#yawning and stretching and dozing off in his chair for fuck's sake

[emmfairy]

What have I learned about Strahd from Knight of the Black Rose?

Strahd Von Zarovich is very tired. He has has a very long night of terrorizing Barovians and would like to take a small sleep. Big bad vampire count is eepy and neebies to sleeby. Strahd is facing critical levels of being a sleepy lil guy

[illfoandillfie]

Lazy Sunday

Pairing: Roger Taylor x Reader

Summery: You and Roger have a full day just to yourselves.

Warnings: Fluffy, soft smut!, Implied oral (m receiving)

Words: 5667

A/N: I know I promised the next thing I posted would be some filthy filthy smut but the last couple of weeks were a bit rough and I was having so much trouble writing it I needed to give myself a break with something softer. So have this fluff instead. Hopefully it’s sweet enough to give you toothache!

(him soft)

Taglist: @idontbelievethiss @somekindof-cheese @dtfrogertaylor   @ezmina98  @vee-ndetta @atomic-watermelon​ @kellypenac​ @labessieisallama

12.40am

You raised your head off your arms, peering over the arm of the chair where you’d been dozing in front of the TV. Roger’s soft footsteps echoed through the hallway, stopping in the doorway. “Hey Rog,” you said sleepily, rubbing your eyes. “What’re you still doing up Lovie? Thought I told you not to wait up for me.” “You did.” You sat up properly, stretching your legs out in front of you as Roger made his way towards the armchair you’d curled up on.   “Y’know how late me and the boys can go when we’re writing. No point waiting for me if I’m not gonna get home till three in the morning.” You looked up at him and grabbed his hand, pulling on it until he sat down on the arm of the chair, “I still want to.” “Well aren’t I lucky.” You hummed, smiling softly as you leaned your head against his stomach, “The luckiest. So how was your day?” “It was really good,” He repositioned himself, kicking his shoes off before bringing his legs up to rest over yours, “Played around with a couple ideas and I think they’re gonna be really good songs when they’re done.” “You’ll have to give me a sneaky preview of them,”   “You’re gonna be so sick of hearing me play them by the time the album’s done. What about you? How was your day?” “Not too bad. Bit busier than I’d have liked my Saturday to be b-u-” you stifled a yawn. “Alright, tell me tomorrow. Let’s go up to bed.” “I'm fine Rog.” “You’re exhausted Y/N. So am I.” He said it like he’d only just realised how tired he was, “C’mon.” Standing up he held out his hand, pulling you out of the seat when you took it.

You fell into bed as soon as you reached it, already wearing your comfiest pyjamas. As you snuggled under the blankets you rolled onto your side and watched Roger move about the room, changing into pyjama pants, every movement he made infused with a tiredness that felt bone deep. As he climbed in beside you, he pulled you closer, your head fitting perfectly under his chin. It was a slightly awkward position, your arms trapped between your chests, one of his thrown over you and the other bent under his head, legs tangled together. But you barely noticed. All you could smell was him, the lingering scent of his last cigarette and a hint of his aftershave. All you could feel was his warmth as he held you as close as he possible could. “Rog,” you said softly, tilting yourself back to look at him properly. “Mmm,” His eyes were drooping shut already. “Love you.” He kissed you. A tired, soft kiss, lips lingering on yours for a fraction longer than necessary. “Love you too.” You let your eyes close.  

3.59am

It was still dark when you woke, unrested and confused as to what had pulled you from your dreams. During the night you’d shifted out of Roger’s embrace, taking over your side of the bed as he’d spread out over his. As you reached out for him, figuring the loss of contact was what had roused you, you noticed he was tossing and twitching, mumbling unintelligibly.   “Rog, honey,” You shook his shoulder, “wake up Rog, it’s just a dream.” It took a few minutes but finally he woke with a gasp, arms flailing a little as the nightmare dissolved.   “‘s alright, Rog, it’s gone. Just a dream,” you said softly, rubbing his shoulder as he sunk back into the pillow, letting out a long breath.   “What time is it?” he asked voice raspy with sleep, draping an arm over his eyes. You peered at the alarm clock beside him, the red glowing numbers hard to focus on, “just after four.” He groaned as he rolled over towards you, “Sorry, love, didn’t mean to wake you.” “I don’t mind. Was it bad?” You reached out to stroke his hair, pushing it off his face. “Yeah,” his voice was barely more than a whisper. As you made to pull your hand back, he reached up to grab your wrist holding you against the side of his face. His thumb brushed over the inside of your arm, a comforting gesture that felt more for his sake than yours. In the years you and Roger had been dating, you’d never seen him like this. Worried? Nervous? Yes. But scared? Not once.   “Roll over,” “Why?” “‘Cause I’m gonna spoon you. Nothing can hurt you if I’m spooning you.” He laughed quietly but did as you asked, letting you pull him back against you, hooking your leg over his thigh and throwing your arm over his chest.   “See, nightmares gotta go through me first now.” You pressed your lips to the back of his neck as he rubbed your arm. “Feel safer already,” You could hear his smile behind the tired tone before he yawned and relaxed into you.

8.00am

This time when you woke you were pressed against Roger, though sometime during the night he’d rolled onto his back so you were less spooning and more just sort of slung over him. You lay there for a while, listening to his deep even breaths, feeling his stomach rise and fall with each one. He looked so peaceful and calm, miles from how he’d been in the early hours of the morning, and you spent a few minutes just watching him, trying to embed the image in your mind. Eventually though you carefully disentangled yourself, not wanting to disturb his sleep, and made your way down to the kitchen.  

After rifling through the cupboards, you decided it was a pancakes kind of morning and set to making a stack. You lost yourself in the repetitive motions, having made pancakes so many times you barely had to think about what you were doing. So, it came as a little bit of a shock when Roger placed his hand on your back and peered over your shoulder. “Christ I’m hungry, this looks wonderful.” “How do you move so quietly?” You asked sucking the side of your thumb into your mouth, trying to sooth where you’d bumped it against the hot pan. “‘m wearing socks. How do you keep managing to burn yourself?” “Wouldn’t burn myself if you stopped sneaking up on me.” “Y/N, we both know that’s not true. You’re the clumsiest fucking cook I’ve ever seen. Baking is an extreme sport for you.” “Oh shut up,” you shook your head but smiled at him as you went back to pouring the last of the batter out.   “Anything I can help with?” “Uh, yeah, pull out anything you wanna have on these. And chuck the kettle on, I need a tea.” Roger moved around behind you, opening the pantry and the fridge and then the pantry again. There was a clatter of plates and cutlery and the rush of water as he collected everything. His hand was on your back again as he placed the kettle on the stove top, fingers lingering slightly longer than they normally would. “Where are we gonna eat love?” “I was thinking out the back, since it’s such a lovely morning.” “Righto, I’ll take this lot out if you bring the pancakes when they’re done.” “Of course, shouldn’t be more than a couple more minutes.”

