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justagirlwholikesadam · 5 months

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Missing My Werewolf Husband

A/N: David Thewlis has taken over my mind lol. Enjoy - L

Summary: After two weeks of Remus leaving to teach Hogwarts. He finally comes back.

WARNING: Being married, smut, breeding, NSFW, SFW, angst

Word Count: 2.7K

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Remus was happy when he got an offer to teach in Hogwarts. The money would help a lot, that’s what he told you as you helped him pack. He notices your quiet demeanor as you fold his dress robes neatly to avoid any wrinkles. You had even patch a few holes on them in the morning.

He calls out your name as he sits on the edge of bed. His heart breaks into two when he notices how red your eyes are. You were trying your hardest not to cry. You were happy for him, yes. The money would be nice, yes but you didn’t care about that. As long as you had him with you everything worked out.

Both of you had settled in his little cottage after graduating Hogwarts and after the war. The cottage was small but it was everything to both of you, making it into your home and using magic for a few repairs. It was paradise and it was a place where Remus could transform every full moon.

“I’m sorry.” You cried softly and he goes close to you in the middle of the bed wrapping an arm around you so you can lean against him.

“Don’t cry, love.” He tells you as he kisses your forehead and hugs you. You hug him back, laying your head on his chest.

“We can send letters. I’ll see you every two weeks when I'm settled down in school and you can use the floo too. Dumbledore was kind enough to add it to my chambers, he said he will connect it with the one in the living room.”

Remus cups your face with his hands, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. You look up at your husband, his blue eyes are filled with his own tears. You pushed his sandy brown hair away from his face so you could kiss him.

Remus was the first to pull away and leans his forehead against yours, his hands going down to touch your arms. “You’re scaring me. You’re not going to leave me if I go, right?” He asks. You shake your head before answering him.

“No, I’m not. I'm not going to leave you not after all the work and time I spent trying to convince you that I love you.”

Remus lets out a chuckle as he kisses you again. You were right, you were in love with him since you were children in school. He knew he was in love with you the moment he saw you on the train to Hogwarts. As he grew he believed that he didn’t deserve to be loved. He didn’t deserve to have friends because of what he is. He didn’t deserve to have someone so beautiful and kind hearted like you but you managed to change his stubborn mind.

“Sometimes I think it’s a dream being married to you. I'm scared of waking up one day and finding out you're not mine. I don't deserve someone like you.” He confesses as he thinks about how you manage his moods when a full moon is near. Helping him clean and dressing his wounds for him after a full moon.

He thinks about the late night you wait outside for him. His chest fills with warmth as he remembers how you learned to make homemade chocolate for him.

When the day comes for him to go to Hogwarts, both of you couldn’t stop from crying. Remus didn’t sleep the night before. He watched as you slept after an eventful night. He traces the love bites marked on your skin, your eyes are shut but your lips are a bit open. He uses his thumb to pull your bottom lip before touching your face again.

Giving you a last kiss before boarding the train he looks out the window to wave at you. He finds an empty cart and places his luggage and suitcase above the seat. He watches out the window as he sits down, with his head against the window. He sniffs before wiping his tears with the back of his hand. There were so many memories about this train, his friends, his life in Hogwarts when he was younger. He can hear Lily and you talking about Charms while Sirius and James planned their next prank. He smiles at the thought of you cuddling with him on the train after graduating from Hogwarts. He feels his eyes grow heavy and he enters into a dreamless sleep.

It was two weeks later and Remus was filled with anxiety. He had sent you a letter on his first day of Hogwarts, telling you all about his position and about the students he is teaching. He wrote to you the next day that he couldn’t sleep the first day there because you weren’t there next to him. You weren’t there to cuddle him and scratch his back. You weren't there to run your fingers through his hair to help him fall asleep.

He found himself daydreaming about you during his breaks and meal times. To make matters worse, Moony missed you too. He can feel it, the wolf needed to be with his mate. Two weeks felt so long, he hasn’t touched you, he hasn’t smelled you. He hasn’t tasted you.

He graciously thanked Dumbledore and the elves for properly connecting the fireplace in his chambers to the fireplace to his little cottage. He quickly used it when they left.

Remus calls your name when he walks into the living room of the cottage. It’s quiet and he calls your name again. Looking in the kitchen and finding nothing he decided to go check the bedroom. The door is open and he can hear you humming. Calling your name again, he looks inside to see you on the bed.

He smiles wide when he notices you. You’re wearing one of his dark gray cardigans. It’s big on you, all of his cardigans are oversized. He saw your bare legs and saw the cardigan was half zip up, showing your cleavage.

You’re holding a book in your lap and he notices the Walkman near you. You’re wearing headphones and now he knows why you couldn’t hear him. He’s surprised you still haven’t seen him, especially when he walks into the room. He slowly starts to make his way up the bed and crawl to you. Feeling the bed dip, you looked ahead and you let out a yelp. Ripping the headphones off your head and pushing the book to the other side of the bed, you throw yourself onto Remus making him laugh as he lays flat on his back on the bed. You had crawled on him, sitting on his lap and kissing him.

Remus moans as he opens his mouth to deepen the kisses. He cups your face, tugging you closer to him as he turns his head to the side to slip his tongue in your mouth.

He looks up at you when you pull away. “Hi.” He says making you smile.

“Hello, Professor Lupin.” You said in a teasing tone as you looked down at him. He smiles at you before puckering his lips at you so you can give him another kiss. His hands find their way onto your legs and rub them up to your hips. He hears you squeal when he pulls the thong before releasing it, making it snap back against your skin. He grows hard at the thought of you home wearing only his cardigans and a thong on.

“Remus.” You whisper to him as you grind yourself against his crotch.

His eyes harden when you sit up straight, staring intensely at him as you bring a hand to the zipper of the cardigan. Pulling it completely down, Remus helps you, pushing the cardigan off of your shoulders showing him your bare chest. You hear him whine before pulling you toward him. He latches on one of your nipples as he uses his hand to pull the other one.

You moaned as he licked and sucked your nipple. Your moans turns into a giggle when his mustache tickles your nipple as he makes out with your breasts.

You can hear Moony growl as he licks the valley between your breasts all the way up to your neck. Remus pulls away to kiss your mark. Nuzzling in your neck, he quickly turns around making you laid down on your back. He spreads your legs wide open for his frame.

Remus doesn’t wait, he’s always been impatient when it comes to touching you. He feels you pulling his tie as he kisses your neck, his eyes roll in the back of his head when he feels you cup him though his trousers.

“Take this off, baby.” You tell him and he obeys you in a hurry. Removing his tie, throwing it over his shoulders with his shirt and sweater. Your eyes watched the scars on his rib cage expand as he took a deep breath. Remus’ body was a work of art to you. His fair skin was a canvas, some of his scars were pink, some were red and others were darker color. You love all of it, you kissed every one of him, even the ones on his back and legs.

You have kissed the ones of his handsome face. You watched as Remus kicked his shoes off and took his trouser off. You bite your bottom lip as your eyes wander down to his light brown happy trail, it disappears under his pitch tent boxer.

Wanting to taste him so bad, you felt his hands grab a hold of your ankle tugging you to the edge of the bed. You call out his name, laughing as you see him with a grin. He knelt down between your legs, his nose bumps with your cunt. He kisses it over the small fabric of the thong.

“Remus!” You moan when you feel his tongue licking your slit, he nips the fabric and uses one of his hands to pull it to the side. He latches on to your clit as he slowly slid two fingers in you.

Throwing your head back when you felt Remus hitting that sweet spot in you. You can’t help yourself and grab a hold of his hair, pulling him closer to your cunt. He moans at your action and eats your cunt messy. You don’t say anything when Remus rips the thong off your body. Another pair down the drain, you joke to yourself but you should have known better. Remus doesn’t like it when your sweet pretty cunt is covered. You blush as you remember what he told you. “Prettiest fucking cunt. You smell so good. Don’t cover up.”

Remus watches you as he comes back up, leaning over you. He kissed you and you moaned at the taste of your cunt on his tongue. He pulls away and signals you to get in the middle of the bed with his head. You quickly do and whine when you feel him slap your ass. Remus is quick to remove his boxer and follows you into the bed. Your head hits the pillow as he gets on top of you. Remus tells you how much he missed you as he kisses your neck. His hands go under, behind your knee and push them up to your chest.

“Let me..” Remus knew what you were going to ask. He would have loved your mouth on him but not right now. Two weeks without you, he needed you now. He needed to be inside of you.

“I’m so hard for you, already.” He tells you and you follow his right hand. He's jerking himself off. His cock looks so pretty and pink, he’s uncut and you can see the precum dripping out of his slit.

“You haven't cum in these two weeks?” You ask him and Remus shakes his head, pouting at you as he continues to touch himself.

You reach out for his cock. Going under to cup his balls making him moan. “Balls are heavy with cum, baby.” You whispered.

“You're going to give it to me right? You're going to give me all that cum you store for two weeks?” You asked him and Remus’ face turns red from your words.

You had a habit of making him blush red from your dirty words. “Yes, please.” He whines as you gently give his sack a squeeze.

Removing your hand, Remus gets closer to you, your legs are draped over his thighs as his cock hovers over your wet cunt. You moan softly when you feel him playing your clit with the fat head of his cock. He gives it a few slaps against your clit and pussy lips.

“Remus.” You cry his name out feeling impatient. He gives you a smirk at your plea to hurry up.

He quickly leans down to capture your lips as he slides himself in until the hilt. You cry out in his mouth at sudden movement. Remus fucks you as he's on top of you. His arm is behind you, your head is laying on his forearm as he watches your pretty face. He holds the edge of the mattress with his other hand, gripping it tightly as he thrusts in and out of you.

“Baby.” Remus whines as he looks down to see his cock going in and out of your pussy. What a lovely sight, a sight he missed so much. Letting go of the mattress he goes to your left breast fondling it as he continues.

You can't help but cry as he fucks you. Remus looking at you, his pretty blue eyes staring down. You feel him so deep in you in this position, his heavy balls are slapping your behind while rutting into you wild. The growl he gives you doesn't scare you one bit, it makes you clench around. Remus pants your name, you feel him tremble as you grab a hold of his thighs to help you stay in place. Remus' harsh thrust makes the box spring of bed squeak loudly. Your toes curl up when you feel his thumb on your throbbing clit. Remus leans back to see you come undone on his cock as he keeps fucking you. His hand becomes drench when you cum.

“Oh fuck-fuck.” Remus whines as he releases your clit and quickly leans back over you, his arms go under you to hold you close to his chest. He hides his sweaty face in your neck. You hold on to him for dear life as he catches up to his own release. Remus shouts your name and he gives you one harsh thrust and holds himself deep inside of you.

Remus is breathing heavily, he whines to you when he feels you stroking his back with both hands. He can hear you calling his name out softly trying to catch his attention. He moans as he feels his legs start to ache from holding this position but he ignores it. He lifts his head up from your neck and looks down at you. Your cheeks are flushed and your hair is tousled. He hums when you bring your hand to brush his own hair out of his face not minding how damp it was from his sweat.

“I missed you.” Remus hears you whisper.

“Me too. Me too, Y/n.” He croaks out to you before giving you a kiss on the lips. After a few moments, he’s off of you. He keeps kissing you softly, enjoying your warmth and your presence. He wipes you clean, carefully to not hurt you. Remus tries to push back Moony but the wolf inside of him is satisfied with the sight of your wet puffy cunt, blobs of his cum dripping out and wetting the blanket under you. With a warm damp cloth he wipes you with it, he gives your mound a kiss when he finishes.

You listen as Remus tells you about being back to school as you lay with him on the bed. He has his right arm around you as you laid on his chest. You trace the scars on his chest as he spoke. You catch sight of his left hand when he touches his lower stomach. The golden wedding band shines in the light and it makes you smile, you were so happy he was back. Oh merlin, how you missed your werewolf husband.

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natriae · 3 months

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Oh to make out with omi omi like it’s so messy and hot and surprisingly he love it too. Maybe one day u are having drinks and things get heated. OMGGG a roommate au fuckkkkk my mind goes burrrrrrrrrr

NO FRR needy omi makes me go brrrr

I'M SO SORRY FOR NOT WRITTING THIS SOONER

WARNINGS: 17+, BONER ALERT!!, drinking

Friday nights with your roomate weren't unusual. The two of you often going to the fanciest bars in Tokyo with the best views. You'll have to thank the Volleyball Association for his hefty paycheck. The two of you didn't get to see each other often between you pursuing your master's degree, Kiyoomi traveling and his tough practice schedules. The most interaction you guys have had in the pass month was passing him in the hallways. Him always being half dead and you... well you weren't in the best shape as well.

So you decided that the last friday of the month was Omi and Y/N time. While you wanted to spend this time showing him how greatful you are he took you in, omi had the idea of going to "better" establishments. By better he means 3 star michelin restaurants... the ones you can't afford.

Yes, it was nice to see that his name allowed the two of you to experience these beautiful places, but as of lately these seemed more like dates rather than two roommates catching up. Not that your opposed to a date with Omi. Have you seen his body? But he's seen you at your worse. Crying to him at the bar in Ongiri Miya about how your getting evicted from your apartment and how your behind on loan payments. He's seen you sick and begging for him to get you toilet paper. If anything he probably takes you to these places to be his wing woman.

One too many drinks later, and the two of your are stumbling out of the restaurant to his luxurious car. Kiyoomi was much better at hiding his drunkenness than you where. The street lamps were just dim enough to hide the pink dusting his cheeks.

All of your weight pressed into his side while he attempted to keep you upright. "Y/N you need to work with me," the taller man grunts before decides to lift you up over his shoulder. "we need to go home," he breaths into the chill night air.

"whoa, big boy take me on a date first," you giggle into his back. Hitting one of his butt cheeks with the palm of your hand.

You're flipped back upright once you reach his car. He opens the back door and tosses you in. It takes a moment for your brain to register that he got in next to you. "why aren't you driving?" you question, laying your head on his shoulder.

"I'm drunk...gonna wait till I sober up a bit," he states closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. Always so responsible. "Also we live together, and that was a date, so I wouldn't be in the wrong," he says sternly looking down at you.

Popping your head up you look at him with furrowed brows. "what do you mean that was a date?"

"Was it not?" He questions, more so to himself than to you. While Kiyoomi is lost in his own thoughts yours run wilding thinking of all the times the two of you have gone out like this. He never said any of these were dates...

You watch as Kiyoomi's adam's apple bobs in his throat. If his face wasn't flushed enough it's clear now. His ears bright red as he stutters out his next words. "d-did you not want this to be a date?"

Did he really think these were all dates? You attempt to look at him in the eyes, yet his fail to meet yours. His head remains looking at the window leaving you with only the view of his red ear. Memories flood your mind in attempt to find the word date leave his mouth during any of your plans. Yet all you can remember are the times Kiyoomi was left stressed he wouldn't have time to shower and change, how he spent an abnormally long time on his hair, or how he always would sneak his card to the waiter so he paid for your meal.

"Hey, look at me," you whisper, lightly moving his chin to face you. His pupils widen over his already dark eyes making them look like perfect tapioca pearls. "we're these all dates?" did you want these to all be dates? Kiyoomi nods his head slowly, and you drop your hand from his face. Unwanted touch was not the man's specialty, yet his hand drops to yours. Placing it back on his cheek, as he looks into your eyes.

"I didn't know how to ask you, and I definitely drank to much tonight," his face flushes more as he rubs your hand softly. "Miya told me to ask you tonight, but i was.."

"Kiyoomi you can say you were nervous," you whisper in the dark car inches from his face.

"never," he smirks. That's something you can tease him about tomorrow. You want nothing more then to kiss the stupidly handsome man. "didn't think you'd like me.. you know with my habits," he states barely loud enough to hear.

"how can I not, at least i know you don't have shit stains," you giggle, leaning closer, noses almost touching. He giggles with you, a sound you don't get to hear often. The deep breath he takes is almost enough of a distraction for you to miss the way his eyes flicker down to your lips.

"Kiyoomi"

"huh" he responds on autopilot.

"do you wanna kiss me?" you ask, eyes widening like that of a doe.

"may I?" the gentleman in him asks. Not even a second later your leaning completely into him. Leaving a soft kiss on his lips. His eyes remain shut after you seperate. Your nose still touching his, a small smile escapes as you lean in to kiss him longer. His hand comes to rest on your neck to push you futher into him. You may have broken Kiyoomi.

He bites your lower lip as his hand leaves your neck to wrap around your body while his other hand grabs your thigh to help situate you on his lap. Both of your hands hold his face as you deepen the kiss. You can't help, but strattle him while your tongues explore each others mouths. It's mess and sloppy as saliva drips from the corner of your mouth. His large palms move under your dress to kneed your ass. Your not even sure this is your Kiyoomi with the way his hand slaps, strach that, spikes your ass. Kneading the flesh before repeating the action. Your left unbuttoning his shirt as he begins to trail kisses down your neck. His hands go to waist to push your heat to his hard on.

They were right, it's always the quiet ones.

Your hands tangle in his hair as your left grinding onto him. At this point your dress is bunched up around your waist, allowing Kiyoomi's hands to play with the string of your thong.

Kiyoomi's deep breaths lead you on as you kiss down his neck. "y/n, y/n, not here," he breathlessly rasps. He hears your whine as you grind a little harder into him. He laughs before bringing your face to look at him. His hairs a mess, shirt halfway unbottoned, and his breathless. What god do you have to thank for this sight.

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miraclewoozi · 8 months

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ELECTRIC. - y.jh

your best friend is many things. smart, funny, empathetic, a complete and utter pain in your ass to name but a few. and on the evening of his twenty-eighth birthday, you discover something a little unexpected: jeonghan is very afraid of thunderstorms.

pairing : jeonghan x fem reader. content : f2?. smut. fluff. a bit of angst. comfort. (MINORS DNI) w/c : 6.3k warnings : swearing. jeonghan has astraphobia / a fear of storms (for a brief period, he's a little fragile). intentional lowercase. smut tags utc. PLEASE let me know if i've forgotten anything. notes : happy birthday to this sweetest of sweethearts. i would chew my right arm off if he asked me to. (barely proofread. if you see a typo, no you didn't.<3)

smut tags : pussy drunk jeonghan (my beloved), no real power dynamics but jh is a cocky mf and a bit of a dick, panty sniffing hehe, fingering, oral sex (f rec), reader is turned on by the storm. they're very unserious about it.

the lead actors meet in a kiss. the screen fades to black. so ends yet another round of your annual birthday movie nights.

jeonghan reaches for the remote and silences the end credit theme to the film you’ve just finished watching at the same time as you lift your head up off his shoulder, stretching high above your head and letting out perhaps the loudest yawn (-stroke-moan) of your life. your joints ache from too long spent in one, rather cramped, position, your eyes feel heavy in the late hour. the room falls almost silent around you both, save for the harsh splashing of rain against the windows.

(this really doesn’t help the fact that you’re seconds away from falling asleep.)

“what did you think?” jeonghan asks, stretching his long legs out in front of him.

“not my best pick,” you say, scrunching your nose a little. “not my worst, either.”

your best friend gives a short ‘ha’ of agreement, finally standing up off the couch. “couldn’t have said it better myself.”

he gathers up the takeout boxes currently decorating his coffee table and grabs the now empty drinks glasses with his free hand, grunting softly as he stands fully upright again. you see him trying to roll out a kink in his neck and laugh from where you’re still settled comfortably in the couch cushions.

“you’re going stiff in your old age,” you tease him, grinning brightly. he fires a look at you that simultaneously dares you to keep going down this path, and yet also, tiredly agrees. “remind me to book you a good massage for your birthday next year.”

he grunts something that sounds suspiciously like an instruction to go fuck yourself as he takes his leave from the room, carrying everything that needs to be thrown away or washed up into the kitchen. you busy yourself on your phone while he’s gone, deciding to check in on your weather app. you quite like the rain and you’re really not that worried about driving home in it; you’re just curious how long it’s going to last for.

in the delay of the app opening, a series of bright flashes bounce off every single wall in the living room. when you glance outside, the rain is falling harder than before; barely ten seconds later, a thunderclap roars through the ajar windows and you feel it all the way down into your tummy.

you don’t have a chance to excitedly run across the room to get a look at the storm, though. a loud swear and the sound of crashing glass stings your eardrums before the rumble is even over. instead, you’re bolting through in the same direction jeonghan disappeared off in just moments ago, your heart having taken dangerous residence your stomach.

“what’s wrong?!” you ask as you skid around the corner in your socks, just managing to catch yourself from sliding straight into the wall at the end of the hallway. “i heard a—”

you freeze, then, falling silent. jeonghan is gripping onto the kitchen counter like his life depends on it with both shattered glasses laying at his feet; he looks like he’s seen a ghost, all white-knuckled and clammy and pale-lipped. it’s terrifying.

“hey,” you say, slowly making your way into the room, mindful not to startle him and even more careful not to stand on one of the many shards on the laminate. “what happened? are you okay?”

he nods, weakly. swallows hard. blinks a few times, curls and uncurls his fingers, steps back from the counter.

“yeah,” he breathes eventually, uncertain and still visibly shaken. he wipes his palms on his sweatpants and looks over at you, forcing a smile, but you’ve known him for entirely too long to be sold on this terrible performance. “i, uh-...”

but jeonghan stops short, shaking his head, running out of words to say. for a moment, you think maybe he’s about to apologise; that’s the shape his lips make, anyway. you cut in before he gets the chance.

“it’s okay,” you say, leaning one hip up against the counter. “go sit down, i’ll clear all this up. watch where you stand, though.”

“you don’t have to–” he starts, but you interject before he can even entertain the idea of cleaning the mess himself.

“i know i don’t, but i want to. go. i’ll only be a minute.”

begrudgingly, he agrees; you grab the broom from his kitchen cupboard and start slowly sweeping the broken glass into a dustpan while he carefully steps on the safe parts of the floor and makes his way back through to the living room. you make reasonably quick work of everything, emptying the fragments into the bin on top of the takeout boxes – all that’s left by the time you’re finished a couple of minutes later, is to try and figure out what caused all this in the first place.

jeonghan isn’t an easily shaken individual; you know this from years of experience. he seems to be able to catch you every time, without fail: whether he’s just popping out at you from behind a door and making you yelp, or he’s near-on giving you heart failure by texting you that something terrible has happened and that you need to come over, immediately, only for said ‘terrible’ thing to be that he got really comfy on the couch without making any popcorn. but regardless of all the numerous ways he manages to terrorise you, you’ve never, ever managed to do the same back to him.

he’s always shrugged off your attempts, bragging that he just isn’t afraid of anything. so… you’re not really any closer to finding an answer at the time of going back through to the living room with your backpack slung over one shoulder.

“you wanna tell me what happened in there?” you ask, sitting down next to him on the couch. you’re sure his posture is supposed to be an attempt to convince you that he’s absolutely fine, now, but jeonghan looks stiff and is outright refusing to meet your eyes, despite your best attempts. again, unfortunately, you aren’t so easily fooled.

“i just came over dizzy,” he lies, doing his best to play it down. “maybe i stood up too fast and had a delayed reaction, i don’t know.”

“i’ve known corpses get up faster than you did, hannie,” you deadpan, laying one hand by his knee. “come on. that’s crap.”

he doesn’t quite jerk away from you, but you do feel his thigh muscles tense under your touch. you slide your palm down onto the couch between you instead in an effort to make him a tiny bit more comfortable.

“it’s nothing,” he tries. “really. it’s–”

“jeonghan–”

“y/n.”

the room around you falls silent, both of your stubborn personalities at a stalemate. he won’t talk, and you won’t let him stay quiet. it’s been this way for years. since you were teenagers, even. you’d think he would have learned by now. (he hopes that you might have, too.)

but, there is a fact at play that makes you stop staring him down, and you relax your shoulders slightly as you sit forwards.

“i’m only letting this go because it’s your birthday,” you sigh, clasping your hands together. “if it was any other day of the week–”

“yeah, yeah. trust me. i know.”

there’s an edge to his voice that almost sounds like your jeonghan. like the teasing menace you know and adore. almost. it’s missing something. missing his usual spark.

“i swear to god, though, if i find out you’re sick and you’re not telling me,” you mutter under your breath. not quite under your breath enough, mind – he hears you perfectly, and you can see, out of the corner of his eye as you start to rummage through your backpack for your car keys, the way his ears prick up.

“don’t be stupid, i’m not sick,” he says. the truth in these words, specifically, is evident in the weight of his voice, in the way his fingers brush against the small of your back. “i swear.”

“pinky swear?” you ask, turning to look at him over one shoulder.

he holds out his little finger on his right hand for you, both eyebrows raised in a silent challenge. you pinch your lips tight before hooking your own pinky through his, leaning in and pressing a short kiss to the pad of your thumb. the way you used to when you were kids. ‘you really can’t break those.’ he used to say. ‘they’re like, triple the strength’. saved for really important promises. when he does the same, you know you can believe him.

“okay,” you concede, going back to your search. “in that case – i think i’m gonna head on home before the roads get flooded.” you had to learn the hard way that the drains in this part of town aren’t known for their ability to handle much more than a middling rainfall.

somehow – always, somehow – buried at the very bottom of your backpack, you manage to find your keys and your hand curls around them as soon as you feel one of the rough edges against your fingertips. it’s barely been three seconds since your announcement, but jeonghan has managed to shuffle right into your personal bubble anyway and is now sitting with one arm pressed fully against your own.

“i don’t know if it’s safe to drive when it’s like this,” he says quietly. “it seems dangerous.”

“i think i’ll be okay if i leave, like, soon,” you try to reassure him.

“you think,” he repeats, narrowing his eyes at you.

“i’ve driven in so much worse, believe me,” you say. “don’t worry, i’ll be careful.”

“why don’t you just stay the night?” he offers. “you’re not working tomorrow, are you?”

“i’m not,” you confirm, and you do genuinely consider the offer for a moment before deciding to decline. “but i need a shower, and–”

jeonghan interrupts you, a little too quickly. “you can use my shower, i’ve got spare towels. i’ll sleep on the couch. don’t drive in this.”

“hannie, stop worrying,” you laugh, starting towards the door. “i promise, i’ll go slow and i’ll text you the second i’m home.”

“y/n,” he sighs, stepping towards you, jaw tense. “please. just this once.”

you swallow, looking all over his face, trying to figure out what train of thought the cogs behind his eyes are turning in tune with, why he’s so stressed about this. you’ve never known him behave like this sober. (you’ve only ever known him to be like this once, at all, and he tried to kiss you, then, so–)

“i really…” you start, only to be interrupted by another brilliant white flash. your eyes dart to the window just in time to see the lightning bolt through the clouds, and you feel your face noticeably soften in wonder. barely four seconds later – it’s getting closer – the loudest thunder clap you think you’ve heard in your life drowns out every thought you’ve ever had.

every thought, except the sudden pressure of jeonghan’s fist around your forearm. every thought, except the stuttered gasp he lets slip. every thought, except the sudden fear in his too-wide-eyes.

oh, you think, realisation dawning on you as the blunt press of his nails grows just a fraction softer in time with the end of the rumble. that’s…

“it’s okay,” you say softly, taking a step closer to jeonghan and opening your arms for him to step into. “it’s okay. i’m here.”

he falls against you like an unsteady house of cards, his arms tight around your back and his head buried into the place in your shoulder where it fits the best. you’ve never seen him like this, and you’re not really sure what to do with yourself; he’s always been the sturdy one, between the two of you. he’s always been your rock. there’s a little bit of an irony in how he’s always been the one to help you weather the storm, but with the shoe on the other foot…

“how can i help you?” you ask, trailing your fingers up and down his back, not really sure that he can feel you through the thick material of his sweatshirt but you’re trying your best, anyway.

he squeezes you tighter, buries his head further down into your shoulder, takes a few shaky breaths in through his mouth and screws his eyes shut a little more before he makes his request.

