Sometimes I'm having a peaceful moment doing homework or reading a book and I think of Melruth facesitting. Again.

Say Okay // Thor x Reader (Roommate AU) P1

Pairing: Thor x WOC Reader Word Count: 1.4k+ Warning: No powers, smut, langauge, feelios. We all know what you’re here for :D

Summary: It’s been so long since someone’s made you feel wanted, cherished and loved. It’s been even longer since you’ve gotten lucky! What happens when you discover your roommate a wants to give you all of the above?

Inspiration: “Say Okay” – Vanessa Hudgens

“When you call, I don’t know, If I should pick up the phone, every time… I’m not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I’m so shy But I don’t wanna be into you, If you don’t treat me the right way. See I can only start seeing you If you can make my heart feel safe...”

How many years has it been since you felt the touch of a lover?

Fuck if you knew. You were content with your toys and fanfic, you told yourself. (That’s a lie, but we’re not talking about that right now). You’re not one of those people who needs to be in a relationship to feel happy. You were completely happy by yourself! (This is only half a lie, that counts, right?)

Of course, it certainly doesn’t help that you have a blonde god for a roommate, and he is no stranger to hot people sharing his bed. Human or not, Thor is just not of this world. It’s obvious at this point the universe is mocking just how empty it is on the other side of your bed.

Groaning, you stuffed your face into a pillow and tried very hard not to replay the sounds of the intense sex going on at the end of the hall. No, you’re not jealous at all, you told yourself. You totally didn’t mind hearing the couple he brought home moaning in ecstasy for the last 4 hours. (This is absolutely another lie).

How much stamina does Thor have anyway?? How is a marathon for 4 hours actually possible???? Did they stop for drinks?? Shaking the nearly endless stream of thoughts from your head, you chastised yourself for being so nosy. Thor’s a grown man, he’s welcome to fuck who he likes. (And he does, frequently and several times a night…). Gods, you really need to get laid.

“That’s it! No more feeling sorry for yourself [Y/N],” you proclaimed, “We are going out with the girls tonight and we are getting fucked!”

A loud snort followed by a crash and a yelp sounded on the other side of your bedroom door. Blood suddenly drained from your face as you realized your apartment had been suspiciously quiet for the last few minutes. Oh no. He didn’t hear that…did he?

Racing to the door, your heart thundered as you swung it open to reveal a still shirtless Norse man blushing visibly. Oh, fuck. A broken vase was littered around his bare feet, clearly knocked from the table; he grinned at you sheepishly. Can the ground open and just swallow you whole, right now? That’s not too much to ask for, is it?

“I’ll clean it up?” he said, still looking as embarrassed as you. Taking a deep breath, you decided you’re both adults, there’s no reason this needs to be awkward. (Too late). There’s only one of the most attractive people standing shirtless and barefoot in front of—BAREFOOT!

“Don’t move!” you shouted, startling you both, “there’s broken pieces everywhere and you’re not wearing any shoes!" Thor glanced down and you swore his ears turned an even brighter shade of red. Slipping on your sneakers, you carefully tip toed around what was left of the ceramic vase and worked really hard not to look your roommate in the eye. Once you were clear of the debris, you dashed quickly to the kitchen, snagged the broom, his shoes, and headed back to the hallway. Thor just watched you with an amused expression when you walked towards him with outstretched arms.

“Chop chop, motherfucker,” you smirked, “it ain’t gonna clean itself.” He snorts again and takes the broom and shoes from you. After putting his shoes on, he begins to sweep up the debris. How is it possible that he even looks beautiful doing menial chores? You’re definitely not frumpy by any means but he is just unfairly gorgeous, and you still have no idea how he agreed to be your roommate.

“Having some trouble getting fucked, are you?” he asked. This is one of those times where you’re so glad to be blessed with dark coppery skin; no one can see you blush. You wouldn’t be bested by him, especially not tonight!

“I’ll have you know, I do perfectly fine, thank you. I’m just highly selective, that’s all,” you said with your chin held high. He narrowed his gaze at your bluff and decided to call it anyway.

“Really? Why is it we’ve been roommates for almost two years and I’ve never seen anyone in your bed that wasn’t Hilde, Gamora, or Clintasha?” Your eyes widened slightly at his observations. Damn, he didn’t miss a thing, did he?

“Highly. Selective.”

“Right, and I’m Sif.”

“Highly. Selective. That’s all!” Thor shook his head at you and continued cleaning up. When his back was turned, you snuck into your bedroom and closed the door softly behind you. Now, back to your mission.

“I’m surprised you wanted to come out tonight, [Y/n]” Natasha said as she sipped her drink, “you don’t normally do this kind of thing.” There were three of you seated at at VIP table in a club that was simply called “Dongs”. Yes it was exactly that kind of club and yes you cringed every time you thought of where you were.

“I’m tired of having an empty bed,” you said simply. Natasha and Gamora nodded in understanding and gestured around the bar.

“Take your pick, I’m sure anyone of these people would be happy to warm your bed for the night.” Natasha was right. Ever since the two you set foot into the club you’d been getting sultry looks from the crowd. It made you feel good. It made you feel sexy.

“Wanna dance?” came a deep, velvety voice. You turned your head to find an exquisitely beautiful dark- skinned man with a smile as bright as the sun and thick locs that fell past his broad shoulders. Meeting his smile, you took his hand and allowed him to lead you to the dance floor. Glancing back at the girls they raised their glasses in approval and grinned wickedly. The gorgeous man pulled you close and leaned down to whisper in your ear.

“Heimdall,” he said. You didn’t know a name could sound so sexy falling from someone’s lips.

“[Y/n],” you responded, matching his energy. A chuckle rumbled through his chest and you shivered. The anticipation of his hands roaming your body sent goosebumps down your spine. The music changed to a slow song and Heimdall placed his hands respectfully on your hips, moving his in time with yours.

“Seems like I asked you to dance at the right time.”

“I think anytime dancing with you is the right time,” you replied. He chuckled again and pulled you flush against his body. You wrapped your arms around his neck and swayed to the beat.

You didn’t know where this sudden confidence came from, but you couldn’t help it. The way his amber eyes looked at you made you feel oh so desired. You weren’t doing much more than swaying your hips together to the rhythm of the song but the heat in gaze made you burn. The scent of his cologne was making your head spin. You bit your lip and briefly wondered would it be like to kiss him. Little did you know, he was wondering the same thing.

He leaned down and brushed his lips against your cheek. The sweetness behind the gentle gesture made you melt. Where has this man been your entire life?  

“Is this okay?” he asked, the question reflecting in his eyes. You nodded eagerly, with a wide smile plastered on your face. He grinned back at you. Feeling bold, you stood on your tip toes and brushed a kiss to his full lips. He grunted in surprise.

“Is that okay?” you asked back. Instead of answering you verbally, he dipped his head and kissed you again, deeply. The feel of his mouth moving against yours was heaven. It had been so long since anyone kissed you like this that you couldn’t help but feel a little rusty. A trickle of insecurity set in and you pulled away.

“Too fast?” he questioned; his brow furrowed in worry. You shook your head and bit your lip nervously.

“It’s been a while,” you replied, ``I don’t normally do this.”

“That’s okay,” he soothed, rubbing his warm hands up and down your arms, “we can just dance if you want.” And so you danced.

Turns out, Heimdall was quite the dancer. He shuffled, two stepped, and lifted you like you weighed nothing. It was the most fun you’d had in quite a while! Three hours later and you felt a tap on your shoulder. Turning around, you were greeted with a surprise!

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I am the Alpha Now Part 5

Bakugo X Reader 

Words : 2260

WARNING: This chapter is basically a big ole SMUT chapter. read at your own risk

Reader is from America and somewhat of a delinquent with an alpha quirk that allows her to turn into a wolf as well as bond with dogs. She is sent to UA to straighten out her attitude. She ends up in a power struggle with none other than our favorite hot head. Words in Italics are words said telepathically

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It’s almost been a month since that first day. Every day some things got easier while others grew even harder. You were picking up Japanese pretty quickly although you still needed a lot of help from Bakugo, especially when someone spoke too fast.

Although you will never be a morning person, you found yourself waking up before your alarm almost every day. Of course sometimes Bakugo gave you some extra incentive by bringing you coffee. Those were always your favorite days.

Today was a one of those rare days that you managed to wake up extra early and instead of rolling over and going back to sleep like you had a habit of doing, you dragged yourself out of bed and decided that today you would be presentable. You braided your hair into two long pigtails and actually did your makeup for once. You used to love doing your makeup and picking out your clothes for school. But seeing as here you had a uniform and you didn’t want to wake up earlier than you already had to, you had been doing the bare minimum.

Anticipation bubbled in your chest as you put the finishing touches on your makeup. You couldn’t help but wonder what Bakugo would think. Not that you cared or anything... It’s just... you loved getting a reaction out of him.

You guys had been very hot and cold, but such was the nature of your relationship. You bickered like an old married couple, you fought like siblings, but then when no one else was around you also could joke with each other like best friends.

But nothing came close to those moments. Those moments that made your heart pound and your head swim with filthy thoughts. Whenever he used that husky voice, or when his warm hands touched you practically anywhere.

“Wow, I haven't seen you get fancy in a long time.” Mercy was finishing up his bog bowl of dog food as you admired your handiwork in your full body mirror.

“How do I look though? I don't want to look like I’m trying too hard. You think anyone will think I look trashy or anything? I haven't seen a lot of the other girls where makeup either.” You fiddled with your uniform tie trying to get it just right.

Mercy Yawned, “You look great, and I think Bakugo will think so too.”

You blushed, “First of all I never mentioned him, and second of all I don’t care what he thinks.”

If a dog could roll his eyes Mercy would be doing so right now, “Yeah whatever. Keep telling yourself that.”

You crossed your arms over your chest, “Hey I don’t like this attitude you’ve been giving me. You’ve been spending way too much time with Bakugo.” You heard a knock at your door. You pointed at Mercy while crossing the room to answer it, “You better remember who your alpha is or I’m going to work you over so hard you won't even have the energy to backtalk.”

You opened the door to a bewildered Bakugo holding a cup of coffee, “Oi..is that a threat or a promise.”

You cleared your throat to try and hide the fact that you had nearly choked on your own words, “Oh... sorry I was just giving Mercy some tough love.” You took the coffee from his outstretched hand, “It seems he’s picking up on some of your bad habits.”

The smirk he gave you was childish but also a little cute, “Atta boy! Stick it to the man.”

You took a huge gulp of the delicious coffee before fixing your glare on the spikey haired man, “You know if you two keep this up I’ll have to go full alpha on your asses.”

Bakugo looked over to Mercy, “Yes or no... she’s bluffing.”

Mercy barked which apparently meant something in their stupid secret code. He looked back to you, “Yeah I think so too.”

You stuck your tongue out at him which Bakugo quickly grabbed between his finger and thumb. “Unless you want a taste of me... I suggest you keep that tongue in that pretty little mouth of yours.”

His eyes stayed fixed on your lips that were a brilliant shade of red. It was as if he hadn’t noticed you were wearing makeup until right then. He let go of your tongue while eyes roamed over your face. “You look different...” You cheeks started to match your lipstick, “....I like it.”

His hand reached out and grabbed the end of one of your pigtails, “This looks like fun...”

You slapped his hand away. “They’re practical and I like them.”

He smirked, “I never said I didn’t like them…” He looked to Mercy, “What do you think Mercy? If I pull her tail do you think she’ll bite?”

Your eyes started to glow. You grabbed him by the collar and pulled him down to your level, “You  man enough to find out?”

His red eyes burned into yours as he pinched your chin, holding your stubborn gaze. “Don’t start something you can’t finish pup.”

That familiar shiver ran down your spine again. You took a deep whiff and inhaled his normal intoxicating smell but this time it was mixed with something else. Lust. You bit your lip, “Whether I finish or not is up to you now isn’t it?”

Something snapped in Bakugo as his lips crashed to yours. He pushed you back into your room slamming the door behind him leaving Mercy outside. Probably a good call.

His fingers expertly started unbuttoning your shirt as your fingers raked through his hair. He groaned as he ripped the last few open exposing the not so sexy sports bra you had on. It didn’t seem to bother him much though as he pushed your shirt all the way off while his lips found that sweet spot on your neck.

You grabbed him by the belt and walked backwards until you backed into the desk. His hands slid down to grab you ass under your skirt, “Jump.” You obeyed without question as you jumped up and he sat you down on the desk. Your legs immediately wrapped around his waist and pulled him closer, “You need to learn some patience pup.”

You bit down on his shoulder eliciting another one of the growls you love so much, “We don’t have time for patience. We have to get to the gym before class.”

Bakugo took both of your braids in his hand and pulled, brining your face back up to his, “Oh I think we can skip the gym this morning.” He gave you lips a quick peck, “We can just do some cardio here instead.”

Your hands slipped under his shirt and roamed over the planes of his chest. Your nails dug in making him hiss. He picked you up, tossed you on the bed, and gave your ass a firm slap. “If we do this you need to understand something.” You could hear him taking his pants off and your pulse quickened. “I don’t so soft, I don’t do sweet, and I definitely don’t fucking share.” He flipped your skirt up and ran his hands slowly up your legs until they reached your underwear. His fingers grazed over your most sensitive area through your underwear and you rocked back to try and push them in. “Oh where’s that high and mighty alpha attitude now huh? You’re practically soaked already.”

He had to have known that he couldn’t get away with challenging your authority, right? You flipped yourself over and used your foot to push him away. “I think you need to remember who you’re talking to.” You pulled your sports bra over your head, followed by taking your underwear off. “You may think you in charge here…” You thrust your own fingers into your heat and began to pump them in and out. “But I don’t roll over for anyone…”

Bakugo licked his lips and his eyes looked hungry. He took the foot that was still on his shoulder and kissed your ankle. He trailed kisses all the way up until he reached your inner thighs. Before you knew it he was pushing your fingers aside and sucking your clit into his mouth.

Your back arched off the bed as your buried a hand in his hair. His tongue was just as skilled as it was sassy. He ate you out like he was starving and you were his last meal. Before you knew it, he had you screaming into a pillow as you came. He didn’t even give you to time to come down from your high before his dick was at you entrance waiting for permission. You wrapped your legs around his waist and dug your heels into his back. He took that as a yes and not so gently thrust into you.

Sex with Bakugo was so much better than you would have ever guessed. You had thought it would be wild, rough, and angry. Well it was all those things, but it was also passionate, caring, and just really fucking good.

As you reached your second climax your eyes basically lit up the room. Bakugo gave you soft praises as you rode out your high. Letting you know you were a good girl and how well you were doing. You definitely had a praise kink, and it looks like he knew that.

He had you come apart at the seams twice already. Now… it’s his turn.

You flipped over and sank back down on top of him. “Now let me show you how an alpha does it.”

You laid there for a while once you were finished. He had pulled you next to him and slowly ran his fingers through your hair as you nuzzled into his neck.

“Has anyone ever told you that you smell really fucking good?”

His hand paused for a beat before continuing, “Uh… no I don’t think so. Do I?”

You could hear the in security in his voice which was so different than the tone he usually had with you. “Uh yeah. Like sometimes I find it hard to think around you because it’s so over whelming.” You started playing with the fingers on the hand that wasn’t playing with your hair, “I don’t know, it’s probably just another weird wolf thing.” You brought his hand up to your nose, “I swear I can smell the nitroglycerin in your palms. Sometimes when we’re fighting it helps me guess when you’re about to try and blow me up. It also makes me a little dizzy.”

He chuckled, “I’ll have to remember that.”

“Are you guys done yet? That guy from next door keeps trying to talk to me and I can’t keep playing dumb forever.”

You snorted, “Mercy is mad he’s still locked out. Apparently Koda has been trying to talk to him and he doesn’t like it.”

Bakugo sat up, “Well that’s understandable. Koda is a fucking extra.” He grabbed you by the back of the head and kissed your forehead. “We need to get moving if we’re going to make it to class.”

Before you came here you would have been tempted to just blow class off. Stay in bed all day with him. But you knew he was stickler for the rules and you were actually starting to think it was pretty cute. You got out of bed and started putting your clothes back on.

You groaned when you looked in the mirror. “I spent so much time on my hair and makeup and now it’s all messed up…and is that… BAKUGO! You gave me a fucking hickey!”

He came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you. Kissing your shoulder, “You look pretty with or without makeup. I can always braid your hair again for you if you want and yes… yes I did. Like I said I don’t share and now those fucking extras will know you’re taken.”

You growled in frustration and you did your best to cover it up with foundation. True to his word once you were both dressed and ready to go he helped re-braid your hair. You really wish you knew how he was so good at that.

You could tell Mercy was getting antsy waiting outside, he was flooded with relief when the door finally opened. “About time. I hope it was worth it.”

You gave him a quick pat as you and Bakugo hurried out the door, “Uh yeah! SO worth it.”

He huffed, “Well maybe that’ll mean you’ll be in a better mood.”

Your jaw dropped, “Mercy what the fuck man?”

Bakugo shot you an amused look as you bickered with your beta.

“I said what I said… So?.... Did you find out if he tastes as good as he smells?”

You blushed as your eyes bulged, “Mercy… Shut the fuck up!”

Bakugo laced his fingers through yours, “Do I even want to know?”

You blush deepened as you shook your head, “Nope.”

He sighed, “Damn. You have no idea how bad I could talk to Mercy right now.” He looked to Mercy, “You guys talking about me?” Mercy barked, “See! At least he’s always honest with me.”

You squeezed his hand, “Hey I never lied to you. I just said you didn’t want to know what were talking about.”

He pulled you close to his side as you left the dorms and into the colder temperatures outside, “Oh that’s where your wrong pup, I always want to know what’s on your mind.”

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tags : @tspice283, @realityisoftendisapointing, @imbi-101, @thoughtfulpandazine2, @hotarumorikawa, @huh-iwasntpayingattention

Surrender

PAIRING: Kihyun x reader

RATING: M for language/sexy times

GENRE: Enemies to lovers, smut

WORD COUNT: 4,695

SUMMARY: How do you choose dignity over desire when ever inch of your body is screaming for release?

Monsta X Kinks series part seven: Blindfold 🙈

He is not your boyfriend. Not anymore.

He should be no one to you. He should absolutely not matter.

But despite all of these obvious and logical facts, you can't stop paying attention to him.

From the bar he watches you dance like you're his personal entertainment for the evening. He takes a swallow of what looks to be a gin and tonic and grimaces at the taste. With heavy-lidded eyes he licks the alcohol off his bottom lip and stares at your ass in a way that really should piss you off.

Unfortunately for your sanity, and for your long-standing hatred of him, it's only succeeding in turning you on. Bastard.

Not that you have one these days; a boyfriend, that is. Even if you did, it wouldn't be Yoo fucking Kihyun. The only problem is, he doesn’t seem to have gotten the message.

Your partner in crime for the evening, Kellee, notices immediately, snapping dramatically in your face. 'No.’

You raise your brows innocently. ‘What?’

‘I see who you’re looking at. Just ignore him,' Kellee says over the music. 'He's an ass.'

She tugs on your arm and you reluctantly take your eyes away from his annoyingly angular jaw and perfectly styled hair. She purses her lips at you and folds her arms with a mixture of amusement and annoyance as she dances in her mid-thigh, long-sleeve, black sequinned dress.

‘We’re here to celebrate, remember? Not take a walk down awful memory avenue.’

Right. New Year's Eve. Party at Cherry Blossom. How does he still make me lose track of space and time after all these years?

'I know,' you say, sighing loudly.

Kellee points a finger at you and laughs at the hesitation in your voice. 'Excuse me. We hate him, right?'

'He looks good though.' The cut of his crisp black dress shirt, the expensive Rolex on his wrist, the way his lips twist into a possessive smirk as he meets your eyes. You turn back to Kellee and feel your cheeks heat in embarrassment.

'Shit, he saw me.' You raise your eyes to the ceiling for divine intervention. Of all the nightclubs in all the boroughs in all of New York...

Kellee holds both of your wrists in her hands and forces you to focus on her through the haze of Vodka crans in your blood and the bass so heavy it vibrates along your skin. 'He ditched you the night of senior prom to hook up with Brandi Walters!'

Memories of him in high school flood your mind. The way the air felt like it was sucked out of your lungs when he smiled at you, blushing and asking you out. The tentative press of his mouth against yours for the first time. The enormous and cheesy and perfect poster he made to ask you to be his girlfriend, that’s probably still gathering dust in your closet.

But then...the look on Kellee’s face when she tried to hide the video from you. Brandi’s hands all over Kihyun, when he was supposed to be on his way over to pick you up for prom. Her mouth on his neck. Even college and two more years in between you can still feel how heartbroken you were that night.

You shake your head, disgusted at yourself. 'Jesus Christ, you're right. Who cares about him, anyways? There's plenty of other guys here.'

'Exactly,' Kellee exclaims, smacking you on the butt. 'We've been working so hard on this case I haven't been laid in months, I'm dying.'

While she shakes her ass to a remix of your favorite Majid Jordan song, you scan the room. The guy with the spray tan and the tacky barbed wire bicep tat sitting on the couches? Nah. The hipster with the wire frame glasses and the trying-too-hard plaid shirt? Ugh. Just when you’re about to give up, you see him.

A man with ridiculously hot facial hair and a mischievous look in his eyes leans against the bar on the opposite side from Kihyun. His shirt is a rather disastrous shade of red, but who cares? Something about seeing Kihyun tonight makes your hands sweat. Every brush of your thighs against each other sends a shock of need to your core. You’re not looking for a husband tonight. Anyone but Kihyun will do just fine.

‘Fuck it,’ you say, the sound drowned out by the bass.

On a more civilized night such as oh, literally any other day of the year, you'd be more inclined to flirt and give someone your number. Go on some dates. Let things unfold naturally, easily.

But whatever chaotic and thirsty energy settles upon the city on New Year's Eve each year pushes you to find something more... immediate to relieve your tension. Kellee is right, it's been ages. And you need something more than your trusty vibrator tonight.

You get Kellee’s attention and motion subtly to the guy in the red shirt. She squeals excitedly and waves you on. With a laugh you make your way through the crowd up to the bar. You eye Kihyun surreptitiously as you walk, wishing you didn't know how well he could undo you with just his hands and his mouth.

Prom was supposed to be it, the night you finally slept together after a few months of dating. The night you finally went to home base, or whatever that fucking analogy worked out to be. But then he screwed it up and you never found out if he knew how to use the rest of the, ahem, tools at his arsenal. Pity.

Tonight, you want a face buried in your neck. You want teeth against your skin and hands on your hips, insistent and rough enough to leave a faint purple outline of fingerprints in the morning. Tonight you want to be fucked so hard that the stress of the last few months of law school fall away like a snakeskin. Tonight you want to come so many times your legs shake and you leave scratch marks down someone's back.

Tonight you want to be 'raw and exposed,' a favorite expression of you and Kellee’s. Normally it’s a joke, but tonight you mean it literally. And you want it with anyone but Yoo Kihyun.

Red shirt's eyes follow your legs as you climb the short stairs up to the bar. The satin of your red dress teases the skin of your thighs, clinging to you in the warmth of the bar. The short sleeves and the skirt are loose and flowing but neither red shirt nor Kihyun can ignore the way the neckline cuts low and hugs tight to your ample chest.

He smiles as you pass, expecting you to come to him. But tonight you're a lion dressed as a lamb, a huntress pretending to be prey. Come and get it, you think. You return his friendly grin as you move behind him.

Red shirt catches on quickly. ‘Hey, can I buy you a drink?’

Unfortunately, you agree to the drink before you learn three things that would make you not sleep with him under any circumstance.

First, his cologne is downright awful. Thirteen year old boys swiping samples of Axe body spray from magazines smell better. Second, he proudly and happily tells you he’s drinking O’Douls… because he likes the taste. Third, the only thing he’s interested in talking about tonight is the Lakers/Clippers game on tonight.

After ten minutes you desperately look for Kellee on the floor, hoping she’ll come save you. But she’s happily grinding with a Chad Michael Murray circa 2007 lookalike and you wish her well. You roll your eyes as politely and as covertly as you can when red shirt mentions Lebron’s ‘sick lay-up’ for about the twentieth time and unfortunately you meet Kihyun’s focus.

He grins at you while he talks with the woman behind the bar, raising a brow in question. You can almost hear him asking if you need to be rescued. Infuriated, you turn back to red shirt, ignoring him… almost. Out of the corner of your eye you watch as he runs a finger along the rim of his glass before drawing it into his mouth. Another swipe of his tongue along the plump bottom lip and you can see it gleam from clear across the bar.

You want to whine in frustration and need. Sure, you could excuse yourself. Tell red shirt you need to meet your friend. But, when it comes to Yoo Kihyun, you did always like playing with fire.

With an exaggerated sigh you subtly nod to him. Triumph and heat flare in his eyes as he makes his way over to you. Rolling up his sleeves, he exposes taut forearms and you distantly remember the way they felt pressed against the tender skin of your waist.

Kihyun slides next to you, his arm effortlessly coming around your waist. His hand finds your hip comfortably and rests high enough to be respectful. He bends and presses a kiss to the exposed skin of your shoulder, lips lingering, sending a jolt of awareness down your spine. The scent of his rich cologne wraps around you and you almost sigh with relief.

Red shirt, who you now know is named John, blinks in surprise. 'Who's this?'

Kihyun suppresses a laugh and says against your ear, 'sorry I'm late darling, I can't believe I kept the most beautiful woman in the world waiting.' He holds out his hand to John. 'Thanks for keeping her company for me. I'm Kihyun.'

Guy looks perplexed, but to his credit he shrugs it off fast. 'John. Have a great night, Y/N.'

The moment John turns back to his group of friends Kihyun leans against the bar, smug smile on his infuriatingly handsome face.

You snort and try to walk past him, rolling your eyes. ‘Thanks.’

His arm comes out to block your path. ‘Going so soon, darling?’

‘Ugh, you’re disgusting,’ you say, folding your arms. ‘Did you know that?’

He motions to the bartender and instantly two Vodka crans appear. Kihyun hands you one with a playful smile. ‘I did know that, in fact.’ He takes a large sip of his. ‘But despite that, you did still let me help you.’

You hold the drink as though it’s a grenade, liable to go off at any second. ‘I was desperate. If I had to listen to another three seconds of audio commentary of a goddamn basketball game I was going to run out of here screaming. Don’t flatter yourself.’

He eyes you from the tips of your heels to the top of your hair. ‘I’d so much rather you flatter me.’