The sun was bright and warm outside, sitting in a clear sky, the definition of a perfect day. Roger had set everything down on the table in the back garden, leaving space for the plate of pancakes. Normally this spot was reserved for when friends or family came over, a larger space to entertain than what you had inside. You sat next to him, pulling a plate towards you and beginning to load it with pancakes and some of the berries Roger had brought out. He did the same, sprinkling the lot with sugar and lemon juice.   “You really gotta teach Bri how to make pancakes properly.” Roger said around a mouthful of food, “He tried making them for us the other day but they were rubbish. I don’t know what he does to them but they’re never as good as yours.” Before you could respond a whistle cut through the air. “Oh, shit, forgot about the tea. Don’t eat it all while I’m gone,” you laughed heading back to the kitchen. “Make sure you’re quick then,” he called after you, already heaping another forkful into his mouth.  

As soon as you’d placed your cups on the table and were no longer in danger of burning yourself again, Roger placed his hands on your waist and pulled you onto his lap. “Rog!” “Y/N!” “What are you doing?” He ignored you, focusing instead on your earlier injury, “How’s the thumb?” “Stings a little but it’s fine. I only nudged the pan.” “Well now,” he grabbed your hand and brought your thumb to his lips, kissing the patch of red, “it’s all better.” “You’re gonna make such a dorky dad,” you laughed, shaking your head. He clutched your hand tighter, “Are you...?” “Jesus Rog, no. I know we fuck a lot but I’m still on the pill. More meant...one day,” He released a breath as he dropped his head to your shoulder, “That would have been a big fucking surprise.” “God, you’re telling me.” “Not a bad one though.” His smile was soft and sincere and made your heart flutter. “You big softie,” “Alright, no need for name calling. You should eat something,” “And how exactly am I meant to eat when I’m trapped on your lap? Can’t even reach my plate.” “Easy,” He leaned forward, one arm around your waist as he picked up a raspberry from his plate and fed it to you. It was tangy and sour from the lemon juice it was soaked in. “Impractical,” you laughed. “Maybe, but it does mean I can do this,” he placed his hand on the side of your face, pulling you towards him. The kiss was soft and warm. Warmer than the sun cutting through the morning air and landing on your back. You sighed into him as you wrapped your arms around his neck, holding him against you. His tongue traced over your red tinged bottom lip, licking up the remnants of the raspberry. You felt almost drunk as you slowly pulled away and slipped off his lap. “Where you going, love?” “Just need to readjust,” “Readjust?” His eyebrows shot up as you repositioned yourself so you were straddling him instead, “Woah, Y/N, didn’t realise you wanted kids this badly.” “Just kiss me again you dork.” It wasn’t the most comfortable chair to do this in, but you couldn’t resist. A familiar heat was already beginning to build in your stomach as he recaptured your lips, breakfast completely forgotten. You threaded your fingers through his hair, pulling on it gently as you slipped your tongue into his mouth. He tasted like lemons and sugar, felt like home. As the kiss grew in intensity you rocked your hips against him. “That’s a dangerous game you’re playing there, love,” Roger said, breaking the kiss as he tightened his grip on your waist to keep you still,   “Not if you want what I want.” “Minx,” was all he managed to growl as you began leaving open mouth kisses along his throat. “Now who’s name calling,” you said before returning to Roger’s neck, able to feel his cock hardening under his pyjama bottoms. His grip remained tight on your waist as he slipped one hand under the waistband of your pyjamas and underpants to tease your clit. You found his lips again, moaning against them as he worked you into a frenzy. When he pulled his hand free you whined at the loss. “Gotta get these pants off,” he muttered, more to himself than to you, but you stood up on slightly shaky legs, hurrying to remove your own as he lifted himself out of the seat enough to push his over his hips. As soon as you’d kicked your underwear off you repositioned yourself over him, pulling his hands into place on your arse. You sank down onto him, pausing a couple of times to adjust since it had been a few days since you’d had the time for this. Roger dropped his forehead to yours, closing his eyes as you clenched around him. Your breath mingled between your lips, ragged and heavy as you began moving, rocking your hips. His hands squeezed your arse, encouraging you to move faster, grind down harder, and you obeyed, losing yourself in the moment and how incredible it felt to have him back inside you.   “Roger,” you gasped out, “I n-ne-ed,” You didn’t have to finish the sentence before his fingers found your clit again, pulling another string of moans from you as you tilted your head back. “Christ, love,” he groaned, "sound filthy.” You laughed as you dropped your head forward again, pressing your palms against his chest. “Oh, don’t go quiet now, love hearing you moan like that.” You ceased moving and intentionally clenched around Roger, making him whine your name, “Love hearing you too,” “Fuck, keep doing that and I wont be able to last much longer,” You hummed as you squeezed him again, making his breath hitch. His fingers worked faster against your clit, making you whine. You rolled your hips against him as he circled your clit with his thumb, pressing down firmly. It was becoming a competition to see who could make the other cum first. You could feel your orgasm creeping up on you, legs beginning to tremble, body tingling as Roger’s name fell from your lips over and over.   And then, “Fuck, I can’t -,” Roger grunted. His fingers dug into your arse cheek as he came, letting his forehead fall onto your shoulder. You dropped a hand to your clit, desperate to follow him over the edge but he knocked it aside. “I’ve got you, love. As if I’m gonna leave my girl wanting.” You shivered at the words my girl, unable to do anything but nod as he resumed rubbing your clit until you were finally there, cumming with final moan.

He kissed your temple and the tip of your nose and along your jaw as you rode the orgasm out, eventually collapsing against him. “Do you think the neighbours heard?” you asked as soon as you could breathe again. “Wouldn’t be the first time,” he chucked, rubbing your back softly, “More importantly, d’you think they saw?” “Oh god, won’t be able to look any of them in the eye ever again,” you said, burying your face into his shoulder and breathing deeply. When you felt able to move again you shifted off his lap, letting the oversized shirt you wore cover you. He let go of you slowly, almost reluctantly as you bent to pick up your discarded pants.   “I think it’s time for a shower. Are you right to clean up?” “Course,” You pecked him on the lips before hurrying inside.  

10.35am

The TV was on again but Roger wasn’t watching it. He always did this, put the TV or radio or a record on as “background noise,” while he was doing other things. Said he couldn’t stand the sound of a silent house. You grabbed the book you were currently reading from the coffee table where you’d left it last night while you waited for Rog to get home. You’d had to stop reading and put it aside when your eyes got too heavy and itchy to continue, opting to doze in front of whatever was playing on late night TV instead. Roger was on the couch, feet up on the table, engrossed in this morning's newspaper. Your bare feet padded across the rug as you made your way to the other side of the couch, sitting next to Roger. He looked over at you, as you settled, reaching out, letting his fingers brush over your bare leg. “What’re you doing?” you asked without looking up from your book. “Nothing,” he pulled his hand back quickly, “you’re in shorts.” You shrugged, “too hot for jeans.” He was quiet again, tuning the page of the paper. You looked over as he hesitantly reached for you again, his hand resting on your leg. “What’s gotten into you today?” “What d’you mean?” his eyes remained on his paper but he wasn’t really reading. “I don’t know, you just seem....different. Is everything okay?” “Peachy.” He flashed you a reassuring smile but it didn’t totally easy your mind. “Are you sure?” “Y/N, I promise everything is good. But if you really wanna make sure you could come a little closer.” You giggled, shuffling over until you could lay down with your head in his lap, letting your freshly washed and blow-dried hair fan out above you.   “You right there?” “Peachy,” you replied as you finally settled and reopened your book. Roger laughed softly, turning the page of the paper.  