“please stay with me.”

if your heart wasn’t aching for him before, it most certainly is now. you nod to the room at large, hoping jeonghan can feel the movement even a little. you don’t loosen your hold around him, though: you let your best friend cling to you for as long as his muscles will allow before they start to ache and he has to step away.

“come with me,” you say once he’s finished running his fingers through his hair, trying to set it back to rights. “it’s okay.” you hold one of your hands out to him and he takes it, albeit apprehensively; giving his palm a squeeze with your own, you guide him through the apartment towards his bedroom.

“what are you–?” he asks, and despite his earlier hesitance to hold onto your hand, he doesn’t want to let go of you now you’ve reached your destination. he just stands next to you, fingers threaded through yours, looking at your face with tired eyes and a lifted brow.

“grab your bedsheets,” you tell him, shaking your hand free. “and your pillows. we’re gonna make a fort.”

“a what?”

“a blanket fort,” you say. “to hide from the storm.”

he doesn’t say anything for a moment, and for a brief second, you think maybe the idea has offended him. his face hasn’t lifted into the smile you sort of expected it to; instead, he’s just staring down at his bed as if he’s trying to will himself out of existence.

“we don’t have to do all that,” he says. “it’s… that’s way too much?”

“it’s your birthday,” you counter. “and i want to make you a birthday fort. like we used to, when we were kids. it’ll be fun!”

he gives a little sigh, but it’s not one of sadness or exasperation with you. it’s defeat. except, you think if you could taste it, you’d be able to pick up a tiny lacing of sweetness in his exhale.

“fine. you’re building it, though.”

you think it’s safe to say that perhaps, you’re a bit out of practice. you distinctly remember this being much easier when you were young: throwing bedsheets and blankets over the couch and propping them up with chairs or broomsticks. the forts that you would make as a child were, truly, a sight to behold: you used fairy-lights to decorate one, once, and it still remains one of your most prideful projects to date. the slight catastrophe that sits in jeonghan’s living room by the time you’ve finished laying out the last few pillows is… more a cave, in your opinion, and not a very pretty one, but you emerge from it smiling anyway and jeonghan looks at you so fondly that no matter how rubbish it is, it’s worth the half an hour you spent putting it together.

“what do you think?” you ask, sitting back on your heels.

“it’s not your best,” jeonghan teases as he walks towards your monstrosity masterpiece, critically eyeing the ‘roof’ that would definitely fail any kind of health and safety audit. “but it’s not your worst, either.”

a bright smile lights up your face as he drops down to his knees and crawls inside the space alongside you, letting the ‘door’ (a particularly thick blanket) fall down behind him. one of the (many, many, many, many, many) problems you encountered was trying to make one of these to fit two grown adults, but with him tucked away inside with you and a few flashlights to prevent you from being plunged into darkness… ignoring the potential for it all to come collapsing in on you at any given time, it’s surprisingly comfortable.

you lay back against the pillows first and jeonghan follows soon after, a weirdly gleeful smile playing at his lips as he does. he curls into your side and you talk, and talk, and talk. about everything. about nothing. it doesn’t really matter.

you’re not quite sure why, but the deep roars of the storm outside don’t seem to bother jeonghan quite as much in here. maybe it’s because he’s not alone, and there’s no imminent threat for him to be: maybe your company really is making a difference. he still reaches for you every time there’s a particularly loud clap, still closes his eyes and takes a series of deep breaths until his stress passes, but for whatever reason, he feels significantly less tense.

and when, after the third boom, he decides just… not to let go of your hand? who are you to try and force him?

there’s… just one problem, though. you’re ecstatic that the storm isn’t bothering jeonghan as much, now. that he can talk absolute nonsense to you in your private little hideaway, that he can lean his head against your shoulder and chuckle at your bad jokes and even crack a few of his own. genuinely, you could not be happier. for him.

but there was more reason than wanting to sleep in your own bed that had you desperately trying to get home before you realised the gravity of your best friend’s situation.

with every new growl of thunder outside, something low in your stomach twists, accompanied by an ache, a warmth, a throbbing between your thighs. at first, it was easy enough to battle through. you kept telling yourself that the thunder never lasts too long, that you could get through this without jeonghan being any the wiser, that everything was going to be fine. but now, almost an hour later, the buzz of electricity in the atmosphere and the entirely-too-addicting scent of your best friend’s fabric softener has you feeling hot enough you could faint.

you twist and shuffle over and over, hoping to find a position that eases the throbbing. it’s fine, you think, taking a deep breath and praying to every deity you can recall by name that jeonghan doesn’t notice your discomfort. i can do this. it’s fine. just a little while longer.

a spectacular boom sounds through the apartment and jeonghan’s fingers tighten around yours so much that, against all your better judgement, you let out a loud gasp. not out of pain, though – no, you wish. if only it was that easy. ha. no – as he squeezes your hand, images flash through your mind of him being the one to relieve you of the tension building up beneath your skin. of him gripping and grasping and tugging, thrusting, tasting, adoring. your throat runs dry and you squeeze your thighs together desperately, pinching your lips tight, willing your pounding heart to calm the fuck down. willing your cunt to stop drooling into your panties.

“fuck,” you breathe when he finally lets go. you feel him shuffle at your side and prop himself up on one elbow, looking down at your face with mild terror written into the lines of his own.

“i’m so sorry – did that hurt?” he asks, searching your eyes for any kind of clue. you wish he wouldn’t. surely, you think, pressing your tongue harshly against the roof of your mouth, surely my pupils are blown to oblivion, right now.

you shake your head, not trusting yourself to speak.

“are you sure?” he asks, slowly running his fingers down your arm, moving to take hold of your hand again if you’ll let him. you flinch, the drag of his nails akin to an electric shock – like being struck by lightning, you tell yourself – and he snaps his hand back straight away. “what’s wrong?”

“nothing,” you hurry, pushing yourself up to sit (almost head-butting him in the process) and groaning at the way the seam on your jeans rubs against your clit. who wears fucking jeans to a movie night? what absolute moron–

“do you feel okay?” jeonghan questions, sitting fully upright now too. “do you think it was the foo–”

“oh my god, please,” you whimper, bowing your head, letting your hair fall around your face, shielding you from him. just a little. not quite enough. “please. i’m fine. stop asking. i’m fine.”

“said everyone, ever, who was in fact – not fine,” jeonghan quips. “do you need water? i can help, just talk to me–”

“jeonghan,” you snap, whipping your head back up. your face feels hot and you don’t know if you’ve ever felt this tense before in all your years on this earth. all your muscles are tweaking in anticipation for something that most certainly is not going to happen, and you really need him to stop talking in that deep, smooth, caring voice. with immediate effect. for the love of god –

…and heaven above, the penny drops.

jeonghan’s concerned expression turns to one of complete shock and you cover your face with both hands, trying so desperately hard not to be perceived by him in this most humiliating of moments. he doesn’t say anything for a second, and you tell yourself that he’s probably trying to find either a terrible joke to ease the tension or a way to tell you to go home. you don’t know which would be worse, but it’s only a matter of time until you find out.

therefore, you definitely don’t expect him to pry your hands away from your cheeks, and for his shit-eating, impishly charming, handsome-as-fuck grin to be the first thing your eyes land on when you open them.

“really? thunderstorms?” he asks, close enough that you feel the breaths that his words don’t quite steal. “that’s your kink?”

“it’s not a kink,” you whine, throwing your hands down either side of you. he doesn’t release his hold on your wrist, though. “come on, don’t be–”

“of all the things you could be into,” he says. oh, he’s back. he’s back with a vengeance. you suppose, really, you should be glad that he’s feeling more like his usual self, but the fact that it’s at your expense? that there’s no-one else around for him to turn on instead? that this is your topic of conversation at ten past midnight on his living room floor?

“hannie, please,” you huff, lips drawing downwards into a frowning pout. the ache isn’t going away. why isn’t it going away? why is this cocky, smirking version of your best friend making you feel even hotter under the collar? what’s going on? “don’t you think i’ve suffered enough?”

“not even nearly,” he says, sitting up on his knees, resting his palms on his thighs. “since when? how did you even fig–”

boom.

and his jaw falls slack, watching you squirm.

you’re quite literally fighting for your life. or, at minimum, for your friendship. because, really, you could jump jeonghan’s bones right now and you don’t actually think he’d turn you down (something to be filed under: thoughts that are not making this any easier). but that’s not what you’re trying to do; you’re trying to help him feel better, and take his mind off his fear, and when he pulls his bottom lip between his bottom teeth before speaking –

“okay, wait. hear me out.”

to both of your surprises, you do. you don’t try and protest, which he was sort of expecting you to do. you don’t tell him to shut up, you don’t try and get away from him. you sit there, eyes wide, hands curling into the blankets beneath your slowly numbing ass, and you wait for him to continue.

“i can help you.”

your heart shoots up into your throat and you struggle to swallow around it. your breaths are heavy, laboured, your lips parted and a little swollen from how you’ve been biting at them for the past hour and a bit.

“you don’t have to–”

“shut up, y/n,” he says dismissively, crawling in front of you and lifting your hands away from the bedding you’re kneading (pathetically, in his professional opinion) like a cat. “listen. you’ve helped me so much tonight, you don’t even know. let me return the favour.”

“hannie…”

“hannie,” he whines, in a poor imitation of your voice. “hannie, i only helped you because you needed me– is that it? look at you, y/n. you’re a mess.”

if this were anyone else, you’d be livid. not only at the way he so effortlessly makes fun of you, but at the fact that he accurately finished your sentence without having anything more than an affectionate nickname to work from as a hint. you don’t know what to say, suddenly stunned into silence, but it’s all right. you don’t need to say anything; he keeps going.

“you need me. let me help you – look. it’s my birthday.”

he wants this, you think to yourself, growing slightly concerned by the way your heart continues to hammer in your throat. he wants… me.

you give one slow, but definite, nod of your head and jeonghan’s grin grows from cocky to genuine. he crawls until he’s right up in your space, lifting a hand to your cheek, and you forget how to breathe for a moment as he looks you in the eyes with more heat than the mid-august sun.

“lie down,” he says, pushing that last little bit closer and capturing your lips in a kiss. it’s short, but mind-boggling. your brain goes totally blank when he pulls away. “it’s okay. i’ve got you.”

but you do as he says and shuffle around the little fort so you’re on your back, head resting against one of the many pillows you’re grateful you brought in here with you. he crawls on top of you, then, caging you in with one hand either side of your head, settling with one of his knees slotted between your just-parted thighs.

“okay?” he asks, searching your face for any signs of discomfort or worry. he doesn’t find any, though – he’s met only with a perhaps too enthusiastic nod and your hands playing at the hem of his sweatshirt. he chuckles, bending down to kiss you again, a little deeper this time, a little longer. open-mouthed and hot, swiping his tongue over your bottom lip, dropping onto one elbow so his torso lies almost flush against yours.

“easy, tiger. taking care of you, right now.”

you sigh as his lips start to descend down the column of your throat, and you press your shoulders back into the blankets to try and push that little bit closer to him. one of his hands slips beneath your own shirt and his palm comes to rest flush against your hip, dragging his thumb in small circles over your skin.

“this,” he mumbles into your collarbone, tugging the neckline of the garment between his teeth for a moment so you know what he’s referring to. “off.”

“bossy,” you mumble, your body cold all of a sudden as he sits back away from you and you tug your t-shirt off over your head. as you do, he reaches behind his neck and tugs off his sweatshirt as well before he tosses it up near your head, out of the way.

now, this is certainly not the first time you’ve ever been around jeonghan without anything covering his top half, but it is something that you rarely get the chance to see. if it’s not the fact that he’s chronically freezing cold, it’s because he’s grown emotionally attached to some of the baggiest tops known to mankind, or he’s worried about getting a sunburn so is still covered up at the beach. for one reason or another, this just isn’t something you’re blessed to see very often, and he looks so good you almost forget that it’s him.

of course, that only lasts until he says something really fucking dumb. in other words, all of about three seconds.

“how… practical,” he says, eyes trained down on the bra covering your tits. in a way, it’s probably a good thing you’ve snapped back to your senses, because you once again find yourself thinking that if this were anyone else, you’d have told them to get off you and never call you again.

but why is jeonghan, of all people, criticising your choice of comfy underwear… weirdly endearing?

“sorry,” you grunt, making no effort to hide the (flesh-toned, full-coverage, entirely too old) bra that he’s looking at like it’s personally offending him. “didn’t expect to need to impress, tonight.”

“don’t be sorry,” jeonghan says, shaking his head as he unpops the button on your jeans and tugs them down over your hips. “just… do better next time, yeah?”

you laugh so suddenly, so abruptly, so loudly that you choke on your own spit and end up coughing a little, propping up on one elbow to try and relieve the burn in your lungs as he continues to work your pants off your legs. by the time he scrunches them into a ball and puts them to the side, too, you’ve managed to catch your breath, and gasp out, “next time?”

“next time,” he nods, making himself comfortable between your thighs. he lays one palm on the inside of each knee, pushing them as far apart as your hips will allow, before he brings one hand over your covered cunt and drags his thumb up and down your slit.

you don’t even get a chance to ask why he’s so sure there’ll be a next time. he skillfully works you through the material and in seconds, has you tipping your head back into the pillows, moaning at the overwhelming feeling of finally being touched.

“so fucking wet,” he sighs, feeling your arousal through the cotton of your underwear, pressing the material between your folds. his thumb circles your clit over and over, the pressure just right – not so light that he’s teasing, not so hard that you’re squirming away from him. hell, if you knew he was this good, you’d have dragged him into bed years ago.

“come on, hannie,” you gulp as he starts to work his thumb faster, starts to massage at your inner thigh with his other hand. “need more…”

well, he doesn’t need to be told twice. you lift your hips and he tugs your panties down your thighs, unhooking them from around your ankles. you expect him to, you know, return to business, but he does something just a little bit unhinged first and brings your soaked underwear up to his face. you hear how deeply, how loudly he inhales, the subsequent groan he gives even louder, and you swear the reason you end up bumping his hip with your knee is to bring him back to earth, because it actually feels like he’s forgotten you’re lying right there.

“i’ll do it myself, in a minute,” you threaten, and jeonghan grins wickedly down at you as he lowers your panties down to join the rest of your discarded clothes.

“no you won’t,” he tells you – he tells you? – , finally now lying down between your legs, just inches away from your glistening cunt. “god – as if i’d ever let that happen.”

“i swear– ” you start, half a second before one of his fingers presses against your hole. you stop talking with a gasp, a hand flying to your chest and squeezing against your tit. just like that. in a heartbeat, you’re done for.

he seems intent on gathering as much of your arousal on his fingertip as he possibly can, running it through your folds, pressing it inside you, smearing your slick all over and then some like a fucked-up painting. only once he’s satisfied does he finally start to work his finger in and out, pressing his lips just above where your clit is begging for his attention.

“don’t play stupid,” you chide him when he looks up at you through his lashes, eyes wide and feigning innocence. “if you can find it through my underwear, you can find it now.”

“bossy,” jeonghan tuts. “what’s with the rush, huh?”

and he adds another finger to the first, both long and elegant and reaching spots inside you that your own physically can’t. you keen against your will, hips reacting of their own accord, trying to fuck your pussy down against his hand. he makes no effort to stop you.

“m’not gonna beg,” you tell him. “just – fuck, get your mouth on me. now.”

to his credit, he does.

and more to his credit, being eaten out has never, ever felt this good.

the hand not grasping at your chest shoots down to tangle in his long, silky hair, and jeonghan moans loudly against your pussy as he laves his tongue everywhere he can. over your clit, between your folds, slipping it inside your hole in place of his fingers – he’s relentless, slurping and groaning and finding some sort of insane stamina from somewhere deep in his soul. you swear to god, this is not the man who sometimes falls asleep with his light on because he doesn’t have the energy to get up and turn them off.

within a matter of minutes, you can feel the coil in the pit of your stomach growing tighter and tighter, your walls fluttering around his fingers, your moans and whines only getting louder by the minute. your legs are shaking. your thoughts are little more than static, and him. at some point – you don’t know when –, jeonghan reached around your hips to pull your thighs together and clamped them around his ears, mumbling against your clit something to the effect of to help with the thunder. (you don’t mention that there hasn’t actually been another thunder crack since he started making out with your pussy. it doesn’t feel relevant, somehow.)

every time you tighten your thighs, every time you squirm, he hugs you tighter against his cheeks and you just end up humping against his tongue. something tells you maybe that was the plan all along?

sparks of energy start to prickle all over your skin as you teeter on the edge of your high. your fist tightens in jeonghan’s hair, your breaths become fewer and further between. it’s frankly a bit of a miracle you’ve even managed to last this long – you held back as long as you could, determined to milk as much of the pleasure his hands and his mouth so skillfully bring as you can. just in case there’s no next time, but… hell, do you hope there is.

“hannie, i’m–” you gasp, his fingers curling upwards again and resuming their earlier assault on your g-spot. “fuck, hannie, i’m so close–”

“mm, have been for a while, huh?” he asks, drawing his mouth away from you, licking his tongue over his arousal-slickened lips. “you’ve been holding out on me.”

“yeah, but-... i wanna come so bad,” you swallow. jeonghan flicks his tongue out over your clit again and you jolt up into the touch. “please, don’t stop.”

“won’t,” he promises. and it’s the last thing he says before his lips meet your pussy again and he brings you over the edge into the most electrifying of climaxes.

by the time you’ve stopped twitching with the aftershocks of your orgasm, jeonghan is sat up on his knees again, softly massaging at your hips with his thumbs. your vision is still kind of fuzzy at the edges when you glance up at him, and for a moment, with a hazy outline and an amber glow behind him owed to the flashlight you set at the entrance to the fort, you think he looks a little too much like an angel.

“where the hell did that come from?” you ask him, fighting against the squirming in your belly. fighting against the sensation that feels a little too much like butterflies.

“really?” he asks in a breathy laugh. “that’s-... i mean, do you actually want to know, or…?”

you mull this over for a moment before crossing your arms over your eyes and concealing yourself from his view, shaking your head. one part of you is morbidly curious as to how he got so good at giving head. the other part of you is too busy trying to gather the brain cells he just sent flying across about eight different dimensions.

“i think you’ve broken me, jeonghan,” you breathe, feeling more than seeing him lie down next to you again. his lips press sweetly against the curve of your shoulder. warmth radiates from that one spot, all over your body. you smile, like a complete loser.

what’s worse is that you really don’t mind.

“is that a yes, then?” he asks, slinging an arm over your waist. you turn your head to look at him, eyes crossing a little with how unexpectedly close he is.

“yes to what?”

“to next time,” he says. his grin matches yours and you nod your head at him, yes. in your peripheral vision, you notice how he lifts one hand, extends his little finger. straight in front of you, you see both of his eyebrows raise.

you pinch your lips tight before hooking your own pinky through his, leaning in and pressing a short kiss to the pad of your thumb. the way you used to when you were kids. ‘you really can’t break those.’ he used to say. ‘they’re like, triple the strength’.

saved for really important promises.

“to next time.”

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The Case Continues

A/N: Thank you for ALL the love and support on my latest fic!!!! ♥ After not writing for a year it felt weird to write again but y'all have been so sweet, so truly thank you to all of you. I just finished 2 of midterms and there was this guy behind me on one of my tests coughing like crazy so now I am sick. While I should take this opportunity to study for the LSATS now that I am stuck in bed, I just had to continue writing. As long as you all continue reading I am more than happy to continue writing. If you want to be added or taken out of the taglist please DM me :)

P.S. : I used the stars to break down the sections for myself as I wrote and kept them in, if they are weird or unhelpful let me know so I can get rid of them and as always feedback is always welcomed

Taglist: @happy74827 @princessvader15 @hashcakes @malfoys-demigod @yiiiikesmish

Word Count: 5.5 k

Warnings: sexual harassment, cursing, pet name like sweetheart, mentions of food and eating (any more warnings that I missed please let me know)

There will be a part 3 after this one, still writing it but if you haven’t please check out the Part 1: The Stress of a Case

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As you finished the last bite of your meal in Rachel’s office, a comfortable silence settled between you and Harvey. Harvey leaned back in his chair, and a sense of relief seemed to wash over his face, "You did well today, Y/N. We'll get through the Jackson case. I promise. Whatever it takes.”

You offered a small, appreciative smile, acknowledging the sentiment. "Thanks, Harvey. It means a lot."

You stared at the clock and the realization that it was time to head home crept in. Harvey, ever the gentleman, offered you a ride, “Come on, I’ll take you home.” He stood up moving the desk back to how he found it and picked up the trash.

However, your need for control and familiarity after the recent panic attack made you decline the ride, "Thanks for the offer, Harvey, but I think I'll take my own car tonight."

A small, almost imperceptible frown flashed across Harvey's face, quickly replaced by his usual composed expression. "Alright." was all he could stammer out.

After parting ways, you walked towards the parking lot, keys in hand. As you drove home alone, a subtle sense of curiosity lingered. What if you had accepted Harvey's offer? What could have unfolded in the confined space of his car, free from the walls of the office?

The thought nagged at you as you navigated the familiar streets, feeling your head cooling off. Rolling down the window to allow the fresh air to overflow your senses There was a part of you that wished you knew the answer, a desire to unravel the mysteries that lay hidden beneath the surface of your professional relationship with the Harvey Specter.

The next few days went by pretty fast. All days felt the same . It was a routine of restless nights as your mind was clear yet foggy on your night with Harvey. Nervous yet excited on what the following days would bring. You woke up early every day to go to your favorite coffee spot. But every day you spent it at your desk going through Amir related emails and one day you spent the day researching organic cat food for Louis. You haven't even had the chance to really see or talk to Harvey, not that you were keeping track ( 3 times he has spoken to you).

But about 10 days after the incident, here you were, standing in the elevator, expecting to be another calm day of going through Amir’s associates emails with Rachel.

But when the elevators dinged, the beautiful face of Donna Paulsen appeared as the door opened. She stood there waiting for you and without saying a word she turned on her heel and gestured for you to follow her. And like a loyal puppy you followed Donna through the corridors, her signature click-clacking heels echoing in the hallways as you tried to keep you.

As you walked, Donna’s voice boomed, efficiently providing a rundown of the latest developments in the Amir Jackson case. Apparently, Amir had signed a contract with his brother-in-law’s firm, and Harvey was currently breaking it down in his office to find any potential weaknesses or loopholes. You were confused but eager to understand your role in all this, so you did your best to keep up with Donna's brisk pace. The details of the case were important, but the question of why Donna was sharing them with you lingered in the back of your mind.

Donna approached Harvey's office, she shot you a sly smile and motioned for you to enter. The door creaked open, revealing Harvey Specter engrossed in his work. Donna whispered, "You wanted to be in the big leagues; well, here you go."

Harvey was seated at his desk, a stack of papers spread out before him. Mike Ross was leaning against the wall, and both turned their attention to you as you entered.

Donna, standing in the doorway, mouthed, "You got this."

It dawned on you—this wasn't just an update on the case. Donna had orchestrated this moment for a reason. You were being given a seat at the table, an opportunity to contribute to a high-stakes strategy session. The realization sent a surge of adrenaline through your veins. Harvey was keeping his word after all.

Harvey and Mike acknowledged your presence, you straightened your posture and mentally prepared to engage in the battle of wits that lay ahead. You are ready to keep up and prove your worth beyond your typing skills.

Mike walks up to you handing you a file, and you take a seat. Knowing the breakdown you take out your colorful pack of highlighter ready to color coordinate. Purple for potential loopholes, yellow for things to research, blue for important dates and green for contacts.

Harvey couldn't help but notice you being meticulously organized. With a smirk, he quipped, "Really, Y/N? Color-coordinated highlighters? Are we in kindergarten?"

You, shot back with a playful smile, "Well, Harvey, some of us appreciate a little order and aesthetic appeal. It's called professionalism."

Harvey raised an eyebrow, intrigued by the quick retort. "Professionalism, huh? I prefer the classic black and white approach. Simple and effective."

You without looking up from your file said, "Well, Harvey, sometimes a splash of color can make things more interesting. Maybe you should try it sometime.” Reaching down to your highlighter bag you pulled one out handing it to him, “Here, I think pink suits you”

He takes it from your hand, not backing down, “You know if your legal skills were as efficient as your highlighting skills we would be done with these files already”

You retorted, “Well, Harvey, if your people skills were as smooth as your hair, we'd have won the case yesterday."

Mike, who had been silently working, looked up with a bewildered expression, unsure of how the banter had suddenly transformed into a flirtatious exchange. He blinked, processing the unexpected turn of events.

Harvey leaned against the table and raised an eyebrow. "Smooth hair, huh? You're just jealous, Y/N."

"Oh, please," you replied with a smirk, "I've seen smoother hair on a mannequin."

Mike, now thoroughly confused, looked between Harvey and you, trying to decipher when this banter became a new development.

Before anything can go any further there is a knock at Harvey’s door, it was Rachel. After hearing from Mike about your little fainting incident, she was kind of overbearingly persistent on making sure you were eating and were okay no matter how much you told her you were fine. Despite your reassurances that the incident of passing out was a one-time occurrence and that you were doing better, Rachel continued to express her care in thoughtful ways.

Today was no exception. Rachel asked to borrow you for a moment. Excusing yourself from your work, you followed Rachel outside the office. She had a warm smile on her face and a bagel in her hand, with your name on it.

"Hey, I know you said you're doing better, but I thought you might need a little pick-me-up," Rachel said, offering you the bagel.

You couldn't help but smile at Rachel's thoughtful gesture. "Thanks, Rachel. You really don't have to keep doing this, but I appreciate it."

Rachel chuckled, "I know I don't have to, but I want to. Consider it my way of making sure you stay fueled and ready to tackle anything."

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While you were outside having that conversation with Rachel, Mike couldn't help but seize the opportunity for a little teasing. Looking at Harvey with a mischievous glint in his eyes, he remarked, "What was that?"

Harvey, ever the master of composure, shot Mike a sharp look. "Shut up and focus, Mike," he retorted, trying to divert attention back to the files.

Mike, undeterred by Harvey's attempt to change the subject, leaned back with a playful grin. "Oh, you're definitely focused on something," he said, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

Harvey rolled his eyes, realizing that he might have just opened himself up to a barrage of teasing from Mike.

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You returned to the office with the bagel in hand, you tucked it away in your bag without giving it much thought. However, Harvey's raised eyebrow didn't go unnoticed. He questioned, "Aren't you going to eat that?"

Unbeknownst to you, the hesitation stemmed from a lingering unease about eating near files, especially in front of Harvey—thanks to the hot Cheeto incident. Harvey, catching on to your reluctance, decided to assertively intervene, "Eat."

You raised an eyebrow, teasing, "Bossy much, Harvey?"

Harvey quickly adds, “Well I am the boss”.

Mike, always quick to jump into the banter, chimed in, "Hey, wait a minute. Rachel didn't get me a bagel."

