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creepytoes88 · 4 years

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WARNING ⚠️- this is absolutely FILTHY like I need to go to church for real. like the last one is rainbows and kittens compared to this one y’all 😰🥴 sorry for any grammar mistakes or miss spelling

PSA- y/n in this smut is a famous TikTok weeb and she doesn’t understand how famous she is yet and Vinnie has a fat Crush on her readers to find out more 😈 and covid doesn’t exist in these obviously

https://youtu.be/NocXEwsJGOQi

Song/dance I’m talking about 👆

Vinnie’s POV

I watch her dance again I’ve watched it 8 or 9 times. Her baby blue thigh high socks and her lace pink skirt. The little bit of thigh poking out between the two driving me crazy the thoughts going right to my downstairs area. I groan and close TikTok I can’t keep thinking these things about y/n it’s not right I then hop out of bed and head downstairs to get some breakfast and coffee. When I get downstairs and step into the kitchen J immediately yells to me from the living room “DID YOU SEE HOW HOT Y/N LOOKS IN HER LAST TIKTOK!” Before I could answer Anthony come out of his room and gets something from the fridge “Avani is coming over and she’s bringing a friend that’s moving in with her, apparently she’s shy so everyone is nice I’m not getting bitched at cause you all couldn’t keep your dicks in your pants and made her uncomfortable” we all nod in agreement I take my muffin and coffee up to my room and watch some tv.

Y/n POV

I take a deep breath as I step off the gate moving to LA was a big move but it’s for the best I skip baggage claim because all of my stuff should be at Avani’s house by now. I pull my phone out of my carry on but before I could call Avani and see if she’s here yet but before I could I hear my name being called I turn around and see some boys around my age coming towards waving at me I wait and we take pictures I say goodbye as we walk away and call Avani’s phone “HEY! DID YOU LAND?!” “Yes I landed, I’ll be out front by the doors come find me.” I laughed as I hung up, It only took 10 minutes for Avani to find me and run at me full speed before nearly taking me and her self to the ground “WOAH!” “So how was your flight?” I laughed “very pleasant” Avani pulled away from me before looking me dead in the eyes. “There’s someone I want you to meet” point, Blank, period that was all she said before grabbing my hand and pulling me to her car. “Not that I don’t appreciate that but I’m not looking for a boyfriend.” Avani stops dead in her tracks before turning around to look at me “Then just fuck him” I stared back at her with a shocked face.

“I- wh- what “she turns back around before pulling me to her car, she unlocks the car and I throw my carry on in the back seat and get in the passenger side. Avani starts the car up then puts her seatbelt on, she turns on her blinker and waits for space so she can get out “well who is it?” I’m a little curious. Avani looks at me and smiles “I know you don’t follow him but maybe you have heard of him” she says with a big smile “his name is Vinnie and he is simply and cutest and sweetest most annoying human being on this earth” she says as she pulls out on to the road heading to her house or so I thought “no I can’t say I have heard of him.” About 30 minutes later she asks if I need to change because we’re gonna stop and pick up her boyfriend and maybe some of his friends then we’re gonna get some food. I thought about it and remembered I brought a mini skirt with me and some thigh high socks along with my doc martens and the sweatshirt I am wearing I think that’ll be fine “no I brought some clothes to change into.”

“Okay cool,” she says we sang to music before pulling in to the expansive looking neighborhood. I guess I should get used to this in a couple of months I’ll be in my own house in an expensive neighborhood just like this one (wink wink 😜) we pull into a house with a bunch of cars in the driveway. I’m kinda nervous for all the people my anxiety starts to kick in a little bit so I take a deep breath “if you want you can change in the car or the bathroom.” I almost agree about changing in the bathroom and for some reason, I change my mind “ it’s ok I’ll just change in the car.” Ok, that’s fine just come in when you are done past the stairs and then you’ll see the living room I’m gonna get Anthony from upstairs.”

She says as she walks away ok this is fine I hurry up and change I slid my socks on before putting my boots on as fast as I possibly could. I put my bag in the trunk in case more people decide to come then just us three I then walk up to the door and take a deep breath I grab the handle and turn it, Of course, it didn’t open. Why would it open, nothing goes right in my life. Great time to make it more awkward for myself, I knock on the door a couple of times and nothing happens so I do it again. Still nothing I take a deep breath before pushing the doorbell great just great I think to myself. I hear someone yell and I stand up straight and got ready to start explaining myself especially if Avani wasn’t the one to open the door. Not a second later a BEAUTIFUL man opens the door, soft brown eyes with hints of green and long eyelashes, rosy cheeks, and big red lips. Even his unruly curly hair was beautiful. I had to tilt my head back to look up at him ( you can change this if you are tall we love tall queens here) his eyes meet mine and Immediately his face changes from confusion, shock and then finally he hits the ground.

Vinnie’s POV

After I finished my breakfast I hopped in the shower and made a TikTok (the one where he has a towel wrapped around his waist) I then put on some sweats and walked downstairs I saw Jordan and Kio playing on the x box so I laid on the other couch before falling asleep. However, I woke up to the sound of Kio screaming my name I look up at him “will you go answer the door I’m about to win.” I groaned as I got up to answer the door I looked out of the peephole and saw nothing but the top of a head with pigtails on it “what the fuck” I said to myself chuckling and I opened the door to see a girl and as she looks up at me I immediately realized who it is and then everything went black.

Y/n POV

I look down as he lays on the ground unconscious I gasp before calling Avani’s name all of a sudden three boys come out of nowhere. “I don’t know what happened he opened the door and when he saw me he passed out” the boys looked at me with wide eyes before they started to laugh and make fun of the boy on the ground for being “whipped” and a “simp” I just look at them shocked “YOUR FRIEND IS PASSED OUT ON THE GROUND AND YOU'RE CALLING HIM A SIMP!!?” The boys stop and take their friend to the couch about that time Avani comes running down the stairs “ OMG Y/N ARE YOU OK I HEARD YOU SCREAMING!” “Yea the door was locked and that guy answered it and then just passed out when he saw me.”

Avani let’s out a load laugh “what the fuck is wrong with y’all” I say with a scared look on my face. “THAT'S VINNIE!” Avani yells as she laughs “he has the biggest crush on you and he passed out when he saw you OF COURSE WE’RE GONNA LAUGH!” She says almost crying “that’s Vinnie,” I say with wide eyes he’s fucking beautiful I think to myself. Maybe I will fuck him I laugh at my own joke I turn around as I hear one of the boys say “welcome back simp” I hear him groan. ”You guys I thought I just saw Y/n but I am pretty sure I was just still asleep, tell that girl I’m sorry please I’m gonna go lay down,” he says as he gets up slowly “you should put some ice on that bump.” You say as you walk towards him he looks up at you with wide eyes “don’t pass out again, please.”

I say with my hands out in front of me to push him back if he falls forward “ I-I I’m ok really.” He says as he scratches the back of his head “well show me where the kitchen is and I’ll get you an ice pack.” I saw with a smile “oh good luck we don’t have those here.” Vinnie says with a laugh “I got this don’t worry” I say with a wink. We walk into the kitchen and as he sits at the island I look around for a ziplock and fill it with ice, then wrap a rag around it. I walk towards Vinnie and hand it to him “thank you” he says with a smile while looking into my e/c eyes I stare back at him I don’t know how much time went by with us staring into each other's eyes but Avani walks in and laughs.

“Alright you two do you guys wanna stay here and we’ll bring you back food all the guys wanna come and we only have 5 seats sooo?”

I turn to look back at Vinnie “is that fine with you?” He looks at me and smiles “ I would love that” he says as he looks in my eyes again I take a deep breath staring back at him. I look at his beautiful lips his smile is just everything. “okay well text me what you guys want and we’ll be back in a couple of hours have fun, but not too much fun.” she says laughing I roll my eyes and look back at Vinnie “does your head feel any better?” “Yea actually” he pulls the ice back from his head and throws it in the sink “wanna watch a movie with me,” he asked with a smile “yes absolutely but first do you wanna film a couple of TikTok's together?”

I ask with puppy dog eyes “yes!” Vinnie says with no hesitation my eyes widened in shock at how fast he said yes “ok great. Well where should we film?” Vinnie thinks and asks if I wanted to film in his room or by the pool “hmmm the pool” I bet the sun is about to set “ok come, on silly girl,” Vinnie says as he walks away I run after him to see him go through a door so I follow and I see the big ass pool, I was right the sun is going down “wow,” I say to myself “it’s so beautiful right” Vinnie says with a smile “yea it’s is beautiful.” “Not as beautiful as you though,” Vinnie says with a slight blush on his cheeks I turn and look at him before walking towards him. I stand on my tippy toes to kiss him on the cheek I feel Vinnie put his hands on my waist “come on before the sun goes down” Vinnie and I make a couple of dancing tiktoks and we decided to make a thirst trap on his account so we went to his bathroom.

Vinnie started the video in front of the mirror by himself and then he transitioned to where I’m standing in front of him holding the phone. The next transition was me sitting on his sink counter as he takes his finger and snaps my thigh high sock against my thigh he laughs at my shocked face before ending the video he watches the video back with his hand still on my thigh. His thumb drawing small circles on the outside of my thigh I just stare at him I could feel my heart thumping and butterflies in my stomach going straight to my heat I can’t be thinking about him like that we just met an hour ago tops. Vinnie looks down at me his eyes then trail from my eyes to my lips he licks his own lips “V-Vinnie” “ yes beautiful?” He asks “what are you thinking about?” Vinnie looks me in the eyes again and says “About how great you’re going to taste.”

My eyes widen in shock and I put my hands on his shoulders to stabilize myself I can’t do this I shouldn’t be feeling this way I barely know this man “V-Vinnie?” Vinnie looks down at me “what baby?” I move my hands to the back of his neck “kiss me please” Vinnie didn’t waste any time attaching his lips to mine he grabs at my waist and chest. I nibble on his lips teasing him he opens his mouth for me but I denied it and keep biting and teasing him. However Vinnie grew tired of my teasing he picks me up off the counter, he then rubs the little but of ass that’s poking out I gasp as he does, Vinnie takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into my mouth, I can feel my heat throbbing against his rock-hard abs, my legs pulling Vinnie even closer to me and I start to grind my hips against his toned stomach and I let out little moans between kisses.

Before I realized what was going on he drops me on his bed immediately my legs fall apart and I reach my hands up to grab him but Vinnie is too busy staring at my cheeky white Lace panties with a cute pink bow at the top. I grow self-conscious I remember that I’m probably a little prickly down there and begin to close my legs, maybe this isn’t a good idea right now “don’t close your legs baby I think you are gorgeous.” He says with a sweet smile and lays his hands on my knees resting them there “I-I haven’t shaved in a couple of days and I-“ “I don’t care” Vinnie says with a duh face as a smile creeps on his Lips “as long as you keep you’re skirt and socks on I’m happy.” I give him a weird look and Vinnie looks back at me with an open mouth “ unless that makes you uncomfortable-“ “no I’m just curious as to why” I say with a smile “god I hope I don’t make myself sound like a creepy stalker” Vinnie says as he takes a deep breath “I have been following you for at least a year now and I have always had a crush on you I've had dreams about fucking you in a skirt with your socks on” he says really fast a deep blush on his cheeks.

“You just make it look so hot with your thick thighs and bubble butt-“ I take my sweatshirt off before he could finish ”so no shirt?” Vinnie looks at my boobs with his mouth open just staring “n- no” he clears his throat “ no bra huh” he says with a small smile “that’s a nice surprise” his eyes trailing down my naked chest “you can touch them if you want.” I say with a smile Vinnie immediately pushes my legs open and lays between them he then grabs both of my boobs in his hands and pinches my nipples with his thumbs and pointer fingers. I let out a whimper and grab his strong biceps I can feel his muscles flexing in his arm every time he squeezed or rubbed my boobs and nipples I began to rock my hips against his stomach again “c-can I lick them?” He asks in a small voice I throw my head back and let out a moan “YES PLEASE” Vinnie takes one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks harshly and pinches the other with his ring-covered hand as he begins to grind his bulge against me.

I gasp as he nibbles and sucks before moving on to the other nipple I run my hands through his hair I know I’m fucking it up but it’s so soft. I feel his lips trailing down my stomach I open my eyes and look down at him and the first thing is seeing is a bunch of big and little red mark all over my boobs and tummy “you left hickeys!!?!” Vinnie looks up and then looks down I see the blush creep on his cheeks and he looks down “well it’s too late now” I say with a breathy laugh “just keep going” Vinnie’s eyes light up before he went back to leaving hickeys on my hips. “Please vin” Vinnie looks up at me “can I” he looks down and then looks back up at me “yes, please do“ I laugh as I run my thumb over his bottom lip. Vinnie kisses the palm of my hand As he then kisses my lips again he rubs and squeezes my thighs for a while before pulling away to unlace my boots once he got both off he spreads my legs wide and looks at my panties that are soaked with my excitement.

I throw my hands over my eyes I know there’s a wet spot I just know it “Jesus baby all this for me” he says as he runs his pointer finger over my wet panties “you even made a mess on my bed baby.” Vinnie says as he kisses the inside of my thigh leaving hickeys I groan in pleasure and embarrassment my cheeks glowing red. Vinnie’s eyes shoot up to look at me and I can feel him smile against my thigh before switching to the other side I moan as I feel my walls clench around nothing. I can feel my wetness gush a little and I throw my head back whining and moaning Vinnie’s name. I feel Vinnie push his nose against my heat, he takes a deep breath through his nose, he groans as he licks his lips pulling away “you smell delicious baby, I bet you taste delicious too.” Vinnie leans his head down taking my underwear in his teeth and pulling them down my legs once they were fully off Vinnie pushes my legs apart and pushes my knees up so they are by my shoulders he can see EVERYTHING.

Vinnie keeps looking down eyes locked on one certain area I could feel him looking at it.“Maybe one day if you get lucky” I say with a smirk ( let me know if you would be interested in part 2 with✨anal✨😊) Vinnie blushes and then realizes what I said before smirking and leaning down between my thighs. Vinnie licks a stripe from my wetness to my clit he groans before shoving his tongue as far into me as possible “mmmm baby you taste like fucking candy.” he slurps and nibbles I gasp and run my hand in his hair “how is that even fucking possible?!” He groans “I could live down here.” he says as he shoves his long tongue into me yet again but this time he grazed a special spot making me release a small shout in shock.

“O-OH VINNIE YESSS DO THAT AGAIN!” I yell as I push his head down and grind my hips on his face at the same time basically using his face to get off. Vinnie pulls my hands off his head after a few minutes and pulls away “n-no keep going-“ “sit on my face please.” Vinnie says as stands up and pulls me towards him by my legs. “Why-“ “because I asked nicely,” he says with a cheeky smile looking down at me, so I sit up and get on my knees Vin lays down on his bed and gets comfortable he then reaches out to me with both hands. I take them and slowly shuffle my way up, when I finally am above his face and I start to lower myself Vinnie grabs my thighs and pushes me so all of my body weight is on his face ”mmmmmm baby! “Vinnie moans inside of me I moan and try to get away from his torturous tongue and vibrations that’s making my legs weak I don’t have the strength to fight him anymore and I fully sit.

Immediately he starts eating me out twice as fast and deep he starts rubbing my clit with his nose while he moans. He’s squeezing and slapping my ass with the other hand “OH OH GOD YES VINNIE JUST LIKE THAT.” I was humping his face at this point I don’t even realize he wasn’t holding me down anymore and it was me I thrust my hips a couple more times before calling out to him.“YES VINNIE MAKE ME CUM DADDY MAKE ME CUM ON YOUR BEAUTIFUL FACE!!” I yell with my head thrown back “do you want me to cum on your tongue daddy?!” Ask in a whimper Vinnie groans in response to the vibration shoving me over the edge. I throw my head back so hard I fall off of Vinnie’s mouth onto the bed still moaning and whining, Vinnie jumps up and attacks my pussy with his mouth again.