12.18pm

Your stomach rumbled for the third time in under a minute. “Someone’s hungry,” Roger said from behind you, running his fingers over your back as you bent over to look in the fridge. “I didn’t really eat much breakfast, did I?” “Mmm, and who’s fault was that?” You gave him a pointed look as you shut the fridge door. “I’m just saying, if you weren’t quite so...” “Think very carefully before you finish that sentence Taylor,” “Insatiable,” “Thin fucking ice,” you said poking him in the chest but your laugh gave you away, “But seriously Rog, what are we doing for lunch?” “Why don’t we go to that café you like so much?” he rubbed your arm, almost light enough for you not to notice “Really? Thought you hated that place.” “I never said hate. I just think their service could be better. And the food. And the coffee.” You laughed again but it was interrupted by another growl from your stomach, “Theres that Italian place.” “That’s a bit of a drive away. Didn’t really feel like leaving the house for too long today.” “What about...oh! There’s that pub just down the road. We could walk there.” “Sounds great,” he pecked you on the forehead, “lemme grab my wallet and we can go.”  

The sun was warm on your skin as you walked hand in hand down the street with Roger. He’d laced his fingers through yours almost as soon as you were out of the door, squeezing your hand tight. “Don’t look now Rog, but that nosy bitch Mrs Green is in her garden again.” “Christ. I swear she keeps selling shit about me to the press. Has she got her camera on her?" “Don’t think so. You wanna cut across the road and loop round the block? It’ll take us a little longer but we’ll avoid her.” “Nah, you’ll die of hunger if we do that.” He grinned at you, “Why don’t we give her something to gossip about instead?” He dropped your hand, instead looping his arm around your waist and pulling you into his side. You giggled, leaning into him, as his hand slipped down your side to your grab your arse. “Roger!” you gasped in faux shock as you walked in front of Mrs Green’s yard. You could see her peaking at you from behind her roses. “Sorry lovie, couldn’t resist,” he said pulling you into his arms so you could hide your laughter in his chest. He chuckled quietly into your neck as he slipped his other hand to your arse as well, pulling your hips against his. You saw movement out of the corner of your eye – Mrs Green had moved for a better look, pretending to tend her garden. “Bet she wishes she could get a photo for the paper,” Roger whispered as he moved to kiss you, slowly, deeply, as if you had no one watching and nowhere to be. When he broke the kiss you were left stunned, eyes fluttering open as you tried to remember how to breath. It was crazy how he could make you feel this way so easily. And it wasn’t even like he’d just come back from tour or anything. You’d seen him every day this week, even if it was in between your work and his long hours with the boys discussing album ideas. But here you were, in the middle of the street, damn near swooning because of a single kiss. “Alright, love, pull yourself together,” Roger chuckled, taking you by the hand again, “or have you forgotten about lunch?”

4.05pm  

You crept towards your bedroom not wanting to disturb Roger from his nap. After lunch he’d come home and collapsed on the couch, fighting off sleep until you convinced him to just go hop into bed. He’d looked wrecked as he slowly made his way upstairs and the last thing you wanted to do was wake him from a sleep he seemed to really need, but you really needed something new to do and you knew there were a few magazines by your bed you had yet to read. As you tiptoed through the dark room the lump in the bed stirred and Roger poked his head out from under the covers. “Sorry, honey, didn’t mean to disturb you,” “No, ‘s alright, was awake anyway. What’re you doing?” “Was just gonna grab a magazine. I cannot watch another minute of daytime television.” Roger laughed softly, rubbing sleep from his eyes as he sat up, “Why don’t you join me in here instead?” “Roger Taylor are you trying to get me into bed?” “My motives are purely innocent, I promise.” He threw the covers back, tapping the spot next to him. You unbuttoned your shorts, wiggling out of them before you joined him. “I wanted to be comfortable, sue me,” you said in response to the look he gave you. “Alright, love. Just don’t try and jump me.” “In your dreams.” You snuggled up next to Roger, letting the cosiness of the covers and his arms envelop you, “You sleep okay?” “Yeah. Really well.” “Good, you looked awful,” “Thanks a lot,” “Shut up, you know what I mean. Just looked like you needed some rest,” “Well it was bound to catch up with me after all the late nights me and the boys have been pulling this week. Plus, y’know, didn’t sleep great last night,” You placed your hand on his chest, feeling his heartbeat quicken under your palm, “My poor honey. The nightmare was that bad?” “Yeah. Recurring too. Woke up a couple of times but whenever I dropped off again, I was back.” “Do you remember it now?” “Not entirely. Bits of it. Know you were in it.” His voice was so quiet you could barely hear him, even with how close you were, but his arm around your back squeezed you tighter, finger tips digging into your side.” That explained it then, why he’d been so needy today. Why he was constantly reaching for you, pulling you onto his lap, grabbing your hand, reassuring himself you were still there, still okay.   “Rog, I-” “You don’t have to say anything, Y/N. You made them stop already.”   You curled yourself into his side more, “That’s what I’m here for.” You could feel his smile as he kissed the top of your head, “Don’t know what I’d do without you,” he mumbled into your hair.   “You’d be completely lost I’m sure,” you giggled, looking up at him. “Hey, I’m trying to have a sincere moment with you, mind not laughing?” “Oops,” “Oops?” He shook his head, smile growing as he looked at you, “Really? That’s the best you could come up with?” “Well I had something better but you told me not to jump you,” “You mean something like this?” he leaned down, catching your lips in a soft kiss that made your heart swell, lingering after he broke away.   “Close, but more like this,” you said softly, pulling him back in. You rested your hand on his jaw as the kiss continued, light, unhurried and sweet enough to pull a sigh of contentment from Roger.   He hummed against your lips as you pulled back, his thumb stroking your knee absentmindedly, “Yours was better.” “Think I need to see yours again before I can decide,” Roger burst out laughing, hiding his face in your neck, “That was the cheesiest line I’ve ever fucking heard.” “Just kiss me again,” you said through your own laughter.  

