#they should be called The Boss Pussy in English

[secretmellowblog]

I put “Patron Minette” into google translate and

I know “patron minette” is actually somehow an elaborate pun about cats/the dawn, and refers to the hours of the morning the way “Entre chien et loup” refers to twilight but. French speakers, if you understand please explain…

[fungateshortcakes]

Pornstar!Logan NSFW

This work is inspired by @bpmiranda and their own pornstar!Logan smut, which you can find here. Please go and check it out, it's so yummy and i hope I am doing this idea justice.

Pairing: Logan Howlett x reader

Summary: Up until now, filming a porn video was only something you joked about. But after your job failed you, this simple 'joke' brought you to a whole new carreer path that you would love to explore further, especially if your co-worker was this handsome man that ruined your pussy for everyone else.

Wordcount: 2.3k -ish

Warnings/tags: pornstar!Logan, pornstar!reader, porn with plot, first porn recording, filmed sex, best friends dad porn, squirting, unprotected penis in vagina sex, pussy pronouns, implied blowjob, basically sex with a stranger, dirty talk, doggy style, Logan is older than reader, cumming on pussy, perverted director, mention of threesome (F/F/M), english isn't my first languange (lmk if i missed something!)

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It had always been a joke. All of this - you just joked about it. But now as you stood in front of this building, the filming location, that's when you truly knew that it was in fact not a joke anymore.

You were about to cast in your first professional porn video.

For years you had been telling your friends, if your degree didn't work out, you'd start selling nsfw art. If your job applications would keep getting rejected, you would become a stripper. It was always something you and your friends could laugh about greatly, but it was never really taken serious in the end. That was about to change.

Throughout the last months, you had taken this career path more and more into your field of interest. Your hated your job, the salary, the people there and your boss. You needed a quick change. So you read about becoming a porn actress, watched interviews with stars of this industry, stating how they got into it, what they had to do, how they coped with everything at the start and much more. You felt ready, but you also didn't really, not when you stood in front of this building and knew that in just an hour, you would be having a stranger pounding his cock into your pussy while everyone around watched.

You took a deep breath as you entered and upon stating your name at the reception desk, you were brought to the second floor where you were greeted by the director.

"Ah, there you are! You're (Y/N), right?" he said and shook your hand with a firm grip. He was the manager of all of this. He had been in this industry for years and sounded very nice from the very start. You felt comfortable as you stood in front of him. You nodded your head. "Yeah, that's me. I hope I am not too late?" you asked nervously, biting your lip. You really didn't need to leave a bad expression right on the first day.

He laughed and shook his head "No, don't worry. You're just in time to meet the guy you're gonna work with today. You're gonna like him." he said and winked at you. You had already heard a bit about the man that would, to put it as is, fuck you today. They praised him highly, told you that you should be happy to have the opportunity with him because he gets so many requests from porn actresses every day.

Richie shoved you through a crowd of working people to a cozy break corner for the actors. There he stood. And wow. He already wore his outfit for the upcoming video. It was a plain black shirt, a thick belt and rugged jeans, but damn. He looked good.

Upon seeing you, a smirk spread across his lips and he stood up, hands in his pockets. "That's Mr. Howlett. Your lover for today" Richie chuckled as he introduced you to him.

"Call me Logan, sweets. Nice to meet you, heard a lot about ya" Logan said and his voice alone made your pussy throb. You both shook hands and you told him your name as well. It would be a lie if you said you weren't anxious. Your heart was beating out of your throat. You were intimidated by your work partners looks and the fact that he was a lot more experienced in this field than you. He looked very charming and handsome, picture perfect like some famous hollywood actor. And you were just, well, you. You felt like you couldn't compete with that in the slightest.

The time you had to speak to him, get to know him at least a little bit before his cock was in your mouth, was limited, because you were pulled to different stations by different people left and right, getting you into costume, fixing your make-up and hair, even checking if you had shaved down there properly. It was all so much at once, but Logan was always watching over you, weirdly enough, reassuring you. Truth be told, he saw himself when he looked at you. He was pretty confident by nature, but when he first started out in this business, he was overwhelmed and unsure at first as well. So he felt deep sympathy with you, even if you didn't know that.

Now you stood at the set with your two co-stars, Logan and some other woman who you didn't know the name of because she was so minor to the scene. She was only there to play your best friend from college. Your best friend with a smoking hot single father.

Your nerves were killing you as you stood in the pre-build bedroom with your co-star. You took a deep breath and decided to go with the flow. You knew the script, you knew the movements and looks, so there wasn't really anything that could go wrong. Right? "Okay, cameras, lights, action!" Richie yelled over the set. Now there was no going back.

You flopped down on your friends bed with a sigh. "This assigment is killing me. We've been working on it for days now and we aren't getting anywhere" you scoffed. Your on screen friend agreed with you, voicing her anger towards the professor as well.

You started acting like you were starting to unpack your bag when you heard a car engine. Your co-star groaned. "Perfect, now my dad's here. He normally works longer than that" she said. You had never met her dad, he was always at work when you were over. "Lindsay, I'm home!" Logan called before he stepped into the room, stopping in his tracks as he saw you. The camera zoomed in on your slightly shocked face, taking in your agape mouth and how your eyes clouded over. You crossed your leg over the other as warmth spread through your core.

Logan smirked at you, leaning against the doorframe. "So, you are the girl my daughter has been doing that assigment with, I assume? Nice to meet you, I'm her old man." he spoke in his deep voice, extending a warm, strong hand out for you to shake, a knowing look being shared between you as he eyed you up and down, pratically undressing you with his gaze only.

The director yelled cut. You let out a nervous sigh. This worked out way better than you had imagined, but that was just the easy part of this whole thing.

Though, the second Logan pushed the tip of his cock into your sopping pussy with a relieved smile on his lips that wasn't part of the script, you couldn't care less about your insecurities or worries. The words you were supposed to say just came naturally with the way he fucked you open. "Such a greedy little cunt, she is practically sucking me in" he groaned, one hand pushing your head into the pillows of his daughters bed.

"You really needed this, huh? Needed a big fucking cock to pound your pussy. The boys in college just don't cut it, am I right?" He groaned, enjoying the way your pussy tightened around his throbbing shaft. How could a cock feel this good? Logan could ask you the same thing - how could a fucking pussy be this tight and warm and just sopping wet?

Logan watched your face being squished against the pillows, slurring your words while you drooled. He smirked. You were made for this, the camera was eating you up like this. A shiver ran down his spine as he thought about using this video when he was at home to get off. He leaned down to your ear, his plush lips kissing and biting at the shell before he whispered something only for you to hear "What a natural you are. Gotta have to request you as my partner more often from now on, don't I?" he was whispering in such a hot, breathless voice, it almost made you cum before you even should. He could feel that. And oh boy did it feed his ego.

"Does it turn you on? Being fucked on your best friends bed? By her dad?" Logan rumbled in character, kneading your tits. It took you a while to get a hold of your thoughts and the script, so Logan used that silence to keep whispering in your ear how fucking pretty your tits were. "Y-yes! I...I love it" you slurred, your voice raw from the moans you couldn't hold back for the life of you.

Logan hummed pleased. "Oh I bet you do, baby. Already so cockdrunk for me"

Your pussy felt so good with the way he was dragging his cock in and out, reaching places inside you you didn't knew existed. It was funny to you - you were supposed to fake moan and falsely contort your face in pleasure - but you didn't have to do any of that. If anything, you needed to shut up. You were moaning so loud and so prettily for Logan, it was almost excessive. You just couldn't help yourself. Every time you tried to shut your mouth, Logan would notice and pound into your sweet spot. He couldn't have you denying him of your cute sounds.

Not long and the scene ended with you squirting all over his cock and the sheets. That wasn't initially meant to happen, but with the way Logan was fucking you, you lost control as your orgasm hit. Logan tried to mask his surprise by going off script, continuing to circle your clit "Yes, such a good girl. Keep making a mess for me, baby" he groaned into your neck. You squirmed in his grasp, the overstimulation too much as you felt him cumming over your pussy. He hadn't expected you squirting, but it served perfectly to make him cum like he hadn't in a while.

Richie yelled cut again and Logan let go of your hips, making you fall flat onto the drenched sheets, completely boneless. You could hear faint applause and a warm hand on your back. As Richie approached the bed, Logan was quick to bring you his fluffy robe and wrapped it around you aftwr helping your shaken form to sit up, shielding you from prying eyes. The crew was highly professional for the most part, but there were some creeps shamelessly goggling at the actresses, especially newcomers. Sometimes Richie was one of them...

So Logan had a protective hand around your back, sprawled over your waist to keep you pressed into his side while you regained your composure. You were tired and worn out, but in a very very good way. Your core buzzed with warmth and so did the rest of your body. Without realising, you leaned your head onto Logans shoulders, softly closing your eyes for a moment. It made his heart skip a beat.

"Jesus Christ, you two were really going at it, huh?" Richie grinned and clapped his hands together. "I am deeply impressed with you, rookie. The camera loved you. Didn't even have to correct you at all. Can't believe you haven't done this before" the middle aged man chuckled and tried to discreetly pear down your cleavage to which Logan covered your upper body a bit more, staring Richie down. You didn't feel all too safe now, especially in your slight dazed state. But Logan was there and somehow being able to nuzzle into him for protection eased your mind greatly. "You two can go and take a break. I have Mirinda, Mandy and Josh for the next sesh. But after that, I'd like to see you both in action again. Maybe with another woman as well, how would you like that?"

Logan declined for you with a slight bite to his voice, excusing you and himself after he had wrapped a towel around his hips and brought you to his dressing room. Richie wasn't a bad man. But he was far from being appropriate at times. It happened rarely and mostly only to actresses who had been in this industry for years, but they knew how to treat directors like him for rude staring not to happen. But you were still so young and inexperienced with everything, so anxious and nervous. Logan wanted to protect that. Protect you. The industry was tough and he didn't want you to break under all of this like he did in the beginning himself.

"Thank you for uhm...getting me out of there" you mumbled as you began to dress yourself again with the clothes you had arrived in. You chuckled to yourself as Logan turned around when you put on your bra and underwear as if he hadn't just conpletely seen you bare and ruined you for every other man.

He scoffed. "Not for that. It was the least I could do. Sometimes he gets a bit creepy, but he his decent. He doesn't do more than stare, fortunately. Still, I'm sorry you had to endure that on your first day. But that's, sadly, how it is" he answered, pulling his shirt over his head and you shamelessly watched his muscles dip and contract from his movements.

You buttoned up your blouse and shrugged. "I expected it, honestly. But you were my knight in shining armor, or lack there of-" you laughed and Logan couldn't help but chuckle alongside you. "- so it wasn’t that bad. At least the sex was good"

Logan smirked. "It was?" he asked with a cocky undertone. He knew that it was, but hearing it from you directly made his chest flutter. Not that he would ever admit that. You nodded with a hum, slightly chewing on your bottom lip.

"I have to say the same. You have a great pussy" he blurts out, making both of you laugh. "There is more where that came from, lover boy" it was very easy to be comfortable around Logan and it made you feel a little less lost. It made you feel like you had a guiding hand and you were so grateful that he was there. It wasn’t his job to be your caretaker, he wasn't getting paid to tell you how to do things or protect you from backhanded nasty comments from filming crew members. But you were glad he instantly took you under his wing like this.

You couldn't wait to shoot with him again

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I had so much fun writing this! Let me hear your thoughts, do you want a part two?

And don't be scared, there is also going to be more sub!Logan soon and a few fluff drabbles as well. Stay tuned!

[masonmontz]

hello :) is always good to read a smut, isn't it?

REMEMBER: english is not my first language

pure smut word count: 1,2k

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“I’m so tired, I feel like I could sleep for twenty hours without waking up.” You complained as soon as you entered the bedroom, and Mason had been lying on the bed for some time so he just smiled and called you to lie down next to him. 

“Had a tiring day at work?” Mason pulled you close to him, and you closed your eyes when you felt him brush his lips against your neck. He had the day off, but you had to work and got home late. You were so stressed about your boss and you just wanted to sleep to de-stress.

“Why does my boss have to be such an idiot?” You buried your face in the pillow and Mason laughed, then you felt him sit down next to you. 

“Do you want a massage, honey?” He left a kiss on your ear, and you murmured a soft yes for him to hear. Mason got out of bed and went to your dresser, looking for the moisturizer you use when you want to massage him. You smiled to yourself as you saw Mason coming back to bed, he was only wearing black boxers, and he was sexy without trying.

“Should I take off my pajamas?” You asked and Mason sent you a mischievous grin, and you couldn't help but laugh at the excitement he felt as he knelt on the bed. You got up and took off your pajamas, leaving only your black panties, then you lay down on the bed again, but now with your back to Mason. “Go ahead.”

You closed your eyes and felt Mason sit on your thighs, then he slid his warm and large hands down your back, starting from your lower back to your shoulders. You sighed and Mason pressed against your back, you almost groaned as you realized you were tense from the stress of the entire work week.

“This feels so good, you should massage me more often.” Mason chuckled and he leaned down to place a kiss on the back of your neck, pushing your hair to the side. He spread the lotion, and the scent of strawberries filled the room. You shivered as you felt the wet lotion on your warm back. 

“You know how to give a massage much better than me.” You nodded, and Mason moved his hands down your back to your thighs, pressing his hands into the smooth skin he loves so much. “Those legs are so beautiful, I love touching you.”

If you didn't realize Mason's intentions, you would fall asleep, because it felt so good to relax as he ran his hands over your body. 

“I think I want a massage every day, sir.” You closed your eyes, smiling against the pillow, and now Mason brought his hands to your ass, and he squeezed on purpose, you turned your face to him, raising an eyebrow. “This is not a massage.”

“We arrived at the best moment, love.” Mason ignored you and he leaned down, leaving a kiss on either side of your ass. He kissed his way up your spine, leaving hot licks that made your skin crawl. As he left kisses down your spine, his hand was still on your thighs and ass, and he squeezed and caressed them at the same time, teasing you.

Mason lay down on top of you, fitting his hips into your ass, and you sighed when you felt his cock against you. It was never just a massage. Mason was hard as fuck, and you melted when you realized he was just giving you a massage. So sensitive…

You bucked your ass against him, and even with him on top of you, Mason moaned as you pressed down on his dick. Mason stood up again, and his hand returned to your ass, he pulled your panties to the side and pressed a finger to your entrance. 

“Why are you so wet, love?” He asked sarcastically and you rolled your eyes, pushing yourself against his finger. Mason slid his finger through the wetness of your pussy, and you gasped as he pulled down your panties, which pressed against your clit.

“You know why.”

Mason slid a finger inside you, and you moaned, still with your back to him. He was in bed next to you and Mason watched every reaction on your face, and your horny face was his favorite.

Mason started to penetrate his fingers inside you, and you felt needy for him, so you looked at him as he penetrated you with two fingers, he had his other hand on his own dick, making movements over his boxers.

You had a desperate look on your face, and Mason noticed it when he looked at you.

“C’mere babe, you're so desperate, huh?” Mason took his fingers out of you and slid them over your pussy, and then he knelt on the bed and brought his face close to your ass, staring at you, who was looking at him while your head was still on the pillow. “Just relax.”

You nodded and Mason pulled down your panties, leaving you completely naked for him. Mason ran his hands down your thighs, squeezing just like he was doing during the massage, and then he left light kisses down your leg until he reached your groin. 

Mason lifted your hips and made you stick your ass out towards him. He placed a pillow under your belly so you could stay relaxed and not have to strain yourself. 

You moaned loudly as Mason slid his tongue through your wet folds, almost dripping wet for him. Mason held your legs so you wouldn't fall, and you closed your eyes as he pressed his tongue against your clit.

“Oh, Mase- I, yeah, just like that.” You had been so stressed all day, and Mason could tell that it wouldn't be long before you came, because it was the first relaxing moment in days. 

Mason didn't respond because he was licking you, and he could spend hours like that and he wouldn't care, there was nothing better for him than making you cum in his mouth. You brought a hand to your nipples, looking for another way to relieve the pleasure you were feeling, but Mason pulled your hand away and didn't let you touch yourself. That was his job tonight.

“Please, babe.” You whimpered and Mason sped up the movements with his tongue, and when he left a slap on your ass, you felt everything explode inside you, and you came in his mouth exactly how he wanted. “Oh, Mason.”

Mason continued sucking you as you writhed with your back to him, feeling the orgasm course through your body. And when you relaxed, Mason released you, and you fell onto the bed sleepily. You looked at him and Mason's beard was wet because of you, so he turned you on the bed towards him.

You pulled him on top of you, and Mason kissed you, making you taste yourself. 

“I want to suck your dick.” You said and reached your hand down to his rock hard cock, but Mason denied it.

“I'm not done with you yet, love, and tonight I'm going to do everything for you.”

[2-fast-2-curious]

Motorsport Audio Masterlist Perez-Zhou

Albon-Lawson

Leclerc-Ocon

Male Listener Audios

Sergio Perez

[M4A] Your BF Remembers You of Your Worth

[M4F] [Script Fill] Patience, Pretty Pet

Oscar Piastri

[M4F] [Script fill] Worshipping You After Your Workout [BFE]

[M4F] Aussie Snuggles with his American Girlfriend, pillow talk, leads to intense sex

All About Your Pussy

[M4F] Your Horny Boyfriend Gives You Head At Your Parents’ House

[M4F] You have one (1) missed call(s)

Fabio Quartararo

[M4F] Get On the Bed

Kimi Raikkonen

[M4F] JOI by your Soft Dom

Daniel Ricciardo

[M4F] Our First Time Getting Rough

[M4F] “Morning Darlin”

[M4F][Script Fill] Why Didn't We Fuck Before I Left?

[M4F] Kiss And Make Up

[M4F] Reminding You That You're Mine (full version)

[M4F] Bets and Promises

[M4F] Seaside Rendezvous

[M4F] Your First Time

Hiding in the Closet With Your Brother’s Best Friend

M4A-Come-To-Bed-Baby

M4A-Its-Bedtime-Darling

You-are-beautiful-ambient

[M4F] Lucky girl

[M4F] Fall Asleep On Daddy's Cock

[M4F] Just Relax For Me

[M4F] Your BF Discovers Your Dirty Secret... and Becomes Your New Daddy

[M4F] he's drunk and horny and trying so hard to stay quiet

[M4F] Revisiting Your Italian Lessons

[M4A] Your Brain Is Lying To You

[M4A] Your Pause Button

[M4A] Everything Will Be Alright, Darling

My Needy Obedient Girl

[M4F] Cuddle Fuck

[M4F] Pussy Appreciation

Period Comfort SFW

[M4F] Trying to quietly sleep with friend's sister.

[M4F] [Script fill] Ski Lodge Shenanigans

George Russell

[M4F] Babe, Do you want me to be your Daddy? I saw your browser history

Why Can't You Be Mine Instead?

Dominated By Your Brothers, Gigantic Friend

[M4F] [Script Fill] [Mdom] [British Accent][DD/lg] [Possessive] [Spanking] [Punishment] [Jealous Partner] [Wet Sounds]

[M4F] My little girl gets punished for using a toy behind daddy's back.

[M4F] - Back Row Cinema

Falling in Love on the Ferris Wheel

[M4F] I have to have you...NOW

[M4F] You Should Be Sleeping now

[Script Fill] [M4F] Don't Look Away From Me

[M4A] [M4F] I Offer You Dreams

[M4F] [M4A] I care about you

[M4A] [M4F] Rest, Love

(M4F) Morning Love Making and Cuddling - British Boyfriend Role Play

[Size Kink][Size Difference][Mdom][At the Gym][Spotting Your Squat]

[M4F] Learning how to please my new boss 😇

[M4F] [Script Fill] Kitchen Shenanigans

[M4F] 😟😟 Please help me mommy, I can't sleep

Table for Two

[M4F] [Script Fill] Ghostface Reckons You’re Not That Smart, Detective

Your BF calms you down after a nightmare

[M4F] The Professor Explains "Power Fantasies" To You After Class

[M4F] Good Girls Feel Better

M4F - Good girls go back to sleep - sfw audio pillowtalk

M4F] Cupcake for my little Cupcake [Script fill]

[M4F] I can't believe nobody invited you to the prom!

[M4F] You've had a long day, let your good boy take care of you

[M4F] Good Girls Ask for What They Want

[M4F] Why are you jacking me off while I try to sleep bro

[M4F] Driving Through The English Countryside With(Out) Your Sundress On

Carlos Sainz Jr

[M4F] The Spanish Lifeguard Asks You Out

[M4F] You discover your housemate is really good with his fingers!

Hispanic Guy New in Town

Lip Service: Sabor a Tí

[M4A] Your BF Tells You What He Loves About Your Body

[M4F] Para Ti:Audio en Español

[M4F] Midnight Impulse: A Night of Passion

Noche de lluvia [M4F]

Logan Sargeant

[M4F] Secretly Fucking Your Best Friend's Younger Brother After a Sleepover

You Must be Haunting Me

[M4F] Watching A Sex Scene with Your Friend Goes Way Too Far

[M4F] Sneaking Into Your High School Friend's Room Four Years Later

Mick Schumacher

[M4F] Hold the moan

[M4F] Lazy mornin’ cuddlefuck

[M4F] Cockwarming In Your New Sundress

[M4F] A Bet is a Bet. [Mdom]

[M4F] A Bet is a Bet Too [Msub]

[M4F] Anxiety Comfort [Cuddles] [L-bombs] [Kissing]

[M4F] Sleep Aid for a good girl

[M4F] Ice cream & Belly rubs

[M4F] 10 Minutes of Pussy Eating

Confession practice while you're asleep

[M4F] I came back to breed you!

"Untie Me...No, Wait, Fuck Me!"

[M4F] Midnight

The Barb Wire Killer

[M4F] Simple Encouragements!

[M4F][Request fill] You have done great!

[M4F][Request Fill] Dommy Pillowtalk

[M4F] Your German FWB Helping You Recuperate From A Night At The Oktoberfest

Andrew Showlin

[M4F][Script Fill] Right Here Waiting for You

Lance Stroll

[M4F] Fucked & Spanked at the Party

[M4F] Your Wedding Night With The Enemy Prince

[M4F] Sit on my face.. if I die, I die

[M4F] I'd love to be inside of you

[M4F] We're out of gas, so I should fill you?

I Don’t Want You to Think

[M4F] Your Lycan Boyfriend Ravages You On Full Moon’s Night

[M4F] Are You Feeling Like A Good Girl Again?

[M4F] The Best Birthday Present

loving boyfriend helps you relieve stress

[M4F] Submissive Moans for Mommy <3

[M4F] Gentle Daddy pets your pussy until you stop crying

[M4F] Gaming with your boyfriend

[M4F] Snowstorms, Cold Lips, Burning Bodies

[M4F] Gossip in the Office

[M4F] Running Late

Yuki Tsunoda

[M4F] Netflix and sleep

Fish tacos

[M4A] comforting to know

Max Verstappen

I'm Going To Fuck You How I Want...And How You Need

Couchsleeping

[M4F] [Script fill] A Lesson

Sebastian Vettel

[M4F] [Script Fill] To Pitch a Tent

[M4F] Welcome to Germany

Nursing the nurse

Cumming back (repost)

Just a quick ramblefap <3

[M4F] A Pleasure to Serve

[M4F] "I'll Choose You"

[M4F] Don't Laugh, but I gotta Tell You Something

[M4F] [SCRIPT FILL] "I Want To Fuck A Baby Into You."