Harvey, in his usual deadpan manner, responded, "Deal with your relationship drama outside the office”

Mike mumbled to himself though directed at Harvey “you deal with your relationship drama outside the office” as he turned over to the next file.

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Without hesitation you grabbed another file, opening it up you saw on one of the clauses of the contract that it said, “Keep an appropriate reputation”.

You spoke up, “Have we been able to contact his brother in law?”

“Louis is currently on that”, Harvey said nonchalantly.

“Louis?!?!”, the shock in your voice was not hidden at all as your hand went to cover you mouth,

“See even she is shocked’’, Mike gestured towards you as he closed his file.

“Mike you are going to have a deposition with Amir in about an hour and I got to prep you. As much as I'd rather have you do it,” Harvey eyes quickly glance at you before returning to the file in his hand, “I don’t have time to walk you through it, plus Jessica said I have to throw Louis a bone”, Harvey mumbles the last bit.

You nodded, understanding that you were too green to already start interviewing people without supervision.

After an hour of underlining and highlighting things they may be able to use against him, Harvey dismissed you and Mike to prepare for meeting Amir. You gave Mike a questioning look as you exited the office.

The door closed and you could have sworn you heard music playing.

“He has a whole routine when he has a stressful case”, Mike said as he handed Donna a piece of paper to fax.

“Whoa, you are just going to share Harvey’s secrets like that”, Donna added.

“She is part of the group now, she deserves, nay she needs to know”, Mike defensively argued

Donna playfully rolled her eyes and all you can do is laugh.

“Imma go to the conference room and set everything up”, Mike then turned on his heels.

“Why are you meeting with Amir?”, you couldn't help the question come out of your mouth.

“Jessica and Harvey believe he is trying to get in our heads”, Mike causally stated like this is somehow normal, “anyway see you afterwards”.

You headed down to the bullpen with a couple of files in hand for you to review. The bullpen was empty, you saw a memo on your desk that Jessica was holding a mock trial for the associates. You believed she was doing this to boost morale. It's been 3 weeks since the Jackson case was first assigned and every day the stress of the case becomes more evident in not only the partners but everyone.

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All that can be heard was the click-clack of your keyboard as you diligently worked on a memo at your cubicle in. A man walked it, he didn't go unnoticed as he leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his face.

"Working hard or hardly working, sweetheart?" he said with a smug grin.

Startled by his words, you looked up to fully take in this strange man, his eyes flickering with a hint of amusement.

"What can I do for you?", you let out an annoyed breath.

He wasn't unattractive, tall, seemed to be built, his dark hair slicked back and his tan figure was highlighted with a beautifully tailored suit.

He ignored your attempt to deflect his trashy pickup line as he leaned in, invading your personal space. "You know, I am here to see Mike Ross, but I would rather be seeing you. What do you say we grab a drink sometime?"

You noticed a wedding ring on his hand and that added to your discomfort which was palpable, and you glanced around, searching for a way out of the situation. Amir Jackson was standing right before you in all his dirty lawyer glory. Before you could respond, the familiar sound of a door swinging opening caught your attention. Harvey Specter stormed into view, his expression colder than the usual glacial demeanor he reserved.

"Amir, what the hell do you think you're doing?" Harvey's tone was razor-sharp, his eyes narrowing as he assessed the situation.

Amir straightened up, his confident facade faltering in the face of Harvey's iciness. "Just trying to get to know the beautiful talent that sits before me" he replied, attempting to play it off.

Harvey's jaw clenched, and he stepped forward, his presence dominating the small cubicle. "This is not the time or the place for your personal agenda. We're here to work, not to entertain your attempts at charm.", emphasis on the word attempt.

Amir chuckled nervously, realizing he had crossed a line. "I didn't mean to cause any trouble, Harvey. Just thought we could all use a break."

Harvey's stare could freeze time itself. "Save your charm for the courtroom, Amir. Now get lost before I decide to make this a legal matter."

Amir hastily retreated, leaving the cubicle, heading upstairs to interview Mike.

As soon as he was out of earshot, Harvey's gaze softened ever so slightly as he turned to you. "Are you okay?"

I nodded, grateful for Harvey's intervention. "Thanks, Harvey. I didn't know how to get rid of him.” You left a pause before continuing, “Though he was cute”, it was your attempt to lightened the mood

But it seemed that you failed as you could have sworn that Harvey’s eyes darkened.

“Don't tell me he is your type?” Harvey glares, trying to play it off as a playful intrigue. Though behind those words were sharp undertones of jealousy.

Was your type arrogant lawyers? Oh god, you thought to yourself.

“I mean if we are being honest”, you were already regretting the words coming of of your mouth, “I wouldn’t mind drinks with him, if you know he wasn't-”

“A dirty slimeball”, Harvey interrupted.

“I was going to say married but hey your words not mine”, You shrugged as you smiled, tilting your head up to look at him.

Like a switch any sign of a normal human being verison of Harvey goes back to a cold exterior Harvey ", Get back to work. We have a case to win."

Suddenly, the sound of approaching footsteps shattered the silence. Louis Litt barged into the bullpen, a triumphant expression on his face. "I got it, I got it!" he declared, his voice echoing through the walls.

Harvey shot him a stern look. "What do you mean, Louis?"

Louis beamed, brimming with excitement. "I met with Amir’s brother in law and we have a plan"

"Louis, I don't like that look on your face. Well, actually, I don't like your face, period," Harvey retorted, his patience wearing thin but shot you a mischievous look as you let out a small laugh.

Just as Louis was about to unveil his plan, you received a text from Rachel, asking for assistance upstairs. Seizing the opportunity to excuse yourself , you made a quick exit, leaving Harvey to deal with Louis's eager revelation.

As you walked away, you overheard Louis saying, "Can I just tell you my plan?"

You missed Harvey's response that carried a tone of indifference, "Louis, I am a lawyer, not your babysitter. You don't need to run your ideas by me. Just do whatever it takes to win."

"Whatever it takes," Louis echoed, his enthusiasm undeterred as he practically skipped out of the room, eager to set his plan in motion.

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The next day, as you were on your way to the copy room, Louis Litt beckoned you into his office. The air in the room felt different, an unusual tension hanging in the air. Louis, with a somewhat secretive smile, asked for your help with a deposition. He believed you were the perfect candidate to handle the client interview. He said he will be there to supervise it all.

Despite the lingering suspicion about Louis's true intentions, you were eager to prove your skills and showcase your capabilities. With determination in your eyes, you took the file full of questions that Louis prepped for you into the conference room, ready to face the challenge. As you were coming round the conference room, Louis excused himself to the bathroom saying he was going to be right back and to start without him.

As you entered the room and set up the camera, you were met with the unexpected sight of Amir Jackson—the person you would be interviewing. Suppressing the internal alarm bells, you maintained a professional demeanor and focused on the task at hand.

"Good morning, Mr. Jackson. My name is Y/N, and I'll be conducting the deposition today. Please make yourself comfortable," you greeted, doing your best to project confidence.

Amir acknowledged you with a nod, “Oh trust me. I remember you. I can't forget a face like that sweetheart”.

You couldn't shake the feeling that there was more to this deposition than met the eye. As you pressed record on the camera, a pit forming in your stomach as you felt that you were part of a bigger scheme that Louis had formed. But you continued on.

The questions came to an end and Louis was nowhere in sight. You think you did a good job but you really hoped you would have some help guiding you. You were reaching over to turn off the camera when Amir made his way around the table, invading your personal space as he placed his hand on your thigh. You felt disgusting, but you gritted your teeth and tried to remove his hand. His grip just got tighter.

“Mister Jackson, you are married and I am not interested so please let go”, you remained calm.

"This isn't the first time I've given in to another woman's temptation," Amir whispered, his hand slowly making its way up higher. . The situation escalated, and you attempted to stand up, desperate to distance yourself from his unwarranted advances.

Just as the discomfort reached its peak, Louis Litt stepped into the room,

"We got you now, Amir," Louis declared, a self-satisfied smirk on his face.

Louis revealed that the entire encounter had been captured on camera, since the little red button was still going and Louis left his dictaphone as well. There was enough proof of the man Amir really was

The revelation startled Amir, who looked like he was ready to erupt in anger at being caught.

But a last Amir stammered trying to get his words together.

“I think you should make some calls”, Louis said, his smile not faltering.

Amir, now furious, stormed off, leaving you alone in the aftermath of the orchestrated confrontation.

Anger boiled within you. You were mad at Amir, you wished you had the strength to have slapped him or yelled at him but you froze, your mind was whirling running 100 mph before you can truly comprehend what was going on. Now that it was over you were a teapot full of steam. Ready to blow. The more you thought about it, the more your frustration became directed at Louis.

His dramatic reveal. His smirk. This was the plan all along and you were just his puppet. He knew this was going to happen, he wanted this to happen.

"Why the hell did you put me in that situation?" you snapped, the intensity of your emotions evident.

Louis, unfazed, responded, "It was Harvey's idea. We had to win the case, and trust me this”, he gestured to you and the empty door, “ sealed the deal”

Your anger shifted, now directed at Harvey Specter, the architect of this manipulative plan. The lines between professional strategy and personal boundaries blurred, they have been blurring. But this, this felt like the lines were being drawn all over again, You took a deep breathe as you were left grappling with the aftermath of an uncomfortable encounter.

You stormed out of the conference room.You were shaken and in desperate need of someone to confide in. As you walked down the hallway your bubbling emotions made every step a struggle. In your mind, the need to talk this out with Rachel outweighed any confrontation you might have had with Harvey.

Focused on reaching Rachel's office, you were determined to leave the unsettling incident behind. However, Mike Ross, perceptive as ever, intercepted your path, concern shown across his face.

"Hey, are you okay? What happened back there?" Mike inquired, his voice laced with genuine worry.

The overwhelming emotions made it difficult for you to articulate your feelings. When Mike reached out to grab your hand, hoping to offer some comfort, a reflexive flinch escaped you. The subtle gesture spoke volumes about the impact of the encounter.

"Don't ask like you don't know," you managed to utter, your tone heavy with frustration and disappointment.

Mike was left dumbfounded, his attempts to provide support met with an unexpected defensive response. As you stopped in your tracks, you turned to face him, meeting the bewilderment in his eyes.

"I was Louis’s bait but if this was Harvey's idea, lord knows you were right there beside him. Batman and freaking Robin," you added, the accusation hanging in the air.

Mike's expression shifted to curiosity as he raced down the hall to Harvey’s office, needing an explanation. What the hell did you do now Harvey, Mike thought to himself.

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You sought refuge in Rachel's office. Rachel offered a comforting presence. You recounted the events, finding solace in Rachel's understanding.

"I can't believe he used you like that. I'm so angry on your behalf," Rachel said, her support unwavering.

As Rachel provided a comforting presence for you, on the other side of the office, Mike Ross stormed into Harvey's office, his frustration evident. Ready to give Harvey a piece of his mind for giving Louis the idea to use you as bait, Mike's accusatory words were poised on the tip of his tongue.

But Harvey, surprised by the accusation, defended himself. "What are you talking about, Mike? I didn't allow Louis to do anything."

Before Mike could continue, Harvey's tone softened. "How is she, Mike? Is she okay?"

Mike hesitated, admitting, "She's shaken up, Harvey."

Without sparing another second, Harvey stood up, determination etched on his face. "I need to find her."

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The atmosphere in Rachel's office was heavy as you sat there, still visibly shaken from the encounter with Amir Jackson. You found comfort in spinning your bracelet around your wrist.

Rachel, ever the empathetic friend, suggested a visit to the bakery you both loved, a subtle attempt to bring a touch of sweetness to the somber moment. As she left to fetch the cookies, you stayed seated at her desk chair, staring out of the window.

Harvey stepped in to check on you. The air seemed to crackle with unspoken tension as you looked up, frustration written across your face. You turned back to the window refusing to look at him.

You couldn't hold back the surge of emotions that spilled out. "Fuck you"

You were always so poised, always so put together, Harvey couldnt and wouldnt lie that hearing your curse did something to him. But he scratched that out of his mind, returning to the matter at hand.

Still taken aback by the force of your words, he raised his hands defensively. "I had nothing to do with what Louis did. I wouldn't put you in that position."

But you weren't convinced. "Your motto is 'do whatever it takes to win,' right? I was just a pawn in your grand scheme of things. Last week, after the panic attack, I thought we were okay. I thought we were on good terms, but now I don't know what to believe."

Harvey's expression hardened as he tried to find the right words to reassure you. "You weren't a pawn, Y/N. I didn't know about Louis's plan, and I would never intentionally put you in a situation like that."

You scoffed, frustration and hurt evident in your voice. "Your actions speak louder than words, Harvey. I'm tired of being caught in the crossfire of your 'win at all costs' mentality.”

Harvey, his usual composed demeanor faltering, tried to find the right words to reassure you. The weight of your accusations, was challenging the fragile trust that had started to rebuild between both of you.

You continued to stare out of the window, refusing to meet Harvey's gaze. He could feel the tension escalating, and he knew he had to address the storm of emotions swirling within you.

"Look at me," Harvey said firmly, his voice cutting through the charged atmosphere.

You clenched your jaw, still refusing to comply. Unfazed, Harvey moved closer and he bent down a little so he would be eye level with you and with a gentle touch, guided your head to face him. His touch ignited the fuel of your emotions, whether it be rage or something else entirely. There was a fire burning within you.

"I don't like to repeat myself," Harvey stated, his eyes locking onto yours.

You met his gaze, still angry, a tempest of emotions brewing within you. He could see the fire in your eyes and sensed the need for an outlet. "Yell at me," he urged, guiding you to stand up.

You were now facing Harvey, an arm's length between both of you. You took this oppurtunity, you took a deep breath as you let it all out.

"You are insufferably arrogant and stubborn. You're like a shark in a corporate sea, ruthless and cold-hearted. You wield your charisma like a weapon, and everyone else is just a pawn in your game. You bend the rules until they are ALMOST at a breaking point", you go off on a mini rant.

Harvey, with a measured tone, responded, "I don't disagree. The fact that I haven't interrupted you should tell you I take pride in who I am. But one thing you didn’t say and one thing I would never do is hurt the people I care about. Maybe I would occasionally push Mike in front of a slow-moving car, but that's as far as I'd go."

You stifle a small laugh, trying not to give Harvey any satisfaction. But you nodded at him showing that you believed him.

His hand rested on your shoulder as his eyes looked at you with concern. "How are you?" he emphasized.

You shrugged, voicing your discomfort. "I feel kinda disgusting right now."

Harvey's jaw tightened as anger flared in his eyes. "I'm gonna kill Louis," he declared, ready to retaliate.

As he turned to leave you grabbed his arm. "Don't hurt him," you pleaded, your voice holding a mix of anger and compassion. Despite the hurt you felt, you couldn't bear the thought of Louis facing physical harm.

Harvey paused, looking down at your hand on his arm. "I can't promise that I won't give him a piece of my mind, but I won't hurt him physically."

You nodded, acknowledging the compromise.

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The celebratory feeling filled the air in Jessica's office as Harvey stormed in, anger etched across his face. Louis and Jessica stood there, clinking glasses in celebration of what they believed was a triumph in the Amir Jackson case.

"Join us, Harvey! Louis found a way for us to win this case. It's finally over" Jessica exclaimed, blissfully unaware of the storm brewing within Harvey.

Harvey's eyes narrowed as he observed Louis making himself small under the intensity of his gaze. Unable to contain his fury any longer, Harvey erupted, "Louis, you pretentious fucker! How dare you do that to her?"

Jessica, puzzled, looked between Harvey and Louis. "Harvey, what happened? Why are you so angry?"

Ignoring Jessica's inquiry, Harvey continued his tirade, directing his fury solely at Louis. "You used Y/N. You put her in a bad situation with Amir. That's a new low, even for you."

Jessica's confusion shifted to anger as she slammed her glass down. "What?"

Louis, feeling the heat of Harvey's wrath, defended himself, "You said to do whatever it takes to win."

" One, you know how I feel about cheating. And two, you know what yeah this is my fault. For half a second there, I thought you would be a lawyer, not try to pimp out my associate," Harvey placing particular emphasis on the word "my."

“Here's the deal," Louis began to explain his plan. "Amir's brother-in-law allowed him to join his firm under one condition: he behaves and doesn't cheat on his sister. Now, Amir signed his contract promising to behave because Amir’s brother in law has a list of evidence that could easily get him disbarred, but his brother-in-law promised not to expose him as long as he kept his promise."

Louis sighed as he continued, "Y/n was the bait, Harvey. She is one of the more attractive associates that Amir couldn't resist. So I let the pawns fall where they should fall and we got it all on camera. Amir's brother in law is going to the association to get him disbarred as we speak. "

Jessica chimed in, "Louis, why couldn’t you let it so Y/N in on the plan.”

Louis nodded, ‘’ I didn't think it would be a big deal”

The room collectively groaned.

"The only reason you don't have a broken nose right now is because she asked me not to hurt you...physically," Harvey declared, his rage simmering beneath the surface.

Jessica, ever the professional, butted in, “Harvey the case with Amir is over now, let me handle Louis” giving Louis a dirty glare before opening the door to her office moving Harvey out the door, “Tell everyone to go home for the night”.

Harvey followed suit, leaving Louis to face the wrath of Jessica. As he closed the door he could hear Jesscia yell, “What were you thinking”

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Harvey's footsteps echoed through the hallway as he made his way to Rachel's office, seeking you out. Upon entering, he found you surrounded by Mike and Rachel, laughing at something as Mike shoved his face with cookies. The look on your face seemed lighter, you appeared more at ease.

Harvey addressed everyone in the room, "Alright, pack it up. Time to go home."

As he spoke, his eyes lingered on you, and he added pointedly, "Especially you. Y/N. No arguments this time, I am taking you home."

Your colleagues exchanged knowing glances, and Rachel and Mike gathered their things to leave. Harvey's directive made it clear that there was no room for negotiation this time; he was taking you home.

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The plush interior of Harvey's car surrounded you, and you couldn't help but feel a bit out of place in the luxurious vehicle. Harvey, however, seemed at ease as he turned to you and casually asked, "Put your location in the GPS."

You entered your apartment complex as the destination. The ride continued in relative quiet,

You were now three blocks away from your apartment complex, when Harvey abruptly took a sharp left. Confused, you turned to him with a puzzled expression, questioning his unexpected turn.

"Harvey, where the hell are you going?" you asked.

He glanced at you, a twinkle in his eyes, and replied, "We both deserve to have some fun tonight."

You saw him pulling up to a bar, one that seemed too classy for you. You were too undressed for this. The doubt clouded your mind.

Your eyebrows furrowed, and you couldn't help but ask, "A bar, Harvey, really?"

He looked over at you, the corner of his lips quirked up. "What do you say?" He was parked but hadn't turned off the engine, giving you an out.

You looked over at him and he had that stupid, handsome smug smirk on his.

Not wanting the "what ifs" to take over, you met his gaze and said, "I'm in."

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An arranged marriage au sick fic inspired by the lovely and talented @beybaldes (as always)

After you didn’t show up at the academy for a whole day, Sejanus was a little worried. When you didn’t show up for the rest of the week, he was downright terrified. None of your other peers seemed to share the same anxiety, waving away your absence as if it was a regular occurrence, as if you haven’t had perfect attendance for your entire life up until this point.

At the end of the week, instead of walking straight back to his house after classes were finished, Sejanus turned in the opposite direction and headed towards your estate, far too restless to wait and see if anyone knew if you were ok. At any rate, he didn’t think he’d be able to sleep if he didn’t see you with his own eyes, having spent the last few nights tossing and turning and getting less and less sleep the longer you were gone.

Knocking on your front door, Sejanus was a ball of nerves, suddenly worried he’s overstepping or intruding, but before he can turn and run, your mother is opening the door. He doesn’t even need to ask before she’s settling her face into a gentle sort of smile, the way someone would look at an injured child or an orphaned puppy.

“She’s up in her room, if you’d like to see her,” your mother steps back to give him room to enter the house, “she’s been sicker than ever but seems to be on the mend, so I’d still recommend keeping a bit of distance.” She winks like she knows Sejanus will do the opposite of following her advice, and it takes all of his willpower not to sprint up the stairs to reach your room.

He knocks before he enters, more gentle than downstairs, but he doesn’t wait for your answer before creeping inside. It’s dark, the window shades cracked slightly to let in a little sunlight, and the air is heavy and a little stale. Still, Sejanus has never been happy to enter a room in his entire life.

“Come to visit me on my deathbed,” you croak out, doing your best to prop yourself up onto the mountain of pillows taking up a majority of your bed.

“I was worried,” he tells you, still feeling worried at the sickly sight of you. If this is you looking and feeling better, Sejanus’s heart aches to wonder how you were doing before. He hesitates only slightly before sitting on the edge of the bed next to you, waiting for a scolding from you that never comes.

Using the back of his hand, he presses against your forehead, feeling the tacky warmth and nodding to himself. Your fever is all but nonexistent at this point, but the stuffiness of your room definitely isn’t helping you recover.

“Do you mind if I crack the window?” He asks, poised to move but willing to stay if that’s what you want. When you nod, turning your head away from him as you clear your throat, he rushes over to open the windows as quickly as he can, making sure to open the curtains as well, knowing you’ve been laying in the dark for the past few days.

When he sits back down, he can’t help but trace the curve of your jaw with his fingertips, needing to touch you after so long apart, needing to remind himself that you’re alright after being consumed with worry all week long. He knows it’s really none of his business, but he wishes you would have told him, would have let him come over and take care of you. He wouldn’t mind getting sick, not if it meant spending time with you.

“Has everything fallen to shambles in my absence?” You ask, a teasing tilt to your voice that makes Sejanus’s heart flutter. Your skin is shiny with sweat and still a slightly sickly color, but he could still swear he’s never seen anyone as beautiful as you. He catches you up on everything that happened at the academy while you were gone, omitting the complete lack of concern from your peers at your week long absence.

“Your hair is getting longer,” you reach out to gently tug on one of the curls by his neck, completely unprompted, once he’s finished with his recap of the week, “it looks nice.” It makes him feel a little sick, the fact that you might look at him, admire him, the same way he does to you. You let your hand trail down his neck and the slope of his shoulder, tracing the length of his arm until you can intertwine your fingers together. He’s lucky that it’s still a little dark in your room, so you can’t see the fact that he’s starting to look a little feverish from all your attention.

“I’m sorry if I get you sick,” you tell him, making no move to drop his hand. The both of you know that your illness has run its course and that just holding his hand won’t transfer it to him, but it seems like the right thing to say, even though he went out of his way to see you, knowing that he very well could get sick.

“It doesn’t matter to me,” he tells you as sincerely as possible, squeezing your hand like it’s your own secret language, a way to say things you can’t possibly put into words, “it would be worth it.”

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luvangelbreak · 2 months

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Deprived | Twenty

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Part 12 Part 13 Part 14 Part 15 Part 16 Part 17 Part 18 Part 19 Part 21 Part 22 Part 23 matthew sturniolo x layla venita (female!oc) summary: everyone knows the story of the bad boy and the good girl but what happens when the school's most popular boy, Matthew Sturniolo, and the girl who notoriously is never there, Layla Venita, cross paths. warnings: swearing, smoking, suggestive? word count: 3.3k a/n: this series has been longer than I anticipated but I'm living for the slow burn so it's gonna be a while till we're done folks.

pov: layla

I spent the next week couped in my room, refusing to leave as I quickly smoked the bag of weed Wes had given me. Allie had messaged me in concern multiple times and I finally built up the courage to reply to her a day after her last message.

Allie <3 Monday hey girl are you okay? matt has been off all day 1:30pm Tuesday if u wanna talk im here <3 5:37pm Wednesday im getting concerned pls message me if u need anything 3:47pm

You sorry just havent been feeling good im okay just need time alone 10:21pm

Allie <3 im sorry :(10:23pm

You its okay i'll be at school tmrw 10:27pm

Allie <3 okay! see ya then <3 10:28pm

I locked my phone and threw it lazily on the bed beside me, rolling over to face the wall where my window was cracked open. I was glad my dad was out tonight, having to deal with him for over a week straight was draining and I felt like it didn't benefit my self-loathing in any way. I sighed as my mind always travelled back to the look on Matt's face, the pure hurt in his eyes that I knew I caused.

Part of me was glad he hadn't messaged or tried to talk to me. It meant that I could push him away if I wanted to. I did just that without even consciously meaning to. I got scared and made it his fault in my brain but as I continued rotting in my bed, I realised I hurt him more than I ever meant to. It wasn't his fault that I was afraid of someone being close, it wasn't his fault that I let something so small set me off. I needed to make him realise it wasn't his fault and I was just not used to the affection and accommodation he offered me daily.

I barely slept over the past week and this night was no different. My alarm went off in the early hours of the morning and I knew I had slept a total of 4 hours from the way my brain had constantly been reeling. I dragged myself out of bed and trudged into the bathroom. I took an extra long shower to attempt to rid the disgust I felt towards myself.

After scrubbing my entire body head to toe, I jumped out of the shower and walked to my room. My entire body felt heavy and I felt tears prick my eyes when I looked over to the pink sweater that was still laying over my bag. I picked it up, realising it was the only clean sweater I had since I hadn't been bothered with laundry. I quickly slid it over my head before sliding on my black sweatpants and combat boots. I slid my leather jacket over the top, not bothering with any makeup as I lazily tied my now damp hair into a low ponytail. I grabbed my bag, quickly sprayed on some perfume and grabbed my phone off of my bedside table.

I quickly exited my house without food or water in my stomach and as I began walking down the road, I decided to light one of the last few cigarettes I had pre-rolled. I grabbed my headphones from my bag, slid one into my ear and plugged them into my phone. I clicked shuffle on one of my playlists and I let my feet drag on the asphalt as I slowly made my way down the streets of Massachusetts.

After an hour, I finally arrived in the parking lot of the school and I scanned the cars, my eyes landing where I saw the familiar silver minivan. I paused, letting out a heavy breath as I collected myself and began walking to the group of people in front of the car.

Nate was the first to notice me and he just looked at me with no expression before he turned back to the group. As I got closer I noticed the fact that Mia was standing beside Matt with her head leaned on his shoulder, his arm wrapped around her back lazily and I felt a pang of pure jealousy run through me. I tried to shake it off as I got closer, knowing I had no right to be mad about it right now since I was the one who caused the riff between the brown-haired boy and myself.

"Speak of the devil," I heard Nick say when his eyes caught mine and I was a few feet away, standing uncomfortably as I looked between all of them. All of their heads turned to look at me, Allie being the only one who didn't seem like they were looking right through me.

"Matt, can I talk to you?" I asked quietly as I didn't dare to meet his eyes yet and there was an uncomfortable silence that fell over us, "Please."

"About what?" he asked, his tone short and I looked up to see his face completely expressionless but his eyes held such hurt and aggravation that it felt like it cut right through me.

"Last week," I mumbled, ignoring the pain in my chest of seeing Mia looking at me with a slight smirk. I focused in on the boy I had hurt, his blue eyes piercing in the sunlight.

"Now?" he questioned, not taking his eyes off of me and I just looked at him, the judgement of his friends radiating off of them. He sighed heavily before swinging his arm out from around Mia and I felt a weight lifted off of my shoulders but there was still a pressure on my chest, "I'll be back."