Both of you were still giggling when he did, leaning into you so much you found yourself falling against the pillows. Roger’s nose bumped yours as he followed you, determined to keep your lips connected. His fingers trailed over your stomach, pushing your shirt up above your bellybutton. A soft moan slipped out of your mouth, much to Roger’s delight. “I will never get tired of that sound,” he said as he pushed himself up, straddling your thighs, “Or your tits.” He slid his hand from your stomach to your chest over your shirt, squeezing one of your breasts softly, letting his fingers spread over your chest and then bringing them back together, trapping your nipple in between two of them. He dragged his hand over to your other breast, tracing the outline of your nipple as he grinned down at you. Your breathing sped up as he slowly pushed your shirt up, exposing your breasts to the cool air for a moment before he cupped them, flicking your nipples with his thumbs. Each teasing touch sent a jolt through you, heightening your need for more.   “Rog,” you whined, raising your hand to his knee and trailing it up the inside of his thigh until you felt the unmistakable bulge of his half hard cock. You ran your hand over his length, feeling him harden under your palm, until he grabbed your wrist to stop you. “Alright, love, I get the hint, I’ll stop teasing.” He climbed off you, giving both of you the chance to remove your underwear. As soon as you were free of yours you raised your legs, placing your feel flat on the mattress so Roger could move between them. He leaned down to kiss you again, swiping his tongue over your lower lip as he swiped his fingers along your folds. He let two fingers slip into you, drawing another soft moan from you. You raised your hips, needing more and he pulled his fingers from you entirely, replacing them with his cock before you could so much as whimper. His hips rolled against you, making you gasp into his mouth and clutch at the sheets. You wrapped your legs around him, encouraging him to sink deeper as his tongue brushed against yours. His pace was measured and slow, each thrust stealing another breath from you, another small noise that he gladly swallowed. Your heart sung as he blindly found one of your hands, lacing your fingers together. It was such an innocent gesture and yet it set your whole body to tingling, especially when his lips left yours and you opened your eyes to see him smiling at you. “You are so beautiful,” he whispered, trailing small kisses along your collar bone and up your neck. Your eyes dropped shut again as his other hand found your clit, pulling a longer, louder moan from your throat as you arched your back. He timed his fingers to the opposite of his hips, stroking your clit as he withdrew from you and then removing his fingers as he sunk back in. You were panting in no time, your orgasm building as he consistently stimulated you, and you said a silent thankyou to the universe that you’d fallen for a drummer of all people. You tilted your head back and he attached himself to your neck, sucking at the junction of your jaw. “Let go, love,” he urged you, hot breath brushing over your skin. All it took was his fingers on your clit again and your release was rolling through you, a moan hanging in the air. Roger’s breath hitched as you tightened around him, pulling him into his own orgasm.  

5.45pm

The sound of Led Zeppelin blasting from Roger’s record player followed him as he returned to the kitchen. You’d been taking it in turns to choose the music as as you cooked dinner. Neither of you wanted too much after the big lunch you’d had so you’d settled on a simple quiche, easy to whip up, easy to save leftovers for tomorrow. You had just closed the oven door when Roger spun you around. “Alright, which finger did you burn this time?” “None of them you git. I can actually cook without injuring myself y’know,” You reached for your half drunk glass of wine but Roger grabbed your hand, pulling you away from the bench. “What’re you doing Rog?” His hands slipped down to your waist, pushing and pulling until you let your hips move to the rhythm of the music. “I don’t know that Immigrant Song is that great for dancing too,” you laughed as he pulled you closer. Roger ignored you, singing along somewhat exaggeratedly in an effort to make you laugh again. He spun you out under his arm, breaking into a grin when he heard you giggle. He let you go as the song faded out and you turned back towards your waiting drink, only to be stopped as his arms wrapped around your waist, making you squeal. “C’mon love, this is a good one.” he said, pulling you into him as the opening notes of Since I’ve Been Lovin’ You kicked in. You relaxed into him as you swayed to the slower tune, his arms around your stomach, holding you tight. Slowly you turned, looping your arms behind him, as he dropped his forehead to yours. He was humming along to the song, and you were so close you could feel the rumble in his chest before you heard the next note. The record skipped. ���Fuck,” Roger said, breaking the spell you’d been under as he hurried out to see what the problem was.  

9.50pm

“Okay, what do you think of this?” Roger, sitting in the armchair he’d found you half asleep in that morning, played a quick riff on the guitar he was holding.   You looked over from where you were curled up on the couch, “I love it. Is that one of the one’s you’ve been working on this week?” “I’ve been playing with it for a couple of days but I haven’t shown the others yet. Wanted to get a more solid grasp on it first,”   “Well it sounds great already,” He smiled at you before looking back down at the guitar, running through the notes again, “you don’t mind me playing, do you? I know it’s getting late.” “No, keep going. I can’t say the neighbours are gonna thank you for it, but y’know how much I love watching you play.” “Keep it in your pants, Y/N.”   “And here I was thinking about blowing you,” An off note rang through the room as Roger’s fingers slipped and his head snapped up. You tried to look as innocent as possible, resting your head on the back of your hand and you watched him. He mumbled something as he turned back to the guitar. “Sorry honey, didn’t catch that.” “I said, you’re fucking insatiable,” he was still playing as he spoke, trying to act uninterested but not fully succeeding. You sat up, stretching your arms and legs with a not altogether necessary moan, noting the way his gaze flicked towards you as he shifted his legs. “Pot, kettle, black,” you said repositioning yourself on the couch. Roger’s shoulders sagged slightly when he realised you weren’t dropping to your knees in front of him.   “All I’m saying is you’ve come onto me three times today now. That’s the fucking definition of insatiable.” “Uh, I’m pretty sure the second time was on you.” “Bullshit.” “Actually, the first time was on you as well. Pulling me onto your lap like that.” “Bullshit Miss I-need-to-readjust,”   “Plus there was that whole ‘lets put on a show for Mrs Green’ thing.” “That doesn’t count.” “Face it, Rog, you’re just as slutty as me.” He was quiet for a moment, staring at you, and you wondered if you’d crossed a line. But then the silence was broken by his laughter as he tried to say, “Guess that’s why we work so well together.” You laughed too, relieved you hadn’t unwittingly hurt him.   “For the record, I never called you a slut, love.” He said as he turned back to the guitar, “I could’ve, but I didn’t,” he threw you a wink. You rolled your eyes, “Do you want that blow job or not?”

12.23am

“I liked having you all to myself today,” you said with a yawn, pressing yourself back against Roger. He hummed a sleepy, “me too,” against the back of your neck, his arms tightening around you, “nice not to be interrupted by anything for once.” “Almost a shame it all goes back to normal tomorrow. Wish I didn’t have to go to work.” “Even if you did stay home, we’d still have Freddie knocking down the door to find me.” You giggled softly, “probably for the best you go then. Chances are he’d catch us fucking, drag you away before either of us finish.” “Yes, lets avoid that.” “You’ll be home tomorrow night though?” “Think so. Might be a bit late, but I’ll call if I think I’ll end up staying at Fred’s. No need for you to wait up.” “Yeah yeah. Probably will though.” You felt him sigh behind you, “What am I going to do with you? “Wake up early enough and you can do whatever you want to me before I leave for work.” “Christ, Y/N.” “Love you too, Rog,”

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Connor RK800 - Hurt

Reader: Female, human Warnings: Swear words and injuries Word Count: 4021

Y/N - Your name Y/LN - Your last name Y/EC - Your eye colour

Y/N's POV

I sat at my desk, mindlessly scrolling through deviant case files. Half of them were pointless. Most deviants hadn't even committed crimes, they just wanted to be free, but then again, I’m not getting paid to sympathise.