[M4F] Msub going dominant (but failing miserably) [Ramblefap]

[M4F] This Is How I Picture Our First Time

[M4A]What is a train? [Relaxation][Train][Slow][Sleep-aid][SFW][German Accent]

[M4F] Telling you how to touch yourself

Reading and describing a German children's picture book

Snuggles

[M4F] It's Always the Shy Ones

[M4F] Quiet Period Cuddles

[M4F] The Care I Need

[M4F] we can stay in bed all day, as long as you don't cum

[M4F] ramblefap first try

[M4F] Little cuddlefuck for my babygirl

[M4f] [Script Fill] Roommates: Cooling Off

[M4F] [Script Fill] You Don't Need Him

[M4F] Desperate for your touch

[M4F] Promise Me You Didn’t See That

James Volwes

[M4F] Leave Him for Me

Mark Webber

[M4F] No I am so tired

[M4F] [fingered against the wall]

Susie Wolff

[F4F] [F4A] Help me decorate the tree

Toto Wolff

[M4F] Your Manager want you in his office

[M4F] [Script Fill] Daddy Trap

[M4F] Teasing Your Bookworm Boyfriend into Morning Sex

Keep relaxing, babygirl

I’m not going anywhere

You Are Not Your Mistakes

[M4F] Snowed in with only one bed

That Time We Went House Hunting

Your boyfriend's dad helps you during No Nut November

I love the thought of everything happening in public

[M4F] Don't Keep Daddy Waiting

[M4F] Letting Go of Control

[M4F] [Script Fill] Catch My Eye

Zhou Guanyu

[M4A][Script Fill] Please let me take care of you.

[M4F] [Script Fill] You don’t have to hold it all in.

[klaustozier]

owner ; chishiya

SUMMARY: Chishiya owns a company and calls the marketing manager into his office to solve some problems and now the two have to be quiet for the rest of the office not to hear them.

this is smut, be aware with what you read!

warnings: chishiya x fem!reader, daddy kink, voyeurism, ownership kink, use of workplaces in working hours for non-corporate purposes, light spanking, slapping, choking, spit kink, degradation kink, breeding kink, aftercare, Chishiya is cute after being a motherfucker <3

word count: 4.1k

english is not my first language, so i'm sorry for any mistakes.

i hope you enjoy it.

It was Monday. Chishiya had requested that you come to his office so you could have a meeting that morning. You thought it was odd, because you could see on the calendar that he was busy. Maybe the meeting got canceled and the calendar didn't update, so you just accepted it.

At nine-twenty, the woman went to the office of Shuntaro Chishiya, the owner of the company. You were the manager of the marketing department and there were some promotions they were doing. Probably Chishiya wanted to discuss how the projects of this promotion were going.

"Hello, Mr Shuntaro", you said, closing the door behind you.

"Hello, miss," he smiled. The desire to die that rose in you when he smiled at you was unbearable, Chishiya was so beautiful, "Please, come here", you approached the chairs in front of Chishiya's table and started to sit down, but you were stopped, "Take the chair and come here beside me, miss, please. I want you to look at some things with me."

Promptly, you grabbed the chair and pulled it to stand beside him, sitting down quietly, "Is something wrong, mister Shuntaro?"

"Actually, there is. I don't know if you remember Saturday", he began, without opening anything on his computer, he had his email open, but that was it. You frowned at him, you didn't know what he was talking about, but when your mind calculated what had happened on Saturday, your little eyes widened. Chishiya smirked and grabbed her face, "but I remember well…", on Saturday they had gone out to a managers' dinner with him and you couldn't just rub against the boss, nobody knew they had an affair, however that didn't stop you from flirting with Arisu, manager of the export department, "you were having so much fun of Arisu, we should just be having dinner and you were flirting…"

"Mister Shuntaro…", you tried to say, but he squeezed your face harder, making you tremble.

"You were flirting like a whore, then go home with me, suck my cock while I drive and let me fuck you in my kitchen, right?", you kept quiet and he slapped your face, making you gasp , "Right?"

"Yes, it is, daddy," you answered softly.

"Yeah…", he nodded, "And I'm fucking horny and only you can help me. Fucking bitch", he snarled.

"We're at work, daddy," you commented quietly.

"I know", he smirked, "So that means you're going to have to be quiet and unfortunately I won't be able to slap that fucking ass as much as I want, it might get attention, but this little face", he smirked and gave you another a slap, "I can have fun."

"Daddy," you whispered, not knowing what to say because the throbbing in your pussy was driving you crazy.

"I wonder if you're still calling me that it's because you want to know where my idea goes, am I wrong, sweetie?", he asked, his eyes dark.

"You are always right, daddy", you smiled adorably having your neck grabbed and he kissed you.

The kiss was desperate, without rhythm. You were pulled by the waist, being sat on Chishiya's lap, more specifically, on one of his legs, one of his big hands squeezed your ass and forced you against his thigh. A soft moan escaped your lips as you kissed him. Chishiya held your hair in one hand and watched you open your lips, he let saliva slide down his tongue to your before kissing you desperately again.

The kiss only broke when Chishiya's cell phone vibrated, calling their attention, "I have five minutes until my meeting starts", he commented.

"So you didn't cancel the meeting?", you asked, lips red and glistening from the kiss, your neck being held only gently.

"It is an important meeting", he replied as if it were obvious, "But it's online."

"And what about me?"

He smirked, "You're going to be pretty and quiet while I do my meeting."

"Doing…?"

"You know, sweetie…", you pursed your lips and watched him chuckle.

"But what if you do some shit that give away what I'm doing?"

"Are you doubting me, sweetie?", Chishiya challenged, raising an eyebrow.

"No, daddy."

"Great", the president of the company smiled and stroked your hair, "Good girl", he praised when you got up and knelt down in front of him, sitting over your legs under his desk, fitting perfectly. Chishiya unzipped his pants and called you with a finger, "Come make daddy happy."

You pulled Chishiya forward by his waist, the chair moving without difficulty, your hands going to his pants, pulling them down watching the black briefs pressed against his erection.

He sighed and ran his fingers through your delicate hair, "You can do whatever you want, but be quiet, because I have to get into the meeting, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

Chishiya put on his headphones and took a deep breath when your tongue licked his erection still covered by his underwear, "Fucking shit", he whispered, entering the meeting, opening the microphone only to say, "Good morning, if everyone is here, you can start the meeting now."

You continued licking and kissing Chishiya's cock over his underwear, making him roll his hips and moan softly. Clearly he wasn't paying attention to the meeting, he was looking at the screen, but his head had to be out of orbit, that's what you thought at least until Chishiya spoke again.

"But these numbers were better last month, what happened?", as he said this, he brought his beautiful hand to your chin and held it in place as he lowered his underwear, "My beautiful little girl", he looked at you tilting his body to the right, grinning as you flicked your tongue out so he could smack is hard cock against it, "Suck it real good, okay?"

"Yes, daddy."

He smiled, "Good girl."

And you did as you were asked, your hand held the base of his cock taking it to your mouth and began to move his head up and down, your hand following the movements, which were facilitated with the saliva running down your lips.

Chishiya moaned from time to time, his hips moving slowly, sometimes he answered something in the meeting, extremely restrained, it seemed that nothing was happening, it didn't even look like he was with a girl under his desk, swallowing his cock.

"Thank you all, if you need any help, don't hesitate to call me. Have a great day", he said before ending the meeting. As he took off his headphones and tossed them on his desk, he sat up straighter in his chair, his head lying against the upholstery, his hand going to your hair, stroking softly, "I should fuck that mouth until you're crying for you to learn not to be a whore", he commented, "But I have other things planned", the smile he gave, made your pussy throb, "Come here, sweetie."

You let go of Chishiya's cock and stood up, straightening your clothes. The man ordered you to open your blouse and take off your pants, while you did that, he took his briefcase next to his table and opened it, taking out a silver plug with a pink jewel in the base, a lube and a vibrator, placing them on the table. He smiled adorably at the plain black panties you were wearing and your open white button up blouse.

"I want you to come in one day in a tight black knee-length skirt and black pantyhose that I can just rip off in the middle of the day so everyone will ask if you weren't wearing pantyhose before you walked into my office and having to lie", he smiled like a saint, "Now, sit at my table."

"What about those papers on the table, daddy?", you asked.

"Organize them for me", he smirked to indicate what he wanted you to do.

You smiled, turned to the table with your back to him and leaned forward, sticking your ass towards him, letting him watch the panties sink in your ass as you picked up the papers spread out on the table and put them together and banged them against the table to make them line up.

"Will I get a raise for being your secretary too?", you teased, placing the papers in the corner of the table leaving space in the center next to the computer.

"If you were my secretary people would think it was strange that I kept you here all day", he laughed, "I would let you blow me all day."

"You were going to make a scandal for this company."

Chishiya smirked, "It would be worth it", he stated, "Now be a good slut and sit on the table."

You obeyed, sitting in the center of the table, keeping your legs together. Chishiya took his hands to your knees and pushed them apart, his hands slid down your thighs until they reached your pussy, his thumb of his right hand pressed on your clit, making you sigh softly.

"I can feel that you are all wet", he whispered, "Take off those pretty panties and start masturbating for me."

"Yes, daddy", you nodded and promptly complied, causing him to smile and lean back in his chair.

Your fingers slid through your wet pussy, stroking your clit in gentle circular motions. Chishiya watched in silence, his eyes going from your pussy to your face, watching your eyes closing, moaning softly, then watching the hand that grabbed your own breast, squeezing it and pinching the nipple. His large hand wrapped around his own cock, masturbating slowly.

Your eyes remained downcast, sometimes staring into his eyes, but you watched carefully as his hand glided across his hard cock, the veins bulging, pre-come slipping through his beautiful fingers. He was so beautiful and powerful, he knew that anything he ordered you to do, you would do.

"Daddy", she whispered.

"Yes, baby girl?", he smiled, "Are you close to cum?"

"Yes, daddy, may I?"

"Okay… just know that it won't be the last time…"

Your fingers stopped their rhythm and you muttered, "Oh, fuck."

"No, no, no", he scooted over to his chair, grabbed your neck with one hand and squeezed, "did I tell you to stop?"

"I'm sorry, daddy", you whispered in a low voice.

"No excuses", he slapped your face making your whimper, "Make yourself cum for me and be quiet, I don't want people to hear you moaning like a slut."

"Fine, daddy", you nodded and went back to work.

Your fingers returned to the rhythm you liked. Chishiya's big hand was still gripping your neck, when you thought you couldn't get any more stimulation than that, the man got up and kissed you, making you moan and sway your hips. Your low moans were swallowed by him who didn't stop the movements of his tongue for a second, rubbing it against yours while still choking you.

"Daddy", you whimpered, softly as he stopped kissing you.

Your fingers moved away from yourself and the hand that held your neck caught your wrist, making you stare at the blonde man and not notice when he took the vibrator and placed it in your panties, positioning it between your still sensitive pussy, he put your panties back in place after pressing the button at the base, turning it on.

"Daddy, no", you whispered desperately.

"No?", he chuckled, "Are you sensitive, baby girl?", you nodded, whimpering, "That's how I like you to be", he smiled slyly, "So pretty."

"Daddy", you whispered.

"No, no", he scolded, "Shhh", he stroked your hair before pulling you by the arm, "Come on, my princess", you stood up, your legs shaking, forcing yourself to your feet, "I can't wait to see your cum sliding down your pretty thighs."

You watched as Chishiya took off the pretty red tie he was wearing, he winked teasingly at you, he knew you liked watching him take off his own tie, you found it attractive for some reason, and you were turned around, being leaned over the table. Chishiya took the plug and poured lube all over the toy.

"I want you all day with this here", he said, pulling your panties away enough to be able to sink the plug inside your ass, he watched for a moment, giving you a light slap on the ass, trying not to make too much noise, making you moan softly, "Did you know that it vibrates? And that I can control it with my phone?", he laughed when you moaned squeezing your own legs, trying to ease the throbbing in your pussy, "I'm going to stay here on my office, controlling that plug, knowing you're going to be holding meetings and talking to your colleagues, controlling yourself not to moan and squirm as this little toy vibrates nicely against your ass", he sighed, squeezing your ass, "I can't wait to get home and be able to fuck that little ass."

"Daddy", you whimpered, "what do you want to do now?"

Chishiya smiled and stroked your hair, "Such a good girl", he grabbed your wrists and folded your arms over your back letting them rest gently there before using his tie to tie you, "You look so beautiful when I tie you up, look at you, I don't know how I got so lucky", he chuckled as you pressed your legs together again, "It makes you horny when I compliment you, doesn't it?"

"Yes, daddy, I like to be complimented", you confessed softly, feeling his body pressing against yours, his hard cock pressed against your ass.

"Perfect for me", he whispered into your ear, making you moan softly, "You're everything daddy ever wanted, you know that?"

"Am I, daddy?", you asked softly.

He placed a gentle kiss on your neck and pulled you up, "Yes, my baby girl", he sat back in his chair, his cock still out of his pants, so beautiful and hard, "Come on, princess", you were placed gently on his lap, your legs rested on the armrest, your head lay on his shoulder, making you sigh adjusting yourself so the vibrator didn't press so hard against your delicate clitoris, but without success, "Now, you're going to sit here pretty while I answer some emails, okay?"

"Daddy", was the only thing you managed to whisper, that position tightened the toy against your pussy even more and was making you more horny.

"I should be much worse", he said, "I should leave you pushed against the window", behind his desk there was a window hidden by a long white curtain, "forcing you to stand up there for being a whore."

"But, daddy", you whispered, "am I not your baby girl?"

"Of course you are", he agreed, "But it still doesn't erase the fact that you nearly sucked Arisu in the middle of a fucking restaurant just because I couldn't pay attention to you."

"Didn't mean, daddy, I swear I wasn't trying to tease you", you promised.

"Do you think Arisu is cute?", he asked, looking at you, "Huh? Do you think he's hot? Would you like him to fuck you?"

You knew that if it was any other time and that question was asked, you could answer "yes" and likely Chishiya would laugh and nod jovially, but since they were in that situation and everything was purposefully articulated to make them aroused, there was only one way this conversation could lead to.

"Yes, daddy", she replied.

"Oh yeah?", he asked, smirking.

"Yes, daddy, I think he's so hot."

The man grinned and slapped you across the face, "Fucking bitch, shut the fuck up, I have to answer important emails."

"Arisu would never treat me like that", she teased.

Chishiya laughed again and slapped you across the face, grabbing your neck before continuing, "Shut the fuck up, fucking slut."

"Sorry, daddy", you whispered.

"Now, be quiet, I have to work", you nodded and had your mouth covered as you moaned in surprise when Chishiya pressed the button at the base of the vibrator one more time, still hidden by her panties and increased the vibration, "Shhh", he whispered. You purred laying your head against his shoulder, Chishiya's arms wrapped around you and he started writing on his computer, "I just want you to know", he whispered placing a kiss on the top of your head, "that if Arisu had the opportunity, he would destroy you", he explained, "he would treat you like the whore you are. He would leave you limping like me, but he wouldn't be nice like me and let you come, you would leave your pussy so sensitive that your wouldn't even be able to sit up straight", he paused for a second, stopping writing as well, "Maybe I should do that too."

"Daddy", you whispered, your hips moving smoothly.

"Okay, baby girl, I'll do it another day", he assured, "Today I'll be good and make you come again and again and again."

You moaned softly, burying your face in his neck, receiving a kiss on the forehead as he went back to analyzing his emails, responding calmly, smiling adorably as you controlled yourself to moan. Your little feet still in the white socks moved, when the toes curled, Chishiya knew what was going to happen so he stopped writing and looked at you, so he could watch you cum.

"Chishiya…", you moaned softly, "Daddy…"

And for the second time that day, you came. Your legs were held tightly together, causing you to squirm and strain your arms against the tie on your wrists, "Fuck, you're so hot", your breasts were delicately covered by the button-down blouse, your lips were reddened and you squirmed in despair, unable to take the vibration in your sensitive pussy anymore. Chishiya let go of your legs and turned off the toy making you sigh in relief before being kissed.

Chishiya caressed your face gently before pulling your hair so he could deepen the kiss even more. You just panted and moaned against his lips. His tongue slid across yours, and as if on command, you parted your lips in anticipation, making him chuckle before letting saliva slide down his tongue to yours.

"Naughty girl", he purred, "Now, do you prefer that I fuck you lying on my table or do you want to fuck yourself on my cock while I sit on the sofa over there?"

"I don't think I have the strength in my legs to fuck myself on your cock, daddy", you answered truthfully, making him chuckle.

"I've never seen a more lazy slut", he stated, "I remember your birthday I made you cum more times and you still wanted to ride on my cock, why are you lazy today?"

"Because my fucking boss make me wake up at half past five in the morning", you replied simply.

Chishiya chuckled, "I don't remember you complaining about that when you were eating the breakfast I made you."

"The panna cotta was very good, daddy", you commented quietly.

Shuntaro pecked you on the cheek, "Cute."

"Idiot."

"You're playing with fire, little slut, we're at work."

"You called me here because you can't keep your cock in your pants."

He grabbed you around the waist and lifted you, forcing you against the table, one of his hands tightened around your waist and the other slapped your ass, his body pressing against yours, whispering in your ear, "I know you're doing it on purpose just to piss me off so I can fuck you hard… just know, it's working", he bit down on your earlobe making you moan softly, "You'll be sorry when I get home and I spank that little ass for being a slut."

Chishiya's large hand squeezed your ass and gently shook it, making you moan as you felt the plug tightening inside you, "Daddy, make me be sorry."

He laughed, "I will, my baby girl", one of Chishiya's hands took the vibrator and the other lowered her panties. He brought the dildo to your lips and, after smirking when you started licking the toy, started licking it as well. Your tongues rubbed together as they roamed the toy causing you to moan softly every time, "It tastes wonderfully, princess", he praised, "Before we go to my place, I'm going to put you in the back seat of my car and eat that pussy out so I can calm down after this stressful day at work and drive more calmly."

You chuckled, "What a stressful day you've been having, huh, daddy?"

"Very much", he agreed, straightening his posture, "I'm going to spend the day knowing that this little ass will be getting ready for me to fuck when I get home… imagine the stress I'm going through."

You laughed and were about to say something, but your words disappeared from your lips when Chishiya's cock tip slipped through your wet pussy, "Daddy…", you whispered.

"Fuck", he purred, "So… wet…"

And as he said that, he sank his cock into your pussy, going slowly, inch by inch, watching it be swallowed. The embellishment at the base of the plug shimmered against the light, making it even more adorable. When he was all inside you, he moaned softly, his hands going to your waist and squeezing initiating calm movements.

You moaned softly, your tits pressed against the table as your pussy began to be pounded, "More", you whispered, very softly.

"Sure, sweetie."

Chishiya started to increase the rhythm of his thrusts, as he was still dressed, the sounds were muffled, it wasn't as pleasant as hearing your moaning over the sounds of skin hitting skin, however they couldn't make that much noise.

You tried to hold on as best you could, when you were having fun alone you were extremely silent, but Chishiya managed to make you lose track of things. You just noticed that you were starting to moan very loudly when Chishiya pulled your body, making your back stick to his chest, and his big hand covered your mouth.

"Shut the fuck up, bitch", he snarled, his hips continuing ceaseless work.

"Daddy", you whispered, your voice muffled by his hand.

"Fuck, you look hot like that", he grinned.

Your head lay against his shoulder, your mouth being cupped, your pussy being fucked without any mercy. You could feel your own pleasure sliding down your thighs.

"Fuck", he cursed, "I'm going to cum… Can I fill you up, baby?", he asked and smiled when you nodded, "You're going to spend all day dripping, all uncomfortable, trying to work with cum in your pussy and a plug in your little ass," he grinned, "Fucking slut."

Chishiya's free hand went down your belly to your pussy and began to caress your clit. The hand that was over your mouth let go just so he could kiss you. Your pussy pulsed around his hard cock, their tongues tangling as they moaned against each other's mouths.

As soon as you felt the cum filling you, you came, your beautiful body shaking, not even able to stand up after coming for the third time.

Chishiya held you by the waist, trying to keep you in place, getting out of you, arranging his clothes before placing you in his chair, you threw your head against the soft chair, your chest rising and falling with uncontrollable strength as you tried to recover from the orgasm.

You purred softly as Chishiya helped you get dressed again. As he replaced your pants and zipped them, you watched him kneel on the floor and put on your sneakers and tie the laces so that he could finally button up your blouse.

He continued to kneel, smiling as he stroked your hair, "Do you want water, princess?" he asked.

"Please daddy", you nodded.

Chishiya smiled, as he got up and walked over to the small water filter on a small table next to the sofa, grabbed a plastic cup and filled it with water. Upon returning to you, he took you in his arms, sitting on the chair and placing you on his lap giving you water.

"Thank you, Chishiya", you thanked him quietly while drinking water, your head lying on his shoulder, while your hair was stroked and you received a kiss on the forehead.

"Are you all right?", he asked, "Want to stay here for a while?"

"Just one more minute", you replied.

"Cute", he smiled, giving her a peck.

You spent a few more minutes on Chishiya's lap, after calming down and feeling like you were going to sleep right there and you shouldn't, you got up and tried to walk pretending to be completely fine making him laugh. You smiled, showing the middle finger before leaving. Chishiya sighed, still with a little smile on his face, went back to work.

Not ten minutes later he received a message on his cell phone, it was from you. When he opened it, it was a little video. You filmed yourself opening your blouse and showing your breasts in the company bathroom and had the courage to write "I already miss you". Chishiya laughed, you were so fucked up when you got home.

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(English isn’t my first language so feel free to correct any mistake you notice)

• Characters: Last Boss, fem!Reader

• Genre: fluff

• Warnings: making out

My Name

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Your original plan used to be to focus on your survival. You had thought that it would be a good strategy to join The Beach and work together with the other members there. That was until you met him.

Last Boss, that’s what everyone calls him. He is for sure a person you would call a freak back in the old world, but maybe this did wake your interest in him. He has shaved his head bald and his body is full with tattoos that seem to have no meaning at all. Since he is part of the militants, he’s allowed to carry a weapon with him but instead of a gun like all the others usually use, he always has a katana with him.

You feel weirdly drawn to him and even though you have tried to hide it, your interest in him got noticed soon.

„She’s around you again“, Niragi whispered to Last Boss who leaned on his katana. „I bet the next card that she’s into you.“

Last Boss shot an annoyed glance at him, before he looked into your direction. Your eyes met and he quickly looked away again.

