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your-eternal-muse · 4 years

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Use me (Part two)

Summery: Reader takes Spencer up on his offer to rid her system of "The Wizard".

Warnings: Hard core, nasty ass smut; fingering, oral sex,(female receiving); penetration; unprotected sex/creampie; multiple orgasams

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female!Reader

A/N: Here it is. Part two. I'll link part one in a bit after I do some things, but other than that enjoy! And yes, there will be a part three.

Part 1

Im dead.

The substance that he injected me with was lethal, and I'm laying in a dark alley somewhere, dead, because kissing Spencer Reid is heaven.

His hands grip my hips, holding me against him as he presses me into his window.

His lips are soft and warm, and easily tell me what to do and when to do it.

My body is on fire in the best way possible.

My fingers run their way through his hair, tugging on the satin strands as he kisses his way down my jaw, leaving bite marks until he finds the pulse point just above my collarbone.

Every touch, every kiss, sends waves down to my core, where it waits drowning in my juices.

He's situated between my legs, his ever present bulge pressing just so onto me.

It's driving me insane.

Without thinking, my hips buck forward, and the small ounce of pressure starts a ball forming in my gut.

I feel him smile against my neck, before he detaches himself.

We're both breathless, chests heaving, and my hands are shaking as I grip his dress shirt.

"Tell me what you need, Princess."

Fantasies, y/n, think of your fantasies.

"I-I need your fingers."

While I'm talking, he removed the holster from his hip, setting it on the desk beside us.

"Please, Spence. You haven't even touched me and I'm so close."

His hands immediately find the button of my jeans, undoing them and pushing them down just enough to have room.

He doesn't hesitate, cupping my sex through my panties.

"So fucking wet. Is this what I do to you?"

I can't speak through the mewls leaving my throat, so I just nod.

"Words, please." His voice is steady, and I know if it were different circumstances, he'd punish me for making him repeat himself.

But right now, he just runs his fingers over the fabric, back and forth through the wetness.

"Yes, fuck, you make me so wet Spencer."

That must have been what he wanted to hear, because in one swift motion, without removing his fingers from my skin, he goes up my stomach, and then down again, slipping under the band of my underwear.

He runs his fingers through my folds, easily slipping a finger into my heat.

My hand clutches his upper arm, my mouth hanging open in ecstacy as he pumps his finger in and out.

"Tell me what you want me to do, Princess. I want to make you feel good."

You're already doing that babe.

I try and gather my thoughts, and right as I'm about to speak, he slips another finger in.

"Fuck." My head hits the glass panel of his window.

My fingers are going to leave bruises on his bicep, but I really could not care less at this point.

His lips attach themselves to my neck, and the warm ball deep inside me starts to grow.

But I need more.

"F-Faster. Please go faster."

"Anything for you, baby girl."

His fingers move faster within me, and I grind down into them every time they enter me.

He leaves my neck, looking down at the work he's doing, his breathing a lot smoother than my own.

With his free hand, he takes the hand of mine that's still gripping his shirt, and he leads it up to his lips.

He gently kisses the tips of my first two fingers before taking them into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the digits, all while keeping direct eye contact.

I almost cum at the sight.

He leads them from his mouth, down my stomach, stopping to rest at the bundle of nerves at the top.

"Touch yourself."

Yes sir.

I frantically start moving circles over my clit, as his fingers continue pumping in and out of me.

And then it happens.

He curls his fingers as he enters me, and sparks are sent up and down my spine.

I can't help but gasp.

"Yes, fuck fuck fuck, right there. Holy shit."

His long slender fingers move faster and faster within me, curling around that pretty little spot until boom.

My orgasm hits me like a train, as I clench around his fingers, which are still moving as I cum.

My chest rises and falls, as I try to catch my breath, and he removes his hand.

And for one, blissful moment, the fire disappears.

Before it comes crashing back.

He seems to read me like a book, pulling me towards him again.

"You don't think I'm finished with you yet, do you?"

Thank fuck.

I can't help but smile, moving my hands up his chest to lay at the nape of his neck, pulling him down into another kiss.

His hands run down my back, over my ass, to rest on the back of my thighs.

With one finger, he taps the muscle, and on shaky legs, I manage to jump high enough for him to place his hands just above the back of my knees to carry me.

While he makes his way through his apartment to his bedroom, I trail kisses down his neck, leaving marks of my own in their wake.

He lays me on the bed, hovering over me as one hand finds the hem of my shirt, pushing it up over my stomach.

He steps back, standing at the foot of his bed as I lift my grey t-shirt up over my head, tossing it somewhere in his room.

Sweat covers my skin, making my hair stick to my face and neck, and my chest glistens in the dim orange light of his room.

I watch as he brings his fingers up to his mouth, and slowly sucks off my juices.

I brush hair out of my face, watching with lustful fascination.

They leave his mouth with a pop before going to his tie and undoing it.

"You taste so fucking sweet, Princess."

One by one, his fingers travel down his shirt, undoing every button on their way down.

I sit up, crawling over to him, pushing the fabric from his shoulders.

My fingers run over his chest, and down his stomach, pausing at his belt as I undo the buckle.

His hands come up to cradle my face, as he kisses me again.

I'll never get used to him kissing me.

I want his taste engraved into my tongue.

Why the hell can't I have an eidetic memory?

Even without one though, I know I'll never forget this.

My hand sneaks into his pants, palming him over his boxers.

His moan breaks the kiss, and his eyes fall shut.

How can someone look so beautiful with my hand down their pants?

"As much as I would love to see that pretty little mouth wrapped around my cock," his breathes are more labored now, and his hands fall from my face to grasp my hips. "Tonight's about making you feel good."

I didn't even realize his hands had moved until the clasp of my bra was undone.

"Now, be a good girl and lie down." He whispers.

I'm past the point of being embarrassed, laying down without another word, a blush crawling up my neck.

"God, you're so fucking beautiful,"He crawls over me, encaging me in his arms.

He kisses me once, before traveling down my neck and chest, stopping only to suckle each of my nipples into his mouth, before continuing down my stomach.

He loops his fingers into the belt loops of my jeans, pulling them down the rest of the way before tossing them behind him.

He then starts at my right ankle, and begins to kiss up my leg, repeating with my left before he comes to settle in between my legs.

He pulls my panties down slowly, watching my reaction as every second passes.

"If you want me to stop, just say so, okay?"

God, I love him.

Not likely, but okay.

I nod, before remembering he told me to use my words. "I understand."

"Good."

I'm going to marry this man.

Purely for the fact that he eats pussy like it's his last fucking meal.

My fingers twist themselves into his hair, as he holds my sex against his mouth, licking and sucking like he hasn't eaten in years.

I spare a glance down and my heart almost stops.

His eyes are closed, and his hair is starting to curl from the humidity in the room.

He must sense me watching, because his eyes open, and I feel him smirk against me.

He licks up through my folds, stopping to suck on my clit until I'm shaking underneath him.

He moves his hand from my hip and grabs one from his hair, once again leading it to my clit as his mouth moves down.

I start rubbing circles, but stutter as I feel his tongue dart into me.

He's watching me now, the way I quiver underneath him, the pathetic moans echoing through his bedroom.

He does it again and again, and I can feel my orgasm teetering on the edge.

He can tell as my circles go frantic, and my hand in his hair holds me closer to him than I thought possible.

"Spencer, I'm gon-"

I'm falling.

Stars explode in my vision, and my back arches off the bed as I cum into his mouth.

I fall, breathless, onto his mattress as be retracts himself from me, a proud smile etched onto his face.

The moment of calm lasts longer this time, but it once again comes back, burning me at the edges.

"I need, I need one more." I plead, my throat hoarse from screaming.

He stands, removing his belt, and letting his pants fall down to the floor.

I lift myself up into my elbows and smile at him.

He pushes his boxers off his hips and I stare, open mouthed as his erection pops free.

God, it's better than I could have ever imagined.

I wipe my chin to make sure I'm not drooling and he laughs.

"Now, I don't have any condoms on me, but-"

"I'm on the pill."

It's the fastest I've spoken tonight, and I slowly start spreading my legs.

"I'm on the pill, and I want, no, need you to cum inside me." I bite my lip, and bat my eyelashes at him. "I even used my words."

I see his dick twitch and he groans, the muscles in his stomach tensing.

"As you wish, Princess."

He crawls back onto the bed, pumping his dick in his hand a couple times, before sliding it through my folds to pick up some wetness.

He isn't even in me yet, and already my hands grip the sheets around us.

"You ready?"

"Yes sir."

He moans, deep and low within his chest, and he smiles."I love it when you call me that."

And then he slowly pushes into me, and my eyes squeeze shut because holy shit he feels better than I could have ever thought.

My dildo at home doesn't even compare to this.

He bottoms out, and he takes a moment to catch his breath."God, you feel so fucking good, baby girl."

I wrap my legs around his waist, and pull his lips down to mine as he slowly starts moving.

I can see sweat build up on his hairline, and his room is going to feel of sex for days.

A part of me thinks he's not gonna care all that much.

His breathing is starting to match my own, and he nuzzles his face into the crook of my neck as his strokes become faster.

My back moves against the softness of his sheets, and my nails dig into the skin of his back.

It doesn't take long for that warm ball to start growing towards my (hopefully) final climax.

"Im cl-close, Spence."

His breath is hit on my neck, and the speed tells me he's close too.

But than his hand finds my hip, and lifts me just so, and the angle in which he snaps back into me makes me choke on air.

Stroke after stroke, he hits a spot deep within me, and I know I'm done for when he whispers "Cum for me," into my ear.

And boy, do I cum.

My soul leaves my body, and I can barely register the warm feeling of his release inside of me as he rides out both of our orgasms.

When I open my eyes, my nails are at the bottom of his back and he's laying on top of me.

I wait for the heat to come back but it doesn't.

My head is clear, and my skin no longer feels like it's on fire.

His head is resting on my chest and I move some hair away from his face, placing a soft kiss on to his forehead.

"Thank you." I don't speak louder than a whisper, not wanting to break the delicate moment.

I had dreams about this happening.

Granted, not exactly like this, but I had them.

Now that it's happened, I don't want to let it go.

I don't want to let him go.

He lifts his head and smiles, his eyes soft and his dimples ever present in the dim lighting.

He's so beautiful.

"The pleasure was all mine, y/n." His voice was just as soft, just as afraid to break the fragile air.

He leans forward, kissing me gently one last time before he carefully climbs off of me.

He leaves the room, and for a moment, I'm alone with my thoughts. And I realize my vagina aches. I reach a hand down and gingerly touch it and his when it pulses. I'm also pretty sure my legs are numb.

I wiggle my toes, just to make sure I can, and he walks back in with a washcloth.

He concentrates as he wipes the cool fabric across my skin, clearing away the evidence of our explosion. He folds it, getting a clean side, before reaching up and wiping my brow and face.

He brushes some hair out of my face, and I grab his wrist, holding his palm there.

His thumb swipes across the apple of my cheek and I close my eyes, content to staying here.

But he has other plans.

"As much as you don't want to, we need to go to the hospital. We need to talk to the team."

I sigh, knowing he's right.

"Hotch is going to be pissed that I gave in to exactly what the unsub wanted. But you know what?" I look up at him.

"What?"

"It was my choice. And I don't regret it for a second."

He smiles, and I swear I see a blush dust his cheeks, but he removes his hand and stands, gathering the clothes strewn about the room.

I sit up on his bed, carefully swinging my legs over the side to place my feet on the hardwood floor, not quite trusting myself to stand.

He hands me my clothes and even goes as far as helping me slide my jeans back up my legs, kissing me once they're situated on my hips.

He goes about putting on his own clothes as I slip my t-shirt back over my head, finally pushing myself up off the bed.

As soon as I'm upright, the room starts spinning, and I place a hand on my forehead, trying to turn to see Spencer.

He drops his shirt as he rushes forward, and my world goes dark.

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loudstan · 3 years

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Epiphany

A collection of NCT werewolf AU stories.

Doyoung (pt.1) (pt.2) (pt. 3) (pt. 4) (pt. 5)

Summary: The wolf population kept decreasing and those who were left had a hard time trying to fit into society. Sure, people didn’t consider them as dangerous as vampires, but wolves could still sense some hostility every time they did as much as go for a walk in a public place. Thanks to wolves’ natural magical abilities, NCT (one of the remaining packs) found a safe place among witches in a town where no one knew their secret, allowing some members to finally get a job, study and interact with others without fear of being rejected.

Life seems to finally be peaceful for them… except that wolves have needs, and one of those needs is finding their mate.

Pairing: Werewolf! Doyoung x Witch! female reader

Warnings: The smut starts here!

You had found Doyoung attractive since day one and you had caught yourself eyeing him up at least once every class, but he was so intimidating that you never once thought about making a move. And you certainly never imagined him dragging you into the teacher’s restroom to confess he was imprinted on you and kiss you like that.

Doyoung’s lips were soft and delicate, just like his touch. His hands traveled gently from your hair, down your chest and to your abdomen, his fingers landing on the hem of your shirt and tapping lightly, not daring to go under it just yet.

The feeling of his lips against yours was heavenly, but a part of you had a hard time processing what was happening and you were not sure you were understanding the situation.

“W-wait-,” you tried to put some distance between your mouths only for him to whine desperately and chase after you again,nipping at your bottom lip so deliciously you let out a faint moan. He groaned appreciatively and bit harder while sucking on it, needing to hear that sound again.

You sighed into the kiss, the overwhelming amount of feelings clouding your mind when his tongue slipped into your mouth and massaged yours sensually. Slowly you let his warmth invade you and fought his tongue back for dominance and while Doyoung liked you finally being responsive, he didn’t appreciate you challenging his authority, so he kissed back aggressively,not sparing you a single breath.

It was when you sucked his tongue that he completely lost it.He grunted and grabbed your hips, pushing you up against the wall and slamming his hips against yours, both of you instantly moaning out loud in bliss. The two of you finally took a break from the kiss, your breath fanning each other’s mouths, panting. You felt lost, everything was a blur, and your were thoughts going wild with the need of either running away or pulling him closer.

Sensing your uncertainty, Doyoung licked the outline of your lip gently, “Come back,” he whispered, his fingertips drawing soothing circles on your hips.He already knew how overwhelming all this was for a werewolf, so he could imagine how confusing it was for a human.“Come back to me.”

You hesitantly opened your eyes to meet Doyoung’s intense gaze. “Breathe in,” he commanded hushedly and you complied, inhaling with difficulty, too aware of his proximity. “Good girl,” he added when your breathing became relatively steady.

Just when you thought you had regained some self control, you felt Doyoung’s pelvis delicately rubbing against yours.

“Oh!” you whimpered when you felt the outline of his already hard member chafing your center.“Oh god, yes...”

“I told you your body was responding to mine,” he purred, pressing himself against you and rotating his hips in a circular motion, slow but hard. “You’re so wet for me already.”

You let out a silent scream at how he slid against your clit and held onto the material of his shirt in desperation. You looked from the point where your hips met his and back to his face, to what was probably the most erotic thing you had ever seen: Doyoung’s hooded eyes had never stopped looking at your face, not wanting to miss any of your reactions, his eyebrows were furrowed and he was biting his lip almost painfully. This man was driving you insane without taking any clothes off.

“Do you know why it feels this good Y/N?” he grunted after thrusting against you sharply a few times, eliciting several moans from you. You shook your head, not trusting your voice, and he let out a chuckle before continuing, “Because you’re mine. That classmate of yours could never make you feel this good, could he?”

You were not even sure what he was asking at this point, you could only focus on how good he felt against you and how much better he would be inside of you.

“Could he?” he asked again, stopping his movements completely, to which you responded pulling at his shirt and accidentally scratching his neck, trying to bring him closer to you.

“No! No one could!” you yelled with tears about to escape your eyes, your hips moving on its own to create an image that had Doyoung mesmerized.

“Say you’re mine.” he demanded.

“Yes! I’m yours, I’m yours! Please-”

Needless to say more, he lifted you up against the wall and with your legs wrapped around his waist, he rammed his body against yours, grinding relentlessly, your moans mixing to a point where it was hard to know who was louder.

Blinded by desire, you moved your own hips wildly to meet his, one of your hands digging your fingernails into his back while the other pulled his hair roughly.

“Oooh baby, yes!” he hissed before pressing his lips against yours urgently. “Look at you, so perfect for me…” he panted between kisses, “You’re gonna take all of me next time, won’t you? Let me fuck you silly for days until the only thing that you can say with that pretty mouth of yours is my name.”

You nodded automatically, tears rolling down your face as you felt your climax approaching. “I’ll t-take anything…. oohhh” your eyes rolled back into your skull. “Anything you g-...give me!”

“I’ll give it to you so good Y/N”, he nipped at your jaw and kissed his way to your earlobe. “So fucking good…”

“Ah! yesyesyes-YES! DOYOUNG!” you squirmed in his arms, your release so close it was driving you insane. You had never experienced a build up like this before. “It’s too...too much- I’m gonna-”

“Yeah?” he hummed licking your neck, feeling his orgasm close too, “Is my mate going to cum?” he inhaled deeply and felt his eyes roll back in extasis. “You’re gonna cum so nice and hard, baby, I can taste it.”

He thrusted his pelvis brutally, at a speed that would have been impossible for a human, the exquisite friction taking you to the edge and just like that your release hit you so hard you only saw white as your body shook uncontrollably.

Doyoung’s eyes widened in shock and he gasped when he felt an electric pleasure invade him: that was your orgasm. He could feel it in his own body. Your bond was that powerful. He was in such a state of euphoria that he couldn’t process what happened next, he only registered the feeling of his own release with him mouthing the curve of your neck and another wave of pleasure that took over your body as you came again, your legs trembling around him.

Both of you slid down the wall and onto the floor, completely out of breath, the aftermath of your orgasms leaving a tingling sensation in your fingertips and your minds clouded.

“Holy shit…”

It wasn’t you who said it, but neither was Doyoung.You blinked a couple of times and looked at the man in front of you, who was looking back at you, equally confused. Then Doyoung turned to the side, where he had discharged his phone when he dragged you into the restroom.

“Fuck…” Doyoung muttered as he reached for his phone. “Johnny?”

“Yeah, hi…”someone’s muffled voice replied.

“What the hell?! Were you listening the entire time?” Doyoung had never been this embarrassed in his life.

“Dude, you messaged me saying you needed someone to go get you. Then I called and you picked up but started talking to someone else who turned out to be your mate and, well… we got curious.”

“WE?!”

“Listen, do you still need me to pick you up or nah? I mean, you said you needed to leave that place before you did something you’d regret but I don’t know if it’s too late for that…”

Something he would regret?

Doyoung stared at his phone and then at you, who still had not recovered from that mind-blowing experience, your limp body sitting on the floor, your face flushed and pretty and your eyes seemed to have a hard time focusing. That sight alone was enough to get him going again and he seriously considered it as he scanned your body until his eyes landed on your neck, which had a big purple and red mark on it.

His body was suddenly rigid and his face pale, remembering what he had done. He was so lost in lust and adoration that he had bitten you, claiming you,a girl who didn’t even fully understand the situation, as his mate... all this while dry humping you in the teachers’ restroom of all places.

“Doyoung?” Johnny was still waiting.

Doyoung stood up and took a step back, horrified. He had done something so crucial without even asking you if you wanted it. He took a last look at you: You were coming back to reality and your hand was pressing against the injury on your neck, giving him a puzzled look.

“Please come pick me up right now,” Doyoung whimpered at the phone before abandoning the restroom, leaving you alone and confused.

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hongism · 4 years

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on me - k.hongjoong

➻ pairing: sub!hongjoong x femdom!reader ➻ wc: 2.5k ➻ genre: pwp, smut ➻ rating: 18+, M ➻ warnings: explicit smut, dom/sub themes, dom!reader, sub!hongjoong, handjobs, anal fingering, pegging ➻ summary: hongjoong wants to try something a little different tonight

“Are you sure about this?” You ask, hand sliding from Hongjoong’s bicep down do his wrist. He shivers under the touch and shies away from you a little, but after a second he leans back against your fingers.

A pretty pink blush dusts his cheeks. When he knows, the bundle of blue locks splayed over his forehead bounce, and you can’t stop thinking about how damn pretty he looks like this. Embarrassed and nervous, but so pretty on top of you. His thighs rest on either side of your body, a position neither of you are used to, but it’s so comfortable. You would never pass up the chance to rest your hands on the milky skin of Hongjoong’s thighs.

“Y-Yes, I am.” Hongjoong manages to usher some confidence into his voice as he speaks, and he lifts his chin a little. Your eyes meet, fire dancing through yours, as lust swirls in his. He drags a hand down the side of your face and caresses your cheek. “There isn’t anyone I would rather do this with.”

