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— Pairing: Yuuta x Reader, established relationship

— General info: 18+, one-shot, smut

— Summary: When it comes to Yuuta, “just the tip” is the start of a dangerous game.

— Content warnings: nsfw, unprotected vaginal sex, virginity loss, implied religious guilt, mild god complex if you squint, coercion, slight breeding kink.

— Notes: Honestly, I wrote this just to see if I could still write decent smut (and Yuuta fits the trope perfectly ugh, I can't lie). Likes and reblogs are appreciated! Happy reading!

Links: Read on AO3 | Masterlist

It wasn't supposed to happen like this. You promised each other you would wait. But an innocent kiss on the cheek while watching TV led to a sloppy makeout session on the sofa, with your legs on either side of Yuuta's lap and your clothed cunt grinding needily onto his crotch as his fingers crept under your shirt and dug into your waist.

A whine escapes your lips when he involuntarily thrusts his hips upwards, meeting you halfway, desperate for further friction.

“My God, Yuu,” you moan into his mouth, as your combined drool trickles down your chin.

“‘M sorry,” he mumbles, yet makes no effort to hold back. Because little by little, with every movement of your hips, his erection has become downright painful. It's practically throbbing in the confines of his jeans, swollen and red, aching to be let out, begging for relief.

But he promised.

It's a mental game to come down to his senses and draw an end when things get too heated between you. God knows you haven't one ounce of willpower when you're spiraling down a lustful haze. But he'd rather be the stronger one than risk the loss of your virtue ending in remorse.

He loves you too much to force you to carry such an immense guilt. You vowed to wait until you were married and instead settled for a few steamy moments here and there — always sure you never made it too far.

You could hump and whine and he'd swallow every sweet sigh you pour into his mouth — as long as you never fully undressed and as long as he didn't ruin you by pushing himself between your legs. Then he'll wrap his arms around you, assuring you that whatever you did was still innocent, that you have no reason to feel guilty because you're both still pure.

The vicious cycle never ends.

You're incredibly precious to him — you're everything — but man, it really pisses him off sometimes that he has to be the one to protect a promise you were the first to suggest.

He brings a hand to collect your hair and nip at your neck, kissing it, tracing its slope with his tongue and sucking fervently at the supple skin. As if that's enough, as if it could compare to the glowing promise that being buried inside you represents. His cock twitches at the thought, the movement causing you to expel another string of holy affirmations.

His eyes land on the hand that grips at the fabric of his shirt as you whimper into his ear and the air thickens with the scent of spit, sweat, and desire.

The engagement ring on your finger has become a symbol of dread. So close to having you bound to him forever, and yet the time couldn't come fast enough.

His chest rises and falls dramatically with every shallow breath. It's all too much — the blood rushing south, the precum he can feel leaking from his tip and soiling his underwear, the line of sweat that transfers from your forehead to his as you squeeze your eyes shut and breathe against his mouth — it's all too good.

But it's not enough.

He's tired of it, and you're not making things easier with your pathetic whimpers and your feverish body clinging to him. He can feel your pussy clenching around nothing through the layers of clothing dividing you. If he didn't know any better, he might’ve thought you wore a skirt on purpose to further drive him mad. He might be a patient man —loving, understanding, doting— but he's still a man.

“Just the tip,” he groans.

Your hips slow down as you struggle to comprehend what he just said, earning him a chance to will the cum threatening to spurt inside his jeans back.

“What?” you ask, tilting your head as you observe his blown pupils and his eyebrows upturned in desperate pleading.

“Just the tip, please.”

Your lips part to draw a sharp breath as it dawns on you what he's asking for.

“But we promised,” you softly pronounce.

“It won't change anything if it's just the tip,” he promises. “It's barely anything. It'll be like the time you used your hand.”

He hopes your mind is too dizzy to comprehend that the two situations don't compare at all.

Uncertainty casts over your features, but he can see a hint of consideration gleaming in your eyes at the idea.

You'd be lying if you said you never considered loosening up on your convictions every now and then when you got so close to the act. But you didn't think you could handle disappointing Yuuta by breaking the promise you brought up in the first place. After all, he's so devoted to you and he promised to abide by your wishes no matter how long it took because the gratification when you finally joined in carnal pleasure would only make your commitment to each other all the more special.

“As long as I get to be with you, the rest doesn't matter,” was what he said.

But now that he's looking up at you with such helpless eyes, like you're some sort of god he prays to, your morals take a toll.

His blue eyes stare adoringly into yours.

“Please?” he asks again.

He presses a kiss to the corner of your mouth.

“Please,” he insists, tugging on your bottom lip with his teeth, biting down just hard enough to cause a whisper of pain before alleviating the feeling with his tongue.

“Please, please, please, it hurts,” he whines, tears lining his lashes and threatening to spill as he reaches between you to palm himself over his jeans. “I can't take it anymore. I'm begging you, I need you, I love you.”

How could you possibly say no when he asks so nicely?

You'd have to be made of stone to deny him the pleasure. You'd have to be a monster to not relieve him of his throbbing pain. You'd have to be the cruelest god to impose him with such inhumane punishment.

“Yuu,” you whisper, his pain reflecting on your face upon witnessing his desperation.

“Please,” he sniffles.

“Okay.”

The word falls over him like a fresh breeze.

“Really? You mean it?”

His lips curve into an eager smile, with butterflies fluttering in his stomach in anticipation.

You nod, happy to see his teary eyes light up.

“Just the tip.”

“Just the tip, I promise.”

He brushes away at his tears with the heel of his palm.

“You're an angel,” he murmurs as he cradles your face with one hand and starts guiding your hips over his erection again with the other.

Soon enough, you're back to panting into each other's mouths, feverish and dizzy at your new promise to fulfill.

Your hands fumble to undo his jeans, clumsily pulling down the zipper in fragments.

“Just the tip,” you huff, as he moans upon feeling your clammy hands palm him through his underwear.

You pull on his briefs just enough for his erection to spring free.

“Oh, god,” you exhale, in awe of the intense red that consumes the head of his cock. Precum oozes from the tip, balls heavy as if he's seconds away from bursting. It's no wonder he looked so pained.

“Just the tip,” he reminds you kindly as he pets your hair, heart rate spiking when he watches your thumb trace over his leaking tip.

He flips you over so that you're pressed onto the sofa while he hovers over you and hooks his fingers around your pink cotton panties, tugging them down your hips with ease and tossing them onto the floor, leaving you in your skirt.

The sight of your bare cunt — already a sopping wet mess from everything that now counts as foreplay — makes his cock twitch.

With his weight balanced on one forearm, he carefully drags himself between your folds, the most sinful sound reaching your ears as he coats his length in your juices. His free hand cradles your face as he bends down to capture your mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue pushes against yours, swallowing each of your moans as your hands lose themselves in his raven hair.

With fingers trembling in excitement, he lets you go and starts lining himself to penetrate your insides.

“Yuu,” you gasp.

He watches in fascination as his reddened tip squeezes in and slowly disappears inside you, your cunt glistening with enough arousal that you barely feel any pain in the sudden stretch. In fact, Yuuta swears he can feel you suck him in the tiniest bit further as you flutter around the foreign member in your body. He can feel himself grow weaker as he's hit with the warmth and wetness of your insides.

“Fuck,” he hisses, face dropping into the crook of your neck.

The overwhelming ecstasy of knowing he's connected to you burns at every inch of his skin as he scrambles to gather enough strength to pull out and push his tip back in again.

You writhe under him, hands frantically pulling him in for a kiss. He complies. After all, you've gifted him with this — not that he wouldn't give in to your wishes otherwise.

His brows furrow in concentration, eyes squeezed shut with the image of his tip swallowed by your insides flashing behind his eyelids. He pumps his head inside you — in and out, in and out — mesmerized by how good it feels even if it's barely a taste.

It alleviates him… just a little.

He grips your hips with bruising force, rolling his hips further into you all at once, leaving a mildly burning sensation in its wake.

A whine escapes your lips and your eyes close as you feel a tickle of his pubic hair brushing against your lower tummy. Your arms hook under his, bringing him close, scratching his back over his shirt.

An animalistic power washes over him, pushing him to penetrate the deepest part of you, over and over again. His hand squeezes your face, demanding your attention and forcing you to meet his crazed gaze. His pupils are blown with lust, the gentle blue of his irises nearly gone. With the help of his thumb, he pries your mouth open, aggressively pushing his tongue against yours, relishing in the muffled cries of pleasure you release.

The kiss is so needy, so aggressive, it's borderline painful and your jaw hurts from the tight grip of his hand. But it's still so fucking good.

When he pulls back, your eyes are lined with tears, much like his when he was begging to let you use just his tip minutes ago.

The sound of slapping skin echoes around you. Sloppy, wet, sinful.

“Yuuta, this doesn’t feel like just the tip,” you heave, feeling an unfamiliar knot tangling in your lower stomach.

“It is, baby. I swear.”

You both know he's lying but you're too caught up in each other to care.

Your legs wrap around him, barely granting him enough space to move, but he doesn't care. This is better, this is what he needs to relieve the mild guilt that stems from lying to you, because this means you're just as thrilled by him ruining you as he is. And if you're so unwilling to ease your hold on him, he might as well kill two birds with one stone tonight and fill you to the brim with his cum.

The possibility of knocking you up has him reeling. A breathless laugh pushes past his lips as he looks down at you.

You're such a pretty mess and he's so in love. Your pussy does such a good job at sucking him in and he's so fucking drunk on it.

The image of you sprawled below him, sweating and whining out his name will be burned into his memory forever. And you do have forever promised, he remembers. That ring on your finger — the very finger on the very hand that's creeping between your bodies to toy with your clit — stands as proof.

You perverted little thing, he thinks, as he feels you bucking your hips upward to meet his thrusts halfway.

“Yuuta, my god, oh my god!” you whimper as his strokes grow even sloppier and he grows even heavier on your body.

“Feel good, angel?” he taunts, using the nickname he imposed on you back before you became such a needy disaster.

An airy chuckle bubbles up his throat when you fervently nod and caress his cheek. He hooks an arm under your leg, pressing it further into your chest in a semi-mating press position.

He carelessly thrusts his hips a few more times before he's washed over with a glorious relief that he pours inside you, marveling at the way your insides flutter around him, milking him dry with every wanton squeeze.

It's like you want to get knocked up, he thinks.

His hold on your leg loosens and his weight tumbles down on top of you as you work your way to clarity.

He moves around on the limited space of the sofa so that you can snuggle into his chest with his arms wrapped tightly around you as he presses soft kisses onto the crown of your head.

You can feel his cum leaking from your insides and seeping into the couch cushions, but it'll be a while before either of you care to clean up your mess.

His warm embrace coaxes you to sleep. As you're teetering the line of peaceful slumber, a familiar thought pops into your head.

“Yuuta,” you murmur.

“Hm?”

“What we just did wasn't wrong, was it?”

He looks down at you, fingers lifting your chin so he can see your face. Your eyes are wide with worry. The duality with which you're able to confront these matters will forever be a mystery to him.

His gaze softens and a smile graces his lips.

“Don't worry, angel. This was innocent.”

He presses a kiss to your forehead.

“It's pure love.”

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whatifyoulivelikethat · 3 years

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ruined, m | jjk

pairing(s): jungkook x reader

summary: Why is there a mostly shirtless man in your bedroom and why is it Kim Namjoon's, your roommate's, fault? All you want to do is play League of Legends, not be visually attacked by ridiculously attractive Jeon Jungkook as his six friends perform living room karaoke at the top of their very drunk lungs.

warnings: rated M (18+) for language; classic Namjoon ripping clothes; you don't have to know how to play LoL, I explain most of it; smut (fem reader, dirty talk, begging, scratching / marking, nipple play, edging / orgasm denial, handjob, (unintentional?) voyeurism, little bit of cum-eating, choking, cowgirl, cock warming); non-idol!BTS – purple-haired, kind-of-a-brat, sub!Jungkook x gamer, noona, dom!reader, ft OT6 being chaotic in the background XD

@yn-the-reader linked me in this and I was already writing about him. a prophet, maybe? XD

��WHY ARE YOU SHIRTLESS?”

You died.

Not literally, but also literally.

“Fuck!”

Now you had thirty-seven seconds of gray screen to figure out why the fuck Jeon Jungkook had busted into your bedroom on this cheerful night with his black dress shirt three-quarters of the way unbuttoned, revealing most of his – oh, sweet Satan, very muscular – pecs and the upper half of his abs. He was holding something in his hands, looking helpless and sad, while you were panic buying Liandry's Anguish and experiencing a special form of anguish yourself.

“Noona, um–”

That’s right, because you were in the middle of a League of Legends game, playing Cassiopeia, the Serpent’s Embrace, also known as half-snake lady or the lamia of the champion roster or a mean version of Monster Musume’s Miia (if you know, you know, and if you don’t, be glad you don’t). Your roommate was having friends over after going drinking. All this was fine and dandy with you, because you were going to spend all night wearing headphones and playing League of Legends, therefore ignoring the outside world, until the outside world came to bother you in the form of Kim Namjoon’s – your roommate’s – mostly shirtless friend Jeon Jungkook.

He wasn’t mostly shirtless most of the time, only right now.

“Noona, Namjoon-hyung ripped my shirt…” Jungkook whimpered hesitantly, chewing on his lip. He looked awkward and distraught despite his long dark purple hair giving him a rather fierce, bad-boy look.

Namjoon was a great roommate. He was smart, conversational, and insightful. A chat with him usually led to an enriching, open-minded perspective. He was relatively clean, considerate, communicative, nonjudgmental, fun to be around, and only set the kitchen on fire twice.

The second time was your fault.

You shouldn’t have let Namjoon in the kitchen the second time.

Also, Namjoon with his friends was a wildly chaotic time. All of his friends, especially drunk, were fucking nuts. Normally, they were probably relatively calm people (maybe not Kim Seokjin or Jung Hoseok, they were very excitable), but together they were a mess. You often wondered how they could function as a group.

Currently, however, you were trying to collect your brain cells as you had mere seconds before respawning onto the platform and were forced to play again. Timing in League of Legends was very important. Seconds can mess up wave management of minions and wave mismanagement can lead to game losses if you weren’t careful. The nuances of the game were often ignored by casual players.

You were, in short, a nerd about it.

“Fucking s-shit, what h-happened?” you sputtered out, turning back to your screen, unable to look at mostly shirtless Jungkook because he was MOSTLY SHIRTLESS. Honestly, he had quite nice pecs, and you should not be thinking about that, but it was incredibly distracting, just like how it used to be distracting when Namjoon was shirtless, but several years of living with him made you accustomed to his impressive pectoral muscles, to the point where you could joke about them with him.

But this was not Namjoon – this was his younger friend Jungkook and you had no idea Jungkook was ripped, mostly because you didn’t pay attention to Namjoon’s friends.

There were too many of them and you were too introverted for that.

“I don’t know, he just grabbed my shirt and it ripped and I managed to find all the buttons, but, but…”

Cassiopeia respawned on the platform and you couldn’t ignore the snake lady any longer. You had to play the game because four random people on your team were counting on you and you couldn’t exactly type, sorry, there’s a hot man in my room with his shirt practically off and I don’t know what to do with my life, so you had to suck it up and play the damn game.

Right-clicking and keeping your eyes only on your computer monitor.

Half-listening to that trembling, silvery voice coming up behind you, making your hairs stand on end even though all he was doing was dumping the tiny buttons on your desk.

Oh, fuck me, you thought to yourself.

“Can you repair it? Please? My mom bought me this shirt and Namjoon-hyung said you can sew, so maybe you can sew them back on? Please?”

“Yes, Jungkook, I can, just not right now, I’m in the middle of a game,” you rambled, suddenly trading damage with the enemy Viktor, trying to avoid the laser from the Machine Herald, swearing under your breath as you stutter-stepped and stunned him, poisoning him quickly enough with your abilities to avoid dying. “I will help you, I just – fucking shit, get the fuck away from me Udyr, fuck!”

“Wow, you curse a lot, noona. It’s kind of funny.”

“I – fuck– I mean, sometimes, and what are you guys doing out there? It sounds like a deranged cabaret club,” you remarked, ticking your head towards the direction of your bedroom door.

“Karaoke!” Jungkook replied brightly, still standing behind you, why was he standing behind you, it was freaking you out a little, but Ocean Dragon was being taken and a team fight was about to happen, so you had to ignore it and support your teammates in chasing down the enemy support.

Seokjin hit a high note that was so shrill that you heard it through your headphones.

“… Wow, he’s got some lungs on him.”

“Do you wanna join us, noona?”

“I can’t sing.”

“Neither can we.”

“Pretty sure all of you can sing better than I can, even Yoongi and Namjoon. I’m fucking terrible.”

“I’m not that good.”

You barely survived with thirty hit points after that debacle of a team fight, but your team had the dragon and you all were slowly on your way to victory. You pressed the ‘B’ key to return to base, but kept your eyes on the screen, lest Udyr, the Spirit Walker and serial bear stun-slapping enemy jungler, ran your ass down and killed you.

“Jungkook, your voice is absolutely heavenly. Fucking beautiful. I’m sure every human being on Earth would want to be serenaded by you.”

Silence that you didn’t notice was awkward for him because you were too busy letting out a sigh of relief and building your next item, typing quickly to your teammates. You all were about to set up for vision around Baron Nashor, a large purple worm-dragon monster that when killed provided a significant, sometimes game-ending buff.

“R… really?”

“Yeah, and you’re handsome, gorgeous, and hot as hell too, so the whole damn package,” you responded absentmindedly, realizing the enemy were trying to split-push and trade objectives so you sent some pings to your teammate to take care of that as you accompanied the main group to help clear waves of minions.

Heat.

You heard him shift beside you and suddenly his face was next to yours, watching your screen closely.

Side-step, cast your ultimate, cast your Miasma ability to ground the enemies and prevent them from dashing away, switching between auto-attacking and piercing them with Twin Fang, all in the span of a mild freak-out because why was Jungkook so FUCKING close?

“Wow, you’re so good at League.”

“I’m Diamond rank, so not that good, but definitely better than all seven of you combined.”

“Haha, true, we’re all pretty bad,” Jungkook laughed next to your ear and, oh, shit, is warm breath feathered on your neck, why weren’t you wearing a turtleneck or something and not your self-cropped oversized band t-shirt and slinky black leggings, why weren’t you cocooned in layers of clothes, because you were quickly highly aware of how attractive Namjoon’s friends were.

To top it all off, you were in the middle of a game, so you just had to tolerate it and stay calm for the sake of your teammates and your elo.

“Maybe you could teach us and we’ll teach you something in return.”

“You guys don’t even listen to each other, why would I assume you all would listen to me?”

“I’d listen to you, noona.”

Now your team was doing the Baron dance, skirting in and out of vision, daring the other team to make a move, daring each other to make a mistake so the other could capitalize on it, slowly, slowly, watch the waves, watch the minimap. Careful. You could control the situation if you were calm and not too trigger-happy. Tension in your fingers and tension in your neck because your roommate’s friend was right next to your head, observing your every move.

His violet hair brushed your shoulder.

Soft, delicate strands against your skin.

“You’re more experienced, so you would know what to do.”

Your support snap-engaged a fight and you were immediately in the zone, right clicking rapidly, cycling through your abilities, keeping track of the opponents’ spells, determined not to let any of them get away, following your teammate’s calls and not hesitating, because hesitation as death and loss, and you were so close to winning you could taste it, going after it with passionate vigor and a slow-forming grin, seeing and hearing the in-game announcer declaring, QUADRA KILL.

You didn’t kill all five of them because someone took the pentakill from you.

You might have cared about that except your ear exploded into clapping as Jungkook excitedly applauded for you, cheering you on, reminding you that a mostly shirtless man was standing right next to you.

Thanks, Namjoon, you thought sarcastically.

“Wow, you played that so well, dodging the Viktor ult and stunning three people like that–”

You felt your cheeks heat at the compliments, busying yourself with your team killing Baron. You didn’t usually have someone commenting on your games. Your eyes flickered to the small buttons on your desk.

Especially not a mostly shirtless guy.

Mostly shirtless hot guy.

Back to screen, seeing your jungler’s typed instructions, suggesting you all to destroy as many structures as you could and then prepare for the next fight for Ocean Dragon Soul and – oh? Your eyebrows raised as the screen abruptly jerked to the enemy base, the nexus inside exploding into shiny gem-like fragments that became the VICTORY banner.

“They surrendered?” you uttered with surprise, clicking on the CONTINUE button. “Why?”

Your eyes flickered to the kill score.

“Oh, thirty-two to nine… maybe that’s why….”

Your team had the nine deaths and the opponent team had thirty-two so, well, maybe that’s why they surrendered the game.

“Aw, that’s no fun,” Jungkook pouted as you clicked on the damage screen. Second most damage. Okay, you could take that. You were a little distracted.

“So, about your problem–”

You spun around to, ack, realize that, yes, Jungkook’s shirt was still flapped wide open to expose his chest like an unwrapped piece of caramel candy. He seemed to realize it too, making a surprised face and yanking the sides closed, as if you hadn’t gotten a damn eyeful already.

“I can resew the buttons back on, but you should borrow a shirt from Namjoon in the meantime,” you managed to say, clearing your throat. “Because I, ah, can’t really sew it when you’re still wearing the shirt.”

“Oh… Oh, right, yeah.”

Then he started yanking his shirt out of his slacks.

UMMMMMMM.

Usually, you didn’t care about this stuff. Men were men. They had chests. But you had things you liked too. Just like how men like tits and ass, you liked well-built pecs and forearms. Actually, you appreciated a nice ass and thighs too. And cute faces. Fuck, you loved a cute face.

“Uh, Jungkook…”

He looked up, questioningly. Big round brown eyes, his violet bangs framing his chiseled jaw, parted pink lips, the small mole underneath his lower lip looking so, so kissable, quivering slightly.

Fuck, Jungkook had a cute face.

His shirt was very open.

Fuck, his lightly tanned skin.

He was hesitating around a button, his deft fingers flexed, ink black tattoos standing out on his knuckles and the back of his hand. Your legs were slightly spread, thighs flush to your gaming chair. Half a second and Jungkook’s eyes flickered back up to your face, pretending he hadn’t been looking.

You raised your eyebrows.

“Are you really just gonna strip in my room and walk out asking Namjoon for a shirt and hope none of the six guys think anything about it?”

His eyes shifted around your room. Bed with black sheets and black velvet duvet. Television with your gaming consoles. Your collection of character figurines from various games. Your black denim jacket hanging on a hook, covered in monotone patches that you had sewn yourself, mostly occult-themed, skeletons, skulls, cats, ghosts, potions, eyeballs, that kind of thing. Back to your desk.

Your legs.

Really staring at your thighs, hips, and crotch.

Up your torso, your hands, your exposed collarbones.

Your face.

Guarding his expression, testing the waters.

“Maybe,” Jungkook said slowly. His eyes darted away and back, teeth catching his lower lip. “I really am hoping you can fix my shirt.”

You watched his face carefully, the flare of darkness in those brown orbs, a hint of naughtiness, dancing with danger. Jungkook had a mischievous streak. You could tell by the way he interacted with his hyungs, listening but talking back, helping them with things but not without a roll of his eyes or a smart remark added, probably because all his friends were older and he was the youngest. He knew he could get away with it.

In short.

Brat.

“What would you like in return, noona?” Jungkook purred, smile dancing on his lips.

Honorifics were supposed to honor you. Show a sign of respect and all that shit.

All I wanted to do was play video games, you grumbled internally. Not suddenly have a thirst fest for one of Namjoon’s best friends. You narrowed your eyes a little, seeing the smirk on that perfectly shaped mouth. He’s not stopping either.

Outside your room, something fell with a loud crash. Probably Namjoon by the depth of that startled yelp. Everyone else started laughing and a very loud, cheerful melody was blasting from the living room television. Nobody was coming to investigate you and Jungkook.

Yet.

“Turn around and ask for a shirt,” you sighed, waving a hand. “Then take off your shirt in the bathroom and then, only then, do you come back and give me your dress shirt.”

You saw Jungkook frown, not expecting that as your answer.

“Oh. Okay.”

He seemed disappointed, lowering his hands.

The silky fabric of the dress shirt slid off his right shoulder, partly revealing his tattoo sleeve and fully revealing his right collarbone and shoulder.

You sucked in a breath, eyes flickering to it. Then his face. Then back to his body. Fuck. Fuckity fuck. Fuckity fuck fuck fuck. Jungkook jumped, startled by the fallen fabric and reached over to grab the fallen collar. Your hand moved faster than you had time to think. You had good reaction time. It was the gaming obsession.

You slapped his hand down.

Jungkook squeaked, head snapping up, purple hair floating around him, gold chain on his neck glittering as he swallowed hard, Adam’s apple bobbing. Strangely, his chain resembled your sterling silver choker that you were wearing right now, except you also wore another necklace with a circular white gold pendant with your zodiac sign.

Not that anyone was ever close enough to inspect it.

“N-Noona?” he breathed, sounding strangely winded.

Shit.

You hadn’t meant to do that. Your body reacted faster than your head.

Shit.

Fuck, he had a nice body. His pecs. Even had a nice dark nipple – well, he probably had two, but you could only see one at the moment – and it all trimmed down to a slim waist and shapely hips. You could tell because of his tailored black slacks. He had been wearing a blazer earlier in the evening too. It was probably on a chair somewhere in the apartment.

Shit.

What did Jungkook need to look so damn good for?

“Where did you guys go to be dressed like that?”

Yes, you were really just going to interrogate him with his shirt dangling off like that.

Jungkook chewed on his lower lip, the tiny mole underneath bouncing up and down as he spoke. “We went to a fancy hotel rooftop bar to celebrate Yoongi-hyung’s award that he won at the music show for producing that song–”

“Ah, right, Namjoon mentioned that earlier today.” Dress code must have been black tie.

Those dark brown eyes found yours, observing you carefully.

“I would have liked to see you there, noona.”

You stopped staring at the tattoos on his bicep and made eye contact. Fuck. Those eyes. Sparkling with deviousness. Trying to see how far he could push your buttons.

“I wonder what kind of dress would you have worn?” he murmured, musing to himself. “I bet you would have looked hotter than any girl there.” Jungkook smiled, playful and boyish. He wasn’t being sleazy about it. Every word was light and honest. “A tight little black dress? Maybe bright red? Short, because you have incredible legs. It would be a crime not to show them off.” He was only complimenting you. His tone wasn’t trying to be suggestive.

Yet.

You didn’t close your legs. You had nothing to be shy about.

Instead, you leaned back in your gaming chair as if it was a throne, resting your left elbow on the armrest and your chin on two fingers, thighs wide open, and your other hand in between them, fingers curled inward to your inner thigh.

Jungkook’s pink lips curved ever higher, ever more roguish.

“Whatever you would have chosen, you would have looked so, so sexy.”

You ticked your head.

“I know.”

Because you did.

Look here, Jeon Jungkook, I’m here minding my own damn business and you’re here inserting yourself into my life, so if you can’t handle me knowing my self-worth, you can fuck right off.

He reached up and tucked a bit of his purple hair behind his right ear, grinning at you.

“You sure you don’t want anything from me?” he asked, a slight flicker of pink tongue between white teeth. “I can give first and then you can decide whether or not you want to help.”

Honestly, those sultry eyes could stop a heart.

You removed your hand from your chin, tapping the air with those two fingers in a dismissive manner.

“Hm.”

Outside, Kim Taehyung and Jung Hoseok were singing a soulful duet and Park Jimin was hooting at inappropriate moments to ruin the atmosphere as much as possible. That raspy, breathless laugh was Min Yoongi, who was probably doubled over on the floor in his expensive suit. Classic genius music producer of the year behavior right there.

Jungkook tucked his hands in his pockets, shirt sleeve falling down, revealing his blacked-out inner elbow. Mountains with a dark sky. It must have hurt, doing something like that. Still, he did it. For aesthetics?

You heard the smirk rather than seeing it, mostly because you were looking at his body.

“I would look so damn good on you, noona.”

Alright.

You closed your eyes slowly and reopened them to look directly into those dangerous, dangerous eyes.

“Lock the door.”

Not really an order. More of a statement. Jungkook could do it or not, you knew. He couldn’t be coerced to do anything. He did things because he wanted to do them. He was nice because he wanted to be nice. He was childish when he wanted to be childish.

And.

Jungkook was obedient when he wanted to be obedient.

He turned around, went to your bedroom door, and locked it.

Well then.