Before my high is gone making me scream again and thrust against his face once more before I lay with my legs and mouth open gasping for breath. “Are you ok” I didn’t have it in me to talk so I just gave him two thumbs up Vinnie laughs before asking “are you down for another round?” My eyes widen and I look at him before I answer I take a good look at his hair all over the place lips red and plump my juices on his face. My eyes then got distracted but his god-like features my eyes taking extra long to graze over his v-line and his rock hard cock. I take my hand and run my fingers down his hard stomach feeling all the bumps and grooves down to his happy trail and I follow it to his sex Lines. I push Vinnie down on the bed before crawling in between his legs I begin to kiss his neck and leave hickeys as he did on me.

I lick his nipple on the way down and he lets out a surprised gasp grabbing onto one of my pigtails as I trail my lips and tongue down to his hip bones to leave hickeys there and on his sex lines. He trusted his hips up towards my face and let out a hot whine so I pull down his sweats and underwear in one go I immediately start to rub my thumb on his tip. I lick the vain from the bottom to the top and then I took his balls in my mouth as I stroke him Vinnie's head thrown back in pure pleasure “ple-please don’t stop” he says in an airy breath I pull off from his balls making a popping sound. I then take him in my mouth if there is one thing I’m good at its blowjobs the bigger the better and Vinnie is the biggest I've ever seen.

I suck the tip and make my way back down as far as I can go without deep throating him yet I got about halfway down his cock I then started to hum and move my tongue around what I could reach. I then began to deep throat Vinnie and as my throat was expanding to his size I couldn’t help but moan “F-FUCK.” Vinnie yells as he grabs both of my pigtails and shoves my head the rest of the way down making me choke “OH MY GOD! I’m so sorry-“ I moaned before doing it again myself my eyeballs rolling to the back of my head I then pull off and catch my breath. “Mmhm fuck my throat daddy” I say as I start to suck his tip again with big wide innocent eyes Vinnie’s hips snap against my face his hands grabbing my pigtails again fucking my throat.

I could feel his balls slapping against my chin and I grab them in one hand and start to massage them while I rub his thigh with my other hand. I feel his balls start to tighten and his tip twitched so I pull off “lay down I wanna Fuck you.” I say with confidence “I-I ok” Vinnie stutters laying on his back now as I straddle him. I take him and put his tip at my entrance before starting to sink down on him I let out a small moan as Vinnie let out a load moan as he grips the sheets trying to keep him self from pushing you down. ”Fuck Y/n your so fucking tight, I’m gonna explode” “ooooh yea, you gonna cum in me daddy or are you gonna put your baby’s on my thighs instead hmmmm maybe on my ass cheeks?” Vinnie let’s out a loud moan “any-anywhere baby please just let me cum” Vinnie groans “mmm fuck me baby.“

I say I feel him grab my ass cheeks before thrusting up into me at a super-fast pace. Vinnie groans and moans as I scream and moan “ahh are you gonna cum in my little pu-pussy daddy?” “Mmmm yes baby I’m gonna paint your walls with my seed.” Vinnie says as he pounds into me at an even fastest pace if that’s possible. “I’m gonna shoot my load so far up your pussy it’s gonna be coming out of you for days!” He yells as he grabs my neck and licks my face we are both groaning and yelling things at each other. “HIT ME DADDY HIT ME” I yell I’ve never asked someone to hit me before so this is new.

Vinnie without even thinking about it throws me on my back and slaps me across the face. I could feel the stinging sensation and my pussy throbbed so I whimpered “again” he slapped me across my face again. I moan even loader this time I could feel the knot starting to twist “AGAIN DADDY SLAP MY FACE AGAIN AN-AND CALL ME YOUR LITTLE SLUT!” I scream at Vinnie so he slaps my face again harder this time. I could really feel the sting that time I let out a cry but immediately moaned right after “YOU LIKED THAT DIDN’T YOU SLUT” he pounds into harder. I let out sobs of pleasure tears running down my face.

Vinnie then pulls out completely before flipping me on to my hands and knees, I immediately drop my head to the bed so my ass is in the air. I feel Vinnie push inside of me again this time from the back, he grabs my hips thrusting in to me at a fast pace ”DADDYS GONNA SLAP YOUR ASS TILL ITS PRETTY AND PINK” Vinnie shouts at me as he begins to abuses my ass cheeks with his open palms I push back on him and I moan my eyes rolling to the back of my head ”P-P-PLEASE DADDY CUM INSIDE OF ME I WANT TO BE YOUR SLUT !” I scream at the top of my lungs I can feel the knot about to pop “F-FUCK YOUR SUCH A DIRTY LITTLE SLUT YOU WANT ME TO CUM IN YOUR TIGHT LITTLE WHORE PUSSY!” He moans “SUCH A DIRTY SLUT FUCKING A MAN YOU MET TWO HOURS AGO AND ALREADY ASKING ME TO PUT BABIES INSIDE OF YOU!” He shouts as I let out a scream it was like everything stopped my mind went blank all I could think about was how good daddy’s cock felt inside of my slutty little pussy.

I hear Vinnie start to pant “I’m gonna-I’m-I’m CUMMING” he yells as he grabs my boobs and falls into my neck his hot breath on my neck. I wrap my arms around his waist and I start to rub his back “thank you, Vinnie.” He starts laughing “I should be thanking you I don’t think my dick will get hard for another woman ever again.” I laugh and give him a tight hug “you know I don’t actually think you're a whore right “ I look at him and smile “well I would hope not considering you had sex with a complete stranger too” I kiss him on the lips “will you go on a date with me y/n?” I smile at him “yes, absolutely I would love to!” He chuckles and kisses my lips “I never thought I was gonna meet you, or be going in a date with you. let alone have sex with you AND cum inside of you all in the same day, life is full of surprises” he says with a big smile. I smile back at him before kissing him once more and getting comfortable “will you take a nap with me?” “Yea of course my sweet girl.” Vinnie says with a kiss on the head.

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itsadamcole · 4 years

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pre-show ritual

fem!reader x kyle o’reilly

Kyle goes to visit reader in her locker room before his match. After a little teasing, courtesy of the reader, her and Kyle have their own little pre-show ritual that doesn’t include the other UE boys ...

word count: 1.8k+

warnings: light teasing, sex in a semi-public area (dressing room), smut

— idk what made me this of this but here we go. also, kyle with his title guitar makes me smile every time so you’re welcome —

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Y/H/C = your hair color

~ 18+ content below - read at your own risk ~

You are sitting in your private dressing room, getting dressed to walk with your boyfriend, Kyle O’Reilly, to the ring for his match.

The outfit you’re planning on wearing is a little more revealing than what you’d usually wear, but not my much. Usually, you’d wear a nice t-shirt and pants or a skirt. Today, you decide to take a risk.

The top you put on is a black cami crop top that hugs your chest. You pair that with a high waisted, tight black mini skirt. Black lace panties cover your intimate area so you’re not going commando.

You wear black and white converse sneakers to complete the look. As you’re curling your long Y/H/C hair, there’s a knock on your dressing room door. “Come in,” you say in almost a sing-song voice.

The door opens and you look in the mirror that’s attached to your vanity to see who’s here. You see Kyle standing in the doorway.

Kyle’s dressed in his black and gold tights and boots. He’s wearing his usual Undisputed Era t-shirt and the NXT Tag Team Championship belt around his waist.

“Hey, beautiful,” Kyle says. “Can I come in?”

You nod and he closes the door after walking into your dressing room. He comes up behind you as you sit at your vanity. You let the final piece of hair go, finally finishing your hair.

Your boyfriend leans down and wraps his arms around your shoulders, hugging you. You giggle, “Hi, Kyle.”

Kyle presses a long kiss to your cheek and mumble, “You look stinning, Y/N. Is that a new outfit?”

You look in the mirror at Kyle and say, “Mhm. Very easily removable too.” He looks up at you in the mirror and you wink playfully at him.

“Always a tease, Y/N,” your boyfriend says, chuckling softly.

You turn around in Kyle’s arms and say, “You’ll just have to wait and see how easily removable this outfit is after your match with Austin Theory.” You lean up and press a quick kiss to his lips.

Kyle’s face heats up to form a light pink color on his cheeks as you pull away. He’s flustered, as he usually gets when you talk like this to him.

He says, “That’s quite an offer, Y/N.”

You wink at him again and say, “It’s always on the table, Kyle. You know that.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you, looking down at you. You meet his eyes and you see that they’re a little wide. His pupils are blown up, which you can easily see in the bright light. His face is red. “Always?” he asks.

Nodding, you say, “Mhm. Always.”

In this moment, just to tease him, you decide to fix your breasts in your crop top. You turn toward the mirror push them up to make them look a little bigger than they actually. The top is so tight that you don’t really need a bra.

“Kyle, baby,” you say with a wondering tone. “Does my chest look too big in this top?” You look at him in the mirror to find him staring at your breasts.

He waits a second before he nods slowly. “Yeah, but you look perfect no matter what, Y/N.”

Kyle loves to shower you with compliments. Especially when you’re in an outfit that’s revealing like this one is. He likes to make it very clear that he likes the outfit. No matter who’s around.

You smile and say, “Thank you, Kyle.”

Your boyfriend stands behind you and watches as you begin to do your makeup. His eyes watch you carefully as you do your foundation.

Kyle starts to run his fingers lightly through your hair.

“Kyle,” you giggle. “You’re gonna undo my curls.”

Your boyfriend says, “You have a lot more to worry about than me ruining your curls, baby.”

As you finish adding your foundation, you watch Kyle in the mirror as he walks to your dressing room door. You hear the door being locked and you turn in your seat.

“What are you doing?” you ask.

Kyle pulls off his title, resting it on the little couch in the middle of the room. You watch as he sheds his shirt. Your eyes widen as he walks back to you.

He says, “Let’s see how easily removable that outfit really is, shall we?”

Your boyfriend grabs your hand and stands you up, pressing you against your vanity. You stare up at Kyle as he looks you up and down.

Kyle’s fingers trace the low neck of the cami crop top you’re wearing before he slips those fingers in the waistband of your skirt.

In one movement, Kyle roughly pulls down the skirt. “Kyle!” you say, giggling. “You could’ve ripped it!”

He lifts you up and sits you on the vanity desk. Kyle stands between your legs and his fingers run up and down your thighs.

Your hands rest on Kyle’s chest and you look him up and down. “Have I ever told you how sexy you look in your gear?” you say.

Kyle says, “Shh.”

“Make me,” you say to Kyle.

A flip switches in Kyle and his lips crash to yours. You let out a soft moan as you kiss Kyle back. Your hands wander up into Kyle’s short hair.

Kyle’s fingers grip onto the bottom of your crop top and he pulls back from the kiss. He looks down and watches as he pulls off the crop top.

His eyes almost big out of his head when he sees you’re not wearing a bra. You smirk and lean back on your hands, sticking your chest out at Kyle. “Like something you see?” you tease.

Kyle nods and his lips immediately attach to your breasts. He kisses and sucks them gently. You lean your head back against the mirror and sigh softly.

Kyle’s fingers trail up your thighs to your clothed area. You gasp when he runs a finger over your panties. “Kyle, there’s no time for teasing if you want to do this,” you sigh.

He says, “Relax, baby. I can manage my time well.”

You giggle and he picks you up, holding you by your thighs as you wrap your legs around his waist. He walks over to the couch in the small room, laying you on your back on the furniture.

Kyle’s lips are on yours again, moving kind of roughly. His fingers dip into waistband of your panties and he starts to pull them off.

You start to take off his tights but before you get them completely off, Kyle moves away from you and says, “Someone’s in a hurry.” He smirks.

“It’s not my fault you’re so hot that I can’t resist you,” you say, biting your bottom lip as you look up at him.

Kyle laughs as he finishes your job of taking off his tights, leaving his boots on. You lick your lips as his erect member pops out of his tights. You reach out to take him in your hand and he lets you.

You sit up as Kyle is on his knees between your legs. You lick his tip then swirl your tongue around it before sliding him in your mouth. You move your head, sucking occasionally.

Kyle sighs and groans as you suck him. He loves when you do this. He loves your mouth around him. He has since day one.

While you have his member in your mouth, his fingers slide between your slick folds, making you moan around him.

“Baby, you keep doing that and we won’t be getting to the main event before my match,” he says.

You pull back from him, using your hand to pump him as you say, “Then fuck me already, Kyle.”

He smirks and says, “With pleasure.”

Kyle pushes you onto your back and moves so he’s hovering over you. He looks down and positions his very hard member at your entrance.

You move your hips so he slides into you with ease. You both moan softly and your hands slide into his hair.

He begins to thrust into you, shallowly and softly at first. He holds himself up by putting his hands on the arm of the couch, which is behind your head.

You lean your head up to kiss him, moaning into the kiss as Kyle begins to move faster and deeper into you.

Kyle takes one of his hands and rubs your clit as he moves. You moan louder as you are pulled closer and and closer to your pending orgasm.

You move your hips slightly and he goes deeper into you. You moan louder and Kyle’s fingers speed up as they rub your clit. Your nails dig into his back and you slide your fingers down a bit.

“Kyle,” you gasp.

His lips attach to your neck and he mumbles, “I love you.” He sucks gently, definitely leaving a mark on your skin.

You smile and sigh as he moves. He always finds a way to tell you he loves you during sex. It makes you so happy when he does. It’s like he does it all the time, almost to make sure that you know that he loves you.

You both reach your climaxes at the same time. You release around him and his comes inside of you.

Kyle lays on top of you. Both of you breathing heavily. Kyle’s face is still in your neck as you catch your breath. You wrap your arms around his neck.

“You’re so amazing. You always make me feel so good,” you praise Kyle as you leave soft kisses to the top of his head. “I’m so in love with you.”

Kyle smiles against your neck. You run your fingers through his short hair as you both lay on the couch, recovering from the round of sex you just had with Kyle.

About five minutes later, someone knocks on your dressing room door. Adam Cole calls, “Kyle! It’s match time. Come on. You’re on in five.”

That’s when the two of you finally get up to get dressed.

As you get dressed and finish your makeup quickly, Kyle says, “You’re right. That outfit is easily removable.”

You giggle and turn toward Kule. His eyes land on the mark on your neck that’s mostly covered by your hair. You say, “I’m showing everyone who I belong to.”

Kyle licks his bottom lip and smirks at you. He asks, “Can that be our pre-show ritual after I’m done with the guys?”

You giggle and nod, walking over to Kyle. You kiss him gently and say, “Of course. Is your blood sugar level okay?”

He nods and says, “It feels okay. I feel fine.”

“Alright,” you say. “Good.”

He puts his title on his waist and you leave the dressing room.

Adam, Roddy, and Bobby all stand outside the dressing room. Kyle walks up behind you, taking your hand.

“Can the two of you please remember that the walls are not that thick and we could hear you down the hallway,” Bobby says.

Your face heats up and you hide in Kyle’s chest. He laughs and wraps his arms around your shoulders. “Come on,” he says. “I have to go beat up Austin Theory.”

And beat up Austin Theory he does. In seconds.

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>> Darling << part 4 ➭ harry tequila always wins

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warnings: smut, alcohol, cursing, and maybe some second-hand embarrassment

authors note: if you started reading this fic over a year ago and are here for by far the latest update ever thank you deserve a gold star. lets hope the next update wont take me so long. buckle up boys and girls, it’s a long one.. hope u like it xx

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December 3rd, 2021

To be a great business woman meant you also needed to be a great sociallite.

Parties were being held nearly every weekend here in New York by the wealthy business men and woman. And with it becoming a younger crowd year by year, the parties got bigger and better. Tonight’s theme was a white out party. You suppose it worked out well as the first snowfall of the year hits the city the very same night.

It’s no surprise that your stylist outdid herself. You wore a bralette styled top, high waisted white pants, white heels, and of course a flare of your extra self with a white faux fur jacket. With your freshly highlighted hair blown out by the cold winter wind and a dark red lip, you knew you were the hottest one to walk into the party. The long stares from both men and woman told you so too.

Upon your arrival, you waste no time give your very expensive jacket to coat check before making your way to the bar. The alluring feel to be all wide eyed and enjoy these parties were long over for you. No, instead you needed nice buzz to actually make it through any of these events.

