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mariinawrites · 1 year

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Mirror Mine - Captain John Price

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Pairing: Captain John Price x Fem!Reader

Tags: nsfw, smut, neck kisses, dom John Price

Recommended songs to listen while reading: Moonlight by Kali Uchis, Babydoll by Ari Abdul, All Mine by PLAZA, Remember by KATIE

Word Count: 3,700~ (approximately)

A/N: One that is a little shorter than I anticipated but that's okay:)))), might make a this a 2-part fic! Minors do not interact!

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You twirled gracefully across the studio performing today’s ballet lesson in front of your group of 15 young girls, the sound of your pointe shoes tapping against the hardwood floor filling the room, as Waltz of the Flowers played gracefully through your speakers, booming through the studio. As a ballet instructor for young girls, you had spent countless hours perfecting your craft, and now it was time to share your love of dance with your students, and you loved your job. You loved teaching them, they were your best pupils always trying their best each lesson.

As your students were in awe of the routine you performed for them, you gave them a warm smile and led them through their exercises with intricate instructions for the day. You watched as each of them pirouetted and pliéd with growing confidence and thinking, and felt a surge of pride at their progress.

However, one student stood out to you – a sweet little girl named Sofia. Timid yet absolutely powerful in her moves, there was emotion and such good timing through her routine, that had you feeling moved by her ballet prowess. You knew she had been practicing well. All your students were excited as their ballet show date was nearing closer and closer, and each one made it their ultimate goal to be ready and sharp the night of the show, and you vowed to help each one to make their performance the best.

Moments later as class was over, it was time to pack up and send each student to their parents waiting outside the studio. But you realized that before you left home, that Sofia’s father was once again late that night, it was probably the 4th time that month. She was waiting outside next to the studio entrance as she swayed side to side lazily clutching her bag.

You smiled gently and walked to her and kept her company and safe in the time being. She smiled as you decided to stay and both waited for her father to pick her up. She was an only child, and her father was a single father. His name was John Price, you did not really know much about his ex-wife, besides the fact that she chose not to be with John and their newborn at the time anymore and left them both, never to be heard of again.

After a little while, as you share short little conversations about the dance show with Sofia, her father finally pulled up, and as he got out of his car and made his way to you both apologizing to you frantically as he lifted Sofia into his arms giving her kisses on her cheek lovingly.

“Look, I’m really sorry for keeping you again, I was held up at the office again and-” he went on and on, you smiled gently at him and cut him off.

“It’s okay, Mr. Price, it’s no biggie, you both get home safe okay? And Sofia, see you next week.” You said sweetly as you left to your car, seeing them leave through your rear view mirror.

[Same night - 9:45pm]

You were back at your place with your two best friends over for a girls night, watching movies, and spilling tea over different things and people. As you popped open another bag of chips, one of your best friend’s asked you.

“So, how’s this little ballet gig going with your students?” she asked intrigued, as your other friend nodded and giggled.

“Well, all students are trying their best and I couldn’t be any more happier, the show is soon and some need a little more practice before they are all set for their big day.” You said, mouth full of chips.

They both nodded admiringly at you for this huge event and wished you luck, since you knew you would need the good luck, they continued conversing and laughing about random things on the TV. As for you, you couldn’t help but start daydreaming about someone you didn’t think you’d start daydreaming of, which was Mr. Price, randomly.

You weren’t gonna lie to yourself, he was insanely attractive, around 6’2, had such pretty eyes and him being 37 years old didn’t bother you. You were 30 years of age yourself. All these attractive traits about him made you question how he’s still single, but the thought that maybe he’s too busy working, along with taking care of Sofia, he just didn’t have time to possibly go out with anyone.

You also couldn’t help but notice how dedicated he was with taking Sofia to each practice, despite being late some nights after practice to pick her up. You smiled to yourself gently, but before you could continue being lost in thought, your best friends snapped you out of it.

“Hey we’re ordering pizza, you down?” one of them asked as you nodded gently, eyes focused on the TV, but your mind was still hopelessly clouded and focused on thinking about Mr. Price.

[Next day - Friday - 4:00 pm]

“Okay girls, tomorrow is the last day before the show on Sunday, you girls have put so much practice and excelled in the routine, I couldn’t be any more happier, your parents are going to be so proud of each of you!” You said happily to your students as they began getting all excited and looking forward to making their parents proud.

Each student left the studio tiredly with their things chattering amongst each other to meet their parents outside, and as you cleaned up and shut off all lights and appliances such as speakers and computer screens, you lazily locked the door behind you and suddenly bumped into someone’s clothed chest.

You winced a little in pain and cocked your head up to see who it was, and to your surprise it was Mr. Price. You smile gently as he chuckles deeply.

“Sorry for the abruptness and the little hit, after picking up Sofia, I wanted to come and ask about her progress for Sunday, is she ready? He asked with a bright smile on his face, you couldn’t help but randomly stare shamelessly at his luscious lips and soft cheeks in unison.

“Yeah..yeah of course, she is totally ready, she has been practicing to her heart’s content and I couldn’t be more happier for her, she really wants to make this show the best yet.” you said affectionately.

He felt relieved and proud of his only daughter doing the things she loved, and couldn’t wait to see her performance. He was thankful for you, for helping her and being a close figure to her besides himself. He was in your debt, he was grateful for you.

“That’s great to hear! thank you so much really, she’s my pride and joy…so I’ll see you Sunday night..I hope.” He said, smiling softly as he gently caressed your shoulder reassuringly before he left. You watch as he leaves jogging to his car with his hands in his pocket, and you couldn’t help but stare at his broad, muscled back and towering height.

He’s fine as hell, holy shit. You thought as you couldn’t help but feel super drawn to him and just everything about him, both physical and personality-wise. You started pondering on your way to your car, about him which didn’t surprise you, until you reached a thought that did quite surprise you, where you think you have developed some form of feelings for him that are way more than just professional admiration.

But you were his daughter’s ballet instructor, that alone was a little inappropriate, considering his daughter looks up to you a lot. You pushed the overthinking aside and drove to your place, and invited your best friends over to tell them what really has been on your mind, you needed to spill this to them as soon as possible before it eats you up inside.

[Same evening - 6:00 pm]

“YOU WHAT-!” One of your best friends squealed and giggled as she shoved you playfully on the couch. You scoffed in annoyance.

“Yeah yeah, I know exactly right? I can’t possibly have feelings for her father, like, I know he’s single and whatnot, but he has a daughter and-” You were throwing out word vomit at that point as your other friend stopped you.

“I don’t think it’s that bad in my opinion, I mean yeah in a more professional setting, it’s weird but, hypothetically if you two hit it off and date or whatever, Sofia will be more closer to you than she is right now, and see you as a ‘mother figure’ which is what every child deserves you know?” She said as you nodded slowly, taking into account what they were saying.

The age difference was not something bothering you, it was only an 7 year difference, and you gradually started growing deep feelings for Mr. Price as quick as it was to you, you didn’t care. You cared for him and his daughter, a lot. And if you hypothetically started a relationship with him, his daughter would be a little taken aback but it wouldn’t be that hard to explain and move around, would it? This was having your brain in knots as you thought this was some forbidden love romance movie. But in this case, it was real time, real world, and you were caught into a web of forbidden desire, between your love of ballet and your growing affection for Mr. Price.

[Few days later - Night of the show - 6:40 pm]

The auditorium filled with people pretty quickly since the show would begin in less than 20 minutes, at 7:00 pm sharp. You were frantically getting each student ready to perform and each had their respective costumes on, and had some other members of the stage crew help make sure all lights are functioning, and the music ready to play through the speakers, just double checking so nothing backfires, that would be a total buzzkill, since you were a perfectionist yourself.

As it was time to begin the show, the curtains slowly opened revealing each student in their positions as Waltz of the Flowers started playing. It was your favorite symphony growing up learning ballet, you were on the sidelines watching proudly as each student gracefully followed each step as planned without breaking a sweat. Taking a few looks at the parents happily watching their children. Your eyes started slyly scanning the area where the audience was in search of Mr. Price, and to your surprise, he was sitting there, eyes bright and smiling gently watching his daughter in the front row. He looked proud and also sleep deprived at the same time.

You couldn’t even focus on the students as much since you were thinking if these feelings you had for Mr. Price were worthy of your time or not, and if it would jeopardize everything. When you fall in love with someone, you fall hard, and you know yourself pretty well.

This didn’t bother you, by every minute passing, the feelings you had for him gradually grew stronger and stronger. Not even a piece of tough iron could break through it. Finally reaching the end of the performance, everyone in the audience stood and offered a well deserved standing ovation for your students and that made you feel extremely proud. All the work and practice all paid off graciously.

[Couple Hours Later - 9:30 pm]

Cleaning up the empty auditorium was what you sincerely dreaded but with the help of the stage crew, it passed by quicker and smoother. All parents left with their kids, except for Sofia and Mr. Price. As you made eye contact with him from the sidelines, he called you over, what were you going to do, say no? Absolutely not.

“Ah, this was truly amazing, I really enjoyed all of it really.” He said with the world's cutest smile, as he held Sofia’s hand. You smiled at them both and thanked him for coming and bent down to Sofia’s height and patted her head affectionately.

“And you did terrifically, sweetheart.” You said as she hugged you around your neck catching you by surprise.

“I couldn’t have done this well without you!” She said complimenting you with a cheeky little smile, that had your heartstrings tugged. Mr. Price chuckled deeply. In this moment, it was just the three of you, and you felt at peace, which felt new at first to you, something you never really felt before.

As Sofia let go and was too busy on one of the chairs on her father’s phone playing whatever game she could find, Mr. Price rubbed the back of his neck out of reflex and asked you.

“I was wondering what you’re doing later tonight. I have a babysitter for Sofia tonight until 11:00 pm specifically because I was thinking of taking you out somewhere, are you busy?” He asked with a sly smirk as he fumbled the words cutely. You didn’t think these words would come out of his mouth leaving you a little taken aback, sneakily taking your pulse on your wrist with your finger, to make sure you weren’t dying or dreaming of this.

“Yeah…yeah of course I’m free this evening.” You said sweetly as internally, you were quite freaking the hell out. He smiled and told you to wait as he took Sofia back home with his trusted babysitter, which was roughly 15 minutes away, to which you obliged…obviously.

As time passed, you were stressed just sitting in your secluded office of the auditorium. Then you were knocked out of your thoughts when you heard the back door that was unlocked as he walked to find your office, which was not so hard to find considering your name tag was outside the door in bold writing. He knocked gently as you let him in, closing the door behind you. Meeting Mr. Price once again, he was wearing something more casual yet formal, having his form accentuated attractively.

“So, I know this was really quick but I was meaning to take you out on a date sooner or later, I just never had the guts to ask or anything just yet, until tonight.” He spewed leaving you at a loss of words. So he has been wanting to take you out for a while now, and this whole time, you were doubting yourself. This really gave your heart a surge of adrenaline through your body quite quickly.

He continued. “I just really find you incredibly beautiful and such a genuine person, and I admire you a lot, and I’ll be honest, when I came over to ask about Sofia’s progress last time, I just wanted to come see you again, I couldn’t leave without seeing you just one more time.” He confessed.

This made your heart skip a beat and had your legs clench just a sly tiny bit, to which he caught on sooner or later and gave you a small smirk as he inched closer to you, towering over you. You didn’t want to waste another second as you leaned your face, a few centimeters away, feeling his mustache on you slightly as you finally connected your lips to his. His lips felt soft and luscious and had you absolutely hooked as you snaked your hands to his hair, gripping gently.

Deepening the kiss further and further, he brought his strong arms around your waist and hugged you closer to him, fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces missing from each other for a long time. Turning your head slightly to explore his sweet mouth as his tongue darts gently in yours, playing a frisky game of tug o’ war. He let out a smooth and soft hum that caused you to smile in the kiss, mind clouded and only filled with him.

You were thankful that your office was far away at the end of the hall in the auditorium where no one could see, or hear you both. Fluttering his eyes open and breaking the kiss, he looked at you with hungry yet loving eyes.

“I want to ruin you, but I can’t do it like this, however, I can on there.” He says playfully yet huskily as he points to your wide desk in the corner, causing you to let out a little giggle, as he lifts you easily, and sits you on the desk as he stands between your legs, looking down at you lovingly. He reaches to caress your cheek with his large calloused hand as he makes deep and affectionate eye contact with you that has the pit of your stomach in knots.

He leans down as you brush your lips softly across the pillow like-feeling of his lips once again kissing you firmly, as he lets out a soft breath, pulling you closer to him. He wanted to be absolutely engulfed by you, and you couldn’t complain about that, surely. He loved the soft gentle moans coming out of your sweet lips just from kissing you. It sent a deep satisfaction as he felt such power over you.

He reached down to pull your lower waist as he positioned you laying in front of him on the desk, sprawled, just laying so pretty for him, like a beautifully finished painting. He got up to hover over you, still locking lips with such passion and such need, and pinned your hands above your head with one of his hands. You fall into submission as his kisses grow rougher and deeper, his free hand gliding up and down your bare leg from lifting your dress to your pelvis smoothly. His rough but gentle fingers make way between your legs, but stops abruptly and breaks the kiss looking at you.

“Do you still want this? I want to make sure you are 100% comfortable with me.” He asked, causing you to giggle softly.

“Yes, I want all of it.” You said seductively as you pulled him down for another kiss, giving total consent, he had you on cloud 9, absolutely wrapped around his finger so gently. Your mind was clouded with him and he was just living there rent free, you weren’t complaining at all, you enjoyed this and wanted the absolute maximum of what he could give you, and you needed that now.

His fingers once again meet at your hips as he glides your panties down your legs with one swift talented move, discarding them, leaving you all hot and bothered already, so quickly. He whispered sweet nothings in your ear, nibbling gently as he pleases as he found the source of the wetness that he would one hundred percent enjoy indulging in for sure.

You moan into his soft mouth and arch your back into him gently as you feel his two fingers brush lightly against your throbbing clit. You were already dripping in such anticipation, that without a moment's time, his fingers began to work massaging the ball of your clit gently yet roughly at the same time, he started thrusting 2 fingers into your wet center at a quick pace, going in and out, curling his fingers as he pleases, giving you a surge of an electric feeling through your whole body. Your hands brought their way to unbutton his shirt as he used his free hand to help you.

“You’re just so beautiful…” He cooed as he laid sweet butterfly kisses down your neck and chest, kissing your clothed breasts, earning small moans from you. He smiles as he rubs your clit harder, as well as pinches it softly and fingers your wet center harder, making you grip onto his strong shoulders tightly, his tongue gliding up your neck to meet your lips again to share those sweet moans coming out of your mouth to his. Soon after, your legs start to quiver slowly, as your body succumbs to his. He notices and pushes your legs further as he lays love bites down your neck. With a few more of his skilled movements of his fingers on your throbbing clit, you were close to letting go as he says.

“Count to three, and cum for me, pretty girl.” He says as he locks lips with you, sending you over the moon with how husky and how sultry his voice sounded, sending shivers down your spine. As you hopelessly count to three with whatever form of speaking you had left, you came all over his fingers. As he looks down at you, completely blissed out as he brings his now wet fingers and licks off every single drop, having some leak down his mustache and neck. Oh what a sight that was to you, utterly hot. He maintains such deep eye contact with you, leaving you flustered.

“Oh my God Mr. Price-” you said breathlessly.

“Call me John, babygirl.” He says as he still licks his sticky fingers once again, bringing you up to him to kiss him, tasting yourself through his lips, giving you an entire rush of adrenaline all over again.

You smile gently as he helps you clean up, using the entire tissue box from your desk, he stands between your legs, hands on your hips rubbing gently to sooth you as you stare lovingly into his eyes.

“What about you John?” You ask, wanting to return the favor of the absolute lust train he took you on. He smiled gently and looked at you.

“You can repay me next time, sweetheart.” He said as he cupped your cheek softly earning a small blush from you.

You didn’t expect this to happen, let alone something like this, your mind was all jumbled for all the good reasons, until the thought of Sofia came into your head. Considering the activities that happened prior. So you asked him about Sofia and how she will take this. He reassured you and told you that, moving forward with this new relationship you two have established that the time to tell her will come and that you shouldn’t be worried.

He gave you a long, tight hug engulfing you in his chest as you helped him button up his shirt. He offered to drop you home. You were just so in love with him and everything about him, you trusted him and you were excited for this new relationship with him moving forward. And even more anticipated when the time to tell Sofia comes, hoping that she’ll take it well.

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honkytonk-hangman · 2 years

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Afterburn – Crosswinds

Jake 'Hangman' Seresin x OC/Reader

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OC/Reader's name is Teddy/callsign 'Kodiak'

Summary: You liked him when he was like this. You liked him all the time, but especially when he gave up on trying to get the upper hand in the conversation, and just let things be. When he was a little less Hangman and a little more Jake.

Warnings: mentions of aviation crash, mostly just hangman being a simp. smoking?

Notes: Dagger Squad took one look at Teddy and Phoenix was already printing out the adoption papers lmao. this is set post TGM, and Mav has taken up an instructing position.

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A loud burst of buoyant laughter greets your ears, the noise out of place in the otherwise quiet administrative corridor, but not totally unwelcome. You have to suppress a smile and a roll of your eyes as you tuck a stack of papers under your arm and push open the door to what you imagine is the only currently occupied room in this part of campus.

Your arrival into your own office barely grants a pause in the ongoing conversations, though several out of the seven aviators lounging about throw you a wave or a quick greeting.

Hangman, who doesn’t appear to acknowledge your presence at all, sits in the visitor chair directly opposite your workstation, with his feet nonchalantly kicked up on your desk, one of your little model jets turning in his hands. You shove his feet off as you pass and pointedly ignore the tiny twitch of his lips that threatens to break into a full-on smirk any moment. Instead, you lean in and snatch back your model F-22 Raptor, before rounding the side of the tabletop, and falling into your chair.

Hangman’s hands stay suspended in place for a few moments, but he drops them a beat later, his eyes fixated on you in taunting amusement as you return your prized desk bauble to its proper position.

This time, you ignore him, tapping your login credentials into your computer, and shuffling the papers from under your arm to the surface in front of you. Out of the corner of your eye you spot Hangman’s fingers reaching out for something else, a pen or another of your model jets most likely, and the flash of surprise that flickers across his face when you sharply slap his knuckles away is almost enough for you to mirror the self-satisfied smirk he’d been wearing only moments prior.

“I know you’re capable of looking with your eyes, Hangman, considering you like to stare so much,” you tease, using the same voice that you might with a naughty child. The man across from you relents with suspiciously little bitching, and leans back in his seat, fingers laced together.

“You know Teddy Bear, I’ve been told that women like eye contact,” Hangman’s smile only grows when you fix him with an unamused look.

“And just like everything else, Hangman, you take that too far,” Phoenix scoffs from the scant seating area right behind him, where she sits facing you with Rooster and Bob.

The green eyes still boring into yours suddenly gain a challenging glint, and he opens his mouth, turning in his seat to respond, but you cut him off.

“Now, now, children…” you say scoldingly, earning an annoyed frown from Hangman, and a shrug from Phoenix.

You go back to updating your records, and for a while the tapping of your keyboard undercuts the soft conversation that fills your office, and you happily listen to the aviators discussing today’s training. It was pleasant to have the company, as much as you pretended to be exasperated with certain people, not-so-deep down you were more than alright with the Civilian Instructors’ Staff Room becoming the new hangout for the group.

It had started several weeks back now, with Phoenix and Bob visiting you on your lunch hour. The next day they brought Fanboy and Payback, who the day after that, had convinced Rooster to come along, and naturally there was no way that Rooster would be invited to any social gathering that Hangman was excluded from, so he and Coyote had tagged along too.

Now it wasn’t just your lunch breaks that had your office full of pilots, since it was plainly obvious that you were the only current civilian instructor on base, they had started using the office as their own lay-room in place of the one used by the rest of the pilots. Coyote had made up the excuse last week that the usual rec room had too many younger aviators in it, and this week it was because you were apparently closer to the hangar. With every new excuse, you’d simply let out a huff and roll your eyes with a knowing smile.

The first time you’d actually been forced to interrogate the how’s or whys had been a week ago, after Maverick had spent the best part of an hour searching for his group and had eventually come looking for you to ask if you’d seen them. He’d found your office filled with his rowdy squad of aviators having an intense argument, split down the middle over Kong vs Godzilla. After declaring Godzilla would be the winner hands down, Mav had ordered them all out.

A bemused smile plays on Maverick’s lips, and he shakes his head. One of his hands holds open your office door, and the other ushers out his squad of aviators, all wearing matching looks of sheepishness at having been discovered.

Once the last pilot has filtered out, the older man turns to look back at you, his handsome features pulled into a concerned, almost fatherly grimace. It was an expression that you’d become rather used to since you’d begun working together.

“Teddy…” Mav begins, and he almost sounds exasperated, before he pauses, and softens his tone. “I should tell them not to bother you,” he says, but you can hear the subtle question beneath the statement. He sounds sympathetic and gentle in just about the only manner that doesn’t automatically make you retch these days.

Your eyes dip down to your hands on your desk, and you spin your pen skilfully around your pointer, ring, and third fingers. It was a trick you had picked up several years ago, confined to a hospital bed and with nothing else to occupy your mind.

When you look back up, you see Mav eying your movements, his lips pulling down in the corners. He knew as well as you did by now that it was an anxious habit.

“I don’t mind. Really, having them around is nice… everyone around here treats me like I’m made of glass, it’s nice to just… have friends,” you purse your lips and drop your pen, before reaching out and straightening the model jet that a certain pilot had been playing with earlier. Another nervous tick that doesn’t go unnoticed.

You didn’t talk about this subject with many people, if anyone, but since being introduced to Captain Pete ‘Maverick’ Mitchell, you’d discovered the man’s earnest, ironically down-to-earth kindness was good at weeding the truth out of those around him.

“I think…” Mav starts but trails off, looking out into the hall quickly, and then stepping further into your office, letting the door close behind him before he continues. “I think they know that if things were different, you would have been recalled alongside them. They respect you for that,” he tells you softly.

You were never one for bragging, but you can’t deny that he was probably right. Still, you scoff out a small laugh and cross your arms over your chest.

“I think they’re just teacher’s pets,” you try to brush off his praise.

Maverick only shoves his hands in his pockets with a fond smile and shrugs.

“I’m just saying, they treat you like one of their own for a reason,” his face turns more serious then, and he drops his chin slightly. “But I understand if having them around all the time brings up some difficult feelings. Just say the word and…” he trails off again, just as someone calls for him out in the corridor.

You shake your head definitively then and smile softly, but genuinely. You were thankful that he’d even thought about that angle at all. To be honest, you were thankful in general for the oddball friendship the two of you had struck up while working together.

“Really, Mav, it’s fine. They won’t be able to sit around here forever, so it’s nice to have them back for as long as I can,” you pick up your pen again, and spin it mindlessly in your fingers. Neither of you point out that you didn’t even know half of the detachment before they’d been recalled to Miramar for their most recent assignment. You couldn’t really describe it as ‘having them back’, but you know he gets what you mean.

Maverick watches you closely for several more seconds, his eyes dropping to your spinning pen, then back to your face.

“Do me a favour while you’re up there, Cap?” you ask, leaning forward on your desk. Mav straightens up some and cocks his head.

“Shoot down everyone who argued for Kong,” you tease with a grin, and receive a laugh and a lazy salute in reply before you’re left completely alone once more.

You brush the memory aside, another train of thought crossing your mind.

You flick your eyes to Hangman’s neatly pressed tan uniform, and then to your watch for the time. Doing your best to sound nonchalant, you clear your throat, but don’t look away from your work.

“What are you guys still doing here?” you ask, referring to the late afternoon time, and the fact they’d clearly already run simulations this morning. Their duties for the day would have been finished at least an hour ago, giving them time to shower and change into their khakis.

“We’re headed to the Hard Deck after clock-off,” Coyote says, picking up an abandoned stress ball left behind on one of the desks and tosses it across the room where Phoenix easily catches it with one hand, before quickly offloading it to Rooster, who pitches it to Payback.

“You should’ve already clocked off by my count,” you say quietly, trying to sound more than only half-focused on your work.

“You’ve still got an hour,” Rooster tells you unnecessarily. You were aware now of what they were waiting for, and despite yourself, your heart grows warm.

“You know I can always just meet you there,” you say after clearing your throat once more.

“And give you the chance to skip out on shots again, Teddy Bear?” Hangman cuts in, somehow managing the feat of smirking and pouting at the same time.

“You know I don’t drink, right?” you cock your head at him with a squint, but he only shrugs.

For a moment your eyes linger on his mouth as he flicks a toothpick between his lips and tongue, having produced it from somewhere when you weren’t looking. When you lift your gaze again, he lets you know he’d spotted your shift in focus with a taunting lift of his brows, his smirk growing to near Cheshire proportions. You can only shake your head good-naturedly at his antics.

