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ggukcangetit · 4 years

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If The Bra Fits - JJK Fic

Final part of The Unbearable Lightness of Being... Something More series

Part 1 | Part 2 |

Pairing: Jungkook x reader

Genre: ex-roommate au, f2l, fluff, smut, low-key crack

Rating: 18+

Summary: Jungkook knows you hate it when he pops into your apartment to borrow something, but in the 2 years that you’ve known each other, that hasn’t deterred him much. But one day when he manages to (accidentally) ruin your favorite bra while raiding through your emergency snack supply, he knows that he’s fucked. With only a brand name to help him on his search, Jungkook spends the next 48 hours buying all the bras that look even remotely like the one he ruined. The only problem is - how would he figure out which was the correct size without asking you?

Warnings: a lot of talk of breasts and the trials and tribulations of finding a good bra, oral sex (f receiving), masturbation, kissing, grinding, nipple play

Word count: 3.8k

a/n: thanks a ton to @hesperantha for beta-ing this! i was super nervous about writing proper smut >.< anywho, hope y’all enjoy this!

Jungkook knew he was fucked. Worse than when Jimin had walked in on Yoongi doing the do with his girlfriend. Worse than when Taehyung had lost his pet frog in Seokjin’s spice drawer. Worse than-

“Fuck.”

He would probably have to leave the country. Maybe he could move to Canada? Or New Zealand? Anywhere that wasn’t here. Or he could change his name! That might work…

“H-hello?”

“What the hell, Jungkook? You were supposed to meet me for lunch 40 minutes ago! This is rude and, frankly, inexcusable behavior on your part.” Seokjin’s annoyed voice, talking at 300 words a minute, rang through the phone’s speaker. “And why the hell do you sound like that? Did you walk in on Yoongi and Soya this time? I swear, that guy needs to learn to lock his door. Or maybe just change his locks. I mean this is probably-”

“Seokjin!” Jungkook pinched the bridge of his nose as his friend slowed his word flow. “I’ll be there in 10 and explain everything.”

Hanging up the phone, he surveyed the site of the massacre once more before stuffing the offending object into his backpack and rushing out. True to his word, he was at the hole-in-the-wall dumpling place in 10 minutes, attempting to explain to an irate Seokjin, the reason behind his tardiness.

“No! You did not do that!” Seokjin yelled, nearly choking on the hot soup dumpling that was hanging - half eaten - from his chopsticks.

Jungkook had, in fact, done that. That being the most cardinal offense his frazzled brain could think of at this point. That being sneaking into your apartment when you were at work, hoping to swipe some of your favorite shrimp puffs, placing his cup of steaming hot mocha on your study table, rummaging through your emergency snack supply but somehow inadvertently knocking over the coffee on the table, and cleaning it up with the nearest article available, which tragically, happened to be your mint green bra.

“She’s going to kill you. No” - Seokjin picked up a egg cream bun and popped the whole thing into his mouth - “she’s going to whip your ass and then hang you upside down from that metal pole on Hobi’s balcony.”

Jungkook stared at the way the cream bun smoothly travelled down Seokjin’s throat after a couple of chews, and shivered. “What do I do??”

“Why do you have to do anything? She won’t know it was you who spilled coffee on her table and then wiped it with her bra. Unless...”

Jungkook stared at his fingers guiltily.

“You took the bra with you, didn’t you?” Seokjin sighed, lightly smacking his friend on the back of the head for good measure. “Well, you could always blame it on Namjoon. That’s what I would do. Heck, that’s what I did when I accidentally broke Hobi’s favorite figurine.”

“I don’t know…”

“You have to commit to something, Jaykay.” Every time Seokjin used his nickname for Jungkook, it meant there was some kind of terrible scheme being cooked up. “Either be a complete little shit and blame it on Namjoon, or just go and own up to y/n. You can’t teeter on the edge like this.”

“I could always just sneak back in and leave her bra where I found it.” Jungkook felt better already. This was it. This was the middle ground he was aspiring towards - the sacred path between Seokjin and Hobi, the Yoongi of all decisions.

“You might not have to sneak in” - Seokjin held up his smartphone where the group chat was open to a bunch of notifications - “Tae said we’re meeting at y/n’s place for tacos and UNO.”

“Why is Tae so invested in our UNO games? He gets confused every time we play it.”

“Because” - Seokjin swiped his credit card at the counter and thanked the cashier with a quick wink - “like every good strategist, he plans to improve by observing everyone else’s style of play. He definitely knows how to play by now. He’s just giving us the confused puppy look so that we underestimate him and he can learn all our little tricks. Just you wait - a few more games and that sneaky shit will be handing our asses back to us.”

Jungkook, while mildly interested in Taehyung’s card game antics, was more concerned about returning your bra without arousing any suspicion. The perfect moment presented itself when Seokjin, Namjoon, Yoongi, Taehyung and Hobi were immersed in a game of UNO, while you and Soya were munching on tacos - because let’s face it, food trumps just about everything else. Coming up with a half-convincing bathroom excuse, he snuck off towards your room, hoping to finally rid himself of the mint green burden.

Seconds before he pushed your door open, a snippet of conversation floated towards him and made his heart stop beating.

“I can’t find it anywhere.” You were complaining to Soya about something, loud enough for him to hear. “I must’ve turned my room upside down looking for it.”

Soya didn’t seem too perturbed. “What’s the big deal? It’s just a bra. Yoongi regularly loses my underwear after we have sex in new locations.”

Jungkook chuckled because he could almost see the look of horror on your face at receiving this piece of information.

“Ignoring that TMI,” you continued. “That’s my favorite bra, Soya! You know how our sizes keep fluctuating - well, this was the first bra I bought after getting measured at a proper place. It literally changed my life. Do you know how fabulous it feels to have your boobs at normal chest level - neither squished up towards your collarbones nor jiggling like that everlasting jello Seokjin keeps buying? I’m tellin-”

Jungkook stopped listening at this point. If he didn’t, there was little chance that he’d be able to think of anything other than that. As it was, the mere sight of you these days, was enough to get blood flowing to certain parts of his body.

There was clearly only one thing to do.

“You want me to help you do WHAT?” Once again, it was Seokjin who barely managed to stop himself from choking on yet another scrumptious food item on yet another lunch date with Jungkook.

“I’m going to replace her bra.” The resolute expression on Jungkook’s face crumbled ever so slowly under the scrutiny of Seokjin’s pure, unadulterated skepticism. “It’ll be easy. I-I already know what it looks like, and all the information I need is on the itchy tag she always complains about.”

Seokjin’s thick brow remained masterfully arched.

“Are you going to help me or not?” Jungkook whined in frustration.

“What do I get in return?”

“Why would you want anything in return? Why can’t you just help me out this time??”

The masterfully arched eyebrow did it’s trick once again.

“Fine. You can borrow all my gaming equipment for a week.”

“A month.”

“No way!”

“Good luck shopping for y/n’s favorite bra.”

“Fine! A month! Now can we get a move on please?”

Thankfully, it wasn’t too difficult to find the particular store that you had bought your favorite bra from. It was a niche boutique on the third floor of the mall, full of politely judgmental staff members and pointedly supercilious patrons, all of whom were highly skeptical of Jungkook’s grey and black hoodie-sweatpants combo.

“Guess they didn’t really get on board with the whole athleisure concept,” Seokjin whispered, earning a hard elbowing from Jungkook.

The looks of skepticism were further enhanced when Jungkook produced the ruined bra, asking one of the assistants where he could find the same one. Jungkook hadn’t received such a disapproving look since his junior year of college when he had eaten 8 cups of instant ramen on a dare, done a celebratory jig, thrown up all over Yoongi and Hobi’s sofa, and promptly passed out.

“Er… I, uhm, need something!” The exclamation from Jungkook was received by a few expertly raised eyebrows. One assistant, in particular, narrowed their eyes at him and walked over.

“This is a lingerie store” - they scanned him up and down a couple of times - “sir. If you’re here to buy any lingerie, I’d be happy to assist you.”

Jungkook gulped at the expensive clothes and flawless complexion of the shop assistant. So far, things were not really going according to plan.

“Ow!” He felt a bony elbow dig into his ribs and glared at Seokjin, who was glancing between him and the assistant so rapidly, Jungkook was surprised he hadn’t gotten dizzy and passed out already.

“Right. Umm, I’m actually looking for this particular one” - he produced the once-pristine, but now covered in ugly brown splotches, bra from his backpack - “in this exact same size. Do you have it?”

If the shop assistant didn’t look particularly eager to be breathing the same air as him before, they now looked like they’d rather choke on month old guacamole than be near him.

“Our products are made for exclusivity. We do not carry the same sizes as the general marketplace. There are 4 basic sizes with 4 variations to each size. And this particular product” - they held the ruined bra delicately between two fingers and examined the tag - “is now only available in 3 particular size variations. You are free to choose whichever one you think is the closest fit.”

Jungkook’s doe eyes widened as he realized the itchy tag that you always complained about, truly had no other purpose but to inconvenience you. His panicked stare fell on Seokjin who had busied himself examining a very interesting leaf on the potted plant near the entrance.

It was up to him now, Jungkook realized. His fate was in his own hands. Walking over to the shelf carrying the mint green bras identical to the one he was holding, he inspected the 3 options carefully.

“I think I’ll take this one.” Was what he said out loud. Inwardly, however, he was screaming a very different tune.

“HOW THE FUCK AM I SUPPOSED TO DECIDE?? I’VE NEVER BOUGHT A BRA BEFORE! I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT SIZE WOULD BE APPROPRIATE! IT’S NOT LIKE I SPEND ALL MY TIME SCRUTINIZING Y/N’S BREASTS!”

Thankfully, no one was privy to his internal screams except for himself.

“Thank you, sir. That will be $89.99.” Jungkook took out his debit card as the song playing over the system changed to No Tears Left To Cry.

Once out of the store, Seokjin let out a low whistle. “Wow… that was, undoubtedly, one of the most awkward situations I’ve ever been in. And I wasn’t even really in it.”

“At least the toughest part is over.” Jungkook felt like he had been running a 50 mile marathon while simultaneously figuring out the square roots of 5 digit numbers. In short, he was exhausted.

“Depends on what you think of that…” Seokjin pointed at a familiar figure, slowly walking towards them - someone Jungkook hadn’t expected to bump into in any of his worst case scenarios. You.

Confronted with an exceedingly dire situation with a bleak set of options, Jungkook vaulted into the nearest store, his entire being on high alert as it entered survival mode. Unfortunately, he hadn’t been paying attention to where he rushed into because-

“Congratulations! You’re our 100th customer this week! You get a complimentary hair spa and perm!” Five extremely eager faces stared back at him as he realized he had walked into some sort of hair salon.

Whoever was writing the script for this day was definitely high on something because Jungkook walked out of the salon 3 hours later, slightly traumatized, with a head full of small curls, clutching onto the cursed purchase with every fibre of his being.

Seokjin had left hours ago, dropping a text to Jungkook which read something along the lines of catch ya later sucker - but that was the least of his problems right now.

It was nearly midnight when he finally entered his apartment after managing to sneak in the new bra into your apartment. Thankfully, you lived two floors above him, so the trek back to his place wasn’t too long. The stress from the past couple of days was finally catching up to him and Jungkook would give anything for a nice long massage and a bowl of steaming hot ramen.

Unfortunately, all that he had at home was a few leftover containers Taehyung had left behind on his last visit a couple of days ago. There was also bread, eggs, and milk, but he didn’t feel up to making anything at this point. So dinner ended up being heated, two-day old dumplings.

Just as he was about to head to sleep, a loud pounding started on his front door. It was well past midnight at this point and Jungkook wondered if he should be carrying some sort of weapon with him while answering the door.

There really wasn’t any need for worry because on the other side of the door stood a very angry, very disgruntled, very flimsily dressed-

“Y/n?! What’re you doing here?”

“You!” Jungkook stepped back as you poked him in the chest. “What the heck is your problem?” Many more pokes followed, which Jungkook barely registered but which left your index finger increasingly bruised.

“I- uh, I guess you found the parcel I left for you.” He scratched the back of his head, looking everywhere but at you.

“I CANNOT believe you!” You were fuming and Jungkook was contemplating calling someone for backup. Maybe Namjoon? Or Yoongi? Mayb- “First, you ruin my favorite bra! What were you doing in my apartment anyway? Trying to steal more stuff from my emergency snack supply?! Why can’t you just buy your own s-”

You definitely had a point about the snack stealing. But Jungkook couldn’t stop himself from going over and taking something that would undoubtedly attract your attention, because the last time that had happened, you both had ended up making out aggressively against the wall.

“-and not just that!” You were clearly not done with being mad at him. “You go ahead and try to replace my favorite bra? With this???” You held up Jungkook’s purchase from earlier during the day.

“What’s wrong with this? It’s the same one, isn’t it? I went to the shop to make sure it was the same.” He didn’t really understand why this particular fact was making you so upset.

“You think this is the same?” You were standing very close to him and Jungkook gulped as he caught a whiff of your lavender body lotion.

“Yes?”

“You think my boobs are this small?? After the way you basically kneaded them with your hands last time??”

Jungkook’s eyes widened, his face growing hotter with every word you were speaking.

“Why the fuck do you look like that?” you muttered, crossing your arms over your chest.

“L-like what?” His voice came out sort of strangled as he tried to make sense of the situation.

“Like you’ve been caught eating the last cookie.”

Jungkook didn’t know how to respond to this. He was very aware of the fact that you were wearing a flimsy grey t-shirt and very old, very small, sleeping shorts. He gulped and wondered if this was some kind of dream that he’d suddenly wake up from.

“I’ve been waiting for you to make a move since you stuck your tongue down my throat last time. But nope! Nothing.” Now he knew that there was something wrong. This didn’t seem like the rational next line in a dialogue between real people who had just been in a, slightly one-sided, fight. “So, are you gonna kiss me or not?”

“W-what?” His voice was barely louder than a whisper at this point and you scoffed loudly before fisting your hands in his t-shirt and crashing your lips to his.

It took him a few seconds to get his bearings, but Jungkook was soon responding with impressive enthusiasm. His lips glided over yours with a desperation borne out of nearly two years of attraction and chemistry. He groaned in pleasure as your hands travelled into his hair, your fingers running through his freshly done curls. His hands travelled down your back before cupping your butt-cheeks and squeezing them until you moaned into his mouth. The feel of your body against his was enough to make him slowly lose his mind - but your tongue swiping into his mouth brought out a strangled noise from deep inside him. This was so much better than the first time you had both made out - there was more experience and knowledge of each other, and you seemed much more determined than the last time.

“Tell me what you want,” Jungkook’s voice came out huskier than you had ever heard, sending a surge of electricity to your core. “Tell me what makes you feel good, y/n.”

His voice was sultry and his body rock-hard at the perfect places - his breath falling in harsh pants as he recovered from the intensity of the kisses. But his eyes held the soft sincerity you had grown to lov-

“Against the wall,” you breathed, your face flushing as you verbalised your request. “And then on your bed.” You took one of his hands and placed it on your breast, firm with arousal, and guided his other hand to the waistband of your shorts.

A beautiful pink blush dusted his cheeks as he captured your lips once again. He had you against the wall in seconds, his lips leaving a trail of devastation from your lips to your throat to your breasts. You moaned loudly as you felt his fingers rub against your clothed core while his tongue flicked over your nipples at a deliciously slow pace.

“Gguk…” God he loved to hear that name coming from your lips. He loved it even more now that it was in the midst of him pleasuring you to the best of his ability.

“Bed. I can’t… stand...” You managed to say. He obliged, placing his hands below your knees and scooping you up with ease, all while his lips kept pressing soft kisses to yours.

Once on the bed, you removed your t-shirt and shorts, instructing him to do the same. Jungkook stared at your bare body for a moment, his eyes glazed with lust before he stripped himself of his clothes and continued kissing every part of your body he could find.

Your insides were coiling, the heat growing at your core as you watched Jungkook’s magnificent, completely naked, body move over yours. Your hands itched to run over his abs but your eyes were fixed on his throbbing dick, your core growing wetter by the moment.

“Can I?” Jungkook’s hoarse voice broke you out of your dilemma, his face hovering over your thighs. “Only if you want it, y/n.” You were pretty sure his soft, caring words would be enough for your undoing, but you nodded your head anyway.

The first swipe of his tongue against your core had you arching yourself off the mattress, your legs kicking up involuntarily. This was definitely where his gym prowess came in handy, as he held your thighs down with enough force for the feeling to be unbelievably pleasurable. Your hands found themselves in his curls once more, as his mouth alternated between dropping feather light kisses on your core and swiping along the wetness with a swipe of his tongue.

“I-I’m not…” You didn’t have to complete the sentence as stars exploded in your vision, the high hitting you with more force than you had ever experienced.

Something inside you tightened as you watched Jungkook emerge from between your thighs, his curls sweaty, and his mouth slick with your arousal. He smiled at you, dropping a light kiss on your lips, even as his dick stood red hot and angry with arousal.

“Can I help?” You asked, although your voice was hardly above a whisper, the tiredness seeping in, as you came down from the orgasm.

“Next time?” His voice was soft as he gave himself a few strong pumps before spilling onto his stomach.

He grinned at you sheepishly. “I’m also kind of exhausted today.” Getting up quickly, he went into the bathroom and cleaned himself off, before coming back with a wet towel for you as well.

You smiled shyly as you took the towel from him, wiping between your thighs quickly.

Jungkook was beside you in a few moments, cuddling you from behind as sleep slowly overtook you both.

“Jungkook!”

You cracked your eyes open slowly, wondering why someone was yelling at the crack of dawn. You were still pretty much wrapped up in Jungkook, both your legs entangled as your head rested on his chest while he snored softly.

“JUNGKOOK!”

A second, much louder, yell, woke Jungkook up as well. His eyes widening in alarm as he realised what was going on.

“It’s Tae! What’s he doing here?!” He whispered, his voice still thick with sleep.

“Umm what?” You were panicking now. As much as you had been wanting things with Jungkook to pick up, you did not want Taehyung to find you both wonderfully naked after a night of wonderfulness. “He cannot see us like this! Not yet! I refuse to let this be how everyone finds out about us!”

“Jungkook, I’m coming in!”

Jungkook quickly pushed you below the covers, fluffing it up sufficiently to hide the fact that you were under it. He barely managed to close his eyes before Taehyung walked in, much too sprightly for this early in the morning.

“Aww!” His deep voice sounded through the room. “Jungkookie, are you still sleeping?”

Much to his horror, Taehyung made his way over to the bed, his long fingers smooshing Jungkook’s cheeks together as the poor boy tried to feign sleep.

“Did you sleep late last night?”

“Mph.”

“Jungkookie’s still sleepy? Aww!” The cheek smooshing continued, and Jungkook wondered how much longer you could stay hidden without Taehyung’s perceptiveness deducing that you were there.

“Hmmmm.” Jungkook managed to grunt out, tossing over to trap you underneath him.

“Okay, go back to sleep.” With one last cheek smoosh, Taehyung got up and left the room.

“Thank god!” Jungkook whispered in relief, pulling the covers off your face.

“I’m so glad he didn’t figure out I was here,” you sighed in relief.

Jungkook grinned at you, his bunny teeth poking out adorably as he pulled you closer to him. You giggled, reaching up to place small kisses on each of his moles - there were 5 according to your last examination.

“The curls are cute,” you said between kisses, running your fingers through his hair. He sighed contentedly, resting his forehead on yours. If it were up to him, he’d stay here forever.

“Oh and y/n-” You both stiffened as you heard Taehyung’s voice from the living room. Apparently, he hadn’t left yet. “-thanks a lot! Seokjin now owes me 50 bucks!”

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its-nebula · 3 years

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Locked Room Lovin'

Rantaro x Fem!Reader

Warning: NSFW

Thank goodness that your day was almost over. You couldn’t wait to rush out and go home, take a load off. Working in a library might not be that difficult, but it sure was repetitive. You were just so incredibly bored, and now it would be your off day. You yawned as you started to do your closing activities, namely, checking in all the books that had been returned, earlier in the day.

You scanned every bar code that you saw absent-mindedly, thinking instead about how you would be able to collapse on your bed and sleep as soon as you walked through the door.

The library was nearly empty at this time of night; go figure, it was 8:30 on a Saturday. The only people still looming around were the usual book-worms that would more than likely be gone by the time the lights turned off. You’ve worked at the library long enough to know and recognize some of them by name, though you rarely ever interacted with them.

“Okay, S/O! I’ll see you Monday afternoon, I’m getting out of here.” Your boss told you, and you politely nodded. “If you need something, don’t call. My kitties need attending to, and especially Mr. Whiskers, he’s been feeling a little frisky lately.”

“Riiiight....uh, see you Monday.” You waved to her, and she sashayed out of the library doors. Not long after she exited, the other people in the library started to exit as well. 9:00 was growing near, and you couldn’t wait until you were the only one left. After the last person you saw bid you a good night, you sighed of relief. All you had to do was put the books back in their respective places, and you could begin true relaxation.

Humming loudly to yourself, you pushed the book cart around, knowing exactly where each and every one should go.

“GAH-!” You jumped in surprise as you saw a green haired gentleman sitting down in one of the beanbags, his nose stuck in a book. He seemed to be focusing pretty hard, until he glanced up at you. You recognized him as Rantaro, and he took off the headphones he was wearing.

“Rantaro, you s-scared me.” You held your chest, chuckling lightly. “I thought there was nobody else left in the library.”

“I see that it’s already 9:00. Guess I’ve overstayed my welcome.”

“Oh, you’re fine! You can probably stay here until I’ve finished up.”

“No, no, I wouldn’t want to intrude more than I already have. Besides, I think I’m done for tonight anyways.” He started to get off the bean bag, stretching his legs in the process. He ran a hand through his hair, then looked at you. “I could help you put those up, if you so desire. I wouldn’t want you to stay longer than you have to.”