A feeling almost like anger, but with far too much arousal fills your veins and you almost snarl at him. ‘What makes you think I’d want anything to do with you?’

Kihyun raises his hands in surrender and stands, facing you. He clinks his glass to yours and downs the rest of the liquid in one swallow. ‘I know you don’t want anything to do with me anymore. You made that very clear at Senior prom.’

Your mouth drops open. ‘Wow. Bold of you to bring that up, after what you did.’

‘What I did?’ His brows furrow. ‘After you ditched me, you mean? I have to say the hostile and condescending tone is what I expected given how you ignored me after that night. But I hoped you’d grown out of it.’

‘After I ditched you?’ You step closer, narrowing your eyes at him. ‘I saw the video of you and Brandi. Why would I wait around like a fool after that?’

He grits his teeth. ‘Is that what you think happened? Brandi was my friend Jay’s date and she was so drunk from the pre-gaming that she couldn’t even walk on her own. I was helping to get her into my car so we could take her to the clinic. Is that what you saw?’

‘I-’ you start. ‘Even if I believe you, which I don’t, how do I know you’re telling the truth?’

Kihyun runs a frustrated hand through his hair. ‘You could ask the nurse at the clinic. Or the dozens of people at prom who saw me show up just after ten, wondering why my girlfriend hasn’t answered any of my dozen texts or calls.’

You worry your lip between your teeth. ‘Kellee took my phone. She didn’t want me to get hurt any worse.’

He sighs and laughs to himself. ‘Well, that would explain quite a lot.’

Suddenly, you want to reach for him. To force him to look into your eyes and tell you the past six years were just a dream. ‘So you really didn’t cheat on me?’

The warmth and surprise in his brown eyes almost undoes you. ‘No, I didn’t. And I guess you didn’t ditch me either.’ You shake your head. ‘Huh.’

You pick up the drink and take a big sip. ‘Huh, indeed.’

Kihyun does the same, a smile playing on his lips. The alcohol and the music and the sweat running down your spine from the heat of the room and the goddamn way Kihyun is watching you over the rim of his glass - it’s all going to your head and you reach a hand for his arm to ground yourself.

‘Come home with me.’ He steps closer, hands finding your waist. ‘I believe we have some unfinished business.’

You make a noise of disbelief. ‘You don’t know anything about me, Kihyun. Not anymore.’

His lips find the spot where your neck meets your shoulder. ‘I want to know everything.’

His hands draw slowly down your side, moving around your lower back. ‘I want to hear all about your job or school, however you fill your days. I want to know where you’re living now, and about your friends, and if you have any adorable pets.’

He eases your back against the bar, pressing himself into all of your curves. ‘I want to know how you like your coffee in the morning.’

Kihyun pulls back, breathless, his eyes turning black in the low lighting. ‘But right now, more than anything, I want to know how it feels to be inside you.’ You gasp and he traces his lips along the shell of your ear. ‘And what it feels like when you come around me.’

You nod, groaning as he pulls your ear lobe between his teeth. All you can manage is a needy, ‘please.’

He grins, pulling you through the dance floor. ‘You tell your friend you’re leaving, I’ll get the car.’

Before you can say anything he pauses on the stairs and kisses you fully on the mouth. In your surprise you can only hold onto his shoulders to try and steady yourself. It’s only a preview of what’s to come but already the hot slide of his lips against yours, the insistent tugging his teeth do as they nip your full lower lip, makes you feel desperate to have him inside you.

He pulls back and laughs. At least he has the decency to look just as flustered as you feel. ‘Sorry, I - it’s been so long. I missed that.��

You shake your head at him as he heads off to a side door. ‘Wait! Don’t we need to pay?’

Kihyun winks. ‘I own the bar!’ he calls above the music before disappearing out into the night.

Amused, you tilt your head back and laugh. Of course he does. 

Excitement thrums in your veins as you find Kellee and give her the shortest possible version of the story. She watches you carefully and makes you promise to text at least twice tonight so she knows your safe. After many reassurances and a dash to coat check, you emerge out the front. Fear tells you he’s left you again and this is all just a stupid prank.

But no. He rolls down the window of his Porche and tilts his head. ‘Get in.’

The seats are plush and match your dress coincidentally. He turns on the radio, more from a desire to distract from the obvious erection he's sporting than for any particular urge to listen to jazz. 

For the first minute of the drive you focus on slowing your breathing, savoring the unexpected catharsis that being with him tonight is bringing you. An old wound in your chest undone, emotion bleeds out onto your skin in a healing wave. It surrounds you like steam in a sauna, the way you want him feels palpable on your lips and hands and at the meeting of your thighs.

Once you accept this new reality you look at him, wondering how far to push him. If this Kihyun is as romantic and sweet as the one you knew in high school, or if this new version has a bit of bite. He holds his jaw tight, the muscles in his neck working to concentrate on the road. Unable to resist you slowly reach your hand across the gearshift and rest it on his thigh.

He meets your gaze for a beat and something shimmers within - a heat and need that match your own. As the sultry music plays you lean across the seat and rest your chin on his shoulder. Slowly, so slowly he groans, you drag your hand up towards his obvious need. With featherlight touches you kiss his neck above his collar.

When you reach his hard cock, settling over the length covered by the fabric of his pants, you bite down on his earlobe. The car jerks to a stop and you look out the windshield, terrified you've somehow made him crash with your tentative efforts at seduction. Thankfully, it appears you've arrived at his house. The townhome is modern, two-stories, and instantly you wonder what the bedroom is like.

'We should get inside,' he says darkly. 'If I touch you here, we won't leave until I'm inside you.'

With a laugh, you nod. 'That's probably a good idea.'

For a long moment you stare at each other. Taking in the flush in his cheeks, the way the heat of his skin kept some of the red of your lipstick as a souvenir. No doubt he can read the arousal in your blood. The way the strap of your dress is sliding off your shoulder, begging to be removed.

He looks like he's about to risk it and kiss you, but at the last moment he grunts and opens his car door. A beat later and he opens yours, holding his hand out to you. Once, this was so natural. Being with him, trusting him, your palms and lips and hearts never far from each other. As he guides you inside you wonder about the distance from that time to now. If this is just one good fuck between exes or if he expects there to be more; if you do.

In his exuberance he accidentally slams the door open, the sound too hard against the wall behind it. He seems frustrated by the sheer distance and pulls you into his arms before shutting the door with one hand and leaning you against it. Breathless, you cling to his shoulders, wondering if he means to swallow you whole, unmaking you as the tide does to the sand.

He notices your hesitation and brings a hand to cup your face. 'Hey, what is it?' His breath ghosts across your cheek at his whispered soft words.

'It's stupid, but -'

'Tell me,' he asks and smiles softly.

'It's been so long, Kihyun. I'm just nervous it won't be like we're hoping. I don't even know what you want. Do you just want tonight or-'

He closes this distance and presses a chaste kiss to your lips. 'I want you tonight. I want you for a long time. It's always been you, you know. I've tried to date other people but... I just want you.'

'Really?'

His hands pull at your waist, moulding your body closer against his. 'Yes, really. I can't guarantee the first time will be perfect,' he says, his lips ghosting along yours. 'I want it to be. I want you to laugh and smile and sigh and moan just as I dreamed you would. I want to hold you after and fall asleep with your heart beating against mine and your leg wrapped around my waist.'

You giggle and kiss him back. He's been many things in the time you've known him, but he's never been a liar. 'Okay.'

Kihyun grins against your lips and bends, lifting you into his arms. Your dress slides up, exposing you to his eager hands. 'Just okay?'

You squeal and hold onto his shoulders to stay upright. 'Better than okay.'

'Good,' he answers. ‘If at any point you want me to stop, just say the word.’

He does his best to walk upstairs with you in his arms and his mouth on your neck. His erection strains against your thigh, making him groan. You absolutely make it worse by tugging on his hair and moaning at his tongue on the sensitive nerves where your shoulder meets your neck. 

With his hands full he manages to find the bed, tripping and dropping you onto the plush comforter. He falls after you, laughing, landing in a tangle of arms and limbs.

Righting himself he grins, running a hand through his hair. 'Stay right there, I have something I think might help.'

You kick off your heels and use your elbows to move you further onto the bed, watching with curiosity as he impatiently strips off his jacket and shirt. 'Hey, no fair. I wanted to do that,' you pout.

He gives you a dangerous smirk before he starts digging in his closet. Triumphant, he pulls out a black tie. ‘Would this help?’

Your jaw drops open. 'You want to tie me up? Blindfold me? So you want me to trust you by not letting me move or see anything?' You raise a brow at him.

Kihyun laughs and removes his shoes and socks. He climbs onto the bed, scooting so his back rests against the headboard, his legs spread out in front of him. His chest moves as he breathes, as though he's been running. 'No. I want you to use it on me.'

Something warm and bright flashes in your chest. 'Oh!'

His eyes go wide. 'You don't have to! I mean... I just thought-'

Desire makes you clench your thighs together. Excitement and curiosity make you crawl across the bed to him. 'No, I want to. It's perfect,' you smile, straddling him.

He smiles and sets it beside him on the bed. 'I have one thing I want to see first.' His hands toy with the edges of your dress. 

When you nod he lifts the fabric over your head. Before it hits the ground the heat of his palms warms your hips. He strokes over the sensitive skin of your side and you moan, dropping your forehead to his shoulder.

Kihyun eases your bra off you so gently you sigh. 'God, you're so beautiful. I missed this.' He kisses along your shoulder and down your arm, holding up your hand so he can kiss your palm. 'I missed you.'

'I missed you too.' You stay like that for a minute before the hard feel of him pressing against your core demands attention. 'Now please make love to me before I lose my mind.'

He thows his head back and laughs. In quick succession he undoes the zipper of his pants and slides them off, holding you up with his hips and a hand around your waist. 'Your wish is my command.' He gives you a wink before grabbing the tie and securing it around his head.

His chest rises and falls as he breathes, waiting to see what you’ll do, hands obediently resting on your thighs. You wave a hand in front of his face. He doesn’t move. With a grin you run a finger down his chest and he shivers. You back up and take off your underwear, throwing it to the floor. He whines and his hands reach for you, already demanding to touch you again.

When you straddle him again, he sucks in a sharp inhale of breath. He peeks out from under the tie with one finger. ‘I’m in your control tonight,' he says warmly. 'You set the pace.' 

Quickly, he fumbles in his nightstand and retrieves a condom, handing it to you as though it were a precious package. 'I trust you.’

You purse your lips at him, trying not to laugh, and he settles the blindfold back over his eyes. Despite how wet you are, and how desperate you are to sit yourself on his cock, you resolve not to take him inside you until he begs for it. You ease the fabric over his erection and take him in your hand. 

After tearing the wrapper you roll the condom down his length. Slowly, you begin to stroke him. He grunts and his fingers dig into the flesh of your now naked hips.

With your free hand you slide two fingers across your slit, gathering the moisture there. You add your second hand to the motion of the first, coating him in your wetness and easing your stroke. Kihyun bites his lip, pressing his head back against the headboard. The veins stand out against his throat and you dip your head and run your tongue along one.

‘Fuck, I’m going to come before I even get inside you,’ he groans, high, whining. Good enough.

Thighs pressing against his, holding his wooden headboard with one hand, you guide him to your entrance. Your arousal eases the way as you slide down and in seconds he's filled you to the hilt. 

Years ago, when you took him with your mouth and your hands, when his tongue and his agile fingers brought you to your first orgasm, you thought about what it would be like to feel him inside you. None of those fantasies prepared you for the taste of his mouth on yours or the way your bodies line up perfectly as he stretches you just enough to burn around his girth.

You can't swallow the moan that leaves you as he rocks his hips into yours and everything gets so much better. 'Hey, you're not supposed to be helping.'

He pulls you onto him more fully and it feels so good you squeeze your eyes together. 'Was that a rule?'

Kihyun repeats the motion, angling you so every thrust brings delicious friction to your clit. With a shuddering breath you clutch at his headboard for balance. 'I'll allow it,' you moan, holding the back of his neck as you match his motion with your own.

His thumbs dig into your sensitive skin hard enough to leave marks in the morning, his fingers grasping the flesh of your ass. You’re beyond caring about anything but this moment. His face is buried in your hair, his raspy, animalistic groans coming from him make you squeeze around him.

'Fuck,' he groans, doubling his pace and making you feel like you're about to explode from the heat and slide of him inside you.

'Come with me,' is all you can get out amongst the stream of gasps and sighs you can't contain.

He nods, his teeth playing with the tendons in your neck just sharp enough to send shockwaves of sharp pleasure to your already sensitive core. One of his hands leaves your waist and you feel his thumb swirl circles around your clit. Your orgasm bursts forth like a river freed from a dam and you cling to him and he rides out your release as well as his own.

When your breathing returns to normal you lift your arms, thick with pleasure and the best kind of exhaustion, and remove the blindfold. He looks as relaxed as you feel and he brushes your hair behind your ears. 

'And the verdict is?'

‘I can’t believe we could have been doing that for the past few years, fuck,' you laugh.

He strokes his thumb across your lip. ‘I hope we can do that uhhh, quite often in the future. After you tell me all about your life right now.’

‘Deal,’ you say, pulling his face back to yours to kiss him.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Tagging @yixingminseokjongdae​ I hope you’re well love!! <3

The beauty of curves

Rating: Explicit

Pairing: Din x female!reader

Warnings: Lots of sex. Fluffy sex and smut

Summary: It’s the reader and Din’s wedding night.

“Turn around for me please mesh’la”

“Ok my love. I still cannot believe we are finally married, this all feels like a dream to me Din.”

“Me to Y/N, but I need you to turn around and keep your eyes closed for me love.”

“We’re married now Din, you don’t have to hide from me anymore.” You pleaded. Still obeying his request as he ran his hands up and down your arms before settling his hands on your waist.  He turned you around in his embrace, then slowly removed his helmet to look at you.  With your hair still up from the ceremony, Din brought his lips down to the base of your neck and pulled you closer to his body.  

“I’m not hiding cyar’ika there is something I have always wanted to do.”

“Oh and wha… mmm” The mandalorian cut you off when his lips found your neck once again. As he worked up and down your neck his hands worked on untying your dress.  His lips moved over to your shoulders and the side of your neck when he could finally push your dress down to the floor.  With your eyes still closed he moved around to stand in front of you and admire his new bride.

“Oh my cyare you are so beautiful. I love every curve of your body.” Din knew you were still uncomfortable with your body and would spend a lifetime convincing you of your beauty.  He loved your curves, particularly your ass.  Before you had revealed your feelings to each other Din would catch himself staring at your backside.  Then he taught you to fight and he was done for.  The mandalorian was amazed at your skills and may have gotten himself kicked a few times when he was paying more attention to you and not the bounty.

“Din?” The sound of your voice pulled him from his memories just in time to see a tear fall down your face.  He leaned down to kiss away your tear and run his thumb across your bottom lip.

“Y/N I will spend every day making you believe those words and many more.  You are beautiful inside and out, especially your heart.  The way you care for the child makes my heart swell with pride, you are an amazing mother to him and I hope to many more.  Then the patience you hold for me is more than I will ever deserve.  I will give you the stars cyar’ika but you have to start believing what I say is true.”

“I will my heart, I promise, but Din?”

“Yes my love?”

“Could I see your face now please?”

“Yes my love, open your eyes.”  You slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the light and finally could look at the face of your husband.  First thing you noticed were the coffee colored eyes staring back at you with hope and love.  You absolutely love the way they crinkle in the corners when smiled, which was your second favorite thing now.  When you returned his smile you noticed a dimple on one side and your smile grew even bigger.  

“Din Djarin I love you.”

“I love you to my sweet girl, so you’re not disappointed with me?”

“Din…” you were going to smack his chest and realized he still had his armour on.  “ No silly I’m not. Who’s the one being self conscious now?”

“No one has ever seen my face, I got a little worried you might not like it.”

“You’re crazy, you know that right?”

“Now I do,” he sighed in relief and pulled you in for a deep kiss.  His hands followed the curve of your body from your hip to you the underside of your breast causing you to moan into the kiss.  Din pulled away to catch his breath, squeezed harder before he pulled your breast out the top of your dress.  As Din played with your breasts, you slipped the dress down your body to let it pool at your feet.  You felt your husband’s hands start to trail down your torso while he took one nipple into his mouth and your hands flew to hair pulling him closer. 

“Fuck y/n, please baby let me make love to you tonight. I want to give you all of me tonight, I want to bear my soul to you and look upon yours as well.  I have loved you for a long time and I’m so sorry it took my stubborn ass so long to realize.  Please, cyare, will you let me make love to you tonight?”

“Oh  Din Djarin it’s not just you, I could have said something to you as well.  If i had been a little more confident in myself,.....”

“No please don’t finish that thought, you are so beautiful sarad.”  Din’s gaze turned feral when he met your eyes once more.  “Besides I already told you, I find all of you incredibly sexy.  From the curve of your ass to the pouch right here in front, to the swell of these plump tits.  Which has been the best distraction from the beginning.  And those are just the physical attributes that caught my attention.”

“Din…” you moan at his words.

“ I have to say though, the one thing I’m looking forward to are those thighs.  I need them wrapped around my head with my face buried so deep in that delicious pussy.  I want to taste everything you have to offer baby girl.”  He held your face in his hands and watched it turn the deepest shade of red.

“Oh my stars Din.” The two of you had fooled around some before you today, but hearing him talk like this had your pussy dripping.

“You want that mesh’la?”

“So much, I might not be the best at this though.”

“Cyare, we’re in this together, I don’t really have a lot of experience with this either.  We can practice all day till we are perfect for each other.  As long as we are together I enjoy whatever we are doing. I love you so much my sweet girl.”

“Oh Din how did I find you in all the galaxies?”

“I do not have a clue, but I’m so thrilled to have found you.”  he said as he pulled back to  look you up and down with complete lust in his eyes.  “Now…” Din held his hand out for you to step out of your dress and move the both of you to the bed.  Din started at your neck, his hand on one side with his mouth on the other.  Up and down from the jawline to the juncture at your shoulder.  His other hand found its way down to your ass and pulled you closer to feel his hard length press into your hip.

“Din, please…”

“Yes mesh’la?”

“Please I need more please…”

“That’s a good start baby girl, and I will help you better by the time we are done.”  He finished shedding his clothes and pushed down onto the bed.  “I’m going to have you screaming my name in pure pleasure before I consider letting you cum on my cock.  Right now though I’m going to fulfil my earlier promise.”

“What is that my love?”

“I want those gorgeous legs wrapped around my head.”  That man pulled a groan out of you that you had never known you could make before.  You had never been given a second glance by anyone, then this man covered in head to toe armour offered his hand to help you off the ground. From there you helped him negotiate through the market and the rest, well is history.  The child fell head over heels for you from the moment he saw you and Mando knew he couldn’t let you go.  Skip ahead through some trial and tribulations and you both finally confess your feelings one night while running from some imps.  Neither of you thought you were going to make it out of that damn jungle and figured the other might as well know before you die.  When you realized you both had a reason to make it out, things took a turn for the better.  You couldn't tell where one person began and another ended that night on the crest, and either of you wouldn't have it anyother way.  

From that night on the both of you were inseparable and eventually he proposed a few months later.  The ceremony earlier was everything you could have hoped for.  Cara and Kuill were there with a few other mandalorians gathered to witness a celebration of love in their new covert.  “Repeat after me ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi md’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde’.”  Din’s helmet met your forehead for the traditional kiss, “ Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika”

When you pulled yourself from your memories, Din was kissing on your neck trying to find a spot when your hips bucked off the bed.

“ Like that spot, sweet girl?”

“Yes!”  He bit into that same spot underneath your ear causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair.  Pulling on his hair earned you a deep growl from Din.  He marked every inch of your neck that was accessible before moving on to your breasts.

“Din…” hands still tangled in his hair desperately tried pulling him closer to your body.  “Oh Din your mouth feels.. Fuu..” He pulled and bit on your nipple then moved to the other to give it the same attention.  “Please do that again baby.”

“You like that cyare,” Din looked right in your eye as he pulled a nipple to his lips.  

“Oh f..fuck yes baby.  Please Din don’t stop please.”  He gave your breasts just as many kisses as he did bites before he pulled off, much to your dismay.  A soft peck to your lips quite your whimper but not the fire.

“Don’t worry mesh’la I’m not done with you yet.  Told you I wasn’t going to stop till you were screaming my name right?”

“Yes.”

Din brought his hand down to your clothed pussy and rubbed, making your hips buck up to get more friction where you wanted it most.  He stopped at the top rubbing in circles sending shivers up and down your spine.  “Y/n you are soaked sweet girl, does your pussy always get this wet when you think of me?”  You try and hide the red painting your face in your elbow, but he quickly pulls it away.  “Please don’t hide from me sweet girl, I love you, and it means I’m doing this right.”

“Oh maker,...” he pulled your underwear and the cool air hit your cunt just right to make you shiver head to toe.  “You are Din, I have never felt more beautiful than I do right now.”  Tears well up in your eyes as you sit up to give your mandalorian a kiss and while distracted he plunges a finger into your wetness.  Both moan with the other’s mouth when Din decides he needs to see the rest of you and pulls the beautiful white lace from your legs.

“Mesh’la, such a pretty site before me.  This pussy is the most amazing thing a person can lay eyes on,” he settles down between your thighs.  “And it is all mine.”  Din growls out the last part before devouring the gift before him.  Your thighs instantly clamped down on his head and he moaned into your cunt causing your hands to find his hair once more.  You weren't sure this time if you were trying to pull him closer or push him back, it was all too much at one time.  A few more minutes of this treatment had you seeing the stars.

“Din..” He was right, he was going to have you screaming his name.  “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Din… fu-fuck”  You fell back on to th bed when your high started to ease up.

“How was that gorgeous?”

“So damn good, what do you think I actually screamed your name.”  His smile was as bright as the sun was during your ceremony this morning.  “Would you like me to return the favor?” You sat up reaching for his cock ready to try and devour what this man had to offer you.

“Not this time cyare,” a small look of disappointment crossed your face, “next time.  I’m ready to cum and I want to be inside before I do.”  He reached over to the table beside the bed and watched him grab a condom.  You had talked about kids one day but 9 months from now was not the time.  Laying back to catch your breath you watch your husband roll the condom down and crawl back over to you.  “Ready baby?”

“Yes.” you say shaking your head with a little hint of worry in your eyes.

“Now please tell me if it's too much or you need me to slow down, alright sweet girl.”  A quick nod of your head was all you could manage.  As promised he took it slow, after the tip was in you put a hand on his hips and he stopped.  Really he needed it as well, you were so tight around his cock he wanted to cum then and there.  When you removed your hand he pushed in a little further, he continued this pace till he was fully seated within you.  Both of you still for a moment just look in each other's eyes and take a moment to remember this is really happening.  

“Move please…” a quick kiss to your lips lets you know he heard you.  Din starts with a slower pace for both of you, slow powerful thrusts.  “Please Din…” you have no idea what you are asking for but he seems to understand and picks up the pace a little.

“Oh fuck y/n I’m so close, baby please tell me you are.”  A nodding head and maybe a mixed in was all he needed to reach down and find your clit once more.  

“Din…” was all that was heard when you came hard around his cock.  He wasn’t but a couple thrusts behind you, hips still deep inside you before he hid his face in your neck.  Your husband finally pulled out and went to dispose of the condom.  He came back to you a minute later with a warm rag to clean you up.  “That was amazing, husband.”

“Yes riduur it was pretty amazing.”  Din pulled you close to his body as he waited for you to fall asleep first.  A couple minutes later your breathing evened out and he relaxed into a peaceful night's sleep.  For once he slept all thru the night knowing he has his existing family, with more to grow on.

@absurdthirst

@auty-ren

Can we get uuhhhhh some Dick Winters smut pls

we uuhhhhh…most certainly can :) It’s about GOD DAMN time I wrote some Winters smut. 

Warnings: ***SEXY TIME***

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Other Ways

Knocking on the office door before you, you nervously shifted your weight from one foot to the other. It wasn’t that you were necessarily scared of Lieutenant Winters — because on every occasion you had interacted with him, he was always kind and polite. It was more the fact that you hadn’t been expecting to be called into his office and had no idea what the following meeting was pertaining to.

It was sort of like being called to the principle’s office when you’re a good kid; you know you didn’t do anything wrong, but you’re still worried about what’s going to happen.

Before you could get too inside of your own head, however, there was a faint “Come in,” from the other side of the door. 

Twisting the door handle with your slightly sweaty palm, you stepped into the dimly lit office and made sure to shut the door behind yourself afterward; if Winters was going to yell at you, you didn’t want anyone else to hear.

“Sir?” you planted yourself firmly in front of Winters’ desk, keenly aware that he hadn’t so much as looked up from the papers in front of him since you had entered. “You asked to see me.”

“That I did.” Winters nodded slowly, his eyes still glued to the page in his hand for a few seconds longer before he finally tossed the parchment onto his desk along with the many others and sat back in his chair, his fingers pressing firmly into his temples to alleviate the tension. “I wanted to…um…talk to you about…”

You watched as Winters searched his mind for the reason for calling you into his office that evening, but after about a minute of nothing, he let out a groan. “You know what? I’ve completely forgotten,” he admitted, a slight grimace playing at the corners of his mouth, the creases there resembling the ones around his eyes that signified just how stressed and tired he was. 

“Oh.” you weren’t sure what to say or do. “Do you want me to stay while you try to remember or…should I go?”

Sitting forward once more, his left hand reaching for a half-full cup of coffee that, by that point, was only luke-warm, Winters gestured toward the door. “You might as well go.” he sighed. “I’m sure if it were really important I would have remembered. It’s just…oh, nevermind. It’s unprofessional of me to gripe about my problems to a subordinate.”

“It’s just Captain Sobel, sir?” you ventured a guess as to the origin of his current frustration and exhaustion. 

With slightly blood-shot eyes, Winters looks up at you and chortled. “Yes, private Y/L/N. It is Captain Sobel.”

“Well, if it makes you feel any better,” you leaned in slightly and lowered your voice. “everyone else hates him just as much as you do.”

Winters waved his hand at you in dismissal of your comment. “I don’t hate-” he cut himself off in a moment of realization. “Yeah, actually, I do hate him, but don’t tell anyone I said that; I’ll deny it anyway.”

You chuckled a little. “I won’t, sir. Your secret is safe with me.”

“Good.” he actually smiled before standing up and making his way over to the small coffee maker in the corner of his small office. “Can I get you some coffee?” he offered. 