He came back and stood in front of you. A little closer now.

You cocked an eyebrow. “They’re going to come looking for you.”

Jungkook smiled down at you. “I’m sure they will.”

You frowned, lowering your hand to tap the end of the armrest. “They’re going to think I started this.”

“You kind of did.”

Your eyes narrowed sharply. He grinned, taking a step closer.

“Because it’s not my fault you look so good,” Jungkook breathed, voice deepening, leaning down, your expression unchanging, not pulling back but not encouraging anything either. “Not my fault your body is hotter than a summer. Not my fault your confidence is the biggest turn-on I’ve ever had in my life.”

Your thighs were still as open as his shirt.

Jungkook put his knee in between them.

His dress shirt was basically almost completely off his body now, falling off the left shoulder too and dangling off his forearms, exposed collarbones and shoulders, tan skin taut over muscle. A delicious body line, so fucking close to you that you could feel the heat. You still didn’t do anything. You weren’t going to do anything. You didn’t prompt this. You were simply minding your own business commanding a snake lady to victory, not expecting to get seduced by a mischievous bunny-like smile and a tiny black mole under a cute pout.

“I can’t help myself around you.”

You usually didn’t say more to Namjoon’s friends than a mere hello, not wanting to bother them with your presence. They were all men after all. You expected them to want bro time or whatever. Also, you were too busy being obsessed with men that didn’t exist in real life to pursue men that did exist in real life.

At least League of Legends had 3D models so no one could say you lived only the 2D lifestyle.

That didn’t mean that you didn’t partake when the dinner laid themselves out to be eaten. They often had to, because you wouldn’t pay attention otherwise.

Purple hair drifted into your vision, surrounding you in a curtain of violet and dark brown eyes, warm exhale and trembling pink lips, trapping you in Jungkook’s gaze, but you refused to relent, keeping your gaze even. Steady breaths to disguise your racing heart.

You kept your hands closed to prevent him from seeing your shaking fingers.

“Every time I see you, I want you to touch me,” he whispered, trying to hide the edge of nervousness by lowering his voice, enticing you to lean in to hear him better because someone was wiping a damn window in the living room outside your door or was that Kim Seokjin laughing?

There was no difference.

Jungkook’s forehead touched yours and you stopped thinking about Seokjin.

“I just want you to feel me up, rip my clothes off, and fuck me until I can’t think straight. Use me, abuse me, wreck me, ruin me,” he shuddered, definitely thinking about it, and one blink and you spied the obvious tent in his pants.

“Maybe I’m a lazy girl,” you finally said, touching your nose to his, inhaling his breath, a little bit of alcohol, a little bit of fruitiness, and that hint of cologne, fresh, clean, and intense. Something else too. Musk, maybe his pheromones or something like that. Whatever it was smelled fucking delicious, just like you. What did your perfume smell like? Spiced fire blended with addictive sweetness.

You shrugged casually.

“Maybe I’m a pillow princess.”

Jungkook chuckled.

“I can tell you’re not.”

You had to smirk.

Of course, you weren’t.

You closed your thighs around his knee and squeezed, raising to your tiptoes. He gasped softly, shivering at the simple touch of your soft thighs pressing around his muscular leg. It was disturbingly noisy out there, but here it was silent, pared down to your breathing and Jungkook’s breathing, mixing together, blazingly hot, closer, closer, doing the careful dance, daring each other to make the move that was so obviously going to happen.

“What are you gonna say when they ask you where you’ve been all this time?” you whispered, avoiding letting your lips brush against his.

“The truth.”

His tongue flickered out and barely touched your lips.

You didn’t make a sound.

Jungkook moaned, the sound drifting into your throat, and you could taste his desire.

“I tripped and fell into your lap.”

Your lips curved into a smirk.

He kissed you.

His hands on the armrests of your rolling chair, pushing it back into your desk, pressing his lips to yours, inhaling deeply, wanting to breathe you, wanting to taste you, wanting you, shivering as you finally touched him with your hands, but this was you, and your first touch wasn’t going to be wasted on a conventional innocent touch.

Your fingers closed in on his rock-hard erection and stroked him through his pants.

Jungkook moaned your name right in your mouth, eyes half-lidded, his violet hair encircling your face as he rolled his hips into your palm, whining deep in his chest.

“Fuck, yes, noona, play with me…”

You flitted your tongue between his lips and he chased it, begging you for more, and yet you continued to tease, light flicks between those soft pillows, nipping at them, even pushing up his lower lip so the tip of your tongue could draw a small heart around that mole, kissing it, so gentle, so delicate. His entire body shook, your hand palming his hardness through his pants, nails scraping against his balls, caressing all of it, acting like you owned it. Jungkook was certainly humping your hand like you did.

“You only want me because I didn’t want you,” you taunted, not bothering to hide your smirk and your slight disapproval.

“That’s not true,” he panted, attempting to get you to touch his chest, pushing you back into your chair, and yet you kept the fingers of your free hand on the cusp of what he wanted, heat close but no contact, causing him to whimper every time your fingernails barely nicked his skin. “I want you because you’re pretty, gorgeous, and hot as hell.”

Hm, that sounded familiar.

“I want you because I love watching you play your favorite games,” he chuckled, kissing the side of your lips, nose to nose. “I want you because I love that little smirk you make when you do something good. I want you because I love that aggressiveness that comes out and how you seem to lose your filter. Shit, it’s so fucking hot when you’re focused. Makes me wanna see your face when you’re pinning me down and having your way with me. Makes me want to obey you and disobey you at the same time, because I want you to reward me and punish me, I just can’t decide, fuck, you make life so hard for me.”

He punctuated hard by violently humping your hand, rattling your desk with his force.

Outside you heard Namjoon yelling “CANNONBALL” and throwing himself onto that giant gray furry beanbag you paid far too much for about six months ago. It was now a household party favorite, due to its massive size and fluffiness. At the moment, it sounded like a pile of six guys in semi-formal clothing was beginning and, instead of watching this heap of hot dudes being constructed, you were making out with the seventh guy’s face and grabbing his dick.

You’ll take this trade.

You felt Jungkook’s hands groping around, undoing his pants and the zipper, trying to get you to touch more, more, desperate for you to be all over him.

“P-Please… please, I don’t know when they’re going to notice…” he pleaded. “You’re so close, so close, ah, I can’t think, please…”

“Shh…” you soothed. “The door is locked.”

Your fingertips finally touched his chest, not disappointed in the slightest when you touched those delicious-looking pecs. They felt just as nice under your palm, his pounding heart and wanton moan vibrating up your arm.

“Aren’t you a needy little brat trying to distract me from my games, hm?”

Your fingertips hooked over the waistband of his boxer briefs.

“You’re going to have to face the consequences, Jungkook.”

You said his name like a delicious sweet about to be eaten, growl in your throat as you yanked down his underwear, capturing his lips, robbing him of his cries as you clawed down his chest, grasping his cock and pumping him, long, complete strokes from base to tip, curling your fingers around his balls, juggling them with your fingers teasingly as he squirmed and groaned. Your free arm shot around his back, digging your nails into his spine, not letting him get away. His black dress shirt was falling, falling to your floor, his bluish-purple hair in your face and his strong hands on your shoulders, sliding down, kneading your breasts through your clothes, whining that you were still wearing a bra – of course, you were, six dudes were coming over and they didn’t need to see your magnificent nipples on display, although clearly one of them wanted to see – and he was trying to get to the hem of your shirt, but you smacked his hands away, building the pressure and speed, pre-cum leaking between your fingers and adding slickness to lessen the dry friction.

Fuck, you could smell him and he smelled so fucking good.

“Noona, please…” Jungkook gasped, hands on the armrests of your chair, tipping his head back at the pleasure, pants at his fucking knees, chest, crotch, thighs on display. “This is… embarrassing…”

He meant him being mostly naked and you being dressed.

You shrugged, acting indifferent. “Not for me.”

He whimpered at your words, so noticeably dominant despite not using an aggressive or commanding tone. Either that or he was very invested in you jacking him off. You suspected it was a combination of the two, considering how eagerly his cock twitched when you answered.

“What should I do, Jungkook? Should I let you cum? Or should I play with you and stop, make you put your clothes back on and walk out there, desperate to be finished off?” you mused aloud, running your nails up his back, not that hard, but he leaned back into it so they sank into him, wordlessly begging you to do it harder, so you did, setting your jaw and scratching at his back, forcing him back into position. His cock throbbed in your hand, pulsating wildly.

Hm, he really loved it, huh.

“P-Please… wanna cum, please don’t be mean…” he gasped, thrusting his hips into your punishingly tight grip.

“Hm, why does it matter? You’ll just run to the bathroom and finish yourself off anyway, right?”

“Want you to do it, please,” he begged, his long hair curling around his jaw, dark purple locks framing the sharpness, lashes fluttering as you rubbed your thumb against the underside of the head, smearing pre-cum over the slit. “Your hand feels so good, so fucking good, better than I thought, please, I need you to touch me or I can’t get off, please…”

You removed your hand.

Jungkook cried out in denied despair, pitch hiking, the sinful sound clearly audible despite the debaucherously loud ruckus outside your bedroom door that included not one, but two people howling like werewolves for some unknown reason. At this point, you were mildly curious.

But you had a job to do.

He grabbed the front of your shirt, almost sobbing with need. Somehow his violet hair was a mess and you hadn’t even touched it. It cascaded over one of his eyes, an indigo curtain, the other chocolate orb shaking and pupil dilated, black prominent in the dark brown.

“Please don’t–”

You shoved two fingers from your right hand into that pleading mouth and raised your left.

He choked, gagging a little on your fingers.

You stuck your tongue out and licked your palm, slathering it with a thick layer of slick saliva.

Jungkook’s eyes widened at the dirty action and then rolled back into his head as you wrapped your hand around his aching cock once more, now covered in saliva, swiftly and fervently jacking him off, hard, fast, tight, nearly choking his cock, pushing his chin up and his chest to your hungry mouth, tongue and teeth and lips, all over those dark nipples hardening under your persistent touch, heedless to his rising moans, so very obvious now what was happening in your bedroom.

It didn’t bother you at all. Jungkook walked in here and asked you to wreck and ruin him, so you did exactly what he asked you to do, leaving harsh bite marks and slippery saliva all over his soft skin, your perfume rubbing off onto his body, coating his chest in your scent and his pulsating thick length with your spit, and he was so fucking hard that you were impressed, feeling his mouth suck on your fingers desperately and wetly, your name a messy garble above your head.

“Fuck, yes, umpf, oh fuck, I’m so close, so close, gonna cum, goona cum for you…!”

“Jungkook?”

You had no idea who called his name through your door, because the next second Jungkook was pitching forward and shooting his cum up your thigh and chest, thick white strings painting your leggings and band t-shirt, soaking into the fabric and creating a sticky mess on your skin, your head lifting in response to his movement to avoid knocking into him, your fingers sliding out of his lips, strings of saliva snapping as they left, and suddenly Jungkook’s face was in your face, his lips on yours in a passionate kiss, rutting into your hand to increase the sensitivity, shoulders and hips flinching, whimpering gratitude and ecstasy into your mouth, his hands in your hair, kissing you deeper, more ravenously, ignoring the questioning voices, lost in the pleasure of his orgasm.

You heard Namjoon say outside your door, “I think he made his move.”

You asshole, at least warn me, you thought irritably.

“You’re so good… so good, exactly what I need… I knew you would be… fuck…”

You thrust your tongue into his lips once and backed off, chuckling as he whined for more.

“Go ask for a shirt.”

Jungkook shook his head rapidly, violet hair flying everywhere. Your hand was still wrapped around his semi-hard cock, his cum dripping onto your wrist. His ears were turning red.

“I can’t… They know something is going on…” he mumbled, scooting closer to you, as if your body heat could somehow mask the fact that you just jacked him off with six of his friends standing outside your bedroom door whispering.

“Maybe you wanted them to know.”

You squeezed his ass and he trembled, clutching your shoulders.

“Easy way to tell them that you want to be owned by me, right?”

You could tell by the way his eyes were darting around rapidly that the thought crossed his mind more than once.

“Jungkook.”

You said it loud enough for a keen ear to hear it if they were really eavesdropping. You looked up at Jungkook, his eyes immediately fixating on yours because of your tone.

In control, not to be questioned.

“Get on your knees.”

Dead silence outside your bedroom.

“B… but…”

His cheeks flushed pink.

You took his chin and pulled him down to your face, murmuring to that mole under his lips, pecking it daintily, almost innocently, his wispy moan drifting over your nose. Your words were barely above a whisper, only for him.

“You made a mess. Clean it up.”

You stroked Jungkook’s chin with your thumb, your other hand tucking his long hair behind his ear.

“I’ll let you sleep in my bed tonight, so be a good boy for me right now and I’ll let you be a bad boy in bed.”

His head tilted and Jungkook whispered your name into your mouth, drenched with desire.

You smirked, stroking his jaw fondly.

He got to his knees, in between your open thighs, leaning forward, subservient eyes on your face as his pink tongue extended, licking at his own cum staining your clothes, eyes closing at your hand on the top of his head, not directing the movement, but reminding him who was in charge here, reminding him with nails in his scalp that he was going to be fucked until he couldn’t think straight.

Used, abused, wrecked, ruined.

“I don’t wanna.”

“We both know you do.”

“But I want to fuck you,” Jungkook protested, speaking softly because everyone was sleeping, or at least it seemed that way, not that either you or Jungkook cared, because you were forcing him to his knees on your bed, pushing his torso back, nails digging into his chest, towering over him, his naked body already covered in your bites and scratches, focused on his inner thighs and chest, none on his neck because that’s where he wanted it the most.

And you knew it.

“Noona, please…”

He said please a lot for someone who did not, in fact, want to be pleased, but tortured.

You grabbed him by the chin, cocking an eyebrow.

His hands were behind him, arms shaking as they held him up, shivering delightfully under your petrifying gaze.

“Please what? Hm? Saying please when you come crawling into my room, begging for dirty things with your friends right outside, saying please when you interrupt me and distract me, jeopardizing my chances to win my game?”

You leaned in close, you knowing you were only crafting a scene, him knowing that you didn’t actually care, but Jungkook wanted to hear the words, wanted you to put that malice in your tone to caress his ears, wanted you to cannibalize his sanity and put him in a different headspace, his cock already responding to it, bobbing in the air, purple-red and achingly hard from multiple orgasms, and he still wanted more.

“Saying please so you can say please when you’re under me, helplessly begging me to let you cum?”

You could hear his whines vibrating under your fingertips, pupils blown wide, lower lip trembling, begging you already, such a needy little thing, those lovely brown eyes full of submission, muscles tense with anticipation, every passing second spiraling him into increased frustration, because instead of doing anything, you were only smirking wider and wider, pushing his head back.

“Well? Tell me if you’re a dirty boy or not. Maybe I’ll do what you want.”

His violet hair cascaded to his shoulder blades, his low moan coursing through your fingertips and the heated air of your bedroom.

“Y… Yes, I’m a d-dirty boy…”

“Noona,” you prompted.

Just because you could.

His lips curved into an open smile, two of your fingers hooked over his lower lip, fingertips rubbing his tongue. Your thumb nail pressed into his mole.

“Noona.”

You ripped the condom open with your teeth, which was not advisable unless you were the kind of person that practiced that for hours on end, spending an obscene amount of money on unused condoms to perfect your technique, because nobody wants a broken condom or lube in their teeth. Why would you want to learn such a thing? You were a stickler for details. A perfectionist in perfecting a perfect display of raw dominance.

You spat out the torn corner onto Jungkook’s chest and he whimpered, unashamedly amazed.

Your left hand removed the condom from the package and your right slid out of his mouth and encircled his neck.

You inspected the condom, lazily turning it to the correct position, fingers pressed to the sides of his neck, leaving plenty of space for his trachea between your thumb and forefinger. You didn’t bother looking at his face. Instead, you spread your legs, poised and naked over him and his throbbing cock.

Your right hand started choking him.

Your left hand started rolling the condom down his thick, hard length.

Your name leaked out of his lips in a thin gurgle, his eyes rolling back into his head.

“Say please, Jungkook.”

A sharp, distinct order.

“P… Please…” he gasped out, chest shuddering.

Your hand tightened around his throat and your pussy clenched around his cock as you forced yourself down on him.

“Oh, fuuuuuuuck…”

You didn’t bother asking if he liked it. His vicious fisting of your sheets and trembling body, cries and cock included, told you everything you needed to know. You only watched the color of his cheeks, knowing there were limits to how long you could choke him. Therefore there was no time to be wasted, already starting your favorite pace, rough and hard, filling yourself with that delicious cock built to take your abuse, jaw set, gripping his throat, blood pounding under your fingertips, slapping hips to crotch, heat sparking though your veins, hotter, hotter, your smirk growing more and more smug, tongue tracing your lips as you witnessed Jungkook’s descent into sin, raising his head so he could watch you bounce on his cock with hazed brown orbs, mouth open, tongue lolling out, circulation thinning, purple hair wild around that cute, distressed face.

You let up the pressure on his neck, dark snicker rumbling in your chest.

“This pussy worth it, brat?”

The rush of missing blood into his brain, the suffocating pleasure of your pulsating walls wrapped around his twitching cock, your authoritative growl and merciless words tearing through him – you saw it all taking over Jungkook, forced to respond honestly from pure instinct because there was no time to compile pretty words or a smart comeback.

“Yes, noona, yes, I love it, I love it, this brat fucking loves what you do to him…”

You immediately choked him again and slapped your pussy onto his cock like you were whipping him.

His eyes rolled back and a wild moan tore out of his chest, cut off by your hand.

The bed creaked under you, bearing the weight of your roughness.

“I know you love it,” you snarled, leaning in, fucking him into your bed with vigor, straining his knees, so uncomfortable and so comfortable for him at the same time, pain and pleasure, clearly something he craved and loved from how hard he was. “You said you need me to touch you or you can’t get off.”

You knew that couldn’t be true.

Jungkook probably got off hundreds of times thinking about you, otherwise he wouldn’t be so ecstatic about you violently riding his dick right now.

His teeth sank into his swollen lower lip, staring at you through his lashes, his voice a thin whisper laced with insatiable need.

“I can’t cum without you anymore.”

You removed your hand.

Your hips stopped abruptly, fulling sheathing his cock inside you.

“No!”

His shout was so loud and desperate that you had to conceal your surprise, not expecting the frantic ferocity of his tone, nearly an agonized sob as he grabbed your upper arms in a crushing grip, his indigo locks crashing into his high cheekbones, sticking to his sweaty face and sharp jaw. It took everything in you to stay calm, everything to not give in and let him have what he wanted. Maybe it was stubbornness, maybe it was knowing the role you were playing, maybe it was the sadistic side of you, who the fuck knew, but there was only a beat of hesitation, a second of you staring into those beautiful dark brown eyes, so perfect.

Just perfect.

Perfectly wrecked, willing to do anything in this moment for you to continue.

Before he could utter a peep of a plea, you shook out of his grip and seized his head, crashing his lips onto your neck.

Jungkook bit you.

Instant, searing pain, taking out all his sexual frustration on your neck, sucking at the skin, hot tongue lapping, groaning, moaning, half-crying because you didn’t move. You just sat on his dick and forced his mouth onto your neck, gleefully savoring his despair, closing your eyes and allowing yourself to feel the pleasure, his hands and nails digging into your waist, his teeth latched to the side of your throat, his stiff cock shuddering inside you, your tight heat keeping him hard but not letting him cum, repeatedly squeezing the engorged head brutally, driving him insane.

Insane.

You could feel his lips move, but you muffled his words, pushing his head into your neck.

Please.

Deep inhale, his wonderful scent filling your nose.

Please.

Riding the high that was Jungkook’s desire for you, fingers tangled into violet strands.

Please.

He felt so, so good, spoon-feeding the dom in you with his tiny whimpers and distraught sniffles.

“P… Please…”

You pressed your lips to his hair, murmuring his name sweetly.

“Jungkook.”

No quiver to your tone, only serene calm.

“Noona…”

His hands slid up your back as your hips began to rock, slow, so painfully slow, building the frenzy layer by layer, his hardness swelling inside you, his soft lips pressed to his hickey onto your neck, even more turned on because he knew you let him mark you, he knew in this moment you were his and only his, everything he wanted and more, his hips rising to meet yours, deepening your thrusts, matching your force, burying his face into your skin and your scent, wanting nothing more than your command over his body.

You turned his head, tucking his hair behind one ear, speaking dark whispers into that curve.

“You look the best when on your knees for me, Jungkook.”

He shivered, your name falling sloppily from his lips, drunk from your power and lost in his service.

You let go of his head and grabbed his shoulders instead, putting all of your weight onto him, now letting yourself chase it, chase the orgasm that you had been building for yourself all this time, letting yourself feel Jungkook and feel the full force of the pleasure he gave you, because, yes, of course, you served him first before you, even if it didn’t seem like it.

Because when it came down to it, Jungkook came to you, opening himself petal by petal to show you his vulnerable side, testing the waters, hoping, wishing, praying that maybe, just maybe, you were the kind of person that he was expecting, wanting, needing, and you, knowing how difficult that was because, well, you had made it difficult, only focusing on games and not on those longing eyes that watched you whenever you came into his view.

Eyes that you looked into now.

Half-lidded, glazed over, fucked-out, still honest.

His large hands were still on your waist, holding you to him as you rode him with furious slaps, muscles flexed in his chest and arms, tattoos on his right arm tense and taut from holding this position for so long. He looked so good. Felt so good. Had an amazing cock.

And fuck.

Jungkook had a cute face.

You genuinely smiled.

“I’ll take care of everything,” you drawled, injecting your words with conviction and adoration.

That did it.

His lips parted, low groan emitting from his throat as his head tipped back, purple waterfalling onto his back, thrusting up into you and shooting into the condom with fierce jolts, unable to hold back any longer, his entire length flinching uncontrollably, sweet whimpers at his release, feeling sorry that he didn’t let you cum first, but that didn’t matter, because you rode through it, already there, falling, falling, your sigh like laden smoke as your orgasm slammed into you, welcoming the bolts of cruel pulses flying through you, concentrated onto your core, Jungkook’s moans hiking into pitched ecstasy at the convulsing clenches of his oversensitive, overused cock, arms embracing you tightly, hugging you for dear life, chest to chest, pounding heart against yours.

Your fingers tangled into his hair.

His hand fitted around your head.

Lips to lips and you took care of everything, claiming that mouth as yours, holding him up even though you were the one in his lap, your kiss onto that perfect mole under that pretty pout, cherishing every mumble of your name, lowering him onto your pillows, soft kisses in between. You took care of everything, lifting yourself off him, chuckling as he whined, pawing for you to come back, but you rapped his knuckles and calmed him, removing the condom and cleaning him off gently with a towel, soft kisses in between because he wanted the attention, deliberately not closing his eyes until you crawled back into the bed, tucking the covers around you and him, Jungkook immediately turning and yanking you into his chest, nose against your skin.

“Who’s the pillow princess?” you teased, ruffling his long violet locks.

His lips pressed onto your hickey, his mark on you, and he sighed in content, drifting into sleep.

In the morning, you found a pile of five guys in the living room sleeping in various positions on the giant gray furry beanbag and the sofa. Jungkook was in your bed, passed out. The last guy, Min Yoongi, was in Kim Namjoon’s room, sleeping on his bed, because he was a smart man and took advantage of a perfectly good bed that five drunk hooligans undoubtedly forgot about.

You chuckled and rubbed your neck as you brushed your teeth, seeing yourself and the large purple hickey Jungkook had made last night in the bathroom mirror.

You went back to your room after retrieving the sewing basket from the living room, spending the morning calmly stitching the small buttons back onto his black dress shirt as the seven guys in your apartment continued to snore away.

Then you went back to playing League of Legends.

Ah, Cassiopeia, I had an eventful evening, but I have returned to you.

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A freshman hookup rekindled into something new. With an incentive, of course. But what would happen if your 'relationship' led you somewhere you never thought would happen to you ?

San and Wooyoung fought for a solid 3 minutes over who gets to have you on their laps before you smack them both and pulled a chair in between them.

So there you three were, out of class and straight into a PC bang. You admit that when San told you he was kidnapping you to go on a date you didn't expect him to have brought you to play computer games. But then Wooyoung crashed in and challenged San.

Literally.

You and San were both walking hand-in-hand towards the university's gate and suddenly Wooyoung came barrelling in like a wild block of cheese rolling down Cooper's Hill.

But you didn't mind. Not when you know how both of them together would mean more chaos and it's just more entertaining.

"Sannie," you called out to him, tugging on his sleeve. He momentarily averted his attention from the screen to you. "Yes, baby?" he smiled at you before focusing back on the screen. You pursed your lips at him, pouting whilst giving him your best puppy eyes, "I'm thirsty,"

San's eyebrows furrowed, "didn't you bought a venti sized latte before we came here?" he asked, sure that you had gotten the largest size of beverage before going to the PC Bang. You wrap your arms around his closest forearm as you rested your head on his shoulder, "Wooyoungie drank like three-fourth of it," you complained, glaring at your other boyfriend who smirked at the mention of his name.

"Sharing is caring, you know?" he defended himself. You scoffed and kicked his leg, "you should've gotten your own," you muttered at him.

Wooyoung giggled but slid his chair backwards, "okay, fine, we'll get you something to drink now," Wooyoung said, getting up and pulled San up and out of your grasp.

San whined in protest at the sudden intrusion of his gaming time, saying it was Wooyoung's fault and he didn't do anything. He immediately shut up though when Wooyoung mentioned that he saw the kid who had been beating his ass in the game near the cashier.

You could only chuckle at them both, staring dreamily whilst a warm, fluttering feeling bloomed in your stomach.

"Hey," a voice called behind you.

You looked back and you internally swallowed the lump that appeared in your throat.

There were two girls standing behind you, smirk adorning their faces. You recognize them as your batch's biggest pick me up girls and gossips, people would either go to them to get tea or they'd avoid them at all cost like the plague. You had a couple of classes with them the previous semester and you had one with them in the current semester. Seeing that they were from communications, you were quite glad. But due to the current inevitable truth spilt, you had just been actively avoiding them.

Awkwardly, you smiled at them both, hoping that they were just coming by to say hello. Sadly, there's a 99.9% chance of that not happening.

"Hi," you answered back to them.

"Funny meeting you here, never pegged you to be a gamer," one of them spoke out.

It was irritatingly creepy how they made each other look so similar. The outfits, the hairstyle and colour, the nails? Are they purposefully TRYING to look like twins?

You let out an awkward chuckle at them, "Not really, I didn't come here alone," you said, not really wanting to tell them who you came with, " I didn't know you both like to go to PC Bangs too," you added.

Both of them nodded their heads towards the direction of 5 guys, pushing one another as their eyes glued to the screens in front of them. "We don't go here on our own accords, we're here with the boys," one of them said.

Suddenly, the other one stepped forward and leaned in close to your face, making you slightly uncomfortable, "But I'm not surprised that you're here playing, though," she said.

At that, you furrowed your eyebrows, confused.

"How do you mean?" You asked.

Realizing you just caught her bait, she smirked wider. Her hand reached forward to pat you twice on the head, "I mean you're such a player, bet you like playing games, right? Or you perhaps like to hang around here, looking to rope in more boys into your STD dungeon?"

What she said wasn't even clever, yet they were both cackling as if they had just roasted Albert Einstein. That pissed you off more than the fact that they had just practically called you a whore.

Your jaw clenched tight when they didn't stop their laughter. You tried to hold it in, not wanting to have an outburst in a public space occupied mostly by people from your campus. But by God, shoving a CPU in their mouths seemed like a good idea.

Not being able to stand their laughter anymore, you push yourself up to stand before them. Their laughter died down slightly, noticing how your eyes burn with intensity, as if ready to pounce at them.

"Funny you should say that when that's what you're both doing," you scoffed, crossing your arms in front of your chest. "What are you talking about?" one of them asked. "An Australopithecus would've understood what I meant quicker than these airheads," you muttered under your breath before continuing, "What was the point of coming up to me here anyways? Trying to prove that you're better than me by telling me that my relationship is a sham? You know what's a sham? Your hair colour, nose, lips, double eyelid, chin, and pretty sure if a door slam to your bodies, your boobs will pop like a fucking water balloon," you spoke in one breath.

Maybe it was the accumulated stress from having to deal with the judge-y shitheads in your class and literally everywhere around campus, or maybe it's just you wanting to channel your anger at something. Before you know it, you took menacing steps to them, cornering both girls against the table behind them.

