloth in a moment.”

“Yes sir.”

Park looked down at his own throbbing penis. How had he missed that? He stepped into the shower behind Infante, walked close. Then he dropped the cloth on his shoulder. “As requisitioned. You’d better get clean, Sergeant. We’re depending on you.”

“Yes sir.” He quickly soaped up the rag, still facing the shower head, not looking back at Park. Then he began to wash himself, posing this way and that, showing off the flex of his muscles. He was shorter than Park, but had a much more heroic-looking build. He had that diamond shape.

Park wished he wasn’t so filthy himself, so he could start messing around. But touching himself felt grimy. It was no good. “I’ll need to go next.”

“I’m just about done, sir.”

“Good man.”

Park watched the show, going crazy.

At last, Infante turned around. His face was stubbly but he kept himself tight enough that a few days off regimen he still looked well-kempt. His eyes were bright with long lashes. His lips were a darkish pink. “Your turn.”

They both had to turn sideways for Park to step past, and their dicks bounced across each other. Park breathed on him, before remembering his breath was surely not great.

Then he was in front, facing the shower head. Infante was behind him. He soaped up the rag, started working it over his body. He was in too much of a hurry to make a show of it, and knew he didn’t have a prime physique for show anyway. He was fit enough, but never tried to keep it tight. Still, he knew he had a decent looking face, and surely that would count for something, if he could get clean.

“You need help sir?”

“Oh. Oh, I gues-” He remembered he had a character to play. “Yes, Sergeant. You think you know how to get me clean?”

“I can help, sir. May I?”

“Permission granted.” Park put the washcloth on his shoulder, still wrapped around the soap, and put his arms up on either side of the shower head. He waited, wondering.

Infante took the cloth off his shoulder and did something Park couldn’t see. Then he felt hands on his sides. Maybe Infante didn’t mind a softer kind of man after all.

Park shivered in excitement. Then he tried to get back his character. “You’d better be ready to put in that work. I wanna be clean enough to eat off of.”

“Yes sir.”

Infante had gotten a lot of soap on his hands and soft but firmly rubbed it up and down Park’s body. He had to step closer to reach around, his penis moved between Park’s legs and out again, teasing him.

Then he worked his hands into Park’s hair. Park could almost forget he was in a sexual encounter, as his hair had been especially disgusting, and the sensation of the soap and water freeing it from the grime was ecstatic. He gasped, inaudible below the sound of water dumping on them.

Then Infante went back to his body, rubbing slippery hands all over his ass, reaching through for a moment and stroking Park’s balls just once.

“Uh… Oh… You need to be a professional, Sergeant, haha...”

“I’m sorry, sir. You have to turn around so I can finish.”

“Very well.” He turned to face Infante, his erection sliding across his hairy belly to rest in his navel. “How’s this?”

Infante looked up at him with a tender expression. “That’ll do.”

They kissed, tempted to kiss deeply, but pulling back because they both needed to brush their teeth. Park moved his lips next to Infante’s ear. “Well now we’re in trouble. Fraternizing.”

“Hey, we’re in The Fraternal Order of Police, aren’t we?”

They lost the game, no longer lucid enough to make words. They leaned their shoulders together, used soapy hands to gently jerk each other off. They both knew soap was terrible lube so they kept their grips loose.

At last Jamie pushed Ji-hyung back enough to do something else. He used water to rinse the soap off his penis and went to his knees. Saliva was a much better lube, and he worked up as much as he could to make the fellatio feel good.

Ji-hyung stroked the stiff velvet of Jamie’s short hair affectionately and groaned. “What uh… where…?”

Jamie gestured over his shoulder with a thumb. The pervy scene pushed Ji-hyung over the edge.

“Oh god!” He slipped out of Jamie’s mouth and gripped his dick as he erupted over the sergeant’s shoulder, then in front, down his chest.

“Yeeess, Yes sir. Thank you.” He waited until that was done before he stood back up. “You made me dirty again, sir. What are you going to do about it?”

Ji-hyung was still swooning, but he tried to put Detective Park back in control, at least enough to speak. “Uh… Heh… Can’t have a dirty cop, can we?”

He got the washcloth off of Jamie’s other shoulder and soaped it up, then he used it to rub off every trace of the come he could find. Jamie’s penis bobbed against him impatiently, but his face was peaceful and kind.

Ji-hyung took a moment when he was done to just experience Jamie’s body, rubbing his muscles, kissing his cheeks. He moaned. Then he washed the water off his dick and went to his own knees.

It didn’t feel good to be on his knees. The bone on the tub just hurt. He winced, but put it out of his mind as best he could. That dick was right by his face, seemed like the biggest thing in the world.

He gently felt his balls with a soapy hand, tugged at the skin there as he took a penis into his mouth for the first time. He didn’t have any kind of expectations, but almost regardless of what it tasted like, what it felt like, in that moment he would have loved it. It would have shaped his expectation of the feeling for the rest of his life.

He had to take breaks to breath, and at last Jamie pulled back, took control of his cock, and shot white excitement all over Ji-hyung’s chest and stomach. Ji-hyung watched it, his own dick becoming fully hard again, and wished he could be swallowing all of that come. What a waste. But he figured Jamie felt like it was safe, best practices.

“Oh, god it’s beautiful. Thank you, Jamie.”

“Thank you, sir. God damn. Haha.” He stepped back, blinking his eyes, steadying himself on the wall.

Ji-hyung got up to clean himself off, but he touched that stubbly cheek and kissed Jamie’s forehead first. Then he went to work, quickly becoming self-conscious about what might have been heard - what anyone could at any moment walk in and see.

What he didn’t know is that somebody didn’t need to look through that door to behold the vulnerable moment. Abraham sat in another bathroom upstairs - one that was allowed to keep a door intact - looking into a crystal ball. He turned around and finished jacking himself off directly into the toilet.

Then he laughed maniacally, barely stifling it with his arm. Sorcery. It’s awesome.

***

Jennifer’s people made good time through downtown, mostly being ignored by the demons as they headed down 2nd Avenue. They did stop to pick up two more cars that weren’t too secure. Unfortunately, that still left them with more than fifty people on foot.

Jen weaved back and forth on the street in front of them. She started to get a bad feeling, as she saw fewer of the random weirdo demons and more of the goat soldier demons among the foot traffic.

They’d made it past the castle at Denny, got onto Route Ninety-Nine heading into Queen Anne, and were still shy of the tower out there, when the trouble caught up with them.

There was a roadblock of crashed cars up ahead. Not too much of a problem, but then goat soldiers started pouring out of the side streets and trees, surrounding them front and back. Jen’s heart sank.

Everyone put up their hands, or cowered, or otherwise did their best to communicate they wouldn’t be trouble. No small amount of the raised arms bore the mark. A lady angel with snake tail and broken wings emerged from the crowd. She held an orb of fire in one hand.

“Greetings subjects. And traitors.”

Jen put her feet down. “Hey! Take it easy now. Parlay?”

“Not yet. We haven’t shown you our full force. Allow me to do so, that you may negotiate with a full accounting of the situation.” The fire whipped into a whirlwind and disintegrated. She keened, an odd, low and loud sound - like an angry squirrel that had suddenly become the size of a jeep.

Something welled up around the feet of the goat soldiers, brown and grey. It was a sea of rats. Even the demons showed some disgust for the things, but tried to tamp it down. They were odd, coming to the lady’s command, but also some were unnaturally large as well - up to the size of a capybara.

Jen imagined the beasts coming after the children, and shook away the thought as best she could. “Now hey. Hey that’s a sweet trick you got going there. But I thought we were allowed to leave if we wanted to? That’s word on the street. Your queen isn’t welching, is she?”

“No, she is not. Some among you have disturbed the peace of the realm - even murdered officers of the state. But our queen has demanded we show consideration to humanity - to the fear we inspire.”

“The rats don’t seem like a considerate touch.”

“No, but this is - only one among you has trespassed against us so greatly that it cannot be forgiven. The one who slew so many in Georgetown. Offer him to us freely, or know what can be compelled of you.”

She squeezed her eyes shut. It was early yet, to feel attached to the man. But she loved most people until they betrayed that love, and couldn’t bear the thought of turning him over to be executed.

“God, this feels like a raw deal, ma’am. Please. Please let us go, let us leave the state. He’ll never bother you again.”