„What did I say?“, Niragi cooed, eyeing the way you blushed. „Talk to her before someone else does it.“

„Why should I?“ Last Boss asked annoyed. Usually he and Niragi went along pretty good, under different circumstances he maybe would have even saw him as a friend, but now was one of the times where Niragi was going on his last nerves.

„You can’t tell me that you don’t think she‘s hot.“ Last Boss just shrugged. „It doesn’t matter. Nothing matters.“ Niragi threw his arms in the air and sighed dramatically. „That‘s the point! Just fuck her or whatever you wanna do. You could die any second, literally. Just have some fun as long as you can dude.“

Truth be told, Last Boss actually had you in his sight for quite some time. Something about you caught his eye but he couldn’t really say what exactly.

Again Niragi sighed theatrical and then suddenly walked away. „What are you doing?“ Last Boss asked, even though he exactly know what Niragis plan was. And he definitely wasn’t up to any good. „You basically fuck her with your eyes, if you don’t talk to her, I will. Maybe you get a bit more chill when you finally get some.“

With that Niragi turned around and walked up to you. „Hey! You!“ You looked up, more afraid of his gun than himself. „My friend over there thinks you’re hot but he is a pussy so he won’t ever shoot his shot. You’re coming with me.“

You wanted to reply something but Niragi was already aiming at you, so you swallowed your comment and followed him. As you two approached Last Boss you became a bit slower. You were nervous because it was the first time you would actually be around him. But it seemed that Niragi didn’t like the fact that you walked slower, because he suddenly grabbed your wrist harshly and pushed you into Last Boss‘ direction.

The way Niragi touched you made him see red. He could do that with anyone else but the moment Last Boss saw you he knew that he would chop off every hand that was layed on you. So he pushed Niragi off of you and as he was sure there would be a safe distance between you and his katana he swung his weapon, stopping his motions right un front of Niragis face, blade being incredibly close to his nose.

„Finally“, Niragi laughed not being worried about getting his face cut open. Then he turned around and left.

Needless to say your first real interaction with each other was kind of chaotic, but Niragis plan worked. You two became inseparable over the time and Last Boss was soon more around you than he was around Niragi or the other militants.

And the more time you two spent, the harder he fell for you. It was so obvious too. He threatened anyone who would just look at you, he talked a lot with you and he even let’s you touch him when you two were in private.

Like that one rainy day. You two have just come from a game and decided to just stay inside for the rest of the day.

„I can hang up your hoodie so it can dry“, you suggested and with a simple nod Last Boss agreed to your offer, taking off his hoodie and handing it to you. Together with your sweater you threw the clothes over the shower wall. As you turned around, walking out of the small bathroom, Last Boss already sat down on his bed, katana leaned against the wall.

You sat beside him, smiling as he looked down to you. „You okay?“, he asks, searching for injuries on your torso. „I’m fine“, you reassured him but his eyes continued to scan your breasts and belly. „Do you like what you’re seeing?“, you mocked him with a giggle. Within seconds his face is burning red and he looks away. „I’m sorry“, he mumbles. „I just wanted to make sure-“ He cut himself of as he felt your hand on his cheek, guiding his face back to look at you. „It’s okay“, you cooed. „I think you’re hot too.“

A shocked expression appeared on the mans face and at first he thought he misunderstood. But when your thumb rubbed softly over the tattoos on his cheek, he realized he understood you perfectly fine. „I really like you“, you whispered again. „And I would really like to kiss you right now. May I?“

Your honesty surprised both of you, but damn you just couldn’t hold it to yourself any longer. The way he just looked at you gave you the last little push.

At first he continued to just look at you, speechless, but then he took the lead and pressed a soft kiss on your lips. Then another. And another. And another.

Soon you moved on his lap and took his face in your hands, almost as if you were afraid he could just disappear at any moment. But after ten minutes he was still there, right in front of you, with his hands on your hips and his lips on yours.

Suddenly he mumbled something in the kiss, but you didn’t understand him, to focused on his lips. So you broke the kiss for a second and asked him to repeat himself.

„Takatora Samura“, he whispered again. „My name.“ You breathing stopped. No one knew his name. That was something he kept to himself and himself only. „Takatora Samura“, you repeat quietly. His name tasted just as sweet as his kisses on your lips, which you caught right after you spoke again.

The idea was much better in my head but I hope you liked it anyways <3

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what are your favorite movies? 😼🫵

IVE BEEN WAITING FOR THIS ONE….. right so I used 2 b somewhat of a movie buff so im gonna give u my top 10 movies that I think YOU should watch:

1. Das Boot /english title: The Boat (full version from 1981, no 2018 pussy bullshit) dir. Wolfgang Petersen it is the movie ever. I have the book in german and english and i have like 4 posters for it, it is that good

2. Farewell my Concubine (1993) dir. Chen Kaige Das Boot n this have shared number 1 spot. There’s all kinds of child abuse in the first hour of the film, so look that up if that’s anything ur uncomfortable with, but this movie is so beautiful i think everyone needs to see it. It was the first movie I saw with Leslie Cheung and he’s amazing <3<3<3<3<3

3. The Lighthouse (2019) dir. Robert Eggers

4. I Kina spiser de hunde /english title: In China They Eat Dogs (1999) dir. Lasse Spang Olsen One of the funniest movies out there. About a shy banker whose girlfriend breaks up with him and takes all his furniture, and the next day his bank gets robbed, but he manages to stop it. Later the robber’s girlfriend comes to his apartment and beats him, claiming that she and her bf were gonna use that money to adopt since she can’t get pregnant. The banker decides to contact his half-criminal brother to rob a cargo so that the girlfriend can get the money.

5. “Pusher” trilogy (Pusher, Pusher II: With Blood on My Hands, Pusher III: I’m the Angel of Death) (1996) dir. Nicolas Winding Refn you knew this was gonna b up here. Personally I love the second one the most bc it’s interlaced with this heavy melancholia.

6. La Haine (1995) dir. Mathieu Kassovitz

7. The Florida Project (2017) dir. Sean Baker From the genius behind “Tangerine”. top 10 movies that always makes me cry

8. Dom Kallar Oss Mods /english title: “They call us Misfits” trilogy (They Call Us Misfits, A Respectable Life, The Social Heritage) (1968, 1979, 1993) dir. Stefan Jarl Fuck Boyhood. Jarl made a documentary in three parts, the first one filmed in the late 60s, following two boys living in Stockholm, the last documentary even follows the boys’ sons as they’re growing up in a world that is completely distant from their fathers’. It’s perfect, it’s a cult classic, I can’t explain how beautiful it is, depicting how fast n how much society n culture in Sweden changed during the 70/80s, before n after r like 2 seperate worlds. also its just sad man.........

9. 15: The Movie (2003) dir. Royston Tan It’s a black comedy that’s v well executed. I haven’t watched it in years, but I still remember scenes vivdly like the main characters’ chant and a gangster boss sending two guys on a mission to find the best building in Singapore to committ suicide from. 

10. Les Amants du Pont-Neuf /english title: The Lovers on a Bridge (1991) dir. Leos Carax Juliette Binoche is one of the leads, that should be all you need, she is a fantastic actress. 

EXTRA. Christiane F. (also known as Wir Kinder Vom Bahnhof Zoo) (again 1981 is the year, not the remake, i havent seen the remake yet so i cant say if its good/bad) dir. Uli Edel This movie made me romanticise drugs n move to Berlin on my own at 16 so yeah. 

[sparkledfirecracker]

Deeds For The Big Screen

I see writing as a form of creative artwork with everyone having its own liking or preference to it.

Do not interact if you are uncomfortable with any of the given warnings or if you are a minor. 

Your media consumption is your own responsibility, proceed to read with care. Warnings have been up and mentioned, if I missed any please feel free to let me know. 

Warnings: 18+, explicit sexual content, explicit language, sexwork, porn industry, vaginal fingering, unprotected sex, oral receiving (f), swearing

Rating: explicit

Pairing: Ari Levinson x Female Reader

Summary: You’re taking power into your hands when your actors don’t seem to do their job and are wasting expensive production time.

Word count: 3006

 A/N: This might be a little rusty, I haven’t done this in a while, but some creators have inspired me to pick up writing again! Fairly new to Tumblr, despite having an account for years and having done zero with it. Apparently me dreaming about different story ideas has become a thing now. So bear with me here. As said; if I missed any warnings please feel free to let me know.

@punani​ ’s ‘The Fluffer’ was inspiration for the chosen work field. So thank you for writing that magnificent piece.

English is not my native language; my grammar mistakes are purely my own. Constructive criticism is allowed and appreciated, I won’t bite unless you’re being rude.

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ENJOY!!!

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Deeds For The Big Screen

Irritation bubbling underneath your annoyed expression, your lips tightly pressed together. Fingernails tapping aggressively on the armrests of your director’s chair. Your legs crossed, bouncing with frustration at the sight in front of you. It seemed liked the actors onsite were on a mission to make everyone’s life on set hell. Your hands grabbing the armrests your knuckles white from the intense grip of the edges of your chair.

You were a visionaire, adultery was your passion, you had been in the business for year before starting your own company. Focusing on the female friendlier porn demand had paid of well for you, your company was your pride and you thrived on the success. You ran a tight ship, time was money and currently both actors were wasting every second of it. The current creative project was not being envisioned at all. It had been meticulously drawn out on a storyboard, it seemed like everything that had been discussed and rehearsed was thrown out the window.

You let out an annoyed huff, it had been hours on end anything between action and cut. Your million-dollar superstar was propped on his elbows towering over the fragile body underneath him. His hips franticly pumping in and out of the actress underneath him, who was clawing her nails into his skin desperately. Was he really the problem or was it the useless woman caged underneath him. Her super loud moans that probably could be heard at the other side of the world and the quantity of clawing at his skin.

 “CUT!!!” you yelled and everyone in the production stopped, heavy sighs heard across the studio. Your hands rubbed your face slightly not wanting to yell or lose control of the raging thoughts running through your mind.

“What’s wrong this time?” your most prized possession asked, the annoyance clearly dripping of his tone. He stood up facing you, his hands falling to his hips, sticking out his chest while his thick muscle stood proud against his pelvis. You couldn’t help but take in the sight, his cock was red and he was painfully hard. You licked your lips and took in a deep breath, trying to refocus on your thoughts.

“Alright let me make myself very clear here. The crew is TIRED and I am tired of fucking repeating myself” you took another deep breath as you felt anger rising “was I not clear enough when we had a table read yesterday and when we rehearsed this morning?” your eyes switching between the actors. No response “An answer would be nice, because that storyboard on the wall contains every movement of where body parts go during every fucking scene”

“Get the fuck out Y/N, you know storyboards only contains the major outlines of a grand story being told, it is different when you are pumping in and out of a body you know. You don’t always get to choose where a hand, leg or cock lands”

“Ari, we are in the god forsaken porn industry, that thick throbbing dick better end up in the fucking dripping vagina, between her lips or even in that nice and tight puckered hole” you could hear a few supressed snickers from the crew. Ari just kept staring you down “Right now all I see is stiffness, no passion, no fire and absolutely nothing that was on the fucking board or script”

“Whatever Y/N” Ari huffed, you rolled your eyes breaking the tension that was clearly building between you and Ari. You turned your gaze to Edie, who just sat there uncomfortably.

“Edie, can you just tone down on the moans, I know this is your first gig and a step up from the amateur adultery films you have done, but we are not in the cheap kind of porn. This is exclusive, sensual and soft sex. We make porn for the ladies and if it happens that men love it too so be it-” you clapped your hands together trying to get through to the actors in front of you “Also ease up on your facial expressions too they are just too much and stop clawing at Ari, we are not feral wolves in the outskirts of woodsy valley…” you pointed at her, the hostility evident in your voice, she just nodded your way she almost looked too scared to speak. Your attention turned to Ari, just by looking at him you knew he wouldn’t be able to take a lot more of your antics “-And for you mister, I need more open posture. We want to see those muscles work underneath that toned skin of yours. Flex them a little, you want the person watching this to drool from their mouths while their vaginas or arseholes are begging for your majestic cock. Yes, we can do this all rough and tough, but with this project we want fire, passion and mind-blowing sex. Understood?”

Both pornstars nodded your way and you sat back down in your chair. The actors taking their spots again, you raised your hand, cues being called across the room.

“ACTION!” Edie tried her utter best to contain her excessive sounds, but she looked like she was about to take a dump “CUT!”

“Y/N, what the fuck is wrong with you?” Ari yelled, jumping of the small platform, grabbing his robe from the floor, storming your way while putting on his robe, you got off your chair.

“Is it really that hard to do what I am asking? Edie you look like you are about to take a dump right in front of the camera” you lost control of the anger that had been boiling inside of you. Ari bumped into you, almost knocking you down, it must have been on purpose as you could sense his anger “where the fuck do you think you are going?” he spun on his heels

“I have been edged for hours on end, I need some form of release and it looks like our director is not going to let us get any release for a few more hours” Ari spat your way

“GET BACK HERE!!” you definitely lost control, watching Ari on a mission to march out of the studio “ARI I SAID GET BACK HERE”

“I AM NOT YOUR FUCKING A DOG!!!”

“YOU ARE MY FUCKING TOP DOLLAR DOG, SO YOU BETTER GET THE FUCK BACK BEFORE I FIRE YOU MYSELF” it was true, Ari was your million-dollar star, your company couldn’t have grown without him. He had been there from the beginning, you had him to thank for the success of your company and in return he had you to thank for his stardom.

Your words had made Ari stop in his tracks and turn around, the temperature in the room increasing quickly. You had started to doubt if the room had been that hot the entire time or if it was the arousal creeping through your veins caused by Ari’s deep angered gaze.

He charged your way his finger pointing at you and his mouth was moving, but your hearing seemed to have vanished. You contemplated if you should just show them what you meant or just call it a day. Things were getting heated and the crew was already exhausted enough. Your thoughts interrupted as your mouth started to speak.

“Do I really have to do everything around here?” you muttered under your breath “Edie get off the sunbed and put your robe on” she complied to your order, getting of the stage and putting on her silk robe. You took a moment to analyse your thought, to see if the voice inside your head would protest of what you were contemplating. Nothing came to mind, so instead you unbuttoned your sundress quickly before regretting your decision “Last attempt to film this guys, start rolling. Ari off with the robe, we start from the beginning. Edie take notes” you ordered around the room. Your sundress and underwear falling off your frame piling up next to your director’s chair.

“What are you doing baby girl?” Ari whispered in your ear as you walked backwards his hands holding your hips guiding you towards the double sunbed. His anger seemed to have disappeared and replaced with intrigue.

“Showing you what I want, but mostly taking what I need right now” you replied, he quirked an eyebrow, a smirk plastered on his face in approval “Let’s give them the show they want”

“The show you want” Ari chuckled as he corrected you, before narrowing his eyes a little “The big boss in action, I like it…” Ari whispered as he took in your naked body “I like it a lit” His confident spoken words made you a little insecure, but you hid it well trying to hold your nerves together.

You climbed on the sunbed laying back, your eyes wandered over Ari’s toned chest, his cock aching, your pussy throbbing. You licked your lips and the muscles in your core tightened with the exciting thought of him filling you up to the brim in a matter of minutes, you being at his complete mercy.

“ACTION!” you yelled

Ari crawled on top of you, your hands roamed freely over his arms and chest, his lips crashing on yours briefly before moving on to your neck and your upper torso. Your hands finding their way onto his shoulders, caressing the bare skin. You arched your back at the delight feeling when he sucked on your nipples, a low moan left your lips. Ari’s hands cradling your frame as he peppered kisses further south.

Your eyes following him, he looked back at you through his long lashes as two of his fingers tease your entrance, running gently through your folds. One thing was for sure, you were hot and bothered, all because of the eye candy encaging you in his porn play. He dipped two fingers in your aching core and pumped three times before they stilled inside you. His face coming up to meet yours, his eyes darkened and stole another passionate driven kiss.

His fingers starting pumping you faster earning a few unexpected deep moans. Your lips parting, your lust blown eyes were completely taken by the current moment. Your mind completely forgetting everything was being recorded. Ari’s fingers left your soaking cunt as he lowered his head and settled himself between your legs.

His mouth sucked your clit, you took in a sharp breath. His tongue firmly stroked downward on your slit, enough pressure for a controlled yet obscene moan to escape you. His tongue entered your dripping hole before returning his attention back to your clit. Ari’s fingers rejected as your vaginal muscle had tightened from the attention your clit was receiving. His mouth eased off and he pushed his fingers inside you, your cunt accepting, sucking them in.

The pleasure was almost too much, your hands caressing your upper body finding your breasts. With a feathered touch you rubbed your index fingers over your nipples, biting your bottom lip at the pleasure. Your touch made your nipples erect, the sensation spreading like wildfire through your entire body. Ari increased his pace and your moans and whimpers became more frequent, but in a more wanting and loving way.

Your back started to arch up and you were about to cum, when Ari stopped all his actions. Your eyes shot fully open to protest, but he shushed you by placing two of his fingers in your mouth allowing you a moment to taste yourself before retracting them. You watched him pump his hard cock with his hand, before he gripped your hips as his member slowly pushes down in your sopping cunt.

“Big enough for you princess” Ari grunted as he pushed fully into you.

“Y-Yes” the response was short and simple, your brain not functioning anymore when the pleasure had taken over from the thoughts. His tempo made your eyes roll backwards, your hips meeting his rhythm as he held a firm grasp on your hips helping and guiding you up and down on him. Without warning Ari stopped and flipped you over. A fistful of hair grabbed pulling you back, his grasp wasn’t harsh and only intensified your lustful awakening.

His left arm snaking around your waist finding your right boob, giving it a sinful squeeze, pinching your nipple between his fingers. He held your back close to his chest while his lips sucked pleasure marks on your neck and breathing heavily into your ear, whispering nothing but obscenities to you. Your arms lifted up and your hands fisted his hair, your fingernails scraping his scalp a little. He growled in your ear, you repeated your actions and he gave your hip a single firm squeeze.

His cock slowly being dragged in and out of you, your walls coating his thick veined cock. The squelching noises pulled from the juices being pulled from between your legs. Ari’s hands running freely over your skin setting it on fire. You felt fucked out and your orgasm was building rapidly. 

Ari must have felt it as his hips started bucking up into you even faster, making is his mission to finish you. Your moans of sin becoming frequent again, Ari’s wandering hand slid in between your folds, rubbing your clit gently, pushing you even closer to the edge. One of your hands held onto his wrist holding it in the pleasurable place whilst the other placed on the nape of his neck, fingers gripping the hairs at the bottom.

Your orgasm washed over you as Ari let you ride out your high before pulling you off, laying you flat on the double sunbed. As you tried to calm your breathing he straddled you underneath him, pumping his member faster. The white strings of sin faltering out of his cock, you leaned up on your elbows and opened your mouth while he decorated your face and chest. 

Licking your lips with his salty cum, you swallowed and stared back at Ari who seemed to enjoy the fucked out sight in front of him. When he had finished squirting his load on you, he cradled your head in his large hands, his thumbs running over your lips before leaning in to steal one last fiery kiss. You separated from the kiss and kept staring each other in the eyes for what felt like hours.

“Happy boss?” Ari questioned still holding your head gently as you nodded your head

“CUT!” you yelled, Ari climbed off of you and helped you up.

“WOW, that was amazing” Edie clapped being stunned by the scene that just had taken place.

“Thanks, hopefully a great lesson for you on what to do next time” you spoke, she smiled widely back at you when you walked towards your chair, picking up your clothes from the floor “Well done everyone, I think we all need a break and we’ll continue with fresh eyes tomorrow” a relieved cheer was heard “I’m off to have a shower, since I have become a Picasso art piece” you started walking towards the dressing room

“Worth millions” Ari spoke after you, you raised your middle finger at him without looking back at him. His loud laughter filled the room.

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You walked out of the building, rolling your eyes at Ari as he leaned against your car, one leg propped up on the tire, his arms folded and a cocky grin beaming back at you.

“There she is, my million dollar star” Ari clapped his hands before raising up his arms slightly and bowing down “I bless the ground you walk on peaches”

“Oh shut it Ari” you felt your cheeks burn, embarrassment bubbling underneath your skin. It was ridiculous, but you felt a little insecure “Hopefully good enough for what I want to get done” you continued walking towards the car, halting in front of Ari. 

“Hopefully?” Ari raised an eyebrow “Peaches you were wonderful, you are in my top 3 ‘the best fucking sex I ever had’ so I guess for a retired pornstar you still possess your magic” you shoved him a little and his head fell back letting out a laugh “Don’t be embarrassed, I liked it a lot” his hands found their way on your waist pulling you into a hug, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“Thank you Ari, but can you move out of the way, I want to go home, I am little worn out” “Must be because of my majestic cock” he laughed

“Don’t flatter yourself, it doesn’t suit you” you giggled “Why are you still here, I thought you left a while ago”

“Couldn’t stay away from you peaches, since you performed so well today” Ari wiggled his eyebrows

“Had to show you guys somehow, you were costing me a fortune” you pointed out, opening the car door, tossing your bag on the backseat.

“Would it make a difference if it was done on purpose?” Ari questioned, climbing into the driver’s seat. Your mouth had fallen open from the shock and your brain scrambled for words and phrases to throw Ari’s way. You opened the door on the passenger’s side and got into the seat.

“Are you telling me you put on an entire show so you could get your dick wet on the clock?”

“Had to fuck the brat right out of you somehow” his cocky grin beamed back at you. You knew he was taunting you if it wasn’t for his sunglasses shielding his eyes “You have always been such a perfectionist, so I knew you would fall for my well thought out trap”

“Well next time ask me to eat a snickers instead” you rolled your eyes as Ari started the car.

“Might need another round of fucking the brat out of you peaches” Ari grabbed your hand, pulling the intertwined hold to his lips and placing a kiss on top. Your cheeks flushed with heat at the thought of how intense your fuck session had been and what kind of ways you both would fuck one another later.

YIKES, that was a true adventure!!!

[jungwonenthusiast]

PHEW FINALLY A WRITER WITH OPEN REQUESTS--- so i have been kinky asf EBEGHDFJC and i was imagining maths teacher jaehyun x english teacher reader x science teacher yuta.... THAT'LL BE SO HOT HWBGSEJFNFVH IM SORRY I'D LOVE IF U DO THIS,, with jaehyun having size kink and yuta having corruption kink and reader with thigh riding kink + also do it only if u want to im not forcing mwah take care.. <3

warnings: threesome (mxmxf), unprotected sex, oral (m and f receiving)

A/N: hi ofc!! i’m sorry for this taking forever lol I've had family visiting (also this has not been proof read so forgive me for any mistakes)

“I’m gonna need the library today,” you hear Mr. Jung say to you as you sip your morning coffee.

You furrow your brows. “I told you last week that I was gonna be using it.”

He shrugs. “Principal administered a presentation about college for the kids, there’s nothing I can do.”

You resist rolling your eyes and walk over to Yuta. You two had been friends since high school and enjoyed gossiping about the other teachers over a glass of wine.

“I can’t stand him.” you scowl.

“It’s Mr. Jung isn’t it?” Yuta asked. “What did he ever do to you?”