“Well, we figured we’d all just head on over together when you got done,” Coyote says, drawing your attention. You open your mouth to protest once more, not wanting them to feel obligated to stick around just for you, but you’re cut off by Phoenix.

“You get to dunk on any greens today?” she asks, a smile playing on her lips. Her question successfully distracts you and you drag your eyes away from Coyote with a matching smile and a scoff.

“There’s always one or two in a new class,” you roll your eyes.

“Do they not get that you have a pretty big say in whether or not they get their certification?” Phoenix asks rhetorically. You just shrug and absently start spinning your pen between your fingers.

“Well, if they don’t, they learn quickly or they learn the hard way,” you reply. It wasn’t in your nature to grandstand or call people out, especially in front of their peers, but you also weren’t going to allow some snot-nosed pilot to walk all over you. They tended to straighten up and shut their mouths once Warlock or Cyclone himself had a word or two with them.

The conversation easily flows on after that, and you occupy the rest of your afternoon finishing up a few tasks you needed to get done for Monday, chipping in with a comment here or there.

Your F-22 somehow finds its way back into Hangman’s clutches while you’re distracted, but this time there’s an almost child-like curiosity to him as he inspects the model exhaustively, and you find that you don’t have the heart to take it off him again.

When five o’clock ticks around at last, you pack up your desk and note with fond amusement that your model is promptly returned to the exact position you liked. Once you’ve grabbed your coat and bag, you allow yourself to be whisked away.

***

It never seemed to matter what day of the week it was, the Hard Deck was consistently busy. You suppose it helps to have the Naval base so close by, which was like having built-in regulars, as well as a stream of constant new faces.

You can still remember vividly the first time you stepped foot inside the bar, almost eight years ago now, still fresh-faced, a little wet behind the ears, and filled with the sort of energy only a twenty-two-year-old hot-shot Naval Aviator can possess. Back then you hadn’t really spent all that much time off North Island, but ever since Dagger squad had been around, you’d found yourself happy to be regularly crammed into one of the many small booths.

The sound of pool balls bouncing off one another cracks sharply and draws you back into the present. You throw a cursory glance toward the ongoing pool game, your lip quirking at the intensely competitive expressions on everyone’s faces. At this point in the night, they were all taking the game seriously still, but you know that later it would descend into thinly veiled duels over who could sink the coolest trick shot– or more entertainingly– making up some weird ‘dogfight’ version of the rules that would have generally have onlookers baffled.

Bob steps into sight then, briefly blocking your view of the game as he places two sodas down on the table between you, before somehow folding his not insignificant height into the booth opposite you. You watch fondly as he ducks forward to sweep back some hair that had uncharacteristically fallen into his eyes, looking almost like someone had ruffled it.

“Thanks!” you pull your drink towards you and take a sip, relishing in the ice-cold fizz that almost burns on its way down your throat.

“Penny said they’re on her,” he tells you, his mussed-up hair making sense now. You turn quickly to find Penny in her usual spot behind the bar, and even as she busily works to serve orders, you catch her eye, and send her a thankful wave. You hadn’t fully figured out why Penny never seemed to charge you or Bob for your drinks, but you were grateful regardless.

“So… opinions on the Spitfire and the Mustang?” you ask, watching the way Bob’s eyes light up behind his oversized glasses.

“The fuel capabilities and combat range of the Mustang outclass Spitfires by a mile,” Bob tells you, leaning forward and clasping his hands together on the table in front of him.

“But I’d be lying if I said that the Spitfire wasn’t my favourite,” he tells you almost giddily, and his smile is contagious.

“I mean, it just looks so cool!” you exclaim in agreement, glad that you were on the same page. Bob’s nose scrunches sweetly as he takes a drink from his glass, nodding all the while.

“I’m going to work on the Mk 24 this weekend,” you tell him a moment later. “The curator at the museum of Naval Aviation is letting me backstage this weekend, so I can take some reference photos of the paintjob,” you had to admit you were rather excited about the whole thing, but even still, you speak somewhat quietly, making sure you won’t be overheard.

It was silly, and you don’t really know where it comes from, but you felt shy about your weekend pass time. Maybe it was because it felt like the hobby of an elderly man, but regardless, you’d found a friend in Bob, who had expressed his fondness for miniature model building upon spying the F-22 Raptor you kept on your desk.

Phoenix had blinked between the two of you that first lunchtime they’d spent in your office, as you’d both discussed at length the model series you liked most, as well as preferred painting techniques. Bob didn’t actively build anything himself; he was too convinced he’d become completely obsessed, and in his own words he ‘didn’t need any more obstacles to getting a date’, but he’d let himself get invested in the online community back during his first deployment.

You’re about to ask if he (and likely by extension, Phoenix) would like to come along with you, but a nearby conversation makes you pause.

“Richter told me it’s cause she waited too long to pull her chute, wasn’t enough time for a clear landing,” a male voice says.

“If she was so good, how’d she mess that up?” another voice asks, scoffing back their disbelief.

“Apparently she refused to eject without WSO, but he got knocked out on first impact,” a third voice fills in, sounding far less derisive.

“I heard that she was lucky she even survived long enough for the medics to find them,” the first voice first voice returns, sounding somewhat awed.

“Guess it’s kind of fortunate she saved her WSO then, huh?” the second voice replies.

“’Fortunate’?! You’re joking, right? Kodiak has to be the unluckiest pilot the Navy has ever had!” the third speaker exclaims, a little louder this time, mirth filling his voice now.

“She got shot down right outta TOPGUN, pulled her chute so late she hit the ground hard enough to puncture both her lungs, and then she contracts some infection or whatever the hell else, wrecking her lungs to the point she’s now got goddamn lung disease!” A pause follows his frantic sounding rant, followed by the sound of an emptied beer bottle being fisted down.

“Honestly, I think I’d just have preferred to die in the crash,” the second person says, his tablemates voicing their quick agreement.

You blink at the frank coldness of the statement, and even though you try, you can’t stop yourself from taking a quick look over your shoulder in the direction of where the voices were coming from. You spy a table with three of your current students, which quickly makes you flick your head back around again before they see you.

Their discussion of your accident doesn’t bother you; you’d come to expect it these days. Whenever a new class came through it was all but inevitable that they would gossip to each other about their civilian instructor, more specifically about your unique situation. You couldn’t blame them really; it wasn’t as though they were wrong about you being incredibly unlucky. Frankly, your fragile health condition felt like an utterly sarcastic response from the universe for having the nerve to be young, driven, and extremely promising in your chosen career. Like the outcome of some Wishmaster bargain.

Back when you’d still been able to fly, you had gotten familiar with being the best. You were a damn good pilot, and it was clear to everyone around you from the moment you got in a cockpit. You never let it go to your head though, after all, it wasn’t just pure natural talent. You had worked incredibly hard to make sure you were outdoing yourself every time you got in the air, to make sure that you were constantly punching up, challenging yourself.

You certainly weren’t the youngest pilot to be invited to go to Miramar to get your TOPGUN certification, not by a long shot, but you were the youngest in over thirty years to graduate top of the class.

Putting yourself in your students’ shoes, knowing all of that, coupled with the fact that you would never again be able to fly… Well, it added up to be a perfect kind of tragedy, really. It was a cautionary tale to some, a dramatic fable to others.

As far as you were concerned, you’d made your peace with your conditions a long time ago. There was no point in dwelling on something you had no control over and couldn’t change. You chose instead to focus on what you could have control over, so you took all your potential, all of that raw talent, and channelled it down a new path.

At the end of the day, you were alive, relatively unharmed, and able to work in a field you adored. You couldn’t complain about that.

“Do you… do you want me to say something?” Bob’s voice cuts through your reverie, and you find yourself blinking back at him with wide, puzzled eyes.

“What?” you ask dopily, unsure of what exactly he meant. Your confusion is cleared up a moment later however, when he dips his chin toward the table of your students, his eyes flickering nervously between you and them. Clearly, he had overheard the conversation too.

Your face softens at that, and you shake your head gently.

“No, it’s alright. They aren’t doing anything wrong,” you wave him off, but deep down, you feel touched that Bob, who seemed to despise any kind of one-on-one confrontation, was willing to step in on your behalf. You see him purse his lips uncertainly.

“What happened to me isn’t exactly usual,” you remind him, trying to sound light and airy. “There’s always some talk surrounding it when I get a new class. They’ll get it out of their systems and move on soon enough,” you assure him, and you mean it, however it takes several more seconds of your companion studying your features before his face and posture relax, and he gives you an almost nervous little nod.

You take a sip of your drink and look away to check the current status of the ongoing pool game. A glance tells you that predictably Hangman was in the lead, but not because of the number of balls he’d sunk, but more due to his peacock-like display from the sidelines. You watch as he turns and cocks his head at Phoenix, saying something clearly taunting, his signature infuriating smirk pulled across his features.

You struggle to keep a straight face when behind Hangman’s back, Payback reaches into the nearest basket and retrieves one of the insufferable blonde’s balls and places it back on the table. You make eye contact as he steps innocently away, and you share a look of sworn secrecy. You wonder briefly how long this has been going on for already, but more than that, you wonder how long it’ll take before Hangman notices.

“How’d you save your WSO?” Bob’s question makes you snap your gaze sharply back to his, and you realise he hadn’t looked away from you yet. You stutter for a moment, before blinking away your surprise.

“I… I released the yoke and shook him awake…” you mutter. Sure, you weren’t bothered when others spoke about your accident, but you never discussed it yourself. Bob considers your words carefully, before he lifts his chin slightly, his eyes flickering between yours.

“That’s why your altitude was so low when you ejected,” it isn’t a question, it’s a missing piece of the puzzle, to him at least, and for the first time in your (admittedly short) friendship, you find yourself forced to look away.

In your efforts to look anywhere but at Bob, you accidentally make eye contact with Hangman. He’s bent over the pool table, facing directly towards you, and with no small amount of amusement behind his look, he holds your gaze and blindly takes his shot, expertly sinking the ball without even looking.

You can picture him performing the trick to impress one of the many women that often fawn over him at the Hard Deck, how the display alone would get them hook, line, and sinker.

You, on the other hand, find yourself practically staring through him as you try to banish all further thoughts of your accident from your mind. Unfortunately, your expression mustn’t be as blank as you’d thought it was, because as Hangman straightens once more to his full height, his eyebrows crease together, and his gaze abruptly flickers down, quickly taking note of how stiff and uncomfortable you are.

When he meets your eyes again, his frown has only deepened, and you watch dumbly as he cocks his head questioningly. It occurs to you then, that you don’t think you’ve ever seen him tip his head like that without a hefty helping of mockery to go alongside it. Concern isn’t exactly an emotion you’re used to from Hangman, and you aren’t really sure of how to process it properly. Instead, you tear your eyes away from him entirely, and face Bob again.

You suddenly can’t remember why this conversation had felt so daunting a moment ago.

“Hey, can we talk about something else?” you ask lightly, thankful when your booth buddy nods happily, looking up as you’re joined by Halo, who deposits a bowl of chips on the table, before squeezing in next to Bob.

You ignore looking in Hangman’s direction for the next hour or so. Normally you had all the patience in the world for Hangman’s button pushing, but right now you’re not sure you can muster up the energy to take any of it.

To be honest you found him amusing, though you were well aware that you’d never been on the receiving end of his more overtly malicious jabs, which he seemed to make less of these days anyway. Unlike most of the people around you, especially aviators, Hangman didn’t treat you as though you would break with the lightest of touches. His blatantly flippant and laissez-faire approach to your generally sensitive circumstances was more than welcome.

Still, even you had bad days, and after your questioning earlier, you didn’t really feel like joking right now. If he was really concerned, he could ask you about it later, but you’re almost certain he’ll have forgotten by tomorrow morning.

***

Just like a reflection of the Hard Deck itself, as the night wanes on, your already cramped booth steadily fills up with aviators. The scarred wooden table at the centre is scattered with empty glasses and beer bottles, and the bowl of fries Halo had brought over earlier was long devoured. The pool game had ended some time ago, the polished edges of the table now being used as extra seating, which you know Penny would hate.

You’d found it thankfully easy to put aside the heaviest aspects of your earlier tailspin, checking into the rowdy conversation happily. A few of the younger pilots, not your students, had approached the table earlier, and after they’d left again, to fill another round most likely, you’d found yourself bashfully rolling your eyes and shaking your head as the squad had heckled you over the mooning of the younger men.

It had to be nearing midnight when you at last extract yourself from the sticky seating. The air had become hot and heady now, not just within the space of your booth, but throughout the bar as a whole. It wasn’t too bad, but it did feel thick in your lungs, and you knew it could quickly grow into a large problem for you, may as well refresh yourself now.

Stepping through the door to the empty back deck of the venue, you’re amazed at how much noise the simple wood and glass doors can muffle. The night was dark, but in front of you somewhere, you can hear the lapping of the waves, and you step out closer to the railing, breathing in deeply the sea salt air.

You’re a little ashamed to say you jump at the sound of the back door opening again, the roar inside drowning out the ocean for a few seconds, and you turn back to see Hangman gently closing the door behind him.

He wears an easy expression as his eyes fall on you, and you look away to lean back against the railings as he approaches.

“Everything alright?” The lightness in his voice is easily discernible as put on, but frankly, you’re too surprised by the question to figure out why.

“Huh?” you blink up at him with a frown as he comes to lean against the rail besides you, his back toward the ocean and his arms crossed over his chest. The pose, and his proximity make him seem even larger.

“Earlier, you, uh, you looked all…” he doesn’t finish his sentence, and you note that he also doesn’t mockingly demonstrate however he thought you’d looked. You straight up a little, your frown smoothing out.

“Oh, everything is fine. Bob just… he just asked me something about my crash,” you only decide halfway through your sentence to tell him the truth, and you can tell by the ensuing pause, and the way he flicks his eyes carefully over your face that he hadn’t really been expecting you to tell him.

As if he realises his surprise has been visible, he clears his throat and looks away from you, back toward the doors.

“Huh. Wouldn’ta thought Bobby-Boy had it in him,” he says shifting his stance slightly, still not looking back at you. You can practically hear him thinking.

“Hm, you clearly don’t know him very well,” you say wryly, your smile only growing when his face whips back to yours, an almost mortified look of alarm painted over his features.

“Oh Jesus, Jake, not like that,” you reach out and shove his arm roughly, giving a scoff at his stupid man-brain.

Predictably, your shove doesn’t do too much to dislodge him, but you can at least enjoy the feeling of his hard muscle under your hand for a moment. His alarm is replaced with a derisive sort of disgust, but you can tell it's playful more than anything else.

“Good,” he says flatly, and this time doesn’t look away from you, resuming his regular routine of using his stare as some kind of powerplay. You shake your head even as you glance back to squint out at the ocean, your smile still pulling at your lips involuntarily.

“You’re so insecure,” you tease him, earning a scoff.

“Excuse me?!”

You can see his chest puffing out of the corner of your gaze.

“I take my attention off of you for one second and you’re going nutter-butter and getting all pouty about it,” you chortle, glancing briefly back up at him. Even in the dim outdoor lighting you can see the light pink wash that has coloured his ears.

He’s seemingly only able to glower down at you in response, clearly unimpressed at just how aware you were that you had him wrapped around your finger. He scoffs again, looking away, but doesn’t speak, and your grin widens.

You liked him when he was like this. You liked him all the time, but especially when he gave up on trying to get the upper hand in the conversation, and just let things be. When he was a little less Hangman and a little more Jake. It strikes you, however, that he doesn’t even attempt to argue back, the silence stretching on between you saying more than enough.

You look away and nudge him once more, using your whole shoulder this time, which seems to take him off guard, and he sways lightly at your touch.

“Besides, I only have eyes for one aviator,” you say lightly. Hangman’s shoulders square, and his lips begin to form a familiar Cheshire grin as straightens up to his full height, looking down at you almost haughtily.

“Damn straight,”

“I was talking about Rooster,” you tease, and you’re glad the playfulness has returned, his hand covering his heart as his face twists in faux pain.

“You’re cruel, you know that darlin’?”

You let out a laugh as Hangman stares down at you, the fond look in his eyes only turning sharp and annoyed when the back door opens again, and you both look up to spy an unfamiliar man stepping out of the bar.

He seems oblivious to the moment he’s interrupted, sending you both a quick nod before he moves to stand a couple of metres away from you at the railing, his hands fiddling with something. You watch as he tucks a cigarette between his lips, and lifts his lighter to the ends, cupping his free hand around the flame so the cool breeze won’t blow it out.

Before you get a chance to say anything, besides you your companion has stiffened, straightening to his full height once again and stepping away from the rail.

“You can’t smoke here,” he says loudly, catching the guy’s attention as he blows out his first puff, and shoves his lighter away. He looks around at the decking, before his eyes land back on Hangman.

“I don’t see a sign,” he says evenly.

Hangman has stepped around you completely now, almost blocking your view of the other man, who you must note, wouldn’t stand a chance against the aviator if he decided to get physical.

“Listen buddy, my friend’s got a pretty sensitive lung problem, if she breathes in any of that, she’ll get real sick, so I’m asking if you can go stand somewhere else?”

You’re surprised by his words, and despite the patient sound of them, his tone is nowhere near as restrained. You gently reach out for the arm that he’d used to gesture back at you, even as the other man blows out another smokey breath.

“Jake, it’s fine, we can go,” you say, a pit building in your stomach when he doesn’t even look back down at you, the muscle of his jaw beginning to tick.

“Yeah. You can go,” the other man smirks, and somehow, it’s even more infuriating and smug than any of Hangman’s has ever been.

Your grip on your friend’s arm tightens too late as he pulls away from you, reaching the other man in only two strides as you call out for him to stop. Ignoring you, Hangman rips the cigarette from the other man’s mouth and tosses it into the sand, where it blows out.

“Jake!” you shout, a little louder as he gets in the other guy’s face, and you realise your voice is echoed by another.

Phoenix stands in the open doorway, and behind her you can see Coyote by the booth, throwing a curious glance your way. You shake your head at him, just as Phoenix repeats her stern call. Hangman snaps out of it, and steps back from the man. By the time he’s turned back to you, his face reads nothing of the anger he’d just displayed.

“Come on, it’s getting cold, anyway,” he says flippantly. You’re only able to frown at him, but he seems to ignore it, carefully pushing past Phoenix who still stands in the doorway, fixing Jake with a firm look he subsequently brushes off.

“Guy was an asshole,” he mutters by way of explanation. She moves aside for you to follow, and you can only give her a shrug in response to the eyebrow she raises at you.

You find yourself following Jake as he leads you back towards the bar, instead of the booth, and when your senses finally come back to you, you smack his arm sharply.

“You didn’t need to do that! The last thing you need is to get cited for fighting. They’d ground you!” you scold, even as he guides you into one of the stools.

“Nah, you love it, s’why you keep me around,” he rebuffs, flagging down a bartender and relaying your drinks order. You frown at him again as he leans casually against the wooden surface and looks down at you.

“No… I keep you around because you’re my friend,” you tell him, still annoyed, though it lessens when his smirk morphs into something more like surprise.

Your drinks are pushed toward you with nary another word, and Jake taps his card without even breaking your eye contact.

“How’d you even know I can get sick from smoke?” you change the subject quickly, but his face only turns even more bashful, and he looks down at his beer and shrugs.

“Mav told us,” he says, making you blanch.

“He what?” you demand, almost angry for a moment. You didn’t like being treated like glass, you didn’t like when people worried over you unnecessarily–

“He just said we should always wash up before going to your office, the jet fumes were enough to irritate your lungs.”

Your anger subsides, and you feel a little foolish. Of course, Mav hadn’t told them out of pity. He was right, the harsh fumes lingering on their flight suits could be enough to make your respiratory system inflamed. You’d learnt the hard way after you’d started teaching.

“Just figured if traces on us were enough to make you sick, then second-hand smoke definitely would,” Jake follows up, cutting his eyes back towards you, and you can’t help but smile softly. You lean forwards, chin resting in your palm, making him cock his head down at you.

“For someone who takes pride in pissing off his friends, you really do care a lot, don’t you?” Your question makes him bluster, and he tries his best to look nonchalant and annoyed, but his quirking lips give him away.

He leans in toward you too, close enough that you almost pull back, but you steal yourself instead as he gets a hold of his face, and fixes you with an infuriating, yet fond smirk.

“Only for you, Teddy Bear.”

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PIED PIPER.

Changbin x reader. (s,f)

Synopsis: Campus’s heartbreaker Changbin lost a bet that oblige him to be a nude model for an art class where he meets you and you impress him, impress him enough that he tries to charm you into his arms. (16,1k words)

Author's note: I am so bad at writing "bad boy" but here you go, hope you like! :)

It all started with a bet, a foolish bet.

If his friends didn't get him drunk one night and made him talk shit that ended up with him agreeing to a bet, he wouldn't be standing outside the art class with an unlit cigarette dangling between his teeth.

He leans against the tree trunk with one foot bouncing against the ground, nervous.

Changbin keeps telling himself that he got a reputation to keep.

He's the campus' playboy slash heartbreaker, everyone knows better to stay away from him if they don't want to get their heart broken.

Some people though just couldn't resist his charms.

You can't blame them because Changbin is, in fact, a charmer.

He's extremely attractive, with dark hair and strong jaws, a muscular body that he shows off just enough to get people's attention, he keeps intense and engaging eye contact with anyone he talks to, he has a charming smile and infectious laugh, but his powerful weapon lies in his words, he's so well-spoken, he lures people with his spellbinding words that come out of his full, plump lips and the next thing you'll know, you get your heart broken the next day.

In conclusion, he's the human personification of a pied piper.

But today, he is needed for his body, not his outstanding verbal skill.

That's why he's nervous and his foot starts bouncing again.

Changbin gets tempted to light his cigarette and he was about to take a lighter out of his leather jacket pocket when someone calls him to come into the class.

He puts the cigarette back into his pocket instead and programs his brain to set his body to its usual setting of cocky grins and confident strides as he walks into the art class.

The students are ready with their easels and canvases in front of them.

He takes a quick scan of everyone and not long after, hears a few of them gasping in surprise, whispering, and silently making eye contact with him, well, it's clear that he didn't need to question his popularity.

Everyone knows who he is and one corner of his mouth curls into a satisfied grin.

The instructor briefly smiles at Changbin while gesturing for him to take place next to her which is the center of the room with a white platform that he guesses is where he would be for the next 2 hours.

"This is our model for today," she announces to the whole class and Changbin dares to look back at them, fortunately, some of the faces are hidden behind their canvases.

"You can start undressing now," she orders him with such coy as if she isn't just asking him to strip all of his clothes off in front of twenty or so people.

Changbin slides down his jacket and a wave of low laughter comes from everyone in the room.

The instructor blushes and taps his shoulder, "there's a changing room there!" She points to a small room in the corner of the class.

He feels stupid but he holds his calm face to mask his embarrassment and walks there, locking the door behind him then slaps himself on the face.

There's a robe and slippers prepared for him, he gets undressed the put them on. But before he gets out, he takes a look at his body.

Sighing in wonder because his muscles looked exceptionally glorious today, it was the right decision to train his chest muscles last night.

One more look in the mirror and he gets the assurance that he doesn't need to be insecure about his body, he knows he'll never fit into everyone's standard but he feels good about himself.

That's why girls are crazy for him. He is so sure of himself and it shows.

The instructor is already waiting for him and walks up to him to deliver a few instructions before he shows everyone his birthday suit.

"I hope you have four poses ready," she says while looking at him with a very apparent doubt on her face.

Posing? That's easy. Changbin says in his head.

"Yeah," he answers.

"You have to hold the pose for 15 to 20 minutes and we'll take breaks in between," the instructor informs him.

He nods, taking his duty too easily but still, he puts on a smile for the instructor.

Seeing that Changbin has no problem or shows any signs of nerves, the instructor lets him go, "You may start!"

Changbin takes heavy strides to the platform to where he should pose, he reminds himself not to be ashamed of his body

He works to get this body, countless hours spent in the gym to get all this. He worked hard for this, therefore he has no reason to be ashamed at all!

When he thought about all that, he gets a boost of confidence, he climbs onto the platform and takes off his robe, slowly so as not to be seen rushed or jittery.

To his surprise, everyone is even calmer than him and it's probably not their first time seeing a nude model.

Changbin's mind is blank for a second then it hits him that he hasn't thought of the first pose yet. He awkwardly turns his body to the side and bends his knee a little.

His hand? What to do with his hand? He simply put it on his waist and there it is, the pose. Not the best one, but he gets 15 minutes to think of what pose he should do.

It's so quiet in there that he can hear every stroke of pencil or paintbrush on the canvas, the sound of when someone erases something on their drawing makes him think if anything on him is wrong.