“I’m okay, sir, thank you.” you politely declined, knowing that if you drank any caffeine that late at night you would never get to sleep, which in turn would fuck you over for the following day of training. 

Giving a curt nod, Winters turned and started making himself a fresh cup. “I know it’s not the best for me, but this is the only way I know how to deal with the stress right now. Caffeinate and push through, despite the fact that I don’t think I’ve slept in two days.” 

“If you don’t mind me asking, sir, what exactly is it that you’re doing?” your eyes drifted over the many files and stacks of paper atop his desk. 

“I’m re-checking supply orders.” Winters huffed as he leaned against the counter. “Captain Sobel made a change in the supply order and now I have to go through about ten stacks of item lists to find the one change so it can be documented.” 

Picking up a slip of paper, you lazily trailed your eyes over the items listed and scoffed. “Well, good luck with that, sir.”

“Thank you.”

“My favourite thing to do when I’m stressed is take a long, hot bath and just forget about all of my troubles for an hour or so,” you told him, unsure of why you were still in his office at all. “Of course, I can’t do that anymore, so now I jump imagine I’m in a hot bath. Doesn’t work quite the same but it gets the job done.”

“Interesting method.” Winters poured the steaming hot, fresh coffee into his cup before stalking back over to his desk. “Have any other suggestions?”

You thought for a moment. “Well, there are the obvious ones, like taking a walk, clearing your head, doing something else for a little while…getting some sleep.” you cocked an eyebrow at him while you mentioned the last suggestion. “And then, of course, there are other ways…”

Winters perked up at your vague mention of ‘other ways.’ “What do you mean by that, private Y/L/N?”

You could feel the warmth rising in your cheeks and you were sure you had turned a brilliant shade of pale red. “I don’t suppose it’s very professional for me to say, sir.” you tried to get out of having to voice your dirty thoughts, but when all he did was continue to stare at you, you felt compelled. “Oh, you know…sex.”

Silence filled the office, the tension in the air so thick that you swore you were having trouble breathing. Winters continued to look at you, his eyes trailing over your body as he leaned back in his chair. At that moment, you severely regretted speaking at all in the first place.

You were sure Winters was going to write you up for speaking so inappropriately in his presence, but what he did instead was much more shocking. “Do you use that method regularly?” he asked, his legs spreading slightly as he eyed you up some more. 

You were surprised by the question, there was no doubt about that. Winters always seemed like such a play-it-by-the-book sort of man who would never even dare to step out of line, so this new side of him — this suggestive side — really caught you off guard. 

“Sir?” you swallowed hard, your back straightening with nerves as you stood at attention before him. 

“Private.” his eyes finally left your body for a split second. “Lock the door.”

Without another word, you turned on your heel and did as the Lieutenant asked. As soon as the click of the lock echoed through the room, you could hear the sound of a belt being undone behind you. You froze in place for a second, almost scared to turn around and confront what you were sure was waiting for you. 

“Sir,” your words were soft and unassuming, your back still facing Winters. “Are we going to have sex?”

“No, private.” you could feel Winters’ breath on the back of your neck as he planted his hands on your hips and pressed himself into your ass. “I’m going to fuck you.”

Your breathing hitched as your hands pressed into the wood of the door to steady yourself. You couldn’t think of anything to say, so instead, you just remained silent and enjoyed the feeling of want between your legs. 

Hiking up your army issued, knee-length skirt around your waist, Winters pushed himself up against you even harder, one of his hands moving up to brush some hair away from your neck so he could kiss and nibble on the skin there. 

As his kisses sent shivers up and down your spine, Winters clamped his hand firmly over your mouth. “Just in case,” he whispered as he pushed your underwear to the side and ran two fingers along the length of your folds. Your knees nearly buckled right there and then, but before you had a chance to melt on the spot, Winters entered you from behind, the new wave of pleasure taking over your entire body. 

You wanted to moan out so badly but the hand over your mouth was preventing you from making any audible noises, so you were forced to rely on body language to communicate your enjoyment. Arching your back, you rested your head on Winters’ shoulder and looked up at him the best you could, your eyes saying all the words your mouth couldn’t.

“Desk.” was all he said next before grabbing you and pushing you in the direction of his desk. With one single, fluid motion, he swiped all the papers from the wooden desktop before bending you over it. “This is much better.”

Now that both of his hands were grabbing at your hips and ass and weren’t preventing you from speaking, you took the opportunity to voice your pleasure. “Please, sir, fuck me harder.” you practically begged. “Take out all your frustration and stress on me.”

Winters didn’t say anything in response, but when he began pounding into you at an alarming rate over and over again, you were sure he had heard you. For a split second, you began to overthink about the fact that you were bent over your Lieutenant’s desk with his cock buried deep inside of you, but before you could worry too much, he lifted one of your legs up onto the desk as well, allowing him to penetrate you even deeper than you thought possible. 

“Oh, God!” you unintentionally screamed out, but thankfully, Winters was too wrapped up in his own pleasure to reprimand you. 

With your mouth hung open like a fish out of water, your eyes began to roll back in your head as you approached the promised land of euphoria. “Shhh.” Winters reminded you as he leaned over the top of you and snaked one arm around your stomach. “Cum for me without making a sound.” he suddenly remembered his unspoken rule about being silent. 

“I don’t think I can,” you confessed as your orgasm began and you felt the scream start to work its way up your throat. 

“Make a peep and I’ll make you pick up all these goddamn supply lists and go through them yourself.” 

Hearing the urgency in his voice pushed you into a state verbal paralysis, and as your orgasm rocked through your body, you somehow remained completely silent, as per his request. 

Not long after you came, Winters unraveled as well, his body dropping onto yours as he caught his breath. “You were right.” he breathed out, the stress and exhaustion no longer audible in his voice. “That method does work.”

“Glad I could be of assistance.” you cracked a smile as you straightened up and pulled your skirt back down. “By the way, sir, did you remember what you wanted to talk to me about yet?”

Winters shook his head as he buckled his belt again. “No, but be assured, private, as soon as I do, I’ll ask to see you again ASAP.”

Soon To Be (Shawn Mendes)

Originally Written: Dec. 19, 2018 | Edited: Mar. 22, 2019

A/N: Just a quick fluff, also this was requested and originally posted on Wattpad.

Summary: Who would’ve known that his album release party would be the moment Shawn realizes that he, in fact, wants to call you Mrs. Mendes someday?

Warnings: Dirty(ish) in the end [like it’s there but not in detail lol] and Typos

Word Count: 4.1k+

Masterlist in Bio

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You were looking at yourself in the mirror one last time when you heard a soft knock on the door. You turned around to see your boyfriend leaning on the door frame casually, his arms crossed over his chest with a wide smile plastered on his lips.

"Too much?" You asked, giving him a twirl as you matched his grin, showing of the outfit he bought for you on your birthday.

The dress you wore was a sexy, plain black, midi dress with a plunging back and bodycon fit that shows the curves of your body perfectly. A triangle-cut bodice transitioning into double spaghetti straps that crisscrossed at the back with a hidden zipper just by the bum, making it look clean and sleek. The make-up you wore was soft and simple with your hair flowing freely to shape your face. To complete the look, you wore open toed heels, black of course.

"No, nothing will ever be too much when it comes to you." Shawn bit his bottom lip with a grin, his eyes scanning you from head to toe, the twinkle in them very evident as he watched you with pure love.

You flashed him a smile, your cheeks heating up at how he's looking at you. You have been with Shawn for almost 4 and a half years now, but you still haven't gotten used to the way he looks at you, and to be completely honest, you don't think you'll ever get used to it.

"God, you look amazing." Shawn gushed, finally walking over to you after a few seconds of staring, hands landing directly on your waist, pulling you flush against his chest before leaning down to give you a soft peck on the lips.

"You don't look bad yourself." You responded, hands lying flat on his toned chest then going up on his broad shoulders. You couldn’t stop admiring your handsome boyfriend who sported his usual black jeans and black leather Chelsea boots, his floral-printed button-down shirt tucked in with its sleeves rolled up, showing his forearms tattoos.

Damn. Your man never fails to look good.

"You look so handsome babe." With a sigh of content, you wrapped your arms around his neck as you pulled him even closer, fingers playing with his curls in the back of his head as your bit your bottom lip, eyes boring into his hazel ones with an innocent look written all over your face.

"Keep doing that and this dress would be off in seconds." He grumbled, eyeing your bottom lip which was caught between your teeth, his eyes turning a shade darker as his hands now rested just on top of your bum. You knew how that simple gesture always drove him crazy, whether it was you being so concentrated on doing something completely normal or when it has something to do with stuff that happens in the bedroom.

He gave your ass a hard squeezed, catching you off-guard and making you gasp. He chuckled deeply, biting his bottom lip with a smug smirk dancing on his face. You couldn’t help but roll your eyes.

"Save that for later Mendes, we're going to be late." You giggled, patting his cheek as you tried to pull away from his hold, but he only gripped you tighter, nuzzling his nose against your neck, placing feathery kisses on your skin. "Come on honey, just a quickie." He mumbled, now nipping on your skin, easily finding your sweet spot. Being with him for so long, Shawn has already memorized every single part of your body and he knows your every weakness.

"Shawn, we need to g – oh." You stuttered, your mind going all fuzzy as Shawn sucked on your skin pulling away slightly to blow cold air on the exposed spot sending shivers down your spine.

"It won't hurt to be a little bit late." He chuckled before capturing your lips in his, now attempting to push you back towards the bed. You giggled between the kiss, placing a firm hand on his chest and with all your strength, finally managing to pull away from him.

"It's your launch party silly, we can't be late." He pouted at your words, a soft whine coming out of his mouth to match the pleading look on his face, "Just a quick one?" You shook your head no, sighing at the man in front of you. "How about I make you a deal?" You offered, running your hand through his hair to push the stray curl back as it started to fall on his forehead. "Okay, I'm listening."

"If we go right now, you'll be the one to take every article of clothing off of my body later tonight, and you can do whatever you want to me." You gave him a wink and he grinned, a low growl coming out of his throat. "I'll hold you to your word princess. Let's go then." And with that, the two of you went out of his condo and off to the launch party.

* * *

It's been 20 minutes in and Shawn has already managed to lose you in the sea of people, not that he was worried at all. You were probably just talking with your friends for all he knows.

Everyone was having a blast as he and his team celebrated his 5th album release of his career. The 3rd and the 4th were also great successes, both albums being nominated for Grammy's and he has managed to win most of them. He is still on cloud 9 to this date, not being able to believe that he was now a Grammy award winner in such a young age, and to top it all off, he's found you in the midst of all the chaos.

"Hey dude! 5th album is out and already a great success, as per usual. Congrats man." Brian greeted, patting Shawn in the back as he raised his beer for Shawn to cheers. It's only been a few minutes in after they finally released it and it was already starting to sellout. The numbers were crazy and he couldn't have been more grateful for his fans.

"Thanks man, couldn't have done it without your support." Shawn smiles at his best friend as he took a sip of his drink, just casually scanning the room to find you while holding his other end of the conversation.

Both men were talking about upcoming plans for the future when Shawn's eyes finally found yours across the room, your (E/C) eyes meeting his hazel ones. You gave him a quick smile and a wink before turning back to the person you were having a conversation with. He grinned, just watching you laughing and smiling was enough to makes his heart melt.

You make him the happiest man in this planet, just by being you. You are such an incredible and amazing woman and he's so lucky to have you in his life. You we're incomparable to any awards out there and he'll be forever grateful that you stuck by his side after all these years. You were and always will be his number one supporter.

"So, how are things going with (Y/N)? Everything good?" Brian asked curiously, a smile also creeping up his face to just see his friend glowing with happiness.

"God it's been amazing. She's amazing. Like man, I find myself falling more and more in love with her every single day. She's the sweetest, funniest, kindest, most amazing woman I've ever met. She understands me you know? She knows me better than anyone else and she supports me so much. She's such an angel, and I couldn't have asked for a better woman to have in my life." Shawn took a deep breath, gazing at you with a bright and huge smile on his face. His heart all warm and fuzzy just by the love he has for you.

You were the epitome of pure beauty to him and Shawn can never put it into exact words how much he's in awe of you as a whole, from your stunning features to the little things that you do, and he is in love with every single one.

He loves the way you dance in the kitchen wearing nothing but his shirt and your underwear when you cook breakfast, swaying your hip to the beat of the music while using the spatula as a microphone. Shawn always has the stupidest grin whenever he finds you in that state early in the morning; scaring you out of your mind ones he comes up behind you or when he just suddenly breaks into a round of applause right then and there.

He loves it when you're sat cross-legged on the couch, hair on top of your head in a messy bun as you furrow your brows at your laptop, nibbling on your bottom lip as you are too concentrated on your work to even pay him any attention. And boy what a sight to see that was.

He loves the way you belt your favorite song in the shower, not even caring if it's in tune or not. Shawn used to wonder what takes you so long but when he opens the door and hear your voice echoing against the white tiles, he couldn't help but join in, a smug smirk on his lips once he slowly slides the shower door open. You get surprised at first, stifling out a scream, but when it happened so often, you've come to love it.

He loves the way you never fail to fall asleep right on top of him, your whole body just lying on him as you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck, soft breaths coming out of your mouth that tickles his skin. You always looked so peaceful, so angelic with your eyes fluttered shut, the sight turning him into a puddle of pure happiness.

And he certainly loves that you are the very first to bless his eyes the moment he wakes up. The rays of the early morning sun bouncing off your skin, giving you the soft divine look that makes him ask, 'How did I get so goddamn lucky?'

Recalling all those moment, all the sweet things you do, Shawn now knows he wants all of that, he wants all of you, every single day, for the rest of his life.

Even just looking at you right now as you talked with your friend, being in your element and smiling happily with that gorgeous glint in your eyes, Shawn knows, he just knows you are it for him, his end game.

"I can't wait to marry her someday."

As soon as the words came out of his mouth, Shawn's head turned to look at Brian with wide eyes, surprised and completely taken aback by the certainty and confidence in his voice. Sure the thought has crossed his mind once or twice but he always pushes it in the back of his head and he has never said it out loud to anyone before, plus when you're a busy man like him, you tend to forget about it as the day goes by.

You and Shawn have never sat down and talked about what the future holds. Maybe the two of you are too scared to think about it, or maybe you just want to live in the now and to let everything fall in its place naturally.

But to come and think about it, Shawn really does want to marry you, maybe not right now as the two of you are still a bit young, but he can't think of anyone else he'd like to spend the rest of his life with.

"Oh stop acting so surprised. About time you propose to her. You're head over heels for her man. It's so obvious that you two are made for each other. And as they say, if you like it, you put a ring on it." Brian patted Shawn in the back, earning a chuckle from him as he shakes his head at his friend's cliché comment.

He was about to say something when he felt a presence approaching, so he kept his mouth shut, not wanting to get the word about "proposing" out as he himself haven't planned about it yet. And he was right when a familiar voice interrupted him.

"Hey boys, what's up with the wide smiles? Am I interrupting something?" You asked, looking at Brian then back at Shawn who both were smiling like idiots with a gleam in their eyes that you couldn’t quite pinpoint, like they talked about something that involves you.

"Nope, not at all." Shawn's arm instantly hooked around your waist like it an instinct to. Whenever you're near, he really just wants to touch you and keep you close to him, to hold you in every possibly way he can. You looked at him with a wide smile, eyes full of love, which he returned gladly.

"Gosh you two are so in love, can't wait what the future holds." With that, Brian raised his drink as he gave you a wink before leaving the two of you alone.

You turned to Shawn fully, your hands now resting on his broad shoulders, as his took home on either side of your waist. "What was that about?" You raised an eyebrow at him as he smiled wider, his eyes wrinkling in the process.

"Oh it's nothing, you know Brian, he likes to tease everyone." Shawn grinned, looking at you with such pride and love that you couldn't prevent the butterflies in your stomach from going crazy.

You thought being with someone for so long, you're going to get used to everything, too all the cliché things that he makes you feel, but boy were you wrong. You'll never get used to how Shawn looks at you, there's just something so special about this man that you couldn't point a finger on, but nonetheless, you're incredibly grateful to have him.

Your thoughts were interrupted when Shawn dipped his head down to give you a soft peck on your lips, then another, followed by another, then another one before going in all around your face, from your cheeks, to your jaw, the corners of your mouth and the tip of your nose.

"Hmmm, someone's being clingy." You hummed, soft giggles coming out of your mouth as he captures your lips once more. "I just love you so much." He whispers, brushing the tip of his nose with yours, the smile he was sporting lighting up his whole face, making him look even more breathtaking.

"And I love you." You mirrored his grin, your fingers now getting tangled with the hair on the back of his head. You two were swaying side to side to no music at all, you might even looked like idiots by your actions but none of you cared as you stared at each other's eyes with content and admiration, just enjoying each other's presences.

"Can we go back home now please?" Shawn pouted after a few seconds of silence, showing you his best puppy dog eyes, earning a laugh from you. He just wants to be alone with you now, to have you, skin to skin, to love you with every possibly way he can without the prying eyes of other people.

"Shawn it's your launch party, we can't just leave. These people are here to celebrate with you." You giggled as you cupped his cheek. He leaned against your touch like a cute puppy, turning his head to place a soft kiss on the palm of your hand.

"I've already talked to almost everyone, I think it's okay to get going." Shawn took your hand and spun you around, so that now your back was pressed against his chest. "Besides, I'd like to celebrate with you only, back home, in our bedroom, no clothing involved. I haven't forgotten about the deal we made babe." He added as whisper, his lips lingering on the skin just below your ear, making you shudder.

His tempting offer made you sigh in defeat, and what Shawn wants, he gets, most of the times at least. Besides, you were getting all tired with all these chatting and standing; might as well go back home and let Shawn take all the stress off your body.

"Fine, but you tell your mom and dad that we'll be going ahead. Plus Andrew and the team, your friends, basically everyone since this is your party." You raised an eyebrow at him, expecting him to back out, but to your surprise, he only nodded with a groan, taking your hand in his and pulling you towards his parents.

"Okay, fine."

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Fits of giggles were heard from the two of you as you emerged from the elevator hand in hand, making your way down the hallway and towards the condo. Shawn fumbled with his keys to open the door, his lips now attached to yours with smiles written all across both your features. You can feel nothing but pure love for the man in front of you, feeling so safe and sound in his arms as he kissed you with so much passion.

Once the door was finally open, the two of you stumbled inside, the giggles getting louder when the task became a bit harder to achieve as none of you dared to pull away from one another, too intoxicated from the kiss to even care where you're stepping. Shawn kicked the door shut and pressed you against the wall, his fingers interlocked with yours as he held it above your head, trapping you in his grasp, lips fitting perfectly like two puzzle pieces.

He untangled his fingers with yours only to wrap his arms around your waist securely, pulling you closer into him as much as possible. Your arms snaked around his neck as you held onto him, kissing him back with equal the intensity he was giving you, lowly panting as your lungs started to scream for air.

Shawn's hands started to move lower until it was resting on the swell of your ass, "Jump." He whispered against your lips which you gladly obliged, wrapping your legs around his waist as he hoisted you up with ease, his time in the gym obviously paying off. You kicked off your heels just as Shawn carefully carried you back towards the bedroom. He closed the door close with his foot before sitting down on the edge of his bed with you on his lap, finally pulling away as the two of you gasped for air.

"I'm so in love with you..." He whispered with deep breathes, pressing his forehead against yours as he stared straight into your eyes, and you found no doubt at all, you can only see his love for you, and you know for sure you were looking at him with the same amount of worship.

"Me too Mendes, me too..." You smiled, cupping his face with both your hands, stroking his cheeks with your thumbs earning a satisfied sigh from him.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple of minutes, just enjoying each other's company and letting your eyes speak for themselves, to show just how happy and in love the two of you are.

"Congratulations on the success of your 5th album baby, I'm so proud of you." You whispered, brushing your thumb against his plump lips, it being swollen and red because of what you were doing just minutes beforehand.

"Thank you honey, couldn't have done it without my number one and most incredible fan, and my greatest inspiration. Am I getting my gift now?" He asked innocently, nudging the tip of his nose against yours, making you let out an adorable laugh. You gave him a soft nod, a wide grin spreading on your lips before you pulled him back in for another hot and intense kiss. He hummed in satisfaction, heart fluttering at how lucky he really is indeed to have you in his life.

His hands started to rub up and down your back before he reached for the zipper, slowly pulling it down, exposing your back fully to the cold air of the room. His tongue found your bottom lip as he asked for entrance, which you granted, deepening the kiss even more. You moved closer to him as you straddled his lap, making him groan as you now sat directly on his hard on.

His hand went back to your bum, giving it a quick yet hard squeeze, making you gasp, the temperature in the room slowly rising as you unbuttoned his shirt one by one, his chiseled chest now coming into view. His lips left yours as he pressed it on your jaw, slowly trailing down your neck, nipping and sucking at the skin, leaving mark all over, indicating who you belonged to, your eyes rolling to the back of your head at the feeling of utter pleasure. You let him do whatever he wanted, a deal is a deal after all.

Shawn pulled away to watch you intently as he hooked his fingers on the straps of your dress, slowly pulling it down your shoulders, his fingers leaving goosebumps as it trailed against your skin. He pulled it off completely of you, exposing your top half to him as you weren't wearing anything underneath.

"So beautiful." He groaned, pushing your hair back behind your shoulders to prevent it from covering you. His nibble fingers exploring your bare skin, softly touching the area just around your breast with his eyes trailing along and you can feel something grow even harder under you, making your insides flip.

You felt your cheeks heat up as you bit your bottom lip, feeling so happy and content with how Shawn treats and admires you so much. You trusted him with all your heart, knowing that he would never do anything to purposely hurt it.

Shawn treats you like a queen that you are, and you couldn't have asked for more. Yes, being with a popstar has it cons but none of that mattered because being with Shawn outweighs every con that exists.

You let out a tiny squeal as Shawn flipped you on your back, your figure bouncing on the bed softly as he hovered above you, his arms resting on either side of your head to make sure you weren't getting crushed by his weight.

Shawn stared straight in your eyes, another smile creeping on his lips as he froze in his spot, not being able to resist his happiness and love overflowing from his body as he watched you just lying under him, ever so beautiful.

He can never explain word for word just how much he loves you, damn, he can even write a dozen worth of albums and still that wouldn’t be enough. But maybe that's what makes his feelings for you so strong and real, because it's unconditional, unexplainable, and immeasurable.

There was no doubt in his mind that you were a remarkable woman, that you are the perfect person for him and he can never stop saying – even if he's said it a hundred time already – just how lucky he is that you belonged to him.

You were his and his only.

He might as well make it forever right? Besides, (Y/N) Mendes does suit you very well.

They were right, there was never going to be a sign or some sort of indication that will tell you who's the right person for you, or who your soulmate is, because when the right time comes, and that moment may be as random as possible, you will just feel it.

And Shawn definitely feels that with you, right here, right now.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" You asked, smiling yourself as his smile has always been so contagious, the joy in his face and the positive aura he emits just rubbing off of you.

"Like what?" Shawn grinned.

Maybe he'll have to make a few phone calls tomorrow, he will need all the help he can get if he wants to keep this proposal as a secret as much as he can, and as perfect as he can make it out to be, you deserved only the best after all.

And he can start it off by finding the perfect engagement ring for his soon to be fiancé.

Then, after that, his soon to be wife.

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WHERE: luce’s house WHEN: may 18th, two days before the seance WHO: closed for @thechircn nsfw content; sexy times

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

 there's a thrill to it, clementine must confess. while she knows she is undoubtedly putting herself and what she stands for at risk, she isn't too worried. she's testing the waters – curiously, recklessly. clementine resists and then succumbs to the pull in lucrezia's name. she walks to the fellow witch's house when she could've given her the protection tokens anywhere else. she fights herself and yet here she is – and she adjusts the strap of her bag on her shoulder before ringing the doorbell.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

As the doorbell rings, Luce is quick to sweep down the stairs.  She is a vision carefully undone, hair in messy curls and face wiped nearly bare of makeup.  Only moments before she smelled of white men and cheap cologne.  Now, she is honeysuckled and amber, a scent all her own. She smiles at Clementine, leaning on the frame.  "Always a prompt one, aren't you Cleo?"

Clementine Chastain 05/18/2020

hazel eyes search unsure for a fit place to land. the excitement still bubbles right beneath the surface but truth be told, clementine is always less prepared than she thinks when she meets luce. the fire witch is trained to do this – to allure and to entice and clementine has always been an easy victim. clementine settles for the woman's eyes and then her own bag on the side of there body. "i'm a woman of my word," she says and nearly smiles. she shrugs instead. "can i come in? i'd just give you these but i'd rather not risk being seen."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/18/2020

"Can you come in," Luce repeats, rolling her eyes but smiling warm.  "Always, but especially now.  It's not safe to lurk outside." She holds open the door.  "Come, lets sit and chat."

Clementine Chastain 05/19/2020

she nods, less inclined to smile once luce brings up their lack of safety. it’s why she’s here - to give luce means to protect herself and her home, nothing else. “thank you,” she says out of the politeness that has always been reinforced in her. the earth witch abandons her dusty boots by the entrance and then lingers, waits for luce to point out where they’re sitting. the florist clutches her bag’s strap again. “i brought you a few,” she starts, feeling awkward in silence. “one for personal use. three for your house - so front door, back door and your bedroom, if you wish.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/20/2020

She's uncharacteristically quiet as she sits with Cleo, waiting through her rambles for the right moment to speak.  It's unexpected and, in the way of unexpected kindness, rather cute.  She'd not expected such a one eighty in treatment and, resting a cheek on her palm, she watches curiously.  "Who do you think wants me dead so badly?" there's a laugh curling about her words, though it never breaks. "I would have thought that was you until..." she gestures to the menagerie of charms.

Clementine Chastain 05/20/2020

there’s a tint of pink on her cheeks when clementine replies. the florist decides it’s best to ignore the innuendo even though her face gives the emotion away. instead, she is puzzled by luce’s words. she doesn’t join the fire witch on the laugh and in contrast, her eyebrows knit together. “i- i never wanted you dead, luce.” she shakes her head. “not even before. i can hold a grudge but not to that extent.” clementine shakes her head. “i’m just- there are more and more signs that these witch hunters actually exist. i don’t want anyone in our group to get hurt by them, whoever they are.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

"Don't worry about witch hunters with me, Darling.  I'm a smart girl, I know how to take care of myself." The words had been hyperbole, a taunt meant to elicit a response.  That her cheeks redden only fuels Luce further.  She leans closer, teasing in every line of her body, a smirk growing simple and wider on her lips.  Her voice is light, a teasing that is coy and almost kind.  "If not dead, how did you want me?"