You return his words with a gentle smile, lips curling up fondly as you watch Hongjoong tug his t-shirt over his head. Once the material falls away, you can’t resist the urge to run your hands over his skin. He is a work of art in your eyes, the perfect canvas, and you want to lay mark after mark along his collarbones and pectorals. He shivers under the touch and pushes his hands back against your shoulders. You fall back against the mattress, a huff of laughter leaving your chest as you do.

Hongjoong’s hands don’t stop moving though. He runs them down your torso, catching on the hem of your shirt and tugging upwards until it joins his on the floor. Your pants are next to go; his deft fingers work the button and zipper open and drag down. Not once does he reach for his own zipper though, despite the obviously painful bulge straining against the jeans. You almost want to laugh at his resolve. You weren’t expecting him to hand this much control over to you – sure he asked if you could peg him, but you’ve never seen him so submissive and desperate.

You stop his hands with your own, and a whine tumbles from his lips in an instant as he loses contact with your body.

“Hold on, baby boy. We’re gonna need to switch positions. I can’t prep you like this.” You drape your arms around Hongjoong’s pretty, lithe waist as he squirms on top of you. The sight is so pathetic and pretty that you would love to just get straight to business and fuck him into next week, but the two of you have never done this. You can’t rush it, not this time or any time really, but especially since Hongjoong is so needy already.

You manage to reign him in enough to slide out from under him. When you stand next to the mattress, Hongjoong scrambles forward on his hands and knees, dropping his face to the pillow without any hesitation. You bite back a laugh.

Hongjoong must have been preparing this idea for a long time because he brought lube and a good-sized strap on, leaving them on the bedside table without you noticing until he brought it up halfway through your makeout session. The lube has cherries all over the label – Hongjoong’s favorite fruit – and you pick it up with careful fingers before returning to the mattress. The cushion dips under your knees as you position yourself behind Hongjoong. His positioning makes it a bit awkward to strip his pants off, especially with the painful tent of his clothed member, but you manage to wiggle his jeans off within two minutes.

“Are you sure about this?” You inquire just before popping the cap of the lube open. Hongjoong shifts to look back at you over the curve of his shoulder and ass. That pretty blush has returned to his cheeks. You can’t stop looking at it, admiring the hazy gleam in his eyes that’s already there, and how the red of his cheeks contrasts with his blueberry hair.

“One thousand percent sure,” Hongjoong sighs. You smile at his comment then squeeze some of the cold lube onto your index finger. The strap he brought is more girthy than you would’ve expected from him, so he’s going to need quite a bit of preparation to work up to that. Rubbing the lube between your fingers, you move closer to the curve of his ass and drag your clean hand over the smooth expanse of skin there. Hongjoong is pretty from head to toe, and that includes both his ass and his cock that dangles between his legs already hard and weeping precum. He’s worked up from the mere idea of riding you. That alone makes you release a small chuckle as you drag your index finger over his puckered hole.

“So worked up already, baby boy?” You coo, waiting for his body to release a bit of tension before pushing your finger into him. Hongjoong keens at the touch, back arching as you pass the first and second knuckles into him. “My pretty boy.”

The words cause his cock to twitch, a few strands of precum weep onto the sheets, and the sight doesn’t escape your notice. You slowly pump your finger in and out of him, wiggling the digit up and down some to stretch him open.

“Do you like it when I call you mine, baby?” Another twitch through his dick. “Or is it when I call you pretty?” Yet another twitch, and you have your answers. Hongjoong doesn’t say anything to confirm your questions, but he doesn’t need to.

“M-More,” he stammers out, nearly fucking himself back on your finger. You stop the movements with your other hand and hold his hips in place.

“You’ll take what I give you, darling.” You curl your finger in his tight heat. The motion draws a high-pitched whine from his chest, and he wriggles against your grip on his hips. You don’t budge, however, and hold him in place as you slowly sink a second lubed finger into his hole. Hongjoong releases a minute gasp as the sensation. His neck arches and he lifts his head off the pillow only to drop it back down a second later. He writhes even from the minimal contact; not much pressure is needed to have him squirming under you, but you pause just to make sure that he isn’t in any pain. “How does it feel, baby boy?”

“A-Ah, stings – stings a little, but good… good, it feels so good.” Hongjoong releases a wanton moan as you press deeper and scissor your fingers ever so slightly. “Please, please go f-faster.”

You actually heed his words this time, increasing your pace bit by bit until you’re fucking your fingers into him quickly. You evade his prostate though. Every time you brush past it, Hongjoong whines and tries to shift so that you hit it, but a sharp slap to the underside of his ass keeps him in place. You find that he quite enjoys the slight spanks; his cock trembles a little bit more with each slap, and his fists clench around the bedsheets. He tries to bury his face in the pillow to keep the obscene moans and whines from spilling from his lips, but he can’t stay down because you just continue to brush over his prostate.

He doesn’t have to tell you to add a third finger. The moans are enough indication that he’s ready for another, and you have to pull out to dribble more lube over your fingers before continuing. Hongjoong whines at the absence of your touch. The sound is so delicate and soft that you think you could melt from just hearing it. His cheeks have gained a further flush, beads of sweat trickle down his forehead, and even in his position, you can see the way his chest heaves from exertion. It’s too fucking pretty. You won’t be able to contain yourself much longer if he keeps up like this.

Your fingers find his hole again and press in with the third finger added this time. Hongjoong is midway through whining about the absence of your touch as you fuck your fingers back into him. The whine turns to an obscenely loud moan. You eat the sound up, twisting your fingers in him and finally hitting that sweet spot head on.

“A-Ah, oh my god, oh my god, Y/N, ho-holy shit,” Hongjoong babbles as you continue to rub over his prostate. You smirk at the sound of him, admiring the way his back curves and arches under your touch.

“You’re so so gorgeous, baby boy. My pretty little boy all worked up, huh?”

“H-ha! Oh, fuck, fuck, fuck!” Neither of you are expecting Hongjoong to spill cum over the sheets upon hearing your words. He cums with a jerk of his hips, cock untouched and spurting white threads over the sheets even as you pull your fingers out of his ass.

“That was so fucking beautiful, baby,” you groan as Hongjoong brings himself down from the sudden high. Your left hand rubs small circles against his back while the orgasm rolls over him, and you don’t stop until his breathing steadies.

“I… I r-really need you to fuck me now,” Hongjoong exhales, rolling onto his side and looking up at you through hooded lids. He looks blissed and fucked out already; you can only imagine how much of a dream he’s going to look while riding you. It’s enough incentive to spur you into action. You nudge him to the side and peel the sheets back so you don’t have to sit on top of the mess he made.

Before positioning yourself under him, you hop up and grab the strap on from the bedside table. Hongjoong watches you secure it in place while gnawing on his lower lip. Equal parts nervousness and lust shine through on his expression. The lust proves more prominent though because he lunges towards the drawers of the table with eagerness and pulls a condom out. He tears the packet open with his teeth, fingers fumbling with the material as he rushes to get it loose and rolled onto the dildo. You have to stop him when he straddles your hips.

“The lube, baby boy. We need the lube,” you remind him. Hongjoong releases a breathy sigh, bobbing his head up and down as he twists to find the bottle of lube. His hair bounces, and you watch the movement with a small grin on your lips. You wonder if his pretty cock will bounce like that while he’s riding you. Hongjoong fumbles with the cap of the lube. A soft-spoken cuss falls from his lips, and you grin up at him as he yanks at the cap with a scowl. The action shouldn’t be as adorable as it is; his cute pursed lips and furrowed brows, completed with the indignant shake of his head when the cap finally pops open. You can hardly believe that the man is about to ride you.

Hongjoong dribbles a generous amount of lube over the dildo, rubbing his palm along the length and warming the liquid up to his liking. He pulls back with a small sigh of satisfaction. Hips come forward, his half-hard member drags along your thigh, then he’s lifting himself over the tip of the dildo. You bite your lip in anticipation as you watch him sink onto the length. Inch by inch, the silicone disappears into your boyfriend. The sight has you wanting to buck your hips up into him, but he was so desperate about the idea of doing all the work of riding you so you force yourself to lean back and just admire the sight above you.

He bottoms out with a low whine, hesitating on top of you as he grows accustomed to the snug fit. You place your hands atop his thighs and massage the muscles gently in attempts to help him relax a bit more. It works like a charm. Soon enough, Hongjoong rolls his hips a little against yours. A small moan tumbles from his lips. His next movements are bounces as he uses his thighs to ride the strap. The faster he goes, the more moans escape him. You reach out to take his cock in your hand, squeezing the base tightly as he rides you. The noise that resounds is heaven to your ears.

It prompts you to maintain the movements, and you drag your palm along his cock, stopping to squeeze the base when he bottoms out on top of you. You can’t get enough of the sight of him bouncing above you, cock red and leaking precum again even though he came not too long ago. You drop his member all of a sudden and rake your eyes over his body as he braces himself on your abdomen. His cock bounces just as you thought it would, matching the movements of his hair earlier. You tease the corner of your mouth with your tongue. Hongjoong doesn’t meet your gaze; he focuses on your stomach rather than the hungry look in your eyes. It’s that pretty blush that gets to you yet again, and you close your fingers around his cock once more.

Just the slightest touch is enough to send him over the edge. Another orgasm hits him harder than the last, harder than any orgasm he’s had with you for that matter. He freezes atop you, teeth sinking into his lower lip, and he cums all over your hand. You don’t stop stroking him though; no, you jerk him through the orgasm, milking every last drop out of his hypersensitive cock. You only stop when Hongjoong jerks and thrashes above you.

“S-Stop, please, please, ah–ah I’m too – ah, please, Y/N, pl-please.”

You cease your movements and lap up the cum between your fingers. Hongjoong’s cheeks darken as you make eye contact with him the whole time. Once you’ve fully cleaned your hand, you help Hongjoong off the dildo, and he whines from the sensation. With a huff, he falls back on the bed.

“That was… better than I thought it would be.”

“I’m glad, baby.” You smile as his reclining figure. “I’ll get the bath running so we can get you cleaned up, okay?”

“Sounds p-perfect, yea, perfect.”

You roll off the bed and get to your feet, undoing the attachments of the strap on. As you move, Hongjoong calls out to your retreating back, and you spin on your heel to look back at him.

“Y/N!”

“Yes, my love?”

“Thank you for tonight.”

“Anything for you, baby boy.”

☽ ☾

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Baited Wolf Pack Trap

This Is Day 24 Of RolePlay May

Words: 4938

Warnings: Smut, Love/Hate relationship, Roleplaying As Couple, Swearing, Dirty Talk, Rough Sex, Protective Stiles. Think that’s it.

Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Scott McCall, Allison Argent, Lydia Martin, Reader, Mentions Of The Argent Family And Another Wolf Pack.

Pairings: Stiles Stilinski x Reader

Summary: Stiles and reader are forced to work together when a wolf pack is threatening the safety of the humans of Beacon Hills, but confessions are revealed and things are said. How will things change between them.

A/N: Sorry I know It’s no longer May! But I have a few more to write then It will be done ;P

You pulled up at the McCall house with a deep sigh, you were all being called to a pack meeting at Scott’s house, he’d told you that it was urgent and you’d raced over. The reason for the pack meeting was unsettling, especially for you and Stiles since you were the only humans with no exact skills that were going to help keep you safe. Not that the two of you got on, ever. In fact there was rarely a time when you didn’t want to kick his skinny, sarcastic ass.

Pocketing your phone you climb out of your car and lock it behind you. Before taking the short walk up the drive. Scott and the Argent’s had a plan, these wolves were specialists in kidnapping at this point. They seemed to be going for young couples, young human couples at that. Nobody had told you what the plan was when they had called you earlier, so you were kind of dreading it. If they couldn’t tell you over the phone you had a feeling that you weren’t going to like it.

The door opens before you even knock and Scott pulls you inside and quickly closes the door behind you. He presses his fingers to his lips and you nod, following him, the both of you walk down the stairs that lead to the basement, where the rest of the pack are waiting for you.

“Okay, so now we’re all here we should probably go over the plan.” Scott says, looking around the room at everyone, you can’t help but wonder, does he look nervous?

When he’s finally finished speaking you almost can’t speak, feeling your annoyance and outrage for your Alpha spiking to new levels.

“You better be joking Scott!” You exclaim loudly, causing everyone except the one person who is for once on your side to shush you.

“I hate to say it, especially when it means i’m agreeing with her.” Stiles sighs looking at you and rolling his eyes when you look away, “But she does have a point, there is no way this is gonna work.”

“For once he’s talking sense. You cannot seriously believe this is a good idea? Nobody will believe it.” You sigh looking between Allison, Scott and Lydia.

“Look, you’ll both be safe, we're all gonna be there, dad will have eyes on the wolves at all times.” Allison assures you calmly.

“No. Not happening. No way in hell am I pretending to be with him!” You hiss quietly this time, aware that you probably shouldn’t be shouting right now, not even when the situation completely calls for it.

“Why can’t you do it?” You ask looking at Allison, with irritation dripping from your every word.

Allison walks over to you, laying her hands gently on your shoulders, looking you in the eyes as she speaks. You can briefly hear Scott and Lydia talking to Stiles somewhere on the other side of the room.

“You know I would if I could Y/N! But they know about me and Scott. So we have to assume they know about Lydia. They also know about my entire family, they won’t come anywhere near if I’m there. It’s too obvious.”

You hate to admit it but she’s right and it could be your only chance to stop more people being killed. Chewing on your lip you think it over for another minute or so, before finally finally you nod reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll do it. When do we leave?”

“What she said.” Stiles grumbles reluctantly.

“You’re gonna have to make it convincing though guys.” Scott tells you both seriously, looking between you. “One slip up and this isn’t gonna end well for any of us.”

He sounds worried, which worries you even more. Usually Scott is so calm and collected, even in the most stressful situations.

“Well, that’s comforting,” Stiles announces sarcastically and you have to resist the urge to throw something at him.

“So, you guys head out first.” Scott says, stopping Stiles before he can head up the stairs.

“Yeah Scott, we get it. We’ve gone over it a thousand times at this point. We go to Lydia’s cabin in the woods, which is close to where all of the other abductions happen. Act all in love and whatever and wait for them to show.” You explain quickly, making sure to throw a vomit sound in for effect, feeling Stiles glaring at you with that fake ass happy smile.

“Exactly we’ll be fine. Can’t wait to be almost murdered, again.” Stiles sasses, wrapping an arm around your shoulders as soon when you both reach the top step.

Gritting your teeth you wrap your arm around Stiles’ slim waist, trying to look as comfortable as possible, which is not easy right now.

“Whose car are we taking?” You ask, keeping your voice as casual as possible but after what Scott had said you can’t help feeling like you’re being watched, which honestly you probably were.

“Might be best if we take mine, not sure yours will thank you in the middle of the forest.” Stiles chuckles, you try and smile back but your nerves are getting the best of you.

“Yeah, sure. Makes sense,” you agree quietly as he lets go of you and walks around to the other side and you patiently wait for him to unlock the jeep.

You both climb up and close the doors and Stiles starts the engine. Turning on the radio Stiles turns it up as he pulls out of Scott’s driveway, the silence in the car is surprisingly comfortable as he drives. His long fingers tap against the steering wheel but you can feel his eyes on you, however before you catch him, he looks away.

“Maybe we should have a signal, in case one of us thinks we’ve seen something but it isn’t safe to say it.” He suggests suddenly, surprising you because it’s actually quite a good idea.

“Yeah, okay. I like the sound of that, did you have any ideas.?” you ask curiously, turning to look at him a little better. “Preferably ones that don’t make me want to gag.” You add seriously because you can only imagine some of the things his brain is cooking up to make you uncomfortable already.

“Stop acting so high and mighty. You’re my fake girlfriend now after all, you should probably start acting like you don’t hate me.” Stiles grumbles turning away from you so he can focus on the road again.

You frown slightly at his words, sure he’s a massive pain in the ass but you don’t hate him.

“Why would you think I hate you?”

Stiles clenches his fingers around the steering wheel a few times before relaxing a little.

“Look, we’re almost here. Pick a word.” Stiles replies shortly, you chew on your bottom lip deciding it might be best to drop the conversation for now.

“Okay, fine. How about, baseball bat?” You suggest quietly, fiddling with the hem of your t-shirt.

“Great. We should probably act like I’m surprising you with a trip or something.”

“Sure. So, we do what we have to do.” You reply, swallowing thickly when he pulls up outside the cabin.

“Right.” Stiles replies with a nod, you look back down at your lap and nod back, taking a few deep breaths. You’re so distracted you don’t notice Stiles getting out of the car and walking around to your side, until he opens your door and holds out his arms.

“Come on baby girl, time for your surprise.” Stiles grins up at you, he looks somewhat different already and you can’t help but think he is about to be so much better at this than you.

Resting your hands on his shoulders you feel his arms wrap around your waist as he helps you down. He sets your feet back on the ground slowly, so that you basically have to slide down his body. You refrain from rolling your eyes at him and give him your best smile when he takes your hand and laces your fingers together with his.

“Trying to earn yourself some brownie points, pumpkin?”

“Always,” he winks, pulling you over to the biggest cabin you’ve ever seen.

Which is why your reaction at this point is completely real.

“Holy shit! This is amazing!”

Stiles grins, looking pleased with himself as you drag him up the steps.

“Call it an early birthday present. I know last year wasn’t the best.”

Which was also completely true, last year your birthday had been a disaster. The pack had been under attack by the Alpha pack and you’d lost a lot of people.

“Wait though, I haven’t got my stuff with me.”

Stiles wraps his arms around your waist and you gasp when he pulls you close.

“Don’t worry, all sorted. Lydia packed your bags for you while you were busy.” Stiles chuckles at the look of genuine disbelief on your face.

“I wanted to keep it a surprise, but feel free to walk around like you don’t have your bags, I am more than okay with that.” He practically purrs, his fingers slipping just beneath your t-shirt and brushing against your skin just slightly.

The way he’s looking at you is something you’ve never seen before and you have to remind yourself this is all an act. Maybe you should play up your own role a little, you didn’t want to be the reason you were both found out, Stiles would never let you live it down.

You push your fingers into the back of his hair as he pulls you closer, you swallow hard meeting his darkened brown eyes.

“You’re such a perv,” you laugh biting your lip as he leans in closer, his breath ghosting over your wet lips.

‘Ready?’ Stiles’ mouths to you as his fingers curl around the back of your neck, you nod and swallow the thick lump forming in the base of your throat the best that you can.

He barely even nods back before his lips press against yours, you surprise both of you when you moan against his lips. Stiles seems to like your response, you can feel him smiling against your lips as he backs you up against the door, you hear keys jingling and yet again you need to keep telling yourself that this is all for show, after all it was, right?

He’s fiddling behind your back, trying to get the key into the lock and you can’t help but giggle at him. You’re quickly silenced when he drags his teeth over your bottom lip and his fingers tighten in your hair. You both stumble through the door and Stiles kicks the door shut behind him, “window. Baseball bat.” He mumbles against your lips, you open your eyes to see him looking at you.

You nod gently as he releases you and grabs your hand, you follow him as he quickly drags you up the stairs and pulls you into one of the rooms. There’s an en-suite in this room and you both look around quickly before he heads for the bathroom. He lets go of your hand and turns the shower on, you look at him with wide eyes. Stiles rolls his eyes and pulls off his clothes, until he’s down to his boxers and steps inside.

You’re nervous again but you know what he’s doing, you pull off your jacket and jeans, leaving yourself in your strappy top, bra and panties before you join him inside and he closes the door.

“They’re close. Scott prank called my phone and let it ring three times, before it cut out. I felt it when we walked in.” He whispers, stepping away from the spray seeing you shiver he gently guides you beneath it.

“Okay, so what do we do?” You ask quietly, pushing your hair away from your face.

“I’m gonna go get your bag, you can get some different clothes on and hopefully Scott and the others get them before they get us.” Stiles replies with a gentle smile but you grab his arm before he can leave.

“I’ll be right back,” he assures you.

“You guys actually brought a bag here? But I didn’t even agree until a few hours ago.”

“Of course we did, I already agreed days ago, if you went along with it then I was in.” He reveals with a shrug of his shoulders, “even if you do hate me, I knew you’d do what was right.”

“I-I don’t hate you.” You sigh sadly, pushing the hair out of his face so you can see him properly.

“Sure you do, you always do everything you can to stay away from me. Ignoring any possibility that would leave us alone together at all times. You’re always biting my head off.” He half laughs as he reels off the numerous reasons for his doubt.

“Honestly, I never thought that you liked me. I heard what you were saying to Scott when he first said I could join the pack. How I wasn’t like the rest of you, then after that you could barely look at me. I was protecting myself from getting hurt, Stiles.” You tell him honestly, feeling the way it hurts to remember these things all over again. The weight sits heavy on your chest, more so than ever now you’re finally saying this out loud.