The quiet also makes him aware of his presence, naked with not even a thread to cover his honey skin or even his private parts. He's not allowed to move so he can see much but know that all the eyes are on him, observing him.

In the second pose, he gets a little more comfortable and the quiet also makes him think out loud, to pass the time he thinks of some ideas to get back to his friends after this.

It took more than two hours and he is back in the changing room, he worked out a lot so he finds it weird that his knees are shaking just from standing and posing.

"Here's for you!"

Changbin is surprised with a bottle of juice when he gets out of the changing room.

He takes it as soon as he realizes that he might be dehydrated, that's why he's shaking.

"Thanks!"

"I suggest when you do standing pose, do not let your knees lockout," you said, shoving your hands into the back pockets of your jeans.

Changbin doesn't get what you mean by what you're saying and watches you get your bag from the chair you probably sitting on during class and wave at him.

"Have a good day!"

At first, he thought that you were interested in him, can't blame him to think that way since he's so used to this but then you just left him like that without asking for his number like all the other girls usually did.

Curious, he walks up to where you sat to see your drawing of him on the canvas. He can't recognize himself right away because what he sees is so far from what he sees himself. The monochromatic colors on your charcoal drawing of his figure enhanced every nook and crook of his body, highlighting the features that he thought he doesn't have on him, he looks rather... divine.

He isn't being narcissistic, it's just the way you saw him and drew it onto the canvas.

It makes him question himself if he looks that way in other people's eyes too or only in yours.

"Hey!" Changbin greets you while you're washing your paintbrushes under the sink outside the art class.

You look his way and see that it's him, "hi!"

You put all the cleaned paintbrushes in your hands and knock them against the sink to drain some water.

"I saw your drawing of me," he starts and takes a cloth lying next to you that he knows you'll need to dry the paintbrushes.

"Oh?"

Again, Changbin doesn't expect a nonchalant answer like that. He is so used to girls getting chipper around him and when he talks to them, if not overly excited, they get engaged in a flirtatious conversation with him.

"I love it," he says as he takes the paintbrushes from you and dries them for you with the cloth.

"Thanks!" You responded with a small smile.

"I want to thank you for that," he continues and hands you your paintbrushes back.

"Thank me for drawing you for a class?" You asked with a confused look.

It baffles him as well, why should he thank you? You did it to earn credit for the class not exclusively for him.

"Because you draw me really good," he gives the most plausible reason.

"Then you should thank the whole class for that," you said with a smile, putting the brushes into a wooden box.

Changbin takes a breath and tries again, "but your drawing is the one that I found most astounding!"

You turn to face him and wipe your hands on the apron, "that's nice of you!"

Changbin smiles because he finally makes a progress from the smile you gave him. He takes a step closer and leans in close, a method that always works to make hearts flutter.

"I want to thank you with a date," he says, because there's no use in dillydallying, he goes straight to the destination.

You stare into his eyes for a second then say, "Okay."

From the way you responded to him earlier, Changbin got the impression that you're not interested in him but after he gets his answer, he knows his plan is going smoothly as he expected.

"Friday night at 8?" He asks, one eyebrow slightly raises at you.

"Okay," you shortly replied.

See? As easy as snapping his finger then poof, he got what he wants.

Changbin pulls another trick of leaning close to your ear and softly whispers, "I can't wait."

You softly chuckle and take the box of paintbrushes with you, "bye!"

And you leave him again, just like that.

You've been waiting for almost half an hour outside Changbin's class sitting on the large window sill and doodling something on your notepad.

When the students start spilling out of the classroom, you crane your neck to find him in the crowd. When you spot him, you grab him by the sleeve of his denim jacket to pull him to the side.

"Hey?!" He says with a mix of confusion and surprise in his facial expression.

"You came too early for the date or you just can't wait to see me?" He asks with a sly, cocky grin.

You understand that you came unannounced but don't expect that his confidence is always this high.

"Yeah, about the date—"

"Bin, aren't you coming?" His friends call him from behind you and you turn around just enough to see them.

"I'll catch up!" Changbin waves them off and turns his attention back to you.

He hoists his bag strap higher on his shoulder, "sorry, what were you saying?" He asks.

"I can't go tonight," you told him.

He seems so calm about it then licks his lips, "why?"

"I asked my co-worker for a change of shift but he refused so..." you trail your words, don't know why you feel bad the more you look into his eyes.

"Unless is it okay with you if we move the date forward to this afternoon?" You offer an idea.

He grabs your elbow and gently pulls you to the side of the corridor to not let everyone passing the hallway brush yours on the way.

"I'd like that," he says and doesn't let go of your elbow, rubbing his thumb over the skin instead.

He leans in close, close enough that you can see his thick, dark eyelashes and they curl so beautifully.

"That's earlier," he adds, when he lets go of your elbow, he plays with the lint on the sleeve of your white t-shirt, "sooner."

It's in the eyes, you tell yourself and your body responds by shifting your eyes elsewhere then rummaging inside your bag for a pen, scribbling an address on your notepad then rip the paper.

"We'll meet here at 4?" You tell him as you hand it to him.

He takes the paper in between his index and middle finger without straying his eyes away from yours

You put your notepad back into your bag in a rush since you're going to be late for your class, "I have to go," you say. His hand is off of you but you feel like he's holding you with his gaze, not letting you leave.

"I have a class," you add even though he didn’t ask nor saying anything to you.

He gives a subtle nod and blinks, breaking the spell, "See you later!"

"See you!" You say back and make a turn to go the other way, chuckling to yourself for finally knowing what the fuss is all about. He really is a charmer.

Changbin has to check on the address you gave him multiple times just in case he got it wrong.

It's for a shabby restaurant next to a bus terminal and he can see a lot of bus drivers eating there. He thinks of going back to his car but he sees you waving your hand at him, letting him know that you're there.

This place is definitely not a place to have a date in. It's small and packed, it's noisy, the interior is worn out and the table has a lot of cup rings on it.

"Why? Not the kind of place you have in mind?" You ask him as if you are hearing his thoughts.

He shakes his head, "I've never been here before."

"Clearly!" You say while pouring water into his glass.

"They make the best sesame noodles and the chickens are also good," you tell him, carefully sliding his glass in front of him.

"It's a hidden place. Nice!" He lightly comments.

"But not so hidden, it's right next to the bus station," you point out.

"You came here a lot?"

You nod, "it's a nice way to de-stress, eating spicy food."

"Are you stressed right now?"

"How can I?”You exclaim with a laugh, “I'm having a date with the most attractive guy here."

That makes him a little more proud of himself then looks around the place filled with bus drivers, "that's an honor!" He pokes fun.

You chuckle in response, preparing a set of chopsticks and a spoon for him.

He reckons that if you came here a lot then that means the food is really good because what else would bring you here many times if it's not that? The place isn't that inviting as well.

When the food comes with steam still swirling out of them, Changbin feels intrigued by the mouthwatering smell that entices him to take a quick bite and prove it himself.

You watch him eat and wait for his reaction, "how is it?"

He can't lie that this is one of the best noodles he ever tasted, a smile grows on his face, "it's so good!"

"Try the chickens too!" You take one with your chopstick and place it on his bowl.

He doesn't wait to take a bite and hums in delight.

"Good, right?"

He can't give you a verbal answer with his mouth full of food, so he gives you a nod.

You start to dig into your noodles and from the look of it, he can guess how spicy it would be yet it's tempting him to have a taste.

"Can I try?" He asks.

"But it's spicy," you tell him but slide your bowl toward him.

"I don't know your tolerance for spice but..." your words trailed off as Changbin doesn't wait to eat some of your noodles.

He looks okay at first but once he swallowed it all down, his tongue starts to burn. He's grateful that you immediately hand him a glass full of water for him.

"Are you okay?"

He nods and tries to mask his embarrassment, he continues eating in silence to avoid reliving the moment in his head, focusing on the tasty food in front of him.

Changbin often thinks that he has no weakness, he drives girls crazy not the other way around so there's nothing that would make him get on his knees begging for it. But his taste bud speaks another thing, Changbin has a weakness and it's food.

"You're eating so well," you say.

That's when Changbin realizes that he was so busy eating that he lets the time slip by with you watching him eat.

"It's just so good," he shamelessly admits.

You smile and take a sip of your water, "since I live alone, I miss home food a lot more. How about you?"

He should be the one who asks you questions, well, on every date he had in the past, he was always the one who leads the conversation to control where the date is going and where he wants to take it.

"Now that I'm having this food, I realize how much I missed it," he answers.

"What are you usually having?" You ask while filling your glass with water.

"I usually just eat whatever we have in our shared fridge in the rented house," he answers.

"Oh, you share a house with your friends?"

Changbin once again gets taken aback at how much information he shares with you in less than ten minutes. Maybe it's the way you casually ask him in a nonchalant manner that seeps easily into him.

"Yeah, I'm living in a house with three of my friends," he replies.

"The ones that called you the other day are two of them?"

"Yes."

"Is it exactly what you expected?"

"Huh?"

"Living with your friends?"

He lightly laughs and puts down his chopstick, "I thought it's going to be fun, but it's just a lot of cleaning each other's mess and it's always noisy!"

You laugh along and lean forward on the table, "what's the most fun thing you guys have ever done?"

His head immediately conjures so many memories at once that he has a hard time choosing, "One time we made a water slide that goes down the window of the second floor to the backyard," he laughs to himself as the recollection plays in the back of his head like a film montage.

"That sounds like a lot of fun!" You exclaim with a genuine smile.

"It was fun!" He says with so much enthusiasm.

You laugh at how eager he was to assure you and continue eating to spare him from the embarrassment.

At that moment, Changbin is aware of how much he spoiled his life to you which makes the grin on his face fade almost instantly.

"How much?" You ask the lady behind the till on your way out of the restaurant.

Changbin returns from the restroom at the right time and catches you trying to pay, "what are you doing?"

"Pay for the food, of course!" You simply answer.

He gently puts your hand away and pulls out his wallet from his jacket, "I'm the one taking you on a date," he says.

"But I'm the one taking you here!" You flatly say back to him.

"Yes but I'm the one thanking you for the drawing," he comes with a strong argument.

You crack a laugh and give in, "Okay then," you say, then put your wallet back into your bag.

"I'm going this way," you inform him once you get out of the restaurant.

"Thank you for the meals!" You sincerely thank him with a smile.

It confuses him because he thought the date won't end abruptly like this, "I thought we still have time before your shift starts?"

"Yeah but I'm walking this way to where I'm working," you point to the small alley, a shortcut that cuts through a residential area.

"I can drive you there, it's faster!" He says with a raised eyebrow.

"No, actually you have to take a way around the block and there's a traffic light," you explain.

"Ah..." Changbin sighs in defeat.

But he refused to end the date like this, "Well then... I'll walk you there?"

"Then what about your car?"

"I can get back to it after. It's no big deal," he assures you with a nonchalant shrug.

"Okay then."

The sky turns bright orange with pinkish hues as the sun slowly sinks into the horizon, he can see it clearly as you both walk down the declining street, making it possible to see the view of the city basked in the glorious glow of dusk.

"This must be the lamest date you ever had, huh?" You start a conversation with your hands deep in the pockets of your jacket.

"No!" He answers rather too quickly, which only makes it obvious that it's just a polite answer, not an honest one.

If he compares it to all the dates he had then yes, it's the lamest one but it doesn't necessarily mean bad.

It was the nicest date he ever had.

Changbin always thinks that he has to impress his date all the time but it's the first time he feels free to just be himself and not boast everything about himself.

But his pride gets in the way of telling it to you, he changes the topic instead.

"Where are you working at?"

"At a hardware store," you reply, stopping for a second to pet a cat sitting on top of a mailbox.

"How long have you been working there?"

"For about three months now."

"Does it pay well?" He jokes.

You crack a laugh, "Yeah well... but I have a strict boss," you tell him.

Changbin usually is good at talking but at that moment, he is just fascinated at how calm and collected you are, enjoying the pleasant afternoon while strolling down the neighborhood.

It makes him feel that he shouldn't ruin the serene moment with his useless questions.

"We're here!" You announce, stopping right in front of the hardware store with a hammer and wrench to make a cross on the logo.

"Once again, thank you for the meals!" You say again.

"It's nothing, really!" He waves it off.

You rummage through your bag and pull out a sketchbook, flipping the page furiously to find a drawing, then rip it.

"Here's for you!" You hand the drawing to him.

Changbin doesn't expect this. He takes a moment to see it, a drawing of him leaning against the tree with an unlit cigarette tugged between his teeth.

It must be when he was nervously waiting outside the art class, that day when he volunteered as a nude model.

"I saw you through the window and secretly drew you," you shyly admit.

He is blown away by your talent, by how you perfectly captured that moment and the anxiety on his face is visible without making it obvious. He feels seen once again.

"I'd better get in now," you tell him while holding the strap of your bag.

He finally glances up from the drawing, "Y-yeah... sure!" He stammers.

You take a step back and turn around, start walking before turning around then walk back to him again. Without warning, gently kiss him on the cheek then pulls away with a shy smile on your face.

"I had a great time, thank you!" You say again and turn around to jog into the hardware store.

A kiss on the cheek? He usually doesn't take less than the first base on the first date but who is he to demand more from you? He finds his hand touches the searing kiss you left on his cheek and smiles.

It really is a nice date.

"Not bad, Bin!" He praises himself, folds the drawing, and puts it in his jacket pocket.

It's getting dark when he gets back to his car, it surprises him that a girl is leaning against it while playing with her phone.

She glances up noticing that he comes up to her, "I know it's your car," she says to him.

Changbin knows a lot of girls and it takes him a long time to try to remember her name, he is not sure if he ever dated her before.

The girl seems to notice he doesn't recognize her, "we met at the club, remember?" She gives him a hint.

Changbin nods even though he still can't recall the moment he met her, "Yeah, I remember."

She giggles and hoists her purse up her shoulder, "so, can I buy you that drink now?"

Changbin sees the glints in her eyes, she's hinting at something more than just a drink. He can read girls very easily, he learned a lot from dating a lot of them.

"Yeah, sure!" He says, unlocking the door and opening the car door for her.

Perhaps he will get the first base from someone else tonight.

Three days later, Changbin receives texts from the girl he had drinks with that night, which ended with them making out in his car just like he expected.

She asks to meet him again for a drink.

It usually excites him whenever a girl is so eager to meet him again, but he feels nothing but the same old flaming desire that died down so fast.

Yet, he has nothing to do that night, and drinking with a girl is better than nothing at all.

When he comes to the bar, the girl is already drunk or pretends to be drunk. She clings to him and keeps asking him to take her home.

Changbin knows better than it's just an excuse.

He helps her walk out of the bar and hails a taxi for her, "please take her home safely!" He says to the taxi driver.

The girl's eyes widen in surprise, "why aren't you coming with me?"

He smiles at her, "you're drunk so you better go home and rest," he says then closes the taxi door.

He walks back to his car and takes his car keys out of his jacket pocket, dropping a folded paper on the concrete floor.

He unfolds it to find your drawing of him, the one you gave him at the end of the date.

He doesn't know how you would feel about him not contacting you for days after the date, he forgot to ask for your number and he could if he's planning on having a second date with you.

It's just his one simple rule, he feels like wasting time going on more than one date when he knows that the relationship he wants is strictly physical, he doesn't want to give the impression that he wants more than that.

He stays inside his car and just stares at your drawing, the more he looks at it, the worse he feels for not contacting you.

You're a sweet girl and he treats you like that, that's enough reason for him to take you on another date to at least, thanking you for the drawing you gave him. He checks the time to see if you're still working and enters the hardware store. He walks around the maze of tall shelves with various tools organized in place.

He spots you by the cans of paint, writing something on a notepad.

"Excuse me?' He begins, standing behind you, peeking at the number you jot down on the notepad.

You turn around on your heels, "yes, can I help you?"

A smile rises on your face when you recognize that it's him, "oh, hi?"

Looking at how flustered you are, he can't help but smile, "Hi."

You put your pen and notepad into the pocket on the apron you're wearing, "What are you doing here? Are you looking for something?"

"Yeah," he answers, "I'm looking for you."

You get flustered again, cheeks blushing under the fluorescent lights. Changbin finds it adorable, he can't stop smiling either.

He snaps himself awake and reminds himself of the purpose why he came here in the first place, "I forgot to ask for your number—"

"If you're looking for a paint color for your bedroom, I suggest mint green or cornflower blue," you cut him off, your hand gesturing to the selection of paint on the color displays.

Changbin notices that your eyes gesture to the opposite direction, the man with a mustache and a spec in the corner of the aisle, this must be the strict boss you talked about.

"Oh, yes, but I'm looking for a more vibrant color," he plays along with you, saving you from trouble.

You take one of the paint color swatches to him, "how about this? Azure blue?"

The boss leaves after checking something on the shelf and you sigh in relief, laughing out of embarrassment.

"So that's the charming eagle?"

You laugh again, "yeah."

"Can I take you on another date?" He asks, making the most of the time because who knows your boss might come his way again.

You look at him and tip your head to the side, "and here I thought you would never ask."

He triumphantly smirks and looks back at you, the beautiful iris on your eyes that form a pool he wants to dive in.

"Can I have your number now?" He asks again.

You take your pen out and write it down on the paint swatch you gave him earlier, and hand it back to him with your phone number on it.

Your smile fades when your boss appears at the other corner of the aisle, silently watching you.

"I think I need more time to decide on the color," Changbin says and awkwardly points at the paints.

"Let me know when you have decided on one!" You say back with a sly smile.

Changbin takes a few steps back until he is out of the eagle's sight and mouths, "I'll call you!"

You give him a subtle nod and a smile as he walks back to the end of the aisle, waving his hand at you before exiting the store.

"You pick the wrong game!" You tell him as you put on shoes for a game of bowling with Changbin on a Saturday night for a second date.

Changbin's cocky smile wears off in a second, "but you can't be better than me," he refuses to believe that you're more skilled in the sport that he aced in.

You shrug and get up to put your shoes in the locker, "maybe," you tease him.

Changbin starts to doubt his skill when you knock half of the bowling pins on the first throw and pick up a spare on the second.

He won't let it put him down, if anything, it’s his competitiveness is heightened at that very moment.

"Could have been better!"He comments with an unimpressed smirk.

You scoff and stretch your arms up instead, "I need to warm up," you say, the hem of your tight blouse rides up and exposes a little skin of your stomach to him.

He's a man, after all, and it's in his default to see objectively although it's not the main thing he sees in a girl. It's weird because he never saw you that way, not that you are not attractive, you are very pleasant to the eyes but what impressed him the most is your warm, bright personality.

He ogles you as you do a squat in your tight blue jeans that enhance the curve of your body, "I suggest you do a lot of warm-ups," he teases, also in an effort to see more of your curve.

You dryly laugh but ignore his insinuation.

Changbin confidently does his first throw, he aimed for a strike but it seems like he has to do a spare as well.

You are wiping the bowling ball with a cloth when he returns, "guess you need a lot of warm-ups too," you poked fun at his earlier remark.

He pokes the inside of his cheek with his tongue and tries not to get provoked by your words.

The shape of your body makes as you throw the bowling ball down the alley and stand there to watch the ball knocking every single pin, then slowly turning your face in his direction with a sweet, cunning smile.

Hot and cute at the same time. Is that even possible?

This is no time to be caught under your spell, he has to step up the game if he wanted to prove his superior skill in bowling.

He will focus on that, no matter how many times he got to be distracted by you and your body that slowly, but surely entices him. Also that smart mouth of yours that knows how to provoke him just below the boiling point but annoys him nonetheless.

Fortunately, the results show that he wins with a slight difference in points. He doesn't need to say anything to you but raises an eyebrow to celebrate his win.

You close your eyes for a second and puts on a smile for him, "Okay then what's the winner want for dinner?"

Changbin was joking when he suggested a bet that whoever loses should pay for dinner, seeing you smiling in defeat making him feel bad about suggesting it in the first place.

"I wasn't serious," he says to you.

"Oh, save it!" You say to him, picking up your bag from the seat and pulling him along with you.

Changbin decided on chicken and beer, it's a safe choice, no one can refuse fried chicken and cold beer, especially after a good, competitive game of bowling. You seem to enjoy it while talking about a whole lot of things in between. He makes sure to ask a lot about you to fill his curiosity.

You are a middle child, you started drawing in middle school, your favorite color is prism pink which is pink with a little tint of purple in it and you want to work in an art museum once you graduated from university.

"What about you?" You ask back.

Thinking of the future only makes his head hurt so he tries not to, he prefers to deal with what's in front of him first, one by one.

"To be honest, I don't know," he sincerely admits even though he knows it's a very disappointing answer.

"Honestly, I want to become an assistant to a magician," you suddenly confess to him.

You do have a way to delight him with your randomness, "and let them saw you in halves?"

You nod while laughing, "yeah. I might have to learn to contort my body too but I can try."

An image of you in a tight bodysuit like every magician's assistant wears crossed his mind, "and a sexy one," he blurts out.

"Mmh?"

It seems like you didn't catch what he said and he sighs in relief, "can I be the magician then?

"Sure!" You say and lift your pint to clink it with his.

Changbin was quick to pull his credit card out of his wallet before you, this time, you put his hand away and stand before him.

"A bet is a bet," you tell him and hand your card to the cashier.

The night is still young but Changbin runs out of ideas on where to take you where it's less crowded or quiet, he can tell that clubs and bars aren't your favorite places to go and he only knows best about those two kinds of places.

You turn around to face him and stop him from walking, "can I take you somewhere?"

What is it with you that make it seem like his head is transparent and you can see what he's thinking? Changbin puts his trust in you, "sure!"

"Do you mind hiking a little bit though?" You ask again.

"Hiking?" He asks again, just in case he misheard it.

Changbin parks his car at the parking lot and follows you as you take him walking uphill to wherever it is you're taking him. You weren't joking when you said about hiking a little bit, it's more than a little, his breathing is getting heavier and he can feel that there are beads of sweat forming on his back.

You turn around to make sure he keeps up with you, "are you tired?"

Changbin is of course too conceited to admit he's indeed tired, shaking his head, "No," he replies.

You walk up and get behind him, putting your hands on his back and pushing him forward, "I can help you," you say to him.

He chuckles and takes your hand away, but holding it instead, "it's better this way," he says.

The two of you continue walking hand in hand with the quiet of the night surrounding you except for the constant buzzing sounds of the streetlights.

"You're not going to sell me to a human organ dealer, right?" Changbin playfully asks because it's eerily quiet and the empty street starts to spook him a little.

You give him a shrug, "maybe."

You take a turn that leads to nowhere but what seems like an empty park, a field. Stopping by a tree and taking a big plastic bag hanging from a tree branch, you must've been here a few times to know where to go even in a limited source of light.

You pull something out of the bag, a picnic blanket, and taking a few steps away from him to put it on the ground, you don't wait to sit on it.

"Are you going to stand there or...?"

Changbin carefully walks in the dark to sit next to you on the picnic blanket.

"You're not keeping knives or machete inside that bag, are you?" He awkwardly jokes.

"Sadly, no," you joke back, "but I do have a sharpening knife for my drawing pencil."

He chuckles and gets comfortable sitting down, staring straight ahead to realize that he's on top of a hill which allowed him to see the city view at night with its blinking lights imitating the stars above.

"How do you know this place?" He asks, propping his hands behind him.

"It just happened," you reply.

"I like to draw here, it's quiet and not a lot of people know this place. It's so beautiful during the day, especially on sunny days."

Changbin guesses that it must be your special place and you probably don't take just anyone here, he doesn't want to get ahead of himself but he is curious.

"Then why are you taking me during the night?"

You laugh and hug your knees, "because... it's also pretty at night," you answer.

You turn your head at him and look into his eyes gleaming in the dark, "and also..."

"Yeah?"

"So we can do this," you say before leaning in and kissing him.

Changbin doesn't expect you to do the first move, or maybe he is so used to this role that it takes him by surprise.

You place a hand on his face and deepen the kiss, take things further that Changbin has a hard time keeping up with it.

He forces his brain to work and starts putting his hand on your neck, kissing you back with his tongue trying to pry your mouth open so he can taste you more.

When it's time to catch your breath, you pull away slowly while smiling and he uses the time to touch you. He runs his hand down your shoulder and traces the side of your body, stopping at the dip of your waist then gently squeezes the flesh there.

His mouth searches for your ear to whisper, "you're gorgeous."

You lowly giggle at the compliment and whisper back into his ear, "it's because it's dark in here."

Then you drag your mouth down his neck, planting soft, tender kisses on the column of his throat with your breath tickling his ear.

Oh fuck, you're really good at this that he just wants to stay still and let you kiss him all over. But he got to do his part, so he plays with your hair while you bury your head in the crook of his neck. He holds his breath when you move to the other side of his neck, kissing him there.

