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The Eclipse (2022): Episode 1 | Episode 12 Khaotung Thanawat as Ayan Sukkhaphisit; First Kanaphan as Akk Pipitphattana

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The Joker x Reader - “John Wick” Part 3

Y/N left The Organization 3 years ago for the one reason strong enough to make her settle down: love. But after tragedy crushed her to pieces, she decided to leave The Joker and seek refuge with an old friend and mentor - John Wick. Needless to say The King of Gotham can’t accept his wife running away without a word, especially since he didn’t have a chance to tell her things she might want to hear.

Part 1     Part 2

The Joker listens at the bedroom’s door, impatient to have a conversation with you. It seems you are engaged into a fervent phone call with Winston and figured he shouldn’t interrupt.

“Please, anything you can discover would be a great help! U-hum… U-hum… Thank you,” and you hang up, which queues your husband to walk into the room.

You completely ignore him, scrolling through the numerous text messages you sent to your connections; several are already answering back and hopefully you can get some news soon. The more people are involved into the project, the more chances to find Kase and untangle the mystery of what happened to him after he was removed from the car.

“You left me there,” The Joker sneaks in and closes the door behind him. “Luckily we had Wick with us so he gave me a ride.”

No reaction. He takes a deep breath, trying to get your awareness.

“I didn’t sleep with Evelyn; sex wasn’t the reason why I kept visiting her. I know how that asshole made it sound and he was totally out of line!”

You quickly glance at him, busy replying to Ares since you feel you’re going to explode soon.

“The only skill I was interested in is the fact that she is an excellent painter and a popular art smuggler, OK?” J raises his voice, sort of annoyed you neglect to participate into his monologue. “I did not cheat, alright?” he approaches his wife. “First of all: I’m VERY picky! Second of all: why would I want a woman everyone else had?! I don’t like used toys. Third: nobody’s been polishing my gun as you tastefully addressed the issue! I have one Queen and I married her!!”

A little bit of doubt in your eyes and he utilizes the opportunity.

“You said you saw me going to her house? I did! The Bowery King asked if it was for the last 6 months? Yeah, I did! You know why?!”

At least now The Joker got your attention: you play it cool but he guesses you’re torn apart by his confession.

Many unfortunate events crammed in lately and hating the man you love made life infinitely more unbearable.

“Why…?” you barely muster the strength to inquire and he sees it as a possibility to mend a few broken pieces; although you can hide your emotions well, J can still read between the lines.

Maybe that’s why he answers with another question:

“Do you realize there are just three Monet paintings in circulation on the black market in the entire world? You admire his work and it took a lot of effort and a substantial fortune to acquire The Water Lily Pond painting. Evelyn Black helped with the transaction, then I had her make some modifications to the original masterpiece.”

You keep staring at The King of Gotham, uncertain about the stuff being tossed your way: is he lying or telling the truth?... In your line of work translating feelings is a huge part of the job; ultimately you had the best mentor to teach you the ropes when you started with the organization: none other than the legendary Baba Yaga. Despite his reputation and to your own amazement, John was one of the few hitmen with integrity and perfectly mastered the aptitude of not being a jerk. Such a rare gem… And blissfully unaware of it himself.

On the opposite end, The Joker is a jerk and flawlessly acquainted with his own “captivating” personality that made you fall in love with him anyway.

Also, doesn’t appear to be deceitful for the moment.

And you despise yourself even more for wanting to believe him.

“What… modifications?...” you throw him a bone and J is definitely not going to pass on the alternative of explaining his actions.

“I wanted to surprise you so I took advantage of Miss Black’s capabilities in the art field; I had her add small images to the authentic canvas: an evolution of you being pregnant, the nine frames culminating with a tenth: the new mother holding our son. Similar to a timeline,” he emphasize and you look intrigued, which might be a positive sign. “Needless to say it was tedious, difficult work, especially because she had to apply special pigments you can’t find at every corner of the street. Apparently you can’t mix old paint with contemporary shades, thus I had to order aged, special colors from Italy, Spain and France. That’s why I went to her place so often: I had to supervise the long process and make sure it turns out astonishing. Then…” and The Joker pauses,”…Kase was gone and I didn’t know what to do with my gift: bring it home or not? Would you have loved it? Would it make you sadder? I continued to drive to Evelyn’s and glare at the stupid painting for hours, undecided on what to do…”

J watches you bite on your cheek, then straightens his shoulders as you utter the words:

“… … … You ruined a genuine Monet?”

Your spouse might be a smooth talker when needed, yet he’s not wasting his versatility on this statement:

“I didn’t ruin it; I made it better!”

Silence from both parties. A good or bad omen? Hard to decipher the riddle with two individuals tangled into a relationship that somehow worked despite countless peculiarities meant to keep them apart.

“I have to talk to Jonathan,” you finally mutter and The Joker steps in front of you.

“Talk to me!”

“Unless you know the exact location of the suitcase full of gold coins he’s been safekeeping for me, I really have to speak to him. Or do you want to hammer the whole basement searching for it?”

Y/N walks out of the bedroom and J lingers inside, evesdropping on the conversation happening downstairs. He can’t understand the chat, but you are probably notifying John about the details your husband left out.

Might as well join the party, therefore The Clown pops up in the living room with a plea impossible to refuse:

“Hey Wick, can I stay here? I don’t care if you say no, I’m not going to leave.”

Your friend crosses his arms on his chest, focusing on the random topic:

“How could I deny such a polite request? Of course you can stay Mister Joker; my house is your house.”

You’re watching the free show unamused; usually it would make you smile…now you lack the depth for such connotations.

“Don’t get smart with me, Wick!” J growls and Jonathan pushes for a tiny, unnecessary quarrel.

“I’m not; although generally speaking, I fancy considering myself a smart guy.”

The Joker opens his mouth and you’re not in the mood for whatever the heck they’re initiating:

“I’m going to pump, then after you dig out the suitcase I’ll take half to the Bowery King,” you announce your plans to them.

“You can do that and rest; I’ll deliver the coins,” John immediately offers. “I can stop by Aurelio’s car shop and ask for his collaboration: he has a lot of associates, doesn’t hurt to get him involved. You have plenty of gold.”

“I have two more suitcases in the Continental’s safe and two more at The Penthouse. It doesn’t matter if it’s all gone as long as I can find my son.”

“I know gold coins are preferred; don’t forget we have a lot of money too,” J reckons with spite.

Is he reminding you or Jonathan?...

*************

Your husband spent the last hour in the garden, talking and texting with a lot of people; needless to mention he’s capitalizing on his network also. Winston disclosed Stonneberg’s contract is still opened, meaning the son of a bitch is out there; you have to scoop him before anybody else does.

“Y/N…” The Joker tiptoes in your quarters. “I thought you were taking a nap,” he huffs when he sees you at the edge of the bed.

You glare at the vial on the nightstand, sharing your idea for a future you wish will come true:

“I didn’t have my medicine in two days; I won’t take it anymore because if we get Kase back… I will nurse him. It all goes in the milk and I want to be able to feed my baby… Do you think his little heart is still beating?...” you sniffle and J is currently debating on a clever response since his mind is blank; one could deduce messing up is encoded in his DNA, but on such a huge scale… well, it gives new interpretations to the term even for him.

The grieving woman seeking reassurance for their loss is trying to make sense of the pointless occurrences that lead to Kase being an innocent victim and The Joker can’t render clarification: he has no clue why he asked her to marry him and why she said yes, it’s not that he’s husband material or a family man. Perhaps Y/N thought he could be… just enough to get by, that’s why she accepted his proposal.

Most women would have cringed at the concept. Most women. Not Y/N.

Most women would have flinched at the notion of having his baby. Most women. Not his wife.

Above all, she trusted J with their son and he treated the three weeks old like a trinket: didn’t drive him home because he had an important meeting, didn’t bother to assign escorting cars nor extra security. The King of Gotham took his child’s safety lightly and it definitely had severe consequences. Too late now to fix past mistakes... but he can attempt.

“You’ll be able to nurse him, OK?” he sits by you and hands over his cell. “Can you enter your phone number in here? Or am I not allowed to have the present digits?”

You’re hesitant and he slides the screen while you hold the gadget.

“Lemme help you,” The Joker sarcastically mumbles. “It should be the first on my list, right where the old number you canceled was.”

You exhale and fulfill his demand out of pure frustration when he squeezes in a second innocent petition.

“Chose my avatar.”

You grunt at his rubbish, scrolling through his folders for a picture anyway; J hopes the largest file will get your attention and that’s the point. How could Y/N miss it?!

Entitled “Baby”, the humongous cluster of pics contains 5,723 items. You open it quite absorbed by its size; what’s more puzzling is the collection depicting Kase’s ultrasounds, hundreds of frames with you being pregnant taken without you knowing: there’s a few when your ankles were so swollen you had to sleep with your feet up on 4 pillows, others with you munching on strange food you craved, more with you in the shower focused on your bump, a decent amount of couple selfies when you were sleeping and J had to immortalize the moment without waking you up and approximately 1,500 images of the newborn.