“Many of you may leave. But he cannot.”

Somehow, some of her people overcame their fear to come stand with her. It was the new guy - the target of their wrath - and Rosemarie and Huang.

Rosie said, “We gotta do it, guy. No tiene elección.”

Sergio sighed. “I understand.”

Huang said, “Live by the sword… It’s horrible, bro.”

“I can’t do it!”

Rosie said, “Jen, I know what comes next. You turn yourself in with him, leave us up shit creek. I love you but you’re the fucking worst.”

“Oh? Oh. Oh! That’s a great idea. We both have powers, so maybe together we can fight our way out, when y’all are safely out of sight. Whaddya say, Sergio?”

“I do- wha- um. What do you mean?”

Rosemarie said, “C’mon, don’t do it! Make it seem like it’s my idea just ‘cause I know how you think, that shit is not fair.”

Jen said, “You’ll still have a superhero. John killed the coskalips! Ask him about it. But I have to go.”

The angel snapped her flag with an unnaturally loud cracking sound. “The rats are getting impatient!”

Rosie grabbed Jen from behind, hugging her tight, then immediately cut her loose, and punched her hard in the shoulder. “Idiot!”

Sergio had one arm crossed over his chest, one on his chin, face twisted in profound confusion. “What is going to happen?”

Jennifer reached out and took his hand, flicked her eyes toward the demons, then back to him. “They want you. They’ll let everybody else go if we go peacably.”

He looked forlorn, but nodded. “OK.”

Jen and Sergio walked toward the angel. She spoke to him quietly as they went, through a big obviously fake smile. “I stick my neck out for you like this, I hope you don’t turn out to be some kind of wack-ass homophobe.”

“Do I have to die now with confusion? Are you a lesbian as well?”

“No. I just got principles, Serge.”

“That is well.”

“That I’m not a lesbian? Oh buddy, I swear-”

They were eight feet from the line when goat boys came out and grabbed at them roughly. The angel said, “WAIT! I want them to see.” The goat boys eased up.

The angel waved her arm and the rats all ran away.

Jen said, “Thanks, I guess.”

“Silence, mortal.”

They gave up.

***

Iphigenia had gone from one man’s ill-fitting clothes to another man’s even worse wear. She was in extremely baggy mustard corduroys, the belt made to work by stabbing another hole in it and cutting off some length. She was wearing a baggy white suit shirt over a cornflower blue t-shirt over a maroon one - some modesty because she didn’t have a wearable bra anymore. She was barefoot - there was just nothing of use in that department - and laying on the bed next to her doll.

She didn’t have worthy clothes for Jelly Sue either, which was a travesty for such a pretty doll. She was in grey-green slacks and a sleeveless black t-shirt, also barefoot. But Ippy had managed to primp her hair into nice shape. She knew now why Jelly’s hair was so obedient about returning to those ringlets - it was designed that way.

Ippy tried not to let any strands get caught under her head, but she couldn’t resist pushing her face into those big curls. They smelled like the soap she’d used, and something else. She didn’t want to think about the horrid things her doll had been exposed to - what miasmas might still linger in her hair - so she just decided it was doll hair smell and wrote it off.

“We did good, but I bet we can get your hair even nicer with some product. Nothing too heavy.” She squeezed a handful and let it spring back to size, bounce off her palm. “Heehee. I love it.”

“Thank you, Ippy.”

“That must be really lonely, being a doll.”

“I guess.”

“Do you know when Helen left you?”

“No. I was asleep.”

“Was the room dusty when you went to sleep?”

“...I don’t think it was.”

“Aww.” She darted her head over to kiss her cheek, then went back to resting it on a big pillow. “Did you always need to … drink?”

“I don’t think so. Do you drink?”

“Just water like we had this morning. Me and those cops.”

“I can pretend to drink water and eat food.”

“It’s a good idea. The cops won’t like you when they find out what you are.”

“Boys don’t like dolls.”

“GI Joes… Fuck ‘em.”

“What do you mean?”

“They just want to fight. You should be secret around them.”

“You want me to hide?”

“Just don’t let them know you’re a doll.”

“I thought they knew.”

“Ohohoho, oh no...” Ippy squeezed her arm.

Jelly turned her head to look at her, the movement a little too smooth. “I don’t know how to be secret. I don’t know what to do.”

Ippy touched her face. “And yet you look real. Something wants you to look real.” She rolled onto her side and draped an arm over Jelly. “You don’t know how you got like this, do you?”

“No.”

“Just keep looking like this. Don’t say anything about how you don’t eat, or what you have to drink, or that you used to belong to Helen. If anybody asks, say you’re my sister, OK?”

“Pretend to be your sister?”

“Like you pretend to drink.”

“What does that mean? What does a sister do?”

“You just be nice to each other. Treat me like I treat you.”

“Hm. That might be hard to do.” She held up her hands and looked at them. “I’m slow. I’m weak. I can’t save you. I don’t know if I can clean you.” Her words seemed like they could carry the emotions of shame or sadness, but her voice was without affect.

Ippy took her hand. “If you can’t do something, that’s OK. Real women want things, want to do things that we can’t do. All the time.”

“I think I understand… I can do some things you can do.”

“Yes?”

She rolled onto her side facing Iphigenia, touched her face, and kissed her on the forehead. Ippy hugged her close and she returned the gesture. Jelly Sue was awkward and odd in every movement she made, like a big stiff-limbed hollow creature. Stable and steady, but slow and numb.

The shadows in the room had been long when they first laid down, and grew longer still. Now only a high sliver of wall was painted rosy gold by the sunset, the rest of the room muted with grey-green. Their dark skin deepened into premature night, shining in glints and curves.

Iphigenia knew Jelly Sue would never be safe while they were around other people. She knew she should get up, take her hand, take her away from the soldiers and cops. But she was relieved to be in accepting arms, to have someone to care for, and to be clean and warm. She fell into a deep, impenetrable sleep.

***

Agent Colthart, CBP, was talking about hunting with a couple of leftover SPD officers. Good old boys, Hansen and Krenzler. They stood at attention as Abraham came around. His rank was a mouthful: Special Agent in Charge, or SAC. But nobody wanted to call him SAC to his face, so it was a lot of “sir.”

Abraham smiled. “At ease.”

Colthart said, “Thank you sir. Did you need to see the woman?”

“Yes, but not urgently. How is everyone holding up?”

Krenzler said, “Fine. We were talkin’ about hunting. It’ll be nice to get a chance for some leave. Nothing quite like goin’ shootin’.”

Abraham said, “That’s great. The thrill of the hunt. Getting back to basics in this workaday world. Where do you go?”

Hansen said, “I was tellin’ ’em about the elk in Wenaha-Tucannon, down past Walla Walla.”

“I’m in,” Colthart said, “Assuming we get through this madness.”

Abraham smiled paternally and slapped him on the arm. “We will, Agent.”

Inside the darkened room, a thin mature woman lay on the bed alone, covered in sweaty giant blankets and comforters. Abraham had made sure the door was left intact on this apartment. The seer held sensitive information. What would she think of this mission? He smiled and sat on the bed, waking her.

“Melissa. I’m here again.”

“I can see.” Her voice was weak and tired.

“But can you see the light? Things are changing. I would again have prophecy, if it is in you tonight.” He looked at her frail head and shoulders, pressed into the big pillow. That such a weak creature should be able to glimpse what he could not - it was one of many insults in God’s design.

“I can see a light. You should let me sleep. I can see it better in my sleep.”

“No,” he shook her shoulder gently, “There is no time. Besides, you may have already seen what I require. What was the last thing you dreamt before I came in?”

“I hate you.”

“I do not need your love. I’m not as insecure as your God.”

Melissa groaned and whimpered, but relented. “A wheel bejewelled with eyes. It turns faster, its power growing. It is surrounded by stars but the babe will shoot them from the sky. The axle long weakened will finally break.”

“The axle… Did you see what becomes of the other wheel?”

“It will be freed from its brother.”

Abraham asked, “And what of its mother?”

***

Iphigenia awoke to a knock on the bedroom’s empty door frame. A man leaned in around the corner and flashed a disgusting smile.

“Miss. Miss. Are you decent?” He had an armband that read POLICE ICE. It was easy enough to see with nothing but filtered moon and street lights, from the bold white font.

Iphigenia’s face crinkled in disgust.