I looked at the ground as he pushed away from the hood of the minivan and he walked past me. I followed behind him, not daring to look back at his friends as we walked to the back of the parking lot before he stopped to face me.

He didn't say anything for a moment as I looked up at him and he scanned me head to toe before murmuring, "That's my sweater."

"Yeah. I left it on my bag all week but I didn't have any clean hoodies for today," I explained and he hummed as I picked at the skin around my fingers, my nails too short to bite now that I had been picking at them all week. I nervously chewed on my lip before I said, "I'm sorry."

"It took you a week to say that?" he asked, his voice quiet but his words laced with pain.

"I didn't mean to hurt you. I know I reacted to what you said horribly but I just-" I cut myself off as I took a breath and looked down at the gravel below us, "I haven't had anyone take care of me the way you do. It scares me. I'm sorry."

I squeezed my eyes closed, chewing on my bottom lip far more aggressively than I intended but my heart raced as I waited for his response. I felt his hand fall under my chin and he lifted my face to look up at him, noticing now that he was slightly closer to me. He used his thumb to gently pull my lip away from my teeth as I fidgeted with the hem of the pink sweater.

"Why didn't you just talk to me?" he asked, his tone softening as he looked down at me and I shrugged dumbly.

"I am bad at talking about that sorta stuff," I answered quietly, my throat closing from the sadness that invaded my body as I looked up at him. I had no right to be upset right now, I was the one who fucked up and made this so difficult, but I felt guilt invade my entire body when I realised I didn't want to push him away. It was habit and I was always bad at breaking them.

"Don't do that again," he demanded softly and I pursed my lips as I pushed my sadness down the best I could as tears sprung to my eyes, "Or I swear to god I won't talk to you again and I don't want to stop talking to you. Ever."

"I'm sorry. I didn't mean to push you away. I just don't know how to deal with everything I'm feeling and I know it's shitty but I promise I'm trying. I have no right to be sad right now because this is my fault but I feel so horrible for making you upset. You deserve so much more than that and if I can't give that to you I understand if you don't want me to be around anymore," I rambled out all of my feelings and conflicting voices in my head but I was cut off by his lips on mine.

I paused for a moment to register what was happening before my body melted into his, his arms wrapping around my lower back as I snaked my arms around his neck. I pulled him into me, missing the way his body felt against my own more than I anticipated. It felt like a breath of fresh air after being stuck in my room for the past week with smoke-filled lungs. He gripped my hips, pulling me impossibly closer to him as I tangled my hands in his hair before he pulled away to breathe for a moment.

"You're an idiot," he mumbled before he leaned back in to kiss me gently again.

"I know," I mumbled against his lips and he ran his tongue against my rough lips, the sting of his saliva hitting the open splits on my lips from chewing them. I hissed and pulled away as he looked down at me.

"You need to stop biting your lip," he muttered as his eyes travelled all around my face, "And stop picking your nails. You're not gonna have any left soon."

"I've been stressed the past week. I can't help it," I whispered as I looked up at him in awe. I had forgotten the pure oxytocin that ran through my system when I was with him and I refused to let it go again.

"Pretty girl," he gave me a sympathetic look and I shook my head as I pulled away from his face slightly, my arms still slung over his shoulders.

"Don't feel bad. This was my doing and I will make it up to you," I answered sternly and his face broke into a small smile. I sighed, the weight being lifted off of my chest now and my body tingled with joy.

"All I'm asking is that you talk to me next time," he whispered, leaning down to place a peck on my lips and I let it linger before I pulled back and nodded.

"I will try," I scratched the nape of his neck lightly and he bit his bottom lip as my face dropped, "Don't look at me like that before we have to go inside. I'll drive us back to your house right now."

"I don't see you for a week and you're ready to jump my bones already," he chuckled and I raised my eyebrows.

"How else can I make it up to you, ya know?" I joked as let my mouth form into a smirk and he shook his head as he pursed his lips, "Does this mean I can come to your game this week?"

"Of course baby," he smiled down at me and I felt the butterflies erupt in my stomach again, promising not only him but myself to never let myself ruin this again.

"By the way," I let my right hand trail from his neck to his chest, playing with the necklace that sat comfortably on his collarbones, "Allie's brother was just dropping me home. He tried to flirt with me but I shut it down. I wasn't lying about that."

"I know. I overreacted. I'm sorry about that," he said softly and I shook my head, twiddling the pendant between my fingers as I looked up at him.

"I know how it looked. I would've been just as upset. You don't need to apologise for it," I mumbled, trying hard to convey my feelings as best I could to which he didn't respond verbally. He instead placed another kiss against my lips and smiled against me as he squeezed my hips.

"Matt!" I heard Chris's voice call from only a few feet away and we both broke apart to look over at him, "You guys done? We gotta go to class."

"I forgot about that," I joked and Chris just gave me a deadpanned look as Matt chuckled.

"We'll be there in a sec," he called to his brother who just rolled his eyes and spun around to walk back to his friends, "They're more pissed at you than I was."

"I can tell," I mumbled as I watched their eyes pour directly into me, "Allie messaged me though."

"She was the only one defending you," he told me honestly and I hummed as I looked back up to him, "I'll talk to them."

"Don't sugarcoat it. You can tell them I'm a dumbass who doesn't know how to deal with her emotions," I stated and he shook his head with a smile, placing a kiss on the top of my head before swinging his arm over my shoulders.

"Come on," he said nodding towards the group and I hesitantly began walking with him by my side. Their eyes stayed glued to us as we approached and Mia gave me nothing but a scowl with her arms crossed, "Chill out. We talked about it."

"That didn't seem like talking," Mia spat and I remained silent, letting Matt handle the situation as I looked at Allie who gave me a sympathetic smile.

"Don't Mia," Matt deadpanned and she only scoffed with a roll of her eyes, "We talked about it and I don't wanna hear it."

"Only took you a week," Nate raised his eyebrows as he spoke and he looked at me. I pursed my lips while glancing between them.

"At least it happened," Matt retorted before the bell rang and he sighed, "We'll talk about it later. Let's go."

He began walking with his arm around my shoulder still and I followed suit, Chris moving to stand on the other side of Matt as everyone else followed behind. We made our way to our classes and once we sat down, a weight fell back on my chest.

Not only did I have to make it up to Matt, I had to win back his brothers and his friends.

+++

Pretty boy where did u go?? 12:23pm

You 🚬 be there in a minute 12:24pm

I locked my phone, sliding it into my pocket as I finished off my cigarette, throwing it onto the ground before I wedged it into the ground with my boot. I made my way back inside and straight to the cafeteria where I saw the group of friends sitting together.

"Hey," Allie beamed as she scooted closer to Mia to make space between her and Matt for me to sit. I smiled at her as I swung my legs over the bench and sat down. Matt placed his arm around my lower back as he continued his conversation with Nick.

"I don't want to wear a tie. That's why I got the red shirt," Matt groaned and Nick gave him a deadpanned look.

"It's prom. You're supposed to look fancy with a tie," Nick stated and Matt ran a hand across his face.

"We're all wearing a tie. Don't be a bitch," Nate pointed out and I tuned them out as Allie tapped my shoulder to gain my attention.

"You okay?" she asked quietly and I nodded with a hum.

"Yeah. Thank you for checking on me," I answered in a hushed tone and she shrugged with her sunshine smile that warmed my heart to know she wasn't annoyed with me.

"Of course. That's what friends are for," she said casually before she turned back to listen to the group conversation. I let her words hang over my head like a cloud.

That's what friends are for.

I don't remember the last time I had a genuine friend and her simple words struck me right in my heart. She had always been kind to me and from the moment we talked, she had been such a light in my life. I realised I not only wanted to share my emotions and feelings with Matt but also with Allie to show her that I appreciated her.

I wanted to be better for both of them.

"How long do we have to stay there?" Chris whined as he threw his head onto the table dramatically and Allie rolled her eyes.

"You're acting like you're being held hostage. If you don't wanna go it's fine," Allie responded, her tone quietening at the end and I could sense the slight sadness at Chris's distaste for prom.

"Al, I told you I'm going and I'll stick to that. I just don't wanna be there for five hours," he lifted his head up to look at her and she shrugged, eyes glancing at the table.

"We can leave early and go back to my house," she offered and Chris's mouth broke into a smile as he nodded.

"Works for me," he said triumphantly before sitting up again, resting his elbows on the table in front of him.

"How are we getting there?" Mia asked, looking around at the group and I just sat there in silence, deciding to go along with whatever plan I knew Allie had already set up.

"Meet up at my house at five thirty so we can take photos and make sure we have everything and then we will leave at like six-thirty to get to the hotel," Allie explained the plan and everyone seemed to hum along in agreement. I felt Matt's arm snake further around my back as he scooted closer to me.

"How are we getting there?" Nick asked and Allie smiled as she adjusted her ponytail.

"I got us a limo," she announced happily and Mia showed her first sign of happiness of the day as she squealed excitedly, "You guys won't drink right?"

Matt and his brothers shook their heads with a firm no and Allie turned to look at me and I shrugged, "Depends on what it is."

"Bottle of champagne in the limo?" Mia asked Allie and Allie nodded causing Mia's smile to widen.

"You're dad won't arrest us if we drink?" Nate asked, the half-hearted joke not landing well with Mia as she rolled her eyes.

"Not if he doesn't know," she pointed out with a slight smirk and Nate raised his eyebrows before nodding in agreement.

"Did you find a dress?" Nate asked, turning his attention to me as he attempted to make conversation. I assumed that in the time I'd been in my other classes and was outside Matt had talked to Nate, Chris and Nick since they weren't glaring at me anymore but they still felt slightly standoffish.

"No. I'm just gonna make my own," I explained and he nodded, his smile in a downturned smile.

"Mad impressive that you can do that," he complimented me and I gave him a half-hearted smile as Matt traced circles on my hip with his thumb.

"Thanks. I just hope I can finish it in time," I explained and I could sense Mia's disgust towards me radiating off of her but I was learning to tune her out like I had always done before Matt came into my life.

Suddenly the bell rang for our next classes and everyone began getting up. I stood up from the table before Matt spun me around and kissed my lips gently. I froze for a moment, shocked at the fact he did that in the middle of the cafeteria but I quickly reciprocated the action before he pulled away.

"See you after school pretty girl," he smirked at me before he walked away and I stood still for a moment as I watched him walk away with Nick, Chris, Nate and Mia.

"You guys are so fucking cute it makes me want to throw up," Allie rolled her eyes playfully beside me and I looked around to see people staring at me once again. I pursed my lips, my cheeks tinging red as I hid a smile and shook my head before I began walking out of the cafeteria.

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smurphyse · 9 months

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Wildflower Honey | Spencer Reid

Smurph's Masterlist | Series Masterlist

Part 10 of Routine Maintenance

Warnings: makeouts, first times, fingering, soft dom!Spencer, hickies, bruises, water sex, beach sex, subdrop, aftercare, crying after sex.

Summary: You decide to take Spencer to a secluded spot to rock his world. He turns the tables on you.

It neared two in the morning before Holly and Michelle emerged from Tucci's, hand in hand and grinning like madmen. Spencer couldn't help the smile that peeled open across his face at the sight. Good for them, they both deserved it.

Honey stood a bit away from him, keeping her distance in front of her friends. Spencer didn't mind. It wasn't the first time a woman wanted to keep it from her friend that she was sleeping with him. It probably wouldn't be the last.

Michelle made a beeline for Honey, scooping her up in a big hug. Honey set her chin on her shoulder and squeezed her back as Holly sidled up next to him.

"Thank you for coming," he murmured with a sheepish grin. "I didn't think this was your scene, but I wasn't ready to do this alone."

Spencer shrugged, "Anytime, man."

Holly reached out a hand for Spencer to shake, and when he took it pulled him in for a bear hug. Spencer chuckled to himself and hugged him back as the girls whispered between themselves.

"You guys wanna hit up Tooky's?" Holly asked as he pulled away.

Spencer glanced over at Honey, who gave him a subtle shake of her head. He didn't really want to go back there anyway after what went down with Lonnie and Lloyd, or have a reminder of that horrible night.

"I'm ready to head back," he said instead. All he really wanted to do was pound Honey into the mattress anyways.

"I know it's not my business," Holly began, keeping his voice down while the girls chatted. He cleared his throat and adjusted as he stood in his uncomfortableness. "And I don't know what's going on, if anything is going on, but-."

"Hurt her and I'll get my ass kicked?"

Holly chuckled, "That… and just keep something in mind for me, man. She's rough around the edges, but she deserves the world. Even if it's just sex, which I don't want to hear about, respect her."

He kicked lightly at the ground and avoided Spencer's gaze. "You'll have friends here even when you leave, Honey included. We like you, so don't screw up your chance to come visit if you ever find yourself back this way."

"I won't," Spencer promised. He meant it, and he valued Holly's words. "Maybe I'll come back some day."

He didn't even know if he meant that last part, but it was nice to know the option was there.

Holly nodded, and they said their goodbyes. Spencer made sure to open the door to the van for Honey before going around to his side, then they set off for Thunderbird.

The dark highway spread out for miles, lonesome and scattered with a few errant off roads. The sky lay above them in a deep greenish blue, the redwoods and pines along the road shadowed in darkness. Spencer thought something was missing, and it took a bit to realize it was the fireflies.

They didn't occur naturally in California. The Midwest was full of them in the summer, blinking lazily in the night air. The closest thing out here were the stars shining brightly above them. They glimmered across the horizon, disappearing into the far-off ocean.

Music played softly through the speakers of Honey's beat up van. Spencer kept his hand on her thigh, just under the hem of her dress as he leaned against the door. It comforted him, as it had been years since he’d spent more than one night with a woman, let alone worked up to the point of touching her like this without having slept with her. He was looking forward to that, and three more weeks of easy sex and physical comfort. Maybe she’d even sleep next to him after.

He glanced over to check on her. It was late, nearing four in the morning. The wind from the cracked window blew her hair back, the light from the dash washing her in a teal glow. She was truly a beautiful woman, looking ethereal in the dim lighting.

"Where are we going?" he asked after a while. Thunderbird had only been about forty minutes from the restaurant, and they'd been driving for over an hour.

Honey smiled to herself, but she didn't look his way, instead focusing on the road ahead. "I want to show you something."

She didn't say anything else. He didn't press it. If she was going to murder him in the woods he was pretty sure he could over power her. If she wasn't, he'd been through enough with her to know he'd probably enjoy it. She'd been right about the camping trip with the guys, so he dropped it.

Another hour later, and she turned onto an off road. The van jumped and protested with each bump, but Honey just pressed on. They drove for a good twenty minutes before she turned again, stopping just inside an enclave of trees. As she put it in park, Spencer looked over at her again. She just popped open her door and hopped out. Spencer followed, meeting her around the front of the van.

She reached out a hand for him, and he took it. Her warm fingers clasped his loosely, and she took off further into the ocean of foliage. The sun began peeking through the trees, and she was heading straight toward it. He could still see the van behind him, glad it was still in his line of sight.

Birdsong blossomed as she led him down a winding dirt road. Her sundress flowed behind her like a river, billowing in the breeze. They hit another curve in the direction of the sun, and she was lost in its shine as they stepped out of the trees.

It took a minute for Spencer's eyes to adjust to the light, but when they did his breath caught in his chest. A riverbed lay before them, clear blue water trickling along lazily. Mountains of trees surrounded the lake, spread out as far as the eye could see. The sun made its way up the opposite side, blanketing the water in shadow and Spencer and Honey in shade.

"Why did you bring me here?" Spencer asked quietly. It was so serene and perfect, he almost wanted to cry at this place's natural beauty. It was such an intimately hidden place, surely as secluded as parts of Honey, as parts of himself.

Honey squeezed his fingers, "I don't know. I just wanted to."

She turned to him with a soft smile and adventure gleaming in her eye, "How do you feel about a day away from Thunderbird?"

"Sounds like a dream."

Honey went back to the van and moved it closer to the riverbed, backing it up through the little winding road. She angled the back to face the bank, then opened up the trunk. She had everything one would need for an impromptu camping trip inside. A blanket was spread just outside of the van, a few camping chairs and a little meal kit. She even had a traveling trash can and some food in a cooler. She went quickly to work setting up a fire for the cool morning chill and made some coffee over the flames.

Spencer lounged on a chair on the blue patterned blanket as she handed him one of those metal cups campers liked to use. Honey eased herself next to him and sighed happily. Steam rose from her mug as she held it delicately, her knees pulled up to her chest. She’d long since taken off her shoes, opting to walk around barefoot, her wild hair bouncing down around her shoulders.

This was exactly the place a woman like her belonged. A stunning creature sitting in one of the most beautiful places Spencer had ever been.

“I love this place.” She spoke quietly, her voice far away as she lived through an old memory. She pointed off toward one of the ridges. “When I first found it, I thought for a moment I’d fallen off that cliff and died. I thought it was heaven.”

"How'd you find it?" he asked lightly, sipping from his mug. Everything out here was still, moving only in the way that was natural to it. It was the sort of peace Spencer had been searching for all this time. He was honored to be there.

"When Ernie died, I was still too scared to go back in the ocean. I still don't like it, but I'm good with the rivers," she began, but it wasn't sad. That bright spirit glinted in her eye as she watched the scene before them. "I just started driving out to the middle of nowhere and hiking. I found this place a few years ago and I like to come here when I need a break."

"Found yourself needing a break?" he asked lightly. She nodded slowly, then looked over at him.

"I don't know if you know this, but I shot two guys last week." Her tone was playful, but her eyes raged with the memory. "Plus, it's good to get away sometimes."

Spencer reached out a hand, and she clasped it without hesitation. He squeezed her fingers tight before threading them together. "I'm sorry you had to do that."

Honey looked at him sadly, "I'm sorry you took a bat to the face."

He chuckled and shrugged. "I've had worse."

The sun warmed them as it rose, blanketing them in the steady rise in temperature. Honey's skin lay awash in orange and pink as it broke through the clouds, her eyes gleaming in the light. She let go of his hand and set the coffee cup on the ground.

Spencer watched curiously as she stood and stretched, letting out a sweet groan as her arms came down. Honey turned to him with a devilish grin.

"I don't know about you, but I'm gonna cool down before it gets too hot."

Spencer was about to ask what she meant when her fingers laced underneath the hem of her dress. His jaw dropped as she pulled down a pair of pink satin panties. They dropped to the blanket and she stepped out of them, then pulled the sundress over her head.

Her hair swung down, landing over her shoulders and back. Her naked body glimmered in the light, curvy in all the right places and made of perfect places to grab a handful. His heart nearly stopped beating in his chest at the sight.

She leaned on one hip and smirked at him.

"Care to join me?"

I was feeling pretty good about myself as I walked into the river. The water was warm from the summer, welcoming and safe as I stepped further in. Waiting until I was deep enough, I ducked below the surface to wet my hair.

When I popped back up, pushing my locks back from my face, I spotted Spencer hurrying to undo his belt. He'd already stepped out of his shoes, fingers fumbling to unlatch the leather and pull his pants down.

Feeling a bit sorry for him, and rather excited, I made my way back to him. The rocky shoreline was smooth and warm under my feet, his jaw agape as he watched me approach. Water dripped from my body as I reached him, my hands pushing his away gently.

I leaned in and pressed my lips to his, reveling in the hungry groan that escaped from him. Smoothly, I undid his belt as his tongue slid against mine, unzipping his pants and pulling his shirt from his waistline. Spencer's fingers deftly unbuttoned it as I slid my hand inside his pants, palming his growing length.

He moaned into me as he tugged off his shirt and tossed it onto the blanket behind him, revealing his fuzzy chest and soft belly. I let my hands wander up his stomach, loving the slight twitches of his muscles as he pushed down his pants.

I couldn't help myself, and I had to pull away just to get a good look at his cock. He was already hard and standing straight up, a slight curve at the end that I'd personally always enjoyed in a man. My hand wrapped around his thick length, hardly able to meet my fingertips together. When I gave him an experimental pump, he bucked forward in my hand.

Biting my lip, I looked up at him through my lashes and smiled. In a flash, Spencer scooped me up and pulled my hips flush against his. He kissed me furiously, pulling me by my leg to grind against my damp folds.

I couldn't help but cling to him tightly, moaning against his lips as he stalked off toward the water. He pulled away to watch where he was stepping, so I moved onto his neck, nipping and sucking little bruises into his skin.

The river welcomed us, enveloping our bodies in the warm water. Spencer’s strong hands held me close, safely keeping me in place as we went deeper. The birds sang through the trees, squirrels running up trunks and over logs. The trickling sound of the water drowned out our kissing like horny teenagers, but I didn't mind.

I leaned back and sighed, my legs wrapped around his waist. Spencer held my hips as I lay back into the water, my hair following the flow of the current as I closed my eyes. I floated like that, just enjoying the feeling of someone else's hands on me.

Without warning, Spencer went under the water, pulling me with him. I held my breath at the last moment, opening my eyes underneath to see him with puffy cheeks and trying not to smile. Our hands reached out in unison, tugging one another close and meeting in the middle.

Bubbles popped their way to the surface as Spencer kissed me underneath the serene stream of water. His lips were warm, both of us holding our breaths until he pulled me back above to the fresh air.

"You are fucking incredible," he panted, holding me close. Our naked bodies slid along one another, his dick pressing against my belly. I smiled and set my forehead against his, trying to catch my breath. His eyes were intense, glinting with mischief. Spencer's hand smoothed down my back and over my thigh, reaching between us. My jaw went a bit slack as his fingers brushed against my pussy, easing his way between my folds.

"Just look at you," he murmured, his gaze unyielding as he watched me for a reaction. I sucked in a wavering breath as the pads of two thick fingers pushed against my entrance, swirling just enough to make me twitch in anticipation. He cocked his head, "Are you sure you want this?"

I nodded emphatically, "Spencer, please…"

That seemed to be all the permission he needed. In one swift movement, Spencer kissed me roughly, his free hand tangling into my damp hair, the other breeching my cunt under the surface. I moaned sharply, the sudden intrusion stretching my walls as two fingers pressed inside.

My body tensed around him. Spencer eased his way in, curling and dragging the pads of his fingers as he pulled them out, only to push them back in. My chest heaved with each pump, my hips rocking back down to meet them. The water sloshed around us, but he was focused solely on me.

He leaned his forehead against mine to watch me, his cheeks red and blotchy. I could feel his cock against my thigh, bobbing up and down with the water. His hair started to curl as it dried, his strong hands holding me exactly where he wanted.

"Mmm, Spencer," I whined desperately, bucking my hips for my release. It had been so long, and my eyes fluttered shut in anticipation when he gripped my jaw suddenly and stopped his hand between my legs.

Spencer angled me to look at him, his eyes blazing. I clenched around his fingers at the fire that lay there, and he leaned in to nip at my bottom lip before pulling away.

"You're too tense," he growled in a low voice. His fingers could have bruised my cheeks by the way he held me, and all it did was make me want to fuck his hand until it cramped. "Let go. I'm gonna take care of you, but you have to let me. Stop trying to be in control all the time."

My eyes turned glassy at his words, his promise to get me where I wanted to go. I found myself nodding dumbly, and only then did he begin moving his fingers again, pumping me slowly and steadily picking up speed.

"Keep your eyes on me," Spencer whispered. My thighs twitched around his hips. "I wanna watch you cum for me."

He kissed me then, his curling digits driving me closer and closer to the brink of insanity. I was floating on air, my face heating up and my body relaxing into his wants and wishes. He kept a firm grip on my jaw, watching intently in a way that with anyone else might have made me feel too seen, but it was deliciously dominating.

I let my body take over, letting Spencer guide me instead of barreling toward a release. We had all the time in the world, and my hips rocked in motion with what he wanted. My breathing picked up, my chest heaving.

"There you go," Spencer murmured. The coil started to tighten in that panicking way, excitement coursing through my veins as my walls tightened around him. I watched him through hazy eyes with my mouth hung open as he cracked a cocky grin, his eyes swimming with desire. "Just take it, good girl. Let me watch."

The moan that burst from my chest was pathetic, my fingers tightening in his hair. My hips rolled, grinding down on his beautiful hand as that tension in my lower belly finally snapped.

"Spencer!" I cried out into the wilderness, the mountains swallowing my ecstasy. My eyes rolled back as I pressed my forehead against his, my body shuddering and clamping down on him.

Spencer slowed as it waned, and when he pulled himself from me I let out a whine. His arms encircled me, pulling me in for a bear hug. I went limp in his grasp, letting my head loll on his shoulder as I caught my breath.

"Oh, that was perfect, perfect," he cooed sweetly in my ear. Spencer pressed a gentle kiss to the side of my head as he held me close. "Good girl…"

I closed my eyes, reveling in the comfort and his praise. Spencer rocked me back and forth under the water, lightly rubbing a hand up my spine. I felt him pull back a little to look at me.

"Don't fall asleep on me now," he warned, and the next thing I knew he was carrying me out of the water. I clung limply to him, ready to doze even as the cool air hit my naked skin.

Spencer set me gently on the blanket and smoothed back my hair. I grinned weakly up at him, and he cocked his head at me. "I'm not done with you, Honey."

My skin buzzed with electricity as Spencer smoothed his palms up my thighs. He squeezed now and then as he made his way up further, taking time to fondle my breasts. His hard cock stood at attention between his thighs, making me more excited than I could ever explain. I couldn't help but sigh as his broad hand feathered lightly over my throat, my eyes fluttering shut.

"God, look at you," he breathed, looming over me. I reached out for him, and he complied without hesitation. Spencer leaned down and kissed me gently, his hand moving to cup my jaw.

I moaned into his mouth as Spencer lowered himself on top of me. My head swam with the want I had for him, with the release I wanted to feel again. My arms encircled his neck, my legs tangling around his waist, but Spencer shook his head and pulled back.

He tapped my nose, and I'm sure I looked ridiculous going cross eyed trying to follow it. "Just lie back and take it, okay?"

I made a face, "Why don't you want me to take control?"

Spencer chuckled and gave me a quick kiss. I tried to chase him for more, but he shoved me down into the blanket with a hand on my chest. He gave me a serious look, "I'm tired of watching you take care of everyone. I don't care what you do away from me over the next few weeks, but when we're together, I'm going to take care of you."

"Why?" I asked quietly. I enjoyed it, sure, but it had been so long since anyone had wanted to do so. At least in this way. I was everyone's rock, everyone else's safe place.

His eyes were dark and delicious as he watched me in the morning light. "Because I said so. I don't have any control in this town, and you have too much of it. I think it's time we both have a change in scenery."

I nodded in acceptance. In truth, I wanted that. I wanted to let go, to have even the small opportunity to do so. Spencer reached out and grabbed my jaw again, looming darkly above.

"Yes or no," he growled darkly. "I wanna hear you say it."

My back arched at the dominance in his voice. I shivered even in the morning heat, wriggling a bit to alleviate the pulsing between my legs.

"Yes," I whispered shakily.

"Good girl," he praised softly. Spencer moved himself onto his knees and grabbed his pants from our pile of clothing. I watched through hooded lids as he pulled his wallet out of his pocket, flipping it open until he slipped a condom wrapper from the old leather.

I got up on my elbows, slowly making my way up to him as he put everything back into the pile. I was getting to my knees in front of him when he caught me, cocking a brow my way.

"What did I just say?"

I shivered in delight at his commanding voice, but I just fluttered my lashes at him. I put one hand on his belly and smiled, the other reaching between us to stroke his cock. Spencer's jaw clenched, but he just watched me with a squint.