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

clementine would add that she knows how smart luce is. it's written across her hips and the curve of her lips as she steps closer. clementine takes a breath as her body grows tense with the proximity of the other witch. hazel eyes dart to luce's lips as a reflex and she wets hers. "safe." she responds though she fears they're far from safety.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

The pyromancer is smart indeed and she misses nothing, including the way Cleo's eyes dance from her eyes to her lips.  Rarely does she need confirmation that she is wanted but it doesn't stop the thrill.  That Cleo fights it, something they both know well, only excites her more.  "You have any ideas on how to help me be safer?"

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

the florist knows now when she's in a game. she ran from those a long time ago, convinced herself to hate them. yet right now, with luce's fiery gaze upon her, she forgets her reasoning. "yes," she replies, feigning innocence. "it's what the protection charms are for."

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

"Mmm, right right," she's leaning closer still, beckoning Cleo closer.  "You said that already." It's clear, Luce's eyes drifting down to Cleo's lips, her palm balanced next to hers. She could easily lean in and kiss her, but she doesn't.

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

as soon as luce is close enough, everything else misses her thought. the protection charms, the hunters – those worries die down to make room for the temptation presented to her. clementine takes a breath, feels herself leaning into the fire. "are you expecting me to kiss you again?" she whispers – taunts.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

Her eyes widen - fractionally -but it's an impressed sort of surprise, the kind that sharpens her eyes immediately.  She'd forgotten, if only for a moment, that this is not the same Clementine she'd met those early days in Salem.  "No...but I'd like you to."

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

she thinks of denying luce of it. clementine thinks she should be more stubborn and less lenient with the wishes of luce. yet this – knowing that luce wants her kiss – already feels as a victory. she says nothing, only stares at luce for a moment before leaning in, inviting the fire witch chaste and slow.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/25/2020

This kiss is not the same.  It is soft, a boon more than a reprisal. It was not so much as a shade of what they'd embarked on at the festival.  This kiss, to Luce, feels like pity. She surges against Cleo to surge past that feeling, leaning forward quickly, her hand curving beneath her jaw and drawing the girl close, forcing more from her lips.

Clementine Chastain 05/25/2020

she nearly smiles against luce's lips. there's an undeniable thrill to being wanted that clementine basks in as luce searches for more of her. she gives in willingly then, knowing well that if she never desired for something like this to happen, she would've stayed at home. the florist lets the bag slip past her shoulder and abandons it. the hand formerly clutching the strap now curls around luce's hips as she leans in closer.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/26/2020

There it is, she thinks.  Hands on her hips that grip, the body's way of asking for more. Luce had known from the first text that this was where the evening was to go, that even in the smallest way she'd won back the earth witches attention. Distantly, she hears Clementine's bag hit the floor and leans instead, slipping her body into the florists lap as she lets her teeth graze the bottom of her lip.

Clementine Chastain 05/26/2020

the phantom of a moan dies against luce's lips. the thrill of the thin line between danger and enjoyment pools on her stomach and instead of pulling back, she's pulling luce in. clementine trails a hand up luce's thigh, soft and then a hard grip when she finds her hip again. her free hand follows the curve of her neck until fingers comb through luce's dark strands as the florist meets her lips.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/26/2020

This is a dance Luce has known for ages, the steps never varying so wildly.  It's the song, the melody of bringing her body together with a new partner, that is the thrill. With Cleo, it's surprising.  She knew the before-touching each other softly, carefully, as if one would disappear.  There was an act to it, a performance catered solely to Clementine.  Now, she is more herself, her hands greedy, pressing breasts against her partner, raking fingers down her spine as she fights between kissing and excited moans. She parts for air, green eyes gone dark with dilation, and smiles with lips wet and swollen.

Clementine Chastain 05/26/2020

it takes her some time to identify why this feels different. luce isn’t so unfamiliar where her skin burns under clementine’s palms and where she tastes on her tongue. yet, the renewed fire to this is strange as it’s overpowering. all the unresolved feelings she bottled up implode at once and she knows luce is the guilty one. her touches used to be invitations but now clementine is demanding - she wants the attention where she can’t find the affection. she wants the sweet release of physical touch freeing her mind of thought. the witch licks her lip at the sight of luce and moans, softly. she leans in for her neck now, lips and tongue and teeth scraping over skin as her hand makes its way down towards luce’s chest.

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/27/2020

Her life is spent selling herself and her body has been hand in so many ways.  Somehow, Clementine feels different, the need in her hands fortified by something Luce cannot see.  Instead she chases more, her fingers soft as they tear away Cleo's clothes.  Her skin is nearly ivory when unveiled, set apart by emerald lace and satin.  "Why hello," Luce purrs, looking down at Clementine with a smile steeped in cocksure pride. She had bought Cleo this lingerie and she'd not seen it in sometime. Luce leans, brushing her nose against the side of Cleo's cheek.  "I think you're playing a game with me, little witch," she whispers against her ear, kissing teases there, biting a lobe with gentle teeth.

Clementine Chastain 05/27/2020

a blush colors cheek and chest much as it did when clementine put the lingerie set earlier that day. her eyes glint with appreciation. satisfaction stirs deep inside her, stemming from the smile on luce. it's been intentional and now she can't help but to smile as she leans her head back for the fire witch. her hand trace luce's spine lazily as she whispers. "you wouldn't think i learned nothing after all these years, would you?"

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

She grins, something cat-like in the seductress gaze.  "I have learned your more clever than you let on." And she kisses her again, a prideful prize that the ingenue had learned to be a quiet vixen.  Cleo's skin is soft under Luce's hands, admiring the dark lace first with her eyes, then the tips of her fingers.  She curves a hold beneath the bra, feeling the modest fullness of Cleo's breath before dipping down to kiss the budded flesh.

Clementine Chastain 05/30/2020

luce’s words and luce’s touch feel like praise and clementine indulges on it. her smile dies on a moan and goosebumps follow the fire witch’s fingertips. clementine thinks it would be easy to make giving in into a habit -  especially when her back arches to meet luce’s mouth. inside her chest, the feeling of longing intensifies and clementine moans, unabashedly asking and searching for more. eager hands push the fabric through the curve of luce’s shoulders and she runs her hands over the expanse of tan skin. “luce,” she whispers though hating to interrupt the attention the escort has been giving her. she tugs on the soft fabric of the robe and she blushes again. “take it off - i want to watch.”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

The absence of such closeness had been keenly felt during Cleo's forced distance, despite Luce's unwilling nature in realizing.  She'd had bodies in-between but few that moaned as Clementine did, whose skin flushed that same lustful cherry against white. There was a pop as she released the swell of Cleo's breast, falling back at the touch, only to smile.  

"Games indeed," she purrs, but there is that vixen between the dilated eyes. She pulls back from Cleo, slipping off her lap to stand before the earth witch.  It is a dance she has not preformed in such a manner, not for a long time.  She savors the tease, brushing her fingers beneath the mauve silk, more burlesque then dime store stripper.  Her hands glide over her own body, taking her time under the florists gaze.  She does not remove anything, presenting her body beneath the expensive silk without exposing, wanting to be wanted.

Clementine Chastain 05/30/2020

part of her wants her to be timid under luce’s gaze as she slithers from her lap and into a teasing dance. her chest turns reddens from where she watches and this unpopular part of herself feels as if she should look away. the major part of her, however, is riddled with desire and keeps her put - pupils blown wide as she takes in what she kept from herself when she cut luce out of her life. when she removes nothing clementine smirks. luce doesn’t do anything if not for a price and the florist would be a fool to believe she would pay nothing. eyes rake through luce’s body as she raises her chin, a bite to her lip before speaking. “cmon, luce,” her eyes are full of mischief and a defiance she is usually strange to. “what do i have to do to win the game for once?”

Lucrezia Bianchi 05/29/2020

Luce dips in the middle of her show, elongating the tan of neck to the lacy peak of a maroon bra.  Her every move is a dance to Clementine, creating a look of seduction, a magnet towards her partner.  It's in every dip of her hip, the way her body rolls in time to a song no one can here.  Once in front of Cleo, she lifts a slender foot, the silk robe falling away to leave a bar leg exposed as she plants the appendage just beside Clementine's hip.  Luce brings her body close so the ribbon tie of her robe rests by Cleo's fingers.  "How would you like to win, Cleo?"  She takes the florists hand, guiding it up the robe of her side and to the knot.  "You know it's within your grasp."

Clementine Chastain 06/02/2020

clementine traps her lip between her teeth in fear her mouth will fall open if she just lets it be. eyes follow the lines of luce's body eagerly and the witch misses luce on her lap where she can touch. as luce steps closer, she steals oxygen to burn and clementine is breathlessly leaning into her fire. the florist doesn't feel so confident to reply but she smiles like a promise and pulls the robe open. "fuck," clementine whispers. she thinks she wants to say something pathetic such as you're so beautiful but she stops herself. instead she sneaks a hand over the leg luce has next to her hip and lets her lips make a trail from her knee following her inner thigh. the witch takes her time, kisses brushing sensitive skin, teasing and inviting.

Lucrezia Bianchi 06/04/2020

She stays poised, enjoying how clearly the wants drips from Cleo’s gaze. Tauntingly, she leans closer, grinning as Cleo takes that step and the robe falls open.  “There you are,” she chuckles. She draws the woman closer, pushing her body near while the back of her fingers tickle the florists arm.  The robe falls to the floor as she watches Cleo, a soft pleasure in her eye and the open part of her lips.  “I’ve missed this,” she sighs, partly in earnest, though she’s convinced herself it’s what she should say.

Clementine Chastain 06/04/2020

clementine knows better than to believe her. yet, it tugs at her heart because she, too, missed this. it's different, at least on her part. she dares to explore and to take this time, now that she is more comfortable in her skin and her sexuality. she knows luce should be different, but she feels the same soft warm skin under her hands and lips. she should be different but is the same when she attempts to trap clementine with her words. clementine knows better, but indulges in the fantasy. the witch hums as she leans closer to press kisses to luce's stomach. "only this?" she asks coyly. her fingers touch her over the lace and clementine looks up to watch her. the question is on her eyes and the curve of her lips. how about this?

Lucrezia Bianchi 06/04/2020

There is nothing in her movements that breaks, matching her partners intensity.  A need burns between them, a spark Luce nurtures with her touch, her lips.  She shakes her head, looking down at the question in Cleo’s gaze as much as the one from her mouth.  “I think you know.” The trailed hand turns, cupping the brunette’s jaw and tilting her gaze up.  “Bring this to my bed.”

Clementine Chastain 06/04/2020

some sort of shyness returns to her as luce guides her towards her bedroom. her confidence trembles as clothes fall and they walk down a familiar path. urgency brews along with insecurity as she accepts more kisses and blushes deeper. fact is, she wants to be able to be good to luce. in a place not so deep inside her, clementine wants luce to yearn for her like she hasn’t yet. she wants to be wanted, wants to be a haunting thought perpetually on the back of her mind. the uncertainty of being able to makes her hesitant but she’s aware there are no games being won like this. so once they find their way into the bedroom, clementine squeezes the other woman’s hand, encourages her to turn around. “i’m still no good with talking, but,” she whispers but never finishes her sentence. instead, clementine shakes her head. she leans in slowly and kisses luce, slow and purposeful, while gently guiding her towards the mattress.

Water Tower Waltz

A CloTi fic by theClosetPoet7

Rating: M

Summary: Cloud swears that she had almost died once. Swears that he had failed Tifa in some way. He pictures carrying her in his arms, blood dripping from her chest like a sword had slashed through it. But she's alive and right in front of him. Alive. His head suddenly hurts. [Set during the Original Game].

“No one lives in the slums because they want to. It's like this train. It can only go where the tracks take it.”.

He traces the dips in her back, slowly running his finger through the groove that outlines the curve of her spine. Then, he maps an invisible scar that mirrors the one that he pictures is on her front side. He can't see in this dark room. All he can do is feel. His hand lays itself on her soft skin. Tifa stirs and he almost pulls away when she turns her head to the other side, sighing out a soft breath that innocently stirs his loins.

He observes her for a few seconds, finding himself under temptation again. However, his curious mind overcomes joining her in her deep slumber. Besides, there's time for that later. So, he lays his palm flat on her backside, as if touching her in this way can unlock something in him.

Cloud doesn't know why, but somehow, he feels like it is not the first time his hands are able to hold her in this way, and he doesn't mean in the way they pulled at each others' bodies last night. Not in the way his mind took him to the promised land as he pounded deep into her.

No.

He pictures carrying her in his arms, blood dripping from her chest, like a sword had slashed through it. The young SOLDIER abruptly withdraws his hand. The images he painted in his brain scare him. How could he see Tifa in that light? She is alive and right in front of him. Warm and soft. Strong and optimistic. Beautiful and bright. And Alive. Tifa Lockhart is alive.

He swears that she had almost died once upon a time. Swears that he had failed her in some way, even when she has never told him anything of the sort. Just the fact that they came from the same hometown. Suddenly, his head hurts too much.

"...just like you promised."

A promise?

"You're late."

What promise?

"You came."

"What's wrong?"

Her scarlet eyes bore into his blue ones. Every now and then, he questions their authenticity. Not hers but his. He wonders if his eyes are really the same color as the sky or were they perhaps a darker shade; anything, just as long as they're blue and not the piercing sea green orbs he sees when he closes them. Not those snake-like slits staring back, silently judging him and taking hold of all his weaknesses.

"Cloud?"

"It's nothing."

She turns over and presses the sheet closer to her body. He stares at her ample bosom, yet again contemplating if there is indeed a scar in between her two breasts. He had sucked eagerly on one just hours before, the bruises he must have left on her body would be seeping into her skin by now.

Her soft hand finds itself to his cheek and Cloud blinks, the blurry line of bright red across her chest disappears and he can only see Tifa's face as the clouds part to light his room with the rays of the Planet's moon.

"It doesn't seem like it's nothing."

Cloud stares at her intently, asking himself if she is who she says she is. He knows Tifa. It is the one thing he is certain about since arriving at Midgar. They were friends years before. But it still seems like there is a missing piece to their story.

"Don't worry about it."

Settling back into his confident exterior is easy and it comes naturally that he doesn't miss a beat when he pulls Tifa to meet her lips with his. He had wondered for so long what it would be like to be with her. To be in her. He doesn't even know if he's had sex with anyone else before, granted that he can't remember any other woman's face. Except hers for some reason.

It doesn't take much to ready her for him.

And it takes little to have him hard for her.

Cloud enters her moist crevice again and allows his worries to fade away. Drown those thoughts out with the sounds of her moans. Listen to nothing else but the music of their bodies coming together again.

And again.

And again.

Tonight is the first time they fuck.

But he doesn't think it will be the last..

________________________

"Did you sleep well last night Cloud?"

"Next to you? Who wouldn't? "

'Pfft, seriously? You think that sounds cool? I think you're better than that Cloud.'

.

Once in a while, he feels like there is someone who controls his every action. Like his thoughts are not his own. As if there is an invisible person watching over him and talking to him like it's a distant dream. But he's Cloud right? He's an ex-SOLDIER, First Class, recruited by the group AVALANCHE to take down the Shinra Corporation.

He honestly doesn't care about what these people are doing to the planet. He's contemplated about leaving too. But then, where else would he go? Besides, the money is good.

He thinks that perhaps this is the purpose of his life; to fight and fight and fight. Wasn't there more though? But he's good at killing monsters, and he's excellent at accomplishing missions. What else is there?

"Listen Cloud, I'm asking you. Please join us."

"So! You're really leaving?! You're just going to walk right out ignoring your childhood friend?!"

So he stays.

________________________

He's afraid to light the fuse again; to start the fire once more.

But when her heart opens like this, he thinks he's ready to fall for her.

.

Her legs wrapped around his hips has always been a kink he had ever since they've reunited. With her thigh-high socks and her short skirt. Tifa pulls him closer as he keeps up the momentum of their mating. It is a sinful act, one that shouldn't occupy too much of his mind considering that their bombing mission tomorrow is the most dangerous one yet.

But she feels soft,

and she feels amazing,

and she wants him too.

Hard for him to believe but fuck he's been wanting her even more since that first night. She takes him in with such care and consideration that he can't help but indulge himself in her sweet taste.

It's an affirmation for himself, granted that so many of the patrons in the bar have obviously lusted after this woman. Not that it is all he wants from her. There is something about their friendship that gives him some semblance of comfort. She has that quality about her that tells him that she's reliable, and he can count on her during their adventures. Damn she was sexy though. He would be lying if he said that being inside her like this does not make his pride swell. And it does, along with a certain part of him.

The very thought sparks another level of desire within the blonde and he increases his pace to bring her closer to the brink of ecstasy.

"Cloud."

Her hometown smile and that look in her eye, reassure him that everything will be alright. ________________________ "You can't die now Cloud! Please! There's so much more I need to tell you!"

What did she mean by that?

Those are his last thoughts as he falls.

When he opens his eyes, he sees green orbs.

But they are kinder.

And beautiful. ________________________

Aerith reminds him of a kind sister. But the way she playfully tells him that she'll reward him with a date teases his emotions and briefly gives him the desire for something more.

It is easy being with her. As if nothing else matters. Like he can be himself without having to look towards his past that is still too foggy.

But the sight of Tifa in that blue dress, entering the well known red-light district, makes his blood boil. And he doesn't hesitate in following her in.

.

"Cloud, not here."

He should be disgusted with himself but he can't help it. It will only take a few minutes. What's wrong with two adults fucking anyway? It's not like they won't make it in time.

"Tifa."

Maybe it was the way her dress clung to her figure, or maybe it was the fact that someone can walk in on them at any moment that turns him on. But he swears that he can't wait for much longer. He wanted to cut off Don Corneo's dick so bad. His lecherous eyes didn't deserve to run themselves over the two innocent women's body. Or any woman for that matter.

And Tifa.

Tifa is his.

So he shuts the bathroom stall behind him and he clamps a hand over her mouth when she gasps too loudly. Unzipped pants gather around his legs while Tifa's panties bunch up on the bathroom's floor where he had tossed it aside as he finally sunk into her.

It doesn't take him long to get into a rhythm that is both harsh and hard. She takes it all in stride, as if the mere idea of him losing control stirs her insides and allows heat to pool in her belly.

His grip on her thighs tightens and it doesn't take much before he's losing the tempo he had set seconds ago.

In and out.

In and out.

That's all he does until he empties into her, chest heaving with bated breath. Heart pumping loudly until he can hear it pulse in his torso.

She wraps her arms around his neck to pull him closer. ________________________

"Sephiroth's strength is unreal. He is far stronger in reality than any story you might have heard about him."

.

Why?

Why is he still alive?

Didn't he kill him?

There's blood everywhere.

Everywhere.

But it doesn't scare him.

What scares him is that Sephiroth is here.

And he has to get Tifa, Aerith and Barrett away.

The Shinra building shakes and it takes minutes before he's slashing through monsters again.

But the real monster.

The one he has to face is gone. ________________________

When he tells his story, he has an out of body experience.

As if he's not moving his lips on his own.

As if he knows his accounts are not the truth.

But he keeps telling it anyway.

Because this is his current truth.

And he tries to convince himself that Tifa's troubled eyes don't bother him at all.

'You said that you'd never forget. Hey, are you doing okay?'

"Alright everyone, let's mosey."

.

"Oh Cloud! Your hair looks like a Chocobo!"

The rest of the party laughs. Aerith hooks her arm around Tifa's and whispers something into the other brunette's ear. They both giggle to themselves.

Cloud tosses some hay into the stable. Trying to ignore his friends' teasing.

'Wark!'

The enormous bird leans in to him, affectionately resting its feathered head on his hand.

'Such beautiful creatures.' He thinks.

The very thought of racing with them has him excited. And he pays the farmer a substantial amount of gil so he can take this particular chocobo to Golden Saucer.

.

.

.

He doesn't regret the purchase, especially when Tifa volunteers to do the race one night and he is rewarded with the sexy sight of her climbing onto the bird. ________________________

"Oh, and you are...? It can't be! You're that ex-SOLDIER, childhood friend, and sexy playboy! A, and... a murderer!"

.

It irks him when Johnny says it with no hesitation. Almost as though everything the other man says holds some truth to it. And since when has he been regarded as a sexy playboy? When there was no one else but Tifa Lockhart. That is, as far as he can remember.

Images flash through his brain again but he doesn't spare it a second thought.

Still so confused.

Yet still so determined.

Tifa's blush later on catches his attention and he can't for the life of him stop himself, especially when the red-head tells his girl to be happy. He claims her lips behind the closed doors of the cabanas in Costa Del Sol.

He can make her happy.

He can.

Can't he? ________________________

They go around the world.

Always in search of Sephiroth.

But the longer he evades them,

The more anxious Cloud becomes

Because he carries this burden on his shoulders.

And it is his fault for not finishing him off in the first place.

.

She takes him in her mouth. Cherry lips moving up and down. Cloud threads his fingers through her long brown hair, nails digging deep into her scalp when she tilts her tongue in just the right way. His eyes focus only on the stars above as he leans his back on the surface of the smooth rock.

They are meters away from the rest. The thought of getting caught yet again makes him twitch as he involuntarily pumps his hips into her. She engulfs him in more and the sight of her carmine eyes staring up at him becomes his undoing.

He comes, whole body quivering as the mind-blowing pleasure has become too much. But she puts a hand to her mouth and wipes out the remaining sticky moisture while simultaneously swallowing. Then, she gets up to press a kiss to his lips, making him get a taste of his own essence.

The buggy should be repaired by now but with the way the desert land has stirred something in his childhood friend, Cloud doesn't mind staying in Cosmo Canyon a little while longer.

________________________

Nibelheim isn't the Nibelheim he remembers.

None of those empty faces mean a thing to him.

Because all he remembers are flames consuming his hometown,

Fire lighting up the sky, and the cries of the people he once knew.

Tifa seems even more bothered by it than he is.

What exactly happened here?

He thinks that the answer is beyond the plains of Mt Nibel.

That the truth is buried deep within it.

Sephiroth tells him that he is part of the reunion.

And the very thought makes him sick.

The very thought makes his mind crack.

.

.

.

"For the both of us... you're gonna... live. You'll be... my living legacy."

.

"My honor, my dreams... they're yours now."

.

He's between her legs now, the Highwind's shaking adds to the pleasure he is invoking within her. He laps his tongue against that sweet pink pebble and has her puty in his hands. She spreads her legs wider, and she arches her back higher. Then she gasps out, voice held in because the rooms in the airship are thinner than any hotel they've stayed in.

He pulls her thighs to the edge of his bed and fucks her with abandon. At least within her he knows exactly who he is. At least he knows who he is to her. Not the puppet he is beginning to feel like. Not the First Class SOLDIER with too many expectations placed on him.

Just a man.

Just a man who is fucking Tifa Lockhart. ________________________

"Cloud, I want to know you. The real you."

.

Sometimes, Aerith's presence breaks down the walls he's built around himself. On board the gondola, under the lights of the amusement park, she looks stunning. He wonders if these emotions are really his, or if they come from another person. But, like he's been saying to himself, it is his current truth. He really does care for her. He admires her for seeing the world with so much love and kindness despite every wrong that she's been dealt with. Despite being the Last Cetra, she keeps hope alive in her.

Unlike him.

Her bright smiles and her sweet scent play at his senses. And she herself teases him with a fairy tale that feels too enchanting to be real. Yet, when he starts to feel like they can potentially become more than friends, something within him makes him feel guilty. Because not only does it feel like a betrayal towards Tifa, it also feels like disloyalty to someone else.

But who?

It's merely potential.

Just potential.

He reaffirms this later on when the first thing he does when he returns to the hotel is knock on Tifa's door. The hurt in her eyes is almost indistinguishable but it is still there. So he spends the rest of the night telling her with his body that he's hers.

And he apologizes in his head, for almost straying. ________________________

Kiss me once.

Kiss me twice.

Kiss me three times.

Cross the line.

.

He takes her on her knees. Their bodies are concealed behind the trees. He enters her with such precision and such need. They've fucked too many times to count now. But he wants to mark her as his more, wants to etch himself deep within her more. Wants her more.

More.

He is aggressive and unyielding, hands coming up to cup her breasts to press her to him.

More.

He loses himself in the wetness, the sounds of his front slapping against her pretty ass, the pleasure. He tilts her head to plunge his tongue deep into hers; hips going faster when she moans out. Her fingers press onto the grass, nails digging into the soil. And he knows. He knows that she will only ever scream for him.

Only him.

No one else.

Not Johnny.

Not that bald Turk.

No one else but him.

"Cloud!"

________________________ He feels enormous shame.

Because he has failed everyone again.

And he blames himself for handing off the Black Materia.

For allowing Sephiroth to prove that he is indeed a puppet.

He almost attacked her.

He almost attacked Aerith.

He really is scum.

.

She runs among the trees in the Sleeping Forest deep in the depths of the Forgotten Capital.

She hides like she's playing with him again, teasing him as she always does.

But this time, he can't catch up to her.

She's disappearing to a far away place.

A land he can't reach.

.

.

.

"...Shut up."

"The cycle of nature and your stupid plan don't mean a thing."

"Aerith is gone."

"Aerith will no longer talk, no longer laugh, cry...or get angry... "

"What about us...what are WE supposed to do? What is this pain? My fingers are tingling. My mouth is dry. My eyes are burning!"

.

.

.

They fail to stop him.

And just like that, every good in the world is gone.

.

.

.

She smiled til the end. ________________________

No.

No.

Everything he's believed in.

Every memory he has.

Everything shatters.

And all he can do is apologize to everyone.

Apologize to Tifa for being a fake persona.

All he can do is clutch his head.

All he can do is scream.

His mind reeling.

An experiment.

A fabricated past.

Their memories.

It's not his.

Everything belongs to someone else.

.

.

.

The last thing he remembers is the crater shaking violently,

And his body falling.

Falling.

Falling.

Into the Lifestream.

And then,

Total darkness.

.

Her voice calls out to him in the deep recesses of his mind.

She appears before him like a dream.

And she goes through this journey with him, slowly piecing the puzzle together.

She lets him recall bits of it himself as if she's also unsure, asking him of his motives, his dreams, his life's meaning.

"Who? You. That's who."