“You look amazing tonight,” a fellow business woman from Westbrook Atlantic grins as you approach an awaiting group.

“Thank you,” you smile, “crazy how it’s snowing today, right?”

The handful of people you had the attention of all nod and give you the usual fake-interested look you were getting used to now. But then suddenly their gaze all fall to the new addiction to the group. Looking to your left, you see you won’t be avoiding Harry tonight.

He had spotted you and made his choice of socializing tonight it seems. You roll your eyes as everyone asks Harry about his newest deal. Stupid deal may you say, he was going to lose a shit ton of money in the end result.

“You’ve made better choices,” you state with a tight smile before bringing your drink to your lips.

“Oh really?” He challenges you, raising a brow.

“Yeah, I met with Vanessa just last month actually. Sure she’s got the assets but does she really have the brain to carry out such a deal she proposed?” You say.

Harry catches onto your play of words immediately, the others around maybe not so much. While they have questions, Harry simply gives you the slightest glare. If he really expected you to be the same girl who shut up and agreed with him while around business talks, he was sadly mistaken.

You didn’t see the harm in poking some fun at him. This Vanessa girl probably dressed as she did when you had her come to your office too. You didn’t think her boobs could be pushed any higher and her butt screamed fake. Something you’re sure Harry liked about her proposal. It wouldn’t surprise you if he signed with her and then fucked her right afterwards.

Anything to get his dick wet, you knew his damn ways.

“I’m not sure that’s a way for a woman in your position to be speaking of other woman in the business,” Harry says, his lips just twitching to curl up into his well known smirk. “Are you insinuating that Vanessa couldn’t hold up a good deal, because she’s a woman,” he’s playing one of his stupid games, and earning spectators around you two.

“That’s not at all-”

“You’d think that you’d be jumping at the opportunity to help woman in this business, not to try and tear them down,”

“I’d say the same thing if it was a lousy man giving me the same proposal that she did,” you state through gritted teeth.

How could he start such a conversation? He knew damn well that the people around the two of you would start rumours off any little lie he made up. He also knew that you once scolded him for the very same thing. Back when you worked for him. You always knew a part of him didn’t think a woman could handle any serious CEO business - but you also proved him wrong each and every day.

“Quite the statements you’ve made tonight, miss,” Harry smirks, “I should go speak with Mr Griffen, please, excuse me.”

And then he’s wondering off. Not before turning to look over his shoulder at you with that same devious smirk on his face. He knew what he had done, planned it rather quickly on the spot too.

You didn’t get a chance to talk to Harry again the whole night. No, instead you were playing damage control to the mess that Harry started at the beginning of the night. Woman were coming up to you, bickering your ear off about how disrespectful you could be for saying a woman didn’t have the brains for this business. Then you’d have to repeat over and over again your apology for the misunderstanding Harry had of your words. And as you did this, Harry always stood a fair distance away that he could catch your gaze every few moments.

And now here you were at the end of what had to have been the least fun you’ve ever had at an event before.

You’re tipping your head back and feeling the burn of liquor drain down your throat. It was unlike you to do a ton of shots though, in fact you’ve only gotten truly wasted three whole times in your life. And that’s what you were planning on doing, getting so freaking wasted that you’d forget about the horror of a night tonight turned into. You think back on the other times you’ve gotten wasted in your short life time.

The first time was at the fresh age of 16, Peter McDonald had stole a bottle of some brown substance and brought it over to some party - letting you grip the neck of it for most of the night. Thing was, it was your first party you ever attended. You didn’t know when to put the bottle down.

Plus, Peter was just trying to get into your pants.

Too bad you puked all over them before the night was over and ended up being yelled at by your parents for days on end over the whole ordeal.

The other 2 times were because of the very reason you knew you were downing your fifth shot in the past ten minutes. His green eyes taunting you from across the bar. Why hadn’t he left yet? You think as you glare at him. A shiver runs across your skin as another shot of tequila burns down your throat.

“Give me another, Darren,” you order the bartender the moment you shot glasses hits the bar top.

Flashbacks to the first time you had legally gotten black out drunk came flooding back as the familiar middle aged bartender poured you another shot of tequila.

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December 14th, 2018

“I need this,” you say. It sounded like you were trying to convince yourself as you stared at the reflection staring back at you.

“Babe, you like so need this,” your best friend, and roommate, Samantha states from where the bathroom she’s currently made a mess up while getting ready.

You really freaking needed this night out on the town with your girls. Breanne and Chelsea were meeting you two at the club, the three of them had this master plan of begging you to come but after the first month of working for Harry had passed by - you needed this. So you did yourself up, curling your hair and putting on maybe a bit too much highlighter. Samantha let you borrow her newest black lace bodysuit - clearly meant to be a piece of sexy lingerie.

You wondered if Harry liked lingerie.

Shaking your head slightly, you focus back on your reflection as you touch up your lipstick. Before sliding it into the front pocket of your leather material pants. On second thought, you take out the lipstick seeing as the pants were too tight for anything to really fit in the pockets. So you open your closet and find the small white purse you kept hidden away for nights like this.

“Okay, Bre and Chels are like hailing a cab down now so we should leave soon too in order to meet up in line together,” Samantha explains, eyes cast down on her phone before looking up. Her eyes go wide at the sight of you all dressed up. “Or maybe we can skip the line all together if you just like pout those pretty lips at security,” she smiles.

“Oh shut up,” you roll your eyes and walk to where your phone was charging to unplug it and slip it into your purse. “Should I wear the boots or the open toe heels?”

“Heels, you’re already going to be cold in that top so might as well freeze your perfect little toes too,”

“My toes aren’t perfect,”

“Oh yes they are,” Samantha huffs while sipping up her thigh high boots. She went for a mini skirt and crop top look tonight, obviously looking hot as hell. Didn’t take much effort from her though.

“Ok you perv,” you chuckle.

Samantha laughs along with you and within minutes you’re both downstairs making minimal effort in hailing down a cab. Of course Samantha makes another comment about how your “hotness” got them a cab right away on this busy Friday evening in New York. But it was New York, there was cabs everywhere you looked.

You’re flipping your hair out of your face while looking down the line at the club when someone from behind the ropes steps up to you. He’s wearing a navy suit with a white button up under - the top two buttons undone, a gold chain barely visible around his neck.

“Hey,” he says, a grin upon his face. And it’s a nice face. He must be Lebanese if you had to guess. Perfectly Styles black hair, with perfectly trimmed facial hair and piercing blue eyes.

“Hi,” you reply.

“How many are in your party, beautiful?” He slides the compliment in smoothly. You can’t help the blush that creeps to your cheeks. At this point you notice the ear piece and thin wire that is tucked nearly behind his ear before disappearing under his shirt.

“Four,” you answer with a smile.

“Perfect, I’d love to escort you in,”

“Okay,” you nod.

Samantha doesn’t waste any time grabbing onto Breanna and Chelsea and pulling them from the line, all three of them picking up their pace in order to cut in line with you. The gorgeous man smiles at you all before unhooking the rope and letting you through.

“Told you so,” Samantha is singing in your ear as you all stick close together in the buzzing club.

You quickly figure out the man that let you in is one of the managers of the establishment. He orders a round of tequila shots, then a few drinks too. At first he’s friendly to the four of you, but then he’s turned his back to your friends and is asking you questions.

“So what do you do for work?” He asks. It’s a regular old question, but one that causes your stomach to turn and heart to pick up its pace.

“Um, I’m an assistant for a pretty big businessman I guess,” you answer with a shrug before bringing your drink to your lips and taking a generous sip.

“Oh nice,” he smiles, “do you like it?”

“Uh, yeah, sure,” you stumble on your answer, eyes drifting over his shoulder to where your three friends were now taking shots with some other girls.

“Suppose work isn’t a great talking subject for you, huh?” The man teases. “Did you want another shot?”

You nod, giving him a tight smile before he waves over the bartender again. Just as your tipping your head back, the manager seems to be called away as he presses a few fingers to his left ear in order to hear what’s being said into the earpiece in his right ear. Next thing you know he’s telling the bartender to put your drinks on his tab, brushing back your hair off your shoulder gently to whisper into your ear.

“Enjoy your night off, hopefully you’ll stick around long enough for me to escort you out,” he says, leaning back to give you a wink before he’s slipping away from you at the bar and into the crowd.

“Did you get his number?” Breanna asks as the three of your friends walk up to you.

“No,” you shrug and slowly let the corner of your lips curl upwards, “but I got our drinks covered for the night,”

“Oh my god!” Chelsea shouts, her mouth wide open in shock.

“That’s it, you’re coming out with us all the time now, you hot bitch,” Breanna exclaims before pushing her chest into the bar, her breasts nearly spilling right out of the top she’s wearing, as she waves down a bartender. “We’ll get eight tequila shots, please,” she shouts out with a grin.

“Oh, we’re so getting wasted tonight,” Chelsea smiles, pulling up her phone to take a video of the bartender pouring the shots - of course turning the camera to you after, causing you to giggle and hide your face.

“You need this, Y/N,” Samantha repeats her words from earlier in the night, “you’ve been working like a damn dog, now let’s let loose and enjoy this night,”

After downing the two tequila shots each, Chelsea is leading the way to the dance floor. The thumping of the bass, with the crazy light show and within seconds you can feel all those shots you just took. You’re jumping up and down, grabbing onto Samantha’s shoulder to shout out the lyrics of the song playing around you. And for almost two hours, you never once think of Harry.

That is until you’re sitting alone in a booth, pulling your phone out for the first time tonight to see a ton of messages from your boss - and your potential booty call? No, you tell yourself as you read the texts.

Harry: I need you to change my schedule for next weekend, clear all meetings. I will still take phone calls.

Harry: I also need my dry cleaning picked up before noon tomorrow.

Harry: Coffee and breakfast by 7.

Harry: And don’t wear any underwear.

Harry: Hello?

Harry: Y/N look at your damn phone.

Harry: Call me right when you get these messages.

You sigh before typing away at your screen.

Y/N: I don’t think I’m fit to call you at this moment, Mr Styles..

Harry: What do you mean by that? And why are ignoring my texts?

Y/N: I mean that I am currently unable to talk on the phone. Not in the best state of mind for a quick chat with my boss.

Harry: What the hell do you mean?

Harry: Are you drunk?

You rolls your eyes at your screen. Before you can even type out your response, Harry has sent another message.

Harry: Where are you?

Y/N: it’s none of your business actually

Harry: Actually it is completely my business, if you value your damn job I suggest you tell me what the hell you think you’re doing.

Y/N: I’m just living my life Harry. Let me live.

And with that, you slide your phone back into your purse. Your hearts racing as you stare across the booth. A hiccup passes your lips. Then all of a sudden you don’t feel so good. Slipping out from the booth you push your way past the people in VIP to get to the bathrooms. Once the door of the stall is shut behind you, you’re leaning over the toilet and taking deep breathes. Nothing comes up, thank god, but it was a close call.

Maybe that feeling in your stomach wasn’t the threat of tequila coming back up. Maybe it was because you just told off your freaking boss.

You groan and lean your head back against the cool metal of the stall. Tequila made you do some dumb shit.

You don’t remember how long you stood in the stall before someone knocking and asking if you’re alright. Then you’re back in the VIP section and unable to find any of your friends. Pulling out your cell phone, you go to unlock it and call up Samantha but instead you’re bombarded by incoming calls from Mr Harry Styles.

“And somehow you look just as stunning with a frown on your face,” you turn at the voice of the bar manager. “What’s got you frowning?” He asks, stepping up in front of you now.

“I-I don’t know where my friends are and my stupid boss is bugging me,” you explain, not even realizing that you’re pouting afterwards.

“I could check the cameras for your friends, if you wanted to come to the back with me?” He’s peering at you through his lashes. Something that maybe a couple hours ago you’d find sexy, and maybe you would go to the back with him for a quick fuck. But now all you could picture was Harry’s stupid green eyes and stupid stupid face.

“I think I’m going to go home,” and with that statement you turn on your heels to head out of this place. Only you seem to have forgotten in your foggy drunken state just how unstable you are, falling forward straight onto the floor.

“Shit,” the manager cursed as he kneels down beside you. “Are you okay?”

“I’m fine,” you grumble while brushing your hands on your thighs, leaning back on your feet as you sat on the dirty bar floor. Suppose these pants were trash now, you think while looking at the scuffed material at your knees.

“Here, let me help you find a cab,”

“I need another shot,” you order while taking his hands and getting back to your feet.

“I think you’ve had enough-“

“No,” you snap, “I need another damn shot now,”

“Okay,” he nods and leads you to the bar instead.

Maybe it’s the powerful tone you used. Or maybe it’s cause he still wants to fuck you. But the bar manager nods and leads you to the bar once again. One shot turns into two as you try to blur out the thoughts of Harry. God where did Samantha go? You think while glancing around the club.

“I’ve got to go back to work,” the bar manager tries again. You sigh and close your eyes, resting your chin in the palm of your hand as your elbow rests on the sticky bar top. “Keep an eye on her,” he says to the bartender.

It doesn’t take long before another guy is slide up next to you. He’s cute, got that typical ‘I’ll fuck you then never talk to you again’ hair cut that’s shaved at the sides and long at the top. Clean shaved and sporting a coy smile.

“Dance with me,” he say.

You’re about to grab ahold of his hand and let him lead the way when you suddenly recognize Breanna and Chelsea walking towards you. A grin spreads across your face at the sight of your friends.

“Hey!” You shout while wrapping them both in for a hug.

The fuckboy seems to get the clue you’ve lost interest in him and walks off without you. It’s probably for the best, you’d look like an outright fool trying to dance all sexy out there. Tequila made for some sloppy dancing from you.

“We’re about to head out,” Breanna states, rubbing your back which brings a soft smile from you.

“Have you seen Samantha?” You ask.

“Not since she started making out with that guy back on the dance floor,” Breanna says.

“Pretty sure she left with him,” Chelsea adds.

“Nice,” you smirk and lean your head on Breanna’s shoulder. “Well, I for one had a ton of fun with you girls tonight,” you’re shouting out the words with maybe a bit too much excitement. Breanna and Chelsea laugh, hugging you once more before asking if you were ok by yourself.

You had hope a certain gorgeous bar manager would be making his way back to the VIP section.

After your friends have left, you’re walking back to the bar and leaning over it slightly as you go on your tip toes in order to get the bartenders attention. He’s watching you in between pouring a few shots for some other customers. Then as your pushing your cleavage together he’s resting both hands on either side of where you were leaning towards him, head tilting up with a smirk.

“You’re trouble,” he states, voice much lower than you expected. He’s hot. Like slightly older guy kinda hot. He’s got a nice moustache, a few lines around his grey eyes. Hell, he’s like really hot for his age - you think while biting down on your bottom lip.

“Maybe,” you counter back. “I’d like another shot of tequila, please,” you order with a smile while slowly leaning back from the bar.

The bartender doesn’t move at first, instead his eyes are drinking you in. Suppose this bodysuit - or lingerie or whatever - was really working for you. Then all of a sudden his grey eyes flicker over your shoulder. He stiffen immediately, then stands up straight and tall. What in the world-

“Actually she won’t be having any more tequila,” you could recognize that voice anywhere. Harry was here. Like right here, stepping up beside you in the same suit he was wearing earlier today. The same suit you had your hands wrapped around as he fucked you in the janitors closet. “Seems you’ve given her enough tonight Darren,” Harry adds with a dark look to the bartender.

“Um, no,” you pipe up, leaning back over the bar quickly to grasp the bartender - Darren’s attention. “Tequila, now,” you demand this time.

Darren looks from you, back to Harry, then back to you again to give you a small smile. And then he’s walking away. What the hell, you think.

“What are you doing here?” You question, turning a bit too quickly to face Harry as you sway a little bit. Harry reacts by grabbing your arm to settle your drunken movements. You shrug from his grasp right away. Seems Harry doesn’t like it, eyes narrowing in at you before his hand is back by his side.

“I’m here to take you home, think you’ve had enough fun tonight,” he says the word fun with more of an angry tone.

