#which sucks because i cant sit with folded legs all day either that starts to fuck with my knes

[hobisstar]

𝙏𝙞𝙜𝙚𝙧 𝙄𝙣𝙨𝙞𝙙𝙚

SMUT SMUT SMUT

Group: WAYV/NCT/SUPERM

Member: Ten

𝘈𝘔𝘉𝘞

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𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘦 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘨𝘶𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴...

𝘛𝘦𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘣out to back down from this dumb shit HE STARTED the fuck i look like?

He came hone LATE as shit from being out with Taeyong last night and i pushed it off because he was filming the whole week and he even told me he would be late home which i was fine with. What started the argument was him saying oh you didnt watched the video when it came out? Oh why not I thought at least my girlfriend would watch it as soon as it came out.

Ten really think my ass is fast as fuck im not finna rush to watch a mv on time each time.

“ Do you even take care of Louis and Leon?” He asked raising their food bowls. “Ten you know damn well i take care my KIDS more than yo ass is ever home! I told you before when i come home im taking care of them while your either out drinking or probably getting pussy from some other bitch Lucas set you up with.” I said getting angry.

“So know when im not home im cheating?” Ten said raising an eyebrow. “ The fuck is your problem? I dont complain when you go take Sungchan places” “ dont add sungchan in this he asked me once because i was in the area and he wanted to go get a pair of shoes fixed the fuck”

“Yeah ‘shoes’. He told me you looked great in a tub top. He didn’t even know we were dating eachother.” He said looking at me. I can tell i was pushing his buttons but I couldn’t care less! He pissed me way the fuck off. “OH?! So its my fault? Alright ten Fuck you like no for real piss off. You dead ass finna make me punch the shit out of you. I try to put up with yo shit so much but the first thing you want to do when you come home is pick at the smallest fucking thing. Go fuck some bitch damn” I said walking past him going to our- fuck no MY BEDROOM. His ass finna go somewhere else.

𝘍𝘦𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴 𝘭𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘳....

I was sitting on the bed texting my best friend just really wondering if i could shit go spend a day with her. I cant do his shit today. I heard a knock and ignored it. “Mamas im coming in...” i heard ten say at the door. He walked in and closed the door locking it. “ Im sorry about the argument but I didn’t like how you talked to me..” he walked to the bed and went to my side grabbing my phone and put it in his back pocket. “ Ten its not fair that you think you can go out and come late and blame it on your schedule all the time. While i come home and become a cat lady because you simply cant bring your pissy sweaty ass home to take care of them”

“Okay im sorry that i blame coming home late to my schedule. You know i could never cheat on you baby” he said biting his lip rubbing my thighs. “ and since you talked back to daddy ill need you to get naked grab the oil and sit on the desk legs wide” I blushed WHY WHY does he always turn me on when im supposed to be punching this mfer. “ Come on now get your sexy ass up and get to it.” He said yanking me up and slapping my ass and walked to the bathroom.

⚠️Warning SMUT BITCH SMUT⚠️

As i got naked I slowly started to walk to the table hearing Ten wash his face and turn off the bathroom light walking to me in only his boxers.

(Imma switch to authors point of view incase yall uncomfy)

Y/N sat against his computer oiling herself up to tens liking. This was a everyday thing. Of course she knows Ten WOULD never cheat and if they ever broke up it would be of natural causes.

Ten sat in his computer chair admiring the view. “ Mmm my favorite woman is butt ass naked on my computer desk once again from talking back to me... i really just want to eat you out my cock doesn’t need to get wet right now...” he said pulling her thighs closer spreading them open. He slowly kissed down her thighs, kissing every beautiful stretch mark that could exist. He reached her clothed area and ripped her underwear open, impatient waiting for the waterfall that was being held hostage from him. “ fuck, your always so wet for me mamas” he said rubbing between her folds playing with her sweet honey like mess. He slowly moved his mouth towards her sex and gave her no time to adjust.

He licked, sucked, and also entered fingers in her core here and there. He moaned from her loud ness and her honey taste and texture. He edged her on more and more loving the way she moaned for him. “ MMM mamas are you gonna exploded for me?” “Mmmh, please let me cum Ten please?” She moaned louder gripping the desk tightly.

“ do you deserve to cum? After you talked back i want to edge you on more and more~” he chuckled moving his fingers in her faster than slower feeling her getting wetter by the minute.

“Please Daddy- I- cant hold it any longer” she screamed felling her tears go down her cheeks. “Damn i love it when you beg love cum for me” Ten moaned going faster moving his mouth back to her sex looking up at her while doing so watching her beautiful facial expressions.

Soon he felt her legs start the shake and felt her juices come out in a waterfall and her screams of joy and finally releasing feeling his ears up.

“ You made such a mess on me mamas” he said chuckling and rubbed her slowly “Good girl”

“Shut up” she said trying to catch her breath. “ you do this each time- OUCH!” She said after feeling Ten pinch her thigh. “ no back talk especially after i made your waterfall turn on..” he stood up and kissed her slowly. “ your special to me mamas. I love you dearly and i will start coming home on time I promise” he said against her lips. “ Fine I believe you. I love you more always.” She said wrapping her arms around his neck.

“Seconds in the shower finna make that ass clap” he said in a singing tone taking her off the table. “ Horny ass” she said and walked to the bathroom. OF COURSE FOR SECONDS DUHHH

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙀𝙣𝙙

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Hello there! I hope you’re having a lovely day. Any chance you’d write a fake dating story with Tom?

That Day in the Rain

Synopsis: Tom lies and tells Haz you’re his girlfriend, who tells the world

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I have added the “keep reading” tab a thousand times and it won’t stay I am so sorry

“Before I say anything, I’d like you to think about how much you love me.” Tom said once you opened your door to him.

“God, what the hell did you do?” You asked him with wide eyes.

“And how much I love you.” Tom continued as if you never interrupted.

“Is there a body?” You whispered harshly. “Are you making me an accessory?”

“And most importantly”, Tom went on with a boop on your nose, “think about all the times you told me you’d do anything for me.”

“Oh my God, he’s killed someone.” You groaned and gave your hair a stressful tug.

“This is one of those times.” Tom went on as if you weren’t talking. 

“Who was it? A stranger? Harry? Jake?” You badgered. “Tom, please tell me you did not kill Jake Gyllenhaal.”

“I didn’t kill anyone! Why is that your first guess anyway?” Tom sounded almost insulted. “I just need a small, teeny tiny favor.” He said as he pinched his fingers together.

“What might that be?” You folded your arms.

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom said in a rushed voice. 

“You need me to what?” Your voice dropped. 

“I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom repeated, whining a little in the adorable way that he did. “Just for a little while.”

“Have you been staying up on tumblr again?” You raised an eyebrow. “You want to have a fake relationship? That is so Harry Styles x yourname, it’s unbelievable.”

“I haven’t.” Tom promised. “It’s just, the paparazzi took a picture of us Lady and the Tramp-ing that Kit Kat last week, so rumors have been off the charts. And then today, Haz and I were having you know a discussion over who’s braver and what not. He said he was because I couldn’t even ask a girl out, to which I replied, “I damn well could”, which we both know-“

“-you cant.” You cut in.