“I told him that I needed the library today last week and he took it anyway.” you complain.

Yuta chuckles. “I think you’re just mad at him for taking your place as hottest teacher.”

You elbow him in the side, giggling. “Fuck off. He isn’t that hot anyway.”

“That hot?” Yuta raises an eyebrow. “So you do think he’s hot.”

“I can admit when another human is good looking alright? It doesn’t mean anything.” You shrug him off and he nods.

“Whatever you say y/n.”

You enter the principal’s office after school to complain about the library situation only to meet Mr. Jung there. You side eye him a bit.

He sighs. “What your deal Ms. y/l/n? I’m sorry I took the library but it wasn’t my choice.”

You ignore him.

“Come on,” he says. “I’ve been nothing but nice to you. I’m only here to make sure you get the library tomorrow.”

Your ears perk up at that. “Really?”

He nods. “Mhm. So are we good now?”

You cross your arms. “I suppose.”

He smiles. “Wanna go for coffee? Now that we’re friends?”

“Who said we were friends.” You cock an eyebrow.

He chuckles and leads you out of the office.

You drive separately and meet him at a nearby cafe.

You sit down in front of each other and order lattes and scones.

“So when did you start working at the school?” He asks you”

“About a year ago,” you reply. “how about you?”

“A couple months ago.”

You nod. “What made you want to become a teacher, we don’t get paid shit.”

He chuckles while adjusting his watch. “I taught my little sister how to read and write when I was in middle school and those are some of my favorite memories. What about you?”

You shrug. “My mom was a teacher.”

He chuckles again. You notices his Adam’s apple bob up and down.

You take a sip of your latte, trying to ignore the silence.

He clears his throat. “So what’s with you and Nakamoto?”

“Yuta?” you ask and he nods. “We’ve been friends from highschool.”

“Ahh okay.” he hums. “I bet he was a stoner.”

You laugh.

“I’m right huh?” Mr. Jung smiles.

“I mean you’re not wrong.” you take a bite out of your blueberry scone.

He points at your chin. “You got a bit of-“

You swipe at your face, trying to get the crumbs off but he reaches over and wipes them off himself. You struggle not to roll your eyes again. What a Disney prince prick, you think.

You converse about everything and anything for maybe half and hour.

“Really Ms. y/l/n?” he asks.

“You can call me y/n.”

He smiles. “You can call me Jaehyun.”

Jaehyun, Jaehyun. You roll the name around in your head. It suits him.

“Shit,” he says suddenly.

“What is it?” you ask.

“I think I left my phone in the principal’s office,” he says. “do you mind coming with me? I don’t know where the key is.”

You sigh and nod.

You meet him at the school and scavenge around your desk for the key.

He’s leaving against your door frame and you can’t help but notice how good he looks.

You want to touch him so bad. Feel the muscles under his dress shirt.

You bend over to look into one of your drawers, pointing your ass towards him on purpose only a little.

“I’m not sure where they are.” you groan and stand up. “Let’s check Yuta’s room, maybe he has them.”

You walk over to Yuta’s class with the only sound being your shoes clicking against the floor. You can feel him behind you though, a little closer than usual.

You push Yuta’s classroom door open to find him sitting at his desk grading papers.

“You’re still here?” you ask as he looks up at you. His eyes dart over to Jaehyun.

“Yeah,” he says. “I have some tests to finish grading, what’s up?”

“I need the key to the principal’s office, Jaehyun left his phone in there.”

He gives you a look that says when did you start calling him Jaehyun?

Yuta hands you the keys and runs a hand through his hair. “Have fun.” he says and you scoff.

“I hate you.” you say as you walk away.

“You know you love me.” he calls after you.

You and Jaehyun walk back to the office and snoop around for his phone.

“I can’t find it.” you say.

“Neither can I.” he says. You turn to him and notice that he rolled the sleeves of his shirt up. You swallow thickly. “What wrong?”

“Nothing,” you say quickly. “let’s keep looking.”

You bend over to check under the desk when you feel him bump into you. You almost giggle, he’s not even subtle with it.

“Excuse you.” you tease.

“Sorry, sorry.” you can hear the shyness in his voice. “I actually didn’t leave my phone here.”

You turn to look at him. “Huh?”

He’s rubbing at his wrists. “Yeah.”

“I don’t get it.” you put your hands on your hips.

“I just-“ he hesitates. “wanted to get you alone.”

“Oh?” you say. “Well that’s a little...”

“Creepy yeah I know I just didn’t know what else to do.” he says hastily. “I like you y/n.”

You smirk and subconsciously take a step towards him. “Really?”

“Yeah,” he whispers and dips down to kiss you.

Your arms wrap around his waist.

He kisses you softly like you’re a blooming daisy. His hands run down your body and he picks you up, hooking your legs around him. He sits down in the office chair and when he does you can feel his length against you. He got hard so quick, you think, I wonder how long he’s been thinking about this for. You shift your weight onto his thigh and grip onto his shoulders before rolling your hips. You can tell he’s a bit taken aback. You smile and kiss at his neck. It doesn’t take him long to take control though. He wraps one arm around your waist and keeps the other on your hips and he grinds you against him. You feel a whine escape from your mouth when you’re disrupted by the sound of a door opening.

“Whoa,” it’s Yuta.

You shoot up and adjust your top. “Uhm hey.”

He scoffs. “Don’t mind me, continue what you were doing.”

You raise an eyebrow. “What?”

“You heard me,” he says, crossing his arms. “I wanna watch.”

“What? No.” you say sternly but you feel your heart thump a bit when he starts walking towards you.

“Come one angel,” he says in a sultry tone you’ve never heard before. “for me?”

You start to feel a heartbeat somewhere else.

He pushes you back intro Jaehyun’s thigh but this time your back is facing him.

Yuta kisses you. “Ride his thigh y/n.”

You hesitate.

“You should do what I say, you don’t want to be punished right?”

Jaehyun grips your hips again and pushes you against him.

Yuta holds your face in his hands. “I never knew you were so dirty like this my precious y/n. It makes me wonder what you’ve done with all of your boyfriends over the years.”

You tug at his belt to get him to stand up and he does. You palm him through his pants.

He pets your head before picking you up and laying you down on the large empty desk. He tugs your to the end of the desk and spreads your legs.

“Can I?” he asks and you nod vigorously.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. He starts to unbutton your shirt as Yuta tugs your pants down.

“Look at you,” Jaehyun coos. “so small and pretty under me.” he pulls your bra off and starts kissing your chest.

You breathing becomes labored as Yuta’s fingers rub your clit. You squeeze his hand.

“Please?” you ask him.

“Of course.” he pulls your underwear to the side and gives you an agonizingly slow lick before diving into you.

You gasp a bit and grip at Jaehyuns arms. “Fuck,” you moan.

If I knew he was this good I would’ve done this a while ago, you think.

You hear Jaehyun unbuckle his belt and you’re eager to reach up and stroke him.

You soon take him into your mouth and suck him slowly, circling your tongue on his tip over and over. But soon your technique becomes sloppy as Yuta’s tongue on your clit starts to take over your mind.

You feel your legs begin to tremble and Jaehyun pulls out of you. He gives your neck softly.

“Does it feel good?” he asks and you nod. “What a naughty girl, getting that pretty pussy eaten on your boss’s desk.”

He kisses your chest again, leaving blotchy red marks.

“Fuck her now.” he tells Yuta.

Yuta pulls away from your pussy and wipes your juices off with his finger before holding them up to your mouth.

“Suck.” he says.

You open your mouth and take his fingers as deep as you can.

“Good girl.” he says. That makes your thighs clamp together. Yuta smiles. “Do you like when I call you that?”

“Yeah,” you say quietly.

“Then listen to what we say and you’ll be hearing it all night.” he unbuckles his belt and gives himself a few strokes. He rubs the tip over your clit a few times before pushing into you.

The whine and grab onto Jaehyun’s arm.

“You love getting your pussy stretched huh.” he says while reaching down to run circles on your clit.

“Yes,” you say pathetically. You whine. “fuck that feels good.”

Yuta thrusts into you slowly a couple of times before snapping his hips into yours.

Your loud moan is muffled by Jaehyun’s hand over your mouth.

“Hush my love, don’t want to get caught do we?” he says while giving your nipple a small pinch.

Your whines and whimper grow louder as Yuta continues to pound you.

Jaehyun leans down and gives you a kiss. “Are you close sweetheart?”

You nod. You can feel your eyes starting to tear up.

“How badly do you want it?” Yuta asks.

“Really bad,” you exhale. “please make cum.”

Jaehyuns fingers on your clit start to fasten.

“You can do it,” he says lowly. “cum on that cock.”

You grip onto Jaehyun for the hundredth time of the night as you finally climax. Your eyes roll back and you’re embraced by euphoria itself.

“Fuck that’s hot.” Jaehyun growls.

Yuta pulls out of you and watches his cum drip onto the desk.

Jaehyun peppers your forehead with kisses as Yuta grabs napkins to clean you up.

“I never thought you’d be down for something like this.” he says while helping you pull your underwear up.

“Me neither to be honest.” you giggle.

“Next time I get to fuck her.” Jaehyun says and you tsk him.

“I’ll be the one to decide that.” you say.

[eagles-translated]

Eagles Transcript S04E02 – Valentines

This is the English transcript for the second episode of season 4. Watch the subtitled episode here.

Sam: Ludde! Is he awake?

Ludde: I don't know.

Andreas: Hey.

Sam: Hello there.

Andreas: Hi.

Sam: Hi.

Andreas: Oh! How sweet. I didn't make anything for you.

Sam: You didn't make anything?

Andreas: No.

Sam: Nothing?

Andreas: Nothing.

Sam: No, okay.

Andreas: Am I forgiven?

Sam: You're forgiven for this year, but next year I want...

Andreas: Oh.

Sam: Yes, a big one.

Andreas: Okay.

Sam: Happy Valentine's day.

Andreas: Thank you. What the hell? You're here.

Ludde: I called Ibbe.

Sam: Ludde...

Andreas: What?

Sam: Honey, I made you cinnamon coffee.

Andreas: Yeah, wait. Why did you call Ibbe?

Ludde: The New Year's party you said you were at. He didn't even have a New Year's party.

Andreas: Ludde, we've talked about this a thousand times. Quit it. You're ridiculous. Shit.

Ludde: I can't be the only one who thinks this is a little strange.

Andreas: I said I was sorry. It was really rude of me to leave. But... Ibbe is full of shit. He doesn't keep track of anything.

Ludde: Don't you understand how worried we were when you were sedated? Don't you understand how I– You were shot and robbed on the way to a party that doesn't fucking exist! And you're just buying his bullshit!

Sam: No.

Andreas: That's enough, Ludde. Just let it go.

Sam: We'll talk about it later.

Ludde: I guess I'll leave you alone and pretend everything is as usual.

Andreas: Wait, Ludde...

Sam: Let him go.

Andreas: Ludde!

Sam: Careful! Careful.

Andreas: What?

Sam: Something's up, right? That you're not telling us. I already noticed it at the hospital. The doctors didn't want to say anything, or the nurses. I deserve better than this, Andreas.

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Irene: You got your nice shirt on!

Peter: Yep!

Irene: You did that for me?

Peter: Not only you. The big boss is back. Thought I should be a little tidy.

Irene: Very nice. Ludde! Did you see the pretty flowers?

Ludde: Seriously? Is nobody here going to panic about Andreas being up there with a fucking gunshot wound?

Peter: Hey... We're just happy he's back.

Ludde: Goodbye!

-

Klara: You have to be kidding.

Businessman: Profitability comes before the ideal, unfortunately.

Klara: Dad would never agree to this.

Businessman: Ola signed for moving the business months before his death.

Klara: That must've been out of clear panic, in that case. GECED was heading for bankruptcy.

Businessman: It's great to have you back from Switzerland and all that, and we're happy that you're so dedicated to this. But GECED won't be left in Oskarshamn after the summer. The numbers don't add up. Do you understand?

Klara: We're talking about hundreds of workplaces disappearing from town. The numbers? There has to be something we can do.

Businessman: No, this is how things are. Was there anything else?

Klara: No.

Businessman: You've got an important day today, too. First day of school. You don't want to get detention, do you? So... Thank you.

-

119 days left until graduation

Episode 2 – Valentines

Girl: Oh, you're so sweet!

Ludde's locker: CREEP Women abuser You little pussy #Canceled Bastard Hockey pussy!!

Omar: Day of love! How is Oskarshamn's third hottest single doing? Are you cranky? Here, take a heart. Here!

Elias: Hey, stop provoking with that shit.

Omar: What? I'm doing a documentary.

Elias: No, not that. That. Do you know how bad that is for you? Think of your form. The team is counting on you.

Omar: But I've only eaten like three or four, max. Fourteen maybe, but... Yeah.

Elias: Yeah. That thing with your brother was alarming. Did he get robbed?

Ludde: It's a little unclear.

Elias: Shit.

Amie: Hello. Hi.

Elias: Hey, Amie. How are you doing?

Amie: I'm good.

Elias: Lovely.

Omar: A heart?

Klara: Hey!

Amie: Hi, oh my god!

Klara: Hi.

Elias: Hi.

Klara: Hi!

Elias: Are you back from Switzerland?

Klara: Yeah.

Elias: Welcome.

Klara: Thanks. It feels good.

Amie: Nice.

Klara: Don't we have class now?

Amie: Yeah, shit, we've started. We should...

Elias: Yeah.

Omar: Hey... Do you know if Klara is single?

Ludde: No, I don't know.

Omar: Seriously, do you know? Ludde!

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Teacher: Ethos creates credibility, pathos creates emotion. Logos, stay logical. If I had to pick a favorite from these three it's definitely pathos. Awakening emotions is something I think you should reflect a little extra on when it comes to this assignment. Because what I want you to do, is write a speech with these tools we've talked about today. The speech should be personal. It's going to be about your time in school and your dreams for the future. And include something about what you'll be bringing with you in life from these three years in school. Submission is week 19, and I'll pick some of you who will read your speech on graduation day. I shouldn't say this is a competition, but it is a competition.

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Felicia: I don't understand. I'm drawing out my frustration? Am I supposed to feel better from that?

Naima: "She said, frustratedly". Maybe you should pick some other color than black to make it more fun.

Felicia: Do you know what day it is today?

Naima: Monday?

Felicia: It's another one of the capitalists' shitty made-up days. Its purpose being to trick people—insecure, poor love-thirsty people. It's so ridiculous.

Naima: How lucky it doesn't bother you, then. Can you stand still?

Felicia: No, you can't paint me.

Naima: Yes! "I'm gonna paint you like one of my French girls".

Felicia: What?

Naima: Yeah. Like Jack.

Felicia: Jack who?

Naima: As in Jack and Rose from Titanic.

Felicia: Oh.

Naima: But you don't need to be nude. Unless you want to, of course.

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Klara: There are so many hearts everywhere.

Amie: Yeah, well... I think it's pretty nice.

Klara: Hey, there was something I was wondering. Have you...

Amie: What?

Klara: Have you talked to Felicia?

Amie: Oh.

Klara: Do you know how she's doing?

Amie: No, not since New Year's. Have you?

Klara: No. Maybe we should send a card or something.

Amie: Yeah, absolutely.

Klara: I don't know what you're supposed to do.

Amie: Yeah...

Guy: Could I get your autograph?

Klara: We're in the same class.

Amie: It's cool.

Note: The bicycle parking! Follow the red roses!

Amie: There.

Klara: I'll never get used to that.

Amie: No, me neither. That was my first autograph, anyway. Doesn't feel like people ask for those anymore.

Klara: No, it feels really retro to ask for one.

Amie: Yeah.

Klara: So all the drawings you made for me as a kid, can I sell them for millions now?

Amie: Are things going that bad for you at work?

Klara: You don't want to know.

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Felicia: Do you look forward to getting out of here?

Naima: I don't know. I... Don't know how I'll be then, you know. I think, well... I hope I'm looking forward to it. So... Jack. Is that...? Who's that?

Felicia: It's a building block, I guess.

-

Girls: Ted made it, I think. Ted did? Yeah. What? Ew. Yeah. I don't understand how he could do something like that. Poor Felicia.

Picture: Everybody at Valentines: Buys roses for girlfriend Ludde: Today I'll only hit you once honey

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Ludde: What the fuck is this?! Did you make it? Did you make the picture?

Ted: Chill out. You can take a joke, can't you?

Ludde: So you made it?

Ted: What are you going to do?

Guy: He only beats up chicks, right? Calm down! Let go!

Klara: Knock it off! What the hell are you doing?

Ted: He was the one who started it!

Klara: Are you serious, Ted? So fucking unnecessary.

Ted: Fucking bitch.

Klara: You know I can call your mom if I want to. She works for me, right? Say you're sorry!

Ted: Sorry, then.

Klara: Fucking wimp. Let me see. You're bleeding!

Ludde: Just ignore it.

Klara: Hey, we have to go to the school nurse.

Ludde: No. No, we don't.

Klara: Come on!

Ludde: What the hell... Yeah– Yes, it's bleeding. Fuck. It's fine.

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Amie: Oh my god!

Elias: You're good!

Amie: No, this should continue being just your thing.

Elias: Do your thing, then. You've got great acoustics in here, and I missed the last concert.

Amie: No, that's cringe.

Elias: What? It's just us here.

Amie: If you start by finding the key, we can– How... How did you feel seeing Klara today?

Elias: Alright.

Amie: I can't really do this whole secretive thing. It would just be easier to tell people about us.

Elias: Yeah... I just mean that you were the one who wanted us to take things slow because of the whole celebrity thing. But you're right. Secrets suck. I can talk to her if you want to. It's not a problem if she knows. I want everybody to know. 🎵 No one knows me better than you do 🎵 🎵 I've heard it times before, this shit ain't new 🎵

Amie: Very nice.

Elias: Approved?

Amie: Yes.

🎵 No one knows me better than you do 🎵 🎵 I've heard it times before, this shit ain't new 🎵 🎵 And you know that it's true, yeah 🎵

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School nurse

Ludde: Thank you so much. Don't need any stitches.

Klara: That's good.

Ludde: Maybe you have better things to do, but–

Klara: No, I didn't have anything anyway.

Ludde: Oh, I was thinking more about... Thank you for staying, by the way. I was going to see if you wanted to go eat something. I really don't want to go home to my parents right now. And I owe you a beer. Wine? Milkshake, maybe?

Klara: A milkshake sounds good.

Ludde: Yeah. It's not a Valentine's Day thing–

Klara: No. You're not my type, anyway.

Ludde: Great. Well...

Klara: Want to go?

Ludde: Yes.

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Tove: Hi!

Felicia: Am I interrupting?

Tove: No, not at all.

Felicia: I was just thinking... This thing with the building blocks...

Tove: Yes, right.

Felicia: If you feel bad by them, is there any way to get rid of them?

Tove: Well... I don't know.

Felicia: No.

Tove: But I think a cup of tea can't hurt. Do you want one? Good! Come in. I have a few kinds here, if you'd like to pick one.

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Amie: We'll talk about it next time. What?

Elias: Exciting choice for a romantic restaurant.

Amie: Shut up. I've already ordered for us.

Elias: Alright, and what's on offer?

Amie: You'll see. I tried a thousand of these places during the tour, but nothing beats this. This is the best in the country.

Elias: Oskarshamn is the best in the country? That's grand.

Amie: Yeah, they really deliver.

Elias: I've got high expectations, then.

Amie: Well... We might be eating burgers in the US soon.

Elias: In the US?

Amie: You know Gabrielle, who I talked about? She said that they might want to sign me.

Elias: What? You're getting signed? You're kidding?

Amie: No.

Elias: Wow. Shit.

Amie: It's crazy.

Elias: Congratulations!

Amie: Thanks!

Elias: Shit. But... The US? Okay. But... The people at your label, what are they saying? Are they okay with letting you go?

Amie: No, he's slippery as usual. He's not answering me–

Waiter: Here's your food.

Amie: Thank you!

Waiter: I just have to ask—you're Amie, right?

Amie: Yeah.

Waiter: My daughter loves your music. She's always listening to it in the car.

Amie: That's so sweet! Tell her I said hi.

Waiter: I will!

Amie: Thank you. Dig in. So as I was saying, about the US and all... If, and I really mean if I go there... Just imagine. We can go on road trips. That sounds really fun.

Elias: Sorry, I have to–

Amie: What?

Ludde: Fries. Yeah, that sounds good.

-

Amie (via text to Elias): No problem with her knowing and then you leave as soon as you see her? Nice. I can't do this. Bye.

Elias: Get it together. Come on...

-

Ludde: So what you're saying is that if you don't find a loophole, you'll have to close down and my dad is out of a job?

Klara: Yes, kind of. Damn it, I shouldn't have said anything. I just don't know who I should talk to.

Ludde: It's cool. I won't say anything. We don't really talk a lot in my family, anyway. Apparently.

Klara: I will fix it. I have to.

-

Amie (via text to Elias): No problem with her knowing and then you leave as soon as you see her? Nice. I can't do this. Bye.

Elias: What? Fuck.

-

Klara: What did the letter say? The letter on New Year's. From Felicia. Come on, it's Valentine's Day and everything. You have to give me something.

Ludde: I lied to her, lots of times. I didn't take her seriously. I broke up with her even if I didn't even want to. I haven't opened the letter because I'm scared to read what's in it.

Klara: You haven't opened it?!

Ludde: I don't deserve her.

Klara: No. True.

Ludde: Fuck off.

Klara: But you love each other.

Ludde: I promised Elias I would stay away.

Klara: Who is he to decide a thing like that?

Ludde: Regardless... How the hell am I supposed to get a hold of her? She doesn't have a phone. I don't even know where she is.

Klara: I know where she is.

[mami-koppe]

Desperate - Dabi x Reader

This is my first fic ever in this fandom pls be gentl. no beta reader WE DIE LIKE SCUM. Also please note that english is not my native language so if you find something wrong *please* point it out 👀 Enjoy!

TW: smut, angst, mentions of drug use and abortion, violence, yadda yadda. aaa

Cyan eyes open up, alarmed and scared and anxious, only relaxing when following the rise and fall of the lump under the white comforter set just beside him. He knows he shouldn't be here; he's had a few more nightmares about a fellow villain finding out about your existence than he was comfortable with. In his dreams they would tear down your house, break the heirloom grandfather clock in your hallway, ravage all the cabinets and drawers (maybe they would find that picture of him under your Christmas-decorated pine tree, the only proof you had of his existence intermingled with yours, and you thought you hid it oh so well but Dabi's far more smarter than that). A shiver runs down his spine and he breaks a sweat when he imagines if Overhaul was the one raiding your apartment. The yakuza boss would most likely delight himself in breaking and putting you back together, again and again, only so he could leave in your bedroom wall a myriad of blood splatters for Dabi to find and grieve for. Chisaki would make sure he wouldn't even have a body to bury. Maybe if he was feeling lucky, not even a brick of your house would be intact, your whole life only resisting in Dabi's memory.