“No,”

“No?” Harry raises an eyebrow at you.

“Yes, no,” you say while lifting your chin up.

“Not making a lot of sense, darling,” he mutters. You notice how his jaw is clenched, eyes hard before they wander around the VIP section.

He seems to find who or whatever he’s looking for as he takes a few steps behind you. This is your chance, you think with a smile as you turn back to the bartender and flip your hair from your face. He’s standing back in front of you as you give him a wave.

“Tequila, please,” you sing.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea-“

“Look, Denis,” you pause as your eyes narrow into small slits. “If you don’t pour me another double shot of tequila so I can continue on with my night, I will make your life a living hell,”

“Put the claws away, Y/N,” Harry’s back standing behind you. “No more to drink, you’re leaving now,”

“No!” You shout at him as you turn to face him maybe a bit too quickly. Your stomach sloshing at the movements. “You’re not the boss of me,” you add.

“Actually, I am,” he smirks. Bastard, you think as you glare at him. “Put her tab on my card, Darren,” Harry says, his eyes not leaving yours as he places his credit card on the bar.

“The manager was covering my tab tonight,” you state, lips curling up into a smirk to match his.

“Actually, I fired him,”

“Fired? What do you think you just own this whole damn city?” You question, crossing your arms at your chest.

“Well, I do own this club,” Harry says, “so, yes, he’s fired,”

“Bullshit,” you roll your eyes as the anger seems to be rolling off you now. Your drunk was no more happy all thanks to your crazy boss.

“Thank you,” Harry says to Darren as he takes back his card, eyes skimming the receipt briefly. “Jesus, were you trying to drink yourself to bloody stupidity?” he asks before shoving the receipt into his pocket.

“Well my friends were with me, so like they had some drinks too obviously,” you shrug and lean back against the bar.

“Where are your friends now?”

You shrug again and find yourself watching him through your blurring vision. Didn’t matter how many men here tried to make a move. Harry Styles was by far the hottest most sexy of them all. Maybe it was a good call to not have another shot of tequila so you could fuck the-

Your thoughts are cut short as you feel sick suddenly. Running past Harry, you push open the bathroom door, locking the first open stall in sight before clasping to your knees and throwing up into the toilet bowl. Your ears are ringing as you barely make out the sounds in the bathroom around you. Some girl is shouting, then your heads in the toilet again as you gag out more contents of your stomach.

“Y/N,” Harry’s voice is soft from the other side of the stall. You close your eyes and lean against the side of the stall, the metal was cool like it was earlier too. “Are you okay?” Harry asks.

“I’m fine, Harry,” you answer in a sarcastic tone, smiling as you look over to see his favourite YSL boots on the other side of the door.

“Unlock the door,” he orders.

You roll your eyes and stand on your wobbly heels. Placing both hands on the door, you let out a deep breath before whipping the door open and pushing passed Harry. You needed to rinse your mouth, you think while stepping up to the sink. After doing so you look up into the mirror. Your eyes find Harry in the reflection right away. He has his back to you for a few moments, shoulders rise up before falling slowly back down to his composed posture he always has. When he turns around to face you, taking the step steps towards you, you can see the anger in his eyes.

You fucked up.

“Don’t yell at me,” the words slip past your lips before you can stop them. Then suddenly you’re pouting at him too.

Damn tequila.

“I want to do a lot more than yell at you, pet,” Harry says through clenched teeth.

It’s the first time you’re alone with him now. Glancing around you notice that Harry had kicked everyone out of the bathroom. You brush your hands against your hips, the lace rough before you touch the cool leather of your pants. Harry looks at you through the reflection in the mirror, he’s towering over your figure - so close you can feel his hot breath on your neck.

“Like what?” You question, your tone once again taken over from the tequila in your system - what were you doing teasing your boss after you just threw up only moments ago?

Harry doesn’t answer - verbally. Instead he grips your hips with both his hands, his touch rough and firm, pulling your body into his. You react with a quick gasp, then he’s lifting one hand up to your throat. Harry gently squeezes, while you widen your eyes and stare at him in the mirror once again. There’s no denying how your core is pulsing between your legs. There’s also no missing the hardness pressed against your lower back. A glimpse of desire crosses Harry’s face. Lips spread into a wicked smile, his eyes hooded as they gaze back at you through the reflection.

“I want to fuck the recklessness out of you,” he speaks as though he’s craving the mere idea of it.

Harry tights his grip at your throat as his other hand snakes around to the front of your pants. There wasn’t a doubt in your mind that he would do exactly what he just stated he wanted. Harry Styles made it pretty clear over this past month that he always got what he wanted.

“I want you to know who’s the boss of you,” he continues, “I want you to stutter over my name as I show you exactly who’s the boss of you,”

A whimper gets caught in your throat as you ache to be touched. You had learnt over time that Harry had a way with his words - and he knew it too. The way he’d just simply reword something to sound more seductive in the office, it always got to you.

“I want it,” you utter the three words Harry loved the most.

He pops the button of your pants undone, sliding down the zipper before running his fingertip over the lace that was apart of your bodysuit situation. The motion causes you to quiver under his touch, you moving only results in Harry’s grip tightening - both at you throat and your hip.

You don’t even realize that you had closed your eyes as they flutter open once more and catch Harry’s dark greens in the mirror. His chest is rising and falling at a faster pace than normal. In that moment it’s almost as though you read his mind.

“Please,” you say just above a whisper.

Harry has your pants to your knees in only two swift movements, and that’s impressive considering just how tight the leather material was. He rips the material of the bodysuit just as quick, the veins in his hands pulsing as he does so, and you barely have a second to think of how upset Samantha is going to be you ripped her lingerie. Your bare bum is lifted up to the damp counter top, your hands falling back to grip on of the sinks while your head smacks back into the mirror. Harry’s hands are at his own body now, but only for a few moments as he slips his hard cock out of his pants.

Your stomach feels like giants are stomping inside, while you can hear your own pulse in your ears loud and clear. There’s no sound coming from your mouth but it’s open, maybe in shock or maybe in anticipation - you were too drunk to really know.

Harry only brushes the tip of him between your soaking slits once before he’s pushing himself into you - hard. You gasp, a burning feeling overcoming you between your legs. But then he’s moving, fast, pounding into you in quick hard meaningful thrusts. With each thrust a gasp escapes your lips. Harry moves a hand back to your throat, which you react by leaning back more in order to give his hand more room to choke you. The warm feeling in the pit of your stomach grows quick as Harry fucks you hard on the bathroom sink.

You lose it when he rubs your clit, not soft in any way, no he wants to get your release out of the way almost. And when your body is pulsing under his touch, waves of your orgasm rippling through your entire body, he slips out of you completely and flips your body so your stomach is flat against the counter. Harry positions himself between your legs again before entering your warm wet cunt. You moan at the sensitive feeling as he fucks you some more.

Lifting your head, you meet your own glassy eyes first. Glassy from the drinks you��ve downed tonight, and from the pleasure you’re feeling right in this moment now. Just has Harry’s thrusts begin to slow, you raise your gaze to look at him instead. What a sight, you think as his eyes are closed and his mouth is open. Within seconds you feel him finish inside of you. Warm and oozing between your thighs as he slips out slowly.

You shut your eyes for a moment as you focus on your breathing. This was by far the quickest fuck you and Harry have had. Maybe even the roughest. And it was definitely hot. God, just thinking about how his hand felt around your throat made you want to pull him in for another round.

“Pull up your pants,” Harry demands.

Your eyes flutter open, meeting Harry’s serious eyes. Standing on wobbling feet, you reach for your pants and pull them up to your hips again. You have to tuck in the ends of the bodysuit, while you could still feel the wetness between your thighs. Suppose Harry didn’t feel like helping you clean up today.

“Where are your keys?” Harry’s questions causes you to turn and look at where he stood now. He was by the stall, going through your purse.

“My roommate has them,” you answer.

“And she is where?”

“I, I don’t know,” you reply sheepishly. Eyes cast down to the floor as you realize you’ve made yourself look like even a biggest fool in front of Harry.

“Suppose you can stay at mine,” Harry mutters.

You nod while brushing your hands through your hair. There was this feeling at the pit of your stomach. Tonight was gone to absolute shit. Harry was going to fire you. Let you sleep at his house, and then fire you tomorrow morning. There was no way in hell any of your behaviour was acceptable tonight. How you told him off, ignored his messages, and then somehow managed to fuck him in the public washroom. Your thoughts are running a million miles an hour as Harry leads the way from the bathroom to where he had a car waiting for the two of you outside the club.

Harry doesn’t speak in the car. So neither do you. In fact the cool feeling of the window against your cheek causes you to close your eyes and nearly doze off to sleep. But you’re still aware of the situation you’re currently in, so you force yourself to stay awake till you got into whatever sleeping arrangement Harry had for you.

You steal one glance at Harry during the car ride. The lights from the city night casting into the car and lighting up his high feature of his face. He’s got his knuckles pressed against his lips, something he did while in deep thought quite often, you had taken note of it over the past while now. His eyes are focused forward, but you know he’s zoned out in whatever thoughts are clouding his head. Maybe it was how he was going to fire you tomorrow. You open your mouth for only a second, thinking of slipping out a quick apology, but instead you press them tightly closed once more and look back out the window beside you. Right now you wanted nothing more than to go to sleep and get rid of this foggy feeling all that tequila gave you.

“You can sleep in the guest bedroom, first door on the left down that way.” Harry states, pointing to the hallway at your left as the private elevator for his penthouse opens up.

Harry walks out into the open concept quick. Obviously over the wow factor his home held. It was stunning. The living room, dining room, and kitchen were all one big room. Floor to high ceiling windows across from the wall with the elevator gave him and his guests the best view of the city you could ever imagine. It was decorated with minimalist taste, only greys and blacks - absolutely no colour besides the deep chestnut wood of the floors beneath your feet. You especially liked the dark cabinets and granite that complimented his kitchen beautifully. Harry’s standing at the biggest stainless steel fridge you’ve ever seen.

He closes it and has one bottle of water and one bottle of blue Gatorade in his hand. You begin walking to where he is now, impressed by the appliances in the kitchen. He had a freaking high quality espresso machine that you’ve seen in a Starbucks.

“Drink this when you wake up,” Harry says. He meets your eyes for the first time since leaving the club. “There should be Advil in the cupboard of the en suite too. And drink some of this before you go to sleep,” he orders while placing the Gatorade down first and then the water bottle.

“I know how to help a hangover, Harry,” you state, “I was once in university, you know,”

“I do know,” he nods, “was just thinking you spend that time and all those student loans on your education, not partying,”

“I didn’t always party,” you mutter under your breath. Harry stares at you across the island that you stood on the other side of it. “I just, I needed to let loose and have some fun tonight. I’m sorry that I got you involved in my personal bullcrap of a night,” you finally say half of whats heavy on your chest.

Harry nods once. Then his eyes fall to where a clock was in the kitchen. You follow his gaze and catch sight of the time too. It was nearing 2 in the morning now. A yawn escapes your lips.

“Have a good sleep, darling,” Harry says softly before he’s walking out of the open room and down one of the two hallways.

Sadly he walks down the other hallway, opposite to the one he directed you to where the bed you’d be sleeping in was. You imagine sharing a bed with Harry again like you had the one time back at the hotel, the first time you two had had sex. Since that night you hadn’t fallen asleep beside him since. He fucked you at the office, in the back of cars, and even in the bathroom of a club now.

You ignore these thoughts and grab the two bottles that Harry had gotten for you before finding the bedroom you’d be sleeping in. There was nothing more you wanted right now than to get under the blanket and sleep. Well, maybe you wanted this night to have never happened - then you would be able to sleep peacefully knowing your job wasn’t about to be done for.

The next morning you woke up to the sun shining in your eyes. The first thing that you notice as you sit up are how your clothes that you had left on the floor are now gone. Then your head begins to pound, letting out a deep breath you reach for the Gatorade. But sitting beside it is a note.

‘come into the office whenever you start feeling better- Harry’

You throw up in the shower. It’s not by any means your best moment, but it happens, and after getting nice and clean - in one of the greatest showers ever - you walk back out to the bedroom. Harry’s guest bedroom. Your bosses guest freaking bedroom. You shake your head at yourself and turn to see another note tapped to the closet door.

‘got you a few things to chose from - Harry’

He was buying you clothes after last night? You sigh and open the door to reveal the decent sized walk in, you couldn’t imagine what the master bedroom was like if this was only a guest bedroom. Inside you see a few items hung in the otherwise empty closet, as well as a pair of shoes sitting on the floor neatly.

There’s two dresses and a blouse and skirt hung up. All tags say Gucci on them, which honestly makes your head spin just thinking of how much they are worth but it could also be the killer hangover you were nursing while sipping on the Gatorade Harry had gotten for you last night. With little to no want to even be standing right now, you grab for the first hanger and put the simple cream colour dress with green and red stripes on. It zips completely up the front, from bottom to top. Suppose Harry would like the easy access of this dress, you think. Too bad he would no longer be your boss after the crap you put him through last night.

There’s no underwear, that should be noted, but you’re not really that surprised that Harry hadn’t gotten you any sort of under garments at all. He wasn’t a fan of underwear at all really. You decide to throw your hair up as it’s still a bit damp, then you find your purse and walk to the bedroom door. The heels click against the hardwood flooring while you walk to the large open concept living space of Harry’s home.

He’s not home, obviously, hence the first note you had read this morning. Going into the office so early on a Saturday only meant that things were just as busy as ever - business didn’t even stop for the holidays. You take another generous sip of the Gatorade and check your phone for the time.

Suppose it’s better to get this over with, you think. It was only 8 in the morning, only an hour later than when you’d typically head into work. You ignore the text messages from your friends, only making sure there wasn’t any new ones from Harry. There isn’t. You let out another sigh and head towards the elevator that’s inside Harry’s house. Because who doesn’t have a private elevator right? You take in the view one last time with a longing look - you wanted this view. You wanted this life. And yet you managed to fuck up your only passage into this lifestyle by drinking far too much tequila and fucking your boss. Your professors would be so proud.

“Miss,” you recognize Harry’s driver as you enter the lobby. He’s waiting for you it seems, standing from one of the couches as you walk towards him. “Mr Styles has told me to take you into work this morning,” he states.

“Well,” you pause, swallowing back the threat of vomiting for the third time this morning. “Let’s get going then,” you say with a tight smile.

You nearly fall asleep on the short ride to the Styles Enterprises building. Harry’s driver opens the door for you, which you simply give him a smile and short thank you in return. Maybe he’d like to give you a ride home to your crap apartment after, stop by a few cafes on the way home to find a new job too. You let out a sigh and ignore the rest of the people around the building that do recognize you.

This was by far one of the worst hangovers of your life, you think while finishing the rest of the Gatorade and tossing the bottle in the bin under your desk. Harry’s office door is closed. As it always is. Checking the calendar on your desk, you make sure he’s not in a meeting or on an important call. There’s nothing written down, so you drop your purse off and walk to the large doors.

“Come in,” Harry calls from inside after you knock.

He’s sitting at his desk, his back straight as a board as he types away whatever business stuff he had to attend to at this hour. God you were too hungover for this. You stop only a foot in front of his desk and wait for him to look up. It takes only a few breaths before Harry’s gaze falls to you. He lets his eyes draw up the length of you, from the black heels to the mess of hair upon your head. He probably notices the few small bruises at your knees from whatever you did last night. Or maybe he notices the small red marks at your neck. You remember what those are from, 100-percent, you’d never forget it.

“Did you not read my note?” Harry questions.

“Yeah, I did,” you nod, pausing to lick your lips, “just thought I’d get this whole losing my job thing over with,”

“Losing your job?” He raises a brow, pushing his chair back a bit from the desk. You raise your eyebrows as well, tilting your head at him.

“You really expect me to believe you’re not going to fire me after what happened last night?”

“You were enjoying a night out with friends, I admit I was being pushy with my text messages,” Harry says as he stands from his desk. You stay silent at his words. You rarely hear Harry ever admit he’s wrong. In fact you can’t think of a time, work related or not. It may also be because your brain’s working a bit slower this morning.