“I can’t. Exactly!” Tom excitedly agreed. “But I wasn’t about to let him win and he just kept teasing me over it so I snapped and “you know why I can’t ask girls out? I have a girlfriend.”, which we both know-“

“-you don’t.” You finished his thought.

“I know!” Tom exclaimed. “But he was really getting to me and I panicked. So he went, “oh yeah? Who?” all macho,” Tom imitated Haz’s voice in a buff manner, “and I started to panic right because I don’t actually have a girlfriend so I was just gonna say a random name but yours was the first that came to my head and I said it.”

“If it’s just Haz, why can’t you tell him you were kidding?” You asked.

“Because he started saying how he knew it all along and I was an idiot to think people didn’t know we were together.” Tom said sheepishly, taking sudden interest in the floor.

“But we’re not.” You stated.

“Apparently everyone thinks we are.” Tom scratched the back of his neck. “So of course, he told Harry who told Sam who told my entire extended family and now my mom is asking me about grandkids and I don’t know what to do!” Tom said in one breath. His eyes were full of panic and you knew he was beginning to spiral.

“Okay, okay.” You said soothingly and put your hands on his cheeks. He immediately stopped panicking and softened his eyes. “Don’t panic. Your family thinks we’re together, so what? We can pretend we’re dating for a little bit and then have a fake mutual break up. No big deal.”

“My mom wants you and your parents to come over for a family dinner tomorrow. Is that too much too soon?” Tom asked, bringing his hands up to your wrists and rubbing soft circles into them.

“Well, we have only been dating for about three minutes.” You joked.

“If you’re uncomfortable, we won’t do it. I’m okay with the years of embarrassment and ridicule I’ll have to deal with if you won’t pretend to be my girlfriend.” Tom sighed dramatically and drummed his fingers on your wrist. You rolled your eyes and pursed your lips.

“Just one dinner?” You held up on finger.

“Just one dinner.” Tom held up a finger and touched it to yours. You couldn’t help but smile.

“Alright, boyfriend.” You emphasized the last word, much to his amusement.

Tom picked you up, spinning you around and kissing your cheeks.

“Thank you, thank you, thank you.” Tom squealed and set you down.

You prepared for the dinner like it was a final at school. You and Tom rehearsed the facts, well, fiction.

“We could say I first kissed you that one time my car broke down in the rain and we had to wait for the mechanic. Remember that?” Tom suggested with a shy smile as you drove to his parents house.

“I remember. We stood in that rain for hours because someone locked their keys in the car.” You laughed at the memory from the passenger seat.

“Well someone was distracted because someone else looked really pretty with raindrops in their hair.” Tom defended. You gave him a bright smile before leaning over and kissing his cheek.

“What was that for?” Tom chuckled.

“Just practicing. We have to be convincing, don’t we?” You shrugged as Tom pulled into the driveway. He kept his hand on your back as you walked up the walkway.

“We should probably hold hands. You know, for effect.” Tom suggested with pink cheeks.

You shyly slipped your hand into his as he rang the bell. Tom gave you an assuring squeeze.

“Tom! Y/n! Come in! Everyone’s here!” Nikki smiled as she opened the door. You walked inside, hand in hand and made your way to the table. Tom pulled your seat out for you and let you sit. You gave him a ridiculous smile as you sat down, finding it hilarious that your awkward-around-girls best friend was now pulling your seat out for you like a proper gentlemen. Everyone sat around the table, and the games began.

“So, Y/n, how long have you and Tom been together?” Dom asked, making polite conversation right away.

“A year.” You answered.

“Four months.” Tom said at the same time. You and him exchanged a look of panic before plastering on fake smiles.

“A year and four months.” You nodded, and everyone excepted it.

“You’ve been together for over a year and you never told us?” Your mom cut in.

“They didn’t have to. It’s not like everyone didn’t already know.” Dom laughed, and you and Tom let out fake laughs as a response.

“What do you mean?” You said through your fake laughter. You squeezed Toms leg under the table and gave him a scared look.

“Well, Tom talks about you all the time. I feel like I know everything about you, just from what he’s said. It’s funny, almost. He was never good in school because he couldn’t memorize facts, and yet he knows every detail about you like the back of his hand. I’ve never seen my son so enthralled as he is by you. He’d give you the damn world if you asked for it.” Dom quipped before taking a sip of his wine.

“Haha, very funny dad.” Tom said through a clenched smile. You furrowed your brows at the news.

“I’m not being funny. I was so happy when Sam told us you were an item because I know you’ve wanted it for so long. I’m proud of you, Tom. You’re really going after your dreams.” Dom said with a raise of his glass.

“Thanks, dad.” Tom said in a more sincere tone, feeling a little guilty for not being able to make his dad proud.

“What about you? Did Y/n keep it a secret that long from you too?” Nikki asked your parents.

“Oh dear.” You gulped. Tom sensed your fear and took your hand, under the table. You found it a little odd, since you were trying to fake a relationship but he was holding your hand out of sight. Nonetheless, you appreciated it.

“She just told us last night. We weren’t surprised either. Well I wasn’t. Y/n’s father just went “Tom who?” and went back to his newspaper. But I’ve known Y/n was in love with Tom since the day they met. She came home on the first day of school and told me she met the her future husband.” Your mom gushed. You sucked in your breath and avoided Toms piercing gaze.

“Alright, alright. I was six.” You defended. “Everyone has crushes when they’re six.”

“But it was so sweet! He used to come over everyday, and she’d talk about him all night when he left. I was so happy when she finally admitted they were together. I just thought it was closer to three years, not one.” Your mom went on, much to your embarrassment.

“You’ve thought Tom and I were together for three years and you didn’t say anything?” You wondered in amazement. Did the whole world see something you didn’t?

“I didn’t want to pry.” Your mom shrugged.

“I’m curious, Mrs. L/n. How did you know we were together?” Tom leaned forward on his hands with an amused grin, loving the embarrassment you were feeling.

“Oh, are you kidding? It’s like she wanted me to know. All the times I’d ask her where she got a T shirt or a sweatshirt and she’d go, “it’s Tom’s” ,with the reddest face you ever saw. I’m pretty sure she uses one of your shirts as a pillow case, right Y/n?” Your mom asked you from across the table. You gave her wide “shut up mom” eyes.

“Mom”, you fake laughed, “thats enough.”

“You do!” She exclaimed. “I remember now because I asked you why you did it and you told me you missed him. Isn’t that sweet? She missed her boyfriend.”

“I did that when I was little.” You told the table.

“Oh, but it was just last week that you said that.” Your mom said, completely oblivious to your efforts to make her stop. Tom, for one, was loving every second of this.

“Last week?” He said as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.

“She’s old.” You shook your head. “She forgets.”

“No I don’t. I remember it perfectly.” Your mom got ready to set the scene. “I came in your room at like three am and asked you where you got the pillowcase from. You got all shy about it, remember? Apparently it was his favorite shirt or something. I should’ve told you right then and there that I knew. What girl would care about a silly T shirt if she wasn’t in love with the guy who owned it?”