It's no longer quiet with his low moans filling the night air. He allows his hand to rest on your back and goes lower, lower until he meets the hem of your blouse, slowly slipping his hand under to feel your warm, silky skin. He splayed his hand there and feels the warmth of your body.

You stop kissing him and the first thing that crosses his mind is you're probably uncomfortable with him touching you.

He takes his hand away and looks at you to see any signs of discomfort on you, "something wrong?" He asks while putting your hair away from covering your face.

"It's cold," you answer.

He silently lets out a sigh of relief and immediately takes his jacket off, draping it around your shoulder to keep you warm then puts his arm around you.

"Aren't you going to get cold?" You ask.

"I got you to warm me," he replies with a flirtatious smile and pulls you closer to his side.

He captures your lips in a kiss once more and puts his hand on you, gets a little braver, he puts his hand under your blouse again. He doesn't plan on doing more than resting his hand on your stomach but his desire controls him best in a heating moment like this. His hand goes up until his fingers touch the lacey fabric of your bra and you don't seem to mind that his hand starts cupping your breast through the bra.

Too bad that it's dark, the sight of your body would be too much for him but he would surely enjoy seeing his hand on you.

"You're so soft," he praises again with his lips against yours.

To make it fair, you unbutton three buttons on his shirt and put your hand inside, feeling his firm muscles contracting under your touch.

Changbin usually rushed things up because he doesn't want to waste time when he knows what he wants, this time is different, he wants to take his time and truly enjoy it.

The plush of your lips, the way you tug his lips between your teeth, the way you suck on his tongue and twirl with his in your mouth, fuck, you're one exceptional kisser!

He can do this for hours, days, weeks, he just doesn't want to stop.

Afraid that you might get colder if he kept lifting your blouse, he places his hand on your thigh, squeezing the flesh then makes way to your rear, cupping your ass in his hand.

He feels like a schoolboy who gets to touch a girl for the first time all over again, so eager to explore.

For a second, he gets tempted to take things further despite knowing it's no time or place for that. He's still considering it but his body once again catches on to his intention and acts by itself, going to the button of your jeans.

Your hand grabs his right on time and laced it together, "one trick at a time," you say against his lips.

He chuckles at being caught red-handed and shoots you a flustered smile, "I have no problem with that," he says back, putting his lips on you again.

His car is right outside your apartment building, Changbin watches you unbuckle the safety belt with his fingers touching his swollen lips and his head is buzzed from all the kisses.

You take off his jacket and give it back to him.

"You can give it back to me anytime," he says.

"I'm good," you say and sling your purse across your shoulder.

Changbin leans forward at you, "let me walk you upstairs!" He offers, a trick he does when he wants something, with twinkles in his eyes and a flirtatious gaze.

You softly chuckle and open the car door, "one trick at a time, Mister Magician!" you kindly reject his offer.

"Goodnight!" You say again before closing the car door.

As much as he hates saying it back to you, he wants to end the night on a good note, "Goodnight!"

"You have something on your neck," Changbin's friend put his finger on the greenish and almost yellowing skin on his neck, "there!"

"It's called a hickey," Changbin casually says without looking at him, gathering his books from the desk into his bag.

"That's why it confuses me!" His friend says as confused as his remark, "You are usually the one giving not receiving!"

Changbin smirks in response, "are you saying I can't receive one?" He casually asks back with a shrug.

He parts with his friend on the way out of the class and heads to the one who is responsible for his hickey.

He didn't know how you made a mark on his neck without him knowing, he must be too immersed to pay attention or you were just too damn good, sneaky but he likes it.

He finds you right when you're tidying up your art supplies and he runs to help you put the easel away, you only smile when you see that it's him.

"So... where are we going this Friday?" He asks, not wasting any minute asking you that.

"Are you that curious?" You ask, grabbing your bag from the stool.

"Yes," he shamelessly answers.

He doesn't care because he knows you'll appreciate his bluntness instead of making fun of it.

"Are you showing that on purpose?" You point to the hickey.

Changbin ditches the denim jacket that he always wears and put on a plain black t-shirt with the sleeves strained from his huge biceps, exposing the hickey that he could easily cover with a collared shirt or jacket.

"Yes."

"You like it that much?"

He nods.

"Then I should stop doing that," you say with a sly smile and walk in the direction of the door.

But Changbin has a different idea, he takes you into the small changing room where he once been there the day he became a nude model.

He corners you to one side of the wall and stands so close to you. Your face remains calm with eyes fiercely looking back into his.

"It's only fair if I make one on you too," he says.

Your lips part open, just slightly but no words came out of them. You tip your head to the side, "it's not like you're asking," you say.

He likes you because you don't play dumb or act cheap, you have just the right amount of everything: wit, intelligence, and charms. Except that you have a little too much sex appeal and he's not complaining at all, he jus needs to learn how to control himself around you.

Changbin leans in close and even with the proximity, you still have your eyes open as if you're challenging him to come closer and try. He brings his mouth close to the side of your face, intentionally using his lips to graze your ear shell and softly letting out a sigh.

He lowers his mouth on your neck and stays there, testing if your body can lie to him. He smirks when he feels your pulse beating against his lips, so fast that he loses count.

That's what he only needed to know so he puts his mouth close to your ear and whispers, "I'll make it on part of your body where no one can see."

Then he pulls himself away altogether and looks at your flushed cheeks, “because I'm good like that," he adds then gets out of the changing room.

"Is it boring to you?"

Changbin agrees that you should decide where to go for the third date, it was a mutual decision. You happen to want to visit an exhibition of a painter you like and he doesn't mind any of it, he gets to learn what you like and what you see in them.

"No," he replies, shaking his head and keeping his voice low because it's quiet in the art gallery.

You clasp his hand with yours and move on to the next painting of a flower field. He hears your inaudible gasp and the admiration in your eyes, it's not hard to know you like the painting.

"It's beautiful!" He says but his eyes are on you.

"Yeah..." you sigh.

"Look at those delicate strokes of paint!" You say while gently squeezing his hand.

"You like it?"

You nod with a smile then rest your head on his shoulder.

This feels so intimate to him, more than anything physical he had done in his life. He sneaks a kiss on the top of your head. Immediately looking around to see if anyone sees, there's only a lady looking at the same painting but she's too busy admiring it as much as you do.

The phone ringing in his jacket pocket shattering the tender-hearted moment and he fumbles to pick it up, you let go so he can accept the call.

"It's okay, you can take the call!" You say to him, letting him go to one corner of the room while you saunter to the next painting.

After a few minutes, he gets back to your side and back to hold your hand.

"The curator said the painter goes by the initial H," you tell him but then you get curious about why the phone call seems to be an urgent one, "Is something wrong?"

He shakes his head, "Nothing."

You hold him by the elbows and look at him, "I'm done with looking around so we can go anywhere you want now," you assure him.

"No, we haven't seen that way yet," he says.

You smile at him and put your hands on his waist, slipping them under his jacket, "oh yeah, you've been looking at me enough," you sneered with a playful laugh.

Changbin gets flustered because you knew he's been looking nowhere but you, "are you sure?"

"Yeah, let's go somewhere."

"We're having a party in the house and they want me to buy some more beers," he meekly admits.

"You're having a party in the house?"

He nods.

"And you didn't tell me?"

"That's not— it's a date, you deserve better than a date at a frat party," he says, not trying to exclude you from the invitation, he's just afraid that you'll find it uncomfortable.

You take a step closer, "Or you don't want your friends to know about me?" you ask with squinted eyes.

"Yes," he shortly replies then brings his mouth close to your ear, "because I want to keep you for myself."

You scoff and push him just enough to make him take a step back, "but why do I feel like you're trying to keep your friends from me?"

He takes your hand again while walking behind you, "I'm the most good-looking guy in there, trust me!"

"We'll see about that!"

You help Changbin by carrying a couple of dozen of canned beers in your hands while he carries a whole box and everyone makes way for you since you're carrying an essential to the party.

"I'll take them to the kitchen and you can wait here," he tells you.

"I can help you," you offer.

"No, it's okay, just put them on top of the box!" He insists and lowers his box so you can put the one you carry on top, weighing his hands down.

Changbin hurriedly takes them all to the back where his friends already waiting to distribute the beers, he groans once he put them on the kitchen counter with a loud thud and takes two cans.

"You owe me!" he says to his friend.

He hurried back to where he told you to wait by the living room but he can't find you anywhere with all these people scattering around and chatting.

He walks over to his friends sitting on the couch, watching a couple of people playing video games.

"Do you see—"

"You mean your date there?" He cuts him off, pointing to the girl who is playing video games with his other friend, then taking one can of the beers Changbin cradles in his hands.

He chuckles seeing you already hanging out with his friends, looking like you do already friends with them without him have to introduce you first.

He plops down next to you on the couch, "you're good at this," he says in disbelief.

You briefly glance at him for a second, "I told you, I lived with two brothers," you remind him without looking away from the TV screen.

He leaves to get more drinks for you and him while you're going to the bathroom. He meets one of the girls he dated way back before you.

"Who is she?"

Changbin tries to ignore her by keeping himself busy, pouring drinks into cups.

"I haven't seen her before," she says again, following him to the end of the kitchen counter.

"Your friends said you met her through a bet. Is that right?" She relentlessly sticks to him, and won't stop asking without getting an answer.

"That means you're not dating her, right? It's all for a bet?"

He runs out of patience but he calm himself down by turning to face her with the drinks in his hands, "enjoy the party and have a great night!" He says and not saying anything else.

When he turns to leave he sees you already standing there and he stops in his track. Were you listening to their conversation or...

"Is that for me?" You ask, pointing to the cups of drink he carries in his hands.

"Yeah," he answers, offering one to you.

You shake your head, "I'm done drinking.”

"But she can have my drink," you tell him, gesturing to the girl who spoke to him.

You take the cup and place it on the kitchen counter, linking your arm with Changbin, you say, "didn't you say you're going to show me your room?"

Changbin did promise to take you to his room despite his room being a mess, it always has been that except when his parents come to visit. He takes you upstairs to where all the bedrooms are, it's off-limits to the party guests which makes it quieter there, he pulls your hand and leads you to the room that faced the backyard.

Someone calls for him right when he's about to push his bedroom door open.

"You can go in first," he tells you.

"It'll only take a minute!" He assures you with a hand on your back.

You nod and get in first.

He helps his friends carrying a cooler full of ice to the backyard and makes a run back upstairs to his room, where you're squatting down to find something under his bed.

"What are you looking for?" He asks as he closes the door behind him.

"Anything... interesting," you say with a raised eyebrow and a giggle then sits on the edge of the bed.

"Interesting?" He asks back while taking a seat next to you.

"I'm not hiding anything," he confidently says.

You tip your head to the side, "is that also mean you're not hiding any porn magazines or something?"

He bursts out laughing, "Why would I need that?"

You shrug, "I lived with two brothers, remember?"

He leans in close and sees the irises in your eyes, so mesmerizing like two beautiful ponds, "I only need to think of you," he says in an incredibly low voice.

You scoff as he plants a tender kiss on your neck.

"And your pretty lips," he adds with a kiss on your lips and a hand holding your jaw.

Changbin only realizes now that instead of your usual outfit of jeans and a simple top, you're wearing a white cotton dress that exposes your beautiful neckline.

"You've been hiding these from me?" He asks while trailing his fingers on your collarbone, then placing a kiss there.

"Is it time for the new trick?" You ask with a hand in his hair.

The night turns different than what he planned, he never meant to take you here because he was being honest when he said he doesn't want to introduce you to his friends yet for the sole reason that they'd be nosy about it.

And ultimately, you deserve a nice third date anywhere but here, not in his bedroom and definitely not on his unmade bed.

He opens his eyes to find you pinned underneath him with his face only inches away from yours and as beautiful as he thought it would be, even better because he can see the glints in your eyes as he stares into you.

"You're so beautiful," he says again.

You put a hand on the nape of his neck and lazily scratch him there, "blame that on the poor lighting in your room," you say.

He puts his finger on your lips to shut you up, "shh..."

You open your mouth to playfully bite it.

Changbin softly bites your neck in return, making you laugh while his hands keep yours pinned on your side.

Then someone comes barging into the room, "get down and help us lift the couch outside!"

It's one of Changbin's friends asking him for help again and the second his eyes adjusted to the sight he's seeing, he immediately closes the door.

"Sorry!" He shouts from the outside of the door.

There is an awkward silence then you burst out laughing while Changbin hides his face in the crook of your neck.

"I'm so sorry," he says to you, his voice muffled.

You don't say anything but hold him close with your body still shaking from laughing.

"Changbin?"

He lifts his head to look at you, "yeah?"

"Do you have anything to say to me?" You ask.

That's a broad question with a broad answer, he has so much to tell you but he needs more time to fathom his feelings into sentences.

"We should lock the door?" He guesses with a raised eyebrow.

You got quiet for a few seconds then smile, "that would be a great idea!"

He kisses your cheek before getting up from the bed and walking to the door to lock it, when he turns around, you're unzipping your dress and letting it fall onto the floor.

You step out of it and reveal yourself to him, so much skin exposed he can't decide where to look.

"Come here!" You gesture to him with your fingers to come closer.

He takes a deep breath and says, "yes, ma'am!"

The way your bodies collided with each other only means that both of you have been craving it. His hands roam your body to feel your silky smooth skin, making him whimper against your lips.

Your hands are so fast to undress him, next thing he knows his clothes are on the floor and he got nothing on but his underwear.

His bed becomes heaven with your naked body on it, he takes a moment to admire the view that he can only envision in his head for the past few days but now he gets to see it with his own eyes.

Your body, your heavenly body is inked with tiny little tattoos that he's more than eager to discover one by one with his fingers.

One on your ribcage, one on the underside of your breast, one on the side of your left hip, on your inner arm, one on your back shoulder but his favorite must be the tattoo on your sternum, a little stalk of flower that he can almost feel the delicate petals with his fingertips.

He plants a tender kiss on it and sends the tingle right through your chest.

You let out a low moan as his hand went down south and meet your wetness there.

"You're so delicate," he murmurs with a lustful sigh.

To make it fair, you slip your hand into his underwear to palm his member and feel it throbbing in your hand while you keep your legs spread open for him so he can freely touch you, easing his fingers into you and pumping them, making you even wetter than before.

You moan as your mouths locked in a sloppy kiss with your moans getting caught in between.

"Changbin," you call him again as his mouth slides down your neck.

"Mmh?"

"Condom?"

His eyes snap open at the sudden reminder that he doesn't have any condom in his drawer, he can make a run to his friend's room and get one, but to do that, he has to get dressed first and risk losing the momentum that he built.

He has no choice but does that, he grabs his shirt from the floor, "I'll go get one from my friend's room," he says.

But you grab his hand, stopping him from going, "It's okay. I'm on the pill."

Changbin takes a few seconds to let the words sink in, "we're going to do it without...?" He is not even able to finish his sentence.

You nod.

He takes another deep breath to calm himself down and feels a significant rise in his body temperature.

"Are you sure?" He asks once again.

"I'd love to see you run naked to your friend's room to get a condom, but yes, I'm sure," you reply.

He suddenly gets nervous, not for you but himself, because what if he can't control himself?

You give his back a few soothing rubs then kisses his neck, "are we going to continue or what?"

He lets out a long breath, "give me a moment!" He says, still can't wrap his head around the fact he gets to have sex with you without protection and it will be his first time doing it so.

You let out a chuckle and peppered his shoulder with soft kisses to help him relax, he just doesn't know that you continue the trail of kisses down until your mouth stops on his abdomen.

His eyes widen, catching on to what you're trying to do next and then you put all of your hair into one side, slowly taking his length in your mouth.

"Oh f—" he quickly muffles himself by biting his lower lip to not let the profanity out of his mouth.

"Can't even give me a moment, mmh?"

You let his cock out of your mouth with a gasp then a laugh, "I'm trying to help you relax," you answer.

"How is that helping me relax?" He asks in protest but not complaining when you bring your mouth down his length again.

He looks down at you and your soft, pretty lips wrapped around his cock, how you take him well, making him feel good with your mouth. What gets him off is the way you enjoy yourself giving it to him, he would be a fool not enjoying it too.

His hand reaches for your head to put your hair out of the way, putting it into a makeshift ponytail in his hand.

He uses his other hand to cup your jaw and your eyes are looking up at him, "You're so good at everything, don't you?"

You tease him more by sucking him harder and taking him fully until your nose meets his pubic bone.

He groans in response and tugs at your hair a bit harder, "how am I going to relax?"

He moves his hand to scoop your breast and gently fondle it, "you make me impatient to be inside you," he says.

You slowly pull away with your mouth open, catching your breath and he leads you to hover above him, pulling you until you collapse on top of him.

He kisses you hard, turning you over on the bed to have you under him again and making enough space to tease your dripping cunt with the tip of his cock.

You arch your back every time he ran his cock down your slit, purposely heightening the anticipation.

"I can't wait to be inside you too, beautiful," he says with a sly smirk.

He draws a sharp breath to finally start pushing his stiff member inside you, ever so slowly to let you adjust to his size, to also take his time to not lose it all at once.

It's hard to do so when you feel so tight around him, so wet that he doesn't have any trouble pushing the remaining length into you.

He let out a triumphant sigh when he fully sheathed inside, snug and warm, slick with juices. It takes everything in him not to lose it right then and there.

Then you put your legs around his waist, launching him deeper inside you so that he grips the bedsheet.

"All I ask is a moment," he grumbles through his gritted teeth.

You giggle and kiss him on the lips as an apology, "sorry, you just feel so good inside me," you bluntly admit.

You always know how to get him off, do you? He kisses you more to finally gain some control and starts moving, thrusting into you at a steady, slow pace.

He can only hear your fervent breathing and the sounds of how wet you are for every pounding he does into you.

"So good, Bin!" you breathlessly say into his ear, "I'm so close..."

Not that he wants the sex to be over so fast, but he can't hold himself anymore, the temptation of cumming is getting harder to resist the more you clench around him.

"So, so close..." you say again with your hand gripping his shoulder.

"You can let go, baby," he says to you with a sloppy kiss on your mouth.

Your breathless moans are getting frequent, louder as the hand gripping his shoulder tightens.

"Come, cum around me," he orders in a whispery voice as if trying to bind you in a spell.

"Oh..." you loop both of your hands around his neck and pull him close, moaning into his mouth as he keeps thrusting into you intensely harder.

"My God! Bin!" You cry into his neck.

"Let go..." he tells you, kissing you with as much focus as his brain dulled from all the pleasure.

You cry his name the second you climax and cling to him as he slows down the motions of the hips to give you time to relish your orgasm.

He presses a long kiss on your lips then starts moving again, trying to catch his high. His cock is engorging inside you, ready to unload his seed at any given moment.

Before he gets it too late, he pulls out immediately and replaces your tight warm walls with his hand, pumping it until the pearly white of his seed spurts out of the tip, cumming all over your stomach.

He didn't dare to imagine such a sight, his white cum painted your heavenly body like this and you squirm, smearing some of it all over your breast then lick it off your finger.

An angel wouldn't do such a sinful thing, but you make it a wondrous sight, exceeding his wildest fantasy.

To say he likes you would be an understatement, he's smitten, and his head is filled with nothing but you, just you.

"Fuck!!!" He curses out loud with so much frustration at how can you be this alluring? It upsets him because he only gets to know you now.

He lowers his mouth on you as he makes up his mind that he got to have you, no matter what.

Changbin gropes around the space next to him on the bed and he hears your laugh instead.

"Good morning, sleepyhead!" You say as you sat at the end of the bed and zip up your dress.

He rubs his eyes to adjust to the morning sun flooding his room, "why aren't you here?"

He pats the bed and lifts the duvet for you to get back into, "come back!" He orders.

You get up and collect your shoes from the other side of the bed, "I can't."

His brain needs a few more minutes to properly function but it isn't hard to know that it's the weekend.

"It's Saturday," he casually says.

You put your shoes on while sitting next to him, "yeah, but I have to work on my drawings."

You put on the other shoes, "and I have to get them done by the end of this month," you elaborate.

You smile and get up from the bed, "in fact, I don't think I'll be able to go out this week," you add.

Changbin doesn't have a solid ground to argue about that with you, he's still no one to you but someone you've been seeing and having sex with.

"Just a few minutes?" He tries again with a charming smile.

He pats the bed again, "please?"

You take your jacket from his study chair, "I really have to leave now," you say with an apologetic smile.

Changbin scrambles to get up from the bed and grab his clothes closest to him, "then can you wait for a few minutes so I can drive you there?"

You walk up and push him down the bed again, "do not worry, I'll stop by my place to change and get to the studio," you pause to catch a breath, "I'll call you when I'm free," you assure him.

He grabs your hand and pulls you close, "you'd better!"

You smile and softly place a kiss on his cheek, "bye!"

You take your bag on your way to the door and wave your hand at him before closing the door, leaving him alone to reminisce everything that happened last night, replaying every single moment only to see his cock hardening to the thoughts of you.

It seems like you're avoiding him.

He doesn't want to think that way but something about the way you keep saying you're busy with the assignment every time he called you assured him that you are avoiding him.

He makes a run to your class to catch you before your art class ends and sees you putting away your ease, ready to leave.

"You didn't call!" He blurts out.

It has always been him keeping the girls on their toes waiting for his call, now he gets a taste of his own medicine and it's so fucking bitter.

"You promise me!" He says again.

You look into his eyes and then smile, "that's because I'm not free yet," you defend yourself.

Changbin frowns, "not even a few minutes just to call me?"

You laugh because he is sulking like a fussy toddler, you can't help but give his lips a quick peck to console him.

It takes him aback that he got speechless.

"I swear I'll call you but now, I have to go because my shift starts in half an hour," you speak so softly as if you would to a child with your hands holding him by his elbows.

"I can drive you," he shouts an offer.

But you're already far out of earshot to hear it and keep walking without looking back at him.

Could it be that you're lying to him?

He saw you walking with a guy he's never seen before and you looked rather too friendly with him to be considered as just friends, or that's what it seems to Changbin.

The sight is enough to light the fuse that sets the wick to his patience and negative thoughts start eating his brain, leaving him with nothing but unkind, suspicious thoughts.

If you're so busy, then why did you have time for another guy?

He pushes through the entrance to the hardware store where you're working, he knows you're taking the night shift today. He doesn't want to explain why he knows your schedule, he only wanted to know why you haven't called him back.

Your boss greets him but he walks past him, searching for you in every aisle until he finds you squatting down, restocking a tray of duct tape in every size.

"Can I talk to you for a minute?" He says.

You get up and face him, letting the box of duct tape on the floor.

You seem to notice that he's in distress, "how about I'll meet you after work?" You suggest.

But he runs out of patience, he wants an answer right now and he will not take anything less than that. If he wants it, he should and must get it.

"Who is he?" He asks with knitted eyebrows, his face showing all the pent-up anger inside him.

"What guy?"

"Who is the guy you were with earlier?"

Your eyes that were on him shift past his shoulder and Changbin looks over his shoulder to see your boss is watching over you. He is upset, mad even but he doesn't want to get you into trouble at work.

"I'll wait for you at the parking lot!" He says so low that only you can hear him.

He chooses the opposite direction from where he was coming and you grab the sleeve of his jacket to stop him from walking away, "you mean the guy who walked with me on campus?"

He doesn't answer but you can tell that your guess is true. He knows every male art student you usually hang out with you but there's one guy that he has never seen, he must be seeing him when he was walking with you around the campus.

"That's my brother," you tell him and hoping that it satisfies his curiosity, then lets him go.

You get back to work, squatting down on the floor to restock the shelf and you see your boss leaves you to it.

Changbin feels like hitting himself for losing it so easily, why would he assume so easily like that? You did mention more than a dozen times that you have two brothers and that your older brother lives downtown.

How could he forget that? He hits the steering wheel so many times that he accidentally pushes on the horn, surprising anyone who is walking.

Thanks to his haste judgments, he owes an apology to you now.

He waits outside by his car until you come out of the hardware store, taking his jacket off, and put it on you when you're close enough to his reach, doesn't hesitate to hug you after.

"I'm sorry,” he mutters full of regrets.

He knows he's wrong and he owns up to his mistake right away, doesn't give time for his pride get in the way.

"Are you going to drive me home?" You ask.

"Yes!"

You stay quiet the whole ride home that he starts to get nervous, what if you changed your mind about dating him?

This seems like a good reason for you to never call him back.

When the car stops, you immediately unbuckle your safety belt and gather your bag while he watches you in silence. You push the car door open, stopping when you see him just sitting there, "aren't you going to walk me upstairs?"

He doesn't expect that, he was too afraid that you would be mad at him but turns out, you seem don't to mind it that much.

You hold his hand as you walk up the stairs to your small apartment, he stands behind you as you’re unlocking the door.