“You’re being serious?” You ask, “I’m not fired?”

You watch Harry’s every step as he makes his way around his desk and towards you. There’s not missing how your heart rate picks up again. Damn him, you think. He looked so good today in his grey suit and baby blue shirt. The top two buttons were undone which makes you think he must really be having a tough morning. You wonder how you can help.

“Miss, if you could get me another coffee, and make sure my next weekend is freed up,” Harry says.

“Of course,” you nod.

Harry reaches forward, the backs of his fingers gently touching the marks at your neck. You hold your breath. He blinks slowly, eyes still on them as he probably recalls last night in the bathroom. Then he’s reaching up to your hair, tugging at the elastic that was keeping it up. You reach up to help, letting your hair down.

“Maybe it’s best to keep your hair down, darling,” he says, a sly smile curling at his mouth.

“Right,” you breathe out.

Harry’s so close. So close that you can’t help but look down at his lips.

“Coffee, please,” he smiles.

You nod again and turn to walk out of his office. And maybe stop by the woman’s washroom to empty out your stomach yet again this morning. The mere thought of vomiting makes you feel even more sick.

“Y/N,” Harry calls. You turn back around, lifting your brows as you fear opening your mouth would resulting in vomit ending up on the floor of Harry’s office. “Make sure your calendar is clear for next weekend too, you’ll be joining me” he exclaims.

“Sorry?”

“Is there an issue?” Harry questions, his eyes barely raise from where they were looking down at some papers in his hands.

“It’s nothing, just had some plans-”

“Another night with tequila?”

“No-”

“Good, then cancel your plans. Or I’ll think about that whole you losing your job thing again,” Harry says. You can only nod before you turn away and walk out of his office.

These past 24 hours have been the wildest of your entire life, you’re sure of it. You try to forget about it all as you sit at your desk and begin to clear Harry’s schedule for the upcoming weekend. What for? Well that was the burning question now, seeing as you were to join him. You hoped it was to travel somewhere nice - you could enjoy Hawaii in December.

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December 3rd 2021

You catch sight of Harry in the thinning crowd of the night. Though you hadn’t done much socializing after trying to cover yourself from the load of crap Harry started earlier in the night. While Harry had been buttering up anyone and everyone. You especially didn’t like the attention he was giving that blonde, her hair looked fake for Godsake.

“Lovely coat,” Harry says as he steps up in front of you.

“Oh shut it, before I kick you out of my club,” you spit back. All these drinks in your system meant you didn’t have the time to put up with him right now. Truthfully you just wanted Michael to get here and bring you home.

“Such a petty move, by the way, buying this bar,” he states, eyes wandering around the room.

“Thought that bar manager deserved his job back after your jealousy got him fired after all,” you ramble back at him, tightening your coat at your chest as the front doors open a few feet away from you. “Besides, you put it on the market, I just saw a good business opportunity,” you add.

“Questionable statements, all of them,” Harry says.

You don’t have a response. So instead you press your lips together tightly, eyeing Harry for the millionth time tonight. God you wanted nothing more than to hit him. Maybe you’d hire someone to do it. A few ideas came to mind as big bold letters reading ‘PAYBACK’ flashed through your head. You pull your mouth up to a smirk, crossing your arms at your chest now.

“I didn’t realize we were going to be playing these games so soon, Styles,” you say.

“Thought you knew the business by now, darling,” Harry’s smirk matches yours. It was like fighting fire with fire. And you loved it.

“Oh you taught me plenty about this side of the business, don’t you worry,” you say, taking one stop forward and bringing your fingers up to the collar of his white dress shirt. You smooth your fingers slowly over the material a few times. “I’ll play dirty,” you pause and lean towards him till your lips brush against his ear, “if that’s what you want,” you say.

You think for only a second that you’d stunned him to silence. But you never had the upper hand. A gasp pushes passed your lips as he places a hand at your lower back and presses you flesh against his front. Turning your head, you meet his gleaming eyes and devious smile.

“You’ve always know exactly how dirty I like it, darling,” he says.

He’s only close for a few seconds. As you’re too tipsy to push away immediately - or maybe too turned on. Either way, you give him a quick look before bringing your hands to his shoulders and pushing away from his hold. There’s no more words to be exchanged, you think as you walk to the front doors and find Michael standing there with the door open waiting for you. You don’t miss the questioning look in his eyes.

“Take me home, Michael,” you hiss at him.

Of course, you’re not angry at him. Oh no, it’s the mischievous green eyed bastard of a man that has managed to weasel his way back into your life - even after all the damage he’s done to you.

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shineesltm · 4 years

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i was tagged by @dnceracha thank you my love <33

i’ll tag @allofmylovelove @joohoneyonehunnit @jaeyongf @confetti-cake-key @demonkyun and anyone else who wants to !

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold

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dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

gold jewelry, slowdancing in the kitchen with a lover, sun on skin, red-tinted lip balm, lazy mornings, getting lost in foreign cities, scent of bakeries, high-waisted jeans, kissing someone’s neck, writing reminders on your wrist, sleeping in braids to have waves in the morning, growing an herb garden, gentle touches, sketches tucked between pages, flushed cheeks, tandem bikes, floating in a pool, vintage gold hand-mirror, deer grazing, softly singing while doing chores

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

scxrlettwxtches

listening to a song and remembering the times you used to listen to it on repeat | imagining yourself living in any other life than the one you have now | crop tops and high waisted jeans | forgetting to smile but not actually being upset | nuzzling your face in the crook of their neck | back hugs when you’re stressed | turning in assignments 1 minute before they’re due | wanting a relationship but getting scared the moment you’re in one | pretending that you don’t care when inside you’re burning with doubts and fears | the sound of the evening waves as you lie on the sand | lying in your bed listening to your sad playlist | exhaustion but you can’t sleep | singing loudly when you’re the only one home | feeling safe and comfortable with that person in your life | knee high suede black boots with your black winter coat | comfort over appearance | writing essays at 2 am | creative peak from 1 am to 4 am | the one that always ends up walking in the back of a friend group

hyunsracha - sav!

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exosbaeks

#madeleine parle #je réponds #if you want #ahhh this took a while #but it was fun!

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scxrlettwxtches · 4 years

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aesthetic tag

tagged by @jeonginks (my love uwu)

tagging @chaninfused @hyunsracha @lixiefe @skzluvs and anyone else who wants to do it~ (off topic, but i need more mutuals plz hmu ;;_;;)

rules: bold the aesthetics you relate to and add twenty of your own aesthetic qualities for others to bold (this is kind of long so i’ll add a read more!)

soft

dark academia

edgy

seventies

preppy casual

cinanamon - steph

jaesmintea - dia

naptimetea - helena

jeonginks

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bitch-banshee · 5 years

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Dangerous Games

Prompt: Rory wants to play, and Theo isn’t ready to lose

Word count: 1865

Characters: Theo x AU!Beta Rory

Warnings: Smut y’all, hot sexy smutty goodness. DOM!Theo..kinda? Orgasm denial. Small exhibitionism. And ya know..sexy times

A/N: this is my first smut......

Today was a day when i woke up sexually frustrated, for no reason. I was laid next to the sexiest man alive, the love of my life.

Theo was wrapped around me like a sin, his soft fingers trailing over the slope of my hip. It felt so good, and he knew it. I squirmed in his arms, the soft touch sending a fire licking through my body, and settling in the middle of my thighs.

"Mmm theo" I whispered to him, my hips rolling on their own accord. His sleepy fingers skimmed over my bare tummy as his lips ran over my shoulder, up to where he'd marked me. His treacherous tongue shooting out to lick the moon shaped scar. My moan was involuntary, everything I did with him was, Theo was everything to me.

"Morning Rory, we have to go to school" he kissed the side of my head and peeled his warm body from mine. Theo and I had an apartment together, my parents had both died and left me a healthy trust fund for when I turned 18.

"Theo Raeken, you better get back here and finish what you started!" I yelled after him before I heard the shower turn on. He peeked his head back in our bed room.

"Mrs.Raeken, whatever are you talking about" his eyes glinted with mischief. I scowled at him, my other half. We'd gotten married after high school. With no one to tell us no but Derek. We didn't really have a reason not to, he'd marked me as his. What was a human marriage really gonna change in comparison?

He showered with the door locked, much to my disappointment. I'd showered last night after work, so i went to our closet and pulled out an outfit. We were in the middle of winter so it was pretty cold out. I pulled off theos boxers i stole and pulled on a pair of red lace panties with a matching bra. I was going to tease him until he combusted today.

I pulled on a low cut black long sleeve and a brown leather mini skirt. To combat the cold i pulled out a fluffy black scarf, I heard the water turn off and started to rush. I pulled on a pair of brown thigh high socks and a pair of over the knee heeled boots.

He was whistling down the hall, the bastard. I pulled my hair away from my neck up into a ponytail, the dark tresses grazing my ass. I was zipping up my boots when he walked in.

"Baby..." His breath caught, he was only in a towel, which dropped unceremoniously to the floor. He stood gloriously naked in front of me, his eyes blazing with lust. "You should get back in bed" the husk in his voice speaking directly to my core.

"We need to go, Stiles, Lydia, Malia, and Scott will be waiting on campus for us." I ignored the call to obey my husband and went to my bedside table picking up my phone.

"Aurora, now" his voice dropped into that panty melting octave and I shivered.

"Theo, get dressed, we can get breakfast on the way" I purred out as I strode passed him, my lips catching his shoulder.

He growled softly and I matched it. We were both betas, equals.

I felt liberated when I got to the kitchen. He bounded down the stairs, his long sleeve stretching deliciously over his chest, my mouth watered for him. He went for all black today, his hair still wet from his shower.

I sauntered up to him and slid my fingers through his hair, his eyes fluttered closed, "Rory, what game are you playing" he whispered, his warm minty breath floated over my face.

"One you're going to lose" I nipped his ear and he groaned. "Let's go" I cheerfully called swiping the keys from the hook.

He trudged behind me, opening the passenger door for me, his hand stilling me, gripping my hip."careful kitten, you're in some dangerous water" his voice hadn't come out of that deep depth that always sent me to the stars.

"Yes sir" I moaned out in return, his grip tightened at the name.

When we got to campus theo wrapped his arms around me and i reciprocated. My touch delicate as I curled my fingers into the flesh of his back. His breath caught as my cold fingers. "Stop it Rory" but he didn't want me to, I could see it in his eyes. A dangerous game yes, but he loved playing.

"Morning guys" Scott called to us and Stiles and Lydia.

Lydia was wrapped around Stiles like she was afraid he'd disappear, i understood, so did stiles his lips pressed against her head in reassurance. They were nothing like theo and i.

His arm was wrapped around me too tightly because i was teasing him. My small hand had slinked its way into his front pocket, light fingers caressing the tip of my favorite part of his anatomy. His face was twisted into a mix of a scowl and a groan.

"You ok theo?" Malia called, she was always the most observant. He said nothing just nodding to her.

"We should go or we will be late" the laugh in my voice was prominent. I was winning, and I'd pay for it later, but I didn't care I wanted the punishment.

Throughout the entire day I'd been discreetly nipping at theo, caressing him, bending over in front of him, and whispering nasty things into his ear.

More than once he'd growled to silence me but it only spurred me on, I was dripping wet for him, my mind swirling through all the things i knew he'd do to me if i went far enough.

It had warmed outside just enough and I took off my scarf. We'd all been sitting outside eating together. Scott and stiles both sniffed the air and theo stiffly growled at the both of them.

"Rory you smell like sex" Malia bluntly said aloud and i laughed.

"Yeah well, you offering to help, my husband is refusing to teach me a lesson" the words left my lips and Theo swiftly stood and threw me over his shoulder.

"Bye Rory!" Malia and Lydia called laughing.

He carried me out of the open square and set me down behind a pillar. My eyes were gold, alight with lust. His hand closed around my neck.

"That's enough!" He whisper yelled to me.

"Mm, you sure?" I smiled at him. I pushed my hips into his.

"aurora, knock it off" he wasn't playing anymore, but I was, and I couldn't wait for my prize. I rolled my hips against his tent.

"Take me sir, here" that was all it took for him to slip into his role.

"Little exibitionist, you want to be seen hmm? You want me to take you out in the open, such a little slut." He licked across my ear. "I'm taking you home, but before" his hand jerked into my skirt, passed my panties and into my sopping core. I bit down on my lip harshly. "So ready for me hmm?" I mewled when his expert digits sank into my heat.

He wasted no time, pumping inside me, his fingers unforgiving. The all too familiar quicken came and he stopped. Denial. "You want this, you wait" he pulled his hand from where I needed him most, his other hand still securely on my throat. He slipped his fingers into his mouth and I rubbed my thighs together. "No, you wait, okay kitten" he tongue slid over my mark and I whimpered. "You'll wait right here while I go get our stuff" I nodded immediately.

When we got home, we were both tongues and thumbs. Pulling off clothing and leaving a trail from the door to the bed. He tossed me effortlessly to the middle. "Open" my legs spread easily for him. He groaned, "so beautiful" his praise was soft on my ears. He dipped his tongue in slowly, feeling and swirling around. My moan was loud and disgusting. "Be quiet, this is what you wanted" he slapped my spread and sensitive pussy. My body hopped and his arm curled around my leg. Soft lips latched onto my clit, he sucked and lapped over the bunch of nerves.

My heart was beating quickly as i neared the edge, my scream on the tip of my tongue but he pulled away. The hollow feeling replaced my euphoria. "Theo!" I yelled. He shoved his fingers deep inside and i yelped out of pleasure.

"You wanted this kitten, don't act like you didn't" he spoke to my opening and pulled my clit between his teeth, his fingers curling up inside me.

"Please theo, please" i whined, tugging at my nipples, desperate for something to put me over the edge. His fingers were only moving the slightest bit, my clit trapped softly between his teeth. I grunted and twisted my hips to get him to move. I was on the verge of tears, the pit in my stomach demanding to be let loose.

"Okay kitten, okay" he rubbed that spot, so quick and so hard I was cumming in seconds. Screaming as my orgasm tore apart my body. He wasted no time pulling his fingers out and sinking his length directly into me.

His pace was quick, punishing, bruising. I loved it. "Yes theo, God, please, fuck me, harder" i rushed the words passed my lips, my body shaking from my release but i needed more, i needed him.

He snapped his hips to mine, the loud slap of skin and moans the only sounds in the room. "You want to cum again kitten, you're so greedy, cum again" he demanded of me, and my body complied. Shattering yet again around him, pulling and sucking on his cock bringing him closer to his undoing. He didn't stop, he hit that special place inside me over and over, prolonging my orgasm until i was crying.

Hot tears streaming down my face, I loved him, I loved this. "Please theo, cum inside me, please, i need it, i need you" I whispered to him, gripping at his shoulders, pulling him to me, catching his lips with mine. I wrapped my heavy legs around his back urging him on.

"You've been playing with me all day kitten, do you even deserve it" he nipped and tugged on the skin of my neck.

"Theo! Please" my voice breaking, my mind unable to say anything but please and his name. He pushed himself off of me, his hand finding my throat and squeezing, i was cumming again and taking him with me. The pace he set was slowing, shortening, and i felt him coat me with his cum. He kissed me so hard, riding his wave.

"I love you Rory" he palmed my cheek his blue eyes filled with love. He pulled gently out of me, and I winced, sore already.

"Sorry baby, you ok" he asked with his voice full of concern. Theo was big in aftercare, always my sweet man. He pulled me gently into his arms, I hummed, already falling out of consciousness. He kissed up my arm and pulled the blanket up over us.

Game over.

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Taking requests ALWAYS, you want it, I’ll write it 😉

~ Alaina

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uniqueimagines · 5 years

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The First Official Move pt.1

Paring: Sweet Pea x Reader

Requested: No

Description: After having a crush on one of your best male friends, Sweet Pea for the longest time the relentless flirting between the two of you finally comes to a breaking point. As the flirting becomes more intense the first move is finally made at one of Cheryl’s famous parties.