“Haha, yeah. Because we’re so in love, right Tom?” You looked at him with panic seeping in. Tom burst out laughing and took both your hands in his.

“That’s right, Y/n. I love you so much.” Tom matched your slightly sarcastic tone before switching to a more genuine one. “More than you know.”

You and Tom stared into each other’s eyes, having a real moment amidst the chaos.

“Yeah, no. I don’t buy it.” Harry interrupted.

“Buy what?” Tom asked.

“This whole thing.” Harry gestured between you two. “There’s no way you’re actually together. I don’t buy it.”

“Me either.” Sam chimed it with a look of disapproval. “It’s too forced.”

“It’s not forced. We’re in love.” Tom defended sharply. A little too sharply, for a fake relationship.

“No, I believe that part.” Harry laughed a little. “But I don’t believe that you’ve actually told each other that.”

“Boys, please.” Nikki scolded.

“But think about it, mum. Didn’t Tom say he had a thing for Y/n two weeks ago? How can you have a thing for your own girlfriend?” Harry brought up. You felt your heart stop a little at this revelation. Did he really say that? You looked to Tom for answers, who looked at you in fear.

“It’s possible.” Tom said quickly.

“Is it, Tom? Is it really?” Harry pressed.

“Or is it possible you’re pretending to date to get us off your back?” Sam pilled on. Tom wasn’t enjoying this as much anymore now that the attention was on him.

“More tea, anyone?” Nikki pipped up.

“We’re not pretending. It’s real.” You came to Toms defense.

“Do you smell that, Sam?” Harry snuffed the air around him.

“Yup.” Sam nodded and sniffed the air. “I smell clownery.”

“It’s not fake.” You burst out. “I’ll prove it.”

You turned to Tom, who met you with a confused gaze. Your eyes fell to his lips, and hesitated for a moment. It felt like the whole world was holding their breath as you leaned in and planted a kiss on his lips. He stiffened from initial shock before melting into you and cupping your face with his hand.

Right as your lips touched, you saw white lighting flash behind your eyelids, like the flash of a camera. You kept the kiss short, being you were in front of your family and all. When you pulled away, Tom looked at you in a way he never had before. You plastered a smile on your face and turned back to Sam and Harry.

“See? We do that all the time.” You shrugged as if the biggest moment of your life didn’t just happen.

“I stand corrected.” Sam said, visibly impressed.

“Then congratulations, Tom.” Harry said. “You finally got the girl you’ve been pining over for years.”

“Haha, yeah.” Tom mumbled, never taking his eyes off you. You were too busy talking to Nikki to notice Toms love struck gaze.

After dessert and helping to clear the table, you and Tom said your goodbyes and got into his car. As soon as he pulled away from the house and hit a red light, you high fived in celebration.

“That was great! They totally bought it.” You cheered.

“Our parents especially.” Tom agreed. “Good thinking with that kiss.”

“Oh, thanks. I just wanted to prove to Harry and Sam that we’re actually in love.” You said, eyes immediately widening. “I mean, pretend love.” You followed up.

“Yup. Pretend love. I was definitely pretending to be in love with you tonight.” Tom let out an awkward loud laugh. “Especially in that dress.” He fake laughed even harder.

“Oh, me too. I was pretending so hard that I’ve been in love with you all this time. Total make believe.” You nodded way too many times and kept your eyes on the road.

“I hear you. And that kiss? I was totally pretending to enjoy it. I completely forgot it even happened.” Tom shrugged with a squeaky voice.

“Me either. I’m definitely not thinking about it right now.” You told him.

“Oh, same. I’m not even thinking about your cherry chapstick transferring onto my lips and leaving a taste in my mouth.” Tom laughed again, sounding almost like he was in pain.

“It’d be a shame for us to continue this conversation and find out what tonight meant to the other.” You said sarcastically but attempted to sound sincere.

“You know what I’m thinking?” Tom said with a scarily huge smile.

“Pretend tonight never happened?” You finished his sentence, as always.

“Yup! You always know what to say.” Tom admired, sneaking a glance at you in the mirror. On the inside, he was dying to talk about the night. But you seemed to agree that it should be let go of.

“We’re just so in sync.” You faked a smile as you drifted further and further from the real conversation you wanted to have. “You’re the best fake boyfriend ever.”

“I totally don’t want to be your boyfriend for real.” Tom declared with fear in his eyes and a forced laugh. You were both saying the opposite of how you felt, and neither of you knew it.

“Me either. I’ve never even thought about it.” You lied.

“I know, right? I’ve never thought about holding your hand or being the little spoon or braiding your hair when you’re too tired because you stayed up all night helping me learn lines because you’re so selfless and kind that it makes my heart swell and burst.” Tom shrugged. “That’d be crazy, right?”

“Insane.” You agreed, replaying his words in your mind.

“But imagine if we really did get together, though?” Tom said as if he just thought of it. “I wonder what it’d be like if we went on a real date.”

“I bet it’d be terrible.” You forced a laugh. You knew it’d be magical.

“Oh, awful.” Tom agreed, despite the blatant lies. He felt hurt at your words, not knowing they were completely fabricated.

“The worst.” You nodded, feeling a little hurt at the confirmation that he didn’t feel the same. “That’s why we’re just faking it. But I have to admit, it’s pretty fun being your girlfriend. Almost makes me want to fall in love with you.” You said as a joke, but meant every word.

“Haha, I am in love with you.” Tom blurted in the same cheerful tone you’d both been using. The car filled with awkward silence as Tom drove on.

“But just pretend, right?” You asked softly.

“Right.” Tom nodded and cleared his throat, no longer looking at you in the mirror. “Just pretend.”

You got back to your shared apartment and flopped on your bed. You tried to push the nights events from your mind and went to sleep.

The next morning, your phone was nearly dead from blowing up all night. You had hundred of notifications, but only one caught your eye.

harryholland64 tagged you in a photo

You clicked on the notification and it brought you to his page. Right there, for the world to see, was you and Tom pecking each other on the lips. The caption was sweet and simple.

“lover boy.”

Your initial reaction was your heart swelling. That white lightning you saw during the kiss turned out to be the flash of Harry’s camera, but you felt oddly grateful that he’d captured it at all. Otherwise, the memory would fade with time and you’d forget how momentous that night was. Harry had immortalized that spontaneous kiss, and then sent it out into the world.

That was your second reaction.

Harry had upwards of a million followers, and anything he posted of Tom was inevitable posted in every single fan account in existence. That night was no longer between your respective families. Every marvel fan was about to get the surprise of a lifetime. Tom had been steadily denying a romantic relationship with you since he found success with Billy Eliot. All the news reporters wanted to know if the little girl in pigtails doing the dances in the wings and cheering the loudest was “Toms little girlfriend”. It’d only gotten worse when social media took off and your face was splashed all over Toms Instagram. He could count on being asked about you every time he was interviewed. This picture was nothing but air to the fire. There was no going back from it. Harry had unknowingly let all he’ll break loose, all because of a stupid, stupid, amazing kiss.