You jab a finger at one of their chests, "You both act like you're the saints of the campus when fact is at least three fourth of us don't give even a tenth of a fuck for you both so you went on chasing, hanging out with boys because what was it that you said? Befriending girls is too much? We're too much drama? If so, then what are you both? You created at least 87% of the drama that you have ever been into. Did those boys even wanted you two around or did you two just latch onto them like fucking leeches? Call me a whore, call me a slut or whatever 'clever' thing you can come up with, but at least the people I'm with genuinely wants me and I didn't even have to throw myself at them like you two did. I still have my pride and dignity," You spat out at them.

Their eyes widened at your outburst. It was clear that they hadn't taken into account that there was a chance that you'd retaliate like that.

"Fucking parasites," you muttered as you turned your back on them and walked off to the bathroom to calm yourself down a bit, leaving the two girls flabbergasted with people, including their so-called guy friends, laughing and snickering at them.

As you were about to enter the bathroom, you felt hands pushing you inside and bodies piling inside the bathroom. When the sound of door locking was heard, you almost panicked, thinking that this might be a public attack that you'd hear on the news.

But you were so glad when you turned around and see your boyfriends. You let out a shaky sigh, trying to calm yourself down slightly before moving to smack their arms for scaring the shit out of you.

"What the fuck do you-" your protests were cut short when Wooyoung lunged to connect his lips with yours. You let out a squeal at the impact of his body paired with the impact of the sink behind you.

San moved himself behind you, hands clutching onto the edges of your skirt tightly, bunching them up to reveal your panties to the cold air of the bathroom.

"We heard your little outburst outside," San said as his lips latched onto the side of your neck. You let out a muffled 'what?' at him. Wooyoung's lips were preventing you from speaking much as his hands began to prevent you from thinking straight. The way they had magically manoeuvred themselves into your shirt and bra made your knees weak.

"Yeah, we heard everything. Woo had to hold me back from interfering to which I'm glad he did," he groaned loudly next to your ear as his hands move, they wrapped themselves tightly around your waist, "because if he hadn't, I wouldn't have seen this side of you and it's so damn sexy," he growled. You could feel him bucking his hips onto your ass and even with his jeans, you could feel how hard he was. It was a good thing that San was holding onto you so tightly or else you would've slumped so hard onto the floor.

Without any warning, San slipped a hand into your skirt and tugged your panties down to your knees. Before even fully comprehending the situation, both San and Wooyoung hand worked on their pants, relieving their hard cocks from their confines. Their lips must've been magic because you could've sworn that you didn't realize anything until you felt them pressing themselves to your entrance.

The tip of San's cock prodded against your back hole first, as if asking for permission. You moaned at the feeling, letting go of Wooyoung's lips to throw your head back against San's shoulder. San took it as a sign from you to continue. He slowly pushed himself in. With the lack of lubricant, you felt its slight sting.

Wooyoug noticed how you winced at the feeling of San entering your ass. Though the latter tried to distract you by peppering kisses up and down the side of your neck, it proved to not be enough. So Wooyoung reconnected both of your lips as he snuck a hand down to play with your clit.

You squirmed in both of their holds. The slight foreign discomfort combined with the pleasure Wooyoung's fingers gave you elicit a rather new feeling.

It didn't take long for San to be fully nestled in you. Though it would've been wise to get used to him first, you could see how Wooyoung eyed his fingers, wanting nothing more than to slip himself in you.

Chuckling slightly, you took ahold of his working hand, "Woo, I need you in me now," you told him. He looked at you with eyes slightly wide, "You sure? Don't you wanna take a bit more time?" he asked. It was honestly adorable how concerned he was about you even in such an intimate position.

Not saying anything, you pulled him closer to you by his shirt, effectively sandwiching yourself between the two best friends.

"When it comes to any one of you, I can't wait anymore," you said, teeth tugging against his earlobe.

At that, Wooyoung exhaled shakily. You got what you wanted when he suddenly lifted your left leg up to his waist and began entering you slowly.

With one side already filled, you felt extremely full. It wasn't too much for you, but it sure does make you felt like you were about to burst.

"M-move," you told them both as your hands clenched onto Wooyoung's shirt.

They both started at a slow pace, trying to establish a rhythm to make sure that you felt as good as they were feeling. The last thing they wanted was for you to feel like something that they'd use to just merely get off.

The initial foreign feeling changed to pleasure quickly. When you felt both men fell into stable rhythms, you began moaning in pleasure. Their cocks were rubbing and prodding all the right places.

"God, I think I can feel San inside you, babe," Wooyoung groaned.

You unconsciously clenched hard at Wooyoung's words.

San took notice immediately. One of his eyebrows raised in surprise at the newfound information.

"Little slut here likes to be filled to the brim, doesn't she?" he chuckled darkly. One of his hands moved to wrap itself around on your neck. The slight pressure he put on it felt amazing when combined with the feeling both of them provided with their cocks.

Wooyoung's lips planted themselves onto your chest as he pulled your shirt lower. His teeth tugged at your skin, to which you were sure he wanted to leave marks on you.

"Can't answer us when you have two cocks in you huh, babe?" Wooyoung taunted, purposefully biting your nipple through your bra, making you gasp loudly.

Their speed increased significantly. You felt both of their hips hitting you in turns, their cocks also taking turns in filling you. When one slip out, the other slipped in. You were never left empty.

Your high was approaching quicker than anyone could expect. Between the work they did with their lips and their cocks stuffing you, you were actually surprised that you hadn't come any quicker.

"F-fuck I-I-I-" You stuttered out. You couldn't even finish your sentence as you suddenly came hard on them. Your thighs quivered and you clenched them hard to the point that they groaned at how tight you were being.

With your climax accomplished, the two became focused on chasing their own.

"F-first one to cum pays for today's gaming session," Wooyoung said, smirking to San as if he was taunting him.

Through the overstimulation, you managed to smack Wooyoung's shoulder. Albeit weakly. "A-are you- Ah! Are you seriously m-m-maki-ng bets in t-the middle of f-fucking?" you glared at him.

Your question was left unanswered as he only grinned deviilishly.

Feeling sneaky, you immediately slip your hands under his shirt to tweak at his nipples. During your times with him, you found out how his nipples became sensitive when he's about to cum and usually it wouldn't take much for him to cum when you play with his nipples.

His jaw hung open at the sudden feeling. His thrusts became sloppier. After one, two more tugs, you felt him unloading himself inside you. His hips lock in place and his cock twitched inside you. His warm load filling you, making you whine at the feeling.

San chuckled from behind you, "thanks baby," he said, pecking you softly on your cheek, making you giggle. "But now I need to cum in your pussy too,"

Before you could even prepare yourself, he had pulled out of you abruptly. He pushed Wooyoung out of your pussy so that he could bend you over the sink.

"I'm sorry baby, but I really need to cum," he said quickly before plunging himself into your pussy. You let out a yelp as your hands anchored yourself by the edges of the sink.

San drilled into you at an animalistic pace. You looked up the mirror to see San's eyes shut close, eyebrows furrowing as his hips snap harshly against your ass.

Wooyoung's cum made it easier for him to move in and out of you. He even slipped out a couple of times.

You helped him chase his high by clenching your pussy around him. Soon enough, you felt a second load painting your walls. San's cum mixing with yours and Wooyoungs's.

The mixture leaked from your hole down to your thighs and even trickled down onto the floor. Some were caught by your panties but a lot of them fell to the floor, especially when San finally pulled out of you.

The three of you stood silently in the bathroom, trying to catch your breaths after the impromptu bathroom session.

San was the first one to catch his breath. He stuffed himself back into his pants and fixed his clothes. "I'll help (Y/N) clean herself up, you go and pay so we can get out," he said as he began to pull some tissues from the dispenser.

In the midst of fixing his own clothes, Wooyoung paused as he furrowed his eyebrows at San, "Why me?" he asked. San rolled his eyes at the question, "Because you said whoever came first had to pay and you did," he said as he leaned down to wipe the dripping cum from your pussy.

Wooyoung whined at that, "Not fair! (Y/N) made me cum! That shouldn't have counted!" You giggled at his accusation, "I mean, you shouldn't have made a bet when you're having sex with your girlfriend, but..." you trailed off.

Feeling defeated, Wooyoung groaned and pout, "Fine, I'll pay. But I better get a ton of kisses in return," he grumbled as he pointed at you.

You only rolled your eyes at him whilst wiggling your hips to help San put your panties back on.

"As if I don't already give you a lot,"

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Eight Weeks

Prompt by anon;

“Really? You wanna have sex...Here? Now?”

I had a lot of fun writing this one, and I adore the relationship between Mulder and Scully here. This is actually the 1st part of a 2 part fic combination with another prompt. So stay tuned for part 2 in the future!

Also available to read on ao3

Scully’s sudden hormones cause some unexpected ‘activities’ to happen while they are on a stake out. Set in the time period after ‘All Things’ and before ‘Requiem’.

Mulder/Scully || Filth || 7.7k words || Rating E (Explicit for smut)

“I’m starting to think you got some false information.”

Scully sighed as she lowered the pair of binoculars from her eyes, her gaze falling to Mulder.

“Dawson said that Harvey would be here around 10pm. It is now 1 am and he still hasn’t shown his face. We’ve been here 3 hours, Mulder. I’m tired, it’s hot and I think we both need to get some rest.”

They had been out on this case for the last few days, jumping from lead to lead. Mulder had happily chased every dangled clue and Scully had obediently followed; mostly because she had been so exhausted lately that she really didn’t have enough energy to argue with him about how obvious it was that he was being led around in circles.

They had both been run to exhaustion with a seemingly endless circulation of cases and paperwork and it seemed to Scully that she hadn’t slept in her own bed in weeks. She couldn’t speak for Mulder, but she knew it was certainly starting to take a toll on her; both physically and emotionally.

The last week or so she had been feeling slightly dizzy and she had started to get nauseous; much to her embarrassment with how many times she had to ask Mulder to pull the car over so she could bring up what little amount of breakfast she had managed to keep down that morning. She was certain that it was nothing to worry about and had told Mulder that every time he asked her if she was okay. She just needed to get home and sleep in her own bed and get her body back to running on something other than pure adrenaline and coffee.

“Come on Scully, we are so close with this, I can feel it. I know you haven’t been feeling the best so why don’t you have a rest? I can wake you if anything exciting happens.”

Scully watched him with tired eyes as Mulder lowered his own binoculars, looking across at her as she sighed and rested her head back against the seat. She had to admit it would be nice to have a little rest, even if it was only for a few minutes.

Putting her binoculars on the dashboard, she fanned herself as she leaned over to roll her window down slightly, just enough to let some fresh air in; even if the air seemed to be just as hot outside as it was inside the car. It had now ticked over into the early hours of the morning, but the hot and humid weather seemed to stick around, the thick foliage of the forest they were staking out in not helping with the humidity.

“I doubt anything exciting is going to happen. If he was coming, he would have shown up by now. But I think I might take you up on that offer of a rest.”

“Just don’t drool on the car seat, I would like to get my deposit back this time.”

“Shut up, Mulder.”

Scully smirked as she rolled her eyes, her head turned towards Mulder and her arms resting together in her lap. She watched as Mulder gave a smile, reaching over to brush some of her hair behind her ear before he turned his attention back out his window, bringing his binoculars back up to his eyes. Although she wasn’t usually a fan of stake outs most of the time because of how tedious they were, she liked doing them with Mulder. It was comforting to have him in the car with her.

They had always had a connection and they had steadily grown closer over the years spent together. It wasn’t until after her battle with cancer that the feelings between them had shifted from friends to something more than that. It was then that Scully knew that Mulder held her heart in a way that no one else had or probably ever could. Things continued to grow until they reached a boiling point when they returned from Antartica, which had led her to invite him into her bed, the night filled with discovery and passionate sex. They had been in a sexual relationship since, starting as a casual occurrence to what they had now; something as close to, what normal people might consider, an intimate relationship.

That intimate relationship, though, had seemingly been put on hold these last few weeks by constant cases and a heavy workload and Scully had to admit, she missed it. Closing her eyes with a soft sigh, Scully snuggled down further into the car seat, trying to get as comfortable as she could in this position and not think of the way she missed Mulder’s weight on top of her and his lips on hers.

She told herself she would only rest her eyes, but it didn’t take long for her head to loll to the side, her lips parting as the soft hum of the car radio began to fade as she slipped into sleep.

All she could feel was him.

His heavy weight on her as he rested between her parted legs, her ankles clasped around his body, pulling his hips closer with every thrust.

The scent of sweat and arousal clung to the air as she gripped his shoulder blades, nails digging into his flesh. She could feel herself getting closer, spurred on by the increased breathing against her neck, the way he groaned just that little bit louder.

The only sounds in the room were the squeaking of the bed and the slick, wet sounds of their bodies joining together between her legs. Her name purred off his lips as he picked up his pace, his hand slipping between her body and the mattress to angle her hips up closer to him.

She could feel herself slipping over that delicious edge and with just a little more-

Scully jolted awake, her eyes opening suddenly as she sat up from her slumped position. Sighing, her hand reached up to wipe her forehead, a light sheen of sweat present there now, and she was sure it wasn’t just from the humid weather. The dream had felt so real. Her dreams had never been this intense before but she had noticed that her dreams seemingly had become more vivid recently. Maybe it had something to do with their hectic schedules of late and her inability to wind down, or maybe it was because she just found herself missing sex. Or more accurately, missing sex with Mulder.

Scully had always considered herself a sexual person, enjoying it as much as the next person, but with Mulder it was as if she craved it, especially recently, and he was more than happy to oblige, being just as eager to have her as she seemed to need him.

Looking over at the car clock she noticed only a mere 20 minutes had passed and Mulder’s gaze was still fixated to wherever he assumed the suspect would magically appear. Biting her lower lip, Scully rested her head back against the seat, a heat now coursing through her veins as the visions of her dream flashed behind her eyes and she just couldn’t seem to shake them away.

Tilting her head, she watched as Mulder lowered his binoculars and placed them in his lap, his fingers fiddling with a sunflower seed before he put it in his mouth. Scully became captivated with how his teeth held the seed between them, how his lips and tongue moved together to crack the shell before swallowing the treat inside.

Scully knew what wonderful things that mouth could do and all of a sudden she felt a hunger to have him like she hadn’t felt since their first night together, settling deep in her belly and pooling between her legs.

She couldn’t quite place it, but the urge was suddenly so strong and she found herself struggling to push it down. It was like her body was screaming at her to have him and have him now. Shaking her head slightly, Scully tried to ignore it and remind herself that they were on the clock working. That no matter what, she wouldn’t let her own personal feelings interfere with their ability to perform their jobs. They had both come to an understanding that their new sexual relationship wouldn’t get in the way of their working relationship. And that meant that they wouldn’t let themselves succumb to their desires while working, whether in their basement office or out in the field.

She managed to quell the feelings for a few minutes, just watching him continue to nibble on a small handful of sunflower seeds, before the thrumming between her legs and the fire in her stomach became too much for her to ignore. Fuck the rules.

Chewing on her bottom lip, Scully looked around, taking in the surrounding environment before she gave herself a mental green light. There was no one around and they were in the middle of nowhere, the chance of them getting interrupted was extremely slim which caused a pang of arousal to hit her centre, causing her to clench her thighs together.

Flicking off her heels in silence, Scully was glad that she had chosen to forgo wearing her usual stockings under her skirt today because of the heat. It would make this a whole lot easier. Opening her door, Scully gracefully got out of the car, ignoring Mulder’s curious eyebrow raise.

“Scully? Where are you going?”

Mulder’s question was cut off as Scully nudged the door shut with her hip, running her fingers through her hair. Mulder watched as Scully walked around the front of the car on her toes, avoiding the pebbles on the ground before she stopped at the passenger side, their eyes meeting through his window.

Scully raised her eyebrow as she placed her hands on her hips expectantly. Mulder stopped chewing on his last sunflower seed as he quickly opened the car door, expecting to get some answers as to why Scully had abruptly left. Scully watched him as she rested her hand on the top of the car door, her weight falling against the metal as she bit her bottom lip, her eyes dark with arousal.

“Push the seat back, Mulder.”

Mulder gave her a confused look which only lasted a second before he seemed to register what she said and leaned forward to pull the lever under the seat, pushing his weight back so the seat pushed back as far as it could go. Scully felt the flush of arousal burn her cheeks as she stepped closer, taking the binoculars from Mulder’s lap. Scully let her fingers brush against the seam of his pants, lingering longer than necessary before she chucked the binoculars to her seat, making room for herself on his thighs.

Mulder was momentarily silenced as he watched Scully sensually gather her skirt up around her waist, flashing him a quick glimpse of her red underwear, before she ducked her head and climbed into the car. Mulder’s hands instantly reached out to her hips to stabilise her as she settled straddled across his lap, her knees falling on the seat either side of his thighs before she reached over to pull the car door shut.

“Scully what are you-“

His question was cut off as Scully shushed him by quickly crashing their lips together with an urgency that ended with the kiss being sloppy and passionate. Their tongues and teeth clashed together as Scully moaned, her hands resting on either side of his neck. Mulder’s hands stayed glued to her hips, not daring to move as she pulled away, her lips swollen with the intensity of their kiss.

Scully rested further down onto his lap as she looked into his eyes, her tongue licking his salty taste off her bottom lip. Mulder swallowed as he searched her eyes, sitting back against the car seat in slight disbelief, his fingers brushing against the fabric of her shirt.

“Not that I’m complaining right now Scully, but wh-“

“We’re going to have sex. Right now.”

Scully’s words cut him off and his lips parted in shock. It wasn’t like her to initiate sex so openly like this, and never while they were on the job, but she knew it was the only way to sate the suddenly overwhelming hunger gnawing at her insides. Scully smirked when she felt Mulder grow hard beneath her, his semi-hard erection rubbing deliciously against her centre as she shifted her weight.

She had to suppress a chuckle with how Mulder sat still, his whole body unmoving with his obvious shock before he rapidly blinked when Scully reached down to unbuckle his belt. Her gaze fell down to watch as she made quick work of unzipping his fly, reaching her fingers inside and teasing him through his boxers. Mulder seemed to catch on that she was serious as his hands moved to her thighs, pushing her skirt up a little bit higher, his eyes still wide and watching her talented fingers bring his erection to full attention.

“Really? You want to have sex? Here? Now?”

“Did I stutter, Mulder?”

Mulder groaned before he gave her a cocky grin, adjusting his hips so she could pull his pants and boxers down enough for his cock to spring free, resting against his stomach. Mulder cleared his throat as his fingertips dug slightly harder into Scully’s thighs in anticipation.

“Heard you loud and clear.”

The position was a little awkward, but Scully smiled when she got herself comfortable again, her eyes looking back up to Mulder’s, her fingertips brushing against his cock softly. Teasing.

“Good. Now let me ride you, Agent Mulder.”

The way his name purred from her lips caused Mulder to groan as Scully lifted herself up slightly, Mulder’s hands keeping her steady. Scully let go of Mulder’s erection as she bunched her skirt up and reached between her legs to pull her underwear to the side, exposing her wet and swollen lips, lips that Mulder couldn’t help but reach out to touch.

Moaning, Scully bit her bottom lip as she let Mulder play with her for a moment, her eyes slipping closed as his slippery fingers brushed against her clit and down to her entrance. His cock was now fully erect and obviously just as excited as Mulder was from the anticipation of what his body knew was coming.

“Jesus, Scully. When did you get this wet?”

Scully’s eyes opened with a smirk, looking down to watch his fingers disappear between her legs before he pulled them away, now coated with her arousal. Mulder looked up at her with dark eyes as he returned to gently rubbing her clit.

“Why don’t you stop teasing me and feel how wet I really am”

She started to get impatient, the want to have him inside her growing as she reached down to touch his cock, giving it a few strokes before she captured his lips with hers again, shuffling forward a little bit to get herself in position. Mulder’s fingers left her centre as he grabbed her hips, now holding her skirt up with both hands, giving her room to see what she was doing.

Breaking away from the kiss, Scully looked down between them as she lined his cock up with her entrance, letting the tip slide between her folds in preparation as Mulder’s grip on her tightened, his hips jerking ever so slightly with a huff of his breath against her forehead.

Once she was satisfied with how wet he now was, she rested her free hand on his shoulder as she began to lower herself down, her breath hitching in her throat as he began to fill her, inch by inch. The desire inside of her was screaming for her to hurry, but she held herself back enough to take her time until he was buried fully inside of her, her hips now flush with his pelvic bone.

Mulder moaned as he bent his head down slightly to capture her lips, his hands coming up to rest on either side of her face, trying to calm himself down while Scully took the time to adjust to him. Scully gave a whimper into his lips as she rocked her hips experimentally before breaking the kiss, pulling away enough to look into his eyes with a smile.

“Mmm, now that’s how I like my Mulder.”

Scully had to admit, no matter how many times they did this, she still got those same butterflies in her stomach with how they seemed to just fit together so well. Placing both hands on Mudler’s chest, she gripped the fabric of his shirt softly between her fingers as she began to get up onto her knees, starting a slow rhythm of riding him up and down before rocking her hips backwards and forwards, still letting her body adjust but trying to somewhat subdue the fire burning in her belly.

The slight grunts coming from somewhere deep in Mulder’s chest sent arousal shooting to her centre as she tilted her head back slightly, allowing herself to pick up her rhythm. It was a little bit difficult in the car, but her height for once was making things easier and it allowed her to rise and fall on his lap without hitting her head. Scully gripped his shirt tighter in her fingers as she leaned forward, resting her forehead on his shoulder, breathing in his scent. The smell of his aftershave mixed with the sweat brought on from the day was intoxicating.

Mulder rested his chin on the mass of Scully’s hair as he fumbled with the shirt at her waist, frantically pulling it out of her skirt to seek the feel of her skin. Scully gave a moan of approval when she felt his slightly calloused fingers against her skin, sliding under her shirt towards her back, fingers sprawled against her spine. The way he touched her, so gently but at the same time claiming his territory made her shiver with arousal as she felt her inner muscles clench around his cock instinctively.

“Jesus Scully!”

Mulder groaned as he gave a kiss to her hair, his hips now starting a rhythm of their own, urged on by the way her walls seemed to invite him in. Scully murmured a muffled “Yes!” into his neck as she matched his rhythm, sitting herself down as he thrust up, getting the deepest angle they could in this position. It wasn’t ideal as Mulder’s knees kept hitting the car door, but it was working in getting them to the goal they both now seemed desperate to seek.

Scully pulled her head away as she gave him a rough kiss before she rested her hands on his shoulders, making it easier for her to begin to speed up her movements, her knees rubbing against the leather of the car seat below. Mulder looked into her eyes as she smirked, clenching around him once again, on purpose this time.

“I need more. Don’t be careful with me now, Mulder.”

Scully’s eyes twinkled with delight as she heard a growl vibrate from Mulder’s throat as he stopped their movements for a moment, using his hands now to tug at her shirt, not bothering to unbutton it all the way, just enough to roughly pull it open at the top, exposing her bra. Scully rested down onto his lap as she quickly unbuttoned his shirt too, exposing the tuft of chest hairs just above his pectoral muscles that she loved so much.

Mulder didn’t hesitate in pushing the left bra cup down, exposing her breast before his mouth latched onto her erect nipple, already a blushed pink colour from her arousal. Gasping, Scully arched up, her hand grabbing onto his hair as she held him against her, his hot mouth sucking and licking her into bliss. She didn’t know what was happening tonight, but her breasts had never been this sensitive to his touch before, it was like every swipe of his tongue against her nipple sent a jolt directly to her clit.

Scully couldn’t sit still any longer, she needed to move. Gripping his hair, she held him against her as she began to rock her hips once more, her clit rubbing against his body with every roll of her hips. Mulder gave her nipple one last suck, pulling it tightly between his lips as he pulled his head back, finally letting it pop out of his mouth. Scully let out a whimper as he started to move with her, his hands returning to her back, sliding underneath her skirt to rest against her ass. Mulder gripped the flesh tightly in his fingers as he started to guide her hips, bringing her down with a little more force than she could achieve on her own. Scully wasn’t usually one to be overly vocal in the bedroom, but as Mulder began to pick up his pace she couldn’t hold herself back, her restraint breaking with the constant brushing of his cock against her g-spot.

“Oh god, Mulder!”

Scully’s voice dropped a few octaves lower, the unusually raspy tones made Mulder groan. He always loved the sound of her voice when it was dripping with her arousal like that. Scully began to fully let herself go, her pace quickening as Mulder matched her thrust for thrust, their skin slapping together as Scully dug her fingers into his chest. Her nails raked down the middle of his chest, leaving angry red marks in their wake, before she gathered his shirt tightly in her clenched fist.

Tilting her head back, Scully exposed the column of her neck and Mulder leaned down quickly, giving it a strong lick before biting on the underside of her jaw, holding the skin tightly between his teeth. Scully could feel his hot breath on her skin as he lifted her body up slightly with every sharp raise of his hips.

Their body heat trapped in the car and mingled with the hot air outside was making it hard to breathe. But neither could stop, not now, they were both past that moment so they just kept moving, their bodies working together in a frantic motion. Scully could feel beads of sweat run down her back and between her breasts while Mulder’s teeth still pinched her skin right on the spot under her jaw that always made her knees weak.

Scully knew he was close, she could feel it in the way his fingers gripped her ass tighter, pulling her down more erratically than before. Moaning with a smile, Scully slipped one hand between their bodies, her fingers reaching her clit on instinct as she quickly began to rub herself in small, tight circles. They could never really time it to come together, but he would always try his best to hold off until she came first, and god did she love him for that.

With the added stimulation against her clit, Scully could feel herself climb towards that peak much faster, her back arching slightly as he grunted at the change in angle before he pulled his lips away from the now marked skin, looking down between them to watch Scully’s fingers rapidly slide across her clit.

“I’ll never get tired of seeing that.”

His voice came out staccato-like in between breaths and Scully smirked, biting her bottom lip as she watched him watch her. There was something so erotic about how he watched her, how his eyes were so dark and his pupils dilated and his pouty lips parted in mesmerisation as his hips continued to pump up into her.

For once, Mulder was the first to break the moment as he quickly looked up at her, catching her gaze as he slowed down his hips, trying to hold himself back from the inevitable. Scully could feel how his fingers held her ass in a death grip and how his thighs shook slightly underneath her as she slowed her fingers down. She would let him get away with not letting her come first this time, only because she knew she was so close to that edge herself it wouldn’t take much coaxing.

“Where do I…umm?”

Mulder frantically looked around the car as Scully gave a breathy chuckle before she sank herself down onto him fully, her hips rolling in circles. He would always double check with her where he could finish, even though the answer was nearly always the same. It was quite endearing really. Scully had already made up her mind that she wanted him to come inside her - that was the cleanest way to do it in the car.

“Where do you come? Well I think you’re already in a prime position here, Mulder.”

Scully emphasised his name with a clench of her inner walls around him which caused him to grunt as he looked back into her eyes. His cheeks were flushed with arousal and his eyebrows knitted together in concentration as he used every part of self restraint he had to not just tumble over that edge. Scully always found how desperate he looked right before he came attractive, knowing that she was the only one lucky enough to see it.

“You know where I want you,” Scully whispered as she nudged her nose with his before their tongues touched in a hot open-mouthed kiss and that was all the approval he needed from her.

Pulling away from the kiss, Mulder quickly began to thrust back up into her. The sudden quick and hard thrusts against her made Scully gasp as she wrapped her hands around his head, gripping his hair as he rested his forehead on her chest. Mulder groaned loudly as he pulled her down hard against him as his hips shot up, forcing himself as deep inside of her as he could and whispering “Dana…coming..” incoherently against the sticky skin of her chest.

Scully gave a moan of approval, feeling him tense before he began grunting as his orgasm took over him. An approving pur resounded deep in her chest and her toes curled as she felt the slight movement of him within her before he started thrusting again, slower this time, using the friction of her to prolong his orgasm. Scully closed her eyes, momentarily basking in the way he felt inside her. She was always amazed by how long he seemed to be able to come and she loved every second of it, especially after she’d missed it for so long.

Mulder’s breath was rapid as he pulled her down onto him once more, staying inside her as he once again latched onto her nipple, tugging it with his teeth. Scully’s body instantly responded to the extra stimulation with a whimper as her fingers quickly resumed their previous rhythm against her clit, her arousal peaking with the feeling of him still hard inside of her and his cock still giving the occasional orgasmic pulse.