“You didn’t gross me out when you were pregnant,” The Joker reminds a teary Y/N. “Not sure why you would believe such aberration...” he pulls you on his knees and yanks the phone away, tossing it on the nightstand. “I would also like to underline I didn’t have an affair with Miss Black, alright?”

J lifts your chin up, forcing to look at him.

“Let’s put it this way: why would I fuck around with another woman when I have a wife at home that wants to kill me on a regular basis, hm? Where would the fun be? I mean, she didn’t pull the trigger yet but it’s exciting to hope she might. You know me: I’m a sucker for thrills!”

“Do I?”

“Huh?” J steals a kiss and you frown at his sleekness.

“Know you?”

“Yeah,” the green haired Clown acts composed while in fact his feathers are ruffled. Before you catch onto it he has to ultimately admit: “I’m sorry I didn’t drive the car… I should have…”

The Joker holds in his breath when your arms go around his neck very tight.

“I’m suffocating…” he grumbles. “I can’t tell if you’re trying to hug me or choke me to death,” J keeps on caressing your hair, prepared to block your attack in case you’re actually in killing mode.

This is the excitement he was speaking about: with you, one could never know until it’s a done deal.

“I bumped into Magnus at the Continental,” you give him a bit of space to inhale much needed air and The Joker is surprised at your revelation. “I had no idea about his scheme, otherwise I would have skinned him alive right on the hotel grounds! I wouldn’t have cared about the consequences!”

“I’m glad you didn’t,” J cuts you off and he can tell you’re getting mad; maybe you think he doesn’t give a damn but the reason is simple. “You would’ve been declared excommunicado for murder on neutral ground and I don’t want my wife to be the target of such punishment from the company she so proudly retired from. I need my partner!”

The King of Gotham touches your forehead with his as you whisper:

“I hate you!”

“Mmm, regarding this true love affirmation, I’m gonna need you to take a break from detesting me until we have Kase, then you can despise me full throttle again. Deal?” he extends the palm of his hand and you reluctantly shake it, not realizing you’re reacting to his nonsense. “Is that a smile?” J returns the favor with one of his creepy silver grins.

“No.”

“Liar,” he pecks your lips and can’t explain the weird feeling in his heart when you kiss him back.

*************

Jonathan enters the house and becomes suspicious after a few minutes: too much silence.

Omg! Did you and The Joker engaged into a brawling that ended up badly? Did you end each other?!

John frantically runs to the garage, nervous to see your car and J’s are still parked inside. Shit!

“Y/N?” he shouts, concerned about your fate; The Joker’s… irrelevant. Nobody in the garden, patio is empty also. Downstairs is deserted thus he rushes upstairs to your room. The door is not completely shut and he slowly pushes it, knocking.

“Y/N? Can I come in?”

The first thing he notices are clothes scattered on the floor, then he halts his movement at the sight of Y/N and her husband dozing off on the bed sideways: the naked bodies are covered with a blanket, but he can tell you’re snuggled in J’s arms.

Jonathan steps backwards, guilty of invading his guests’ privacy; he certainly didn’t expect to intrude in such a manner and softly closes the door, grateful it’s not what he feared.  

You and The Joker are so worn out the sound of your phones vibrating on the nightstand doesn’t wake you from the deep sleep. Your numerous contacts keep replying back to the text messages, the most important one showing up on his cell: one of the people J reached to is Evelyn Black and the two sentence conversation lights up the screen.

“Let me know if you see Stonnenberg.”

“He’s here.”

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Hi babes! Um- so, when I don’t write smut for a long time- I get pent. Here is the fruit of that, I suppose! Long live tripod writing- @dirtystyles gave me all caps, and @bleedinglove4h is a citrus fruit! Woohooo!!

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Chapter 10- Onsen

"Fuck, Harry!" Ada was barely through the door when he caught her up. He hoisted her like she weighed nothing and it was more than enough to get her hot. Hotter. His hand, thumb hooked through her belt loop and huge palm all over her lower body, coupled with his voice in her ear had been kindling on the embers of last night. She was sure 10 minutes ago that her long, long day had snuffed out those coals. Ada had been so frustrated about her lack of sleeping quarters ten minutes ago, she hadn't thought about the upside.

Harry.

And he was up. And hard. All up against her back for the quick walk to the cabin. The onsen had been pretty quiet, she'd only seen a member of the staff and none of her own crew. That was a godsend. One look at her and Harry, him hustling her like a track coach to a nearing finish line, physically prodding her along with a proprietary arm around her body, and there was no denying what was up. What they were to each other. Lovers, they were gonna be lovers. Who knew if they were in love. Ada wasn't sure she ever had been, that may have to be their pillow talk tonight. A shared things, that uncertainty. All she knew was that she really liked him, and the way he smiled and looked and smelled and tasted. The way she thought about him all the time. That their backgrounds were just similar enough that she didn't have to explain everything to him. He got part of it, that single mom/child dynamic with the estranged dad that you wanted to hate but still wanted approval from.

Ada had been a people pleaser once upon a time, was, right here. Couldn't wait to please him, her wrapped around his waist and shoulder with her mouth full off his ears and neck and her hand full of his tresses. "Your hair is so silky!"

"So is your skin, Smoky. God! I've wanted you so bad. Do you want me too? Have you waited for me?" He stopped his progress and she huffed at his slow down.

How much clearer could her desire be. Words, maybe he needed words.

"I want you, Harry. I have. Can't you feel that?" She ground against him as best she could from her perch on his lithe hips. He smirked smugly. He was on her collarbone instantly, for once she was over the moon it was so prominent, it was like a map of her erogenous zones.  Pointing down like a beam of light onto pleasure.

"Seven." She murmured to herself, and his head came up from where it had drifted to the cleavage he'd had scent of before and not forgotten.

"That's surely not seven?"

"That a question?" came out, deep and sultry. "Smoky?"

"Yeah," he breathed. "You're like a banked fire, throwing off steam, when you're mad, or frustrated or..." he leaned in and licked her lip, tilted sideways and took her mouth. She was blazing, fire had caught.

"Alright. I'll have to come up with something better than Styles." Had she evaded her own silly 'Friends' reference?

  "Nope," she didn't say that out loud, right? "Not so fast. I would guess this is three, maybe four, if you prefer it to the neck." He went in then and she loved the pointed teeth for just a minute, right on her jugular.

"Three." She conceded.

"Ahh!" He laid back on the bed and put his palms up for her to use. "Give me a map."

She didn't want to do that. She wanted him to figure it out. She didn't sulk, at least it wasn't a proper full body one. However, she must have been obvious, because he seemed to follow along, catch a ride on her train of thought.

"I don't mind finding all your spots, the ones that send you to a pillow, make you bite down. But I can have you coming in minutes if you tell me where 5, 6, and 7 are." He tweaked her pointed peak. She yelped. "4 or 3."

"5!"

"Oooh! Fun, I'll find 8 on my own." But Ada sat up and rocked her center over his proud agreement while he ran his hands over her body. She kissed his palm and let gravity carry his fingers down to her lips which she pouted then licked out to catch the tips. "Two."

"Two?" Ahh? He'd forgotten the most important spot besides six. She realized. She liked this side of him. Sexy, and much more secure than he'd shown himself to be so far. But wanting guidance, valuing her input. Who knew her body better than her? Nobody. Not yet.

She curled her head down until he cradled her face, his fingers now at her temple. She tapped his painted nails. "One."

His face dawned with understanding. "Yeah, that's definitely one." He looked pleased with her assertion, himself, all of it, "have I been working on that one for a while?"

"Probably since before you knew it." He was tracing her lips and she was undoing his bowling shirt.

"I am very sexy." He smirked while he untied her sweater and pulled it off her arms.

"Oh, yes the Bambi legs and puke, very hot."

"And yet." His fingers stroked softly the sides of her neck. "3?" Then over her shoulders and down.

Ada nodded. She knew her eyes closed, hard on sensation. Her hips were going fast.

"You may wanna slow down with seven. Remember I have fewer zones, so they are more sensitive." He cautioned, all teasing brow and red pink lips.

"That's more six. And you really think that you have more sensation. Number six there has more nerves than any of your parts." Mmmmmm, she moaned when he held her fast to circle their hips a minute.

"I've heard that. We will have to have a sensation test." He got her bra over her head and gave her tit a squeeze. "Show me the rest." Ada was smiling and just moving Harry's hands from four down to five when the knock sounded.

"Harry?" Fuck Ayae. "You make it? Everybody is going in the water. Have you seen Ada? Nobody can find her."

"Yeah, I've definitely seen Ada," Harry raised his eyebrows at her and her nipples.