“Y/N, you’ve got it all wrong. I said that you weren’t like us because you weren’t, you were safer if you didn’t get involved in all of this. The wolves didn’t know about you, not until you joined the pack. I couldn’t look at you because I couldn't let myself drag you in any further, I just-” He sighs cutting himself off.

Understanding hits you like a tonne of bricks, he’d said all of those things to try and protect you.

“Tell me, please.” You say quietly, resting a hand on his bear chest, feeling his thundering heart thumping wildly in his chest.

Stiles shifts on his feet nervously, he actually looks like he might be blushing slightly. His hand covers yours when he meets your eyes again, “before you joined, do you remember that night at Lydia’s end of year party?”

“Yeah, I think so.” You answer a little confused about where this is going.

“I said I wanted to ask you something. Then stupid fucking Jared threw up all over you,” his grumble only makes you laugh at the memory, when Stiles had chased him around and scared the poor guy half to death.

“Yeah, I remember. You were not happy.” He laughs along with you and when you suddenly stop he looks worried. “So, what were you going to ask me?” You ask again, wincing slightly at the shake in your voice.

“Nothing. It doesn’t matter now, clearly it was stupid.”

You roll your eyes when he backs away from you and you grab his arm, turning him back to face you.

“Stiles, tell me. Please, I want to know.”

“I...I was gonna ask if you wanted to go for a swim,”

“And?” You pry, knowing there was definitely more to that story.

“Is it the same reason you agreed to go on this insane mission with me?”

“Maybe, or maybe I was just doing what was best for everyone. So you were- so that everyone was safe” He tells you, backtracking at the last second, swallowing roughly when you pull him closer, back to where he had been before.

You can’t help but bite into your smile when he says those last words, you had been pushing your feelings down for so long you’d almost forgotten they were there.

“So, all of that downstairs and half way upstairs, was just for show?” You ask with another smile etching onto your lips when he starts to smile right back at you.

“I dunno what you’re talking about.”

“Uh huh,” You smile seductively, pulling your t-shirt over your head and dropping it to the floor. “So I suppose this would be of no interest to you?” You ask with a pout, when he fights to keep his eyes on yours.

“Nope. No, nothing at all…..I mean, well-” you cut him off leaning up on your tip-toes you pull him down and press your lips to his, this time the kiss is more insistent and Stiles groans into your mouth, his hands moving to cup your ass and pull you closer. Your tongues move together like you’d been kissing for years, the kiss is firm and perfect, slowly turning demanding.

You reluctantly pull away so you can both breathe, looking up into his eyes when he rests his forehead against yours.

“I’m getting kinda cold now the water has run out. You wanna take this somewhere else?” You ask breathlessly when he starts kissing his way along your jaw and down your neck.

“You sure? We don’t have to.” He asks following you as you pull him out of the shower and into the bedroom. He quickly closes the curtains as soon as you both step inside, knowing the others are probably watching the house. You pull off your soaked underwear, the wet slap of it hitting the floor causes Stiles to turn around. Watching with an open mouth as you jump beneath the duvet on one of the beds.

“Sorry, I’m so cold. If you want to we can forget anything even happened, pretend that it was just part of the act. Or you can get under here and I’ll leave the rest up to you.” You reply quietly, not wanting to make him feel like he has to do anything.

Stiles seems to think for a whole ten seconds before he pulls off his wet boxers and climbs underneath the covers with you.

You giggle when he pulls you close and rolls himself on top of you, he links his fingers with yours and gently presses them back into the mattress, His lips are soft as they press against your jaw, you squirm beneath him more with every kiss until his lips are pressed against your ear.

“You’re so soft baby,” he practically purrs as he lets go of your hands and rolls back onto his side. You can’t help but whimper when one of his hands pushes between your legs, those long fingers sliding slowly up your inner thigh and he keeps his eyes locked with yours.

“Gotta get you warmed up. You think we’ll have time to take it slow?” He asks gently as you spread your legs a little wider.

“Maybe not,” you reply, matching his tone, your fingers tightening their grip on his biceps. “Honestly, I don’t care. I just need you.” The words are out of your mouth only seconds before his lips press against yours again. You gasp into his mouth, feeling him smile as his long fingers slip teasingly back and forth against your slick pussy, making sure he passes over your clit with every slow movement.

“Fuck, you’re so wet for me.” Stiles groans as you kiss him again and start to rock your hips down into his fingers. You pull back resting your forehead against his, your breath heavy against his lips. You cling to his shoulders when he eases two fingers inside you, enjoying the way your body arches into him.

“Stiles, please.” You gasp when he starts to curl his fingers inside you, hooking your leg over his hip as you awkwardly move a hand between you both and wrap your small hand around his long thick length.

“Shit, you’re so big.” You can’t help the tone of surprise in your voice and Stiles chuckles.

Stiles gently moves your hand away, getting up onto his knees between your legs and pushing the duvet away. You bite your lip and spread your legs wider, gasping loudly when his fingers move faster and his free hand moves to rub at your clit in rough, fast circles.

“You’re so close baby come on, so tight around my fingers. You gonna come for me?”

His voice is driving you crazy and his words are only pushing you closer, sinking your teeth into your bottom lip to quieten down anything the pack or anyone else might be hearing you nod.

“Come on, talk to me. I don’t care who hears you, I want them to hear you screaming for me rather than at me, for a change. You can do that for me, can’t you?” His smirk is so cocky in that moment and you want to slap him and kiss him all at the same time.

You nod again, feeling your orgasm twisting at the pit of your stomach, you cup your tits and pinch your nipples roughly, “Stiles, please!” You all but shout, squeezing your eyes shut when the orgasm rushes through you like nothing you’d ever felt before. Your fingers drop by your slides and your hands fist at the bed sheets.

When your eyes flutter open Stiles gently takes his fingers out and pounces on you, not giving you time to admire how good his fist looked wrapped around his thick cock. You giggle when he pins your hands back against the bed but that quickly turns into a moan when he starts sucking marks into the side of your neck, his tongue soothing over the mark before he bites down and drags his teeth across it.

His cock lays heavily between you, pressed between your stomachs and your pussy is aching in need of more of him. Stiles pulls back from your neck to look into your eyes and you feel the wide head of his cock pressing against your soaked opening.

“You want my cock baby? Gonna be a real tight fit,” Stiles groans when you roll your hips, pushing the head of his impressive length inside you.

“Fuck me Stiles, please! Want your big cock inside me,” you practically beg when he pins your hips to the mattress.

“So perfect, can’t believe we didn’t do this sooner.” Stiles moans slowly pushing further inside you, your hands gripping tightly to his biceps, nails digging into the soft skin.

You’re breathing heavily, both of you watching as he inches inside your soaked pussy. The incredible way that you stretch around him, he’s so much bigger than anything you’d ever had and certainly bigger than anything you’d expected. Stiles snaps his hips forward, pushing the last two inches inside you, causing you to cry out with the perfect mixture of pleasure and pain that sits between your legs.

“Oh s-shit! Yes!”

Stiles shifts slightly, hitching the back of your knee into the crook of his elbow. The new angle only pushes him inside you deeper, you lock eyes with him when he pulls almost all of the way out, so only the tip of his cock is inside you before snapping his hips forward and filling you in one rough thrust.

Any worries about what might be going on outside are blown out of the water, all you can feel, all you can think about is Stiles and how good he feels.

“So fucking deep!” You cry out in pleasure when Stiles starts a steady and fast rhythm, moving your leg a little further until it’s resting against his shoulder.

You can feel the sweat beginning to coat both of you, the pleasure is so overwhelming all you can do is throw your head back into the pillows when Stiles pins your hands to the bed with his. The slap of his hips against your ass echoes throughout the room, he drops his head to your shoulder and presses his lips against your ear, “such a good girl. You gonna come all over my cock baby?” He growls deep in his chest, as every snap of his hips becomes rougher, he’s so deep it feels like he’s in your stomach and there’s an unfamiliar feeling curling in the pit of your stomach.

You whimper his name meeting his almost black eyes with your hooded ones when Stiles lifts his head from your neck, “kiss me please.” You moan when his groin starts repeatedly rolling against your clit perfectly.

Stiles is quick to lean in and roughly presses his lips to yours, his thrusts never faltering, the kiss is a mess of tongues and slight clashing of teeth and only causes more arousal to rush straight to your dripping pussy.

Stiles suddenly sits up on his knees, releasing your hands and pushing your knees back against your chest the best he can without hurting you. His long skilled fingers are digging into your thighs when he starts thrusting again. This angle gives you the perfect view of everything, the way that his bottom lip is caught between his teeth, dark eyes trained on when his cock slips into your tight center.

“Fuck, look at that.” He half grunts half moans, your eyes move down his body, to the surprising muscles of his chest and the abs that are pulled tight with every harsh fast thrust of his lean hips. Seeing it makes your stomach clench all over again, his thick cock is pounding into you, coated in your juices, “rub your clit for me baby and look at me, wanna feel it.”

You do as he says, moving your shaking hand between your thighs and you start rubbing your clit back and forth with two fingers. Quickly moving your eyes to look back at him, feeling that slightly unfamiliar feeling returning. You’d only felt it once before, half of you wants to squirm away from the feeling while the other part of you want’s to push into it. But the way Stiles is pinning you to the bed you’re forced to stay where you are.

“Fuck! Stiles, I can’t….Shit! It feels too good!” You practically scream and a smirk spreads across Stiles’ lips.

“Yes you fucking can baby! You gonna squirt for me?” The more he talks the closer you get, your mouth falls open and you know he’s right. Your eyes squeeze shut, feeling yourself right on the edge.

“Come on! You’re so close, I can feel your tight little pussy clenching around me. Squirt all over that cock baby girl,” Stiles growls, blunt nails digging into your thighs.

“Shit, shit, shit…….Oh God, Stiles!” You cry out loudly, thighs shaking as you cling to the bed sheets. Your vision whites as you feel your juices rolling down your ass cheeks, quickly followed by Stiles’ growled praises.

You’re panting hard when you feel your body starting to relax, your legs are hooked over Stiles’ hips and he’s panting hard against your neck. Hands resting either side of your head. You turn your head the best you can, seeing his closed eyes, which squeeze tighter every now and then. You lean forward and press a gentle kiss against his lips and those honey brown eyes open and move to look at you.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Stiles laughs breathlessly, nose nudging yours gently.

“Uh huh,” you giggle in agreement, still too out of it to really speak at all.

“I’m just gonna get you a drink, hang on. I’ll be right back.” Stiles smiles, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

“M’kay, be careful.” You reply sleepily, as he untangles himself from your body and climbs off the bed, pulling up his boxers and pulling on his pants.

“I will,” he smiles, grabbing his baseball bat from under the bed.

However, before he can leave there’s a loud smash that comes from downstairs, Stiles quickly grabs his plaid shirt and tosses it to you when you sit up.

You hurriedly pull it on and Stiles shakes his head when you try and get up, you roll your eyes and insist you're fine.

“You sure? He asks gently, holding out his hand and helping you up off the bed. Your legs are still shaking but you manage to stand where he keeps you behind his back and slowly walks closer to the door, bat raised.

The door crashes open before you get too close and Stiles pushes you back behind him further. You watch the muscles in Stiles’ back and shoulders clench as he gets ready to defend you. But before Stiles can get a swing in the wolf is tossed from your room by Scott. Who looks between you and Stiles with a knowing smile, seeing you’re okay he follows the Argent’s who have darted the wolf with enough tranquilliser to take down a bull elephant.

“We’ll meet you guys…. Well, you know where!” Scott calls behind him, remembering others from the dicks wolf pack might be listening.

“My hero,” you giggle when Stiles closes the door and drops the bat to the floor with a relieved sigh.

“Oh shut up,” Stiles laughs along with you, quickly pulling you into his arms and kissing you.

“So, I guess we should get dressed huh?” You smile, running your hands over his chest enjoying the way he leans into your touch with a gentle sigh and his muscles ripple beneath your touch.

Stiles nods, biting his lip and those gorgeous brown eyes meet yours.

“Mhmm, maybe we should.” He agrees, hands moving around to grip your ass and squeeze.

“Do they really need two humans getting in the way?” You practically purr, pressing yourself closer.

“I’m sure they can survive without us. Besides, we could really do with another shower.” Stiles muses slipping his hand between your legs.

The two of you never did make it back to that meeting.

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deans-baby-momma · 3 years

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Wounded Hearts 1

Summary: When John Winchester leaves his two high school-aged sons in a motel in Fairfax IN while he goes off on a hunt, they both make friends. What happens after they have to suddenly leave when John comes to fetch them? Will those friendships endure? Does Dean leave a piece of his soul behind?

Word Count: 3,635

A/N: This is a sequel to Past Haunts, but it’s mostly what happened in the thirteen years between high school and when Sam and Dean return to take care of a haunting in their old stomping grounds of Truman High. The first couple of chapters will be mainly Dean’s POV and then after that, each chapter will switch from Dean’s POV to Rebecca’s POV. I will label them appropriately.

October 14, 1996 Dean’s POV

I watch with pride as Sammy schools some kid. My brother might not look like much but he can fight. I guess all the times sparring with Dad and I have paid off. He gets a few good punches in before laying the bully out. I smile widely as Sam tells the kid that he’s not tough, he is just a jerk. The crowd begins chanting ‘Dirk the Jerk’.

One of the onlookers turns to walk away and slams right into me. I look down to see a girl from a couple of my classes. It takes me a minute to remember her name. Rebecca. Rebecca Quentin.

The blush on her cheeks and the way she pushes her hair behind her ears is adorable as hell! She looks down at the ground after she apologizes but I’ve got to tell her it’s okay. No harm, no foul.

“Hey Rebecca, right?”

I get a glimpse of what a spitfire she is, when I accidentally call her ‘honey’.

“I’m not your honey, Dean!” she rages and honestly it is cute as fuck!

I smile and try to make up for my obvious mistake. “Listen, Becks,” I begin and cringe at another faux pas. ‘Dammit Dean keep it together.’ “Is it alright if I call you that?”

I sigh and relax when she nods her head that the nickname is okay.

“We got off on the wrong foot. Let me make it up to you. We can go get a bite to eat.” She looks like she is about to reject my offer so I quickly counter. “I’ll even bring my little brother so it won’t look like a date. If that’s what you’re afraid of.”

When she agrees I can practically feel my heart rate pick up. This girl is beautiful with her gorgeous blue eyes and brown hair. She is a vision and she just agreed to go out with me! Well, Sammy too, but I get to talk more and learn about this angel.

I call Sammy over, never taking my eyes off her. As we leave the school grounds, I wonder if she is aware that she has strategically placed Sammy between us. Was that intentional or just a coincidence? The two of us carry most of the conversation during our trip since Sammy has his nose in some book, the big nerd!

Rebecca Quentin is 17 years old, the same age as me; a senior and is planning on going to college to become a Psychologist. She tells me that she has her heart set on Harvard.

“You must be really smart,” Sam quips glancing up at Rebecca before going back to reading.

On our walk, I learn that she is an only child and lives with her parents on the other side of town. I can’t imagine not having siblings because, although he can get on my nerves, Sammy is my life. I have been protecting him since I was 4 years old, it’s my duty.

As we pass a movie rental store, I get the bright idea for pizza and a movie in our motel room. After some coaxing, Rebecca agrees and I rush inside to get the movie. ‘All Saints Day’ is one of my favorites.

Our money situation is getting sparse but I want to splurge for her so I grab a couple bags of popcorn at the checkout and after paying, I join Rebecca and Sammy on the sidewalk.

We walk to the pizza joint and go inside to place our order. I look around the nearly-empty restaurant as we wait. The lighting is bright but is dulled by the amount of wood inside. Dark wooden panels cover the walls with even darker wood beams line the ceiling. The tables are draped with red-and-white checkered table clothes with a candle and a condiment tray in the center. The whole ambience of the place gives off a romantic vibe and I imagine bringing Rebecca here for a date.

‘Get a grip Dean!’ I think to myself. ‘You just met the girl and had to persuade her to hang out with you. She’s probably not even interested in you like that; just too nice to say no.’ The waitress calls our name and I grab the boxes before we continue our trek to the motel.

At the motel, I am a complete gentleman, holding the door for her to enter first and I even carry her food for her. We settle in, me on the floor and her on the end of my bed. We watch as David Yeager portrays the Hatchet man. Sometime during the movie Rebecca joins me on the floor and when a jumpscare scene comes up she hides her face on my shoulder. I smile as I lean over and whisper, “I’ll protect you.” That earns me a smile and from the look in her eyes, I can tell she actually believes and trusts me. I can’t help myself as I lean over and press my lips to hers, keeping it chaste and innocent because Sammy is right there. A few minutes later she places her hand in mine and I entwine our fingers, a smile breaking out on my face. I am scared that if I acknowledge it she’ll pull away and that is the last thing I want her to do, so I sit there with a big old goofy grin. We finish the movie and polish off the rest of the food before Sammy begins complaining that he wants to go to the arcade. I only have $20 left for us to live on until Dad returns and the brat is getting on my last nerve.

Suddenly Rebecca speaks up and pulls some bills out of her pocket. “Here ya go. There’s an arcade down at the end. Go crazy!” she tells him, with a laugh.

Sammy’s whole face alights and he begins begging me to go. “Can I Dean? I promise not to go any further. And to come straight back when I’m done. Please?”

I look at Rebecca and then to Sammy. That means Rebecca and I will be in the room alone, by ourselves. What if she is expecting something to happen. Fuck! I have not watched enough Casa Erotica on stolen pay-per-view for this. I don’t know what I’m doing. Fuck!

I pull Sammy to the side. “No further. And if you see anything...suspicious come back here. You know the codeword.”

Sammy repeats the codeword and is out the door in a flash. Well this just turned awkward. I run my hand across the back of my neck as I turn to look at Rebecca. I take a step closer to her as she steps closer to me. Before long, we are standing toe-to-toe and I can smell her strawberry, I think it’s strawberry at least, shampoo. Her lips are still slightly swollen from the kiss I gave her and I lick mine as I hesitantly reach for her. She walks right into my embrace and wraps her arms around my neck. I lean down and kiss her and OH MY GOD! This kiss is even better than the first. I take a chance and swipe my tongue across the seam of her closed lips and am surprised when she opens to let me lick into her mouth.

She tastes like heaven, if there is a heaven. Her tongue wrestles with mine and she moans as I begin lightly sucking on hers. My hands begin rubbing up and down her sides, the hem of her shirt catching on my fingertips. I pull back and look at her questioningly and she nods so I grab the garment and pull it over her head. She is wearing a little peach bra with a tiny little bow in between her breasts. I swear I could cum right now. She helps me pull my shirt off and then we discard the rest of our clothing until we are left in our skivvies.

We lay down and make out heavily on the bed. I feel like my dick is going to burst, it’s so hard. I slide her bra strap down and then reach behind her to unsnap it. Of course with my bumbling hands, I have trouble but I get it loose and Rebecca pulls it off, dropping it on the floor.

I stare at the picture before me. Her nipples are hardening to little nubs as I gaze at them. Seeing breasts on television is one thing but fuck me, breasts in real life? There is no comparison. Gathering up all the courage I can muster, I dip my head and kiss one of the stiff peaks, flicking my tongue across it. Rebecca moans above me and her hands land on the back of my head. I continue laving her nipple all the while loving the sounds she is producing.

I slide my hand slowly down her stomach, praying she doesn't feel the tremble in it. My whole body is vibrating with nerves. I have never gotten this far with a girl and I'm worried I will somehow mess this up. I want to satisfy and please her. When my fingertips meet her panties, I lightly run them along the edge. I look up to see Rebecca's eyes watching me. She wiggles her hips and smiles. I take that as her consent to keep going.

I push up onto my knees between her legs, almost embarrassed at the obviousness of my arousal. I hook my fingers in her panties and pull them down. Once I get them to her feet I stand up and take them the rest of the way off. I grab the top of my boxers to remove them but my eyes land on her body. Taking my time, I run my eyes down from her face to her neck, over her heaving chest and gorgeous tits down her stomach to….her pussy. Fuck! I palm my dick as I look at the splendor before me. Her outer lips are bare and smooth and I can just see a peek of her clit. How the hell am I going to last, I'm already about to blow my load. I push my boxers down until they fall to the floor.

Climbing back onto the bed, I position myself between her legs and lean forward to capture her lips. My cock rubs against her inner thigh and oh my fucking god! How am I getting harder?!

Rebecca's back arches off the bed, breaking our lips apart. "Dean," she sighs and I look into her eyes. Holy shit! This is happening! I'm about to have sex. I sure hope to god Sam doesn't return anytime soon. "Do you have a condom?"

Fuck!! Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Yea I have a condom; one dad gave me when I turned 13, four years ago. Dammit to hell.

I crawl off the bed, trying to figure out if I want to take a chance with that old thing. I look around the room and spot a half wadded sandwich wrapper on the table. It keeps sandwiches fresh and dry so it should work right? I grab the plastic and notice a few crumbs stuck to it. I shake them off and proceed to wrap the cellophane around my dick, making sure that the tip is covered well. When I am satisfied with the protection, I climb back onto the bed and take my previous place.