“Oh, Rantaro, you don’t have to do that!”

“It’s really no problem, Miss L/N. I need something to take my mind off things. Besides, we wouldn’t really want you to overwork those pretty little fingers of yours, would we?” He didn’t wait for an answer as he grabbed about half of the books that were left on your cart.

“I...suppose not.” You were honestly too tired to argue, and plus an extra hand never hurt.

The two of you put the books away, and surprisingly, he didn’t even need your help. After all was said and done, he looked at you with a smile on his face.

“That wasn’t too bad, right? If it’s not too much trouble, can I ask for one favor?”

“Knock yourself out.”

“That room behind the counter, that’s where you keep the books you’re about to give away, right? Would you mind if I took a couple of your fairytale books?”

“Go ahead.” You shrugged, searching for you card so that you could lock up for the night. “Be careful, it automatically locks from the outside.”

“I’ll be careful.” He turns around and disappears into the room, as you finally find you keycard. Happily wearing it around your neck, you went into most of the other rooms in the library to turn the lights off. As you went back to where the storage room was, you could see Rantaro excitedly picking up books; more than he looked like he could carry. He had one foot in the door, trying to keep it open.

“Do you need some help?” You offered, holding the door open for him.

“Thanks, I couldn’t-” He wasn’t able to see past the large stacks of books, and he collided with the wall, causing him to fall, with books of varying sizes raining down on him. He rubbed his head, laughing nervously to himself. You couldn’t help but laugh as you offered a hand to help him up, moving away from the door.

As you started helping him pick the books up, you couldn’t help but hear the sound of the door shutting behind you. Your eyes widening, you quickly whipped around to see that the metal door had completely shut. You wiggled the useless doorknob in an attempt to get it open. “Shit! I think we’re locked in!” You exclaimed, slamming yourself against the door.

“Woah there, calm down.” Rantaro grabbed your shoulders, stopping you from ramming your body against the door. “Can’t you call your boss?”

“My boss... is busy.” You rolled your eyes. You looked away defeatedly, covering your face with your hands. “She’s going to kill me when she finds us in the morning...”

“Hey now, Miss L/N, what about the authorities?”

“She would absolutely kill me if there was a big gaping whole where the door should be when she gets here. She doesn’t get here until 10:00, and she’d yell at me because she’d be held liable so early in the morning, and...”

“Okay, calm down.” He put a hand on your shoulder, and all you could do was slide down along the wall out of embarrassment.

“I’m sorry Rantaro, now you’re going to be stuck here with me all night... I feel so bad...”

“At least I’m stuck here with the Librarian’s pretty assistant.” He smirked at how you seemed to get flustered, sitting down next to you. “Well, Miss L/N we might as well get to know each other.”

“...you can start by calling me by my first name.” You looked at him. “S/O.” It could be worse, you realized. If you were stuck with anybody, you were glad it was the admittedly hot guy you’d regularly seen around the library.

“I’m sure I don’t have to introduce myself by now. The name’s Rantaro Amami.”

You yawned, rubbing your eyes.

“Well, I’m not already boring you, am I?”

“No, no! It’s just that I’ve been here since like 2, and your voice is just very calming to me.” The words just came out of your mouth, and you realized what you said. “Sorry! I didn’t mean for that to sound weird!”

He chuckled. “I get that a lot, it’s fine. If you need to sleep, I totally understand.”

“No! I’ll be fine for a while, I swear.”

“Mhmm~... Well, suit yourself.”

The next couple of hours or so were exclusively spent on you and Rantaro getting to know each other better. The two of you shared anything that you could think of. You told him all about how you came to be a library’s assistant, and how you’ve been working there for a quite a while. You told stories about your boss, who was increasingly diving more into “crazy cat lady territory” everyday. Rantaro shared stories about his adventures that he went on. He listed off all the countries he’d visited, and the countries he had left to visit. He solemnly explained the story about his sisters, and how he just wanted to find them so badly.

“And... that’s why I come to the library every day. Read up on the cultures and traditions of the countries I have yet to visit and any things I should be cautious of. That’s what I do.”

“I admire how determined you seem to be.” You told him with a reassuring smile. You squeezed his shoulder, and he looked back at you with a sad gaze. “I’m positive you’ll find them one day.”

“Thank you, S/O. Talking to you...it actually helps a lot.” He looked away. “Well, I’ve run out of things to talk about now. Any suggestions?”

You shrugged, resting your head on his shoulder. “It doesn’t matter to me. Being in here with you... I’m strangely comfortable. You’re such an easy person to talk to.”

A few minutes of silence passed. The two of you just enjoyed each other’s company, before you felt Rantaro’s hand on your chin. He turned your head towards his, and before you could process what was going on, the two of you were entangled in a sweet kiss. You closed your eyes, lazily kissing back and wrapping your arms around his neck.

The two of you stayed like that for a couple minutes, before you pulled apart. Your faces were within centimeters of each other, and you could hear him quietly laughing.

“What’s so funny?”

“I guess I have a confession to make. I’ve wanted to do that to the Librarian’s pretty assistant for a while.”

Your eyes widened. “You have?”

“Call it a stupid crush, but there’s always just been something about you, S/O. I’ve always wanted to get to know you on a more... personal level.” He runs a hand across your thigh, and you giggle sleepily. You connect your lips with is once again, your fingers getting tangled in his now messy hair.

You positioned yourselves so that you were sitting on top of Rantaro’s lap. You deepened the kiss, enjoying how his hands were squeezing your hips, trying to pull you closer towards him. As sleepy as you were, you were enjoying this immensely.

His lips parted from yours, and kisses peppered your jawline, all the way down to your neck and your collarbone. He held you in place as you drowsily giggled from the sensation. You could feel his breath against your skin as he stopped, and you couldn’t help but noticed his hands had reached a little higher on your back. “Are you sure you want to do this...? I can tell you’re tired and all, and- oh.”

Rantaro watched as you slipped your shirt off, throwing it to the side. Admittedly, he’d been getting a little tired too, but if anything woke him up, it was that. He smirked at you, taking the opportunity to take his own shirt off. “Well, I do love a woman who knows what she wants.”

“Shut up and kiss me...” You groaned before connecting your lips to his once more, not hesitating to stick your tongue straight into his mouth. You smiled in the kiss as his hands reached up to undo the straps of your bra, slipping it off with ease. You bucked your hips into his, causing him moan out loud. You could feel how hard it was getting, and it turned you on so much.

He bit his lip whenever you threw your bottoms to the side. His hands were free to explore your body now, and he took full advantage of that. He felt how soft your breasts felt in his hands, he felt how sensitive your nipples seemed to be. He did the honor of sucking on one of your buds, while his hand traveled to your lower half. Already, he could feel the heat radiating off you.

He took off his jeans and boxers, and you could feel just how hard his dick was in your hands. “Why don’t you put those pretty little fingers of yours to work?” He asked breathlessly. You happily obliged, stroking him and watching as eyes rolled into the back of his head, not able to contain the groans that escaped his lips. Leaning in, you sloppily kissed his neck, and all he could do is grab tightly onto your ass, refraining himself from cumming.

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. He practically rushed and fought to get your undergarments off, and repositioned you so that you were sitting on top of his lap, himself lined up at your entrance. Rantaro held onto your hips, and he licked his lips as he asked for one last confirmation. “S-S/O... are you sure this is what you want?”

“Rantaro...” You whispered into his ear. “Give it to me.”

He guided you so you easily slid onto his throbbing erection, and you kissed him as you moaned into his mouth. You two got into a slow , but steady rhythm, as you moved in a way that made him repeatedly hit exactly the right spot. He bit your lower lip as you moved back and forth, up and down.

“You feel so damn good...” He closed his eyes. You noticed he was even drooling a little between every grunt and moan. You were about to reach your own climax, as evidenced of the increasing volume in your sounds.

“Rantaaaro~” You whined, throwing your head back. “I’m gonna-” You didn’t have time to finish your sentence as you had your climax.

Rantaro’s body stiffened as that happened, especially as your walls tightened around him as he could feel himself pulsating. Squeezing his eyes shut, he let out a long sigh as he reached his orgasm as well. Letting go of your body, he collapsed on the floor. You slowly crawled beside him, feeling happy, satisfied, and more than ever, exhausted.

“You should probably sleep now.” He whispered to you as he reached for his shirt. “I’ll wake you up if anybody comes.”

“Mmmm~” You put on his shirt, beaming drowsily at him. He wrapped his arms around your waist, kissing the back of your neck. “Thank you for an amazing night, S/O.”

You woke up to Rantaro’s light snoring, as he was still holding you close. You were about to go back to sleep, but you noticed the door was slightly cracked open, and there was a note next to you.

“Dear S/O,

Next time, consider calling before you indulge in intercourse with one of our loyal patrons!”

Rolling your eyes, you smiled knowing that you would almost certainly be yelled at as soon as you walked through the door. But that was a problem for the future. For now, all you wanted was to go back to sleep in Rantaro’s loving arms. And that’s exactly what you did.

#danganronpa x reader #danganronpa #imagine #rantaro x reader #rantaro amami #ns//fw

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dressagecow · 3 years

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The Show - A Lot of Salt

After 13 months, we finally, finally got back out to a show! And after the nonsense of last year, we were finally ready again to debut first level 1! Very exciting stuff. I had the schedule all set up, checked with my trainer about it various times, and the only thing that was a bit sticky was that she would need to leave by 1 pm for…something idk. But we agreed that the trailer could be taken back by someone else, so no problem.

My first ride was at 8:44, so I told her I would get to the barn at 6:45 and do all the last minute stuff like loading the tack and hay on the trailer, and we would leave by 7:45. The venue is about 15 minutes away, so we’d get there about 8 and have 45-ish minutes to prepare. Again, she agreed, saying that if that’s what I would need that’s what we’d do. Come day of, I called her a half hour before leave time just to make sure she was awake and getting ready. However, by 7:55 she’s still not out of the house and at 8 I knock on her door. She…runs out of the house in a sports bra? Looking for a shirt? About 8:10 we finally get on the road and I am starting to stress. The place should only be 15 minutes away, so I won’t have much time at all but it’s better than nothing. But there is construction everywhere, so it is suddenly not 15 minutes away. We finally get there, and have to tack up, and by the time I’m on and make it to the warm-up ring, it’s a couple minutes past the time the person before me would have started already. He gets like 2 minutes of trot before I have to double check I have the right ring and judges. We got there so late we didn’t even have time to get to the office to grab his number and paperwork, so my friend has to sprint to the car to get a mask for entry, sprint to the office for his number, and sprint back to me to put it on. Good thing too, because the judge I had was obnoxiously tough, a recognized judge who doesn’t pull a single punch with schooling shows. If I didn’t have my number, she would have barred me from my ride altogether and moved on. We needed to have it on at 8:44, and it was tucked in at 8:43. Very, very stressful, needless to say.

Bless this horse’s goddamn soul, because with no off property experience in 13 months, with all the stress, with no warm-up whatsoever, he goes in the ring and just…does the test. No problems. No worries. He puts it together for me. My trainer, who stood by the trailer chatting with a friend the whole time my friend was running around trying to get my number, manages to watch some of the test and has the gall to give me extensive notes on it. His canter was really shaky. He has almost no stretch - judges want a long rein, not a loose rein. Why didn’t you use more leg. Ride him like you do at home. Like…yes, jackass, it wasn’t as brilliant as it could’ve-should’ve-would’ve been because for some odd reason, we did not. Get. A warm-up. My friend and I are fuming, because any other trainer would be fired on the spot for that bullshit. Here’s the kicker that was just the icing on the shit cake: as I’m waiting for her this morning, I notice the backup trailer person wasn’t there with us. I get a bad feeling, so I text her to double check. Once we get on the road, trainer texts me, saying she got a confused text from other trailer person, because apparently I was supposed to be the one to speak to her and arrange this. Apparently I was supposed to make arrangements for HER schedule, for HER trailer. She did not make this clear to me. She genuinely, passive aggressively texts me “I’m so sorry that it’s apparently my responsibility to sort out these things when I already gave you my parameters for the day, and I told you last night my schedule changed from leaving at 1 to 11:30. Why would you text her last minute on the morning of.” And because it is indeed last minute, other trailer person cannot drive the rig home. I go into my first test knowing we may be stranded.

The other two tests later in the day are fine, and trainer even manages to make it to one warm-up before she has to leave - about 8 minutes worth of instruction. Over the course of 6 and a half hours. I manage to get a hold of a friend at the barn with a small trailer who agrees to pick me up at the end of the day, because she can empathize with the nonsense of this lady’s showing habits. We got 4th of 7, 2nd of 4, and 2nd of 3 once all is said and done. For 1-1 this amazing saint of an animal managed to pull off a 61.7%! I was pretty happy with that, and it seemed fair. However, for training level 2 and 3, we got a 62.7% and a 59.8%, numbers that I thought were conservative and a bit harsh. But oh well, those weren’t the tests I was really there to do. Everything ended up fine I guess, my horse proved himself 10x over, and I managed to avoid a very threatening breakdown, but I’m still angry. That was completely unfair to us.

#I think I am done showing with her #My old trainer was there and this honestly made her look good. That’s saying something #She even let us tie to her trailer once ours left #Sigh

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horansqueen · 3 years

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Stuck With You - Chapter 18

Chapter 18: I Want You

🡪chapter 1 🡪chapter 2 🡪chapter 3 🡪chapter 4 🡪chapter 5 🡪chapter 6 🡪chapter 7 🡪chapter 8 🡪chapter 9 🡪chapter 10 🡪chapter 11 🡪chapter 12 🡪chapter 13 🡪chapter 14 🡪chapter 15 🡪chapter 16 🡪chapter 17

College Enemies To Lovers AU

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Any time I need to see your face I just close my eyes and I am taken to a place Where your crystal mind and magenta feelings taken shelter In the base of my spine, sweet like a chica cherry cola

I don't need to try and explain, I just hold on tight And if it happens again, I might move so slightly To the arms and the lips and the face and the human cannonball I need to, I want to

Come stand a little bit closer Breathe in and get a bit higher

Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you But, ooh, I'd die to find out Ooh, I want you I don't know if I need you But, ooh, I'd die to find out

But a look, then a smell of perfume It's like I'm down on the floor And I don't know what I'm in for

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NIALL

My phone had been ringing and beeping constantly in the past hour. Every time I checked, though, it was a new call or message from Mandy and I was desperately trying to avoid talking to her. I knew I wouldn't be able to run away from her for too long but I was determined to at least try. I marked all her text messages as 'read' and got out of my car again, getting inside Lewis' apartment building for the second time on that day.

I felt nervous and I was not sure why, but I kept twisted the insides of my jeans pockets as the elevator moved up. My heart skipped a beat when I glanced at the spot where Devon and I kissed but I swallowed my feelings and quickly walked out of the elevator. It didn't take long for Lewis to open the door and when I walked in, I noticed he had cleaned up everything. I was impressed, especially when I remembered the mess we had made, but I didn't mention it.

"You know you don't have to come visit many times a day, mate." Lewis pointed out before his lips curled. "No need for me to get used to your ass in this apartment, your girlfriend messaged me and said it was too expensive for her."

I wanted to point out that she was not my girlfriend and never would be but the words got stuck in my throat and I decided it was better to ignore it and not fuel the fire. I took my hands off my pockets and passed one in my hair with a sigh.

"Look, Devon really needs a place to stay."

"I thought you'd be happy to keep her with you in your room." Lewis wondered with a frown.

I took a seat on the other couch, close to him and shook my head. "She wants out, okay." I explained, shaking my head slightly before sighing again and leaning my back on the couch. "I mean, she really wants to leave."

Lewis stared at me, frowning slightly more, and finally moved his upper body closer. "That's how much you love her?" he asked in a soft tone, making me shrug. "Enough to let her go?"

"Don't say stupid things."

"No, you say stupid things, Horan." he added a bit louder. "Instead to love her enough to let her go, why don't you love her enough to be honest with her? I've seen the way she's been looking at you. She's literally waiting for you to make a move."

"I've hurt her enough already okay?" I replied a bit rudely. "She wants out and if that's what she wants then that's what she'll get."

This time, Lewis didn't answer but he rolled his eyes at me, letting his back fall on the couch. "You're a fookin' idiot."

"Thanks, I know."

"You let one girl fuck you up, and then you fuck the others. Nice move." he replied again with sarcasm.

"Fine, sue me!" I let out, now getting angry. "I'm just here to ask you to send her a message again, and tell her you'll charge her half of the rent you proposed first."

Lewis raised his eyebrows at me, blinking a few times. I knew he was getting annoyed but I didn't care. "Why would I do that?"

"I'll pay you the other half." I explained, closing my eyes. "But you can't tell her! Ever."

My friend stared at me and I knew he wanted to add something about the girl that broke my heart and fucked me up to the point where I rejected any form of romantic love, but he didn't and I felt grateful for that. It's not like I was not aware that it was not a normal thing. I knew people fell in love, fucked up other people, hurt them, got their heart broken... and started all over again. Most people had this urge and this need to love and be loved, knowing they could get hurt but hoping they won't. I didn't have that need, because I felt like the happy times were not worth the pain. I couldn't lie and say Devon didn't make all my principles falter, but I was trying hard not to do to anything about it, despite how bad I was craving it... how bad I was craving her.

"Propose her a ride to school every morning." Lewis finally said, taking me out of my thoughts. I blinked a few times and frowned before shaking my head. "Seriously, do it." he continued. "If you do that, I'm good with you paying half the rent and not telling her."

I stared at him for a few seconds before looking down. I liked the idea but I was not sure she'd agree to it. I also was pretty convinced it was a bad idea. How could I stop feeling all these things for her if I spent time with her every single day? Anyway, the reason she wanted to move out of our room was because she didn't want to be around me anymore, and picking her up for school every week days sounded counterproductive.

"Why does it matter so much to you?" I finally asked, looking up at him as he got up but totally resigned to do what he asked me to do.

"Because even if you pretend the opposite, it really matters to you." Lewis confessed, making something stir in my stomach. "So, we have a deal?"

I got up too, glancing at the hand he was holding out before looking up in his eyes. I would never tell him, but if Devon agreed to let me give her a ride to school every morning, it would make my heart lighter. As much as I hated to admit it, I took so many decisions with my heart recently that there was no doubt I'd end up in deep shit very soon. Did the fact that Devon was about to move out make me change my mind? Would it turn me into the pathetic human being I was whenever she was near? The same one I used to be around my ex girlfriend right before and even after she broke my heart?

"Deal." I just let out firmly, grabbing his hand and shaking it hard once before letting it go.

"I want my money every saturday and you're the one driving here to give it to me, making it your problem."

"Ever heard of bank transfers?" I asked with a scoff.

"I want it cash."

I knew he just wanted me to come over and I understood why but I was too mentally exhausted to argue and maybe it would also give me the chance to see Devon. I should run away from here and break all the deals I had made with Lewis but I couldn't. I was tired to fight, I was tired to repress everything I was feeling in hope it would disappear.

"Okay, but you don't ask for the money in front of Devon."

"Who do you think I am? An idiot?"

I chuckled but rolled my eyes before nodding, grateful for what he was doing. It was tough to push away someone who made me feel so many things. It felt like every fiber of my body, everyone around me, and even fate and destiny made it impossible for me to stay far from Devon. I knew deep down that I couldn't stay physically away from her forever. It felt like my own body was going to rot or die if she'd stay far, and I knew it was a stupid example but those were the only words I could come up with. Perhaps it was not really that. Perhaps it was just that my heart would stop beating, but either way, I was not ready to let go. Not completely.

I wanted to thank Lewis for everything but just as I was about to, someone knocked at the door, making me jump slightly. I moved away to let Lewis pass but when I heard the voice on the other side, I felt my heart jump in my chest.

"Lewis, are you there?" Mandy's voice let out in a soft tone. "I forgot something last night!"

I placed my hand on Lewis' chest as he walked past me and looked up in his eyes, shaking my head. "I'm not here." I mouthed, making him frown and throw his hands up.

"You're gonna have to face her at some point, right now is perfect." he replied in a whisper, walking up to the door and opening it before I could think of something else to do or a good place to hide.

As soon as her eyes met mine, I pushed my hands in my pockets and her face lighted up.

"Niall, hey, tried to reach you all day!"

"Yea, sorry my.. phone was on silent." I lied, sending her a small smile. "I was about to call you back as soon as I left."

"I just feel very lonely today." she pointed out, sending me puppy eyes as she took a step closer, putting her hand on my chest. "Do you want to sleep in my room tonight?"

My eyes roamed on her face for a few seconds as she gripped my shirt. I knew looking at her should make me feel something, but nothing happened. It was not because I was used to her, or because I had had too much sex encounters with her, no. It was simply because I felt nothing for her and probably never felt anything except lust. The fact that i didn't feel any desire for her anymore was a shock and my lips parted as I blinked a few times.

"I'm busy... tonight." I cleared my throat and took a step back, turning to Lewis to hug him lightly and tell him goodbye. I could feel Mandy's eyes on my back and it suddenly made me feel uncomfortable. When I turned back to her, she raised her eyebrows and I smiled. "Do you need a ride?"

"Yea, thank you! Let me just grab my bra really quick."

I frowned, turning to Lewis who just shrugged as Mandy disappeared in the hall only to reappear a minute of two later as she pushed her bra in her purse. I didn't ask because I didn't want to know and as we left, I glanced at Lewis' phone and moved my chin in its direction. He just nodded and I followed Mandy to the elevator.

I watched as she leaned against the wall in the exact same spot Devon and I had kissed but closed my eyes as images invaded my brain, appearing behind my eyelids like a movie I could never get tired of.

"Are you okay, Niall?"