“Tom!” You screamed. Tom rushed to your room and you immediately held up the photo for him to see.

“I’m sorry! I didn’t know he was gonna post it.” Tom apologized, having already seen it. “But it’s up and there’s nothing we can do about it. On the bright side, people are being really supportive.”

“To you!” You cried. “I’m getting death threats from 12 year olds!”

“I’m so sorry, Y/n. I never meant for this to happen.” Tom said sincerely as he knelt next to your bed and took your hand.

“You need to post something about us breaking up.” You said as you pulled your hand away from him. Tom faltered and blinked in surprise.

“You said you’d pretend.” He reminded you with hurt evident in his voice.

“Yeah, for one dinner!” You whined, eyes landing on the amount of likes the picture had already. “The whole world knows now Tom. And there’s nothing to know! I’m getting harassed for dating you and we’re not even dating.”

“I think there’s something to know.” Tom mumbled, feelings once again hurt.

“Tom.” You whined and took his hand. He hesitated before putting his hand over yours and looking you in the eyes.

“They’re just want what we have.” He said gently. “They know you’re the most important girl in my life and you always will be. Can you blame them for being a little jealous?”

“No.” You admitted, a small smile creeping onto your face.

“Listen.” Tom tucked your hair behind your ears and cupped your face. “I can put an end to the hate. My fans will listen to me if I tell them to stop. My publicist wants us to do an interview together tomorrow on Ellen. If we go on and explain that we want our relationship private, people will leave it alone. We won’t have to pretend. People thought we were dating before anyway right?” Tom asked and you nodded. “Nothing has to change. Just do this one interview with me.”

“How am I supposed to lie to the whole world that I’m in love with you?” You asked. Toms heart fell and he prayed you couldn’t tell how much that hurt him.

“It’s not lying. It’s pretending. You can pretend to be in love with me for ten minutes, can’t you?” He asked a little bitterly before mumbling under his breath, “I’ve been pretending I wasn’t in love with you for ten years.”

“What?” You asked, not hearing him.

“Nothing. Will you please do it? I can do all the talking. You just have to sit there and look pretty.” Tom promised. You looked at his puppy dogs eyes before sighed.

“Fine.” You agreed.

You smoothed your dress and took one last look in the dressing room mirror just as Tom came in.

“Y/n, I belive I told you to look pretty. I never said anything about looking as radiant as the sun.” Tom teased as he wrapped his arms around your waist. You looked at his and your reflection in the mirror and told yourself he was only doing it to keep up the act. He didn’t really feel that way. It was just pretend.

“Aren’t you sweet?” You said with a tight lipped smile. “I might just fall in love with you for real.”

“I’d simply hate for that to happen.” Tom muttered and pressed a kiss to your shoulder. For the act, you told yourself, just an act.

“Me too.” You quipped, and quickly looked away.

“Did your mom mean what she said?” Tom asked suddenly. “About you sleeping with my t shirt?”

“I don’t even know what she was talking about.” You fake laughed and shrugged.

You knew exactly what she was talking about. A week earlier, she found you lying awake around three in the morning with tears in your eyes. You’d just gotten off the phone with Tom the night he left for shooting reshoots for Chaos Walking in Georgia. Knowing he’d be gone longer than usual, he gave his favorite black T shirt to wear when you missed him. Unbeknownst to him, that was all the time. You slipped the shirt over your pillowcase just as he rang your phone. You laid your phone on the pillow next to your head with a sigh as Toms voice filled your ears as his scent filled your nose. If you shut your eyes, it felt like you were lying on Toms chest, just like he was there. Your mom had found you in the position long after the call ended, and in the spur of the moment, you told her a little too much.

“Oh, okay.” Tom nodded his head, slight disappointment in his voice. “It just reminded me of all the times I’ve stolen one of your shirts before leaving for shooting.”

“Why do you do that?” You asked, turning in his arms to face you.

“The same reason you do. Or don’t do, apparently.” He said, slight disdain present.

“Because you miss me?” You asked. Tom looked frustrated and looked down at your lips.

“Because I love you.” He blurted.

“Pretend though, right?” You asked.

“Wrong.” Tom shook his head before crashing his lips to yours. You kissed him back for everything you were worth. Your fingers found their way to his hair, like they’d always meant to be there. He lifted you off your feet with arms secure around your waist. It was the fairytale you’d been waiting for since that first day of school when you told your mom you’d met your future husband. You only broke apart when a knock at the door came.

“Five minutes until you’re on.” Someone begin the door yelled.

“Thank you, five.” Tom called, his loving eyes never leaving yours. “I should’ve kissed you that day in the rain.” He whispered.

“That’s in the past. Let’s focus on our future. And my future is you.” You smiled at Tom and pecked his lips once again.

“You ready?” He asked.

“I am. I’m just glad we don’t have to lie anymore.” You said as you made your way to the main stage.

“Oh, Y/n.” Tom sighed dreamily as he brushed hair out of your face. “I was never lying.”

You took your seats in the couches next to Ellen after the crowd died down.

“So, how did you guys get together?” Ellen sat back in her chair and folded her hands.

“Well”, Tom looked at you and smiled as he linked his hands with yours, “it’s a bit of a funny story.”

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When Lightning Strikes (m) │ jjk

➤ pairing│Jungkook x female reader  ➤ summary│You are home alone as a storm is going on outside, and a wet Jungkook comes home. ➤ rating│NC-17, mature, 18+ ➤ genre│smut, boyfriend au ➤ warnings│unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it), strong language, couch sex, cremepie ➤ word count│2.1k│semi edited ➤ release date│July 30th 2019 ➤ disclaimer│This is all fiction! Nothing mentioned/written are facts and/or real! So please just keep that in mind when reading and enjoy! Thank you ♡

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A bright white light fills up the dark living room as the lightning strikes through the night sky, closely followed by a rippling boom, that feels like it’s shaking the walls.

Outside the city is completely dark, the power of most of it having gone out a few minutes ago, and the only source of light you have is the handful of candles you managed to find, and the occasional lightning that lighting up the room for a short period of time.

You curl yourself further into the thick blanket as yet another lighting strikes and thunder booms. This is crazy! You are normally not the type of person to get startled by little thunder and lighting, but this storm is crazy! It’s been going on for the past few hours, the heavy rain is hitting against the tall windows, splashing against the streets below and the few cars, that despite the horrible weather, still have ventured out in the city.

If wouldn’t be as bad if you hadn’t been home alone and had power, but you are, and you have no idea when Jungkook is coming back from practice, and the fact that your phone died an hour ago isn’t really helping either. The last text you received from him was just moments before it died, saying that practice was being cancelled, but he didn’t know when he would be home due to the weather.

And you understood that! You would rather have him stay at the practice studio, than have him driving home in this horrendous weather and risking him getting hurt somehow. And it’s not like you can just charge you phone with the power being out. So, you tried calming yourself down and making the best of the situation, by sitting down with a blanket and a glass of wine, in the way to expensive - but also very comfortable - couch Jungkook bought a few months back, and watch the storm outside.