She narrowed her eyes at him and gave his nipple, the one she thought of as number 2, a rough twist in response.

"Ouch." He whispered but looked, well, hot for it. Then he sat up and hooked his chin over her shoulder in a sort of coitus interruptus hug, and called. "I'm here. Just getting undressed to come out. I saw Ada." He turned his head and licked 3. "She's here." He made a goofy face. "I'll text her, she seemed tired though."

He whispered in her ear and she thought she had to redefine her zones, maybe there were nine. "You feel up to seeing everybody. Or do you want me to go throw off suspicion?"

She laid her head on his shoulder and they looked across her collarbone at each other.

Ada was tired, and the tightness between her thighs was so thick it was bothersome. Yet, The idea of him going without her, of her missing out on seeing him across from her with steam rising from blue grey water and sending his curls into a tizzy above his slick shoulders, no nap was worth that.

She'd sleep when she was dead, or after they had finished what they started here.

Ada shook her head and kissed his collarbone sweetly, added a nibble. "No, I'll come."

"You most certainly will. Hopefully because of me, sooner rather than later." She shook her head at him but accepted the kiss he offered, sighed into it. "Speaking of coming." He made a ridiculous face, "I'm going to make a stop in our bathroom before we head out there."

"That's a good idea, I'll have to make my own stop and meet you out there—"

"Um, no." He was shaking his head and standing with her still in his arms. "I'd like you to sit on that orange." Ada yelped when he cupped her over the swelling. "It'll be very juicy when I get to it later."

"Ahh!!" Ada wanted to be pissed, protested, "that's completely unfair." But, damn, she liked that he gave an order.

"You don't have to, only if you want to." He placed her on her feet. His breath curled around her ear. "But I know you want to."

That was sexy enough, but the nonchalance, self assurance he went to the bathroom with. Damn, she liked to give Harry solid feedback. Confidence looked really good on him. Ada sat down. She needed a breath, a drink, and his dick. Sitting wasn't enough. Maybe she should go watch him.

The vision of him stroking over the swelling she'd started in her mind's eye was lovely, had her curling around her tight tummy. There were a few details she was missing behind her tired eyes unfortunately. Size, shape, color, and modifications were unknown. She kept her eyes closed though and plotted out where she hoped it would go, her watching him stroke, and what he'd look like doing it. She'd go check her accuracy in just a moment.

20 minutes later, Ada felt a nuzzle of wet hair against her cheek and woke up to a droplet on her cheek.

"Why are you wet?" Was the groggy question that made it out of her rattling vocal chords.

"There is a little washing station, I saw one by the springs when I was looking around, before I ran into you. You're supposed to wash before you go in. Hygienic. Figured I'd do it now." He brushed under her eyes with black tipped nails. "Are you sure a nap wouldn't do more for you than the springs? You didn't sleep last night."

"Do I look that bad?" she winced.

"Never, but you passed out while I was washing. Must be tired."

"I am, but, we have a long day tomorrow, and I've been looking forward to coming here since I got the scouting stills. It's so beautiful I wanted to experience it. Also to the bonding time." She wasn't the most outgoing person, but a solid crew family made a good movie, and good memories. She couldn't very well encourage it if she wasn't there. "Go. I'll meet you there."

"I think you go in the women's side. Get ready. I'll meet you there, and try not to let on I just saw you topless, ok?" He flashed his brows and dimpled and they kissed. This was going either be the most fun couple of days or the most frustrating of her life. When he left the room and she saw his case right next to her things, and the one white linenned bed, she doubted she wouldn't find relief. Ada got herself up on the idea of Harry wet, as he was when he left, but steaming too. She was steaming for him, still.

When she made it to the springs to discover her whole cast, Harry's entourage, and assorted crew she decided it would be frustrating. At least for the next little while.

He was sitting in the corner, holding court, his laugh ringing out and she realized it was at his own joke from the assorted head shakes. Harry could be very funny. Mostly when he got to make off color jokes. His dirty mind she'd only caught bits of, that night at the bar, last night in her room, and when she heard him joking with Masa or Yuki. She'd seen a bit of his dirt now though. It was either funny grains of grit or dad jokes. She guessed this one was a dad joke.

And still.

He was so sexy. The water was blue tinged and the steam rose up, in the whole spring, but all she could see was it rising up around him, making his bright pink lips stand out and the chocolate curls get tighter. He was chuckling with bright teeth and full dimples. There was someone on either side of him and she was thankful. It definitely kept her off his lap.

"Ada!" Lara called and everybody looked at her. She was so glad that her towel was wrapped right around her and huge. She was also glad they had the place to themselves and that they had made arrangement to use the springs in a co-ed fashion. And with bathing suits. She liked the free love idea, but not in front of her cast and crew. She was from California, but not that California.

A small voice in the back of her head was a little sad Harry wasn't naked. But then she remembered she'd have him naked, and they had their own tub in their own room.

She was suddenly thankful for the room drama. She probably wouldn't even look into it. Just be happy they were sharing a bed, and there were no 'your place or mine' moments.

She hadn't met his eyes yet. She was afraid to look, would everybody know that she was still juicy for him?

"Hey everybody, looking hot!" They all chuckled at her Harry style joke. "Sorry! I fell asleep." Not entirely untrue. She was careful not to look at Harry first or last. But she looked at him. And her towel dropped when they connected, by coincidence.

They all laughed at her and she did too while she walked down the stairs into the waters. She sat by Lara, carefully adjacent to and not across from the tattooed boy she wanted to memorize. Luckily, the conversation was lively and relaxation the mood.

The communal feel was awesome and laughs and jokes were plentiful.

Ada was sure she had calmed down, that the heat Harry had generated during their make out, had abated. She thought that until she felt a foot glance her own. At first, she thought it was an accident, but the foot stilled and swirled under her own to the sensitive sole an inch off the ground. She could feel his gaze. His foot was soft, but that wasn't surprising. He was a groomer. His nails painted in his off time. They'd have to get pedicures together. She loved that indulgence.

She also loved the realization that she was still on the boil.

And he kept her there, with a wrap of his foot around her calf and occasional steamy looks across the pool for the hours of relaxation they all enjoyed together.

Slowly, the numbers dwindled. Until it was just Masa holding court. Ada looked up and caught Harry's eyes. Then turned to Lara. "I'm gonna go back. I'm ready to go to bed."

"Ok girl, see you. Call time is 8 tomorrow. Breakfast spread at 7." Ada loved her organization.

"See you in the morning!" She leaned in and kissed her cheek, lifted her eyes to her bedmate. Would he follow?

He did.

Ada wasn't even sure how exactly she'd wound up on her back with her bikini untied at her neck and each hip so fast. She supposed they had simply picked up like they hadn't left off.

"I can still taste you, over the water." And he dipped his tongue back in her channel and she was sure the tide was rushing in.

"Fuck, fuck."

His hand covered a goodly portion of her ass and she lifted her hips to chase the wave. Except he leaned back and focused his attention on her ripening center. It was almost enough. But not quite. Her walls tightened a second time, and maybe she didn't need his tongue, that mouth.

"Harry!" She whined. She definitely needed it, to come to shore. It was so close, one length of his tongue over her from opening to top of hood and she'd be there. Saying his name in an entirely different attitude. Screaming it.

"Just a minute." He stared and it was enough to keep the waves in sight, but her tide was receding.

"No, no, no." Ada lifted her hips again, offered all of her salt to him. "Please! I'm close."

"I know." He was so calm and it was infuriating. She could feel her ire sliding into the crack of her ass. "You're tightening, and getting redder. I like to watch." And at that he looked her in the eye.

Ada's stomach rolled over itself and she would have rubbed her thighs together had he not caught her knees in his hands and pushed them back to the mattress. Then he breathed on her until she was babbling and biting the flesh of her arm. Just enough sensation to keep her tense, no slack, and no snap. It was maddening.

His tongue, when he applied it to her clitoris, was wily and wet and made three circuits before her back came off the bed and "Fuck!" came loudly out of her mouth. She'd not come so hard in a long while, not even with somebody else. It was good. It was better when his hands wrapped around the back of her hips and held her fast through the three "Stops!" she cried until the tide came all the way up to her eyeballs and she couldn't even shriek. She'd drowned. Her breath caught and lids closed.

When she was able to open her eyes again, he was perched on her lower stomach, sharp chin on her mons and she thought the thickness was ideal, designed. Maybe for him to place his adoring face on her low, low stomach and stare at her like this.

"You look even more radiant when you're coming your ass off." He rubbed his cheek over the smooth lasered skin.

"Thank you?" She giggled, a sound she didn't hear from herself too often, except around him. Even in the afterglow. "Let's see what you look like when you are coming your brains out. Come here." She reached down for his shoulders and loved the long lines of him, soft but firm over her curves, the dips at the side of his bum were sized well for her calves. She would have had more time to think of that if it wasn't the first time she felt him pressed against her center. She was so sensitive from her multiples, she pulled her hips back. "Wow."