I got out of my thoughts, trying to push away the thoughts in my head where Devon was straddling me and I was kissing her lips gently after a claustrophobia crisis, to turn to Mandy. "Yea, I'm good."

We walked together until my car and I drove in silence. She put her feet up on the dashboard and I felt my lips curl into a small grimace at how annoyed it made me but when I parked, I turned to her with a serious face.

"Look, Mandy, I think we need a break."

"A break?" she let out before chucking. "Niall, we're not dating."

"I know I just.. I can't do this anymore."

She tilted her head to lean it on the bench before turning her body slightly my way. She sighed low and a sad smile appeared on her lips before she licked them. For some stupid reason, it made me think of Devon. Again.

"It's because of that girl, right?"

"No." I lied, shrugging both shoulders and looking away, making Mandy laugh.

"I didn't even name her and you knew who I was talking about." she pointed out, making me grimace again. "It's okay, Niall, I see how you two look at each other. I didn't think she was your type but hey," she shrugged. "I get it."

I stared at her for a few more seconds, just trying to process what she was saying and when I frowned, she started laughing, rolling her eyes.

"Don't make this face! What did you expect?" she asked, an amused smile spread on her lips. "It's not like I was in love with you or anything!"

Without waiting, she got out of my car and I finally did the same. We walked together near the building and when we were about to part, I turned to her and sent her an uncomfortable smile.

"So... bye?"

She laughed again, shaking her head, and took a step closer. "I'm really gonna miss your ass." she let out, pinching it and making me tense immediately. She got on her tiptoe and pressed her mouth on mine, taking me my surprise, before taking a step back and raising her eyebrows. "Bye!"

I stood there, motionless, a sensation of relief washing over me as some of the stress I wasn't even aware I had disappeared suddenly. I pushed my hands in my pockets and when I turned back to get inside, I noticed Devon not so far from me, staring at me. My lips parted and my heart dropped when I realized she had seen what had just happened with Mandy and I was tempted to tell her it was not what she was thinking but instead, I swallowed my words as she walked closer.

"Your friend Lewis messaged me." she explained, glancing in Mandy's direction before looking back in my eyes.

I looked down at her, my eyes roaming on her face and lingering a bit too long on her lips. Why couldn't I get her off my mind? Why was it so tough for me not to grab her and kiss her right here and right now?

I started thinking about my ex girlfriend and the feelings I had whenever she was near, and it made me realize how different the two emotions were. The way I loved my ex girlfriend was needy, pathetic and ugly. The way I would do anything she wanted just because I was scared she would leave, the way she made me jealous on purpose, or simply did anything she wanted without caring if it would hurt me. I fell in love with someone who used me and it was for that same person that I had given up on love. Even now, after months of her breaking my heart, she still had an impact on me. She was still controlling me without even knowing. I was letting what she did to me ruin my life and I had no idea how to get out of it.

"Oh yea?"

"Mmhm, he said he cut the rent in half, and I think I can afford it."

"Alright." I just said, sending her a small smile.

"You don't seem surprised." she asked with a frown, tilting her head.

"No I mean, I know Lewis, he's cool." I shrugged, sending her a sincerely smile that she slowly sent back.

The way Devon made me feel was different. She made me feel good in a way I was not sure I understood yet. I could relate to her, and even if she didn't talk much about herself, she still let me in, somehow, by allowing me to look at her art and tell her how it made me feel. She allowed me to kiss her whenever I wanted and push her away after, as if she was always ready to give me a chance... a chance that I never had the guts to take. I was just realizing that maybe I was wrong and she was leaving.

"Oh, by the way, one of my friends has a mattress he doesn't need, so if you're interested, I can bring it to Lewis' apartment this week?"

Her eyebrows raised and her lips curled on the right. "Really?"

"Mmhm, oh, and since you don't have a car, I propose a ride to school every morning, how's that?"

This time though, she shook her head. "No, I can't accept that."

"Come on, I drive near there every morning anyway for breakfast, so it's all good."

It was not a complete lie but it was not the whole truth either, but I didn't care.

"No really, I can't."

"So you can accept Lewis cutting half the price of the rent, and a mattress from a guy you don't know, but when it comes to accepting my rides to school, it's too much?" I asked jokingly, a bigger smile on my face.

It made her chuckle and roll her eyes. "Fine!" she gave in, making my heart jump in my chest. "But let me pay you, okay?"

"Okay, but I decide the price." I explained, taking an other step closer. Her body was so close to mine now that if I moved, It could brush against hers. "I want that painting."

"My.. my painting? The one I wanted to throw away?"

"Mmhm," I admitted, nodding gently. "I want you to sign it, and give it to me. In exchange, you get rides and breakfast every mornings of the week."

She shook her head slightly, still smiling, and brought her shoulders up, near her cheeks. It was so endearing I almost kissed her right there.

"Niall, this painting is horrible. It'll never be worth anything."

"Deal?" I asked, ignoring her short rant.

Her traits softened and I brought my hand up, running my thumb on her cheek gently. I didn't know why I was doing that, I didn't know why I felt the need to touch her. All I knew was that feeling her skin against mine brought in me a feeling I was trying so hard to suppress, and I immediately felt the need to write a song. I let my arm fall back on my side, realizing she was not smiling anymore. Her lips were parted and she just nodded very slowly.

I suddenly got scared of everything this could imply. Would I just close off again and hurt her? I knew it was a possibility. I knew I could wake up in the morning realizing my mistake and turning into the cold hearted man I was with her only a few days ago. What would happen, then?

"Okay." she whispered. "Deal."

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan fluff #niall horan au #niall horan college au #niall horan enemies to lovers #niall horan uni au #my fanfics #swy

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dreamingofmilk · 4 years

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Lost

Synopsis: You get lost and almost give Bucky a heart attack. He's going to make sure you never do it again.

Word Count: 2,686

Warnings: smut, cursing, slight breeding kink

“Hey.”

That simple word made Bucky rush to hop out of his bed. Your voice was a sound he’d been craving to hear for a few days now, and he was ecstatic to finally hear it, but he could tell that something was wrong.

“Hey Babe. What’s up?” Bucky was ready to run to you, and wrap you in his arms. The argument you previously had was nothing compared to the pain he felt from missing you.

“I’m sorry Buck.” He could hear your voice break as the tears crest over. He couldn’t understand what was wrong, he wanted nothing more than to wipe tears from your cheeks and hold you close.

“Nono I’m sorry doll. It’s my fault. I messed up.” Bucky could hear your chuckle, he could picture you rolling your eyes.

“Yeah you did. But that’s not what I’m talking about.” Your voice cracked as you spoke.

“What are you sorry for then?” Bucky cocked his head to the side as he placed his hand on his hip in slight frustration.

“Can you come get me?” You sniffled. “I’m lost.”

Bucky’s jaw tightened. He hated when you put yourself in possible danger. And this was the exact situation he was always telling you about. With him being an Avenger, you being in an unknown location stressed him to the max. You’d been threatened before by one of Bucky’s enemies and Bucky went batshit crazy making sure you were safe. You always shrugged it off when he got overprotective but he's seen firsthand what happens to people who aren't too careful. He refused to let that happen to you.

“I’m sorry doll. I don’t think I heard you correctly.” Bucky growled while grabbing his bike keys and heading out the door.

You sighed, then leaned on the old ass phone booth you were using as protection from the rain. You tightened your thighs in response to his rough voice nagging you about being safe. It always turned you on when he was worried about your safety. But now was definitely not the time to think about how good your boyfriend would feel breaking your back right now.

You had no idea where you were and you knew Bucky was pissed. You were mad at yourself to be honest. It was stupid of you to even end up on this situation.

You couldn't help but let some of your frustration project onto your boyfriend. “I’m lost okay Buck! Just come and get me. I have turned on the GPS on my phone but my phone is about to die so...” You shrugged, you had enough juice to call him and send your location but not much else, especially not the nagging.

“I told you about doing stuff like this!" You could picture Bucky pulling his hair in frustration. He was probably fighting the urge to pace too. You couldn't focus on anything though when he spoke again, just the pool between your legs "Just wait til I get my hands on you. You’ll be too tired to get lost.” Bucky threatened his bike roaring to life as he located you on his phone’s GPS.

You uttered out right before the phone died, “I’m ready for it.”

Bucky hung up, growling to himself as he floored the gas and jetted down the street. "We'll see how fucking ready you are."

The further he got from the city the angrier he got. Why the fuck were you even out this far? What could you have possibly been doing? It's like you were trying to get yourself killed! He glanced down at his phone again, he was getting close to your location, just a few more minutes. He was going to tear you a new one once he found you.

After a few turns and passing what he was certain was a crack house he saw you sitting in the phone booth. He couldn't decide what emotion was winning out, anger or relief. He damn near fell over screeching to a stop, trying to get to you as quickly as possible.

Your smile was bright, "Bucky thank you!" You made your way over to him, your arms open. Bucky pulled you into himself as far as he could, his arms tight around you, and his body warm. You basked in the coziness of it for a while before Bucky flipped the script.

"No apology? I just drove and hour and a half outside the city to come get you, after you got yourself fucking lost in the middle of fucking nowhere and you think you can just hug me?" He chuckled, pulling you back so he could stare into your eyes. A normal person would be terrified of the angry, slightly crazed look in his eyes, but you weren't like others. And Bucky in any situation made you wet.

Bucky cupped your cheek, his voice velvet smooth, and whisper soft as he spoke.

"Doll, I dont think you understand the situation at hand, but let me remind you real fucking quick." His hand quickly circled around your neck, just tight enough to make you pant.

Bucky smirked, "Here's what's going to happen sweetheart. You are going to go into that phone booth and take off anything you don't want to get ripped off. You have 10 seconds."

Your eyes widened in shock. Did he really expect you to strip in that dirty phone booth, where anybody could see?!

"Bucky, baby, I ca-"

He tightened his hand around your throat.

"I wasn't asking sweetie. Now all of a sudden you're concerned about the consequences of your actions? Should have thought about that before you got yourself fucking lost huh?" He let go of your neck and raised an eyebrow when you didnt move, "10...9...8…"

It took you a bit to understand what was happening but once you did you sprinted to the phone booth, frantically trying to remove at least your outer layers of clothing. Bucky was definitely angry enough to rip all of your clothes and make you ride back home naked, so you had to save at least your shirt and pants. You had thrown off your shirt and bra and just got your pants over your hips when Bucky threw the door open.

"Time's up doll. Regretting those tight jeans now aren't you?" He chuckled as he closed the door behind him, crowding you against the wall.

You held up your hands, "Bucky please, they're half off, please don't make me ride home with no pants." You formed your lips into your best pout and gave full strength puppy eyes. Hopefully you'd be able to appeal to Bucky's soft side.

He smirked, his hand on his chin like he was thinking really hard. "What are you willing to do for them? How much are your pants worth to you?"

Damn, Bucky wasn't with the bullshit. You racked your brain, trying to come up with something he would accept. You knew you only had one shot at this.

That's it! You smiled sweetly at him, and pulled him against you. You cupped his face and placed soft kisses on his jaw, his nose, his cheeks, everywhere you could reach. After a bit you leaned up on your tiptoes to whisper in his ear.

"I'll let you cum inside me."

When you and Bucky started having sex you were quick to tell him you didn't want him to cum inside you. You didn't want to give that privilege to any man you couldn't see yourself having kids with. You were on birth control, but you were just extra cautious. Bucky had no problem with it, but you also knew he would jump at the chance to be able to fuck without that barrier. You were in love and you were going to tell Bucky you'd changed your mind soon, but now was as good a time as any.

Bucky stilled under your hands, his muscles clenching under his clothes. He looked into your eyes, searching for something. "Y/N, are you sure? Don't play with me."

Any doubt you could have had was definitely gone now. Bucky always had your best interests at heart. He may show it in strange ways, like fucking you in a phone booth in the middle of nowhere, but there was never a time where you doubted his intentions.

You looked into his eyes, trying to convey just how sure you were. "Yes, I'm sure Buck."

He groaned, his body pushing you further into the wall, the glass cool against your bare skin, "I hope you understand what you just agreed to babe."

You smirked, "I'll take a little time to think about it." You slid your pants the rest of the way down and piled them on the floor. You quickly kneeled in the pile of fabric and set to work unbuttoning Bucky's pants. You never got tired of seeing his dick. It was honestly the most beautiful one you'd ever seen. Huge and well groomed with a slight curve to it. You quickly pulled it out and started with feather light kisses against the head before sucking on the tip. Bucky gently placed his hands on your head, not adding any pressure as you swirl your tongue around the head.

He groaned, "Mhm, Baby, fuck!"

You smiled as you started to go deeper, pausing when the tip of his dick hit the back of your throat so you could swallow around it. You got your desired reaction when Bucky's hands tightened in your hair and his hips instinctively bucked into your mouth. His moans were making waterfalls between your legs.

You had to fight the urge to reach down and get some action yourself. Now wasn't the time, and a bit of build up would pay off later. You moved even further, until your nose hit his pubic bone and that was where the fun really started. You looked up, Bucky's eyes on you, and held that eye contact while you bobbed up and down on his dick. Bucky couldn't contain himself. He threw his head back and started thrusting into your mouth, his hands guiding your head back and forth.

"Fuck fuck fuck fuck! So fucking good baby. Take it baby, yes!" He honestly had no idea what was coming out of his mouth at this point. He just wanted you to keep going.

You hummed in delight, noticing the high pitched keen that escaped his lips when you did it. You started humming your favorite song while you went to town on his dick, like it was your last meal.

He whimpered, "Baby, I'm gonna cum. All in that hot fucking mouth. Fuck, your so damn nasty baby."

That just made you work harder. You spend up, humming even more until he starts whimpering, his hips rutting against you even faster.

"Gonna cum, fuck, baby, slow down, slow down! Shit!"

A gush of cum hit the back of your throat and you swallowed it down without missing a beat. You grabbed Bucky's ass and pulled him as far into your mouth as you could and held him in place. You could feel all of his muscles spasming, all of his nerve endings firing off at once. After you milked him dry you finally let go of his dick with a pop and leaned back to look at his face. "I've thought about it. And I still want you to cum in me." You stood up cupping Bucky's face in your hands.

Bucky smirked, "There's no way I'm not cumming in you after that. I should spank you for that. Let's not forget who's in charge here doll."

Bucky turned you around so you had to brace yourself with your hands against the glass. His metal hand made quick work of ripping your panties to shreds before he shoved three vibranium fingers inside you.

You couldn't hold back your scream if you wanted to. The stretch felt so fucking good! Bucky plunged his fingers over and over, hitting all the right spots inside you.

He leaned down to talk in your ear.

"You're so fucking tight Y/N. Fuck, you're gonna feel so good on my dick."

You whimpered, "Please! I want it. Fuck me!"

Bucky bent you over even more and removed his fingers. Your hips reared back trying to catch them again. Bucky tutted and purred in your ear.

"Patience doll. I have to savor the first time I fuck you bare."

He rubbed your asscheeks with his flesh hand squeezing as he went.

You were a pile of mush by the time the tip of his dick touched your lips. And when he pushed in both of you moaned loudly. This was completely different from how it normally felt. Sex with Bucky was always amazing, but this was on another level. You could feel every ridge and vein in his dick and they brushed against your walls in a way that made your back arch and your eyes roll back in your head. You were ready to cum and he hadn't even started fucking you yet.

"Bucky, oh my god."

"I know baby, I know. Fuck. Let me take care of you."

He pulled back slowly, both of you moaning at the feeling of his raw dick sliding against you. After a short pause he slammed back inside you and you saw stars, you started cumming on the spot.

"Bucky! Fuck! I'm cumming!"

"So fucking tight! Damn!" Bucky growled, his hand moving to your hips to move you on his dick.

He picked up the pace, both of you getting lost in the sensation. You could feel a second orgasm building and it felt like it would drag you under. You started hitting Bucky's forearm, trying to convey what you were feeling. You tried to tilt your hips trying to lessen the pleasure so you could breathe for a second, but Bucky wasn't having it.

He gripped your hips harder and growled, "Take it, baby. Cum on my dick. I'm gonna cum so fuckjng hard Y/N. Gonna put my baby in you."

And that did it. Without warning your body shattered and clenched around him. You could hear yourself screaming, feeling your body trying to move away from him because the pleasure was too much but Bucky used his superhuman strength to keep you in his grasp.

His hips rutting even harder and faster, his moans rising in pitch until he was whimpering. "Gonna cum baby, so fucking tight, gonna cum so deep in you."

Just as you felt your orgasm start to subside, Bucky growled and bit into your shoulder as his dick swelled then shot his hot sticky cum inside you, which brought you to the edge once again. Your legs gave out completely, but Bucky caught you before you fell.

You looked into his eyes. "That was… fuck I…"

Bucky nodded, "Yeah, that was amazing. I'm sorry if I hurt you. Let's get you dressed so we can go home." Bucky was as gentle as possible as he helped you put on your shirt and pants, your shredded panties a reminder of what you two just did.

As you both walked to the motorcycle you stopped Bucky with a pull on his wrist. "You didn't hurt me Buck, not at all. It scared me at first how mad you were, but I get it. I should have been more careful. I don't want to cause you unnecessary worry."

Bucky smiled, kissing you softly on the forehead. "Thank you baby, I'm sorry I caused the stupid argument that led you to get lost on the first place. But don’t do something like this again.You nearly gave this old heart its first heart attack. I couldn’t bear to lose you."

“I promise Buck, I’ll never get lost again.” You pressed a kiss to his lips before climbing on the bike after him.

You wish you meant what you said, you really did, but angry sex with Bucky was on another level.

You were already thinking of the next time you'd get lost.

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dashhoney25 · 4 years

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E. Part V

Hazel

Rolling over in bed next to Adonis was the highlight of your night. Sighing in satisfaction, you watched as he rubbed his face in his sleep. He opened his eyes and smirked at you. "What are you looking at?" he questioned. You chuckled, "Oh nothing" you said sitting up in bed.

"You tired yet?" he questioned. "I am, my body is starting to feel it" you say. "Well good" Adonis says pulling you into a kiss. You stared in his eyes and felt that spark that you once felt with Erik. You pulled away and looked away from him. "You okay?" He asks. "Yeah, I just felt a little weird for a minute" you say hoping he'd leave it alone. Adonis plays in your hair a moment and sighs.

"You know I gotta go. I told you I got a client in a few hours. I need to rest" Adonis replies getting out of bed slowly. You take his hand and began kissing up his arm you sit up on your knees and grip his shoulders as you use his back for support. "I thought you said we could ride to the gym together in the morning Donnie?" you question sweetly. Adonis smirks, you can see the dimples forming on the side of his face.

He turns to face you and cups your face with a kiss. "Just come by at 8:30 baby girl" he says. Your eyes were low and your body was starting to give out. You could no longer sit on your knees, so you had to sit on the bed. Adonis leaned down to grab for his boxers, as he came up, you grabbed his pleasure stick instead. "I know I don't have anything left in my body to give you, but D, it's 3am. Just leave when the sun comes up" you bargained with him. "I wish I could Haze, but I have a client in three hours. Let me get some sleep. I promise I'll give you what you want at the gym" Adonis replied as he gently removed your hands from his member.

You sighed in displeasure as you watched Adonis get dressed. You tucked yourself in bed and watched as he finished. Adonis climbed into the bed and gave you a sweet goodnight kiss. "I'll be back for you Princess, walk me out?" He questioned sweetly. You huffed in frustration, and grabbed your silk robe before getting out of bed. "You could walk me out without the robe" Adonis says playfully. "If you were staying, I wouldn't have to wear anything" you replied following him to the door. Adonis paused and looked at you. "What?" you question as you reached for the door handle.

"I told you I got you in the morning Princess" Adonis says placing his hands on your hips, kissing your neck. You let go of the handle and faced him. "It is morning" you whisper. Adonis places a kiss on your cheek and grabs the door handle. "See you at 8:30" he says before leaving.

Locking the door, you walk back to your bedroom, alone. You take off your robe and climb in bed. You turn off the light and caress the empty side of the bed. Taking in the sandalwood scent of Adonis on the pillow, you feel comfort, you feel as if he's still there with you; you can feel his hands on you. As the aroma filled your nose, you eventually drift off to slip.

The next morning you wake up feeling brand new. Your journey of being abstinent for a year has ended, and it never crossed your mind that Adonis would be the culprit of that. You felt like a part of Erik was still present in your life, though that had been filled with Adonis; but only the thought of Erik could take you so far. You got out of bed and took a long hot shower to relax your sore muscles; Adonis had put you through it after multiple rounds. Thirty minutes later you come out of the shower, and dried off. You rummaged through your closet for some yoga pants, sports bra, and a matching jacket. Getting dressed, you found your favorite pair of Nike's and threw your hair into a messy bun. You grabbed your small gym bag, water bottle, keys and phone and headed out the door.

Pulling up to Adonis' gym, you decided to hang back a moment and check your phone to reply to text messages when you saw a black SUV pull up at the gym. You see Adonis getting out of the car and then a female. You flip up your sun visor and notice that the woman is Jade. Jade kisses Adonis and hands him a wad of cash. Your heart instantly dropped. "What the fuck!" You said to yourself feeling your blood boil. Your first instinct was to get out of your car and raise hell, but you decided to let the two carry on before parting ways. You waited 10 minutes before getting out of your car, refusing to bring your workout bag inside with you.

You walked into the gym and found Adonis warming up doing some light deadlifts. You take a seat on the workout bench, not saying a word. "Good morning, how are you?" he asks putting the weights down. "I'm okay" you say nonchalantly taking off your jacket, laying it across the bench. Adonis walks over and pulls you into a hug, you were reluctant to hugging him, pulling away you notice hickeys on his neck. "You get any sleep when I left?" he questioned. You push him away and walk off. "What's wrong?" he questions. "What the fuck D!" You ask trying to hold back your emotions. "What you mean?" he questions. You sighed and looked up at him as he takes off his tank top, "So how was your appointment this morning?" you asked in a snarky tone. Adonis showed his dimples quickly, "So you missed me huh? That's why you keep asking about my time away from you?" Adonis asks in a cocky tone.