Sipping the glass of wine, you glanced down at the watch on your wrist, the small pointers telling you that another hour had passed by and it was almost midnight. Oh, how badly you wished your phone worked right now so you could contact Jungkook!

The storm outside had quiet down a little bit by now, the lightning coming and going with far bigger gaps than before, but the rain was still pouring down, the sound of it echoing throughout the quiet apartment.

You were in your own little world, when the front door opened and wet footsteps could be heard in the hallway. You nearly leaped out of your seat as you saw Jungkook rounding the corner of the living room, completely drenched from the rain. His hair clinging to his face, small droplets trickling down his cheeks, his clothes and jacket sticking to his body as he shivered slightly.

“Hey!” He said, his voice shaking as he kicked off his wet boots and went to you, clearly not caring that he was getting the entire floor wet.

You didn’t waste a second before your arms went around his neck, hugging him to your body. You didn’t care that he was wet, and you would be too, you hadn’t realized just how worried and lonely you had felt until you saw him just now.

“Hey,” you mumbled in the crook of his neck, feeling him shiver as your warm breath hit his cold skin. “I missed you!”

He lets out a short laugh as he pulls away a little to look at your face. “I missed you too babe.” He says kissing the tip of your nose. “Were you scared?” he teases.

“A little,” you admit. “But I was also worried about you!” You smack his arm when he keeps laughing at you. “It’s not funny Jungkook! My phone died and I couldn’t charge it to get in contact with you, and only god knew when you would be able to get home in this weather!”

He brings your body back against his, “God I love you!” he says. “Thank you for worrying about me.”

“I love you too,” you mumble, your hands fisting the back of his wet jacket.

You suddenly realize something, your brows furrow as a confused look crosses your face. Jungkook cant see you but he feels you tense up under his hold.

“What is it?” he asks.

“How did you get up here?” you ask him. “The power is out so the elevators don’t work.”

“I took the stairs. Lit the way with the flashlight on my phone.”

“But we’re on the top floor.”

“So?” he shrugs.

“That’s a hell of a lot of stairs!”

“It wasn’t that bad,” he tells you. “Besides I was way too cold to think about anything else, let alone how many stairs I had to climb.”

As a comfortable silence falls around you, another loud boom strikes through the sky, making you jump in his arms. He laughs a little at your uneasiness, knowing your typically not afraid of this type of weather, but he still hugs you tighter trying to give you some sort of comfort.

“You should really get out of these wet clothes before you get sick!” You tell him. He’s got some important months coming up and he can’t afford being sick. And he’s also dripping on the carpet, creating small pools of water, which is driving you nuts, but you keep your mouth shut about that part.

“You’re right.” He replies letting you go and surprisingly you yourself didn't get that wet from hugging him. Your shirt clings a little to your body, but nothing worth changing for.

On his way to the bathroom, Jungkook peels off his jacket and shirt and you get a mouthwatering view of his back muscles. Small drops of water running down his back from his still wet hair. You follow close behind him, not wanting to miss a single piece of clothing leaving his body.  

Once he reaches the dark bathroom, only his black boxers remain on his toned body. You stop in the doorway, leaning against the frame as you look at him. It’s almost pitch-black, but the what little light that comes from the moonlight and through the window, hits his body perfectly.

Jungkook can feel your eyes on him, a smirk adoring his lips. He loves the way he can drive you crazy like this, he loves that it isn’t only him that feels like this because you drive him crazy every single time he looks at you.

“Wanna take a shower?” he asks you with a wiggle of his eyebrows but also completely serious, and for a moment you consider it, but you decide against it.

You shake your head, “We can hardly see anything babe, and knowing what we usually end up doing when we shower together, one of us will just end up getting injured.” You laugh as you picture it.

“You’re no fun.” He pouts.

“That’s not what you usually tell me.” You tease as you leave the room with a little more swing to your hips.

You can hear him groan behind you, and you can’t help but feel conflicted. You’ve missed him all day, and you’ve been by yourself throughout most of it and god do you want him as bad as he wants you, but shower sex is just not an option right now in these conditions.

Any other time? Hell yes!!

Jungkook joins you back in the living room. He’s put on a pair of loose joggers but haven’t bothered putting on a shirt. He sits down beside you on the couch, completely still for a moment, before he grabs both of your ankles and pulls you down in a laying position. You shriek at the sudden change, and he hover above you placing kisses across your collarbones and up to your ear, where he lightly nipples your lobe.

A sigh of satisfaction leaves your mouth and your hands lace themselves behind his neck, softly playing with the hairs there.

“What are you doing?” You ask him breathless.

“You said no to shower sex.” Jungkook hums against you, tingles shooting down your back and you chuckle at his respond. He feathers kisses over your jaw until he reaches your lips, hungrily taking possession of them, your tongues brushing against each other.

Jungkook spreads your bare legs further apart to make room for himself between them. You can already feel how hard he is against you and you moan at the thought of him inside you.

You sit yourself up enough to be able to take off your shirt and still keep your lips together, only breaking apart to get it over your head. You lay back down as Jungkook skillfully unhooks your bra, toying with the straps before sliding them down your arms and throwing it on the floor.

He moves his mouth down your chest till he reaches your nipple, sucking and kissing till you’re a moaning mess above him, your hands ranking up and down his back. You’re almost positive he’s going to have a few red marks in the morning.

He runs his index finger under the waistband of your shorts, before he grabs both sides and slides them down your legs along with your underwear. He sits back, a groan coming from deep in his throat sounds, as he admires your naked form before him.

Jungkook makes a move to go down on you, but you stop him before he can get started. “I want your cock. I can’t wait.” You sound desperate, and you are. Just the feel of how hard he already is, is enough to set your insides on fire with lust and desperation for him.

You reach for his joggers, pulling them down as far as you can in your position on the couch. You whine loudly when you realize that he’s discarded his boxers in the bathroom, and the sight of his already erect member meets your lustful eyes. Jungkook wastes no time in removing the joggers the rest of the way and throws them to the floor, as he once again settles between your open legs.

Licking your lips, you get ready for what is about to come, as he grabs a hold of himself and runs the tip of his cock through your soaked folds.

“Fuck, you’re so wet already!” Jungkook groans, the head of his cock continuously nudging your clit as he guides it back and forth.

“Stop teas-“ the words get stuck in your throat, turning into a pleasurable moan as Jungkook slowly sinks into you and starts thrusting in a steady pace, that has you grabbing the pillows.

Every delicious inch of him moving in and out of you brought you closer and closer to your impending orgasm. You feel tightening around him, making him falter a little in his pace as he has to focus on not cumming to early.

A low laugh escapes him as he tried to focus, slowing down a tad. “You have to not do that baby! You know I love your tight pussy, but I will cum I seconds if you keep doing that.” He warns you.

“Sorry,” you smile, and he begins sliding in and out of you again, this time with more force. His strong hands have a tight hold around your thighs, his fingers digging in to your skin, but you couldn’t care less about the bruises he’s sure to leave behind, you are way to focused on the feeling of him inside you.