"Wow?" He pulled back with his redolent mouth and smiled at her. "I'll take wow."

"I doubt you need dick compliments. That's what the internet is for, but I can give you wow."

"Uppercase or lowercase?"

"Well," Ada raised an eyebrow at him. "I think I need an actual look, and to see how it works." She raised two eyebrows then, and Harry laughed while rolling to the side.

"Be my guest." He motioned over his still slightly slick body and Ada licked her lips. He was long, lean,  bedecked and luscious. A feast.

"Definitely capitalized." She ran her hand from sparrow to laurel and followed the muscle obscured by ink to fill her palm with him. "Maybe shouty letters, even." Her hand cascaded up over him and down, foreskin swallowing the pearl inviting her to taste his tip. Her mouth found his nipples, the proper ones first. It seemed presumptuous to jump to the main course and skip the delicious appetizers. She nibbled along his torso and caressed his thighs and the sides of his glutes until he was squirming, mirroring her earlier hip ruts. She supposed it was a little cruel to start with strokes over his cock and then move to chest kisses and leg rubs. Backwards, but a beautiful tease.

Ada took pity on him of course, after a fond drag. "Need something, Styles?"

"I thought you were working on a new nickname, Smokes." Her mouth was above his bobbing dick and he flexed his hips to emphasize it. "But yes."

"I don't know what I should call you..." she tapped her chin, then ducked it and filled her mouth with his tip. "Maybe eager."

"Very." She smiled. "Ada, please put it in your mouth, I'm trying not to hump your face here."

"Why?" She queried before taking him nearly to his base. She pulled to the top, "Feel free to help."

"Holy fuck." He lay his hand on the back of her head and guided her that way, groaned when her hand took up what her mouth couldn't fit.

Ada's jaw was getting tired. She'd been sucking him passed the point of inquiry, knowledge, and fatigue, but Harry showed little impatience. Even after all that time in the springs his earlier wank was giving him a stamina she wasn't going to be able to conquer without using her entire body. She picked up her pace though, sucked up with hollowed cheeks, completing the strokes with her hand. She wasn't a quitter.

"God damn! I was right about your lips." Harry exclaimed after one enthusiastic mouthing.

Ada kept stroking. "You thought about my lips?" She slinked up his body. Gave herself a hiatus.

"God, yes, like every morning in the shower."

She smiled, kissed him languidly, and brought a leg over his lap. "I thought about yours too."

"Since when."

"Since always, but especially the bar. You look good with a microphone against your lips." She leaned in, swiped his mouth with her tongue. "DSL's."

"Hmmmmmm, takes one to know one." He rubbed her down. "Was it just my mouth? Or maybe you  have a rockstar fetish." He smiled while opening the condom.

"I do." She smoothed the latex over him. "Want to help me with that?" Her head went to the side and she crinkled her nose.

"More than anything." He swore while guiding her. There was something like completion about sinking down over him to the base. She saw that lake again, wide and flat, expansive. God, he was big.

"Steady." He held her for them both to adjust and watched her exhale. What a day, an evening. Harry had been excited about the menus when he arrived. Kunichi had been telling him about the spreads the Onsens, especially ones like Beppu, put out. There were often dishes even Kunichi had never had. Harry's been looking forward to trying new things, and hanging out with everybody. The minute he'd heard Ada didn't have a room though, he'd decided he'd be fine if he just spent all day eating her.

He'd been sure he was going to get his wish when they'd first made it to the room. He was fit to burst with getting to kiss her and feel her in private, with lots of time and a mutual finish in mind. When he'd realized they were going to have to pause he wanted to throw a fit, say fuck it, and just hole up in the room with her even if the entire cast and crew caught on to what they were up to.

He was so hungry for her, starved. He felt like the kid who was allergic to his favorite food and suddenly grew out of it. A glutton after austerity, tummy sick with peanut butter cups.

The interruption was necessary, he decided now watching her smooth brown skin move over his hips. If he'd gotten to feel that tight pussy slide over him before his bathroom wank, the finish would have been instant and he assumed one sided. He liked to make it last, especially since they had waited a while.

This way, he'd gotten to keep her on a low boil, so her flavors really developed, for several hours, gotten a leisurely taste of them, and bee allowed to fill her mouth as well.

Fuck food.

He'd just live on Ada. Right now, she was rocking back and forth over him, keeping him seated deep within her. She was so warm, ripe, but he wanted a deeper stroke, longer.

He side spanked her ample ass. She blinked open, her pupil had swallowed the brown in her iris. "Fuck me harder, Ada." Her eyes opened wider and she exhaled out of her nose before getting her legs under her so she was able to bounce all the way up and down him. It was a powerstroke.

Harry had felt like he was in no danger of coming because of his earlier wank, but the full length friction was going to erase his earlier emission. Did he stop her? She looked determined and was gripping his palms hard for leverage. Her eyes weren't rolling back in her head though, least not to his liking. She was too focused. He wanted her wild. This was too much for him, and not enough for her. He let go of her palms and that immediate sent her to gripping his torso, but her rhythm was broken. Like he wanted. He leaned up, and pulled her long over the top half of him and flipped her under him. This he could do for ages, he thought as he pulsed into her. There was that eye roll.

"Right there? Yeah." Her bleary nod was bliss. He thought this was sustainable until she nipped him with her cunt. Closed down around him rhythmically until he was groaning. "Yes, fuck, Ada!"

He sat back then, pushed her thighs up and stood. It dislodged him, but he wanted solid ground under him for this. The sheets made a slicking noise when Harry dragged her to the edge of the mattress.

Ada was rolling her head back over the thick cotton sheets. She smiled blearily. "I love it like this. God! Harry!" Her nipples were sensitive.

"How's my punctuation now?" He asked notching the tip just inside and working back and forth until she squeezed him hard.

"Well, I have a feeling we are getting close to a Big O." She giggled, again. He loved that sound, he'd heard it last night, in their moments of levity before it got heavy, and several times today.

"How quickly do you want to get there?" He pushed in thick and deep and her giggle became a moan.

"Fuck, soon, please."

"Yes Smokes, I love that word." Those moments of abandon when motion and sensation took over, he felt them on stage and while fucking. Probably why they were his two favorite things in the world. God, he'd never felt this free, wide open and expansive.

His hips moved faster, and he'd been sweating since they got out of the water. His body temperature hadn't dropped from its peak in the heated waters. He could feel beads rolling down his chest and over his abs. He looked down to see it collecting in his pubic hair and the view of Ada taking him, all of him, was extravagant.

"God, your pussy, I'm gonna come!" He focused on her face and watched her bite her lip. "Can you get there with me? Touch yourself."

Her hand gripped her nipple and he could feel her nails on the base of his cock from where she was doing as he'd ordered.

"Fuck honey." Honey. He hadn't expected such a sweet endearment. She was so much more tender alone, in their room. That what sent him over, his mouth dropping open, her openness and the possibilities. They had three days here, he got this giggly, sweet tongued, and naked Ada, in a private place for all the hours of each night.

"Ada! Look at me!" Her eyes caught his and he felt the pulses start at the base of his cock and work upward. It was her uncontrolled, unintentional clenches he'd remember though.

It took minutes for his breath to catch. And his sweat started to cool quickly. He saw a shiver come over her and he laid down around her to share his body heat.

"WOW!" He said into her ear.

"All caps." She got out and giggled.

[who-tf-stole-my-car-radio]

Vessel part 2

Your friend hurried back to the table. “What happened?!” She asked, her expression hungry for details. You simply shrug “he invited me to their next show at some college party, he invited you too .... and I gave him my number” you say with a melancholy tone. Your friends eyes were wide “why the hell do you sound depressed?!” She questioned “why are you not freaking out like me?” She added. “He has a girlfriend” you say taking another drink of your lemonade. “God I wish this had alcohol in it” you say again, mostly to yourself. “Ok he has a girlfriend BFD he can’t like her that much if he asked you for your number” with a satisfied shrug. “Yeah that’s just it, I don’t want to be the reason he leaves her. I mean we literally just met like what? Twenty minutes ago? And who knows how long he’s been with her” you ramble. Your friend shakes her head “listen whatever happens between them is NOT your problem. If he’d leave her for a chick he met twenty minutes ago then clearly their relationship is already trash” she says taking a perky sip of her drink. You look at her blankly for a moment before rolling your eyes “you just like the drama” you retort with an eventual smile. She nods proudly as she swallows her sip “I do! AND I like the drummer so we’re going to that show” she pointedly decides. You chuckle and shake your head. Honestly you were excited to hear and see him again, you really were and it’s not like you guys were gonna make out or anything. You had no plans on doing anything that would jeopardize his current relationship, the two of you were just friends so far. Not even friends , just acquaintances. Being an acquaintance sounded far better than home-wrecking hussy.