I grab the base of my dick and line it up with her entrance. "Ready baby?" I ask as sincerely as I can.

I’m nervous as hell but I want to make this good for her. I look down as I run the tip of my dick along her slit, her juices warm and slippery. I press in to breach her outer lips and notch myself at her entrance. I don’t know why but I am assuming this is her first time too. Maybe it’s the look of anxiety on her face or maybe I’m just seeing things. Either way, I want to ease her into this. Ok, yea and me too. “This might hurt and I’m sorry.”

I press into her and am immediately met with resistance. Yep, this is her first time too. Has to be, ain’t no way they are always this tight, right? I lean down and kiss her to swallow her cries as I pull out and push back in. A few more tries and our hips are flush, my dick is inside her! Holy shit, I am inside a girl and fuck does it feel wonderful! I have to bite my inner cheek to stave off the desire to shoot my load. It feels that fucking good!

When Rebecca whimpers, I freeze. Oh fuck! Did I hurt her? I should have been more gentle. ‘Good going Dean!’ I silently chastise myself. I wanted this to feel good for her, not to cause her any pain. I pull my upper body off her enough so that our foreheads are touching. Neither of us are moving, just our chests from the heaving breaths we are both taking.

“Are you okay?” I ask, although if she would say no I think I’d have to kill myself. I don’t want to have harmed her in any way.

Instead Rebecca grins up at me and nods her head. I feel relieved instantly. “Yea. Just keep doing what you are doing. It’ll get better.”

I start a slow and steady drive of pushing in and pulling out all the while trying to hide the euphoria on my face. I lean down and nuzzle into her neck, kissing the skin behind her ear.

Rebecca starts making these sweet little sounds that are so much better than anything I’ve ever heard on pay-per-view. It is music to my ears. I begin grunting on the push in and moaning each time I pull out. I swear I am in heaven. If there is a god, I want to shake that guy’s hand.

Oh god! Now her pussy is squeezing me tight, making my momentum wobble. I can feel my nuts drawing up and I know I’m about to meet my end. White explodes my vision and I push in as far as I can, pulsing and shooting my load into that plastic sandwich wrapper. This is so much better than jacking off!

Suddenly, Rebecca grabs my biceps; her fingers digging into my skin. She throws her head back onto my pillow with her eyes closed as she screams, “Oh god! Dean!” I can feel her getting wetter and seeping out around my shaft.

I kiss along her collarbone, careful to keep my weight off of her as we both come down from that magnificent high. Now I know what all the excitement is about. Sex with a woman is phenomenal!

After cleaning up and getting re-dressed, the awkwardness creeps in. We stand in the middle of mine and Sammy’s motel room, just staring at one another with small smiles on each of our faces. Mine will probably be etched on and never go away.

“Well, I uh….I better get home,” Rebecca stammers, pushing her hair behind her ear. Does she realizes how fucking adorable and captivating that little habit is? Probably not, but it fucking is.

I don’t want her to go but I know she needs to get home. I look at my watch and balk as I see that it is almost 6 pm. So that means for almost an hour she and I had sex. Wow!

I grab her wrist and pull her toward me, running a finger down the side of her face. “See ya tomorrow, Becks.” I lean in and give her a quick kiss on the lips and wistfully watch as she opens the door.

Before leaving though, she looks back at me one more time and smiles. There is a sparkle in her eye and I can’t help but feel proud; I put that there. After the door closes, I turn to grab my flannel; might as well go hang out with Sammy in the arcade. Maybe whoop him in a game of Mario Kart. A spot on the bed catches my attention and my heart flutters when I realize what it is. There in the middle of my bed, is a splotch of Rebecca’s cum. I’ll sleep great tonight, with the knowledge that I finally got laid. And we both enjoyed it. The proof is right there.

I pull my flannel on, checking to see if I had the room key before I strut down the side of the building to the room that the arcade is located in. I look through the window to see my nerdy ass brother sitting at a game for dorks; some type of trivia shit. I go to grab the door handle and wonder if Sammy will be able to tell a difference in me. I am no longer Dean Winchester, virgin but I am Dean Winchester, sex god.

I challenge Sammy to a round of Lethal Enforcers, totally demolishing him. But at 13 Dad hasn’t let Sammy get much practice in with a gun. Not like he has with me; by the time I was Sammy’s age I could take apart, clean and reassemble almost any caliber weapon in Dad’s possession. I ruffle Sam’s hair as we head back to the room, much to his chagrin.

“What’s got you in such a good mood Dean?” Sammy asks. “You and Rebecca do it?” I can tell by the playfulness of his voice and the smirk on his face, Sammy has no idea what transpired in our room. In an attempt to play it cool and nonchalant, I puff out my chest and say, “Yea. I rocked her world.”

Sammy rolls his eyes and continues walking towards the room. I shudder at how much of a jerk I sound like. It was nothing like that at all. What happened between Becks and I was magical and wonderful and I wouldn’t mind doing it again. At that thought, I remind myself to invest in some newer condoms.

The next morning

I can’t wait to get to school. I have first period with Rebecca and I am hoping to be able to sit beside her. That is, if Amanda Heckerling and her flunkies leave us alone. There is a skip in my step as Sammy and I walk the two blocks to the school. But it falls away when the cell phone in my pocket begins ringing. I know there is only one person with this number and there is only one reason he would be calling. Dad is done with his hunt and is on his way to pick us up. I curse as I take the phone out of my jacket pocket and flip it open.

After the call, I tell Sammy the news. “Dad will be here by lunchtime to pick us up. Do you have everything in your bag?” We had long ago learned to carry our personal possessions with us instead of leaving them in whatever motel room we stayed in. Easier for Dad to just pick us up and leave town before any questions or concerns arose.

“Yep,” Sammy answers and I can tell he is as melancholy as I am at the thought of leaving this town. In the three weeks we’ve been here, we have both made friends and hated leaving them behind, knowing we’d probably never see or hear from them again.

I go about my normal routine, checking in at homeroom and grabbing my shit out of my locker before heading to English Lit. As soon as I walk in I spot Rebecca but instead of the smile I expect to see on her face, she looks down. Is she ashamed of what we did? Did she tell someone and they made fun of her for having sex with the boy from out of town? I walk past her and take my usual seat at the back. I can’t wait for Dad to get here so we can get out of this shithole! Lunchtime cannot come soon enough.

At lunch, I track down Sammy and we go to the front of the school to wait on Dad. As we hear the rumble of the Impala coming we both look up at the building morosely. The best and worst things happened here. I met a girl and had sex just for her to turn around and deny she even knew me. “This place sucks. Come on Sam,” I say as I head around the front of the car to get into the front.

As we pass the sign that thanks us for visiting Fairfax, I silently wish Rebecca Quentin a farewell. My heart constricts and I feel sick. I lean my head back against the seat, closing my eyes and daydream about blue eyes and dark brown hair and soft silky skin.

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itisannak · 4 years

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Tease (Ashton Irwin Smut)

Summary: It's (Y/N)'s birthday and Ashton has planned a little private party. (Smut / Unprotected Sex / Striptease / Oral; Female Receiving) (Request: @shamelessaussiefangirl) (Words: 1.9k)

"What time are you going to be back from work?" Ashton asks me as I rub some lotion on my skin post-shower. "I don't know. 6, 6-ish... Depends... Why are you asking?" I ask him, turning my head to look at him. "I just want to make dinner plans for us tonight." He shrugs his shoulders and I groan, my face morphing in an unwilling expression. "Can we just get takeout? I wanna be with you tonight, just you." I ask and he hums, pecking on my bare shoulder. "Whatever birthday girl wants, birthday girl gets. Any preferences for the cake?" He asks. "It can be whatever you want, as long as it is chocolate cheesecake." I comment and he chuckles. "That leaves so many options..." He mocks me, tracing his finger over my skin. "Birthday girl gets what birthday girl wants." I shrug, standing up from the bed. "She sure does... Especially when she looks mighty fine like you do." He whistles, making me roll my eyes at him. "Are you trying to get in my pants, Irwin?" I ask him, picking up the outfit I've picked for the day. "Is it working? Because I have more if it doesn't." He states and I bite my lip, kinda into his whole mood right now. "Oh, it is working alright. You will just have to wait until I get back from work." I chuckle and he hums. "I'll be right here waiting, princess." He winks, eyeing me up and down as I dress up.

My day at work has been pretty boring; other than the birthday cake my colleagues brought for me, I had nothing else interesting at work. Maybe because my mind was stuck back at home, imagining me spending the day with Ashton. My first birthday since we've moved in together, and I really hoped I could have spent it with him instead of at work.

I push my key in the keyhole, unlocking the door and letting myself in. The first thing I notice is the flowers all over the floor. From roses to baby's breath and wildflowers, the floor is full of paths made of them. "Ash?" I call, leaving my purse and keys on the island by the entrance. "Dinning room. Go wash up." He responds, making me strut cheerfully to the bathroom. I have been absolutely famished for the past couple of hours, and I really wanted to have dinner the moment I walk into the house.

I find him leaning back against the table, wearing a pair of leather pants and a white shirt that is ridiculously buttoned way low, giving me plenty of a view of his chest. "Hi there." I greet him, licking my lips at the sight; really appreciate the fact he hasn't shaved his little chaff yet, which really makes him look a little rougher. "Sit." He orders, pulling a chair out for me. "Where's the food?" I ask and he points at the chair. "I said sit." He says sternly, making me press my thighs together at the tone of his voice. "Promise you are not going to laugh at me..." He says, turning to grab his phone. "When have I laughed at you?" I ask and he cocks an eyebrow at me. "Wanna have this conversation, really?" He asks me, starting the music. He leaves the phone on the table as Birthday Sex starts playing, and he moves before me, swaying to the beat of the music as he unbuttons his shirt more.

I bring my hands to cover my mouth, eyes sparkling with excitement as he strips for me. "Holy fuck." I utter, scanning him as he moves his hips. He was never much of a dancer, but he looks way too sexy right now. He moves closer, grabbing my wrists and putting my hands on his body. "You learned how to dance? For me?" I ask and he hums, letting my hands roam his body as he moves. "I saw the way you were gawking at the guys from Magic Mike..." He replies thrusting his hips forward. "You look so much better than all the guys combined..." I comment and he hums. "I know I do. I've been planning this for 2 months now..." He states and I gasp, feeling a little special that he put so much effort into my birthday surprise. "Wanna help me unzip the pants?" He asks, pushing my hand down until it grazes over his bulge. "You are hard..." I whisper and he nods. "Wanna see how hard?" He asks, rolling his hips. I look at him mesmerized, my tongue wetting my lips. My hand reaches for the button of his pants, opening it and sliding down until it opens and he lowers it down his hips. He pulls them completely off, kicking them to the side. He leans closer, placing his hands on my thighs and lowering himself as he spreads them, making my skirt rise up.

He starts kissing along my thigh, all the way towards my slit, which has been pulsing since he started his little show. "You are wet, aren't you? You are wet for me?" He asks, his eyes darkening. "You don't even know..." I moan and he hums, pleased by his achievement. "Oh, I think I know." He slips his hand under my skirt, running two fingers along my core over my panties. My body jolts and I slide on the chair, giving him a bit more access. "I shouldn't leave you dripping on like that..." He says, hooking his arms under my thighs. He picks me up, carrying me only for a few seconds until we reach the table.

He unzips the zipper of my skirt, making my shimmy out of it as he pulls it down. I work on taking off my blouse, arching my back as I raise it off my body. Ashton spreads my legs and kneels between them, pulling me closer to his face. He pulls my underwear to the side, giving my core a long lick, from my entrance to my clit, flicking his tongue over it before he hooks his fingers into the hem of my underwear and tearing them apart. He gets right into business, burying his face in and swirling his tongue around between my folds. My eyes flutter the moment his tongue curls on my clit, toes curling at the sensation. "Ash..." I cry out, bringing my hand to his hair. The fluffy black locks feel silk soft in my hand, so pulling on them is actually so satisfying. He laps on my pussy, keeping eye contact with me the entire time. "Ashton, I need more..." I plead, bucking my hips up in the air. He parts my lips and slips his fingers inside me, pumping them fast on my spot. His lips wrap around my clit, sucking harshly as I roll my hips on his face. "Fuck..." My eyes roll back and I tremble, feeling electricity running down my spine. "Ash..." He moves his fingers faster, making me dig my nails in my palm. He brings his face away from my core, planting kisses on my thighs. "I need to be inside you. Or else I will burst in my pants." He groans and I moan in approval, stroking his head. "I need you." I whimper and he chuckles, standing up and bringing his fingers out. He lowers his briefs, freeing his cock completely before he spreads my legs more and wraps them around his waist. "I am going to fuck you up so well, princess..." He licks his lips, lining up to my entrance. "Please." I whisper, wrapping my fingers around his wrist. Music is still playing in the background, setting up some tempo.

He thrusts in, making me slide a bit back on the table. I feel a tightness in my stomach, making me groan as he moves inside me. His face morphs into a tensed expression, his teeth tugging on his bottom lip as his eyebrows are pushed together. "You look so hot like that." I mumble, bringing my hand to stroke his cheek. "You should see yourself, princess. You look so hot with my cock inside you..." He groans, leaning closer to trace his lips over my neck. "It's going to be so weird eating on this table from now on." I whimper, pulling him closer by his waist. "It is going to be the best part of the day." He states, thrusting inside me more forcefully. I bite my lips and close my eyes, letting the sensation sink in. He groans while my walls spasm around him, making him slam his hand on the table as he stops for a moment, just feeling me around him. I watch his arms flexing, the veins and knuckles of his hand becoming more prominent. I buck my hips, driving his cock deeper inside me, making me more greedy for him. "I am going to fucking lose it." He growls, bringing his hand to travel up the curve between my hip and ribs, causing goosebumps to rise on my skin. "I really wanna fucking cum inside of you... I really wanna fill you up..." He whines; his breath is becoming more rapid, shallower and a little forced as he looks me in the eye. I look at him with my doe eyes, eyebrows furrowed, and lip pouting as I nod my head at him. "Fill me up, daddy..." I assure him and arch my back, letting his cock hit my spot a little better.

I feel him twitching inside me, veins bulging against his length as he slams into me, holding onto me tightly as he becomes more intense with his thrusting. "Call me daddy again and I will make you a mommy..." He says through gritted teeth, making my spine tingle with excitement. "Please, daddy." I dig my nails in his arm, dragging them down to his wrist. "Fuck..." He screams; it is almost animalistic, coming from deep in his chest. I cum around him, and I swear, my face takes the stupidest expression, with my mouth open and my muscles tensed up. I throw my head back and arch my back more off the table. "Shit... You look so good like that." He groans, giving me slow, deep thrusts. "I can't take more..." I whine as I feel him against my cervix. "Yeah, you can... Of course, you can, baby." He praises me, stroking my hair. "Please, cum... Cum..." I plead and he groans, giving me everything he's got. He cums inside me, making his face tense and jaw twitch as he shoots his load in me. It feels warm and nice, him pulsing inside me only adds to my orgasm.

He collapses on me, still buried deep inside me. He is warm and a little sweaty, but he feels like home to me. "Happy birthday, babygirl..." He says, smirking at me as he presses his lips on my nose. "It has been the happiest birthday of my life actually." I comment, grazing my fingers over his face. "We are having a party on Saturday. A proper celebration for you. But tonight, it is you and me." He says, planting his lips on mine. "Just how I like it." I giggle against him lips, making him chuckle. "I have ordered food, and of course there is cake..." He says, making me moan at the thought of getting some food in my stomach. "I am starving..." I state, making him sigh. "Ok... Let's get clean and we can have dinner." He says, moving from inside me. "Can we watch a movie with dinner? And cuddles? I've missed you cuddling me..." I pout and he hums, smirking at me. "Ok, princess. I can't say no to you, can I?" He asks and I shrug. "I guess not." I bite the inside of my cheek.

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spooks-and-tea · 4 years

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Entangled (Spencer Reid x femReader) [Ch.3]

Summary: You don’t know how it happened. One moment you were watching Criminal Minds, and the next moment you were literally in the show. Can Spencer be the key to helping you find your way back home?

Warnings: minor character death, mentions of su*cide, bad explanations of quantum mechanics, sexual situations(some non-con), the usual criminal minds-type content

A/N: Thank you for loving this and leaving lovely comments<3 I’m literally only writing it out of boredom and wanting to make quarantine a little better for you guys. Sorry this chapter is so dialogue heavy! I like writing dialogue! Spencer says interesting things!

Word Count: 3,526

Chapter 1. Chapter 2. Chapter 3. Chapter 4. Chapter 5. Chapter 6. Chapter 7. Chapter 8. Chapter 9. Chapter 10. Chapter 11.

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In most fiction, a character wakes up confused, with little memory of where they are. You never understood that scenario. In what situation do you spend the night at a friend's house and wake up confused? Surely you have some memory of the night before. You figured it was just a work of fiction, a plot device writers used to make a character reflect on a situation.

That was what you thought... until you woke up in a fictional apartment.

You woke up with a killer headache, sore limbs, and a sore throat. The full package, lucky you. You thought maybe you had drank a little too much the night before, after all 27 is a far cry from 21.

I'm getting old.

You stretched your aching limbs and slowly opened your eyes. Laying on your side, your eyes settled on the analytical gaze of none other than Spencer Reid.

"Holy shit!" You screamed, jumping back and startling the hell out of Spencer. You ungracefully flailed as you teetered on the edge of the bed, body about to fall off. Spencer quickly reached out and pulled your elbow, leveraging your weight back onto the bed just in time.

You clutched the sheets, grabbing your bearings, while silently taking in the situation.

"Are you alright?!" Spencer asked, catching his breath.

"Just peachy." You deadpanned.

I'm in bed with Spencer Reid. God, why does he look so hot with bedhead hair?

Spencer gave you a wry smile before breaking out into laughter. You glared at him, but his laughter made you smile. It was nice to hear him laugh.

"I don't understand how you can be so calm about this. Imagine getting sucked into my world where you have to be an actor that plays yourself."

"Well, hypothetically speaking, if that were to happen I would be overqualified."

You rolled your eyes and got out of bed, but not before noticing the coffee and woodsy-vanilla scent. You'd smelled that before.

"Do you want breakfast? I know a good café near your place." Spencer stood to stretch.

"Huh? Oh. Yeah, that's fine." You stared at the bed, trying to place that smell.

"You okay?"

"Yeah, it's just- a smell. Your bed smells like you. It's familiar. From before."

To a normal person, your words would sound weird. But to Spencer? Well, they piqued his interest.

"You've smelled me before?" He asked, curiously. You nodded, looking up to see he had moved around the bed to stand in front of you.

"In a dream. Just before waking up here. Before we even met."

"Smell is a powerful memory trigger. Do you remember the split? When your reality entangled with mine?"

"I remember some of it."

"Maybe we should try something to help you remember," he considered. "Close your eyes and think of where you were when reality split."

You closed your eyes, taking yourself back to the memory of that place. You heard Spencer step closer, stopping in front of you.

You felt his breath against your cheek.

"You said the smell was familiar. What did it smell like?" Spencer spoke, softly.

"L-like you. Coffee and a woodsy vanilla," you stuttered, clenching the hem of the shirt Spencer had lent you. You were sure if you opened your eyes, Spencer would be mere centimeters away from you.

"Good. Focus on that. Were your eyes open or closed?"

"Open. My eyes are open." You fell into present tense as you immersed yourself in the memory.

"How do you feel?"

"Weightless. There's no gravity, gravity doesn't matter here. There's also something tugging. It's pulling me somewhere. It's pulling from here." You placed your hand on your chest. "It feels like a magnet, a super strong force."

"Look around. Do you see anything?"

"Yes, I see lights and- and they're moving all around me."

"What colors are the lights?"

"Every color, even colors I've never seen before. We can't see them here. I-I can't explain it, but it's beautiful."

"Can you hear anything?"

"Humming, like a television static. Crackling electricity and-and then a loud snap, like someone snapping their fingers."

"What's happening? Do you see anything else?"

You nodded.

"Curtains opening, red, velvet and soft. I'm traveling through them and they're all around me, like a tunnel. I'm being pulled through. Pulled towards the other end of the magnet, the other half. I know this. I'm sure of it. The other half is reaching out to me. Oh god, what if I can't reach it?" You distantly felt a tear run down your cheek. Your body was leaning forward more and more as you remembered, as if following the pull you remembered feeling.

"It's far away," you whispered, feeling the magnetic pull in your chest now.

"Reach out for it."

You leaned forward more and more following the pull until the dream was suddenly interrupted.

"Y/N." Spencer's fingertips brushed against your cheek, his voice barely a whisper.

You slowly came back to reality, opening your eyes.