He wishes he could be honourable and selfless enough to say that's the main reason he never bothered to officialise your relationship; but even greater than the fear of coming home and finding your body reduced to a pulp, is the fear of being vulnerable (yet again). He kinda cares about you, yes, he can say that much, and anyone who has met you for more than 15 minutes know that you're in deep. He's not that emotionally stunted. But he's jaded enough to know that caring is a concept with many translations and definitions, and if you so happened to have a different one than he did, specially if that concept involved controlling and screaming and fighting and black bruises all over his back while his skin burned off at every flash of his quirk painfully taking over his body ... He couldn't just sit down and wait to find out.

Also, you seem pretty fine with this arrangement. He has a knack this has less to do with letting him roam free range, and far more with knowing that as soon as you express the need to define the feelings that have grown stronger and stronger for over three years, he will be out the door to never come back. And that simply won't do.

Almost as sensing his distress, you wake up and wrap both your arms around his neck. He tenses for a fraction of second, then relaxes, reaching out for the cigarette pack you leave in the nightstand just for him.

_ "What's on your mind, babe? You seem real distracted. I know you're usually kinda emo but that much brooding just isn't you. Are you okay? Perhaps you're having... cravings again? Did something happen? Was it crusty fuck again? If he tried to decay your face again, I'm so gonna fuck him up..." You run his fingers through his coarse hair, trying to show your adoration while lightly pressing your lips to his jaw and he shudders both from your ministrations and the mentions of his past cravings.

_ "...Whoa whoa whoa, calm down princess. Why are you even awake? It's still really fucking early for so many questions. One would think you would be out like a light by now, since we had so much fun last night, but guess I haven't fucked you hard enough if you still have half a mind to think about all that, dollface. And fuck you, I'm not emo." – he stops, cringing at his out-of-nowhere flirting and vague answers, hoping you don't see right through his crude words, thrown around in case you haven't noticed he's been shaking for the last 20 minutes.

Please don't notice. Please let it go. Please don't point it out.

_ "...Yeah, maybe you're right. But I should be asking you the same, it's 2am and you still got the energy to lewd me. And YES you are emo and well fuck you too. Forget I asked anything, love, if you want to we can talk about that tomorrow morning. Can't afford to be tense when tomorrow's gonna be such a long day, right? So what do you say about letting me tire us both out so we can finally have a full cycle of sleep?", you say, and in that moment he knows that you know.

The sudden pause in your sleep ridden speech tells that you have at least an idea that he's not fine in the slightest, but decided to just ignore it, knowing that your black haired lover wouldn't want to talk about it anyway. So you lift a leg just above his hipbone to pull him closer to your hot, warm core, both of you still naked and spent from your previous lovemaking, one of the few displays of affection he's completely comfortable with.

He runs his hands all over your sides, commiting them to his memory (just in case common sense comes to you without knocking and you finally leave him); suddenly his hands find your hair and tug at your nape, pulling your neck back to find his charred lips. Your smells mingle together, and it's all a blur of smoke, sandalwood, scotch and black pepper.

You kiss him, bringing his mouth towards yours with fervor, while slowly stroking his manhood, pausing around his tip, smearing his precum on your mouth with your fingers (you know he loves seeing you covered in him, and after all these years he wouldn't man up and admit it freely, so you tease him to no end). He can't find it in himself to be rough to you tonight, but it seems you have different plans because it doesn't look like you'll be patient enough for foreplay; and in a blink you are tangled in a mess of sheets and legs and sweat, him sliding swiftly into your heat, appreciating the drag of his swollen tip inside your pussy, going in and out roughly, the fast paced rythm of your skin slapping together only stopping when you feel the familiar head rush of your impeding orgasm and the sensation of his white hot seed spilling deep inside your throbbing center.

His low moans fill the room as he feels you tightly clenching around him; you cannot follow him in his vocal declarations due to being physically incapable of screaming anymore, a mix of pleas and gasps falling out your lips as he bottoms out and groans your name, fucking his cum deeper inside of you. The space between your foreheads close, both heavily panting near each others mouths, following a kiss that's way too sweet considering your personalities.

For a moment, he kinda wants to say those damned three words, but he will be dead before he makes a fool of himself like that, so he kisses your forehead and pull you to his chest, helping himself to a now dreamless sleep.

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It's one of your biggest flaws yet: you are far worse in keeping secrets than you give yourself credit for.

In the five years you spent together, he has plenty of evidence to support this case – all the gifts that were supposed to be a surprise, the job promotion you were hoping to disclose about at a movie night in your house (that said promotion tumbling out of your mouth in one of your daily, unimportant phone calls), the stray cat you tried to adopt without his knowledge (because obviously he would say no without even thinking about it, but now Tama's getting fatter and meaner than ever and Dabi lives for it), and you always said it was the other way around, that Dabi was the one who was way too good at uncovering things that he wasn't supposed to.

And in that exact moment, he wishes you were wrong, because the ripped blue cardboard box he finds forgotten in your bathroom floor just behind the toilet – probably fallen, since it's a bad habit of yours to let your shit fall all over the floor and eventually forget to pick it up – looks too much like the ones he would see in drugstores and at that time Shigaraki made him work undercover for a week in a brothel to gather intel about a winged pro hero who was kind of a degenerate, and he freezes.

He sensed something wrong weeks ago, your delicious skin even more tender to the touch and your face perpetually stuck in a barely concealed frown. He tried to ask you what's the matter a few times, before finally granting you the same leniency given to him when he was having a bad day and wanted to be left alone.

Now the only things going through Dabi's head is "why didn't she tell me", "wasn't she on birth control", "what the fuck is going on" and suddenly he understands why his – wife? girlfriend? lover? fuck buddy? SHIT – always said that some things can't just be left ignored. He never wanted to get high so much in his life.

Like a man possessed, he goes through your trash (it's not like he's not used to some dumpster diving and other unsavoury survival skills, since being a kinda prolific villain can only happen so late in life and before that, you have an empty stomach and way less standards than you'd like to), pausing when he finds what he was dreading: a fucking plastic wire, adorned with two dark pink lines. His eyes begin to blur and he can only thank so much you're at work right now so you can't hear his raging shouts ressonating around your room.

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He does what he does best: he ignores it, simply leaving it all exactly where he found it and waits for you to come home. He helps you cook your favourite meal – you insist it's his turn to choose, but he says he's craving yours – runs you a bath, making sure to douse every crevice of your body in that cherry body wash he loves to smell in you, makes love to you until your head spins and your body is feeling almost bloated with his essence.

Can't get anymore pregnant than that, huh?

He asks about your day, and you let it all out, and every time you make that face you do when you want to tell him something important, he kisses you until you're breathless and changes the subject.

He desperately hopes you choose to keep it.

Then, after you're sleeping soundly on his naked chest, he brings out the duffel bag he hid earlier beneath his side of the bed, gets dressed, gives Tama his beloved wet food, sitting him down for a few minutes of belly rubs and leaves your home, his home, sending you a text through his burner phone that tells you too much about an undercover mission for the LOV that might last for years and none about where your relationship stands.

He's never felt so inadequate. Suddenly he hates being a villain.

He hopes you might catch the underlying forlorn tone in his words – that this is a "goodbye", not a "see you soon" – and not foolishly wait for him to come back. But he kinda knows it is unreasonable to expect you to move on and find a more loving, present person to warm your bed, put a smile on your face, a ring on your left hand, give his only child a decent attempt of a family, promise you the world and keep that promise. He leaves knowing that much.

And as you wake up in the middle of the night, with a cold bed, an empty apartment, a text and the briefest memory of Dabi lovingly kissing your midriff, you cry out for what could have been. Said text was supposed to be monotonous, robotic even, and it's so much like Dabi to go on a mission without wanting to say goodbye in person (because he's too cool for that) that normally you wouldn't even bat an eye, but you know you'll never see him again because of the words adorning the end of your screen.

I love you.

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Yet again, Dabi's dreams haven't ever been easy on him. He jumps out of the bed, startled, as he fumbles with a bag of white pills which he spent the last year or so sneaking from your sight and angrily swallows four at once; the image of a little girl with her grandmother's hair and his azure eyes, no older than three, tightly clutching his hand and smiling. It's way too early in the morning for this shit and he can't be bothered to deal with that yet. Not sober.

Papa, look! I've drawn us today at school! I've made sure you look cool enough like you asked, okay? That's you in your coat, that's mama, that's Tama and that's me!

He's not sure he should burn the image to his mind or off his mind. He still hears your stupid giggles in the back of his head (probably it doesn't help that he has been watching almost daily for the last six months that particular video of you hollering, high as a kite, when he and the LOV raided the compounds of a drug cartel that was antagonising their plans, and let's say that Dabi has come home that day with more than a few weed satchels).

Feeling the top of his head getting heavier and his eyes blurring with difficulty to focus, he clings to the porcelain sink in his hotel room, mindlessly bangs his head on the cabinet just below the small mirror until his forehead is openly bleeding – not that he can feel anything when he's like that anyway, but he DID always try – and lets himself fall to his knees, silently glaring at the floor.

He somberly notes that his blood has painted the bathroom floor a vibrant red. He hopes yours isn't painted too.

Later that day when he has already puked almost all the drugs out his system, he and Kurogiri are sent on a minor errand; some human trafficking ring leader, a former ally, was threatening to spill out their secrets and they were to break and enter, kill him swiftly and move on with their lives, no biggie. But as he steps into the compound – a shell orphanage, he notes – Dabi knows it's not going to be a normal mission. Soon as the children know the leader's dead, most of them flee, making a run for their long lost freedom; but a small group, maybe six or seven of them, stays. And usually Dabi is proud of being the nonchalant, motionless member of the party, but with the late events even he can't help to be a little horrified when he notices that children as young as four have the same eyes he had when he fled his childhood home, Ende- his house.

Children that have seen so much grief and despair they can't be bothered to exit the building, even when he irritatedly screams at them to get out already as the walls roar up in flames. They have no reason for escaping; their will to go on died way before their bodies did. He can look into their eyes and tell already that they will turn out to be like him, or worse. This would be the perfect time for a rookie wide-eyed pro hero to appear and save these innocent children just so they can grow up so emotionally damaged that they will turn to villainy, to be eventually caught and brutally murdered by the very same hero.

Dabi knows the kids will stay rooted to the same spot until they're engulfed by the flames or choked up in poisonous smoke and that's gonna take so much longer; he's already in deep shit with Shigaraki because he said "no witnesses" and so many of them have already fled, so he does what he does best – ignores the vision he has of that little girl, his little girl, embraced by the blue fire of his body as he gives the children the most quick, painless death he can think of.

Dabi's thankful that they don't bother to make a sound. He doesn't think he could stay clean for much longer if he could hear the white haired girl's voice in the squeals and pitiful sobs of the children who stayed behind.

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He returns to his empty hotel room that day, still hearing Shigaraki's screeches ringing in his ear, and the only thing he wants to do is to swallow the whole bag of pills he still has under his mattress and doze off until he chokes up on his own vomit and doesn't wake up the next morning, but he cannot die, not yet, and that night he remembers the children's empty glares as he brings out the half full bottle of whiskey sitting besides his bed and drinks till he's tumbling unconsciously down the wall.

The morning after he wakes up a little emptier inside and his sheets are actually wet with the sweat he expelled during his goriest nightmare yet, but the possibility that yet another child is going to end like the ones he has spared killed the day before drives him mad with frustration. And then, he takes the longest steps he's ever taken in your home's direction.

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This time, is your turn to wake up in a sweat. You can clearly hear the noise of a window lock being picked (your former lover did this way too much in the beginning of your relationship, so much you suspected that he did it for fun, even when you gave him a spare key), and the sheer panic that runs through your whole being when your brain computes it's the nursery window lock being picked, you grab the pistol Dabi gave to you after a night out with your friends almost went sour in a robbery, and runs to your newborn daughter's room. You can feel the tears gathering around your eyes, desperate to hear her make any sound – anything to know she's alive – and when you kick the door open, the gun in your hands seems heavier than it does when shooting, as soon as you reckon the black hair and blue eyes you loved (honestly, love) so much, you seem to forget how to breathe.

The father of your child is holding onto her so tightly, a pained but relieved expression on his face as he clutches her so close to his warm chest, and you feel something wet running down both your cheeks as he presses his trembling lips to her forehead, almost like he expected to find the spare room in your apartment just the way he saw last, empty and full of broken spare parts of utensils and furniture. Your daughter is not bothered at all, like she recognizes him even if she never met him before and your heart is so confused.

Is he gonna leave again?

You longed for him throughout all your pregnancy, wanting him to know he was going to be a father, wanting him to see her first sonograms, feel her first kicks but you knew Dabi could only be there when his mission was over. And you waited, even if every cell in your brain screamed at you for it, confirming what you already suspected – he's abandoned you, both of you.

He thought that maybe you would be gullible enought to believe he was gone for a few months, not the slightest intention of leaving you behind, but in that moment, he knows that you know. And as you choose to let it go once again, he feels all the weight on his shoulders disappear as you both say, in unison:

"Welcome home."

[gustafsnightangel]

A Softer Side Part 7

The computer pinged with each frantic bid in the dying minutes, and all out war between Petrov and user BaishunpuSureiya, which in a literal translation meant Whore Slayer, otherwise known as first lieutenant to the Yakuza clan Moriyama. “Only thing worse than the Russian mob, the Japanese Yakuza.” Strand sighed.

”Damn I’m glad we got the girl out of this one.” Jerry muttered quietly.

Ayla was frantically digging into these guys as they watched the bidding war play out. A different ping had their attention snap to Ayla’s screen. “Oh you clever sweet girl.” Karl breathed. “You hacked the sites mainframe.”

“Told you she was good.” Jerry elbowed him with his murmured.

As the auction timed out the bids stopped at 6.5 million, Petrov waiting until the last second to out bid his closest rival. Karl kept a hand on Jerry’s shoulder as he breathed out very slowly. “Not celebrating until we bag him.” He said finally, wrangling his emotions under control. “We’re not done, he’s not in our care yet.”

“One step at a time kid.” Karl murmured and watched as Ayla’s hand squeezed Jerry’s. The ping of money being transferred to their dummy account brought them back to reality. “Wainwright will be getting a call soon.” As if he’d dialed the number himself, the call came through, Steve answering. With the drop location agreed on Davis and his team headed out to cast the net wide, they had a few hours to burn beforehand which was ample time to secure all access roads.

As Karl studied the takedown, he could see Ayla was busy pulling those digital threads to finesse the data she was searching for. With a frantic hand tapping his she pointed at the screen and then to Davis’s feed.

“Davis.” He snapped through the coms. “They’re already at the drop site, preplanned in the event they won the auction.”

“Copy that boss. We’ll cast wider see what we come up with.”

“I’ll forward this intel to you, it just came in. North side heavily guarded, best choke point along the south east ridge. You can bottle neck them in if you have a team at the choke point.”

“Mia?” Strand asked.

“Already leaving.” She said. Karl knew she had a helicopter stashed away, there wasn’t much she didn’t have in the way of equipment.

“Archangel is on the way.” Strand snapped out grinding his teeth, shit was about to get real.

“Copy that boss.”

Karl paced and saw Jerry blanch. “We’ll get him kid.”

“I know, his luck’s run out.” He shrugged. “I gotta gut feeling this is his last auction, whether we catch him or kill him it’s his fucking last.”

“Davis?” Strand called.

“Yeah?”

“Capture not kill, do you understand? Not unless he gives you no other option. We want Petrov alive and to at least be able to talk coherently.” Karl thought for a moment. “I don’t care about the rest, society will be much better without them.”

“Copy that. With Archangel, we’ll clean house.” Karl knew Davis understood his command. Take everyone out, leave Petrov alive, it was that fucking simple.

The randevu inched closer, the seconds ticking by in silence as Strand let Davis and Wainwright do their jobs. He had absolute confidence in their ability, he just didn’t want to let Jerry down, they’d come too far now.

“Why Mia?” Hunt asked as he paced, his restless energy making him on edge.

“That woman can shoot the hair off a gnats ass at two miles. She’ll find a nest and pick them off, effectively clearing the way for Davis and company to move in.”

“She is so much more than she seems.” Jerry said

“You have no idea kid.”

“Did you guys ever... you know?” Jerry asked quietly.

“Nope and never will. It would be like fucking my little sister.” Strand said disgustedly, even the thought of it put a bad taste in his mouth.

“Fair enough.” Jerry chuckled.

“You looking to start something with her?” He asked as he watched Davis’s team come online.

“Maybe. I like her.” He shrugged.

“Tread carefully and slowly, she’s been through hell.” Was all Strand would say on the matter and Jerry wisely shut his mouth. Karl didn’t want to get into it, he had enough relationship troubles at the moment without diving into someone else’s love life woes. Is that what this was, he thought, was he in love with her, was this a relationship?”

“In position.” Davis’s voice crackled over coms. “Waiting for Archangel.”

“Copy that, she’s en route. ETA, thirty minutes or so.” Strand said taking a seat again, his own nervous energy starting to make his skin crawl. He should be out there with the team, not cooped up inside watching it go down. In that regard he was impatient, preferring to be in the thick of it not on the sidelines.

“Get my drone up in the air Davis, I’ll need to have eyes.” Mia’s voice was clipped as it came over the coms unit.

“Copy that Archangel.” Karl could hear the smirk in Davis’s voice and smiled, he had a good team.

“Pull it up Jerry.” He said quietly and Hunt activated the drone feed. “We may need to be her eyes as well, the team on the ground will have enough to do.” They settled in with a little over an hour to analyse, strategize, and tighten the net.

******

“Archangel in position.” Mia’s voice was barely a whisper.

“You close?” Strand asked.

“Hostiles 100 yards.” She said shortly barely breathing, though the hostiles in question weren’t exactly being quiet and would mask any noise she made.

“Copy.” Karl said softly.

******

“Approaching now.” Wainwright said as they pulled up just outside the containment line.

“As soon as you set foot on the ground Archangel will clear the outer perimeter, Davis will clean up and move the containment line in.”

“Copy.”

“You ready Burke?” Strand asked.

“Asshole won’t know what hit him.” She snarked.

“We need him alive.” He said.

“I got the memo. He’ll be breathing and conscious.”

“Pulling up.” Steve cut in, now it was down to business.

“Copy.” Strand said.

The feed came into view and Karl saw Petrov waiting, surrounded by his entourage trying to look important more than watching for any real threat, that would be their fatal mistake. “Jerry, paint our good friend Ivan so Mia can leave that asshole alive.” He growled and Hunt did as requested using the drone to fix a red glow to the man, only Mia would be able to see the glow through her scope.”

“Stepping out now Archangel.” Wainwright said softly.

“Copy.” Came Mia’s feminine whisper.

******

No sooner had Steve’s foot met gravel, Petrov’s men started dropping like flies. In less than a minute she had the outer security down.

“Davis move in.” She said quietly. “North side.”

“Copy.” She would keep them safe.

Strand watched Steve take his time, the customary small talk between buyer and seller, giving Mia as much time as possible to plow the road. With an ear on their conversation he glanced to see Davis’s team secure the heavily armed North side.

“Ametures.” Mia snorted. “Never leave the high ground unattended.” Her soft mumble had Karl chuckling. “May as well have presented your asses with a flashing neon sign that said shoot me.”

“It’s just the inner circle left now.” Strand said gruffly as Wainwright hauled Burke out of his car. She swayed as if she was drugged, Karl knowing full well she was stone cold sober.

“Is she armed?” Jerry asked, a worried edge to his voice. “If this goes south she’s fucked.”

Strand snorted before he laughed. “She doesn’t need a weapon Jerry, she is the weapon.” He looked at the rookie and smiled. “Watch and learn, Petrov’s about to get his ass handed to him by a girl.” Strand looked back to watch the takedown unfold, like fucking poetry.

Like a well choreographed dance Burke reached Petrov and his hands closed around her bicep. As soon as skin met skin, Mia reduced his entourage down to just him and his first lieutenant. By the time Mia had taken down the first lieutenant, Burke had Petrov on the ground, balls in his hands, pain plastered across his face, in less than three minutes he was crying like a baby and screaming like a stuck pig.

“Not so tough now are you Ivan.” Burke purred as she circled him.

“What do you want?” He blubbered.

“Funny you should ask.” She grinned and got in his face. “Know this girl?” She held up her phone with a photo of Jerry’s sister Eva. “Before you answer let me remind you, lying or anything other than the whereabouts of this girl will end with you being shipped off to Hades 6, where we have a very nice welcome party waiting for you.” Even on the shitty feed Strand saw his face pale. “Take your time and think real hard because you purchased her, cheaper than a prime piece but you bought her, you have three minutes Ivan, then I’m handing you over to those on Hades 6 to extract the data out of you.” She let him cower at her feet, Hunt was chewing his nails, the wait unbearable.

No one spoke for the entire three minutes, the silence palpable. Crouching again before him she flicked his nose and he trembled, fucking pussy, Strand thought. “Where is she Petrov?”

“Outside San Francisco, at our US compound.” His voice choked and quavered, Karl wouldn’t be surprised if this sniveling asshole had peed his pants.

“You’re going to make a call, in English or the same fate will be in your future.” She growled. “One person drives her to this location.” She held up the address for him to see. Only the girl gets out of the car, I see anyone else I’ll pack you off to Hades 6 so fast your head will spin. Understand?” He nodded furiously.

With shaking hands Ivan dialed the number. As it was ringing Ayla traced it. He rattled off instructions for the girl, where to drive her to. The ping from the computer Ayla was working from made a sly smile spread across Karl’s face.

“Got you now you fuckers.” He growled. “We have what we need. Secure and transport Petrov, collect the girl and take her to the outcrop safe house, I’ll have her brother meet her there.”

“I’m closer.” Mia said quickly. “I’ll bring her home, she’ll be more comfortable there.”

“Sounds good, let us know when you’re heading our way.”

“Copy that, Archangel out.”

Strand turned to Jerry, the rookie pale and in shock. “Mia will bring her home here.” He said placing an understanding hand on the kids shoulder. “You need to brace yourself Jerry, she’s not going to be the same sister.”

“I know. How do I help her?” He asked quietly.

“Just be her brother, that’s all you can do. She’s not going to want to be around anyone for a while.”

“Much like Ayla was.” Jerry breathed and looked at her, that slight nod the only answer he’d get. “You guys go ahead and sleep, I’ll wait up for Mia and my sister.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah. She’s going to terrified out of her mind, the less of an audience the better. I just need to lay eyes on her, know that she’s here, safe.”

Strand watched as Ayla stood and padded over to Jerry. Her tentative hug was a huge step, a silent gesture to let him know she was here for him, for his sister.

“Thanks Ayla, if it wasn’t for you, I wouldn’t have found her.” The rookie was almost in tears. She smiled softly and nodded. Jerry headed out to brew what would probably be his tenth coffee for the evening, leaving Ayla staring at Wainwright.

“It’s not him sweet girl.” Karl reassured. Reaching over he clicked Wainwright’s com on to open a channel. “Steve do me a favor and lose the face.” He said quietly. “On camera, she needs to see it.”