“That reminds me” you chime settling the storm of thoughts in your mind. Your friend looked up at you. “Tyler said the drummer, Josh, was looking at you like the entire show” you proclaim readying yourself for the deafening over zealous girl-ish shriek that was sure to be escaping her perfectly glossed lips at any moment. “WHAT?!?!” She yelled, her aura flashed at you like the aftershock of an atom bomb. Her face lit up with excitement and yours winced with the pain of her shriek ringing in your ears. “Sorry I said anything “ you chime but it falls on deaf ears. “ oh my god What will I wear??” She asks her eyes darting off in thought. “Wear two stamps and a saltine for all I care just don’t get your hopes up about the little drummer boy there. Boys in bands aren’t really known for their long healthy relationships, more like short , shameful one night stands” you say “Yeah I don’t care” she replies quickly you smile, of course she doesn’t. You can’t help but feel differently about Tyler , somehow you knew he wasn’t like that. He seemed genuine but you had only just met him so you couldn’t really make a fair call yet. The rest of that day was full of water, sunshine, and lingering thoughts of two boys you hardly knew.

The next day was completely different, weather-wise at least. Dark, heavy clouds hung over your town like a horrendous guilt. And a , what seemed to he never ending , shower of rain fell to the ground turning every home and business in Columbus Ohio into lakefront property. “It’s about time you woke up” your friend smiles as you join her in the living room. She hands you a hot cup of tea , both of you still wore your pajamas which consisted of, cotton shorts and old over sized t shirts . The sound of rain dancing on the large window in your living room made you sleepy again , nothing a huge crack of thunder couldn’t solve though. Your body jolted in response to the loud boom. Your friend simply laughed and took another sip of her, what smelled like, vanilla chamomile tea. “Shut up” you retorted playfully elbowing her in the ribs. You looked at your phone , you forgot you had turned it on silent last night. There was one unread message from a random number. Butterflies took flight against the walls of your stomach.

Tyler.

You hated the fact that you couldn’t help but smile and blush at the thought of him.

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

He has a girlfriend

You chanted to yourself in incantation before refocusing and reading his message.

T: hey it’s me ! I hope you had a good rest of your day yesterday, sorry for the late text, I had to wait till my girlfriend fell asleep to talk to you...

Your heart sank. You felt bad for his girlfriend , it’s not nice of Tyler to go behind her back BUT there are two sides to every story and who knows maybe she’s talking to another dude. Your thoughts flew around your mind like fireflies. You shook your head and watched them scatter out of your ears and disappear into nothing.

Y: hey Tyler! I’m glad to hear from you, so when’s that party?

You decide to completely ignore the fact of his girlfriend and ask about the show instead, you’d like to talk to him more about his relationship because clearly he wasn’t very happy in it but it wasn’t your place to ask.

T: 343 University dr. We play at 7 but we’ll be there around 5 , so does this mean you’re coming?

Y: yeah we’ll be there, my friend would drag me by my hair if I didn’t want to go :) but she won’t have to

T: well that’s good news for your hair, it’s too pretty to be pulled around........... like that anyway

The butterflies made their way all throughout your body. Did he just compliment you? It felt so good to hear him say that, it made you feel like a little giggly school girl with a crush. On the other hand your mind couldn’t stop wondering if he’d said the same to his girlfriend today or who knows maybe there’s other girls. You sighed and slumped down in your seat. Why was this eating you alive? You really honestly didn’t even know him that well. You didn’t know his last name , his favorite color, if he’d ever broken any bones. All you knew was he was a boy in a band , with a beautiful voice and a face to match. You felt the butterflies melt into a warmth as thoughts of him filled your head.

Y: Tyler......

T: I know I’m sorry...I just ... I can’t help it. I’m usually not like this but I just feel pulled towards you...

Somehow you knew exactly what he was trying to say, you felt the same way. The two of you we’re magnetized towards each other. You needed to be in his life one way or another and you just might have to put your better judgement aside and let temptation take over.

Y: I know, it’s okay. You’re really sweet and I appreciate that....I’m really glad we met Tyler

T: I’m glad we did too and I feel like we met for a reason, I have to go rehearse with Josh now , but I’ll talk to you as soon as I can....maybe I can come see you tonight?

Come see you tonight? What does that mean? What would we do? What would he tell his girlfriend? You didn’t know what to say hopefully he would be too busy at rehearsal to have any free time tonight.

Y: sure, if you’re not busy you can stop by, just call me or something, hopefully I’ll still be awake ha ha. If not then I’ll see you at the show .....bye Tyler :)

T: haha okay bye (Y/N)

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*later that evening*

“So you’re going to let him come over right???” Your friend prys as the two of you walked trough the mall. You rolled your eyes

“How did you even know about that?” You asked swinging your bags as you walked . She looked down “I may have just quickly skimmed through your texts while you were in the shower” she chimed with an innocent smile. You glared at her but couldn’t hold back your laugh.

“You’re so fucking nosy” you retort shoving her gently. She smirks with a slight cock of her head. “I don’t go through your phone” you add . Her face goes blank “yeah well my love life isn’t really as exciting as yours right now, my phones dryer than the Sahara “ she responds with her usual quick wit.

“Well what about Josh, he might like you “ you suggest.

“Yeah he MIGHT and I don’t have his phone number so I can’t talk to him” she argues. “We’ll get it at the party don’t worry” you reassure. She sighs and drops her shoulders. “Yeah and so will every other girl within a mile radius” she retorts. “Hey there were plenty of girls at the water park yelling his name but he only had eyes for you “ you respond , you can tell what you said made her feel slightly better. “Yeah well I guess we’ll see, he is really cute though............I’m totally getting his number” she smiles decidedly. You knew she would, it never takes much coaxing for her to want to get a guys number, usually she didn’t have to ‘get’ them, guys practically through their numbers at her. I’ve gotta hand it to her this time though, Josh is a good looking man.

Just then your phone rings, you look down and see Tyler’s name flashing on the screen. “Oh Shitting hell its him!” You say looking at your friend like a deer in headlights. “Well what are you out of your mind ?? ANSWER IT!” She demands as she grabs your hand making you put your phone against your face.

“Hi Tyler” you say shooing her hand away.

“Hey! I wasn’t sure if you we’re going to answer” he says , you can tell a smile is beaming on his face.

“Yeah sorry my hands are kinda full and I had to dig in my bag for my phone” you lied. Your hands were only carrying one bag, they were hardly full, and your phone was already in your hand as well. You didn’t want Tyler to know you were too nervous to answer right away and your friend had to basically force feed the phone to you

“Oh well, I’m done with rehearsal.....what are you up to?” He asks , he must have JUST got done with rehearsal because you can hear him and who you assume is Josh fumbling with some equipment in the background.

“Oh me and (Y/F/N) are just at the mall, we’ll we’re leaving now we just wanted to pick up some new outfits for...” your voice trails. Shit. You didn’t want him to know you were here getting new clothes for his show , oh Christ (y/n) , make something up QUICK BEFORE-

“For what?” He questions. His voice interrupting your rampant thoughts

Fuck. “Um forrrr ...... a birthday party! Yeah next weekend, her cousins birthday party. It’s gonna be on a boat at the lake so we wanted to get some beach appropriate attire” you say. What a shit-headed fuckin lie. Really? A birthday party? On a boat??? Tyler simply laughed “Birthday party huh? Sounds like a good time” he’s smiling again.”Well I hope you have fun, so.... you wanna get together tonight?” He asks getting right to the point. You pause and look at your friend who nods so hard you could have sworn she was going to slip a disc in her spine .”Uhh aren’t you like really busy? You’re in a band you must have like no free time to hangout with me” you say prolonging your answer. “Well no I don’t have much free time, but I’m freeing up my time...for you” he responds. His words were so sweet but so hard to hear and they made you feel happy and conflicted at the same time. “I’ll bring Josh” he adds

Your friend snatched your phone

“Yes! Let’s hangout ! Our address is 1342 sunfeild st. Why don’t you guys stop over in let’s say.....an hour!” Your friend chimes cheerfully. You can hear Tyler’s voice responding but you can’t make out what he’s saying.

“Awesome see you guys soon!” She says once more before hanging up. You just stand there looking at her with zero expression on your face.

“You’ll thank me later” she remarks tossing you your phone and continuing through the mall.

“Come on slow-poke we gotta get date ready!” She bounces up and down grabbing your hand pulling you along. Honestly you were really really excited to see Tyler again , nervous but excited. What were you going to wear?

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When the two of you finally returned back to your house , your friend made a bee-line for her room , you did the same. You stood hopelessly in front of your closet. “God I have nothing to wear!” You holler to your friend.