And she stays by his side.

He is real.

She makes him feel like he is real.

She tells him that he is real.

She makes him real.

And they leave this place with hands and hearts intertwined.

Closer than they've ever been before.

"So, we meet again." ________________________

"Cloud, do you think the stars can hear us? Do you think they see how hard we are fighting for them?"

.

"Words aren't the only way to tell people what you're thinking."

.

He's free falling in.

All in her.

Because he knows who he is now.

Knows that he's Cloud.

She straddles him with a shyness in her eyes that he's never seen before. As if this is their first time. And it feels like it is. He feels like he has taken off the mask and now she can see him clearly. No walls. No shields to block his true form. He supposes that it is the same for her.

He sees the scar for the first time.

It's a sight that pains him but gives him comfort all the same.

Because it is proof that they're both real.

Tifa's cheeks are adorned with rose colored hues when she takes him inside her.

Fuck.

Longer.

A little longer.

Can they stay like this a little longer?

"I wanted to hold your hand."

She gasps out as he's fully sheathed within her.

"That night we made our promise underneath the stars. I wanted to hold your hand Cloud."

She pulls him in closer.

"I wanted to hold your hand and never let go."

His upward thrusts are gentle. Easing into her carefully, like she'd break along with him if he got rough like the way he always did. So he grants her wish and laces their fingers together. He holds her hands.

It is a connection so simple yet so intimate.

He tightens his grip when a wave of euphoria washes over him. But no, he doesn't want it to be over too soon. So he stops their movements. And he embraces her.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

He murmurs into her chest.

"I wrote those words into paper, but I couldn't send it. I didn't know where."

Her soft voice, albeit hesitant touches his heart. And it beats harder than ever, to the cadence of the waltz they were in just moments ago. But he holds in his desire.

Just so he can hear her breathing.

Because she's alive.

And he's alive.

He can't stop himself long enough before he's turning her on her back. Knees harrowing into the grass as he moves again. They're below the Highwind, spending the night with one another because it could very well be their last. He finds her amidst the chaos of Meteor's eventual arrival. And he sees her. Really sees her.

"Cloud."

"I'm here."

He thinks that she was made to be his.

That everything they've been through since that night on the water tower led them to this very moment.

Their very own reunion.

"This is probably the last time we can be together."

He picks up the pace and embeds himself deep into her soul, the same way she has crawled deep into his. And there are no words needed then.

None.

Not with the way their bodies cry out in absolute ecstasy.

Not when she's lying beneath him, flushed and panting.

Not when he swells inside her and pours out all his feelings.

.

.

.

They may die tomorrow.

They may die.

But tonight.

With just the two of them.

On a night that reminded him of their shared promise.

With the vastness of the sky...

...and the billions of stars above them,

Tifa beckons him home, with her lovely smile and her heart full of acceptance.

A ghost of a smile makes its way to his lips as he holds her.

They may die.

If they do.

He'll keep her close.

He won't let her go.

If they die...

It won't matter.

Because tonight.

.

.

.

The world is theirs.

.

.

.

fin

________________________ Author's Note: Did anyone ask for some smut? Not really, but oh well. :D This is a compliment to my other fic "A Long Way from Nibelheim."

Some scenes are inspired by the following songs:

"Timebomb" by Walk the Moon

"Hometown Smile" by Bahjat Etorjman

"Falling All In" by Shawn Mendes

"Don't Think Twice" by Utada Hikaru

and of course by the quotes throughout the game.

Some of the lines were ones I wrote in my Cloti content on my Tumblr: theclosetpoet7 :D

R & R!

Heaven

Title: Heaven 

Pairing: Jensen x Reader

Word Count: 3,228

Warnings:  body issues, cussing

Summary: You were Jensen’s date to the 13th season premiere and are second guessing him finding you attractive anymore after seeing all of the perfect models on the red carpet. Just like he always saves the day, Jensen found a way to show you just how beautiful you truly are.

Request by @samanddeanmyheroes:  The first song is by Kane Brown, called heaven. I would love to read something very fluffy, maybe Jensen or Jared x reader, but I'll leave that up to you. Maybe something like the reader is having self esteem issues, or is being bullied (or something along those lines) and everything from the song is Jensen or Jared trying to help cheer her up. (Like she thinks she's not worthy of him, and he says that nothing is better than her). Sorry if I'm being picky.

A/N: I really loved writing this one, and if you guys have a request, please send them in :)

“Should I go with the black one, or the red one?” Jensen asked you as he poked his head around the hotel closet’s door frame holding two ties. One a deep black matte and one a beautiful rich, satin red.

“Either one would work, but the red one matches my dress perfectly,” you said, as his beautiful features disappeared once again. You met Jensen when you were hired as a personal assistant to help the actors on the set of Supernatural, which just so happened to include Jensen. You had about 7 months of dating under your belt and tonight was the 13th season premiere. You had to dress super fancy and walk down the red carpet with him, which to put it mildly, gave you a shit ton of anxiety.

You were going to be walking down that paparazzi line where pictures would be taken and distributed for millions to see. Not to mention the fact that A-list celebrities and models were going to be there. What a better way to feel inferior? But on a serious note, what would Jensen think about you after this? Sure, you guys were dating, but he’s going to be around a lot of abso-fucking-lutely stunning women with perfect proportions, big butts, and big boobs; the whole nine yards. After seeing all of that, there is no way he is going to want to still be with you, or for that matter, even look at you with lust in his eyes. He would finally realize that he could be with someone that could offer so much more to him instead of having you tag along like the ugly step sister no one wants.

After all, you weren’t some famous super model, actress, or some Victoria Secret Angel. You were some nobody from the middle of nowhere. You had no right to walk along the red carpet, much less date someone the red carpeted event was solely for in the first place.

With all those thoughts and insecurities running through your mind, you were starting to question whether or not you should go or just stay at the hotel. Jensen could just walk in with Jared, Gen, Misha, and Vicki. You could just fake it and act like you were sick. It’s not like anyone would miss you not being there.

“Y/N? Are you okay?” You looked towards the closet from where you were sitting on the end of your shared bed.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Why?” You inquired. Trying to act cool, as if Jensen hadn’t just startled the living shit out of you.

“I called your name like five times before you answered,” Jensen said as he paused and looked deep into your eyes. When you didn’t answer (because I mean what do you say? Oh, I’m sorry I was just sittin’ here thinking about all the hot ass women that you’d rather be with than me. No, that didn’t quite fit) 

“Whats on your mind?” He asked as he moved into the bathroom, you trailing along behind him.

You studied his face in the mirror as he trimmed his beard (he was only able to grow it out while he was on hiatus from filming and you thought he looked so sexy with it.) “I’m just nervous is all,” you said with a sigh, trying to play it off, hiding your inner thoughts from him.

He turned to look at you, his hands resting on your shoulders comfortably. “It will all be fine, I promise. All we really have to do is walk down the carpet, after that we could leave if you want? It’s not like I wasn’t there filming it, I know what’s going to happen.” He looked at you with such concern in his eyes and it was honestly so touching, but when you thought about him looking into someone else’s eyes, or should you say some sexy model from the red carpet’s eyes, you felt like you could throw up.

“I’ll be okay, I guess,” You lied with a closed lip smile that only went halfway up to your eyes. “I better go get dressed now.” You stated as you started walking out of the bathroom. You had done your hair and makeup earlier with Gen and her stylist and now all you had to do was put on your dress, shoes, and jewelry. You walked into the expansive closet and quickly spotted the beautiful dress. It really was a gorgeous dress, you just had your doubts about how gorgeous it would look on you. It was a deep crimson color and had a sparkly bodice. The bottom hem fell to the ground, but it had a slit in it to allow a slight peek of your legs through the material.

You carefully took off the t-shirt and cotton shorts you wear wearing and unzipped the dress. You slid into it and made sure you didn’t mess up your hair in the process. The itchy material added to your feeling of unease as you stepped out of the closest into the open part of the hotel room. Jensen was sitting on the bed, hunched over tying his black dress shoes. 

“Will you zip my dress up for me please?” You asked standing in front of him. He looked up and when he saw you his lips formed a perfect ‘O’ and he let out a low wolf whistle. “Hot damnnnnn! I have a beautiful girlfriend,” Jensen said loud enough for the whole hall to hear, a shade of red similar to the color of your dress settling itself onto your cheeks. “I don’t look that good,” you said, trying to counter his statement. He circled around you and you felt his fingers bush over your exposed neck and shoulder as he swept your hair to one side. You felt his hot breath flutter over your neck and collarbone as he whispered in your ear sending shivers up your spine. “Oh, but you do. Don’t make me show you tonight,” Jensen whispered, you didn't have to look at him to know that a devilish grin was playing on his face. “I’m just worried that I won’t look as good as some of those other girls on the red carpet. It’s LA for goodness sake, everyone here is a goddess in comparison to me,” you expressed to Jensen as you felt his warm hands zipping your dress up. He walked around to look you in the eyes, and he cupped both of your cheeks into his soft hands. “You have absolutely nothing to worry about. To me, you’re the most beautiful girl that has ever walked God’s green earth. I couldn’t give two fucks about any other girl unless their name is Y/N Y/L/N and look like you.” Your cheeks turned as red as a tomato as he tilted his head and leaned in, pressing his lips to yours with a passionate firmness that made your heart flutter with lust and love. You both had decided in the days beforehand that Jensen was going to drive you and himself to the premier. You could have had Clif drive you both, but you felt more comfortable in your own car, plus you could leave when you wanted to and didn’t have to wait on Jared and Gen to be ready to leave, so that was a plus.

Once you had put on your jewelry and grabbed your clutch and your cell phone, you and Jensen headed out of the hotel door.

You felt Jensen's reassuring hand on the small of your back as you walked down the hall, studying the plush red velvet carpet beneath your feet. It was an extremely nice hotel, so nice that if it wasn’t for Jensen’s paycheck you probably would have never gotten the chance to stay here. Jensen’s words had only given you a little bit of reassurance. You were still extremely worried, and you just couldn’t help but think that you were going to look horrible and the whole world was going to see it. You didn’t have the perfect waist line, huge boobs, or impossibly long lean legs. You were the exact opposite. You weren’t nearly as skinny as some of the girls you had seen. 

All too soon you had made it to the lobby and out of the glass double doors with golden gilded handles and ornate knobs (seriously you couldn’t believe how utterly fancy this place was). Jensen asked the valet for his car as you spaced out, thoughts compiling in your head at the speed of light. 

You saw the sleek black car pull around the covered circle of the front of the hotel, silently thanking Jensen for having such good, clean taste in cars. He wasn’t one of those celebrities who liked to flex and have over the top attention grabbing cars, neither was Jared or Misha for that matter. You were glad you had people in your life that helped you stay grounded and humble. 

Jensen being the gentleman he was removed his hand from the small of your back to open your door for you, immediately missing the warmth and reassurance of touching Jensen, you got into the passenger seat of his car.

He got into the driver seat and took off after putting on his seat-belt. The event was only 13 minutes away, so it wasn’t a very long drive. It was silent the whole way, but it was the comfortable kind. Little did Jensen know, but you had butterflies doing somersaults in your stomach and you literally felt like you were 30 seconds from a panic attack, but you were hiding it well, thank God.

All too soon you saw the valet section where celebrities attending the event enter the red carpet. You literally felt like you were going to have a heart attack, your heart was beating so fast in your chest you thought it would explode any second. You saw the intense flashes already pointed towards Jensen’s car, the paparazzi eager to catch of glimpse of Jensen’s date. They were going to be very underwhelmed after they saw you.

Jensen turned to look at you, and he didn’t look like he was in a hurry to get out. We were the first to show up after all. 

“Are you ready to do this?” Jensen asked concern laced in his rich, deep voice. 

You swallowed nervously and shook your head ‘no’ so slightly that it was almost not perceivable. But Jensen noticed alright.

“Honey, what’s wrong?” He asked as his hands reached for yours.

“I just don’t want the whole world to hate me. You know yourself just how mean people can be when you live in the limelight. What if all those paparazzi for all those high end magazines think you should be with someone of a higher social status than me. I’m just a regular person, I’m not some esteemed model or well known actress.” You let all your emotions out in a vomit of words. You were just too anxious to try and hold them all in any longer.

Jensen looked like he was deep in thought before turning to look you in the eyes. 

“Y/A, you are the most absolutely stunning woman I have ever seen. I could care less what magazines or the public thinks. My opinion is what matters when it comes to who I date and I think you’re more amazing than the worlds most famous actress or model. I’ll make you a deal, you and your beautiful self walk into the premiere with your head held high like the confident woman you deserve to be and then we can sneak out and leave. If my words won’t work, I guess I’ll just have to show you.”

You had to be honest with yourself, hearing that from Jensen was a major confidence booster. So what if you weren’t like them, but Jensen wanted you, not them and that’s what mattered. You weren’t 100% confident and you were still nervous, but his little speech definitely helped to take the edge off of your worries. You also loved the idea of ditching the premiere and spending the night just you and him.

“Deal, but only if we can get cheeseburgers afterwards,” you said with a smirk.

“Now that’s my girl,” Jensen said smiling proudly as if he had won an award. “Let’s go tackle this paparazzi and we’re out of here my love.”

You nodded to him as you gathered all the strength you could muster as you watched Jensen round the front of the car over to open your door. The cameras were already going off and the amount of light they produced was almost blinding even from inside the car.

Jensen opened the door and it was truly now or never. You plastered on your biggest smile and tried to consciously hold your head a little higher than normal.

You slowly made your way down the line. You glanced over to Jensen and the next thing you knew, his lips were on your cheek. The entire paparazzi sounded in a mix of “awes” and it seemed as if 30 new cameras had magically appeared. You were blushing so hard you could only assume your face was as red as your dress.

Before you knew it you were out of the line, maybe it actually wasn’t as bad as you had originally thought. Jensen grabbed your hand and turned you to face him.

“You did so amazing, are you ready to get out of here?”

“I’ve never been more ready in my entire life,” you said with a laugh, eliciting one from Jensen as well as he led you around the back way towards the car. You once again silently thanked Jensen for not having a taste in flashy cars, his car allowed you both to slip out without anyone really noticing. 

You were finally back on the road, the windows were down and the radio was on. The warm night air mixed with Jensen glancing over at you ever 30 seconds with a goofy grin on his face was just what you needed. You saw some clouds start forming and as you guys kept driving rain started, and it was pouring hard. You burst into hysterical laughter as you started getting wet, frantically trying to roll up with windows and laughing as Jensen pulled over to the side of the road trying to close the sun roof.

By the time everything was closed you were both soaking wet and the rain was coming down so hard that you could barely see three feet in front of you. You were going to be there for a while.

“I guess worse things could have happened,”Jensen said with a laugh, “besides I love getting stuck in the car with you my love.”

You looked into his green eyes that seemed to sparkle in the moonlight as he continued.

“Remember what I had wanted to show you earlier?” he asked.

You shook your head as he pulled out his phone, connecting it to the aux cord hooked into the cars radio.

“Well, I have a song I wanted to show you because it perfectly describes my feelings for you Y/N.”

You didn’t have a chance to say anything as you heard a melody start.

This is perfect Come kiss me one more time I couldn't dream this up Even if I tried You and me in this moment Feels like magic only I'm right where I wanna be

As you heard the lyrics you started tearing up, it was so true and coupled with Jensen’s kind and earnest expression you couldn’t help but get emotional.

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

You loved this man more than words could even describe. You moved yourself over until he was holding you in his arms. He was mouthing the words to the songs as he stared into your eyes. You had no choice, but to believe the words spilling out of the speakers. He was so genuine with it, you felt his emotions behind each word.

I swear you're an angel Sent to this world What did I do right to deserve you, girl? I could stay here forever I'd be fine if we never had to even leave this room

Everybody's talking about heaven like they just can't wait to go Saying how it's gonna be so good, so beautiful Lying next to you, in this bed with you, I ain't convinced 'Cause, I don't know how, I don't know how heaven, heaven Could be better than this

I swear, this is perfect Come kiss me one more time

As the song finished Jensen leaned in and kissed you so passionately before he spoke. 

“If there was one thing I’d want you to remember it would be that song. You’re so perfect to me. You’re literally all I have ever wanted so it hurts me to see you think so little of yourself. You’re my entire world and I’m going to make it my personal goal that you never forget how much I love you. Some days I sit back and think just what I did to deserve you. I have absolutely no idea what you saw in me, but I am so grateful you chose me to be your boyfriend. I love you Y/N.”

The tears that had been welling in your eyes were falling.

“I love you too Jensen,” you said through your tears as he pulled you in and held you tight in his arms, almost as a reminder that he will always be there for you no matter what.

“How about we go eat some cheeseburgers now? You definitely look like you could use right about now,” Jensen said with a laugh. 

“Sure, I’d love to get cheeseburgers soaking wet at 10 at night,” you replied laughing just as much as he was. 

Maybe you didn’t have to be perfect after all, maybe you just had to be yourself all along.

Taglist: @clarewinchester @samanddeanmyheroes @heyitscam99 @mrswhozeewhatsis 

O.W.L.S. Season | Namjin

Prompt: Basically this was an excuse for me to mix to of my favorite things: BTS and Harry Potter... and lots of cute boys being boyfriends. Namjoon is a Ravenclaw and Jin is a Slytherin and sexy shit goes down.

Warnings: T+

Word Count: 3.9k

A/N: Please let me know if you liked it and if you want a sequel!

Namjoon would be damned if a Slytherin was to beat him in the O.W.L.S.

He was in his second to last year at Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry and had managed to remain at the top of the scoreboard for the past six years. He was known for being at the top of the class in every class. He was a Ravenclaw, after all. However, all of that stability had changed when a student transferred from Beauxbaton’s.

Kim Seokjin. A tall, handsome, and powerful wizard who had joined the ranks of the Slytherins earlier that year. Not only was he beautiful and cunning, like most Slytherins were, but he was incredibly intelligent as well. Namjoon’s jaw had dropped when Professor Snape had rewarded the house of Slytherin 50 points after Seokjin had scored the highest on the midterm exam. Namjoon was sure that his jaw had been stuck to the floor. Never before had anyone ever even come close to touching Namjoon’s grades, and he admitted that this was a bit of a power trip. It was his defining feature and it was being threatened.

“It happened again,” Namjoon huffed, dropping his textbooks on the table and flopping into his seat. Taehyung looked up at him inquisitively with his cheeks full of chicken.

“What happened again?” He asked while food bits flew from his mouth. Namjoon wiped away the spit that had attached itself to his face and began to help himself to the decadent food that filled the middle of the long table. He was stress eating, plain and simple.

“Seokjin got a one-hundred on the O.W.L.S pre-exam. I swear I’ve never seen him step foot in the library. I was there for nine hours on Saturday and I only scored a ninety-six,” Namjoon kept piling his plate high. He looked past the students sitting across from him and over to the Slytherin table. Seokjin as well as other Slytherins like Park Jimin and Min Yoongi were all laughing loudly and shoving each other happily. Seokjin felt eyes on him and his smile dimmed to a smirk as his gazed rested on Namjoon’s. Namjoon felt a chill run down his spine as Jin didn’t break the stare for a good minute. Only when Taehyung snapped his fingers in front of Namjoon’s face did he return to the Ravenclaw table.

“I say, maybe he’s cheating,” Taehyung stated.

“Highly unlikely,” Namjoon muttered, turning to his food. He was just going to have to up his hours in the library. If that was what it would take to beat the notorious Kim Seokjin, then so be it. “I heard he was this good at Beauxbaton’s too. Some sort of child prodigy or something…”

“Well, no matter what happens,” Taehyung ripped another huge chunk of the chicken off of the bone, “You’re still the best to me,” he smiled with his cheeks full once again and grease running down his chin.

“Thanks… Tae…” Namjoon suddenly didn’t feel very hungry at all.

For the next two weeks, Namjoon spent the majority of his time in the library. He hardly slept and only appeared in the dining hall to hastily grab food and then return to his little corner in the back of the library where it was the quietest. No one ever saw him except through blurry eyes when he would return to the dorms at three in the morning.

One afternoon, when Namjoon’s nose was deep in an Advanced Potions textbook, he suddenly felt a looming presence over him. He chose to ignore it until it didn’t leave after a few moments. Namjoon rolled his eyes and opened his mouth to complain but when he saw who was standing in front of him, the words died on his lips.

Casting shade upon him and standing with his arms crossed and a smirk on his face was none other than Kim Seokjin.

“Studying hard?” he quipped.

“Piss off,” Namjoon cut him off. Not seeming to react at all to the rude statement, Seokjin was able to keep the cool air about him. Namjoon couldn’t help but feel intimidated by the other boy. His bright bleached hair shimmered in the library light and Namjoon gulped. He regained his confidence and spoke again. “Some of us have important studying to do, so if you would please-”

Seokjin didn’t look very interested in leaving and remained standing there. There was a glimmer in his eye, something that Namjoon couldn't quite make out, but it made his palms sweat. He sighed deeply and began to gather his things. If Seokjin wouldn’t leave, then he would just find a new spot because he sure as hell wouldn’t be stuck around Jin. He stood up from the cozy chair and moved forward to shove his way past the other annoying boy.

Just as he was about to get away, he felt a tug on the sleeve of his robes. A pair of soft lips made their way just centimeters away from Namjoon’s ear. His cheeks and neck became hot and he was sure he was blushing deep crimson.

“Good luck,” the lips brushed the shell of his ear with every word.

With that, Namjoon stumbled away, his heart beating fast and his mind racing.

For the next few weeks, Namjoon could not get the encounter out of his head. It made studying and concentrating frustratingly difficult, and he would often slam his books shut to go relieve himself in the bathroom late at night where no one could hear him. He wasn’t sure why the other boy had such an intense effect on him so suddenly. Namjoon simply could not get Kim Seokjin out of his head. He hated Seokjin. Loathed him.

Right?

Namjoon splashed cold water on his face and looked in the mirror. He looked an absolute wreck with five o’clock shadow and dark purple rings settling under his eyes. If the O.W.L.S. didn’t kill Namjoon, then surely Kim Seokjin would. Then as Namjoon stared into his eyes, something occurred to him.

“A spell. He must have put a spell on me. That is the only thing that is logical.”

It was late at night when Namjoon pounded on the door of the Slytherin common room. There were sounds of annoyance from inside, but Namjoon did not relent in his knocking. He was going to figure this out once and for all.

Eventually, someone did come to the door. It was a perplexed and sleepy looking prefect who opened it, and upon seeing the Ravenclaw robes tilted his head in confusion.

“Can… I help you?”

“I need to speak to Kim Seokjin,” Namjoon was not going to leave until he got this sorted out. There was no way he was going to pass these exams, let alone excel, if Seokjin didn’t lift this damn curse off of him.

“Uh… okay, let me go get him,” he rolled his eyes and turned to walk back into the common room.

Namjoon tapped his foot in impatience for minutes, his eyes flitting back to the door every now and then. When the door actually creaked open he jumped but caught his composure.

“You rang?” A voice wracked with sleep, deep and husky, made Namjoon look over to the culprit. Namjoon’s breath caught in his throat at the bed-headed boy who stood across from him. He looked sleepy, and soft, and Namjoon would be lying if he said the word adorable didn’t come to mind. The admiration turned to anger as Namjoon realized what he was thinking. He surged forward, his fist wrapping around the soft flannel fabric of Seokjin’s pajama top. With his teeth bared and brow furrowed, he was incredibly close to Seokjin. Not even in this moment did Seokjin’s cool gaze falter.

“Miss me too much? My, you are handsy,” he quipped.

“Take this goddamn hex off me,” Namjoon barked. His fist tightened in Seokjin’s top and he pushed him further into the concrete walls. Something flickered in Seokjin’s eyes, maybe confusion, but it was gone too quickly for Namjoon to really peg it down.

“Hex? I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“You- you put some sort of spell on me to sabotage me! I haven't been able to focus in weeks,” Namjoon consciously decided to leave out the detail that Namjoon couldn’t focus on anything because his thoughts were consumed with Seokjin.

“I’m not sure what that has to do with me. Could you please get off of me now? You’re wrinkling my pajamas,” he said with a smug grin. Namjoon was under the impression that Seokjin could push him off if he really so pleased, he could see the thick biceps under the fabric, but Seokjin seemed to be playing nice for the moment. He stepped back and tried to control his breathing. His fingers went to his brow, trying to soothe the wrinkles there.

“You- you think I’m a threat because we’re both the smartest students here, so you hexed me, so I can’t focus!” Namjoon couldn’t control his voice at this point.

“Threat? You’re hardly a threat to me, Joonie. Oh, and call me Jin,” Jin was back inside the common room before Namjoon could retaliate. He banged on the door a few more times but no one came to answer. Namjoon knew it couldn’t simply be his own feelings getting in the way. He was going to the nurse to prove this once and for all. Seokjin would be expelled and he would once again be at the top of the school. Yes, that was what he would do.

“Well, there isn’t anything on you that I can detect,” the nurse stepped back.

“But Madam Pomfrey, there’s no way. Something is wrong with me!” Namjoon insisted.

“Kim Namjoon, go to bed. You look exhausted. I’m sure this is the root of your problems. I am prescribing a good night’s rest! And that’s an order!” With that Madam Pomfrey ushered Namjoon out of the infirmary. Namjoon walked towards the Ravenclaw common room with his shoulders slumped dejectedly. He could visually imagine his grades dropping with how much he hadn’t studied in the past few weeks, and now he was ordered to take a nap? Yea, right. Still, his feet were so heavy they felt stuck to the floor with each step and his pillow seemed like a soft cloud within reach.

“Aw, Joonie? Something the matter?”

Namjoon almost jumped out of his skin as the voice called out. He had been so immersed in his thoughts, he hadn’t noticed the familiar bright white head of hair. Namjoon was so tired that he really did not want to deal with this.

“What do you want, Jin?” He asked and turned towards the other boy. He was half-tempted to just run. At least then he could avoid this awkward confrontation.

“Just a little friendly talk. Don’t look so scared, Joonie,” every step that Jin took forward, Namjoon stepped back. Namjoon wished that just once he could wipe that stupid smirk off of Jin’s face. He hated how it made the pit in his stomach turn over, or how it made his knees tremble. “I’m assuming the nurse was a negative, huh?” He asked. His hands rested comfortably in his pockets, and Namjoon wondered how he could be so cool and collected.

“What the hell did you do to me?” Namjoon’s voice cracked.