“Sure.” He pulled the camera around so Ayla had a good view and she pulled back, almost dissolving against Karl, his arms wrapping around her protectively.

“It’s not him, watch.” Steve scrubbed a hand over his face and she watched as his fingers disappeared. “It’s a holographic image projected over his face to make him look like Raven. If he touches his face it disrupts the signal.” Wainwright pressed a spot by his ear and half the holographic mask disappeared to reveal Steve’s thirty something face. “Pretty cool huh?” Strand murmured as she reached out a hand to touch the screen, a barely there nod her only answer. “Thanks Steve.”

“No problem boss.” Even his voice was back to normal.

“It has a voice chip in there too which makes him sound like Raven.” Karl explained as he cut the feed. She turned in his arms, buried her face in his chest and wept, those slender fingers fisting in his shirt. “You’re ok sweet girl.” He soothed as Jerry came back in and sat at the computer ignoring them as if they weren’t in the room. With a reassuring squeeze of the rookie’s shoulder he scooped Ayla up into his arms and carried her to her room.

It had been a rough evening for her mentally and emotionally, seeing and hearing a likeness of Raven rocking her to her core. “You’re safe Ayla.” He murmured as he climbed into bed with her, there was no way she was letting go of him tonight. He soothed her to sleep, his body cradling hers. Could he really be this stability she was looking for, he wondered? That one thought pounded through his head as he drifted, was he in love with her?

Her nightmare was more a night terror, visceral, all consuming. It was the first sound other than her whimper he’d heard from her, the terrified scream tearing from her throat, hands frantically pushing him away, fighting whatever had appeared in her mind to torment her. Waking her was difficult, his soft commands to wake up were a glancing blow, it held her under deeply. In the end, as much as he hated himself for it, he grabbed her by the biceps tightly, pined her to the mattress and barked at her.

“AYLA, WAKE UP!” He barked, a tone that left no room for interpretation. She woke sharply, eyes suddenly forced wide open at his voice, the grip on her probably hurting. That keening half scream half sob was wrenched from deep within her and she froze in his hands.

Loosening his grip he let her go and put his hands up in front of him. “You’re ok sweet girl, just a nightmare, you’re safe.” She continued to stare at him, her shuddering breath heaving in and out. “Just a really bad dream.” He repeated. Her eyes searched the room frantically, that whimper gutting him. “He’s not here Ayla, he’s on Hades 6 remember?” The urge to pull her into his arms and cradle her against him was overwhelming, the need to soothe. “You’re safe with me sweet girl, I won’t hurt you.” He murmured and held out his hands for her to come to him, to seek comfort, shelter, protection. Her choice, he thought, it had to be her choice as much as this was killing him it would only exacerbate her fear if he forced it.

He clicked on the lamp, the soft glow chasing the shadows into the night where they belonged, not that there was much of the night left. “It’s just you and me sweet girl.” He said softly, her breathing calmer now the light was on, her body still trembling. “I’m here when you’re ready Ayla, no rush.” The look of absolute terror in her eyes destroyed him as he rested his hand on his knee and let her process what she’d dreamt and the scene in front of her.

Eventually her hand reached out, fingertips brushing his. He curled them gently, urging her to come closer, to seek the safety she desperately needed. She inched closer, tentative fingers shaking toward him before they snatched back as if they’d been struck.

“You can touch me sweet girl, you’re safe with me.” He said calmly. “You’re ok.” When in the world had he become so fucking patient, he thought? Since you became her world, that little voice in his head smirked. As her mind settled she curled into him, the quiet weeping of an overwhelmed soul. “You’re safe sweet girl.” He sighed, holding her tighter and slowly leaning back against the headboard. As her tears subsided her finger grazed his scruff, the gentle touch igniting that fire within him. Her hands fisted in his shirt as she pressed her face to his chest and breathed. “Get some more sleep sweet girl, I’m right here ok?” She nodded and he heard the shuddered sigh, willing her body to relax knowing he’d keep her safe while she slept. He squeezed her tightly and shifted to lay flat, her tiny form cradled against his gigantic frame.

He felt her drift under, not so lucky himself as he stared at the ceiling. She slept for another few hours, he was content to just hold her in his arms while he thought about the next op in a few days time. He was pulled from the quiet doze he’d fallen into by her lips on his.

“You feeling better sweet girl?” He rasped as his mind coming back from wherever it had wandered off to. Opening his eyes sea green looked back, clear and full of love, her slight nod settling him. I don’t deserve you, he said silently, I’m no good for you I’m so many ways. No matter how many times he thought it and then banished it from his mind, he still craved her. She’d gotten under his guard and sucker punched him, stealing whatever was left of his black heart for herself. She kissed him again, the primal animal inside him surging forward as he deepened it, taking what he desperately wanted, giving her whatever it was she needed. He lost himself to the taste of her, those soft lips he suddenly had the urge to have around his cock.

Her hands wandering down his chest and along his torso snapped him back to some semblance of reality before her mouth claimed his. “Ayla.” He breathed, he was drowning in her. Shivering slightly as her hand grazed his shaft, his body betrayed his resolve. The press of her body against his elicited a groan as she palmed him, the sensual stroke of his erection causing a low growl to rumble from within him. God he wanted her, every cell in his body wanted her. “Stop.” He murmured gently as he took her hands and brought them to rest on his chest. Pressing his forehead against hers he regained his control, the slim margin of space suddenly between them giving his brain time to think before he acted and did something monumentally stupid. “I want to.” He whispered. “But the way I want you isn’t what you need.” No, he thought, pinning her to the bed and taking her how he pleased was not what she needed, to plunge inside her, to feel her wrapped around his cock as he fucked her hard. No, she needed tender, and he wasn’t sure he could give that to her. He felt her nod slightly, her head bowing until it rested on his chest tucked under his chin. Her tears slipped over his hand and he felt like an even bigger asshole. “I need time Ayla. I’m not sure being intimate with you is best for either of us.” He felt her nod again before she pulled away, rolling over quickly, and moving to the bathroom. “Ayla.” He said gently, but the quiet snick of the door ended his sentence before it had begun. Staring at the ceiling he let his frustration simmer. He was trying to take it slow with her, ease her into sex, did she not see that? Did she not understand that if he hurt her it would destroy him?

Ripping the covers off he dressed in jeans and a sweater and grabbed his Glock out of nightstand drawer. He stomped out to the kitchen, grabbed a coffee in a to go thermos and headed out to Mia’s range. He needed distance, he needed violence, and he needed to get her scent out of his fucking system. They had days to prepare for the last of the three auctions and hopefully put and end to all of it, he needed to focus.

Round after round went into the targets, the action soothing the edges of his unease, cathartic violence for his soul. He wasn’t husband material, relationship material, he worked hard, and played harder. His next shot faltered as Sarah popped into his mind, he’d loved her, still loved her, or what was his version of love. Was that why it felt wrong with Ayla, he wondered? No, not wrong, because he did feel something for her, it was just different to what he felt with Sarah.

Loading a new clip he emptied it into the target.

“I thought I’d find you here.” Mia said as the echo of the last round faded.

“Needed to clear my head.” He snarled, slamming another clip in and fired.

“I figured when you weren’t anywhere to be found.” She said as he let the empty clip fall and placed an egg and bacon sandwich on the table for him. “Thought you could use a bite.”

“Thanks.”

“Wanna talk about it?”

“Nope.” He loaded and fired, the smooth action one of years of repetition.

“All right then, I’ll leave you to it.” Mia sighed and turned to walk away.

“I’m in love with her Mia and it fucking terrifies me.” He blurted out. “All I keep thinking about is how I’m not the right person for her, I want to push her so far away from me to protect her yet my body wants her, I want her. How do I give her what she needs when I don’t even know what that is or how to give it to her. I’m not the loving gentle soul she needs.”

“Maybe not to the rest of us but to her you are.” Mia said gently. “Karl, she brings out a softer side of you I’ve never seen before, and it’s only with her.”

“I love Sarah, loved Sarah and I don’t know if I can take that kind of a beating again emotionally.”

“I know you did, but this isn’t the same.” Mia said softly.

“It’s so different.” He sighed, unwrapping the sandwich and taking a bite.

“Ayla is happy with you Strand and that’s a good thing for her, positive in her healing, but don’t lead her on.” She put her hands up as he opened his mouth to speak. “You’re not doing that, I’m just saying if you’re not serious about her you need to tell her.”

“I don’t even know what this is Mia.” He huffed.

“Then you need to figure it out, because if you keep pushing her away she’ll eventually stop coming to you, stop vying for your affection.”

“She had a nightmare last night.”

“And she’ll have many more.” Mia shot back. Damn it, Strand thought, she was going to make him deal with it all.

“She wanted sex.” He said flatly.

“Then give it to her.” Mia shrugged.

“It’s not that simple.”

Mia laughed. “God men are so clueless sometimes, I have to spell it out.” Her sigh making Strand bristle.

“Was it like that with you and Peter?” He sniped, the mention of his old partner bringing a mournful look into her eyes. He wished he could take back those words the second they were out.

“That was a low blow even for you Karl, but to answer your question, yes. After you brought me home it was Peter that tended me much like you’re doing with Ayla. There came a point where I needed sex, I needed to feel what it was like to be in control of what was taken from me. The only difference between me and Ayla is I knew what sex was like before Syria, she’s had nothing but rape and torture her entire life.” She studied him. “She trusts you Karl, she wouldn’t be asking if she didn’t.”

“She hasn’t asked, she hasn’t said a fucking word.” His growl was more a snarl.

“Her actions ask. She wouldn’t let you touch her if she didn’t want you to, it’s her choice.” He chewed it over and felt his gut sink, had he pushed her away too much already? “Finish up here.” Mia said seeing him start to think on her words. “Burgers tonight out on the patio, we earned them after last night.”

“You loved him didn’t you?” He said gently.

“Very much.” Her words held such grief, a deep longing as she walked back to the pickup.

“I’m sorry for being an asshole.”

“You wouldn’t be you if you weren’t.” She snorted.

******

The long walk back to the house cleared his head about Sarah, she was not who he thought she was, their relationship tenuous at best. If he was being honest with himself they were using each other for sex and that was, and always had been their relationship, even when he’d thought he’d been in love with her. The way he felt about Ayla however was as clear as mud. There was a deeper pull to her, as if her soul spoke to his, a softness and calm he’d never experienced before. Her soul soothed his own.

Coming into the kitchen he glanced into the rec room and found Ayla and Jerry at the computers working hard to set up their next op for tomorrow. He should have been here helping instead of having his own existential crisis. At least she hadn’t withdrawn or shut down.

“Hey boss.” Jerry said quietly and he saw Ayla’s hands still on the keyboard before resuming their rapid beat.

“How’s your sister?” He asked taking a seat between them.

“Doing ok considering, we talked some.” Jerry shrugged.

“That’s a start.” Karl said softly. Hunt brought him up to speed with their progress. The report from Burke on the delivery of Petrov to Hades 6. “We all set for tonight’s pickup?”

“Wainwright and Burke are set, Davis is regrouping with his team.”

“Good.”

“Do you think our old CO will bid tonight?” Hunt asked hopeful.

“God I fucking hope so.” Karl growled. “He’s the middle man, there’s someone above him pulling the strings and I want to know who.” Because that was who Raven supplied on a regular basis and would bring this entire syndicate down.

“Raven’s the supplier and distributer.”

“Yes, but who’s running the show? Who does he answer to? Raven makes millions off these auctions yet look at the house and neighborhood he lived in. If he had access to all this money where are the fancy cars, the mansions, the carefree lifestyle one had with that about of money?” Karl mused. “Were missing something.” And he’d noticed that even Ayla didn’t have the answer, maybe she doesn’t know.

******

When it came time for burgers Jerry left Strand and Ayla to go see if his sister would join them. He watched as Ayla stood and went to help Mia in the kitchen. There was a tension between them that wasn’t there last night and he was kicking himself for putting it there.

“Great, now she doesn’t want to be in the same room alone with me.” He muttered, pinching the bridge of his nose before scrubbing a hand over his face.

They all took some down time, walked away from the case for a few hours to devour a burger and fries, laugh, and boost each other’s moral.

“Did you like the burger?” Karl asked Ayla before she could get up and leave, the two of them alone for the moment as Jerry and Mia cleared and washed dishes. Jerry taking something in for his sister. She nodded and he could feel the distance between them growing exponentially. “It’s not that I don’t want to have sex with you, I’m just terrified I’ll hurt you.” He blurted out. “I’m a mess Ayla.” He sighed and looked at her, those intense sea green eyes looking back. “I’ve never felt like this about someone, even with Sarah it wasn’t like this and I don’t know how to handle it.” His hand hesitated before he brushed his knuckles along her arm, that jolt to his system something he could no longer ignore or pass off as fleeting arousal. “I feel it every time I touch you, or you touch me.” He said, his voice husky. “That unmistakable yearning for you.” He looked at her. “I crave you, and sure we could just have sex, but it’s more than that, and I’m not sure that’s what you need, or what I need.” Was it love, he wondered? “I wish you’d talk to me sweet girl, tell me what you want, what you need from me.” He murmured.

She stood slowly and Karl thought he’d blown it, but she took his face in her hands and kissed him tenderly. Her knee brushed his and he opened his legs for her to stand closer as she deepened the kiss. He looked up at her as she pulled away, her fingers caressing every angle of his face. The urge to slide his hands along her body made his fingers ache, but he kept them still, not wanting to disrupt the moment.

“Do you really want this with me?” He asked quietly and her nod made his breath hitch. “You know you could do much better.” He scoffed softly and a slight smirk touched her lips before she shook her head. “You don’t think so?” She shook her head again. “I don’t deserve you.” He whispered against her lips as they claimed his again. Her fingers wandered his chest and shoulders, feeling every contour and defined muscle.

He wanted to take it further, but time, once again, wasn’t on their side. “We have an op to run sweet girl.” He sighed as he broke the kiss, her nod one of understanding. Resting his forehead against hers he regained control of his system. “You make me feel things I’ve never felt before.” He whispered. Her hand cupped his cheek and she kissed him sweetly before stepping back.

Making their way back inside, the heat between them making him itch to touch her, maybe he’d scratch that itch after the auction was online and the pickup had been made. Sitting down they got to the business end of the evening. The pickup went as planned, the auction was live and the bidding war had begun. Jerry decided to monitor the auction while the rest of the team get some sleep.

“See you at one ish?” Hunt asked Karl as he and Ayla rose from their chairs, Mia had already gone to crash out.

“Come tap on the door, wake me if anything strange goes down.”

“Will do boss.” Jerry nodded and went back to reading through the mountain of information they were still wading through.

******

He hesitated on her threshold, it was needless, the invitation clear from the tug of her hand in his. It was like any other night they’d slept together, her choice to have him here with her. Sitting on the edge of the bed he watched as she shut the door, her tentative steps toward him had him question himself. “There’s no rush Ayla, we don’t have to do this right now.” He said softly, her hand reaching for his chest. Opening his legs she stood between them much like she had out on the patio. “Talk to me sweet girl.” He whispered. “Tell me what you want.”

Her hand lightly tapped his chest, her mouth opening and then closing a few times as she fought for the words. “I want you.” She whispered, her words barely audible, her hand trembling.

“I’m all yours.” He breathed, a little in awe of her, a little startled at her voice. As a hand wandered the other joined it as she leaned in and kissed him.

He’d forgotten how arousing it was to have a woman touch him so tenderly, each stroke of a finger igniting a trail of searing heat over him. Her eyes met his as they found the hem of his shirt and lifted it, the slight nod telling her it was ok. He shivered as her fingers brushed his bare chest. Pulling his shirt up he felt that tightness in his belly as he lifted his arms so she could take it all the way off, she excited something in him. Her touch became bolder as time went on, her kiss hungrier for him. “Can I touch you?” He asked quietly against her mouth, her gaze uncertain. “I want you to feel good too sweet girl.” His fingers toying with the wisps of hair framing her face. “To show you how good it can feel.” He breathed as she kissed him again. “No ones done that for you have they? They just took what they wanted.” Her embarrassed nod broke his heart. “Do you trust me to make you feel good, make this feel good?” She bowed her head and he hooked a finger under it asking her to look at him. When she did he kissed her tenderly, the barely there brush off his lips against hers. “Nothing to be ashamed of or embarrassed about sweet girl. Sex should be mutually beneficial and enjoyed.” Threading his fingers into her hair he kissed her, keeping it gentle and loving, something new for him and it felt foreign. He couldn’t just take what he wanted, not like Sarah, he had to go at her speed, let her get comfortable knowing he wasn’t going to pin her down against her will.

He deepened the kiss, tongue toying with her lip, requesting, asking for her to come and play. The soft tremble of her body when he devoured her mouth made him continue, sweeping her up in the arousal a good kiss could give. She swayed on her feet when he pulled away and chuckled softly. “I think you liked that.” He murmured nuzzling her cheek, her blush flushing her cheeks confirming it.

“Can I touch you?” He asked again gently, she nodded hesitating slightly as his finger trailed her jaw, down to brush her collarbone. “You can stop me at anytime.” Her eyes looked up and found his. “Mutually beneficial, if something hurts or makes you uncomfortable you need to tell me ok?” She nodded and nibbled on her bottom lip. “I want to make you feel good sweet girl, not hurt you.” With both hands splayed out over his chest she leaned in and kissed him. He felt the fire inside her, the passion and desire skittering below the surface waiting to be unlocked.

Keeping her mouth occupied with his own he rested his fingers at her hips, the slow gentle patterns he stroked her with hopefully desensitizing her. Hugging and holding her was one thing, this was on completely different level. She jumped slightly as fingers slipped under the hem of her shirt to graze the skin at her waist, the low sweep of her ribs. He gave her a moment to process and when she didn’t stop him he continued. His hands drifted under her shirt, the softness of her skin, the scent of her already making him hard. As he dragged his hands up her ribs she raised her arms above her head, a bold enough signal to tell him to remove her shirt.

The weeks of good food and freedom had filled her out. Gone was the bony waif with sharp angles and a pained look, a lush curvy woman stood in her wake. “God you’re beautiful.” He choked, his emotions gaining the upper hand momentarily. His kiss was barely restrained, the hunger for her almost too much to contain. Leaning his head against hers he breathed deeply, reeling it in for her sake. Kissing his way down her neck she shivered as he kissed her shoulder, a finger easing her bra strap off, his lips teasing the swell of her cleavage as he peeled the lace cup down. As his mouth claimed her nipple her hands cupped his head. At first he thought she would push him away, until the soft moan escaped as he rolled the hardened bud over his tongue. “I like hearing those sounds from your lips.” He purred as he kissed his way to the other breast to do the exact same thing. As he aroused her further he unclipped the bra and helped her remove it, her hands cupping his face to bring his mouth to hers.

Wordlessly he looked at her, those sea green eyes full of desire before he slowly kissed his way down her body. Falling to his knees he burrowed his face into her belly as his hands slipped between skin and the waistband of her leggings. He heard her breath hitch and took it slow, giving her enough time to process where his hands were and what she was feeling at his touch before he inched them down along with her panties. Taking his time he was content to taste every inch of her skin giving her the time she needed. Her scent was driving him insane, the hot heady mix of lust and arousal making his cock throb. Kissing his way down further she flinched and stepped back as his tongue licked along her wet folds.

“You didn’t like that?” He asked gently, releasing her immediately. She stood for a moment trying to process what her body felt, that tell tale tremble stopping him cold. “Do you want me to stop?” He asked and she shook her head.

“No.” She breathed, her chest heaving a little with uncertainty.

“You liked it?” Her shy nod made him smile. “Makes you feel good?” He asked as he trailed his finger up her legs from ankle to ass, kissing her hips, tongue trailing over her, he couldn’t taste her enough.

Resting his chin on her belly he looked up at her as a thought occurred to him. “Have you had oral before? Received not give?” He asked quietly, the small shake of her head confirmed his suspicions. “An orgasm?” She bowed her head and shied away, the bright red flush to her face causing her to try and hide from him. “I’ll take that as a no.” He breathed and reached up to stroke his knuckles down her cheek.

She’d simply been something to fuck, no emotions, no foreplay, no enjoyment, just a thing that Allen Raven could fuck and abuse on his every whim.

He could see she was embarrassed and he had to take things carefully now. “Would you like to try?” He looked up into that beautiful face, her hair a curtain around her bowed head, her hands had clasped in front of her mound. Kissing her hands he gave her time to think. “Or we can stop? It’s up to you Ayla.”

Her fingers eventually unclasped and touched his face, they shook slightly. “You’re a little nervous?” She nodded. “We’ll take it slow. Oral for you is better laying down when you’re ready, if you want to try it.” He left it at that and continued to kiss her, the gentle strokes of his fingers easing her jitters. Every so often his tongue would swipe through her slick folds, the pleasurable jolt of something so new it had her breathing hitch, a frantic scramble to process what she was feeling. As she warmed up to the new sensations he was freely giving her she started to relax, her hands and fingers gripping at him urging him to take more, give more. “Sit on the edge of the bed sweet girl.” He said and only let her go long enough for her to sit.

She shivered as he kissed her knees the tender request to open them. As she did he kissed along her inner thighs until she relaxed further. “Lay back.” He said softly as he rose up on his knees and kissed her, tongue darting in to flick hers playfully. “Let me make you feel good.” Lowering herself back he followed, his eyes not leaving hers. “You can stop me at anytime ok? You’re in control. You tell me to stop, I’ll stop.” He kissed her until that soft moan filled the room, hoping there were more it in their future.

Traveling the length of her body he kissed and teased her until he was on his knees between her legs. One ankle at a time he sat them on his shoulders and ran his hands the length of her inner thighs to spread her wide open for him. “Relax your legs.” He purred and trailed a finger along her thighs until she did, they shook the entire way, nerves getting the better of her. Trailing his hands up her torso he cupped her breasts and gently pinched the nipples, rolling the buds between his fingers. God he wanted to taste her and then feast, her scent was hypnotic.

He sampled her, tongue softly grazing her entrance, building her arousal, her confidence. Her hips started to move with him, urging him to take more, to go faster. With one hand on her breast he skated the other down her body, finger gently teasing her entrance. As he circled a finger a soft whimper came from her, arousal not fear. “Let it come sweet girl.” He murmured as his finger slipped just inside her before stroking her clit. “This will feel so good, I promise.” It would also prime her body to take him fully without hurting her. As her whimpers grew stronger he added a second finger and teased her opening, not ready for him to plunge them in just yet. Fingers circled as his tongue stroked her clit, drawing out as much pleasure for her as possible, slow and gentle. He felt her peak, her body writhing against his mouth, her hands grasping at him desperately. As her body tensed for release he slipped his fingers into her, the long digits stroking her core as his lips suctioned around her clit, tongue flicking. She bucked against his fingers as they took her apart slowly, coaxing her orgasm out and letting it linger as it rolled through her. The soft cry of his name as she came hadn’t been what he’d expected.