"Can I put it on?" I asked sweetly. I twisted my wrist and gave him a light squeeze, delighting in the way his length pulsed under my palm. "Pretty please?"

This was new for me. I was used to sex being a fight for dominance, a quick battle for release. Sure, with Ernie, it had always been special and loving. We enjoyed trying new things and experimenting, but being completely submissive was something I hadn't tried.

Spencer nodded, handing me the wrapper. I was glad he brought it. I was still on birth control and Rico and I hardly used them besides as an afterthought, but Spencer was new to me and I was new to him. Who knew who he'd slept around with or the last time he'd been tested.

I kept my eyes trained on his as I opened it and pulled out the condom. Spencer's chest patched red, his lips kiss bitten and swollen as he watched me back. Shuffling closer, I licked my palm and wrapped my hand around his length, giving him a few twisting squeezes.

His breathing picked up, his hips twitching in anticipation. Pinching the top of the latex lightly so it didn't bubble at the tip, I held him firm as I slid it down his dick. When it was secure, I smoothed my palms up his chest and leaned in for a kiss.

His lips were warm as they pressed against mine, one hand going for the hair at the nape of my neck as the other slid down my body. I moaned into him, melting into his strong presence and falling into Spencer Reid.

He gripped my ass harshly, grunting as he pulled me flush against him. In a swift move, his hand went down to the back of my thigh and tugged it up, and the next thing I knew I was on my back on the blanket again.

Spencer made quick work of mounting me, grinding his length into my folds. I tangled my hands in his hair as he latched onto my neck, nipping and swiping his tongue to soothe. His hands wandered, squeezing and pinching only to smooth a hard palm over it after. I wriggled beneath him and whined for more friction, and soon enough he gave me what I wanted.

His hand slipped between us, lining his thick head against my entrance. My thighs splayed open, wanting and ready for him. I struggled to relax as he breached me, he was so thick, but after a deep breath and a pause he pushed forward. He was so much larger than me, and my body struggled to accommodate his member as he pumped himself with my cunt.

"Oh, god," I whispered shakily, my limbs trembling with each smooth roll of his hips. Spencer kept a firm hand in my hair as he did so. He had himself braced on his elbow, his body keeping me so in place I couldn't even rock back into him.

My cheeks flushed with heat. My vision blurred as he filled my emptiness. The stretch burned, but it was worth it, so worth it. The deeper he went, the deeper I fell into his eyes. Spencer watched me with an intensity I'd never seen before, as though he were trying to read my mind and succeeding.

My jaw wobbled as his hips rolled in a slow swirling motion. Spencer rocked me into the blanket, the packed sand shifting beneath me with each gentle thrust. His own face was patched red, but he was taking in my expression, watching for any sign. I knew instinctively that whatever one he found, he'd follow the road it led until he reached the end, then go find a new one.

"So fucking tight," he groaned, his eyes fluttering back for a moment as he enjoyed himself. I clung to him limply, my mind running further away each time his cock pressed further inside me. "So wet and warm… this perfect pussy…"

I needed more. I needed to be beaten into submission by him, but it seemed Spencer had something else in mind to drive me crazy other than brutally fast and hard sex.

His forehead pressed against mine as he picked up his pace. Spencer's breath fanned across my lips as he bottomed out, both of us sucking in deep as my body adjusted to him. Each roll of his hips was focused, poised to hit me deep and elicit a moan with every firm push of his head against my cervix.

His eyes entranced me, my mind and problems drifting further away. I couldn't even remember my name. It didn't matter anyways. All I existed in at that moment was Spencer, in what he was giving me and what I took without hesitation.

He kissed me with purpose, using each press of his lips to accentuate a thrust, a moan, an animalistic grunt from him. Even the rushing river faded into the void of my mind. Our breathing became the only sound I heard, the sharp slap of his hips hitting mine echoing around us.

"Spencer…" I whined, nuzzling close, desperately. Forceful huffs burst from my throat with each thrust, as though he were more than happy to fuck the breath out of me completely.

My body took everything he gave. My mind fell into a fog, a hazy gray space of our breathing and the sweat on our skin. We slid together with ease, both of us moving in time and falling further into the sensation.

He destroyed me in an instant with this. My ecstasy stood up tall in the flowers, all bright yellow blooms at the tip. He set me on fire, put out but left to smolder in the mid morning sun. That ember stayed lit, and as my orgasm crested, my trembling jaw fell open once more to call his name up to the skies and disappear in the clouds.

"Cum for me," Spencer murmured against my lips as I chased him subconsciously. His entire being swallowed mine, absorbing me into his chest as we became one in that moment. "Crumble to pieces, Honey. Honey…"

I shattered, my gaze locked to his. Spencer never let up, never stumbled. He was this steady presence to cling to as a part of my mind burst into pebbles, the walls I'd kept up all these years exploding into rubble. I fell apart. I crumbled.

The fire refused to dissipate, the smoldering flames lingering to be risen again. Spencer thrust hard one last time, capturing my lips with his. We slotted together perfectly, and I pulled him tightly to me as he moaned desperately into me. I felt him cum, the thick rush of heat that filled me even though he was protected. His groans turned to trembling grunts as he finished, nearly collapsing when he was done.

Spencer pulled away just enough to press a trail of kisses down my jaw and neck, soft whispers fanning across my skin, "Perfect, perfect girl… good girl…"

His praises echoed through my bones, bouncing between my rib cage until they hit my heart. I reveled in them, his gentle hands brushing back my hair and his sweet words piercing me like a knife.

"You're fucking amazing, Honey," he said one last time. We both sighed as he pulled out, then got to his knees.

I found myself pulling up to sit. My arms wrapped around my knees, holding them close to my chest as he went about taking off the condom and cleaning himself up. I heard the crinkle of the wrapper, the sounds of it hitting the trash can, but my eyes were focused on the scenery around us.

Emotions I couldn't place swirled in my chest. The broad expanse of forestry laid out before me like an endless haven. I was safe. I was satisfied. Still, my body shuddered as hot tears came suddenly. My jaw clenched tightly to keep them in check, but I couldn't stop the swell of vulnerability that surfaced.

"Hey," Spencer said softly, his gentle hand landing on my shoulder. I couldn't look at him. His arms encircled me instead. I wished it felt like a vice, something to break free from, but again Spencer Reid was something solid and warm to lean against, to be consumed by.

"I don't…I don't know what's wrong with me," I muttered. My skin melted into him, my arms leaving my knees to clutch his and keep them around me. "I need to be touched. I don't know why."

Spencer's legs spread to pull me between them, his thighs encasing my own. I molded to fit his bigger frame, letting him hold me and in the same moment holding him so tightly around me I might be crushed.

"You're not doing anything wrong," he murmured, his lips brushing against my ear. I was so ashamed of being seen. I wanted to disappear to nothing with the weight of his eyes looking right through me. "You let go. You didn't lose control, you gave it up, and it was glorious. Just take a minute to get it back."

I took a deep breath and closed my eyes. The scent of sweat and sex swirled around us, the faint plume of coffee beans just on the edge from the nearby fire. Its soft crackles grounded me, the steady rise and fall of his chest against my ribcage calming my fast beating heart.

"Thank you for giving that to me," Spencer whispered after a while.

I turned enough to look up at him, but he never let me go. My brows furrowed together as I swallowed a lump in my throat, not sure how to phrase what I wanted to ask. “Why did you want that?”

Spencer’s eyes widened a bit, but then they softened for me. One hand came up to cup my jaw and rub a light circle into my cheek. He sighed, “Let’s just say it’s been a long time since I’ve had any real intimacy with anyone. Sex is one thing, but this?”

His palm smoothed down my arm, lightly squeezing my bicep. He hugged me tighter and gave a little grunt with the effort. “I’m not in the place to ask anyone to trust me enough for this. I’m a fucking mess, a loner, and I’ve been running from my problems for years instead of just facing them. I can’t keep a girlfriend long enough for real intimacy to happen.” “Then why did you ask me for it?” I asked quietly, my voice shaking just enough to denote a bit of fear. Not of him. Of myself, of how much I enjoyed it.

“After what happened at Tooky’s…” Spencer trailed off, taking in a deep breath. He needed a moment to gather up his courage, opting to press his lips to my forehead to gather his thoughts. I leaned into it, sucking up any bit of comfort I could get in that instant. Spencer sighed against me, “I find myself trusting you. It’s been a long time and selfishly, I’d like to let myself do that more before I leave.”

He pulled back to look down at me, “Is that okay?”

His eyes were filled to the brim with a hesitant uncertainty I’d never really seen from him. He was so guarded, so angry and lonely, but as I watched him it seemed to strip away delicately to show a deep part of him. Spencer was vulnerable, and dreadfully alone. I was too.

“Yes,” I replied softly. “I want that too.”

The sweet smile that cracked open on his tired face made my heart swell. He seemed so relieved. Spencer kissed my forehead again before pulling me in close. We sat like that for a while, the slow trickling of the river taking away some of the emotions with it, flowing out to sea.

"Wildflower Honey," Spencer murmured quietly as we dozed later, tangled up under a blanket found in the back of my van and holding one another tightly as the day lazily passed us by. We didn't talk much, or about anything but some of the things we were interested in sexually.

He said it again, Wildflower Honey, in a soft whispering exhale as he fell asleep. He started to snore quietly, and I smiled against his fuzzy naked chest. We drifted to sleep in the evening heat.

Wildflower Honey.

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The Cove

AN: Please bear with me I literally haven't written fan fic in like 7 years but I cannot get this concept out of my mind.

Word Count: 1930

Dew enjoys being a fire ghoul, he does. But that doesn't mean he doesn't occasionally miss the water. When it starts to get to him Rain is there to help.

Dew keeps a small vial of water around his neck at all times. It’s filled with water from a small saltwater cove in the woods behind the abbey. Terzo had the cove put in for Dew when he noticed how excited the ghoul was after a group trip to the beach. Technically water ghouls are connected to all water but Dew had always had an affinity for saltwater.

It’s been a few years since the ceremony and the transition but part of him still yearns for his former element. When he’s alone he remembers the peacefulness of floating aimlessly in the sea and his fingers drift to the slight bumps where his gills once were. You wouldn’t notice them if you didn’t know to look but to Dew, they were a constant reminder. A reminder of being called into Sister Imperator’s office, of being told what was going to happen, of how they chanted and he screamed as they burned his element from his body, of the months after spent in bed trying to breathe through the smoke suddenly coursing through his veins.

He’s still unsure of why it needed to happen. Why they couldn’t just summon another fire ghoul from the pit when Ifrit left. The clergy rarely explained themselves and certainly not to the ghouls.

Don’t get him wrong, he does love his newfound warmth and the boost of energy he gets when Papa calls for pyrotechnics during rituals. He loves how his packmates fight to be next to him when it gets cold on the bus. But he can’t help but feel like he lost a bit of himself that night in the abbey. So he wears his little reminder no matter where he is, he looks longingly out the bus window when they drive past the ocean, and when all else fails he leans on Rain.

Lucifer knows he doesn’t deserve Rain. He was terrible to him when he arrived. Jealous of the new ghoul who got to commune with his element while Dew lay in bed feverish, dehydrated, and struggling to come to terms with his situation. It took months before Dew warmed up to him but Rain had never held it against him. Rain is his rock when it all gets too much.

They had been back from the last leg of the tour for a day. It was a rough one for Dew, he had tweaked his back during one of the first nights and the dull ache had persisted for the next few weeks. The weather had been bad enough that they had to cut down on the fire in the shows, so he wasn’t even getting to commune with his new element. And if that wasn’t enough to make him feel off, they had spent most of the tour driving up the coast, which meant he had spent far too much time curled in a ball and staring out the window at his beloved ocean. His packmates tried their best to lift his spirits but it only helped so much.

Everyone had split up to recharge in their own way upon their return to the abbey. Rain had stopped Dew to check in but Dew had assured him that he was just tired and gone to bed. Rain wasn’t sure he believed him but went to soak in the lake and recoup.

The air ghoulettes are curled up in the common room watching a movie when Rain walks in 12 hours later, hair still dripping with water. “Has anyone seen Dew?”

“Aether was looking for him earlier but I don’t think he found him. Did you check his room?” Cumulus responds when Cirrus shakes her head.

Rain makes his way to the ghoul hallway and knocks on Dew’s door. When he doesn’t get an answer he knocks again “Dewdrop I'm coming in.” He opens the door to an empty room. The bed still perfectly untouched, Dew’s tour bag sitting on top of it unopened. Now he’s worried.

Dew is sitting on the grass by the cove with his knees pressed against his chest and his hands clawing into the messy bun he’s had his hair in since the last ritual. His tail wrapped around himself. Tears still occasionally run silently down his cheeks. Fire ghouls normally can’t cry, their body temperature warm enough to evaporate the tears but it’s one of the few remaining traits of his old life. He only allows himself to cry here. At his cove. Nobody uses it these days, lying forgotten by the clergy. It’s still his favorite spot on the grounds. He doesn’t go in anymore, scared of what will happen when it doesn’t feel like it used to. But he comes and sits by its banks when he can. Rain is the only one who knows about it.

Rain, who’s probably in the lake right now. The flow of the water recharging him. Relaxing as he uses his gills for the first time since tour. Dew misses that feeling. Sure the excitement of fire is great but he misses the serenity of his beloved cove. His tears start back up in earnest when he thinks about it. He’s sobbing with his head between his legs before he can try to calm himself. He’s too in his own head to see Rain making his way over.

Rain picks up the pace when he sees Dew curled up. Diving onto his knees once he’s close enough. “Oh, Dewdrop. I’m sorry I didn’t realize it was this bad.” He hugs Dew into him as he sobs. He knows Dew is in no shape to speak like this so he just holds him for as long as he needs.

“Rain… I miss it. I miss it so bad.” Dew eventually whispers.

“I know Dewdrop. I’m so sorry.” Rain wipes the tears off Dew’s face.

“I just- I want-“ he stops himself.

“What do you want, sweetheart?”

Dew shifts uncomfortably “Forget it. It's dumb.”

“It’s not dumb if you want it.”

Dew’s quiet for a minute and Rain can feel the smaller ghoul steadying his breathing. “I mean… I just wish I could be swimming. Like I used to.”

“That’s not dumb. And you know you can still swim. What’s stopping you?”

There’s another moment of silence before Dew quietly answers “It won’t be like it used to be”

Rain puts his hand under Dew’s chin and turns him to look at him. “It won’t be. But that doesn’t mean it won’t still be nice.” Dew still looks hesitant. “Want to start by dipping your toes in? That could be nice.” Dew nods and begins wordlessly struggling with his boots. Rain kicks off his sandals and helps Dew where his hands are shaking too hard to untie his shoes.

Dew lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding the second his toes hit the water. Rain watches as his brow relaxes and does his best to pretend he can’t hear the quiet purrs coming from next to him. They sit quietly for a while with their feet in the cove. Eventually, Rain can sense the tension returning. “Dewdrop”

“Hm?”

“Do you want to go further in?”

“… I don’t know”

“I’ll go in with you.” He stands and pulls Dew up with him. “Do you want to go first or should I? I’ve never swum in this cove before.”

Dew looks at his reflection in the water “You should it's a good cove”

Rain takes his hand “I wouldn’t want to without you.” Dew watches Rain’s reflection, thinking about how good it would be to be swimming together.

“What if I don’t remember how to swim?” Rain can’t help but laugh at the ridiculous notion.

“You’ll remember. I promise. It's in your blood. Come on.”

Rain takes off his shirt and pulls off his shorts. Dew stares at his gills and freezes. Rain has seen him shirtless before, he knows about Dew’s closed gills but for some reason, he has never felt more vulnerable. “I can help you. If you want.” Dew nods and Rain unbuttons his shirt before helping him shimmy out of his jeans. The second he’s undressed Dews's hands shoot around his body to cover the spot where his gills were. “It's ok Dewdrop. You’re ok.” He reaches to unclasp the chain holding the vial around Dew’s neck. Dew grasps what has become his security blanket and after a moment slowly takes it off himself, hands shaking. He gently puts it on top of his clothes. Rain gently takes his hands in his, kissing them. He puts his forehead to Dew’s and starts breathing deliberately to help calm the anxious ghoul. When Dew’s breathing has steadied, Rain finally speaks. “Do you want to walk in together?” Dew nods again and Rain slowly leads them into the water.

Dew grips Rain’s hand tightly as they walk in. By the time the water hits his knees, his face has erupted into the purest smile Rain has ever seen. A tear runs down his cheek and the taller ghoul wipes it with his thumb.

“Welcome back Dewdrop” Rain kisses him on the cheek. Dew pauses and lets go of Rain’s hand to let his hair down. Rain takes a step back so he can fuss with his long locks. Once he’s sufficiently shaken out his bun Dew looks Rain in the eye, smiles, and dives in. Rain waits for just long enough to be pulled under by Dew, who has decided he’s not moving fast enough.

It may have been a few years but the cove is still Dew’s domain. Sure he can’t see as well underwater and he did momentarily forget he would have to go to the surface to breathe, but he knows these waters like the back of his hand. Rain follows him around as he gets reacquainted, allowing Dew to show him around the rocks, plants, and fish that live there. It’s the most excited Rain has seen him in a long time. They swim around like that, taking trips up for Dew to breathe until Rain notices Dew’s swimming begins to slow. He leads Dew towards the shallow bank of the cove and they lay there blanketed by the water.

“It’s our day off and we decided to go to the aquarium and there was this lovely little cowfish who clearly wasn’t being cared for properly and it was really pissing me off. So I ran and bought a small tank from the gift shop and got Aether to cause a distraction and I rescued him. And then I snuck him out of the aquarium and onto the bus and kept him hidden from Papa in my bunk for the rest of the tour. And that’s how I met Bubbles! I’m so glad he’s still doing ok.” They had been laying there for an hour, Dew spread across Rain’s chest telling him stories of the different creatures he had in the cove.

“Of course, he’s doing ok, you take such great care of him. Of all of them.”

Dew lifts his head up just enough to look at the ghoul beneath him “I try, I come out as often as I can. I get worried about them when we’re on the road.” Dew yawns and lays back down.

“You know you can go to sleep, Dewdrop. The cove and I will still be here when you wake up.”

Dew considers protesting but snuggles into Rain and for the first time in years falls asleep to the gentle lull of the waves.

#no beta we die like men #instead of a pet name Rain calls Dew by his full name don't ask me why but it's correct #dewdrop ghoul #nameless ghouls #rain ghoul #dewdrop ghost #rain ghost #raindrop #ghost fanfiction #rain x dewdrop #rainy dewdrop #sodo ghoul #sodo ghost #i wrote a thing

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Bittersweet - Henry Cavill - (Grand Suite part 8)

Pairing: Henry Cavill x OFC

Warnings: Throughout this miniseries there will be 18+ content so minors DNI!

Word count: approx. 6,6k

A/N: Hi there darlings! So here it is, the final chapter of Grand Suite. As said before I never had a mini-series planned when I posted Check, please? I wanna thank each and everyone of you who had left me a like, reblog or comment. Know that this means the world to me since I haven't been writing for that long and because my native langue isn't English. This was a great learning for me as well as a rollercoaster, thank you for riding along. The book mentioned is called 'Under The Whispering Door' and I recommend this with all my heart, the story had me in tears.

Without further ado, I hope you enjoy this final chapter, bit longer than usual but I got carried away, whoops. Read the other parts here -> Masterlist Grand Suite🔥

The minutes, hours and days flew by, much to your disappointment. Your days existed mostly out of working at the bar and meeting up with Henry when both of your schedules allowed.

Against the odds and the promise you made to yourself you got addicted to him. And you got addicted badly. When you were not together he was constantly on your mind. Your wits working overtime with flashbacks of your time spend together. Your skin crawling and body buzzing, aching to be touched by him.

But it turned out the feeling was utterly mutual as Henry was there whenever he wasn’t working. Making sure to wait for you when closing up the bar. His broad, welcoming hand splayed on the small of your back, guiding you to the now oh-so-familiar suite.

You certainly lost count of the times you’ve fucked but gods, it was a lot and each and every one of them was out of this world. Leaving you breathless and craving for more. There was no surface of the suite untouched. The kitchen counter, the creme colored couches, the bath tub, the shower, against the floor-to-ceiling windows in the middle of the night, countless times in bed and even on the floor in the middle of the suite. Both burning with desire that you couldn’t even make it to the bed. So you decided to fuck right then and there, riding him till the both of you fell into oblivion.

Tonight was the last night before he would leave for his next project. You knew that this day would come but now that it was here you felt… You weren’t sure how you felt. It was weird. Strange. Feeling kind of numb but at the same time feeling all the emotions you possessed.

Stop. You thought. You knew this. You knew that this day would come and that he had to go. The sacred and comfortable bubble you’ve spent the last weeks in would burst, but before it would you still had one night together. One whole night to savor each other. Savor each word you would exchange. Savor each touch. Savor each breath.

So you took a deep one, a deep breath and straightened your back. No time to be Debbie Downer. You blinked and looked at Henry who looked back at you the same moment. A small, sad smile appeared on his face. Showing he probably shared the same thoughts so you gave him a big smile, showing your teeth and bumped into him with your shoulder.

Without a word he swiped the card against the lock and held the heavy door open for you. As you stepped over the threshold you bowed your head and gave him an exaggerated curtsy which made him snort and shake his head.

Before you could take another step he had grasped your hand, holding you back. One of your brows shot up, silently questioning him.

“This way, Joanne,” he said softly and made his way towards the kitchen, dragging you along with him.

“Sit.” He ordered and let go of your hand. You licked your lips and suppressed a shudder while taking a seat at the adjoined kitchen counter, placing your elbows on the cool marble and folded your hands so you could lay your chin on them.

“What are you doing?” You asked and followed him curiously. He sighed and placed his palms onto the counter leaning a bit forward, his hands supporting his weight. My. my. The simplest things made him look so incredibly hot.

He snorted when he noticed how you eyed him, or more like eyefucked him. “First,” he started and quickly flicked your nose, making you wince and tried to swat his hand away. “I’m gonna cook for us.”

“Mmm, are you?” you said and regained your previous position, head tilting on your folded hands. That sounded nice to begin with, especially since you only used the kitchen occasionally for some breakfast. “And then?”

He leaned forward and supported himself onto his forearms, his face close to yours. “Then we can take a nice bath, enjoy the city view while I finish the last chapter.”

“Mmm,” you hummed again, waiting for him to continue.

“And then I’m planning to fuck you on and against every surface in this room. Starting with the bath or the bed. But in the end both.” This time you couldn’t stop the shudder from running down your spine. The familiar flames of desire licking your insides.

“Do you like that?” He asked and tilted his head. You swallowed and mentally pulled your head out of the clouds, trying to keep your face straight.

“I think I can work with that.”

He smiled at your answer and pushed himself of the counter. Your eyes glided over his broad shoulders, his back and that delicious ass of his while he grabbed two glasses and a bottle of wine. As he turned around he placed the glasses in front of you and uncorked the bottle of wine, all of this without losing your gaze.

“I was planning to make us some fresh pasta while we enjoy this lovely Chianti Classico wine. According to Mario it is one of the best from Tuscany, Italy.”

He handed you the glass of wine which you happily accepted.

“Mario?” You asked while swirling the glass and took a sniff. The delicious scent of cherry, dried herbs and smoke filled your nose and your brows shot up when Henry’s words hit you. Was he talking about Mario from your favorite Italian restaurant?

“You went to Mario’s restaurant?”

You looked at the counter and noticed the necessarily ingredients for pasta neatly splayed out, the cheese and meat in the familiar wrap with Mario’s logo. Oh my god.. He did went to Mario’s to fetch these supplies.

“I did, he really was a charming guy. He gave me a tour around the restaurant and adjoined deli, he even showed me how to make pasta, told me he was preparing for this evening and insisted on teaching me how to kneed the perfect dough. I can see why it’s your favorite restaurant.”

He said and heaved his glass to toast it with yours but all you could do was gape at him, your heart squeezing at the thought that he went across town to visit your favorite restaurant, made pasta dough with Mario and collected the matching ingredients. And that while being so casual about it. It was.. very humbling and you had to swallow the sudden lump in your throat.

Henry frowned. “You don’t like red wine?”

“No, no! I do!” You quickly replied and without thinking your hand shot forward to cover his. “It’s just that… I just got a bit overwhelmed. I do love red wine and I think what you did, or am doing it’s very- it’s humbling and making me a bit shy to be honest.”

You lowered your eyes as you felt blood rush to your cheeks, turning them a soft scarlet shade and looked up when Henry squeezed your hand. His eyes now carrying a soft and affectionately look.

“I want to enjoy this evening. Cherish the moment we have together but please tell me if it’s too much. No expectations of obligations, remember?” He referred to the deal you’ve made before. No expectations or obligations as well as no feelings, no strings attached, just sex.

Your heart felt like had grown twice its size. Taking a deep breath you smiled at him. “I want to enjoy the evening too, so let’s cheers to that and the lovely time we’ve spent together. I really had a great time Henry, thank you.” You raised your glass and waited for him.

“So did I and still am. Thank you, Joanne,” he said and raised his glass clinking it with yours, both taking a sip after.

—

Volare, oh oh. Cantale, oh oh oh sounded through the speaker as the both of you sang along or at least made an attempt and laughed when you wanted to continue but failed since the both of you didn’t speak Italian.

The vibe in the suite was now relaxed and pleasant. Both of you enjoyed cooking together and occasionally taking a sip from the flavorsome Chianti wine. While you cut all the vegetables Henry took care of the meat and making sure that the handmade pasta was ready to be cooked.

You were having an easygoing conversation when all of the sudden Henry threw a sniff of flour in your face. You coughed and squealed his name which made him shake with laughter after he saw your shocked face.

“You did not!” You exclaimed and grabbed a handful of flour and threw it in his direction but missed, he was fast and dodged your attempt, catching your wrist instead and pulled you flush to his chest which made you squeak and giggle.

“Henry!”

“Joanne!” He retorted with the most shit-eating grin while holding your wrists in a tight grip. You puffed and groaned at him. Henry tilted his head and grabbed both of your wrists in one of his broad hands, with his free hand he dusted some of the flour of your face. His wide grin now turning smaller and more serious, his eyes tracking every feature of your face and lingering on your eyes and lips.

Like a magnet you moved towards each other, lips softly and gently connecting. The familiar warm feeling spreading throughout your body and gods, you never grew tired of the way his lips felt.

“Alright, we should finish the pasta.” You said when he pulled back and he nodded.

“Yeah… even though I would love to splay you on top of this counter and have you as my personal appetizer, you’re right we should finish the pasta.”

His words made your heart thrum in your chest and your nostrils flare while taking in a deep breath.

Was there anyone in the world who could have an orgasm just by hearing some words? Because if not you were sure it could be you. The thought of him feasting on you on the freaking kitchen counter, hot damn that’d be sexy as hell.

You shook your head to shake off the arousing thoughts. Focus. You told yourself. There would be enough time left to have sex, multiple times in fact. Let’s take this time to enjoy this moment, enjoy him and not only think or fantasize about his amazing dick for once.

You licked your lips and said, “What time do I set the timer for the pasta?”

“Three minutes.”

“Three? Well I can think of a way how to spend those three minutes wisely.”

He groaned. “You’re are insufferable.”