Outside the sky is still being lit up with the occasional lightning, and every time it strikes it casts a beautiful white glow through the window, illuminating yours and Jungkook’s bodies in the dark living room.

Jungkook is spurred on by the string of moans leaving your lips, the way your grabbing the pillows for dear life and the way you throw your head back as he hits you just right – brushing your g spot over and over again.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck!” You chant as he keeps going and you feel your orgasm bubbling.

“You’re so fucking tight!” Jungkook bites out, his thrusts becoming deadly fast, as he too feels his orgasm ready to burst.

The animalistic growl that leaves his chest and rushes past his lips as he cums, is enough to set you off, and as the lightning strikes in the sky, lighting up the room, your orgasm hits your body with full force. Throwing your head back you, you let the feeling of your orgasm and Jungkook cumming inside you, take over your body.

You both out of breath by the time you have ridden out your orgasms, and Jungkook collapses over you, hiding his face in the crook of your neck as he sucks on the skin there.

“It might not have been shower sex, but I still got you wet.” Jungkook laughs against your neck, and even though your smack him on the back, you can’t help but laugh along with him.

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[hereforlukescruff]

ok where do i start babe. im in class so lets pull this shit. imagine Luke being your TA in history class or some shit (i dunno fam i'm durnk dont @ me) and its one of those things where he was a one night stand and you peaced out the next morning without leaving any info and then you showed up first day of class to see he's your fucking TA. like. what the fuck. and he notices you for sure. its a small class. and now he's going to be marking your papers and shit and you're like holy fuck 1/?

and then, to make it worse. he’s your TA for your discussion class too where you talk about shit with only like 10 students and a TA and he takes roll call the first morning and says your name and you’re just like holy fuck because you can’t avoid now and all the other TA blocks are full. and he’s gorgeous and you’re like first: why the fuck did i peace out that morning and second: if he’s my TA does that mean i can’t fuck him again. and he’s your fucking TA so after the class ends 2/?

he asks you to stay and you can’t just say no in front of all these other students so you stay and he’s just like, “didn’t think id be seeing you again.” and you’re like fuck cuz you know you owe him an explanation for leaving that morning without even saying goodbye or leaving a phone number and you’re just like… “sorry. i uh… didn’t want to make it more than what it was.” and he’s like “i mean. i guess i can understand that.” and he lets you leave and you think thats going to be the 3/?

end of it but every class he’s so beautiful and he’s so smart and you find yourself falling harder and harder. you don’t know it but he’s totally falling for you too, especially reading your assignments and stuff, he’s starting to learn more about you and is like woah she’s actually really cute. so one day you show up to the small TA session and you’ve been drinking (#ME AM I RIGHT?) and you’re super impatient and he can tell you’re drunk so he asks you to stay after class and once everyone 4/?

is gone he turns to talk to you but you just kiss him. you can’t help yourself any more. and he leans into the kiss. lifting you up and setting you on the table as he goes between your legs and kisses you like his life depends on it. “i can’t stop thinking about you.” “you’re drunk.” he sighs but you are just like “maybe so but… it’s the truth.” and he believes you because he hasn’t been able to get you out of his head either. besides you’re not even that drunk anymore and you feel so good 5/?

and he’s just like fuck it and kisses you again. he pulls away and you whine but he just locks the door because at least one of you still has a brain. and then you just fuck. and im too drunk and in class to talk about it but it’s your turn babe. work your magic. FUCK ME UP MIRIAM. okay. im done now 6/6

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who’s fucking up who cause i’m choking djfdlsjkdlsjk

but imagine walking in to that class and you guys noticing each other and you’re both just like “fuck” in your head cause you’re not supposed to be his student and he’s definitely not supposed to be your teacher. you guys would quickly avert your eyes before the other students noticing what’s going on since you’re still trying to be professional. but now everything is awkward cause you’re the one who left that morning and when he asks you about it, you don’t have much of an answer other than the fact that it was just a fuck and he’s kinda taken aback but also like whatever he gets it, not like he was expecting you guys to fall in love or some shit. 

it gets harder over the semester though cause now he’s your TA and he’s gorgeous and this is your favorite subject so you have this man who looks like the greek sculptures of old talking about how society’s decrease in ethics and morality made the fall of the roman empire predictable and how the effects of it are still echoing in today’s society. like okay he’s gorgeous and smart?? you have no chance of not falling for him. it’s especially difficult sitting in class cause every time you look up at him you just remember his lips sucking on your neck and his tongue swirling on your clit so you have to keep looking away before it’s too much. 

you have no idea that he’s struggling just as much though, that every time you look at him or answer a question all he can think about was how wet and warm your pussy was when he was fucking you and that his pants start to get a bit tight which is why he goes and stands behind the podium for the rest of class. and then he sees your assignments are actually really well thought out and you’re raising points that none of the students even noticed so now he’s falling in love with your mind too? you both know the consequences of what would happen if you guys actually do this but at same time, it’s like the 10th week of the semester and you just can’t anymore

he’d know you’re a bit drunk when you walk in that day cause you’re louder than usual and your eyes aren’t as focused when he talks. but when class is over and everyone’s already left before you, your almost to the door when you stop in your tracks and just say “fuck it”. luke looks up at that and sees you coming towards him when you wrap your hands around his neck and bring his face down and smash your lips against his. his initial reaction is to grab you by the waist, bringing you closer to his chest. you gasp into his mouth when you feel his tongue at your lips but then he’s pushing you off. “we can’t do this, im your TA”. “i can’t stop thinking about you” you’d tell him breathless. “you’re drunk” he’d push away from you, running his hands through his hair. “not really and it doesn’t make it not true. i know you’ve thinking about me too.” you say walking closer to him. he looks you up and down, sighing, “if we do this….no one can know.” you smirk at that, knowing that you convinced him. “well then i guess you better lock the door” you’d say, walking towards the desk. 

moving the loose papers to the side, you lift yourself onto the desk. luke goes to the door, making sure it’s locked and that no one is in the corridor. when he turns back he sees you sitting on the edge of the desk, your skirt bunched up at your hips, and legs spread as you wait for him. he feels his cock get hard at the sight of you, one hand behind your body to hold yourself up as the other is rubbing your clit over your panties. there’s nothing slow about it when luke comes over to you, his hand on your chest as he pushes you down to lie you against the desk. he’s already gotten your panties off when he moves his hand through your folds, it’s the build up of over two months frustration coming to a peak.