“You can borrow something of mine” she offers. You can hear her shuffling through her drawers, she’s probably ripping through her clothes. With a quick pace you made your way to her room.

“What should I wear?” You ask looking through the clothes she’s already tossed aside.

“I dunno what are we going to do? Maybe wear something practical and multipurpose” she suggests. No help . You grab a black pair of ripped skinny jeans and a black tank top that had a red floral pattern . This’ll do. Sauntering back to your room you slip the outfit on and looked at yourself in the mirror. Thank god you and her were basically the same size. Now all that was left was the matter of your hair and makeup. You decided to go with something simple, you didn’t want to look like you were trying to impress him (even though you totally were). You tied your hair up in a ponytail leaving a few strands down in the front. Gently and with effortless precision you put on your eyeliner , it really brings out your eyes and made your cheek bones look nice. Usually that was the only makeup you wore, but tonight you decided to put on some lipstick for good measure, a nice natural blush color. You smile at your reflection, which rarely ever occurred.

“You look great!” Your friends voice fills the air like light pink waves crashing over hot sand, you watch as the waves echo out your bedroom window.

You turn to look at her, she’s wearing a knee length sky blue spaghetti strap dress, It was simple and pretty and fit her frame perfectly. She wore a pair of white doc martens to top off her soft grunge look, her hair was down and barely touched her shoulders.

“You look really nice too, I love that dress” you respond with a smile. Just then there was a knock on the door, you and (Y/F/N) looked at each other before the both of you scurried excitedly to the door. “Oh wait wait WAIT” you proclaim in a hushed yell as you ran into the bathroom. You grabbed your favorite perfume and spritzed a careful amount over your body.

“Ok go go go” you say as you toss the bottle back on the counter. The two of you rush to the door looking each other over one last time before your friend pulls it open. In front of you stands Tyler and Josh , both wearing sweet smiles.

“Hey “ Tyler says looking at you, his smile grew softer and more sincere the longer he looked at you. You picked up on it and blushed letting out a pathetically soft “hi” .

“Come on in!” Your friend says opening the door even wider. The two men step inside looking around as they do.

“This is a pretty nice place, Tyler and I just share an apartment “ Josh says with a soft chuckle.

“This is hardly our place, her parents pay our rent” you say nodding toward your friend. She smiles “yeah, their loaded. So what do you guys wanna do?” She says quickly. Josh laughs at her remark.

“We thought we could go for a walk, maybe get some ice-cream” Tyler says , more to you than the other two.”A walk? It’s like 10pm” your friend says laughing.

“That’s the best time to go” Josh says. “Don’t worry we’ll protect you from robbers” Tyler jokes

You smile, you did every time he looked at you, you couldn’t help it he was so pretty. “Sounds fun “ you chime. “I’m 100% getting blue moon” your friend says grabbing her purse. “Oh you don’t need that, I’ll buy” Josh offers. Your friend looks at you smiling. “My kinda guy” she says jokingly , Josh and Tyler laugh and the four of you head out the door. The night air was crisp and clean and smelled like rain, the ground was still damp , the clouds were still dark but the rain had settled. You could smell it all, you could smell the droplets that hung on the leaves and the wet earthy dirt they fell onto. It was your absolute favorite smell, it reminded you of fall, which was only a few weeks away. The thought of that made your face burn red as you remembered you told him you had a birthday party on a boat to go to in a few weeks not stopping to think that it would be fall in a few weeks. Dumbass. He could probably drive a van through the holes in that story. Josh and your friend trailed slightly behind the two of you, keeping conversation as they did. You heard them both laugh every few seconds and they really seemed to be getting along.”You look really pretty” Tyler speaks forcing your attention on him. “Oh” you smile “Thank you, I couldn’t really find anything to wear so I had to borrow something of hers” you admit with a laugh. “You could have worn a trash bag, you’d still look pretty” he says. His voice was dark and gentle like melted chocolate mixed with blood. His words ripped through you like wind through trees and all you could think about was his girlfriend. “Can I ask you something?” You respond.

“You can ask me anything” he responds his eyes searching the ground. “Why are you so nice to me?” You ask, your voice falls a little. Tyler looks at you and then a passing car steals his gaze.

“When I first seen you, I felt this pressure lift from my shoulders and then I couldn’t take my eyes off you, even if I wanted to I couldn’t. You filled my head and I hadn’t even spoken to you yet. One look and You entranced me..... “ he says softly. “There’s something between us (Y/N) and I need to know what it is” he says again , both of you had stopped walking by now . Josh and your friend were across the street ordering everyone’s ice cream and standing noticeably close. Now that you thought about it so were you and Tyler. “What about your girlfriend..?” You ask, barely able to form words all you could focus on was his perfect lips and enchanting eyes. You were close enough that you could smell his faint cologne pass your nose with every slight gust of wind . Your mention of his girlfriend didn’t seem to phase him at all. “Things with me and her are complicated, our relationship was set up through our parents and it’s just a mess....a forced mess....she doesn’t feel that close to me. I’ve known you for a day and I’ve felt more things with you than I ever have with her” he explains. He was being honest it wasn’t just a show or him telling you what you want to hear. “So why don’t you just break up with her?” You ask again.

“I’ve never broken up with anyone before.... I don’t know how...” he admits. You understood how he felt , you’d never broken up with anyone either , you’ve always been on the receiving end of a bad break up. Just then Josh and your friend returned arms full of ice cream.

“Peanut butter cup just like you like” your friend says handing you a double scoop of the creamy treat stuffed generously into a waffle cone. Waffle cones were amazing. You never understood why anyone got anything else, they were delicious and if your ice cream started to melt it would catch in the diamond shaped waffle divots of the cone and not drip on your clothes. Yummy and practical.

“Thanks” you say taking a refreshing lick. The four of you walked aimlessly around town , talking and laughing the whole way until you eventually wound up back at your house.”Wow I can’t believe how late it is already” Josh says looking at his phone, which prompted you to do the same. “Yeah wow it’s already 1am” you say, which was probably a mistake because saying it out loud made you realize how tired you actually are. Tyler looks at you “Yeah it is late.....but I don’t wanna leave” he admits a smile forms on his sweet face. He looked cute when he was tired. “..you can stay the night if you’d like” you say nervously tugging at the hem of your shirt. Tylers face lit up. “It Is very dangerous to drive while your tired “ your friend says. Josh smiles and looks to Tyler. “I’m game” he says settling back on the couch.”Yeah I guess we can just crash on the couch” Tyler says with a shrug. Your friend quickly intervenes.

“Oh no no no this old couch will kill your back, you can sleep in (Y/N’s) room!” She offers. You freeze. In my room? In the same bed at the same time? “Right (y/n)?” Your friend speaks again, with a perky tone , her eyes grow wide glaring at you for a quick second. “Oh uh yeah totally, these couches are stone” you say trying to act nonchalant.

“Josh and I will probably stay up a while, why don’t you guys head to bed?” Your friend speaks again. Wow she’s really pushing for you two to be together. You laugh at her and roll your eyes.”Yeah cmon Tyler, It’s right down the hall” you say leading him to your room.

He closes the door behind him as the two of you enter. There’s a moment of silence.”You know, I can sleep on the floor if you’re not comfortable with this” he says stuffing his hands nervously in his pockets. It was tempting considering he had a girlfriend already but you couldn’t remember the last time you vacuumed this floor. “No that’s okay, I’m fine with sharing the bed, I wouldn’t ask you to sleep on the floor” you say with a chuckle before yawning. “Wow I really am tired” you add sleepiness tugging at your eye lids.. “Me too” Tyler says stretching . You looked down at what you were wearing. Jeans. Yikes. You can’t sleep in jeans. “Do you want me to leave so you can change?” He asks reaching for the door handle. “Umm Yeah sorta “ you admit shyly. He smiles.

“Just knock when your ready” he says stepping out of the room closing the door gently behind him. You quickly pull your clothes off and toss them in your laundry basket before grabbing light blue pajama shorts that had little red cherries patterned across them, then you grabbed a matching blue tank top , and took off your makeup with some wipes you kept in your drawer. You let your hair down and checked yourself in the mirror before knocking twice on the door.

“I’m done” you chime. Tyler steps back in, his eyes fall down your body and his facial expression softens. “Still pretty” he says brushing a piece of hair behind your ear. Your body warms to his touch. It was so gentle and soft. You look down and smile to yourself.

“Are you gunna change?” You ask realizing he’s wearing jeans too.