The combination of Mulder’s firm sucks and nips of her breast and her fingers rolling over her swollen clit was enough for her orgasm to build rapidly. Scully moaned as she arched her back, her head falling forward, her lips meeting his head with sloppy kisses.

“Mmm I’m coming!”

It was barely a whimper into his hair as Scully’s fingers rapidly circled before her hips twitched and her toes flexed, lights flashing behind her eyes. Giving out a low moan, Scully’s orgasm crashed over her, her fingers slowing down as her body pulsed and contracted in blissful waves. Mulder groaned as Scully’s inner muscles spasmed strongly around him as if trying to pull him in deeper, her entrance milking him for anything he may still have to give to her. Scully lowered herself against his chest since her body was unable to hold itself up any longer as Mulder nuzzled into her skin, kissing her nipple gently with a wet, open mouth. Her fingers tightened in his hair as she continued to clench around him, the throbbing of her clit slowing down under her fingers as her body started to come down from her high and become heavy in his embrace.

Mulder moved his arms to slide up her back, holding her steady against him as her breath began to even out. Scully closed her eyes and just inhaled the scent of Mulder’s hair, making the most of the post-coital bliss she enjoyed so much. Just being in Mulder’s arms like this and him seemingly all over her was something that Scully had never thought she would crave so much. Kissing the top of his head once, she opened her eyes as Mulder moved his head away from her chest, his eyes looking up to hers with a goofy smile on his face. Chuckling, Scully captured his lips in a gentle kiss.

Mulder’s teeth nibbled on her bottom lip and it caused her to shiver, her muscles clenching tightly around Mulder’s cock in response. Hissing, Mulder pulled away as Scully bit her bottom lip. The added stimulation to his now softened cock caused him to twitch uncomfortably. Scully relaxed and brushed his sweaty hair away from his forehead.

“Oh, sorry…Can you get me the tissues out of my bag?”

Mulder turned his head to see her hand bag spilled onto her side of the car, obviously having been knocked over from the centre console during their activities. Moving his hand to rest on her hips, Mulder grabbed the pack of tissues poking out of her bag, giving it to her, his head leaning down once again to kiss her exposed breast, just above her heart. Scully smiled softly as she watched him, pulling out a few tissues, slowly getting back up onto her knees. Giving Mulder one, she tossed the rest of the packet back to her seat.

Scully took her time in sliding off him, not wanting to make this an uncomfortable experience for Mulder. Once free from her heat, his limp cock fell to his body, resting against the fabric of his pants, shiny from the mixture of both their arousal. Scully pulled her skirt up higher so she could see what she was doing as she started to clean herself, smirking with how Mulder’s gaze was so transfixed on her movements.

Once she was satisfied that she was not going to completely ruin her underwear the moment she put them back on, she balled up the wet tissues and reached down and wiggled her hips, sliding her underwear back into place. Scully caught his gaze again as he chuckled, obviously embarrassed about how intensely he was watching her.

She grabbed the tissue hanging loosely in Mulder’s fingers before she let her hand fall to his lap, stroking him softly as she cleaned him, placing a content kiss on his lips.

“Thought you could use some help there, Mulder.”

Mulder nodded dumbly as he returned the kiss before he lifted his hips slightly to pull his pants back up, tucking himself away back into his boxers. Scully took the time to stay up on her knees as he readjusted himself, pulling her bra back over her breast and buttoning up the few buttons on her shirt around her chest. Leaning over she collected the few items that had spilled out of her bag before she placed it back on the centre console. She knew that she had to get off him now, that they had already taken a huge risk doing this both on the clock as well in public so she swung her leg over him, shuffling over the centre console.

Mulder watched her as she settled back into her seat, her thighs squeezed together as she pulled the visor down and flicked the light on in the car so she could check her makeup in the mirror. Scully could feel his eyes on her and she couldn’t help but smile as a warmth once again flooded her system. It wasn’t unusual for them to go more than once but the hungry haze that had possessed her before was duller now, her senses cleared enough for her to know they couldn’t risk doing it in this public setting again.

Scully tilted her head back slightly to brush her hair out of her eyes when she paused, seeing an angry red spot under her jaw, the odd tooth mark dented into her skin. Snapping her eyes to Mulder, she gave him a glare.

“Mulder, how am I going to cover this up?”

Her voice was scolding, but she couldn’t stop the arousal that hit her centre again at the idea of him marking her skin. She was never one to enjoy that, but on the occasions that Mulder did it she had to admit that she enjoyed the little rush of feeling claimed like that.

Mulder’s lips broke out into a smirk as he leaned over, giving her a kiss on the cheek, one she instantly relaxed into, despite her frustration.

“Scully, you aren’t going to cover it up. I want people to see.”

Scully glared at him again as he moved away from her cheek, her fingers reaching out to fall behind his head and pull him back to her by his hair as she kissed him, their swollen lips moving against each other before she gave his pouty bottom lip a sharp bite, a little payback for the obvious hickey on her jaw. Mulder shuffled closer to deepen the kiss and Scully could feel the haze start to cloud her judgement and the fire in her belly alight once again as his hand rested on her thigh, teasing his fingers under the hem of her skirt. It took all her effort to move her hands down to his chest, pushing him back as she broke their kiss, resting their foreheads together.

“We need to stop, Mulder. It’s late, let’s just go and get some rest.”

Scully brushed her fingers against the skin in-between his open shirt and her eyes briefly took notice of the red marks she made before she closed the buttons. Mulder gave her a quick kiss and agreed. Rolling down the car windows, it took some time for them to clear the windows from the steam and condensation that they had built up before Scully could put her shoes back on and drive them back to their hotel. Mulder’s hand still rested on her knee, his thumb absentmindedly rubbing her skin. Scully’s lips were fixed in a content smile the whole drive back.

---♡---

Their hotel was rather low budget, but it wasn’t as bad as some of the places they had been to; at least they got fresh sheets every day and everything was kept fairly clean. Pulling up into their designated parking space, Mulder got out of the car first, running around to the driver's side to open her door. Rolling her eyes, Scully turned off the ignition and grabbed her bag and got out, standing before him as he stepped closer, trapping her between him and the car. Scully raised her eyebrow.

“Mulder? What are yo-“

She was cut off as he grabbed her hips, pulling her against him roughly, and her balance wavered for a moment until he held her close.

“Kiss me goodnight.”

Scully gave him another glare as she looked up into his eyes. He knew her stance on public displays of affection. Even though they had just broken that rule in a major way, there weren’t people possibly watching them deep in the forest. They had been in the safety of the dark and their car, not out in the open under the bright neon glow of the hotel sign. But Scully couldn’t resist the challenging look in his eyes. He knew how to push her competitive buttons like that.

Looking around them quickly, she checked that they were alone before she grabbed his shirt with her free hand and pulled herself up on her tiptoes, while his head bent down to meet in a brief kiss. Scully gave a little whimper as his grip around her body tightened and he deepened the kiss, the taste of the salty sunflower seeds he had eaten to distract himself on the drive back still fresh on his lips.

Scully closed her eyes, tilting her head back as her hand moved to rest on his neck, her thumb stroking his sweaty skin. Mulder held her to him with one strong arm resting against her back as the other stroked her cheek, brushing over the mark left on her jaw as his tongue softly slipped between her parted lips. Squeaking slightly, Scully opened her eyes before she pulled away from his lips, lowering herself back down to the ground. Stroking his lips with her thumb she gave him a smile and slipped the car keys into his hand. He stepped away while she walked backwards towards her hotel room, the smile still on her lips as she watched him.

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

Mulder smiled back to her while she unlocked her door and slipped inside, the flick of red hair the last thing visible before the door shut behind her.

---♡---

Scully rested back against the hotel door for a moment with a grin on her face before she pushed herself off, put her bag on the dresser, and walked towards the bathroom to have a shower and clean herself up a little better than she could earlier in the car with only a few tissues. Even though she had wiped herself mostly clean, she could feel the evidence of him still managing to seep between her legs and make her underwear damp on the drive back to the hotel.

Scully kicked her shoes off as she walked, her fingers working to unbutton her shirt before she mindlessly let it fall to the floor. She was usually a stickler for having things neat and tidy, but the sweat on her skin and the stickiness between her legs begged her to shower first. She could pick everything up after. Once she reached the door of the bathroom, she unzipped her skirt and shimmied her hips, stepping out of the wrinkled fabric.

It already felt so much better to have the air touching her heated skin and she knew that a cool shower would make things feel even better. That was the problem with these run down hotels: the air conditioning was non-existent and there was only so much a squeaky ceiling fan could accomplish.

Her hands went to undo her bra when she heard a few knocks against her hotel door. Looking over her shoulder with a start, Scully swore under her breath as she went to pick her skirt off the floor in a hurry to get dressed before she could open the door.

“Housekeeping, Agent Scully.”

Her fingers dropped the skirt back to the floor as she smirked and the irritation at being disturbed was replaced with a warm flutter in her stomach at hearing Mulder’s voice.

Scully brushed her sweaty hair behind her ears and walked over to the door, choosing to stay in her bra and underwear as she looked through the peep hole to double check it was just him before opening the door, peeking around it. Nodding her head for him to come in, she bit her bottom lip when she saw him wearing only his pants and concluded that his shirt must be lying back in his room somewhere, probably discarded like hers was on the floor.

Shutting the door, Scully watched him as he raised his eyebrows, taking in the fact that she was only wearing very little. Smirking, Mulder stepped towards her, his hands falling to her hips, brushing her skin.

“Well, aren't I a little overdressed?”

Chuckling, Scully reached up to slip the lock and chain across her door, before she closed the gap between them and rested her fingers in the belt loops of his pants. How was it that just being in his presence tonight was enough for her hunger for him to resurface. Her centre pulsed between her legs as she leaned up and Mulder arched his neck to meet her half way as she teasingly brushed her lips against his with not enough pressure to call it a kiss.

“I think you are…maybe we should rectify that, don't you think, Mulder?”

Mulder slipped his hands around to her ass, cupping her roughly before he picked her up, her legs instantly wrapping around his waist with a squeak as he nodded, backing his way towards the bed. The back of Mulder’s knees hit the mattress and he fell backwards, Scully falling on top of him in a fit of giggles.

---♡---

Peeling herself out of his arms, Scully sat up in the rumpled hotel sheets, her body still slick from sweat as she smiled, feeling him reach out for her.

“Where are you going?”

Scully looked down at him in the dark, making out his silhouette from the glow of the neon lights outside. Reaching over, she brushed his hair back as his fingers played with the skin of her thigh. Mulder became cuddlier after sex, and normally Scully would relent and let him have his way, but tonight with the mixture of the heat, sweat and fresh come pooling between her legs, she knew she wanted a shower before she could even think about falling asleep.

“I need a shower. You left quite a mess, Mulder.”

Scully’s fingers brushed his lips and felt a grin form on his under the pads of her thumb before he kissed it.

“I wouldn’t mind seeing you messy because of me for a little bit longer, but if you must.”

Rolling her eyes, Scully bent down to give him a quick kiss, untangling herself from both him and the sheets before she got up and made her way towards the bathroom with her legs pressed a little tighter together. She could feel his eyes on her the whole way and gave him one last look at her naked in the vivid lights of the bathroom, turning to him before she shut the door. A loud groan coming from the bed caused her to chuckle under her breath.

After a quick and relatively cold shower - the weather was muggy and the hotel didn’t have the best hot water to start with -, Scully felt reasonably refreshed. Standing naked in the slightly steamy bathroom, Scully took her time to dry her hair enough before she hung her towel and reached for her toiletry bag up on the cabinet to get her toothbrush ready.

Putting the toothbrush in her mouth, Scully paused and frowned slightly when she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, noticing how much bigger her breasts seemed. Lowering her arms, she leaned in to observe her reflection closer, using her hands to brush against the swollen skin. She noticed how they seemed to sit a little fuller in her hands. Scully pulled her toothbrush out of her mouth and whispered “Huh” under her breath before she lowered her hands slowly, her free hand resting on her belly.

Looking down, Scully’s eyebrows knitted together as she watched her hand brush over the flat expanse of skin, her thumb playing with the gold piercing of her belly button. She looked up once again, catching her own eyes through the mirror. She shouldn’t think such things, it wasn’t possible for her, right? Blinking rapidly, trying to get the thoughts out of her head, she quickly finished brushing her teeth, her eyes not leaving her stomach no matter how hard she tried to look elsewhere.

It was just because she was tired. She hadn’t had a good night's sleep in weeks and her hormones were all over the place, understandably, as she was only running on coffee and, if she was lucky, two hours sleep a night. But the more she thought about it, the more things were starting to fall into place-

“No. Stop it. That’s impossible, you’re just exhausted.”

Scully scolded herself as she spat the excess toothpaste into the sink before rinsing quickly. Opening the bathroom door, she watched Mulder in her bed, laying on his back, the sheets tossed to the side and exposing everything he had to show, his chest rising and falling gently. He looked so peaceful when he managed to sleep. Scully’s thoughts were racing as she picked up their clothes, folding them and putting them onto the dresser before she made her way back to the bed. Looking down at him, Scully smiled softly as she crawled onto the mattress and lay down, letting her damp hair fall onto her pillow looking up at the ceiling.

Mulder shifted beside her and rolled onto his side, his arm sliding over her stomach. Scully sucked in a breath before she looked over at him, seeing his eyes now open and watching her. God, she could get lost in those hazel eyes. Shifting, Scully rolled into him, his arm moving now to fall around her while his fingers traced across her bare skin and the inked pattern on her lower back.

“Did you want me to go?”

Mulder was well aware that she was breaking a lot of her own rules tonight and Scully thought that maybe the best thing would be for him to just go back to his hotel room - then at least they wouldn’t be so obvious in the morning. But all these new thoughts were whirling in her head and there was a tug in her heart that told her that she needed him to stay tonight. After all, even though they would have to be up in a few hours anyway, they always seemed to sleep better with one another.

Scully moved her arms to tuck under her chin as she snuggled into him and his arms pulled her closer instinctively. Scully took a deep breath and his scent filled her senses as she sighed. One leg slipped in between his and the other slung over his hips as she placed a kiss to his throat.

Scully shook her head and Mulder relaxed back into the bed, chuckling. She wrapped her arms around him as best she could, her head resting under his chin in their usual sleeping position. Mulder adjusted himself to get comfortable as he nuzzled into her damp hair, kissing her head softly.

“I’ll take that as a no. Night, Scully.”

“Goodnight, Mulder.”

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anghraine · 3 years

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Well, now I’m curious, and I’ll love to read your input on this. So would you set P&P the novel during the 1790s? I reread the novel recently and (since I’m no historian) couldn’t really pick up any time markers. But I’ve read jaff set during the napoleonic wars. So, what I’m really curious here is your thoughts on that, I guess? Was Colonel Fitzwilliam fighting Napoleon?

I do set P&P in the 1790s, yes. The traditional dating of the novel is 1811-1812, so fandom isn't wrong per se, though the treatment of that dating as 100% canon is a mistake IMO (I've been corrected by overzealous fans on this point multiple times!).

Chapman suggested 1811-1812 in his influential calendars for the novels, and Ellen Moody has laid out an elaborate calendar using those historical years (you can still find it online here, though with speculation about Austen's process and what the original version of P&P was like that influences the conclusions). She does acknowledge the possibility of 1795-6, 1799/, 1802-3, and/or some combination of those with 1811-1812, with influence from as early as 1794—and you can find arguments for a 1794-5 calendar, too.

In fandom, I think the prevalence of the Regency calendar is also reinforced by the immense popularity of the 1995 P&P, which continues to influence much of fandom's perception of the characters, the setting, the clothes, etc, and which was very much a 'Regency' production.

But there are a few things that people typically base the setting on, and I can talk some about those.

Firstly, there are a few internal dates. These are not entirely consistent with any actual year, but that doesn't mean that Austen didn't have a particular year in mind (she did for Persuasion and there are some inconsistencies there also, iirc).

There is the arrival of the militia and the departure to the Brighton camp (often believed to be influenced by the Brighton camp that lasted, I think, until 1795), and the reference at the end of the novel to the restoration of peace affecting the Wickhams’ lifestyle. This might be a reference to the temporary peace of 1802, or Austen was optimistically looking forwards to a peace that had not yet been reached when P&P was published.

There are a few historical references—Mrs Gardiner brings news of fashion changes from London, there's a reference to Elizabeth's skirts being the kind that can be let down to cover her muddied under-skirt, there's Darcy's belief that they live in a time for buying books (this could refer to various things in various points of time, of course), there's Mr Bennet owning a gown for powdering his hair (he might be old-fashioned and/or making a political statement after the tax on hair powder led to the abandonment of the fashion, or it might simply take place in the days of hair powder, or be a relic from an earlier draft in which it did—none of this is certain).

I do think the references lean more towards the 1790s, by contrast to (say) Persuasion, which has clear references to the 1810s that it’s set in. I also think that, more amorphously, S&S/P&P/NA feel like they take place in a different, earlier world than Persuasion and Sanditon.

That said, Austen wanted her novels to feel contemporary and worried about NA in particular being too dated for publication by the 1810s. So I think it’s also possible that the original P&P was more clearly set in the 1790s and Austen actively tried to update it/re-set it in 1811-1812 or whatever, or at least dial down 1790s-specific elements to make it accessible to the audience of 1813 (despite some elements being difficult to remove wholesale, most notably w/ the militia).

It’s also possible that she was partially inspired by different events over the long process of creation/revision/publication, and multiple events from different points in time made their way into the version we have today—it is fiction, after all.

But if we’re going to try and set it in an actual historical period, I personally find the arguments for the 1790s the most persuasive.

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americxn · 3 years

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Escape From Briarcliff (Kit x GN!Reader)

>> reader attempts to break Kit out of Briarcliff <<

((please excuse how messily this is written, I was very tired whilst writing/proofreading it))

wordcount: 4.3k warnings: angst? swearing, violence, blood mention

Your breaths came out sharp and laboured, the chill air meeting them and turning them to small, cloudy puffs, drifting up into the dark canvas of the night sky. The stones of the wall you leant against were slick beneath your palm, the light smattering of rain falling upon the world having soaked thoroughly into your clothes during the hour long trek it had taken to get to the wretched building that housed your lover; Kit had been condemned to the towering, impenetrable walls of Briarcliff only three weeks ago, but his absence had stretched those days into eternity. He didn’t know you had come for him, which only made the task at hand infinitely difficult. You had never so much as stepped into this building before, and now you faced having to both break in and break back out again with Kit by your side.

There was a tall archway cut into the stone somewhere on the Eastern side of the building; you had seen it in the few pictures of the corrupt institution that you had managed to source and with some further research, you had discovered that the archway led into an underground tunnel that wove itself through the solid foundations of the building. It supposedly opened into a long since forgotten chamber that was now used for storage and it was this knowledge that you clutched to, praying that the ‘supposedly’ was fruitful. It was this tunnel, eerily named the ‘death chute’ that made your unfeasible plan possible.

The unearthly sounds that had been distantly emanating from the forest surrounding the building seemed to become louder; you shook off the sickening sense of dread that the unknown noises instilled in you, your eyes large and bright in the smothering darkness. You swallowed, continuing to search the side of the building for the archway, the unforgiving cold of the bricks biting into the skin of your palm. Trying to quell the terror pooled in a deep well within you was impossible, and so you let it fuel you, savouring the burn it implemented to the back of throat and allowing it spur you on. If this was how you felt after spending mere moments on the outside of the building, you couldn’t imagine the fear plaguing Kit’s every waking moments.

You shrieked when the wall suddenly gave way beneath your palm, stumbling to regain your balance, panting hard. The deep night made it almost impossible to see so much as a foot in front of you, but you were sure that this was what you were looking for. Squaring your shoulders, you took a deep, steadying breath and stepped out before the opening in the wall, the darkness swirling within impossibly dark, yawning open before you. Stepping into the mouth of the building, the very air seemed too heavy, too quiet, the noises echoing from the trees at your back becoming muted as soon as you stepped past the threshold of the archway and into the tunnel.

The sounds of your own breathing and reluctant steps taken further into the dark bounced back to your own ears, goosebumps rising onto your skin; you were sure that their formation was not of a result of the rain-soaked clothes hanging heavily off your frame. Forcing yourself to take another step, and another, your spine prickling more persistently with each foot you moved deeper into the belly of the building, you conjured a glowing image of Kit’s face in the forefront of your mind to convince you to keep advancing, the memory of the softness of his skin swirling around your fingertips.

The darkness was so deep that you were unsure of whether your eyes were open or not and time didn’t seem to exist in the swathing darkness, the ground rough underfoot as you forced yourself to venture deeper, deeper, deeper. You kept your palm pressed flat against the decaying walls as you went, following it’s twists and curves, cringing whenever your skin trailed over something that didn’t feel like the mildew slick stone of the wall. This was enough to tear away anyone’s sanity. The dark, the heaviness of the air that seemed to cool the body from the inside when drawn in, the utter silence that exposed the sounds of your own ragged breathing, sharpened with fear, and the frantic fluttering of your heart as it struggled to pump your life source, which had been long turned to icy sludge by bitter terror.

Your swallow was loud in your ears as the wall made a sharp turn, unease spider crawling down your spine as you followed the corner; your heart stumbled when you beheld the thin shaft of light bordering the end of the stone corridor, both relief and raw fear spilling over you. Perhaps a small, concealed part of you had been hoping that the twisting halls would lead you to a dead end and you would be forced to retrace your steps and find another, less ominous way into the building. You strode for the thin strip of light spilling onto the rocky ground, your touch on the wall becoming lighter and lighter as you approached the large door, almost stumbling over your feet in your eagerness to get out of the overbearing darkness. Laying your palms flat on the heavy door, you pushed, thanking any god that might be listening when it gave way beneath your touch, swinging open and bathing you in dim light.

The room beyond was large and mercifully empty, boxes upon boxes pushed against the walls in stacks, broken pieces of worn down furniture scattered about the room. You located the door on the opposite wall and hurried for it, briefly pausing to press your ear against its surface, listening intently to ensure that nobody occupied the hallway beyond. Silence greeted you and so you pushed it open, glancing down each side of the empty corridor before softly easing the door closed behind you. The inside of the building was just as unsettlingly quiet as the tunnel you had just manoeuvered through, but at least the interior was well lit.

A fresh wave of panic had your insides twisting and chest constricting; you hadn’t thought this far ahead. You had no idea where you were and where you needed to go to find Kit. Taking a steadying breath, you glanced down each end of the hall once more, attempting to deduce which way you should venture. To your left was a door set into what seemed to be the end of the corridor but to your right, the corridor bent, large windows set into the stone of the wall, looking out into the inky blackness of the night. It was an easy decision. You went right, skirting along the edge of the hallway on light feet, glancing around the bend of the hall before emerging into the new, slightly wider stretch of corridor that was once again blessedly empty. Several doors lined each side of the hall and your heart paused each time you had to pass one, terrified that someone would burst out and drag you into an unknown room. Batting the unwelcome thoughts away, you continued on, the occasional distant echo of a door slamming shut making you violently flinch.

Your boy was somewhere in this building and that was only thought amongst many that spurred you on, that kept you placing one foot after the other, venturing through corridor after corridor, choosing your paths based on how open they looked, never taking a turn into a dead end. Eventually, the seemingly unending labyrinth of halls opened into a grand room which you assumed was the heart of the complex, a wide set of stairs snaking around and around, branching off to different levels above you, a large glass dome spilling the dim moonlight onto the lower floors, its illumination eerie and lustrous. You took a glance around, shrinking back into the corridor when two men, smartly dressed and carrying an air of authority, passed through the centre of the opening, their footsteps echoing up through the cavernous space to the ceiling high above, conversing softly with one another. Guards, if their uniforms and essence of corruption was any indication. They strode off into another hall, your heart hammering against your ribs as you glanced around once; several smaller hallways branched off the open space, the walls lined with doors. Across from you, a large, open doorway looked into a gaping room, strange music leaking out from within. There was people in there, you noticed, people lounging in armchairs, gazing vacantly into space, people hitting their heads of the wooden pillars reaching up from the floor to the ceiling, people shrieking and squawking at one another. Definitely not guards.

Taking another thorough glance around the open space, scanning the floors above you, you hurried across the exposed space, neck prickling as you did so before tucking yourself behind one of the large open doors, chest heaving. You were so terribly aware of how painfully out of place you looked, soaked through to the skin, hair limp with the weight of the raindrops, face gaunt from the prolonged state of fear that your mounting panic held your under.

Taking a deep breath, you peered around the door, craning your neck to look fully into the room. That strange music filled your anxiety clouded conscious, disorienting you as you focused on scanning the room for any sign of Kit. The room was crawling with patients, most dead eyed, their hair matted in large tangles at the backs of their heads. Your gut roiled with a dizzying combination of unease and utter commiseration for these poor people but you forced your gaze to tear away from the man stood in the corner of the large space, rocking slowly back and forth on his feet, the jeans at his crotch stained with wetness, peering further around the door to scan the far side of the wall. You drew in a breath, shrinking back as your new vantage point revealed the burly looking guard lounging in a wooden chair by the doorway. Frozen, you watched for several seconds, noting the book clutched in his large hands resting upon his lap; all of his attention was trained on the words sprawling across the crisp pages of the book, so engrossed in whatever it was he was reading that his shoulders were curved inwards on himself, the small frown matched with the slight part of his lips informing you that this man would only draw his gaze from the book if an urgent situation were to arise. Tearing your eyes from him, you continued your search, fingers gripping tightly onto the edge of the door as you risked leaning tentatively forwards once more.

Your mind fell utterly still when you saw him. He was leant against one of the tall wooden pillars near the back of the room, facing you with one of his knees bent to brace his foot on the surface he lounged against, a cigarette dangling from his lips. Your heart seemed to shed some heavy weight at the sight of him, still looking decently well kept, the shadow of a bruise painting colour around one of his eyes. The urge to sprint for him was unbelievably strong, bringing tears to your eyes as you watched him bring his hand up to his mouth, catching the cigarette between the lithe fingers that you had missed so desperately and tap the ash from the tip onto the floor, expelling his lungful of smoke into the musty air and watching will dull eyes as it drifted up before dissipating into nothing.

Taking one final glance into the open space at your back, then to useless guard positioned against the wall adjacent to the door, spine prickling relentlessly, you stepped out from around the door, breathing hard as you began to gesture frantically at Kit, begging him to lift his gaze once more and behold you waving desperately at him. Nobody else seemed to notice your presence, to your poorly registering relief, as you took small step forwards, Kit’s eyes trained on the floor, seemingly lost in bottomless thought. You took another frantic glance over your shoulder before taking another step forwards, jaws clenching to bite back a cry as you gestured feverishly.

Another glance behind you and another tentative step across the threshold of the room had you struggling to pull in a full breath through your clenched jaw. Time seemed to freeze when Kit’s eyes flicked up, briefly falling back to the floor before his whole head jerked up in your direction, eyes widening and face contorting in terror. A tear leaked from your eye as you offered him a watery smile, face creasing with anxiety before you hastened back a few steps, checking the space behind you again before ducking back behind the door. The cigarette fell from Kit’s fingers as he pushed away from the pillar he was leant against. He had crossed the large room in several long strides, his eyes trained on the spot you had disappeared from, unsure if the medication he was forced to take was bringing you to him in a cruel mirage or if you were actually here.

The guard stood suddenly, almost stumbling as he was pulled out of the trance his book had placed him in, stepping in front of the door and holding out a hand as Kit approached. Kit’s eyes flashed as his path to you was blocked; you tucked yourself further into the safety of the open door, straining to listen and watching the two men through the small crack of the wooden jamb. Your view from the guard was obscured but you watched as Kit shoved the man’s hand away from his chest with a scowl. “I need to go to the bathroom.” Kit insisted, trying to skirt around the mans body, who moved with Kit, ensuring that he couldn’t get past. “Then I have to come with you.” The guard spoke levelly in a gritty tone, watching in mild irritation at the minor interruption as Kit tipped his head back towards the ceiling. “Fine.” He gritted out, waiting until the guard had turned to lead him from the room before sparing the door you hid behind a glance. His silent plea was clearly displayed, gleaming amongst the suppressed desire shining in his eyes: Leave.

You shook your head despite being hidden from him, watching as he followed the man into the open space of the room you were tucked away in, trailing a foot or two behind the guard. Kit craned his neck, searching for you as he was led away from you and into one of the many hallways branching off the main room. You peered out from around the door, locking eyes with Kit, pulse fluttering in your throat as he was led away.