Spencer was hardly a centimeter away from you, his lips ghosting so close to yours. Your hand lay flat against his chest, keeping you upright.

Both of you stayed silent, eyes half-lidded, listening to each other's soft breaths, and not daring to move. If you lifted your head just a bit you could brush your lips against his.

Spencer licked his lips, beginning to turn his head and close his eyes.

Then, as if this were a bad rom-com Spencer's phone ringtone went off. You both jumped apart.

Spencer avoided your eyes, leaving the room to find his phone which had otherwise been forgotten after last night's reveal.

You stared at the doorway, breathing heavily. You could hear your heartbeat, as if it were screaming out for him to come back and kiss you.

Had he actually wanted to kiss you? He let you unknowingly come close to it before even bringing you out of your memory. Up until yesterday, his false memories had told him you two were just friends. Did he actually like you, or was he just intrigued by you?

Spencer returned to the room, still avoiding your eyes. His body was stiff.

"That was JJ, she was just checking in on you. She said you didn't answer your phone, so you probably forgot it at home again."

"Spencer, I don't even know where I live," you spoke, carefully.

"Oh, right. You're not the same person I remember," Spencer frowned, "I can show you where you live."

You stayed silent, feeling a little hurt from his comment, though it was true. Did he want to kiss you, or the you he falsely remembered? Did he miss this false-memory version of you?

Spencer stared at his bed, lost in thought. You fought the urge to reach out and smooth the crease between his brows.

"What are you thinking, Spence?"

He shook his head, running his hand through his hair.

"I think there are some things in this world we just can't explain."

"Hmm that doesn't sound very 'Spencer Reid' of you to say." You tried to joke, anything to lighten the mood.

"You only know the parts of me you've seen on tv," he smiled, sadly. "You know it's funny, I know so much about you, and these false memories convinced me that we're friends, but I don't really know you either, do I?"

"I'd like to know you." You quickly spoke your thoughts.

Spencer sighed, finally turning his head to meet your eyes.

"I'd like to know you too."

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"Come on, Impossible Girl, let's go get some food."

You blushed as you followed him out of his home, adjusting your now-dry old clothes from the previous day. You had used Spencer's shower, loving the, now familiar, vanilla-scented shampoo. His fans would probably kill to know the exact smell, you giggled.

"Hey, is that nickname from Doctor Who?"

"Yup." Spencer smiled, adjusting his tie.

You knew he didn't like to drive, but for the time being he was the one driving your car since you had no sense of direction here.

He first took you to a café and treated you to a bagel and some heavenly mixture of french vanilla and coffee. You both sat at a table in the back next to the window and people watched. Spencer profiling a few passerby for you.

"How am I going to return to work? I don't know anything about profiling, other than watching you spout out facts on the show." You joked.

"I think you'll catch on. You're smart. But if it makes you feel any better, I'll try to cover for you whenever I can. Maybe your acting skills will come in handy."

You snorted out a laugh.

"At least, in this new life, I got the part. Kind of sad I won't be meeting Matthew Gray Gubler though." You joked, watching Spencer fake offense.

"We should leave now if we want to stop at your place first. Don't want Hotch firing you on your first real day."

You rolled your eyes with a smirk and followed him out.

Spencer parked in front of a high-end apartment block. Leading you through a squeaky clean lobby. There were elevators, but Spencer told you that you were on the second floor anyways so you might as well take the stairs. You were already wondering how you could afford an apartment in such a nice building. He unlocked your door at the end of the hall and led you inside, flipping on the light-switch.

Your jaw dropped.

"You have got to be kidding me," you breathed.

"Welcome home." Spencer said through a tight-lipped smile, shoving his hands in his pockets. He didn't look surprised, he looked comfortable, like he'd seen this place a hundred times before.

You walked further inside, mouth agape. A chandelier hung from the entryway and a staircase wound up to the left. To your right was a grand piano and two armchairs surrounding a couch and television. Large floor to ceiling windows with red velvet curtains lined the wall near the piano. You brushed your fingers over the keys of the piano that probably cost more than you had in your old bank account and assets combined. Spencer lingered behind you as you peered through an archway leading to the next room. This room contained the kitchen, every appliance looked brand new. The room also had another floor length window, and French doors that led out to an enclosed balcony that was bathed in natural light and plants. You couldn't believe there was more, and you hadn't even walked up the stairs yet.

Spencer lingered behind you, looking around and smiling at your reactions.

Just past the kitchen, another set of French doors gave way to the dining room which contained a large table lined with chairs. Art hung all around. Circling back to the main entry and, you guessed, living room, your eyes trailed up the stairs.

"Spencer, this can't be my apartment, I'm not even sure I can call it an apartment; it's the size of the entire second floor of this building! There's no way I can afford this." The place was gorgeous, it was like something out of a movie.

"As I understand it, your father left you a large sum of money when he passed away; he left everything to you. You made some good business choices and bought this place," he smiled to himself as he explained. "That didn't stop you from pursuing your own career at the BAU, though. You also donate to plenty of charities every year."

"But my father was a fisherman. He caught and sold fish at a little shop in my hometown."

Spencer frowned, "maybe where you're from, but here he was the CEO of a large company."

"How did he die?" You nearly whispered.

"He drowned. He was on a fishing trip, your mother was with him. A storm caught the small crew by surprise. There were no survivors." Spencer spoke softly, nearing you.

"My mother," you swallowed back all of the emotions that were building up.

"I'm sorry, Y/N."

You shook your head. "No, it's okay. I just wish I had a chance to meet my mom. For me, she died when I was very young, too young to remember her."

Spencer wrapped his arms around you, pulling you close. You sniffled and hugged him back, welcoming the comfort you found in his arms.

"This is all so different. Would I sound crazy if I said I wanted to go back to your place?"

Spencer ran his hand up and down your back. "No, it actually makes sense. My apartment's familiar to you. You can stay the night again, if you want, but I don't think-"

"Y/N? Is that you?" A man's voice echoed from behind you. Startled, you clutched Spencer's shirt, though he tried to step away from you.

You looked up at the top of the staircase to find a shirtless stranger leaning against the railing.

"Um. Yes?" You answered in a questioning manner.

The man turned and started to descend the stairs.

"Spence, who is that?" You whispered, nervously. The man looked like a model with abs straight out of a catalogue.

"That's Chris. He's your-"

You stiffened as Chris pulled you against his chest. Your eyes widening as he kissed you, taking advantage of your surprise by sticking his tongue down your throat. Everything in you wanted to push him away.

"-boyfriend." Spencer mumbled.

When he pulled away you almost wanted to cry because Spencer had just watched a strange man make out with you. You didn't kiss him back, but Spencer couldn't see that from where he stood.

"Where have you been? I tried calling, but you left your phone on the kitchen counter."

"I-uh. I slept over at Spencer's."

"Why would you do that?"

"Um-"

"She had a long day at work, I offered to help her with some of her paperwork at my place and we sort of lost track of time, so she decided to stay the night. I let her take the couch." Spencer saved you an explanation. The ease at which he told the lie making you raise your eyebrow.

"Oh. Hey Spencer. How's it going, man?" Chris turned his attention away from you, but kept an arm around your waist. He reached out and roughly pat Spencer's shoulder. You held your breath, knowing Spencer hated when people he didn't know well touched him.

"It's going- it's going good." Spencer gave him a tight-lipped smile, lowering his head to look at his shoes.

"Good to hear. Hey, do you mind if I talk to her upstairs for a second?" Chris asked, pointing his thumb at the stairs.

"N-no."

"Good man!" Chris laughed, patting Spencer's shoulder once more. He led you up the stairs by your waist. You turned your head as you walked, giving Spencer a pleading look.

He turned his gaze to look out the window with an unreadable expression.

Chris led you through the first door, closing it behind you. You looked at the room, it must have been the master bedroom as a 4 poster king sized bed sat in the middle, floor-length mirrors and art lined the walls, and you could see another door at the end of the room most likely leading to a bathroom. It was all gorgeous, of course, but it wasn't as cozy looking as Spencer's quaint room. There wasn't a random scattering of books on the bedside table, or along the walls. If it wasn't for the rumpled sheets, you wouldn't believe anyone actually slept in here.

"You know I hate it when you spend the night at his place. I miss having you here, with me, baby."

Chris wrapped his arms around your middle, running his pinky along the skin just below your shirt hem. You had to admit, the man was drop-dead gorgeous, with baby blue eyes, a toned, muscular figure, and a complexion that glowed. He honestly wasn't the kind of man you'd normally go for. He was too perfect, like a manufactured person.

There was nothing about him, no small flaws to dote over, no inflection in his voice that raised the hairs on your skin. Who were you kidding? He just wasn't Spencer. Real life flesh and blood Spencer Reid, waited for you downstairs, with his unruly, wavy hair and dark eyes, and the way he did that thing where he scrunched his nose.

Busy thinking about Spencer, you failed to notice Chris trailing kisses down your neck. Your body tensed and you squirmed. He was a complete stranger to you, though technically your boyfriend.

"Mmm. I had to take care of myself while you were gone, but I imagined you. When you're on your knees begging for me, you know that's my favorite." Chris nipped at your earlobe. You had to admit, you moaned a little, that was one of your favorite things. Only someone you had been with before would know that.

"I-I have to get dressed for work now, or I'll be late," you stammered.

Chris chuckled and winked, seductively.

"I see, well I can help you with that." He started to lift your shirt. You took this moment to slide out of his grasp.

"Um, maybe show me in the closet?" You didn't want to have to explain why you didn't know where the closet was.

Chris grinned, and opened the door you thought was a bathroom. It revealed a walk in closet, lined with mostly your clothes, but some were definitely his. You felt like a kid in a candy shop as you ran your fingers along the racks.

You forced yourself to calm down and chose the first outfit you saw, you really were going to be late for work and you didn't want Spencer to get in trouble.

You retreated behind a changing divider, hanging the outfit on the divider. You quickly removed your shirt and pants, happy to finally be out of the old clothes. You felt arms around you, Chris had returned.

"Sure you don't want to take the day off? I could get rid of Spencer and we can spend the rest of the day in bed." Chris kissed your cheek. Man, why was this man so horny?

You frowned as he mentioned Spencer, talking about him as if he was nothing more than an inconvenience. You didn't know Chris, and you didn't want to judge him too harshly just because he wasn't the man downstairs, but he was certainly making it difficult to like him.

"Remind me how long we've been together, again?" You asked, distracting him as you pulled on a new outfit, a simple shirt and work pants combo with a trench jacket to shield you from the rain that was sure to start up again later.

"About 2 months, why?"

You breathed a sigh of relief. Good, it hadn't been that long.

"No reason. Look I really should get going. I'l see you later, yeah?" You quickly made your way out of the room, waving goodbye.

You practically jogged down the stairs, feeling suffocated by the strange environment and strange man upstairs. Spencer still stood looking out one of the windows with one hand in his pocket and the other fidgeting at his work bag strap.

"Spencer," you whispered loudly, looking over your shoulder to see if Chris had followed you out. Luckily he chose to stay in bed by himself. You cringed at the thought of having to sleep in that bed beside him.

You fast walked to the front door, making sure you had your wallet on you.

Spencer turned around and almost looked amused at you trying to sneak out of your own house.

He followed you out and down the hall. You finally felt like you could breath.

"When were you going to tell me I had a boyfriend?!" You scolded him.

"He didn't cross my mind. Oh and here, I grabbed your cell for you while you were upstairs." Spencer held out your phone, you pocketed it knowing it was most likely dead and you'd have to find a charger at work.

"How on earth was any of that real? I just got here yesterday!"

"You're asking me like I should know how all of this works. I might be a genius, but even I don't know everything." Spencer smirked. "If I had to guess, I'd say the longer you're here, the more canon to the universe you're becoming."

"Chris is awful Spencer. I would never go for a guy like that," you sighed.

"You just met the guy. I don't know him well, but he certainly can compete in an ab contest with Morgan. And you have been together for 2 months, my memory tells me. 2 months has got to count for something."

You couldn't help but laugh at his observation.

"I really don't want to come back here after work." You groaned, getting into the passenger seat of your car.

"Is it really that bad? Your boyfriend's a clothing model and your home is worth millions. Some people would kill to have your life."

"Well it's a good thing we catch those people, then."

Spencer rolled his eyes, starting up the engine.

"Work will definitely be interesting today."

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lunnanunna · 4 years

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Sneak Peak

iKON Extra Member AU

Summary: Bao shows Hanbin the finished product of her album.

Warnings: swearing

Taglist: @hyunmijung @galacticstxrdust @kimonmars @soobinssmile @markszone @atinygracie

A/N: I’ve never written smut before. And all I really did was just hint it off, but dear lord, I was violently reacting to it as I wrote it. I’m sorry that it ended so awkwardly, but I honestly didn’t know how to wrap that up. So yeah... hope you like it. 🙂👍

Here’s Bao’s Hair Concept

Requests for each girl are open! Please let me know what you think.

Bao woke up to someone poking her cheek. Opening her eyes, she scowled as she saw Hanbin crouched by her face. He smiled at her and in turn she closed her eyes again, turning away from him.

“Yah,” Hanbin chuckled, pulling her back to face him.

“No, I’m still sleeping,” Bao grumbled, letting him move her, but keeping her eyes closed.

“Yeah. On my couch. Why didn’t you tell me that you were coming over? I would have been home earlier,” Hanbin said. He carded his fingers through her now asymmetrical blonde her. (He really liked this look on her, and Bao knew it.)

“I knew you were busy today, so I didn’t want to bother you. Plus I didn’t really know I was coming until I was punching in the code,” Bao shrugged, eyes still closed.

She peaked an eye as Hanbin huffed a laugh through his nose. “I love the fact that you coming here is second nature,” he said, smiling softly at her.

Bao snorted, closing her eyes again. “I’m glad.”

“I’m guessing you’re done with everything if you’re here relaxing,” Hanbin said, staring at her.

Feeling his gaze, she opened her eyes again, brows furrowing together. (Yeah, she wasn’t going to get anymore.) Bao sat up and stretched, then answered.

“Yup. I had gotten everything approved and the MV, being a simple one, was shot in a day and a half. So I’m all done,” she smiled, holding a peace sign.

Hanbin chuckled, closing his hand around her hand and bringing it to his lips. “I’m proud of you, B. You worked hard, and I know for a fact that this album is gonna be fire,” he said, then pulled her in for a kiss.

Bao smiled into the kiss, missing the feeling of his lips on hers. It’s been a little over two weeks since they’ve last since each other, and while Bao wasn’t the clingy type, being with Hanbin was her favorite place to be.

Pulling away, Bao sat back and patted the seat next to her. Hanbin smiled and moved to sit on the couch. He wrapped an arm around her shoulder, and Bao leaned into his side. This was definitely her favorite way to unwind.

“The album is gonna be fire because of all the people on the album and all the people who helped make it,” Bao said, jabbing his side when she said the last part. Hanbin flushed, then cleared his throat, smiling.

“I’m really loving this hair.” Bao snorted at the change of subject. “Like I’ve always loved it when you did the colored bangs, but this is probably my favorite,” Hanbin said, twisting a lock of dual colored hair. She smiled, running a hand through her hair.

Bao had gotten her top layer bleached, having it go into streaks above her natural hair color. She had left a section of the front fully brown, adding to the asymmetry. It was hard to tell the stylist what she wanted, but she was very pleased with the outcome.

“It’s probably my favorite style too,” Bao said, closing her eyes as she leaned her head on his chest. She was getting sleep again with him running his fingers through her hair.

“So what’s the time frame for your comeback?” Hanbin asked. Bao opened her eyes with a start. She had almost fallen asleep again.

Rubbing the sleep out of her eyes, she said, “October 15. It was delayed because of all the changes to the songs, plus Blackpink is also having a comeback so they’ll go first. It was poorly planned in my opinion, but whatever. As long as I get my album that’s all that matters.”

“How long are your promotions?”

“Two weeks, but I’ll be doing four music shows each week,” Bao shrugged. Two weeks was all the company would give her, but she didn’t mind. It was more than enough for her.

In all honesty, she had expected it to be less. Maybe still the two weeks, but only two music shows per week. Yet she was doing a total of eight stages for her title track and eight for her B side.

Luckily there wasn’t a choreo for her title track, because she wouldn’t have been able to keep up with doing dances for both songs. She already struggled with keeping up with iKON’s choreographies, and with those she could stand in the back and have the attention directed to one of the other boys. With her solo track, she couldn’t do that.

“Are Bobby and Junhoe excited to be able to perform with you?” Hanbin asked, smiling. Bao grinned, nodding. Her song with Bobby and Junhoe was the one that she had picked as her B side. She felt more comfortable on stage with them than with any of the others on her album. (Not like Tablo would have wanted to perform live with her anyway, and Changbin was already in the middle promotions.)

“Yeah, and we just had a meeting with the staff and stylist to discuss stage outfits for it. It’s safe to say that Junhoe in particular, was very excited,” Bao chuckled.

“I can imagine,” Hanbin said, chuckling as well. Then he looked down at Bao and gave her a pair of puppy dog eyes. “Could I maybe get a sneak peak of the album cover?”

Bao quirked a brow at him. “You really think that’s gonna work on me?” she asked, snorting. The rapper shook her head, but sat up anyway, reaching for her phone that sat on the coffee table.

Hanbin perked up like a puppy and watched as she unlocked her phone to find the album cover and tracklist, along with the two teasers. Bao snorted, shaking her head. “Calm down, pup.”

Hanbin scowled, but took her phone as she handed it to him. He smiled at first, then his jaw dropped slightly as he swiped through the pictures. “Holy shit,” he whispered.

Bao bit her lip, hiding her smile. It didn’t matter how many times Hanbin complimented her, she still felt weird inside. Bobby had told her that that was normal. It was what some people would call “butterflies”. Hanbin was the only one that could affect her like that, and she didn’t really mind it.

“Shit,” Hanbin repeated.

“Yeah. You already said that,” Bao smirked.

Hanbin looked up at her then back at the phone. “Sorry. It’s just that I have the most beautiful girlfriend ever. Like damn.” Bao huffed a laugh, shaking her head. (What a dork.)

“Thanks, babe,” she said, leaning over to give him a peck on the cheek. She chuckled when he flushed.

“Now, could you- Uh, this dress right here?” Hanbin cleared his throat, pointing to the teaser of her in a white mini dress.

Bao nodded, smiling. “Yeah?”

“It’s a really nice dress.”

“It is, isn't it? It’s mine, actually,” Bao smirked, taking her phone away from him and placing it on the coffee table.

“Really now?” he asked, pulling her into his lap. Bao nodded. “You think you could wear that next time you come over?”

“I mean, I could, but it wouldn’t be on for long, now would it?” she asked, leaning into him.

“This is very true,” Hanbin whispered, connecting their lips. His hands traveled down to the hem of her shirt and he gently tugged on it. Bao smirked into the kiss getting the message.

Bao’s Masterlist

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stanbillyhargrove · 3 years

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Demons - The Rewrite

Chapter 17: You Can Take My Flesh If You Want

SMUT!! Violence

Billy’s POV

“Hey man, your girl needs to be picked up.”

I scoffed at Tommy over the phone, “I’m on lock down, Hall. And anyway she’s not my girl now.”

Tommy scoffed, “whatever fight you caused, apologize, she’s off the fucking handle.”

“Off the handle, how?”

I could hear music and people shouting in the background, causing Tommy’s voice to raise, “those creeps from out of town are back, they’ve been hanging around her… She’s high man, outta her mind high.”

I bristled, anger spiking through me, “I haven’t seen her all week, she’s been avoiding me. Can't you take her home?"

He snorted, "I can't even get myself home."

"Fuck...try someone else and call me back if I need to figure something out.”

“Yeah, okay.”

“Hall?”

“What?”

I huffed, wiping my hand across my face, “keep an eye on her until someone gets her?”

Tommy sighed, “yeah, sure, okay.”

Cat’s POV

I was curled into myself beside the bathroom door. Hands over my ears to try and keep the noise out.

It was still too loud.

The music was deafening.

Voices echoed, screaming and laughing. Calling for me, looking for me.

I buried my face in my knees, trying to muffle a scream so they wouldn't find me.

There was a light knock on the door.

Steve's voice cut through the noise. Chased the voices away and gave me something to focus on.

"Cat?"

I choked on my tears.

"Cat, are you okay?"

I couldn't find the words, everything was too much. Too fast. Too loud. Too bright.

"Cat," he knocked on the door again, "can you say something? Anything? A sound even, just so I know you’re alive in there?"

"Alive," I whispered.

I heard him slide down the door. Heard my heart beat pounding in my ears, lost myself in it like a ticking clock.

"Why are you in there?"

"Wanted to be alone."

I heard his head tip against the door, "Cat, what the fuck is going on?"

I sniffed, a new wave of tears burning. Steve shifted to slide his fingers under the door.