"Don't bullshit me Adonis, I saw you kissing Jade when I came in. What the hell was she doing giving you money?!" you yelled at him, not holding back the tears that began to form. Adonis wasn't a fan of your tears, he looked away from you and kept a solemn expression on his face. He went silent. "Answer me Donnie!" You say walking to him, standing in front of him as he was about to pick up another set of weights. "Why you questioning me?! I'm not Erik. Why you thinking so much?" he barks. Your eyes read disappointment as he struggled to look you in the eye, you lifted his chin, "What's up with these?" You said referring to his neck, "I wasn't the cause of this before you left me this morning Adonis! Did you fuck her?" Adonis snatched his face from your hand. You instantly walked away in disgust and he caught you; holding you.

"Just let me go Adonis! It was a waste of my time coming here" you said as the tears finally fell from your eyes. "I'm not tryna hurt you Hazel. This morning was great, and I want more of that. Why you think I asked you to come here first thing?" Adonis questioned. "First thing?" You questioned as your eyes got wide, "You left me this morning to sleep for three hours just to go have sex with somebody else! And you have the audacity to act like it didn't happen when I saw Jade kiss you, she gave you money, and you have hickeys Adonis! Fucking hickeys that I didn't leave!" You say in a higher octave. You felt like everything left your body in that moment and you snatched away from Adonis. You wiped your face and adjusted your messy bun, you walked over to the bench to grab your jacket. Adonis was speechless, he couldn't say anything.

"I'm gonna go" you say in a somber tone before leaving.

Adonis

As Hazel left the gym, for the first time in a long time, I knew that I fucked up. I've been doing this shit for too long, and I'm too swift to get caught. Hazel was different, and I knew that everything would change if I ever crossed the line with her. Never did I think that we would get this close, considering that she's "in love" with my brother. I should've known when I made the move last night that things would never be the same, I shouldn't have stayed as long as I did, and I can't believe I'm saying this, but I shouldn't have given it to her the way that I did.

I called up Erik and asked him to meet me at my gym. Twenty minutes later, Erik arrives and we sit down in my office. "So what's up bro?" Erik says taking a seat. I wiped my face and sighed. "I don't know if I can do this shit anymore" I say shaking my head. "What do you mean? What happened?" Erik asks. "You and Hazel need to talk this shit out. I can't be in the middle like this, she's starting to question the fuck out of me" I said looking down. Erik chuckled, "She doing you how she doing me huh?" Erik asked arrogantly. I rolled my eyes, "Had I not fucked, I wouldn't be in this shit!" I barked. Erik squared his eyes at me, as if he didn't expect my admission. "Damn, she really let you have it huh? She probably was thinking of me the whole time" Erik said in a cocky tone. "I'm not about to go back and forth with you about what she felt, but all I know is she didn't want ya boy to leave this morning & that's facts" I said shrugging my shoulders.

Erik seemed uncomfortable and looked away from me. "So what you call me here for?" Erik asked rudely. "Look E, you and Hazel need to squash this shit. I'm missing out on money because of you!" I said. "We had a deal! If you kept Hazel at bay and give her what I couldn't, whatever money I make off these appointments, I'd give you that. So what's the problem?" Erik asked.

My brother always had an ego problem, he knew his ability to service women was impeccable, but before I put him on; I had a high clientele. "You get to fuck other women every night, and I have to watch my back if I'm not with Hazel! Come on bro! I'm not with this shit. And how do I know if you out here keeping your word? I had at least 4 women a day" I replied. "So you counting my pockets now? I told you I got you. I just can't do this shit with Hazel right now, she's too much and you know it. I got love for her but what she wants from me, I'm not ready to give her that; I'm definitely not about to give up what I got going on" Erik says running his hands through this dreads. "What makes you think I want to give this shit up either?! I can't run this gym without clients! I can't make any money if I'm caught out in the streets with her!" I said angrily.

Erik rolled his eyes. "Bro, I got you! I told you from day one ever since you put me on that we'd make more money together since we twins. And look what happened, you got your business and I'm still enjoying the fruits of my labor. Nobody can tell the difference between us but Hazel. You really think you gone lose clients if you're seen with her? If anything they'll just think that I cut my hair" Erik said in a chill tone.

My brother really is an ass at times, he doesn't think before he speaks. "Chill with the funny shit. You fucking up my money. How do I know you're not with any of my clients?" I questioned. "What does it matter? You making your money, and I'm fucking them!" Erik responded sharply. I grabbed the bridge of my nose, "She caught me with Jade this morning, and you know we were all together at the lounge last night" I admitted.

"And! Just because you fucked her this morning, and came back and hit Jade what's the problem? I've hit all of Hazel's friends and she doesn't seem to mind it!" Erik said nonchalantly. "This is different E, she was hurt. I ain't one to get caught, but I stayed longer than planned last night and I shouldn't have. I only got 3 hours of sleep, if that!" I admitted. "You should've just cancelled that shit with Jade and stayed with Hazel; that would've avoided this entire conversation right there!" Erik said. I hit my fist on the desk out of frustration. "You always think shit is a joke Erik. I'm not tryna get hurt over yo dumb ass. Either you tell this girl that we're involved an escort business, or I will" I demanded.

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7-wonders · 4 years

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Bad Apple

Summary: Just when it seems as if Michael’s getting everything he’s ever wanted, it becomes too good to be true.

Word Count: 3558

A/N: You see what I did with the title? Eh? Eh? Welcome to the newest chapter of Mad Love! Buckle up friends, this is going to be a wild one. Seriously though, I’m not sure how I feel about this chapter or if I crammed too much in, so actual constructive feedback would be appreciated. If you enjoyed, I would love if you left a like, comment, or reblog. There is a content warning for sexual situations under possible dubcon conditions, but I promise it will be okay. Happy reading!

Michael senses you before he sees you. He’s thankful for this certain gift of his, not able to take his attention away from the dull conversation between two contentious world leaders. You were gone just long enough to start making him worry that something bad had happened to you; with the witches still determined to destroy him, anything that Michael holds dear is now in danger. You slide into the chair next to Michael, gripping his hand as he finishes discussing the logistics of various nuclear arsenals located around the world. The tight hold that you have on him makes Michael wonder if something scared you when you were getting some air, and he makes a mental note to ask Ms. Mead to check the security feeds to ensure that nobody or nothing gave you a hard time when you were alone.

“Finally,” you mutter into Michael’s ear when the impromptu meeting is concluded, “I thought they’d never leave.”

He stiffens when you kiss his jawline, making your way down his face until you reach his lips. “(Y/N), are you okay?”

“Of course I’m okay. Is it so bad for me to kiss you every once in a while?”

“Well no, but you’ve made--”

“I could stop, if you don’t like it,” you tease, eyes twinkling with mischief.

“It’s not that I don’t like it, I’m just surprised you’ve changed your mind.” You shrug in response, laying one more kiss on him before settling back in your chair and lifting your glass up to your smirking lips.

The remainder of the event passes by dreadfully slow, with the only entertainment the chaste touches Michael shares with you. He hasn’t kept too watchful of an eye on you, which means you probably had one too many drinks that have made you a giggling, affectionate mess. You haven’t left his side since you returned, something that pleases Michael immensely. This is how it should be, and this is how he hopes it remains.

“Seriously, how much have you had to drink tonight?” Michael asks in the car, smiling as you cuddle into his arms that are wrapped around you.

“I already told you, I only had one!”

“You don’t have to be scared to tell me, (Y/N).”

You smile up at him from where your head is leaning against his chest. “Michael, I promise that I’m telling you the truth. Now just be quiet and hold me.”

“I’m happy to oblige.” Michael closes his eyes, placing his chin on the top of your head. If he could, he would want nothing more than to bottle this moment up so that he can return to it whenever he wishes.

The manor is silent when Michael enters with you, the closing of the door echoing through the foyer that you had descended into mere hours prior. It almost feels like you’re in an extended dream state, every sense seeming warm and fuzzy ever since...since...well, you can’t remember what since, but you know that this feeling is associated with Michael, and that makes you want to bask in this feeling forever. Michael’s smile shines brightly, reminding you--as if you could ever forget--of just how much you love him. It feels as if your heart is beating solely for Michael, every blue-eyed glance he sends your way sets your heart thumping wildly.

Thump-thump. Thump-thump. Thump-thump.

Mi-chael. Mi-chael. Mi-chael.

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Michael says, stirring you out of your reverie.

He leads you up the winding staircase and down the hall to your bedroom, the door opening to reveal the twinkling fairy lights that you strung up when you first moved in. Standing back from Michael, you slowly close the door behind both of you. He turns around to check on you, but you meet him with a kiss before allowing him the opportunity to question you.

“What are you doing?” Michael mutters against your lips, weaving an arm around your waist and pulling you closer to him.

“Kissing you.” Michael bites your bottom lip, making you gasp.

“And doing it very well, I might add.” You lean your forehead against his, shoulders heaving as you catch your breath.

“Michael, I want you.” You walk with Michael back towards the bed, falling onto the soft mattress.

“Oh,” he breathes, almost not believing what he’s heard. “Are you sure?”

“I can’t keep up the charade of not wanting you anymore.” Michael’s large hand goes to the strap of your dress, sliding it down your arm so that he can caress your bare shoulder.

“Promise me that you’re sober,” he pleads earnestly. “I will not take advantage of you if you’re not.”

“I’ve already told you that I barely had anything to drink tonight.” You push stray strands of golden hair out of Michael’s face, gazing up at him. “Please.”

Michael kisses you hungrily, hands roving up and down the planes of your body. Your head falls back against the pillows as you let out a quiet hum at the feeling of his full lips against your skin. It’s wonderful, like everything you’ve ever dreamt it would be. Michael sits up with you, unzipping your dress and letting it pool around your waist. Michael skillfully unclasps your strapless bra, hands cupping your breasts roughly as you quickly fumble through unbuttoning his shirt. He nearly throws you back against the pillows once more, and you cry out in anticipation.

“I love you!” you gasp, eyes screwed shut as he tweaks one of your nipples between his fingers.

Michael stills, sitting back on the heels of his feet in shock. “W-what?”

“I love you, Michael,” you say earnestly. “I’m sorry for being so stubborn and rejecting you. I was just scared. I love you, and I need you more than I’ve ever needed anyone or anything.

“If I was dying of thirst in a desert and had to pick between a deep pool of water or a mirage of you, I’d pick my hallucination. You’ve loved me endlessly and faithfully since the day we were married. I’ve failed as your wife in the past, but I won’t anymore because I love you, and I’m not afraid to admit it now.”

Michael stares at you in disbelief, his hand almost shaking as he presses it against your cheek. You lean into his touch, kissing the palm of his hand and looking at him with the same sleepy eyes as before.

He pauses when he looks at your eyes, staring into them with suspicion. This entire night has seemed too good to be true, and he’s starting to worry that he’s right.

“(Y/N),” Michael says cautiously, “tell me what you did when you left to go and get some fresh air.”

You groan. “Seriously?”

“Please, my love.”

“Fine,” you agree begrudgingly. “I...went to go and sit on a bench, because it was too cold to actually go outside. I was checking my phone when a waitress came up to me, and then--”

Michael stares at you as you furrow your eyebrows in concentration. “And then what?”

“I--I can’t remember. She gave me something, maybe a drink?” You rub your forehead, fighting off a sudden headache. “I think it was a cocktail. And then, the next thing I remember is sitting back down next to you.”

“And that was the only drink you had today?”

You nod. “It was pretty good, actually. It tasted like apples and cinnamon.”

Michael’s never been on a roller coaster before, but the oft-repeated simile of your heart and stomach dropping dramatically right before the roller coaster drops as well is one he thinks could apply to how he feels right now. His face pales, the smile he had previously been sporting falling to a frown. Apples. How could he have been so stupid as to let you be on your own mere weeks after Satan had attempted to “clear” your mind?

Now, he’s faced with a decision that he hoped he wouldn’t have to encounter again. The drink, his father’s work, has done what was promised. You love him unconditionally, and isn’t that all that he’s wanted since he first laid eyes on you? But he knows this isn’t you talking, not really. It may be your voice, but this is not you.

He stands from the bed, buttoning his shirt back up. You look up at him in confusion, crawling towards him as he looks away from you.

“Put your clothes back on, (Y/N),” Michael mutters.

“What? Michael, what’s wrong?”

“My father is what’s wrong.”

Mild disgust crosses your face. “I mean, while I’m certainly thankful that your father created us for each other, I don’t see why you’re thinking about him when we’re about to have sex for the first time.”

“That’s the problem!” Michael exclaims, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “(Y/N) wouldn’t say nice things about Satan.”

“I’m confused, am I suddenly not myself?” You don’t bother to put your bra back on, but you do slide the straps of your dress over your shoulders once more.

“Say something mean about me,” Michael demands. “If you’re not under the influence of Satan, give me a snide remark about how I always look like I’m going to a Renaissance Faire or something similar.”

You stare at him for a long moment. “I--I can’t, I wouldn’t.”

“Yes, you would! And you do! Yesterday you said that I act like someone is holding me hostage whenever we go out in public and then proceeded to tell me to blink once if I was being threatened.”

You grab Michael’s hand, trying to get him to look at you. “And I shouldn’t have said that to you, it was rude and uncalled for.”

“See,” Michael finally turns around, “that’s how I know you’re under Satan’s influence. You show your affection by sarcastic comments, and you would have appreciated your so-called ‘genius’ with that particular jab.”

“It was the only way I knew how to deal with my feelings! But I’m over that now, because I--”

“Don’t say it,” Michael commands sharply. He sits next to you with a heavy sigh, defeatedly allowing you to move his arm around your body. “I’m sorry, (Y/N). I’m so, so sorry.”

You smile sadly. “You have nothing to apologize for.”

“It’s all my fault,” he mutters to himself. “I...I don’t know what to do, I don’t know how to fix this.”

“How to fix what?”

“How to undo this magic.”

You’re not sure what he’s talking about, but you can’t bare to see him so distraught. “Well, you’re always talking about the witches. Maybe they could help?”

“No.” Michael shakes his head. “No matter how much trouble we’re in, I could never ask the witches. They would kill me.”

“Surely there’s other people who use magic?” Michael nods slowly, lost in thought as he tries to think of a solution.

“Give me one second.” He reaches for his phone, unlocking it and searching for a number. You watch as he holds the phone to his ear and waits for the person on the other end to pick up, admiring the way his hair is perfectly, effortlessly curled.

“Dinah, thank you for picking up. I know I promised that I was only going to need a single favor from you, but I need your help again.” He pauses, listening intently. “I understand, and we can negotiate compensation for you upon completing what I ask of you.”

“Who are you talking to?” you whisper, but he ignores you.

“I’ll send you the address, can you be here within twenty minutes? Yes, okay.” Michael pulls the phone away from his face and hangs up.

“Is everything okay?”

Michael smiles, running a hand through your hair. “It will be. An acquaintance of mine will be coming over in a few minutes; why don’t you go and put on some non-formal clothes before she arrives?”

“Will you help me get undressed?” You bat your eyelashes at him in an obvious attempt to pick up where he left off.

“No, (Y/N). You’re perfectly capable of changing your own clothes.” You stand up, shrugging.

“Oh well, it was worth a try.” Michael allows you to kiss him, his head only falling into his hands after you leave.

Exactly twenty minutes later, the doorbell rings. The emerald green dress has been replaced by a pair of sweatpants and an old t-shirt from high school. Michael’s version of “dressed down” is wearing a soft long-sleeved black shirt and forgoing the Gucci belt he was wearing, but that’s expected.

Michael opens the door, revealing a shorter woman with a colorful head scarf tied around her styled afro. She smiles thinly at him, setting a large bag down on the floor.

“Michael,” she greets, holding a hand out for him to shake.

“Dinah.” It’s when Michael says her name that it finally clicks for you.

“Holy shit, you’re Dinah Stevens!” She smiles bashfully, but you can tell that she loves the notoriety.

“In the flesh.”

“Michael, your colleague is a talk show host?” you ask in confusion, Dinah clicking her tongue in disdain.

“I’m also the voodoo queen of New Orleans, thank you very much.”

“Did you have a chance to read the information I sent you?” Michael questions, done with pleasantries.

“Yes, baby Satan.”

You tilt your head in confusion. “What information?”

“Nothing for you to worry about, sweetheart.” Dinah looks at you.

“You don’t get to decide that for her,” Michael says through gritted teeth. “(Y/N), it seems that my father may be influencing your mind. Dinah’s here to help us.” You nod, but you feel like you’re not as concerned as you should be. After all, you’re with Michael, and nothing can harm you when you’re with Michael.

“Mind if I ask you a few questions?” Dinah steers the conversation back to the reason why she’s here in the first place.

You shrug. “Yeah, fire away.”

“Let’s continue this conversation in my office,” Michael gestures upstairs, leading your small trio to the spacious office on the second floor. Dinah takes a seat in front of the desk, with you sitting in a chair next to her as Michael sits behind the desk.

“(Y/N), do you remember what the waitress said to you when she handed you the drink?” Dinah begins her questioning once everybody’s seated.

“Uh, she had told me that it was the house special and that it was the last one she had. I figured one drink wouldn’t be too bad, especially since I was nervous, so I took it.”

“Mhm, and do you remember Michael’s followers kidnapping you and forcing you to marry him?” Michael winces at the reminder: although Dinah had warned him that she was going to be blunt in an attempt to see just how much Satan’s spell covered, it still stings.

“Well yes, but it was really the only way. I mean, can you imagine me doing that willingly? It had to happen the way that it did.”

“Okay. What happened after you drank the cocktail?”

The same pained expression as before appears on your face as you try to think. “I don’t know. Everytime I try to remember, my head just hurts really bad.”

Dinah chews her bottom lip, thinking. “Gimme your hands.”

You look at Michael in concern, but he nods that it’s okay to do so. When Dinah does grab your hands, her eyes go wide. The dark brown of her iris is replaced by an electric blue, and though it looks like she’s staring at you, you can tell that she’s staring right through you. After a couple of minutes, she lets go of your hands with a gasp, panting at the exertion.

“So?” Michael asks eagerly, barely letting Dinah regain her bearings. “Can the spell be reversed?”

“Ah ah ah!” Dinah chides, wagging a finger at Michael. “I believe you mentioned something about a payment?”

Michael huffs. “Fucking voodoo queens, you’re all the same.” She raises her eyebrows in response; challenging him. “Name your price.”

“I want Marie Laveau’s old territory, in the heart of the French Quarter,” Dinah demands with hardly a moment’s hesitation.

“You know Papa Legba does not take too kindly to me broaching his domains.”

“Nobody said that you had to step foot in New Orleans.”

The two powerful beings stare each other down, both daring the other to relent. Finally, Michael sighs. “Consider it done.”

Dinah’s chin raises victoriously. “What do you have in terms of potion ingredients?”

“Say the word, and it will be at your disposal.”

The voodoo queen waits for Michael to produce a cauldron-like bucket, pulling a weathered book out of her bag once he’s set the large bowl on the ground. “Let’s get to work.”

Michael and Dinah work in tandem, the voodoo queen (she had reprimanded you for referring to her as a witch) calling out different ingredients and the Antichrist conjuring them for her. Some, like anise and lavender, are commonly found in nature and thus familiar to you. Others, such as wormwood and twice-blessed water, you had believed to be purely used in fiction. You’re fine with watching the two figure this out on their own, knowing that you’re nowhere near useful in this particular situation.

“Are you sure it’s safe for me to drink something that contains human blood?” Your nose crinkles in disgust as Michael slices his hand open, the blood dripping into the boiling mixture.

“Safer than you drinking a cocktail made specially by Satan,” Dinah quips, gesturing for Michael to stand back as she starts to chant.

You don’t know what language she’s speaking in, but you do catch the name “Papa Legba,” the man (demon? You’re not sure) that Michael had referenced earlier, repeatedly. Dinah comes to a stop just as quickly as she started, stirring the mixture once more before nodding.

“It’s done,” Dinah says. “The reversal of the darkest kind of magic will be painful, more painful than what I believe the original effect of that magic was on (Y/N). I’ve mixed a sleeping draught in; hopefully, this means that she’ll feel minimal pain.”

Dinah pours the potion into a glass and hands it to Michael, who looks at the dark purple liquid apprehensively. “And you’re sure this will work?”

“You’re really going to question my skills now?” Dinah raises an eyebrow, and Michael shakes his head meekly. “That’s what I thought. Call me if something bad happens, or if nothing happens. I’ll expect payment by Monday.”

“Thank you, Dinah. Truly, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.” She chooses not to respond, instead gathering her belongings and moving past Michael and out the door.

“A woman of few words,” you remark, drifting towards Michael. “You’re gonna make me drink that, aren’t you? Even though I don’t want to? Even though we both have everything we’ve ever wanted now?”

Michael closes his eyes tightly, gathering his nerve before taking your hand and walking with you to your bedroom. He’s never really felt much empathy for the first humans to walk the Earth. Adam and Eve were weak, and easily susceptible to sin. They knew the consequences, yet accepted the apple anyways. Michael thrives off of sinners, and had previously seen their decision to give in as easy. Now, however, tempted with his heart’s desires standing right in front of him, he understands why they were torn in two when deciding whether to give in or resist.

“I’m doing this because I love you, (Y/N). On your own time, and in your own way, maybe one day I’ll be lucky enough to be loved by you in the same way. But not like this. I’m sorry that this had to happen to you, and that I dragged you into my fucked up, mess of a life. You deserve better than what I can give you.”