“Ew. Get the hell out of here.”

“Blue lives matter, ma’am.” He affected a look of disappointment as he slipped away.

She resisted the urge to go after him with the hammer, and stretched up to a sitting position. Her muscles felt thick from congealed exertion. She rubbed her biceps and looked at Jelly Sue. She was laying on her back, head turned toward Ippy, staring.

“I’ll take care of this bullshit, sweetheart.” Ippy got out of bed and left Jelly Sue, looked into the hall.

Men were hustling this way and that. Detective Park came down the hall at a more measured pace and gave her a serious look. “We’re going to move, to do something. You should come with us.”

“Why? We can prob’ly just pick up a bicycle and head to Canada. Would the demons even care?”

“I’d imagine so. They conquered this half of Washington, and a conquest doesn’t mean much if the people you defeated all get away. I don’t care what they’ve been saying.”

She made a sour look, but thought about it. “I guess that doesn’t sound too stupid. I’ll get Jelly Sue.”

“...Yeah, thank you. We’re assembling in the biggest storefront downstairs.”

He moved on.

Ippy came back and got Jelly. Neither of them had socks or shoes and the halls were cold under their feet. Why were they doing this in the middle of the night? How late was it? She didn’t know, didn’t have a working phone or watch or wall clock in sight.

On the first floor, they saw cops bustling into one specific door and followed them, finding almost the whole building worth of troops gathered around folding tables loaded with weapons, ammunition, equipment. They were strapping on bulletproof vests, checking battery levels on radios, flashlights. Loading so many guns.

Iphigenia folded her arms and looked on sullenly, Jelly standing still behind her shoulder. The big man came over to her personally and offered a hand - a salt and pepper buzzcut and beefy mitts.

“Special Agent Abraham, DHS. You are?”

She didn’t accept the shake, looked at him coolly.

“Right. I can accept that, for now. Ma’am, we’ve heard about your exploits in Tukwila, and I personally would love to see you in action.”

“You sure you want that?”

“Hahaha, I am. You don’t care for the murder clubs, right? Well, we know where the rest of them are hiding. It’s one of the citadels.”

“Citadels?”

“The newest features of Seattle’s famous skyline. Surely you’ve glimpsed them.”

“Maybe I don’t look up.”

“They must have murdered somebody important to you. Revenge can be yours.” His voice was deep and rich, like a lion. His grey eyes pierced.

She couldn’t help relax her scowl in confusion. What was this man about? Why was he bothering her? “You got all these cops. I’m just a skinny chick. Did some cardio. Got a hammer.”

“Do you want a gun? We’ve got guns.” He gestured towards the tables like a gameshow host. Infante was there, rapidly repacking bullets with new gunpowder. What was that about? He was a blur of motion, fingers silver with the dangerous stuff.

“Naw. I’d prob’ly get myself killed with one of those.”

“I doubt that very much. You’re special Iphigenia. You have the power to penetrate the death shield.”

“How do you know my name?”

Park nodded as he came into the conversation.

“You.”

Abraham spread his arms. “All of this is for you. To support your revenge. We have our own purpose as well, for which we want the murder clubs gone. Are you with us?”

“Mm...” She could feel the weight of Jelly Sue behind her, thought about bullets breaking her body. Her heart was quivering fluid. “We’ll hide my sister somewhere safe before we go in.”

“Ippy,” she said. “It won’t be safe.”

“I know. But it will be over before you know it.”

Abraham laced his fingers together and grinned broadly. “Good girl. Park, get these ladies some boots.”

***

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deanssweetheart23 · 8 years ago

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Over Our Heads

Title: Over Our Heads

Summary: When Sam leaves you and Dean alone in the bunker to have a movie night all by yourselves, feelings that have been under wraps for years begin to surface. Will it be the start of something new or will it turn into yet another moment you’ve had with the eldest Winchester?

Author: deanssweetheart23

Characters: Dean Winchester x reader, Sam Winchester (mentioned)

Word count: 2482

Warnings: Language, the slightest bit of angst. Pure fluff.

Author’s Notes: This is my submission for @idreamofhazel ‘s and @impala-dreamer ‘s “Sammy Says” writing challenge. First of all, congratulations to both of you amazing human beings because you deserve it. Second of all, thank you so much for letting me participate, I loved writing this.

Also, I’d like to thank my amazing twin @ravengirl94 for putting up with my whining and for helping me figure out what I wanted to do with the ending here. Thank you so, so much, Emily, you’re the absolute best.

Now about this fic: My prompt was “You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?” and is included in bold in the text below. (This is written both from the reader’s and Dean’s POV and includes a flashback in italics.)

Your fingers curled into your palm whilst you sat on Dean’s bed, head rested against the headboard, body just mere inches away from his as the world in the screen before you came to life.

It was one of those rare nights that you had nowhere to be and nothing to do. Miraculously enough, the world seemed to be doing just fine without you and the Winchesters brothers were more than happy to take advantage of all of that tranquility and stagnation while it lasted. Sam, for instance, had already hit the bar for the night -he had said something about needing to spend some time with himself but you were pretty sure that his sudden outing had something to do with that beautiful librarian that had been flirting with him all week- while, much to your surprise, the older Winchester had decided to spend a lazy night in with you, filled with cooking and silly jokes, wonderfully interesting conversations and laughter.

However, as fantastic as the evening had been, it was getting late and you were getting more and more tired.

Stifling a yawn, you turned to see Dean already staring at you, green eyes bright and wide in the dim light of the bedroom.

“What?” you asked.

He smiled that half-smile of his that always caused your heart to flutter unevenly.

“C’mere.” He whispered, arm draping over your shoulder to pull you to him.

You opened your mouth to object but the look on his face, vulnerable and intense, pierced through your very soul and you leaned against him, letting his warmth seep into your skin and his scent, so utterly and uniquely Dean, to overwhelm your senses, comfortably resting your head on the crook of his neck.

“Better now?”

You hummed in response, placing your hand on his stomach, relishing in the moment you got to see Dean as the soft, tender man he really was, the armor of the macho guy he always put up long forgotten around you.

Not too long after that, Emma and Dexter appeared on the screen for the first time and you smiled and let out a small content sign, thrilled to be watching the movie you loved so much with the green-eyed man.

He noticed. Of course.

“This better be worth it, kid, or I swear-”

“Ssssh. We have a deal.” You reminded him.

He groaned and mumbled something that sounded awfully like You’re going to ruin me under his breath, but you saw him smiling fondly at the memory.

“But Deeeaaaannn…”

“Nope. No. Not gonna happen, Y/N.” The hunter chanted, shaking his head at your almost childlike behavior, arms folded before his chest in his notorious I’m-not-amused pose.

“But-”

“Uh-uh. No buts. Turn on the charm all you want, sweetheart, but you and I are not watching a chick-flick.”

“Oh, c’mon, D. Please. Pleasepleasepleasplease.” You whined, batting your long eyelashes in that way that almost always got you what you wanted, puppy dog eyes on, hands clasped together as you waited for the verdict.

“The answer’s no, Y/N. Just give it up already.”

“No, Dean. I’ll…” You paused, pensive. “I’ll cook breakfast and dinner for you for a month.”

The words came tumbling out of your mouth before you had the chance to rethink them and caught Dean so off guard that he stopped dead in his tracks and glanced towards you, brows slanted.

“A month?” he repeated, squinting at you suspiciously.

You swallowed thickly.

“Uh-huh.”

“What about the laundry?” he asked after a second, poker-faced.

“Sam can do the laundry.” You objected but as soon as you saw the expression that had already coated his features you just came to terms with the fact you were going to be the Winchester’s personal maid for the next month.

You took a deep breath.

Go big or go home, right?

“Fine. I’ll do the laundry too.”

“Good.” he mumbled, a tantalizing smirk playing at the corners of his lips. “And how would you feel about giving me a lap dance?”

“Jesus Christ! What the- You mind doing a little bit of thinking with your upstairs brain, Dean?”

“Oh, c’mon! Where’s the fun in that?”

You growled, eyes dangerously narrowed because that ass was wearing his famous infuriating grin again, the one that made you want to slap his stupid face and kiss him at the same time.

“You’re sick.” You hissed.

Dean broke into a fit of laughter, loose but real.