The door cracks open and you pull him with you, leading him inside.

"It's small so there's not much to see," you tell him, putting down your bag on the couch.

Changbin takes a look around your studio apartment where he can see your small bed neatly made and your study desk cluttered with papers and pencils. On the couch, there's a sketchbook with the page open on a half-finished drawing.

"This is for fun," you inform him, flipping the page to show him everything you've drawn on it.

Your talent never ceases to amaze him and he adores every drawing even if it was a drawing of mundane objects such as a chocolate wrapper.

"Can you draw?" You ask.

He shakes his head, he can confidently brag about anything but not his drawing skill.

"You want to try?"

You flip the sketchbook to a new page and take out a new pencil from a pencil case lying on the round table.

"I can't draw!" He says to you, it's not something embarrassing to admit anyway, everyone has a different talent and his talent is definitely not drawing.

"Come on! I'll be the model!" You say, then start dragging a chair from the kitchen to the center of the room.

"The model?"

"Yeah, for your drawing," you say, taking off his jacket that you are wearing and carefully folding it to place it on the armrest of the couch.

"Just like you did for my class," you add and start taking off your blouse.

Things take a hard turn for him and he thought he's in a dream because you keep taking your clothes off, then putting everything into a pile on the couch next to him.

He has no other choice but to draw you since you're already naked and posing for him by sitting on the chair.

He prepares himself to see you right in front of him, sitting sideways on the chair, stark naked but your eyes are looking at him.

Changbin picks up the pencil and is determined to do his best to draw you, although he can tell that it would be a disastrous drawing.

"Did I get you in trouble at the store earlier?" He asks, softly stroking his pencil on the pristine sketching paper.

"No," you answer.

"But my boss thinks you're mad over my paint recommendation."

"He remembers what we talked about that day?"

"Yes," you shortly reply, "he even remembers the color of socks I wore a week ago."

"Should I be amazed or creeped out?"

You laugh out loud, "definitely not a good thing, I can't lie about work to him," you whine while scratching your nose.

"Don't move, please!" He teases you even though he has no idea what he was doing.

"Oh? I'm sorry!" You meekly say with a sly laugh.

He starts to get the hang of it, drawing and glancing up to see you once in a while to refresh his memory, he picks up another topic because he doesn't want you to focus on him when it should be the other way around.

"Did you know that I modeled that day for a bet?" He asks, he has been trying to address the issues for so long, and now he gets the chance to explain, afraid that you might misunderstand the whole thing.

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, I was drunk and they made me agree to it," he explains while drawing the feet of the chair you're sitting on.

"Are you telling me this because you're afraid that I misunderstood everything?"

It catches him off guard how you can easily read his mind, or you are exceptionally gifted with keen senses. He really can't hide around you, you see right through him.

He stops drawing and put his hand down, "it was true that I met you through a bet," he says.

He looks at you because he wants you to know how sincere he is about this, "but this, going on dates with you is not part of it."

You don't react but keep looking into his eyes as if you're scanning his words thoroughly to see if anything he said is a lie.

"I know," you simply say.

That baffles him how you are so calm about it when he is stressed so much about this.

You get up from your chair and drag a folded quilt from the sofa, wrapping your naked body with it, and making your way toward him while clutching it around you.

When you're close enough, you stand next to him with a hand on his shoulder.

"Oh!" You beam when you look at his drawing of you, it looks more like a mindless, scrawled drawing of a person.

You tip your head to the side to say something about it, "Uhm... it's interesting..." you hum to yourself.

Changbin laughs at how speechless you got from seeing his artwork, "you don't have to say nice things," he says, drawing you close to him with a hand around your waist.

"I mean... you did a great job with the chair," you say with a sly smile.

His face drops and starts laughing out of embarrassment, regretting doing it in the first place.

"I told you I can't draw," he mumbles with his head nuzzled to your side.

It's your turn to laugh at how embarrassed he is of himself, wrapping the quilt around him and sitting on his lap, straddling him.

"We move on to the next thing then," you say with a raised eyebrow.

"Time for another trick?"

You nod.

That sparks Changbin's excitement, knowing what you're hinting at as you let the quilt slide down your body, reminding him that you're sitting fully naked on his lap.

Changbin realizes that he was rushing things the first time and he shouldn't make the same mistake, he will do it right.

So he starts over by taking his time admiring every curve and dip of your body with fluttering touches and kisses because you deserve no less than that.

"Take me to bed!" You whisper.

He doesn't need to be told yet he wants to be a gentleman about it, waiting for your permission. Now that he got it, he gets up from his chair, not having any trouble lifting you along with him with your legs hooked around his waist.

He kicks the door open and takes you to your bedroom, stop in the middle of the room as you smother his face with kisses.

"I hope you don't mind that I have a small bed," you say, turning your head to your single-sized bed in a baby blue bedsheet.

"Even better!" He exclaims and not wasting time laying you down on the bed.

Your hands are fumbling to take each piece of clothing while his body hovering above you, kissing you down your pillow.

Changbin helps by taking off the rest himself and getting on top of you, feeling your skin to skin, closest as he can get.

"Do you have another trick or should I do mine?" You ask him between kisses.

His ear perked up hearing the latter but there was no way he passes the chance to make you cum first, "I'm offended," he says.

"Huh?"

"Did you think that I'm running out of tricks?"

You chuckle while running your hands up and down his muscular arms, "Are you?"

He glares at you and then attacks you with haste, little kisses that make you giggle.

It's time for his trick, the ace up his sleeve, dragging his lips down to where he can please you the most. If one thing that he's confident about is going down on you and pleasing you with his mouth, his full lips and greedy mouth make a lethal combination that can make you squirm to eventually fall apart against his mouth.

His arms curve under your thighs, his hand joining yours to knead on your breast and the other keeping your leg open so he can dive deeper into your wetness.

Your moans are getting louder, breathless and he takes it that he's doing it right, licking your slit repeatedly with his slick tongue, then sucking on your clit.

"Oh my!" You gasp, tugging at his hair a little too hard.

He withdraws his mouth to give you a few seconds to catch your breath, kissing your inner thighs and smearing your juices all over with his lips.

"You taste sweet," he murmurs with a soft kiss on your clit.

It's so lewd and endearing at the same time yet your heart flips.

He glides his hands down to your thighs, pinching the flesh while looking at you with his head hanging low between your legs.

He presses a kiss on your thigh, "so, so sweet," he murmurs again before lowering his mouth to your cunt again. Your body goes limp as pleasure fills your body to the brim that it's almost overflowed out of you.

Changbin knows you're on the brink of climax, your legs are shaking, and keep wanting to clamp his head in between, he licks on your essence and tastes more of you.

"Can't take it anymore..." you breathlessly say to him, your hips lifting off of the bed.

Changbin doesn't reply but keeps going, responding to your words with more actions, more pressure on your clit, and letting it melt under his tongue.

"Oh my, oh..." your voice breaks into a mix of cries and moans.

It's a wondrous sight to see, seeing you drunk in pleasure with your body flushed with a heavenly glow. He can't resist but plant kisses on your body.

He pauses to rest his head on your stomach while adoring your little tattoos inked on the skin, continuing his trail of kisses to stop on your chest.

Your hands going in his hair to tenderly cradle his head, "that was a slick trick!"

He chuckles with his mouth against your collarbone, he takes it that the pleasure has slowly dissipated. He puts his arms around you, stopping your body to lift, making you gasp in surprise.

You gasp once more as he sits you down on his lap.

"Time for your trick, princess!" He teases you, tickling your neck by placing slobbering kisses.

You laugh into his hair with your hands around his neck, "I need to borrow your magic wand for that," you tease back.

He kisses your lips before answering, "With pleasure!"

It's the one thing that Changbin never knew would arouse him so much, how small you are around him, under him, on his lap.

But you always manage to take his cock well.

His eyes are watching the way his cock disappears into you, little by little and eventually buried completely inside you, in all that goodness that wrapped his cock snug and tight.

"Bounce, baby, bounce!" He coos as you move on his lap, bouncing on his cock with your breasts moving along to the movements.

He is more than eager to take them in his mouth, sucking on your nipples, gently nibbling on the flesh. Your moans and the skin-slapping sounds of your bodies colliding for every move you make on him echo in your room.

Your trick is of course doing magic on him, except that you haven't cast the spell yet.

Your hand is in his hair then slowly your put your mouth close to his ear, "you can cum inside me, Bin!"

His mouth lets go of your breast instantly, as if it would help him make sense of the words you just whispered to him. He holds you by your waist and put you on a halt, "what did you say?"

You give his lips a quick peck then answer him, "I said, you can cum inside me," you repeat.

Changbin draws a deep breath, overwhelmed by your surprising offer which he can't resist. He takes another moment to gather his thoughts by putting you down on the bed again then slowly pulls out of you.

"What's wrong?" You ask because he looks rather confused when you thought he would be ecstatic about it.

He props a hand against the bed and towers about you, "you want me to cum inside you?" He asks again like you speak another language to him earlier.

You cup his jaw in your hand, "yes, only if you want to."

He lets out a breathless laugh and hides his face in your neck, "I need a moment."

"Take as much as you want," you say to him while holding him close.

After the much-needed time, he pushes his cock inside you again with low moans escaping your mouth until he is fully sheathed in your warm velvety walls.

There you are again, looking so small under him but not having trouble taking his big cock, it arouses him so much that he doesn't want to waste another second to thrust into you.

"You're so small," he murmurs with his face only inches away from yours.

"The bed?" You ask.

He chuckles and places a kiss on your lips for your wit.

"And you're so big," you say back, a hand wrapped around his neck.

"So little..."

"Yeah?"

"So good..." he sighs in delight.

"So fucking good..." he sighs again as he feels you clench around him which gives him the assurance to pick up the pace.

You keep looking at him and forcing him to look back at you, watching every face you make as he pounds into you.

He groans, he can feel that he can't hold it much longer, it's just so good he can't take it anymore.

"Bin?"

"Mmh?"

"You're going to cum inside me, right?" You casually ask like you didn't just ask him to plant his seed inside you.

Those words do nothing but make him impatient for a release he groans in response.

"Going to fill me with your cum?" You ask again while brushing his hair to the back and keeping them there.

It's your twinkling eyes that resemble a child's so much that gets him off yet what you ask of him is far from innocent, it's improper, filthy and he likes it so much.

His body answers to his need by moving faster, faster and the next thing he knows, he's soaring high to cloud nine.

Your legs locked around his waist to not let him pull out yet, you want every drop of his seed inside you.

He continuously groans yet keeps the motion of his hips going, slowing down the pace while his mouth searches for yours.

It's nothing like he ever had before, he believes sex hits differently because he did it with you.

There's not much space to move around on the bed but to hold you close and kiss you while trying to calm himself down from his high.

The trip to the bathroom helped him but all he wanted is immediately go back under the covers with you.

Your hands are stacked under your chin as you lay on top of him while his hands rest on the arch of your back, fingers twirling the end of your hair.

"I have something to tell you," you say.

"Go ahead and tell me!"

"I like you," you mutter to him as clear as day.

That makes him wonder how can you make everything seems so easy. He should learn from you how to speak his feelings out loud.

"But not that much," you quickly add.

That, he doesn't expect.

You chuckle seeing his baffled expression, "what I mean is it would be the right time for you to leave," you say.

His hands stop playing with your hands, "what do you mean?"

"I know you don't like sticking to one person for long," you say, speaking so softly as to not let him get the wrong idea, "I'd completely understand if you don't want to continue this."

He watches your face as you explain everything to him, how you don't want to be involved more if he just wants to fool around with you. He gets the message but it's too late for that.

"Then we got a problem," he says to you.

You tip your head to the side.

"I already like you too much," he wraps his hands around you and holds you close like you weren't lying on top of him already.

"A nice offer though but I have to say no," he finishes with a shrug and a smirk.

You shrug as well and nuzzle your head in the crook of his neck, "don't say I didn't warn you!"

Changbin breaks into a run once his class is finished.

He wants to catch you before you leave for the next class, he can make it in 5 minutes if he runs fast enough to the art class.

The students are spilling out of the door when he gets there, he takes a break to catch his breath and walks to the art class. You are talking to a guy and he spotted the bottle of juice, the same one you gave him the day he modeled for the class.

He dashes towards you and hugs you from the back, doesn't hesitate to kiss you in front of other people.

"I was talking to someone," you scold him as you pull away from the kiss.

You turn your head at the guy again, "I'm sorry," you mutter your apology to him.

"No worries!" He says.

Changbin tightens his hand around your waist as if to mark his territory and you silently chuckle at him.

"I'd better go then!" The guy says and slings his backpack on one shoulder.

"Thanks for the hard work!" You say and watch him leave.

Changbin finally can relax and lets go of you, putting on a displeased face, "so you did that to the other models too?"

You shake your head and go to your chair to take your bag, "yes, I do thank them for their hard work."

He isn't that jealous but then he sees the drawing you made on the guy and he suddenly feels a fit of intense jealousy, he wants to be the only one you draw that good.

But that would be selfish of him, also, he can't blame your talent.

You put your hand on his chest and say, "I did that to you too!"

He suddenly feels bad for being so jealous, because it reminds him of how he met you. He takes your hands and pulls you to the changing room.

"I have to go to my next class," you mumble but not stopping him from taking you inside.

"But we have a few minutes before that!" He insists, locking the door behind him.

You look at him, scoffing because he knows he is up to no good.

He flashes you a smirk as he leans in close and then puts his lips on your lips, capturing you in a kiss that he craves so much because the make-out session in his car earlier wasn't enough.

You giggle as he places kisses on your neck while his hands move down to your legs, sneaking under the hem of your dress.

"We don't have time for your magic trick," you tell him.

That doesn't stop him from keeping going, he hastily kisses your lips and confidently says, "I can make anything happens!"

You scoff and put your hands around his neck, "of course, I believe you."

But that didn't sound convincing to him, he needs to make you believe that it's possible for him to do it.

"Want to bet?"

This is what he likes to play, he knows his odd and the odd is in his favor.

You slyly smile at him, considering his offer for a bit before nodding, "okay."

He smirks at you again before kneeling on the floor, putting his hands under your dress to pull your underwear down your legs.

Without lifting the dress, his hand traces your delicate flesh, easily locating your clit to gently circling on it. He looks up at you and sees how your mouth slacks open, your breathing grows heavy as he teases it more by running his fingers down your slit, soaking his fingers with your arousal.

"Here comes the magic trick!" He says as he lifts the hem of your dress.

And this is what he likes to see, that thing between your legs, winning and proving you wrong.

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gryffindormarveltwilight · 8 months

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All we Need - Jake Seresin x Reader - Part 2

A/N: Here is part two, I have enjoyed writing this hence why I am getting the parts up pretty quickly. Feedback is welcome and so are request!

Pairings: Jake ‘hangman’ seresin x fem!pilot!Benjamin Reader

Warning: Angst Fluff Naval Inaccuracies mentions of death and mentions of the mission from the movie

Note: this is a bot of an AU where Iceman is fine and better!

Jakes POV

“Daddy,” I hear a whisper next to me and a slight tap on my shoulder opening my eyes to see my daughter with a sad look on her face.

“What’s the matter Daisy?”

“Thena gone.” She replies tears brimming in her eyes and I shoot up out of bed, any indication that last night was a dream gone as I look at the tears threatening to fall.

“No baby maybe she just had an early start you know how she likes to wake up early to go make sure everything is safe for you.” She nods and starts making grabby hands indicating she wanted to be picked. I picked her up and headed toward the kitchen to start breakfast looking at the clock seeing that it was only 7am, Sarah wouldn’t be here for another half an hour to pick Daisy up. We eventually sat down for breakfast when there was a knock on the door. I opened it to see Sarah standing there a wide grin on her face as she stepped through the house.

“Hi miss Daisy” Daisy lifted her head with a small smile.

“Hi grandma Sarah”

Sarah shot me a confused look and I sighed normally Daisy would jump out of her seat for Sarah.

“Y/N got home last night, but was gone before we could wake up.” Sarah nodded immediately understanding the gloominess of the two Seresin’s.

“I am sure she will be home tonight Daisy, until then did you want to spend some time with me and Papa Ice and we can go to the zoo” Daisy head pops up and she sprints to her room to get ready suddenly excited at the sound of going to he zoo.

“I will grab some money for you to take her to the zoo, Sarah, thank you for looking after her.”

“Don’t you dare Jake, it is always our pleasure, since Ice got better he loves spending time with her and besides I know how hard it is for kids to grow up in this lifestyle.”

“Thank you” I say giving her a hug, for some reason this last deployment of Athena’s seemed harder than normally and now with this mission we are all stressed, the only silver lining was that Iceman was better lifting everyones spirits slightly. “Can you help Daisy get ready, I need to be on base in 30 mins.” Sarah nodded before walking into Daisy’s room.

After getting ready I waved to Sarah and Daisy before heading off towards base. When I arrived I walked into the classroom to noticed I was the last one to arrive with still no sign of Athena anywhere I start thing maybe she hadn’t been recalled and was just home early from deployment. As I took my seat next to Coyote, Warlock and Cyclone walk in explaining the details of the mission.

“And now to introduce the pilot instructed to teach all of you how to successfully fly this mission……Captain Pete Mitchell call sign Maverick.”

I turn to see Mav walking down the centre of the chairs, he hives me a subtle nod as I see Coyote Payback and Fanboy drop their heads while an angry look crosses Roosters face.

“What did you do Coyote”

“We throw him overboard about 1 min after you left last night.” I laugh lowly as Mad starts talking about the F-18 handbook.

“Today’s training will be basic dogfighting, you will be going up in pairs, first up Hangman, Payback and Fanboy, be ready in 15, I will meet you in the air.” We all start to stand up and head towards our jets, I see Rooster looking angry.

“Rooster man you okay?” He rolls his eyes at me

“Go away Hangman.”

“Okay but just so you know you can talk to me I know normally you would talk to Athena about it but you can talk to me.”

“I really thought she would be here.”

“Me too.” We turn to look as we hear a jet take off from the 2nd runway where the instructors planes normally are.

“Well that must be Mav that’s my cue, don’t let whatever is getting to you get to you Rooster.” I leave it at that and walk toward my jet before doing pre-flight checks. Once I was ready to go I lined up on the tarmac as Payback and Fanboy take off, after I have taken off we start idling above the training area waiting for instructions.

“Morning Aviators and welcome to basic dogfighting, you are not to go below the hard deck of 5,000 feet. The goal shoot before you get shot down.”

Mav starts through the radio before Payback interrupts.

“What happens if we don’t, sir”

“I shoot back.” I can here the snideness in his voice.

“How bout we put some skin in the game.”

“What are you thinking Payback?”

“Whoever gets shot down has to do 200 push ups.”

“Alright you are on Payback.”

“Guys. That is a lot of push ups.” My heart nearly plummets to the ground when I hear the voice through the radio, a voice I would no anywhere suddenly the sun is blocked out of my canopy and I look up as I see Athena had moved her jet so she was upside over my jet.

“Hey cowboy, miss me.”

“Shit is that…” Payback breaks through the radio and Fanboy finished the sentence

“Athena, shit.”

Readers POV

I giggle as I hear Payback and Fanboy swear looking down at Jake just able to make out the shocked expression, i knew he knew i was home but I had still managed to surprise him.

‘Alright boys, its on.’ I quickly break away from my inclined position getting into a fight position, I knew Jake was going to be the tough one to beat, i also knew he had a bad habit of leaving his wingman so I went after Payback and Fanboy first, the put up on hell of a fight radio for Jake who i had seen sneak up behind me arrogance in his voice.

“This fellas is how you kill a goddess.”

“Right Hangman, time to teach you a lesson,,,,you’re out Payback.”

“Copy Athena” i break away and Jake follows as i start flying toward the sun, i can hear him asking payback for help to which payback responds with ‘i’m dead dickhead.’ And I giggle knowing i am now out of jakes line of sight i pull the control stick and flip over the top to land behind him.

‘You’re out Hangman, next time don’t leave your wingman.’ I see him hit the canopy before we all head back to base. I was the first to land, after i landed i popped the canopy and climb down the wing as i hit the ground I was wrapped in a tight pair of arms.

‘I missed you too Roo.’ He didn’t say anything just hugged me tighter.

‘I havent seen you in what a year and you dont even call to tell me your back.’ Before i can answer two more sets of arms wrap around me I look to see both Bob and Phoenix hugging me

‘Good to see you both as well.’ I reach up and ruffle bobs hair to which he groans through a wide smile.

‘Phe, we need lots of drinks tonight, on me.’ She nods

‘I missed you thena’

‘Me too Phe.’

I spot Jake over Phoenix’s head I smile before sprinting across the tarmac, Jake smiles even wider as I leap in his arms and wrap my legs around his waist.

‘Miss me did you Thena.’

‘You know I did, sorry I didn’t call, I didnt know I was coming back till I was practically on the plane.’

‘Daisy was upset you weren’t there this morning.’ He says placing me on the ground. I lower my head, suggesting ice cream and movies before we go to the Bar tonight.

‘I gotta go see Mav, but I will see you all in the classroom soon yeah.’ And i take off towards where Mav is standing with Cyclone.

Jakes POV

I watch as she takes off running toward Mav and Cyclone so lost in my own thoughts I didn’t hear Rooster come up behind me

‘That was odd.’ I turn to Rooster.

‘What are you on about man she just needed to talk to Mav.’ I replied though Rooster was right we hadn’t seen each other in months and she said two sentences to me. Rooster just shrugged and walked towards the classroom where everyone else was gathering. I walked it taking my seat next to Coyote normally Athena would sit on the other side but right now she was standing still fully kitted up next to Mav. Cyclone moves to the front of the room gaining everyone’s attention

‘Now the she has graced as with her appearance can I introduce your team leader and co-instructor for this mission, the only pilot on active duty to be an Ace by having five air-to-air kills, and the best pilot that Navy has had in decades Lieutenant Commander Y/N Benjamin, call sign Athena.’ I turn in shock to look at Phoenix and Rooster who are also looking with at the front in shock as she moves to the front, Coyote taps my shoulder whispering in my ear

‘She is an Ace and got a promotion and you didn’t tell me.’

‘I didn’t know.’ And i turn back to the front of the room my full attention on Athena.

‘Most of you I know and have flown with before for some it is the first time, the point of these next few weeks is to teach you all how to fly this mission and get you all home safely.’

I took note of the way she was phrasing the mission objectives and how she was always saying you and not us, I made a mental note to talk to her about it in private, we all knew this mission was dangerous but the way she is speaking is that someone is coming home and that someone is her.

‘Now next in the air going up against Maverick is Rooster, Phoenix and Bob.’ Rooster shoots a small glare at her and she shrugs slightly.

‘As for the rest of you report to the rec room there is a schedule there of who is flying and when except Payback, Fanboy and Hangman.’ I flinch at my call sign coming out of her mouth through all our years she has always referred to me as Jake.

‘Ma’am where do we report.’ Fanboy asked.

‘To Hondo, Fanboy, you three owe me 200 pushups.’

Readers POV

I saw Payback and Fanboy groan as the head towards Hondo, I glance to Jake who looks hurt that i had kept the promotion and the fact i was now an Ace a secret. As he stood up i yelled out to him to get his attention to stay back.

‘Ma’am is there something i can do for you.’ I could hear the sarcasm in his voice with hints of anger

‘Cut it out Hangman, I was going to tell you I just hadn’t got time to.’

‘How could you not get time is your phone broken or something.’

‘I got told i was being recalled then shoved on a plane before i finishing packing my bag, by the time i got home I just wanted to sleep.’

‘What happened on you last mission Athena?!’ I saw his face soften as i struggled to control my emotions a flash of sadness making its way across my face, before i could answer Cyclone called me to report to his office.

‘I want to tell you Jake, but I don’t know if i am ready, tonight can we go together to get daisy and then maybe grab some ice cream by the beach.’ He just nodded in response and i patted him on the arm before walking to cyclones office.

‘Sir,’

‘Athena, how was it being back in the air after everything today?’

‘Fine sir, no issues at all it felt like i never left.’

‘Losing a wingman is never easy Athena if you need to talk to someone whether its professionally or Iceman you need to talk about it.’

‘I know thank you sir, with regard Iceman is helping me as he knows the details of the mission.’

‘Very well and well done on the promotion, I am sure you are happy’

‘Yes Sir, thank you.’ As he dismissed me and i headed toward the locker room hoping Phoenix was still in the sky. As i picked up the pace tears threatening to spill i crashed into a hard chest looking up to see who it was i widen my eyes in surprise.

‘Uncle Ice?’