Fuck, fuck, fuck.

You had no other choice but to push away from the safety of the door, glancing up at the levels above you before stepping into the exposure of the room, hurrying across the space just as Kit stepped across the threshold into the corridor, glancing at you in wide eyed disbelief as you chased after him, your treads feather light.

Barely breathing, you paused by the wall upon seeing that the hallway was completely empty aside from the two men now striding quickly away from you, nothing to use for concealment, nothing to hide behind. Kit seemed to notice too, throwing a shallow shake of the head over his shoulder as he was lead deeper into the corridor.

Mind working, you ran your fingers feverishly through your hair, scanning the ground floor of the space you now stood in, precious time slipping through your grasp. Kit had almost reached the sharp bend at the end of the hall by the time you had pieced together a dangerously unprepared plan; hurrying back to the doorway you had hidden behind, you stepped into the room, lunging for the heavy tome that the guard had discarded on his chair, the leather cover still warm from his body heat. One of the patients grunted loudly at you, watching you run from the room with an unplaceable emotion. You cringed at the slapping of your thin shoes against the worn marble floor, too loud as you crossed the room before hurtling down the hall, the book a heavy weight in your arms as you skidded, almost losing your balance before you pushed off the wall, using its momentum to barrel around the acutely angled corner. Kit and the guard turned in synchronisation as you appeared, fuelled by unrelenting fear and nauseating apprehension. Digging your feet into the ground, forcing your body to a stop, you raised the book high in the air, Kit twirling and taking ahold of the arm the man lifted to ward you off as you slammed the brick of paper down on his head with considerable force.

Kit stepped away as the guard crumpled to the floor with a shriek of indignant surprise, your lovers eyes stretching even wider when you pushed past him, your fear induced anger fuelling your motions as you raised the book once more, striking it onto the man’s pain pinched face. The impact rumbled through your fingers, the bridge of his nose giving way with an abhorrent crunch. Kit watched on, too stunned to act as you brought the tome down onto the guard’s face a third and final time, a sense of sick satisfaction spurring you on as thick rivulets of blood spilled from his broken noise, the man sputtering on his own hot life source that poured from him. His body slumped against the cold tiles of the floor as you delivered the final blow with wild eyes; you threw the book with force onto the sated mans chest, breathing hard as you turned to Kit.

He launched himself at you, nearly knocking you off your feet with the force of the embrace he pulled you into, hot tears spilling down both of your faces as you were finally able to feel one another. “Are you insane?” He croaked, pulling away from you and taking your face in his warm hands. “Maybe.” You said in a shaky tone through your tears, reaching up to grip onto his wrists. “But you’re not. You shouldn’t be in here.” Kit offered you a trembling laugh, his grip on your jaw tightening. You reached to swipe the few stray tears from his flushed cheeks before surging forwards, your restraint lapsing, and connecting your lips to his. He savoured the warmth of your mouth, pouring his love for you through the touch before pulling away and taking your hand. “We need to go. Now.” You nodded, too overcome with raw emotion to offer him any verbal agreement before tugging on his hand, the two of you hurrying back down the corridor in the direction you had just come from. You paused at the threshold of the dangerously open space that housed the hallway you had initially emerged from, pulling on Kit’s hand once you were sure that there was no one lingering by the railings of the overhanging levels skirting the large cavern of the room.

Kit scanned the space frantically, some of your fear transferring to him. Your own felt dulled by Kit by your side, his presence a welcome solstice that you grasped onto with all of your strength as you skirted around the room to the opening you needed to slip into. The distant slamming of a door made you audibly shriek, Kit’s hand tensing around yours as the echoing noise cruelly frightening you both.

You managed to ignore the overbearing urge to run until slipping into the somewhat familiar hallway, Kit’s grip on our hand unfaltering as you fought to keep your breathing even. You weren’t alone anymore. And yet somehow, it made you all the more frantic; you had more to lose now. You had dragged Kit into whatever the fuck this plan was and you’d be damned if you allowed yourself to be ripped from his side again. Your fingers shook with the possibility that he very much could be taken from you once more, so soon after being reunited. Glancing at him, the gaunt cheeks, the shadows sharpening the planes of his face, his chapped lips and blackened eye... you swallowed thickly, returning the uneasy smile he offered you, your fingers squeezing his in a weak gesture of attempted reassurance.

A shout ripped through the air from behind you.

Kit went utterly still as you whirled, mouth going utterly dry as you beheld the two guards you had seen passing through the open room earlier, their faces twisting in confusion as they pinned their cold gazes upon you.

“Run.” You rasped, tightening your grip on Kit’s hand and yanking him after you as you broke out into a frantic sprint, the heavy footsteps of your new assailants echoing down the hall to your ears as they ran for you, feet pounding against the hard floor. The two of you hurtled around the corner, hand in hand, your teeth clenched painfully hard in order to stop any of the terrified sobs that clawed their way up your throat from spilling over and splattering onto the floor beneath you fast moving feet. The wall at the next bend was a harsh impact beneath your outreached hand as you slammed into it, unable to slow your momentum and utilise it to spur you faster, pushing off it and turning into the new stretch of hall, ignoring the biting pain it sent radiating through your arm.

Your mind began screaming, eyes blinking back the cloudy sheen of panic blurring the edges of you vision, the only sound the breath rasping through your own gritted teeth and the pounding footsteps of the men behind you, rapidly gaining ground as you and Kit stumbled through the halls, partially blinded by ever mounting terror.

You were reluctant to welcome the fear but let it latch onto you regardless, enabling it to spur you on, encouraging you to run faster, thighs burning, another sharp corner looming before you.

Faster.

Your inner voice screamed at you and you complied, feet moving unthinkingly beneath you, Kit matching your speed, his chest alight with singeing breaths that tore threw him, your palm slick with cold, clammy sweat against his. Barrelling blindly through hallway after hallway of the wretched building, you allowed the terror to take over, lending your body to it and allowing it to sharpen your senses like a whetstone. Your breathing had been reduced to wet rasps, your teeth gritting as you pushed past the searing in you legs, forcing yourself to keep moving, Kit’s eyes gleaming in alarm as he threw a glance over his shoulder. He overtook you, dragging you after him and

encouraging you to move, his secure grip on your hand lending you more energy to keep going, to keep moving, pushing and pushing until you reached the hallway where the room connecting to the death chute awaited. You spied the plain wooden door at the far end and gave one last burst of energy, hurtling down the final corridor, sobs ripping uncontrollably from your throat. You slammed into the door, throwing the entirety of your body weight into it, stumbling as it gave way beneath you shoulder and hauling Kit after you with a wrenching tug.

The small pause that interrupted your pace as you hurriedly manoeuvered around the door was detrimental, Kit’s hand coming to brace against the wood of the doorframe as your harsh pull knocked his balance off axis. That small pause was all your assailants needed.

Kit’s hand was torn from yours with a grunt, his nails raking harshly across your skin as he grappled to regain purchase. You whirled, icy dread dulling your senses as you watched his body being hauled away from you, back into the hallway, his face twisting in rage as he struggled to fight the guard holding him off. The other man paid Kit’s shouts of indignation no attention as he pushed his way into the room. You stumbled over your own feet, backing away from the man before managing to gather some of your sense once more, tugging it along like a weight as you turned for the door that led to the darkness that would take you to freedom. Kit’s cry of terror as the other guard approached you, no longer feeling the need to run as he watched you pitifully scramble for the door, collapsing against it and fumbling with the handle.

You had been so close, so so close, and now-

A large hand latched onto the crown of your head, the fingertips grappling into your hair in order to gain purchase. You yelped in fear, the wood of the door splintering and sending small shards ramming beneath your fingernails as you struggled to pull it open. The guard wasted no time, having no interest in drawing this out as he used his grip on your hair to yank your head back. The impact as your skull was unmercifully slammed against the door that housed your freedom was confounding, a wet thud emanating when your temple made contact with the thick wood. Darkness was upon you immediately, a strange cold sensation prickling through your fingertips and up the length of your wrists before your body slumped, Kit’s cry landing on your rapidly deafening ears as the man took up your limp body in his arms.

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noctuaas · 4 years

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ON THE DOWN LOW

synopsis; you share a dirty little secret with your host family’s son.

pairing; tendou satori x reader

content; nsfw/smut, fem!reader, friends with benefits, clothed sex, morning sex, don’t get caught

word count; 1.8k

At this rate, you were going to be late for school. Wouldn’t that look great; the one foreign exchange student in your homeroom stumbling into class long after the bell, out of breath with her hair mussed up and skirt wrinkled. You could only pray that no one on the school board would choose to call up your host family and tell them that not only was the exchange student they were housing tardy this morning, but their son was as well.

You couldn’t exactly blame Tendou for initiating this at such an unusual time. He saw an opportunity, and he pounced on it, simple as that. With his mother out of town and his father already gone for an early morning business meeting, you honestly weren’t even surprised that he spent the morning spouting off flirtatious comments; only that it led to this.

“You’re not gonna have time for breakfast,” you panted down at him.

“What do you mean?” Tendou finally pulled away from the home he had found between your legs. His eyes travelled up to meet your own, and you knew from personal experience that your clothes were the only thing stopping his gaze from taking a detour across your body. “This is my breakfast.”

“I think most people would rather have breakfast in bed,” you joked back. Risking a glance at the clock on the microwave, you saw there was less than 30 minutes until class started.

“I figured eating at the counter was quicker,” he chuckled deviously. Tendou mirrored your glance, quickly evaluating his options before slowly beginning to rise to his feet. The light caught your slick smeared across his lips, glinting tauntingly before getting drug under his tongue. He was never one to wipe his chin with the back of his hand. Instead, he licked everything away, savoring your taste, like he was on death row and you really were his last meal.

As he rose to your level, you pushed up from where you were leaning back on the countertop and met his lips halfway. The redhead’s tongue was against yours immediately, insisting you taste yourself in his mouth.

It was almost intoxicating, only fueled by the feeling of Tendou’s clothed erection pressing against your bare sex. You couldn’t resist the whine that seeped between your lips when his fingers clawed at your hips, pulling you ever closer.

Time was of the essence here, and at this point you were becoming needy. The hand that had found its way into his hair rerouted to slip down to his waistband, but you were interrupted.

“You should ask nicely,” Tendou intercepted your fingers at his belt, barring you from entrance.

“You started it,” you scoffed like a petty little kid.

Tendou didn’t move an inch. Those scarlet eyes of his bore into you, and you tried to stare back, but your resolve was no match to his. “Please,” you finally murmured, fingers nudging his belt buckle once more. His devious grin stretched wider at your submission.

He had the tip of his cock pressing into you faster than you had ever seen. There was no undressing; the only thing tossed away was his belt, which joined your previously discarded underwear on the tile floor with a clank; the slacks of his uniform were shoved down just below his ass cheeks, barely far enough to free himself.

The feeling of Tendou filling you made you let out a long sigh, like he was finally relieving a persistent ache. Instinctually, your legs hiked higher up his sides, pulling him deeper, and if it weren’t for the fact that he was already sliding himself back out, you’d have crossed your ankles to keep him close.

Tendou found a rhythm quickly. It started out slow, focused more on technique and allowing himself to kiss and tug at your lips before moving to lap at your throat hungrily; if you didn’t know any better, you’d almost say it was sensual. It didn’t last long though, each thrust increasing with speed until he was driving into you at the rapid pace you expected from this race against time.

“Fuck, kitten, you feel so good,” Tendou groaned into the crook of your neck. The pet name sent tingles through your skin, crawling down your body until it settled like fire in your lower gut. The only response you gave was the flex of your fingers, nails digging into his shoulders and grasping at his shirt.

The force of his thrusts caused you to let out little mewls and moans in huffs, breath escaping your lungs with every slam of his hips against yours. Tendou had to hook an arm under your knee and grab onto your thigh to keep you flush with the edge of the counter. Though his palm was cold to the touch, you swore your skin burned under the calloused pads of his fingers.

Combined with the tightening internal coil from Tendou’s actions, the burning of your abs as you tried to hold yourself upright was becoming too much to handle. Pulling away from Tendou’s face, you placed your hands behind you so you could lean back and brace against them. You were just beginning to sink back onto your elbows when the sound of the door to the utility room crashing open jolted you from your bliss.

Shooting back upright, a yelp of surprise nearly escaped you, but Tendou’s hand was clamped over your mouth in an instant. You both stared at each other, wide-eyed and frozen in place, as footsteps echoed from the utility room. It was only separated from the kitchen by a small, open archway.

When a voice grumbled out something about ‘forgot my briefcase,’ you instantly recognized it as Tendou’s father.

Step, step, step.

The sound of his heavy footfalls seemed to retreat further into the laundry room, but you knew he still couldn’t be more than 10 feet away. Tendou craned his neck back, trying to peek further past the doorway, before turning back to you with that mischievous smirk of his.

“Shhh,” he whispered almost inaudibly, letting go of your leg and placing a finger over his lips. You didn’t even have time to wonder what he was up to before he was pushing himself back into you, slowly, as if testing the waters.

The pleasant pressure was minor enough to ignore, and the only response you gave was a worried glance past Tendou’s shoulder at the doorway. You could still hear the shuffling of movement across the wall.

Displeased by your lack of reaction, Tendou took the hand that wasn’t covering your mouth and brought it down between your hips. His thumb dipped around where you two were connected, collecting your juices so that when he moved it up to rub your clit, it glided over it without unwanted friction.

Now, that got your attention. Your stomach tensed and you huffed into his fingers, which only led Tendou to tighten his grip on your face; his hand was firm enough that not a lick of air would escape your mouth, but just barely gentle enough that no marks would be left.

His thumb brushed against your clit in every direction until he found the perfect mix of pressure and angle that made your hips buck and eyes roll into fluttering eyelids. As soon as he discovered this, he repeated the motion, but this time snapped his hips into you as well.

Oh, how badly you wanted to gasp and whine and moan his name, but instead you choked on your own voice and forced it back into your chest.

If we get caught, you thought, I’m so getting kicked out of the exchange program.

You hated to admit it, but the idea was kind of thrilling. It was like throwing lighter fluid on the fire in your belly.

Every time the roll of Tendou’s hips lined up perfectly with the way he thumbed your clit, white hot electricity seared through your lower abdomen. He was hitting that spot more and more, and the heat was pooling now. You grabbed onto his wrist, the one at your face, and squeezed sharply; you were trying to channel every urge to cry out into the aching grip you had on his arm.

The coil in your gut was seconds from snapping, and you could tell Tendou was in a similar boat; his jaw was clenched and his eyes half lidded. You begged him with your eyes, silently told him how badly you wanted to cum.

Through both your hazes, the sound of a briefcase clicking closed broke in. It was quiet, barely louder than a pin drop, yet somehow felt as loud as a gun firing next to your ear. Tendou’s head lifted slightly in realization, then he gave you a hasty nod of encouragement.

Creeeaaaaakkk, slam!

As soon as his father was gone, Tendou was mumbling, “Come for me, baby girl, come on.”

He didn’t have to ask twice. You were already falling over the edge, the pleasure rolling from your core out to your finger and toe tips before rolling back again. He finally broke his hand away from your face, and you gasped for air, gasped his name, gasped until your lungs couldn't take any more. Your heels dug into his back, pressed into his spine like you might be able to collapse into him.

You didn’t know exactly how long it took for Tendou to finish behind you. You were coming down from your high and the next thing you knew, he had his cock in his hand and he was spilling out all over your thighs.

Both of you heaved until your breathing evened out, foreheads pressed together. At long last, Tendou broke the silence with a chuckle, and you couldn’t resist laughing as well.

When he peeled away from you to grab a dish towel and clean you up, your skin stuck together from the sticky sheen of sweat. You were lucky he managed to not get anything on your skirt.

“You’re in big trouble,” you said as he placed his routine post-sex kiss on your cheek.

“Why—” he babbled incredulously, “What for?”

“Because,” you glanced at the clock, “We have less than 15 minutes to get to class.”

“Shit!” Tendou scrambled to pull himself together, hastily running about as he shoved his dick back in his pants. You followed suit, jumping off the counter and grabbing your underwear. You tugged them on with about as much coordination as you could while hopping down the hall to get your backpack and shoes. You were both running around like bats out of hell, cackling with laughter by the time you were out the door.

You ran the whole way to school. At least it was a reasonable explanation for why you looked sweaty enough to have just had a sex marathon.

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sentinelpri · 3 years

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Happier (Sentinel Prime x Optimus Prime)

Optimus was nervous as he sat in the cafeteria with Elita One next to him, a cube of energon in her strong servos. She listened to him rant about Sentinel, who was wanting to take Optimus on some escapade to sneak into the brigades’ locker rooms that night with no other explanation than ‘it’ll be fun’.

They were done with their training for that cycle and were given the next deca-phase to eat, get their things situated, and recharge in their cots before the next day of training... But of course, Sentinel wanted to sneak off and drag him into trouble- right before Elita’s birthday, no less!

But, as Optimus sat there mid-ramble, he realized just how much he missed the older bot. Sentinel had been preoccupied with one thing or another that kept him from making it to their lunch, and while Optimus was grateful for the opportunity to buy Elita fuel to celebrate her birthday early and have some quality time with her, he couldn’t help but crave that familiar strong arm over his shoulder like it usually was.

Still, he continued talking to Elita One like nothing was wrong, half-heartedly slamming his palms down onto the table. The bustle of other bots in training and commanders around them getting their energon and oil filled the large room with so much noise that no one else could drop in on their conversation, so he didn’t act embarrassed- after all, Elita knew his qualms with Sentinel as well as… Other things to do with him and Sentinel, those of which he wasn’t so proud to admit.

“I just don’t see why he has to take me with him!” Optimus exclaimed with a huff. It was true- Sentinel was constantly taking him on risky ventures for Primus-knows-what, sometimes with Elita One, and sometimes without her. While he enjoyed the time with Sentinel and felt special for being the one chosen to go with him, it often confused him.

“Oh, come on, don’t act like you don’t like the attention from him,” Elita quipped back and playfully pushed his shoulder-plating. Naturally, the femme forgot how much power she had and accidentally pushed him a little too far, but he managed to sit up and look at her with a sheepish grin. Her tone was accusatory, because of course it was- she knew about his crush on Sentinel, she was the only one Optimus could talk to about it. “You know why he does it, don’t you?”

“No idea,” The red and blue bot confessed.

“It’s because he wants an excuse to spend time with you but won’t ask you out on a date,” Elita One winked and slammed down the rest of her energon cube in one big gulp. Meanwhile, Optimus hadn’t touched his, too caught up in his thoughts to bother with it and even more caught up in what Elita had just said.

Yes, the blue and yellow femme had always supported him and listened to him vent about his hidden feelings for Sentinel, but she’d never once insinuated that it might’ve been mutual. Not able to believe it, Optimus gasped.

“W-What? No way!”

“Yes way,” Elita grinned and reached for the younger bot’s energon cube. He didn’t object, letting her chug that one down too. After she was done, she stacked the two empty cubes on top of each other and continued talking. “Have you seen the way he looks at you?”

Optimus tried to think back to how Sentinel had looked at him, and… Well, he assumed it was the same way Sentinel would gaze at any bot; a grin on his face, aquamarine optics filled with mischief and something soft and youthful, faceplates dusted the same light pink that typically adorned his sharp cheeks.

“I mean, it’s the same way he looks at every-“ Optimus had started to answer, though a bit unsure of himself, his friend cut him off with a groan.

“No it’s not, you dolt!” Elita One raised her voice enough to catch the attention of some of the others in the cafeteria, but when they had the nerve to look at her, she glared at them, effectively scaring them into looking away and returning to their previous activities. Then, she continued. “The way Sentinel looks at you… He looks at you like you put the stars in the sky, Optimus.”

She sounded genuine, so for once, Optimus knew it wasn’t some cruel prank from her and Sentinel’s end, but… It just felt so sudden! Since when did Sentinel return his feelings? Why did Elita know about it, and how did Sentinel look at him in such a way without him even noticing?

No- it had to have been a joke… Right? It was just too good to be true. Surely it was a cruel, messed up prank from Elita’s end.

“I, um… I think we’re just close friends,” Optimus murmured and moved to scratch the back of his neck with his digits. There was a moment of silence between him and Elita where he averted his gaze from hers. “Yes, that’s it, at least in his optics. You might be misreading things.”

“Have you ever noticed how much he touches you?” Elita asked with a tilt of her head, sounding ever so sure of herself. She did have a point, of course, but Optimus had always assumed Sentinel was just the touchy type- shoulders bumping shoulders, servos on servos, servos on shoulders and on thighs, legs tossed over legs, chin resting on top of his helm… The way Sentinel touched him was affectionate and friendly, or so he had assumed, but maybe it was something more? Still, just to be sure-

“I thought he was like that with everyone?”

“Nah,” Elita brushed him off with a giggle and a shake of her head… Now he was starting to feel plain stupid. The way she talked about it made it seem like Sentinel had blatantly obvious feelings for Optimus like he had for Sentinel, and he was wondering, if it was true, how much time had he wasted skirting around everything? “He might throw an arm over my shoulder when he goes to hug you so he doesn’t seem suspicious, but he doesn’t have servos on my servos, on my back, and on my thighs all the time. It’s not as normal as you think it is for him to treat you the way he does, Optimus, he’s just in love with you.”

The older bot blushed at the thought. It was true, everywhere they went together, Sentinel always had a protective servo resting on his lower back, and every time they sat together, there was a palm lingering over his thigh or one of his servos if there was a table to cover it.

He thought back to his earlier complaints and felt somewhat guilty. If what Elita was saying was true, and Sentinel loved him back and just wanted an excuse to spend time with him… Then he shouldn’t have been complaining about it.

“Then…”

“He always takes you to the riskier things because you make him feel less scared to do them, and he wants to spend time with you and impress you,” Elita’s tone grew softer as she gently placed a servo on his shoulder.

It was a lot to process. The charming, strong, mischievous bot he’d been in love with since the moment they met had the same feelings for him, and he’d been completely oblivious the whole time.

All Optimus could do was nod.

“I see.”

“Do you? Honestly?” Elita One asked, sounding skeptical of him.

“I’m not sure yet,” The red and blue bot admitted with a blush, earning a shake of Elita’s head in return.

“Oh, Optimus, you poor, sweet, innocent little mech… You’re a fool.”

Later that night, Optimus’s processor was racked with thoughts of the discussion from lunch as Sentinel held his servo and led him into the locker rooms. It was dark and empty with all of their commanders and fellow trainees recharging peacefully in their cots, and though he could have opted out of doing it, Optimus allowed himself to tag along- and he was currently hating himself for it.

One, he was nervous about what would happen if he and Sentinel got caught doing whatever the hell Sentinel was taking him to do. They could get in serious trouble, get kicked out of training or have to put up with some other severe, grueling punishment. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d gotten fragged over because of Sentinel’s schemes.

And two, he was still unsure of what to do with the information that Elita One had given him earlier that day. Him acting like everything was fine and normal between them when he was slowly realizing what Sentinel’s feelings were was impossible as they entered the room, Sentinel’s headlights on his shoulders turned on to light their way.

“Sentinel! Out of all of the places we could’ve snuck into, why the locker rooms?” Optimus demanded and linked his digits with the older bot’s.

“That’s simple, Optimus,” Sentinel looked back at him with a cheshire grin and pulled him towards one specific locker. “While you were having lunch with Elita One today, I went through her bag and found her locker combination written in her password book.”

“W-What?” Optimus spat, dumbfounded. Their normal pranks consisted of dousing their commanders’ dormitories in oil and putting clear wrap on entryways in common areas, not going through their friends’ belongings and finding out personal information about them. “Harmless pranks on our superiors are one thing, but invading Elita’s privacy and-“

“Calm the cooling fans, buddy! You know what’s tomorrow, don’t you?” Sentinel knelt down in front of the locker he had gone to, still holding Optimus’s servo. The red and blue bot sat down on the floor next to Sentinel- close enough for their knees to knock together. “You bought her lunch today and everything-“

“Oh, yeah! Elita One’s birthday,” Optimus let out a sigh of relief and looked at Sentinel’s free servo, which held a small, heavy looking black gift-bag in it. It was rare that they got much of anything where they were at, so he wasn’t sure of how Sentinel got it, but then again… That bot had always been resourceful. “Is that what the bag’s for?”

“You know it,” Sentinel’s grin grew wider as he (unfortunately) let go of Optimus’s servo and turned to unlock Elita One’s locker.

“What is it?”

“A card and some high quality oil that I, uh, concocted under my cot.”

“You… You aged oil under your cot? Is that scientifically possible?” Optimus sputtered, optics wide.

“Who cares, it’s a fanfiction and the readers are more focused on the romance aspect than they are the specifics of oil drinking.”

“Anyway,” Optimus cleared his throat and sat there quietly. He managed to keep himself occupied by watching Sentinel put the gift bag in the locker and shut it back, but his nerves were getting the best of him. “That’s… Very nice of you. I’m glad this is actually something productive for once and not one of your usual schemes.”

“Oh, hey!” Sentinel laid back on the floor and moved to hold Optimus’s servo again. The younger mech laid down next to him, a bit unsure of his movements as he rested his helm against Sentinel’s shoulder. “Speaking of that, there’s this organic planet that I heard has a ton of energon, I think the three of us should go!”

“That sounds like an awful idea, but…” Optimus trailed off. He was unable to say no to Sentinel, which might’ve been his fatal flaw, so he gave a weak nod. “I suppose if you and Elita One are both there by my side, it couldn’t hurt- maybe. I’ll have to think on it some more.”

“That’s the spirit! Remember how you were when we first met?” Sentinel laughed and grabbed his servo again.

Optimus only sighed, thinking back to when he and Sentinel initially encountered each other. Though he’d been smitten from the start, Optimus had been reluctant to spend much time with Sentinel, as he was a strict rule-follower, terrified of getting himself into trouble. Somehow, though, Sentinel wiggled his way in, starting with eating lunch and training by Optimus’s side to now getting the younger bot to sneak out at night with him.

“I do recall,” The red and blue bot hummed and stared up. The ceiling was an indestructible glass that allowed them to see into the night sky, so while the locker room may not have been the most romantic place to be, it was a good view. Little did Optimus know that rather than staring at the stars like he was, Sentinel’s optics were glued to him instead. “You wore me down.”

“Nah, I’m just that great to be around.”

Usually at this point, Optimus would clap back, saying something about how stupid Sentinel was or how he himself was just too nice to put up with the older bot, but he couldn’t bring himself to do it this time.

“You truly are, dear friend.”

At that, Sentinel quickly sat up and offered a nervous laugh. He dropped Optimus’s servo, but seemingly unconsciously, rested a servo on Optimus’s thigh seconds later.

“We should probably leave since we’re done with that and all... I forged your signature on the card, too, so she thinks it’s a gift from both of us.”

They were about to leave, he figured, but Optimus couldn’t bring himself to just let everything go- he had to address what Elita had told him earlier while they were still alone or he was going to go insane.

“Why do you always take me with you, Sentinel?”

“Huh?” Sentinel started, but Optimus knew immediately that it was a facade, as Sentinel always made a certain face when he was lying or trying to put up a front; lips desperately twitching in an attempt to not smile, optics trained on the ground, face bright red. “What do you mean? We’re buddies, aren’t we?”

“No, I mean-“ Optimus cut himself off, quickly becoming flustered. “I don’t know if I can explain this in a way that makes sense to you, but there are plenty of other mechs who are more willing to do all of your crazy plans with you… I always need convincing. Even Elita One wants to go with you most of the time, but usually, you take me on these more intimate outings, I… Ah, forgive me, I lost track of what I was saying.”

“I’m not sure I’d call this intimate, the only reason Elita isn’t here is because it’s a surprise,” Sentinel defended, using his spare servo to scratch the back of his neck. “Plus, you being the tightaft you are, you keep me out of trouble. If I took any other mech or femme with me on my escapades I’d be dead by now.”

“Is that really it?” Optimus spat, now getting fed up with Sentinel’s dodging.

“There’s more, but… That’s all that’s important.”

“Then what about last quartex when you pulled me out of my cot in the middle of the night and snuck us off base so we could go watch the stars? Elita One sleeps right next to me, we could have taken her to that,” Optimus argued, and he could tell that Sentinel felt he was being backed into a corner just by the expression on his face. While the stargazing was a good memory that he didn’t regret by any means, it served his argument, so he didn’t mind bringing it up.

“She’d had a rough day at training, thought I’d let her rest…” Sentinel sighed and met Optimus’s gaze once again. “Is there something you wanna say to me, Optimus?”