“Uh-huh. C’mere.” He whispered, his fingers wrapping around your wrist as he pulled you to him. You struggled a bit but he was too stubborn to stop and, in all honesty, you didn’t mind being in his arms. You never minded.

His hands came to cup your face.

“’M sorry.”

You eyed him deliberately, head titled to the left, lips pursed.

“No, you’re not.”

He chuckled.

“No, I’m not.” He tucked a stray strand of hair behind your ear. “You’re cute when you’re mad.”

His voice had dropped to a whisper now, an edge to it that reminded you of that night the two of you had spent on the floor of a cheap motel room, a bottle of whiskey in hand as he slowly spoke of happier times, times when his mother would bake him pie after lunch and sing him to sleep with Hey Jude instead of a lullaby.

You briefly wondered what you had done to cause that change in his demeanor but stopped yourself almost immediately; reading too much into things would only cause you pain.

So, instead, you pouted playfully, all the walls you had so carefully crafted up again.

“Am not. I’m scary and dangerous”

He smiled, soft but radiant.

“Sure you are, tiger.” He kissed your temple. “You win this round. But if you tell Sammy about this I swear, I’ll-”

“Don’t worry, D. My lips are sealed.” You promised and pecked his cheek sweetly, in love with the way the tips of his ears instantly turned a light shade of pink.

Your heart beat just a little faster in your chest.

Maybe Sam was right after all.

Maybe there was hope for you and Dean.

By the time the plot of the movie had thickened, the alcohol you’d drank earlier that evening, along with the delicious burger Dean had cooked for you and the blissful feeling of your body pressed against his own were enough to make you sleepy.

You had almost surrendered to sweet serenity when Dean tensed next to you, letting out a deep, desperate breath.

“Everything okay?” you muttered, worried.

“Um, no. What is that guy even doing?” he howled, his gorgeous eyes staring at the TV as if he firmly believed that he possessed super powers that would let him change the story unfolding before him. “Is he… Is he going to marry Sylvie?”

You nodded ever so slightly, trying hard to suppress your smile.

“Yup.”

“But. He doesn’t love her. He loves Emma.”

“Yup.”

“Oh my God. What a douche.”

This time you couldn’t help it. You laughed.

“What?”

“You’re actually enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Dean snorted, seemingly amused by the idea.

“Pfft? Enjoying this? Nope. Not at all.”

“Yeah, okay. Next time we can watch The Notebook, Cuddle Pants.” You teased, stifling a laugh.

The green-eyed man groaned and slapped the back of your head playfully.

“Shut up, brat.”

“You’re the…” A yawn. “You’re the brat.”

He smirked.

“You tired, kid?”

“Nope. M’ fine.” You replied, voice laced with sleep. “Just going to rest my head here real quick. ‘Cause you’re… You’re all warm and soft.” You added, sliding closer to him, head on his lap.

It should have been awkward, a line you probably shouldn’t have crossed, yet, with Dean, it felt easy and simple. But then again, things always felt easy and simple when the green-eyed man was concerned. Or maybe it was the alcohol talking. Maybe you had had too much to drink.

Dean chuckled, adoration coating his features.

“Yeah. You do that.”

It wasn’t until minutes later, just when Emma and Dexter kissed for the first time, that you felt a hand threading through your hair and long, gentle fingers massaging your scalp soothingly.

You stirred.

Dean, obviously just now realizing what he was doing, stopped abruptly.

“I’m sorry, I, uh, I’ll just-”

“’S okay, D. Feels nice.” You whispered, eyelids growing heavy.

He cleared his throat quietly.

“Yeah?”

“Mmmm.”

He let out a shaky breath -or, at least, you thought it was shaky- and then his fingers started their ministrations again.

You closed your eyes. With Dean next to you, everything felt safer. Better.

You smiled and let the steady sound of his breathing lull you to sleep.

The screen went dark almost half an hour later, leaving Dean teary-eyed and determined not to show it because Y/N would never let him hear the end of it if she knew.

“Well, Y/N, I have to say…” he stopped in mid-sentence, eyes focused on the sweet girl sleeping on his lap. “Unbelievable. Un-frigging-believable. She made me watch her favorite movie and feel asleep.” he grumbled, eyes flickering over her face almost absentmindedly.

She looked beautiful. Granted, that wasn’t news to him because Y/N always looked effortlessly beautiful, but as she was peacefully asleep curled up next to him, long eyelashes closed, Y/H/C strands of hair falling on her face, his hoodie falling off her left shoulder, she looked gorgeous.

And insanely adorable.

And inexplicably sexy.

And that just wasn’t fair because she made him feel things he wasn’t supposed to feel.

He sighed, clearing his troubled mind.

“Sweetheart, you have to get up…”

Y/N stirred a bit but didn’t open her eyes and he groaned -quite dramatically- and let his head fall back on the headboard.

“C’mon, Y/N. We need to get you to bed.” He tried again, running his fingers through her hair. A lazy smile spread across her lips but she kept her eyes closed, shifting slightly.

Son. Of. A. Bitch.

“Fine. I guess you’ll just spend the night here then. Right?”

No answer. Of course.

He huffed out a breath.

“Ugh. I always knew you were a handful, Y/L/N.” He muttered to himself, gently lifting her head and setting her down properly. Stirring, she moved her arm and clutched at his T-shirt, an adorable pout playing at the corners of her lips.

He laughed, grabbing the blanket that sat on the edge of the bed to lay it over her, then leaned in to press a sweet kiss on her forehead, noticing vaguely that she smelled like strawberries and sunshine.

“Goodnight, kiddo…” he smiled.

She mumbled something unintelligibly in return, prompting a chuckle from him as he climbed into the covers and wrapped an arm around her shoulder to draw her closer to him, holding her tight.

He knew he probably shouldn’t, knew that it would only make that hole in his heart bigger every time she even glanced at someone else or laughed at a stranger’s joke or smiled at Sam’s teasing, but he couldn’t help it. She was warm and soft against him, her body fitting perfectly against his own, and even though he knew he’d never be with her, in that moment, he could, at least, pretend.

The sound of quiet sobs mixed with whimpers interrupted his train of thoughts as he felt her feet kicking his from under the blanket, her body twitching.

He wasn’t surprised but his heart still sunk at the sight of her hurting.

Because Y/N didn’t deserve those nightmares. She didn’t deserve the heartache and the decay that came with the life. Sure, she was an incredible fighter and he trusted her with his entire being but that didn’t stop him from wanting something better for her. She was important to him -he somehow knew that from the moment he saved her from that djinn that had captured both of them all those years- and he wanted her to have all the things he couldn’t.

He wanted her to have a family. Children. A husband whom she would adore, even if it wasn’t him.

He wanted her to be happy. Loved. Safe. From the monsters and the demons and the angels. From him.

Dammit, Winchester. Get it together.

Smoothing a hand over her forehead, he stroked her face tenderly.

“Ssssh. It’s okay.”

Another whimper.

Furrowing his brows together in concern, he took the hand she had pressed over his heart and linked their fingers together, slowly bringing them to his lips.

“It’s okay. I’m here, baby. I’m right here. Nothing’s bad gonna happen to you while I’m around, I promise.”

As if Y/N had been somehow able to hear him, she let out a small sign and huddled up closer to him, face relaxing a bit, then muttered something he couldn’t understand.

Chuckling a little into her hair, he wrapped his arms tighter around, afraid that if his grip on her wasn’t strong enough, she would slip through his fingers like sand on the beach.

And he didn’t want that. He just wanted to hold her like that, like she was his, utterly and unconditionally his, forever.

Admittedly, it was a selfish and complicated wish and it contradicted everything he wanted for her but it was the only thing he wanted for himself.

She’s in love with you, dude.

Sam’s words echoed soundlessly inside his head. What if his brother was right? What if he was so focused on not reading too much into those late-night conversations, into the accidental brushes of the hands and the lingering forehead kisses and the stolen glances that he’d really misinterpreted everything? What if, by keeping her at arm’s length and lying about his feelings, he wasn’t only sacrificing his own happiness but, also, hers?

“Sweetheart?” he whispered, but he knew that she was too deep into her dreamland to wake up.

He smiled to himself, pushing away a loose strand of hair that had coiled over her cheek.

Her hand gripped at his T-shirt.

His heartbeat quickened a bit but he didn’t mind. He knew she’d never know.

“I love you.”