“Oh, I didn’t do anything, sweetie. This is all the product of your horny little mind. Can’t stop thinking about me I heard. ‘Oh, Jin!’—” Seokjin faked moans as he continued to walk closer and closer to Namjoon. Namjoon felt frozen in his spot. All he could manage ‘Shut up,’ before Jin was standing right before him. Namjoon also realized with horror that he had backed himself against the cool stone wall.

“It seems as though little Joonie has a crush, no?”

Namjoon pushed Jin off of him with all his strength and walked as quickly as he could back to the Ravenclaw dorms. His hands were shaking, and he wiped the cold sweat off of his brow. What Jin was saying had to be a lie, right? There was no way he had a crush on Slytherin Kim Seokjin. He... he hated him…

But then again, he wasn’t under a spell. His stomach always did summersaults whenever he saw the other boy. He always caught himself staring at Jin’s supple pink skin and his soft white hair. Namjoon was in trouble if he didn’t get these feelings under control. It seemed like a lot more than his grades were at jeopardy now.

He couldn’t sleep all night.

“Namjoon, this is coming from a friend. You look like shit,” Taehyung said while shoving corn flakes into his mouth. Namjoon looked at his best friend in disgust and then turned back to his bland toast. It seemed to be one of the only things he could stomach.

Books were spread across the dining hall tables in front of all the students as finals quickly approached. They had a couple weeks left before the dreaded O.W.L.S. were to take place. At this point, Namjoon was certain he would fail them.

“Do yourself a favor and shut it, Taehyung,” Namjoon spat back. He looked dully at his Potion’s textbook and flipped page to page without really reading any of the words. He had not gotten a wink of sleep the night before.

“Hey, Mr. Transfer Student is looking at you,” Taehyung nudged Namjoon’s shoulder. Namjoon snapped his head up to find that, indeed, the other boy was gazing his way. A smirk worked its way onto his plump lips before his friends reclaimed his attention. Namjoon groaned and contemplated banging his head against the table. “I heard you’ve been meeting up with him…” Taehyung trailed off.

“You what?” Namjoon said. Taehyung looked at him innocently and shrugged his shoulders. “It’s hardly that,” Namjoon chuckled, but it sounded weak and fake. “He’s been… messing with me. Setting hexes on me and… stuff. It is entirely illogical.”

“Well, love isn’t logical, Joon, so it makes sense-”

Namjoon cut Taehyung off with the slam of his textbook and the hasty gathering of his materials.

“We are not in love!” He hissed before marching out of the hall with an empty and twisted stomach.

“So, are you going to ask him out or what?” Jimin teased Jin from across the Slytherin table. Jin couldn’t help the school-girl smile that spread on his lips.

“Shut up, Jimin.”

“I’m serious. Poor bloke always looks terrified of you. I would let him in on it because as of now I think he thinks you’re going to kill him,” Jimin helped himself to more tarts from the table. Jin sighed, knowing that every word that Jimin said was true. He really hadn’t been trying to scare Namjoon, but he also had no idea how to flirt. Jin looked around to see where Namjoon was but furrowed his brows when he saw the boy’s usual seat was empty.

“I’ll be right back,” Jin said and excused himself from the table.

As Namjoon walked through the hall, he could hear the click of shoes coming up closer and closer behind him. He squeezed his eyes shut, hoping it wouldn’t be who he thought it was. A hand rested on his shoulder, spinning him around and Namjoon wanted to combust. There was Jin, with flushed cheeks after chasing Namjoon down the hall. Namjoon felt like he was about to explode.

“I’d really appreciate it if you—if you—pissed off!” Namjoon nearly yelled. He got a few strange looks from passing ghosts and decided to at least try and keep his voice down.

“Namjoon let me explain myself,” Jin started. Even in the dimming light of the hallways, Jin looked ravishing. His hair shined, and his eyes glistened, and- Namjoon shook his head clear. He supposed he could give Jin one chance. “I like you,” Jin blurted.

“Yea, well you can take it and shove it—wait what did you say?” Namjoon was sure that he had heard Jin incorrectly. He thought the other boy was going to spit something out about hating Namjoon. His throat closed, and he could feel the burn of his cheeks. Never before had he seen the Slytherin look so nervous before. “You… what?” Namjoon’s voice cracked.

“I like you,” Jin tried to straighten his back and look confident, but he still looked rather childlike and cute after the confession. “And I’d like to take you on a study date,” Jin finished his confession and the promptly turned around, walking back to the dining hall. Namjoon stood, shocked and frozen to the spot.

“He said what!” Taehyung excitedly sat cross-legged on his bed, clutching a pillow.

“He said he liked me and then he walked away, and I almost threw up. Oh, and now we have a study date. Jimin shoved a piece of paper in my hand last week with Jin’s phone number,” Namjoon turned to start sorting through his textbooks. “Do you recall the killing curse? And can someone use it on themselves?” Namjoon asked. His hands were sweaty, and his heart was beating fast. He was sure this wasn’t normal.

“Shut up, Namjoon. This is adorable, and I’ll die before I let you bail out on this date. You’ve been crushing on him since the beginning of the semester!”

“I have not!” Namjoon spun around. Taehyung was chuckling with his large boxy smile.

“I can’t blame you. He has those strong Beater biceps. Have you asked him if he used to play Quidditch? If you don’t take him, I’ll find a way to get those thick arms on me-”

“You know, somehow, I believed you couldn’t make this worse,” Namjoon sighed. Namjoon was gathering his books to get ready for a late-night study session. After everything that had happened, at least a little pressure had now been lifted from him and he was able to get a little more studying done. There was only one problem. He could not find his phone. And Taehyung had become suspiciously quiet. Namjoon turned to ask him if he had seen his phone but found Taehyung texting on a familiar phone with a giddy smile on his face.

“Goddamnit, Taehyung!” He stormed over to the boy and ripped his phone out of Taehyung’s hands.

“You’ll thank me later. Jin will meet you in the library in twenty minutes. Mmmm, late night study date, and I’m sure the library will be practically empty,” Taehyung sat forward on his knees. Namjoon was near the dorm room door but turned around one last time to roll his eyes at Taehyung.

“Have I ever told you I hate you?”

“Once a week, baby! Have fun!” The last thing Namjoon saw was a wink from Taehyung. Namjoon didn’t even want to look at the messages that Taehyung had sent.

Namjoon snuck around the library looking around corners and trying to be as quiet as possible. He still hadn’t had the courage to look at the messages that Taehyung had sent, but he surely did not want to run into Jin. He was still terrified of the boy and of his own feelings. He was so close to graduation that he could taste it, and all other frivolities could wait, and that included Jin.

Namjoon had made it to the back of the library successfully and was about to set down his things, a voice from behind him startled him.

“Avoiding me, Kim?”

Namjoon dropped all of his books, and his papers went scattering all over the carpet. Namjoon bent down to pick up his fallen items and ended up hitting is head against Jin’s. The boy had obviously felt bad for what he had done and tied to help Namjoon pick up his things. They looked up, both rubbing their heads, and their eyes met. Namjoon couldn’t help but notice Jin’s soft skin and his full, pink lips, and his deep brown eyes. He chastised himself mentally for getting too caught up in the moment. After what seemed liked minutes of eye contact, they broke the connection and laughed nervously.

“Sorry, I was trying to be cool, and then I was trying to help…” Jin ran a hand through his hair. This was the first time Namjoon had seen Jin in even a semi-vulnerable state. He had dropped the cool guy act, at least for the moment. He even had a soft blush covering his cheeks.

“It’s alright… really,” they finished picking everything up and took seats next to each other on the soft couch that Namjoon always studied at. They sat in awkward silence for a few minutes looking through their textbooks. After fidgeting for the whole time, Namjoon couldn’t get one thought out of his mind.

“What the hell did Taehyung text you?” Namjoon asked. Jin didn’t look surprised at all.

“I figured it wasn’t you that sent it. You’d never send anything like that,” Jin replied. He grabbed his phone from the folds of his robes. He pulled up his messages and showed them to Namjoon. Namjoon groaned and sat back rubbing his eyes. He was going to beat Tae up later, that was for sure.

“God, it’s worse than I thought,” Namjoon cried. Jin laughed loudly. He patted Namjoon’s shoulder in an effort to comfort him but pulled away awkwardly a moment later. He coughed and turned back to his books. They were quiet for a few more minutes. Namjoon couldn’t help but glance over every few seconds to glance at Jin. Namjoon could tell that Jin had something on his mind; he didn’t stop fidgeting the whole time, and it seemed as though he was having as much trouble concentrating as Namjoon was. Namjoon was about to ask him when he spoke up.

“You know—you don’t have to hang out with me if you don’t want. I know I said I liked you and I’ve been bugging you for the past few months, but you’re under no obligation—” Namjoon leaned forward and grabbed the front of Jin’s button down shirt. He tugged the other boy towards him, and in the next moment their lips met in the dim light of the library.

It was so much better than Namjoon could have imagined. After so many months of pure torture and lovesick feelings swirling in his stomach, everything was released at one. Jin’s lips were pillow soft, and Namjoon was sure he had done this once before. His hand played with Namjoon’s hair and his teeth nipped at Namjoon’s bottom lip. They pulled away from each other breathing hard and their noses brushed against each other’s.

“I like you, too,” Namjoon breathed. Jin pulled back and belly laughed against the chair. He went on for minutes, and Namjoon wondered if he had said something wrong. Jin slapped his shoulder a few times and leaned forward to give Namjoon another peck on the lips.

“You idiot! You had me on the edge of my seat forever!” Jin nuzzled his way into Namjoon’s neck. Jin sighed. “I’m glad you like me too.”

Screw studying, Namjoon thought. That could wait a little bit longer.

“Two Shades of Green” Part 12

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***Disclaimer....Credit goes out to the creative geniuses that made tmnt. Immogene my oc just likes to play in the world you created.***

On the Inside, Immogene was a bundle of nerves. She swore she saw the desire in Raphs eyes and it fuelled her own. What was she getting into? Raphael towered over her. Hell, if she wanted to play hide-n-seek, she would just have to stand behind him. He was so sexy, and just him being close to her made her quiver. The question was, did he want her too?

Raph was cautiously following Immogene to shower. He’d waited until she turned the corner to get up off the mat. He needed to find out if she felt the same. She’d bit her lip and looked at him with heat in her eyes, and there was a slight flush to her cheeks. It really looked like she wanted him to follow, but he was nervous.

He wanted to feel that hot and sexy body up against his. Would she let him touch her so intimately? When she was straddling his face all he could smell was a hint of blackberries and mint. The last time he smelled that was when he was lifting and she hugged him. A thought hit him like a freight train, and something in him clicked instinctively. No wonder it made him drool...she was aroused by him. Raphael grins. In the ring, it took everything in him not to tear off those tight little pants right then and there.

Raph clenches his fists and vows that he wouldn’t take her tonight, he needed her to know that he could give her pleasure first. Those books and videos had helped. When Raph was really interested in something he would dive into the subject. The female body was very complex, but he understood that one of the most important things was to pay attention to the females responses. He’d even gotten up the courage to talk to April. Most awkward conversation ever. He still couldn’t look at April in the eye.

He knew his size might scare her, but after talking to his father again, he was reassured that her being part Amazon would ease things for them. In doing more research he found out that his fingers were about the size of a decently proportioned human cock. He chuckled to himself “poor humans.” But no, as much as he wanted to...he wouldn’t take her that way tonight, but he would make her his. If she would have him.

Immogene had walked into the bathroom heart pounding. She’d left the door unlocked. She walked into the large space and turned the lights on low. Immogene glances in the mirror and saw that she was flushed. As she starts undressing, she closely examines her body. She still has that soft layer on her. Sighing, she takes down her hair and shakes it out. The waves and occasional ringlet fall to the middle of her back. Glancing at the door she closes her eyes and calms her breathing. She walks in the large shower stall and turns on the taps. The warm water cascades over her body and she tried to think of something else while she lathers up.

Raph is standing outside the door listening to her get ready for the shower, he hears the swish as her clothes fall to the floor and the water start. He’s never been so nervous in his life. Time to test the waters. He shakes is himself of his fear, just like he had to when jumping out of that god damned plane. He knows she always locks the door. This time it wasn’t. Raph opens the door.

She was just rinsing the foam off of her body and she heard the door open. Then a click as it was being locked. She froze, and her heart starts racing. She reaches up to snag a towel she had left on the top the stall wall to try and cover her body. She looks down and smirks. She really did to get some bigger towels. Immogene stands there looking at the water swirl down the drain, trembling with her heart in her throat.

Raph can just make out her shape though the gray and green tinted ice cubed shape blocks of glass. He starts to move towards the entrance to the shower.

All she hears is that damned deep voice, and it’s chuckling. With her eyes still cast down she sees a set of two toed green feet enter the stall...and she swallows. She hears him say “Princess, ur gonna need more than one of those towels to cover what you got.” She slowly raises her eyes. There was Raph, leaning against the wall, his arms crossed. She meets his gaze and she sees that his eyes are slowly travelling over her barely covered curves.

Immogene manages to get out an “Uh hi, Raph.” He starts walking slowly and confidently towards her, his muscles flexing, and her knees grow week.

Raph walks up to her and puts his arms on either side of her shoulders and leans down. Immogene is utterly surrounded. Suddenly, she lets out a giggle and he looks at her. “Ok princess why ya giggling? Not that I don’t find it endearing and all.” She looks up at him and sighs out “O Raph, all my life I’ve been called the big girl. I’ve always felt awkward. Right now, with you, I feel positively little...and I really like it.” Raph’s gaze softens. “That’s right princess, you ain’t bigger than me.”

Raph lowers his face and Immogene realizes he is going to kiss her. His lips touch hers. He groans at his first taste and she was surprised at how soft his lips were. The kiss deepens, their mouths becoming more entwined. Raph takes one of his large hands and wraps it around the back of her neck, lightly grabbing a handful of her hair and pulling her into him. She gasps. She’s never been kissed like this before. She feels his dominance over her and a thrill rolls through her spine. Raph pulls away slightly at her tremble. “I swear Gen you are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen. I know I can be gruff, but you make me want to be soft”...he quirks his head and smirks...”Well, not all soft”.

Immogene laughs, eyes like lighting up with delight and rests her head and fingers against is plastron, lightly tracing her fingernails over the whorls and shapes. To Raph, the sensation of what she was doing makes him chur. Immogene hears it and thinks it’s the most erotic sound she’s ever heard.

Raph coughs a little over his chur, and says “I seem to have interrupted your shower. I think you were about to wash your hair? She nods, not knowing what to say. “Well, turn around and drop that towel so I can wash it for you.” She inhales sharply and obeys his instructions. She turns and stares at the patterns in the tile while she takes the towel from around her, and tosses it away. For a full minute, Raph just stares at the lush curves he is now faced with. He can see more tattoos covering her body. He feels himself grow harder. He’s left his shorts on to give him a barrier in hopes of helping himself keep control. He takes a couple of deep breaths and reaches for the shampoo.

She’s waiting for him to touch her. She thinks ‘What’s taking so long did he change his mind?’ “Raph?“ she hesitantly calls out. Raph smiles and starts rubbing the slippery shampoo in her hair, trying not to look at her ass. His large hands expertly rubbing the suds through her long tresses. “Patience princess, having you naked in front of me is hard on my self-control, you’re sexy as fuck.” Immogene shivers again at the timber of his voice. Raph continues “I will take you, but not tonight. Tonight is about you. I’m gonna make you scream my name princess.”

Immogen’s knees almost buckle at his words, and she can feel her arousal start to drip down her thighs. Raph feels Gen start to relax as he washes her hair. He moves closer to her and pushes his body against her back, he hears a moan and it almost makes him lose his control. He thinks ‘Come on Raph you’ve got this, focus on her.’ Raph diligently washes out all the soap and applies her conditioner. He loves the texture and length of her hair. After rinsing it out he moves the long stands over the left side of her shoulder and starts nuzzling, kissing and ever so lightly nipping her neck. Immogene starts rubbing her ass against his front desperate for friction.

She stops. She’s felt him through his shorts. She gasps out...”Raph? What the fuck is that?” She glances backwards at him with her eyes wide. She remembers playing baseball last summer, and now that’s what she feels pushing up against her ass. A goddamned baseball bat. Raph chuckles low...”Well, you know how huge I am? Well...it’s everywhere princess.” “Raph, how in the fuck is that even going to fit?” “O princess it will fit...I just gotta make sure we take it slow and you’re ready for it.”

Raphs expression suddenly goes soft and he wraps his arms around her waist and talks to her with his lips on the curve of her neck...”I’d never hurt you princess...tonight I’m gonna show you just what I feel about you...I may not be the best with words all the time but I can sure show you.” She turns her head to look up at him and reaches up on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek. He licks her ear and plays with her daith piercing, gently flicking the heart shaped ring.

Raph’s hand starts trailing down her body tracing some her tattoos. She hears him groan and all of a sudden he grabs both of her wrists and pushes them up and over her head. Clasping them together with one hand he pins them to the wall. “Holy fuck!” She yells. He answers by chuckling deeply. He’s taking control, but at the same time she can tell he’s being so careful with her. She feels him pause his fingers journey at the scar where the star had hit her flesh, and he growls and threatens “Anyone who ever fucking hurts you again will die.” A small whimper escapes her throat as he reaches her ass. “O princess your not gonna be able to hold those sounds in very long”...Raph continues trailing his finger down her ass crack.

Immogene closes her legs fearing rejection when he feels how wet she is. He growls low and says “What ya doin princess? Don’t you dare close those on me.” She quietly says “Um Raph? I know we’re in a shower and all, but you’re driving me fucking crazy and I’m super wet and worried that you...” Raph groans interrupting. ”That is so fucking hot, your wet pussy is all I’ve been thinking about for a long time. Raph takes his hand and touches the back of her thighs, moves it in between them and firmly moves her legs further apart.

He releases her wrists and drops to his knees behind her and reaches up again with his thick finger. Ever so gently he caresses her slit, sliding it up and down. She is so wet, and he rolls his head grasping for more control as he realizes she’s shaved. Her juices are coating his finger. She can hear him growling and telling her how beautiful she is. Her legs start to shake. Raph is drawn to that tantalizing scent. He has to taste her.

She feels his breath on her ass. He’s inhaling her in and she can feel him tremble. She hears him mumble something about blackberries and mint. He takes his hands and places them on her hips putting pressure on the hip bone making her stick her ass further out towards him. Immogene’s shoulder and arms are resting into the wall for support. He takes his face and slowly presses it into her. She can feel his tongue reach in and start licking. She screams his name and feels him chuckle while he continues feasting on her. His tongue is expertly dancing, sliding and flicking. He slides as much of it as he can into her, and she discovers just how long a mutant turtle tongue is. “Fucking hell Raphael!

He pulls away from her and stands up then spins her around and sees her fully naked for the first time. “Holy heaven and hell Gen, your fucking gorgeous, I love every inch of your body. Your so strong and your soft curves make me crazy.” She feels a flush at his very generous compliment. His head lowers and nuzzles her breasts licking each of her nipples and pulling on them gently with his teeth.

Immogene is on fire, the only thing that she is aware of is what Raph is doing to her body. He takes his thick finger and trails a line down her body following all the dips and curves. When he reaches her pussy he dips in at the top and slowly starts working her clit. Immogene starts moaning incoherently calling his name over and over. He ever so slowly takes that thick digit and starts rubbing her entrance. His other hand holding her waist supporting her while his mouth latches onto her nipple. She gasps arching towards him.

At her sound, he shoves his finger in...she screams his name and starts to sob with pleasure. “That’s it princess, let me hear you, I want to know your body.” Raph feels her walls clamp down on his finger and knows she wants release. He continues thrusting in and out, enjoying those sounds just a little more before he will give her what she wants. He slowly pulls his finger out and chuckles at her sound of disappointment. “Don’t worry princess I’m gonna make you come so hard your gonna forget yer own name.” He reaches behind her while lowering his head to hers, kissing her passionately. Immogene can taste herself on his lips. Raph suddenly grabs her ass and hoists her up onto his shoulders. Her back is against the smooth tiled wall, legs hanging over his shell. She takes her arms and rests them on the stall walls, gripping the edges with her hands. She looks down and sees him gazing up at her between her legs. He grins and slowly inches closer to her liquid centre. “Raph please! I can’t take much more!” As she yells he squeezes her ass hard and pulls her pussy to his face. He nuzzles in, latches onto her clit, and starts gently sucking, while slightly moving his head back and fourth. He alternates between licking and sucking until he feels her start to shake. He knows shes close. Immogene hears him mumble between her legs for her to come for him.

She can feel the vibrations of his words on her clit. She closes her eyes and arches towards him, he picks up the pace, settling on a swift but steady circular motion of his tongue. “O Raph, don’t stop!” Raph feels her legs start to tremble and he starts circling even faster. She’s tossing her head from side to side. Her juices pouring out onto his chin. Suddenly she screams, her back arching and calls his name. “Raphael!” Her orgasm rips through her like a tidal wave. Raph slows his licks bringing her down. He lovingly caresses her folds with his tongue until she stops shaking. He eases her legs from off his shoulders and shell and lowers both of them to the floor. He pulls her down into his lap. He rests his head on her shoulder pressing kisses into it. She can feel him smiling as she tries to control the beating of her heart. He settles her legs around him and his arms circle around her. She wraps her arms around his neck.

“Raph what the fuck?” Immogene says as she pulls away from the embrace far enough to be able to look at his face. He’s got the biggest grin on his face that she’s ever seen. He looks at her with a mischievous look in his eyes.

Slowly he takes one of his hands away from her back and proceeds to suck off her juices that are still clinging to it. She stares at him blinking and he seductively chuckles. Raph looks at her and says “Now princess, that’s what I meant when I said when I first saw you.” She feels like an empty husk but she laughs and buries her head in his shoulder whispering “Raph where in the fuck did you learn how to do that?” He responds, “Well Donnie ain’t the only one who likes to read you know? Well, I mean when I’m really interested in the subject I don’t mind it” She throws her head back and laughs. Raph then adds “By the way princess you’re delicious.” She groans against the involuntary tremor that his voice causes in her body.

She’s straddling him and she feels his member strain up towards her through his shorts. “Raph” she breathlessly asks “what about you?” Raph pulls back slightly looking at her and calmly responds “Princess as much as I’d love to fuck you right now, you’re not ready for me yet.” Now it’s her turn to look seductively at him and he gasps at the look he sees in her deep green eyes. “Raph, I understand that you want to be careful with me and that’s so sweet, but who said anything about fucking?”

Raph stares open mouthed wonder as she starts kissing her way down his plastron, her tongue slipping out to lick him as she moves downwards. She makes sure to look up at him when she reaches the top of his shorts. Raph grits his teeth struggling for control. She sees the massive bulge in his shorts and gulps. “Well, here goes nothing.” She starts running her tongue over the bulge through the fabric and she feels Raph tense. His hands lightly grab her head. “Princess, your gonna kill me.” Raph groans. Immogene loves the sound of that rumble.

She takes a deep breath and reaches for the zipper and starts to pull. The largest cock she has ever seen in springs in front of her, and eyes go wide. “Uh Raph, holy shit...” She glances up at him and he smiles almost sheepishly and shrugs. She slightly shakes her head and looks back down at the monster cock before her. Her earlier assessment of a baseball bat was correct. She wiggles back on her knees with her ass up in the air to get in a better position. Raph growls. She grins and grasps his large member in her hand. She couldn’t get it around him, and she could feel him throbbing. She could see the slightest drop of pre-cum at the tip. She leans down and licks. The taste was incredible! It reminded her of a really dark and salty caramel.

Raph threw his head back and groaned. She started working him while sucking on his tip. She couldn’t get much more than a few inches of his cock in her mouth. She drags her tongue down his shaft and starts licking his balls. Raph was moaning her name and thrusting his hips. She saw him reach up and grip the handrail...a few moments later she heard the sound like a can being crushed and she giggles while sliding her tongue from his balls to the head of his cock. She could feel that Raph was getting close. She started tonguing his balls in earnest while stroking his shaft adding a twisting motion with her hand. All of a sudden Raph tenses and lets out a roar. “Fuck Gen!” His load shoots across her back and hits the shower wall.

Raph was left with his head hanging and chest heaving. “Well, princess I guess it’s a good thing that we’re already in the shower.” Immogene laughs and points her head towards the handrail, and he sees that it’s crushed. Raph chuckles deeply...”Oops.” He reaches behind her to turn on the water. He stands and the bends down to pick her up and holds her tightly to his chest.

Immogene sighs contentedly as he proceeds to lovingly wash all his cum off her body. Setting her down they stand there together under the spray. Raphs hands are running up and down her back. After they dry off she puts on her housecoat. She moves in front of the mirror and starts brushing her hair smiling. He comes up behind her.

Immogene sees their reflection in the mirror, and it looks so right. Raphs massive form towers over and surrounds her, he looks at her in the mirror and meets her gaze. Two shades of green meet and lock.

His arms roam down her body to hold her around her stomach. “Princess that was amazing.” They leave the bathroom and Raph walks up beside her and grabs her hand. His huge digits twining with her smaller ones. The lair is dark. They walk to her bedroom. Upon reaching the door Raph picks her up, carries her in and sets her down on the bed. She notices he looks unsure.

Immogene rests her hand on his shoulder and smiles reassuringly at him “Raph? Will you stay with me tonight? There’s enough room, I think.” She sees Raph immediately relax. He chuckles “Yeah princess, from now on your gonna have a really hard time keeping me out of your bed.” She lays down with Raph tucked up behind her. Raph’s large arm wraps around her waist and he kisses her shoulder. She sighs contentedly. That night, sleep came to Immogene easy. She was safe in Raph’s arms.

To be continued...

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A/N: Okay, so...I'm not entirely sure what this is?? haha. I was hit with a truckload of Kalijah nostalgia during Katherine Pierce Appreciation Week recently and this 3k more or less tumbled out of me without much provocation, steamrolling into a lot of Elijah POV and prose I never thought I'd think about let alone expected to write? 

 As a result, I don’t know how I feel about it. But I hope you like it, anyway! *prayer hands*

xx Ashlee Bree

Summary: Elijah ends things between them abruptly in Mystic Falls. Katherine clings and chases him to New Orleans, refusing to let him off the hook without a fight because she's learned something that's changed the game. It's changed everything. Now, if only Elijah would get out of his own head long enough to listen...

(Canon Divergence + post-s4 of TVD + Mates)

(FF.net) (A03)

There Are Girls Who Will Tear You Apart With Their Lips

who put this brain inside of me?

it cries it demands it says that there is a chance.

it will not say “no.” —Love is a Dog from Hell, Charles Bukowski

Tantalized.