“Is there something you wanna say to me, Sentinel?” Optimus challenged, which had the blue and gold bot letting out an indignant huff.

“I think you know what I mean, Optimus…” Sentinel finally cracked, a frown taking over his face and lubricant filling his optics- clearly, he was embarrassed, and it made Optimus feel guilty for beating around the bush and making the older bot anxious about it instead of just being direct about what was going on. “Why do you torture me like this?”

“What’s that supposed to mean? You’re the one touching my thigh right now.”

At that, Sentinel jerked his servo back, but Optimus stopped him. At that, the older bot hesitantly rested his servo back on the large expanse of heated metal, gently squeezing. Optimus could only lean into the touch as the other mech let out a sardonic laugh and shook his head.

“That glitch!” Sentinel cackled and rolled his optics. “She told you, didn’t she?”

“I figured it out, but me telling you didn’t mean that I want you to stop.”

Optimus felt Sentinel’s intake hitch, the room going dead silent. They met each other’s gaze, aquamarine pouring into aquamarine, and almost as if all at once, there was a mutual understanding between the two; they loved each other, and for once, everything was okay.

“Optimus…” Sentinel stopped and moved his servo from Optimus’s thigh, up to the red and blue bot’s cheek, settling there with a thumb running over his cheek’s apex. Optimus nuzzled into the warmth with a sigh. “Are you trying to say what I think you are?”

“I’ve always had feelings for you, Sentinel, and if you share the sentiments, I’d like to make something work.”

“Be mine,” The words from Sentinel were simple but clear, enough for Optimus to know what the older bot wanted, and enough to flood him with relief. Still, the two continued to stare at each other like they had no idea what to do.

“O-Okay, um…” Optimus trailed off again, wordless before Sentinel finally used the servo on his cheek to pull him in for a heated kiss. Lips molded into lips quickly, Optimus gently moving his in rhythm with his best friend’s and taking in the taste of energon, fine oil, and something uniquely Sentinel. After just a moment and a brief swipe of his glossa over Sentinel’s bottom lip, Optimus found himself pulling away, bashful.

“Wow,” Sentinel gave an uncharacteristically soft smile before raising his eyebrows. “I didn’t think innocent little Optimus would be so good at that.”

“Shut up, you dolt!” Optimus scolded and stood up in a hurry. If he was being honest, it was to get Sentinel to his cot so they could kiss more, but did Sentinel need to know that? Absolutely not. “Let’s just get out of here before we get caught.”

With that, Optimus took Sentinel’s servo in his and stood up, pulling the older bot up and along with him as he walked. They quickly exited the locker room, nothing but a mess of giggles and roaming servos as they tumbled back into the dormitories, and oh-

Optimus had never been happier.

#tfa #transformers #transformers animated #fanfiction #fluff #sentop #sentinel prime x optimus prime #optimus prime x sentinel prime #optimus prime #tfa optimus prime #sentinel prime #tfa sentinel prime #set before canon when they're still in training obv #elita one #tfa elita one #they deserve to be happy and in love #wanted to write a piece of them w no angst so here it is #feel good and self indulgent as always

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nashibirne · 3 years

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Against All Odds - 19

Today we have to say goodbye to Anna and Henry, this is the last chapter of "Against All Odds".

I'm really a little sad and melancholic. This was my first story here on Tumblr and it has been quite a ride. But it's time to let go and give them the happy ending they deserve. I initially planned to leave it to pure fluff and exclude smut but somehow my hand slipped...it just came over me...and them. So lots of fluff and some smut ahead. Enjoy!

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC (Anna) Warnings: Lots of fluff, some smut, NSFW, 18 +, sex, dry humping, masturbation, thigh riding, slight daddy kink / male dom, choking, public sex, unprotected sex. Unbeta'ed! English is not my first language, so consider yourself warned, there might be bad grammar and wrong spelling ahead.

All previous parts can be found here: Masterlist

Likes, reblogs and comments are very welcome.

Tags: @lunedelorient @hell1129-blog @willkatfanfromasia @inlovewithhisblueeyes @mis-lil-red @agniavateira @omgkatinka @legendarywizarddetective

So here we go...let the grand finale begin...

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When Henry looked out of the window after his morning routine almost three month after the encounter with Lestat he cursed internally. The weather was really shitty. It was raining lightly and fog was swirling above the woods and meadows that surrounded his farm. He could only hope that the forecast was right and the sun would show soon. He needed this day to be perfect and sunny weather was only a little part of a bigger plan.

It turned out he was lucky. When Anna and Henry walked the dogs together in the afternoon the sun was shining bright from a cloudless blue sky. It was warm for this time of the year and there was a light breeze that rustled through the trees.

"Why don't we take another route today, princess?" Henry looked at Anna with a smile.

"Sure, where do you want to go?"

"This way." Henry pointed to the left and Anna seemed to be not too enthusiastic about his idea.

"Is that even a regular path? It looks quite overgrown. The dogs will be full of ticks again and we're going to rip our clothes. I'm wearing a brand new jacket." She looked at him with a frown.

Shit.

This was so typical for Anna. She was a practical person, always reasonable, and he loved it that she was so down to earth but today he needed her to take this god damn path. Otherwise his surprise wouldn't work.

"I just want to discover new places, Baby. Expand our horizons. It's going to be fun." Henry said before he brought up the big guns. It was time for poetry.

"Two roads diverged in a wood, and I— I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference."

Henry recited with a grin.

"Wow...Robert Frost… I'm impressed." Anna laughed. "Don't be. You made me watch 'Dead Poets Society' three times. I know every single poem that was quoted in that very good movie." Henry pulled her into a hug and kissed her on the forehead tenderly. "Come on." "Fine. I'm willing to follow you anywhere. Oh Captain, my Captain." Smiling, she gave him a peck on the cheek. "Captain. I like the sound of that." Henry smirked and took her by the hand.

They followed the path for a while and it turned out that Anna was right. It was overgrown, almost jungle-like in some areas, so they had to climb over some trunks and bushes and squeeze through a thorny bramble hedge but Anna didn't complain. On the contrary. She loved the picturesque atmosphere and took dozens of pictures with her mobile.

"This is really lovely, Henry. I'm glad we chose this path. It was a good idea to try something new." She beamed and kissed him happily. He chuckled. "Are you saying I was right?" "I wouldn't go that far." Anna grinned before she took another series of photos.

After half an hour and a lot of stumbling through the undergrowth they reached the regular path, that led to a large meadow, that was surrounded by hedges and a low stonewall. Anna took a look around with a frown. "I know this place…" "Yeah, you should." Henry winked and it dawned on her. "This is the place where we first met. Oh my god, Henry. I crouched over a fly agaric over there when Kal knocked me over." "Yes. And I came to your rescue and fell for you almost instantly." He took her in his arms and pulled her close. "That was exactly one year ago." His voice was soft and full of love. "Really? I totally forgot about the date. I'm so unromantic...sorry, Baby." "Don't worry, princess. You have other qualities." Henry smirked before kissing her. He let his hands slide to her ass, giving it a squezze which made Anna moan. "Behave, Cavill." She gave him a sexy smile. "No way." He kissed her again, passionately this time and she returned the kiss with the same vigour. When he finally pulled away he left her panting for breath. "Wow...this keeps getting better and better." "Oh...just wait for it." Henry walked over to a large lime tree and reached behind the trunk. When he turned around again he held a basket in his hands. "Picnic!" Anna cheered. "Oh Darling...this is such a great surprise. And you know I hate surprises...normally." "But not today." "No, today I love it."

Henry smiled and started flattening a checkered blanket right under the lime. He sat down and patted on the free spot beside him. "Come on, princess. Sit down and let me show you what I've got for you." "There's nothing I'd rather do." Anna plopped down on the blanket, watching Henry unpack the basket. He placed two plates, cutlery, two glasses and a bottle of rosemary water on the blanket. To Anna's big surprise he even raked out the little Bluetooth speaker that normally stood in his kitchen. He connected it to his mobile and started his 80s rock playlist.

"Wow, you've thought of everything. But what about food?" "Mylady wishes for food, mylady shall have food." Henry grinned and got various boxes out of the basket, opening them he started to explain what he had prepared for them. "We have different kinds of cheese, grapes, olives, cherry tomatoes, nuts and raisins, Belgian filled Chocolates plus...and I can proudly say in advance that this is homemade by me...a loaf of delicious freshly baked bread." Anna clapped her hands, beaming all over her face. "Henry...this looks heavenly." "Let's eat then, my love."

Anna was right, the food was delicious and they enjoyed their little picnic very much, taking their time to taste all the things Henry had prepared, chatting and laughing, watching the dogs play and just savouring this carefree time of togetherness. When they were done with eating they cleared the blanket and stuffed everything except the speaker back into the basket.

Anna cuddled up in Henry's arms. He was sitting under the lime tree now, his back leaning against the trunk.

"Thank you so much, Baby. This was such a perfect surprise and such a lovely picnic." "Oh we're not done yet...I have another surprise for you." Henry cleared his throat and was about to get up but Anna was faster. She straddled his lap before Henry realized what she was up to.

"Really, Mr. Cavill? Another surprise?" She whispered in his ear. "Is it big?" She looked at him with a smirk before she kissed him. Henry grabbed her by the waist, pulling her closer to deepen the kiss. It got hot and erotic very fast. Anna started to rub her pussy against the bulge in his jeans slowly, she felt his hard on through the woolen fabric of the leggings she wore under her denim skirt.

"Oohh...it is big. Huge even." she said, still riding him. "That's not what I meant when I said I had another surprise, babe." Henry moaned. His hands were under her shirt now, stroking her full breasts through her bra. "Do you want to stop?" Anna moved her body away from his lap, straddling one of his thick thighs now. She let her hands slide over his crotch, massaging his dick through his trousers, looking at him innocently. "Princess…." he growled, grabbing her hips, making her move on his thigh. Anna let out a muffled moan. The friction between his massive leg and her sensitive pussy was pure pleasure even though there were three layers of fabric between his skin and hers. "Henry…" Anna started riding his thigh looking at him. She sighed and licked her lips. "...we have to be quiet and very discreet." "Don't worry, baby girl. This is private property. Nobody's here except us." "I know...just in case…" Anna was already out of breath because she had picked up speed, rubbing against Henry in a faster rhythm now. Her moans were getting louder. "Do you like it, baby? Riding my thigh like a cheap little slut?" Henry hissed through clenched teeth. His hard-on was throbbing in his jeans painfully. "Rubbing your tight little pussy over me?" Anna just sighed and leaned in to kiss him but Henry stopped her. "Answer me, princess." "Yes...yes, Daddy. I love it." She groaned, feeling her orgasm coming closer and closer. "Good girl. I'm going to reward you." Henry slapped her ass before he started fumbling with the buttons of his jeans. Anna stopped moving, watching him agape with big eyes. "Keep moving, baby." Henry ordered and Anna obeyed but her eyes never left his hands that were now getting out his rock hard dick. He started stroking himself, letting out a long moan. "Yeah...that's it." He said, locking eyes with Anna. "That's it, princess. Watch me, watch me touching my big cock. Look at me and come for me." "Oh, god...I love your dick, Daddy. It's so thick…" Anna whispered in a sweet voice, panting and moaning while she rode his thigh harder. "No talking, princess." Henry slapped her ass again with his free hand, the other hand pumping his dick that was glistening with pre cum. "But Daddy…" Anna shrieked when she felt the hand that had just slapped her ass on her throat. "No talking…." Henry growled. "Just come for me." The way he squeezed her throat with well measured pressure, giving her the feeling of being completely at his mercy, combined with the sight of his big hand jerking himself off was enough to send her over the edge. Her orgasm was long and intense and she rode it out devouring the sensation. "Good girl." Henry sighed and it took him just another few thrusts into his hand to cum too. Anna leaned forward, resting her forehead on his. "Wow...Baby….that was something. I've never had sex fully dressed before." She grinned at him and gave him a tender kiss. "Yeah, it was great…even though it wasn't part of my plan." Henry smirked, grabbing a napkin to clean up the mess his cum had left on his jeans and Anna's jacket. Anna laughed and got up, straightening her clothes. "So what was your plan? What's the other surprise you have for me?"

Henry looked at her with a frown, getting up too. "You really want to know?"

"Of course."

"Okay. Then...let's dance." He winked at her with a sly smile and grabbed his phone. He started searching through the playlist and stopped it before playing a certain song.

"May I ask for this dance?" He held out his hand to her and Anna gladly took it.

"Sure." She said and Henry pulled her close and they started to sway their bodies to the music. It was "Forever" by Kiss that was playing. A beautiful ballad Anna and Henry liked a lot. They had made slow, sensual love to this song countless times.

I see my future when I look in your eyes

It took your love to make my heart come alive

'Cause I lived my life believing all love is blind

But everything about you is telling me this time...

Anna looked at Henry and he kissed her. It was a tender kiss, full of love and devotion.

...it's forever, this time I know

And there's no doubt in my mind

Forever, until my life is through

Girl I'll be loving you forever.

When the song was over Henry took a step back, reaching into his pocket, getting out a little box. He had planned this for so long, had played it through in his head again and again but now he was a nervous wreck all of the sudden. He took a deep breath before getting down on one knee opening the box, presenting her a beautiful engagement ring.

Anna gasped when she realized what was happening. She bit her lip, holding her breath.

"Anna, my love. I know it's only been a year since we met and 9 months that we're together but though this is quite a short span of time it has been the most wonderful and happy time in all my life. You complete me, Darling. You make me whole, you are my home, my heart, my soul, my everything. I love you more than I could ever say and therefore I'm kneeling here, asking you if you want to spend the rest of your life with me. Anna Wagner...do you want to marry me?"

Anna let out a deep breath, beaming with joy.

"Yes...oh my god...yes, Henry. Of course I want to marry you." She took his hands, dragged him up and pulled him into a tight embrace before kissing him tenderly.

"I love you, Cavill."

"I love you, princess."

******

Three years later

When Anna came back from her appointment in town to Old Johnson's Farm in the afternoon she found Henry sleeping on the couch peacefully. Their little boy Peter -they had named him after Anna's late father- was sleeping on Henry's broad chest, snoring softly, Kal was lying at Henry's feet, snoring not quite so softly.

Anna couldn't help but smile like a love-struck fool. This was all she'd ever wanted. A loyal man, who truly loved and respected her, a home, a family. And now that she had it, it was even better than she could have ever imagined. Henry was a perfect husband and a fantastic father - loving, caring, patient and still the dorky nerd, she had fallen for four years ago.

After Peter had been born Henry had stepped back from work for a year to spend as much time as possible with them and to have Anna's back who had started to work again part-time after three months. Henry had done a lot of audio books over the last sixth month -it was work he could easily do at home- and he really liked it. Of course it had been a huge success. Henry didn't really get why but Anna knew every time she heard his deep, dark voice that felt like velvet in her ears.

Pete was 14 months old now and from next week on Henry would be away for a while to shoot the next Witcher season. She was a little scared of the times that were awaiting her. It would be the first time for them to be apart for so long and the first time for Anna to face the fact that her husband was going to shoot sex scenes with attractive young women like Anya Chalotra. But she knew she would be able to deal with it. It was already decided that she and Peter would visit Henry on set to meet his co-stars and to get a feeling for his work and the process of acting.

Her thoughts were interrupted by Peter's babbling. She took him from Henry's chest into her arms and hugged him gently. "Shush...little pea...we don't want to wake daddy." She whispered in his ear before kissing his soft, chubby cheeks several times.

Henry seemed to realize that Peter's weight on his chest was missing and he mumbled something incomprehensible before he turned around, but he didn't wake up. Anna knew he was exhausted. He had been up all night to calm down Pete who was teething. Anna wanted to take turns but Henry wouldn't let her because she had to get up early for work.

"Come on, pumpkin. Let's go feed the horses and let daddy and Kal get some sleep. You wore them out last night."

She smiled when she took another look at the man she loved. "It's really good that your dad has such a broad chest." She said softly to her son with a happy smile on her face. "With a little luck there will be two little pumpkins sleeping on it in seven months' time."

THE END

#henry cavill #henry cavill fanfic #cavillry #henry cavill x ofc #slow burn #friends to lovers #smut

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anika-ann · 4 years

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Attached: Words Lost in Translation Pt.3

Type: (mini)-series, Modern-college-professor AU… aka the wrong attachment AU ;)

Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 5910

Summary: Steve is most definitely not impressed with what happened and had been happening in the class... the question is: what does it mean for you?

A/N: Attached: Words Lost in Translation is a 3-part addition to the Attached series.

A/N: for @donutloverxo, because she mentioned a request which I couldn’t fulfil (because I’m really bad at those)… so I hope this makes up for it :-* (Even if it’s nowhere close to the good stuff you and others produce) Happy kinktober and early happy birthday, sweet! ♥

Warnings: 18+, nsfw, 3.5k worth of smut, fingering, PIV, possessive Steve, (in)appropriate use of a mirror, cumplay (if you squint), feelings… and swearing (always)

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‘Let’s get out of this damn room before I lose my mind and do something I’ll regret later,’ he had said and the words echoed in your ears whenever you found the courage to glance at his profile, the city a blur behind the window.

He didn’t say nothing more – and neither did you.

The whole ride back to the apartment was scarily silent. In the long months you had been with Steve – the amazing, sweet months with only few bumps on the road – you had never seen his face so emotionless. So unreadable.

His fingers were gripping the wheel with enough vigour to turn his knuckles white, shoulders squared and tense, breathing clearly too deep for you to believe he was alright.

The big question was whether he was more upset or angry.

You couldn’t decide which would be worse – but you didn’t dare to ask which one it was anyway, even if all you wanted was to do exactly that.

Or perhaps you’d be keen on just begging, anything to fill the silence. Please, don’t be mad at me. I can explain, you yearned to say, but you couldn’t make yourself to reach out when Steve was driving, worried you’d break his concentration.

So you accepted the silence as a punishment, your hands clenching and unclenching in a desperate need to do something with yourself besides either talking or impatiently tapping your foot.

Rationally, you knew you had a perfectly good explanation for why you had acted the way you had with Daniel and you knew you had acted according to your best conscience, because you hadn’t really had a choice. But not telling Steve was another matter entirely, no matter your good intentions.

There was a saying about good intentions after all, wasn’t there? The road to hell…

The pair of you entered the apartment and lost your shoes still without uttering a word – but you counted the fact that Steve took your heavy backpack for you when leaving the car as a good sign.

He walked to the bedroom, shrugging off his suit jacket and discarding it carelessly on his way. Seeing his back, cladded a cream shirt, receding and leaving you standing in the narrow hallway, the lump forming in your throat for the past half an hour grew suffocating.

You were this close to losing it, an uncomfortable tug pulling at your stomach, bile rising to your mouth.

Tears burned in your eyes, but you blinked them away with a sigh as you made your way to the kitchen to grab a drink – possibly something stronger than water.

“Come here, babygirl,” sounded lowly but resolutely from the bedroom, causing you to freeze mid-step, your heart skipping a one painful beat before kicking in with a furious pace.

At the same time, a terrible weight went plummeting from your chest, finally allowing you to breathe in freely.

At least Steve was saying something, adding a petname no less, so hopefully, the crisis was averted – or at least wasn’t as disastrous as it had seemed.

Not intending to let him wait even a second longer than necessary, you followed his footsteps instead, finding him seated on the foot of the bed. He looked up at you as you wavered in the doorway, his eyes a silent plea – or an order, you couldn’t seem to decide – for you to come closer.

Other than from his eyes, always so expressive, you couldn’t read a single emotion on his face; you figured that hearing out his request was the simplest way to learn where his head was at. You took the last reluctant steps, finding yourself standing between his legs, his gaze trailing up to your face.

His broad palms went to rest at your hips, thumbs caressing above the top of your skirt and you shivered, his touch and the intense unreadable gaze making your head spin and yet causing the wheels in your head turn madly in attempt to figure out what was about to happen.

So far, it seemed like a calm before the storm; however, you could already feel the electricity of lightning crackle in the air, a presage of great force brewing, preparing to strike.

Maintaining eye-contact, bright blue irises darkening in front of you in a hypnotic show, Steve pressed a light kiss to your abdomen. Your breath hitched in your throat, unlike the strangled startled sound that somehow found its way out.

What was he doing? Why was he looking at you like that? Why did it seem that he was about to worship every damn part of your body instead of being mad at you? …or disappointed or upset with you, anything dammit-

“S-Steve,” you stuttered, just a breath of his name and his mouth brushed your clothed stomach again, fingers pressing once against your hipbones before relaxing again.

His presence was immense – you might have been the one standing, towering above him, but Steve was the one who was pulling the strings, igniting fire in your belly just by barely-there touches and by his eyes never leaving yours… until now.

“Sh-shh,” he whispered, gaze intent as it skimmed all over your figure, his tongue darting out to lick at his lips, hungry eyes as if seeing you for the first time.

Your heart nearly gave out at the would-be soothing sound, reminding you of times when he drove you crazy enough to scream his name, his soothing ‘shh’ echoing in your ears. The shushing however did erase your previous worrying, pushing it away as dampness already started pooling in your panties instead. Whatever was happening now, it wasn’t a fight for certain.

You wanted to run your fingers through Steve’s hair, to do something with your hands rather than having them hanging uselessly by your sides, but his actions not only rendered you speechless, but were effectively turning your whole brain to mush. You couldn’t make yourself move an inch.

“Good girl. I’ll do the talking… god, look at you,” he whispered, his hands moving to your ass, warm palms sprawled over your cheeks, greedy, appreciative. “Look at this…” He squeezed and the only thing you could do was to focus on the room so it would stop spinning as your breathing picked up.

Hyperaware of his hands trailing down your legs, a shudder of anticipation tickled your spine, heating up when Steve dropped a kiss to the front of your thighs, a light touch as if burning a brand.

“And this…”

You yelped when his grip tightened and he spun you around, suddenly making you all too mindful of the fact that you could face a mirror like this; you hadn’t even thought of that when you bought the closet together, simply following the need for more storage compartment, the reflective surface only a bonus, as you had moved in.

Now, the mirror was all you could think of and you couldn’t but watch Steve’s fingers disappear under the hem of your skirt, stroking the skin just above your knees.

“So beautiful, such a pretty girl…” he mused, pulling you down without a warning or resistance on your part as he positioned you between his wide-spread legs. His nimble fingers pushed away the hair from your shoulder, exposing skin for his mouth to taste.

The scrape of his beard and his hands finding their way to your belly had your eyes flutter shut, only for a nip of his teeth causing them to snap open in surprise.

You glanced at him in the reflexion, instantly trapped by his irises, their magnetic shade putting you in a place you couldn’t escape even if you tried.

“I said look, babygirl,” he reprimanded you hoarsely, still holding your gaze as he deliberately led his hands higher, cupping your breasts. You shivered, unable to look away from the two of you when Steve kissed the crook of your neck, a sweet torturous move.

His daring fingers, his hot soft lips, the scratch of his beard, the warmth his body radiated as he seemed to engulf you--- all the sensation combined had you fist the sheets, a blissful sigh falling from your lips, as you watched them part in the mirror.

“Look what a pretty picture you make, can’t blame the guy for having an eye on you.”

You gulped at the mention of another man – Daniel who? – genuinely forgetting about his existence when Steve was turning you putty in his hands, deciding to suck a bruise on a sensitive spot above your collarbone just because.

“Oh god-“

The surge of arousal to your veins was almost painful, causing your core to clench around nothing.

“Shh… I got you,” Steve cooed, kissing the incriminated spot tenderly, one of his hands leaving your breast in favour of running the pad of his thumb up your cleavage, over the hollow of your throat, landing on your bottom lip, caressing it before lightly tugging it down. “So tempting… but you’re a good girl, aren’t you?”

“Y-yes,” you breathed out automatically, catching a flash of Steve’s smirk in the mirror, his content hum vibrating against your back as he pressed you against his chest, scooting you closer, letting you feel his growing hard-on. The heat in your abdomen seared with the feeling what effect was taking this on him.

One hand reached for your jaw, manipulating your head to catch your lips with his, finally allowing your eyelids to slid shut. There was nothing sweet about the kiss – open-mouthed, demanding and dirty, Steve’s teeth tugged at your lower lip, stealing breath from your lungs, hogging all your attention – you barely registered his free hand loosening the zipper of your skirt and sneaking under the fabric, the shock of his palm suddenly cupping your sex over the wet panties blending into pleasure.

You whimpered into his mouth, pawing to cradle his jaw in the difficult position and he indulged you, impossibly deepening the kiss as his fingers traced your slit over the thin material of your underwear.

Oh heaven and hell-

“So ready for me,” Steve whispered a praise to your mouth, adding more pressure with his next movement, your hips automatically bucking forward to increase friction. “So wet, so sweet for me, such a good girl…“

You couldn’t help the mewl that left your lips – Steve knew all too well what that praise did to you. You grabbed on his thigh to ground yourself, but all of sudden his mouth was gone and you were led to turn your head away from him, facing the mirror again.

His fingers easily slipped under your panties, circling your clit and making your toes curl, his lips ghosting over the shell of your ear.

“Look in the mirror, sweetheart,” he coaxed you, a low growl escaping him when you did, but your eyes fluttered shut at the pleasure he was giving you. His motions stilled and you whined, rocking your hips against his hand only to have him still your movements. “Ah-ah… you watch, babygirl, you watch who’s making you feel this good…”

In that moment, heart hammering in your chest, low ringing in your ears, core aching for more friction and the pressure in your belly building up, you were certain that Steve’s voice, an octave lower than usual, existed only to torment you.

You forced yourself to open your eyes, met with a filthy picture of a woman with pupils blown wide, lips bruised from kissing parted in bliss, body pressed against a gorgeous man’s front, one of his hands gripping her hip to steady her, the other hidden under her skirt. You looked positively sinful, but you had nothing on Steve, perfectly red lips pressed to your ear, deep blue observing the reflexion as well, lustful gaze fixated on the flush on your face.

“Good girl, so obedient,” he complimented, one finger teasing your entrance and finally going in, an action followed by your breathy voice saying his name, a prayer and a blasphemy at the same time.

“Don’t we look good together, babygirl?”

“Yes.”

He added another finger, stretching your walls to both his and your liking. And by God, did you like it…

“Look at that, you must really want me, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you whispered, unable to stay still with the coil in your abdomen just about ready to snap. Your hand unwittingly moved to rest over his, urging him to push deeper. His lips curled wickedly before he left a trail of butterfly-light kisses on your collarbone. Despite your better judgement, you couldn’t tear your eyes away from the filthy picture.

The image of him would be burned into your brain like a brand, an image of a man with a face of an angel and leading you to sin like the devil himself, but in an oh so delicious ways…

“Christ, look at you, fucking yourself on my fingers,” Steve revelled, his gaze boring into yours with intensity you couldn’t bear anymore, causing your cunt to clench around his fingers like a vice. “Say my name, babygirl, tell me who’s gonna make you come.”

The heel of his hand pushed against your clit and the whisper of his name turned into a moan.

“Steve-“

“That’s right, babygirl. Look at me.”

You did, a skilful stroke deep into your heat drawing another whine of Steve’s name. His movements barely ceased as he added the third finger and went straight to the spot he knew would make you see stars.

“Again,” he grunted to your ear and you obeyed, your vision nearly blurring with your high so close, almost at your fingertips.

His lips found a sensitive spot of your neck just below your ear and you were done for.

“Steve!”

You came with a cry of his name on your lips, thighs quivering, head thrown back, eyes fluttering close in bliss.

His talented fingers worked you through your orgasm with almost lazy but very much intentional motions, while his lips kept whispering filthy praises right into your ear, placing a tender kiss here and there.

“My girl, so good, so needy… taking it so well… my precious girl letting me fuck her with my fingers… so gorgeous and all mine… all mine.”

A pleasant shiver ran down your spine at every word, leaving you craving more, even as you just came down from your climax.

Steve’s fingers disappeared from your tight channel with a muffled smack, bringing you back to reality, chasing heat to your cheeks when you caught a glimpse of yourself in the mirror, utterly wrecked. You turned your head to find Steve’s lips instead, before you could decide you actually enjoyed seeing what he could do to you.

Your wordless plea remained unheard; his fingers spread some of your juices to your lips before wiping the rest on the skin of your cleavage and your blouse and only then he kissed you, tasting you, drinking your arousal from your lips as a man deprived water for hours, his hands roaming your figure, touching everywhere he could possibly reach.