It was barely a whisper, a secret that would be forever buried into the darkness of the night, something he only thought about in the dim light of his bedroom on nights the world didn’t make sense, a feeling he’d promised himself he’d never voice because he knew that the universe would find a way to take her away from him.

But, as he held her in his arms and felt her sleep next to him, the words felt right in a way nothing had ever felt right before and he knew that she deserved to hear them no matter what.

He sighed and kissed her temple, warm lips lingering on her skin.

Her lips cracked into a peaceful smile.

He grinned.

Tomorrow, he promised himself.

Tomorrow he’d talk to her.

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taeinmycup · 8 years ago

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A Roadtrip | Pt. (2/2)

Genre: Smut, Fluff

Member: Jeon Jungkook

Words: 7k of pure filth

Synopsis: The title says it all. Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.

A/N: This is just pure filth, and I’m not regretting it for a bit. It has been a while since I wrote smut so please tolerate me jghgsjkfsjgk. Anyways, suffer with me, and enjoy the reading ;)

Pt. 1

You thought Jungkook being in your presence was already awkward enough.

However, being with him in one room, all alone, made the awkwardness even worse.

Jungkook put down the bags on the floor, before lifting his head up, scanning his eyes through the hotel room quickly. The room was neither too small, nor too big, with two comfortable beds placed in the middle of the room. The room had one window, but it gave a beautiful view on Busan’s beach, the white sand and the clear sea satisfying your own eyes.

Jungkook gave an approving nod, going with his hand through his hair once again, and the simple movement made you gasp slightly as your eyes followed every single movement he made, your sinful eyes literally roaming his well-shaped body.

You weren’t aware of holding your breath, until Jungkook turned around to face you, flashing you his signature bunny teeth-like smile as he plopped down on one of the beds. “Did you know I lived in Busan before I moved to Seoul when I was seven? I really missed my hometown.”

You tried to comprehend Jungkook’s words, while blinking at him in the process as you tried to ignore the awkwardness you felt inside of you.

“Really? I didn’t know. You never told me,” you mumbled, locking your eyes on the floor, shifting your feet slightly as you tried to avoid his sparkling and youthful eyes. You could hear Jungkook laughing softly, and as the beautiful sound reached your ears, you felt these butterflies literally going loose inside of your stomach.

“I didn’t think it was necessary to mention,” Jungkook said, smiling softly as he laid his eyes on you, tilting his head to the side as he tried to stifle a chuckle at your awkward standing pose, and he couldn’t help but be amused at your awkward behavior towards him.

“Noona,” Jungkook called out to you, his voice so soft and tender, almost vulnerable. You averted your eyes from the floor, shifting them towards the guy seated on the bed, looking into his brown, lively orbs, and you could feel yourself getting mesmerized by them once again.

A sigh escaped his lips, before standing up slowly, walking towards you as his eyes never left yours. The closer he came towards your stance, the faster your heartbeat went, feeling like it wanted to explode in your chest. Jungkook stopped walking until he was right in front of you again, but this time, the space in between the two of you was smaller than in the lobby before. You didn’t know what to do nor say, so you just kept standing there, looking into his eyes as you were waiting for him to do something. You noticed that the sparkles in his eyes were still there, but it was slightly different from the youthful sparkles you had seen before, as they turned into something that was much more dark.

It was then when you suddenly felt a strong pair of arms wrapping around your waist, yanking you forward against his broad chest, your eyes blinking in shock as you tried to comprehend what was going on. The calming sound of Jungkook’s heartbeat reached your ears, which was in contrast to yours, which was beating like a lunatic, and you were sure that Jungkook was able to feel it through your chest, as the two of you were enveloped in one big hug.

“I’m so happy to see you again, noona. I missed you so much,” Jungkook whispered into your ear, the grip of his arms around your waist getting even tighter, as if you would disappear if he didn’t. His words were lingering in the air, and you found yourself stuttering at his ‘confession’, not knowing what to say next as you struggled with your words.

Before you could realize it, you hugged him back, your tiny arms wrapping around his waist as you could feel him slightly jump at your touch. You patted him on his broad back, a thing you would do years ago as well whenever the two of you hugged eachother.

“You really grew up, didn’t you?” you whispered, laughing slightly as you continued to pat him on his back. You could feel your awkwardness disappear slowly, only to be replaced with a feeling that you could describe as adoration, perhaps? Despite your attraction towards your old childhood friend, your adoration for him was still deep inside of you, and because of this adoration you had for him, his presence made your heart flutter heavily.

Were you falling for your childhood friend, the one you hadn’t seen for years?

Were you falling in love with Jungkook?

“I missed you too, Jeon,” you said out loud, every single word genuine as you actually realized that you did miss him. Despite Jungkook being all grown up, his caring attitude for you, his playful character and his bunny teeth-like smile were still the same as it had been years ago.

The guy snickered, letting go of the hug slightly, his arms still wrapped around your waist as he eyed you with a wide grin plastered on his face. “Jeon. Haven’t heard that nickname in ages.”

You rolled your eyes at him while shrugging, mimicking the same grin that he had on his face. “Ofcourse not. I’m the only one who calls you that. It’s still a better nickname than maknae, though,” you remarked, a chuckle escaping your lips as you saw his frown, cringing at the mention of Namjoon’s silly nickname for him.

“I really hate that nickname. How can a guy with an IQ of 148 not come up with a better nickname?” Jungkook sighed, shaking his head with a chuckle as he slowly unwrapped his arms from your waist, right when you adjusted to the amazing feeling of having his arms wrapped around you, leaving you with that empty feeling yet again.

“Anyways, have you ever went to Busan’s yearly summer festival at the beach? I heard this year is going to be even better than last year, and I have heard that last year was one hell of an amazing festival,” Jungkook said, his voice giving away his excitement for the festival and his smile getting wider with every word he said.

You simply shook your head as your answer. “Nope, I have never visited one. I was in Busan last year for my roadtrip, but the summer festival was held the day after I left, so I missed it.”

It seemed like Jungkook’s face lit up even more after hearing your answer, and you could’ve sworn that his innocent smile turned into a devilish smirk, making you gulp your throat loudly as you couldn’t help but feel intimidated by his expression.

“Then we’re going to have lots of fun, noona.”

“ONESHOT!”

Your sight was blurry and your stance a bit wobbly as you watched Taehyung gulping down his 11th tequila shot, and you asked yourself how the hell he managed to do that without passing out on the floor, while you were already struggling after your second glass of beer.

“That was my eleventh one. I’m getting closer to my fifteenth one,” Taehyung murmured half-drunk, his eyes half-lidded as he tried to focus his movements on pouring his next tequila shot, and you felt yourself resisting the urge to snatch the tiny glass out of his hand, because you were absolutely not in the mood for a drunk-ass Taehyung.

“At this rate you’re going to lose your bet with him, Park,” Namjoon snickered, before gulping down some of his beer, your nose cringing a bit at the strong smell of the liquid. Jimin scoffed at the older guy, telling him to shut the fuck up, before turning his head towards Taehyung again, who was already about to gulp down his next shot.

“Okay, ENOUGH.”

Before Taehyung could gulp down his twelfth shot, Yoongi snatched the glass out of his hand in one swift movement, gulping it down himself in one shot as he put the empty tiny glass on the table afterwards, a loud sound emerging out of it.

“I’m not dealing with your drunken ass tomorrow morning, so you guys better quit this fucking bet already,” Yoongi warned Taehyung and Jimin, giving them an intense glare, causing the two boys to nod obediently, not touching another tequila glass afterwards.

You couldn’t help but laugh at their gloomy faces, pinching Taehyung’s cheek as a small pout appeared on his face. Although you knew that Taehyung just wanted to have some fun, you also knew that handling a drunk Taehyung was worse than a bad nightmare, so you were glad that Yoongi stopped his silly game in time.

“Who’s actually the best drinker out of you guys?” you asked curiously, causing seven heads turning to you immediately, watching you gulp down your glass. You could see Jimin smirking at you, giving you the look of ‘you know exactly who I mean’, while you were just as clueless as you were before asking the question, raising a brow at him while eying him directly.

“It’s Jungkook.”