“You give me what you’re capable of, and that’s enough for me.” Your head is killing you, screaming to fight back and refuse to take the potion that the voodoo queen concocted, but you push through for Michael. Which version of you is pushing through, the you that’s under the influence of Satan or the you that Michael loves, you’re not quite sure.

Michael helps you into your bed, making sure that you’re completely comfortable before perching on the edge of the mattress. “I’ll be right here the entire time, I promise. You won’t go through this alone.”

“I love you, Michael,” you say earnestly, taking the glass that he hands you as he smiles forlornly.

“I know you do. It may be a different form, but I know. Now, drink up.” He watches as you lift the glass to your mouth, your muscles tensing as you fight Satan’s influence to do as Michael says (something that Michael takes a small amount of pride in).

At first, nothing happens. You feel the exact same as you have, albeit a little wary as you wait for something to happen. Michael’s confused as well, but he still has a reassuring smile on his face to keep you from freaking out. You both wait until a sharp pain in your chest makes you gasp loudly, the last thing you feel before going under.

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Oof! Okay 😅

1. When did you lose your virginity?

When I was 18

2. Rough sex or soft sex?

Definitely rough sex 💁🏻‍♀️

3. Do you have any unusual kinks/fetishes?

I don’t actually think I do tbh

4. Weirdest place you’ve had sex?

Probably up a mountain road in the car, it was super foggy and creepy

5. Favourite sex position?

Probably doggy or cowgirl 🤠

6. Do you like to be dominant or submissive?

90% of the time submissive but I don’t mind trying to switch it up sometimes

7. Have you ever had any one night stands?

Can’t say that I have nope

8. Sex on the bed, couch or the floor?

Bed for sure, like I don’t mind spontaneous places sometimes but ya gal likes to be comfortable!

9. Have you ever had sex in a public place?

Yaaasssss 😈

10. Have you ever been caught masturbating?

Nope

11. What does your favourite sexy underwear look like?

Black, lace, mostly see through, quite plain tbh but still looks nice

12. How often do you have sex?

Usually most days/nights but when I’m on night shift, not so much cause all I do is sleep 😂

13. Is there anybody right now you’d like to have sex with?

Always wanna have sex with my fiancé 😏

14. Do you prefer giving or receiving oral sex?

I’m a people pleaser so I love giving oral sex but honestly my man is that good it’s a tough decision 🤤

15. Most embarrassing thing that’s ever happened to you during sex?

Not sure anything overly embarrassing has happened -during- sex but I have had someone else’s parents walk in right after while we were still naked

16. A song you’d listen to during hard/rough/kinky sex?

Putting it out there that I’ve never actually had music on when I’ve had sex like what are people’s thoughts on that? I feel like I’d be too focused on the song and just start singing along 😂

17. A song you’d listen to during soft/slow/passionate sex?

^^^

18. Are you into dressing up for sex?

For sure!

19. Would you prefer sex in the bath or in the shower?

Definitely the shower, my other half is 6ft 3 so the bath really would not work for us 😅

20. If you could have sex with anyone right now who would it be?

Well I’m rewatching Supernatural for the millionth time so I’ll say Jensen Ackles 😂

21. Have you ever had a threesome? If not, would you?

I never have and I don’t think I’d be into it tbh I’m waaay to jealous and would not like to share

22. Do you/would you use sex toys?

I actually haven’t, I know people who have and they seem to love them so I don’t know if I’m missing out?

23. Have you ever sent someone a dirty text/picture?

Definitely! For the first year or so of my relationship we lived in different countries so it was kind of necessary

24. Would you have sex with your best friend?

I love my best friend and they’re hella attractive but I would never want to ruin it and lose them for any reason so probs not ❤️

25. Is there anything you do after sex? (For example, smoke, eat, drink?)

Uaully get a drink, sometimes it can be a couple of hours 😂

26. Something that will never fail to get you horny?

Back massages! My partner straddles my bum and he always gets horny and then I do too

27. Early morning sex or late night sex?

Any time of day sex!!!

28. Favourite body part on the opposite sex?

That cute lil butt!

29. Favourite part on the same sex?

Also butt!!!!

30. Something that you’ve hidden in your room that you don’t want anyone to find?

I’ve hidden weed and edibles in my room cause although my fiancé is cool with me smoking etc he just doesn’t want it in our house (it’s not legal where we live)

31. Weirdest sexual act someone has performed [or tried to perform] on/with you?

I can’t think of anything I’ve found really weird or like out of the blue tbh

32. Have you ever tasted yourself? [if no would you?] [if yes, what did you think]

I have off my partners fingers, can’t say I’d order it at a restaurant like...don’t really know an appropriate response 😂

33. Is it ever okay to not use a condom?

I mean if you’re both tested and know you’re safe then I suppose but if you’re with someone new then I think it’s definitely safest to use condoms. We don’t, we’ve been together for 4 years and I take the pill but each to their own I suppose 💁🏻‍♀️

34. A food that you would like to use during a sexual experience?

Have used whipped cream before but it just ended in a sticky horrible mess so I’m not a big fan tbh

35. Worst possible time to get horny?

At a family gathering

36. Do you like it when your sexual partner moans?

Definitely! 🤤

37. How much fapping is too much fapping?

You can never have too much fapping 😂

38. Best sexual compliment you ever got?

My partner compliments me so much during sex so I don’t really know what to pick

39. Favourite foreplay activities?

Back massages, making out, neck kisses

40. What do you wear to bed?

Most of the time just a big tshirt but sometimes nothing

41. When was the first time you masturbated

I’m not really sure, I’ll say maybe when I was 15?

42. Do you have any nude/masturbating pictures/videos of yourself?

Yup

43. Have you ever/when was the last time you had sex outside?

Yeah maybe like a year ago?

44. Have/would you ever have sex in public?

Yaaaaas

45. Have/would you ever have a threesome?

Same question as Q21 ^

46. What is one random object you’ve used to masturbate?

Hmm maybe just a bunched up blanket? Can’t really think of anything else

47. Do you watch gay/lesbian porn? Why/why not?

I don’t really watch a lot of porn but I have watched both gay and lesbian, I find males, females, trans and non binary people attractive so why not?

48. Do you like oral sex?

Love it!

49. How do you feel about tattoos on someone you’re insterested in?

Love tattoos!

50. How would you feel about taking someone’s virginity?

Totally fine I suppose 💁🏻‍♀️

51. Is there any food you would NOT recommend using during a sexual encounter?

Whipped cream ^^^

52. Would you rather be a pornstar or a prostitute?

I think probably a prostitute

53. Do you watch porn?

Not that often

54. Have you ever been called a freak? Why?

I mean probably at some point in my life, I’m into weird movies and tv shows and my personality is a bit wacky. But not sexually

55. Do you feel comfortable going “commando”?

Definitely, I do most days juts lounging around the house 😂

56. Would you have a problem going down on someone if they hadn’t shaved their pubic hair?

Not at all, if they want to be au naturel that’s their choice and I have no problem with it

57. If you could give yourself head, would you?

Sounds like too much work to me, would rather just lie back and enjoy it being done by someone else

58. Booty or boobs?

Booty for sure!

59. Have you ever cheated on someone? (Why?)

I have not

60. If you were the other sex for a day, what are five things you would do?

Fuck someone, walk around outside with my shirt off, fuck someone, helicopter dick and fuck someone 😂

61. Have you ever watched someone masturbate

Yup

62. Has anyone ever watched you masturbate

Yup

63. Have you ever had an erection and someone noticed?

I have a vagina so nope

64. What is your method of masturbation? (ie toys, clitoral, prostate?)

Mostly clitoral with some penatrative thrown in

65. What is your bra/penis size?

36G (•Y•)

66. What is the strangest thing you’ve ever put up your vagina/anus

Nothing strange or exciting, just dick

67. When was the last time you masturbated?

A few days ago

68. When was the last time you had sex?

Earlier today

69. When was the last time you watched porn?

A few weeks ago maybe?

70. Have you ever bought a sex toy? If so, which one did you buy last? First sex toy? If not, which one do you plan on buying when you do?

I don’t have any and have never used any but I suppose if I ever did I’d start with a clit vibrator

71. Guys: circumcised?

Not sure if this question is asking is my penis circumcised or if I prefer a guy to be circumcised? I don’t have a penis but I’ve been with both and definitely would say I prefer circumcised. Think I got lucky with my fiancé cause I don’t think it’s that common where we live

72. Which non-genital part of your body do you like being touched?

Back

73. Which genital part of your body do you like being touched?

I mean, like all of them? 😂💁🏻‍♀️

74. Girls: are you able to achieve orgasm just through breast stimulation?

Definitely 😅😩🤤

75. Have you anonymously sent a sexual ask to someone on tumblr?

I haven’t, up until like two weeks ago I didn’t even know how to ask anonymously on here, my bestie had to explain it to me even tho I’ve had this account for years 😂

76. When was the last time you had a wet dream?

Honestly not even sure if I’ve had one!

77. Which wet dream was your favourite?

^^^

78. Is there a friend you would willing have sex with?

I have like 2 friends total 😂 but like I said before, although they are attractive and I love them probably not because I wouldn’t want to ruin things plus I’m happy with my fiancé

79. Is there a celebrity/character you would willingly have sex with?

I know it’s hella weird but I’ve always had a thing for Jack Nicholson 😂 I would just to say I had

80. Favourite sexual position?

Same as a previous question ^^^

81. Do you like being called a slut or whore in bed?

Definitely, especially while he’s choking me

82. Are you into any BDSM

Probably only light BDSM but I’d try most things once

83. Have you ever wanted to have sex with someone but knew you couldn’t for any reason? Why?

I don’t think so

84. So you like dirty talk

Feel like it’s a must 💁🏻‍♀️😈

85. Are you loud/quiet during sex? Masturbation?

I’d say quite loud yeah 😅

86. Have you ever been interrupted during sex/masturbation? Who/what?

Yeah, my other half came to visit me at uni and my house mate was banging on the door asking me to come help her take her high heels off cause she was drunk and couldn’t work the straps 🙄

87. What kind of porn do you like to watch?

Don’t watch a lot but I don’t really have anything I watch most, just normal stuff I suppose?

88. Have you ever confessed to someone that you got an erection over them? What about masturbated to them?

Probably just my fiancé

89. Have you ever masturbated because your sexual partner wasn’t there when you needed them?

Definitely, lived in different countries for a year, what else was I supposed to do? 😂

90. Have you ever had a one night stand? Do you still keep in contact with them?

Same as a previous question ^^^

91. Have you ever had a friend with benefits? Are they still beneficial?

Not sure they were even beneficial to begin wit tbh 🙄

Thanks so much for the ask, nobody ever sends asks so I suppose doing them all isn’t a bad thing 😂

#thanks for the ask!#ask me anything #ask me stuff #send me asks #anons wanted #send me anons #anons welcome #naughty #anons open

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ohblackdiamond · 4 years

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little t&a (paul/gene, nc-17) (part 10 of 29)

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 20 part 21 part 22 part 23 part 24 part 25 part 26 part 27 part 28 part 29

Four weeks before KISS gets back on tour, Gene discovers that Paul’s been cursed by a groupie. For the sake of KISS’ finances, Paul’s comfort levels, and Gene’s libido, this crisis must be resolved. Sexswap fic. In this chapter: More shopping, more problems, and Ace and Peter enact their plan.

The call to Steve Rubell (or rather, his secretary—Steve, apparently, didn't get up any earlier than two in the afternoon) wasn't the only one Gene made that morning. At Paul's urging, Gene called to have clothes sent over from his house, and a handful of standard accessories. He felt a little bare wearing only his skull ring. Paul kept attempting to advise him as he tried to piece together an image- and Studio 54-suitable outfit from memory of what was in his closets. In the end he just settled on an outfit comprised almost entirely out of black leather. A vague step up from his CBGB outfit, at least.

"You think I should go to another boutique?" Paul asked as soon as he'd hung up. He'd changed into jeans and a low-cut, frilly purple blouse, more of yesterday's purchases. He kept fiddling with the floppy bow in the front, untying and retying it as he spoke, moving it to the side, then the middle. Sitting beside him on the edge of the bed, he looked like a nervous kid, tapping one bare foot against the floor.

"Not unless you want to."

"I dunno. Nothing I have is going to pass muster."

"Didn't you buy a dress?"

Paul grimaced.

"It wasn't anything special. Do you know how many people they don't let in to Studio 54, just because of the outfit?"

"Paul, you know we'll get in."

"Yeah, we'll get in, but the press is out there every night. There's gonna be pictures, Gene."

Gene hesitated. Except for when they'd found Carol's old apartment, Paul's mood seemed to improve, at least a little, whenever they'd ventured out. He hadn't seemed to mind getting clothes that much—sure, he'd taken forever about it, but that wasn't abnormal—and he hadn't picked out sackcloth and ashes for himself, either. Minus the bow, the blouse was something Paul probably would've worn in his regular body, even, except Gene would've been greeted with a hell of a lot of chest hair instead of cleavage.

"I think what you've got on is probably fine."

"You haven't been over there. It's picky as hell."

"We're in KISS, we'll get in."

"I don't want to just get in! I—" Paul shook his head. "God, you don't understand."

"What's there to understand?"

"There's getting in and then there's looking good, Gene. Looking like you belong."

Gene tilted his head.

"Do you really want to belong at Studio 54?" Gene had heard, from admittedly irreputable sources, that Rubell would hand out coke at the VIP entrance like it was balloons at the carnival. The basement was supposed to hold nothing but orgies. Yeah, Paul liked to dance, and he liked to rub elbows with people outside of KISS' questionable echelon, but he wasn't a drug addict, and he wasn't a heavy sex fiend. Two things that were practically prerequisites for that place.

"I wanna belong somewhere," Paul said abruptly, and then shook his head, as though he hadn't really realized he was speaking out loud. "I—what I mean is, I don't wanna come off like I'm some chick you yanked off the front row 'cause she showed you her tits."

"You don't come that cheap, Paul."

"Oh, shut up. You get it, right? You get it."

Gene kind of got it. The closest he could come was envisioning going onstage without the makeup. The one protective shield between fantasy and reality. A funhouse mirror it'd be suicide to step away from. It wasn't that they were shittier musicians without a bunch of paint and leather on, any more than Clark Kent stopped being faster than a speeding bullet once he put on his glasses—but it ruined the magic. Flattened the ego.

He'd known Paul long enough to realize Paul's ego had been flattened since he'd started grammar school, if not before. Album sales and Billboard climbing never seemed to boost it for long. Being stuck in the wrong body for a week had to have killed whatever was left.

"If you wanna get another outfit, then we'll get you another outfit."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

Three hours later, Paul had another outfit. Gene had half-hoped Paul would let him into the dressing room—why the hell he'd hoped that when Paul kept changing clothes in the bathroom even at home, he didn't know, but he was still disappointed. Paul had stopped at a slightly more upscale place than yesterday, to Gene's distress, and sorted through the dresses with an almost disturbing intenseness. In the end, he'd only picked out a flowy, light blue one that probably hung to about mid-calf (Paul hadn't let him see it on), with draped short sleeves, another bra, and another pair of heels. He hadn't gotten any accessories to go along with it.

But what surprised Gene was that he didn't immediately head for the checkout counter. Instead, he kept lingering in the lingerie and nightwear section. Gene would have tried not to comment, except he'd had nothing to do but follow Paul around the boutique like the beleaguered boyfriend he wasn't.

"Do you want a nightie?" He picked a gauzy, lacey pink number off the rack. Paul's face contorted.

"That's a teddy."

"A what?"

"A teddy. It snaps up at the crotch. See?" Paul pointed. Gene was more distracted by the garters dangling off the sides, flicking at them.

"I thought they were all nighties."

Paul shook his head. He took a short lavender babydoll-style nightgown off the rack, running a hand down the silky material, mouth pursed like he was actually considering it.

"Do you like this stuff?"

"Me?" Gene looked up, evasively, from where he'd been tugging at the garters. Too loaded a question for a completely honest response. "I like what's underneath it."

Paul bit his lip and hung the lingerie back up.

"You wanna get it?" Not that Gene was against it, but Paul had seemed like he was dead-set on wearing t-shirts and boxers to bed for the entire duration of the curse, or at least as long as Gene shared a bed with him. Last night couldn't have made that much of an impression on him. "Go ahead, if you want."

"I owe you over a hundred bucks as it is."

"Pay me back with a peepshow."

"Oh, screw you." But he picked the nightgown up again anyway. "It's just insurance."

"Insurance for what?"

"For you sticking around in case we don't find Carol tonight."

"You don't need insurance for that. I'm not going anywhere." Gene reached over, tugging at a lock of Paul's hair on impulse. "Not that I'm talking you out of it."

Paul snorted and pushed his hand away, but he was smiling. Just a little. It shouldn't have been distracting—it shouldn't have been more distracting than the thought of Paul as he was right now, in nothing but a short, spaghetti-strap nightgown—but in an odd way, it was. Paul wasn't much of a crier, and he wasn't much of a smiler, not even for magazines and interviews. But when he did, it gave a warm, almost sweet cast to his features. Gene tried to dismiss the thought; he knew he'd been with prettier women, easier, prettier women, but the fact remained. Paul's smile had edged into a less innocent territory in the half-second Gene had spent musing, anyway.

"I knew there had to be some way to keep you from looking at the price tags," he said, handing Gene his whole stack of purchases.

Last night, when Ace had said he had a plan, he had cocaine and booze bubbling around in his strangely-resilient system. When Peter had believed him, he'd been drunk or close to it.

Now, parked in front of Paul's place after over an hour of driving, Peter had to admit Ace's plan would've been great for getting answers—if anyone had actually been there. Unfortunately, that didn't appear to be the case once they got in the driveway.

"His car's gone. I don't think anyone's over." Despite himself, Peter got out of the car. Ace reached for the drink holder, like he'd forgotten he hadn't brought a beer for the road, before he cut off the engine and followed him out. They stepped up to Paul's front porch together, ringing the doorbell and knocking on the door.

The first time Peter had headed over there, the girl had been really quick to open up. Gene, too. Peter let out a frustrated breath, waiting a few more seconds before knocking harder. Nothing. He could see through the glass on the door that a couple of the lights were on in the house, but that didn't mean much. Paul would leave a light on all day, even in his hotel room.

No, nobody was here. The cardboard box resting just by the door proved it. Paul's mail, evidently. Peter picked it up, frowning at the lack of address or postage. Hopefully none of the neighbors had found out who he was and dropped off weird fan crap. He set the box down before turning to Ace.

"Why the hell did I let you talk me into this? It's not getting us anywhere!"

Ace just shrugged.

"He's gotta come home sometime."

"Sometime could be six hours from now! At least I get paid for waiting around on tour!"

"Petey…"

Ace's idle nonchalance was something Peter appreciated most of the time, as stark a contrast as it was to Paul and Gene's control freak tendencies. Ace seemed like he coasted through life, with nothing but alcohol, his Les Paul, and weird stories about aliens propelling him. Peter had let himself get dragged into Ace's weird, wild hairs sometimes, but usually they were at least exciting. Standing in front of Paul's house and hoping he'd show back up was about as thrilling as three KISS board meetings in a row.

"You know what the smart thing would've been, Ace?"

"Calling Paul today? I tried."

"No."

"Calling Bill?"

"No."

"Calling Hilsen?"

"Fuck, no. Calling the cops."

Ace blinked, resting an elbow and a hand against the door as he leaned against it.

"The cops? That's pretty fucking extreme."

"For one of those—I don't know. They come to the house and check on you if your husband's a wife-beater."

Ace tilted his head.

"Social workers? You wanna get a social worker for Paul?"

"No! No, that's not it!"

"I bet they'd find joints in there. No good. It'd be like what's happening to Keith Richards. One big fucking disaster." Ace ran a hand through his hair. Looking at him, Peter wasn't sure if he'd showered after last night. Not that Ace was fantastic about hygiene, but… shit, come to think of it, he'd even missed a few spots shaving. He and Ace both would try and ease into pieces of the tour routine before it swallowed them up. All the annoying shit, like shaving everything. Like getting haircuts (the hair dye was reserved for a couple days before) and wandering around in heels again for awhile, like some bizarre version of a wrestler's training regimen. But Ace looked a bit unkempt. Had Gene's behavior affected Ace that badly? Strange.

"Doubt it. Paul doesn't toke up by himself." Peter groaned. "Y'know what? Forget it. Forget it. If no one shows up in another ten minutes, we're just going home."

"You gotta be patient."

"I've been patient! I've been over twice! You're the one that hasn't done anything until now! You said you had a plan—"

"You ain't gonna like the rest of the plan."

"C'mon, there is no rest of the plan! We're staking out his house and wasting our time, that's all this is!"

Ace shifted from where he was leaning against the door, standing up fully, and dug a hand in his back pocket, pulling out his wallet. Peter watched, expecting him to—what, did he have a key to Paul's?—show him something important, but instead all he did was pull out a credit card and hold it out in front of Peter.

"What's this for?"

"Don't leave home without it. Right, Pete?" Ace laughed a little, then leaned over, wedging the card between the space between the door and the lock. Peter stared.

"Come the fuck on, that's breaking and entering! We can't pull this shit!"

Ace slid the card back out, frowning, and reangled it. He kept talking, as affably as ever, as he pushed it back in, bending the thin plastic as he worked it into the gap.

"We've gotta find out what's going on somehow, right? A P.I. would do the same thing."

"Yeah, but you're not a fucking P.I.!"

"Nope." He seemed like he was making headway. The door was actually starting to yield a bit. Christ. "But if you're right about Gene, he's screwed up everything for everybody."

"You and your ifs. I know I'm right about him! Why do you keep defending—"

"'Cause it's weird, Peter! Gene wouldn't hurt him like that. There's something we're missing!"