You managed to roll over in his arms, kneeling between his legs on the bed, his hands pulling your blouse from your skirt so his fingers could slide under it, exploring more of your heated skin.

“Strip for me, sweetheart,” he breathed out, lightly pushing you away to stand on your shaky legs, watching you with interest as you obliged, unbuttoning one button after another for his lustful eyes.

He licked his lips, heated glare never leaving you as he blindly undid his own shirt; with a tell-tale of a clang of his belt, he lost his dress pants too, not at all ashamed at stripping his boxers and freeing his rock-hard cock standing to attention.

Your breath caught in your chest – you’d never stop marvelling at his body, thanking heavens and cursing at the same time. As if his stupidly handsome face wasn’t enough to drive you crazy-

Steve took offence at your bra still shielding you from his view, personally removing it as you stepped out of your sufficiently ruined underwear. You stood in front of the other naked as the day you were born, for a hundredth time and yet as if you were seeing each other for the first time.

You didn’t think you were shy under his gaze though – not after you were just forced to witness him fingering you. The corners of his lips rose minutely, fingertips running down your body, taking special care to stroke your hardened nipples, to cup your ass again.

“Fucking gorgeous,” he commented heartedly, voice husky as if he was the one screaming your name a minute before and not the other way around. You felt your thighs squeeze on instinct, remembering the feeling, recalling every sweet and filthy word he had just whispered in your ear.

And fuck, you loved it when Steve lost it and cussed on you, always making you feel wanted. Cherished even, despite his not always gentlemanly ways, ones you so thoroughly enjoyed.

But mirror? Now mirror was new and for a brief moment, before all remnants of rational thought vaporized, you wondered if you should be ashamed at having been so aroused and having come so fast.

Retracing its original path, one of his hands settled on your jaw to bring your mouths together, the faint taste of you still bittersweet on your tongue as it met with his, engaging in a filthy dance. You shut off your brain.

A gentle twist to your nipple caused you to moan in pleasure, the sound swallowed by Steve’s mouth. You nearly missed him walking you back, your feet following his lead on instinct; it wasn’t until your back hit the cold surface when you realized you were pressed against the mirror, the discovery warming your belly in excitement.

Steve’s lips moved to your throat to nip at your sensitive skin, hand snaking around your waist to save you from at least some of the coolness of the glass – a useless effort, really, seeing as your body felt like on fire.

“Gonna show you why you belong with me, babygirl, yeah,” he stated rather than asked, voice sultry, uncompromising.

A yelp erupted from your chest as he spun you around, fingers circling your wrists to pin them next to the reflective surface, ordering you to leave them there as his own hands played with your breasts, skimmed over any patch of skin they could find and shower with attention. Caressing, admiring, squeezing, cherishing.

“Don’t you look away, babygirl. Watch me as I take you apart.”

And you did as you were told, like the proclaimed good girl you were, the insecurity and excitement blending in one when seeing your irises widen in pleasure as he entered your channel from behind, hand possessively sprawled over your belly as if he could feel himself there. The glass kept fogging with your hot wet breath, long relieved and yet needy exhales as he slowly penetrated you over and over, letting you feel every inch, then short sharp ones as he drove home in a wickedly quick and shallow thrusts which had you begging for more, nails scrapping at the skin of your palms as you had to keep them in place.

The one time you couldn’t but try clamping at his hands on your hips, pleading and guiding him to give some attention to your aching clit, he pulled out altogether, leaving you painfully empty. Pushing his fingers past the seam of your lips, he incited you to watch yourself suck on them; your gaze kept flickering to his other hand massaging his sac as he was certainly not denying himself any pleasure while he left you aching for him.

“Naughty, dirty girl… taking anything I give you… so pretty with my fingers in your mouth- you want more?” he queried with a wicked smile, hypnotic gaze, expectant expression turning into a grin when you muttered a ‘please’ and he lined his cock with your entrance again, pushing all the way in.

“Look how we fit, babygirl… look at you, begging for my cock, needy little thing…. Tell me. Aren’t I. Fucking. Lucky?” he emphasized his point, each word accompanied with a rough thrust of his hips, following with a punishing pace and thankfully some loving to your clit at last. He soon tipped you over the edge, caging you in his body, trapping you in his eyes.

But it wasn’t even that you got to watch yourself that was making the experience so divine – no, it was Steve’s attentive gaze, alluring, indulging, smug even, until he got lost himself in the pleasure as well. His own eyes fluttered shut, red lips parting in needy moans rather than spilling praises for your body and readiness and guiding you to watch both yourself and him, ‘the only man who could give you this, who could fuck you this good, whom you’re always asking for more’.

He took your breath away, his beauty enough to outweigh the light burden of insecurity – the utter adoration in his lust-blown pupils, the satisfaction of being able to take you like this, to make you see stars he himself would hang for you… you had lost yourself in the maze of him and when you reached your climax, his movements faltering soon after, you saw galaxies in his irises, and felt a supernova explode in every cell of your body.

You thanked god that Steve had enough wit to press you further into the mirror when your knees gave out and saved you both from some no doubt painful injuries… well, mainly himself, seeing as you both learned to love the moments of staying the closest possible even after reaching your climaxes, bodies still merged into one.

He chuckled breathlessly at your state, loving arms engulfing you despite the sweat running down your back, despite how sticky your bodies were. You couldn’t find yourself grossed out by that, your head still spinning from the heights you were coming down from.

“I love you,” he panted into your ear, nose nuzzling in the mess of your hair. Once again, it could be disgusting, hell, probably was… but the intimacy and the way he lost himself in you, just like you did in him… was there a feeling that could compare?

Your hands finally slid down the wood, one staying for balance, the other finding Steve’s, fingers interlacing and squeezing.

“I love you too, Stevie,” you whispered, out of breath and barely audible, but loud enough if his embrace tightening was anything to go by.

Your furiously pounding heart skipped a beat when the pressure didn’t relent, Steve’s arms still holding you impossibly close, if not closer.

“Stay with me, sweetheart,“ he pleaded lowly, all humour and authority leaving his voice and your blissful bubble was slowly intruded by the reminder of what led to this mind-blowing experience. His mouth busied itself with dropping kisses anywhere he could find, beard tickling, lips tender. “Please, babygirl, tell me you’re mine.”

The crack in his voice was enough to make your heart ache for him, for the insecurity eating at his amazing soul.

You supposed it was expected; he was, like you, a master at overthinking and his insecurities caused by the threat of another guy, your classmate, probably started with age (which was ridiculous, it wasn’t like Steve was old enough to be your dad even, not that it mattered to you), continued with supposedly attractive accent of that asshole and ended with god knew what.

Still, there was no mistaking the uncomfortable tug at your heart when you heard Steve doubting himself, questioning if he was enough to keep you his. As if.

You resigned on attempting to balance yourself, your free hand finding its way to Steve’s damp locks, holding his head close, guiding him to meet your lips in a short but meaningful peck.

“I’m yours, Steve.”

A sharp intake of breath and you kissed him again, slow and deep, pouring in all love you could fit into one encounter of lips, withdrawing just enough to rest your mouth against his so he could feel your words. “I’m yours and I’m not going anywhere…. Aren’t you mine?”

“God, sweetheart,” he muttered, slipping out without grace and spinning your around, fingers plunging into your hair as he dived for your mouth, drinking all air from your lungs – sensation so pleasant and powerful you almost forgot about the trickle of thick liquid running down your thigh. “Yeah. Yeah, I’m yours.”

You smiled into the kiss and let your fingers travel to the half of the pendant he had given you, resting between his collarbones, usually hidden under his shirt.

“Because we fit perfectly.”

The curl of his lips and his slow nod was a blessing and a promise, a dawn of a new, brighter day. “Because we complete each other.”

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After a completely innocent shower together – because saving water – you practically dragged Steve to a bed to lazy for the rest of the day in your pyjamas.

He wasn’t too opposed to that, sensing that for one, he wouldn’t defeat you even if he tried and for two, you two desperately needed to chill together and talk. And what was better than cuddling, your head nestled against his chest with a drumroll of his heart in your ear, his chest in a thin t-shirt in reach for your lips, his arm around you, his fingers toying with your hair, knuckles brushing your cheek?

Now you could talk; you felt loved, you felt safe and you felt a tiny bit of guilt for keeping details about your new temporary classmate for yourself.

“I just… I didn’t want to be rude to him, you know?” you muttered after spilling the beans, lips pouting and pulse faltering as you knew it was only half of the truth. Steve dropped a tender kiss to your forehead, humming in a manner by which you knew he was encouraging you to speak further. “And I was… afraid that if I did something, like… I dunno, slap his hand or anything-”

“You think we’re still on thin ice dating together,” he stated, clearly having a revelation, because he hugged you tighter.

“Well, yeah. I don’t want to cause any problems and he’s the type—I think he would throw hands and complained, took it to high places and- I couldn’t have him do that.”

“Oh, so instead you let him-“ Steve shot back, but stopped himself mid-sentence, taking a calming breath as he felt you stiffen in his arms. You didn’t like angry Steve; you hated when he raised his voice and he knew that. “Bucky could tell there was something wrong.”

“So he ratted me out. How kind of him,” you noted, unable to help the note of sarcasm in your tone.

“Hey. I’m glad he did. I got an amazing sex from it,” Steve joked lightly, making you snort and bury your face in his chest, your cheeks burning. He chuckled and caressed your hair before growing serious again. “But more importantly, I think that the guy won’t be bothering you again. Bucky’s only looking out for you, you know. He likes you too.”

You knew it was the truth and you were genuinely grateful for the fact that Steve’s best friend approved of you to begin with – the idea caused you smile into Steve’s sleepshirt.

“Yeah... I guess. I’m sorry that I didn’t tell you-“ No, that wasn’t right. “I’m not actually. I am sorry though that you found out this way. I was just... you were so stressed about the article and I didn’t want to burden you with some smug jackass-“

You head rose and fell with Steve’s deep inhale and exhale, his thumb gently stroking your bare arm.

“I won’t say it’s okay… but I get it,” he admitted, fingers sliding under your chin so he could look at your face, meet your gaze. His eyes… they dimmed with worry and a sting in your heart warned you not to ever bring the same sadness into them again. “But please don’t do that again. If something troubles you... just tell me, alright?

You closed your eyes, unable to bear the intensity he spoke with, but hummed in agreement.

“Hey, I mean it, sweetheart. Look at me-“ And once again, for the hundredth time that day, always after being asked to, you did. “Please? Even if you think it will make me mad or sad... I’d rather knew than found out I was so focused on something else that I almost missed us growing apart.”

Warmth spread in your chest at his admission, as painful as heartfelt. Your hand cradled his cheek, enjoying the gentle scrape of his whiskers against your palm. “That’s not gonna happen, Steve. Never. You’re mine and I’m yours. I love you and some Italian jerk calling me a princess won’t change that.”

“How would you feel if the roles were reversed? If I was keeping something that makes me feel bad from you? If I was scared maybe?”

Okay, ouch, that was a low blow, because it was obvious that you’d hate it—but it was also hypocrisy of the highest order.

“You didn’t tell me about the hate mail right away either. Had you waited another day, I would have learned from Professor Danvers,” you deadpanned, bringing a grimace to Steve’s face.

“Okay, that’s fair. But I learned my lesson. So please?” he pleaded again and really – how could you say no to his puppy eyes? Who gave the right to look so cute to such handsome, no, to fucking sexy man?

“Okay. Fine. Consider this me learning mine.”

“Just try,” Steve whispered, a content smile spreading on his lips, eyes softening. “It’s all I ask.”

“Uh-huh.”

“Thank you.”

After that, comfortable silence fell on your pair and you nuzzled further into Steve’s warmth, a content sigh leaving your lips. This was your definition of heaven.

Of course Steve had to crash the party with the dumbest question ever.

“So… you don’t like him, right?”

Your eyes snaped open, a loud groan erupting from your chest as you tried to twist from Steve’s hold – one that turned into a deadly grip, not allowing you to move an inch.

“Steve, he turned out to be the smuggest asshole I’ve ever met and that says something coming from me, because I met you, Bucky and Tony Stark in passing. So no, I don’t like him,” you spitted out, purposely jabbing at both Steve and the company he kept. And digging your elbow to his ribs, drawing a surprised, wounded, very manly yelp from him and having him release you. “If that makes you feel better, Da-ni-el might be speaking fluent Italian and English, but as far as I’m concerned, he sounds like a dick in both of those.”

Steve snorted a laugh, hands instantly taking a hold of you again, pulling you close. “Okay, okay, message received. Now come back here.”

You sputtered a curse as he had managed to rattle you, but you let him embrace you fully, because frankly, you had spent about five seconds out of his arms and already missed him. Even if he was amused by your antics.

“I love when you get all worked up. My feisty girl-“

“Shut up, Steven.”

“Oh, so it’s Steven now-“

You shot him a look, forcing yourself to keep a straight face when you saw the happy twinkle in his eye. Gorgeous bastard. So hard to be mad at him.

“Two words, Rogers: Smug. Asshole. My point stands,” you grumbled, his grin widening at your pretended grumpiness. “Oh, screw you-”

Faster than you could comprehend, you found yourself rolled over to your back; caged between Steve’s arms, his body lined with yours, legs interweaved, chest to chest, nose to nose and then his lips brushed your cheek, whispering into your ear.

“You did. And I think you liked it.”

You giggled despite yourself, your heart fluttering in delight; Steve’s giddiness was like a shot of ecstasy to your veins as he kissed you with a grin on his lips. After seeing him so worried for the past few days… you melted into him, committing every second of this to your memory.

“What’s got you so happy, Professor Rogers?” you questioned, watching him as he retreated, the twinkle in his irises taking away good five ten years from his handsome features.

“Well, you see, sweetheart,” he started, dropping a kiss to your nose, drawing another giggle from your lips. “Today, I told some hormonal brat who was making moves on my girlfriend to back off…”

“Uh-huh…”

“…I made crazy love to the said girlfriend-“

“Said girlfriend? You have more of those?” you muttered teasingly, earning a playful pinch to your side.

“I get to spend the rest of the day in bed with the woman I love, postponing the boys’ night-“

“You are?!”

Screw it, Penny would understand if you ditched her for one night-

Steve grinned boyishly, brushing his nose with yours tenderly. “Uh-huh. And I got an email this morning, saying that my article is getting published, so-“

You squealed in joy, grabbing his face and crushing your mouth to his, evidently surprising him, but once he regained his balance, he chuckled and responded in kind, lips following you eagerly when you suddenly withdrew.

“STEVE, THAT’S AMAZING!!”

“Shh, keep it down,“ he scolded you, half-heartedly muffling your voice with his palm, but his body was shaking with laughter at your excitement. You pushed the offending hand away.

“NO WAY I’M GONNA BE QUIET! YOU’RE SO AMAZING! I’M SO PROUD OF YOU!”

He shut you up with a kiss – and who were you to refuse that, your hands caressing him everywhere you could reach instead, in a desperate attempt to show him how happy you were for him.

Apparently, seeing you so giddy worked for Steve’s appetite too, because you could feel him growing hard again against your thigh, his tongue pushing past the seam of your lips to taste the euphoria on your tongue.

Despite your undeniable arousal, you refused to give in, retreating, and continued gushing much to his displeasure.

“Steve, that’s wonderful news! Congratulations! We have to celebrate-“

“I’m pretty sure we already have,“ he mumbled, searching for your mouth again, his lips persuasive as they sank into yours, tempting, whispering: “We could again.”

You hummed in agreement, your resolve slowly thinning, but then you mentally stomped your foot. “Not with sex, you filthy maniac! Really celebrate! Champagne and stuff!”

Steve’s brows furrowed, lips pouty as he discontentedly observed you making plans to celebrate his success differently from his ideas.

“You’re so wonderful, Stevie, so smart!” you kept babbling, searching in his brilliant irises for any shadow of disagreement you would dismantle by any means necessary. Speaking of Steve’s super-intelligent brain… “How are you with me again?”

“Hey!” he opposed to your words instantly, his expression darkening. “Shush it! You’re brilliant and you know it.”

“Meh,” you scoffed dismissively, earning a dangerous glint in Steve’s eye.

“Stop it or I’ll make you.”

Oh, you’d like that. So would he, judging by one particularly hard part of his body poking your stomach.

“You deserve the world and I love you, because you are incredibly smart and talented,” Steve exclaimed pointedly.

Then, he made a pregnant pause, leaning in to brush the shell of your ear with his sinful lips, a little scrape of his teeth breaking the last remnants of your conviction about leaving this bed to celebrate your boyfriend’s brilliance.

“And let’s not forget, pretty girl… you’re my principessa.”

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Ah, look at them, knowing sex isn’t a solution to everything and actually choosing to talk about the issue too :D

By the way, I’m probably going to hell. Again.

Also, I admit I got inspired for the line about languages and sounding like a dick from The Flash episode (go to 3:15)

Sideway note: Not gonna lie, that infamous ‘shhh’ advice helped me through some tough time and hearing Chris talking about anxiety and stuff just makes me go like… good for him, being such a wonderful human being. But dammit, imagining hearing that ‘shhh’ in certain situation… my fucking death.

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A New Town

This is the wild result of Weswin and Alric taking over my brain for the night having me write 6 pages in under 2 hours. This scene will MAYBE be from Book 2 of the main Lacohe trilogy if I decide to keep it, but for now I wanted to share because I thought it was cool

1254 words. tw: depersonalization

While Weswin went to barter with the gatekeeper for entrance to the town, Alric wandered over to the notice board and gazed over the various flyers and posted warnings. He noticed one corner in particular – plastered with bounties for various criminals and highwaymen. He squinted at them in the red setting sunlight, searching for if any looked familiar, then glanced over his shoulder at his traveling companion. The red hair faded into an auburn and freckles disappeared as he approached. Alric blinked a couple of times to make sure he wasn’t imagining it. He ought to keep an eye on that one, to make sure he didn’t lose him the minute he wandered away. He was about to turn around to re-join Weswin when his partner shook hands with the guard and hurried over to the notice board, shoving their papers in his knapsack.

“We’re good to go in! He said that there’s a tavern in want of entertainment just a block off the main plaza. We can head there, and barter for lodging for the night.” He said, handing over the directions so that he could look them over.

“Sounds like a good a plan as any,” Alric mumbled, turning away from the board. Now, Weswin squinted at the posters over his shoulder.

“Are you wanted?” He asked.

Alric scoffed, “Not here, thank the gods.”

He’d be wanted by no-one but the mages, if they knew what he’d done.

“Where then?”

Alric started at that. He shot Weswin a scowl. “You shouldn’t ask about that so close to the guards,” he hissed, jerking his head back towards the gate.

“Aw, they don’t care. As long as you’re not their problem. Hell, if you ticked off the right people they might welcome you as a hero, fanfare and all.”

“And you’d know?”

“Oh yeah, I’ve been run out of….” He paused and counted on his fingers. “Six towns now. And treated like a prince in two. Not looking to improve that record though. The last one was a long time ago. I’ve gotten better at being inconspicuous.”

As he stood near Alric, his hair turned back to the jet black that it had been when they were alone together in the woods. He shrugged and shifted his lute onto his other shoulder.

Alric narrowed his eyes at that. “You’re not going to cause any problems, are you?”

“Only if you do. Then I’d want in on the fun.”

Alric rolled his eyes and stalked in the direction of the gate. “Come on. I’m hungry.”

Weswin followed him with a spring in his step. “I’ll pay if you tell me that story.”

“Not a chance.”

Weswin shrugged and whistled for Eep, who currently looked like a mouse. It scampered over and scrambled onto his boot. He bent to pick it up and plopped it comfortably in his vest pocket. Then they made their way into the city together. As they entered the throng of people, he pressed his lips into a thin line but said nothing.

“What should I call you?” Alric whispered as they passed through the crowded entry courtyard.

“Wait,” he whispered.

Alric nodded and continued, following the directions. Weswin trailed a half-step behind so he could keep an eye on his friend and not get lost in the business. City markets were both his blessing and his curse. He loved sitting amongst the people, watching their endless faces and mannerisms, imagining stories for each of them. He loved the way the different ways they talked, smiled, gestured. He loved the mothers trying to buy groceries as their children tugged at their skirts. He loved the shopkeepers selling a thousand different wares. He loved the way they haggled and complimented and lied through their teeth to make a sale. He loved the way the soldiers stood at attention for hours under the sun and the brief moments someone cracked their momentary sternness. He loved the way the elderly gathered around the central cistern to gossip and lecture and catch up on the good old days. He loved the beggars, waiting for charity and helping each other when they could. He loved the big stages for the orators who wove arguments with silver tongues, for the performs flipping and tumbling with no regard for their necks, for the musicians that would lighten everyone’s lives with a little song. He was all of these people, and they all were him. His breath mingled with his brethren, his footsteps combined with theirs to make the ground almost rumble, his heartbeat in time with the heartbeat of the city itself.

It was all a part of him but he would never be a part of their daily lives. He would never be the friendly face at the cistern, He would never be the one whose house you came to when you needed a spare cup of flour. Communities don’t tolerate a perpetual stranger. Too many years of heartbreak taught him that. He’d come with a gust of wind and he’d go with the next storm. That was the way of things. It stretched him thin and left him with a hollowness in his chest, an ache in his bones, and exhaustion that a night in the tavern could never truly take away. On his own, he could almost forget. But in the market, his soul was split among a million different lives.

He stopped and took it all in, eyes shut, feeling his magic stretch in every direction. It hurt. He wanted to enjoy this trip. Eep quivered in his pocket. You feel it too, don’t you?

A gentle nudge on his shoulder shook him out of his reverie, and he opened his eyes to see Alric peering at him with a concerned expression.

“Wes-“

“I’m ok.” He shook his head but didn’t attempt to move.

“Let’s get you out of here.”

“mmhmm.” What had that looked like to an outsider? He hoped he hadn’t worried his friend too much. Or scared him, for that matter. Alric didn’t say anything else on the matter. Instead, he took his elbow and steered him in the direction of a less-crowded side street. Weswin came to his senses as they approached the door of the tavern. This was where he could function. He pulled the papers from his sack. They were made out to Israa Hendry – the name he’d come up with at the gate.

“How close do I look to before?” He asked Alric.

“Black hair, not red. Still long, but straight now. Your nose is smaller too. I think you’re about the same height.”

“Close enough.”

“By what metric?”

“By the ‘the guard didn’t write any of that information on the papers, just the time we came in.’ metric. No ID, that means I can bluff.”

“You’re going to… bluff your way into buying a room?”

“Sure. It’s not like the barkeep is going to check this.”

“Wouldn’t it just be easier for me to make the transaction?”

“You playing?” Weswin asked, jabbing a thumb over his shoulder at the lute. Alric frowned, then shook his head.

“Fine.”

“Didn’t you say you are wanted somewhere? I don’t suppose you’ve got a fake persona to use while we’re in town?”

“um…”

“Didn’t think so.”

“I’ll figure something out.”

“Sure. Until then, let me do the acting. Besides, if anything goes wrong, nobody will notice me anyhow.”

Alric grumbled for a moment, then handed over the paper with a resigned look. Weswin beamed at him, and led the way into the tavern, showing no sign of the earlier lapse.

He hoped.

#my writing #the laoche chronicles #laoche excerpt #wip excerpt #am writing

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risottoneroo · 4 years

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Ok time to request some fluff with Josuke ☺️ can you do # 13. “Didn’t you hear the news? It’s safer to shower in pairs.” Thank you! 💕

A/N: FINALLY JOSUKE…love you…this is long…..i got carried away……….hope u like it!!!!

Warnings: Implied smut, Josuke being smooth, Josuke being awkward, drunkenness, drinking games, drunk Josuke is hot imo

It was late, and both you and Josuke were drunk. You were sitting in your basement with Okuyasu, Koichi and Yukako. Your parents were gone for the whole weekend, so naturally you invited all your friends over to play drinking games with some stolen liquor.

Koichi considered. “Uh. Never have I ever…had sex.”

You nudged Yukako. “He’s never, huh?”

She flushed and looked away. “Don’t be crude.”

You smirked, then looked across the circle at Josuke. He was smiling at you softly, and you felt a blush spread on your cheeks from more than alcohol. You stared across the circle, getting lost in his eyes. Until Okuyasu, sitting on your other side, nudged you. “Hey. Y/N. You listening?”

Your face went deep red. “Uh…what?”

Okuyasu laughed. “I said, never have I ever had tits.”

You rolled your eyes. “Cheap shot.”

You poured shots for Yukako and yourself. You were on your third. You took the shot, the liquor burning down your throat, then shook your head. It was your turn. You smiled across the circle at Josuke. “Never have I ever…made goo goo eyes at my crush IN CLASS.”

Josuke shrugged and picked up the bottle, chugging from it directly. Koichi sighed. “Josuke…that’s gross.”

He shrugged, setting it down in the middle again. “It’s alcohol, it sterilizes.”

Koichi grumbled and poured shots for himself and Yukako. Okuyasu could pass.

You had a plan. You knew that after everything was said and done, Josuke would stay to help you clean up, and then he’d finally confess. You caught him staring at you so much, you knew he liked you. Combined with the way he blushed and smiled when you talked to him, you figured it was a pretty big one.

The game continued until you’d each had about six shots. Koichi stood to go to the bathroom and immediately fell back down, and thus the game ended. You stood and helped him up. “Yukako, can you help him?”

She nodded and held his arms. “I’ll make sure he gets home safe.”

You nodded and walked to Josuke, stumbling a bit over your feet and tripping. You braced yourself to land on the floor, but you were closer to him than you’d thought, and your hands landed on his thighs. You looked up to find his face inches from yours. He glanced one way, then the other. Sometime between Yukako grabbing Koichi and you tripping, the basement had become deserted. Okuyasu had fucked off somewhere, and you two were alone.

Josuke flushed deep red. “Y/N-“

You didn’t move. “S-Sorry.”

He shook his head. “Don’t be.”

You looked down. “Josuke…this is inappropriate.”

You felt a finger under your chin, and he whispered, “I like it.”

He lifted your face to his and kissed you sweetly. You smiled. Finally. You pulled back to get to a more comfortable position. You straightened up and sat in front of him. He shook his head, his hands reaching for you. “Mm-mm. No. Come here.”

You bit your lip, and Josuke knew he was done for.

You hesitantly shuffled over to straddle his lap, not touching him. His hands hovered over your waist, and you nodded. He smiled and gripped your waist, pulling you close. “Put your weight on me.”

You slowly let yourself down, sitting on his lap. He kissed you again, and you put your hands on the back of his neck. His hair was silky, but tight against his scalp in his style. You dug your fingers into it, and he purred. “Don’t go messing up my hair, sweetheart, I might get actually angry…”

You giggled. “Oh?”

He smiled. “Yes.”

You pulled back. “In that case, I have to get ready for bed. Care to come?”

His face flushed. “You don’t mean…?”

You flushed in unison. “N-No! I mean- I mean we can cuddle?”

You cringed. Josuke smiled and got up. “I’d like that.”

You took his hand and led him upstairs, past the living room, where Okuyasu was already passed out on the couch, up to your room. You were still both in your school uniforms. You slid your skirt off, revealing your high-cut underwear, then became aware of Josuke’s eyes. He was blushing. You smiled and walked up to him. He looked away, mumbling an apology. You sighed and pulled him into another kiss, stopping midway to pull off your shirt. Josuke nearly died on the spot. You kissed him again, and he had no clue where to put his hands. His mind was racing a million miles a minute, and he couldn’t make any sense of it.

You pulled back and smiled gently at him. “I’ve never done this either. Don’t be scared.”

Josuke nodded and put his hands on your hips. “Is this okay?”

You nodded and he slid his hands down to your ass. You giggled. “That’s fine too.”

He squeezed it gently, smiling. You kissed his cheek. “Come on. Let’s shower.”

He immediately blushed all the way down to his neck. “Wh-What?”

You winked at him, taking his hand and leading him to the door. “Didn’t you hear the news? It’s safer to shower in pairs.”

Josuke knew at that moment that you’d be the death of him, and that he’d go happily to it.

#jojo #jojos bizarre adventure #jojo kimyou na bouken #josuke #josuke x reader #josuke higashikata #josuke higashikata x reader #implied smut #alcohol #drinking games #drunk josuke #my writing

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spidercakes · 4 years

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Another preview of this AU in which Tony is fucking his best friend’s kid (feat alpha!Tony and omega!Peter). Also, Tony is Italian for reasons.

Warnings: underage sex, kink mentions, D/s undertones, orgasm denial, A/B/O.