“all this for me?” he’d ask you when he feels how wet you are already, barely having even touched you. “i’m always wet for you” saying that has luke dropping to his knees in front of you, moving your legs over his shoulders as he goes in. his tongue at your clit when he says “still taste just as good as i remember”. you feel two of his fingers slip inside you as he sucks on your clit, you’d arch off the desk making his arm snake over your chest to hold you down. “oh shit” coming from your lips has luke working harder, knowing you’re about to cum which was right cause a few seconds later you cum over his tongue, moaning as you fall back against the desk. breathless, your hands fall away from luke’s head as you try to slow your heart rate.

getting off the ground, luke’s hands go to undo his belt as he stares at you. you look a mess with your eyes shut and your head against the desk. your skirt is bunched up over your hips, legs spread open with your pussy out. Luke wants this view imprinted in his brain cause he knows that it’s the hottest thing he’d ever see. “take off your shirt” he’d say as he pushes his pants down. opening your eyes you see luke standing in front of you with his cock in his hand as you quickly do as youre told. 

with your shirt over your head and bra removed just as fast, luke bends over to catch a breast in his mouth while his hand goes to play with the other. your head falls back as his tongue rolls over your nipple. you snake a hand between you both to grab his cock in your fist, he moans against your breast as you start stroking him. your fingers are swirling the precum over the tip when he grabs your hand to stop you “if you don’t stop i’m gonna cum and i’d rather do that inside you, sweetheart”

luke would pull you from the desk and spin you around as he pushes down on your back so that your chest is flat against it with your feet on the ground. what you didn’t expect was a smack to your ass when you pressed your head against the desk but the vibrations go straight to your pussy, making you ache even more. after spanking you, luke would grab your ass rubbing his hands over it to soothe the pain before moving his hands to your hips and sinking into you with no warning. 

your hands are flat against the desk as luke is fucking into you, the grip on your waist so tight you know there’ll be marks when you finish. “fuck baby, you take my cock so good. can’t believe we waited this long to do this again”. when one of his hands goes down to rub your clit as he continues fucking you, you let out a loud moan making him pull you up to his chest by the throat, his hand covering your mouth as he whispers in your ear “you have to be quieter than that, darling, we don’t want anyone to know how dirty you really are.” his hand stays over your mouth as you whine against his palm, not being able to hold the sounds back when he hits your spot.

you feel your orgasm build as you start clenching around his cock. when he rubs your clit and hits the spot right one more time you come undone beneath him, a string of “oh fuck” is all you can say. he’s still fucking you as your orgasm rolls through you, getting sloppier as he chases his own release. a few more thrusts and you feel him still inside you as he cums with a groan against your ear. his hands falls from your throat as you catch yourself with the desk, your knees weak. pulling out of you, luke sees the mess you both made as he looks for napkins trying to clean you up. 

as you both get dressed, making sure that you don’t look like you just got fucked, you head to the door when you feel a hand grab your arm. luke pulls you to him as he tilts your head up and kisses you softly, “i’ll see you in class. you might wanna read chapter 6 for the assignment” you feel him smile against your lips. shaking your head at him when you push away from his chest “now isn’t it unethical to help me out?” “probably not as unethical as it is to fuck you” he’d smirk as he unlocks the door and leaves before you say anything else. 

[septemberskye]

Prompt Fill #1

Tumblr ate the original ask, but @intrepid-inkweaver requested when one stops the kiss to whisper “I’m sorry, are you sure you--” and they answer by kissing them more and I’ve always been honest with you.  I was able to combine them into one piece!  :D

(And many many thanks to @donotfeedthewildauthor for looking over this for me!)

Corvo isn’t quite certain how he’s gone from sitting on the couch, just talking and enjoying Daud’s company, to being pushed back toward the bed with Daud fumbling at the buttons on his pants.

He’d smuggled in the half bottle of wine left from dinner and they just drank it out of the whiskey tumblers he kept stashed in the desk drawer (that would’ve given the sommelier fits but neither of them could taste a difference).  The wine was good, and talking must’ve slowly given way to kissing, both of them languid and warm, tumblers forgotten on the coffee table.  Daud put his hands in Corvo’s hair the way he liked, and Corvo snugged in close the way he liked, and then—

Daud noses Corvo’s collar out of the way and sets his mouth to skin, teeth pressing, sucks a mark into the join of his neck and shoulder—he still hasn’t gotten the button—and Corvo gasps, clamping down on a frankly embarrassing noise.  Really, it’s unfair how quickly Daud figured out exactly the best way to do that, because he uses it like just another weapon, fighting dirty.

Wait, Corvo tries to say as he steps onto the rug and nearly trips on the edge, because Daud’s been—hesitant about sex, said he’s never really been interested and he must’ve noticed how hard Corvo’s gotten already, but Daud cuts him off with a hand curling around his neck and a deliberate, thorough kiss that brings their stumbling to a halt.  Then the first button goes, no longer a moving target, and the others quickly follow, and when Daud looks down to ruck his shirt up Corvo uses the chance.  “I’m sorry, are you sure you—”

Daud rolls his eyes and leans back in to kiss him again, teeth tugging gently at his lower lip.  That’s no kind of answer, but Corvo hits the edge of the bed and Daud crowds him down onto it, puts a knee on the mattress and picks him up to shift them both closer to the headboard, and that is not fair, Corvo thinks as he’s forced to cling like a limpet or be left behind; Daud knows what that does to him.

He has a moment—just a moment—to think as Daud settles back on his heels to pull at his pants.  They’re not drunk.  Not even close.  This would all make a bit more sense if they were, and it’s Daud’s idea, and while Corvo isn’t exactly complaining, he’d like to take a second to talk about whatever they’re going to do before they do it.

His respite is over when Daud gets impatient and yanks.  He hears his pants hit the floor and Daud unfolds himself, fits his thigh between Corvo’s legs and kisses him again, slow and sweet.  Holds his hand to his cheek and strokes his thumb over the bone, catching in his eyelashes, and that’s good, Void, it’s good.  He can’t help the soft moan that escapes him as he rocks up against firm muscle, and Daud seems to take that as encouragement, nudging him slightly—but there it is again, the uncertainty—Corvo can feel it. Daud pulls away only a moment or two later, and they just breathe, foreheads pressed together.  Corvo runs his palm up and down Daud’s back in slow strokes, trying to ease him.  

“We can stop,” he murmurs, because they can, Daud should know that.  “I won’t be upset.”

“I do want to,” he says softly.  “But—just you.  I don’t need anything.”

“Alright.”  That’s good enough for Corvo.  They can always stop.

Daud starts in on his shirt, and the fire hasn’t burned down low enough, Corvo thinks with a spike of alarm, there’s still far too much light in the room—but he doesn’t look twice at all the scars, and he relaxes.  Corvo sits up and Daud pushes the shirt off his shoulders, tosses it to the side—he’s naked now but for underwear and socks and feels fairly ridiculous, tries to deal with those himself and only gets one before Daud wraps his arms around him, pulls him in close, and this is more familiar.  Calmer.

Corvo gives himself some time to just enjoy the feel of him—broad-shouldered and sturdy, safe—and kisses the soft place by his jaw, careful to avoid his ear, he doesn’t like that.  He works his way down, following the long, thin muscle, and Daud sighs, answers with teeth at Corvo’s earlobe because he does like that, and he shivers.

Daud’s still fully dressed, only his shoes and coat have been left behind, and Corvo feels like the whole thing is a bit unbalanced.  Daud doesn’t want to be touched, though, so he won’t ask him to shed his pants, but—

“Your shirt?” he whispers.  “If you don’t mind.”