You stiffened at the mention of his name, and you saw Jimin’s smirk even growing wider, as everyone turned their heads to look at the youngest person of the group. Jungkook raised his brows confusingly, eying everyone back, including you, and you felt your cheeks turning into a light shade of red once again. His eyes literally burned into your skin, his lively orbs scanning you from head to toe as his tongue slightly darted out of his mouth, licking his dried lips before putting his under lip in between his perfectly whitened teeth.

“Hmm, that might be. I can’t get drunk easily.”

Jungkook’s answer was not directed to one special person, but as he kept his eyes on yours, it seemed like he directed his answer to you. You wanted to avert your eyes, and you could hear a voice in your head continuously telling you to look away. However, you put your messed up feelings before the rational voice in your head, and kept looking at the guy, the fresh breeze of the beach letting his black-raven hair wave in the wind slightly, making him look even more dazzling than he already was.

“It’s true, though,” Hoseok spoke up, snickering as he poured down another beer glass for himself. “Even after drinking five of these beer glasses he wouldn’t be as drunk as he should be, that ass.”

Jungkook scoffed at his older friend’s remark, averting his eyes away from yours as he crossed his arms. As soon as he looked away, it felt save for you to breathe again, so you let out a deep breath, before pouring down another glass for yourself, gulping almost half the content down your throat. You could only hope that the alcohol could make your embarrassment in the presence of Jungkook disappear.

“Well, it’s not my fault that you’re not able to drink five beer glasses without turning into a giggly motherfucker afterwards, hyung,” Jungkook remarked, a devilish smirk appearing on his face, causing the other guys to chuckle, Taehyung letting out a soft ‘ooooh’ as he playfully hit his younger friend on his back. Hoseok’s face turned into a gloomy one, but then he rolled his eyes at the younger’s remark, chuckling softly as he shrugged his shoulders.

You could feel the alcohol loosen you up, your shoulders not stiffened anymore as you felt yourself relax under the influence of the alcohol. Your eyes shifted towards Jungkook’s figure, the nervousness inside of you all gone as it was replaced with nothing but lust. Your mind slowly turned into one that was filled with pure filth, wondering how his perfectly shaped lips would feel on yours, and how it would feel if he would touch every inch of you with those beautiful damn fingers of his.

You did not know where the lust came from, but you knew for sure that you desperately wanted Jungkook, as the lust inside of you grew even more and more.

“I need to get some fresh air,” you said out loud, rising up from your seat quickly. The other guys blinked at your sudden action, and Jungkook raised his brows at you, before frowning them as he looked at your half-drunken figure.

“You can’t walk alone in that state, noona. It’s almost midnight, and with the summer festival going on, it’s possible that you will come across some crazy ass people at this time of the day,” Jungkook said in a worried tone, but you only shrugged your shoulders as a reaction, not caring any less.

“Who said I’m going alone? I’m sure you will protect me if a scary creep tries to hook up with me, right?” you winked at Jungkook, causing the latter to look at you with a shocked expression.

“I…I- Okay,” Jungkook stuttered out loud, causing you to giggle at his flustered state. You ran up to him, grabbing his hand tightly as you pulled him with you, telling the other guys that you would be back soon.

Jimin let out a chuckle as soon as the two of you were out of sight, causing the other six to look up at him with a confused expression. “These two are so obvious. It actually pains me.”

“What the fuck are you talking about, Jimin?” Yoongi asked, looking back in the direction you and Jungkook went off to, and he soon found out that the two of you were heading to the beach, since that direction was the only road to Busan’s beach.

“You will see later, hyung.”

The sand underneath your bare feet felt refreshing, the cool summer breeze of Busan’s beach coming in contact with your hot cheeks, eliciting this contrasting feeling inside of you that felt actually nice on your skin. You slightly turned your head towards Jungkook, who was walking next to you in the same pace. His side profile made your breath hitch, his eyes literally sparkling like the stars above you in the night sky, his high-bridge nose sculpted perfectly as his beautiful, slight pouty lips made the finishing touch on his good-looking face.

You didn’t know if it was the alcohol or not, but it seemed like your thoughts about Jungkook were getting more wild. And you were not even ashamed of it.

“Hey, Jungkook?”

You interrupted the peaceful silence with these words, calling him out as Jungkook answered you with a mumbled ‘mmhmm’, his smooth, manly voice hitting your eardrums yet again.

“How have you been?”

It was a simple question, but why did the question feel heavy on your lips? It had been a while since you had seen Jungkook for the last time, as it was more than nine years ago since he moved to another city, and you somehow could not contact him ever since. Meeting Jungkook again after so many years was a great shock not to you, not only because he made a drastic physical chance, but also because of the fact that many other things could have drastically changed. Time couldn’t be stopped, and neither could people.

Jungkook eyed you with a raised brow emphasizing his face, slight confusion drawn all over his face, but nonetheless let out a chuckle at your sudden question.

“I have been doing great actually. I started my first year of my engineering major a few months ago at the Seoul National University,” Jungkook simply answered your question, giving you a warm smile as you put up an impressed expression, totally not expecting that kind of answer.

“SNU? I don’t recall you being one hell of a smartass,” you teased him, poking Jungkook softly with your arm against his, before the guy let out a small scoff and rolled his eyes at your remark.

“I always have been one hell of a smartass. You were just too blind to see it.”

You laughed at his remark, the happy memories of your childhood with Jungkook flashing through your mind, realizing how much of a hyper, 4D child you actually were, and that your behavior only got worsened whenever Jungkook was around.

“Yeah, maybe I was.”

Silence soon overtook the two of you again as you continued strolling through the beach, the only sound emerging from the sea, as even the seagulls were not around. You knew that at this time of the day, people would never visit the beach, especially when Busan’s yearly summer festival was going on at the pier, and you secretly thanked divinity for giving you this moment of peaceful silence.

The sound of Jungkook’s laugh suddenly interrupted the silence, causing you to slightly jump from the shock, before you eyed him with raised brows, wondering what made him laugh in this silence all of a sudden.

“This is actually really funny. I never thought you would be friends with Taehyung hyung,” Jungkook laughed, looking in front of him, his eyes focused on the huge rocks at the end of this sandy road you were walking on.

The next half hour existed of funny life stories, exciting memories of the past and loud peals of laughter, as if the two of you were making up for these many years in which you couldn’t contact eachother. It made you feel like you never got separated from Jungkook, since the click between the two of you was still there. It was always there.

The sand might have felt nice underneath your feet, but nothing felt as nice as the bed in your hotel room, the mattress so soft that it almost swallowed your whole body into the bed. You could already feel the alcohol disappear out of your system, as you felt yourself getting more sober, and you were thankful towards yourself that you did not drink too much.

“I’m going to take a shower!” you heard Jungkook hollering from the bathroom, before hearing a loud click, signaling you that the bathroom door was locked before you could answer him back.

The hotel room was quiet, the only sound coming from the bathroom, as you listened to the calming sound of a running shower. You rose up from your lying position, about to get up to grab your phone, only to find out that the battery has ran low, causing you to curse underneath your breath.

“Guess I have to wait until Jungkook has finished showering then.”

You found yourself staring at your hotel room’s white ceiling for the next ten minutes, the fatigue slowly taking over your body as your eyes were trying their best to keep themselves open. It seemed like they were going to lose, as if the fatigue was telling them to close themselves, and just sleep. Your eyes eventually closed completely and your breaths were getting regular, the sleep slowly seeping into you as-

“I’m done with showering. You can go!”

Jungkook’s loud voice immediately woke you up, your eyes fluttering open as you rose up from your lying position for the second time, rubbing your eyes because your eye make-up felt like a nuisance. Your eyes were half closed as you moved them towards Jungkook’s figure, but as soon as you laid your eyes on him, your eyes popped open immediately, while you felt your heart skipping a beat and your legs getting weak.

He was shirtless.

Well, fuck.

You were totally frozen in your sitting position on your bed, your eyes scanning his lean and broad figure automatically, from his chiseled chest and his well-formed abs, to his long, smooth legs, the color of his skin perfectly tanned. As much as you wanted to look away, you just couldn’t. It was like Jungkook inherited the body of a beautiful Greek god, his lean body amazingly built as the left-over drops from the shower still attached themselves to his skin, making his skin sparkle slightly underneath the hotel room light.

“Your… shirt. You’re not wearing one right now.” The words escaped your lips before you were even able to stop yourself, the blood flowing towards your cheeks as they turned into a shade of red. Jungkook raised a brow at you, before looking down on his own, half naked body, shrugging his shoulders as he shifted his eyes back to yours.