Peter has always had a crush on Mr. Stark. He wasn’t around much when Peter was super young, he’d still had that fancy NASA job at the time so he’d been busy with that. But he’d come around every once and awhile and Peter was never good at stopping himself from staring. Tony never really noticed him back, not until about a year ago. Tony had moved in a few streets away post his divorce with Pepper so he’d been around a lot more than usual. Peter had had a hard time then, with Tony so close and he’d only just started to get heats so every fantasy he had was of Tony. He’d only started to notice Tony noticing him back after they all went to see fireworks in the summer. He’d put on that pink skirt that was slightly too small and a thin sweater, nothing totally unusual, but something about it must have caught Tony’s attention because he’d noticed him staring a few times that night.

He found Tony staring a lot after that and at first he thought it was a coincidence, at least until he tested it. He started wearing things that Tony seemed to like more than others again, testing to see if his reaction was the same. By now he knows every combination to drive Tony the right kind of wild, which is why he knows he’s going to get bent over tonight. Of course he would, wearing the same outfit he’d worn to his sixteenth birthday party. Tony hadn’t made any attempt to do something about is obvious attraction and Peter would have been too shy normally, but Bucky had slipped him some Russian vodka that day and the buzz he got gave him enough of a confidence boost to kiss Tony.

Fuck, he’d barely expected Tony to kiss him back but Tony did him a hell of a lot better than that. He’d pulled Peter into the bathroom and lifted him onto the counter, pushing him back as Peter spread his legs for him almost on instinct. Tony had fingered him so fucking good he came three times and had to change his outfit. He’d lost his virginity three days later and he’s been fucking Tony ever since. He’s so damn good, not that he had a ton of experience before but he had enough to know that Tony is good, and there was that whole thing with Flash. He wanted to know where he stood with Tony and smelling like someone else sure pissed him off. Plus messing around with Flash wasn’t worth his time anyway, not when Tony was so much better.

When Tony opens the door to his house Peter is thinking about the cuffs he’d stuck around Peter’s wrists, how he’d fucked him hard enough to hurt, but in a good way. Tony looks amused when he spots him, “something on your mind, tesoro?” Tony asks.

He grins at the term of endearment and walks into the house, shutting the door behind him as he wraps an arm around Tony’s neck. “Was thinking about that one time you cuffed me to your bed and fucked me hard enough to see stars,” he murmurs as he leans into Tony’s body.

Tony wraps his arms around his waist but he doesn’t do much more. That’s his first hint that something is wrong but the next is Tony’s soft sigh. “You suck at sneaking out,” he says and Peter frowns.

“I’ve never been caught so I think I do fine.” And he’d been worried about that too, but he’s always quiet and no one has ever called him on it so he figures he’s okay. Or maybe not, if Tony felt the need to mention it.

“You might be, but Bucky still noticed you gone. And has a general amount of times you sneak out a week and he knows how long you’ve been gone. So you kind of suck at this,” he says.

Peter pouts because what the fuck, how the hell is anyone even noticing his absence? Steve sleeps like a rock and Bucky isn’t much lighter of a sleeper either. He’s taken whole trips down the stairs with Ned in arm without either of them waking up but no, they notice when he sneaks out. “How the hell does he know that?” He swears no one has ever caught him sneaking in or out, including all those times he’s snuck out to play D&D with Liz, Ned, and MJ.

“No idea, but given his skill set I’m surprised he doesn’t know more. Probably because he wants you to talk to him, which led to him making me talk to you, which is a whole ass mess all things considered.” Tony looks a little pained and Peter hates when he gets like this, all guilty and whatever. He wants this, he’s wanted this since he figured out what the hell sexuality meant. He can’t remember a time in his life when he didn’t want Tony in some way or another. Tony doesn’t need to feel guilty for being with him and yeah, things are a little messy right now but they’ll get better eventually. Not for awhile considering the whole underage thing but he’s not going to be sixteen forever.

“Hey,” Peter murmurs, leaning in and kissing Tony. He kisses him back tentatively, the way he always does when he’s reminded that Peter is young, or comes attached to Bucky and to a significantly lesser extent Steve. “Baby, don’t be like this you know I want you. And you know you wouldn’t be able to watch me with someone else anyway.”

Tony swears under his breath because they both know its true, its not like he reacted all that positively to Peter treating this more like a casual relationship and that’s not what either one of them wants anyway. Tony, Peter is sure, is probably just too old for that shit and Peter never had an interest in messing around anyway. Mostly he’d done it out of curiosity even if it also had the added benefit of figuring out what the hell was going on with Tony. His curiousness didn’t pay off much anyway, Flash was alright, probably talented compared to everyone else their age, but Tony is well past the fumbling around and figuring it out stage and Peter likes that about him.

“I know you do, Peter,” Tony says but its soft, resigned to something or another and Peter sighs. Looks like this guilty feeling isn’t going anywhere anytime soon.

“Don’t give me that, baby, you know I want this. From the beginning I’ve been the one pushing it, I came to you, and I’m not going anywhere if I can help it.” Of course he isn’t, he’s probably a little in love with Tony so he’s not about to leave him. Okay, no, he’s head over heels deep in love with Tony but he’s not going to tell him that. They haven’t even been together that long and also he doesn’t want to seem like he’s a stupid kid making impulsive decisions. He’s not, but he doesn’t want it to seem that way either.

He gets a small smile out of Tony, who’s arms wrap around him tighter. A good sign. “You were thinking about those cuffs hmm?” he asks, hand sliding down over his ass.

Peter’s breath hitches as Tony noses at his jaw, kissing down his neck when Peter moves his head to the side for him. “Mhm. Made me feel so good that day, so worth being sore for the next three days.” They’d had to improvise on sex for a couple days but that was fine, Peter got to learn how to do all sorts of other things that drive Tony wild.

Tony’s teeth graze his neck and Peter gasps, arching into him. “That’s it baby, you know you’re mine, hmm?” Peter nods because yeah, yeah he’s Tony’s, always has been and always will be. “You ever thought about using more than just the cuffs?” Tony asks, nipping at his neck again.

“What do you mean?” Peter asks.

“I mean real play baby, something a little more intense,” he murmurs as his hand slips under Peter’s skirt. He moans softly, teeth grazing Peter’s neck in a way that leaves him gasping as he clings tightly to Tony, “no panties?” he asks.

He’d forgotten about that until now, actually. He huffs out a laugh, smiling a little. “I was maybe hoping that you would bend me over and I wanted to make it easy for you,” Peter tells him. Tony spares a glance at the stairs behind him and shakes his head a little before he turns around and picks Peter up. He lets out a small squeak as he wraps his legs around Tony’s waist, letting Tony carry him off to the living room before settling him on his back on the couch.

“You are so god damn perfect,” Tony murmurs, kissing him softly as he trails a hand up Peter’s inner thigh.

Peter spreads his legs for him, “fuck me Tony, I need it baby,” he says, not caring that he sounds whiny. Peter tightens his grip on Tony’s shirt as he tries to pull away because that’s the opposite of what he wanted.

Tony grins and kisses him, “I need to grab a condom, Peter, let me go,” he murmurs, looking amused.

“Don’t need one,” Peter tells him. “Started taking birth control.”

“Doesn’t work that fast, baby,” Tony murmurs like Peter isn’t aware of that.

“Three months ago. Started taking it three months ago,” Peter clarifies. That catches Tony’s attention because he perks up a little, raising an eyebrow at Peter as he looks down at him. Peter moans softly, unable to hold back the reaction at just the thought of Tony fucking him bare. “I’ve wanted you to knot me since my first heat-” he starts but Tony leans in quick, kissing the words from his mouth.

His hand trails back down Peter’s thigh, fingers making their way quickly to his hole before he pushes two fingers inside him. “Mmm, fuck your ass is so perfect,” Tony murmurs, “so god damn wet for me.”

Peter moans, back arching into Tony hard. “I don’t need the prep Tony just get inside me, I wanna feel you,” he says.

“Since your first heat?” Tony asks, nipping at the underside of Peter’s jaw.

He laughs softly, “ever since I figured out what I felt about you was sexual attraction,” he tells Tony. Peter moans loudly when Tony bites his neck, fucking into his ass harder with his fingers.

“You’ve wanted me for that long, hmm?” he murmurs.

Peter nods a little desperately as Tony pulls his fingers out of him but he knows Tony well, he’s about to get his cock instead so he doesn’t complain. Tony pulls his pants open almost desperately as Peter pulls his skirt up over his hips so it doesn’t get in the way because he wants this, he wants it so bad its like his body is begging for it. When Tony pushes in he throws his head back and moans as he feels himself clench over Tony’s cock.

Tony presses his face into Peter’s neck and lets out a soft impatient moan as he pushes into Peter faster. “Oh my god,” Tony moans into his ear, voice near awed. Peter can’t help the way his body responds to that, how he tightens around Tony’s cock as he gets slicker. Its just so hot that he can not only make an alpha feel this way, but the alpha for him. He’s never wanted anyone but Tony ever, he’s always known that no one would ever live up and he feels so good sliding in and out of his ass that Peter knows he’s right. He feels so much better than what Peter had ever imagined and he wants so much more.

“I’ve only ever jerked off to you,” Peter whispers, cheeks flushing slightly as he realizes what he just said. Tony starts fucking into him faster though so he doesn’t complain as his back arches into Tony when he hits that sweet spot that leaves his toes curling.

“Only ever cum for me too?” Tony all but growls in his ear. Peter nods desperately as Tony fucks into him fast and hard. “Come on baby, don’t lie. You’ve never gotten off to porn? Didn’t cum with that classmate you fooled around with? You’ve cum for someone who isn’t me,” Tony murmurs in a low, seductive tone that has Peter leaking precum.

He shakes his head though, “I’ve tried porn, none of it ever measured up to my fantasies of you. And I didn’t cum with Flash,” he says. Tony bites his neck again, this time harder and Peter’s back arches into him as Tony growls a little. “I’m gunna cum,” he tells Tony. “I’m gunna fucking cum your cock is too good.”

Tony runs his fingers through Peter’s hair and grips it tight, forcing his head further to the side as Tony bites at it again. “Don’t you fucking dare,” Tony growls at him, “you aren’t going to cum until I tell you to.”

#starker #tony stark x peter parker #fic preview #alternate universe #Best Friend's Kid AU #alpha beta omega

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drakaina-amore64 · 3 years

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TLC (Tender Loving Care)

Rating: Explicit

Relationship: Hiccup/Astrid

Summary: Astrid is feeling a bit overwhelmed and Hiccup decides she is in need of a bit of TLC.

Word count: 1357

Tags: Fluff, Smut, Oral. Modern AU.

I wrote this for a friend, to hopefully cheer them up or at least make them smile :). Something short, and fluffy.

Astrid sighed in frustration, running her hands through her hair while reading the words on the screen. She’d been sitting there almost all day, trying to get this work assignment done before the deadline, all while trying to organise the two kids and keep the house organised.

Exhaustion felt like an understatement, she was...beyond that. It had been a relief when Hiccup had walked through the door, instantly taking over entertaining the kids so she could at least finish preparing dinner.

But now the kids were in bed, fast asleep, allowing her to finally sit down and work on this report in peace. Easier said than done though, she was so tired that she could barely concentrate. So Astrid continued to sit there, watching the cursor blink on the screen and feeling even more disheartened. At least it’s not due for another week, she thought.

A quiet knock sounded at the door and Astrid swiveled around to see Hiccup leaning against the frame. “How are you getting on?” he asked gently. Astrid shrugged, gesturing to the screen. He gave her a small smile, walking over to place his hands over her shoulders, slowly massaging the tension out of them. Astrid hummed and leant her head back against his torso, enabling him to lean down to press his lips against hers. “Do you want anything? A drink?” he murmured against her lips.

Astrid nodded. “I’d love a hot chocolate, with a shot of caramel syrup.”

“Whipped cream?”

“Please,” Astrid replied, turning back to the screen. Hiccup gave her shoulders another squeeze and left the room, leaving her to continue watching the screen, hoping that it would just write what was inside her head so that she didn’t have to type it out. That would just be so much easier.

10 minutes later, Hiccup came back into the room, empty handed. Before Astrid could say anything, he took her hand, insistently tugging until she stood up, letting him lead her away from the computer. “Where are we going?” she questioned.

“You’ll see.”

He led her into their bathroom and she gasped when she saw that Hiccup had run a bath for her. Not only that, he had also lit a few scented candles around the bath, placing her hot chocolate on the side, along with a small bowl of her favourite wine gum lollies - the ones with the soft filled centres.

“You did this for me?”

“I did. You deserve to relax. I know things have been stressful for you,” he said as his hands lifted the hem of her top. Astrid put up her arms so that he could lift it up and over her head, smiling when he quickly undid her bra before the top had even hit the floor. His fingers curled under the waistband of her skirt and underwear, pulling them down her toned legs, and off her feet, leaving her completely bare. “In you get, milady.”

Astrid didn’t need telling twice. She carefully hopped in the bath, sitting down and reclining back until her head rested against one end, feet against the other. The hot water immediately soothed the tension in both her body and her mind. She sighed with content, eye closing. “Hmm, this is nice,” she told Hiccup.

“Good,” he replied with a soft smile, brushing the hair away from her face as he came to kneel beside the bath. “I found that golden glitter bath bomb as well, if you want to use it?”

Astrid nodded and watched as he unwrapped it before dropping it into the bath, where it began fizzing immediately. The water shimmered with glitter as it continued fizzing until finally it dissipated into nothing. Astrid moved the water around with her hand, lifting it up to see that the glitter had stuck to her skin. “I wonder if that will come off easily,” she laughed.

Hiccup smiled, “Maybe, or you might be a walking disco ball for a few days.” Astrid laughed even harder, already feeling less stressed than she had been earlier. Hiccup held a wine gum out between his fingers and Astrid opened her mouth, letting him pop it in.

“Mmm, so good.”

Astrid opened her mouth for another and Hiccup was happy to oblige, carefully popping them in one by one until the bowl was empty. He passed over the mug of hot chocolate for her to sip at, sitting with his back against the bathroom wall while they engaged in conversation. It wasn’t until the water turned lukewarm, that Astrid decided she’d had enough and pulled the plug to drain the water. Hiccup was already holding the towel out, waiting as she stepped over the bath and onto the mat before wrapping her up with it. She began drying herself as Hiccup blew out the candles, taking the dishes back to the kitchen before coming back to the bathroom.

“I don’t know if I have enough energy to finish that report tonight,” she told him truthfully. Hiccup nodded in understanding, holding his hand out for her to take. Astrid took it, letting him pull her into an embrace. Or what she thought was going to be an embrace. She gave a surprised gasp as he lifted her up, turning and walking in the direction of their bedroom. “Bedtime already?” she asked with amusement. Hiccup shook his head, bringing his mouth to hers to kiss her softly. Astrid melted into the kiss, not even registering that he was lying her down on the end of the bed until he removed his arms and her bare back hit the covers. She began to scoot back to the top of the bed but he grabbed her ankle, pulling her back towards him and bringing his mouth down to her pussy a second later. Astrid gasped, as Hiccup’s tongue slid through her folds, finding her clit instantly and sending shockwaves of pleasure through her entire body.

Astrid moaned, spreading her legs further to provide him better access, which he quickly took advantage of. He sucked at her clit, moving down to lap at her core and around her folds, causing her to mewl with pleasure. It felt amazing. Astrid couldn’t help but bring a hand up to twist in his hair, holding him in place as he continued to eat her out with fervour. He moaned along with her, clearly enjoying the taste while his hot tongue flicked everywhere, changing from her clit, to around her folds, dipping in her hole and even licking around her rim. The combination of sensations quickly drove Astrid to her peak, the warmness building inside until finally, it exploded and she came with a cry, writhing on the bed as Hiccup gripped her hips to hold her still while his tongue flicked rapidly against her clit. He only stopped when she attempted to clamp her legs shut, the hypersensitivity becoming too much. Her body continued to twitch with aftershocks, mind still dazed from the intense orgasm.

Hiccup straightened, a mischievous grin on his face as she blinked up at him. “Are you still there?” he asked cheekily.

“No,” she replied as her body gave one final twitch. Hiccup chuckled and sat down on the bed.

“I know that you need to get this report done - that you want to do it. But if you are tired, how about we just go and play that new game I got, eat some mozzarella sticks with sour cream and you try again tomorrow when I have the day off?”

Astrid nodded. “I like that idea.”

Hiccup offered his hands and she took them so that he could pull her to stand. Putting on a dressing gown, Astrid then followed Hiccup to the living room, sitting down on the couch while he prepared the game.

“Hey Hiccup?”

He turned from where he stood at the TV. “Yeah?”

“Thank you - for looking after me. I have to remember to not put so much pressure on myself sometimes.”

“You’re welcome, milady.”

Astrid smiled, curling up on the couch. She hadn’t managed to get much of the report done, but tomorrow would be a new day.

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Damienette Arranged Marriage: part 2

Part 1

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Okay. Here comes another part. I apologize if I missed someone for the Tag list, but in two days this got more responses than my other fics get in a week.

Credits: Miraculous Ladybug team for the elements I take from MLB show. DC for their characters, @ozmav for the AU, @maribat-archive for giving me access to so many different stories to have take inspirations from and me for the plot.

Damienette Arranged Marriage: part 2

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"I am so sorry they dragged you into this!" She started to apologize to him and trying to hug him. His instincts told him to push her away, but he was too stunned to follow on it. This girl was actually apologizing him for her life being ruined? Just where did his mother find her?

Marinette began to cry her heart out. She felt lost. The boy awkwardly reciprocated her hug, patting her back. His armor was not the most comfortable, but she didn’t care. The girl was always good at reading people. She could easily see that he was just as confused by this situation, only chose not show it.

Damian gave her one more look. The girl felt so fragile right now. When she first apologized to him something inside broke. She was kind, caring and selfless. His first thought was what was he pulled into. She apologized him for something she had no control over. Back home there were plenty of girl that once they found themselves in such situation would blame him, or even worse, try to abuse the situation. She chose to instead try and conform him. Tried being key word, because she quickly became a crying mess.

“I am sorry. I usually don’t break that easily…” She said between sobs. That was too much for Damian. He separated from her and cupped her hands with his. He noted that she was speaking french, but it wasn’t a problem for him. He was fluent in it. Learned it even before English actually.

“There is nothing you should apologize for. If anyone is to blame, it’s my mother and the old man who assisted her. You have no fault in this. I hold nothing against you” He did his best to comfort her. Even after spending five years with Bruce and the rest of ‘Batfam’ (He still didn’t like the name), Damian learned a bit about human interactions, but he was still far from any good at it. The bigger was his surprise that the girl actually calmed down a bit. She was no longer sobbing, but her eyes were still red and puffy. She nodded slowly.

“Thank you. I… I don’t usually shatter like that. I live… I lived in Paris.” She stated as if it would explain everything. Damian frowned at the past tense.

“Don’t worry. You will return there. Mother will not hold us captive for too long. Father will come for me soon.” He assured her.

“I… I…” She was at the loss of words. Before she gathered her thoughts and managed to say something, a new voice joined the conversation.

“Mistress Talia want to see you both. Please follow me.” Three assassins stood in front of them. Marinette quickly grabbed the cage with Tikki still inside and pulled her closer. She had no idea how to open this thing and Kwami was unhelpful in that matter. She looked at the boy. Only now she realized they never exchanged names. He nodded to her and stood up. She did too and stood next to him. Her ladybug instincts were telling her to try and find a way out, but common sense demanded she hide behind the boy.

She took a closer look at him. He was quite handsome. With green eyes deeper than even the ones of Adrien and fair skin. He had completely black hair that was combed back into spikes. His armor was decorated with some intricate design that any other day she would copy right away because it looked so amazing, but she was still feeling too down. It was dark gray with gold trimming. The red cape was held in place under his pauldrons and lower part formed into sort of skirt to protect his tights. He had the sword at his belt.

Damian snarled at the three assassins. “Lead the way. Be quick.” He acted as cold as he could, trying to act like he used to before his father showed him different path. To his amusement, the mooks stiffened and nodded quickly, leading them to his mother. Cowards. He scowled. It didn’t escape his attention that the girl held herself quite confident now, especially since she was a mess just a moment before. There was something strange about her. The creature she was carrying in the cage was constantly speaking to her in french and supporting her. Maybe she was not just some princess stolen from her life after all. At the same time, she was still a bit clumsy and easily scared. It made for… endearing combination. Just what the heck is going on with me!

They were led to a large, comfortable chamber witch held a single king-sized bed, a clean desk and a coffee table surrounded with three armchairs. All was mostly green, with addition of red. He knew this place. It was his mother’s private chamber.

“Hello Damian.” Speaking of the Devil, Talia walked from a doors in the far corner of the room. He didn’t notice them at first, but they were there. She was still dressed in her normal attire. The woman sat on one of the armchairs and pointed Marinette and Damian to do the same. He reluctantly did, and only then his ‘wife’ followed. “Tea?” Talia spoke in French, fully aware that her son would understand her, but unsure about the girl. She pointed to a fancy chinese Teapot and three cups on the table. Marinette did try to reach it, but Damian grabbed her by wrist and shook his head, earning a chuckle from his mother. “Oh please. Damian, poisoning you now would be counterproductive. I wouldn’t want to loose my new allies.”

“What is your game, Mother?” Damian hissed (also in French), but he let go of Marinette. She shakingly reached for the set. Talia smiled at the girl and helped her.

“Oh. Quite simple. Instead of removing a threat, I got us an ally.”

“Got you an ally. I already said I don’t want to have any part in this.” Damian said in cold fury. Marinette just sipped her tea, watching the two and slowly calming. She registered everything going on between them and her worries weren’t calmed in even smallest way.

“You will thank me one day son.” She stated. “But that’s not why I invited you two.” She pulled a small key and tossed it to Marinette, who instinctively catched it. As clumsy as she might be, she did have a good reflex. “There is no longer a point in holding the Kwami in cage.”

Instantly, the girl opened the cage and Tikki flew out, cuddling into Marinette. There were no spoken words between them, but the fact that they were both here was enough.

“What is this mother?”

“This, Damian, is a Kwami. A small god if you wish. But I am sure your wife will tell you more about it later. Now there is more pressing question: what’s next?”

“What do you mean?” Both the boy and girl asked confused.

“You are married now. But what do you plan on doing with it?” She smiled at the befuddled expression on their faces.

“First, I want to state that I despise you right now Mother. Forcing an innocent, powerless girl into this was crossing a line.”

“Excuse me?!” Tikki shouted, surprising Damian. “Marinette is anything but powerless! She is the bravest, kindest, most selfless and caring person that I know. She is strongest Ladybug yet so be careful how you speak about her, Heir of Demon!” The small Kwami shouted at the even more befuddled Damian. Talia was smirking until Tikki turned at her. The expression of cold fury didn’t work well on something so cute and with her pichy voice her anger was more endearing than scary. “And don’t get me started on you, daughter of Demon! You dare forcing my Chosen into this disgusting plots of yours. You are lucky she is too important to me to endanger her because otherwise I would get Plagg to wipe out this whole mountain range just to get you!”

Back in her armchair, Marinette tried to meld with the furniture. She wanted to disappear, become invisible. But at the same time, she couldn’t help but be thankful to Tikki. She was defending her and Marinette was happy to know that she is cared about. The girl looked at the two other humans in the room to see the boy… her husband… unnerved by the Kwami and the woman… her mother-in-law… looking amused. “Tikki! I think that’s enough. I just want to go home, to my parents…” Ladybug tried to calm her friend.

“I believe we were not yet properly introduced.” The woman stated. “I am Talia Al Ghul and this is my son…”

“Damian Wayne.” The boy interrupted, sending a deathly glare at his mother.

Marinette stared at him with an open mouth like he just declared to be a werewolf. She never saw any pictures of Wayne kids before, but something was telling him this was true. He didn’t need to lie to her in any way. They were already married. On that thought she had to keep tear from forming in her eye. She then realized that he was waiting for her.

“Oh! Right! Sorry! My name is Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Or now it will be Marinette Wayne? Or Marinette Dupain-Cheng Wayne? Do you use your mother’s name as well? Because then it would be Marinette Dupain-Cheng Al Ghul Wayne… Oh Kwami! How am I supposed to fit it under ‘name’ label in documents!” She started babbling completely random things until Damian placed a hand on her.

“Calm down. Breath. Don’t worry about it. I will take care of this.” His voice was perfectly calm, without any emotions. His face also took a bit more genial appearance, but he was still scowling in his mother’s direcion. Marinette slowly returned to senses.

“I am so sorry. I usually don’t panic. You know. Living in paris with all the Akumas.” She actually smiled. Never before Damian saw such prominent smile.

“What is Akuma?” He asked.

“Wait, you never heard about Hawkmoth?” She asked surprised. “I thought the news reached to America… Maybe that’s because Justice League ignored…” She stopped for a moment, remembering that her identity was supposed to be a secret, but then again, with Tikki floating around there was no real point in trying to cover it. “ignored my call for help back when I first became Ladybug. It’s been almost two years now that he is terrorizing Paris though.” She remembered when she became Ladybug, after particularly close Akuma attack she decided to call in help. She used her yo-yo to contact the League, but Green Lantern laughed in her face, calling it prank and threatening to sue her.

“And Justice League didn’t do anything? You look my age!”

“I am fifteen thank you very much.” She huffed.

“Exactly! So you’ve been doing it since you were twelve? Did you at least have some help?”

“Well, there was my partner, Chat Noir. And later on Master Fu trained me to be the next guardian.” She saddened on the thought of her former teacher.

“So two barely-teenagers were the only people protecting city from a terrorist attacks?” Damian was suddenly fuming. He had no idea why, but he felt protective over this ray of sunshine. She did not deserve this. “And the Justice League didn’t help?” She shook her head in response. Damian felt his hand instinctively go to his sword.

“But that’s a good thing. I don’t think I would be able to deal with akumatized Superman. Or even Flash. Or any other hero.”

“Don’t worry. I will have a talk with them about that.”

“You know them?!” Marinette screamed. Well, he was Wayne, but she didn’t think even the richest family in America had this kind of connections.

Talia watched this exchange with amusement. Maybe this girl wouldn’t be so bad for her son. She was reluctant to agree to this, but ultimately it was necessary. And now that she saw them interact they seemed like perfect couple. She brought light into the darkness that dwelled in her son while he gave her stability.

“Guess since you revealed your secret to me, it would be only fair for me to reciprocate.” He stated, sighting. “I am Robin.” He dropped the bomb as casually as he could. She looked at him with open eyes.

Before either could say anything more, there was a commotion outside. Talia instantly jumped from her chair and pulled her gun. Damian drew the sword and held it close. For a brief moment a memory of the attack Deathstroke led at the temple five years ago returned to his mind. Marinette looked at Tikki. The Kwami nodded, instantly understanding what was that about. “Tikki! Spots on!” She shouted and pink light enveloped her. When it died, Marinette was now dressed in red skintight bodysuit covered in black spots and with a black turtleneck. On her face was a red mask with five black spots that were in a symmetrical design. The bands holding her hair back became red ribbons, resembling a ladybug's antenas.

Damian wanted to stare at the girl, but the commotion got closer and closer to the doors. He took stance, ready to attack. Next to him, Ladybug started to spin her yo-yo in front, forming a pink shield.

The doors finally bursted open, revealing a towering man in suit that resembled bat in some way. “Demon Spawn!” Behind him came another voice, calling to the boy. Former assassin only groaned.

“Shut up Todd!” He scowled and sheathed his sword. “Looks like cavalry is finally here. Took you long enough.” Damian turned to Marinette. “Meet my father and a bunch of idiots that he adopted. I am still the only blood son mind you.” He announced that last one with pride.

“Whatever keeps you running demon spawn.”

“Stay silent Drake or I will make you!”

Bruce watched stunned. “Damian! No names in the field.” Batman gave another murderous glare at the girl. Everything about her practically screamed hero, but Bruce was a tidy bit overprotective about his family. To his surprise, the girl didn’t even flinch at his best patented bat-stare ®. She just smiled, but Damian spoke faster.

“I already told her about us. She knows who I am and even a complete idiot would figure the rest from there. And mother knew all along, so I still don’t see a problem here.”

“And why would you tell her everything?!” Jason screamed, still hidden behind Batman’s towering posture.

“Because she is my wife Todd!” Damian screamed. The silence in the room was thick enough that if the assassin swinged his sword, he would be able to cut it in half. Finally, Bruce was the one to break it.

“Fuck.”

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