He brought her back to reality with soothing strokes and tender kisses, letting her brain process what he’d just done to her, given her. Placing her legs back down he kissed his way up her torso to claim her mouth. “You liked that.” He grinned and her nod had him chuckling. “I hope to give you a few more of those tonight.” She trailed a finger along his scruff and kissed him, that sweet tenderness his undoing.

She kissed him until she was sitting and urged him to stand up, he stopped her as she went to kneel. “You don’t have to, Ayla.” He said knowing she would have been forced to suck cock regularly, and not very pleasantly. She kissed his chest and looked up at him before sinking to her knees, this was her choice. Raking his fingers through her hair she slipped his jeans off, taking his briefs with them and freeing his thick erection. Once he’d stepped free of the denim her fingers wandered, taking her time exploring his body, his reactions to her touch. He groaned as she stroked him, those slender fingers wrapped around his shaft, the feel of them igniting all his dark fantasies. He hissed as she took him into her mouth and he had to resist the urge to grab her hair and thrust deep. She felt glorious, that soft sweet mouth sucking him into oblivion. He pulled back as she went to take him deep, the hesitation stopping her.

“If you take me like that it’ll be all over, I won’t last.” He said huskily, chest heaving as he struggled for control. Holding out his hand for hers he helped her to stand. He kissed her, long and deep. “Another day maybe, but tonight I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you.” She went to bow her head, but he stopped her with a gentle finger under her chin. “I liked it Ayla, you did nothing wrong, I just want to last a little longer.” He sat on the bed and urged her to stand between his legs again, his erection spearing upward. His lips played with hers, the soft nibble relaxing her, showing her that this was how sex was supposed to be, fun, sensual. Hooking a hand behind her knee he guided her to straddle him, her petite figure pressing against him. He let the moment build taking the subtle hints when she gave them to move forward, that she was nearly ready to take him in.

She watched him as she sank down on her knees, her hand stroking him along her heat. His eyes never left hers as she lowered and took in his mushroom tip, the girth stretching her open. Her heat wrapping around him nearly sent him over the edge as she inched her way down, impaling herself on his cock. When he was fully seated he held her ass cheeks so she couldn’t move and groaned as she kissed him. So unbelievably tight and wet, he could feel her throbbing for him. “Fuck Ayla you’re so tight.” He mumbled into her shoulder as he nipped her neck. “Stay still a moment.” He urged as his hands held her on him as she tried to rock, he was teetering on the edge. Her kiss was tender as she sat, his cock buried deep, her arms wrapped around his neck. “Go slow sweet girl. I don’t want to hurt you.” He said softly and guided her hips as she started to rock. Enjoying the ride he watched her take her pleasure, the way he moved with her, the tiny gasps when he hit that one spot inside her she didn’t know existed. He felt her orgasm build, the tremble of her body as it started to spiral out of control, the soft whimpers that made his cock twitch. “Let me feel you come sweet girl.” He kissed her. “Just like before, let it take you.” Reaching between them he circled her clit with his thumb and watched her eyes widen at the sensation. “Relax and let it come.” Keeping the same rhythm she peaked, her body going taught before the euphoria swamped her. Writhing and bucking he guided her hips as she came, keeping the rhythm going to prolong her pleasure and build another.

“Can I lay you down?” He asked as she collapsed into him.

“Yes.” Her breath ragged. Flipping them he wrapped her legs around him and gently thrust in until he was buried to his hilt. With long slow strokes he took her, deeply and gently, he would pull this climax from deep within her. Busy fingers and the plunging strokes had them both on the edge. “Let me watch you come sweet girl.” He whispered as he slipped his hand between them, finger circling her clit, her cry one he hoped to hear again and again. As she threw her head back and came, his name on her lips, he dipped down to suck at her pulse, his hips pistoning a little faster before he groaned his pleasure and emptied himself inside her.

They lay there sated and pleasurably wrecked, and Karl had to admit he’d enjoyed the slow burn more than he’d anticipated. “I like it when you say my name.” He mumbled into her neck as he nibbled the tender flesh there. Lifting his head he looked down to see tears streaking her cheeks. “Ayla?” He couldn’t keep the panic from his voice. “Did I hurt you?” He asked gently, mind reeling, cursing himself for even entertaining the idea of sex with her. The vehement shake of her head was a strong indication she was ok. Pulling out of her he rolled and curled her into him, pulling the covers over them both. “A little overwhelming?” Her nod set him at ease. “Did you like it?” That nod made him smile. “Me too.” Shifting down a little he kissed her, long and tender, wrapping her up tightly in his arms. He’d never been one for post coital snuggling but this, with her, this he liked.

“Karl?” Came her soft voice, husky from disuse.

“Mmmm.” He couldn’t deny he loved how his name sounded on her lips.

“I love you.” It was simply said, her face buried in his chest as if she was expecting a blow, verbal or physical. He had no response other than to hold her tightly and kiss her head. For the first time in a long time, he was speechless. She had a right to voice her feelings, he just didn’t know how to voice his to her.

“Sleep now.” He murmured, reaching over to turn off the lamp. She snuggled in closer as if the darkness had pushed her against him. “You’re safe sweet girl. He can’t touch you ever again.” He dropped into sleep like a stone once Ayla was out cold, sex a sure fire way to give him the release he needed to clear his head.

******

They slept until six and he only woke because of Ayla’s pretty mouth around his cock. He had no chance of holding off as the cobwebs of deep sleep muddled his brain. Lightly fisting his hand into her hair he thrust up, fucking that beautiful mouth until he emptied himself, body still jerking as he released his grip on her. She kissed her way up his body and lay flat against him. “I’ve never had such a nice wake up call.” He growled softly, fingers trailing her skin. “Shall I return the favor?” He asked and kissed the top of her head. “Shall I give you an orgasm to start your day sweet girl?” She lifted her head and looked at him slightly unsure. Keeping his gaze on hers he rolled slowly so she was under him and felt her tense. Kissing her softly she relaxed, her hands flexing over his chest, he gave her a moment. “Just like last night.” He breathed, her face already flush with arousal, and traveled south, kissing every inch of her.

She was already wet for him and although he took a slow and steady approach like last night he added a third digit and filled her. The gentle come hither motion rubbing her g spot, his mouth on her clit, her hand gripped his forearm and the cry of his name from her lips as she came made him smile. That, he decided, was his new favorite sound.

They curled up, he the bigger spoon, and she plummeted into sleep again. Laying there he kissed her hair and breathed in the scent of her, fingers trailing bare skin. “I think I’m in love with you sweet girl.” He whispered. “And that should terrify you. It should make you want to run. I’m no good for you.” He raked his fingers through her hair and kissed her temple. “I’m no good for you but I’m willing to try to be the man you believe I am.” With her on his mind and in his arms, he drifted to sleep and dreamt of uncertainty.

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Trouble [Hector Doyle]

Warning: This has absolutely no real direction, other than being smut. It haunted me in my dreams until I wrote it.

With the inmate breathing down the back of her neck, Minatsuki knew in hindsight it had been a mistake to refuse the offer from Mr. Tokugawa to go home early. But she desperately needed the money.

She’d been working overtime at the underground arena for a week now, trying to collect enough money to pay her landlord back for extending her rent. It wasn’t the greatest occupation, but it was easy money; sweeping the stands and cleaning up whenever there was a fight.

Honestly, she was grateful for her new job, and the kindness Natsue Orochi showed her by convincing her husband to find one for her – Mr. Tokugawa and Doppo were close friends she was told. This is why Minatsuki was happy to swab the floor of the entrance ramp; she already finished two of the four before she noticed her boss center stage of the octagon.

He was standing with a tall man – unmistakably a foreigner – who she had never seen before. A logical guess was that he was the old friend Mr. Tokugawa said he was going to lunch with, but Minatsuki, being honest with herself, doubted the old man had many friends that she didn’t already know about. She mopped closer to the entrance of the ramp in hopes that she could satiate her curiosity by overhearing their conversation, which is why she didn’t hear the footfalls behind her until the person they belonged to leaned forward and tapped her on the shoulder.

“I believe you are in the wrong place at the wrong time,” a soft English voice stated.   

Minatsuki gasped in shock; her entire body shivered uncontrollably. Their breath – which smelled of sake – on her bare neck brought goosebumps to her skin. She didn’t understand exactly what she was feeling, just that whoever this person was brought her into a state of panic. The helpless, young woman couldn’t even compel herself to speak, not even when the stranger leaned into her and whispered into her ear.

Her eyes widened. Did she hear them right? He – she told herself – was asking her if she was the person who could give him what he wanted. This made her stomach churn with dread. Not only did she not know what he wanted, Minatsuki also didn’t know what he meant. Was he being a pervert, or was this some kind of western phrase she didn’t understand? Either way, she furiously shook her head no.

He blew into her ear, unintentionally causing her to stiffen. She was embarrassed to admit that the action felt almost pleasurable.

“No,” he restated softly. “Then you should leave before you get yourself into trouble.”

Again she shook her head. She couldn’t, not yet. Mr. Tokugawa might not like her leaving in the middle of a job, even if he offered her to leave in the first place. Opening her mouth to speak, she felt her throat constrict before she even got the first word out, taking a crack at the English she learned in middle school. “Not yet. I h-have to finish.”

Minatsuki took a wobbly step forward and spun around, clutching the mop handle against her chest. Her narrowed eyes met his with an irritated gleam. “Better yet … you leave. I just mopped this floor and your tracking I don’t know what all over it.”

The red headed foreigner widened his eyes and diverted them to his feet, lifting a boot. He was indeed tracking mud on her clean floor. “My apologizes. I didn’t see a sign.”

Because there isn’t one. She hadn’t put it up yet. Minatsuki, feeling embarrassed, averted her attention; the westerner made her feel like a trapped mouse waiting to be devoured. “I should finish up. If you’d be so kind as to move, I’d appreciate it.”

He thankfully did as told and moved around her. She didn’t have to look back to know where he was going – it was obvious. His business was none of hers, and so Minatsuki continued to mop, trying her best not to get involved with whatever was going on behind her.

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Stupid … this is the exact opposite of what I said I was going to do. Minatsuki cursed herself for her lack of restraint; she was merely curious.

Who was this foreigner that she had met? She searched the online news site from her phone while she waited for the metro. So far, nothing came up. This wasn’t much of a surprise; she honestly had no idea who she was looking for. He may not be someone of importance – she only assumed so because he knew of the arena. All she could remember about him was his bright red hair and matching eyes.

Such a pretty color for a man such as him. By this she was referring to his good manners. He certainly didn’t seem like the type to apologize for anything – it took her completely off guard. Minatsuki just couldn’t get his intense gaze out of her mind. She huffed in annoyance and took her failure to locate him as a sign to stop. Besides, the subway was pulling into the station.

Minatsuki waited patiently for her turn to board, then squeezed into a tight space at the rear of the last car. She was thankful to be given a hanging strap to hold on to and faced the end door, nose buried in her phone – the ride would be 20 minutes from this station to the next. While she waited, she sent a quick message to her friend in Shibuya asking to meet him at the store for a late lunch. He replied back quickly – what are you thinking? – but before Minatsuki could answer, a memorable voice interrupted her.

“Do you have the time?”

“It’s 9:20,” she answered while keeping her eyes glued to the screen. The hair on her arms stood up in fright. This was all too familiar to her. She willed herself to look into the reflection of the window and visibly shook. The same red haired man was standing directly behind her.

They stared ineptly at one another for a good minute or two until Minatsuki couldn’t much take the silence.

“Did you follow me?” She lowered her voice so that none of the other passengers could listen in, hoping that he’d get the message.

The westerner shook his head no. “It’s merely a coincidence that we’re on the same tube.” Leaning in he inhaled the scent of her dark hair. “However, I saw you on the ramp and followed you inside. Did you know you smell like the arena … of blood? It wouldn’t be hard for someone like me to stalk you, had I been.”

Minatsuki felt her face turn warm. “Stop that. It’s super creepy.” She shook again as he blew in her ear. Frankly, she was a little unnerved at what he said. Blood … I don’t smell it. Taking a deep breath through her nose, she curled it in disgust. Body odor from the man asleep to her right, and the faint scent of cigarettes from the foreigner were about the only things she could smell.

To her surprise, he grasped her by the hip and pulled her against his chest. She whined in protest, about ready to spin around and smack him upside the head, but his intense stare made her rethink this action. The same dread she felt earlier churned her stomach.

“What do you w-want?”

He reached up with his other hand and traced along her jaw. “I want to taste defeat; you can’t give me that.” The hand on her hip sank beneath the edge of her dress and between her legs. “But that doesn’t mean I don’t have a need for you.”

“The hell do yo–

Covering up her mouth, he shushed her before she could bring attention to them. She watched the stranger in shock through their reflection as he motioned with his head to the sleeping man across from them. Noticing him rousing, Minatsuki stiffened up. She didn’t want to be caught in such a lewd position with a stranger.

But I can’t just let him continue this. She didn’t know this man, or what he was capable of. On the off chance, he’d panic if she called for help. However, she knew this to be untrue, because she saw him with her boss earlier. Anyone with connections to Mr. Tokugawa were dangerous. This fact alone made her consider doing nothing at all; let him take advantage of her. Minatsuki was too afraid to admit that she might enjoy it.

Her decision was made for her the moment he slid his tongue over the length of her ear. She sighed through her nose and wobbled back into him. It felt delightful, almost enough to make her eyes roll up.

The stranger teased her as he pressed his fingers against the thin cloth of her cotton panties – Minatsuki was already a little wet from the attention he was giving to her – stroking over her clit with deep, tender movements. She made a panicked noise behind the palm of his hand and when he thankfully removed it, she gave him a stern glare.

“I can’t breathe.”

He released her ear and grinned. “Keep it between us and I won’t have to cover your mouth.”

Kind of hard when your practically fingering me. She rolled her eyes, but almost squeaked as the foreigner moved aside her panties and slipped a thick finger into her pussy.

“You’re a tight fit,” he stated with a chuckle. His finger hooked then flattened, rubbing against her inner walls. “Relax a little, or this is going to hurt.”

Minatsuki scowled at him again, but made an effort to do as he had requested. It thankfully didn’t bother her so much when he added a second finger, repeating the action. Her hips bucked forward in pleasure.

“Why are you doing this? H-have you no idea h-how disrespectful you are being? This is a metro; people don’t h-have sex on public metros.”

“Should I have followed you home? Would that have made it any easier for you?”

She couldn’t believe him. No, it wouldn’t have made this any easier. Not to complain, but he didn’t exactly answer her question either. Why was he doing this to her?

His fingers went idle as he stared at her. Minatsuki realized he was awaiting an answer, and shook her head. This was frustrating. She wanted to get off. Her hand slid down between her legs and began coxing his fingers into a steady pace.

He took the hint and pushed them knuckle deep inside of her, thrusting hard enough to bounce her small breasts. She panted and softly moaned as the coil in her stomach tightened. It felt so enjoyable; beyond anything she could grasp at the moment.

Minatsuki bent forward and utilized the hanging strap as she rocked her hips to excite her clit. Her muscles were beginning to tighten; she was close.

“Please … almost there. Don’t stop,” she begged. Warm tears gathered in the corner of her eyes.

A few seconds later, her orgasm came. Minatsuki nearly cried out as an intense, pleasurable feeling devoured her, compelling her eyes to roll up in bliss. Exhausted pants left her slightly parted mouth as she came down from her high. She thought her legs might buckle from the lack of sensation, but the stranger brought her against his chest and allowed her to rest for a moment – the absence of his fingers made her shiver in discomfort.

A lazy snort left her. “That was messed up. I don’t even know your name.” All she knew about him was that he was somehow affiliated with her boss.

“It’s Doyle,” he told her.

She glanced at him in the window. Doyle. She wasn’t sure if this was his last name, or his first. Either way, there was now a name to go with his face.

“I’m Minatsuki … in case you were wondering whose body you were knuckles deep in just a moment ago.”

Doyle laughed at this. “Minatsuki. Can’t say I am disappointed. Though, I never thought I’d spend my day knuckles deep in someone, as you put it.”

She too chuckled. In a way, she was a little flattered.

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A little story

My name is Maggie Culver, and I have an interesting story to tell. It began a few years ago after my husband David and I were divorced. We live in a small community, a bit upper class but not snobby. We have two boys, Brandon and Andy.

Brandon had gone to college and has since moved away and is quite successful with a marketing firm in Chicago. Andy has just turned eighteen and still lives at home, trying to save enough money by working with a local lawn service to get a nice apartment here in town and begin college.

David was a good husband, a very generous man but just couldn't keep his eyes and hands off of the women at work. But enough of that; let's just say that was one of the reasons for our divorce.

I have a purchasing position at a small business here in town, it pays quite well and I am able to make ends meet and a bit more. According to my friends at work, both male and female, I am an attractive woman for my fifty-one years. I am not a model by any stretch of the imagination. My body has endured the effects of time. I stand five foot four with a few extra pounds here and there but lucky for me, in the right places.

I have bluish eyes and medium-length sandy blond hair and wear glasses, I tried contacts but was unable to get used to them, so glasses have to do. I like to dress professionally for work, which means dresses, sometimes skirts and blouses with stockings and heels. My boss insists on professional-looking employees that in this day and age are rare.

One evening while doing some work at home on my computer I opened an internet browser to check on some current pricing and noticed a list of sites in the history. Some of the sites had interesting names such as "Party Wives" or "Sexy Wives for You".

I could only think that these were sites that David had been looking at since the computer was in what was once our bedroom and Andy has his own PC in his room down the hall.

I clicked on the "Sexy Wives" link and up popped a home page that advertised "Real sexy wives for your pleasure, the internet site where you can post your hot sexy wife".

Wow! I had to see what David had been looking at, so I clicked on the Enter button and it took me to a page that had a number of different categories; Ladies, Men, Couples, Movies, etc. Naturally I clicked on the Men link that took me to a list of entries, and I clicked on the entry named "Bored in Atlanta".

Whoa! It had a number of pictures of a man's penis that had a full erection with a caption underneath asking if any ladies out there would like to suck it. I had to look at another one of these! I clicked on another one entitled "Hard for mature ladies" posted by youngnhung18. It showed a younger mans entire body leaned back with his fingers wrapped around a hard penis that was at least nine or ten inches long and very thick, with a caption "Looking for mature ladies to share this with".

About this time I heard a soft knock on the door, it was Andy.

"Mom, I am going to bed, I will see you in the morning."

Startled, I answered, "Okay hon, sleep tight," while still looking at the huge penis on my computer screen as I spoke.

I was feeling guilty looking at this while my son was sleeping down the hall, but I simply couldn't resist. Well, I have to see what is in the Ladies section while I am here, so I clicked on "home" and clicked on the Ladies section and an entry called "Mrs. Naughty".

This one had a number of pictures of a woman, I am guessing to be in her mid-thirties in various stages of undress wearing stockings, with garters, heels, and a sheer bra and was showing off her large breasts. Now bear in mind that I have yet to see any of these people's faces, so far they have been either blurred out or the photo was cropped in such a way that their heads were cut off.

This one had a number of comments underneath each picture saying things like, "Mrs. Naughty you have me soooo hot", and, "I would love to fill that hot pussy of yours full of cock". Oh I see, I thought to myself, other people can make comments about the pictures that are posted, which to me was an interesting concept.

Feeling flushed from the pictures and comments, I parted my legs just a bit and slid my left hand up along the inside of my thigh and rubbed my moist slit through my pantyhose. Mmmmm, I shouldn't be doing this, I thought to myself, Andy is just down the hall!

I stood up, shut down the computer and went to the bathroom to get ready for bed. I couldn't get the image out of my mind of that young man's erect penis sticking out so hard and long as I unbuttoned my blouse and removed my bra. Not bad for an old lady, I thought as I looked in the mirror at my 36-C breasts with their dark brown nipples beginning to stiffen.

While sliding out of my skirt, pantyhose and panties, I noticed that I needed a shave down there. I don't know why I continued to shave myself completely, I haven't had a man in well over a year. With work and raising Andy there just hasn't been time I guessed.

Oh well, I may as well do it before bed as I probably won't have time in the morning. Turning on the shower, I stepped in and felt the warm water run down my body. Closing my eyes I leaned my head back and once again imagined a nine inch stiff penis as I reached between my legs and caressed the soft folds. Okay Maggie get with it girl, I thought as I began to lather myself up.

Taking the razor and beginning to shave, I began with the top first. Then I lifted a leg, cutting down between the folds before shaving the other side. Lifting the other leg and resting it on the edge of the tub the razor found the remaining stubble and completed its task efficiently.

Laying the razor down I run both my hands over my smoothly shaved skin and found not a hair has been missed. "Soft and smooth as a baby's bottom," I say to myself as I shut down the water and dry myself off.

The next day began as it usually does. Andy and I were up at the same time getting ready for work, ending up in the kitchen having breakfast before leaving.

"Morning Mom," Andy said as he sat down at the table. "Could you pop in a English muffin for me please?"

All of a sudden I notice that he has turned into a handsome young man, getting his good looks from his father. Standing about six foot two with blue eyes and a thin frame that I am sure got a lot of attention from all the girls.

"Sure hon, just butter or would you like jam on them?"

"Just butter is fine, thanks."

Andy ate his muffin and was out of the house in a flash. I on the other hand couldn't seem to get the images of that young man on the Post Your Wives site out of my mind.

Work was hectic and there were tons of meetings so my mind was occupied most of the day with the business at hand, but on the drive home my mind was once again wandering back to the young man on the Post Your Wives site, and I couldn't wait to see if he had put up another post today.

When I got home I noticed a note from Andy saying he would be home late, he was going to his friend's house to go swimming and have dinner with his family. Great, I thought, this will give me some time to look at the site without feeling guilty.

Quickly I slipped out of my work clothes and put on a pair of lightweight pajama bottoms and a close-fitting tank top, and without a bra, I could see that my hard nipples were clearly visible through the thin fabric and I could make out the dark areolas. Oh well, nobody is home so this will be just fine, I thought, as I sat down and proceeded to navigate my way to the site.

Once there I began to look through the men's area for any posts by youngnhung18. Bingo, there it was! I clicked on the link and once again to my delight, there were numerous pictures of a young man with his fingers wrapped around his erection, along with a few others of him just standing with his hard penis jutting out like a piece of steel pipe.

I also noticed that in these photos he was completely clean shaven, accentuating his length and girth even more. Strangely there were no comments on his post. Hmmmm, should I make a comment? How do I go about it? After looking around I saw that you have to register with a nickname and supply an email address.

Going to one of the Internets many e mail programs, I set up an e mail address as I didn't want to use my home e mail for privacy purposes. Using the name Hotmommy51, I then went back to the site and registered there with the same nickname. Now I was ready to make a post if I wanted!

Going back to youngnhung's post I made the comment, "Very nice," and posted it. I couldn't believe I was doing this, I told myself. What the hell was I doing, a fifty-one year old professional woman making comments about some stranger on the Internet? But somehow it was exhilarating and what the hell, you only live once. What happens now?