“I’m aware of that. I never wear a shirt when I go to sleep.”

“Oh.”

You averted your eyes from his chest as soon as you realized that you were not even looking at him in the eyes, scratching the back of your head with a nervous laugh escaping your lips.

“Do you feel uncomfortable? If so, I can put on-“

“No! It’s okay!” you exclaimed, maybe a little bit too loud as you witnessed Jungkook slightly cringing at your high pitched voice.

“I mean- It’s okay, really! Don’t do things you’re normally not used to just because I’m here… I will just-,” you explained in a softer tone, quickly rising up from the bed, gathering all your needed stuff to prepare yourself for a hot shower, something you definitely needed after this awkward encounter with your childhood friend.

“I’m going to take a shower now, so uhm. Yeah. Don’t mind me,” you told him in a quick pace, your heart beating like one hell of a fast train as you literally ran to the bathroom, the entrance already visible to your eyes as you prayed to god that you could reach your destination without Jungkook interfering, as you felt a bit too embarrassed to face him.

However, you never reached the bathroom of course, as Jungkook grabbed your wrist tightly, stopping you from taking one more step towards the bathroom, and you cursed underneath your breath, deciding that today was not your luckiest day.

You nervously gulped down the stuck lump in your throat, before turning around slowly, only to have Jungkook looking down at you with hooded eyes as he was just mere inches away from you, and you got the feeling that he was standing a little bit too close than it was needed.

The fact that he was shirtless, did not make this situation better.

Your breath hitched as Jungkook leaned in slowly, his soft, rosy lips dangerously close as the sparkles in his eyes were replaced by nothing but lust. Your legs felt weak, and if Jungkook wouldn’t be grasping your wrist like this, you maybe would have buckled down on the floor already.

Jungkook moved his head to the side of your head, his lips reaching the shell of your ear. He was so close, that you could feel his warm breath against the sensitive skin on your ear, making you shiver in delight, and you couldn’t help but close your eyes, suddenly wondering how it would feel when his soft lips themselves would make contact with your skin.

“Why, noona?”

Jungkook’s breathy voice reached your eardrums, causing you to gasp a bit at the comfortable warmth of his breath, making you feel oh so good as you tried to control the pace of your heart, which was beating like crazy.

“W-What?” you tried your best to form audible words, although that was not really easy since Jungkook was hovering over you like this, his face dangerously close to yours.

Jungkook let out a breathy chuckle, leaning back slightly so that he could look you in the eyes, a devilish smirk appearing on his handsome face. Lifting up his hand, he softly caressed your cheek, the contact making an electric sparkle go down your spine.

“You’re really awkward around me, and I just don’t get it.”

The tone in his voice sounded playful, almost teasing as his hand moved down from your cheeks to your jawline, touching it slightly with the top of his delicate fingers, before moving his hand down to the back of your neck, causing you to jump a bit from the sensitivity of your skin.

“I-I’m not… awkward around you.”

That was probably the biggest lie that you had ever made in your whole life. You hated this. The fact that Jungkook was kind of… unbothered by all this while you were a complete mess, not able to think straight as Jungkook was caressing the back of your neck like this.

“Oh. You’re not? Then why do you keep being so flustered all the time? Even right now, with my body this close to yours, I can clearly see your face gaining a red color,” Jungkook whispered into your ear once again, before his lips moved towards your cheek, pecking it with his soft lips.

He did not stop there. The guy gave you several, soft pecks on your face, and all you could do was staying still in your position, your eyes widened as you felt his lips all over your face. Your cheeks, your forehead, even the tip of your nose got a little taste of his delicate lips.

There was one part of your face Jungkook’s lips did not touch yet, and these were your lips. You did not know why he skipped your lips on purpose, but you couldn’t think properly with Jungkook smirking down at you like that, as a mischievous glint sparkled in his eyes.

“I can’t tolerate this anymore, noona. I know you want me as much as I want you. Gosh, I have been wanting you to be mine ever since I saw you for the first time years ago,” Jungkook said in a desperate tone. His voice turned into a hoarse one, yet it still had that smoothness in it, which made his voice so attractive that it almost hurt you.

Jungkook was not the only one who could tolerate this anymore. He probably didn’t know, or maybe he did, but you were sure that you were on the edge of breaking down, as your attractiveness towards Jungkook only became worse by now. You surely valued your friendship with Jungkook, as the click between the two of you was still there, despite the fact that the two of you had been separated for years. Were you ready to change that valuable friendship in something else?

However, you also knew yourself, and you also knew for sure that you wanted him oh so badly. So for once, you shove the doubts in mind aside, and decided to go for the risky side of the situation, as you quickly wrapped your arms around his neck, causing you to collapse against his naked chest. Jungkook got a bit startled at your sudden action, but he quickly regained himself, as he sneakily put his arms around your waist, the corners of his mouth quirking up, his smirk appearing once again.

“Then come and get me.”

Jungkook pupils dilated as soon as he heard these words from your lips, his breath hitching slightly as he stared at your lips for a second. He brushed his thumb over them slightly, the touch of your lips feeling like the inside of a rose petal.

Soon, the touch of his thumb was replaced by the touch of his own lips, and with that, he was finally kissing you. As his lips touched yours, you immediately found yourself kissing him back, your heartbeat increasing its tempo, and you were sure Jungkook was able to feel the beating of your heart through his chest.

The wet sound of your make-out session should make you uncomfortable, the sound so loud that even the neighbors might be able to hear it. However, the uncomfortableness was nowhere to be found, as it was replaced by nothing but lust spinning in your insides. And it drove you nuts.

The feeling of Jungkook’s lips on yours felt beyond amazing, and you couldn’t help but pull him even closer, wanting to feel every single inch of him. You felt his tongue licking your lips gently, asking you for permission to enter your mouth. You gladly let his tongue in, and you liked the feeling of his tongue exploring the inside of your mouth more than you ever would have thought.

As Jungkook was kissing you like there was no fucking tomorrow, his hands were creeping towards the hem of your shirt, fumbling slightly with it before he pulled your shirt up in a swift motion, letting go of your lips for a bit so that you were able to get rid of the clothing completely. Jungkook tossed the shirt to god knows where, before he attacked your neck with wet sucks and kisses. You let out a strangled moan, your hands gripping his hair tightly as you enjoyed the feeling of his lips against the sensitive skin on your neck.

You could feel Jungkook smirking against your neck, and if it was not for you being such a mess right now, you would wipe off that smirk of his good-looking face. You tightened your grip on his hair, pulling his head up, causing the two of you to look each other in the eyes directly, and the familiar shiver went down your spine as his lustful eyes looked into yours.

This time, it was your turn to smirk at him, lowering your hands towards his chest, caressing it softly before lowering your hands towards his well-defined abs, putting your lips in between your teeth as your fingers came into touch with them. Your smirk grew wider once you heard him breathing irregularly because of your touch, and you suddenly thought about how great it would be if you could dominate him like this.

“So, Jungkook,” you began to speak up, your voice sly and thick, causing Jungkook to look up at you, his eyes slightly hooded.

“Your bed, or mine?”

You actually did not care at all, and neither did he. So the two of you eventually ended up in one of the two beds, randomly chosen by Jungkook as he brought you to it while lifting you up in bridal style. It took the two of you approximately one and a half minute to get rid of all your clothing, minus the wet kisses you gave each other in the process.

Jungkook was hovering over you, his naked body settled in between your legs, his face buried in your neck as he peppered it with hickeys everywhere, supporting his weight on his arms so that he wouldn’t be crushing you. You could feel his hardened member bumping against your wet core occasionally, making you going nuts as you couldn’t help but crave for more of him.

You felt a hand creeping down your body in a slow pace, and it was definitely not yours. As Jungkook’s hand stopped right before the spot where you needed his hand the most, a strangled whine escaped out of your lips, grabbing his wrist as you lead his hand towards your dripping core, signaling him that you needed him right there.

“Well well well. A bit eager, aren’t we?” Jungkook chuckled against your nape, giving it one last peck before lowering his head, until it reached the wet spot in between your legs, his eyes never leaving yours for one second.