“But you like that about me,” grinning wickedly you stood on your tiptoes to peck a kiss on his lips.

“Mmm,” he grumbled, “I do.”

With those words he placed a second quick kiss on your lips and spun you around and smacked your ass.

“Back to work Joanne.” He ordered and you bit your tongue but did as he asked.

—

Together you had finished preparing the pasta and now sat across each other at the large dinner table. Two long candles placed on each side of you illuminating Henry’s now oh so familiar features. The warm orange tone dancing over his sharp jawline, the flames reflecting in his eyes giving him an alluring look.

“Tell me,” he started and placed his cutlery on the mahogany surface, already finished his plate. “What are your plans?” He asked.

You just took a bite so you covered your mouth when you asked. “Mwy plawns?”

“Are you planning to keep working at the bar?”

You swallowed and shook your head, “Well, I think I will for at least six months or so till I have saved enough so I can quit my job and travel.”

“Where do you wanna go?”

“Italy, obviously.” You answered and tilted the palms of your hands upwards, pointing them at your plate.

A smile crept upon his face. “I could have known.”

“You could.” You teased and twirled the last bits of pasta on your fork, slurping the final string which slipped, causing some drops of sauce to splatter on your chin.

Henry leaned forward, supporting himself on his lower arms, swiping his thumb over the few drops and licked them off which drew a shaky breath from you.

He then asked, “Where about in Italy?”

You cleared your throat. “Tuscany to start with, discover all the nice places like Pisa, Lucca, Cinque Terre - do you know that one? It’s with the five small picturesque villages on the coastline which are absolutely stunning! After that I’m moving on to the Chianti region to see the vineyards and taste this-“ you pointed at your glass, “delicious wine and from there on I’ll see where I go, maybe hang around that region for a while before I move on South to the Amalfi coast.” You happily said and felt an excitement spread out all over your body. The pictures of the beautiful landscape and tasteful cuisine roaming free in your head, sweet lord you couldn’t wait to go and discover all that.

Henry nodded. His eyes wandered over your features and a caring expression adorned his face. There was moment of silence before you asked. “What?”

He shook his head as his teeth appeared when his smile broadened. “Nothing, just-“ he paused for a moment, “it’s just lovely to see how you’re blooming by just talking about this adventure. I was picturing how your face would look like when you’re really there.”

You scrunched your nose and smiled shyly at him. “So am I.” You answered and looked up. “I’m also wandering how the story of Wallace and Hugo will end, would you read it to me?”

You referred to the book Henry had mentioned earlier and had read to you the moments you shared together. His voice was so comfortable and soothing, hearing him read aloud was just something else out of this world and you made a mental note to add that to your kink list.

“Ofcourse darling, why don’t you fill the bathtub while I clean the plates. I will join you right after.”

—

A moment later you were surrounded by the soothing scent of lavender while the deep tones of Henry’s voice reached your ears. Your back comfortably resting against his muscled chest, feeling it vibrate as he read the final pages of the book. Eyes drifting shut, not because you were tired ‘cause you wouldn’t want to miss a thing, but to enjoy and savor his deep voice, taking it all in and making a mental recording so you could relive this moment.

Henry took a deep breath, you rising along with him as his chest puffed and finished the final sentences of the book. You felt a swift breeze on your face as Henry shut the book and with a soft thud it landed on the floor next to the bath.

There was a moment of silence, you being the first one to break it. “I think that this is one of the most touching books I’ve read- or I mean heard in a long time.” You said softly and felt Henry nod accordingly.

“I totally agree, lovely written. Like being wrapped in a gay blanket.” His review made you snort but nodded as well. “Totally agreed, thank you for reading it to me.”

You leaned your head back on his chest while his fingers interlaced with yours. “My pleasure, darling.” He answered and pressed a kiss on the soft spot behind your ear which drew a satisfied hum from you.

Skin starting to tingle while your breathing slightly increased. He roamed his fingers over your stomach, drawing slow and small circles while your hands kept intertwined so you followed every move. He slowly started to ascend, following an invisible pattern on your skin, the tips of his fingers brushed against the swell of your breasts. Your nostrils flared slightly at the sensation. Despite laying in a warm bath goosebumps started to appear on your flesh and you swallowed a moan.

While he continued his expedition he placed another kiss and then felt his lips on the shell of your ear, his voice an octave lower. “Talking about pleasure… allow me.”

You nodded. Feeling like your tongue was tied, especially when he moved further, grabbing both of your breasts and massaged them gently. Squeezing them with some pressure and then released a bit, repeating this several times before shifting his attention to the erected buds. This time you let the moan slip from your throat and arched in his touch.

His hands slipped from yours as he wrapped one hand around your throat while his other lay flat on your stomach, pressing you more against him. You moved your hands up, reaching behind you and tangled your fingers in his curls.

The grip around your throat tightened as he pulled your head further back. “Are you wet for me, Joanne?” He purred in your ear as his hand teased your lower stomach.

You swallowed and looked at him from the corner of your eye before answering him in a hushed voice. “Guess you have to find out for yourself.”

A deep rumble vibrated through his chest as his hand moved painfully slow to your throbbing parts. Gods, you wanted him so bad. He was like an all-consuming drug which had you totally hooked and addicted. Having him had so many times but still couldn’t get enough, only wanting more, more and more.

“Fuck Henry,” you breathed. “Just touch me, please.” Eager to feel more of the sensation that he pulled and your plead was answered. His hand dipped further down, stroking your soft petals, up and down, up and down.

You clutched his curls and bucked your hips into his touch, water sloshing to the sides of the tub. “So eager, aren’t we?” He teased but before you could answer he continued his descend which drew an approval growl from him when he met your wetness. “Oh, yes you are eager. I can definitely feel that, darling.”

You whimpered and your eyes fell shut when he slid two digits across your slit, massaging the aching bundle of nerves. One of your hands released his curls and roamed over his toned abs, reaching for his hard cock which was poking against your backside.

Your fingers curled around his hardness and started to pump him slowly. He placed his feet against the end of the tub and bucked his hips, syncing with you while he increased the pace and pressure on your clit. The action making the water slosh even more but you couldn’t care less if a drop was spilled. All you wanted was to keep this moment forever, chasing the familiar coiling in your stomach as Henry touched you in all the right places.

You squeezed him harder and flicked your thumb over his slit, making him curse in your ear. “Fuck, Joanne. I want you now.” He growled and before you knew it he had lifted you out of the tub, water splashing all around you as he threw the towels on the floor and splayed you onto your back. He was over you in an instant and you could’ve swore that your heart would pound right out of your chest as it beat aggressively against ribs.

“Oh Henry, I need you to fuck me.” You moaned and placed your hands against his shoulder blades, encouraging him to move faster. Your panting both paused as you felt his tip press against your center and with a snap of his hips he slid in, the sensation of him filling you up made your eyes roll back into your sockets.

There was no time to adjust as he started to increase the pace right away and fucking hell it was something that had you reeling for him. You wrapped your legs around his waist, pulling him in further. A few drops of water were hanging from his curls and splashed on your chest, almost feeling like the drops dissolved on a sizzling surface.

The sounds of slapping wet skin and moans and groans filled the suite and your toes started to curl when he brought you closer and closer to your release with every feral thrust.

“Wait,” you breathed and placed your palms on his pecs and Henry stopped immediately. But before he could ask what was wrong you continued, “I wanna ride you.”

It only took a second for him to grab your hips and flip the two of you around so you were on top. Placing your hands on his chest you sank all the way back down, the feeling making you whimper his name. Filling you deeper due this angle and causing you to see stars, the raw sensation flooding you as you started to roll your hips.

He painfully dug his fingers into the flesh of your hips and assisted you up and down. “Fuck,” he murmured, “just like that.” You bit your lip and felt your core clench around him, getting closer to that familiar and savored edge.

It didn’t go by unnoticed and Henry dug his heels into the floor and snatched his hips up. Hitting that sweet spot which had you trembling. “Yes Henry!” you moaned and increased your pace. He wrapped his arms around you and tugged you against his chest, taking over control and started to drill into you.

Your lungs now aflame as your breath was being fucked out of you. One of his hands moved to the back of your neck to pull you in a searing kiss while keeping his primal pace. After a few more thrusts he groaned your name and it was so hot that it sent you straight over the edge with him.

It took a few moments before either one of you spoke as the waves of the aftershock rippled through you. When you felt your heartbeat and breath steady you looked up at him.

“You really have me cockdrunk, you know?” You said and bit your lip when you realized that you said that out loud. Your thoughts spilled as your mind was still clouded with desire. But he barked out a laugh and stroked your back. “Well then you have me under your pussy spell.”

His retort made you snort as well and you shook your head. Thankful for his reaction and not thinking you were foolish. He cradled your face with both hands and kissed you.

—

After you got up and dried and cleaned yourself off you decided to dive under the comfortable covers, still being naked since there really was no point in getting dressed anyway.

Sighing as the weight of the soft duvet caressed your skin. Maybe you could steal this duvet and take it home with you. It felt like being pulled in this big, comfortable hug of clouds every single time. The image of you leaving the hotel with the large duvet under your arms created a grin on your face. You quickly turned your gaze to Henry when you felt his stare.

“What’s that grin about?” He asked amused and pinched your side which made you squeal.

“I was just picturing myself stealing this duvet, since it is so incredibly comfortable.”

“Mmm,” he started, “it is an amazing and soft duvet. Like being held in a fluffy embrace.” He rubbed his palm over the duvet as to check if it still was and you couldn’t help when a giggle escaped your throat.

He quirked a brow at you. “Are you laughing at me?”

“No, I wouldn’t dare!” You said exaggeratedly. “It’s funny because I just had the exact same thoughts.”

“Well great minds think alike, they say.”

“Yeah, they do.” You laid your head back onto the puffy pillow and sighed.

“What are your plans?” You asked and looked at the city view through the floor-to-ceiling windows. The sky repeating its usual palette of sunset orange and squishy pink.

“My plans?”

You turned your head to him. “You asked me earlier what my plans were. What are yours?”

“Mmm, I’m not allowed to talk about my future projects to anyone especially since there are still some unsigned papers. So quite a boring answer actually, sorry about that.” He wrinkled his nose and lifted your hands, pecking a kiss on the back of yours.

“I see, don’t worry about it.” You shrugged and licked your lips. “What about a holiday?” You then asked.

“Holiday?”

“Yeah holiday, you know, that time where you don’t have to work and do fun things, explore places and-“

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know what a holiday is you goof.” He interrupted playfully and pinched your side again which made you release a squeak. His fangs flashed in the setting sun and a burst of lightening shot through your veins, somehow still agitated by his beauty.

“To be honest I do have a tight schedule so there will be no holiday for me soon. But when I heard you talk so vividly about Italy it made me realize I haven’t had a lot of days off in the past few years and the thought of eating loads of real Italian pizza and pasta is really appealing and making me realize I probably should get some time off.”

You nodded eagerly. “You really should take some time off when you can. It’s so important to do something else besides work even if you love your job to death. I think it’s nice to charge yourself once in a while and live in the moment.”

He was quiet for a while and kept holding your gaze while gently moving his thumb over the back of your hand. “You’re totally right, Joanne. And now I want to live in this moment, with you. So come over here and kiss me.”

You inhaled sharply and launched yourself forward in his embrace, pressing your lips hungrily against his which he answered gladly. Hands roaming over your sides as you straddled his lap. Fuck. You could feel he already was hardening since his erection pressed against your center. You already knew that this man was unearthly but so was his stamina.

Even though you loved feeling him pressed between your legs, you moved along and kissed his neck, his sternum and then lower and lower till you’ve reached your destination.

Without wasting a second you started to lick the tip of his cock and stroked his shaft up and down, taking him in your mouth and licked and sucked on him which drew a curse from his lips. His hands started to snake into your hair and guided you up and down. You lifted your eyes to him and saw how he followed you closely. His gorgeous blue eyes now filled with desire. His jaw clenching as you sucked on his tip. With your other hand you caressed and massaged his balls which made him throw back his head into the pillow, soft moans spilling over his parted lips.

His chest heaved as you brought him closer to his peak with every stroke, lick and caress. You were halted by him when you wanted to move down again, so you looked up with just the tip in your mouth and send him a questioning look.

“Fucking hell Joanne, you’re gonna make me blow my load if you keep looking at me like that.” A spark of pride bloomed in your chest and stomach and couldn’t help when the corner of your lips curled up.

He continued, “turn that ass around and sit on my face.” You leaned back so you could speak, your hand still wrapped around his cock, slowly moving up and down spreading your saliva.

“W-what?” You stuttered as if you didn’t hear him correctly.

“You heard me.” He growled and moved forward. Grabbing your ankle and dragging you across the mattress which made you yelp, quickly grabbing your other one when he had you within his reach and placed it on the other side of him, digging his fingers with a lot of strength in your hips and laid back down, dragging you along with him so you now hovered over his face.

You braced yourself by placing your hands on his powerful thighs while looking over your shoulder. Your head spinning a bit from the fast motion and choked on a sob when he pulled you down, feeling the vibration of his words against your center. “I said sit, not hover.”

He moved his tongue along your slit, his hands spreading you open so he could flick his tongue over your clit which made you tremble.

“Fuck…” You mumbled and turned around, leaning down to take his cock into your mouth again. As you continued giving him head he hummed in approval, the vibrations increasing the coiling in your stomach.

Damnit, this was so fucking hot. Even though you’ve spent loads of time together where you pleasured each other with your mouth you never had done it at the same time and bloody hell, you regretted that you hadn’t done it earlier because it was exhilarating as fuck.

Muffled moans and panting breaths filled the space and you moved your hips. Marking all the right places which took you to the stars and beyond. You could feel Henry’s legs trembling as you kept stroking him and bobbing your head up and down, taking him as deep as you could.

You added a little pressure on his balls causing him to reach his release, spilling his warm seed into your mouth which you swallowed happily and made sure no drop was wasted. While still stroking him gently you leaned a bit back, feeling your own orgasm getting closer.

“Ah fuck Henry,” you moaned, “just like that!” You had your eyes now closed, totally devouring the sensation. The pleasant coiling in your stomach now totally consuming you. Your legs shook violently as you reached the edge.

“Yes, yes, yes!” You yelled and gasped for air as you came, and you came hard. Your ears rang from the blood pounding in your veins as the endorphins raced through your body, reaching all of your nerves and every fiber in your body.

“Gods,” you breathed out and lifted your leg over Henry’s face and rolled onto your back. Placing the back of your hand against your forehead which was glowing from the effort of your session. Leaving the both of you on cloud nine.

You felt his damp palm against your calve, soothing you by massaging the muscle. “You’re good?” He asked panting while patting your calve.

“Yeah,” you answered and licked your lips. “More than good, to be honest. My goodness. I think I just exploded and need to collect myself together.”

Henry laughed. “Same.”

—

After your intense, double session you decided to take a break. Even though you would love to continue all night long you also needed to catch your breath and collect some energy.

In the meanwhile the sun had completely set, causing the sky to change into this deep azure tone. Meaning time was creeping by and it was creeping by quit fast.

When you had collected your strength you had walked towards the bathroom. Splashing cold water in your face to cool down and eagerly gulped a glass of water, filling it again and walked back to the bed, handing Henry the glass which he merrily accepted.

You laid on your side, facing him and stroked the adorable curl from his forehead. A smile tugged at his lips and his eyes fell shut. Taking a deep breath you kept stroking his face softly. Your heart squeezed a bit when the realization hit you. These were your last moments together. Knowing damn well that this time would come, but as the time passed by you were living in a kind of haze.

Maybe it was because you were denying and avoiding the way it made you feel because it made you feel… it was a contradictory feeling you had. A few weeks ago you had made a deal and maybe, just maybe it changed a bit for you. You would be lying to yourself if you had to admit that you didn’t have any feeling because you had. You couldn’t help it, but you also didn’t really mind. Was it inevitable? Yes, the deal was ‘no obligation or expectation and just sex’, but you got to know Henry. Learned more about him than just his body and having to get to know him personally was probably the point of no return. Not to even start about the fact that he arranged the Italian dinner and even though he did that for himself, he also did it for you.

It was like standing at a crossroad but knowing very well which path to take. And it would be the one where you would protect yourself and in a way you were kind of relieved that it was almost over. Only because then you wouldn’t be able to develop more and stronger feelings. Yes, saying goodbye would definitely suck but it was okay. It would be okay.

“Can’t sleep?” You startled a bit and met his gaze. His blue eyes illuminated due the moon shedding its light on his face.

“Yeah, bit lost in thoughts. Did I wake you up?” You asked and lowered your hand.

“No you didn’t,” he started and grabbed your hand. “I tried to get some sleep but can’t seem to find any.” You nodded at him, understanding exactly what he was talking about. He opened his mouth to say something but seemed to change his mind and closed it again.

“Kiss me, Henry.” You whispered. “Please.”

There was no need to repeat yourself as Henry cradled your face and pulled you in. Lips colliding, starting of gentle but then transformed into a hungry make-out session. Almost like the both of you felt how precious time was. You had your hands pressed to his cheek and slowly descended, moving over his chest, onto his abs and stroked his manhood which was starting to get hard.

“Have me one more time, Joanne, one more time.” He whispered back as his own hand slipped between your legs, his other arm had slipped underneath your shoulder and pressed you against him but leaving enough space so you could touch each other.

You looked down, eyes gliding over his Adonis-like features as your chest started to rise and fall faster. You bit your tongue as Henry slipped his fingers further down, alternating between circling over your clit and teasing your entrance, making you look up at him again. He kept your gaze and it felt like your skin was pulled taught. As if your nerves lay right open and every touch was twice as sensitive.

You kept stroking up and down and felt how Henry started to move in sync with you. Your chest heaved and you lifted your hand up to your mouth, spitting some saliva on it and moved back down while you placed your other hand on his chest, over his heart which you felt pulsing against your palm. Henry cursed as the look on his face changed. Looking at you like a hunter eyeing a pray, reading to devour its victim.

As moans and pants escaped the both of you, you moved in unison. Wanting to give the other everything you’ve got, wanting to make the other feel better, forget time and be in this moment.

He plunged two fingers in and curled them which made you hitch out his name, eyes fluttering shut as he drew you closer and closer to your release.

Henry pressed his palm flat between your shoulder blades. “Look at me.” He demanded huskily and you opened your eyes. The familiar wave of pleasure washing over you as you kept stroking him, taking him with you as he moaned out your name. Feeling how his warm seed covered the skin of your lower stomach and you couldn’t suppress the moan slipping from your throat.

When you had catched your breath he leaning back to grab a towel and wiped the both of you. After he wrapped his arm around you so you were now in both of his arms, tugging you closer to him, feeling the soft curls of his chest press against your breasts.

“Try to get some sleep, Joanne.” You yawned and nodded while laying your head against his chest. Feeling how he titled his own and placed his cheek onto your head.

“Goodnight Henry.”

“Goodnight darling.”

—

The both of you woke that morning when Henry’s phone rang, his manager announcing when they would pick him up. Leaving you with just two hours and you’ve spent them wisely.

You had - as Jenny would say - pound another round in the bed and then took a shower together to get cleaned up but which - not to your surprise - turned into another hell of a hot session where he had you bended over the sink while he fucked you from behind. Grabbing you by your hair, tugging you back to his chest so you both could watch your reflection. It was hot as hell.

With just a few minutes left you had grabbed your stuff, glanced one more time at the grand suite and then left with Henry. The digital numbers in the elevator counting down to the ground floor and when you reached it Henry had looked at you and outstretched his arm, gesturing you to go first.

—

Once outside you sighted deeply. Henry cupped your cheek and you closed your eyes, leaning in to savor this feeling of him holding you, placing your palm automatically against his. He swiped his thumb over your lower lip and felt him lean in, replacing his thumb with his lips and pressed them gently to yours. A burst of all kinds of emotions shot through your body, a warm feeling spreading through your veins. He kissed you and somehow it wasn’t like the previous times you had kissed but he really, really kissed you.

He pulled back slightly and placed his forehead against yours. “Goodbye Joanne, and thank you. I had an amazing time with you.” He whispered and you nodded softly. “Thank you, Henry. And goodbye.”

Henry took a deep breath and leaned back, swiping his thumb over your lower lip again and gave you a soft smile. Without saying anything further he took a step back, causing his hand to slip from your face which drew a shaky breath from you but returned his smile. You didn’t need to speak another word, knowing damn well you both felt the same so you nodded once and then turned around.

Without looking back you turned around the corner and shook your head. Almost not believing how you’ve had spend the last weeks together. Your soft smile turned wider while touching your lips softly, still feeling the ghost of his kiss and the caress lingering on your face.

Sure, the next few days would be hard but you knew it would end this way and that you for sure had to detox from him since he was like a personal drug to you. Feeling kind of bittersweet about all this but also grateful. You took a deep breath, straightened your back and continued your way, on to your next adventure as Henry’s last words echoed in your head.

I had an amazing time with you.

You bloody well had an amazing time with him too.

A/N 2: So thank you all again for joining me on my journey. If you like to stay tuned for my other stories I suggest you follow me so you stay updated. I would love to hear your thoughts on this mini-series, it means the world to me and it inspires me to create more content 🤗

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bitchinbarzal · 1 year

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little slice of heaven | life with otis

summary; today of all days, they know he’s their little piece of heaven.

warnings; this talks about parental death, more specifically Brock’s dad, Duke. If that makes you uncomfortable please don’t read.

This year was a write off, you’d decided.

It was horrible from the off set and throughout. To go from last off season getting married and buying your first home to this one, spent by your father in law’s bedside. You’d spent the first half of the year facing issue after issue with your house build and receiving time after time, negative pregnancy tests.

You weren’t even in Minnesota when it happened. You were in Vancouver closing on your house sale, Brock told you he wanted to be at home in case.

He didn’t say anything on the phone, he just cried.

“I’m coming baby, just hold tight”

The day of the funeral was quiet, nobody spoke much and you didn’t blame them.

Getting back to the house where it was just family felt nice, everyone in there was grieving the same.

You’d been feeling off all day, dizzy and sick.

“How’re you feeling my love?” You mumble, kissing his shoulder and sitting down next to him.

“Numb I guess, Petey called”

“Yeah he asked me how you were, said he’s sorry he couldn’t come on time” you smile, holding his hand “Im sometimes worried he’s more of your wife than I am”

He chuckles, the first time you’d heard him laugh in a while.

“I Just… it doesn’t feel real that he’s not going to be here for things like my first cup? Our first child” he deflates and you can only run his hand soothingly

“I know baby, I’m so sorry”

“He should be here you know? I know we’ve been dealing with the negative tests and I’m so proud of you for your resilience. He was so happy for us and he won’t be here to see it when it’s finally a good result”

You couldn’t say anything, there was nothing to make that feel better.

Later that night, just before bed in the bathroom you were watching your face and looking for a towel. You pulled open the cupboards and a box fell out.

An unused pregnancy test lay at your feet. You looked at it and thought about when you’d last taken one. Deciding to just use it, the answer would be the same but a little bit of hope never hurt.

You’d used it, say it to the side and forgotten about it. Shutting off the lights and heading to bed.

Middle of the night, Milo had jumped onto the bed and woken Brock up so he decided to go to the bathroom while he was awake.

He saw it sitting there, confused he picked it up to throw it away before looking

pregnant

He dropped it, completely shocked. Forgetting the reason he was originally in the bathroom he walked back out to the bed and shook you awake.

You groaned “What? If the house isn’t burning leave me alone”

He smirked “You really thought you could get away with not telling me you’re pregnant?”

Your eyes shot open “I’m what?”

He looks equally as confused “You didn’t know? Who’s test is that?”

It dawned on you then “In the bathroom? Show me!”

He went in and emerged with it, you were now sitting up and grabbed it. Tears immediately filled your eyes “Oh my god”

You gave your husband a watery smile “We’re pregnant”

Brock engulfed you in a hug, peppering kisses all over your face “I love you, I love you! We’re having a baby, our baby!”

Laying there, staring out the window for the next few hours was bliss. His hand rested on your belly until you fell asleep.

When the sun began to rise and he could hear you snoring softly, his hand still hadn’t moved.

“Thanks, Dad” he mumbled, looking out of the window and towards the sun rising above the trees.

otis duke boeser

february 11th, 2023

He was early, but right on time.

Holding Otis as the Boeser’s filed into the room you smiled at the family fawning over him “Oh my he’s beautiful y/n”

“He is, isn’t he?”

“He picked some day to be born, eh?” Brock’s brother laughs.

“Yeah, Happy Birthday Duke and Happy Birthday Otis”

#life with otis

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uchihabbynic · 2 years

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The Morning

Characters: Shikamaru Nara x Fem!Reader

Mentions: Ino Yamanaka

a/n: I’ve been stuck with the most insane brainrot for Shikamaru for the past 72 hours - like my insides were gonna explode so this is a total random word vomit. Minimal plot, just vibes & Shikamaru smut 😈✨

Warnings: Smut; Unprotected Sex, Smoking, Brief Drug Use (Marijuana)

Word Count: 2.7k

Mood 🎧: Power of A Woman - Ella Mai

You lay awake in the early hours of the morning peeking through the curtains of his bedroom window, watching as the sun tried to break through the dark, rain filled clouds that had covered the sky since the night before. You were as still as a glass lake on a windless day, careful to not awaken a sleeping Shikamaru as you knew how much he valued his sleep.

You deeply inhaled the intoxicating, musky scent coming from the oversized gray t-shirt that Shika had let you borrow the night before. The wonderfully addicting smell filled your nostrils every time you shifted under the covers, sending icy shivers down your spine. While you and Shikmaru were seemingly content with being nothing more than close friends, recently - you’d noticed a newfound tension between you two.

(Cliché, I know)

The lingering touches, the intense eye contact that neither of you seem to wanna break, the faint blush that crawled across his cheeks - which was a bit uncharacteristic for him. And now - lying half naked next to the boy you’d been friends with since grade school just solidified the idea that you weren’t just imagining all these things.

Suddenly, you felt movement coming from the other side of the bed.

“Mmm.” Shikamaru grumbled as he turned over on his side - most of his face buried deep under the plush comforter. Messy strands of jet black hair laid sprawled across his pillow as he could never keep his ponytail intact while he slept.

“Mornin.” He managed. The deep, raspiness of his sleepy voice made your heart flutter. His almond eyes slowly opened and he peeked over the blanket, meeting your own (E/C) eyes.

“How’d you sleep?” You whispered, turning back on your side, face to face with the Nara.

“Fine. You?” Shikamaru asked followed by an exaggerated yawn before settling back down into the blanket next to you.

A small smile crept across your face. “I slept great. Thanks for helping me last night.”

“No need to thank me.” He mumbled, eyes fluttering - fighting to stay open.

“You were plastered, so there was no way I was letting you go home alone.” Despite the drowsiness that consumed Shikamaru after just having woken up, he managed a tiny smile.

“Shikamaru, the hero.” You let out a soft chuckle as you sat up in bed and carefully peeled the covers back, stepping onto the cold wooden floor beneath you.

“Coffee?” You asked as you shoved your feet into the thigh high socks you had previously thrown off the edge of the bed.

“Hm, that’d be nice.” Shikamaru replied, now propped up in bed on a mound of pillows, eyes gently closed once more - resting peacefully.