Peter opened his mouth to answer, stopped only by the sound of a car pulling up to the driveway. A car he recognized as Paul's. The driver cut off the engine, and as soon as she got out, he recognized her, too—the girl from before. Paul's girl, the one Gene had stolen—and then Gene got out of the passenger's side. Peter jerked at Ace's sleeve, and Ace turned around, not bothering to pull the card out from between the door and the slat, expression as bland and mild as ever at the sight, as the girl scrambled out to the front porch like a bat straight out of hell, shouting something very, very strange.

"You bastards! You're breaking into my fucking house!"

#kiss the band #kiss fanfiction #gene simmons #paul stanley #gene simmons x paul stanley #ace frehley #peter criss

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artistic-writer · 5 years

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Fragments of Home :: CS AU :: E :: Epilogue

Title: Fragments of Home by @artistic-writer

Summary: Emma Swan must return home to her childhood town of Storybrooke when her mother dies and stays in the house left to her and her brother, David Nolan. Emma must juggle a temporary job at the hospital with her loss, something that has made her feel smaller than she ever was. When a tall, dark, handsome stranger comes into her life in the most unexpected way, and she begins to fall in love, will she stay in Storybrooke, or return to her new life back in New York?

Rating: E

Previous: Ch 1 - Ch 2 - Ch 3 - Ch 4 - Ch 5 - Ch 6 - Ch 7 - Ch 8 - Ch 9 - Ch 10 - 11 - 12

Also on: AO3 - FF

A/N: This is it! The end of this story! With special thanks to @kmomof4 for being a kickass beta, @hollyethecurious and @doodlelolly0910for listening to my ramblings and to @darkcolinodonorgasm for being so patient :D Small warning that this chapter talks about miscarriage.

Taglist: @kmomof4 @resident-of-storybrooke@thislassishooked@hollyethecurious @deathbycaptainswan@branlovesouat @delightfully-difficult-pirate @flipperbrain@wordsmith-storyweaver @jennjenn615 @doodlelolly0910 @darkcolinodonorgasm

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Six Months Later

Killian hated conferences, especially when he wasn’t supposed to be the person attending it. The hotel was like every other mass erected, stone monstrosity owned by the Gold Corporation and they were spread all over the city. New York was plagued by Gold and his business endeavours, like a scourge across the city, breaking up people’s lives and homes to build more and more. Gold had his fingers in all sorts of pies, but Killian could see each and every one of the corners that had been cut to line Gold’s pockets.

The lobby was drab and the whole building had been designed to let in as little light as possible. The tiles were black, flecked with tiny shards of some gold leaf that glittered in what little light there was. There was a stonework fountain in the centre of the lobby, the concrete worn smooth by years of people sitting on it or curious hands across its surface. It was not powerful, instead, a slow trickle of water rising up through the centre of the main part, a dagger, and exiting through the top of the handle. The blade looked almost real, and Killian could see that someone on the staff had kept it clean despite the best efforts of the corrosive water.

The noise in the lobby was overpowering. The mixer had been organised by Gold Corp to announce the inception of yet another building, although this time, Killian had to admit it was a much worthier cause. The hospital next door to the hotel was expanding, opening its doors to more people with a huge extension project of its emergency department. It would mean better, faster, more specialised care for every patient that walked through the doors in need. Whilst out of character for a parasite like Gold, Killian had heard rumours that his new wife was the main influence for his sudden and spontaneous growth of a soul. Killian would never have dealt with Gold otherwise.

So many people made Killian nervous. Everyone looked his way as he made his way from the check-in desk, every set of eyes piercing into him from all directions. Ever since Emma had left, Killian had been mostly off-grid. David had signed him up for a short six-month expedition to help design and build orphanages in underdeveloped countries, and it had been single-handedly the best and worst six months of Killian’s life. He couldn’t contact Emma before he left, and the signal was spotty at best under the blazing heat of the African sun, so to say he had little human interaction lately was an understatement. New York was the opposite of isolated.

There was another problem. Emma lived in New York.

Killian could go and represent the company, smile and shake hands with everyone he met with all the charm and charisma he had, but he wasn’t sure what would happen if he ran into Emma. They hadn’t talked since shortly after she had come out of the hospital, sleep taking him before he had known what was happening and the sheets as cold as ice when he awoke the next day. She had left a note.

At first he was angry, not at her but himself, for not realising sooner that she had felt so lost. She had asked for time and he had obliged, naturally, he would have given her anything, but his patience wore thin very quickly. Then he had tried to contact her with no success, each phone call ending with a generic disconnected error message. David was no help either. He simply reminded Killian that if he truly loved Emma, then he would respect her wishes. She would come back, she just needed time. Killian gave her time and tried to respect her wishes, but when he finally couldn’t take it anymore, David had told him to stop chasing someone who didn’t want to get caught. Stop trying to find someone who didn’t want to be found.

And then, David delivered the devastating news that crushed the only hope Killian had left. The baby was gone, how he wasn’t sure because there was no explanation, but it was gone. Oh, and Killian was going overseas for no less than six months to help build a home for unwanted children. Killian’s child had been wanted, and he found a great calmness in creating a home for those unfortunate enough to be unwanted. There wasn’t a day that went by when Killian didn’t think of Emma and what she must be going through, but without a way of contacting her, he just had to live with the knowledge that the most overprotective brother he had ever met would be there for her.

Two nights in the hotel was all Killian had to survive before he could go searching for her. The panels were only a few hours long, one on each day and the interlude between would be the time Killian needed to take advantage of the free wi-fi and look up the elusive Dr. Emma Swan. Maybe he could find a new phone number for her? A work address? Home address?

“You sound like a stalker, Killian.” A chuckle escaped his lips as he swirled the honey coloured rum around in the bottom of the glass in his hand, his fingers hot against the cool of the chilled glass. He threw his head back, emptying the last remnants of his third rum into his stomach with barely a swallow to ease his mind.

The mixer behind him was in full swing, lights dimmed lower as the evening had drawn on, the sound of high heels and fake laughter echoing through the hotel bar. Tomorrow would be the first day of talks, the first day of business, but for now, the bar was free to all VIP guest speakers. Even if he wasn’t talking until day two, Killian was certainly keen to drown out the echoes of grief with a quick flash of his VIP card. And who knows, maybe he could even drown out the day one talks whilst he was at it.

He slipped off his jacket and laid it over the back of his chair. The room had become suddenly hot, musty with the smell of day-old sweat and stale perfume as his peers danced the evening away, and Killian quickly unbuttoned his sleeves and rolled his shirt to his elbows. The bar, its rolled edge capped with brass, was cold against his arms as he leaned forward and waved his laminated VIP card at the barman again with a tight-lipped smile.

After his fifth rum, Killian was sure that his brain was playing tricks on him. Everyone in a cute little cocktail dress looked like her, and everyone with a blurring flash of blonde hair smelled like her, but when the buzzing in his ears cleared enough that he could hear voices again, only one sounded like her. Killian twisted his body on the high, leather-coated bar stool, only for his vision to blur and betray him instantly. He blinked a few times, vision focusing on a blur of red and a flash of yellow he would recognise anywhere.

Emma Swan was here, in the same hotel, and she was gorgeous.

Her hair was longer, set into loose curls that bounced on her shoulders with each shake of her head as she talked into the brand new phone pressed to her ear. Killian could still see the seal of plastic around the edge of the device that had yet to be peeled off, and even slightly tipsy, he could tell it was a new model. None of that mattered once his eyes fell on her body, slightly rounder in places than he recalled but no less delectable, the figure-hugging little red number clinging so tightly to her body he could have sworn she was poured into it.

A long, agonizing stare down her long, perfect legs and he was met with her ankles, delicately strapped into some kitten-heeled red leather shoes that matched her dress. Killian could see the tiny, hand-stitched strap around her ankle had recently been loosened to a new hole and the swell of her ankles was most likely to blame, the strap still digging into her flesh in the name of fashion. Also to note, in the name of fashion, was that she wasn’t wearing a bra, the shape of her breasts and swell of her cleavage adding to Killian’s already inebriated state.

With a panic, he spun back around until he was facing his distorted reflection in the curve of a half emptied spirit bottle hanging in the bars optics. His head was spinning, his eyes struggling to focus on anything, and his hands splayed out, sweaty palms heating the surface beneath them as he took one, two, three deep breaths in an attempt to ground himself to the bar. To anything really. For so long Killian had an idea of what he wanted to say to Emma if they ever saw each other again, but now, as he lifted his head and caught her reflection staring back at him through the optics before him, it all disappeared.

“You’re here,” she said softly, her voice barely audible over the beat of the music. “David said you would be here.”

Killian narrowed his eyes, finally turning to look at her as she planted herself down on the stool next to his. A little shorter, she had to hop up onto the plush material, but when she finally stopped moving, blurry around the edges from his alcohol intake, Killian opened his mouth but no words came out. He was at a loss for words, still not believing what his eyes were seeing. Emma Swan, here, next to him, after six months of dead ends and runarounds, she was real and just how he had remembered her. Perfect.

“Don’t be angry with Dave,” Emma said finally, waving the barman off with a shake of her head when he eagerly approached her. “He only did what I’d asked.”

“I tried to find you,” Killian slurred. The emotion was clear in his voice, as was the shock.

“I know,” Emma soothed, placing her hand over his on the bar surface. “I just-,” she began but Killian silenced her when his other hand landed over the top of hers.

“Emma, are you alright?”

His words were so simple and yet, Emma had no simple answer to his question. She knew it held a million meanings as well as a million more questions about what had happened to her in the last six months, but none of them was easy to answer, especially in a hotel bar during a work conference. She wasn’t even surprised by his compassion, even if he was drunk but more that he even had an ounce of it for her after what she had done. After she had run away from the conflict in her heart rather than face it head-on and accept that she was at peace with what it was trying to steer her towards. Killian.

“Killian, I’m so sorry,” Emma blurted out, pulling her hand from his. “You don’t deserve anything I have to offer as an excuse for how I treated you.” She got up to leave, tears pooling at her eyelids as she hopped off the stool and attempted to navigate her way to the exit, her heart crushing a little bit more in her chest when she felt Killian’s fingers wrap around her wrist.

“Emma, wait,” he pleaded, bumping into someone but ignoring the glare they gave him when she turned around to look at him. “Please, just…” Killian began through ground teeth, his inner self screaming at him to give Emma what she wanted, to let her go and possibly never see her again, whilst his heart told him to keep her in his grasp a little longer. He looked up, their eyes meeting finally, a clash of darkened blue and muted green expressing everything they needed to know about the other at that moment. Holding her gaze he softened his grip on her wrist a little.

Standing still in a room full of merry people, another person bumped into them and Emma was jostled forward and into his arms. Killian wasted no time wrapping his tattooed arms around her, holding her like it was the most familiar thing to him in the entire world and the colour that crept over both their cheeks was almost the same shade as Emma’s dress.

“Come back to my room,” Killian asked on another plea. “Just to talk,” he clarified when Emma gave him a strange, questioning glance.

She nodded, giving him a quick, soft smile as she peeled herself from his body and righted herself back on unsteady feet. Her heels were killing her, and she had only been in them for two hours, the mingling and greeting people who were paid way more than she ever would adding to her ire. Killian offered her his hand, reaching behind himself and pulling his jacket from the bar stool before he did, and she took it, settling her fingers across his palm like a warmth he had missed on a winter's day.

“Just to talk,” Emma agreed and fell into step behind him.

Silence. That was all that was between them as they made their way across the lobby of the hotel and stood at the elevator, waiting for it to reach them. It wasn’t awkward, or uncomfortable, but when Emma had slipped her hand from his as they had come to a halt, Killian tried to ignore his rationale telling him it was a bad omen, an indication of what was to come, when in reality she had just done so to press the call button. His mind swirled, everything about her sending his brain into overdrive, questions forming on the tip of his tongue and threatening to escape, and it didn’t stop when the elevator arrived at the lobby with a chime and they stepped inside.

They were the only ones there, the metal box creaking under their combined weight when he reached over and pressed the number for his floor. The round button lit up and the doors slid closed with a clunk, the elevator dropping a little as it reset its destination and was pulled upwards by the pulley cable hidden above them. There was no music, not even the cheesy instrumental music that sometimes came with elevators, and Killian was thankful because his curiosity got the better of him and without warning, he hit the emergency stop button and the elevator ground to a sudden stop.

“Killian!” Emma screeched, losing her balance and falling hard against the back wall.

“I’m sorry, love,” Killian said sincerely, rushing to her side and catching her before she had time to twist her ankle. He held her up, clutching her elbows and allowing her a few seconds to right her dress until he was sure she was okay and then stepped back out of her space.

Emma looked up at him, and when she brushed her perfectly curled hair out of her face, Killian saw through her exterior, inside, where she kept all of her emotions, her love, hidden away from everyone. Everyone except him. He had always been able to see into her soul, effortlessly scale the walls surrounding her heart, and now that they were no longer in the bar, he could see pain. It had dulled the vibrancy of her eyes, paled her skin to an eerie white and when her eyes clouded with tears, it wasn’t just because she might have hurt herself against the wall.

“Stop,” Emma huffed.

“Stop what, love?” Killian asked softly.

“Stop looking at me like that.” She waved an accusatory hand in his direction. “Like I have answers.”

Killian licked his lips nervously. “Emma, I’m not going to stand here and pretend I don’t have questions because you know I do, but I can’t let you go. Not again.”

“Killian,” Emma breathed, her voice low and cracking in the back of her throat as she looked away. “You’re drunk and a lot has changed in six months.” Her words stung like a wasp, stabbing him in the heart at the sudden realisation she was right. “Holding me in an elevator won’t change any of that.”

“Is there-,” he began with hesitation but to his relief, she shook her head as if reading his mind.

“No one else,” she confirmed gently with a sigh. “That’s not what I meant.”

“Than what did you mean?” Killian frowned.

“Nothing,” Emma mumbled, hiding her face in her hands.

“In my experience, when a woman says ‘nothing’, it is rarely nothing.” Killian moved to lean against his side of the elevator, hands gripping the brass bar, and gave her a small smile when she dropped her hands and looked up at his words. It was a hopeful smile that she had tried to resist once and failed, and it gave her pause.

“Are you happy?” She asked him suddenly.

“Are you?” Killian countered.

“I asked you first,” Emma said defiantly.

Again, Killian licked his bottom lip nervously and began worrying the flesh with his teeth. He let his head roll back until it collided with the wall, bright lights blinding him from the ceiling, a burning sting in the back of his eye that he ignored as he contemplated her question. He knew the answer, and she probably knew the answer, given how vehemently he had tried to find her, but she wanted to hear it, and maybe, in a strange coincidence, so did he. Saying it out loud made it real, justified his feelings, cementing them and putting them out there for her to see.

“No,” he croaked, rolling his head forward again when the light in his eyes became too much. “I’m not. I thought seeing you again would fix me, give me a closure that I know only you can provide, but it’s gone horribly against my favour, and now, with you here, all I have in my mind is more questions than before.” Killian swallowed, catching her eyes as they shifted to his throat and back up to his. “All I want is for you to be happy, it’s all I’ve ever wanted for you, Emma. You know that right?”

She nodded but her head barely moved.

“And you can call me drunk, or whatever you think I have become, but there is one thing I know I most definitely am, and that is lost.” Killian pushed himself off of the wall and the elevator rattled in the shaft, swaying from side to side as he took a step towards her. “I’m lost without you, Emma, each and every day we have been apart, and do you know why?”

She shook her head, eyes darting to his lips and an expectant blush creeping over her neck and chest. Killian took one more step, within reaching distance and her breath caught in her throat.

“I’ve lost the best part of me.” He swallowed and took a breath. “You will always be the best of me, love.”

Killian reached out and with a steady hand, tucked a stray tendril of Emma’s hair behind her ear, a delicately caressed her cheek with his palm. His fingertips brushed her skin and she let her eyes fall closed, her entire body surrendering to the tiniest of touches, her shoulders sagging and her skin itching with anticipation. She thought he would kiss her, expected to feel his lips on hers at any second, but when he didn’t, she opened her eyes with a flutter and felt Killian pull his hand away.

He let his hand linger a little at the side of her face, stroking the apple of her cheek with the pad of his thumb, slightly roughened by the nature of his profession, but no less soothing to her skin. Emma had yearned for his touch since the day she had left, but so many things kept her from seeking him out or allowing him to find her, and before she could contain it, her life had spiralled out of control and all she could do was carry on running.

They were broken, incomplete without the other, and without saying a single word, they both knew it.

“I need to show you something,” Emma said with a slight cough to clear the emotion from her throat. “But not here,” she added, flicking her eyes to the emergency stop button behind him. “My office. Next door, in the hospital.”

The short walk to the hospital next door took more time that Emma would have liked. Obediently, Killian followed her at a respectful two or three paces, her heels clicking against the pavement as she hurried through the cold of the evening. It whipped at her skin, her shoulders now covered by her evening coat, but her legs still open to the elements. It caused all of her skin to burn with instant heat as her hairs stood to attention in an attempt to trap warmth, but her freshly shaven legs were no match for the chill, and so Emma rushed between buildings to avoid it.

They entered via a side door to the emergency department, the safest options considering it had recently become a building site, and still, Killian kept on her heels. They made their way down a narrow hall, obviously halved by the construction, through some free flowing clear tarpaulin hanging from some scaffolding, and then through another door at the end of the hall. The floor was littered with dust and bits of stonework from the renovation and it stuck to Killian’s shoes as the warmth of his feet made the outer leather humid now, attracting the dirt like honey to flies.

“This isn’t the part where you kill me, is it?” he joked as he ducked under another tarp.

“Just taking you the back way,” Emma laughed, motioning him to follow with a wave of her hand as she reached another door. It looked more like how a door in a hospital should, white with a tiny porthole window and a keypad to one side. Emma took her keycard from her purse and swiped it over the scanner on top of the manual keypad, the light turning from red to green and a click signalling the release mechanism for the door. “Come on," Emma coaxed as she pulled the door, holding it ajar for him.

Killian stepped after her and was immediately hit with the warmth of the hospital. Outside had become a lot colder than was usual for this time of year, but he figured it was because they were in New York. The second thing he noticed was the lighting. It was dimmed to almost darkness in both directions except for a nurses station at the one end of the hall, and beyond some double doors in the other direction. Before he had time to ask her where they were, Emma laced her fingers with his and gently tugged him after her down the silent hallway.

“Is this part of the hospital closed for work too?” Killian asked, peaking into darkened rooms as they walked.

“No,” Emma told him. “The lights are like this for the patients.”

Killian wasn’t sure what she meant until they arrived at a huge window pane that separated them from another room that seemed to be in complete darkness apart from a few patches of light that were spread out in no particular order. A nurse was in there, he could see that, flitting between the patients at a snail's pace, checking charts and monitoring them, jotting down figures on her clipboard every so often. He hadn’t noticed at first, but Killian soon discovered that the dim lights were because ‘the patients’ were in fact babies and they were standing outside of the ward that looked after all premature and ill babies that required specialist care.

“I come here to think,” Emma told him without turning from the glass. “It’s quiet and peaceful. My escape.”

Killian watched her profile, David’s words coming back to him in a flood of sadness.

The baby is gone.

“It shouldn’t be,” Emma continued. “So quiet, I mean. All of these babies should be screaming their lungs out for their mothers.”

Her words trailed off a little and she sighed, breaking Killian’s heart in two. If things were different, maybe even half as different, then Emma would never have to stand here and wonder what it would be like to be a mother. She wouldn’t have to watch tiny, transparent skinned babies fight the hardest battle they ever would, clinging to life behind a perspex case that kept them warm and in some cases, breathed for them.

“Are you allowed up here?” Killian whispered to her as he ran his hand down her arm and held onto her elbow. He gave it a small squeeze, drawing her attention to him and Emma turned to him in the darkened hallway and gave him a reassuring smile.

“Do you remember what you said to me the night of the storm?” She asked him in a hushed tone, ignoring his question. When Killian gave her a confused look, she continued. “You said, ‘Dave’s always right’, and I believed you. I believed him when he suggested I would be happier coming home to New York.”

“You were miserable in Storybrooke,” Killian said gently and Emma nodded.

“But I was miserable here too,” Emma told him, turning back towards the glass. “I had nothing, no one and then…”

“I’m so sorry.” Killian swallowed hard, petrified for her reaction. He’d done so much research into the subject of miscarriage following David’s words, scoured the internet in search of support groups for mothers and fathers, so in the event he ever saw Emma again, he would know what to say. Except now that she was here, he couldn’t find anything but an apology.

Emma looked over to him, giving him a warm smile that was enough of acceptance that he smiled back, but the next words out of her mouth sent his relief plummeting to the bottom of his stomach and beyond like a rock tossed into a deep lake.

“I can’t have children ever again,” she shrugged but Killian saw her bottom lip quiver. “That’s what I meant when I said a lot has changed.”

“Emma, I don’t care about that, all I care about is-,” Killian began hopefully, but she silenced him by holding up her open hand.

“Please, let me finish,” she begged and Killian nodded, clamping his jaw shut. She turned to face him, the tear lines marking her face as she blinked and a new wave of emotion took over her. “I’m sorry I left, and I’m sorry I was such a coward. I love you. I love you so much and there is no excuse for the way I treated you, Killian, and maybe if I hadn’t...” Emma looked down to her feet, a sob escaping her throat when Killian hooked a crooked finger under her chin and lifted her eyes to his. “How can I ever ask you to forgive me?”

Killian almost didn’t recognise the person in front of him anymore, a meek shell of the woman he had once known. Who would have kicked his arse not six months ago with her sass alone. Here she was now, pale faced and weary, tired lines and dark circles under her eyes telling him that he could, without any sort of doubt, forgive her, whatever they had been through. This wasn’t just her second chance, it was his too.