Warnings: Swearing, minor sexual references and stuff

Word count: 3,417

Series Part Links: Part 2, Part 3, Part 4

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You and Sweet Pea have had a thing for each other for a while but neither of you will admit it to yourselves let alone to each other. All your closest friends know and they all are constantly teasing you and complaining about the amount of flirting you two do while never making a move on one another. Tonight was no different.

Arriving at the Wyrm you walk arm in arm with Toni. It was a packed Friday night and you were dressed to impress as always. You were wearing a deep v cropped tank with no bra under your leather serpent jacket and a high waisted fitted faux leather mini skirt with fishnets and your classic black army boots. You put your hair up in a ponytail and curled it letting some lose curled strands frame your face. As you walk in you scan the room for Sweet Pea as always finding him by the pool tables. You and Toni grab drinks for you and the boys before heading over.

Handing Pea a beer you set your drink on the bar table nearest the pool table where Toni is sitting before stealing the pool cue from Fangs hands. “My turn. Pea, baby why don’t you rack up a new game.” You wink at him before chalking the end of your pole. Sweet Pea laughs at Fangs’ annoyed face as he re racks the game for you rolling the cue ball your direction. “As always ladies break.” He returns your wink taking his leather jacket off and tossing it to Fangs waiting for you to break. You lean over the table sure to give him a nice look at your cleavage as you break.

The game continues and Pea wins as always. When he sinks the final shot you decide it’s time to dance. Walking to the table Toni has been watching from you down the rest of your drink and take her hand in yours pulling her to the dance floor as Sweet Pea’s eyes never leave you. Grinding against each other you and Toni swing your hips to the music. After a few minutes Toni leans in whispering, “He’s coming over. Please just make a move already.” With that she walks away just as Sweet Pea steps behind you pulling your hips close so your ass is pressed against his crotch swaying to the music.

Turning around you slide your hands up Pea’s sides and lace your fingers around his neck. You stand on your toes lips brushing against the rim of his ear, your hot breath hitting his skin as you whisper, “Are you going to Cheryl’s party tomorrow?” You feel his jaw tense against your cheek and his grip tightens on your hips. “Are you asking me to go with you?” He smirks as he feels your cheeks get hot as you blush. “I’ll take that as a yes. I’ll pick you up at 8.” He leans down placing a single open mouth kiss just behind your ear before letting your hips go and walking toward the back door of the bar. You feel flutters in the pit of your stomach while walking back to the pool tables where Toni and Fangs are playing.

“You aren’t ruining my game again!” Fangs says blocking you from the pool table but all you can do is sit in the chair and cross your legs trying to ignore the wetness that had grown in your panties during your encounter with Sweet Pea. Fangs gives Toni a curious look as you bite your lip spaced out staring into the distance. “Y/N… Y/N?... Y/N/N?” Toni calls finally catching your attention once she uses your nickname. She’s giving you a very concerned look as she asks, “You okay darling?” You nod and quietly say, “Yeah just.. after this game can you give me a ride home please.” You give her a reassuring smile to let her know that you truly are okay and nothing is wrong.

Toni had drove her car since the two of you had worn skirts that are fairly hard to ride your bikes with. The ride is nearly silent with just some quiet music to fill the void. It’s a short drive and before you know it she has pulled up in front of her trailer. “Do you want me to walk you to your trailer or will you be okay? Did something happen with Pea?” Toni looks at you still a bit concerned. “Yeah but will you come over tomorrow around 5 to help me get ready for the party?” You smile now relaxed and just tired at this point. It’s nearly one in the morning and Toni can see how tired you are. “Yeah I’ll be there. Did you still wanna come to lunch with all of us?” She asks giving you a small smile. “Yeah I’ll meet y’all at pops at noon. Sleep well.” And with a small nod from her you get out walking to your trailer.

Your dad was a serpent as well and was rarely home so it was no surprise the trailer was empty when you walked inside. You strip and take a quick shower before throwing on a pair of panties and a baggy t-shirt to sleep in. Once in bed you fall asleep quite fast. Having not gotten into bed till just past 1:30 am you don’t wake up until you hear a knock on your door at 11am. You groan getting up and yelling “Who is it?!” Toni yells back just as aggressively that it is her. You get up pulling on a pair of shorts and unlocking the door for her before collapsing onto the couch.

“I’m sure Sweet Pea will be very impressed with that outfit you have there,” she smirks closing the door behind her admiring your bed head and pajamas. “Hey your lucky I didn’t open the door in my underwear. Or opened it at all.” Toni can tell by your sour attitude you have a headache and immediately grabs a water bottle and a bottle of Advil from your kitchen throwing it at you. “Jeans, t-shirt, boots and leather?” She asks knowing it’s your go to cute but easy and bike rideable outfit. “Please…” You say between drinks of water curling up on the couch and covering your head with a pillow. She grabs your favorite pair of ripped skinny jeans black v-neck band t-shirt and a matching black lace bra and panties along with a pair of socks.

“Clothes are all in the bathroom. Only 45 minutes till we are supposed to meet the boys please get dressed and do your hair and makeup.” She smiles plopping on the couch as you get up to get ready. You get dressed and do your normal minimalistic makeup along with your normal curled ponytail. It only takes you about 25 minutes and as you begin to walk out she hands you your boots. With you finally ready the both of you move outside hopping on your bikes and riding to Pop’s to meet the boys.

When pulling up you see Pea and Fangs’ bikes out front as they have beat you there. Stepping off your bikes you walk in behind Toni who of course takes the seat beside Fangs forcing you to sit beside Sweet Pea. You slide into the booth and Pea puts his arm across the booth behind you resting his hand on your far shoulder. You gently pull away to take off your jacket in hopes he won’t put his hand back on your shoulder your stomach already full of butterflies. Pea removes his arm only to grab the fries the waiter is now delivering. “Wasn’t sure what y’all wanted but I knew fries would nice to share.” He smirks and holds a fry in front of your lips not sensing your nerves. Toni shoots you her classic go for it look making you shake your nerves and you open your mouth taking the fry being sure to let your lips lightly graze Pea’s finger.

You notice Sweet Pea’s jaw clench a bit causing you to smirk. “Hey Pop can we get a round of chocolate shakes over here please,” you call and he nods happily. When they arrive you pluck the cherry off the top of your shake slowly wrapping your lips around it pulling it off the stem paying no mind to Sweet Pea who’s staring. As you eat the cherry Toni asks, “Hey, Y/N/N can’t you tie the stem in a knot just using your tongue?” Smirking at you and causing Fangs to raise his eyebrows curiously. “Sure can. Just watch.” You pop the stem into your mouth licking your lips quickly before swirling your tongue around tying the knot in less than a minute before pulling it from your lips and showing it off.

The four of you make small talk while eating fries and drinking your shakes. Sweet Pea’s hand migrated to your knee. His hand slowly slides to your mid thigh and gives it a light squeeze when you scoop some whipped cream up with your finger and lick it off slowly teasing him just a bit more. Every once in a while he squeezes your thigh or intentionally brushes his fingers on the skin between the rips of your jeans when you eat a fry too seductively or sip your shake in a way that teases him. Every time he does this it makes you a bit more wet and at this point his hand is a bit high and you need to escape quickly texting Toni asking for help bailing out. After looking at her phone she says, “Thanks for the food guys. I gotta steal Y/N. Gotta pick our outfits out for tonight.” She winks at Pea as he releases your thigh all of you saying goodbye before you and Toni exit the diner.

“Don’t wanna talk about it!” You say with a heavy sigh the second you two have stepped outside and Toni just rolls her eyes and says, “Fine we won’t talk about it but if you can’t deny you like him anymore.” The look on your face before putting on your helmet is answer enough for her and you both ride to your trailer. Still having a while before needing to actually get ready the two of you lay lazily on your bed watching tv and playing on your phones.

Around 5:30 Toni finally speaks up, “Hey babe I have a surprise for you.” You look up confused and Toni pulls a fancy white box that is tied closed with a black ribbon. The box is no bigger than a large shoe box and you have no idea what could possibly be inside. “What have you done?” You ask worried. “Just open the damn box.” She says throwing a pillow at you smirking. “Fineeeeee.” You groan quickly untying the ribbon and opening the box. “You didn’t.” You say but can’t help a small smile from forming as you pull out a black long sleeve bodycon dress. The dress has a very deep v-cut as well as a triangle cut out just below your ribs and on each of your sides. “Hey you wanted help getting ready… I figured maybe this dress may work for tonight.” You lean over giving your friend a tight hug before standing to try it on.

“Well. It fits but there’s a small issue.” You state walking in wearing the dress. It was extremely form fitted and it hugged your curves just right showing off your breasts ass and only coming down to your mid thigh. Toni’s jaw drops and it takes her a moment to be able to form any words but once she does all she can say is “I see no problems here.” “First off please unzip me so I can do make makeup without ruining it,” You state walking over and turning your back so that she can lower the zipper on the back for you. She does as asked as you continue, “ secondly the issue is I can’t wear any underwear or bra with this dress…” you say quietly voice trailing off half hoping she can’t hear you. As she unzips the dress she can see you aren’t currently wearing a bra as it unzips to your lower back. “Girl that isn’t an issue. That’s convince for the fun the night will bring,” Toni can’t help but laugh finding your nervousness amusing.

As the clock on your bedside table click to show 7:30 pm you walk into the room where your best girlfriend sat already ready herself. Hearing your combat style heels click across the floor of the hall you stand in the doorway. Toni convinced you not only to wear the dress but also heals and to leave your hair down in loose curls. You decided to keep your minimalistic eyeliner and mascara but adding a vibrant red lip to add a pop of color to your look. “I think you will be the hottest girl at the party.” Toni says genuinely and smiles making you relax a little. You lay on your bed Toni waiting with you until you two hear Sweet Pea’s truck pull up outside. “Knock him dead girl!” She winks, “I’ll lock the door on my way out and if anything happens I better be the first to hear about it!” She calls as you exit the room ignoring her trying to calm yourself down. You grab a small emergency bag you packed along with your leather jacket throwing them both over your shoulder as you walk out.

Sweet Pea turns to you as he hears the trailer door close and his jaw drops. He is wearing a fitted black t-shirt under his black and grey flannel and jeans. His hair was freshly slicked back and you bit your lip looking over him nervous that he is so silent. “Do I have some shit on my face or what?” You ask sarcastically trying to fight off the nerves and butterflies in your stomach. He shakes his head and laughs, “No you just look… you look fucking great.” He is genuinely almost at a loss for words which makes you smile. “Let’s go these heels aren’t very comfortable let alone walking on gravel.” You groan walking to the passenger side of his truck and he opens the door for you holding out his hand to help you in.

As you two pull up to the Blossom Mansion you both exit the car and you connect your arm with Pea’s as the two of you walk inside. Both of you have left your leather in the truck along with your backpack and it’s for the better. As you walk inside the house is already packed with the youth of Riverdale and you can feel the warmth of the collective bodies. Sweet Pea leads the way switching to hold your hand as he leads you to the kitchen you following close behind. When you get to the kitchen it is a bit less packed allowing you to release his hand. Fangs notices Sweet Pea and immediately greets him and hands him a beer. As he to grab himself a beer you step out from behind Sweet Pea, his large figure had easily hidden your petite self behind him.

“Hey, Fangs can I get one?” You have a small smile on your face which only grows when Fangs turns his attention to you and nearly drops his drink. “Hey Pea I thought you were bringing Y/N/N not some smoking hot babe!” He jokes and laughs. Sweet Pea cocks an eyebrow but before he has a chance to reply you punch Fangs hard in the arm. “Fuck off you ass hole!” You shout at him. Sweet Pea leans forward grabbing your hand and pulling you to him putting his arm over your shoulder as he laughs at Fangs who rubs his shoulder and pouts. “If that response isn’t not proof that it’s Y/N then I don’t know what is.” Pea laughs happily seeing your relaxed and acting like your normal snarky self.

After chatting with Fangs and some others for a bit and downing a couple beers Pea hasn’t let you out of his grip. You stand on your toes as even heels aren’t enough to be eye level with the tall boy. Leaning into him you whisper in his ear, “Please come dance with me.” Nodding and moving his hand from your shoulder to hold your own he lets you lead him to the dance floor not bothering to say goodbye to Fangs as he was chatting with some other serpents.

As you make it to the large room that has been converted into a dance floor you simply pull Sweet Pea closer placing his hand on your hip and keeping your back to him. He presses himself against you. He’s much less aggressive than he was the previous night at the bar. He gently rest his hands on your hips holding you with your back pressed to his chest gently swaying your hips in sync with him and the music.

Only allowing you to dance for a few minutes the two of you are then dragged by Cheryl’s death grip on your wrists to a room with two large couches half full and a bottle placed on the floor between them. It was clear that she was setting up for the room to play 7 minutes in heaven. Before being given a choice to play or not she shoves the two of you onto the couch and you practically fall into Sweet Pea’s lap. He puts his hand on your lower back as you cross your ankles and press your knees together. He can tell your a bit uncomfortable already and gently rubs circles over your lower back. This helps you relax a little bit along with Toni giving you a reassuring look from the opposite couch.

The torture luckily starts on the other couch giving you a bit of time to relax before it’s your turn to spin. When it finally reaches your turn you give the bottle a quick spin and as it begins to slow down Pea catches it with the tip of his boot before it can land on Fangs who’s sitting on the other side of him. If it weren’t for the fact Cheryl was happy with you having to go into the closet with Sweet Pea she likely would have protested but instead just pushes you both inside and locks the door staring a timer. The closet is fairly dark but enough light comes under the door from the other room that you can see there is about a foot of room on any side of you as well as six inches between you and Pea.

You can see Sweet Pea’s silhouette is looking down upon you and he pulls you by your hips to stand closer. Your hips pressed to his body you look up at the shadow of the boy and you can’t help but get butterflies again. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want.” You whisper just loud enough for him to hear. Instead of replying Pea leans down pressing his lips firmly to yours. You react quickly moving your hands to grip the collar of his flannel and pull him in closer and deepen the kiss. You part your lips and Sweet Pea takes the opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. You explore his mouth a bit to as one hand slides to the nape of his neck not bothering to fight for dominance over the kiss.

You pull away after a moment breathing heavily and tilt your head back as Pea kisses down your jaw and to your neck using one hand to gently brush your hair out of the way and hold the back of your neck. His other hand slides to your lower back just above your ass. You breathe heavily in his ear and Sweet Pea whispers, “Tell me if you want me to stop at any point…. But I hope you don’t want me to stop.” He kisses the shell of your ear and down your neck to your collarbone taking a short pause to give you time to ask him to stop if you need. You merely whisper, “Pea don’t stop.”

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vampwrrrmistresslist · 5 years

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Treasure

The driving beat from the club pulsated through the night air as you sauntered down the alley toward the entrance. Men and women leaning against the brick walls eyed you as you passed, but you ignored them; you were on the hunt.

Nodding to the bouncer as you breezed by the line, you descended the steps into the dark underground club. Soon you were surrounded by bodies dancing, undulating, pressing against you. Allowing yourself to be swayed by the movement of the gyrating masses, you bore forward, heading for the bar.

Upon reaching your destination, it didn’t take long for the bartender to notice you. After all, you stood head and shoulders above everyone else, an Amazon amoungst peasants. The sea green hair helped. Most people thought that it was dyed. It wasn’t.

Your wings, folded under your skin, tucked tight to your shoulder blades, itched. Something was here tonight. Something good. You just had to find out what.

“Screaming Orgasm, please!” you called to the bartender. He lifted an eyebrow, and tilted his head, sliding you a cocky smirk. “Simmer down, Jongin, and make my bloody drink!”

He pouted, looking more like himself as he started to make your drink. “How many times do I have to tell you? When I’m at work, it’s Kai!”

“Tell that to someone who doesn’t remember when you used to be afraid of the dark!”

He chuckled, seductive smirk back in full effect. “That hasn’t been a problem in a long, long time, honey. Shall I show you?”

You leaned against the bar, folding your arms under your chest, giving him a full view of your ample cleavage. “Mmm, shall you?”