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cherrygukki · 2 years

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the waves | birthday special (m)

➸ pairing: surfing instructor!jungkook x f. reader ➸ word count: 7.2k (oops) ➸ genres: s2fwb-ish au, pwp, smut, a bit of humor at the start, fluff at the end if you squint hard enough ➸ rating: M — Minors do not interact! ➸ summary: After your best friend forcefully dragged you to take surfing lessons during your vacation, things suddenly took the wrong turn when a thick cloud of sexual tension spurs you and your surfing instructor. Or was it really a wrong turn? ➸ warnings: it goes from 0 to 100 FAST, jimin makes a quick appearance in the beginning, reader almost drowns, dom kook, big dick kook, unprotected sex (wrap it before you tap it!), public sex (they literally did it at the beach lmao), exhibitionism, cowgirl and reverse cowgirl, dry humping, multiple orgasms, slight overstim., sir kink, praise kink, humiliation, dumbification, dirty talk, degradation kink, name calling (uses of slut, whore, bitch, etc.), water sports squirting, fingering, oral (m. receiving), slight boob play, brief mention of anal, kissing, rough sex, IT'S JUST BASICALLY AN INTENSE ROUND OF FUCKING GOODBYE ➸ author's note: hello! new account here and this is the first fic i've ever posted in celebration for koo's birthday :)) got this idea from a real-life experience a few months ago. apologies in advance for any grammatical errors or spelling mistakes i didn't notice (lmk if i missed any warnings/tags too!) feedback/comments will be highly appreciated! happy reading <33

"I don't even know how to fucking swim!"

Like a toddler, you loudly wailed in protest at the man in front of you. He merely chuckled at your futile complaint before giving three reassuring pats on your shoulder.

"Who said you're going to swim? All you do is basically stand up on a board and ride the waves!" To his disappointment, his light-hearted consolation was brushed off as you heaved out a scoff stuffed with irony.

"Yeah, right. You talk as if I won't fuck shit up."

"Because you won't! You slay in everything. You know that."

"For fuck's sake, Jimin, you don't even know what surfing is like yourself!"

"Hey, you're gonna thank me if you suddenly become the real-life Merliah from Barbie In A Mermaid Tale once you become an expert at this!"

"You're already dead meat to me before that bullshit even happe—"

"Ms. Y/N?"

Both you and your best friend froze the moment you heard the strange, yet quite charming voice of a man. The both of you simultaneously turned around only to be greeted by... a Greek God?

You squinted your eyes. Once — no twice, maybe thrice? You didn't know. The only fact you were aware of at that moment was that he appeared too heavenly to be an underpaid surfing instructor by the lazy beach side.

Jimin nudged you by the shoulder a bit too eagerly. You knew that signal, and from there on, he gave you that look.

The look that you'd found treasure buried underneath the sand.

Your mouth went dry, your throat suddenly growing tight, and your voice disappearing like faint dust. You were in denial at that moment. His looks were enough to make him a qualified model for Vogue! There's no way you deserve to be instructed by someone as hot as hi—

"You're Y/N, aren't you? I'll be your surfing instructor for today." Maybe the staring erupted some awkward tension between the two of you. Shit, did he notice the way your eyes shamelessly ogled his figure? Or the way your throat visibly formed large lumps? You desperately hoped not. You gave a quick glance to your best friend before busting out a grin and laughing nervously to fill in the quiet space between the two of you.

You squeaked in utter embarrassment, "Yes."

"Pleasure to meet you. I'm Jungkook, by the way." He smiled gently before lending out his hand for a brief handshake. The gesture itself was already enough to have your insides melting for him. He's already too perfect.

You abruptly felt Jimin leaning in to whisper quietly in your ear. "The room is all yours later. Just call me when you're done with him."

Before you could fully react to his statement, he was already walking backwards while waving at you with the shittiest smile plastered on that cunning face of his.

"Have fun!" He yelled, radiating his support despite being a far distance away from you.

"...Lastly, this little guy underneath the board is the fin. Some boards have three fins on them, but since you're only a beginner, you're going to be good enough with one," Jungkook explained the last part featured on the large surfboard standing in front of you as if he was explaining human anatomy. Nodding quietly, you nibbled with the lower part of your lip as you acknowledged his words, focusing on your primary task at hand that was to not get distracted with the instructor's muscles bulging through the sleeves of his dark swimsuit.

God, if you were already getting a visual preview of the divine sculpture hidden beneath the layers of spandex, you wonder whether there was more to the eye than the almost inappropriate thoughts circling around the beauty in front of you.

Oh — and would you look at that! You caught a glimpse of the intricate designs of ink delicately wrapped around his calloused fingers, and a brief portion of the full sleeve tattoo that you presumed he had. It all made your mind daze itself in a messy whirlpool, head clouded within a frenzy of thoughts as you zoned out for a moment. You had to breathe, and this man standing still within your vicinity was only making things worse.

"Ms. Y/N?" You heard your instructor call you. Your heart fluttered, but you were determined to ignore the feelings of admiration you had for this man if you wanted to let this lesson go smoothly. "You were staring blankly ahead for a few seconds," Jungkook chuckled at your zoned out expression before motioning you towards the surfboard that was now laid out against the sand. "I need to know which side you're used to facing when you start surfing later," he stated.

With that, you stepped on the board as your instincts guide you to face at your right side. It was settled, then. Jungkook was fast in getting back to demonstration as he taught you how your position ought to be by the time you're within the waters for real.

"Now, try getting up," Jungkook instructed.

Hence, you did exactly what you have learned from the past five minutes. You're laying on your chest with the starting position Jungkook had taught you, now steadily pushing your upper body away from the board as you bring your left foot upfront, finally getting into the final position before you hear Jungkook clapping from behind.

He marveled, "That's great! You're definitely ready to be out there." You couldn't help but smile at his praise, feeling validated that you weren't looking like an incompetent fool in front of him. He suddenly squatted down by your right foot, taking the leash that was attached to the board and tied it right above your ankle. The foreign sensation of his touch just barely grazing over your skin was enough to have you flinching. It was warm, subtle, yet you could still feel the rough patches on his fingers. Shivers were running down your spine with goosebumps prickling on the surface — God, you were extremely sensitive or him.

It merely took seconds for Jungkook to secure the strap on you, heaving a sigh before getting back on his feet. "It's not too tight, is it?" He asked. "We don't want the board drifting away from you." You shook your head, unbothered with being attached to a heavy weighing board at the moment. Soon enough, Jungkook was already carrying the long board with one grip as the both of you began dragging yourselves to the depths of the sea. It was difficult to control your movements, for the waves were being rebellious against your motions — not to mention the salty seawater splashing on your face the deeper you and Jungkook went.

He finally came to a halt, making sure the water was still shallow for your height as he was fully aware that beginners like you will take time adjusting to an intense sport like this. He patted the board, signalling you to get on before any waves approach you.

"Move backwards," he instructed, and you obeyed, scooting closer to the tail of the board. However, your feet were still far from the end of the board, so Jungkook ultimately had no choice but to firmly grab your legs and drag you further towards the edge. You yelped in surprise, which was thankfully left unnoticed by Jungkook who was now pushing the board deeper. It didn't take long for him to find the perfect spot for you, finally turning the board around so you can face the shore ahead of you. You gulped, abruptly feeling the surge of anxiety pumping through your veins, wondering whether you'd even be able to stand up on the board for more than three seconds or not, especially with the notable amount of people with you, it was harder to get your mind out of the gutter.

It wasn't until Jungkook had interrupted your thoughts, that it made you forget how to breathe for a nanosecond. "Do you remember what I taught you?" You nodded hastily. "Yeah."

"When I say ready, get in your ready position, and once you hear me say go, stand up as fast as you can. Get it?" Jungkook reminded, and all you could do was gesture a nod once again. After all, there was a large lump clogging your throat, and you didn't really have the enthusiasm in you to reply to him.

A few seconds had passed, and Jungkook saw your first wave coming. "Ready," he remarked. You recall what he demonstrated to you, imitating the vivid image playing in your head while you held your breath.

He was already pushing the board away along with the wave's force. "Go!" He yelled, and there you were clumsily pushing yourself up. You managed to stand up on the board, about to smile to yourself for your memorable success until it didn't take another second for you to gain impact with the salty water.

You were grateful you were prepared for the fall, at least, but it didn't stop the embarrassment from rushing to your face. Jungkook swam to where you were, checking whether you had possibly inhaled any of the water. To his relief, though, you were fine.

"You okay?" He couldn't help but ask, and you gave him a firm nod, lending the board to him so he can push it back to your initial position.

Patting the board, he instructed once again, "Get on." You did as he told you, making your body parallel with the surface as you made yourself comfortable. "Move backwards." That familiar command finds its way to your ears once again, and this time, you scoot yourself over the right place this time, earning an unexpected praise from your instructor.

"Good girl."

You could've sworn to the heavens above you that you almost let out a choked cough if it hadn't been for the way you immediately swallowed upon hearing his words. Choosing to ignore it, you simply laid the side of your head against the board instead as Jungkook quietly pushed you to deeper lengths, noticing the wave that's merely beginning to form beyond the distance.

"Are you ready for another round?"

"Yeah."

"You're impressive," he stated, "Not everyone gets it on their second try, you know?"

"Was that why so many people were cheering earlier?" You couldn't help but chuckle, your pride overflowing with joy when you finally cracked a toothy grin towards Jungkook. "I guess you could say so," he replied.

At first glance, Jungkook knew you were merely another one of the women he's taught before just with the way your eyes have turned smitten the moment they landed on him. It was a reaction he became all too familiar with. He couldn't help it — even Jungkook himself knew how much he stood out among his co-workers, and he had to eventually face the consequences for it one way or another.

However, he thought you were cute.

He couldn't refrain himself from eavesdropping on earlier's squabble between you and Jimin, his interest being piqued the first time his eyes landed on your petty face. You gave off the impression of a bold woman, and Jungkook fantasized of nothing more but to ruin that same face of yours after noticing the sudden shift in your attitude.

Jungkook liked you, and his brain was thinking of multiple ways on how to rip an orgasm from you.

"Do you know how to swim?" He asked, albeit already aware of the answer you're about to say just for the sake of initiating a conversation between you two.

"No," you sighed, muscles relaxing as you patiently waited for the next wave. "You should, it's better to follow safety precautions," he suggested. "I can teach you if you want."

"I'll think about it," you jokingly said before abruptly bursting out a giggle, causing Jungkook to unknowingly smile at himself, finding ease in your presence.

"We still have more than 45 minutes ahead of us. I'll teach you how to ride the waves better than anyone else."

Sunset had long ended, what was once the lively and noisy seashore turned into a quiet and serene coastline with nothing but the sound of crashing waves accompanying you and Jungkook. Your supposed one-hour session also ended, but it was apparent that the both of you had lost track of time. It was too late to care, though. Over the past hours with Jungkook, you had quickly grown accustomed to the wonders of surfing as if you've been somewhat drugged. Along with that, you showed a ridiculously fast pace of improvement, which astonished you and Jungkook. You just couldn't stop — the feeling was akin to ecstasy. You felt like you were on top of the world whenever you stood up on the board as you heard Jungkook scream from behind with nothing but sweet praises that fueled your ego. The more moments went by, the more you grew comfortable with the charming man accompanying you.

The feeling was mutual to Jungkook. Every time he saw that endearing grin of yours after falling off, he couldn't simply let your last wave come yet. Whether you were going to pay him for the extra hours or not, he didn't mind as long as you were having the best time of your life. The money meant a lot to him, but nothing weighed more than the passion you held for a mere sport. Your attitude was definitely attractive to him.

Besides, Jimin never came back for you, so why cut your time with the fine man dedicating himself to make you an expert surfer? He was great company after all.

Unfortunately, it wasn't until Jungkook had to say something that heedlessly gave you a sense of disappointment.

"Okay, this will be your last wave for real."

He's been saying the same statement since the past two hours, insisting to let you go for "one more" since he couldn't deny that small pout you subconsciously do every single time. However, you thought he was being serious this time since the waves were bigger compared to before now that the moon was right in the sky. Jungkook only knew much about your capabilities, and because you were a beginner, he was certain that you wouldn't handle the upcoming waves from now on. He had no choice this time.

"Ready." Albeit you got into position before Jungkook had the chance to say it, the word spilled out of his mouth like it did on its own. He wanted to see how much you improved merely from one lesson, thus he pushed you along the waves. You definitely stood up quicker, and your balance was on-point, but what caught you off-guard was the fact that you were definitely riding something bigger. Your senses altogether suddenly became overwhelmed as you momentarily forgot what you were doing. You slipped, and it was just like the first time when you fell into the seawater.

Jungkook wasn't concerned at first, for he knew you would swim back up after your past failed attempts. However, he couldn't see any sign of you floating anywhere, and that was when he began to frantically swim towards the direction you headed in desperate search for you.

"Y/N?" Jungkook called out your name as his panic only increased for each second you were gone. He was about to dive in although his eyes will definitely melt in pain due to the high levels of salt in the sea. There was no other way — he inhaled deeply before it was followed by your abrupt gasp and your loud coughing. Your body was weak, and your entire body felt as if it was suffering a whole shutdown from a malfunctioning error. Your nose in particular was giving you the worst struggle at the moment. If it hadn't been for your small slip-up, then you were more than certain that you wouldn't have had to breathe in too much water in your lungs.

You're practically wheezing at this point while Jungkook didn't waste a second to swim towards you, giving you strong pats on your back.

"Get on." He quickly retrieved the board that was thankfully still attached to your ankle up until now. You got up hastily as he carefully assisted you, his touch was tender and delicate, being overly cautious as he was aware of your painful condition. He dragged you to shore with ease until you were both winded up by the contact of sand grazing your skin. Jungkook huffed loudly before plopping himself flat against the surface. The water washed over your soaked bodies every few seconds or so — it was a nice contrast to the rough texture you were laying on.

None of you spoke a word to each other as you both took your time taking a breather after the long and intense bout that occurred.

"Are you feeling okay now?" Jungkook asked after a few minutes. You nodded. "A little bit, yeah."

"Oh, okay. Thank Go—"

You abruptly coughed loudly — and maybe aggressively too, which in fact, took Jungkook off guard as his first reaction was to immediately panic, scurrying closer to your choking body before resorting to perform CPR on you.

He looked worried — scared even, and that look on his face was enough to have you cracking up in laughter.

"Got you."

"What?" He scoffed in disbelief, quickly prying his hands off your chest while giving you a face that showed a mixed stir of his emotions.

On the other hand, you were still wheezing your ass out to the point where no sound was coming out from you anymore. You uncontrollably smacked the ground over and over again the more you looked at Jungkook. It was a worthy look on him that you had successfully earned.

"That wasn't funny." You noticed his lips form a slight pout before he could even straighten his face. You merely giggled at the sight before responding, "You should've seen yourself, then."

He scoffed sarcastically, "I bet I'd look even funnier if you actually died, then."

"Oh, come on! That was practically a dumb excuse so you can lay your hands on me!"

"Jesus Christ, I didn't know overdosing on sea water makes you horny." He forced out a cough, trying to ease out the abrupt sexual tension that has suddenly arose without any notice. You whined, though, as it was definitely not the reaction you were anticipating from Jungkook. Perhaps you were overthinking his subtle actions earlier? Or that specific way he grazed your skin whenever you were in the incorrect position? Maybe Jungkook was right about you in his last statement. Were the salty water in your lungs really the cause behind the cloudy lust in your eyes?

Or maybe because it's been so long since the last time you had your needs met that you expect the mere stranger of a man in front of you to just do you right and give you the satisfaction of your life.

You didn't know anything except for one — you were definitely horny at the moment from all the touching, nicknames, and the treatment Jungkook had given you. You could've sworn that he also stared at you with eyes that of a predator. You were undoubtedly having eye sex with the man just a few hours ago, and now he's becoming the perplexing one here?

Oh how the tables turn, you thought, now sitting up on your elbows so you can properly face Jungkook who's now staring blankly at you. On the other hand, your face shows that you were indeed dead serious.

"I think you're really hot and this is either now or never whether I get to be railed by a hunk like you."

Oh.

So, that's how you wanted to play..? Honestly, Jungkook wasn't difficult to converse with. He understood your message right from the start, and now that he saw that other side of you he'd been yearning for so long, he didn't need any other reason to hold back anymore.

He needed your assurance, thus he didn't hesitate when he let out an almost animalistic growl before squeezing your throat around his inked fingers.

"Shit, baby, you just met with a stranger a few hours ago and all you wanna do is get fucked? Do you have any idea what you're saying right now?" His voice wasn't the usual saccharine and mellow one that you'd heard over and over again — no, this was completely different. It was as if you triggered a switch in his brain that caused him to be so rough with you. You could only choke on your breath while biting your bottom lip, and before you knew it, the throbbing in your core was already summoning the heat between your legs as you rubbed your thighs in search of some much needed friction.

Jungkook didn't fail to notice, hence he brought his other hand down to your inner thigh where he spread you apart, rubbing small circles with the pad of his thumb before cooing at you.

"You sure you want my cock inside you, huh? I won't go easy on you, sweetheart, you know that." You nodded, affirmative of your decision before he took you back by landing a gentle slap on your cheek with his palm. "Words, baby," he commanded.

"Yes." You winced as you looked up at the heavenly man above you with nothing but adoration in your eyes. Big and glossy — that's how Jungkook liked the way your eyes looked right now. He hummed in approval before abruptly attacking your lips in the messiest way possible. You moaned, wrapping your arms around his neck until the kiss turned sloppy in mere seconds.

Jungkook pulled away after noticing you being immediately short on breath. "I think you're pretty too," he panted, sliding a hand down to cup your clad heat. "My pretty slut."

A gasp escaped your lips, and he didn't take another second before crashing down again to let his tongue through the wet crevices of your cavern. No more words were exchanged, for you were both immersed in making out like horny teenagers in the middle of the beach. You could care less, though. All that mattered at the moment was the fact that you were being suffocated by the cushion-like texture of his lips.

Jungkook moaned in your mouth as he felt the tent growing within the confinements of his trousers, sending a rack of chills down your spine that had your goosebumps standing up for sure. It was a make-out session so good that you barely even registered him intruding your underwear, harshly pinching your clit that had you yelping out loud. However, the warm radiance of his fingers was merely an ephemeral moment, for he was already pulling them away from your throbbing heat. You whined in protest, the action only making you crave his touch more. It wasn't until he gripped the hem of your swimsuit, though, impatiently sliding it off your torso with ease before staring at your barely exposed chest with eyes full of desire.

It was a breathtaking view that only seemed to increase the hunger in his eyes. He shakily exhaled before burying his face within the crook of your neck to press small kisses around it.

"Fuck—you're gorgeous," he moaned. "Take yours off too," you insisted, hands within the expanse of his back as you took time to appreciate how broad he felt above you. He listened without much thought, for the only goal in his mind at the moment was to get rid of any piece of fabric on the two of you, wanting nothing more than to remove the physical barrier preventing you from fully connecting with each other.

You, on the other hand, were salivating at the chiseled structure of Jungkook's chest, silently worshipping him with your gaze alone. Every bump, every inch, every detail of his well-sculpted body had you already moaning wantonly. His muscles felt hard under your touch. You could barely believe the man above you was real.

Perhaps you got so carried away from ogling Jungkook's body that your brain didn't even get to acknowledge him plunging two slender fingers in and out of your sopping cunt. Hell, you didn't even realize that your leggings were already flung a few meters away from you, making you almost stark naked underneath Jungkook if it weren't for your bra that was still clasped around your torso. Groaning at the unexpected intrusion in your pussy, you arched your back until your chest eventually pressed itself against his. "You stare too much, sweetheart. Fucking me with your eyes isn't gonna get my dick inside you." He let out an airy chuckle as he relentlessly pounded his fingers in and out. The friction already had your eyes rolling to the back of your head, mouth agape as you were being toyed with like the cheap whore you were. His crude words merely added up to your arousal, the thickness of your essence drenched your inner thighs, the remainder of it leaking until it eventually reached down your ass.

Everything was so lewd to you. Each time he pushed his fingers inside, the louder your cunt squelched, a rush of embarrassment shading your cheeks in red, causing you to drape an arm over your face to hide your overly pathetic state. "Nuh-uh," Jungkook tutted, removing your arm to pin it against the sand. "Show me how much you enjoy my fingers fucking into your slutty cunt."

You squirmed at the harsh grip he had on you, already anticipating to see a bruising mark on your wrist the next day. It wasn't until things couldn't get any better worse when Jungkook set a brutal pace that had you screaming shamelessly. Your body shook uncontrollably, and your legs were at the precipice of giving up on you any second.

If the way he was fingering you was already considered inhumane enough, you could only shiver at the thought of him breaking your body by the time he's fully sheathed inside you.

However, when you felt the rough pad of his thumb gain contact with your throbbing clit, that became the end for you. He definitely showed no mercy, pressing harshly on your poor bundle of nerves that had your breathing all ragged as drool began to dribble down from the corners of your mouth. You squeezed your thighs shut from the intense stimulation, only to have Jungkook prying them open again which only added on to your exposure.

With that, he growled at you, pressing harder on your clit. "Don't you dare fucking hide away from me. Gonna cum all over my fingers, yeah? Be a good whore for me and make a mess. Wanna see you fall apart so fucking bad."

His words only egged you on to your incoming release. Each time his fingers would brush against that spongy spot had the knot in your abdomen grow tighter and tighter, feeling as if it was about to burst at any given moment.

"Oh, God— yes, fuck yes, Jungkook— don't stop, I'm so fucking close," you mewled loudly. The obscene noises you were making traveled straight to Jungkook's cock, wanting nothing more than to bury himself deep inside your wetness right this instant. He was patient, though, having full control of his full-on raging boner despite the extreme struggle. Well, not until he was about to reach his limit.

So, with two more thrusts of his digits on your g-spot, your vision fades into black as stars clouded your hazy eyes. Your mouth falls wide open, eyes rolling over to the back of your skull as you think about nothing but the rush of your intense orgasm. Any concerns of being seen in the vulgar position you were currently in were void of existence now. On the other hand, Jungkook shuddered at the sensation of his cock twitching violently at the sight of your mere fucked out state.

"Holy shit, babygirl, you fucking squirted all over me," he moaned, eyes blown out at your glistening folds. He slowly pumped his fingers, helping you ride out your high until you were whimpering at the overstimulation. You forcefully pushed his arm away, breathing heavily as your chest raised every few seconds.

"Tired?" Jungkook couldn't help but laugh at how drained you appeared. You chose to ignore him, though, turning your head away from him in humiliation now that your consciousness was beginning to dawn on you.

"Uh, uh, uh," he tsked, hovering over your quivering finger before gripping your face with his entire hand. Maneuvering your head to look at him, Jungkook leaned in closer to your face, sensually licking at the soft shell of your ear while humming blissfully. It hadn't even been a minute since your post-orgasm, and the mere action Jungkook did had more of your arousal gushing out of your still-throbbing cunt. "That was only the bare minimum, baby. I have more things I wanna do with you," he hoarsely whispered. Before your mind could even properly comprehend his words, he was already flipping both of your figures so you could be the one to be on top this time. He laid comfortably underneath the board as he placed his hands on your hips.

There you finally felt the prominent outline of his cock for the first time. You quietly gasped at his size, eliciting a groan from Jungkook.

He pushed your shoulders away, making you sit up on him as your pussy was now directly above his crotch. If it weren't for the trousers he was still wearing, you would had gotten his dick wet by now from the amount of your juices you were pouring out.

With that, he placed one hand on your hip, whereas the other slid itself up to cup your bra-clad tit. "Grind on it, sweetheart," he demanded.

You were already moaning before you could even move, only turning louder when you were finally relieving the much needed friction you were desperately looking for within the past three minutes. You shamelessly gyrated your hips against his cock, placing your hands on his broad shoulders to balance yourself. God, were you too fucked out on his dick that you didn't even realize that Jungkook already unclasped your bra in a haste, swiftly attacking one of your nipples with his mouth as he kneaded the other. You threw your head back in utter pleasure as you hung your mouth wide.

"Look at you, so fucked out on my dick. Such a good whore for me, aren't you?" He teased as he continued to pinch one of your nipples, the other hand cupping the warmth of your cheek before smashing your lips together once more.

Pulling away, you moaned against his mouth, "Wan' you inside me, please."

Surprisingly, Jungkook immediately complied without exchanging words with you. Slightly raising his hips up, he swiftly tugged his trousers off, kicking them away with no care whatsoever on where it had landed. His mind was set on one thing — tearing you apart on his cock.

He didn't think twice to manhandle your poor body, turning you around so that your back was facing him whereas you faced the scattered huts in the distance where someone could literally be witnessing the pornographic state you and Jungkook were in — naked, with nothing left to cover any of your dignity.

"Jungkook—" you whined, "someone might see us."

"And?" He quirked a brow at your statement as he aligned your dripping cunt over the angry tip of his cock. "You really have the audacity to say you're ashamed now?"

"Oh—oh fuck..!"