As your core came into touch with his hot breath, you shivered from thrill and excitement, your hips already buckling upwards. Jungkook muttered some inaudible words, following by a devilish chuckle, hungrily staring at your wet folds like it was his own dinner, while he licked his lips. He stared at you intensely, and a shiver ran down to your spine as your eyes met his.

“You’re so wet,” Jungkook began to speak, as he ran down your wet folds with his finger, causing you to shudder from pleasure and excitement, as your hips buckled upwards, craving for even more. What he did next made you gasp in surprise, feeling Jungkook’s tongue on your clit, pressing down on it harshly, before flicking the muscle slightly, and your hips made the craziest spastic moves of which you did not even know that you were able to do them.

You expected the feeling of Jungkook’s tongue right there to be good, but not this good. Jungkook was literally eating you out, as you let out strangled moans from pleasure, gripping the sheet underneath you so tightly that it actually hurt your fingers.

Jungkook’s tongue entered you slightly, making you moan even louder as your eyes widened, his tongue hitting the spot that causes you to see stars. However, before you were even aware of it, his tongue slipped out of your core as quickly as his tongue entered your folds, before retreating himself fully. You whined at the loss of contact, the empty feeling causing you to be even more desperate.

“Shh,” Jungkook hushed you, putting his finger on your lips, staring at you with hooded eyes as he gave you a sly wink. “You will be getting more of me, just be patient.”

That night, Jungkook definitely made clear that he was a man of his promises. Because as soon as he let out these words, Jungkook immediately grabbed your waist, making a turn with his body as he pulled you with him, causing the two of you to switch positions. You were now hovering above him, as you looked down at Jungkook’s sly smile, his signature smirk clear to you as he gave you another wink.

“I want you to ride me. Can you do that, noona?”

As his bold words reached your ears, you could feel your own core dripping even more, the arousal real as you looked down at the half-sweaty boy underneath you, and that’s when you realized that he just gave you the dominating position. You looked down at him with your mouth slight agape, but nonetheless nodded your head, telling him that you could do it.

And you certainly would.

You grabbed his hardened member with a soft touch, pumping it slowly, causing the guy groan in pleasure and frustration, mumbling another strike of inaudible words, or rather curses, and you couldn’t help but give him a sly smile, pumping his member even harder now.

“Noona… I-if you keep on d-doing t-that..” Jungkook muttered underneath his breath, and this time it was his turn to buckle his hips, turning the events around as he was now the craving one, instead of you.

“Then what, Jungkook?” you asked him, your voice in an innocent tone as you kept touching his member, your eyes not letting go of Jungkook even once. As you laid your eyes on a sweaty, half-desperate Jeon Jungkook, you could feel your core dripping from arousal even more, and you soon realized that the only one you wanted was no one else but him.

“P-Please noona. Ride me already.”

The desperate tone in his voice caused you to let go of his dick immediately, only to let yourself hover above him, guiding his member towards your dripping entrance. You were so wet, and so ready for him, that he slid into you with no problem, causing the both of you sigh in pleasure and contentment.

You closed your eyes for a second, trying to adjust to the feeling of his member in you. His tongue in you felt good, but you decided that his dick in you felt much better.

Jungkook moved both of his hands towards your hips, gripping them tightly as he moved them slightly, signaling you that you needed to move them. You were in no mood to tease him anymore, so you eventually obliged him, moving your hips up and down as you moaned out in utter pleasure, not caring about how loud you were as you listened to the sinful sound of slapping skin, his loud groans beneath you being a beautiful melody to your ears.

“O-Oh my god. You feel so f-fucking – ah – good,” Jungkook mumbled, his grip on your hips getting even tighter as he guided them to move even faster. You rolled your eyes to the back of your head, the feeling of his member drilling into your core a bit too much, and if it wasn’t for Jungkook getting a tight hold on your hips like that, you probably would collapse on his broad chest already.

“J-Jungkook. I’m going to come.”

As these words escaped your lips, Jungkook quickly switched the positions, causing you to yelp in surprise as you were now the one that was beneath him, with Jungkook hovering over you. His sinful eyes were staring intensely into yours, rocking your body as if the end of the world would be near, his member deliciously slipping in and out of you.

Jungkook lowered his lips towards your ear, nibbling the shell of your ear with his wet tongue, leaving a wet trail behind before he whispered the dirtiest words in your ear, making you moan even louder than you already were. You were sure that, being this loud, the other residents in the hotel could definitely hear you moaning.

“Come for me, baby. Show me what you’ve got.”

You were a moaning mess, your hair all messed up as you let out a strangled scream of his name on your tongue, you back arching as you reached your own high, your hands gripping his broad shoulders, leaving red scratch spots behind. Jungkook softly kissed your jawline as you rode out your intense orgasm, trying to catch your breath in the process.

You realized that Jungkook did not come yet, because he was still moving his hips in and out of you, even after you reached your high. Jungkook was all sweaty, his drops of sweat dripping down his forehead, as his neck was gleaming of the huge amount of sweat.

It was now your turn to bring your lips towards his ear, whispering encouraging words to let him come, as it was now his turn to show you what he has got. You clenched your core on purpose, making Jungkook let out a strangled moan, his eyes widening and the tempo of his drilling getting even harder.

“Yeah, that’s right. You’re doing great, Jungkook-ah. Fuck me hard.”

He came within seconds, spurting his substance into you, his body trembling heavily as he moaned out your name in a strangled mantra. After fully riding out his orgasm, he collapsed on top of you, causing your sweat to mingle with his.

After Jungkook was done catching his breath, he lifted himself up with a groan, pulling himself out of you before plopping down next to you, eying the white ceiling. You knew that he was thinking about what just happened, and for a second, the feeling of fear entered you, afraid that he would dump you afterwards, afraid that he did not want to be more than friends with you after all.

“Guess I have to take another shower again. Thanks, noona.”

Jungkook’s chuckle caused you to jolt out of your thoughts, before moving your eyes towards his.

Your feeling of fear immediately disappeared, only to be replaced with a feeling of joy, brightness… and love.

The lively sparkles in his eyes were replaced by sparkles of love as he looked at you, and the familiar butterflies were creeping up into your stomach again. That’s where you realized that you definitely fell for your old neighborhood friend, and by the look of his sparkling eyes and his bunny-like signature smile, you were convinced that he fell for you as well.

You gave him a shit-eating grin, before pushing yourself closer towards him, giving him a soft peck on the lips as you mumbled a soft ‘no problem’ against his lips, causing Jungkook to grin as well. He put his arm around you in a swift motion, pulling you closer towards his chest as he buried his head into your neck, peppering your collarbone with tiny butterfly kisses, making you giggle from the ticklish feeling.

“I don’t want to take another shower,” Jungkook mumbled tiredly against your nape, his eyes dropping already as the sleep was already about to consume him. A sigh escaped your lips as you ruffled his messed up hairdo slightly, telling him that he really needed to take another shower, because you were absolutely not in the mood to sleep next to a sweaty guy.

“You know Jeon. I still need to take a shower as well, because a certain someone stopped me when I was about to take one.”

You felt Jungkook’s grin against your collarbones, his soft laugh sounding lovely to your eardrums. “Are you suggesting to take a shower together?”

You just shrugged your shoulders, absentmindedly stroking the back of his neck up and down in the process. “Well, we are both sticky, and we literally smell like sex. So yeah, let’s take a shower. Together.”

You actually meant it as a joke, never expecting Jungkook to take it seriously, because you knew how much he hated it to share, or do things with other people. To your surprise however, Jungkook easily agreed to shower together, even if he was aware of how small the shower cabin was.

You stared at him with your mouth slightly agape, getting up from your lying position as you eyed him with suspicious eyes. “Are you sure about it?”

Jungkook was definitely sure about it. Because when he pulled you with him to the bathroom, closing the door quickly as he didn’t even bother to lock it, he immediately pushed you against the cold tiles of the bathroom wall, a cold shiver going down your spine once your back touched the tiles. He locked his lips against yours once again, the sound of your lips moving against his echoing in the small bathroom.

What was supposed to be a ten minute shower ended up in a shower of one fucking hour, with you not being able to walk anymore as Jungkook had to drag you all the way down to the bed.

You never thought that this messy roadtrip with seven other boys, would end up with you being in the same bed as your old neighbor friend, your limbs tangled in his, as the two of you shared soft and small pecks with each other, before ending up in a deep, comfortable slumber.

But you wouldn’t have it any other way.

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