As you made your way across the bedroom and into the kitchen, Shikamaru couldn’t help but to force an eye open and peek at you as your hips swayed across the room. He quite loved the view of your perky nipples that protruded through the oversized heather gray tee he’d given you and plushy thighs that rubbed together with every step. This caused Shika to shift, adjusting himself under the blankets, ensuring that his morning wood stayed under control as much as possible.

The aroma of black coffee beans filled the small apartment as you brewed a cup for yourself and Shika, still allowing yourselves time to fully wake up.

Something had been on Shikamaru’s mind since he’d taken you back to his place from the bar that you and your friends had been spending the evening at. He’d overheard a drunken conversation you’d had with Ino and it had been replaying in his head since then. Being the analytical man that he was, Shika spent a good majority of the night playing it cool but trying to interpret every possible scenario of what he heard you say last night.

Did she really mean that? -No, she was just drunk.

Maybe she wasn’t talking about me. I must have heard it wrong.

You handed the piping hot mug to Shikamaru who was in the middle of re-adjusting his sleek, black ponytail. An uneasiness filled the pit of his stomach as he watched you climb back onto the bed, settling next to him. He figured there was no point in driving himself crazy over what he heard - he may as well put it all out there and hope for the best.

“Y/N. Can I ask you something?” Shikamaru’s jaw clenched, bracing himself for your response.

You peered over a Shika who was staring down at his mug, the steam flowing effortlessly out of the hot Cup of Joe he held. At that moment, he was determined to not make any eye contact and that in itself made you nervous.

“S-sure. What’s up?” you asked cautiously, taking a small sip from your own mug. The coffee warmed your belly in the best of ways, like receiving a hug from someone wearing a fuzzy sweater or wrapping yourself in a blanket fresh out the dryer.

Shika scratched the back of his head, more fidgety than normal. You held your breath for what was to come. Nara was always so put together. So sure of himself. Nerves very rarely got the best of him, so to see him in such an unsettled state - you had no idea what could possibly be on his mind.

“Well. I’m going to just come right out and say it.” He paused briefly before taking a deep breath.

“I heard you say something to Ino last night and I just… I know you were drunk but I thought I'd heard you say something about sleeping with me but not wanting to make our friendship weird...” He continued, cursing under his breath, instantly regretting having said anything - fearful that he may have ruined a nice, pure morning with his accusation.

Your heart rate immediately increased, thousands of questions prowled your mind as your eyes blew wide at the shocking realization that Shikamaru had indeed overheard your drunken rant to your best friend Ino about how much you’d fantasized recently about fucking Shikamaru but that you wouldnt dare ruin a perfectly good friendship. You suddenly sat in your own painful vulnerability as your cover was blown. You were exposed and there was no time to backpedal.

Shikamaru sat, now making eye contact with you as he patiently awaited your response but when he didn't immediately receive one, he panicked.

“You know what? Forget I said anything. The coffee’s really good.” he breathed out, awkwardly trying to avoid the subject.

“What? No. I’m sorry, I-” You were swimming in your own head trying to figure out what kind of response to give Shikamaru. He was the most intelligent man you knew, therefore; there was no need to lie as he’d figure you out eventually anyways.

“It’s true. I said that.” You boldly admitted to which Shikamaru’s head snapped up - his gorgeous chocolatey eyes as big as could be before regaining composure, forcing his expression to go back to a blank one.

Shikamaru raised his brow. “Did you now?” he replied coolly yet obviously intrigued.

Shika never wanted to show an ounce of vulnerability so playing it cool was his natural defense mechanism.

“-So what are you gonna do about it?” His eyes now traveling up and down your body, fixated on your shapely figure. It was no surprise that you looked 100x better in any of his clothes than he did.

You leaned forward, mere inches from Nara’s face. “You tell me.” you smirked.

No sooner than you could utter another word, Shikamaru cupped your face forcefully pulling you into him as your lips crashed into one another. You feverishly melted into the spontaneous kiss that Shika had planted on you. Considering he was a regular smoker, his lips were as soft as you’d always imagined them to be. Both of your tongues were fighting for dominance but being a woman who never backed down from a challenge - you didn’t let up even once, being sure to assert yourself.

The room was filled with breathy pants as you pushed Shikamaru back onto the bed - his back flat on the mattress, your lips still sewn to his as if it was all you knew in that moment. You climbed atop Shikamaru, straddling his waist. You immediately felt his thick, hard member brush against your inner thigh which evoked a muffled groan to leave his throat at the foreign contact.

You detached your lips from his just long enough to attach them to his jaw bone - sucking and nipping at all the most sensitive spots. You let out a soft moan as you felt his large hands smack both ass cheeks, gripping onto them forcefully. Shika was quite fond of the color green so it was no surprise that you had “unintentionally” slipped into olive green hipsters to sleep in the night before.

You continued to move down his neck, desperately leaving a trail of purple bruises as you went. The heat between your legs became an overwhelming sensation as you could feel yourself grow wetter by the second. You began skillfully rolling your hips over Shikamaru’s boxer briefs - his large cock curved to one side begging to be freed.

“Shit.” he grumbled lazily as he jerked underneath you at the delicious friction you were rewarding him with. You smiled on his scorching hot skin, proud of the subtle praise Shika was giving you as you greedily continued to plant kisses all across his neck causing him to squirm.

“I want it.” You breathed out, desperate for Shikamaru’s cock to fill every inch of you. Best friend or not, the man was gorgeous and this was one fantasy you weren’t going to let slip away.

“Then take it babygirl, it’s all yours.” he cooed, arms propped up behind his head allowing the perfect view of you as he watched you peel off the T-shirt that was now drenched in your sweat. Your tits fell out with ease evoking his constricted member to jump ever so slightly in the briefs that held it in.

Without hesitation, you hooked your fingers into the hem of his briefs, eagerly pulling them down past his thick, hairy thighs causing his cock to bounce up forcefully slapping his abdomen. You crawled down his body until you were face to face with his oozing, hard member, giving the tip a small kitten lick causing Shikamaru to jerk once more under you.

“Don’t tease me sweetheart.” Shikamaru spat, unable to sit still as the coolness of the AC and the warm heat of your breath lingered over his red, swollen cock.

As you continued your ministrations, wetting the tip - you whimpered back in pleasure hearing the Jonin grunt and mutter curses as he felt your plump lips attach themselves to the upper half of his length. This was a sensation that Shikamaru would never grow tired of.

You finally did as you were told and ceased the excessive teasing and brushed two fingers against Shikamaru’s lower lip, coaxing him to open his mouth allowing him to suck your digits before you inserted them into your needy cunt. As eager as you were, Shikamaru was way bigger than you expected him to be and you wanted to be sure that you could show up and show out, riding his cock with ease.

As you shimmied your panties down your legs, revealing your recently waxed pussy - Shikamaru sharply inhaled as he’d never seen you this way before. You spread your legs wide on either side of his thighs and hovered over the tip of his cock.

Shikamaru immediately gripped onto your hips, his nails digging into your feverish skin, guiding you down- as there was a slight curve to the massive member he carried between his legs.

“Atta girl. Just like that.” Shikamaru groaned as you slowly sank your sopping wet cunt down onto his cock.

Shikamaru’s cheeks flushed with the prettiest shade of pink feeling your gummy walls constrict around him the further you sank down. A loud moan tumbled from your lips as the Nara filled you to perfection.

“Fuck, Shika. It’s so big…” you whined, nose scrunched together as you began gyrating your hips in a steady motion riding his dick.

“Goddammit.” Shikamaru panted out, beads of sweat forming near his hairline.

While not usually very vocal in the bedroom, he was quickly unraveling underneath you - feeling your dripping heat strangle his cock. You suddenly increased the pace and began bouncing with much more fervor and intent while Shika had one hand planted on your ass and the other gripping your breast as you rode him into the mattress.

There was something so damn powerful about causing a man who was always so composed to completely lose control. You thrived off of it. Lived for it, even.

Shikamaru began drilling into you, thrusting his hips upwards to meet yours. The sound of skin slapping filled the bedroom - your legs were ready to give out underneath you as a familiar coil hit the pit of your stomach. Your legs began to shake. Your moans and whimpers bounced off the walls as you wholeheartedly lost yourself while Shika’s cock kissed your cervix. Your vision went blurred as you felt your orgasm violently crash over you, still dazed from Shikamaru fucking into you with everything he had.

For someone who was inherently lazy, he fucked like a champ and you were certainly not regretting the decision to give yourself to him. Finally, you tumbled over onto Shika's chest, completely out of breath while his cock still drilled into you as he chased his own high. Mere minutes later, he was shuddering and cursing as he came completely undone, filling you with his thick, hot cum.

As the two of you rode out your highs together, Shika leaned down and kissed the top of your head, lazily drawing circles on the small of your back as you laid, still straddling him.

“Not sure how we got here but… I actually love it.” You chuckled, breaking the comfortable silence.

“Shh. Don’t question it.” Shikamaru muttered, still caressing your lower back.

>>>

It was now mid morning and you and Shikamaru had laid in blissful silence together after the dirty deed you’d done. Neither of you asked any questions or dared to discuss it. You figured there’d be a time and place to unpack whatever the hell just happened between you two, but for now - you were just content with existing in the moment. Suddenly, a fierce growl erupted from your stomach causing the both of you to burst out into laughter.

“What the hell was that?” Shikamaru frowned, joking at the sound that had left your body.

“You fed me everything this morning but actual food, Nara. What do you think?” You smirked. You loved the way you could exchange smart ass remarks with Shikamaru and he’d never get offended because you both just got each other.

“You know I can’t think about food until I smoke first.” he replied, nonchalantly.

You sighed, jumping off the bed grabbing the pre-rolled joint you’d made sure to have ready for the both of you in the morning.

“Fine, let’s smoke. But then, you owe me breakfast.” You demanded as you threw on a fresh tee from Shikamaru’s drawer and a pair of his joggers.

“My cock wasn’t enough, huh?” He joked, slapping your ass as he jumped off the bed behind you, pulling some shorts onto his waist.

“Ha, ha.” You sarcastically replied as you made your way onto the balcony for your morning medicine.

You pulled up a chair next to where Shikamaru always sat for his cigarette breaks. Your lips wrapped around the joint with ease as you cupped your hand, bringing the pink lighter you carried to your mouth lighting the opposite end of the paper before taking a nice long drag.

You blew out, handing the joint to Shikamaru as you soaked up the rays of the mid-morning sun.

“So what do we tell our friends?” you asked, leaning back in the wicker chair.

Shikamaru shrugged, absolutely unbothered. “Nothing. Let’s keep this morning to ourselves. Our little secret.” He said, cracking a smile as he handed the joint back to you after taking a few small hits.

“Deal.”

#shikamaru x reader #shikamaru smut #shikamaru x y/n #naruto smut #brainrot

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calidore · 4 days

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cyberpunk

a very short ateez fic

summary: Under the neon gaze of Seoul, two past lovers meet at a local convenience store; two lovers who promised they will find each other in their next life. As the night grows older the secrets they share become more intimate. Will they fall in love again or should their love die with the night.

i wrote this thinking about yunho, but his name is mentioned once, so really it can be about any member heavenly inspired by "cyberpunk" by ateez. i took some lyrics from it too no warnings, but my writing is very mundane. i focus more on the vibes than the plot it didn't turn out exactly how i invisioned it, but i hope you like it

ao3 link: cyberpunk - bonefire - ATEEZ (Band) [Archive of Our Own]

also, my submissions are open

Darkness falls over the city, but its reign doesn’t last long, as the neon lights accompany it in a chaotic dance. The silence spreads around, trying to paralyze the city, but with no success. At night, Seoul is more alive than ever, at least for the lost souls.

You finish your cigarette while watching over the movements of fellow night creatures and listening to the ring of the convenience store bell. The pack was almost half empty. You spot a dirty white cat eating from a can left by one of the diner employees. The diner was dimly lit, isolating four souls from the frozen night. You could tell that time passes differently inside the diner. The old gentleman, the couple and the chef were all laughing, exposing their souls to the sleeping audience from outside. The cold wind cuts your skin and suddenly you remember the childhood winter nights you spent watching plastic people inside snow globes enjoying their lifeless existence.

The cat finished eating and went back to its shelter, passing by an open window. You took a closer look and saw a highschooler with his headphones on, looking at the starless sky. It has been a while since you were able to see any stars. Their light has been replaced by the neon signs, which have made your sleepless nights even lonelier. One of them was flashing its green light in the boy's face, but he didn't seem bothered by it. It made him look less real, so maybe he felt that way too. You were wondering what could possibly keep him awake at this hour; he has a whole world in front of him. But then you remembered that worlds come in different sizes.

You light another cigarette and take your eyes away from the downtown city to look around yourself. The convenience store was busy and loud. A couple of drunk guys who only lay out their hearts at times like this, a stressed university student preparing for a sleepless night and a guy who doesn't belong here. You don't pay him much attention, even though he caught your attention with his mere presence, but it was enough for him to get closer to your spot.

"May I sit here?" he asks, pointing at the empty spot on the bench. You blow out the smoke while looking at him and nod. He sits down, looking at the city that spreads in front of him with empty eyes. "Does it make you feel like a god?" he asks and you look at him without turning your head, intrigued by the questions. It takes him a while to continue, either trying to gather his thoughts or waiting for an equal half spoken answer. "Sitting like this, watching over the city, feeling like you know its entire fate, yet nothing at all?"

You try to catch a glimpse of the man next to you without looking directly at him. You are certain that you have never seen him before, but something about him, his presence, his existence, feels like you have met before. It feels like something that refuses to be forgotten.

"Being a god is a very lonely and dreadful job." you answer without thinking too much, which is out of character for you. Another one of your cigarettes leaves the pack.

"It's like watching a black and white photo with some splashed neon paints. A controlled reality in which life, inevitably, loses its meaning." Your eyes were still watching the people walking down the street. Even though their faces were hidden in the night, you could tell that no one smiles.

You listen closely to the description he gives of this fake view of the city. He is right, if it wasn’t for the lights that lose their paths, it would look like a black and white photo.

But the noise of the city tells another story. Dozens of people wander around when their sanctuary is in this state. The night dilutes time, giving some comfort to the lonely souls. Everything around you feels manipulated, the sky, the stars, even the time. You couldn’t tell what is true anymore.

"Each one of these people is asking questions you do not have the answer for. No wonder your existence would be doubtful." You say, while watching a group of young adults entering a club.

The stranger takes a look at you, then turns his eyes back to the city.

“What do you think is her question?” He points at a window where you could see a woman. She was writing something, pausing from time to time to look at the neon sign of an electronics shop.

“She has a hole in her chest.” you whispered, because anything louder would not sound like a confession. You couldn’t tell why, but this man made you feel like you could tell him anything, because he would understand it better than you. He made you feel like you could give him your heart and he would take care of it for you. But you didn’t have one, so those promises didn’t distinguish from lies.

He listens to you, waiting for you to continue your thought.

“She should fill it. But not with something less holy than her own heart or she will never feel whole again.”

“Something like what?”

Both of you admire the woman. Her misery has mesmerized you because it felt so sincere and personal. You realize why gods do not interfere with humans. It makes their immortality much harder to endure.

“Her lover’s unspoken secret,” you answer.

He looks at you confused, probably hoping for a different answer.

“Why not her lover’s heart?”

“Hearts change. Unspoken secrets don’t. They are more reliable.” you answer.

“It seems like you have lots of answers.”

You turn your head and finally face the stranger. He was tall, wearing a black coat. You try to analyze his appearance more, but your eyes are locked on his. They were strangely shiny in the dead of night.

"Who are you?" you finally ask him, but you are not sure you are prepared to hear the answer.

"Who am I?" he asks you back, surprised by your question.

You can’t shake off the feeling this man gives you. His presence felt too familiar, like you have known him for a lifetime, but you are sure you have never met him before.

He chuckles at your confused look, but he sounded tired, defeated. “I’m Jeong Yunho.” He offers you his hand and you shake it slowly.

You sit there, looking over the city in silence. It felt more comfortable than lying.

At the first sign of dawn, the man gets up and says his farewells:

"I am glad we have met again." he bows in front of you.

You were surprised by his words, but you don't pay too much attention to them, thinking he might've misspoken.

"You are leaving already?" you ask him, trying to keep your voice from breaking. You could feel the hole in your chest growing.

"I have to,” he pauses for a moment, staring at you, "but I hope we'll meet again." He smiles at you, but you notice how empty his eyes look. Your gazes are locked on each other for a while, neither one wanting to look away, afraid that the other will disappear.

You involuntarily take your eyes away from him to look at the city that is about to wake up, but when you turn around to take a final glimpse at him he's already gone.

You look back at the harmonious streets where nothing blooms. You see a post clock and notice that it's not working. Time has lost its meaning. Past and future merge into each other. This city has drained you of all your feelings and, just like the smoke from your cigarette, they now spread over it, veiling it. It’s a city made of lies and stolen feelings, no wonder you find such comfort in its silent state.

You take another cigarette from the almost half empty pack. You take another look at the sleeping city as you slip back into time.

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theewokingdead · 1 year

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A Second Chance - Joel Miller x OFC

Masterlist

"I Never Stopped Loving You" Part 1 Part 2

*Fic can be read as a stand-alone, but I recommend you read the "I Never Stopped Loving You" series

Pairing: Joel Miller x OFC “Catie” (character not described) Summary: After reuniting with the love of his life and discovering they have a daughter, Joel realizes the possibility of losing her and a daughter for a second time. Word Count: 2.6k+ Rating: Teen but my blog is 18+ ONLY. Warning: Just like ao3, “creator chooses not to use warnings.” If you click Keep Reading, that means you agree that you’re the age to handle mature themes. Also by clicking Keep Reading, you understand warnings may not be complete in order to avoid spoilers for the story. Notes: This takes place within @musings-of-a-rose’s “I Never Stopped Loving You” universe. It can be read as a stand-alone but I highly suggest you read @musings-of-a-rose’ fantastic two-part fic. I had an idea in my head and she brought it to fruition in the most amazing way. Why do I enjoy making Joel Miller emotional?

Joel has only been in Jackson for two days, and in that time, I haven’t woken up alone once. We have a lot of lost time to make up for, he had said in jest, but based solely on the fact we haven’t spent more than a minute apart, I know he really wasn’t kidding. However, when I blink awake, the room still shrouded in darkness, the first thing I realize is how empty the bed feels next to me. Sure enough, when I turn to check, Joel’s warm body isn’t next to mine.

I blink away the sleepiness in my eyes, the sensation of dreaming still lingering in my mind to the point I wonder if the last two days were even real – if Joel was real. I take in my surroundings, breathing in the soft spring night air that floats in with the breeze from the window that had been left open. My eyes land on Joel’s denim button-up laying on the armchair across from the bed, where it had been carelessly discarded when he first brought me up to the bedroom the night before last. A small smile stretches across my face as I remember that night, the awkwardness between us that quickly melted away as muscle memory kicked in while exploring each other’s bodies.

I don’t bother to take the time to put on anything more than underwear and Joel’s shirt before going to find him, buttoning it up as I pad down the hallway. There’s something I love about stealing his clothes to wear – something I did far too many times before the outbreak. They always smell like him, keep me warm, and give me a sense of home like nothing else but him could do. The shirt I’m currently wearing isn’t any different – I’ll definitely keep stealing his clothes.

It doesn’t take me long to find him on the back deck, and I am not at all surprised that’s where he had gone. Outdoors always seemed to be his favorite place – from hiking trails to grilling on the patio to building houses, everything Joel loved to do most was outside. It’s where I’d always find him when shit was extra stressful, or he had something on his mind he didn’t really want to talk about. Eventually, I’d find him wherever he was, and he’d tell me all the things keeping him quiet and inside his head.

As I step beside him, I glance a look at him, seeing him lean his elbows on the wood railing of the deck, cradling a ceramic mug that looks tiny in his large hands. I wonder if that’s what this is, him needing to find peace outdoors to clear his head. My insecurities quickly try to take over, wondering if it’s something with me, with us, but I swallow them down.

“I see you helped yourself to my coffee,” I say, gesturing to his mug.

He chuckles, inspecting the liquid as he tilts the cup. “Not sure you can call this coffee.”

Rolling my eyes, I respond, “I forgot you’re such a coffee snob.”

“It tastes like mud.”

“What do you expect? It’s fresh ground,” I reply with a smirk.

Joel turns his head toward me, his face contorted in confusion.

I bite my lip in an attempt to contain my laughter, but it doesn’t last long. I break, and after a moment, Joel breaks into laughter as well. It’s a lovely sound that affects me in the best way, overtaking the noise of crickets and creaking of the old houses nearby. It’s by far my favorite noise – and always will be.

“That is so goddamn stupid,” Joel says between laughs.

“Yeah, well, you laughed!”

“Only ‘cause you laughed first.”

“’Cause it was fucking funny and you know it.”

He shakes his head in response, bowing his head while trying to quiet himself.

“Asshole.” I gently nudge him with my elbow.

“I know,” he grumbles, his laughter dying down. “Your laugh has always been so damn contagious.”

The statement makes me smile, but he falls silent, his gaze dropping to the mug in his hands. I watch as his own smile slowly fades from his face. It falls silent between us, awkwardly so, and I can feel the tension rising from him.

“Joel?” I question, and he tips his head up to look at me. Even in the dark I can see that he is hiding something. My eyes search his, looking for an answer I know he won’t want to give right away.

But I ask anyway.

“What’s wrong? And don’t tell me ‘nothing’ because I know you better than that.”

Joel immediately drops his gaze once more, looking back down at the black liquid in his cup. He lets of a single, gruff chuckle. “You’re too perceptive for your own good, Cate.”

“No, I just know you.” I reach out and lay a hand on his arm, feel his muscle flex then melt under my touch. “I love you, and I care about you. So, talk to me, Joel.”

Patiently, I stand waiting for him to tell me what’s bothering him, my mind running through the millions of things it could be.

Joel remains silent for several moments before finally taking a deep breath, his shoulders rising then falling as he exhales. He closes his eyes and hangs his head before pushing himself to stand straight, setting the mug down to rest on the railing. When he starts talking, he refuses to meet my gaze, his expression lost, pain etched deep in his features.

“For twenty years, every time I closed my eyes, all I could see was Sarah,” Joel admits somberly. “Every night for twenty years – twenty fucking years – my brain made me relive the night she died as if I were back there again, all the details, the scents, the sounds... Like my subconscious wanted to constantly remind me how I failed her.”

I open my mouth to protest, but I’m silenced when he holds up a hand and continues before a word can even slip out of my mouth.

“And I know - I know she wouldn’t think I failed her, but it’s the only reason I could think why the nightmare played on repeat. Like a fucking broken record.” Joel’s hand lays on the railing clenched into a fist, his fingers constantly squeezing and flexing to help relieve stress. His mannerism never changed. “They finally stopped after I met Ellie, like she closed some damn hole that used to let all the nightmares in. I couldn’t save Sarah, but I kept her safe – and in return, she saved me.”

A small smile creeps on my lips at the thought of a fourteen-year-old girl saving the big, tough man that is Joel Miller – though I know he’s just a giant soft teddy bear underneath his tough exterior.

I also know that isn’t all he wants to say.

“But?” I say, sensing that the word is coming.

Joel hangs his head again, his fingers fidgeting more. “But tonight, I dreamed of that night again…except it was different.”

“Different how?”

“It wasn’t Sarah in my arms.” Joel looks up at me, tears swimming in his eyes, and it’s clear he’s fighting to keep them from falling.

My heart immediately falls to my feet.

“Poppy…,” I whisper, knowing without him even having to say her name. “Oh, Joel. I’m so sorry.” I reach out and touch his face, the tension in his jaw melting beneath my touch. “It was only a dream.”

“I know,” Joel agrees. “But it felt so damn real.” He turns back to look out across the yard, anywhere to avoid looking me in the eye. “I want to be a part of her life. I want to be the father she deserves to have - the father that Sarah got to have. But I’m so fucking afraid of losing her. Just the thought of it… of losing her…of losing you…” He shakes his head. “I can’t handle any more loss of that caliber. I just…can’t.”

My heart breaks more than I thought possible.

Sarah may not have been my daughter, but I loved her like my own, and knowing what happened to her left me devastated. My heart broke at the thought that she would never get to meet Poppy, a sister she always wanted. So, I understand the pain he felt when he lost her - the pain he still feels on some level. I can’t fathom losing Poppy, but it’s something I still fear.

“Not a day goes by that I don’t worry about losing Poppy,” I reply softly. “It’s just a part of being a parent. Even in the best of times you worried about Sarah all the time, remember?”

“This is different,” he contends. “Back then, I didn’t know how much it would fucking hurt to lose the ones I loved. It’s the most unimaginable pain possible, and I can’t do it again. I’ve already mourned the loss of one daughter. Fuck, I even mourned the loss of you, and the pain was too much. I couldn’t handle it.”

“But you did,” you gently argue. “You did handle it - somehow. I mean, you’re still here.”

Joel scoffs. “Yeah. 'Somehow' being the key word.”

I screw my eyebrows in confusion. “What do you mean?” I question, but I’m met with silence. “Joel?”

“When Sarah died…” He pauses, the words too hard to speak, but he seems to quickly gather the courage to continue. “When Sarah died, a part of me died too. The only thing that kept me going was Tommy’s constant reminder that you could still be out there somewhere. But with each passing day, the chance of finding you seemed smaller, and I started to mourn you as I mourned Sarah. She was dead, you were dead, I may as well have been dead too. I couldn’t see the point anymore.”

I close my eyes, silently praying he isn’t telling me what I think he is telling me.

“I wasn’t even scared. I was ready,” Joel confesses, and when I open my eyes, he seems a bit ashamed of his admission. “Shit, I couldn’t have been more ready. But when I…When I went to pull the trigger, I flinched. Got the scar to prove it. For years, I wondered why I flinched."

He lets out a sound that’s a mix of a sob and a laugh. “I guess the Lord was trying to tell me that I was wrong, trying to show me that I still had something out there to live for. And here you are, with our daughter. I don’t know what I did to deserve it, but I was handed another chance. A second chance to be a lover to you. To be a father to a daughter. I’m grateful for that. I really am. But I’m also so fucking terrified of what I’ll do if something happens to either one of you. And if something happens to both of you, that’s it. It’s over. Because this time – this time I’ll know there’s nothing else left for me.”

The tears that Joel has been trying to hold back finally escape his eyes. My heart shatters into a million pieces for him, and I want to break. But I know we are each other’s glue, that I’m the only one who can help him put himself back together. Confident, I take his face into my palms and gently guide him to look in my direction.

“Joel, look at me,” I demand, and his eyes find my own. They are wet, pleading, begging me to do something to take away his pain. “We are given only as much as we can handle at any given time, and you…you are so much stronger than you think you are. No matter what life throws at you, you can handle it. We can handle it.”

“I can’t promise you anything, Joel,” I continue. “I can’t promise you that we’ll have twenty years, twenty months, twenty days… Hell, I can’t even promise you tomorrow. That risk has always been there. Always. I could’ve died in a car crash or fallen off a cliff while hiking or some other tragic shit before the world fell apart, but that never stopped you from loving me back then. That never stopped you from loving Sarah. You know why? Because you knew as well as I that life is nothing if we cower in fear. We have to accept that risk and be willing to accept the consequences of it.”

I take a deep breath, my voice turning sterner. “Don’t let fear of what could or could not happen keep you from happiness, Joel. Don’t fear death. Fear what we’ll miss out on if we don’t live.”