Jongin–sorry Kai–grinned, his eyes moving south. “Just say the word.”

“And deprive myself of the delicious push and pull that we’ve danced since puberty?” You stood up, teasingly shaking your hair down around your shoulders. “Not a chance!”

“I’m wearing you down, honey!” he laughed, handing you your drink.

Laughing with him, you turned and leaned against the bar, sipping your drink, and letting your gaze drift over the club.

A tall brunette sauntered up to you, gently taking your glass from your hand, and drinking a sip. Giving it back, she put an arm on either side of you, caging your body between hers, and the bar. Starting at your knee-high lace-up boots, she slowly ran her eyes up your fishnetted thighs, flouncy mini skirt, and fishnet crop top. Meeting your eyes, she gave you a lazy, satisfied smile. “And just why haven’t I seen you before? Where did you come from, love?”

Raising an eyebrow, you smiled back. “I’ve been around.” She was cute, but…not quite what you were looking for. You weren’t even sure what you were looking for. All you knew is that you’d know it when you saw it. Reaching up to tuck a wild curl behind her ear, you leaned forward to whisper, “You’re cute, sugar, but not tonight.”

Pouting, she slid back, tilting her head to look up at you flirtatiously. “Well…let me know if you change your mind.” Sauntering backwards, she disappeared into the crowd.

Your eyes followed her, and that’s when you saw him. He was standing under one of the flashing blue strobe lights, and he was beautiful. Dancing with some girl, his hips moving hypnotically, he was mesmerizing. Tilting your head, you ran your eyes lazily up and down his deliciously lanky body. His hair was the colour of beaten gold, parted in the middle, with a lock falling carelessly into his eyes. You could see the muscles in his thighs flexing, and lengthening under his skintight leather pants, and his black button down caressed his skin with every languid movement. You felt the heat in your belly begin to glow. This was it. It was him. He would look so pretty in your hoard.

You lazily stalked toward him, gently pressing bodies to the left and right, out of your way. Upon reaching the dancing couple, you caught the girl’s eye, letting your desire glow molten gold in your eyes, as you said, “Mind if I cut in?”

Her eyes widened, and she did a drunken double-take. “Forget this!” she slurred. I need another drink!”

Smiling in satisfaction, you moved forward to slide your arms up his chest to wrap them possessively around the back of his neck. “Hello, pretty. What’s your name?”

He slanted a flirtatiously hooded glance up at you. “Baekhyun. What’s yours, princess?”

“Oh! Princess will do just fine!”

He bit his lip, cocking his head consideringly, as he reached forward to slide his hands just as possessively around your hips, urging you closer. Slipping one of his thighs between yours, he moved even closer into your space, bringing with him the cool salty scent of the sea.

You groaned. “I love your cologne.”

Baekhyun nuzzled his face in your neck, tickling you with his smile. “Mm?” he murmured. “You smell so good. Spicy, and warm.” Dipping low, he pulled you down with him, using his hands to guide your hips to follow his, as he swiveled to the beat.

Swaying your hips, you slowly undulated your bodies back up, and turned around in his arms, pressing your back to his broad chest, as you slowly rolled your shoulders and hips in counter rhythm. Reaching behind yourself, you wrapped a hand around the back of his neck, pulling him closer. You turned your face, bringing your mouth to his, as you teasingly whispered, “Can I take you to my lair?”

Grinning in satisfaction, he leaned in to nip your lower lip between his. “I thought that you’d never ask.”

Smiling, you looked down, so that he couldn’t see the triumphant golden gleam in your eyes. Reaching back, you grasped his hand, and sauntered forward, pulling him inexorably through the parting masses and back up to the cool street.

***

“You live in the woods?” he asked, as you led him through the trees.

“By a lake. You’ll love it. It’s quiet, and peaceful.”

Coming upon the entrance to a cave, you turned to him. “You know…I’ve always wanted to check out this cave, but I’ve always been too frightened. I feel so safe with you, though…” You slid your arms around his waist, looking sweetly into his eyes. “Will you explore it with me?” Leaning forward, you nuzzled his cheek with your own, and whispered, “Will you keep me safe?”

Baekhyun smirked, and wrapped his hands around your wrists, pulling them from around his waist, to take you by the hand, interlacing his fingers with yours. “Let’s go.”

You led him forward, your eyes adjusting easily to the low light.

After a long time, he spoke up. “This cave is a lot larger than it looks from the outside.”

“Mm,” you murmured noncommittally. “We’re probably close to the end.” Tossing your hair over your shoulder, you looked back at him flirtatiously. “You’re not tired, are you?”

He shook his head, murmuring, “Never!”, an amused glint in his eye.

Soon, the roof and walls of the cave began to expand. A slight glimmer could be seen ahead, and as you drew closer, that glimmer began to brighten, the cave incrementally illuminating with a soft, golden light.

“Is that what I think it is?” he breathed, as you came upon an enormous pile of gold and jewels, a colossal pile, a monstrously, obscenely mammoth pile that stretched far beyond where eyes could see in almost any given direction. Coins and crowns, peridots and pearls, golden goblets and emerald earrings, all tumbled and tangled.

You gently pulled your hand from his, and began to confidently ascend the pile.

“Where are you going?” he asked.

“I’m sorry for lying to you, Baekhyun,” you purred, steadily continuing your climb.

“Oh?” His voice was neutral.

Turning, you continued to walk, though backwards now, just as sure footed as ever. “Mm,” you pouted. Spreading your hands flirtatiously, you tilted your head. “This is my home. Do you like it?”

“It’s…quite something,” he replied, nonplussed.

“Thank you. It has took so long to decorate. I knew that I needed just one more piece to complete my collection.”

A steady smile curved. “Indeed?”

“Yes, sir,” you smiled.

“Sir?” he said, pushing his hands into his pockets. You were surprised that they had the room. “I like that. Go on.”

You snorted delicately. “Well, I like you. From the moment I first saw you, I knew that I had to have you. You would be the final, perfect treasure in my collection.”

He nodded, looking around consideringly. “I see…”

Turning back around, and continuing your ascent to the top of the pile, you reached behind yourself to pull off your shirt. Undoing your bra, you tossed it to the side. The skirt soon followed, and bending over, you unzipped the sides of your boots, and slipped out of them, and then rolled down your fishnets and panties.

Baekhyun had remained silent this entire time, but when you were down to nothing but skin, he whistled lowly. “You’re quite something.”

Leaning your head back, you sighed as you finally relaxed, and let your wings unfurl from under your skin, stretching and growing even as you grew taller, your body thickening, and lengthening. Shining variegated green scales emerged from, and hardened on, your skin. Emerald and peridot scales. Jade and malachite scales. Tourmaline, and serpentine, you continued to rise, to spread, to extend, and elongate, until you had achieved your full, glorious stature, your neck stretching toward the sky, your wings lazily beating the air around you. Lowering your head, you oriented your golden gaze on Baekhyun, slightly surprised to see him still standing calmly at the foot of your hoard.

“Magnificent, princess,” he mused, tilting his head, and running his eyes over every opalescent scale.

Cocking your head, you gazed at him in mild confusion. “You don’t seem to be surprised.”

“Oh, do I not? Mm,” he murmured. “You know, I always wanted to see if western dragons really did collect hoards.”

You blinked, bemused. “You…knew that we exist?”

“Of course!” he rejoined, flirtatiously smirking up at you. “I just didn’t think that you’d be so…small.”

You reared back in surprise. “Small?!”

He nodded, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, pulling it out of his pants, and over his shoulders, to fall on the cave floor. Walking toward you, he toed off his shoes, and pulled down his pants and boxers, stepping out of them in one fluid motion.

Staring in confusion, you backed up slightly as he approached. This was a new reaction. Then, you noticed.

With every step toward you, he began to swell. Crimson and scarlet scales grew over his skin, and a huge white beard emerged from his rapidly broadening jaw. Baekhyun expanded, true, but mostly, he extended. Longer, and longer, and ever longer, taking to the air to swirl and glide around you, though you could see no wings. When he finally stopped growing, he was twice your size, and could have wrapped around you, serpent-like should he have so wished. The tang of sea-salt was in the air, and when he opened his mouth, steam issued forth to lazily drift toward the ceiling.

You hiccuped. A small fireball emerged, but fizzled out almost as soon as it left your mouth. “Sorry,” you said.

He opened his great jaws, in a wide grin. “That’s alright. I get that reaction a lot.” Gliding forward, he nuzzled his snout to yours. “Ready to play, princess?”

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onlineluna · 7 years

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ferrari

a/n: the longest imagine I've ever written synopsis: bad boy shawn’s got a sport’s car based surprised for her warnings: smut - nsfw, all that

Told her to meet him around the corner of her house at 8. Said wear something that's easy to access, told her they were going on a ride - gonna be all about her.

She should have known he was going to be late, boy would be late to his own funeral, but she didn't realise just how late he'd be. At 20 past eight, she pulls her phone out of her bag, arms crossed around her stomach and calls him up. He picks up after four rings:

"Shawn, it's fucking freezing; I'm going home" "No! Don't, shit, baby I'm coming, almost there"

She looks down the road, realises that standing on a street corner in a mini skirt isn't one of her smartest ideas and she shivers, says: "I don't see you" and she can hear him smile as he replies with:

"No, but I bet you can hear me"

The air is tinged with a low hum. It flutters through the night air, sending the concrete rumbling in its engine echo, vibrates - almost ripples like a sound wave. She frowns.

"What are you driving?" She speaks, and she walks into the middle of the empty road - looking off into the abyss for his familiar jeep or motorbike.

"It's a surprise" "What?" "I'll see you in a second baby" "Shawn-"

He hangs up. The now useless gadget sits at her ear, and she pulls it back - glares at his name before locking the phone and shoving it back into her bag. "Asshole" she curses, and he is.

Should of been on time, shouldn't keep her waiting on a street corner like a low brow hooker, but in some way it's exhilarating.

Her anxiety has quieted after the phone call, now she just wants to see him - maybe give him a piece of her mind. As daunting as his reputation is, she's not scared of him - not even in the slightest.

"You've got to be fucking kidding me"

It's not what she expected. In fact, the car that hums down the road is the furthest from what she expected, and for a second she thinks it's not him.

Thinks it's some rich prick coming to see if he can change her life - all pretty woman, Richard Gere and the knee high boots.

But the bright yellow Ferrari that pulls up beside her homes her man, and he's grinning, window open with one hand on the wheel and the other hanging out of the car.

He's deliciously smug. Bathing in her surprised expression and smooth legs - skirt fluttering in the middle of her thighs and low cut t shirt - he raises a brow.

"How much for the night sweetheart?" Shawn questions. With his brown eyes glazing over her frame that's now on the sidewalk, she almost chokes.

Holy fuck, she thinks, I shouldn't be this turned on.

He looks so good in the sports car. It's so unlike him, usually rides a shitty bike or his dad’s jeep, but he looks like he belongs in the driver’s seat. As if he's in total control, got the pretty machine under his thumb.

She walks over to the window and leans in. Tries to act calm, tries to forget that Shawn's in a fucking Ferrari and he promised to treat her right tonight.

"Couldn't afford me" she quirks, testing him. His eyes widen for a second, a little surprised that she's carrying on the role play, and he bites his lip and rakes his eyes over her. She heats under his hungry gaze, takes in the swell of her breasts - inches away from his face - and her tongue that's now leaving a line of saliva in its wake.

"Bet you're worth every penny though" and he grins, breaking the game. Breathing in, she looks over the machine that's softly playing Miguel. "Whose car is this?"

Shawn blinks. He pushes his bottom lip out; cocks his head and says in a wavering tone:

"...belongs to a friend"

Her eyes widen, sensing his lie. "Stolen?"

"Not exactly" "I'm not getting in a stolen car" "I'm gonna return it"

She suddenly steps away from the car. She splays her hands up, and shakes her head "Shawn, fuck that, I'm not getting arrested"

Shawn sighs as if she's talking nonsense

"We won't get arrested" "Bullshit" "Baby-"

"You expect me to get into a stolen car?" She asks, and she's looking at him as if he's crazy, mental - absolutely mad and Shawn gets out of the car - suddenly angry.

"Why are you acting like this?" He asks, slamming the door behind him. It's not humorous, she's not joking, not smiling, she's pissed at him. Does he expect her to drive around fucking Canada in a stolen Ferrari? Yes, he does. In fact, Shawn wants to do more than that, fuck - he thought it would be a laugh.

Spent all day dreaming about how hot she'd look pushed up against the hood, lights illuminating their frames while they made out. Slide his hand up her skirt, whisper dirty words in her ear as he makes her pine for him with his index finger and thumb.

Would be fucking biblical to fuck in a stolen Ferrari - you know, hand on the window, straddling his lap while she takes his length like a pro - but she doesn't seem too sure.

"Because it's a stolen fucking car Shawn" and she laughs, overwhelmed with emotion. Shawn doesn't smile "If I get arrested-" she points to her chest "-I'm fucked, you think ivy leagues are gonna accept me if I've got a record?"

"You told me you wanted to live, experience things - life, be wild, shit, I thought this is what you wanted" he shakes his head, angry at her for some reason. She can't place it "Why are you angry at me? Fuck, Jesus, I'm thankful that you'd like, do this for me, but in a stolen car?"

"We aren't gonna get caught, all we were gonna do was drive through Witches forest ..."

The situation calms slightly. The air thins because Shawn smiles softly, sends her a cocky raised brow and walks up to her. She rolls her eyes, laughs a little because he's slipping his hands around her waist and leaning back to get a good look at her face.

It morphs slowly, smiles shyly "...maybe fool around a bit" Shawn finishes, and he leans his forehead against hers - runs his hands from the small of her back to her skirt covered ass. Her hand splays over his trained chest.

She breathes in sharply, falls back into his hands and pitches a "Yeah?"

"Mm" he nods, looking at her lips. Her tongue darts out over the bottom one, and Shawn thinks he's got her - changed her mind, but she quirks "In a stolen car?" and he groans humorously.

Shawn takes his hands from her ass and walks back to the car, shaking his head "Alright, alright - fine, I'll take it back and we can just-"

"Wait!" She cuts in. Shawn stops. Fingers on the handle he grins, sensing her decision wavering. She fiddles with her rings, looks out onto the road and says "Just Witches forest?"

"Mm" "...a yellow Ferrari isn't very inconspicuous" "We don't have to do this if you don't want to..."

She chews on her lip and looks around. Sees the suburban houses sitting quietly in the dark, sees the freshly cut grass and the white picket fences.

Sees faith, sees goodness, rules and regulations. Then she looks back at Shawn, sees destruction and beauty.

Sees a whole lot of bad wrapped up in a whole lot of good and she grins, shakes her head and says "Fuck it" before Shawn smirks so wide that his mouth hurts.

"Bet you look so fucking good on these leather seats baby" and she half expects him to open the door for her, you know, actually get into the car.

Yet he doesn’t, he sends her a shameful smile and turns her – shoving her against the car door with what can only be conceived as adoration.

Got his lips on hers in an instant, dipping down to catch them just as she goes to question his motives. She splays her hands out against his chest in surprise, fingers slipping over his clothed muscular chest board.

The kiss is shameful, an accumulation of the anger he felt before and the want he feels now, spurred on the cold night air and the openness of it all.

He feels her whine from beneath him, feels her sling her arms around him like she always does – gripping onto his curls in a rush of adrenaline.

She’s liquid need – a sweet tooth, candy your mother told you not to eat, but you sure as hell did anyway.

In some way it’s ironic, how he feels like he’s breaking the rules by being with her, but he doesn’t seem to care. No, Shawn doesn’t give a shit because she makes him feel whole again.

Alive. Participating in his life, not just waiting for the next obstacle to come his way.

His hand slides down her rib cage, runs down the smooth cotton before finding her hip. She gasps when his fingers slip inwards and find her inner thigh – dangerously close to the wet heat between her legs.

“Shawn, fuck - my whole neighbourhood is gonna see us" she suddenly breaks, pulling away from his swollen lips in a fit of panic.