Daud shakes his head, sets to work and Corvo could almost be upset at how he seems so completely unruffled while he’s in such a state.  He’s methodical as he always is—slips each button loose, untucks the tail, then goes to his cuffs, and he’s beautiful, Corvo thinks.  A little awkward, top-heavy from the breadth of his shoulders, but Corvo’s well aware of what he looks like—covered in scars, too-long arms and legs spread out all over the bed, still with that one sock on.  His body is all harsh angles and lankiness, but Daud is—softened isn’t the right word, not really, but Corvo doesn’t know what else to use—by the muscle layered heavy across him.  And the firelight does wonderful things across his skin, catches in the scar trailing down his face.  Perhaps he’s glad it hasn’t burned low after all.

And Daud just waits, letting him look all he likes, soft-eyed and patient at the foot of the bed.

Void.  Corvo loves him.

“Come here,” he says, and can’t quite smooth the emotion from his voice.  Daud settles over him again, hand alighting on his waist, thumb stroking gently as he puts another bruise on Corvo’s neck.  He barely manages to turn a groan into a shaky exhale, and when Daud starts tugging at his waistband one-handed, he lifts his hips and shoves his underwear off with a small and desperate noise.

(He still has one sock.  That bothers him more than it should.)

Daud reaches and wraps his hand around Corvo’s cock—gone a little soft just from lack of attention but that won’t last long—and he hurriedly grabs his wrist to stop him. “Wait, wait—in the drawer—”

Daud nods and moves to start rummaging.  Corvo supposes he ought to be a little concerned that he apparently knows exactly where to look in which drawer without being told, but he’s back almost immediately with the little vial of oil, so he can’t bring himself to care.  Daud passes it to him, offers his hand, and Corvo tips some out into the pit of his palm.  Then his hand is back and Corvo lets his head fall against the pillow because it’s good.

Daud’s grip is a bit too gentle, though.  He strokes once, and just as Corvo is about to ask if he wants to stop he rumbles, “How do you like it?”

He scrambles to sit up and shuffles closer, curls his own hand around Daud’s and adjusts him.  Goes firm and slow, shows him to run his thumb over the head on the upstroke, and Corvo presses his face to the crook of Daud’s neck, breath going deep and heavy at the pleasure of it.  Daud’s other hand rests steady on the small of Corvo’s back in counterpoint to the one on his dick and he folds into the contact, pulling them into a half-hug.  When Daud seems confident enough, he lets him go and grips the sheets instead.  His hands are shaking.

Daud, for his part, just puts his cheek to the crown of Corvo’s head.  His eyes are probably closed.  He likes affection, closeness—likes to cuddle, even if he’d never admit it and can barely bring himself to ask for it on a good day.  

But they both know.  They’re working on it.  

“Good?” Daud rasps, sounding a little unsure—but Corvo had taught himself to be quiet, to barely make a sound, and he can’t expect Daud to know how to read him so quickly.  

“Yes, Void—yes,” he pants.  “Are you—?”

“I’m fine.”  And Corvo can’t muffle the questioning (and if he’s being honest, distressed) noise when Daud just stops, his hand static and unmoving on his cock.  But then he’s cupping the back of Corvo’s head and he follows the suggestion, lifting his face away from his shoulder, and Daud kisses him, gentle like he’d never learned to be anything but.  That does things to Corvo, makes his heart lurch, and he cants his hips, trying to get Daud to move again.  He relents and Corvo breaks the kiss to gasp raggedly and whisper faster, please.  

And that’s it, there—Corvo’s thigh starts trembling and his hand goes white-knuckle tight in the sheets, fingers curling into Daud’s back hard enough to bruise as he lets out a choked, needy sound, rocking up into his hand— “Daud—”

And he comes.  Sags into Daud’s side, breathing heavily, and mumbles something appreciative to the kiss pressed into his hair.  He doesn’t protest when Daud lays him on his back and quietly walks away, just shivers when a cool draft washes over him.

Daud’s gone for so long, though, that he starts to worry he’s gone into the bathroom to have some private crisis, but just as he draws a breath to call him, he comes back carrying a damp cloth.  As soon as he begins wiping him down, Corvo understands what took him—he’d been waiting for the water to warm.  When he finishes, Corvo catches his jaw on impulse, and he looks up, questioning, probably able to read everything he knows is written across his face.  

“I’ll be right back,” Daud murmurs, and kisses the heel of his hand.  

Corvo rolls himself up into the blanket when he goes.  He hears the laundry chute door open and close, then Daud snorts at him.  He’s sure he does look ridiculous, but he doesn’t care.  The Tower’s always cold at night, and the blanket is soft and warm.  Daud can laugh all he wants.

“You can get in the bed, you know,” he says, but he doesn’t either, just settles on top of the quilt so Corvo can worm his way over and drape himself across him without any difficulty.  

“Mm.  This is easier.”  He can feel Daud laugh silently, and smiles when he starts petting his hair.  “This was nice.”  

“Mhm.”  

And Corvo is content, and sleepy, his thoughts muzzy and wandering.  He tucks himself up against Daud, making him part of the blanket wrap, and sighs.  “I love you.”  

Daud goes very, very still beside him.

Oh no.

Oh Void.

He didn’t mean to say that.

He’s made a mistake.

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“What?” Daud asks, just to buy himself some time—he knows exactly what Corvo said, he just doesn’t know what to do about it.

“It’s nothing,” he mumbles.  

“No, what did you say?”  

He hesitates.  Pulls the blanket tighter around himself.  “...I love you.”  Then Daud hesitates, so he follows it with, “I do, I’ve always been honest with you.”  Daud isn’t going to accuse him of lying.  But he still doesn’t know what to tell him, and his continued silence is enough to make Corvo pull away.  “I’m sorry.”

That doesn’t make any sense.  “What for?”  

“I—I know this can be...hard for you,” he says, and he’s right.  Daud spent years feeling everything as some shade of anger, and learning to pick apart his emotions is something he’s had to work on.  “And I wasn’t going to tell you yet, I just didn’t want you to feel trapped, or—or obligated to say something you don’t feel, I’m sorry.”  

“I’m not upset,” he soothes as much as anything, because Corvo’s miserable and worried under his blanket, looking bizarrely like a dumpling.  His lips thin into something a bit like a smile, but it doesn’t come off and he just looks sadder than before.  

“Please don’t think that you have to—just because I—”

Daud reaches over and pulls him into a hug.  He stays stiff and frozen for a moment before he accepts it, and Daud holds him there until he feels him relax a bit.  “I don’t think I can say it yet,” he says, trying to phrase it as delicately as possible.  Corvo nods against his collarbone, murmurs I understand.  “But I do care for you.”  

And it’s true, he does—feels something for him, almost frightening in its intensity at times.  As soon as he knows a name to put to it, he’ll tell him what it is.  

Corvo’s hold on him tightens, eases.  “‘M tired.”  

“Alright.”  It is late, they’d both be best off just going to sleep already.  Corvo sits up, sticks his foot out to pull off his sock and fling it into some distant corner of the room.  It takes some maneuvering, but both of them manage to work their way under the quilt without actually getting off the bed.  Corvo’s asleep within minutes, drifting off with Daud stroking his hair.

Daud stays awake much longer.  Thinking.