It’s what Elijah feels. It’s the first thing he thinks the moment he perceives her standing in the middle of the foyer, ensconced in lamplight, with her hip cocked to the left and her expression calculating, a little nefarious, an expensive bottle of Bordeaux peeking out of her handbag. Chestnut curls cascade down her back to bounce against the intricate lace of that little black dress she wears. It’s tapered slightly above the knee to hug her thighs, accentuating her lithe curves perfectly. Sinfully.

She’s the devil in kitten heels and Dior perfume, and she knows it. Flaunts it. She brandishes it at him like a whip that's headed straight for his Achilles heel.

Five hundred years of reserve, and constraint, and pain, fade away with the flicker of her curled black lashes to his face, her pert simper widening as imaginary strings pluck in time to the sashay of her hips when she glides past him into the sitting room; heels clicking against the hardwood. Brushing against his shoulder, she precedes to strut through the room with a newly-acquired familiarity. She allows her gaze to catalogue everything. As if she’s resorting it to memory.

Next, she pulls back the light feathery curtains to toss a perfunctory nod of approval at the streets below, humming something to herself unintelligibly. Then, after another moment, she opens the doors so the French Quarter humidity and musical commotion can billow in through from the courtyard. It seems she’s making herself at home—like she owns it. Or, like avarice is nothing to her but a wieldable commodity for him to nurture.

Elijah forgets to move.

The house somehow grows smaller with her in it. More claustrophobic.

It’s far too snug with these used bricks and cherry bookshelves caging them in on all sides, at every angle. It feels like the ceiling’s about to descend to crush every last gear still churning inside his head. What if it does? How will this chess game finally end?

The available space between their two bodies shrinks and shrinks until she’s a magnified map of history, half truths, and conflicting body language expanding before his eyes. She’s in every room or hallway, lurking around every corner; and before he knows it, he’s unable to look away from the tome of her he doesn’t want to read.

The sun trickles in from outside like yellow fire droplets. It sizzles against Elijah’s back so heat snakes down his spine like burnt cigarettes and nearly causes him to fall to his knees.

His whole body tingles and itches until everything around him blazes as red as that profane mark on his wrist, sucking out his well-preserved faculties like blood because he knows when he permits himself to move closer, he’ll be too weak to locate the door he needs. He knows he’ll never be able to sneak back behind it. No. He’ll never be able to find the strength to slam it shut between them again.

Also, were he to endeavor such an escape now, she’d never hesitate to strike from behind with her talons extended. She’d never pause to claim him like the prey he often was around her, and perhaps still could be—so he remains still. As formidable as stone.  

“Good evening, Katerina,” he says stiffly, addressing her with a curt appraising nod. “To what do I owe this intrusion?”

“Missed me bad, have you?” she replies with a smirk.

“Not quite the phrasing I’d choose, no.”

“That’s unfortunate.”

“And why’s that?”

She twines hair around her finger and says, “Because I’ve missed you terribly, ma chérie, and I’m here to collect what’s owed to me. What’s owed to us. Time’s up for you, I’m afraid. No more charades.”

Katherine’s an entire dictionary of words: a little bit of everything convoluted and picante:

Coquettish.

Possessive.

Calculating.

Indulgent.

Dangerous.

Stylish.

Sexy.

Lovely.

Too lovely.

The adjectives burn like cognac on Elijah’s tongue and he knows he needs to bury them. He needs to stop all those inexcusable words from flashing through his head, from sliding across his suddenly blunted teeth in want of describing her. But they’re delectable in all their disaster. Perfect in their crunch. Like blood dipped in roses or Debussy. Like a lovebite scarred on his neck in shades of faded red lipstick. Like hands leashed around his wrists. Like…

Clearly he’s tantalized by her yet.

The thought makes him want to crack her open like a book spine to study the language of her entrails, to find out where the pentameter cuts off and where the free verse of hell begins. The face of Athena, Aphrodite, and Hecate—her face—wears an underworld of dark and delicious secrets this spring evening; and they pulsate like veins beneath her hungry, inscrutable eyes like they always have. Like they probably always will.

Changed and unchanged in a multitude of ways, Katherine’s a chameleon with fangs who prowls from century to century. Haunting him. Seducing him with fingernails that claw into his back to mark love there, against his skin. Torturing him with too many questions he’ll never be able to answer: like why their hearts are forever tangled in manipulation, and lies, and ‘almosts’ that never come to fruition.

She’s a one-headed Medusa whose name still purrs in the reticent bones of his mind—Katerina, Katerina—and he cannot stop hearing it like a refrain. He knows he cannot. He knows because he’s covered his ears; he’s shut down his own heart too many times to count.

And tried.

“I’m disappointed. You don’t seem happy to see me,” Katherine says, breaking the ice with a tut and a pout.

“No,” Elijah replies as he glances at his Rolex. “No, I’d say I’m more surprised than anything.”

The smile she offers in return is thin. Terse.

“By the way you keep checking your watch, I’d wager you’re expecting a visitor of the female variety.”

“I am.”

It’s a lie. He’s not expecting anyone. Hayley’s long gone; he and his siblings ushered her out of the city after her wild, elaborate tales regarding Klaus and a magical child proved to be as fallacious as she was.

“Who is she?” Katherine demands tartly, swallowing back a snarl.

His answer is impassive. Stoic. “I fear that’s none of your concern.”

“You really believe that, don’t you?”

He dignifies this with nothing but silence.

“Okay. Have it your way, Elijah,” Katherine purrs. Her movements a little too casual and nonchalant, she waves him off only to pivot back around like a black swan ballerina. “But I bet she’s not as hot for you as I am.”

“In fact,” her teeth widen in smile; her voice sharpens, “I’d bet my heart on it.”

Elijah folds his hands. The barest hint of courtesy levels his voice into something flat and steady, “What do you want, Katerina?”

“You.”

“And how can I be of service?” he says with a blink.

Angling closer, Katherine narrows her eyes then unloads,

“Did you think you could get rid of me that easily? Me? A Petrova?” she laughs, but it comes out cutting. Sardonic. “Let me let you in on a little secret, baby: I survive; I never say die. So don’t you dare believe for one second there’s a world for you out there without me in it, because there’s not, because there never will be. Do you understand me?”

Elijah’s jaw ticks and he frowns, offering her a look ripe with skepticism.

“No, no,” she wiggles her finger at him as a wicked glint transforms her features, “you can’t run from this any longer. You’re done locking yourself off from me.”

Circling him in those tall, fancy heels, trailing a finger down his shirt almost like she’s marking territory or preparing to fillet her prey, Katherine stops to spread both hands against his chest before pulling him to her by the lapels. She pulls him until their faces are only inches apart. Until Elijah’s close enough to smell her last kill (a vodka-drinking attorney) on her breath.

“Did you really think I’d let you go after some vile, half-assed goodbye? Or that I wouldn’t follow you after I learned the truth? After I felt it literally brand into me, burning my muscles and bones?” she snickers again.

“In the five hundred years you’ve known me, have I once struck you as the kind of lover who wouldn’t scratch, fight, or scheme until the man I desired conceded? Until he swore he was mine?”

“It makes no difference. The point is settled. Moot.”

“That’s where you’re wrong,” Katherine spits out cruelly, challenging him. “It makes all the difference.”

A lump forms in his throat at her words, but he bites it back, too self-controlled for his own good. In any case, hope for them is gone. Dead. So he answers her cooly instead,

“I don’t care.”

“What a fool you are, Elijah,” Katherine sneers, malicious humor dripping from the edges of her mouth like rubies. “I warned you I wouldn’t let you off the hook again, and I won’t…now stop pushing me the hell out, you insufferable, pretentious ass!”

“No. You must stop pulling me in,” he fires back.

Zeal mixed with anger and perseverance turns her pupils into flames. It accentuates her Hadean beauty; it heightens her severity enough to strengthen it into something fixed and implacable, something almost ruthless.

“Sorry,” Katherine says without a hint of remorse, “but you should know this by now: I do as I damn well please.”

“This is madness!” Shaking, he grasps her by the shoulders and flashes them into the library. Pressing her hard against the nearest bookcase. “Desist with this nonsense, immediately! I beg of you.”  

“No.”

“Why are you doing this? What for!?”

“I think you already know the answer to that,” Katherine whispers like a caress.

She simpers up at him knowingly when his sleeve slips up his wrist to expose the intricate ‘KP’ calligraphy engraved into the skin of his left hand. Which, despite being slightly obscured by his watch, looks as if it were elegantly cat-scratched against his veins—only it wasn’t.

“It was foolish of you to come here, Katerina,” Elijah says, drawing out a sigh. “This little act of yours will not alter my decision. I meant what I said to you before I left Mystic Falls. You and I have come to an impasse��we are not…I fear we cannot seem to…”

He clears his throat.

“This—this thing carved into my flesh is nothing but a superstitious trap, a compulsive trick of the mind some vengeful witch devised so that I would…so as to suggest that we are somehow…”

“Yes?”

He steps back. Hardening, he drags a hands down his face and clenches his jaw to add, “It’s not real, you understand. I’m certain it’s not real.”

“Liar,” she growls. There’s hunger in Katherine’s eyes now, and something else, too—something prickly and unnerving as hell because it crackles in the air around her like lightning: certainty. “Coward.”

“You feel the tug; you hear the call in the howl of your bones just as I do,” she says, “except you’re too afraid to let it course through you. You’re as stuck inside your own head as you ever were, Elijah, but I swear on my my precious-and-padded, about me life I won’t move until you let the only truth that matters consume you.”

She’s not entirely mistaken. He’s terrified.

Elijah’s terrified because they both know precisely what being ‘marked’ means…what it entails…how choice and providence each play a part in the official elevation from being ‘intended’ to ‘knotted.’ Soulmarks are embedded in any number of the myths and whisperings they’ve encountered throughout the centuries, and some offer convincing proof of their existence despite the proclaimed rareness among the Originals. And, yet…how many grimoire’s in his family’s possession state that perhaps—perhaps—

Elijah’s mind is so bleary all of a sudden. His heart is so thunderous and unrelenting against his ribcage, so burdensome with all these wretched, blaring sensations it thrums whenever it’s within her proximity, that he struggles for purchase. He feels himself spiraling and unraveling to the point that a door squeaks open inside of his head, just an inch, and that’s when the intolerable buzzing begins.

In an effort to compensate and correct, he stands taller and firmer. He pinches the bridge of his nose, more fatigued than he’s felt in a thousand years, and says,

“Please. Please, I can’t do this now.”

“Oh, don’t worry. You won’t do it to me now,”  Katherine says with a curl of her red mouth, “or ever again.”

“It’s over between us, Katerina.”

“The hell it is! I always get what I want, and I want you to let me in.”

“No,” he says, shaking his head and pushing her away with closed eyes and balled fists which he shoves into his pockets. “I-I won’t.”

“Fine then,” Katherine relents, but only for a second. “If that’s how you want to play it—” She rakes him over with a predatory gleam in her eyes, “Kiss me like it’s over and maybe I’ll believe you.”

“This isn’t a game, Katerina!”

“Maybe it is, E. Maybe it is. This could be the universe’s Most Dangerous Game, or perhaps you’ve failed to consider that?”

“I said no. It’s not real!”

“Yes. It is!” she hisses back with resolve heavy on her black lashes. “Believe.”

“You’re…you’re being impossible. This is indecent! Asinine! Absolute lunacy!”

She rolls her eyes.

“Like I want a vocabulary lesson when I know you want this, too.”

Suddenly, she’s tugging on his lapels again, and her hands are diving beneath his tailored jacket to tear at the designer fabric until it’s ripped from his shoulders, shimmied down his elbows, and discarded from his wrists into a ball behind his feet.

Katherine’s all around him in seconds. Visions, dreams, memories, flesh—she’s everywhere:

Her tiger-doe eyes…

That blood-and-Dior scent on her clothes, against her lips…

Those soft brown tresses falling to brush her chin, framing her face until they’re wreathed around his fingertips like a web, trapped and tangled as they tug along the back of her scalp, never to free themselves again…

The way she laughs, screams his name…

How the air bends into heat, and lust, and skin, as she bites into his neck to free him of constraint…

Her meowing heartbeat…

The perfect swivel of her hips when she wraps her limber legs around his waist and smashes back against the shelves, straddling him as if she’d ride him through every page of history only to proceed across the blankness of forever; determined to write their lovemaking across the epochs of eternity…

How she ties his intestines into knots with a look, with a single touch…

‘Mine, mine, mine’ kissing along each one of his ribs…

The feel of her teasing, scratching, goosebump-eliciting fingernails drawing initials into his back so they’ll never heal, never fade…

She’s everywhere—in everything. And there’s no way in hell to tell what’s real or how it’ll end. All he knows, all he feels, is this tantalizing magnetism in his veins pulling him forward. Into her arms.  

“Sue me, but I told you this was the only way to call your bluff, Elijah. Kiss me more. Again,” Katherine both demands and pleads.

There’s a clock tick-ticking somewhere inside his head now, counting down the seconds until he’s entirely unlocked by the key of her mouth.

“Come on. Kiss me harder, ma chérie.”

Elijah gulps and steps back, but not far.

He barely smothers the temptation to lurch forward to take her—blood and lips, skin and sin, love so volcanic it could erupt—by reinforcing the knot of his tie and smoothing down his Armani sleeves until they’re as stiff as armor: determined to keep the world out. He’s resolved to knight himself up from head-to-toe to keep fate from bounding in. It shall not overtake him; it will not win. He’ll do almost anything to keep that word from snaking and coiling itself all the way through him like that soulmark on his wrist, like this girl with the pomegranate poison on her tongue, if he can.

If he can.

“Give me your mouthful of forevers,” she says. “Let me suck them from your lips.”

Katherine’s smile unravels into something sharp and cunning as she runs her thumb across his chin, teasing him by leaning in to nibble her way along the edge of his jaw and closed mouth until he’s forced to give up, give in. She’s daring him to try and resist the sweet and sour taste of her tongue—which he doesn’t because he never has. He never can. And now he never will again because the little minx has whittled him down until he’s transformed into the one thing he swore did not exist: Mate.

Elijah’s heart and mind sigh in conjunction with this epiphany. This is it. The end. He’s let her all the way in. The last walls of resistance wobble then crumble, receding into corners that fill him with a permanent sense of acceptance and warmth. Something akin to…well, heaven if it weren’t a myth.

“I don’t know about you,” Katherine purrs against his mouth, “but I say we continue this conversation upstairs. Yes?”

He cups her face in both hands.

“And, if I don’t care to venture that far? What then, hm?” he trails off with a pursed look. But it abruptly unwinds into a small smile.

Pulling back, Katherine considers him with a grin before she rips his shirt down the middle to send buttons skating across the floor and to pepper his exposed chest with kisses. The promise of more is eminent when she crashes them both atop a mountain of books and reaches for his belt, sliding it free with a deft tug,

“Then I suppose the desk will have to do,” she says.

Rewards [M]

Pairings: Reader X Namjoon

Genre: Filthy smut

Word Count: 2700 

Summary: Agreeing to help Namjoon conquer his writer’s block sure seemed like a good idea at the time, until he showed up at your front door wearing that stupid sleeveless shirt that is. 

A/N:  Our dear Leadermon just wants the best for us, right? And if reading and writing dirty, nasty smutty smut about him in celebration of his birthday is what we want, he’d totally support us, right? Good. Glad we got that cleared up. 

The low, urgent dialogue of the movie was the only sound in the room.

Occasionally, the sound of a pen scratching on paper met your ears as Namjoon noted something in the book on his lap.

“I can’t do thiiiisss!” one of the movie’s characters cried and you struggle to contain a nod in agreement.

Less than half a meter separated you, on one side of the couch, from Namjoon, on the other side. But the space felt closer to half the length of the equator, considering you were strictly forbidden from getting any nearer to him

“Just a little cloooossssserrrrr!” another character wailed and you sucked at your teeth in annoyance, trying to block out the sound.

In the case of Johnson versus Miller… you read for what felt like the fiftieth time.

You’d been staring those seven words for so long they were burned into your retinas.

While time ticked on, the pile of work next to you wasn’t getting any smaller; your desire to reach over and run your hands over Namjoon wasn’t getting any smaller either, but thanks to Min Yoongi, you really couldn’t do it.

When you next saw Yoongi, you were going to beat him the closest object on hand, which would probably be Jimin.

You pictured yourself flailing Jimin around like a club and grinned at Johnson versus Miller. Yes, that would be fitting justice.

When Namjoon had called you earlier in the day, you had been more than eager to agree to see him.

“I need to finish watching this movie for reference material and it’s chaos at the dorm,” he had sighed. “I can’t get anything done. I know we haven’t seen each other properly in a while and having me come over to work isn’t ideal, but being around you is the only other time I’m comfortable enough to concentrate on getting something like this done.”

That little throw-away line had sent your heart into flutters. The two of you had only been dating for a few months and since your work kept you just as busy as his work kept him, you had barely had time to see each other.

Still, just having him around would be nice – even if he was working – and maybe if you were lucky you could sneak in a little touchy touchy.

You had skipped to your bedroom to find something nice to change into, humming softly to yourself as you shimmied out of your practical, comfortable underwear and pulled on a sexy, highly uncomfortable pair.

“Helloooo,” you answered in a sing-song voice when your phone rang.

“No,” said Yoongi on the other end of the line and you paused with your underwear halfway up your legs.

“No?”

“No, don’t say hello like that,” he grumbled. “Namjoon isn’t coming over for sexy touchy touchy time. He needs to work and you need to let him do it.”

“I know he’s coming to work,” you replied, annoyed. “I’m not planning on touchy touchy-ing anything.”

“Then why are you changing?”

“What?” you said, looking around in alarm. “How do you know I’m changing?”

“We’ve been friends for much longer than you’ve been dating Namjoon,” Yoongi reminded you. “I know what you’re thinking before you do. More importantly, I know what you’re planning on doing before you do it.”

You pulled a face and Yoongi made an irritated noise.

“Don’t pull that face at me,” he said. “Namjoon has never had this much trouble writing lyrics and he’s looking for inspiration anywhere he can find it. He needs to finish this by tonight so we can start recording. No disturbing him under any circumstances.”

“But-”

“None.”

You had shot a dark look at the picture of Yoongi hanging on the wall. “Fine, no disturbing him.”

“And change back.”

“What?” you protested. “No, I need-”

“DO IT.”

“Fine!” you huffed into the phone, kicking off the lacy panties and pulling on the boring, cotton ones you had on before. You poked at the picture of a winking cat on the front of them and pulled another face; these definitely wouldn’t be getting any engines revving.

“You suck,” you muttered into the phone.

“Just make sure that between the two of us, I’m the only one who does.”

You ended the call with a groan and pulled on your sweatpants and t-shirt again.

The worst part was that Yoongi was right. Namjoon had told you about how much of a rut he was in and if he was here to work his way out of it, you needed to respect what he was doing.

Besides, you had just as much work to do. If you stayed in your lane and handled yourself like an adult, both of you could have a very productive Sunday afternoon.

Of course, when you had opened the door to find Namjoon standing on your doorstep, your steely resolve had immediately faltered.

He looked wan and tired and the smile he had given you had been half-hearted.

“Hello,” you had said, wrapping your arms around him and hugging him tightly, hoping to squeeze the drained look on his face away.

“Hello,” he said, running his hands up and down your back.

He needs your support, you chanted to yourself.

He needs your support.

He needs your support.

He’s wearing a sleeveless shirt.

He needs your support.

“Come in,” you said, untangling yourself from him and trying to keep your eyes on his face.

“Thanks,” he said and you congratulated yourself on keeping your gaze above his neck. But when he dropped his bag to the floor and reached inside for the DVD, your eyes had strayed to his arms and the curve of his chest visible through the gaping armholes.

You licked your lips unconsciously. You knew exactly what that skin tasted like and boy did it taste good. If only you could…

He needs your support! intoned the voice in your head that, you realised with a sigh, sounded a lot like Yoongi.

“Are you hungry?” you had asked, walking to the kitchen and leaning on the counter to watch him, your hands safely tucked into your armpits.

“No, thank you, baby,” he said, fiddling with the DVD player “I ate just before I came.”

“You want something to drink then?” you asked, your eyes raking along the planes of his back visible through the shirt. “Tea? Coffee? Beer?”

“Tea sounds good,” he said, getting to his feet and walking over to plant a light kiss on your forehead. Your eyes closed at the feeling of his mouth on your skin.

“Thank you for helping me,” he said his lips still against your forehead. “I promise I’ll make it up to you.”

You had moved your head up so that your faces were level. His mouth was so close to yours. If you just leaned forward a little bit…

The Yoongi voice bellowed in your ear again and you had swerved to give him a peck on the nose instead.

“Okay,” you said with a smile. You had cheated then, putting your hands on his bare arms and ushering him back to the couch. A swift blast of adrenaline shot through your spine. “Get to work then,” you said, ignoring the feeling.

You had made the two of you some tea and had decided to sit on the couch next to Namjoon, a stack of papers you had to read through on the table next to you.

For almost an hour you had done very well, steadily working your way through the pile while Namjoon scrawled away next to you.

But halfway through the movie, he had lifted his arm to run his fingers through his hair absently and a whiff of his cologne had floated lazily past you.

Oh.

You took a peek at him from under your eyelashes. His hair was messy from repeatedly running his fingers through it and there was a tiny frown on his face as he scribbled in his notebook.

“Just a little cloooossssserrrrr,” the character repeats with a wail and you watch with fascination as Namjoon’s tongue pokes out of his mouth and slowly traces along his bottom lip.

He stops writing then and turns to look at you.

Oh shit.

You had been so focused on him that you forgot to be subtle about what you were doing.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” he asks an amused note in his voice.

“Oh, you know,” you say, clearing your throat softly and turning back to your work. “It’s just nice to see you working so um fluidly.”

“Thank you, baby,” he says with a soft laugh, leaning over to kiss you on the cheek.

Really now, he wasn’t making this easy, was he?

As if he sensed the throbbing knot in your core, your phone suddenly rings, Yoongi’s name flashing across the screen.

You press the answer key but before you can put the phone against your ear Yoongi’s voice blares through the speaker.

“I KNOW WHAT YOU’RE THINKING YOU BETTER NOT-”

You end the call with a start, quickly putting it on silent and throwing it on the table next to you.

“Was that Yoongi?” Namjoon asks distractedly, his pen moving across the page again.

“Nah,” you lie, your cheeks turning a light shade of pink. “Just a telemarketer.”

“Okay,” Namjoon says absently.

His gaze is fixed so intently to the page that you could take the opportunity to chuck Johnson versus Miller to the side and drink in as much as him as you wanted. But, no, you were being adult about the situation and-

“I think I’m done,” Namjoon says suddenly and you resist the urge to burst into tears from relief.

“Baby,” he says, turning to look at you shyly. “Will you read it?”

“You don’t have to do that,” you respond, the small smile on your face hiding your wildly beating heart. He wanted you to read his lyrics before anyone else saw them? Maybe he was dehydrated and delirious; he’d only taken a few sips of his tea after all.

“I want you to,” he says and your smile widens automatically.

“Okay,” you say, gratefully putting Johnson versus Miller on the table next to you and stretching your hand out to get the notebook from him.

But Namjoon shakes his head slowly. “You need to come over here to get it.”

You laugh softly. “I don’t think that telemarketer will be too happy if I do that.”

“We’ve both worked very hard today,” Namjoon reasons. “I think that telemarketer would agree that we could do with a reward.”

“And you know,” you say, scooting closer to him and settling on his lap, straddling him. “It’s a proven fact that people work harder if they know they’ll get a nice reward at the end.”

“Exactly,” Namjoon says planting soft butterfly kisses on your neck while his hands run down your back to your ass.

It’s difficult to concentrate on reading with Namjoon’s hands on you and your concentration takes a further dip when his hands slide under the waistband of your sweatpants.

“This is amazing,” you sigh, setting the notebook carefully on the table next to the couch and turning to look at Namjoon. “I’m so proud of you.”

“Good enough for a reward?” he asks and you nod slowly, the feeling of his hands kneading and squeezing your ass making it a challenge to form sentences.

You kiss him softly, letting your lips move over his like it’s the first time you’re doing it. You run your tongue over his top lip, pulling back slightly with a smile when you feel his tongue flick against your mouth. You move to run your tongue over his bottom lip, moving away again when his tongue darts out.

Namjoon makes a frustrated sound in the back of his throat and you grin, teasing his lips with the tip of your tongue until he grips your upper arms tightly and holds you in place, his tongue pushing urgently into your mouth.

You reach up to tangle your fingers through his hair, allowing his tongue to lap insistently at your mouth.

He only stops with a sharp breath in when you nip sharply at his bottom lip. He pulls away from you slightly and a shiver runs through your spine when you see his bruised, swollen lips.

Before you can think his hands are on your t-shirt, tugging it over your head and for a few furious seconds the two of you are all hands and limbs as you pull each other’s clothes off.

When you’re both undressed you settle back down on his lap, positioning yourself so that your clit is rubbing against his hard, thick length.

You grind on the length of his dick while he pulls your head back up into a deep kiss, his hands quickly moving down to your ass to help guide your rhythm.

“Oh god, yes,” you moan into his mouth when he helps adjust your angle to that the head of dick rubs against your clit.

You reach down to grip his dick in your hand, keeping it steady as you grind against the tip. Namjoon’s hand reaches under your ass and your rhythm becomes erratic when you feel two of his fingers slowly slide into you from behind.

Namjoon’s fingers keep up with your pace, plunging and curling inside you while you frantically chase your orgasm.

When you finally come, Namjoon adds a third finger, leisurely fucking you with his fingers while you cry out loudly.

When you’re done, you rest your head against his shoulder, your breathing wild and your walls still tightening around his fingers.

When you have just enough control over your breathing, you lift your head and kiss him deeply, your tongue plunging into his mouth just like he likes it.

After a few moments, you pull away from him, shimmying off his lap and feeling a slight sense of disappointment when his fingers slide out of you.

You move to the floor and Namjoon adjusts his position on the couch, knowing exactly what you want to do. You settle on your knees between his legs and glance up at him with a small smile before running your tongue slowly from the tip of his dick to the base.

The tip is wet with pre-cum and the length is moist from when you came; you wipe your tongue slowly over it, lapping all of it up.