I read through about two more until I started to get restless. Today had been a long day and I decided that now was the perfect time for my third cup of coffee. I walked tiredly over to the machine and switched it on, placing my mug underneath and waiting for it to do its job. 

Swinging my legs as I sat on the counter, I listened to the various conversations that were loud enough to reach the break room. Nothing very interesting had happened today and I was quite ready to head home. I yawned tiredly and stretched my legs out, craving my bed.

Hank soon joined me at the coffee machine, handing me my mug as he put his under. I closed my eyes and took a short sip before turning my attention towards the lieutenant.

"How're those deviant cases going, Hank?" I asked boredly.

He scoffed and shook his head, facing me with an irritated expression, "Fucking fantastic." I let a breath out of my nose in appreciation of his sarcasm as I took another sip of coffee.

"Yeah, I've got the same luck."

The lieutenant sighed and pulled a chair out to sit on.

"Man do I wish this was scotch." He mumbled into his cup. I cracked a smile at his grumbling but said nothing else, allowing a comfortable silence to sink into the room. That was until a certain android walked in hurriedly.

"Lieutenant Anderson, Detective Y/LN. A deviant has been reported downtown and we have to leave now if we wish to catch them." He stated, ignoring our resistant attitudes. I slid off of the counter, downing the rest of my coffee in one go and trudging towards the exit, not happy that I would have to put effort in so close to the end of my shift.

"Detective, your facial expression and body language suggests that you are frustrated and irritated, are you alright?" The Android sounded so sincere, I almost felt bad for being grumpy.

"I'm fine Connor, I'm just tired and want to go home." I smiled at him tiredly, not wanting him to worry. "And Connor, call me Y/N. You're basically the only other person I'm friends with except from Hank." He nodded and turned to the old man who was still prying himself from his comfortable sitting position.  

___

Hank drove to the scene whilst mumbling grumpily. I couldn't understand what he was saying, but I could guess that it was a string of profanities and complaints. Connor sat peacefully next to him, completely ignoring Hank's behaviour and instead taking in his surroundings. I could tell what he was doing from the yellow flashes that his LED made every now and then. In a matter of minutes I had dozed off in the back seat, grateful for the opportunity to get some rest.

___

I woke up to Connor gently shaking me, I wasn't sure how long I'd been asleep for, but I could tell that it wasn't long enough. I swatted the android's hand away and curled up so that I faced away from him, keeping my eyes firmly shut.

"Now Detective, this is very unprofessional. I think it would be best if you got out of the car without anymore resistance." I shook my head. I knew that Connor and Hank could handle this without my help. I didn't care if I was acting childish, sleep had taken me and I'd be damned if someo-

"Connor! Put me down." I cried out in surprise. I had hoped that he would let me be, but now he was carrying me bridal-style towards the building where the deviant was last spotted.

He placed me down gently next to Hank as he looked at me and smirked, "Nice of you to join us Y/LN."

I scowled at him and then turned towards Connor who had a slightly amused expression on his face.

"Fine. Let's just find him and get him back to the station."

I stalked off in determination, not caring about the case file or any other information. I just wanted to catch him quickly and get home to my bed.

___

Hank, Connor and I had scoured the first two floors of the building, finding absolutely nothing. I was ready to walk out until I heard some footsteps from upstairs. I turned automatically to Connor, who seemed to have heard it too. I nodded at him and we moved cautiously towards the staircase. From what little information Connor had forced upon me, I knew we were dealing with a hostile threat. I silently drew my gun and made my way up the concrete stairs, Connor following close behind.

As soon as I reached the top my attention was drawn to a figure at the end of the hallway, carefully opening a window.

"Detroit Police! Freeze!" I yelled out, causing the deviant's LED to flash red as he whipped around and saw me. Without a second thought, he jumped through the window.

Fuck it.

All or nothing.

I charged towards the window as I heard Connor yell after me. I shook off his protests and jumped through the window, grabbing on to a drainage pipe so that I didn't fall straight towards the ground. As soon as I landed, I spotted the deviant running down the street. I didn't have to blink before my adrenaline kicked in and I charged down after him, weaving in and out of the pedestrians that were still wandering around this late at night. He seemed to take every twist and turn possible, making it very hard to catch up to him as well as staying a good ten metres in front of me during the chase which was infuriating. I could hear Connor and Hank running behind me, but I still pushed my body further to catch the deviant.

I watched as the his hat flew off, revealing short blonde hair underneath. I was gaining on him and from the expression on his face every time he turned around I could tell that he was panicking. However, he still had the upper hand. Although I trained everyday and adrenaline was pumping through my veins, my stamina would not last forever like the deviant's.

I continued sprinting down the streets of Detroit until I felt a large, hard impact on my right side. Before my brain could comprehend what was going on I was sent hurtling through the air, landing harshly on the sidewalk.

It was as if all the breath had been forcefully punched out of my lungs and I struggled to gulp in air. My head had hit the concrete very hard and I could feel a sticky substance underneath it. My grazed arms immediately clutched my side and I winced as I felt where the vehicle had impacted me. I then looked down to my legs that were still lying halfway in the road. The exposed skin underneath my leggings and above my trainers was red raw and stung like a bitch. I couldn't help groaning in pain as I looked around me, my head was spinning and I found it hard to focus.

However, I could still see the deviant running down the street and I hurried to push myself back up, but every muscle was fragile and shaking and I found myself unable to regain balance. I couldn't even sit upright.

Though my ears were ringing loudly, I could make out the panicked yells of my name being called from somewhere close by. I blinked quickly as I tried to recognise the figure that was running towards me.

Connor.

Knowing that he would reach me soon I laid my head back on the ground and continued trying to breath as black spots dotted my vision. My eyelids became heavy and most of my body hurt but I fought off the temptation to fall asleep, knowing it could be fatal.

"Y/N! Stay awake, stay awake for me, come on." Connor's voice was almost unrecognisable now that I listened to it. It was dripping with worry that I didn't even know he could formulate. His soft hand cupped my cheek and moved my head carefully so that I faced him. I tried to smile but it came out as more of a grimace.

"Connor. I just wanted to take a nap in the fucking car. Now look at me... Never say that I don't do my job." I croaked out, reaching my hand towards his for some comfort through the pain. He didn't seem to recognise my attempt at humour as he looked at me in distress, however he immediately gripped on to my hand.

"I- I'm sorry Y/N. I didn't think this would happ-" he started worriedly but I cut him off.