“Emma, love,” Killian said softly before pulling her into his embrace and tightening his hold around her. He pressed his lips to the crown of her head and exhaled hard, the warmth of her against him like a home he had missed. “I’ll always forgive you.”

Killian had stayed in New York after the conference and David had let him. Killian didn’t care if it was through his guilt or because his sister had told him to say yes, but either way, he was thankful for David’s decision to let him and Emma mend. They had taken it slowly like they should have done from the start, and over the few weeks they spent together, they found more joy in being around each other than either of them cared to admit. It wasn’t just the small glances and loving touches here and there, but every moment they spent together resonated with such love that it took their relationship onto a new level.

They had loved before, but it was different then, a more physical love that Emma had since admitted she had thrown herself into just to forget the pain of losing her mother. Killian understood completely and felt glad she could share that with him. It didn’t mean he loved her any less, knowing that her intentions were for a one night stand, but it did mean he loved her more knowing that she could admit how much she had missed him.

It meant the world to see her smile now, really smile, for a while at least. They still visited the NICU, often in the late hours of the day after Emma had finished her shifts, and that was when Killian noticed she smiled the least. They had migrated from one side of the glass to the other and both of them had found that the quickened beeps of the machines and lack of adults around gave the room a strangely familiar feel, something they both had accustomed too.

Every once in a while a parent would visit and they would leave the room, continuing to stand on the other side of the glass so they could maintain a little privacy. It crossed Killian's mind once or twice, to ask Emma exactly why the NICU was somewhere she felt calm, but he didn't push the subject, considering what had happened to her. Maybe she just felt safe there and he wished more than anything he could make her feel the same way again.

"Did we break up?" Killian asked with a cheeky smile, one that he knew Emma wouldn't be able to resist. When she looked up from the chart in her hand, after skimming over the notes of this particular baby, she gave him a narrowed glare. "I mean, you didn't explicitly say in your note," he teased, biting his tongue.

"Well, you flew off to a third world country to build orphanages and schools," Emma countered, replacing the baby's chart on the railing at the end of the cubicle it was asleep in.

"Ah, but I never wanted to go," Killian told her with a raised brow.

"But you did," Emma said flatly, the corners of her mouth ticking up into a smirk.

"If you'd needed me, I would have been on the first available flight back, you know that."

Killian's words changed the mood a little and Emma looked away from him, her smile fading. The truth of the matter was that she had needed him, at the worst possible time, but she wasn't sure how to contact him, let alone explain what had happened. That and the details were not something she wanted to dwell on alone, each day reminded of such with her visits to the NICU. They had become much easier since Killian's decision to stay, but we're still so hard.

"Are you alright, love?" Killian's voice shook her back to reality and when Emma opened her eyes after a few clarifying blinks, he was standing in front of her and his soft fingertips were brushing the skin behind her ear as he toyed with the hair there. "I didn't mean-"

"I'm sorry," Emma said shakily, her gaze dropping between them. "I'm just having a rough day."

"Anything I can do?" Killian offered, dipping his head to catch her eyes once more.

Emma smiled, short and warm, but ultimately shook her head. "You know, some of these kids are hundreds of miles from their parents," she sighed. "We are a specialist hospital, and some people just can't commute to visit their sick babies." Killian watched as she traced the outline of a baby's face through the perspex window, her eyes full of sadness. “I don’t know if I could be that far away knowing my child was that sick.”

“Me neither,” Killian agreed.

“Really?” Emma didn’t mean to sound so surprised, but her voice had obviously betrayed her when Killian leaned back in his chair and cocked his head to one side.

“Of course,” Killian insisted in earnest. “There wouldn’t be a thing on this earth that could keep me from my child.”

Emma had no response before the baby in front of them stirred, scrunching his little chubby cheeks and dislodging his nasal breathing tube. It made him cry out as the tape tugged at his cheeks, pulling against the skin that was already paper thin, causing the squeak of discomfort. It was minute, almost inaudible over the sounds of the machines, but without even a prompt Killian was on his feet and at the babe’s side, fingers pressed eagerly to the perspex as he tried to calculate the answer to the baby’s problem.

“It’s okay,” Emma’s voice soothed, and Killian looked up to see she had moved to the other side of the cubicle now. Two tiny portholes into where the baby was sleeping were popped open silently, and in slipped her hands, righting the little boy’s breathing tube so it was back in his nostrils. He let out another high pitched sound that seemed to take all of his energy, his whole chest expanding with the force of it. “I know, I know,” Emma whispered again and Killian watched her with nothing but awe.

The baby boy fussed some more, clenching his tiny hands and stretching his legs out as far as they would go, which wasn’t very far as his tiny temporary home was only as long as an average laptop. Discontent raged inside his plastic home until Emma laid her hand over his tiny chest, and the baby stilled instantly with a content sigh.

“It’s the skin contact,” Emma said in a hushed voice and even though she could feel Killian watching her, she didn’t look away from the baby boy under her palm. When she was happy that the tot had relaxed, she looked up and met his eyes over the top of the incubator. “You want to try?”

“Me?” Killian frowned. “I-,”

"Take off your shirt," Emma instructed with a nod. "And sit back down."

For a moment, Killian was stunned by her demand but also a little intrigued. He had heard of the benefits of skin to skin contact with infants but judging by the way the tot had stilled under Emma's hand, he wasn't so convinced his skin would have anything more beneficial.

"Maybe if I-"

"Just take off your shirt, Killian," Emma teased with a soft smile. "I know what's under there already, and there isn't anyone else around."

"What about him?" Killian smirked, holding her eye contact as he nudged his head towards the incubator. He tugged at the shirt, pulling it over the back of his head and not missing the way Emma's eyes roamed over his now exposed torso.

“I’m sure he doesn’t mind at all,” Emma smiled as he sat back into to chair behind him. “And besides,” she began, popping the clips that held the incubator closed. “This little guy doesn’t care if you are his mommy or his daddy.” Carefully, she lifted the baby from his bed with little fuss, his tiny body limp in her grasp, before navigating back towards Killian, mindful of the breathing tube newly attached to the tot’s face. “He just cares that you are warm,” Emma whispered as she positioned the baby so he was comfortable atop Killian’s inked skin.

Killian froze for a second, unsure of how to hold a baby, let alone a newborn that had clearly arrived way too early. The baby moved a little, unsure of his newly appointed sleeping position until Emma turned his little head so his cheek was flush with Killian’s chest, and his breathing tube was swept aside over Killian’s shoulder. Emma tucked his little legs up until he resembled a small ball of flesh and grabbed Killian’s hand and placed it under the tot’s backside.

“Just relax,” Emma told Killian in a hushed voice. “He’ll relax when you do.”

She took a step back, content with how she had placed the baby, and after one last feeble attempt to voice his concerns, he was still. He was too small to lift his hat covered head but that didn’t stop Killian from instinctively clutching the boy to him in case he managed to wiggle sideways when he felt the tot stiffen.

“See, you’re a natural,” Emma praised in a whisper.

Killian looked up at her for a second, a beaming smile on his face. “I always thought all kids would hate me,” Killian confessed, turning his head to the newborn again. He inhaled the smell of him, a sweet but sour milk tinged scent that he found had an almost calming influence on him as he breathed him in and craned his neck to watch the baby sleep. “Guess I was wrong,” Killian whispered against the baby’s blue hat, lowing his voice in an effort to hear the baby breathing.

“Why would you think that?” Emma tilted her head to one side, shifting her weight onto one hip.

Killian shrugged one shoulder and his fingers idled with stroking the baby’s toes. “Most adults hate me,” he said softly.

“I don’t,” Emma assured him. She moved closer and when Killian lifted his head she leaned forward and pressed her lips to his, letting them linger for a few seconds before pulling away.

“What was that for?” Killian asked with a grin. “Not that I am complaining,” he smirked with an arched eyebrow.

“Nothing.” Emma smiled that happy smile again, one he had missed so much. “I just feel happy.”

“Only because I took my shirt off,” Killian teased.

“You got me,” Emma said dramatically, rolling her eyes.

The baby wriggled, tiny fingers gripping at chest hair as he snuggled harder against the planes of Killian’s chest. Killian could feel his heartbeat thumping his own skin at a million miles an hour and with a gentle cooing, he managed to soothe the tot back into a state of stillness.

“Does he have a name?” Killian asked absently, watching the baby sigh. “Or do I just call you wiggly baby?” His voice turned into something he didn’t even recognize but wasn’t ashamed of, high pitched but low enough that it wouldn’t spook the baby.

“Not yet,” Emma told him with a shake of her head. “His mother wanted to wait for his father before she chose, but she had no idea when she would see him again.”

Killian pursed his lips and his brow furrowed in confusion as he again craned his neck to take in the little boy sleeping sounding over his heartbeat. “That seems unfair that you don’t have a name yet,” he told the baby gently. “Who knows when you’ll be named now.”

“What would you call him?” Emma grabbed one of the chairs nearby and with short, slow tugs pulled it towards where Killian was sitting. She sat down, leaning her head on her hands before she reached out and stroked a finger down the baby’s downy haired back. “I’ve always thought he looked like a David.”

“How unfortunate for you, wee one,” Killian cooed and Emma stifled a small giggle at his words. “Hmm,” Killian hummed in contemplation and he joined her in stroking the baby’s back. “I’ve always imagined calling a little boy Liam, after my brother, so I’ve never given any other name much thought.” Killian gave the baby another look, watching as his mouth moved with a delicate sucking motion. “Maybe he looks like a Liam David?” He suggested.

“Yeah, that suits him,” Emma agreed.

“Maybe you could suggest that to his mother?” Killian asked eagerly. Whether he liked to admit it or not, he had somehow become attached to the wee babe over the last few weeks he had been visiting with Emma. More than any of the others. He had watched him grow stronger each day, more determined than any of the other babies on the ward to be free of the apparatus that helped him survive, and Killian had developed a rapport with him. He felt like he knew the baby like they had met in a past life, and he did, in a strange way, remind Killian of his brother. “I mean, It’s better than ‘baby nine’,” Killian scoffed.

A sniffing sound caught his attention and Killian looked up to see Emma crying, red faced and watery eyed, her bottom lip quivering just enough for him to notice. She swallowed what seemed to be a huge gulp of emotion, frantically wiping at her eyes and trying her hardest to clear her throat with a small cough that instantly filled him with even more worry. Killian’s heart beat faster with concern and were it not for the premature baby in his arms, he would have bundled her up in his grasp faster than it took for her fat tears roll down her cheeks.

“Emma, what’s wrong?” Killian asked quickly. “Are you alright?”

Emma waved him off with a flick of her wrist and a nod, wiping away at yet more tears with the back of her hand.

“What happened? Did I say something-,”

“It’s just my hormones,” Emma said weakly. “The doctor said they would take a while to get back to normal.”

“I don’t believe you,” Killian said firmly, staring at her until she looked up at him, and when she did, she began crying once more. “Emma, talk to me,” he pleaded.

It was all he could do whilst holding a tiny baby, but he wanted more than anything to hold her in his arms. He knew something was wrong and no amount of words would make it right.

“Emma, please,” he continued. “I hate to see you cry, love. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

“Nothing,” Emma whimpered, sniffing. “Nothing is wrong at all.”

Killian gave her a sympathetic look, his head lolling to one side as she sought out some tissue to wipe her nose. Stuck to the spot with the baby in his arms, Killian was helpless to intervene, instead relegated to wait for her return with nothing but his nerves as company. When she finally did return, after what felt like ages, Killian looked over her face for any sign of an answer but instead just found the stains of her tears.

“When Dave said the baby was gone, how did you feel?” Emma croaked.

“Broken,” Killian said without missing a beat. “Like I had lost something more precious to me than anything else in the world, apart from you, of course.” He smiled sweetly and was glad when Emma returned his gesture. “And I hurt. I hurt for you and for us, even if there wasn’t a us anymore.”

“All I wanted was for you to be by my side, and then Dave said you had gone, and I didn’t know how to reach you to tell you.” Emma moved closer, unable to stop herself from dragging her hand across his shoulders as she circled him.

“I know now,” Killian offered, arching his back into her when she draped her body over his and nuzzled her face into the side of his.

“You don’t,” she whispered into his ear, immediately hiding her face under the scruff of his beard. Her hand joined his on the back of the baby and she let her thumb smooth over his. “Killian, I never miscarried,” she whispered, her voice a little lighter than before. She reached down his inked chest and traced the outline of the cheeks of the fragile baby in Killian’s arms. “This is our son.”

Our son. Their son. His son.

It took a moment for the words to sink in, but the second they did, a weight that he hadn’t even noticed was lifted. Killian felt okay, more than that, he felt elated. Beyond wondering how, because at that moment he really didn’t care, Killian felt wonderment and love like he had never before. The tiny baby in his arms was his, small but mighty, strong and tough, a fighter through and through, and it didn’t matter to Killian how on earth he had come into the world because his only fatherly concern at that moment was keeping him safe.

“But Dave said,-” he began, pale faced and prickly heat spreading over his shoulders and neck, but Emma cut him off.

“Dave didn’t mean he had died, just that I had gone back to New York,” Emma told him in a hurry.

“I just believed ‘gone’ meant something had happened and Dave never told me otherwise,” Killian told her.

“This isn’t Dave’s fault. So much was going on, and he was so worried about me, he just let you make your own assumptions. He’s hated keeping this from you, Killian, he really has.” Emma sighed, the emotion choking her in the back of her throat. “He loves you like a brother you know.”

“Of course, love,” Killian nodded with a smile as he instinctively rubbed his hand over the baby’s back. “I feel no ill towards him.”

Emma physically sagged, her shoulders relaxing with Killian’s confirmation that he and Dave would be okay. Things had exactly happened the way she had wanted them too, but Emma knew she would never be able to live the rest of her life knowing that the father of her child and brother were enemies, especially as she would have been the cause of their dispute. Killian’s words were enough, but when he gave her a proud, wide eyed smile, she knew for certain that her life would be just fine.

“I have a son,” Killian laughed out in disbelief. He rose to his feet, baby in arms, and gave her the widest grin Emma had ever seen. “We have a son!”

“He was born too soon,” Emma began emotionally, grabbing his face in her hands and wiping away Killian’s tears as she spoke. “I wanted to call you, to tell you how much of an idiot I had been to run, but then I went into labour and the doctors couldn't stop him from coming, and in the rush all I could remember was Dave’s number and he told me you were on your way to build the orphanages and-,”

Killian cut her off with a kiss, cupping her face in his free hand and ending her rant the only way he knew how. Her lips trembled against his but he didn’t let her go until he felt all of the tension leave her, the muscles in her jaw relaxing and her mouth opening to invite his tongue inside. There was no haste in the kiss, just passion, Emma pouring her apology into it and Killian accepting every last silent word without a single hesitation. They parted, neither wanting to let go as they rested their foreheads together, their tiny son between them in a cocoon of love and warmth, the only things the boy would ever know.

“I love you,” Killian whispered in a gravelly voice. His fingertips stroked her face, coaxing any residual tension from her body with the delicateness of his touch. “Nothing will ever change that.”

“I love you too,” Emma murmured through a smile, grabbing his hand and clutching it to her face.

“All that matters now is that I’m going to be there for you, and this little guy, for as long as you’ll have me.” Killian tucked some of her hair behind her ear, the strands coarser than he remembered them, but no less beautiful. “Does forever sound alright to you?”

Emma coughed out a laugh, nodding her head against his. “Forever sounds perfect.”

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Spontaneous Attraction Ch. 19

Pairings: Kyungsoo x You

Genre: Fluff/Angst/Smut | Ambiguous AU

Warnings: Phone sex, masturbation, cumplay

Word Count: 4k

Description: A late night phone call.

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"Thoughts?"

That was the caption you put under the message you sent to Kyungsoo. Two and a half painstaking weeks of mulling it over and discussing with your friend about Kyungsoo. She was moody about it. Sad at first, then ecstatic you were getting along so well, then upset again because her best friend was leaving her. You told her it wouldn't make you two any less close, but she knew better, and honestly you did too. That was the biggest hang-up. Your schedules were already so unsynchronized, and without the dusk and dawn chats you had every day it was going to be harder to see her. You talked it out logically with her.

"Answer with the first thing that comes to your head. Forget everything else," she had prompted. "Do you love me?"

"Of course," you grinned, laughing a little.

"Have you loved living with me?"

"Also obviously yes."

"If I were to say I wanted my partner to move in would you still be hesitating to go?"

"...no...not as much," you admitted.

"There. See? I want you to be happy, hun. Say yes to the handsome bastard. I've seen the way he looks at you when saying goodbye in the morning. I can get along fine alone honestly. I never really needed a roommate for rent purposes. You better visit often, but you're always welcome back."

That was that, really. You didn't have to worry about your friend, you had a good feeling about it. To top it off you held fast to your logic that if you have to debate on doing something or not for too long then you already know the answer. It's never failed you before. You agreed to move in with Kyungsoo. You weren't surprised when the timing was horrible. They were leaving on tour. For two months. Of course.

You chose to view the silver lining. It gave your current roommate time to transition, and gave you time to apartment hunt and plan out the details. That way when he returned you could check out the ones you liked best in person. Kyungsoo would exchange listings with you in his rare spare time. Typically while eating. He had been giddy at first, but for once you were the one pulling him back towards reality. He had never been apartment hunting before so the minutiae was lost on him. It took a week of you sending him links to better prospects for him to start grasping what to look for. Searching by area, price range for one bedroom versus two, were utilities included in that, is there laundry in the unit or in a separate communal area, was there designated parking spaces, etc, etc, blah blah blah. It was monotonous, but research was crucial to find a decent place so you weren't ripped off or stuck somewhere that turned out to be poorly managed. Been there. Not doing that again.

However, the aforementioned text had nothing to do with that. You decided you were missing him a little. A lot, actually. So you shot a short clip while wearing lingerie. It was meant to be a surprise for when he returned, but that went out the window rather quickly. It was all black, stockings held up by a thin, almost all sheer garter belt. The matching underwear and bra were decorated with lace. You liked this set when shopping because of the bit of optional flare you wore. A delicate, slightly elastic ribbon that circled your throat like a necklace. Only where the pendant usually sat on a necklace the ribbon continued in a straight line under your bra between your breasts to a small loop where it could be unhooked at the top of the thong. It gave the illusion everything was connected. So you pulled on one of Kyungsoo's shirts he left behind and set up your phone camera. You stood in front of a mirror, recording your hands gently gliding up your body while taking his shirt with it in the process. You swayed your hips and turned your torso slightly as well so it really showed off how good you looked. When the piece of clothing was close to your chin you giggled and dropped the material then stopped recording. It took you a few tries to get a video you were satisfied was sexy enough before sending it.

When your phone told you it sent successfully you changed back into regular pajamas. Kyungsoo would be performing so you didn't see a point to keeping it on. It took several hours for him to reply. By then it was the middle of the night and you were close to falling asleep when your phone began ringing. You pushed yourself up on a forearm, squinting at the bright screen when you picked up the phone from your nightstand. Upon seeing his name light up you wiped the fatigue from your eyes and flopped back on your pillow. You cleared your throat before answering so he didn't worry he was waking you up.

"Hey Kyungsoo." You did your best to sound cheerful. "How are you?" His deceptively mellow, deep, almost breathy voice sent chills along your skin.

"You know damn well how." He sounded far too calm for his biting words. "Did you think just because I'm busy with touring you could get away with teasing me like that? Do you understand how close the others were to seeing that video?" You smirked and replied innocently,

"It's been so long since you played with your pet. I was only letting you know I'm thinking about you." He sighed quietly into the receiver. "It's getting really hard to be good."

"I know it is, jagi. Only two more weeks."

"Did you at least like my outfit? I was going to surprise you, but I got excited."

"Of course," he answered flatly.

"What did you like about it?"

"Jagi, I have to be awake again in five hours. Can we please save this for when I come back?"

"I meant it when I sent that text," you complained. "I want to know what you thought when you saw the video." A long pause. You chewed on your bottom lip anxiously. There was a heavy click like a door shutting and fabric rustling on the other line.

"Use your imagination." How could he be so frustrating? It was an easy question. All he had to do was say you looked sexy. That's all you wanted. If he was going to be stubborn then you would just need to try harder.

"Okay then, I'm imagining you were on your hotel bed. You replayed the video a few times, but you couldn't stop yourself from getting turned on. After all it's been just as long for you unless you've been bad, and I looked sexy as hell." That earned a soft chuckle. The bright sound chimed in your ear and made your chest ache to be with him in person. "Maybe the tightness in your pants got too uncomfortable so you decided to call me to distract yourself. Although you said the other members almost saw it so maybe you were riding back to the hotel when you checked your messages. In that case I can see you blushing and trying to hide your phone. I wonder if you got hard and had to try and cover it up. You are adorable when you're flustered, sweetheart. You get all fidgety and giggly, and your face goes all red. I think you were so frustrated you tried to palm yourself a little bit and got caught. It would explain why you sounded so irritated when I picked up."

"That's some imagination," Kyungsoo breathed. "Totally wrong, but creative."

"Then tell me the real answer. Please?"

"You are something else," he muttered. "Alright, jagi. You want to know what really happened when I saw your message?"

"Please," you repeated.

"Junmyeon needed to borrow my phone because his ran out of charge, but when I saw your message I had to snatch it back and make up an excuse so he'd go away. On our way to the hotel I couldn't get you out of my head so I decided to call you when we arrived." He paused briefly. You thought that was the end so you opened your mouth to speak, but he continued at a lower volume. Slower; so that you heard every syllable clearly. "I kept imagining what it would be like to rip that little outfit off before fucking you until you lost your voice. It looked like you had on a fucking leash. I wanted to pull you down to your knees so you could fix the problem you made. The one thing you got right? I am currently sitting on the hotel bed."

"Alone?"