“Well I usually just sleep in my boxers” he says not breaking eye contact with you. “That’s fine, whatever’s comfortable” you reply walking over to your bed and sliding in. Tyler starts to undo his belt and he lets his pants fall to his ankles before stepping out of them and pulling his shirt over his head. His body was a wonderful olive tone and he had a thin trail of hair that lead from his belly button to his......you know. Your face flushed as you thought more about his undeniably sexy body that stood before you. He smiled almost like he could hear your thoughts. “I’ll get the light” he says switching it off. Then there was darkness. You felt his body slide in bed next to you, immediately warming you. His smooth skin brushed against yours as he turned on his side to face you. His hand lifted to your face and he stroked your cheek with his thumb gracefully. “This feels......right..” his voice breaks the silence and floats into your ears. “Yeah it does” you admit , he couldn’t see it, but you had a huge smile on your face. Your bedroom window was wide open and it began to rain again outside, you could hear every rain drop splash against the ground and the wind blow gently through the trees. The wind came through the window sending a chill through your room. You got goosebumps and shook slightly. Instantly Tyler wrapped his arm around your side and pulled you into his chest. His delicious cologne still lingering on his body. His warmth and the comfort of his touch had you sleeping almost instantaneously. “Goodnight (Y/N)” he said softly his fingers tracing a pattern on your back. “Goodnight Tyler” you reply tiredly. You wondered what josh and your friend were doing, they must have been asleep or watching a movie because you couldn’t hear them in the living room, you fell asleep trying to decide.

You were jolted awake by Tyler who jumped out of your bed.

“What’s wrong?” You ask as you sat up rubbing your eyes. You could hear him quickly pulling his jeans back on. “Hey you go back to sleep , I just , I have to go” he says pulling his shirt over his head.

“It’s your girlfriend isn’t it?” You question. He sighs and sits on your bed “Yeah she’s called me like 20 times it’s already 10 am......I should go...” he says reluctantly. You nod, you didn’t want him to leave but it really wasn’t up to you. “Okay” you say softly. “Hey...” he says getting closer to you. His fingers gently grab your face and he kisses you passionately. His lips are soft and hungry, he leans over you slightly as if he’s trying to savor every last taste of you, but the two of you battle for power, he wins. His thumb strokes your cheek and He pulls away softly, your face still in his hands , your foreheads rested gently against each other’s. His eyes searched yours for forgiveness

“I’ll text you as soon as I can” he reassures. You nod as he gets off your bed and heads for the door. He offers you one last smile before he disappears down the hall. You fall back on your pillow with an exhausted sigh. His warmth still imprinted on the sheets and his smell still drifting through the air.

[solastia]

The Intruder

ONE SHOT

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Word Count:  3,359

Genre & Warnings: Fluff & Smut, but not like, super crazy smut. Good ‘ole Missionary. But it’s sweet. 

Notes: SURPRISE! I needed something fluffy in my life. I wrote this fairly quickly, so I’ll go back and edit later. 

“It’s only going to be for the weekend, Namjoon. You’re making a huge fuss out of nothing.” 

Namjoon leaned against the counter with his head cradled in his hands, pouting as he watched you pack your small bag. He’d been like this all day, listing at least a hundred reasons why he thought you shouldn’t go. 

“Baby, I only have a couple more weeks before we have to leave again. Pleaseeeee....” You just stare at him, shaking your head in disbelief. 

“You’re such a whiny baby. Why your fans think you’re so,“Daddy” is beyond me. I promised Mom I’d go home for the weekend. I promised her a month ago, and she’s been calling to remind me twice a week. I have to go. I’ll be back Monday afternoon, and I’ll be all yours for two whole weeks before you have to leave again. You’ll be so sick of me that you’ll ask to leave earlier. I promise.” You peck him on the cheek as you pass by, and set your bag by the door. 

You watch amused as he sighs loudly and makes his way over to you to say goodbye. He backs you into the door and kisses you hard, trying to grind his obvious arousal into your stomach. 

“No way. I know what you’re doing, and we already did that twice today. Your delay tactics will no longer work. A kiss and a hug are all you’re allowed, mister.” 

You pull him down for a kiss and push him back away with a laugh when he once again tries to deepen it. 

“I love you, Joonie. I’ll call you when I get there, Ok?” 

“Love you too. Drive safe.” He replied, with a loud, overly dramatic sigh. 

You wave and shut the door on the once more pouting face.

The moment you enter your parent's house, you are bombarded by relatives, many of whom you have no memory of. It was your parents 30th anniversary, so everyone was making a huge deal of it, and the house was filled. They are all insisting on talking to you and sharing stories of when you were a toddler. Of course, the most common questions were about if you were dating and when you were getting married. You wished you could tell them all about your fantastic boyfriend, but you valued his privacy, which is why you didn’t let him tag along to this in the first place. The last thing he needed was for the twenty-something cousins that were here to hound him and spread gossip online. The best you could do was vaguely mention that, yes, you were dating. 

Finally, the night was coming to an end, and the guests were starting to leave. You suddenly realized that you hadn’t called or texted Namjoon to let him know you’d gotten here safely. You knew he’d probably sent you a million nagging texts about it, but you’d left your phone in your room at your Mother’s insistence. She wanted you to “mingle and not have your eyes attached to the screen.” You mumble that you are heading to the restroom and manage to wrench yourself away from the latest relative going on about the time she helped potty train you. 

You run up the stairs to your old childhood room and pick up your phone from your nightstand. As you’d suspected, Namjoon had called five times and left at least thirteen texts over the course of the seven hours you’d been gone. The first couple were cute. Just reminding you to let him know you got there OK and that he missed you already. These were followed by increasingly more worried sounding messages, hoping you were OK and wondering if you were mad at him. The last message had been sent a little over an hour ago, saying if you didn’t respond in the next twenty minutes, what happened next was your fault. 

You really didn’t like the sound of that. 

You quickly call him, but he doesn’t answer. You try twice more, only to be sent to the inbox again. So you decide to text. You tell him that you are sorry, that your Mom wanted a cell phone free zone and you weren’t able to get away. 

No answer. 

You send another text, asking if he’d eaten and telling him how much you loved him and would totally make this up to him on Monday. 

Half an hour goes by with no response. He must REALLY be mad at you. 

You sigh and decide there’s nothing else you can do for now. Hopefully, he’ll be done pouting in the morning. He usually liked to sit and talk things out whenever you argued, or if he was upset by something, but for now, there’s nothing else you can do but go to bed and hope for the best. 

You were having a beautiful dream. Namjoon had taken you to a picnic. You were sitting under the giant tree along the river that Namjoon always referred to as “Our Tree.” There was a lovely breeze, good food, and you were propped against his chest while he read to you.  As far as dreams go, this one ranked in your top three. The other two also featured him. One was a bit too racy to tell anyone else about, and the other...well, let’s just say there’s a white dress in it. You lean back and enjoy the dream, marveling that it was so detailed you could hear his voice perfectly next to your ear, and feel the rumbles in his chest against your back. 

And then the knocking sounds started. 

It was constant, and wouldn’t go away. You wanted to stay in the dream, but the knocking kept disturbing you. You felt yourself lose your grip on the dream, and it floated away as your eyes opened. You angrily stared at the ceiling as you tried to force yourself back asleep and hopefully back into that dream. 

Then you heard it again. In real life this time. 

Someone was knocking on your window. 

Biting your lip, you debate the wisdom of actually going to look out. If this were a horror movie, you know that would be a stupid move. You’d open the second story window, they’d pull you out, and let you fall. Then chop up whatever didn’t break. That would be a dumb thing to do.

The knocking started up again. 

With a sigh, you got out of the bed and shuffled to your closet. You still had your old softball bat in there and figured that would be better than nothing. Best case scenario, it was just the wind moving the tree branches too close to your window. Worse case, you’d have to clobber some intruder. At least it’s a polite intruder who knocked first. 

You creep to your window, bat in hand, and whip the curtains aside. It’s still too dark to see anything, but you swear you see a shadowy figure hanging onto the tree. You take a deep breath, grip the bat hard, and unlock the window. You swing the panes open and hold up the bat as you peer outside. 

“Finally.” the intruder says in an irritated, soft tone. 

You squeal and swing the bat as a long leg makes its way into your bedroom. 

“Baby, what the hell?!” He yells, grabbing the bat before you could hit him. 

“Namjoon? What are you doing? I thought you were a robber or something! I could have hurt you!” You drop the bat onto the floor, helping the rest of your boyfriend make its way through the window. 

“youdidntcallandipanickedandimissedyou.” He mumbles rapidly. 

You blink and stare, trying to process the situation in your still somewhat sleep-addled mind. Your boyfriend drove all the way out to the country, climbed up a tree to your second story bedroom...because he missed you.

“Joonie. Did you come all the way here because I didn’t call? I’m sorry. I didn’t have a chance earlier, but I did before I went to bed. You didn’t answer.” 

“I was driving. It’s not safe to drive and talk on the phone.” He was still sitting on the edge of your window pane, mumbling, and pouting. 

“I missed you too, Namjoon.”