I looked at the post to see if anyone else posted anything, finding nothing I decided to get a bite to eat and check it later. After forty-five minutes or so I went back and checked again and lo and behold youngnhung posted a comment."Thanks Hotmommy51, you have mail".

Oh my goodness, I felt like a high school girl getting a note from a cute boy. I immediately went to my newly opened e mail account and there it was, an e mail from youngnhung18. Nervously I clicked on his e mail and opened it.

"Hi Hotmommy51, I am glad you liked my pictures, maybe we could chat sometime, Randy."

Chat? I never gave that a thought. Of course that's what kids did these days with all the instant messaging programs out there so I replied, "Hi Randy I am up for a chat if you would like, how should I go about that, I am not familiar with the programs," and I signed it, "Hotmommy51" and sent it back.

Within five minutes I had a reply explaining what program he used and how to go about downloading it and setting it up. I followed his instructions and downloaded the program, setting it up with Hotmommy51 as my nickname. Replying to his e mail I explained I was all set up and ready to go under the name Hotmommy51. Within a minute or so I received a message from youngnhung18

Youngnhung18: Hi

Hotmommy51: Hi there

Youngnhung18: How r u?

Hotmommy51: I am fine, how are you?

Youngnhung18: I m good I m glad you liked my pics

Hotmommy51: You are welcome

Youngnhung18: Would you mind asl?

Hotmommy51 asl?

Youngnhung18: Yes, age sex location

Hotmommy51: Oh OK female 51

Youngnhung18: O wow sounds sexy do u post any pics?

Hotmommy51: No I never have, I saw yours and made a comment and this is the first time I have ever done anything like it

Youngnhung18: did u like what u saw?

Hotmommy51: yes

Youngnhung18: u married?

Hotmommy51: not any more are you?

Youngnhung18: no still live at home? lol

Hotmommy51: OK asl?

Youngnhung18: male 20

Hotmommy51: OK

Youngnhung18: do u hav any pics?

Hotmommy51: No I don't

Youngnhung18: could u take some and send to me?

Hotmommy51: Wow, not sure about that at all

Youngnhung18: it would be sexy if u did tho

Hotmommy51: You want to see a 51 year old lady?

Youngnhung18: sure I luv older women think they r sexy

Hotmommy51: Well, maybe, I have to go now my son is coming home soon

Youngnhung18: OK hope to c u later?

Hotmommy51: OK maybe

Hotmommy51: bye bye

Youngnhung18: k bye

Wow! I couldn't believe I was chatting to some strange guy on the Internet. I have to say though that it was exciting and I noticed that my pussy was warm and moist from our little chat. Did I tell him that I may send a picture of myself? I don't even own a camera!

Wait a minute, Andy has a camera David bought for him as a Christmas gift last year along with a tripod. What am I thinking, take some pictures and send to a stranger? Just the thought of doing it was exciting me and making me wet. Maybe I would even post one of myself on the site just to see the reaction I may get.

Okay, my mind was made up. I would take the day off tomorrow, shoot a few pictures of myself and post them! I was barely able to sleep with all the thoughts of how I should pose and what I should wear going through my mind, but finally sleep came and after a quick breakfast with Andy in the morning I was ready to put the plan into action.

After a quick shower I went to my closet and picked out a black-and-white patterned wrap-around dress with a sash belt, along with a pair of stockings, a garter belt, a sexy black lacy low-cut bra and a pair of black pumps with three inch heels. Then I went to Andy's room and found the camera and tripod in his closet along with the software required to edit photos on the computer, took it all back to my bedroom and placed it on the bed.

After curling my hair and putting on some light makeup I closed the door to the bedroom and while looking into the full-length mirror on the back of the door began to get dressed. First came the black lace garter belt; stepping into it I pulled it up into place. Next came the stockings. Sitting on the bed I pulled each one on starting at my toes and slowly pulling it up my calf and, after standing up, pulling it up my thigh and attaching the snaps from the garter.

If anyone would be watching this they would see my pendulous breasts swinging and swaying as I pulled each stocking up each thigh. Deciding to go without panties for added effect, next came the black lacy low-cut bra. Hooking it in front I watched in the mirror as I slid it around and set each one of my 36-C breasts into the cups, finally putting each thin strap over a shoulder, allowing for deep cleavage and the look I was after.

Next was the dress. I slipped it on and tied the sash belt in front allowing for a very low-cut look showing a lot of the black bra. Slipping on my heels I then sat down and installed the camera software onto the PC.

Picking up the camera and tripod I took it to the front room and decided to take a few pictures of myself sitting on the couch. I pulled up the dress to show my legs and the tops of my stockings, along with some of the front with the black bra peeking out of the dress showing a lot of cleavage. Amazingly enough, the pictures came out fine with just a small amount of fussing with the timer and tripod height.

Seeing that it was working fairly well I decided to take a few more daring photos with my dress pulled up showing all of my legs and stockings with just a hint of my clean shaven pussy. Hmmmm, I made for quite a tease, didn't I?

And now it was time for the editing and posting. First I used the editing software and blurred out my face, but leaving most of my hair intact along with a hint of my glasses in the photos. Next I opened the website and posted one of the tamer pictures in the ladies section with the caption "Hotmommy51 for you", and waited for comments.

It didn't take long and guys were commenting how sexy I was and all the various things they would like to do to me, making me very moist as I sat at my computer. After spreading my legs ever so slightly I was able to run my fingers between them to lightly stroke my pussy as I read the comments. I knew I didn't wear panties for a reason!

Next thing I knew here was a comment by my friend youngnhung18. "Wow baby you are soooo hot, check your mail."

As I opened my e mail account there were a few e mails from some of the guys that commented but I checked youngnhung18's mail first and to my delight there was a picture attached of him with a massive erection telling me my picture is making him hard. After posting a few more of the tamer pictures and getting more comments I decided to close up shop and put all of the camera equipment back. Andy would be home soon and I didn't want him asking any questions.

I just couldn't believe how hot I was getting looking at my e mails from these strange men telling me all of the sexual things they wanted to do to me and for them. Some of the guys included pictures of themselves with erections, some small, some very large. Mmmmm, all these men...

After dinner Andy said he was going to go to his room and surf the net and go to bed early because he had to be up at five a.m. to drive to a remote location for some landscape work. I kissed him on the cheek and told him to get to bed early so he would be rested for his long day.

After cleaning up the kitchen I went to my bedroom to check my e mails from this morning's little escapade. Only a few more had come in since this morning, mostly with the same theme so I opened up my IM to see if my new friend was online. Just then an e mail came through from Mowerman264.

"Hello there sexy lady, just saw your posts and think you are a fine looking woman." It was signed, "Mowerman264."

Hmmmm who is this guy? I replied with, "Thanks Mowerman264 glad you liked my pictures. Hotmommy51."

Not long after I sent it I got another e mail from him asking if I would care to chat. I replied, "Sure, same name on IM."

Suddenly an IM window popped up from Mowerman264

Mowerman264: hi there

Hotmommy51: Hi to you

Mowerman264: very sexy pics

Hotmommy51: Thank you, glad you liked them

Mowerman264: oh yes i loved them, do you have any more?

Hotmommy51: Maybe....?

Mowerman264: would u like to see one of me?

Hotmommy51: sure

Mowerman264: i will e mail u one OK?

Hotmommy51: OK that's fine

One minute later I see I have a new e mail from Mowerman264 with an attachment. I open it and see a cropped photo of a thin young man with his jeans unzipped and he has an obvious large erection bulging through his briefs.

Hotmommy51: Oh my

Mowerman264: hope u aren't offended

Hotmommy51: Oh no, not at all you have a fantastic body

Mowerman264: try, u do to

Hotmommy51: Do you like older ladies?

Mowerman264: h yes, there are sooo sexy! i really love ur look!

Hotmommy51: Thank you, how old are you if I may ask

Mowerman264: 18, i hope that isn't too young for u

Hotmommy51: No, I find it strange that you are attracted to an older woman when you are clearly attractive enough for girls your own age.

Mowerman264: i think older ladies have more class and know how to please a man, if u know what I mean how old are you btw if i could ask?

Hotmommy51: Lets say I am in my 50s

Mowerman264: mmmmmm hot?

Hotmommy51: You like that eh?

Mowerman264: Mmmm yes, i am looking at ur pictures now and they are making me hot

Hotmommy51: What are you thinking about?

Mowerman264: unsnapping ur bra and sucking ur big tits

Oh my God, where was this conversation going with this guy? I was wondering if I shouldn't just say goodbye and end it now, but I was getting excited and wanted to continue.

Hotmommy51: You are naughty

Mowerman264: yeah, but i bet u would like it wouldn't u

Hotmommy51: yes, I would

Mowerman264: would u like an 18 year old guy to unsnap that bra and let those big tits loose so he could suck on ur stiff nipples

I have to say that this, coming from an 18 year old, was making me very wet.

Hotmommy51: Mmmmm yes I would

Mowerman264: would u let me untie ur belt

Hotmommy51: yes

Mowerman264: lay u back on that couch and open up that dress

Hotmommy51: yes

Mowerman264: get on my knees in front of u and spread those gorgeous legs of yours

Hotmommy51: Oh god yes

Mowerman264: Are you shaved or hairy

Hotmommy51: Completely shaved

Mowerman264: OMG baby OMG

I couldn't believe how hot I was and how much I wanted for this to be done to me! But I just couldn't do this anymore tonight, I decided to say goodbye until another time.

Hotmommy51: I have to go now, sorry

Mowerman264: im sorry did i make u mad I didn't mean it really

Hotmommy51: No you didn't do anything wrong, maybe I will see you tomorrow night at about the same time?

Mowerman264: oh OK no prob see u later then

Shall I continue?

[krreader]

BTS scenario → rejecting you when you ask them out.

pairing: bts x reader fandom: bts warnings: no happy ending (unless you squint at jimin’s part) ; language genre: angst

a/n: istg, you really want your hearts broken, like fine, I’m on board, I’m always here for angst. (masterlist is in my description box)

kim seokjin

You had become a regular in the restaurant that Jin owned, frequently visiting with your co-workers.

And even though Jin didn't show up a lot, he was always friendly to you when he did.

And you had developed a major crush on the guy. Everything about him was just so attractive to you, that you couldn't help yourself but to go up to him one day and just.. ask.

“So.. my co-workers and I wanted to grab drinks after this. Do you want to come with us?”

“Are you asking me out?” he laughed, thinking you weren't, but then quickly stopping, when you nodded, “Oh. I.. I thought this was a joke.”

“Is it.. that unbelievable that I'm asking?”

“No, no, it's just.. you know, I'm not really in a good place to date at the moment. So as much as I would like to come with you and say yes, I just can't. But trust me when I say that I would really like to.”

Sure. That's what all men said when they weren’t interested.

Only difference is that Jin actually meant it.

He would love to go out with you, but it wasn't as easy as that. And it hurt him a lot when you left with slumped shoulders and a sad smile. Because he really liked you too.

min yoongi

He had come into your coffee shop for months and you had really thought he might be feeling the same things you were feeling for him.

So when you one day decided to write not just his name on the coffee cup, but your number as well and a small written: 'Date?', you thought he would at least text you and say that he wasn't interested.

But he didn't.

No, in fact, Yoongi never came back after that day.

You probably made him uncomfortable and he thought you would turn into some crazy stalker eventually.

But the truth was that he just couldn't do it. He couldn't date you. You weren't an idol, you weren't in this business and no matter what he was feeling, he didn't want to put you in that position.

And so while you were cleaning up one night, completely alone, he stood in front of the door, his hand already on the handle, but then pulling it back and sighing deeply.

“Goodbye, (Y/N)..”

He promised himself not to come back again. As much as he had wanted to go in there and just.. kiss you.

jung hoseok

Hoseok was a regular customer in the clothing store you were working in, to the point that he knew your first name.

And even though you knew your boss would hate it, you had decided to just be brave for once and ask him what you had wanted to ask him for the longest of times.

“Hey Hoseok? Do you.. have anything planned in like an hour?”

“If I've decided what to buy by then? Nothing,” he chuckled and looked up from the watches in front of him, “Why?”

“Well, I was just wondering if you wanted to have dinner with me tonight,” you smiled, a small blush on your cheeks, “If you wanted to go out with me.”

“Oh,” he blinked a couple of times, then he licked his lips, as nervously as you felt, “I.. appreciate the offer, but.. no.”

He didn't give you a reason, but he didn't have to. The small glance to your name tag on your uniform was enough to know that the reason was the differences between you. He was an idol, you were a normal girl.

You just let it get to your head that he was always nice to you and thought he might like you more than the employee that helped him shop.

“Okay,” you said in a small voice, but faked a smile anyways, “I'll just.. pack these up for you.”

Hoseok wanted to say something else as he watched you go, but you were upset enough as it was.

“In another life,” he whispered, more to himself than you, “Then I would have asked you, not the other way around.”

kim namjoon

It's always been like this, ever since you two started being fuck buddies. You had sex, he got up, got dressed, smiled at you and then left.

At first, it was fine. That's all you had wanted as well.. but you've been doing this for almost six months now and because you were the cliché, you had fallen in love with the guy.

You had decided to push your feelings down, too afraid that he might end the relationship if you told him about them, but there came a point when you just.. couldn't do it anymore.

And so when he wanted to get up again, covered in sweat, you grabbed his wrist and smiled at him, a little hopeful.

“Stay.. just.. a bit longer.”

“Why? Want to go for a round two?” Namjoon chuckled, leaning down to kiss you again, but you gently pushed him back, only so much that you could look at him.

“No.. I would just like you to stay for a while longer.”

He wasn't stupid. He could tell what you were trying to say and immediately sat up straight, “Oh..”

“Namjoon.. we're good with each other. I feel like we could take this to another level and not just sleep with each other. I feel like.. we could really work out,” you sat up as well, your fingertips running over his naked back, “How about we try it? Go on a date or something?”

“I'm sorry, (Y/N), but I told you I don't want to date someone. I'm too busy for that right now,” he got up and started putting his clothes back on, more hastily than usual.

“I'll wait..”

“No. No, I think we should end this. If you have feelings for me, then I don't want to continue sleeping with you. That wouldn't be fair on either of us.”

“Wait.. no, wait, Namjoon, I didn't mean it like that. I don't want to end this..”

“Don't.. call me again, okay? Please..”

And with that, he was out as quickly as he had entered your bedroom.

And you had completely fucked up by having told him that you had feelings for him. Now you would never feel him close again. 

Now he was gone..

park jimin

You were one of the back-up dancers for one of the performances BTS would soon have. There were a shit ton of other girls around that BTS talked more to than you, so if anything, they should have asked a member out. Not you.

Yet here you were, nervously fidgeting with your fingers as you stuttered, trying to get the words you wanted to say to Jimin out.

“You okay?” he asked, his hand on your shoulder and a worried look on his face.

“Yeah, yeah, I'm just..-” you took a deep breath, then you raised your head and looked into his eyes, “Do you want to have lunch with me?”

“Sure!” he grinned from ear to ear, but then his smile faltered a bit, “As.. colleagues, right?”

“I.. was... well.. I thought we could go on a date. I'd.. pay.”

This was so hard for him. Because he was sure that you were a great girl, it's just that he couldn't. Not with you, not when you were working with him.

“I'm so sorry. Really, I am, but..- you're dancing with us and if the company finds out, we're both going to be in big trouble.”

He felt even worse when he saw the hurt in your face.

Rejection was never easy, no matter in what form.

“Right,” you nodded, “Sorry for asking.”

“No, don't be sorry!” he quickly shook his head, “Come on.. let's just go and have lunch as friends, okay? I'll pay!”

Well.. friends sounded better than no him at all..

kim taehyung

“You should just ask him out, you know?” your friend said over her drink, “You're an actress and he's really into acting, isn't he? So he's probably going to be all over you anyways..”

“Pretty sure he's only interested in actors that work in Korea. I don't,” you stared into your drink.

“Oh, come on. Don't be a pussy now. What's the worst that can happen? He says no. So what? You'll never have to see him again if he does.”

Point taken. This was one award show and if he really didn't say yes, you'd never see him again.

And so after you had chugged down your drink, you confidently walked over to him and his band members and tapped on his shoulder.

“Sorry.. you're Taehyung, right? From BTS?”

“Yeah,” he smiled, clearly recognizing you, “I love your work.”

“Oh, do you?”

“Yeah! Your uh.. last movie was,” he gave you two big thumbs up, “Great!”

“Aw, that's so nice of you to say. Do you.. want to have drink with me, maybe? We could talk more? Privately?” without his six members staring at you?

“Oh!” Taehyung clearly started to panic, it was obvious that he was going to say no, but running away now would look even worse, “I would.. love to, but.. uh.. work tomorrow morning and uh..-”

Was he stuttering because he was having a hard time saying no, or because his English wasn't good enough?

Whatever it was, you just pretended to laugh it off and told him it was fine, but when you sat back down in front of your friend, she noticed that you were disappointed.

“He clearly doesn't see what a great person you are,” she said, reaching over the table, “Chin up, hun. There’s a lot more fish out there.”

Maybe. But you kind of wanted that fish.

jeon jeongguk

“You can do this,” your band members cheered you on, “You're just as great as he is, you're doing great in this industry and you're beautiful. He has to say yes!”

You've had a crush on Jeongguk for so long, that you couldn't remember when it had started. But he had never seemed to notice you, so now your band members figured that if you were interested, you could just ask him out yourself since you had finally debuted.

And well, here you were, on your way over to the boy scrolling on his phone as he was waiting backstage, probably for another one of his members.

“Uhm.. Jungkook? Hi! I'm (Y/N),” you smiled, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

“Oh, hey,” he smiled, but was clearly confused as to why you were talking to him. You and him had never met before and haven't been associated with each other, even if he knew who you were.

“So, I know this is going to sound really weird, but uh..I was wondering if you wanted to.. grab coffee with me sometime?”

Oh. Well.. he hadn't expected that.

His lips parted, but not even because of you, but because IU was suddenly walking past you, a small smile on her face as she was chatting with her manager. And you saw Jeongguk stare after her, your shoulders already slumping.

“Listen, (Y/N), I..-”

“No, it's okay. It was a stupid idea anyways,” you laughed nervously, “Forget I said anything, okay?”

And with that, you walked back towards your members, all of them immediately hugging you at how disappointed you were.

[ringobean]

Hambourg 1960

A week later, Hannah and her band settled the last details of the trip, loaded their belongings into a large van that they had equipped to store their instruments and mattresses to rest, and then set out for Hamburg, heading for the Kaiserkeller. After 8h drive they arrived at the club where Koschmider was waiting for them, the club was in the St. Pauli quarter, and was dangerous for anyone that looked different than the usual clientele.

"What a crappy rat hole, this neighborhood," Ben says.

"Damn, Hannah, what shit did you get us into, I knew we couldn't trust that fucking Nazi," Says Simon.

"you become weak or what guys, it's ok, we've seen worse" says David

they came out of the van.

Koschmider came to greet them, showed them the club, and told them how it worked.

"You will be 3 bands to play every night one after the other, for the moment one of the groups who'll be the headliner of the festival, isn't available, they'll be there in 2 weeks, so you and the another band'll play a little longer, 3 hours each, until the 3rd band come, as these two bands plays only covers, you will pass last, because I don't know how'll react the public, with songs that they don't know,but the majority of our audience are men, and your singer is charming, I think it shouldn't be a problem, you have questions?"

"It looks good," says Hannah.

"Well now follow me, I'll show you where you'll sleep and I'll introduce you to the other band."

They walked a hundred meters, then arrived in front of a porn cinema, "The Bambi Kino".

"Uh, but it's not a hotel" says Ben.

"I said that I host you for free, I didn't talk about hotel, I already pay you enough, to make additional fees"

They entered the cinema by the back door, there was a strong rancid smell, everything was dirty, they entered a small room, just as dirty as the rest of the cinema, with cots on the floor, and shabby blankets.

"you have the toilet right here where you can wash"

There were already 5 boys sitting on the ground playing cards.

"I introduce you to the Beatles, they come from Liverpool, you will play after them every night, I let you meet them. Hannah darling, I can't let such a charming young lady sleep surrounded by so many young men, it wouldn't be suitable, I can make you a small place at home, you will be more comfortable."

He said with a perverse smile while watching her butt.

"No thank you, I'm staying with my boys, I think I'll be fine, and they don't look very dangerous ..." she said with an air of disgust at the proposal of the old pervert.

"As you want, take care Mademoiselle, I leave you, see you at the club tonight at 18:30"

The 5 boys looked really young, especially 2 of them, who didn't seem to be of age.

"Hannah, I want to smash your skull, look at that damn fucking dorm, welcome back to misery, such a fucking Nazi," Simon said.

"don't bother me Simon, we've lived worse, you're not going to do your princess, let's stop talking French and we'll introduce ourselves. Hi, I'm Hannah, we're "The Frenchies" and here's Simon, Ben and David"

"Hi I'm John, and here's Paul, George, Pete and Stuart, nice to meet you, you're french then?"

"Yes, only Ben and I speak English, the other 2 don't understand a lot, they can be real assholes, with their looks of killers, but they're cool, when you know them," she said to the worried look of boys.

"Oh ok, I like France, I'd like to visit Paris one day"

"oh well, come and see us when you come. How long have you been there?"

"we arrived in Hamburg in May, before we played in another club that closed, and we play since early September at the Kaiserkeller."

"Oh so it's been a long time"

The young boys found Hannah super attractive, but with the 3 mastiffs who framed her, nobody dared to flirt with her. They get to know each other, and keep chatting all afternoon, even David and Simon got into the conversations, with their lack of English. 

"So you're the singer, Hannah?" Says John.

"Yes, and im playing bass too"

"Women, shouldn't play guitar"

"Why John, do you play guitar with your cock?"

"Whaaat, uh no!"

"Well, i can't play bass with my pussy either, so i use my hands just like you, then woman can also play what they want..."

"ok ok, well done, you win"

"ahahah, she put you in your place in one sentence " says George.

"and I also write our own songs, Ben composes the music..."

""compose" a big word ... we try to find sounds that sound good with our instruments and David and Simon follow." Says Ben.

"With John we compose a lot of stuff too, but for the moment in public, we only do covers." says Paul.

"Why? You should play your own music, it'll be great!"

"we don't know, people mostly want to hear songs they know, maybe when we'll be enough famous, we can play our songs. Besides, it's surprising that the boss lets you play your own music."

"We also have to do covers, but I guess he let us play our songs, more because of my physical, than for our music, fucking pervert, he thinks I'll attract male customers to his club."

"without offending you guys and you of course, it's true that you're pretty hot, love."Says Pete with a charming gaze.

"Why do you call me love?"

"Chill out, it's just a British expression!"

"Oh, ok!"

They were cute, but none interested Hannah, she found them too childish, too kind.

it was almost time to go to the club, they tried to get ready and wash as they could, in the middle of the grime and stench of the place.

"3 months without a real shower, it will be long, fortunately this bastard pays us well"

"Simon you act like a cunt, even me who's a girl, I don't complain as much, you will be happy when you pay your bike!"

They were finally ready and went to the Kaiserkeller with the Beatles.