"Did you think I'd speak to you like this in front of the other members?"

"Not really, but you're making this so difficult." He took the bait.

"What is?" You trailed your fingertips down so your hand rested on your lower stomach.

"Trying not to touch myself while you talk." His breath hitched. You smiled triumphantly and settled back into your pillows. "You know how much I love your voice, Soo. It makes me want to misbehave."

"Don't you dare," he growled back. "Only I get to touch your pussy. And only you can touch my cock. I don't care how needy you get. Those are the rules, pet."

"Maybe I'm tired of your rules," you purred. It was the first time you were actually trying to shift the power dynamic. You'd disobeyed before for the fun of it, but you never took full control. Not being able to see him made you bolder it seems. And the fact it's been over a month since you were together. You might have been a bit desperate.

"How disappointing to hear. Don't you still want to make your sweetheart proud of how well you follow orders?"

"What's the harm if you're on the phone with me? You're still involved. Wouldn't you like to listen?" The gap of silence was too long. You slipped your fingers beneath your underwear and hissed softly at the sudden stimulation. A fire lit inside your gut, eyes falling closed. "I'm so wet already Soo," you sighed. His sweetness vanished, replaced with a huskiness that you've come to recognize as Kyungsoo trying to hide how his steely, calm composure was crumbling.

"Take your hand away," he ordered. "Do it now and apologize."

"No," you answered. You couldn't help the smile that formed at the thrill it gave you to hold some of the power. "I don't care anymore. This feels too good. Should I use my creative imagination to picture you're the one here touching me? Will hearing me moan your name make you realize how much I miss you? How much I miss those hands, and that mouth, and that gorgeous cock." You took a trembling breath, voice lowering to become raspier. "I miss the way you play with my pussy, master."

"Disobedient little brat," Kyungsoo gritted through his teeth. "You know how much I hate that name." You moaned happily.

"That's right, sweetheart. Tell me how bad I'm being. Scold me so I'll listen to you." A throaty groan hit your ears through the phone. You began pumping your fingers in and out of yourself, breath coming more shallow. It wasn't near as good as having his fingers. His were thicker than yours, soft from never building calluses playing guitar or working a more manual job, and they could reach deeper so they curled into just the right spot. You did, however, hold a very vivid imagination. So the pleasure you felt wasn't lacking. There was another rustle that came through the speaker paired with a huff of air.

"Fuck," he whispered. "How can you be so selfish? You don't think I'm just as frustrated? It would've been so easy to get off before now, but I wanted to save everything for you." His voice strained. "Only you."

"Are you touching yourself right now?" you teased. He moaned quietly, breathlessly. The phone speaker was thinning the sound through the static over the line. It was just a hair off from how his voice actually sounds like. It sent another jolt of heat through you, and you squirmed against the sheets, spreading your legs wider. "So much for sticking to the rules, huh Kyungsoo?"

"Shut up," he snapped. "You have no idea how hard I've been ever since that stupid video. Teasing me with that outfit and that pretty, perfect skin, waiting for me to mark it all over again. You couldn't have waited just a little bit longer. I think I've spoiled you too much. You need to learn better patience." He must have changed something he was doing because there was a small whimper that was cut off, voice snagging in his throat. You remembered he was in a hotel so he was probably trying to stay quiet. When he spoke again his pitch was higher, tone almost pleading. "It hurts." That was a problem you were glad to fix. You were getting closer, fingers speeding up a little as some of your muscles started tensing. You did your best to not sound as breathless as him.

"How are you on the bed?"

"Laying at the end. Feet on the floor," he panted. The new image of Kyungsoo in a hotel room, phone pressed to his ear, bucking his hips up into his hand, hair sticking to his forehead, was more than enough fuel. The fire in your gut stretched and spread.

"Close your eyes and picture I'm there. What would I do, Kyungsoo? How am I touching you?"

"You're teasing me through my boxers," he struggled to answer. "Hand running up and down my cock."

"Do you want more? Or are you going to keep being stubborn?"

"More."

"Put me on speaker and take off your pants," you exhaled shakily. The sound quality lessened, but somehow you were able to hear more. The a/c was rattling in the background. You heard the distinct sound of a zipper. He huffed and grunted softly while fabric scratched and wrinkled over the receiver. "Did you listen?"

"They're off," Kyungsoo sighed pleasantly.

"Take off your shirt, too." The break was shorter that time. He hummed in questioning, waiting. "Stroke your cock nice and slow for me, sweetheart."

"Fuck your hand feels good." He sounded winded already.

"Run the other hand up your side and play with your nipples." You moaned as you switched to circle your clit. "You're doing so good for me, sweetheart." A sharp intake of air overcame the static on his side.

"Shit. You're gonna make me cum too early."

"As long as I can hear it."

"You're so naughty today." You weren't sure if he was annoyed or aroused by that fact.

"I can't wait to see what punishment you'll give me."

"Plural," he replied. "Punishments."

"Tighten your grip and go faster. Then scratch at your skin and pull your hair." Your quick orders didn't disappoint. You knew how to exploit what he likes. He sucked in a trembling breath and whimpered. "Does that feel good? Do you like how I'm touching you?"

"P-please...it hurts so fucking bad."

"What hurts, Soo?"

"Y-you..." He started over. "I do. I hurt. All over. It's been too long. It's so difficult not to cum." He was attempting to say it without saying it. That just wouldn't do.

"Be direct, sweetheart, or else I won't understand how to make it better. Where does it hurt the most?"

"My cock. My fucking cock hurts and my thighs are burning. Is that enough?" he practically begged. "Pulling my hair isn't working. It's just making me want it harder." His breathing grew louder and more ragged, drowning out any other noises in the background. Kyungsoo groaned angrily. "I'm fucking lightheaded, sugar. It's so fucking hard and slick from my precum and you're fucking around to amuse yourself."

"That's right..." you pretended to recall. "You said you were saving yourself for me. Do you think now's a good time?"

"I'm so ready for you, jagi. So ready to make a fucking mess everywhere. Anywhere you want it. Fucking take it all I can't--say it. Please say it."

"You want to cum with me, sweetheart?" The only answer you got was a whine. "Cum on my stomach. Ruin my pretty, unmarked skin. Give me what I want, Kyungsoo." He choked out another, more depraved whine. His panting grew louder, catching on every inhale and exhaling quickly in an attempt to prevent being too noisy. He sounded wrecked and you drank it all in, admiring how easily you could make him like this when you tried. In between one of his gulps of air he whispered your name reverently. You felt it like a gentle caress across your cheek. Eyes shut, your mind conjured the tingling sensation of his breath down your neck as if he was beside you, and it pushed you over the edge. Your grip on the phone shook as you arched off the mattress, falling on the pillow by your head. Your moaning triggered his release. He sounded far away and muffled, groans fracturing and tapering off into tiny, simpering mewls while he worked all the pent up frustration from his body. You eased yourself down before putting the phone back to your ear, satisfaction settling in your bones. You called his name softly.

"Sugar," he crooned tiredly. His rough, rich voice made your stomach do flips. "Thank you."

"Do you feel better?" He simply moaned, still trying to catch his breath.

"You sounded really sexy. Fuck you're amazing." Finally, you thought. He called you sexy. "I tried to keep myself quiet by biting my arm, but it really stings. How do you put up with me?" You laughed softly. Rolling to your side, you reached out and grabbed a pillow to hug. It was dark, but since your eyes adjusted you could see clean across to the window on the opposite wall. No body to block your way hogging all the covers and constantly moving around in his sleep. A weight pressed on your chest, so you curled more in on yourself. You really were missing Kyungsoo more than you thought. But he didn't need to hear you mention it all the time. He couldn't do anything about it, and you wanted to be as supportive as possible.

"Is it as big of a mess as you thought?"

"Yeah," he replied. You heard the smile in his voice. "I missed this feeling." A small hum and an overexagerrated smack of lips. "You would love the taste."

"Fucking tease," you muttered.

"See? It would've been better if we had waited. Then you would be able to see me."

"You could take a picture."

"I'm not that simple, jagi."

"I can hear your smug smirk," you shot back, making him chuckle. "You should probably clean yourself up so you can get some rest." More rustling and you recognized the little moan he made while stretching. It sounded clearer. He must have taken you off speaker.

"In a minute."

"Whatever you say. Just don't neglect your sleep. I'll talk to you again soon."

"Wait. Hold on." It went silent for a solid minute or so before he called your name in questioning.

"Yeah?"

"Don't send any more videos. Please. I don't think I can take it."

"Alright. I promise. I'll wait until you come back."

"Good, because when this ends we all get four days off in a row, and I don't think we're leaving bed."

"Four days with just you? Sounds like heaven," you agreed.

"I can't wait to see you again, jagi."

"Same here. It's lonely without you."

"Don't worry. I'll be back soon, and then we can move somewhere where I can make sure you're never lonely."

"You're such a sentimental dork," you grinned. His chuckle chimed through the phone again. You halted your farewell when there was a muffled, shocked shout on the other end of the call. A door slammed shut.

"Fucking at least put a sign on the door or something!" a new voice grumbled. "Jesus christ, Soo. You're usually more discreet about this. Miss Y/N much? You look like a hot fucking mess. Here's a towel. You shower first."

"Sorry jagi," Kyungsoo said to you. "Jongin came back. I need to go."

"Th-that...s-she was..I'm so sorry," the other boy stumbled over his words. You could practically hear his face getting red. "Please tell her I'm sorry. I-I swear I didn't mean to interrupt. If I had known I-I never--"

"He's funny when he's embarrassed," you mused.

"She doesn't care," Kyungsoo relayed. "We're done anyway." You snickered at his candor. You loved how blunt he was. It was part of his charm. Then he was back to talking to you. "Goodnight, jagi. Rest well."

"Sweet dreams, Kyungsoo."

After hanging up you got a message from him. Tapping on the notification, a video was downloading. You played it and immediately thanked every entity in existence you were alone. Kyungsoo was zoomed in too far as usual, dark hair falling away from his face and jutting out in odd angles, forehead shining with perspiration. He had a full face of makeup on. You were taken aback at first. He almost didn't look like him. His tiny blemishes and moles were covered and smoothed out, contouring tricking the camera into making his cheeks appear thinner. Shimmering highlighter swept across his cheekbones, and his eyes were much more prominent on his face. A thin line of eyeliner and precisely applied eyeshadow was smoked out to bring out his natural eye shape. His lips looked glossy and pinker than usual as well. You didn't have a lot of time to take it in, but it wasn't bad. Just...unexpected. The camera zoomed out, and you bit your bottom lip hard. The frame cut off at his navel, but you swore you felt your heart stop working for several seconds. His entire chest and stomach was smattered with his release, angry red marks clawed into his flesh randomly from his short fingernails. One line of liquid by his ribs was cascading down his side about to stain the overstuffed white comforter on the hotel bed. He used his free hand, starting at the 'v' in his hips. The camera was unstable, but you caught the irritated horseshoe teeth marks on his forearm. The pads of his fingers dragged slowly up his torso, smearing a few of the erratic, crooked lines. Up his heavily rising and falling stomach, over a nipple all the way to his clavicle. Halfway up he stretched and arched his back towards the camera. Staring transfixed while his skin pulled taut over muscle and bone briefly, a trail near the bottom of the frame crept upwards before he eased back onto the bed. The white contrasted his tan skin in such a tantalizing way. It did not help in the least that Kyungsoo had sucked his bottom lip between his teeth and was watching the camera. It was relaxed. Lazy almost, but the intimacy of it made it seem less pornographic. You were less lusting after him and more just in awe that he could do something like this at all. It was so outside his normal comfort zone. He must have been delirious from lack of sleep, you reasoned. As he brought his hand to his mouth, what had gathered dripped once on his chin before his tongue could go out and lick the stickiness from his fingers, an obscene moan falling past his lips. It was juxtaposed in his own perfectly strange way with those owlish, innocent eyes. They twinkled with amusement as his hand dropped tiredly onto his chest, uncaring of the steadily drying mess covering himself. He must have muted his mic to record this while you talked. The corner of his mouth quirked up, and the video ended. The message beneath:

"Thoughts?"

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1. QR is on tour over Valentine’s day and you’re stuck back home. You get a knock on your door at a ridiculously early hour and you find Bonham standing there with one of Randy’s acoustic guitars. She strums it without really trying and sings “I love you biiitch.” *strums again* “I ain’t never gonna stop loving you biiiitch.” This is weird even for her. How do you respond?

“Are you ok, Bons?” She stops, “Yeah, I just figured that since the boys are away this valentines day we could celebrate our friendship instead.” I’d smile at her, “That sounds perfect. You want to come in for some coffee? And be careful with that, Randy may kill you if anything happens to it.”

2. Bonham likes a weird flavor of gum that you can only get at a specific store in Colorado, and the last time she had it was when she was 13, but she insists, “you have to try it it’s so good.” Randy and Kevin ended up at that place while on tour and they bring some back. You’re trying it and think it’s good and you turn around and see Bonham lying on the floor with a pack next to her face. “What are you doing?” Kevin asks. She says, “The last time I had this was when I was still dating that kid in middle school and the smell it just…brings back some feels.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

Me: “Aww, Bons.” I’d lay next to her on the carpet and try to make her feel a little better.

Randy: “Aww, hon. I’m sorry.” And he’d join her as well.

Kevin: “Are we all just laying on the carpet? Ok.” The four of us would just lay there and try to cheer her up.

3. You’re visiting Bonham at her mom’s house with Kevin and Randy and she gets a package in the mail one day. You don’t know what it is, but her brother follows her to open it and says, “What’s this?” Nothing happens for a moment until her brother runs past you giggling. Bonham soon follows, yelling “Get back here you licked Vince Neil you will pay!” You think you know what happened but Randy and Kevin are beyond confused. How do you all respond?

Me, running after the two of them: Vengence will be ours! We’ll get you for licking Vince Neil.

Kevin: Wait! What the fuck is going on?!

Randy: We should have learned by now not to question and just go with it.

4. You’re hanging out with Randy, Kevin, and Bonham one day. When you and Kevin get to their house, she’s in the living room playing Guitar Hero. Randy comes down from upstairs and says, “Maybe if you practiced your clarinet as much as you practiced that stupid game you’d be halfway decent.” She doesn’t even turn away from the game as she shouts, “Piss off!” How do you and Kevin respond?

Me: Bonham is amazing at the clarinet. What are you talking about?

Kevin: Don’t get into the argument. Just let them work it out.

Bonham: Thank you BabyCarrot. (To Randy) See someone thinks I’m good at the clarinet.

5. Your band decided to add a bari sax part to your latest record and have left Bonham to figure out the details. She’s never played one before, but once she gets her hands on one she starts noodling around trying to get a decent sound. After a while, you all come in to see how it’s going, and she’s finishing up a scale. Daryl slow claps and says, “Wow, that almost sounded like music.” How do you, Bonham, and your band respond?

Me: That was music, Daryl.

Bonham: Would you like to try to play it? I would love to just beat on the drums. It’d be better than beating your face.

Erik: Woah, ok we don’t need to start a fight.

Linus: Ten bucks on Bonham!

6. It’s super hot one day and Bonham’s running around in shorts and a bra when Kevin and Randy get to your guys’ house. Kevin says, “Good God Bonham put a shirt on.” She whips around and shouts, “It’s my fucking house I will walk around however I wish!” How do you and Randy respond?

Randy: Yeah it is her house Kevin.

Me: She does have a point, Kevin.

7. You make it to New Mexico on your road trip with Kevin, Randy and that sax player, and you stop at a gas station. Kevin asks the clerk something and the clerk makes a confused face before responding with rapid-fire Spanish. Kevin looks defeated before the sax player says, “I got this, what do you wanna ask him?” and then proceeds to conduct a successful conversation with the worker entirely in Spanish. “There you go, he said we gotta take C-470 to get out of here.” How do the three of you respond?

Me: Boham, I love you more and more with each passing day.

Kevin: Where did you learn that?

Randy: That was amazing. You’ll have to teach me sometime.

8. Randy and Kevin are taking you and Bonham to a super fancy place for dinner, and you’re both trying to figure out what to wear. Bonham helps you pick an outfit that Kevin loves too, so you’re ready fairly quickly. Meanwhile, everything Bonham tries on is being vetoed by Randy. After a few minutes of this, she says, “If you don’t pick one I will go naked.” How do the three of you respond?

Randy: I don’t see a problem with that.

Kevin, gagging: Please wear clothes, Bonham. I just don’t want to see Randy make that face again while I’m in the room.

Me: Well, you keep vetoing Randy so she’ll just pick something and that’s what she’s wearing.

9. You just left a black tie music event, and Kevin is driving you, Randy and Bonham home when Bonham says, “Pull over into that place, I’m starved.” It’s a fast food joint, and when you all go inside, you get stared at by all the staff and all the patrons. “Why’s everybody looking at us?” Kevin asks. “I don’t know, maybe it’s because we’re dressed to the nines and are standing in a fast food joint,” Randy says sarcastically. How do you and Bonham respond?

Me: Remember when we dressed like this and went to Walmart, Bons? We stood in the chip aisle for like fifteen minutes deciding what we wanted.

Bonham: Oh yeah, that was so much fun. We laughed the entire way out to the car.

10. You suggested that your band all get made up like monsters for a your music video, and somehow the guinea pig for your new makeup artist is Bonham. After a couple of hours of makeup, she comes out with half-inch fangs on every tooth, demon eye contact lenses, two-inch claws on every nail and her hair teased to high heaven. She says, “What do you think? Do we wanna keep this guy as our makeup artist?” How do you and your band respond?

Me: It looks great.

Erik and Linus are on board but Daryl says, “I don’t know. I don’t want her to alienate some of my female fans from me.

Bonham and I would roll out eyes.

11. Your band somehow all got piled into a Toyota Highlander to get to your next venue, and Linus and Bonham ended up in the trunk seats with Daryl and Erik in the middle and you riding shotgun. You get to the venue and when Erik and Daryl fold up their seats to let Linus and Bonham out, Bonham says, “Fucking finally! Fresh air!” She tries to jump out the doorway but her foot gets caught between the seat and the car frame, and she falls out of the car, landing facefirst on the pavement. Bonham immediately begins laughing hysterically. How do you and your band respond?

Me: Oh my god, Bonham are you ok?

The boys would just laugh and she’d sit up and go, “You fuckers.”

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1) You and your singer are down at the local bar on karaoke night. No one is volunteering and someone finally says, “Hey, you girls. Why don’t you come up?” Your singer shakes her head and goes, “No, you’ll have to get me super drunk to do that.” The bartender passes two beers your way. “Here on the house.” How do you and your singer respond?

2) You, Kevin, Randy, and your singer are at a bar for karaoke and all night you’ve been trying to get your singer up on stage. You finally get her up there and she’s great. Some asshole in the back screams, “God you fucking suck” when she’s done. She grabs back the mic and says, “Joke’s on you fucker. I’m the lead singer for War Angel. You know one of the hottest bands in LA right now.” How do you, Kevin, and Randy respond?

3) You have just told your singer’s sister to get out of the car and she stares you down with the fuck you look, plants her feet, crosses her arms, and says, “No.” Your singer goes to put the car back in drive because she’s not going to get out of the car. What do you do?

4) You and your singer are driving with her sister in the back. Your singer’s sister has learned from last time and doesn’t complain. She pipes up from the back, “What’s a sugar baby? Is that where you’re turned into a sugar glider?” How do you and your singer respond?

5) Your singer gets up really early one morning and goes and bangs on your door. “Come on! We’re going on an adventure. Let’s get up.” You roll over to see that it’s 5:30 in the morning. You get out of bed and go open the door, “Did you even sleep last night?” “Yes I slept for two hours and then couldn’t go back to sleep so I am surviving on coffee. I’ll be fine.” How do you respond?

6) You and your singer are driving on a road trip and Kevin and Randy are sleeping in the back. It’s late and you’re driving a stretch of road all on your own. All of a sudden she says to you calmly, “Don’t panic, but the breaks just went kaputt. I need you to keep the boys from hurting themselves too much while I pull the emergency brake.” How do you respond and what do the boys say once you guys are stopped?

7) Your singer left her and Kevin’s house one day super angry and drove to clear her head. You don’t hear from her for several hours and you, Randy, and Kevin are starting to get worried. Someone calls the house and when Kevin answers he’s barely on the phone one minute before getting ready to leave. “We’ll be there as soon as we can.” He hangs up and goes, “That was the hospital. She got into a really bad accident and is in intensive care at the moment. We’ve got to get down there.” How do you and Randy respond and what happens once you get to the hospital?

8) You, Kevin, Randy, and your singer are camping. Your singer keeps smacking at mosquitos on her skin even though she has bug spray on. “I swear they think I’m like sweet corn or something.” She smacks another one, “By the time we leave tomorrow I may have well over 100 bug bites.” How do you, Randy, and Kevin respond?

9) Your singer is babysitting her sister and Axl’s kid again. (Kevin and her don’t have any kids yet.) You’re out with her and she’s pushing the buggy. A reporter asks, “Is that your and Kevin DuBrow’s newborn?” She sarcastically answers, “Why yes it is. I secretly carried him for nine months.” You don’t think anything of it until you, Kevin, Randy, and your singer see those exact words splashed on the front cover of a gossip magazine. How do the four of you respond and how do you try to resolve this?

10) Kevin has said how he’s super nervous to become a father. He says how he thinks he’s not ready. One day, your singer pulls you aside and tells you she’s pregnant and wants to tell Kevin when you guys go on your double date tonight. What do you say to her and how do Kevin and Randy respond when she tells him that night?

11) Kevin and Randy have always talked about doing something crazy. One day, you go to one of those amusement parks by the beach and they have a slingshot ride. Kevin tries to get your singer to go on it and she says, “No fucking way. You can go with Randy.” How do you and Randy respond and how does their ride go?

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