"I'm sorry," he whispered, "I'm sorry I yelled at you."

I reached out twist my fingers in his.

"I really fucked up."

I puffed a breath, "yeah."

Quiet loomed for a beat.

"Stevie, I don't want to be here...I don't know what's real or who I am but...you're the only person I can trust...Don't leave me...please?"

"Cat, I'm right here, I'm not going anywhere. I'll take care of you. I promise. Open the door, okay? I'll take you home."

“What is going on with you?” He asked once he had stuffed me in the car.

“I don't know, I just, just want to be normal.”

“Well this is not normal. You've been all over the place lately..and earlier.."

"Nobody asked you,” I mumbled, crossing my arms in front of my chest.

“You did. You fucking asked for my help and I was there, remember? I’m still trying to help you but I can’t do that if you’re not even trying to help yourself,” Steve argued, pulling the car onto the road.

I huffed, quietly glaring out the window for the rest of the drive. When we got back to Steve’s, he basically had to carry me inside and was trying his best to get me to go to bed.

“You need to sleep it off, Cat.”

“But Steeevviiieee," I whined, reaching for him.

“No, nope, go to sleep,” he grumbled from the door, “I’ll be back.”

I whined, shuffling around in his sheets to wrap myself up in the softness. When he came back he had a large glass of water and two Tylenol, only two, he’d hidden all the medication in his house when he brought me here and doled it out to me like a nurse when needed.

Steve crawled into the bed beside me and I rolled over, placing my hands on his chest, fingers curling into his warmth and shifted closer to him. His breath smelled of beer, like he had chugged one or two more before coming to bed.

"You're so soft," I murmured, running my fingers over his skin.

"Get some sleep," he laughed.

I nuzzled in close, losing myself in the dim blue lights we'd hung in his room.

“Stevie?”

“Hmm?”

“Do you love me?”

He choked, surprised by how straight forward I was, “what?”

“Do you?” I tipped my head up to look at his confused face.

“I saved your life.”

“That’s not the question.”

He glanced away for a moment, “of course I love you, I wouldn’t have brought you here if I didn’t.”

I smiled, “I love you too... I didn't mean what I said before. I'm sorry."

He smiled softly, "it's okay."

Slowly, I inched my face closer to his, “Steve?”

He gulped, “y-yeah?”

“Do you trust me?”

Our faces were inches apart and I could feel the movement of the pillow when he nodded.

“Can I try something?”

Steve nodded again and I pushed myself forward until our lips met and felt the shocked noise he made vibrate through my lips.

“Cat,” he breathed, “You’re drunk and, and high...we.. what about Billy?”

I nuzzled under his jaw, my nose running across sensitive skin. Planted a kiss there and imagined that I could feel his heartbeat mixing with mine. Let that fill me so I didn't feel so empty.

“I just, I need to feel something..I need to try, Stevie. Please? It won’t, won’t mean anything.”

Steve hummed, “Cat..”

“Please?

“Are you sure?”

I nodded, rolling over top of him. He let out a shaky breath under me before I kissed him. His lips were so soft against mine, strange compared to Billy’s rough lips. I couldn’t help the moan that bubbled up in my throat when his tongue swept along my lip. Slowly, I slid my hands down his sides, feeling him tense under my cool fingers. Steve’s hands came up to my hips, gripping tightly until I whimpered into his mouth.

He broke the kiss and looked at me, “you okay?”

“Mhm,” I nodded, wrapping shaking fingers over his, “just...gentle, okay?”

“Yeah, okay,” he murmured, loosening his hands on me.

His eyes fluttered closed, eyelashes casting long shadows and a low groan built in Steve’s throat as I sucked under his jaw and pressed light kisses down to his collarbone. I slid my body down Steve’s chest, stopping just above his boxers to look up at him.

He looked so sweet in the dim, blue Christmas lights.

Innocent.

Steve met my gaze with plush lips parted, a sigh escaping him when I kissed the dip of his hips. I hooked my fingers in his boxers and slowly pulled them down, freeing his cock. I ran my tongue up his shaft, flicking up at the tip before taking him into my mouth.

Steve’s head tipped back into the pillows, “oh, jesus.”

I hummed, bobbing up and down and using my hand to stroke him. Steve’s hips twitched up when I sucked on his head, a low whine coming from his lips. Slowly, I began working his cock into my throat, taking it as far as I could before coming back up to suck his tip. Steve’s curses and moans filled the room as I kept up the slow, leisurely pace. I splayed a hand on his stomach, feeling him shiver and pant under my touch.

“Cat, oh fuck, I,” he groaned, twisting his fingers with mine.

I brought my head up, smirking at his whine, “feel good, Stevie?”

“Yes,” he hissed, “please, oh fuck, please.”

I hummed, taking his cock back in my mouth and sucked him harder, faster until. Until Steve’s fingers clenched around mine and I held him in my throat, swallowing his cum. Breathless, I stripped my pajama bottoms off and slid up his chest until I was straddling his waist. Steve’s arms slid up my sides, pulling me down to his chest.

He nuzzled into my neck, softly kissing along my pulse, “holy shit, Cat, that…you’re…amazing.”

I smiled, arching into his kiss and felt him shifting and lifting me so he was sitting against the headboard with me in his lap. I wrapped my arms around him, one hand sliding into his hair and the other grabbing his shoulder. Steve nosed along my jaw and placed kisses along my temple, cheek and the corner of my mouth. I sighed into his mouth when our lips met and gently rocked my hips against him. I could feel him half hard against my leg as he reached down to grab the hem of my shirt.

“This okay?” He breathed.

I nodded, lip between my teeth as he pulled my shirt up and off. Steve groaned and cupped the side of my face in his hand, his other hand loosely wrapped around my waist. I turned my head into his palm, the smooth pad of his thumb rubbing gently against my cheek.

I let out a shaky breath into his hand and wrapped my hands around his shoulders as I rolled my hips into him again, feeling his cock grind against me.

Steve cleared his throat, “there’s..uh, condoms in the drawer, uhm…if..you know..” he stammered, motioning towards his bedside table.

I nodded and reached over to fumble in the drawer for a foil, dropping it on the bed beside us.

Just in case.

Lifted myself up so that his cock was just barely pressing into me. That alone was enough to make my heart start racing and my hands start to shake against his shoulders. I whimpered, my body locking as my chest starting to heave with panicked breaths and dropped my face into his shoulder when tears sprung to my eyes.

“Hey,” Steve whispered into my ear, pressing his lips to the side of my face, “hey, you’re safe. I’ve got you, you’re safe, I got you.” He smoothed his hands down my back, “just tell me what you need, Cat, okay?”

I nodded, a few tears falling into his shoulder as a sob ripped through my chest.

“I’m sorry, Stevie.”

He shushed me, kissing my hair softly, “don’t be sorry. We don’t have to, you're in control, okay? We can stop anytime.”

I sniffed, let out a couple shaky breaths and dropped back down into his lap, his cock pressed between us. Steve wrapped his arms around me, hugging me to his chest and ran his hands up and down my back while I cried. His nose buried in my hair as he shushed me and waited for me to calm down.

It took a while for the panic to quell from a raging sea to mildly choppy water.

I nosed my way back to his lips and knotted my hand in his hair as we kissed, moaning with him as his cock stiffened again. Slowly, I worked up the courage to slide down onto him, both of us gasping loudly as he filled me. Steve’s head tipped back against the headboard with a loud groan as I started grinding against him. I kept slowly rocking into him, only stopping when he instinctively grabbed my hips, fingers digging in a little too hard.

I froze, my fingers shaking against his bicep, "S-Stevie.."

He stopped with a small whine, taking a second to realize what was wrong and loosened his grip, “shit, I’m sorry, I didn’t…just..if you want to keep going we should uh..” he pointed at the condom on the bed.

Another panic attack hit me after he came again, ruining the post orgasm high with my hyperventilating and crying. Steve’s face had been so full of worry when I started crying, he grabbed my face and curled his body around my own.

“Cat, did I do something wrong? Did I hurt you? Oh fuck, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry."

I whimpered, shaking my head and dug my fingers into his arms. He held me tight until my sobs quieted down and then leaned back to look at my face, his chest slick with my tears.

“Did I do something? Talk to me, Cat. Please."

I just shook my head and pushed myself off the bed to find clothes, feeling extra naked, exposed. I knew that the marks on my skin made Steve upset, that they were part of the reason why Steve had been sucking down beer every night before bed and just wanted to cover up. He waited until I slid back into the warm sheets after pulling on one of his sweaters and curled me into his arms, nuzzling into me to press kisses along my face.

“Sorry, Stevie,” I murmured, “I’m sorry I’m so fucked up…and I’m sorry I keep dragging you down with me.”

Steve leaned back to look at me, “hey, hey...look at me, Cat. Don’t apologize, okay? You’re not dragging me down. I promise.” He grabbed my face in his hands and kissed the tears from my cheek.

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It was still dark the first time I woke up, the warmth of Steve's body still curled around mine. His breath even against my neck and his fingers twitching on my side in his sleep. I couldn't help the smile that pulled.

I felt loved, safe.

I was back in that room. Peering through hazy eyes at the light filtering under the door. Screaming in my head for one of the shadows passing the door to stop and save me.

"We can stop anytime...just say the word."

It took every bit of strength I had to turn my eyes.

Steve.

It was Steve's face in the shadows above me.

My mouth wouldn't move, wouldn't form the words I needed. Nothing came except a whimper.

"Speak up, I can't hear you."

A tear rolled down my temple, disappearing into my hair.

I jerked awake and looked over at Steve's sleeping face. Too close to me now. I slid to the edge of the bed, putting a little bit of distance between us. I stared at the lights shining like stars above Steve's bed and tried to will my heart to slow. Was about to get up and exercise to burn off the nervous energy when Rocky shifted to nudge his head into my hand, comforting and calming me until I fell back asleep.

Light was beginning to filter through the window when I woke up again. Steve had stirred, covering my body with his own to nose along my neck. His hand moved softly, running up and down my side. Feather light kisses started at my shoulder and trailed into my hair. He inhaled deeply and nuzzled into me.

"I love you," he whispered.

I froze, fully awake and alert now. I could hear my world imploding in the quiet of his house.

This can't happen. Steve's too good for me. Too caring and sweet and gentle.

I'd ruin him.

"I need to go," I murmured, slipping from his grasp.

"No, don't go," he sat up, hands reaching for me.

I stood up from the bed and started gathering my clothes from the floor. Tears gathered and burned at the corners of my eyes.

"Is this because of what I said? I didn't mean it, Cat. I..I wasn't awake, it was like a...an after sex thing y'know? We said it last night..."

He scrambled out of the bed and grabbed at my hands, "Cat, please. It didn't mean anything. I don't love you, okay?"

My lip wobbled and tears started to fall.

Somehow, I didn't know what was worse.

I grabbed my bag and lifted it onto my shoulder only for Steve to pull it back off and spin me to grab my arms.

"Stop, okay? I don't love you. I swear."

I kept my face turned away, avoiding his pleading eyes. Tried and failed to pull from him.

"Cat, stop!" His voice rose, desperate, "I don't love you! I don't, just let me explain. Let me-"

Loud knocking interrupted his pleas, shocking us both. Rocky started to pace Steve's bedroom, barking as Steve jumped into a pair of sweatpants, almost falling on his face trying to pull them up.

"Stay here, please?"

I sniffed and sat back on his bed, "Tylenol?"

The doorbell started ringing, pressed over and over again.

“Uh, yeah, yeah, uh, it’s hidden under the sink in my parent’s bathroom,” he rushed, one hand on the bedroom door, “Cat,” he looked back at me, a stern look on his face, “two. I’ll know if you take any more than that.”

Billy’s POV

I'd been driving all morning trying to find her. Make sure she made it somewhere safe. Her house first then Tommy's. But she wasn't there either, because Tommy called Harrington to pick her up last night.

And I've been standing outside for a long damn time, anger bubbling up. I thought about breaking through the door. Punching it until my fists crack and bleed.

I know she's here.

She has to be.

I bounced on my feet, waiting in the crisp air for Harrington to open the door.

Finally, I heard the lock click back and he pulled the door open. Steve had just rolled out of bed, dressed only in a pair of dark sweatpants and his hair a tousled mess. Held back by his hand was…Rocky?

“What are you doing here, Hargrove?”

I motioned towards the dog, “that Cat’s dog?”

Steve’s eyebrows knit together, “yeah, and?”

My jaw ticked, “why is Rocky here?”

He went quiet for a second, “she asked me to take him for a couple days. What do you want?”

I noticed the light purple bruises under his jaw, and thought of how Cat had always left the same string on my skin.

“Tommy called me last night, said Cat needed a ride home.”

“And?”

I swept my tongue across my bottom lip, hands flexing against my legs, “she wasn’t home, Harrington. Where’s my girl?”

Steve bristled, “last I heard, she wasn’t your girl. Hasn't been for a while."

“Misunderstanding,” I ground out, fists itching to go through his pretty face.

“Well she’s not here, Tommy called me so I picked her up and took her home. Maybe she went out. She likes to run in the mornings."

I could see the panic in Steve’s eyes when he heard footsteps approaching. Over his shoulder I saw Cat come down the hallway, dressed in black leggings and one of Steve’s sweaters. The sleeves hung almost to the end of her fingers, in any other instance it would have looked cute but seeing her here, in Harrington’s fucking house, wearing his fucking clothes after seeing him half naked and bruised was enough to set me off.

“Steve? Who’s at the…” her eyes widened when she saw me, “B..”

"Seriously? Harrington?" I asked, hurt spiking.

She shook her head, coming forward a little, "no, that’s not-"

“You fucking whore,” I spat, “I knew it. I knew you were fucking him and I was stupid enough to believe you for a second!”

She cowered a bit, wrapping her arms around herself, “no, B, you don’t understand, I swear.”

I growled, “save it. Everything you say is bullshit, Cat. You could have just told me you’d rather be with fucking Harrington.”

Tears sprung to her already puffy eyes as she tried to step forward towards me, stopped only by Steve pushing Rocky into her.

“Take Rocky outside.”

“Steve, you-”

He didn’t even look at her, just stayed glaring at me, “not asking.”

She looked between us concerned, but when neither of us moved she gave Rocky’s collar a tug and led him to the back of the house. I waited until Cat was well out of range before stepping up to Steve, our chests inches from each other.

“Wanna tell me why the fuck you lied to me, Harrington?”

Steve squared his shoulders, trying to hide the fear that crossed his face, “misunderstanding.”

“No, no, I understand perfectly. You cozied up to her and fucked her right under my nose. But hey, she wants to whore around you can have her,” I sneered, fingers flexing.

Steve pressed a finger to my chest, tried to push me back, “listen, asshole-”

My fist cracked across Steve’s jaw, sending him stumbling back a step before he could finish. I followed him into his house and sent him sprawling to the floor with another punch. I pounced on him, letting my anger take over.

Blood gushed from his nose and everything went red until my reality blurred.

I saw Neil under me. Spitting curses through bloody teeth. Heard my mom screaming my name, hysterical.

Without looking at her, I knew. I knew the exact pattern of purple on her skin. Knew what it sounded like when her body bounced on the floor.

I'd destroy him, even if I ripped myself to shreds doing it.

Barely noticed the couple times a punch connected with my ribs. I knew he couldn't hurt me, not like this. I'm bigger, stronger.

I'll save you.

I'll end him.

I felt someone pull on my shoulders and twisted to push them away. Hands tried grabbing at my arms but I brushed them off too.

Let me do this.

I need to do this.

One more punch. One with the force to break him.

A force meant to end this.

A scream tore through the house, cutting through my anger in an instant and I felt like my soul had been wrenched from my body at the realization of what I had done.

I'd hit Cat.

Cat wrapped herself tighter around Steve, her body shielding his face and sobbed.

“Cat..” I breathed, leaning back and panting heavily.

My hands were sticky, blood splattering up my knuckles.

So warm.

“Billy, please, you don’t understand,” she cried, turning her tear streaked face to look at me.

I slowly got to my feet, unable to register anything past my shock and left, left Cat sobbing over Steve’s bloody face. I shakily got into my car and drove away slamming my fist into my steering wheel, her scream still echoing in my mind.

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glenncoco4 · 3 years

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War Zone

A/N: Chapter 4...also M rated.

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August 25, 2008

As she stores her bag in the overhead bin, Kensi takes her seat in the middle. Any other time she’d be annoyed being stuck in the center seat but she hasn’t been back home in over a year so right now she couldn’t care less.

She takes a peak at her phone, the incoming message making her smile.

Have a safe flight, Kens. Can’t wait to see your beautiful face when you get back. - Marty

How is it that a man she’s only known for 3 and a half months can make her feel like the only woman in the world? She’s usually the one making fun of her friends for falling for people they barely know. It always seemed strange to her when one of them went on leave, single, and came back engaged or even married. Now. Now she’s starting to understand.

Missing that shaggy blonde is something she’s becoming use to, opening up her photos, she smiles when she comes across the last selfie of she and Marty...the last time they were together. The night of their first date. After that night they made it a point to have Skype dates at least once a week and…

“Excuse me, miss? You look like you could use a Twinkie?”

The Petty Officer’s attention slowly turns from the photo on her phone to the man standing in the aisle, her eyes wide in shock. “Wha-what are you doing here?”

Marty smiles, glad that his planned surprise worked out. He places his bag in the overhead bin just as she had earlier and takes his seat next to her, grabbing her hand. “I thought since we’re dating we could at least spend some time outside a war zone.”

“What about your big story?”

“I gave it to my co-worker.”

There he goes again, making her heart flutter with that grin. The palm of her hand finds his scruffy cheek, her thumb rubbing back and forth across his skin in a soothing motion. Closing the distance between them, she leans in and presses her lips to his. “Hi.”

He smiles, pressing his lips to hers once more. “Hi.”

She can’t help the look of awe written across her face as she leans her head back against the head rest, her eyes locked with his. Honestly, where did this guy come from?

“So, where are we gonna spend our two weeks?”

“I was actually headed to Glacier to do some hiking?”

“You know what else we should do?”

She raises her eyebrows in question. Normally she’d want to spend her leave alone, somewhere secluded in nature. But the added thought of him joining her is something that excites her more than she ever thought could’ve.

“Paddle boarding. Oooh, and we should totally do sunrise on one of the peaks. And we could build a fire at night...look at the stars.”

The enthusiasm he shows is something like a little kid on Christmas morning that just got a puppy. “I’d like that.”

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Present

She takes a deep breath as she places their dishes in the sink, trying to gather up the courage to say what she needs to tell him. “So I was thinking.”

“Uh-oh.”

“Never mind.”

He catches her arm, as she tries to walk past him. The defeated look on her face, breaking his heart. Something’s been off with her lately and for the life of him, he can’t figure out what it is. “I’m just playing. What were you thinking?”

As he pull her into his lap, a nervous chill runs through her body. Her eyes stay focused on the hem of his t-shirt, where her fingers currently play with the material. “I think we should go on vacation. You know before we can't for awhile.”

“I like the sound of that.”

“Great, I already booked our cabin.”

Marty huffs a laugh, clearly not surprised by his wife’s actions. “So when you said we should, you meant we are.”

She shrugs, sending him an as innocent smile as she can muster up. Standing back up, she places a kiss to his lips before walking over to the counter. “Oh, before I forget, can you sign this card for Eric?”

“Yeah, what are my brother-in-laws up to anyway? Last time I talked to Sabatino they were in Tokyo for some tech company Eric was meeting with.” He curiously questions as he takes the card from his wife.

“They’re good. Sabatino’s suppose to get leave and they should be here for Thanksgiving.”

He nods, unaware of what’s about to happen next. “You got a pen?”

She watches as he scans the card and quickly takes the object out of her back pocket, handing it to him.

Without looking up, Marty takes hold of the pencil shaped object, ready to sign. It’s when he goes to write that he finally notices what’s really in his hand. “Um, baby?”

“Yeah?”

“What’s in my hand?” His eyes stay glued to the object, afraid that if he breaks contact it will vanish.

“You have a Bachelor’s degree from Georgetown, I’m pretty sure you know what that is.”

He can’t not look at her now. His eyes find her beautiful brown doe eyed pupils. The nervousness so clearly evident. “I meant whose is it.”

“Well seeing as though I’m the one that handed it to you…”

“I need to sit down.” He braces his hand on the dinning room table, his body freezing when the implication finally settles inside his head.

“You are sitting down.” This is so not how she imagined this going. She thought he wanted this. They talked about it for so long, and they were on the same page...or so she thought.

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August 27, 2008

It had been a late afternoon hike that resulted in being caught in a rain storm and tracking through mud. Which led to a mud fight once they reached the cabin.

Kensi stepped out of her room, running a towel through her wet hair when her eyes went wide. There he was, shirtless, doing his daily 100 pushups in the middle of their cabin living room. To say a bolt of electricity coursed through her body would be an understatement.