My thumb swipes away a tear falling down his cheek as one rolls down my own. His eyes shift, no longer holding fear or sorrow, but love and admiration, a look he’s given me more times than I can count.

“How is it you always know the right thing to say?” Joel questions, his voice low and filled with emotion.

Dropping my hands from his face, I let out a wet laugh. “I learned from the best,” I reply, knowing he has been there for me just as many times as I’ve been there for him.

Joel chuckles. “C’mere,” he says, opening his arms and pulling me into a tight hug.

I immediately step into him, his arms banding around me tightly, securely. His chest is warm against my ear and my senses are overwhelmed by the scent of him, a sensory overload in the best way possible. I never want to let go.

Joel plants a kiss on the top of my head. “I’m so fucking glad I found you,” he says, and I feel his voice resonate low in his chest. “I love you so fucking much.”

“I love you too. We’re going to be okay.”

I feel him nod against me, and I can sense that he believes me.

After a moment, I pull back, meeting his eyes. “If it makes you feel better, I won’t protest if you want to keep me locked up in the house for the rest of our lives.”

Joel chuckles, then pulls me back to him. “That wasn’t on my radar, but it doesn’t sound like a bad idea.”

I chuckle into his chest, imagining how nice it would be to be locked up with Joel for the rest of our lives, with no responsibilities, just us.

Another thought pops into my head, and I roll my eyes.

“Good luck trying that with Poppy though.”

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jimin-day · 10 months

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Stare At Me

Part 2

Summary: You frequent a coffee shop only to be met with his dark eyes every time.

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

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A/n: Part 2 has been sitting in my drafts for ~3 years. I have not been able to finish it and so I decided to release it to you guys. I'm sorry I haven't been able to finish, or even be present here. So there is an abomination of a ending/cliffhanger. Love you guys and hope you enjoy it a little at least. 😩

As you come out of sleep you snuggle into the bed, giving the comforter a tight squeeze. You are in your head before you can even open your eyes. You felt content, happy and sore. Outside of why you felt so relaxed why were you? These weren't normal thoughts and feelings for you, especially lately.

You slowly open your eyes to an unfamiliar room, light streaming from a sliver of window that wasn't shaded by curtains. You lazily lift yourself up on your elbow while wiping your eyes and take a look around. After a brief scan of the room you realize where you were and just how you ended up there. Your eyelids shoot wide open at the realization and your eyes land on the handsome brunette man laying beside you, you start to recall the events of last night. Your cheeks burn and you hide your head in your hands, almost as if it would erase your memories of what had occurred last night.

Lifting your head from your hands you turn it ever so slightly to the left and your gaze shifts back over to where Jungkook is sleeping. You notice his chest gently rising and falling, the freckle you hadn't seen under his plush lips, all of his soft features in the sunrise that peeked through the window. He looked so precious, so angelic and soft with his fluffy hair covering his eyes. None of the adjectives you would've used to describe him last night.

Deciding you shouldn't stay any longer you quietly lift the sheets over your body and slide out the of the bed. You scurry around the room to find your clothes scattered throughout the space and tugged them on one by one. Searching high and low, you found everything but your panties. Fuck this isn't good.

Quickly doing the math in your head you figured the longer you looked for them the chances of him waking up would be greater. You give a quiet sigh and you start physically shaking your head at yourself knowing this could be the dumbest idea you have ever had. Reluctantly you head for his door.

You successfully make it through without waking Jungkook up. As the door makes a click assuring that it had been closed you look up to see the goal. The front door is straight down the hall, you can do this. No time to waste, light on your feet you make a brisk pace. Right out of the hallway you are stopped by a boxy smile. Shit.

"Hey! Wasn't expecting you to be here still, want some breakfast?"

"Uhm, no thank you I'm just gonna go home." You start hustling to the door trying not to hear his reply turn the handle and rush out to the cold air hitting your body and making you shiver.

Taehyung scratches the back of his head and his eyebrows are up in his bangs. "Definitely wasn't expecting that."

Running out the door was probably incredibly rude, but you had to leave if you were going to live with yourself the next few days. How could you stay and have breakfast when Jungkook's roommate KNEW you fucked and spent the night. No way would your body let you stay in that place a second longer.

You grab your phone out of your pocket and call an Uber to your place. After you got the confirmation, you shove the device in your pocket and look up into the clouds lost in thought. You can't help but squeeze your thighs together at the thought of Jungkook on top of you last night. You also couldn't get out of your mind what happened to you. When did you ever call someone daddy, and why did you? Seems like you'll have to explore that some other time.

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You sit at the restaurant with your bestfriend Lisa, her eyes wide at the story you had just told her over brunch and a few mimosas. "Holy shit y/n, I'm so proud of you!"

This was not the reaction you were expecting and had your eyebrows knitting on your forehead.

"Okay okay, I can see your confusion a mile away." She takes a sip of her glass and places it back down. "You've been so hung up over Jimin, and I... I don't know you just needed this. You locked yourself up in your apartment for weeks!"

"Ya but isn't that normal for breakups ?! I just needed some time to sort things out in my head." You slice a piece of your pancake and shove it in your mouth ignoring the slight pang that hit your heart at the sound of his name. "It was Jeon Jungkook, THE Jungkook the one that all the girls talk about!"

"Yes, which makes this even greater! How hot is that?! Honestly I'm so jealous, but obviously.. so proud of you." Lisa looks at you with a bright smile, giggling at her own joke. "So it was good right? He lives up to the hype?"

Your cheeks flush and you look to the side remembering all the dirty things Jungkook whispered in your ear last night.

Trying and failing you duck your face in your arms where they were resting on the table from your bestfriend. Lisa knowing you too well to let this act of yours go unnoticed she gives a big squeal. "Oh bitch, I need to know everyythinngg."

"Oh I forgot to tell you the most embarrassing part." Your eyes look around the restaurant as if you were being watched and spoke in a low tone. "I may have left my underwear there."

"You whAT!?!?" Lisa practically yells at your confession. Her face is shocked but is also holding in laughter, looking at you quizzically for more of the story.

"Well it wasn't on purpose! I just couldn't find them and I didn't want Jungkook to wake up while I was looking so I just ran out of there without them!"

"Oh Y/n you fucked up. He's gonna find those and use the-"

"stOP!" Leaping over the table and clanging some dishes you throw your hand over her mouth stopping her mid sentence because you don't want to hear what dirty things she is imagining.

"I don't even want to think about it. Please I just want to pretend that he will never find them, or if he does, he will throw them away and never mention it again." You look at her with nervous eyes and she reads your expression.

"Alright you can live in your prude fantasy world, but that's not gonna happen." Lisa raises her eyebrow and has a doubtful but playful look on her face. You know she's right, but you cant live with that just yet.

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You toss your purse on your sofa in the living room and collapse on the cushions. It had been awhile since you had gone out with Lisa and it felt really nice to talk to her about everything that was going on in your life, and hers.

Jimin was a big part of your life, you were together for five years and everyone expected you to get married, well so did you. Since the break the past few weeks were really hard, having Lisa there to talk to you was cathartic and much needed. Laying all your thoughts out to her instead of running them through your mind every day, every hour was a big weight off your shoulders.

Feeling stuffed you head to your room to change out of your clothes into something comfier. It was Sunday, so as much as you'd like to give yourself a break from studying you couldn't let yourself be idle all day. So you mocked up a plan in your head to crack open the books once you rested a bit.

As you were throwing an oversized shirt over your head you heard a ding come from your phone in the living room. You tug the last piece of clothing over your head and make your way to your purse. Thinking it was probably your bestfriend wanting to know if you got home okay or wanting to dish more you open your phone to find a text from him.

[Jungkook] 2:16pm

You left so soon?

You look at the text in front of you with a smile pulling at your face. Did he not want you to leave? Did he miss you? Why does he care if you left before he woke? You take a second to think of what to write, thoroughly confused.

[Y/n] 2:21pm

Well... I had some errands to run, plus I didn't think you'd want me around.

You just assumed this was a one night stand. Not, let me cook you breakfast while wild animal critters clean and fit you into a perfect dress. This wasn't a fairytale, there was no way Jeon Jungkook cared if you left before him waking up. He probably just wanted to keep you buttered up for a second time if he needed to get off.

Not that you would be opposed to it. Hell, you would skip over there right now if you didn't have exams to study for. Fuck, I have to study.

You throw your phone on the coffee table and head to your room to grab textbooks to start looking over. You walk over to your dining table whip open one of your biology books, put in some earphones and start cramming for your upcoming exam this week.

A few hours later you are stretching your arms above your head and extending them for a lengthy stretch. You decide to call it for today feeling like if you continued you wouldn't absorb it anyways with how tired you felt.

You get up and look in the fridge grabbing the water container, pouring it into a mug and throw it in the microwave. Tea always made you feel better after a long day. You pull out the box of tea from your cupboard and pick up a tea packet and placing it on the counter. As your water heats in the microwave you go to look for your phone on the coffee table.

Three unread messages?

You unlock your device, and tap the messages app. Almost immediately your stomach drops. Oh no no no

[2:26pm] Jungkook

Well I wouldn't have minded if you stayed a little longer in my bed..

Although this was a bold text, it was not the one that made you feel like your bile was creeping up your throat. It was the image that came after.

[6:16pm] Jungkook

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It was a photo of Jungkook laying in his bed, with his fluffy black hair in his eyes. He wasn't wearing a shirt and you could see his perfectly toned pecs and abs. Looking further down you can see his v lines disappear into his boxers. All of this laid out for you from the angle he took the photo. His dark sinful eyes were half lidded looking straight into the camera. But the most devastating part? Jungkook had his mouth open, with your panties laid out on his out stretched tongue.

You almost choked on your spit throwing your hand in front of your mouth with a gasp. Your knees feel weak and you nearly drop your phone on the hardwood floor. You go to peak again at the photo with one eye closed, not feeling like you can handle this much sexy with both irises. Holy shit.

Your thighs squeeze together and your core throbs, feeling arousal oozing from you. Everything in your being is telling you to be embarrassed but this... this was the sexiest thing you've ever received.

BEEP BEEP BEEP

"FUCK!" You were so enamored by the photo that the sound of the microwave had you jump and scream. Almost giving you your second heart attack of the day.

Coming back from reality and calming yourself down you remember you had a third text from Jungkook.

[6:17pm] Jungkook

Looks like my princess has lost her slipper, will you come get them?

You couldn't believe the situation you were in and you could only blame yourself. It was foolish of you to think this wouldn't backfire, at least you didn't want to acknowledge it would. But could you really call this a failure? No not at all, you could get on your knees and thank past Y/N for making such a perfect mistake.

Hesitating to answer you decide that you need a few minutes to recollect your thoughts on what the fuck you just saw, and how you are going to even reply to that.

Strolling over to the microwave you notice you panties sticking to your core and you get hot all over again. Trying to ignore the sensation you grab the hot mug and start to steep the tea. As your bobbing the bag up and down in the water your mind starts to drift.

Do I text him back, do I acknowledge that sinful picture, or do I just slam open his door right now and except the consequences? Obviously the last option is your least likely to pursue but everything about him is so alluring.

He obviously wanted you back and you couldn't understand why. It's not like you were the best fuck, I mean who is? But, why me?

You started to overthink and your brain began to feel fried. Coming to the conclusion that you were just easy and he knew you would come back to him if he asked. But... he was right. You would.

Why not? It's not like you had anything to lose and you could be honest with yourself it's not like you were falling for him or anything. Jungkook staring at you in the coffee shop was the most civil* thing you had with him so there was really nothing to be attached too.

Your heart tugged and you felt like you were lying to yourself a little. For some reason you knew there was someone there you could get to know, something was pulling you towards him. Could it have been when you would watch him study on his laptop before he had noticed you walk in, pulling cute and confused faces making him look so earnest and dutiful. Maybe it was this morning watching him sleep so softly and made you feel at ease. Or maybe when he felt when you were unsure and nervous from his advances and took a second to consider your feelings and asked if it was something you wanted. Ultimately, He calmed you.

You fill your lungs with air and breath out with a huff, pushing those thoughts from your head. This man was dangerous, and you could fall into his trap just like all the other woman he has enamored.

Tread lightly y/n.

You hear a buzz from your phone and your heart starts hammering away thinking about what more he could say. You take a look at your lock screen and see who it's from

[DONT ANWSER] 6:45pm

Please just let me explain

Seriously how could he be this persistent. Your ex Jimin fucked someone else and he thinks he deserves and explanation? What an asshole.

Ignoring the obvious name you had given him you start typing.

[Y/n] 6:46pm

Please just leave me alone and stop texting me. We're done.

You slam your phone on the kitchen table shocked you didn't crack the screen and you start attending to your tea once again.

Taking a sip and feeling the warmth travel through your throat making you feel calmer and more relaxed with your situation you grab your phone and mug and head to the couch.

You search the sofa for the remote and put on something from Netflix to relax.

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As you were binging The Office you skim your body with your hand searching for your phone, picking it up off your stomach. You idly start flicking through the usual social media on the couch and remember you hadn't replied back to Jungkook. You take a look at your previous messages and even take a second look at the photo he had sent you.

You pull your knees up to your chest and feel your stomach swirl with arousal. Damn he looked so good.

[Y/n] 7:25pm

Do you normally send photos with others belongings in your mouth?

You weren't exactly sure how to respond but you wanted to pick up where you left off. You were kinda new to this and didn't know how to kick off the conversation again. You and Jimin never really sexted.

[Jungkook] 7:26pm

Do you normally leave your panties at other men's houses for them to play with?

You toss your head back tickled with his question and his willingness to play along. You had a big smile on your face. What a cocky asshole.

[Y/n] 7:26pm

Hmm... not that I can recall. I guess you're just special?

Indeed he was special. The way he made you feel that night was nothing short of amazing and you didn't even know sex could feel so good.. and so dirty. Having Jungkook whisper in your ear naughty remarks made you unfold... and your pants.

[Jungkook] 7:26pm

Well I cant deny that I'm special. But I feel honored to have my princesses panties keeping me company while I think of your pretty pussy that was in them.

Jungkook obviously didn't have a filter and felt no shame in writing that considering how fast he replied to you. Feeling your stomach drip with arousal you close your eyes and think of a response hoping to egg him on a little more.

[Y/n] 7:27pm

And what else are you thinking about?

You couldn't resist knowing what was in that depraved mind of his and you wanted to venture into it a little more.

[Jungkook] 7:30pm

Well for starters I'm thinking of that headspace you slipped into... did you like calling me daddy? Would my littlegirl like to hear that I'm thinking of her precious lips around my cock, crying for her daddy?

Your stomach flipped and your pussy clenched around nothing at his reply. Fuck. He was so good with his words, it made your head spin. You would love to wrap your mouth around his thick cock bobbing up and down while he moaned and praised you.

As you finished your thought your phone started vibrating in your hand waking you from your obscene daydream.

You looked down to see the caller ID "Jungkook". Oh fuck here it comes. No doubt you felt scared to answer but you couldn't pass this up knowing where it will lead you. You swipe your thumb across the green icon and hold the phone up to your hear practically whispering a hello.

"Mmm hey princess." Jungkook answered in practically a growl and you can tell he was turned on and hungry. In the background you could here it was quiet but faintly you could hear some shuffling and what sounded like wet noises moving in a rhythmic manner. "Do you like teasing your daddy? Making him think of you and your slutty pussy?

You weren't even sure how to respond feeling flushed and red creeping up your face, your shyness getting the best of you.

"Answer me Y/N." He was authoritative with his response and it strikes you in your spine making you straighten up without even realizing it. He had a hold over you even through the phone.

"N-no... "

"No what?"

"No daddy" your face is full on flushed and you start to get up from the couch and move to your room feeling like your living room was far to out in the open to continue this conversation. You quickly rush to your room down the hall and close the door, sitting on your bed back to the headboard.

"That's better princess. You made me so hard thinking about your sobbing face and I need you to take responsibility. Will you help me out baby?"

Now you could hear it clearly. Jungkook was fisting his cock and masturbating making your pussy pulse with arousal. "Yes daddy"

"Mmm that's a good girl" Jungkook relaxed against his headboard and slowly moved his hand up and down his cock, resting his head up against the wood, closing his eyes imagining you there with him. "Strip for me baby I need you naked."

Without hesitation you put the phone down by your side and start to slide off your shirt and scoot off your underwear. The cold room reaching your nipples and making them perk up a bit. you grab your phone and press it to your ear.

"I want you to play with your pussy baby don't be shy, I wanna hear everything coming out of your mouth."

You slip your finger in between your folds and could feel your arousal coating them. Unsurprised at how wet you have become from Jungkook's words. You let out a soft moan at the gentle touch of your bundle not realizing how pent up you had been.

"That's it baby girl, are you nice and wet for me?" Jungkook felt a rush hearing your adorable moan and he couldn't stop thinking about having you there with him. He loved the way you were so shy and it made him want to smother you with words of praise and wanted to light your face up red.

"Mhmm, feels so good daddy." You start to move your finger in a circular motion around your clit feeling your arousal heighten in your stomach. You begin to imagine Jungkook with his thick cock out stroking it, while listening to his sexy deep moans in the background.

"Did you leave these panties here to tease me baby? I couldn't stop thinking about you all day." It was true, since he had woken up and saw you had left he felt a little saddened at the empty spot where he put you to bed. He enjoyed your company even if it was for a short time, and honestly he wanted to get to know you a little better.

Taehyung even teased him when he came out if his room to get some water. Saying that he must have fallen for her if Jungkook let her sleep over. It was a rule to Jungkook to not let any women to stay over night. It was a pain to get them out in the morning and he didn't want them to think it was anything more than casual sex. Waking up to someone who he had no feelings towards was awkward, and honestly he felt a little gross by his actions.

But he let you sleep over and all he wanted was to ask you out on a proper date and rewind the clock a bit. But then he found your underwear tucked underneath his bed when he was tidying up from the night before and it was game over. His dick got the best of him and he imagined you all over again beneath him crying and calling out for your daddy. Just thinking about it had him hard.

"N-no, I couldn't find them. Didn't wanna wake you up." You reach a little further to coat your fingers and reach back up to press your clit a little for more release and started rubbing harsher circles into yourself. You were letting out soft sighs and moans while your head was tilted back and eyes closed.

"So you were walking around with no underwear with my cum still in you? Did you like the way that felt baby?" Jungkook was painfully hard at the thought of it. Your cunt filled with his seed and no panties made him want to explode. Imagining your shy face while hiding the remnants of the night before.

"Mmm yes, yes daddy I did." You could feel yourself getting closer picturing in your head Jungkook filling you up again and making you his.

"Fuck. I'm gonna cum, are you close princess?" Jungkook's hand is tight around his cock, his movements fast and erratic as he tries to get himself off.

"Yes daddy, please!" You were so close, ready for Jungkook's words that would let you find your release.

"Okay baby come for me, I wanna hear it nice and loud." He held his breath and couldn't wait to hear you loudly moan for him. It was a moment that he didn't know he needed so much.

At his words you rubbed faster circles around your clit and finally you let go, your orgasm rushing through you and seeing stars behind your eyelids. Your voice is loud and hoarse with plenty of pants and gasps. "Fuckkk daddy, yes it feels so goood"

Hearing your orgasm made him crazy, you listened to him so well and it was the sexiest thing he had ever heard. Jungkook couldn't wait any longer and spurts of come fell all over his hands and stomach, while a primal moan at the back of his throat came out. Panting while still rubbing himself slowly he sighs out a 'fuck' while he tries to calm down from his orgasm.

You let yourself relax into your bed and you feel like all the tension from your body had left from studying and stress. Your chest rising and falling a little more slowly now that you have finished.

“fuck baby, you did so well for me.” Jungkook sounded like he had been put through the ringer. You would have thought he just ran a marathon. But really he was so turned on by you and he couldn't even explain why.

Turning red at his confession you cant help but feel a sense of pride erupt from your heart. You love the way he praised you and it made you want to hear more from his lips.

“Uhmm, well I gotta go take a shower..” you cringe at your words and it felt so awkward to still be on the phone after sharing something so intimate. This being a novel experience for you, you weren't sure how to close this out.

Jungkook didn't want to get off the phone with you, he wanted to talk and learn your interests and hobbies, now that his dick wasn't controlling his brain. But he knew how shy you were and this was probably as much as you could handle... for the time being. So he let you go. “Ill text you soon baby.”

God damn if you thought you weren't attached, now you definitely were. All his pet names were going straight to your head and the thought of him texting you, willingly, made your heart seize up. “uhm, okay.. goodbye.” You tap the red icon on your phone and chuck it at your side. staring at the ceiling you think of what just happened and how he could turn you into a blubbering mess. Before you could over analyze the situation you get up to take a shower.

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The rest of the week goes by quite lazily. Going to school, coming home to study for your exam and eventually ordering out because you were to tired to actually make yourself something decent to eat. You hadn’t visited the coffee shop this week because you needed to save a little extra cash for utilities that were due soon. Eating out wasn't the best money saver but you had to cut out something and it wasn't going to be your dinner.

You hadn't heard anything from Jungkook, and you weren't surprised. Figuring he would either hit you up this weekend or just not ever again. The thought of it made you feel a little down, but you didn't want it to get the best of you so you submersed yourself in lectures, studying and Netflix.

It was Friday and you found yourself running late to your only class of the day, Chem Lab. You had stayed up pretty late writing the research paper that was due today and found yourself up until about 3:00am. You missed your alarm and when you felt like the sun was rising a bit too much your eyes shot open, heart pounding like someone administered adrenaline in your chest and you grabbed your phone to find you were behind schedule.

You quickly got dressed and ran out the door with only the essentials. Normally you would bring headphones, a hat and sunglasses if it was extra bright outside. These accessories made you feel invisible and you liked it that way. You weren't in college to make lifelong friends you just wanted to get in and out of class and right back to the safety of your apartment on campus and graduate on time. It was probably a sad way of life but it was yours and it made you feel most at ease.

You were hustling quite fast to your class and took a route that you knew would be a bit faster, between the arts department and the psychology building. Any other Friday you would take your time listen to music and travel at a leisurely pace. But today was not that day.

You saw a group of students exiting the arts department and you try and weave yourself in and out of them but you end up bumping shoulders with a man in all black. You lift your head to apologize for rushing into him and see those familiar dark eyes.

You stand there as if you were glued to the cement looking up at him. All your mind goes to were the events of the past weekend and your stomach leaps into your chest. of course.

Jungkook takes a look at you and give you sweet smile and brushes his hands through his messy dark curls. “Hey Y/N, you okay?” He noticed that you looked a bit frazzled and were less than put together.

You clear your head and scramble to find an answer, your brain had barely woken up with how fast you ran out of your bed. “Well, I’m late class. Sorry for running into you but I gotta go.”

Jungkook takes a look at you and puts the pieces together on why you looked so worn out and stressed. He looks at you with understanding and nods. “Ah got it.” he lifts his hand to the back of his head and looks away. “Well Ill text you tonight then, if that's okay?”

You look at him bewilderment, is he getting shy on you? What universe is this that Jeon Jungkook is acting nervous in front of you? “Ya that sounds nice.” You give him a reassuring smile and see that he instantly relaxes. “Talk to you later!” you hurry out of the bubble that you too had created and quickly set your pace again to your class. You have a big dumb grin on your face knowing you would be getting a text from Jungkook tonight and your stomach goes all a flutter.

Jungkook watches you scurry to class and begins to turn around to catch up with his classmates. His group was a little ahead but not far enough to not catch what had just happened in front of them. One of the men slaps Jungkook on the back in disbelief at what he just witnessed. “Dude did you go soft? What the hell was that?”

“Hyung he brought home that same girl this weekend and she stayed the night.” Taehyung was one of the men in the group and had a dopey smile on his face while looking at Jungkook. “I think he likes her.”

Jin looks at Jungkook with wide eyes and cant believe what he is hearing. “Wahhh are you serious, why didn't you tell us?”

Jungkook looks at his hyung in embarrassment, he stiffens himself up and straightens out his back. “I just met her okay? Lets not freak out on me.” Jungkook continues to walk right passed the two and admittedly blushes at what just went down.

Taehyung and Jin look at each other both dumbfounded and amazed. For once in their lives they are speechless.

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You had been home from class for a few hours, and finally you don't have to study or worry to much about homework. The workload that needed to be done was minimal so you could actually relax for most of the weekend. For the first time in a couple months you decide to make yourself dinner and hang out on the couch to relax. As you were loading the dishwasher you hear your phone vibrate from the couch. You finish up with the dishes and quickly wipe the counter down for any crumbs and walk over to your phone.

[6:32pm] Jungkook

Hey, what are you up too?

Oh wow he actually texted you AND it was tame? I mean even more than tame this was casual?

[6:34pm] Y/N

Heyy, just got done with dinner, you?

Is this okay, this very normal way of talking? You weren't sure what his game was here, but you were curious what he could want.

[6:34pm] Jungkook

Ya same here. Actually, I was wanting to know if you’d like to get coffee with me tomorrow? You know instead of staring at each other?

As you got the text and read through it, you read it again. Is he asking you out on a date? A proper date? This was not what you were expecting and it has you a bit suspicious. But your heart wants what it wants and lately it was Jungkook. You were so elated by the question and it made your face feel hot. When was the last time someone took you out on a date? Even you and Jimin barely got dressed up to go anywhere when you were dating. Maybe thats just what happens when you date for a long time?

[6:35pm] Y/N

Ya that sounds really nice, same place same time?

You were way more excited than you cared to admit and your heart was racing. It had been a long time since you had felt butterflies and being so giddy. Hopefully this wasn't to good to be true.

[6:35pm] Jungkook

Sounds good! See you then!

So that was that. You were going on a date with Jeon Jungkook, the white whale of the school. Squealing and kicking your feet from the couch you immediately call your bestfriend.

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You put on your cutest outfit and get you hair and makeup ready. It had been a long time that you even tried to look in the mirror for longer than a few minutes. Only long enough to brush your teeth and do your daily skin care. You took some makeup tips from Lisa and she helped you with what you should wear. She always came in handy with this stuff because you were not he best at fashion.

You take one last look in the mirror and feel a surge of confidence radiate out of you. You look good and you felt good. This was a welcome change in your routine and something you should learn from you thought.

As hou were on your eay out and headig to the coffee shop you feel the vibration of your phone. You take a look at the lockscreen and displayed was a text from your bestfriend.

Lisa [10:51am]

YOU GOT THIS BITCH, I BELIEVE IN YOUU!

It was well needed because you were very nervous and you couldnt stop thinkig about what was going to happen on this date.

You let out a soft chuckle and your shoulders let go of some of the tension from the worry of the date.

You heave open the door feeling the familiar warmth and the smell of freshly brewed coffee. You take a look around amd you see his dark hair first, your heart leaps in your chest. He seemed to have styled it nicely and he looked so handsome. Like way too good that you already felt bashful that he was there for you.

You take your first steps forward, and he notices you walking up to the table. He lifts his head and gives you a big warm smile, almost bunny like. You cant stop staring at him, he was so adorable.

"Hi Y/N!"

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End?

**Readers notes **

UHHH I am so sorry. I've been out of commission. The cliff hanger/end is an absolute abomination, and if this doesn't reach the high standards I set, I am truly sorry. However, this has been in the drafts for YEARS. I hope you enjoy it, I love you all.

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