"It's alright Connor, I'm only joking. It's not your fault." I smiled at him gently as I squeezed his hand. His other hand still cupped my cheek as he stroked it with his thumb comfortingly.

"I've called an ambulance, it should be here in six minutes and thirty seven seconds. You've got to stay awake until then." He sounded desperate now. I guess he could tell that I was close to passing out. It was probably from the head injury - I had no way of knowing if there was any blood loss and I wasn't sure if I wanted to know.

I nodded as I looked into his face. I had never seen him hold this much emotion before.

"Shit Y/N. Why the fuck did you run like that? You should've just let him get away." Hank suddenly said, my eyes pried themselves away from Connor and towards the Lieutenant. I let out a painful breath of laughter as I watched him pant.

"I realise that now, Hank. If only I could see the future."

He shook his head at me and moved my legs out of the road. The sudden movement of my body caused me to let out a cry of pain. I only just noticed how injured I was.

As I let out my strangled cry, I felt Connor's hand grip mine tighter. I looked back over to him to see a distraught look on his face, he was scanning my body as his LED flashed yellow and occasionally red. What was going through his head?

"Y/N. You have a sprained ankle as well as three broken ribs and a head injury. I cannot detect any internal bleeding but several layers of skin are missing from your legs and causing you to bleed as well as the injury on your head. I won't apply pressure to it for comfort's sake even though it is also bleeding, however it is not fatal. You have a seventy three percent survival chance and I suggest not causing anymore movement from here on out." Connor explained in a hurry.  

I squeezed his hand reassuringly and nodded slowly. My chance of survival wasn't great but I didn't care. Whether I died or was saved, my pain would still come to an end and I could finally get some fucking rest.

I felt my eyelids begin to grow heavy and it was getting harder and harder to keep them open.

"Y/N. You cannot fall asleep. You have a bad concussion and if you fall unconscious you could die. You've only got another 2 minutes and seven seconds but you have to stay awake!"

If I had been in any good state of mind I would have questioned Connor's terrified voice, but instead I listened and tried my hardest to stay awake. I decided that talking was my best bet.

"So... Connor. How's Android life treating you?" I asked in a desperate attempt to maintain consciousness. Connor picked up on this and started talking straight away, still gripping on to my hand.

"I was doing very well with my mission until you got hit by a car." He said, uncertain of what answer to give. I smiled amusedly, enjoying the honesty in his voice.

"Y/N, how's human life treating you?" He asked back, a reluctant smile creeping on to his face.

I smiled back. "I was doing pretty well with my chase until I got hit by a car."

I heard Hank chuckle somewhere close by me, "You sound a lot more positive now that you're dying than you did when you were fine."

I glanced over in his direction, feeling Connor tense at the word dying.

"I prefer being a bitch when I'm certain that I can live to apologise. Which reminds me, Hank, I'm sorry for being a bitch in the office. You just get on my nerves sometimes." I chuckled dryly, trying not to think about the fact that I could die here.

"Don't apologise, apologise when you're dead." Hank smiled.

I felt Connor start stroking my cheek with his thumb again, I leant against his hand comfortably until I heard sirens blaring in the distance.

"That's my ride guys. I'll see you later then?" I smiled.

Hank scoffed.

"We're going all the way to the hospital with you and staying until you wake up and we know that you're better." He said firmly. I smiled and looked up at the sky, enjoying the comfort that Connor was giving me. I refused to die, but this wouldn't be the worst way to go.

I heard the screech of brakes and sirens come to a halt.

I was safe now.

___

Before I had even opened my eyes I could tell that the room was bright. The pain that I had felt all over my body however long ago had now disappeared. My rib cage was sore, as was my head and legs, and there was a warmth in my hand that I couldn't explain but appreciated.

When I finally managed to open my eyes, the first thing they landed on was Connor. My heart fluttered as I realised he was still holding my hand, just like he had been when I finally closed my eyes and blacked out. He appeared to be deep in thought as he hadn't yet noticed that I was awake. With as much strength as I could muster, I squeezed his hand so that he was aware of my presence.

His head immediately snapped towards me and I watched relief flood into his eyes. I smiled weakly at him as he pulled his chair closer towards my hospital bed.

"Y/N, you're awake." He said softly. I melted at the sound of his voice, not knowing that he had such a caring side to him.

"Better than ever."

He frowned at this statement.

"I don't think that's true. You still have some bones broken and I think you'll find it difficult to walk." He said worriedly.

I laughed quietly to myself and watched as he smiled in confusion. My smile faltered though, as I realised how painful laughing was.

"It's just a thing people say, Con. Thank you for being here, it means a lot to me." I told him sincerely, leaning into his hand as he once again cupped my cheek. His warm brown orbs stating into my Y/EC ones.

"Hank and I said we'd be here until you felt better. He had to get some rest but I'm not going anywhere. I promise." Connor said sweetly, "But I'd avoid laughing or breathing too quickly for the time being, when your lungs expand they push against your rib cage, which will cause you a lot of pain... I don't want you to feel anymore pain, Y/N." His cheeks appeared to have a tinge of blue dusting them after he had finished speaking.

If I wasn't already melting inside, I certainly was now.

I had always liked the Android a bit more than I should have, but having him in this environment solidified my feelings for him. I didn't care if they could be returned or not, I was still just enjoying his company.

"Thank you Connor, I'll keep that in mind."

___

Connor and I talked until Hank got back to the hospital. I felt a lot calmer having the two of them by my side, none of my family lived in Detroit so if Hank and Connor weren't here for me I'd be very much alone.

After about an hour or so, they were both called out for another deviant case. I wasn't as upset as I thought I'd be; I had some time to sleep now. Connor seemed to find it difficult to leave my side, which was very sweet, but I told him that he had a job to do and couldn't look after me 24/7.

Each day went like this for another week, every time the pair came into the hospital I sensed tension. Although I didn't know what had happened, the story of deviants demanding equal rights and justice was all over the news. I had to be in hospital for another five days and therefore wasn't allowed back in the field. I was slightly relieved by this, because the more reports I saw on the hospital tv opposite my bed, the more I began to question what side I was on.

___

The date was November 11th when I woke up from a nap, glancing at the TV absentmindedly as I scanned the room, but something on it caught my eye and pulled me out of my dazed state.

There on the screen stood Markus - the leader of the Android's revolution. He was surrounded by darkness and snow, not to mention the thousands of Androids that crowded around him. He stood on top of what appeared to be a metal storage unit, with some other androids around him.

I listened to his speech and smiled at what he had accomplished, finally realising who was right and who was wrong. But as I looked closer, I noticed a familiar face in the background.

"Connor?" I mumbled confusedly.

It was definitely Connor, and there he stood at the front of a revolution. My face lit up as I realised what this meant; Connor was a deviant. He had finally broken through his programming. I couldn't have been prouder. I could tell from his mood changes that he'd been fighting off emotions recently, he always seemed conflicted when we spoke of his work.