Namjoon’s hands fist in your hair when you run the tip of your tongue over his head and he lets out a grunt when you suck at the tip before moving to put his whole length in your mouth.

You let his hands guide the movement of your head and he curses when you swallow around his dick.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” he chokes out and you let your tongue swirl once more over the velvety head of his penis before slowly dropping him out of your mouth.

He mutters another curse and pulls you to your feet, positioning you back on his lap. You slide effortlessly down his length and with your hands braced on his shoulders, you ride him urgently.

You weren’t going to wait; you weren’t going to take it slowly and enjoy the feeling of his dick deliciously stretching you.

You wanted to fuck him and you were going to do it sloppily and quickly.

One of Namjoon’s hands reach between your sweaty bodies and he rubs hard over your clit; so hard that your body instinctively convulses and your second orgasm rips through you, quickly followed by a third when Namjoon continues to drive you up and down his dick, riding out his own orgasm.

When you’re done you sag against him limply, your muscles feeling heavy and dull.

“Baby,” he says hoarsely.

“Hmmm?”

“You know, we’re only half-way through writing for the new album,” he says, laying down on the couch and pulling you down next to him.

“Is that so?”

“Yes,” he says with a sigh. “It’s not ideal, but I might need to come over a few more times to work on some stuff.”

“How inconvenient,” you sigh, wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in his chest.

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The beauty of curves

Word count: 2.4k

Rating: explicit

Summary: it's your wedding night and Din is going to show you how beautiful you really are to him

“Turn around for me please mesh’la”

“Ok my love. I still cannot believe we are finally married, this all feels like a dream to me Din.”

“Me to Y/N, but I need you to turn around and keep your eyes closed for me love.”

    “We’re married now Din, you don’t have to hide from me anymore.” You pleaded. Still obeying his request as he ran his hands up and down your arms before settling his hands on your waist.  He turned you around in his embrace, then slowly removed his helmet to look at you. With your hair still up from the ceremony, Din brought his lips down to the base of your neck and pulled you closer to his body.  

    “I’m not hiding cyar’ika there is something I have always wanted to do.”

    “Oh and wha… mmm” The mandalorian cut you off when his lips found your neck once again. As he worked up and down your neck his hands worked on untying your dress.  His lips moved over to your shoulders and the side of your neck when he could finally push your dress down to the floor. With your eyes still closed he moved around to stand in front of you and admire his new bride.

    “Oh my cyare you are so beautiful. I love every curve of your body.” Din knew you were still uncomfortable with your body and would spend a lifetime convincing you of your beauty.  He loved your curves, particularly your ass. Before you had revealed your feelings to each other Din would catch himself staring at your backside. Then he taught you to fight and he was done for.  The mandalorian was amazed at your skills and may have gotten himself kicked a few times when he was paying more attention to you and not the bounty.

    “Din?” The sound of your voice pulled him from his memories just in time to see a tear fall down your face.  He leaned down to kiss away your tear and run his thumb across your bottom lip.

    “Y/N I will spend every day making you believe those words and many more.  You are beautiful inside and out, especially your heart. The way you care for the child makes my heart swell with pride, you are an amazing mother to him and I hope to many more.  Then the patience you hold for me is more than I will ever deserve. I will give you the stars cyar’ika but you have to start believing what I say is true.”

“I will my heart, I promise, but Din?”

“Yes my love?”

“Could I see your face now please?”

“Yes my love, open your eyes.”  You slowly opened your eyes to adjust to the light and finally could look at the face of your husband.  First thing you noticed were the coffee colored eyes staring back at you with hope and love. You absolutely love the way they crinkle in the corners when smiled, which was your second favorite thing now.  When you returned his smile you noticed a dimple on one side and your smile grew even bigger.  

“Din Djarin I love you.”

“I love you to my sweet girl, so you’re not disappointed with me?”

“Din…” you were going to smack his chest and realized he still had his armour on.  “ No silly I’m not. Who’s the one being self conscious now?”

“No one has ever seen my face, I got a little worried you might not like it.”

“You’re crazy, you know that right?”

“Now I do,” he sighed in relief and pulled you in for a deep kiss.  His hands followed the curve of your body from your hip to you the underside of your breast causing you to moan into the kiss.  Din pulled away to catch his breath, squeezed harder before he pulled your breast out the top of your dress. As Din played with your breasts, you slipped the dress down your body to let it pool at your feet.  You felt your husband’s hands start to trail down your torso while he took one nipple into his mouth and your hands flew to hair pulling him closer. 

“Fuck y/n, please baby let me make love to you tonight. I want to give you all of me tonight, I want to bear my soul to you and look upon yours as well.  I have loved you for a long time and I’m so sorry it took my stubborn ass so long to realize. Please, cyare, will you let me make love to you tonight?”

“Oh  Din Djarin it’s not just you, I could have said something to you as well.  If i had been a little more confident in myself,.....”

“No please don’t finish that thought, you are so beautiful sarad.”  Din’s gaze turned feral when he met your eyes once more. “Besides I already told you, I find all of you incredibly sexy.  From the curve of your ass to the pouch right here in front, to the swell of these plump tits. Which has been the best distraction from the beginning.  And those are just the physical attributes that caught my attention.”

“Din…” you moan at his words.

“ I have to say though, the one thing I’m looking forward to are those thighs.  I need them wrapped around my head with my face buried so deep in that delicious pussy.  I want to taste everything you have to offer baby girl.” He held your face in his hands and watched it turn the deepest shade of red.

“Oh my stars Din.” The two of you had fooled around some before you today, but hearing him talk like this had your pussy dripping.

“You want that mesh’la?”

“So much, I might not be the best at this though.”

“Cyare, we’re in this together, I don’t really have a lot of experience with this either.  We can practice all day till we are perfect for each other. As long as we are together I enjoy whatever we are doing. I love you so much my sweet girl.”

“Oh Din how did I find you in all the galaxies?”

“I do not have a clue, but I’m so thrilled to have found you.”  he said as he pulled back to look you up and down with complete lust in his eyes.  “Now…” Din held his hand out for you to step out of your dress and move the both of you to the bed.  Din started at your neck, his hand on one side with his mouth on the other. Up and down from the jawline to the juncture at your shoulder.  His other hand found its way down to your ass and pulled you closer to feel his hard length press into your hip.

“Din, please…”

“Yes mesh’la?”

“Please I need more please…”

“That’s a good start baby girl, and I will help you better by the time we are done.”  He finished shedding his clothes and pushed down onto the bed. “I’m going to have you screaming my name in pure pleasure before I consider letting you cum on my cock.  Right now though I’m going to fulfil my earlier promise.”

“What is that my love?”

“I want those gorgeous legs wrapped around my head.”  That man pulled a groan out of you that you had never known you could make before.  You had never been given a second glance by anyone, then this man covered in head to toe armour offered his hand to help you off the ground. From there you helped him negotiate through the market and the rest, well is history.  The child fell head over heels for you from the moment he saw you and Mando knew he couldn’t let you go. Skip ahead through some trial and tribulations and you both finally confess your feelings one night while running from some imps.  Neither of you thought you were going to make it out of that damn jungle and figured the other might as well know before you die. When you realized you both had a reason to make it out, things took a turn for the better. You couldn't tell where one person began and another ended that night on the crest, and either of you wouldn't have it anyother way.  

From that night on the both of you were inseparable and eventually he proposed a few months later.  The ceremony earlier was everything you could have hoped for. Cara and Kuill were there with a few other mandalorians gathered to witness a celebration of love in their new covert.  “Repeat after me ‘Mhi solus tome, mhi solus dar’tome, mhi md’dinui an, mhi ba’juri verde’.” Din’s helmet met your forehead for the traditional kiss, “ Ni kar’tayl gar darasuum, cyar’ika”

When you pulled yourself from your memories, Din was kissing on your neck trying to find a spot when your hips bucked off the bed.

“ Like that spot, sweet girl?”

“Yes!”  He bit into that same spot underneath your ear causing you to gasp and tangle your fingers in his hair.  Pulling on his hair earned you a deep growl from Din. He marked every inch of your neck that was accessible before moving on to your breasts.

“Din…” hands still tangled in his hair desperately tried pulling him closer to your body.  “Oh Din your mouth feels.. Fuu..” He pulled and bit on your nipple then moved to the other to give it the same attention.  “Please do that again baby.”

“You like that cyare,” Din looked right in your eye as he pulled a nipple to his lips.  

“Oh f..fuck yes baby.  Please Din don’t stop please.”  He gave your breasts just as many kisses as he did bites before he pulled off, much to your dismay.  A soft peck to your lips quite your whimper but not the fire.

“Don’t worry mesh’la I’m not done with you yet.  Told you I wasn’t going to stop till you were screaming my name right?”

“Yes.”

Din brought his hand down to your clothed pussy and rubbed, making your hips buck up to get more friction where you wanted it most.  He stopped at the top rubbing in circles sending shivers up and down your spine. “Y/n you are soaked sweet girl, does your pussy always get this wet when you think of me?”  You try and hide the red painting your face in your elbow, but he quickly pulls it away. “Please don’t hide from me sweet girl, I love you, and it means I’m doing this right.”

“Oh maker,...” he pulled your underwear and the cool air hit your cunt just right to make you shiver head to toe.  “You are Din, I have never felt more beautiful than I do right now.” Tears well up in your eyes as you sit up to give your mandalorian a kiss and while distracted he plunges a finger into your wetness.  Both moan with the other’s mouth when Din decides he needs to see the rest of you and pulls the beautiful white lace from your legs.

“Mesh’la, such a pretty site before me.  This pussy is the most amazing thing a person can lay eyes on,” he settles down between your thighs.  “And it is all mine.” Din growls out the last part before devouring the gift before him. Your thighs instantly clamped down on his head and he moaned into your cunt causing your hands to find his hair once more.  You weren't sure this time if you were trying to pull him closer or push him back, it was all too much at one time. A few more minutes of this treatment had you seeing the stars.

“Din..” He was right, he was going to have you screaming his name.  “Oh fuck, I’m cumming, Din… fu-fuck” You fell back on to th bed when your high started to ease up.

“How was that gorgeous?”

“So damn good, what do you think I actually screamed your name.”  His smile was as bright as the sun was during your ceremony this morning.  “Would you like me to return the favor?” You sat up reaching for his cock ready to try and devour what this man had to offer you.

“Not this time cyare,” a small look of disappointment crossed your face, “next time.  I’m ready to cum and I want to be inside before I do.” He reached over to the table beside the bed and watched him grab a condom.  You had talked about kids one day but 9 months from now was not the time. Laying back to catch your breath you watch your husband roll the condom down and crawl back over to you.  “Ready baby?”

“Yes.” you say shaking your head with a little hint of worry in your eyes.

“Now please tell me if it's too much or you need me to slow down, alright sweet girl.”  A quick nod of your head was all you could manage. As promised he took it slow, after the tip was in you put a hand on his hips and he stopped.  Really he needed it as well, you were so tight around his cock he wanted to cum then and there. When you removed your hand he pushed in a little further, he continued this pace till he was fully seated within you.  Both of you still for a moment just look in each other's eyes and take a moment to remember this is really happening.  

“Move please…” a quick kiss to your lips lets you know he heard you.  Din starts with a slower pace for both of you, slow powerful thrusts. “Please Din…” you have no idea what you are asking for but he seems to understand and picks up the pace a little.

“Oh fuck y/n I’m so close, baby please tell me you are.”  A nodding head and maybe a mixed in was all he needed to reach down and find your clit once more.  

“Din…” was all that was heard when you came hard around his cock.  He wasn’t but a couple thrusts behind you, hips still deep inside you before he hid his face in your neck.  Your husband finally pulled out and went to dispose of the condom. He came back to you a minute later with a warm rag to clean you up.  “That was amazing, husband.”

“Yes riduur it was pretty amazing.”  Din pulled you close to his body as he waited for you to fall asleep first.  A couple minutes later your breathing evened out and he relaxed into a peaceful night's sleep.  For once he slept all thru the night knowing he has his existing family, with more to grow on.

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CHAPTER FOUR

Title: Jane Doe Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance, mystery Summary: When everything goes wrong in your life, there’s only one thing to do: party until you pass out. Amber is having a hard time getting along in society and one night, she’s simply done with its bullshit. She goes to a club and finds this mysterious stranger, introducing herself as Jane Doe. With a force greater than the sun’s gravitation, Amber is drawn to the beautiful brunette as if she had been all that was missing in her life and tries to find out who she is… However, Jane Doe isn’t planning on going easy on her. Word count: 3300 Rating: M A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes, I’m not a native English speaker Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics Moodboard: x

They managed to get their jackets – hers being a beautiful beige coat that looked like it cost more than Amber made in a whole month – and get out of the club, never letting each other’s hands go. They had decided that it would be Amber’s place since the girl had given away that taking someone home whilst her sister was sleeping in the other room wasn’t very sexy. Since Amber had her own place – even though she had thin walls – it was quickly decided that they would go there, just to be safe. She knew it was normal to feel nervous before sex but she had never felt so utterly panicked. Even though this girl made her safer than anyone has ever made her feel in such a short period of time, the thought about showing off her body for her made her feel insecure. Amber had been all of her life ridiculed for her fashion sense and her boyish appearance. She felt like a woman but wearing revealing clothes was already a hard thing to do, let alone get naked. But during their walk home, the brunette kept squeezing reassuringly in her hands and it made her feel a little less like freaking out. They entered Amber’s apartment complex and moved upstairs. As soon as they had entered their apartment, one pair of beautiful chocolate brown eyes were pointed in her direction. It made her a bit uneasy. Now that the music was gone, they had gone oddly quiet. The amount of alcohol that ran through her veins had been already broken down a little by her liver and it made her head feel less clouded. The mysterious girl smiled knowingly, already guessing what was going on in her mind. “You can still send me away,” she offered, as she closed the gap between them slowly. Her glances reminded Amber of a predator on the hunt… slowly nearing their scared prey, ready to rip out their throat or open their belly with one flick of her wrist. Her heels slowly clicked on the floor. Each click made her tense her muscles more. Amber had trouble to answer. As the girl stepped towards her, she tried to step away. The problem was that her apartment wasn’t big and sooner rather than later her back bumped against the wall. She was forced to stay put whilst the brunette came closer and closer, watching her thoughtfully, still expecting an answer. “I-… n-no, just stay,” she stuttered, when they were belly-to-belly again. With her heels, she was just a little bit taller than she was, meaning Amber had to tilt her head a bit upwards. Her hand was cold when it slid into her neck, cupping her cheek. Amber watched how she let her eyes dwell on her lips. Her breath got stuck in her throat. “Good, I was already worrying you would send me away,” she said, with half a smile on her face. Amber swallowed audibly. She had to refrain herself from pulling her closer roughly and kiss her again. But without her little helper called alcohol, it was more difficult to let herself go like that. Amber shook her head though; the desire to keep her close and unravel all of her mysteries was still bigger than the uncomfortableness of doing something like this for the first time. She wanted her to stay until she could read her as if she had known her for years. The brunette suddenly closed the gap between them, causing Amber to step backwards in surprise until her back was entirely against the wall. It had no use, though, because the girl pressed her belly against hers. She kept one hand on the wall, to support herself. Amber was trapped between her and the wall and she wasn’t entirely sure if it was a bad thing. Amber felt her stroke with the tips of her fingers over the delicate skin in her neck, eventually pulling her closer when she couldn’t stand it anymore to just look at her lips and not touch them. Amber kissed back but it immediately felt off. The only sound in the room was their lips moving over each other and it made her painfully aware that she was about to have a hook-up with a woman. Back in the club she had still felt really tipsy and the music had drowned every other sound. It had been easier to kiss her when she had been lost in the moment. Now, that moment was over and she couldn’t get the feeling back anymore. It didn’t take long for the beautiful stranger to notice that Amber was having a hard time and she eventually stepped back. Amber immediately looked down, knowing fully well that it was her fault. “This feels very one-sided,” the girl said as she placed her hands on her hips, shaking her head. “If you don’t want me here, just tell me and I’ll leave.” “N-no,” Amber stuttered. “It’s not one-sided… It’s just that.. I don’t know. It’s hard to explain.” “I’m listening,” she said icily. Amber took a deep breath and looked up. For a moment, she was mesmerized by those deep, dark brown eyes. The coldness in them made her bite her lip softly. “I…” she started. She stopped again, not able to find the right words to express what went through her well. Amber refrained herself and decided to just throw it out, knowing that if she didn’t, she’d probably lose the mysterious girl. “I have never done this before…” she muttered, almost inaudible. “What, sex?” “No- I, I mean, yes. I have had sex, just not with a woman,” Amber elaborated clumsily. “I just don’t know what to do…” Her hard eyes softened immediately and a small smile formed on her lips. It grew bigger until it eventually couldn’t contain a light chuckle anymore. Amber looked down. “You thought I hadn’t noticed that already?” she asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest. With a slow strike, she closed the gap between them again. She placed her hands upon her cheeks, lifting her head so she was forced to look at her. The brunette sighed for a moment and bit sensually on her lower lip. “You’re so cute,” she muttered, before she closed in to kiss Amber. Clumsily, she placed her hands upon her hips, still a bit uneasy in this position. The kiss didn’t last long and when she pulled back, her mouth moved over to her ear. “I guide you,” she whispered. A quiver ran down Amber’s spine. Her eyes fluttered shut. “Just tell me what to do to make you more comfortable,” the brunette muttered. “Music,” Amber immediately answered. She found that her voice had become thick of sensation. She felt the other girl smile when their cheeks brushed together. “I suppose you have a speaker here, then?” she asked, as she bowed back. Amber nodded and immediately ducked underneath her arm to go and find it. As she set up the speaker, the girl plugged in her phone. She searched a playlist that fit the situation – obviously Spotify had a playlist that would settle down someone who’s nervous to have sex – and put it on. The song that filled the room was not one Amber knew but she immediately felt more in the mood. The instruments played a low and dark tune, accompanied by the heavy voice of a woman, hitting the base notes every once in a while. She pictured the singer singing the song in a velvet, bordeaux red dress and blood red lips. When she turned around to face the young woman, it seemed that her eyes had turned a shade darker, from chocolate to black. She walked over to the light switch and dimmed it, causing her small one-bedroom-apartment to be enveloped in semi-darkness. Amber was just able to see the contours of her body. The white of her dress seemed to glow. “Better?” she asked. Her voice had dropped a few octaves. Amber’s breath got caught in her throat. “Y-yes,” she stuttered. A small, smug smile formed on the brunette’s lips as she stepped closer again. Her heels clicked rhythmically on the wooden floor. With every click, Amber’s muscles tensed up more. When she was finally close enough to touch, it was almost unbearable to handle. Amber was the one to place her hands around her face and pull her closer. Their mouths connected in a wave of lust. She could feel the girl smile triumphantically against her lips. Suddenly, the sound of their kisses wasn’t at all so bad. Amber could feel a knot tie in her stomach, tickling her heart and her abdomen. Her apartment wasn’t large and within seconds they had found the bed. Amber was pushed onto her back as the brunette crawled on top, immediately kicking off her heels. The mattress creaked under the pressure of their weight. Amber had her arms wrapped around her small waist, keeping her close. With every movement of her hips, albeit just a small adjustment, a jolt of electricity ran through her body. Their heated breaths mingled in a way that turned her on even more. Eventually, she felt the tips of her fingers crawl underneath her shirt, stroking the soft skin underneath. They were cold and Amber gasped for breath, causing the other girl to chuckle. They moved upwards, her fingers trailing paths over her belly ever so lightly that it made goosebumps appear all over her body. Amber was naturally a bit awkward during foreplay, but the mysterious girl made her feel even more insecure. Not only was she a beauty unlike she had ever seen before, she also seemed to know exactly what she was doing. There was little that wasn’t completely controlled and whenever Amber responded by gasping or moaning, she smirked shamelessly. There was little the girl had to do to get Amber to the point where she didn’t want anything more but to make her unbutton her jeans, but that didn’t keep her from extending the foreplay until it almost physically hurt. Because Amber was still rather helpless, she had gotten rid over her own dress – not even needing Amber to pull down the zipper, because she was that impressive – leaving her in her black lingerie. It was nothing special, just a normal bra with hipsters, but on her they looked better than anything had ever looked on anyone. Unlike having sex with guys – who just wanted to bang as much and as soon as possible – the brunette paid a lot of attention to the small details; the touches; the little flick of the tip of her tongue around her hardened nipple. It all created so much more tension that by the time she had worked her way down, Amber was already panting and had accepted the fact that having sex with a woman was so much more better than having sex with a man. Her long fingers fumbling with the buttons of her black jeans were almost agonizing, even that little friction made her buck up her hips. It made the beautiful stranger smile even more smugly. She knew damn well what she was doing and Amber couldn’t even be mad at her for teasing her so much. Right before she was able to take off her shorts, Amber grabbed her wrist. “What’s your name?” she asked, for the third time that evening. The brunette raised her eyebrows for a moment, then grinned devilishly. “Why do you want to know? So you can moan it when you come?” Amber’s cheeks turned dark red and she let her go. The girl laughed and shook her head, pulling down her underwear with one simple movement. Amber didn’t lay long exposed under her gaze. Sooner rather than later, she had her back arched, a pair of fingers inside her and a grinning dark-haired beauty hoovering over her, placing feather light kisses in her neck. When Amber was done, she knew it was the young woman’s time to lay back and enjoy. The only problem was that Amber had no idea what to do. She had tried to pay attention to what the brunette had done to her but It had been incredibly difficult to note down what felt good and what felt less good. Basically, everything she had done had made her moan and had brought her closer to the edge. Amber had been too busy to pay attention and now she didn’t know what to do. Luckily, there was very little the brunette didn’t notice and it didn’t take long before she pulled her into a kiss and whispered in her ear that she’d help her – guide her. The thought only turned both of them on more and Amber was eager to start. Within a few more minutes, she could hear her own name escape from the brunette’s mouth in hot, breathy moans. Nothing had ever been so extremely satisfying and arousing as hearing the young woman mutter her name through gritted teeth as she squeezed her eyes shut, arched her back and tensed her body in pleasure. It was complete new experience to have someone have an orgasm by the things she did. With guys it was mostly their own actions that caused them to finish; the more and the heavier they thrusted, the earlier they came. Amber would, in fact, only need to spread her legs and nothing more was required of her. It was different this time and it was much sexier than it was to just spread her legs. When the brunette was almost at her climax, Amber finally got the hang of it a little and dared to do a little more, which resulted in the girl digging her nails into her shoulder and tense around her fingers not soon after that. Amber thought that they’d fall asleep after that, but she was proved quite wrong when she was pushed onto her back again. “Did you think I was just going to leave it with one time?” the brunette had asked her playfully. She had bowed down and sensually let her tongue run over her earlobe before whispering: “Don’t you want to make the most out of this night?” Amber had budged immediately. It took another hour and a half before they were finally done with each other. Panting, they laid side by side, Amber a little heavier than the brunette because she had been last before they quit. The blankets were twisted and knotted around their legs; it was too hot to pull them up to cover their naked bodies but it was too cold to toss it entirely to the side too. The bedsheet underneath them felt damp with their sweat and somehow that wasn't all unpleasant. The faint light in the back of the room and the moonlight were the only things that lightened the room which caused Amber to just make out the woman next to her. She didn't hesitate to let her gaze wander over her body: sprinkled with little drops of sweat, she seemed to shine like a chrystal with the moonlight falling onto her skin so beautifully. There were a few red stains ruining the picture; places where Amber's teeth had made bitten down onto the delicate skin in a moment of lust. She wondered if it would bruise up tomorrow or whether it would just stay slightly red; a reminder of their night. “Are you going to stay the night?” Amber asked. She tried to hide the hope in her voice but it was in vain. The mysterious woman turned her head and smiled. She propped herself up on one elbow and kissed her tenderly. “If that is what you want,” she said, after they broke apart. Amber looked at her for a moment, knowing fully well that she never wanted her to leave anymore but hesitating to say that, then took the blankets and threw them over their naked bodies. The girl smirked and turned to her side, giving Amber the space to lay down next to her and become the big spoon. Amber wrapped her arms around her tiny waist, pulling her body closer to hers. It felt like they fit perfectly, like their lips also fit each other’s perfectly. Almost as if they were made to do so, Amber wondered. She immediately pushed that thought out of her head. If she wouldn’t tell her her name, then there was no chance of them sharing more than a one night stand, was there? “What’s your name?” Amber muttered in her ear after a while. The brunette looked up to her and smiled weakly. “You’re persistent, aren’t you? Why, if I may ask?” Amber shrugged. In the semi-darkness, her dark pupils seemed to have turned black. They weren’t uninviting, though, but rather comforting. The only indication Amber had that made her realize this wasn’t all a dream was that the beautiful stranger had her fingers twisted around hers, holding her hand tightly. “You intrigue me.” Amber was surprised that she could answer so quickly and that she was so sure of her case. It made the girl laugh softly; a tinkling sound that she hadn’t heard often that evening. She had seen her smirk, smile and grin but she hadn’t heard her laugh before. Amber found herself dazzled by the sound for a moment. “What do you think will happen once you know my name?” she asked Amber. “Nothing would happen. It’d only take the mystery away, it’d take away the adventure and the romance.” “You act as if we’re participating in a drama,” Amber murmured, a little bit disappointed. The girl smiled and took her face in her hands. She bowed down and pressed a soft kiss upon her lover’s lips. “Tonight, we can pretend to, if we want to. Let me have it my way for once, tomorrow we will have to get back to our dull lives and pretend to like it. I like this and I want this, but it’s a luxury a girl can afford only once in a while.” Amber frowned. “Were there more like me, then?” The brunette chuckled and wiggled her eyebrows playfully. “Who knows? Does that bother you?” “Yes,” Amber immediately blurted out. Yes, it bothered her. Yes, she wanted to be the only one. It was hard to deny by now. The girl’s eyes sparkled mischievously. “Why would it bother you? You don’t even know me.” “But I want to.” She laughed, for the second time that evening. Amber noticed that her eyes squinted together in an eye-smile whenever she did that. The girl pressed another kiss against her cheek. “Cuddle with me,” she said, as she laid back down again, pulling Amber along with her. With a sigh she positioned herself around the brunette, taking on the role of the big spoon. Amber pulled the blankets over their naked bodies – which have grown cold during their conversation – and let herself enjoy the feeling of her skin against the soft material of the sheets. “Will you be there in the morning?” Amber asked, as she closed her eyes and let her head rest upon one of the pillows. She heard her lover smirk. “Who knows?”