Her eyes watch as his muscle expand and contract over and over again. It’s about a minute into her mesmerization when he turns and flashes her a quick smile, obviously feeling her check him out. A blush rises to her cheeks at being caught and she quickly walks around him.

Stepping into the kitchen, she goes through the motions to prepare some tea for them. Leaning against the island, she stares out the window, mesmerized by the mountainous landscape as the torrential rains continue to pour down. That’s when she feels his eyes on her.“You just gonna watch me forever?”

His eyes darken as she turns to look at him. There’s that spark, that heat that they’ve been feeling for so long. He want’s to touch her, to feel her. “I could watch you forever.” He closes the distance between them, pressing his body against hers as his lips find crook of her neck. “You beneath me. On top of me, crying out my name.”

“Marty.”

“I want you.”

Her breath catches, fingers finding his golden locks as his lips continue their assault on her jaw.“Touch me.”

He stops his onslaught of kisses and pulls back, their chests touching as they try to catch their breaths. The want and desire that he knows is in his eyes so clearly reflected in hers. He says the only thing that he knows to be true. “Once I touch you, you’re mine.”

She wants to say that she doesn’t belong to anybody, but she can’t because it wouldn’t be true. Shaking her head, she takes a deep breath, feeling the bulge in his pants press into her heat. “I’m already yours.”

And that’s all he needs to hear. His hand finds the back of her thigh, lifting it up to his waist. She immediately jumps up, wrapping both legs around him, moaning as his rock hard cock press against her silk covered pussy.

The photojournalist guides them back into the living room, sitting down on the couch with the SEAL straddling his lap. As their tongues being to duel, his fingers find the hem of her t-shirt, lifting it up and over her head. “Holy shit.”

Her eyes follow his when she realizes that she never put a bra on after her shower. Before she can say anything though, his lips land on her pert nipple as his hand finds her other breast, massaging it. It’s been a long time since a man has ever touched her like this and something tells her he’s going to be the last.

“God, your breasts are amazing.”

Kensi unexpectedly pulls away from him, getting up off his lap, his brow furrows until he watches her strip the remainder of her clothing from her body. As she rids herself of her bottoms, she kneels down in front of him, and takes told of the elastic of his shorts. Pulling them down his legs, he watches as she comes face to face to his very hard member.

The moan that escapes her lips, making his eyes go wide. “If you don’t stop making those noises, this is going to be over before it gets started.”

A wicked grin crosses her face as she sticks out her tongue, flicking the head of his cock.

“Oh, my god.”

Standing up, she goes to straddle his lap once more. This time without the materials of their shorts separating them. She takes hold of his throbbing cock, rubbing his head between her wet folds.

Marty’s hands find her hips, his eyes rolling in the back of his head at her actions. “Stop playing with me, baby.”

Her heart speeds up, realizing what he just called her. Somehow that word slipping from his lips makes this all the more real. Putting him out of his misery, she slides his member into her aching wet heat. Both let out mirrored moans of pleasure before his lips are back on hers and their rhythms sync together, creating the most pleasure either one of them has ever had.

Stars explode sending them both over the edge, a feeling of being complete fills their beings as they ride out the wave of pure ecstasy. As their breaths even out, Kensi’s head finds his shoulder, taking in the beautiful scenery of the rainy afternoon and feeling that’s been building up for this man finally come to a head.

“I’m so glad I found you.”

“Me too.”

He takes a deep breath, gathering up the courage to say what’s been on his mind for awhile now. “I’m gonna say something. And I know it’s only been a few months but please don’t run.”

“Oh, god. You’re married.”

“No, I’m not married.”

“Okay.”

“I love you.”

“What?” She asks, voice strained.

His fingers run up and down her spine, in awe of this moment and how he feels about this woman in his arms. “I know we’ve only really been on two dates but the way you make me feel…especially when I’m in the middle of a desert…I’ve never saw myself as someone that needed another person, I was always content being alone.” His eyes find hers, as she looks up at him. Mismatched brown orbs, swirling with an emotion he’s not really sure how to define. “But you changed all that, I don’t want to be alone. I want to be with you.”

“I…”

“I understand if it’s too much I just-“ His attention turns to the scene outside their cabin, afraid that his vulnerable side might be too much for her.

Her palm finds his cheek, turning his face back towards her. The emotions so clearly evident in his eyes tells her that he’s never been this open and honest with someone in his life, which makes her feelings for him grow even more.“I love you, too.”

A look of awe and disbelief cross his face at her declaration. He always hoped that she felt the same way as he did but he never truly expected it. “You-you do?”

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Present

She really thought he’d react differently than what she’s seeing right now. They always wanted a family but had decided to wait until they were ready to find new jobs because neither of them wanted their kids growing up not knowing if they’re parents would make it back home or not. “I thought you’d be happy.”

He shakes himself out of his trance, the sadness in her voice drawing him out. “What?”

She feels the tears begin to pool in her eyes, not sure if it’s from the hormones or his reaction…or both. “I thought you wanted to have kids."

Seeing the tears in her eyes and realizing that he has yet to really say anything. Marty hops up off the chair, gathering her in his arms, his lips finding the crown of her head. “Oh, baby, I do. I’m so happy.”

“Really?”

“I love you so much.” Pulling away from their embrace slightly, his finger finds her chin, lifting her head up so that he can look her in the eyes when he tells her. “I can’t wait to have a little girl that looks just like you.”

“What’s wrong then?” Her brow furrows, curious about his reaction.

“I just waiting to wake up.”

“Come again?”

“That’s what he said.”

Shaking her head, she can’t help the smile that crosses her face.

“This is usually the part of my dream where I wake up.”

That’s when it hits her. He’s so desperately wanted this for so long that he was expecting it not to be true. “Well, this is definitely not a dream. You’re going to be a daddy.”

He brings his lips to hers, the smiles on both of their faces making them laugh joyfully. Marty lifts her up, spinning her around in excitement. “And you’re going to be a mommy.”

Once he stops spinning, she leans down, pressing her forehead against his. Their eyes dancing with so many emotions. “I love you.”

“I love you.”

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A/N: That new pairing is what happens when I’m left alone with my thought for too long. Here’s to Beatino.

#Densi #Densi Fanfic #AU #War Zone #Kensi Blye #Marty Deeks #NCIS: LA #NCIS: LA Fanfic #Move Mountains

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let-me-love-you-loki · 4 years

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The Christmas that Wasn’t-Ch. 13

Chapter 13: Leigh

The sky was beautiful with the lights streaming over the velvet black of space. There was faint music in the distance, muffled by the sound of the surf slipping up on the edge of the sandbar. All of that was drowned out by the thundering of my heart in my ears. Kenny walked close to me with his hands stuck in his pockets. The scent of him reminded me of tree blossoms and something sweet beneath.

I knew what he’d seen, and I knew from Adam that he’d immediately thought the worst. Even though I didn’t owe him an explanation, I felt that I needed to tell him the truth of how I felt. I took a deep breath of the ocean air, screwed up my courage, and tucked my arm through his. He stiffened for a moment, the muscles in his arm tense and hard, then relaxed.

“Kenny, I know you saw…”

He reached across his chest and settled his hand on mine. “You don’t have to explain yourself. It’s none of my business.”

I leaned against his shoulder. “I’ve known Allie since college. We fell into this thing we have, and it shaped who I am. She’s my best friend, Kenny, and I don’t know what I’d do without her. I mean, we had this dream of the production studio in college, but we both played it safe. I started out teaching. She got an MBA. She met Jon on a business trip. But she was always there for me. Allie Mason is the first person I ever loved. I still love her, in just about every way that you can love a person.”

As soon as I started talking, the words poured out without stopping. “There was a brief time right after college—before I met Izzy—that Jon tried to set me up with one of his friends. That whole heartedly didn’t work out from the start. He was… well, the best way to say it is a fuck boy. You’ve probably seen his dick on Twitter.”

Kenny’s eyes went wide. “Wait… Allie was engaged to…. that Jon? Holy shit.”

“You’ve heard of him?”

He rolled his eyes. “Yeah. He’s spent the last year trying to be me. And spoiler alert, he’s failing spectacularly.”

I couldn’t help but grin. “Good.”

Kenny laughed, and it made something like electricity run through my body. He was handsome and sweet and kind. There was no doubt about how physically attractive he was, but there was something about his sweetness that amplified all the rest. It had been a long time since I’d felt this way about anyone but Izzy or Allie. Even though it scared me, I got the sense that he was feeling the same.

I stopped and turned to face him. The breeze ruffled beneath the skirt of my dress and blew my hair around my face. I reached up to tuck the wayward locks behind my ear, my fingertips skimming along my jaw and along my cheek. Kenny’s eyes watched every move, and I could see them darkening beneath the starlight.

“It’s been a really long time since I’ve… wanted anything with a guy,” I confessed quietly. “But I want something with you.”

His lips curled up into a soft smile. He brushed his knuckles along my cheek, his fingers tangling in my blowing hair. I watched his tongue brush across his lips. “I know the feeling,” Kenny whispered back. “I know what it’s like to give someone your whole heart and have them break it into pieces. I never expected Ibutan… Ibushi…” He paused, taking a deep breath. His fingers settled against my face. “I never expected him to do that to me, but I guess we never do.”

The sadness in his voice made my heart ache for him. I leaned into his touch, my eyes slipping closed. My soul was desperate to comfort him, to take away some of the pain he felt. “I’m so sorry, Kenny.”

He moved closer and slipped his arm around my waist. I settled against his chest with my palm flat over his heart. “I haven’t felt really alive since it happened… since I left Japan. Not until I sat with you in that airport.”

I opened my mouth to respond, but Kenny settled his lips against mine in a feather light kiss. It lasted only a fraction of an instant, but it made me feel warm inside. When we parted, he rested his forehead against mine. The heat of his body settled around me.

“I want something with you,” he murmured. The words came out almost pained. He sighed and pulled me closer. “Come dance with me.”

The shift was almost comically dramatic, but I didn’t say no. I liked being in Kenny’s arms. It didn’t matter if there were other people around. He folded his hand into mine and lead me toward the edge of the sandbar where the music was a little louder.

“Stay right here,” he said just before giving me another barely-there kiss. I stood in the sand, the surf washing up over my toes, and watched as he walked back to the tent where we’d had dinner. He spent a moment talking to Adam and Allie, who grinned at him. Allie looked at me over Kenny’s broad shoulder and smiled.

Kenny came back a moment later and wrapped me up in his arms again. The music was barely audible over the sound of the water, but it didn’t matter. Being curled against Kenny’s chest and swaying beneath a sky full of shooting stars… it was the calmest I’d felt in a long time.

Time stood still and stretched out. The rhythmic sound of the ocean and the beating of his heart against my ear lulled me into a daze. I could feel his fingers brushing against my hair and along my back.

“Come back with me?” Kenny whispered in my ear softly. It sent a shiver down my spine.

I looked up into his blue eyes and fell into them. “Okay.”

***

Kenny ran his fingertips along my shoulders and along my arm as I slid the key into the door of the bungalow I shared with Allie. I had a feeling that he’d asked for Allie’s permission for this. It was sweet.

The moment I opened the door, I was awash in flickering light and the scent of flower petals. Kenny stood behind me, just inside the doorway, as I walked slowly into the room. Little electric tealights sat on the counters and along the windows. Flower petals were spread out on the floor and over the duvet on the bed.

“Kenny… how…?” I turned to see him looking sheepish. The grin that spread over his face was adorable and made his eyes crinkle. It made warmth tingle along my skin.

He stepped close and gathered me against his chest. “I called in a favor,” Kenny said quietly. His fingers slid along my cheek, strong and gentle. They trailed up my jaw and skimmed along my jaw. “And, honestly, Hangman and Allie might have played a part, too.”

I smiled, my heart skipping a beat at the sweet gentleness in his touch. His fingers tipped my head up, and I rose on my toes to press my lips against his. What started faint became more insistent. Kenny pressed on hand into the base of my spine, curled the other around the back of my neck. I relaxed into his arms as he deepened the kiss. My fingers fisted in the fabric of his shirt.

He pulled away, the tip of his nose brushing against mine. “It’s been a while,” he murmured against my lips.

“Me, too,” I replied as I draped my arms around his neck. He grinned and splayed his beautifully long fingers against my shoulder blades and held me like I was breakable. “I’m not good at this.”

He settled his forehead against mine and closed his eyes. “Neither am I.”

I could feel blood pound through my veins as I leaned into him. My fingers slipped through his curls. He was solid and strong, but in that moment, he looked so vulnerable. There was a softness in his touch as we stood amid flower petals and flickering tealights. Kenny drew me closer, our lips touching briefly once again.

A soft moan slipped out of him. His fingers tightened against my body, sliding down my back and settling on the curve of my hips and thighs. My dress bunched beneath his searching hands. A shiver ran up my spine at the thought of those beautiful fingers of his along my flesh.

“Leigh,” he said, his voice deep and rough. The sound made me burn all over.

I blushed at the thoughts that skipped through my head. “Come with me,” I whispered, curling my fingers around his wrists and pulling him deeper into the room.

We stopped beside the bed, watching one another with all the nervousness of two inexperienced teenagers. It felt that way, at least for me. Kenny was the first to move. He sat on the edge of the mattress and curved his hands against my hips before drawing me close to stand between his knees. His fingers flexed, every move pulling the hem of my dress higher and higher. Blood pounded in my ears.

Kenny smiled up at me, and I felt my heart melt. I cradled his face in my palms and leaned in to kiss him softly. He sighed against my mouth as he finally slid his hand beneath the fabric of my clothes. The feel of his touch on my bare skin was stronger than I imagined it would be.

“You are so beautiful,” he murmured as his fingers dug into the flesh of my hips. “The moment I saw you…”

I kissed him again, more insistently this time. My fingers wound in his hair, tugging the strands gently. The way his touch tightened and drew me closer made heat rush through me. I scratched my nails against his scalp.

“Jesus Christ,” he swore when I drew away and turned around. I gathered my hair up in my hands to pull it out of the way. When I glanced over my shoulder, I saw him taking his time looking along the lines of my body.

“Are you going to unzip me, Kenny?”

The moment he drew the zipper down, I tugged my dress over my head and tossed it onto the floor. Before I could turn around, I felt Kenny’s fingers along my hips and his mouth settling on the curve of my spine.

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Slow Hands

What might have happened if Lou and Reid’s bed sharing had turned into much, much more. Chapter 24: A Question of Pride alternate ending with smut, because of course.

Word count: 2936

AO3

A/N: How have I found no fic for this glorious book yet?! Welp, here you go.

“Relax,” I whispered to Reid. I was vividly aware of every inch of us touching, and the fact that Reid was stiff as a board. All of Reid was stiff as a board. “Quit being awkward.”

I could tell that he wasn’t allowing the full extent of his body to press into me on the bed. He was trying and failing to jut his ass over the edge so I wouldn’t discover how very much he was enjoying this with me. A witch. Ah, to imagine the look on his face if only he knew. It might just be better than an entire box of Pan’s sticky buns. Almost.

After a minute of torturous silence, I finally turned toward him, deliberately, letting him feel as my body hitched up against his own, his teeth grinding slightly, pulse ratcheting as we lay closer than ever before, chests touching but for the scraps of fabric between us.

Out of sheer curiosity and to fill the awkward silence between us, I asked him about his parents, only to drop a wet blanket over whatever tension had been building between us—oops—but it gave me a better insight into how he grew up in the church. I even managed to educate him a bit on witches, though still through the guise of my witch friend imparting this information on me. Close though we had become, I still didn’t trust Reid’s instincts and upbringing to be overridden merely because I was his wife now.

“She told you all this?” he prodded.

I rolled my eyes before lifting my chin and staring him down. “Of course. You should really educate yourself, Chass. A common street thief knows more about your enemies than you do. How embarrassing.”

Then, a sudden gust of wind whooshed outside, reminding me of how freezing I was. I burrowed deeper into the comfort of my nest of blankets.

“Are you cold?” He sounded almost concerned.

“A little,” I admitted sheepishly.

This caused him to inch closer to me, extending his arm, clearly offering to wrap me within it. “Will you accept an olive branch?”

I swallowed with difficulty and nodded, allowing him to pull me to his chest, both arms wrapping around me until his hands clasped at the small of my back. I tensed, unsure of where to go from here.

Clearly sensing this, Reid lowered his lips to my hair and murmured, “Relax. I don’t bite … much.”

Every nerve ending in my body lit up at the suggestion, as I imagined all the places where I would love to feel the sting of his teeth against my skin.

“Was that a joke, Chass?” I asked, in any attempt to defuse the bomb inside me whose fuse was rapidly shortening.

His arms only pulled me in more tightly. “Maybe.”

Shit. Reid was giving me this in with him, yet …

He pulled back at my hesitation. “Just say the words. Ask me.” The nerve of the prick.

“You’re an ass.”

He merely shrugged his shoulders, saying, “Have it your way,” before deftly pulling his shirt up and over his head.

I immediately made a grab for it and threw it back at his face. “What are you doing?” The right little tease wanted me to break, but there was no way that was happening.

He caught it without a second thought and flung it to the floor, out of my reach. “I’m hot.”

“You—you— Get out of my bed!” I insisted. “Get out!” I shoved into his barreled chest with every ounce of strength I could muster, but he didn’t budge an inch, merely grinning back at me.

“This is my bed,” the giant oaf asserted, refusing to move. This stopped being his bed the moment he gifted it to me, and right now I very much so wanted it back to myself.

“No, this is where, I sleep. You sleep on the—”

“Bed.” The monumental ass had the audacity to flex those corded arms of his behind his head, looking for all the world as if he were relaxed, not at all worried about my rapidly growing urge to suffocate him with a pillow in the middle of the night. There was no way I was going to be falling asleep with him in such close proximity to me now.

My eyes darted across his body, from his pretentious face to that bulking chest. It was no damn fair that he had tossed his shirt to the floor, forcing me to keep my gaze from straying to that area I so desperately wished to discover further.

“I’ve had a knot in my back for two weeks. I’m done sleeping on the floor. This is my bed, and I’m sleeping in it from now on. You’re welcome to join me, otherwise the tub is still free.”

Mouth gaping, I felt the cogs in my head turning, yet not quickly enough. How deftly he had disarmed me. “I— This is— I am not sleeping in the—” And then I knew what I had to do. If I wasn’t going to be getting any sleeping done, then. Neither. Was. He.

I reached for the hem of my nightgown, watching his eyes grow wide as I wriggled it over my head, letting him fully take in my breasts, perking in the chill of the night air around us. They desperately begged for me to snuggle into his warmth, to let him protect them from the winter night which this ghastly tower failed to ward off completely, yet I denied them this comfort.

I let myself lie there, propped up on one elbow as his eyes roved. Clearly, I had broken whatever part of his brain was capable of intelligent thought for he did not stray for even one moment, his adam's apple bobbing, as I began to wonder …

“Reid, are you … a virgin?”

He nodded, and I had to fight the urge to chuckle—not because I pitied him anything but merely out of pure glee because that was just going to make tonight all the more fun for me. To be the one to wring him dry for the first time. To see his dopey little face when I had finished his him. His adorable, dopey, little face which I was aching to kiss.

Then, out of nowhere, his hand was reaching for me, a phantom on the wind as he wrestled with himself. I caught it in midair, stopping him in his tracks, though I had no doubt that he could easily overpower me if he wanted to.

“Nuh uh,” I clucked. “I haven’t asked you for anything, Chass.” If he was going to be a stubborn ass about this, then I was going to have my payback. There weren’t any rules about touching him, and I was going to delight in watching him squirm beneath me.

Immediately, his hand plummeted to his side, his persistence lost as he drank me in. You would have thought I had the moon hanging from my neck and the stars decorating my hair with the rapt attention he was paying me.

I allowed my finger to latch onto his chest, tracing small, tantalizing whorls across the plain of him, feeling him shudder beneath me, gooseflesh trailing in the wake of my touch. With just the force of one finger, I was able to push him until his back was flush against the mattress. Once so rigid tonight, he was jelly beneath my touch.

I swung my hips up over his until I had straddled him, his cock already fully ready for me as the brush of it against my bare pussy sent waves of heat through me as well. Bless all that was good and holy that I’d chosen to sleep without my undergarments tonight. It was not the time for him to get to sweetly unwrap me. No, he was getting so much more than he’d bargained for—and so was I.

I took a moment to steady myself, taking a few deep breaths. If this was going to be satisfying torture, I couldn’t give into my own desires too quickly.

I would let him touch me, but I wanted him to ask me.

Trailing intricate swirls down his chest to the loose waistband of his cotton pants, I felt his breath hitch as I let the fingers of my right hand trace it, the chill of them eliciting shudders from him as they coyly dipped below the band to the bundle of hair I found there.

With my other hand, I grabbed the edge of his waistband, inching it down gradually, until he was bared before me, already slick and ready for me to take him.