I waited patiently for the next hour, knowing that no matter what the situation was, Connor would still come to check on me after he'd finished with the day's tasks.

Just before I was about to doze off again, the door to my room opened and in walked a flustered looking Connor. As soon as his eyes met mine he smiled brightly. I couldn't help but beam back at him, admiring how adorable he looked with a smile.

"Y/N, how are you feeling?" He asked me as he took his usual seat next to my bed.

I smiled up at him and took his hand, not missing the baby blue shade that his cheeks had turned.

"I'm feeling a lot better, Connor. The question is, how are you feeling?" I asked grinning.

"I'm afraid I have deviated, but I am finding it a rather... enjoyable experience." He said shyly, as if his deviation would irritate me in some way.

"Are you enjoying all of your new emotions?" I asked him curiously, wondering what he had already been able to feel.

His soft brown eyes met mine as he thought about what to say. I had always found it very cute that Connor spent so much time choosing the right words for things.

"I'm liking some emotions more than others..." he trailed off.

I looked at him but frowned as he looked away, almost... embarrassed?

I bit my lip and decided to ask him more about his view on things. I knew he was probably confused about what he was feeling, heck, even I was sometimes - and I'm human.

"Like what?"

Connor finally met my gaze, fiddling with my fingers as he held my hand. I smiled warmly as encouragement.

"Whenever I spend time around you, I'm filled with this pleasant sensation. I suppose you'd call it happiness but... it's stronger than that. There's this... unexplainable warmth inside of me, and when you're not there, it goes." He paused to see my reaction and immediately noticed my burning cheeks. This seemed to give him a spout of confidence.

"Y/N."

"Connor?"

He cautiously moved towards me, leaving his seat and instead leaning against the side of my bed. I bit my lip as his hand cupped the side of my head.

"Would it be alright if I kissed you?" He asked quietly, his head cocking to the side.

I nodded in response and closed my eyes as my hands wound their way up Connor's arms and rested at the back of his neck. It barely took a second for his lips to land on mine. The kiss wasn't heavy or heated. It was careful; calculated. It was soft and warm and loving. My heart seemed to stop for a few seconds before beating twice as fast.

He pulled away far too quickly for my liking, but stayed in the same position.

"I'm aware that humans kiss when they are romantically interested in another." He stated innocently.

I laughed lightly and kissed him again, pulling away to see the stunned look on his face.

I smirked, "Guess I'm romantically interested in you too."

___

As soon as I had been released from the hospital I had to go back to work. I didn't mind - it kept me busy. Connor insisted on driving me to work, saying that driving myself would be too dangerous. I disagreed. I knew that I could drive just fine with a half-broken ankle, I just didn't want to put myself in that much pain. Connor seemed different since the Android revolution. He seemed happier and more relaxed. He was still invested in his job but wasn't as fixed on specific tasks. I liked it. He had also gotten rid of his LED and no longer wore his Cyberlife jacket.

Once we arrived at the DPD, Connor told me to wait in the car for a few moments. I could guess what he was doing and smiled as he opened the car door for me, offering his hand out to help me up. I wobbled a little but quickly found my balance.

Connor then shut the car door and locked it, before taking me by the waist to help me indoors.

Once the two of us had checked in to the building, I looked up at the large flight of stairs.

"Well, Fuck." I mumbled before edging towards them. I didn't get very far before I felt a tug on my hand. The handsome Android behind me pulled me towards him, frowning slightly.

"Y/N, I think you'll find it quite painful to walk up those stairs." He said softly.

I laughed lightly, "I know Con, but it's only one flight and there's no lift, why? Were you going to carry me?"

Although I knew I was joking, Connor didn't hesitate to pick me up and hold me in his arms. I let out a small squeal and wrapped my arms around his neck. He smiled down at me and pecked my lips quickly before walking up the stairs.

"Although you'd re perfectly capable of walking to work, I have no problem with carrying you for a minute." He murmured.

"I don't have a problem with it either." I chuckled.

As soon as we arrived at the top, Connor set me down gently, ensuring that I didn't put too much pressure on the wrong leg. Before I limped off to my desk, he quickly kissed my cheek and wandered off to join Hank, who was gaping at the two of us. I only laughed and shook my head. The office was going to be a fun place to work.

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Greedy

She looked in the mirror, gazing up and down, this was the one. She was wearing a lace black long line bra with matching panties, she placed one of his t-shirts over the top and looked herself up and down, no way would he ignore this one. She had been texting him and begging him to let her come over for a few days now, yes all she wanted was sex, but there was something more about him, the cuddles after and the care he provided her, the open invitation to stay whenever she pleased, things she dearly wished for but could never bring herself to actually do.

When they started this they both agreed, purely sexual, as if it was actually going to work out, as if they were the only exception to no feelings. She was the one to develop feelings it was always the girls, getting too attached to it. Maybe that's why he was pushing her away, pretending he was always doing something, always had plans, couldn't be bothered, he probably knew and this was his way to let her down gently. Bullshit to that she thought slamming the door behind her, climbing into her car taking the short trip to surprise him.

He sat scrolling through her twitter account, laughing at her lame ass tweets and her horrible sense of humour. He had fallen head over heels with her and was trying everything to get her to stop coming over, stop jumping on his dick any second she got. He threw his head back, hitting slightly harder on the back of the couch than he would have expected, he rubbed the sore part of his head locking his phone and throwing it down. She had texted him again today, asking the same question as always, he cared for her far too much for this to be casual sex for much longer.

He had dozed off on the couch, a knock on the door had awoken him as he groggily rubbed his eyes and the side of his head, he let out a yawn and a stretch before trudging over to the door. He swung the door open revealing her, in nothing but one of his shirts and a coat, Jesus she must be freezing he thought. Grabbing her hand and pulling her into the apartment, she smiled in delight.

‘Jesus put on some clothes, you must be freezing!’ He lectured grabbing her coat and throwing some shorts at her, she placed them over the arm of the chair pouting. He looked exceptionally cute at the moment, hair sticking up in different directions, soft orange jumper pulled over his hands, eyes half closed due to his nap. She ran her hand over his chest still pouting, he shuddered under her touch closing his eyes, letting himself enjoy it before he has to stop it.

‘But baby, I wanted your attention, I’m so needy, and it’s been ages since we have seen each other, I need help.’ She spoke in a sultry tone pulling the shirt over her head, throwing it down next to the shorts she locked her eyes with his, reaching out to him again. He backed away ever so slightly avoiding her touch, she huffed out a breath in frustration finally letting her facade drop.

‘I don’t get you Jimin, I’m literally serving myself on a plate for you and you don’t want it! I Can’t understand, what do you want from me for FUCK sake!’ She raised her hand to slam it on his chest, but before she could make contact he was holding both of her wrists in his hands, she looked up into his eyes enjoying the lust swimming around in them.

‘Watch your mouth kitten, you know how much I value manners.’ She smirked finally getting exactly what she wanted, she yanked her hand out of his grip testing to see how far she could push him.