Without any warning at all, he forced you down on his dick, stretching your walls out in the most delicious, yet painful manner. You arched your back until his dick was finally buried to the hilt, your creamy essence oozing out until it eventually coats his balls. You could feel him sitting up behind you, wrapping his muscular arms around your waist before he hauled your back flush against his chest. Your walls fluttered sporadically around his cock, sending a powerful shudder at Jungkook's end. He exhaled deeply before propping his chin on your shoulder.

"Bet that slutty little cunt loves to get caught being fucked, doesn't it? — Oh fuck, I can feel you squeezing my dick, sweetheart," he chuckled in your ear, keeping you stuck on his cock. The ecstatic warmth of your hole wrapped around him gave him an all-new addiction he wanted to stay with the entire night.

"I can say you're good at riding the waves, baby, but are you just as good when it comes to riding my cock?" He purred, giving you yet another challenge that sparked up a flame inside your heat. "I don't think you can, sweetheart. You can't even think about anything when you were getting fucked by my fingers," he continued, "All you think about is wanting to get fucked by this dick, don't you?"

However, you wanted to prove him wrong. The humiliation he was planting inside you only seemed to fuel your longing to milk his cock dry, so you raise your hips, whimpering at the process from the delicious drag of his cock against your sensitive folds. "N-no," you breathed out. "I can d-do it—I can ride sir's cock g-good too."

Hearing your protest aroused him, but the new nickname you unconsciously gave him made his cock, if that was even possible, harder inside you. You moaned when he throbbed inside you, your pussy squelching louder the moment you slammed back down on his cock, swallowing him whole as you left no inch outside your warm hole.

"Yeah, you're gonna take sir's cock like the good whore you are?" He spurred you on, his words sending your mind into a frenzy as the rasp in his voice brought a pleasant thrill that traveled down your heat. "Prove it, then. Show me that you aren't such a dumb cockslut, babygirl."

"Ouh— fuck," you cried when you impaled yourself on his cock, gradually setting a pace while you bounced erratically on him.

Every vein, every ridge, and every inch drove you madly insane. Not to mention the way his cock curved inside you, giving you justttt the perfect kiss you needed to feel him right up your cervix. Everything was downright lewd and obscene, but it only sparked up your arousal to greater heights. The mere thought of having someone's eyes possibly laid out on you and Jungkook's current state already had your eyes rolling back as your mouth fell round, a mantra of moans and curses tumbling out as if you became a broken toy.

Your hands were running all over every part of your body. God, you only had him inside you for three minutes and you already felt like completely tearing apart on top of him. You were getting more overwhelmed the more you desperately bounced yourself on his dick like the bitch he exactly expected you to be, and you loved it. You gladly took everything Jungkook offered you, converting it into the most pleasurable moment of your lives as he sat there, watching you oh-so quietly. He nibbled on his lower lip every time his eyes landed on your ass that jiggled every time it clashed with his lap, but what had him throbbing once again was definitely the ring of wetness that formed around the base of his cock. You moaned rather loudly when you abruptly felt Jungkook's callused hands grip your frail wrists, bringing both of them behind your back with one hand as the other found itself harshly spanking your ass.

"Fuck, Jungkook!" You groaned in mixed bliss and pain. "That's it, you're doing so well for me, baby. Taking sir's cock like the good slut you are," he growled, landing another spank on your ass again to urge you on. You could only whimper at his roughness before complying, anyway. You rode him faster, harder, raising your hips up until just the tip remains inside you only to sink back in allll the way. You were going so fast that more of your essence trickled down, making everything a mess within your wetness. It was just the way you liked it. Your pace remained consistent for a few more minutes, until your muscles were beginning to feel the effects of soreness as your body was slowly succumbing to exhaustion. Your breathing became erratic, chest violently heaving up and down until you reached to the point where your last resort was to pathetically grind on his lap like an animal in heat. You heard him scoff behind you, finally freeing your wrists from his tight grasp as his hands were now focusing on your waist. He planted his feet on the ground, and from there on, you already knew what he was plotting in mind.

When he thrusted up, your legs shook and your breath knocked itself out of your lungs. If it wasn't for the tight hold he had on your waist, you would have fallen down by now.

"And I thought you were good at riding cock," he chuckled humorlessly, practically rearranging your intestines with the brutal pace he set on you. "I guess you're only made to take it after all," he continued, "you gonna be a good girl for sir and take his dick?" You cried when one of his hands snaked itself to your neglected bud, "Yes! Oh, fuck— yes, wan' you to fuck me."

He laughed darkly upon hearing your words, cooing at you, "Aw, did my baby get so fucked out on my cock that she turned stupid? Such a dumb slut I have right here."

With that, he abruptly pulled out of your hole without notice. You screamed in frustration as you tried to get him inside again, but he stopped you before you even could. "Jesus fucking Christ, you're also a greedy one, aren't you? I was only going to turn you around, sweetheart." He chortled.

You quietly whimpered when he was manhandling you again, heart pounding hastily in your chest as you felt him line the tip against your folds, teasing you for a few seconds before plunging inside you. You mewled wantonly, welcoming that same warmth you were craving for. However, the calm moment only lasted for a second when he was fucking into you again. Your mouth fell apart again as you could barely hold your eyes open. You frantically placed your hands on top of his shoulders for leverage until your head eventually gave in too. You laid on top of Jungkook's chest as you were forced to take his cock inside you.

He held both sides of your head so he could look at you, and doing so only made the lust in his eyes grow darker. Your hair was disheveled, your lips became swollen from all the kissing and biting, and your face definitely screamed "I Just Received the Best Fuck of My Life" vibes. It only fueled his determination to make you reach your breaking point.

Oddly enough, Jungkook had developed an obsession in witnessing you fall apart because of him. Were either of you complaining, though? Definitely not.

"Look at you, did my cock fuck you up so bad?" He giggled before swiping a lone strand of hair away from your face to get a better view. You looked heavenly like this — the sight of you all weak and vulnerable gave Jungkook the urge to just take care of you then and there.

And by taking care of you, he meant brutally fucking you then treating like you a princess afterward — that was what he had in mind for tonight.

He didn't realize that he was mindlessly thrusting into you until he felt your walls grow tighter and warmer. Your moans turned into screams and you were starting to shake violently on top of him.

"'M gonna cum..!" You whined when he began fucking you inhumanly fast as if he was the one in heat in the first place. You dragged out a long moan as more words came out of your mouth on instinct. The knot in your abdomen grew tighter until a few more thrusts and a hoarse whisper had you completely done for.

"Go on, baby, make a mess all over my cock. You did so well for me."

Thus, your orgasm destructively crashed into you, rattling all five of your senses as the impact hit you stronger than the waves could. Your vision momentarily faded into darkness, but you could definitely still feel him punctuating his hips inside you to help you ride out your high.

"Shit— that was so fucking hot, sweetheart. You feel so goo— fuck, I'm gonna cum," he groaned at the last sentence, pace faltering as he eventually fucked you with sloppy and inconsistent thrusts. You moaned at the overstimulation, humming at the sweet buzz you felt inside your body.

"Wan' you to cum inside my mouth."

That single statement drove Jungkook wild that he pulled out almost too excitedly. You laid on all fours as you patiently waited to suck him off with your mouth open and ready for him. He groaned at the way you innocently batted your eyelashes at him, wasting no time to plunge himself inside your mouth to aid his impending orgasm. You choked the moment his tip kissed the back of your throat, drool already dribbling down the corners of your lips as he gave no mind to it. He absolutely cherished the sight of you struggling to take his cock no matter which hole he fucked himself into.

Maybe he'll even aim for your ass, but that would be for another time.

"Oh, fuck. I'm close..." he mewled loudly before grabbing a bunch of your hair to form a makeshift ponytail. He kept you still there, using you as his personal fleshlight to his own delight until spurts of his cum were finally painting the insides of your mouth. You hummed around his cock, making him curse loudly. He shuddered one more time, milking out the last of his release before pulling out. You stuck your tongue out, evidence that you indeed swallowed everything. He immediately wrapped your body around his arms to cover your intimate parts, the shame and humiliation finally dawning upon the both of you.

Thankfully enough, the beach remained empty around these hours, giving you the very needed privacy at the moment.

Jungkook carefully looked at your face once again before frowning.

"Did I go too rough on you?"

You laughed, shaking your head to his relief. "No, I liked it." You blushed.

Without any warning, he kissed you again. It was soft and gentle, unlike the previous ones you shared earlier. You sighed at the serene moment before Jungkook spoke up.

"So, uh, do you have any plans on going back here?"

"For you, definitely."

You hugged him close, the warm radiance of his skin providing you comfort as you basked in the scent of him. "Don't wanna leave you yet."

He chuckled, "Me neither."

Yup, there was definitely going to be a next time between the two of you. Just when he expected to have another shitty day, you suddenly crashed into his life harder than the waves did.

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violetmina · 1 year

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Chokehold - Ch. 2

Chokehold Masterlist

Taglist: @roundroald, @i-wished-upon-a-star-one-night

Pairing: Billy Butcher x Fem!Reader

Word count: 5,419

Warning: Swearing, minor injuries. Slight sexual tension? Butcher being...Butcher? So an ass. He’s defintely an ass.

A/N: Buckle up, y'all. It's a long one. I tried not to let this get away from me but it's hard writing these moves and techniques without getting wordy. Please keep in mind that Brazilian jiu jitsu is a complicated system with many variations of many techniques. Even common names can also vary from gym to gym, instructor to instructor, ect. What I describe here is fairly universal and written as what has been taught to me. BUT it is not the end all, be all.

I also hope describing the reader as shorter than Butcher, or other similar minor details, are not outstanding enough to take away from the story. I have done my best to be as vague as possible. Enjoy.

"Wait…why don't you want me to tell them?"

"Cuz I said so," Butcher grumbled, tapping his fingers on the steering wheel as he waited for the light to turn green.

"OK, fine," you shrugged in the passenger seat. You turned from him long enough to sift through the bag of fast food sitting warmly in your lap. The two of you had volunteered for this evening's food run, a moderate size order since Frenchie and Kimiko were the only other ones still there for the night. You passed over Frenchie's order, the lone shake Kimiko had requested and finally finding your individual prizes, you moved the bag aside to replace it with your fries. You waved Butcher his burger in offering. "But a little explanation would be nice."

He waved away the burger and you slid it back in the bag. Then promptly squawked when he snatched a clump of your fries. You hid them by your hip closest to the door, hopefully out of his greedy reach. "Look," he explained around two of them in his teeth like a poised cigarette, "You came to me. It's not they're business. You can surprise Hughie and the congresswoman when you're well and ready. In the meantime, let's not have the temptation of too many cooks in the kitchen, eh?"

The light changed and he eased onto the gas, snapping the fries into his mouth. "For whatever reason, the boys like you. They'd be happy to help. But bless they're bleeding little hearts, I don't need them fluttering about with pointers or how they do shit. Next thing you know it'll be Ryan or Hughie bugging me to teach them, too. I'm not running a fucking daycare."

You paused in chewing, stuffing his fries out of the bag and into the console on his side. You slid his drink in as well before he could eye yours. "Did you just call me a child, or are you saying you're old?"

The streetlights caught the glitter of annoyance in his dark eyes as he pinned you with a look. "Old enough to spank ya, ya mouthy shit."

If he had any inkling of the internal conflict that caused you, he showed no indication as he turned his attention back to traffic. You popped another fry in your mouth to chew on instead of your lip. For two and a half weeks now you'd been training under Butcher's firm instruction. If you could call two hours of mobility drills, three times a week "training". You had expected this whole experience to be rough, grueling, militant even. What you had not expected was your growing awareness of Butcher. The kind of awareness that noted how large his palms and how long his fingers were when he corrected your form. The kind that locked onto the flex of his thighs under dark denim when he demonstrated a move in the drill. The one that often traced and retraced the distinct outline of his shoulders when he shrugged on or off his coat. Going through the motions was easy in comparison to the growing war you had with the intrusive, pulsing thoughts that came during each lesson.

What's worse was that it was now seeping and lingering long after the lessons. During random things he'd say or do. Like just now.

A tight exhale through his nose pulled you out of your thoughts as he pulled up to another red light. You'd been around Butcher long enough at this point to know that he was a little off. Grumpy seemed to be his default, but lately he'd been more snippish than usual. His brow sat a little lower, a little heavier, his eyes a bit tighter at the corners. It had been a disappointing day, a supe had gotten a plea bargain and lowered the five years in prison to an insulting six months parole. By the way his fingers gripped the steering wheel and the other strangled his soda, you had a feeling he was craving something much stronger and blatantly denying himself. You admired his self-discipline almost as much as his physical attributes. But god was his mood getting harder to tolerate with each passing day.

With that in mind, you shifted - or shoved, rather - away from his response and doubled back. "I didn't come to you for lessons. You caught me in my bluff and took over. You or nothing, remember? But I get your point. We've all got our hands full and I don't want to distract everybody from our cases. Kinda feel bad already."

"Oh?," he mutters, still glaring at the road.

You sip on your drink before nodding as the light hits green again. "Yeah. Actually…" For a second you hesitate but push forward anyway. "Butcher, I wanted to say thank you."

That snaps his head to you with a look you don't see on him often - genuine, mild surprise. "Thank me?"

"Yes, Butcher," you laugh. "Thank you. I mean it. I still don't really get why you insist on being my coach. With everything you got going on - Ryan, putting up with Hughie and the bureau, Homelander still even existing - I don't know how you find time to breathe. But you're still finding time to help me, personally and I honestly wasn't expecting that from you. So…thank you."

The corners of his mouth twitched up for a brief second, the first you'd seen in days, before gliding the car to the curb. "Yeah, well," he mumbled as he killed the engine, "You're welcome. Can't risk having you being turned into a red smear under our boots out there, now can we?"

You smile and the both of you gather your food before stepping out of the car. In a brief moment you've entered the building and crossed the lobby. "That actually might not be a bad idea, though," you mused, sipping again on your drink in contemplation as you enter the elevator.

"What? Being smeared across the concrete?"

"No," you reply, nearly choking on your soda as he presses the button for the right floor. "I mean about you teaching Ryan. Maybe it'd do you both some good."

Butcher barked a laugh. "Mallory would just love me for that, wouldn't she? First, I drop a supe kid in her lap outta the blue, then I show him how to dislocate a knee or elbow. Only he can do it with a little flick of his pinky. A bit of gym class on those poor guards when he's not doing his homework." He shakes his head. "Nah. He don't need that."

You shrugged. "I don't know. You said he's been having nightmares, right?" Butcher nods. "For all the power he has, he's still a kid. He probably feels lost. His life is out of control. Maybe learning how to defend himself will give him that - some sense of control."

"You really think that?"

"I don't know for sure. But that's what it does for me. Not that you care but it's helped me more than -"

"How could I not care?"

You're startled by it and by the look he's whirled on you. His brows furrowed and his eyes lock on you like he's searching for as much a nonverbal answer as a verbal one. It's not angry per se, but you feel like it could peel you back in layers. It dawns on you that you're staring at him, and how dumb you must look with the straw still perched on your lip. You don't know how to respond.

He shifts on his feet and blinks as if remembering something. "Look, I might not always be what this team needs. I'm a bit of a bastard. But this bastard cares just a little bit about this lot." Here he held up his fingers in almost a pinch. "And whether you like it or not, you're in it."

"Oh. Okay. I…I didn't mean to…"

The elevator jolts to a stop and you both watch the doors open. "C'mon." He presses a hand between your shoulder blades to steer you towards the office. "Let's finish this grub before it gets cold and that stupid shake melts over everything."

Your brain finally kicks back into gear and into the present when you step across the threshold of the office space. You find Kimiko and Frenchie curled up on the couch watching the TV, both looking a bit perturbed. Her sour expression is the first to change when she spots you, a smile unfolding as she bounds off the couch towards you. You hand her the shake, recognizing her sign for "thank you" before she clasps it with both hands. You often still need Frenchie to translate for you but you've been making steady progress in your interactions with her. "Enjoy," you tell her, momentarily wrapping her in a hug.

"Can you believe this bullshit?," Frenchie interrupts the moment, eyes still glued on the TV. Your ears recognize the news coverage of the supe that had slithered out your fingers earlier in the day. "Two months. Two fucking months of intel, following that asshole around. Just for some attorney to buy him a slap on the wrist. Merde!"

"Shut it off, Frenchie," Butcher snaps, shedding his coat to deposit on a chair. "Ain't listening to you bitch all night. Can't do nothing about it now."

Frenchie grumbles but turns it off anyway. Kimiko curls back into her spot next to him, happily working on her treat. You sort through the bag and set the rest of the food on the coffee table before settling in between her and Butcher.

"Thank you, Y/N, for bringing the food," Frenchie smiles at you as he encourages Kimiko to steal whatever she wants from his order. "And putting up with this pissy bastard to get it." Billy chucks a condiment packet at his face and flips him the finger in response, but Frenchie swats it away with a teasing grin.

"He ain't so bad," you shrugged, finally wrapping your hands around your burger. "We're all kinda pissy after today. Besides, he only bit me twice on the ride over. Didn't even break skin this time!"

Butcher flashes a conspiratorial smirk at you around a mouthful of food. "I'll fucking remember that." At which you remember what waits for you when the food is gone, and the other two retire for the night. Oops.

Kimiko glances at you and signs. Frenchie nods and swallows before saying, "She wants to know if he bit your knees and elbows. They're an awful pretty shade of maroon."

"Huh? Oh." You look yourself over and realize the jeans you wore had a hole in one knee, where, just as he had said, a solid red-tinged bruise peeked out. In an attempt to spare your shirt of stains you had also rolled up your sleeves, flashing the same shade on your elbows. You'd been pretty diligent at keeping them out of view up to this point. No need for them to start having the same train of thought Butcher had when he'd found out about them.

"You've been pretty beat up the last month or so and you're not even out with us in the trenches. You doing ok, mon amie?"

"I'm ok, Frenchie. I've been trying a new workout at home lately. And rearranging my apartment a bit." Part of you feels bad at how easy you lie to them. But when he and Kimiko just look at each other and shrug in acceptance, you practically feel Butcher's keen attention pull away, although he never moved his eyes from his dinner. There wasn't a sign that he'd even been paying attention to any of you but instinct said he was satisfied with your answer.

You try to focus on your food and its flavors. You try to focus on the conversation as it shifts topics. You try to focus on the jokes and banter that Frenchie initiates with Butcher. You just try to focus on anything other than how aware you are of him, and don't know how to feel about it.

Eventually the time comes and the two shuffle out the door, buying the excuse of you and Butcher staying late to follow up a lead. It's a go-to at this point and they seem to eat it up like the food they just ate, so neither of you elaborate any further. You waved goodbye as they step into the elevator, and only once they were out of sight did you close the door. When you turn around, Butcher is already standing, tilting his head to the furniture. "Let's not waste any time and move this shit. We gotta lot of work tonight."

It's become routine. You pair up together and shift the desks so as to prevent further scuffing of the floor. Then one of you moves the coffee table and the other follows behind with the rug. You had tried to get him to leave it in the first week, hoping for some kind of relief on your contact points. But he'd only gave you a smirk, yanked it further away, sat a chair just on its edge, and planted himself firmly in it. You hadn't bothered asking for even the slightest accommodation since.

Once the floor is clear you immediately sink down into the space. "Combat hip drill?"

"That's right," he says, leaning against one of the columns closest to you. "But slightly different. When you're up off the floor, you'll hold. Gonna give you a pop quiz. When you answer right, you'll go back to the drill unless I say different. Rinse and repeat."

"And if I get it wrong?"

"You'll find out, won't ya?"

"Ok…" You're curious at the change of pace but say nothing. You start, arms close to your chest, hips doing the work as you sit up. Then hold.

"What's your breakfall?"

"It's how you fall back to break your fall to minimize damage. Like if somebody pushed you to the ground."

"Show me."

You tuck your chin as close to your chest as you can, holding the slight curve in your back as you fall backwards. You stretch your arms out and slap your palms down as you make contact with the floor.

Butcher nods. "Good. Drill." You shift up and start again, switching legs. You get through three more cycles before he tells you to hold the top again. "What's shrimping?"

"It's a hip escape. The movement helps you escape out of positions when you're on the ground."

"Breakfall and show me till I tell you to stop."

You almost cast him a look but follow through, falling back to the floor again. Once there you shift onto your side, place your bottom foot and hands on the floor and shift your hips back as far as you can, now resembling the shape of a shrimp. Then you switch sides and repeat, sliding across the floor. You reach several feet before Butcher calls out for you to turn round and do it back to where you started. Even though you know how crucial this move actually is, you still feel a little ridiculous as you move across the floor.

You barely reach your original spot before he tells you to drill again. Up, back, switch legs. Up, back, switch legs. "Alright. Shift gears. Do your gators, to the door and back. I know how much you love these," he drawls.

You suppress a groan, knowing it would only encourage him, and roll onto all fours. You shift to a push-up stance then place your left arm slightly in front of you. You keep your right hand where it is and slide your right knee up as close to it as you can, left leg straight. Then do a push-up, or at least your attempt of one that doesn't have you firmly kiss the floor. At the top you alternate sides, moving you slightly forward and do it again. Gator crawls, gator push-ups, whatever they were called, Butcher wasn't wrong - you hated them. They made your shoulders and arms and…Well pretty much everything burns.

You're mentally cursing at the tremble in your muscles and how loud your huffing quickly becomes when you hear movement next to you. You turn your head and almost fall over when you find Butcher moving alongside you. Only he makes it look far easier than you do. He dips low, arms and muscles supporting him with ease, one leg stretching long and lean behind him before switching with the other. But even in your position it's his back that catches your wandering eye. The hem of his shirt rides up each time he trades arms and the skin above his belt peeks out. Not even the loud print on the fabric could hide the deep line centered over his back, or the thick, flexing cords of muscle that go up his spine and flare broadly out from his shoulder blades.

"Wha…?," you croak. The second it leaves your drying mouth, you're glad that you can blame it on the exercise. He pauses at the top of the pushup to look at your confused face, just a half pace behind.

"Oi!" He scowls, and a ripple of envy at his fitness hits you as he balances enough to give a quick swat to your shaky bicep with the back of his hand. "Gonna be in trouble if I beat you back here! Move your ass!"

You want to ask him what the hell he's doing but you don't dare risk what happens if he outpaces you. Part of you wishes you were faster as you both reach and turn back at the door. But you take a little comfort in hearing the faint grunts even he makes in the effort of executing the exercise. You manage to push yourself to finish the gator crawls just a pace before him and roll onto the floor with a sigh.

"Don't get cozy there, yet. On your feet."

"Yes, sir." He casts a glare down at your sarcasm but lets you rise up off the floor and onto your feet without comment. "Alright. What's next?"

Butcher begins to remove his watch. "No more drills tonight. Now we start the nitty gritty. The advantage of a grappling art like jiu jitsu is it focuses on the ground being the playing field. The worst place to be for most, cuz most don't know fuck all to do when they get there. The disadvantage…" He places his watch on the nearest desk. "...is it's on the ground. Which means you gotta get you and your attacker there to use a lot of what I'm gonna teach you. And an old fashioned hip throw is a good place to start."

"Oh. Well that's great," you grimace. "Is this because I joked about your age earlier? I'm your ragdoll for you to throw around tonight then? Look, if you want an apology-."

"Actually, you're gonna throw me."

You blink. Then smile. Which quickly fades when he smirks back. "Um, Butcher, if you haven't noticed, I'm not exactly setting weightlifting records. And 'small' is not a word I would use to describe you."

"Ain't even got me drawers down and you're already praising me, love?"

You close your eyes and tilt your head back. "I'm gonna pretend you didn't say that."

"You don't need to be setting records," he continued, ignoring your exasperation. "You could throw MM if you fucking wanted to. That's the point of this. It's about technique. And this!" He steps forward and taps sharply between your eyes. "This right here is gonna be your biggest asset or your biggest problem. And you have to train it as much as the rest of you."

"OK, that's great Mr. Miyagi but -"

"If you're starting this early with that mouth of yours, you're gonna have a long night," he growls. "Cut the shit. And focus."

A smarmy part of you wants to sass back. Another part of you is hanging on to how the words rumbled out of his chest. You go with the part that knows better than to push buttons on an already edgy Billy Butcher, and tell the other parts of you to politely fuck off. "Alright, sorry. I'm focused. How do I do a hip throw?"

He shifts a step back out of your space. "We start with you blocking a punch. Bring your hands up. Put one hand back like you're covering your ear. Most people throw first with their right, so use your left. Your elbow should be pointing at me and not the ground. That's good. Now when I throw that punch you want to step into me like you're driving that elbow in me."

"Step into you?"

"You can't throw me if you run from me," he teases. "Don't look at me daft, I ain't gonna throw it for real. We'll get there eventually." He imitates the punch and you take a step forward, your elbow just brushing his shirt. "Hold that. You see where my arm is at?"