I couldn’t help the smirk which flew to my lips as I took in the length of him. Perhaps not once what I had imagined for myself, yet so wholly and incredibly mine, to do with what I wished.

I ran my finger up and down the length of him, relishing in the small whimpers which escaped his lips, all too conscious of his preternatural stillness beneath me. For whatever reason though, he wasn’t stopping me. Whatever preconceived notions the church might have given him about the notion of having sex, they had fizzled the moment I’d exposed myself to him.

Taking his shaft in my hand, I began stroking him, one hand moving to cup his balls as I felt him stiffen even further under my caresses. Using his natural slickness as a lubricant, I began to move on him, smooth strides up and down the length of his cock as his muscles locked.

I deliberately took my time, never increasing my tempo too drastically—never quite letting him soar so high that he was able to find his completion. While I had no misgivings that I wouldn’t be able to work Reid back up within a few minutes of him cumming, I still wanted to enjoy his first time and selfishly didn’t want to give him that release quite yet.

When his panting had grown labored and I could hear the little moans he’d given up trying to conceal from me, I finally slid down his legs, tossing my loose hair over one shoulder and taking him fully in my mouth.

If I’d thought that he’d been at my mercy before, the twitching I could feel tremble through his body as my tongue licked up the column of his member completely undid me, and I found myself having to restrain myself from just seating him within me.

He would let me, yet somehow I felt I owed it to him to take it one gradual step at a time. Sex could come another night if I managed to wear him out entirely.

I teased his tip with my tongue, then began to move on him, with each thrust of my lips, moving inch-by-inch down his length, savoring the salty taste in my mouth from my ministrations with my hands earlier.

As I reached his base, his cock breaking the plain of my throat, his hands moved, one grabbing onto my shoulder, the other taking the tangled knot of my curls and fisting them in his hand, as he pulled them from where they rested on his thigh.

With only a few more pumps, I felt his fingers dig into my muscles, short nails leaving little pinpricks which I relished as I sent him over the edge, with a strangled cry of, “Lou.”

My name had never sounded more beautiful as it spilled from his lips. I kept engulfing him for a minute longer, emitting more strangled gasps and cries from him as my tongue tickled the delicate tip of his cock.

If only I was able to use my magic in order to wring even more pleasure from him, yet I knew that the moment the sharp tang hit his nostrils, the mood would be broken, and I would have some serious explaining to do. So this would have to do for now.

As I pulled back, wiping the remnants of his seed from my swollen lips, I found him staring at me, mouth agape as he breathed me in, and then they came—the words I had been waiting for. “Lou, I need you. I need to touch you.”

“What are the magic words?” I teased, flirting with the delicate boundary between us.

“Please, Lou. Let me touch you.”

Instead of answering, I slid my frame up the length of his body, mouth capturing his, hands worming their way through his hair as I opened myself to him completely, letting him taste himself as my tongue flirted with his own.

He groaned, hands finding the delicate curves of my hips, before roaming until they were cupping my backside, pulling me even further into the heat of him.

Yes. This was exactly what I needed as I grounded myself into him, feeling him twitch beneath me in response. Once he had apparently had enough of my teasing, Reid flipped me in one deft movement, those years of training paying off in leaps and bounds as I found my back pressed into the mattress, ravenous eyes staring down at me before his head dipped and his lips found the hollow of my throat.

He sucked and bit, tongue moving to lick over the small hurts in apology before he trailed kisses down to my collar bone before taking a nipple in his mouth. The pressure of his teeth and tongue delicately teasing it unraveling me, sending shivers down my spine. Seven hells, this man was going to be the death of me.

Reid switched to my other breast, giving it the same undivided attention, as the heat pooled in my core, surely slicking the sheets beneath me already as I squirmed beneath him, drinking in the feel of his callouses against my smooth skin as his hands roved over my sides.

When I felt like I was going to combust underneath his touch, he finally migrated down until he came face to face with my awaiting sex.

Reid placed tender kisses along the lengths of my thighs, but when he found his target, there was nothing tender about the way his tongue plunged into me, exploring my depths as he drank me in.

Once he had satisfied himself with the taste of me, his tongue began making broad lapping strokes which tore straight through to my core as he tantalizingly worked me from my base to my clit over and over, the fire which had been building within me raging into an inferno.

I was putty in his hands as one reached up to pin my stomach down to keep my back from arching, to keep me from riding his tongue of my own accord. The message was clear as day—My turn to return the favor.

It was excruciating as he slowed, exploring lazily with his tongue, letting me gain a false sense of being lulled into security before he drove into me, strokes speeding up until, even with that hand on my abdomen, I felt myself leaning into him, willing him to undo me completely.

As his tongue hit that sensitive bud between my legs repeatedly, unrelentingly, I found myself yielding beneath him, release shattering down my spine as I came for my husband, giving him all of me—letting him carry me through the throes before I lay there panting heavily, and his eyes raised from their focus on my abdomen and locked with mine. I could feel the question lying deep within them.

“I can’t believe you’ve never done that before,” I crooned, each word coming between labored breaths.

“That good, eh?” he prodded, that smile which he still gave so rarely beginning to take form on his lips as I didn’t bother to hide mine either.

“Yeah, Chass. I think you’ve got a promising new career to consider if you ever tire of working beneath that wretched, old codger.”

I could see the hardness flicker in his eyes for a split second before he laughed—actually laughed—and crawled up until we were face to face again.

He scooted me out of the way, as he lay on his back, before pulling me on top of him, this tiny cot of a bed suddenly feeling roomy, even with the two of us occupying it.

“Well, you never know,” he threw right back at me. “Though I think I’d only want to have one patron.”

“Nobody else who could tempt you, Chass?” I raised an eyebrow, but he merely used that as an excuse to plant a kiss to my brow before closing his eyes and yawning.

“Not a soul,” he murmured.

I planted my cheek on his chest. “You’re better than sticky buns,” I admitted to him, the closest I would get to sharing how my heart had soared when he had given himself to me. He merely ran a hand through my hair in response.

Listening intently to his heartbeat, I let it lull me to sleep, grinning the entire time.

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Better than sticky buns. The words rang in my ears long after I had felt Lou’s breathing slow, as she fully relaxed against my chest.

Something told me that I would be making a trip down to the patisserie early tomorrow morning in order to surprise her with a heaping box full of them. I smiled at the look on her face in my imagination as I presented her with the world’s best breakfast in bed, letting it carry me into a peaceful sleep.

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abundanceofsoph · 4 years

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SkyFire 2: Chapter 7

Niall in NYC: May 2016

Word count: 1.5k

SkyFire 2 MASTERLIST

The songs that get written in this chapter are obviously Niall's song Seeing Blind and Andie Case's cover of Reaper

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Niall stayed in New York for 3 weeks, during which time he and Aurora finished half a dozen songs, most of which they decided not to keep, only hanging onto 2 for themselves. The first one was something a bit light and fun, Niall played guitar while they both sang the lyrics they’d come up with the previous day, the chorus coming to them first before they started piecing together verses.

Oh, my, my, you just took me by surprise And I can't believe my eyes Oh, I must be seeing blind Oh no, now you're too good to be all mine Now I'm looking in your eyes Oh, I must be seeing blind

Once they finished the lyrics Aurora went to the mixing desk, turning on the microphones they needed, and they went about recording the song in full, with Niall’s guitar forming the instrumental track.

“I’ll probably add some drums and stuff into that, but I think that’s gonna have to be on my album when I finally release one,” Niall mused when they finished the song.

“If you were thinking that why did I just spend the last few hours recording my voice?” Aurora asked. She laughed from where she sat behind the mixing desk, making sure all the tracks were correctly exported and saved.

“Well you’re still gonna be on it, obviously,” Niall said, looking over at her.

“Obviously?” Aurora echoed, arching her brow with a cheeky grin.

Niall rolled his eyes in response. “Would you please sing on my debut album, love?” he asked, matching her grin with one of his own.

“I would be honoured Mr Horan,” she replied.

The other song they decided not to give away to another artist was one they both agreed Aurora needed to keep for herself for when she was ready to start releasing music again.

“Been sitting on some lyrics for a few months,” Rori explained one afternoon, late in the second week of Niall’s visit.

“Lay ‘em on me,” Niall replied. He was laying flat on his back, staring up at the ceiling while Rori was perched on the sofa near his feet. He lifted himself up on his elbows to look at her when she hesitated.

She mentally shook herself, scrolling through the notes app on her phone where she’d been working and reworking the words for weeks. “Ok here it goes,” she mumbled.

Don't come for me today I'm feeling good I'mma savour it Don't come for me today I'm feeling good I remember when

You came to take me away So close I was to heaven's gates But no baby, no baby, not today Oh, you tried to track me down You followed me like the darkest cloud But no baby, no baby, not today Oh reaper Oh no baby, no baby, not today Oh reaper Oh no baby, no baby, not today

So come back when I'm good to go I got drinks to drink, and men to hold I got good things to do with my life, yeah Oh, I wanna dance in the open breeze Feel the wind in my hair, hear the ocean sing I got good things to feel in my life, yeah

“Holy shit,” Niall said when she finished.

“I figured I’d just repeat the bridge and chorus at the end and add a verse at the start. Drums, piano and maybe a fat bass line, but yeah, I don’t know.” She looked down at her lap self-consciously, feeling nervous after finally sharing something so personal.

“Rori that was incredible,” Niall gasped, sitting up to reach out and place a hand on her knee. “Bloody incredible.”

“Yeah?” she asked, finally meeting his eye, her bottom lip caught between her teeth.

“Yeah,” Niall said. “Now let’s see what we can do about that first verse.

They worked away at the song for the next few days. Niall recorded the piano for the track, and they finished Aurora’s vocal track but agreed to wait until Harry was back to see if his drummer and bassist would help finish the instrumentals.

xXx

“We should go out,” Niall announced one afternoon, a few days before he was set to fly back to Ireland.

“I haven’t really been out since the surgery,” Aurora replied.

“Exactly!” Niall said. “You love going out dancing and you can’t keep hiding in this tower for the rest of your life Rapunzel.”

“You’re not going to take no for an answer, are you?”

“Nope.”

“Alright, fine,” Aurora relented with a roll of her eyes. “Where are we going?”

They ended up finding their way to a private club downtown, frequented by celebrities and trust fund kids, and Aurora was nervous. It had been a little over a month since her amputation and apart from going to her doctor’s appointments, she had yet to leave the tower and let the world see her. The gossip magazines had run with the story in the week after the surgery, somehow having found out about it, but as of yet no one had gotten a photo of her. Niall held her hand tightly in his, painfully aware of her nerves but confident that he was doing the right thing by pushing her to go out.

He was wearing a simple pair of black slacks and white button up shirt while Aurora had opted for a pair of high waisted skinny jeans, cuffed over her tan ankle boots. She’d finished the outfit with a forest green, long sleeved crop top and she’d had the left sleeved hemmed just below the end of her stump so that while the stump was completely covered, the sleeve wasn’t flapping around. They avoided being spotted as they climbed out of the car and entered the club, which helped to settle Rori’s nerves. Niall ordered a pint for himself and a virgin cocktail for Aurora and the pair chatted for a little before he dragged her out on the dancefloor. After a few songs she started to loosen up and eventually started having fun. By the end of the night they were both giggling and sweaty having danced for hours, singing along to their favourite songs. For Aurora, if only for a few hours, it felt like she was back on the tour last summer, dancing with Niall at one of the many afterparties they always went to. For just a night she was her old self and she knew that this was why he’d insisted they go out.

It was late by the time Niall accepted that he was a bit too drunk and they made their way out onto the street. The night was cool but not too freezing, so they decided to walk a little bit to try and get Niall to sober up a little bit before heading back to the tower. They were both still laughing and joking around as they stumbled along, arms wrapped around each other’s shoulders. After walking for a few blocks, the cold breeze started to cause Rori to shiver and she decided it was time to head home, shaking her head at how uncooperative Niall was being. He was still drunk enough that he tried booking them an uber, despite the fact that Rori had already text Happy to come get them. By the time they finally made it back to the tower they were both exhausted, and Niall didn’t even make it to the room he’d been staying in, collapsing onto the sofa in Aurora’s living room instead. She went into her room to change into her pyjamas and returned to the sofa with a few blankets, nudging him until he rolled over to make room for her and they both fell asleep, cuddled up against each other.

xXx

“Hey, Niall?” Aurora said on their last afternoon in the studio before he flew home.

“Yeah?” he replied, looking up from his guitar.

“Thank you,” she whispered. “For coming out here and spending time with me, I mean.”

“Of course, love,” he said, smiling softly back at her. “You know I love hanging out with ya.”

“You know what I mean, Niall.” She sighed. “I was feeling so lost and useless. You can’t imagine the relief I feel knowing that I can still do this.” She gestured to the studio surrounding them, the instruments littering the space and the sheet music scattered across the floor.

“You’re welcome,” Niall replied, his smile growing as he looked over at his friend. “Didn’t really have to even think about it. As soon as I heard you were struggling, I knew I was coming out.”

“And I love you for it.”

“It’s what family’s for right?” he asked. “Wouldn’t be a very good brother if I didn’t show up when you needed me.”

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Babysitting Butcher Chapter 10

Billy wasted no time in kicking up the dust that those slacking valets or the grounds man of the club didn’t sweep away, and I sat back in the seat with a satisfied smile. Taking a few moments to just relax and revel in being out of that mess, I finally asked what the issue was with work. He laughed, and I stared at him in confusion.

“Nothing.” I raised an eyebrow. “Shooting you would have been a mite much, but rescuing you as soon as you got ‘bought’ that was doable.” I asked him how he knew when the bidding on me had stopped and his smile grew. “Paid one of the waiters off, he gave me a call, and here I am.”

“Thank you,” I sighed, truly relaxing now. No emergency, away from the club, I felt all my tension flow out. “I can go home, order pizza, and watch mindless television or a movie.” He chuckled again.

“Your tastes run pretty tame compared to that group you just left.” I smiled and nodded, knowing he could see me out of the corner of his eye. “Gonna give me directions to your house?”

I showed him the way, and we got there sooner than I’d expected when my night had begun. Feeling free and happy, I invited him to join me in my pizza at least.

“Sure you don’t wanna be alone?” He was in my driveway, the headlights illuminating my garage doors, the porch light casting its own glow at my door. I shook my head. “Talked me into it.”

I felt slightly self conscious when I realized that the dress I was wearing was far tighter than the pants and skirts I wore to work, and the slit, fuck’s sake that slit. Pushing away the reality that at some point as I climbed the steps to the front porch, Billy’s eyes would be on my ass, I managed to unlock the door and step back to invite him inside.

Flipping on more lights as we moved further inside my house, I knew he was surveying his surroundings. “Your house is,” I turned to see him smiling. “Very you.”

My grin was bright, I knew it had to be, because it was the exact opposite my parents had thought. He was right, my house was cozy and inviting. It looked nothing like the ice museum I was raised in, and it was far more humble than my mother and father expected for me. “Take a seat,” I motioned toward the living room. “Or grab a drink from the kitchen first,” he could see it through the open doorway leading from the dining room. “I need to change.”

“You mean you don’t just lay about in that?” His eyes roamed my entire form, from the hair to the toes, lingering on the light dancing off the glitter in my polish. “Shame.”

Shaking my head and rolling my eyes, I started for my bedroom. “Get a damn drink, Butcher. I’ll be back in a minute.” His laughter followed me down the hall and I had to stop my hips from swaying because I knew he was watching me go.

Hair down, comfortable pajamas on, I was laughing at the show Billy had picked on Netflix as we ate our pizza slices. He’d shucked his jacket, kicked off his boots, and was drinking one of the beers left over from the last guy I dated. Our eyes met in the flickering light of the television and I swallowed hard.

“You didn’t have to come fetch me,” I told him as I gathered up the garbage before another movie could start. “Not that I’m not grateful, but I’m sure you had better things to do on a Saturday night than play knight to my damsel.”

He grabbed the napkins and the bottles he’d emptied. “You distracted me, Ronnie, when I needed it most, least I could do was-”

I turned around from where I was tossing the plates in the sink and found him closer than I expected. “Quid pro quo?” His eyes landed on my lips and I felt a rush of something that I knew I needed to fight down. “Guess we’re even then.”

He shook his head, tossing the bottles into the recycling bin. “Not even close,” he muttered, closing the distance and tipping my head back with his finger under my chin, and then his mouth was on mine and I felt the breath leave my lungs.

His mouth tasted like Italian spices, tomatoes, and a hint of hops. My fingers were tangled in his hair, holding his face to mine as his hands roamed down my back and pulled me tight against his body. Someone was moaning, and it could have been me, but it could have been him too. Hell, it could have been both of us, since it sounded loud enough to be in stereo. He pulled his face back slightly, and my eyes opened to see him studying me.

“Wanted to do that for fucking weeks now.” I felt his fingers teasing the hem of my shirt, the heat of his hands feeling like they were already under the fabric. “Tastes better when it’s not-”

“A means to an end?” I breathed, a slight tilt of his head told me I’d nailed it. “What’s this?”

“Fucking need,” he answered, taking my mouth with his again. He lifted me into his arms, and I felt him walking away from the kitchen.

I’d left the light on in my bedroom, one of the bedside lamps anyway, and so I knew vaguely that he’d taken me there when we arrived in the dimness. He set me on my feet, and our mouths parted, giving me time to confirm my suspicions. “That dress you had on,” his fingers were sliding under my shirt now, and I was unbuttoning his shirt. “One day soon, I wanna touch you in it.” A twist of lust hit me hard and fast. He pulled my shirt over my head and exhaled when he saw the lace bra I’d been forced to wear after inviting him to join me for movie night. “Maybe this will fucking do.” The pads of his fingers teased the swell of my breast above the lace covering my nipples and my knees started to buckle. “Steady.” I pushed his shirt off his shoulders and he had to move his hands so it could drop to the floor. My fingers went to his pants, foreplay could resume when he was naked. And maybe I’d be naked too, we’d see. “In a hurry, Veronica?” Shit, there it was again. His fingers slid into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and yanked them down so they fell to my ankles. Kicking them off as I unzipped the pants that I’d already unbuttoned, I copied him, letting his pants fall to his feet.

I bit my lip, staring at a body that my imagination didn’t do justice at creating in my dreams. I touched his shoulders, letting my fingertips slide down his skin, thinking that he was soft and hard at the same time. And Billy let me play, let me explore, uninterrupted and undistracted.

When my fingers touched the top of his underwear he sucked in a breath and I looked up into his eyes. “Tell me what you want, Billy.” And he did one better, he showed me.

His mouth met mine, and his fingers were unsnapping my bra and he didn’t release me to pull it off. Then came my panties, then his final article of clothing joined the litter of clothes decorating my floor. Lifting me into his arms, my legs wrapped around him as naturally as anything, he walked forward and I was expecting my back to meet my bed, but instead it met the wall next to my closet.

Foreplay wasn’t needed, we were both revved up past the point of wanting to wait, and he didn’t even need his hands to line himself up with my opening. His sliding into me forced our mouths to part, a groan released from him and a gasp from me. Dear God, how the holy fuck did he-

My eyes met his and my nails bit into his shoulders as he moved, taking the chance that we could handle it since I think we both had doubts. And if his penetration made me gasp, then his first thrust nearly made me scream. Fuck. He went slower than a wall fuck would make someone assume, but dear lord, it felt amazing. The only time our eyes left one another’s was when the urge to taste one another took over, but like magnets our eyes would lock again and again.

After coaxing several leg shaking climaxes from me, he turned and my back finally met the cloud that created my mattress, and that’s when Billy Butcher went the opposite route from the wall. Hard, fast, and making me have a rush of fear that the bed would collapse from the way we were coming together, it felt like we were locked together for days. Roaring as I screamed through a final orgasm, Billy finally joined me and collapsed on top of me as the raging in my blood seemed to pound harder.

His face was buried against my neck, panting but with a smile that I felt curling against my skin, I shook my head at what led to this moment. We hadn’t touched since that one distracting moment in my office, weeks of flirting and laughing and now? This. Whatever the fuck this was.

“Should I go?” He was breathing in the scent of my skin, and his words tickled against me. “Only if you want to.” I whispered, and his smile grew. “I think we should probably pull down the blankets though,” his laugh forced me to join in. He’d taken me sideways on my bed, the pillows nowhere near us, but he managed to maneuver us until we were where we needed to be. As he tucked us in, I thought he’d take one side and I’d go to the other, but he surprised me again, pulling me into his body to spoon my back, sharing a pillow.

“Night, Veronica.” His voice was quiet, and I could hear the contentment lying in the tone. I turned off the lamp, ignoring the fact that the rest of the house was fully ablaze with lights we didn’t turn off, not wanting to leave the warmth of him.

“Night, Billy.” I answered, feeling his arm tighten around my stomach and his mouth press against the base of my neck.

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