‘Oh you value manners do you? Do you consider not texting someone back to be rude? I sure as hell do!’ His face softened quickly making her think maybe she pushed the wrong buttons. He walked towards her slowly grabbing her wrists gently, bringing them up to his mouth he kissed them before running a thumb across her cheek.

‘We can talk about that later but right now, in the bedroom, your behaviour is appalling.’ She bit her lip trying to hold back her smirk, running towards the room, she could hear his footsteps behind her making her whole body tingle in anticipation.

She lay down on the bed, on top of his sheets. He thought he had control, over himself, over this, over this entire fucking relationship, but she had so much power over him he couldn’t make sense of any rational thought with her around. He walked through the bedroom door, half way through taking his shirt off, he threw it somewhere into the room, he eyed her lying on the bed, waiting patiently for some treatment. That’s not what he had in mind tonight, that’s not what she would be getting.

‘Look at you lying there like you deserve anything from me, you’ve begged and begged all week, that’s not what good girls do. On the floor on your knees kitten, tonight’s all about daddy.’ She submitted instantly, crawling off the bed slowly sinking down onto her knees. He unbuttoned his trousers letting her yank them down the rest of the way, boxers following closely behind. She licked her lips in anticipation seeing his dick right in front of her face, but she knew she couldn’t do anything until he told her to, looking up at him, her eyes pleaded.

‘Fuck, you really know what control you have over me don’t you? Go ahead kitten, treat daddy good.’ He spoke lulling his head back, waiting for her lips to connect with the tip. Her tongue swiped gently over the tip gathering the pre cum and spreading it around, mixing with her saliva, his head rolled forward to look down at her, grabbing a fist full of her hair, keeping it out her face. She looked up at him quickly, kitten licks and puppy dog eyes causing a low guttural moan to vibrate through his chest and tumble off his tongue. She let the tip slip past her lips taking it fully into her mouth, pushing herself further and further down the length, he let out a hum of satisfaction when he hit the back of her throat, hips jutting forward on instinct. She gagged slightly, letting a moan vibrate her vocal cords right onto the tip of him. He knew her well enough to know that meant keep going, he pulled himself back slightly letting her suck a breath in before shoving himself slowly but brutally into the back of her throat. He did it a couple times before she patted his thighs, telling him it was time to stop. He got down on his knees right at her level taking her drool covered chin into his hand.

‘God you do so well, on the bed princess, I guess you deserve a reward.’ Her legs shook for a moment before collapsing straight onto the bed. He climbed over her body, pulling the skimpy panties down and throwing them in the same random direction as his shirt. He leaned down, pressing gentle kisses onto her inner thighs licking and nipping at the same time, he got closer and closer to her crotch before she patted his shoulder getting his attention.

‘Not tonight daddy please, I missed you so much I just want to feel you inside me.’ His heart leaped for a moment. She didn’t want the usual stuff, she didn’t need the foreplay, she just needed him. He crawled up the bed hovering completely over her, he stroked her cheek gently with his thumb, pushing his lips gently and lovingly onto hers.

‘God you’re so beautiful.’ He whispered, positioning himself before sliding in easily. ‘You’re so wet baby. You really did miss me huh?’ She nodded after regaining her breath, he gave her no warning for that, he slipped himself in, balls deep with no warning, the burn hurt and delighted her all in the same second.

‘So much daddy, I missed you so fucking much.’ She said bucking her hips up, begging, pleading him to just move.

‘No daddy just now, please, I just need you here, with me, just say Jimin.’ Her face bloomed the colour of cherry blossoms, that was intimate, not sexual, just purely intimate. She nodded having no words, that was enough to let him start. He started off slow, hitting all the right places, she moaned one after the other. Nails pulling themselves down his back, gasps and breaths sounding from both, hitting off the walls and bouncing back. He continued pressing gentle kisses on her lips, her jaw, her neck, anywhere he could find. It was the most vanilla and intimate sex they had ever had, and it gave her chills.

‘Faster, please I’m so close Jimin fuck.’ He loved hearing his name fall from her lips, loved the way it sounded combined with moans and groans, with profanities and vulgar context. He buried his face into her neck, picking up the pace of his hips, instead of grinding into her he was more slapping his hips against hers, making sure to still hit the right places. She screamed out a few moments later, using his name, not daddy, not sir, none of the usual kinky stuff, just his name tumbling loudly out her lips. That was enough to send him over the edge, hips stuttering as he felt himself letting go, body collapsing onto hers in exhaustion.

After cleaning themselves up, they lay side by side, both too scared to utter a word to each other. They both broke their promises tonight, him swearing he wasn’t going to have sex again with her without letting her know how he felt. Her swearing it was just sex, she wouldn’t have feelings this time, she would turn them off.

‘So about me not texting you back...’ He broke the silence with just above a whisper, her head shooting around to look at him, the thought of knowing where this was going scared her, so she butted in quickly.

‘It’s okay, you’re probably bored of me, realised I caught feelings or something. I know this was to just be sex, I got that so if we are breaking things off, can we do it now?’ She babbled, trying to gather up her things, get herself dressed and ready to leave.

‘What the hell are you talking about? Sit your ass back down you babbling buffoon.’ He retaliated, sitting straight up in the bed, patting the space next to him, she took it hesitantly, holding her bra and panties in her hand, to be sitting stark naked in front of him, when he’s about to break things off was 100% the most embarrassing thing to ever happen to her.

‘I’m not dumping you, well dumping doesn’t work here but you know what I mean. I wasn’t texting back because I felt like I was using you, I really fucking like you, like relationship like you. I thought if I didn’t text you back you would get the hint, and just go, but you didn’t. Now I know why.’ He smirked slightly as he ended his rant, everything going on in his head for the past few weeks finally spilling out. ‘You’re totally in love with me.’ He smirked cockily, she rolled her eyes, smacking his arm fondly, rising from the bed she slipped her panties back on.

‘Yeah, okay glad we got that over with, I’m going home, idiot.’ She teased, she hoped he would follow her out the room and that’s exactly what he did, butt naked.

‘Oh come on baby, you know you can’t resist all of this!’ motioning to his fully naked body, she smirked, ready and willing to roast. She looked him up and down a couple of times before shrugging and putting his shirt back on.

‘There’s not all that much to resist if I’m honest.’ She teased, he gasped tackling her to the couch tickling her, giggles escaping her mouth, it was music to his ears. He stopped eventually, fluttering the most gentle kiss on her lips, pulling away quickly letting her chase the feeling.

‘Go on a date with me, breakfast, tomorrow morning.’ He suggested, it wasn’t a question, nor a demand, it was open for her. She nodded, agreeing to it before his sentence was even finished, he giggled at her eagerness, pulling them both off the couch.

‘We have 9 hours before the breakfast place opens, what do you want to do in the meantime?’ He questioned, subtly pulling her back to the bedroom.

‘Oh, I’m sure we can think of something to do...’ She replied suggestively.