He was so cute, and SUCH a big baby. You started to grin at him, and when he realized he wasn’t in trouble, he perked up and started silently exploring your room. He wandered around, picking up random objects and looking at them, staring at the pictures scattered. He found a picture of you with a date at a high school dance, and look over his shoulder at you with a raised eyebrow, before calmly throwing it in your trash bin. You silently laugh and remind yourself to take that out, and tape over your dates face at least. You looked good in it. You gesture to the light switch on the wall, and he shakes his head no, continuing his exploration with just the light of the moon. 

He’s finally made the full circle until he’s standing in front of your twin sized bed. If he actually plans on sleeping in here, he’s going to have to sleep on the floor to be somewhat comfortable. The bed was probably half his size in length, and there was no way the two of you would fit unless you slept on top of him and he let the bottom half of his legs dangle. 

When you saw the look on his face though, you knew it wasn’t the sleeping arrangements he was thinking about. 

“Joonie, no. My parents are literally down the hall. My Grandma is directly below us. There’s no way.”

He looked at you in surprise. “Are you saying you never brought any of your little boyfriends in here? Like, the dude in the trash?” 

You snort at him. “Of course not. I would never have gotten away with it. I have the worst luck. And, FYI, the dude in the trash has been gay since, like, preschool.” 

“Humph, well, I say this sounds like a great idea. I’ve missed you, and you’ve had experience trying to keep quiet when I sneak you into the dorms.” 

“And that never ends well, because towards the end it’s always, “Fuck it, baby, let em hear.” You roughly impersonate his deep growl, and he laughs.  

Namjoon picks you up by your waist and tosses you onto the bed, before crawling up on top of you and burying his face in your neck. He inhales loudly, slightly tickling you. 

“I really did miss you.” He whispers into your neck. “We were gone so long that time. I mean, the tour was fun, just so long. And we’ll have to leave again soon. Even though it’s not for long, we’ll have the come back right after that, then promotions start all over again. I just want to stay as close to you as long as I can. As close as I can get...” He adds the last part with a groan, and he lifts himself up and raises your nightshirt up past your breasts. 

You realize you’d left the window open when you felt the night air touch your exposed body, however, as his gaze raked over you, you forgot the cold. It always amazed you how he could look at you like it was the first time, every time, even though you’d been together for over a year now. 

You could tell by the way he was looking at you, that this was not going to be one of the times where he drew everything out and spent hours teasing you. 

Namjoon looks into your eyes for a moment, smiling softly, before he leans down and kisses you tenderly. He pulls away and throws off all of his clothes, not taking his stare away from you. You watch in awe as his nude body is finally revealed, the moonlight making this somehow more mysterious than usual. 

He leans back over you, his hand snaking down to your core, a pleased smile growing on his face when he found you already wet. 

“Remember to be quiet, Y/N. We don’t want to wake up Grandma.” He quietly teases, his fingers slowly stroking you. 

“Joonie, please don’t mention my Grandmother during sex.” You complain with a soft groan. You feel him laughing, his shoulders shaking as he positions himself over you. 

He places his forehead on yours, kissing you hard as he slides into you. He moans against your lips as he sheathes himself entirely, and you wind your legs around his back. He rocks into you slowly, the both of you paying attention to the amount of squeaking the little bed was making. 

You were trying so hard to keep quiet, but he felt so good. So thick and so deep in you. The little moans that snuck out of you just spurred him on, and he started to move faster. You throw your hands behind you to brace yourself against the wall, Namjoon’s pounding now enough to make you hit your head if you weren’t careful. He’s kissing everything he can reach; Your neck, face, lips, occasionally leaning his head down to suck a nipple into his mouth. You bite your lips, chewing on them to try to keep quiet. Namjoon reaches a hand down and rubs your clit, watching your face to see how close you were. You could tell he was close himself, with the sweating dripping down his face and his hips pounding furiously into you. 

He leans his face down and kisses you softly, mumbling “I love you.” You want to answer, but you feel the tension rising until, finally, you climax, turning your head into your pillow to quiet yourself. Namjoon groans as your walls tighten around him, and you feel as he empties himself into you. 

Namjoon drops himself on top of you, knowing you like the weight of him there, at least for a few minutes. You kiss his sweaty neck, and you both whisper sweet nonsense to each other as you catch your breath. 

“See,” he whispers, tickling your nose with the end of a lock of hair he’d started playing with. “No one heard a thing.” You giggle and open your mouth to say something cheeky about how loud he was when you heard it. 

A squeak? From...the bed? 

“What was that sound?” You ask, pushing Namjoon’s chest away so you could look over the edge. Maybe it was a mouse or something. You were never here, but you knew your Mom kept everything clean still. 

You heard it again. Only this time it was more of a clicking or creaking. 

You look at Namjoon in confusion, who is staring hard at the bed. His face suddenly looks horrified when you move, and another creaking sound is emitted. 

“Wait, don’t move, I think we...shi....” He was cut off when with one loud cracking sound, the bed you’d used until you were eighteen years old suddenly fell to pieces underneath the two of you. Namjoon tries to pull you closer and wrap you in a sheet as you both crash to the floor with a loud thud. You both manage to sit up against a wall, looking over each other for wounds. Finding nothing, you lean back against the wall and stare at the remnants of your bed. The frame was broken in at least three places, bars sticking out, springs scattered across the room. Your poor bed was deceased. 

“I know they call you the God of destruction and all that, but what did my poor bed ever do to you?” You tease him, laughing at his poor, resigned face. The smile on your face gradually slips away, however, as you realize there’s a new sound. Someone is running through the hallway. You barely manage to cover yourself adequately before your bedroom door is flung open and the light is turned on. 

The faces of your parents are filled with panic, no doubt having heard the sound of the bed crashing and thought someone was breaking in. You watch in horror as their eyes scan the room, taking in the broken bed before their eyes settle on the two of you. You see the panic slowly die out of their gazes, only to be replaced by confusion and disbelief. You can just imagine what they are thinking as they take in the sight of their daughter and the boyfriend that they’d only met once before, sitting there covered in nothing but a sheet. 

“Um, hey Mom, Dad. So, Namjoon came to visit, YAY. Um, yeah, the bed...was old? And, uh....we were trying to sleep...when just...CRASH! Ya know?” You were rambling anything that came to your head, panicking when your father’s gaze hardened and was focused on Namjoon. Your Mom had stopped looking at the two of you, patting your father on the shoulder, and blushing. 

“Is everyone unhurt?” She asked, trying to back your Dad back to the door. 

“Yup, we’re good. It’s all good. Everyone’s good. I’ll...uh...replace the bed later.” You mumble. Please leave, please leaavvvee...

“What’s going on in here?” 

Crap.

“Grandma, go back to bed. Everything’s fine. Just the old bed decided to retire.” You joke, hoping she’ll take the hint and go back to her room. 

Instead, she peeks her head in, quickly takes stock of the situation, and leans against the side of the door with a grin. 

“Oh, is this the boy you’ve been seeing? He’s a handsome devil, isn’t he? Can’t say I blame you. Good to see I can expect great grandbabies soon. You kids go to bed.” She ushers your parents out of the room, your dad spearing Namjoon with one last look that promised a talk later, and closes the door behind them. 

The two of you stare at each other, then fall back with a groan, making a little nest with the blankets on the floor. 

“That was humiliating. Embarrassing. I’m never going to get dad’s face out of my head.” You whine, only to look over at him in annoyance when you finally register that he’s laughing. 

“YAH! What is so funny, mister? You broke my bed and scarred my parents for life.” Namjoon pulls you closer to him and pecks your forehead. 

“Hey, at least your Grandma seems to like me.” 

“Ugg. You do realize my Dad is probably going to have a very uncomfortable talk with you tomorrow? I highly suggest running now while you have a chance.” 

“Why? What’s the worst he could do? Tell me to marry you? I’d already planned on that.”

“What?” You sit up and look at him, all sprawled out on the floor, resting his head on his arms. He looked utterly calm now. 

“Check my pants.” He responds with a soft smile. 

You look around for his jeans, finding them in a far corner. You wrap the sheet tighter around you and go pick them up, finding a lump in one of the pockets. You swallow hard, feeling like this was a dream. You reach in and pull out a box. 

A little black box. 

You pull back the lid and look at the ring nestled inside. It’s gorgeous. You turn and look at the man sitting there so smugly, and start to cry. 

“Really?” You sob, feeling ridiculous that you’re crying, but unable to help it. 

He holds out his arms, and you go and cuddle into them, still staring at the box. He wraps his hands around your waist and pulls you closer, kissing the side of your head. 

“Really. I love you. This was supposed to be more romantic, but I guess this is as good a time as any. Marry me?” He asks, and you nod yes, kissing him desperately. 

“Hey, at least now we can just tell them we were celebrating.” He chuckles, and you giggle as he slides on the ring, kissing your hand once it’s in place. 

“Congratulations!” Says a voice muffled by the door. 

“GO TO BED GRANDMA!”