"Yeah."

"How well am I gonna land that punch after you stepped into me?"

You peek at what you can see of his arm on the other side of your block. "You…can't? Your hand is past me."

"Lookie there. She does catch on." He ignores your eyeroll and continues, "Sure, if I react quick enough I could change tactics and grab you instead. But you're not gonna give me the chance to do that. Take that hand by your ear and clamp it on my tricep."

"Like this?," you ask, putting your left hand on his upper arm.

"I mean clamp it. Grab me tight. Now step forward, slide that other arm under my left and grab the back of my belt. If you can reach my right hip, even better. You wanna be perpendicular to me."

You fumble a little but finally shuffle into the position. Your right hand has a firm grip on his belt, your hips perpendicular to his with just a breath of space between. The open v of his shirt is right at your eye level and a hint of dark hair and a dash of freckles peek out at you. Focus, focus, focus…

"Pin my right arm as close as you can with your elbow. You want it tucked against you so I can't pull it out. Good. Now hold. This right here," he taps his foot for emphasis, "is your T-position. If I tell you to start with T-position, this is it. You lost yet?"

"No," you shake your head. "T-position. I'll remember."

"You need to tuck your head in though. Even better if you put it against my shoulder. Bad to have your head straight up."

"Why?"

You see a flicker in Butcher's eyes for only an instant. And before you can blink, his left fingers are tangled at the back of your skull, tight against your scalp. You hiss at the sting from his grip alone. He doesn't yank. Instead he slowly pulls back, just far enough for you to start to see the ceiling. Your grip on his belt tightens as you become uncertain of your balance. Oh fuck, bad, oh fuck, bad, your brain repeats it like a mantra.

"That's why." He's grinning and you blink rapidly, trying to collect your thoughts. "If I get control of your head, well…" He tilts his chin and hums from his chest as if he were musing. "...I could pretty much do whatever I want with you from here."

"G-g-got it. Got it!," you swallow thickly, after finding half your brain. He let's go, dropping his hand back down to drape his arm across your back and you can't help but sigh in relief. You quickly tuck your chin, pressing your head into his shoulder. The scent of him is not helping what little brain you've retained.

"Now pay attention." And like that, it's as if it had never happened, except for the lasting tingle in your scalp and the mental whiplash. You're not sure just what had happened. But drill sergeant Butcher is back. "Keep a hold of my belt and my arm, and step your right foot in front. You need your hips in front of mine."

It feels a bit unnatural but you manage, your back now to Butcher as he leans over you at an angle. "We're not fucking up my back by staying here long," he grunts. "So do this next bit quick. Shift your tailbone about where my right hip is with bent knees to load me up. Then lean a bit, straighten your legs and you'll throw me."

"Butcher, I'm not sure -"

"I am. Now do it."

"I don't-"

"For fucks sake, woman, shove your ass back and throw me!"

You don't dare find out if he has some unexpected counter to this - like another grip in your hair - so you grit your teeth and quickly shift your hips. In a split second you feel the bend in your knees, the shift of his weight onto your hip, the lean -!

Butcher lands solid on the floor but he continues into a roll away from you. You're still slightly leaned over when he reaches his feet with a huff. "See? Now was that so bloody hard?"

"That was…That was actually easy." It comes out a breath. And a smile creeps onto your face before you can stop it. Then you giggle with glee, "I actually threw you!"

"What did I tell ya? Eh?" Your grin must be infectious because his annoyance slips into a brief chuckle. "You actually have the advantage with that throw. You're shorter, gravity is on your side. It's basic fucking physics."

He sidles up to you and taps between your eyes again. "I told you this right here will make you or break you. You don't need to be some muscle bound bloke to throw people around. Or to keep them from doing it to you. Do you understand me now, love?"

You nod, still smiling, trying to keep the little victory from going to your head. Your ego got you caught in that mishap months ago. You would not let it happen again. Besides, there was more than enough of that to go around with Butcher, nevermind the other guys in the crew.

He places a hand on your shoulder, squeezes. Then slides his palm to the side of your neck. He locks eyes with you. His tone is serious but soft when he speaks again. "Stick with me. This shit don't always come easy. And you very well might even hate me for how hard on you I'm gonna have to be. But put up with me for a bit and I promise, any bastard that tries to lay hands on you again? They'll wish they never saw your pretty face."

"Even Homelander?," you half-joke.

You feel a subtle twitch in his fingers. His face darkens. "Especially that cunt."

"You think we could modify the throw? Maybe I can throw him over with his cape. Or maybe you can show me how to use it in a choke?"

He blinks and his scowl turns into a smirk. "Now you're speaking my language." He pulls back. "But don't get ahead of yourself. You did one little throw. Gonna take alot more than that to convince Hughie. And you gotta convince me before you even think of talking to him. Let's go again."

A thought rolls into your head. You shift on your feet and he stares at you when you hesitate to start up the lesson. "Butcher, about that. Will you vouch for me?"

"What?"

"You're not wrong. Hughie's a sweetheart. But he can be stupidly stubborn when he cares about someone. Even if I train for years, he might not listen to me. But if…if I have somebody to vouch for me, somebody that Hughie respects…?"

Butcher nods. "Suppose you're right. Hateful little shit, innit he?" You say nothing and he sighs. "Alright. After a while, you show me you know what you're doing, and that you know how to use it when shit gets real messy, then I'll vouch for ya. Sound good?"

"Good."

"C'mon then. From the top."

It takes a couple more times going through the motions but you start getting into the groove of the sequence. You alternate sides, start tripping less on your feet or Butcher's, and start finding your grips with less effort. It's especially easier without a tense moment of hair pulling, or heady thoughts.

Of course, Butcher can't let you have all the fun. You do your due diligence, taking turns throwing slow punches at him and applying your breakfall techniques to soften your landing on the unforgiving floor. Which isn't much. You might have the advantage in gravity but he has experience. He throws you not with too much force but certainly enough speed to just make you nervous.

After a few minutes, he gives you a hand up off the floor and rolls his shoulders. "One more for you, then we're done for the night. Gonna do this one a little different though. Go through the sequence but hold when I tell you."

You give a thumbs up and assume the stance in front of him. He swings just a bit faster this time, right handed, and you move fairly easy. Block, catch the arm, grab the belt. You expect his command to hold when you get to T-position but it never comes. Assuming he must have forgotten, you follow through. You step in front, shift, bend the knees, load him up, ready to -

He grabs the top of your jeans.

"Hold!"

"What?!"

You totter for a split second, start to lean back to set him -.

"I said hold," he growls in your ear, shifting his weight to force you forward again. Your feet automatically reposition to accommodate the sudden change to prevent a faceplant. "Put me down, you won't like my counter. And if you fucking drop me…"

A tiny part of your brain briefly registers how comical this must look. Oh, if the others were here now to see it. But it's a fleeting thought as your legs and back protest, getting louder by the second. Your muscles quickly start to shiver. "Cant!," you pant. "Butcher!"

"Can, Y/N. Hold."

You manage to turn your head to look him in the eye. He merely smirks like the devil. "You asshole," you grind through your teeth.

The seconds tick by long and slow. Your knees burn and quickly threaten to buckle. The shivers progress to shakes. You groan as the effort saps your low energy levels. Your grip on his belt grows sweaty. "Butcher!"

"Alright, thro-"

You don't let him finish, leaning forward and using your grips to compensate for the loss of force from your legs. It's sloppy but it gets the job done. You slip to the floor a second or two after he does and roll onto your back next to him, panting at the ceiling. You close your eyes as your equilibrium recalibrates. After a moment you open them again, finding Butcher sitting on his heels beside you.

"See?" He leans over and pats your cheek. "Told you, you could do it."

You stare at his stupid face and stupid hazel eyes. And that stupid fucking smirk. "You know when I said thank you? Earlier?"

"Yeah."

"I take it back."

Hours later, after the office is put back in its place, after Butcher lets you hobble home, you lay in your bed, half-dozing. Only half because when you begin to sink into slumber, behind your eyelids are images that leave an afterburn when they snap open again. Whispered playback in your ears to jolt you alert.

…firm hands pulling your hips back flush against his…

…do you understand me now, love?...

…your sheets sliding down a long, thick-muscled back as it flexes…

…I could pretty much do whatever I want with you from here…

Between the slow ache setting in your limbs to match your new bruises, and catching a lingering hint of Butcher's scent even though you had long since showered before bed, you had to wonder. Wondered how long could you really maintain like this? Would it be long enough?

…put up with me for a bit…

You turned a little more into your pillow with a groan. Then sighed, "You asshole."

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mal-urameshi · 11 months

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Since you gave us jealous Shuri can we get jealous Riri?

Jelly~

“Shuri, can you explain this part of the equation for me? It seems like my calculations are always inaccurate.” Chisomo, one of Riri’s friends, had come over to get a school project done. They had finished the project relatively quickly and had deferred to completing their individual homework assignments.

Shuri had ended up coming over, so the three of them had been on the back porch relaxing. Actually, it was more of Shuri relaxing while both girls were tapping away on their kimoyo beads in silence.

Shuri busied herself with solving and unsolving an old Rubik’s cube Okoye had brought back for Riri from one of her missions. It was quite…underwhelming. To say the least. It boggled her how such an insignificant toy blew people’s minds. It wasn’t that great, in Shuri’s opinion. It was quite literally child’s play.

She looked over to Chisomo who, quite frankly, looked stressed out. Shuri tilted her head and stared at the backwards text on the holographic screen.

The girl was struggling and Shuri couldn’t help herself. The faster she gets done, the faster her and Riri can hang out, “To solve that differential equation, you’ll have to use an integrating factor. In this case, the integrating factor is given by the exponential of the integral of the coefficient of y, which is 2x dx. Thus, the integrating factor is e^(∫2x dx).”

Chisomo slightly jumped when Shuri started talking. She didn’t expect the helping hand! She looked over her screen before looking back at Shuri, “So the integrating factor is e^(x^2 + C), where C is the constant of integration?”

Shuri smiled, “Precisely, Chisomo.”

Riri had to control the urge to roll her eyes and ignore the tutoring session that was now going on at the table.

“Now, we'll multiply the entire differential equation by this integrating factor…” Shuri instructed as she leaned closer to Chisomo to get a better look at her work.

Chisomo grinned and looked up at Shuri, “ This would allow us to simplify the left-hand side into the derivative of the product of the integrating factor and y, and the right-hand side into the derivative of the product of the integrating factor and the exponential term. Am I correct?”

Shuri gave Chisomo a high-five, “You don’t need my help. You’re tearing up these problems like a pro! You’re smarter than you believe yourself to be.” She gave an encouraging squeeze to her shoulders.

Chisomo found herself flustered at the praise, “You’re just a really good teacher, Shuri. I swear, I was lost until you came to help.”

Riri sunk deeper into her hammock, out of view, as she mockingly mouthed what Chisomo said, “You’re just a really good teacher.”

“While that is true, your mind is just as sharp, being able to pick things up so quickly. Don’t downplay your intelligence, Chisomo.” Shuri smiled down at her.

Damn, couldn’t they just hurry up already?

Riri wanted to rip her ears out with all the compliments of how smart Chisomo was and Chisomo’s giggles and smiles about how great of an instructor Shuri is.

Wait, did they end up even closer than they were before?

Riri had long since finished with her homework, like…ages ago. And she was ready to enjoy her time with Shuri, but she didn’t want to be an asshole and interrupt the tutoring session. No matter how much it pissed her off.

Riri folded her arms and threw herself back into her hammock and rocked herself, hoping the gentle swaying would ease her…pissed-offedness.

Shuri was just helping Chisomo out, no big deal.

Time felt as though it was crawling each and every time Chisomo somehow found another subject for Shuri to assist her with.

“Damn girl, you ain’t ready to go home yet?” Riri mumbled.

“What was that, Riri?” Shuri called over to her.

“It was nuthin! Just talking to myself.” Riri snapped.

Shuri shrugged and focused her attention on Chisomo again, “Okay, so next..”

Finally! Shuri finished helping Chisomo with the last question and the girl quickly packed up to leave.

“Thanks again for all the help, Shuri.” Chisomo couldn’t help herself and pulled Shuri in a hug, “I really appreciate it.”

Shuri wrapped her arms around her waist to hug her back, “It was no problem at all. Any time, love.”

Love?!

Riri got up from the hammock and side-eyed Shuri as she went to see her friend out.

Why the hell is she referring to Chisomo as love? She crossed her arms as Chisomo opened the door to let herself out, “See you at school tomorrow?”

Riri nodded, “Yea. Tomorrow.” She then promptly slammed the door in the other girl’s face.

“If you slammed it any harder, you’d have taken it off its hinges.” Shuri slipped her arms around Riri and tried to kiss her cheek.

Riri pushed Shuri off of her and stomped back inside, ”Don’t touch me.”

Shuri frowned and followed behind Riri, “What’s the matter?”

Riri chose to not answer Shuri and instead, get some juice from the fridge.

“Can I have some?”

Riri glared at her as she poured a glass for herself and drank it.

“Okay…” Shuri drummed her fingers on the kitchen counter, “I sense that you’re angry about something.

“Oh, so you sensing shit now?” Riri angrily poured another glass full of juice.

Shuri scratched the back of her head in confusion, “Did you not want me to come over or something?”

“Yes, I wanted you to come over, but clearly you found a better way to spend your time.” Riri huffed as she rummaged through the cupboard to get herself a snack.

“Better way? Are you referring to Chisomo? I was helping her so we could have spent some time together.”

“Oh, a whole 2 hour session was giving us more time to chill? That math ain’t mathing, brainiac.” Riri ripped open a pack of Oreos and angrily bit into the cookie.

Shuri sheepishly grinned, “Okay, I admit that I got a bit carried away. But we have the rest of the evening to ourselves.” She rounded the island to close the distance between each other, “It’s just us now, love.”

Riri felt as though a vein was going to pop in her forehead. She ducked her head away from the kiss Shuri wanted to give her and backed up, “Nah. Since you wanna call everybody love now. Don’t call me that.”

“It is just an expression, Riri. It didn’t mean anything.”

“If it didn’t mean anything then why did you call me that? You call all your hoes love?”

Shuri had to do a double-take, “What? Hoes?”

“Yea! Cuz clearly you was feeling Chisomo and shit. Complimenting her, all up in her personal space.” Riri folded her arms as she fumed.

Shuri followed Riri, “I was complimenting her so that she’d be more confident in finding solutions to the questions. And I can’t exactly tutor from a distance, can I?”

“Man, whatever.” Riri walked around the kitchen, but Shuri was hot on her heels.

“No. Not ‘man, whatever.’ You are acting very irrational right now.”

Was she? Riri ate another oreo. But then the image of Chisomo giggling and smiling at what Shuri said earlier made her want to hit something. Shuri was her girlfriend. Not Chisomo’s. She shouldn’t be making anybody act like that but her.

Shuri grabbed Riri’s hand but it was swiftly pulled out of her grip, “Didn’t I tell you not to touch me?”

“I just want to talk.”

“Go talk to Chisomo. Since you love occupying her time.”

That’s when it hit Shuri. And it tickled her, honestly. She couldn’t help the laugh that gurgled its way up her throat. So that’s what this was.

Shuri strutted over to the fridge and rummage through its contents.

“Why you going in there? You got some nerve.”

Shuri smiled and pulled out a jar and showed it to her, “Oh, don’t mind me. I just wanted some peanut butter for all your jelly.”

“Jelly?” Riri’s expression soured, “Are you implying that I’m jeaous?”

“No. I’m stating that it is facts that you’re jealous.”

“Nah. You wrong. I don’t care if you making all the girls in Wakanda smile. It ain’t none of my business.”

Shuri laughed out loud at Riri’s grouchy demeanor.

“I didn’t say anything funny, Shuri!” Riri stomped out of the kitchen and made her way to the back porch while Shuri tailed her.

“I think it’s cute, honestly.”

“Cute that I’m considering that I should tell you to get the hell out my house?”

“Cute that you think I want somebody other than you! It is absolutely preposterous!”

Riri sat down on the hammock and looked up at Shuri, “I don’t want you talking to Chisomo anymore.”

Shuri crossed her arms whith a shit eating grin, “Okay. She isn’t even my friend to begin with. Oh my Bast. Riri, you’re too much! And you call me possessive? I talk to one girl and you’re going crazy.”

Riri frowned, “I ain’t like the way she was looking at you is all. I could just feel it in my bones. She was starting to crush on you a little bit.”

“No, I think the green-eyed-monster was clouding your vision. She was just grateful for my help.”

“And then you let her hug you.”

“So now I can’t hug people?”

Riri groaned and threw her head into her open palms, “You’re making me feel dumb, Shuri.”

Shuri sat down next to Riri and wrapped an arm around her, “You’re not dumb. You just want me to yourself and that’s okay.” Shuri then pressed a kiss to Riri’s cheek, “Ha! Got you! You didn’t get to pull away this time.”

Riri playfully side-eyed her, “You only got to do it because I wanted a kiss.”

“Anything that makes you sleep at night.”

They fell into a comfortable silence before Riri spoke up.

“Sorry for reacting like that.” She dropped her head onto Shuri’s shoulder.

Shuri peppered a few kisses on the crown of Riri’s head, “It’s alright. I won’t lie, it makes me happy that you’re so crazy in love for me.”

Riri smacked her forehead, “Oh no. You already have such a big ego as is.”

“I honestly would have reacted similar, now that I think about it.” Shuri shrugged, “If someone was presumably making googly eyes at you, I would have kicked them out. So you have more self-restraint than me.”

Riri placed a palm over her heart, “Trust and believe, I was contemplating it after the first half hour. But I have some semblance of decorum.”

“Since we’re good now, can we please cuddle?” Shuri dragged Riri down into the hammock, not really waiting for an answer.

Riri readjusted herself and pressed a kiss to Shuri’s lips, “You’re so clingy.”

Shuri smiled against Riri’s lips, “And you like that I’m clingy. So it’s a win-win.”

Riri and Shuri laid in silence before Riri spoke up, “I’m being so deadass right now. Don’t go calling no other girls love.”

Shuri smiled and hugged Riri closer, “I promise. I promise.”

Taggies: @somethingcleaverandwhitty @karimwillia @neptoons1998 @pantherheart

#riri williams #princess shuri #shuriri #shuri x riri #black wlw

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rose-coloredcomplexities · 1 year

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Intrusive Thought

(Young Justice x Reader)

Andromeda Series: Installment 1

(A/N): Maybe now isn’t the best time to start a writing blog since I’m supposed to be finishing my Associates Degree, but I had too many concepts with this Reader in mind. This is more of a sneak-peak than an actual chapter following a story— nonetheless I hope you like this blurb

Sending a thousand-yard stare into the blue sky ahead, you responded to M’gann’s instructions with short confirmations and repetitions. The pressure in your brain from the telepathic link was relatively new, but being linked with the Bioship was more alien. There is a difference between seeing a tree growing up from the earth and experiencing the roots growing deeper in the soil.

Your heart was beating so loud. What if your Instinct was set off by another aircraft or a freakishly large bird? If the Bioship is telepathically rooted in your brain, what would it do? Fling you and the Team across the state?

“You can relax a little, y’know.” Robin must’ve noticed you tapping at the controls, maybe he heard them. It’s always hard to tell what a normal volume is. “It’s not like there are other ships around.”

“Please, like Queen Annie could relax.” Your nose scrunched at Wally’s teasing and it felt like your ears were roasting in direct sunlight. You refused to speak back, you just had to fly the Bioship–that’s all.

“How’s Andromeda supposed to relax if you’re pestering her,” Artemis shot back at Wally. “You’re doing great.” Artemis’s heart was beating steady. She wasn’t great at hiding stress, which was comforting in this case. She wasn’t worried about the trip at all.

“Obviously, it’s because she has the most amazing instructor in the galaxy!” You heard Wally’s position change. It was all fabrics and bones rubbing together forcing you to clench your jaw.

“Wally!” The voices blended together, it was uncertain who said out loud or telepathically. Maybe being linked to the Bioship right now wasn’t a good idea.

The seat belt in Artemis’s direction morphed away from her body and several heart beats grew faster. Leather, coconut, and smog wafted through the air and landed in a muted thump across the ship behind you. It was followed by cologne, tea, and chalk being thrown and landing harder in the same direction. Artemis and Robin teamed up against Wally.

Kaldur and M’gann attempted at urging them to stop, but wasn’t loud enough to pierce through the trio bickering and jacket throwing.

All the sounds at once made your lip twitch as you stared ahead. The voices were echoing off the Bioship, their blood was rushing through their body in tsunami waves, and the fabric of their clothes rubbed together like sandpaper on concrete. Even your own breathing and blood was grating.

‘I hope a jet slams into this damn ship,’ you gripped the controls tighter as fire, smoke, and bioship-bits falling with metal tore through a violent orange and red sky.

The voices on the ship went quiet. Now you could focus on whatever M’gann told you what to do next.

Then you noticed, even though the voices of your team went silent, their hearts were very loud– and fast. You looked to your left, where Artemis had Wally by the collar of his shirt while Robin stood by. All six eyes were on you.

You then turned rightward to Superboy and Aqualad, the same muted, yet disturbed expressions with rushing blood. You then looked over your right shoulder with a burning face at M’gann. The Bioship had morphed the controls from you to her care, like a scared puppy.

“You all heard on the telepathic link?”

“Dude…” Wally was the only one who spoke, having processed the accidental threat quicker than the others despite being mid-headlocked by Robin.

‘Nice going, Andromeda.’

#young justice x reader #dc x reader #wally west x reader #YJ x reader

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shufflesnyc · 18 days

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Give Your Child The Gift Of Music for A Fun And Creative Option For Young Performers

Are you looking for a fun and creative extracurricular activity for your child in NYC? Look no further than kids musical theater classes! These classes are a great way for young performers to learn the art of singing, acting, and dancing while having a blast with their peers. In this article, we will explore the benefits of kids musical theater classes, voice lessons in NYC, musical theater instruction, and tap training.

The Benefits of Kids Musical Theater Classes

1. Boost Confidence: Kids musical theater classes provide a supportive environment where children can build their confidence and self-esteem. Through performing on stage and working collaboratively with their classmates, children learn to express themselves and overcome stage fright.

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3. Improve Social Skills: Working with a group of peers towards a common goal in a musical theater production helps kids develop important social skills such as teamwork, communication, and empathy.

4. Enhance Performance Skills: Kids musical theater classes provide a great opportunity for children to hone their performance skills. They learn vocal techniques, acting methods, and dance moves from experienced instructors who are passionate about teaching.

Strengthening Vocal Skills:

Is your child interested in taking their singing to the next level? Voice lessons NYC are a fantastic way to improve vocal technique, range, and performance skills. Whether your child is a beginner or an experienced singer, voice lessons with a qualified instructor can help them reach their full potential.

Musical Theater Instruction - Learning the Art of Performance

Musical Theater NYC offers a comprehensive learning experience for young performers. From learning how to properly project their voice on stage to mastering intricate dance routines, kids will develop a wide range of skills that are essential for a successful career in musical theater.

Tap Training - Adding a New Dimension to Dance

Tap dancing is an essential skill for any musical theater performer. Kids who participate in Tap instructor/instruction in NYC will learn the art of creating rhythms and sounds with their feet, adding a unique dimension to their dance performances. Tap training is not only fun and challenging but also a great way to improve coordination and musicality.

In conclusion, kids musical theater classes, voice lessons in NYC, musical theater instruction, and tap training offer young performers a well-rounded education in the performing arts. These classes provide numerous benefits, from boosting confidence and creativity to improving social skills and performance abilities. If your child has a passion for singing, acting, and dancing, consider enrolling them in a kids musical theater program today!

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shipmistress9 · 8 months

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Not Playing Fair

Fandom: Fourth Wing - The Empyrean

Pairing: Xaden/Violet - Riorgail

Rating: Explicit

Summary: Xaden uses his shadow powers to tease Violet until neither of them can resist the temptation anymore.

@kinktober2023

AN: Welcome to part 1 of my Kinktober series. I'm so excited to finally share all these shorts with you. 😁There's (hopefully) one new short every other day, so stay tuned or follow me or my Kinktober series on AO3.

We're starting off with a rather tame one, enjoy. ☺️

“This is still so surreal.” Xaden doesn’t let it show that we’re having a conversation right now, standing at the edge of the mat with his eyes on the sparring first-years and his arms crossed in front of him. “What is?” I try to mimic his stoic facade but fail miserably. “This.” I wave at him standing next to me. “Having you here as an instructor.” The fight ends, the bulkier guy tapping out as the smaller but faster woman bends his arm behind his back. He’s smarter than I was. “Well, it was the only sensible way, wasn’t it?” he says into my head, followed by some bellowed instructions I pay no mind to.