She turns over her shoulder for a second and sees the dark sidewalks – houses hidden by the night. She looks wrecked, god, a goddess – pretty little fucking thing.

He brings her back with a groan, with a roll of his eyes and "You think I give a shit baby? Let em-" and then because he really doesn’t care, he slips his hand around her thigh and drags her bare skin to meet his belted hip.

Her skirt flutters back, revealing the lace panties she’d spent minutes mewing over. Red, or black? She went with black, safer, plus when she’d sent a pic of her ass in them to her mate, her friend had sent her the A-Okay (not knowing that she wasn’t going to be the only one seeing them tonight, however)

Shawn’s back in her mind, slipping through the matter as he grips at her knee cap, keeping her chest splayed against his. Hottest thing he’s ever seen – swears this isn’t real for a second, so he goes to see if she’s truly there with his lips.

He ghosts them over her jaw bone, then drags his teeth up to her earlobe with a low groan. "-bet they never lived a day in their lives”

Shawn was right, she does look good on the leather seats. Prettier than the car as she sits in the passenger seat, window open, wind blowing in her hair as she somehow finds a way to dance in her chair.

The seat belt hinders her movements, but she’s still rocking and rolling her upper body to the music flooding through the car speakers.

Shawn’s trying to focus in front of him – manoeuvring through the empty streets while the headlights highlight his way. Yet he’s being distracted by her wild singing and need to grind into the chair.

“Gonna ride that wave” she sings, “Body built for the beach, do you got that ocean?” and he steals a look. Her eyes find his just as he glances at her, and she sees his pupils dilate and tongue dash out across his bottom lip.

Her cheeks heat with unprecedented desire – not used to being looked at like this (never will, she thinks) – and because he’s not looking away, she carries on with her flirtatious torture.

Swears she hears him curse under his breath. Yet instead of giving her the satisfaction of complimenting her devilish dancing, he turns back to the scenic view in front of him – but he can’t help himself.

“Feel like I need to go and confess my sins after every time we see each other”

She snorts “That’s rich”

“Don’t see me as a holy man baby?” “What? Going to church is on your schedule, right next to stealing cars and getting wasted?”

Shawn grins something awful. He shakes his head at her, laughing before going “Something like that” and it’s silent until he pulls into the familiar forest, used to get high with his mates here a while ago.

Seems like it’s been decades since he’d actually spent time with them, feels like his schedule’s been centred on her for a lifetime.

He knows it’ll never be enough time though, because when he drives through the dense forest and he hears her gasp beneath her breath and go “Shawn, it’s beautiful” in her butterscotch tone, his heart pangs and he’s grinning at the way she says his name.

“It’s just trees babe” he nonchalantly comments, but she’s not listening to him, she’s leaning out of the window and letting the nature consume her.

It’s cinematic, the way the moonlight filters through the trees and meets her features, highlighting her heavenly grin with a white sheen.

It’s overwhelming, and Shawn’s getting a little emotional if he’s being honest with himself, so he says “Wanna know why it’s called Witches forest?”

But, she knows. Of course she knows. “Lived here my whole life Shawn” she speaks, looking at him from her station at the window frame.

She sees him shake his head “For some reason I don’t believe that” and he turns the car into the familiar spot, rolling to a stop in front of a line of trees.

Shawn then turns to her, almost blushing when he sees her eyes are already on him – following his movements. “This town doesn’t breed girls like you”

He doesn’t miss the way her brows spring up, doesn’t miss the way she runs her tongue over her bottom lip and sends him a questioning smile.

Shawn doesn’t let her reply. Instead, he leans ones arm on the steering wheel and bites on his lip as his mouth extends into a heart fluttering smile. “Too nice”

“Too nice?” she repeats, and her words burst into a laugh. She glances through the front window so she misses Shawn smiling at her – different than before. “Yeah, need a little bad in you”

“A little bad in me?” her hand finds her breasts as she holds her chest and she blushes, thinking over something but deciding on doing it anyway “Think I’ve had a little bad in me already”

His eyes widen, mouth drops while she giggles at his reaction and it’s so fucking innocent that Shawn’s pleading guilty – the victim to her ways but fuck it he doesn’t care.

Would rot in prison for an eternity just to see her giggle like that again. All bright eyed and care free – all cigarette with the nicotine, something he can’t quit, something he wouldn’t let her get hooked on.

“Little, eh?” and he leans over and grabs her thigh, squeezing and tickling the inside while she squirms. She’s got her belt off so she’s free to move around, leaning forward before moving to the side, close to where Shawn’s leaning over the gear stick.

She’s trying to get his hand off of her in a fit of giggles, going “Shawn, s-stop” but he’s not letting up, and his brain goes somewhere dark when he sees the way her shirt is low and bra tight. “Wasn’t saying little when I fucked you for the first time, did ya?”

She’s not giggling anymore. Instead it’s “Shawn!” as she hits his shoulder in a gasp and he watches as she looks around as if someone is listening. “S’true, no?-“he asks.

He raises a brow, quirks his lips in a teasing manner before slipping his fingers further up her bare skin. She doesn’t stop him, still got her hands on his own and she’s letting him guide them up between her thighs.

Now chewing on her lip – giggles gone. It’s so pretty, the way she switches, the way her laughs morph into moans and grins into gasps of pleasure.

“-About ‘little’” Shawn tuts, seemingly oblivious to the way he’s sending her off somewhere unknown with the move of his hand. He stops when the tips of his fingers brush across her clothed entrance.

She gasps and he’s pulling her towards him, catching her open mouth in his own as he leans across the car. Shawn would be happy like this, making out with her from the driver’s seat – but she’s got other plans.

Pulling away, leaving Shawn a swollen lipped, confused individual, she climbs over the hand brake, fumbling around in the small confines of the sports car.

Shawn has no choice but to lean back against his seat, but he takes her hands as she wobbles over him, carefully slipping onto his lap – straddling his thighs while her skirt runs up her own.

While she settles, Shawn watches as she bites on her lip and looks around, letting his palm move upwards and clasp her cheek. She turns, blinking down at him before his thumb tugs her bottom lip from her teeth.

“What do you what baby? Anything, swear I’ll give you anything” Shawn says, fingering her black underwear lace with his languid touch.

He’s got his head leaning on the chair behind him, looking up at her through his lashes and in this position she’s taller – propped up by the thick muscle of his thighs.

He means it when he says it, would give her anything she wanted, but he doesn’t expect her to splay her fingers across his chest and slide her hand up.

Doesn’t expect her to drop her tone to an innocent whisper as she questions “Anything?” with pouted lips and blushed cheeks.

Shawn’s lost for words. Tongue tied by the way she fiddles with his shirt and slowly rocks forward, fabric of her skirt hemmed around the tops of her thighs.

She doesn’t seem to care – no – because Shawn starts to feel her grind into him, starts to feel the sweet touch of her inner thighs against his denim, and he’s lost in it for a second because, to be honest, she’s given him a semi just by wearing the dammed skirt.

Feels himself get harder with every rock, roll, twist and grind and before he knows it he’s dropping his head back – exposing his collarbone and throat because it’s so slow and sensual, not rushed and if Shawn’s being totally honest with himself, it’s a little romantic.

He’s mumbling something incoherent under his breath, he’s dragging his godly hands down to her ass and giving her a tight squeeze – spurring her on – and he’s looking at her chest as the tops of her breasts hang in his face.

Shawn hears himself, hears himself go “Yes, fuck” with a hollow groan that meets her breathy mewl and he’s in a bliss filled coma, so deep in the feel of her lace covered cunt rutting against his rough denim that he almost doesn’t hear her bring up the question again.

Yet, she’s there, chewing on her lip with an “Anything?”

Shawn would sell his soul to her at this point. “Huh? Fuck, shit, yeah, anything – anythinganythinganything”

Shawn didn’t really know what he was expecting when he’d muttered the words, but he knows he didn’t expect her to roll forwards so the insides of her thighs met his hips and he didn’t, fucking didn’t expect her to slip her fingers around his throat and squeeze.

She uses his neck as leverage, pulling her upper body into him and dropping her lips to his throat with a firm “Want you to beg me for it”

Wasn’t expecting that.

And she says it with so much conviction, so much throttle, power, emphasis and heat that all Shawn can do is sputter into her neck.

His cheeks flush, teeth sink down on his bottom lip and he’s holding onto her ass for dear life, think’s he about to leave the earth from a god damn heart attack.

He’s gone – knows it – Shawn’s dead and in heaven, but there’s something so dangerous about her words that he’s sure he’s in hell.

Making a deal with the devil – please, give me the strength to get through this. He wants to say ‘I don’t beg babe’ but all he can muster is “You what?”

Her response only makes things worse.

Plucking up all of her courage and using her sexual frustration as a spark she tightens her fingers around his throat and decides to roll into him again, making sure to tense her thighs when her lips meet his ear. “You heard me bad boy”

This time Shawn gets the words out. He wants to remind her who’s in control here, wants to pull back, raise a brow and say “We seriously doing this babe, you want me to beg you?” but by God he wants to.

Want’s to beg her so bad, would beg her, know she needs it, wants it, and deserves it and he’s about to.

Shawn’s about to say “Please baby I want it, wanna fuck you – fuck sake, never wanted anything so bad” but instead he goes “I don’t beg babe” and he feel’s her thighs loosen.

Feels her shoulders sag and Shawn’s about 95% sure that he’s ruined the mood, but he’s underestimated her. She’s not about to give up so easily. In one swift motion she’s leaning back, dropping his throat and pulling at the hem of her t-shirt.

It’s off of her body, around her head and she’s pushing her padded breasts into him before appearing from beneath the shirt. She throws the shirt into the passenger’s seat, sits on his thighs, all tossed up and beautiful and it’s a matching bra.

Oh fuck, she belongs in the Louvre. Deserves an exhibit, deserves a fucking sold out show just to see how gorgeous she looks sitting on top of him.

Her hair rains down her shoulders in a strawberry scented curtain, runs along the lace of her bra straps and it’s suddenly behind her shoulders, her hands shoving it away.

All he can do is watch, and in this moment he doesn’t want to touch her – feels like he’d ruin her.

Like a castle of cards one push away from breaking point, and she’s sitting on top of him – can’t get over that - breathing calmly – eyes burning something mischievous.

Shawn licks his lips, rubs the balls of his palms into his eyes with a “Fuckin ‘ell” and he goes to touch her, but she’s got his hand in hers before he can do anything.

He flicks his gaze to her, silently asks ‘What?’ and she smiles like a lunatic, shaking her head.

Shawn tests the waters, going for her hip with a sneaky grin and she lunges forward, grabs his chin – makes him look at her and she’s taller than him, using her nails to keep him in place.

The air is thicker than Shawn right now, and it’s sitting around them – ready to be snapped in two. He feels something inside of him begin to drift, and it’s only when she licks her lips and teases him with “You want it?” that he realises it’s any semblance of control.

Shawn nods. It’s all he can do, she’s taking the reign – barking orders from her jean clad throne. They’re watching each other, both waiting for something and she swallows, licks her lips, and sends him a sickening smile as she declares “Not getting it until you say please”

He’s a mess. A blubbering, frustrated, hard – straining against his boxers kind of hard – mess as he flicks his eyes down at her.

She’s loving it though, swimming in his brown liquid pools and the way his blood has risen to the skin. He’s frustrated because of her – finally, the tables have turned.

When he doesn’t reply, she pouts, cocks her head to the side and asks “You never learn your manners baby?” with a patronising tone.

Then Shawn, hot and heavy with need, bursts “Fuck you” he spits and she’s giggling, laughing, rolling forward again – making sure her clothed cunt catches his visible bulge as her lips ghost over his ear. “I’m trying to – “she whispers, nodding into his throat.

In the back of his mind he hears something patting against the car, a slow dribble against the windows and he looks forward over her shoulder – see’s rain drizzling down the front window. “- you just gotta say please first though, that’s all I want”

It's that sick kind of love, that’s what Shawn thinks this is. Doesn’t think its actual love – can’t be.

No, it’s that kind of want that comes with being starved for too long, getting teased every now and again but now he gets to feel the real thing.

It’s all too much – doesn’t want it to be taken away from him so “Please” he breathes against the shell of her ear.

Time stops – sucks them in through its nose and its lungs clench. She releases a shaky breath, and she’s slowly facing him, brushing her lips against his own. She didn’t think he’d give in.

“Yeah?” she whispers, timid and Shawn nods.

He gulps, pauses, blinks up at her and then “Please, wanna fuck you - baby baby baby – fuck, please” and he can’t bare to look at her, so he falls forward into her chasm of her breasts, hides in the warm skin and she gasps, clinging onto the back of his head.

Got his chocolate curls between his fingertips, and it’s only then that Shawn feels how wet she is.

Soaking, dripping through her underwear, want’s to feel it slick against his cock “Can treat you so good” and he rocks – needy – into her, groaning at the way his clothed hard on brushes against her soaked panties.

He’s leaking pre-cum all over his boxers, and the silk is left slick with his need – she mewls into the soft air of the car.

Canada is raining down on the vehicle, and the sound rattles through the insides – but they’re none the wiser, lost in the way it feels to have your hands on someone who’s not yours but totally is.

She groans and she’s grabbing at the back of his head, bringing his lips up to hers, using her free hand to grasp at his shirt and stuff it into a ball.

Shawn’s back, spurring her on with his vocal encouragement and its “Want you” and its “Fucking need you” despite it totally being ‘can’t go on without you’ but he doesn’t have time to think about his romantic side, because she’s groaning into him, saying, no, ordering something along the lines of “Then fucking take me then”

Tables turned – sides switched like a freaky Friday Shawn runs his hands across her firm thighs with a hollow groan.

He starts to mouth at her neck, trying to suck her purple but she’s unbuckling his jeans – distracting him from his hot lipped pursuit. “Fucking belt” she mumbles, shuffling around with said item, causing Shawn to laugh against the shell of her throat. “Eager, eh?”

She tries not to giggle, but it erupts from her mouth “-s’got like a death grip buckle” she comments, sitting back.

He takes the belt and does it for her, smirking “Gotta hold everything in, don’t it?” and Shawn slips it from his belt loops, discarding it onto her seat.

He catches her rolling her eyes. “Don’t ruin it” and she’s back at his lips. It’s natural, the way it happens, the way he slips his tongue down her throat as she pops open his jeans.

Natural in the way he slips his hand under her ruffled skirt and goes on a man hunt for her sweet spot. He finds it just as he bites at her bottom lip – cutting off her gasp with his fingers beneath her underwear.

Atmospheric, like a film set – rain on the windows and hands on each other, she grips at the back of his skull as he brushes his middle finger across her clit, once, twice – then he’s back to his usual teasing ways.

Slipping his finger through her sodden folds, he drags a soft whine from her swollen lips and it’s “All for me huh?”

She doesn’t reply – nods, lets him ruin her with his pointer and middle finger, slowly scissoring her open as he kisses at her throat.

Her hands go limp around his open jeans, falling onto his lap as she leans her chest against his, head in the crook of his neck and it’s as if she’s fallen to her knees in front of him.

For a second she lets the feeling consume her – his long fingers finding places hers can’t, but slowly, steadily, she swallows the feeling and lets her right hand find his curls.

Using them as leverage – like his throat earlier – she grabs on and ruts her hips forward, fucking herself against his fingers.

The noise that Shawn groans is unholy – a guttural moan, a low belly growl and she does the same against the shell of his ear.

“Fuck, Shawn”

“Patience, babe” he licks his lips and fucks her faster, fingers curling up deep inside her in a ‘come hither’ motion and she weeps softly.

Bites down onto the collar of his shirt to mute her breathy cries because it feels so good, is so bad – a grey area she’s come to love and Shawn’s shaking his head.

He’s thinking that he’ll never want anything more, doesn’t need anything more than to see her come on his fingers – but that’s not what she wants.

“Shawn just-“and the familiar warmth starts spread across her thighs; a desperate hiss meets her lips “-fuck me, Christ –“ and her hands splay up and grab onto his broad shoulders.

Meant to be the dominate one – meant to be making him weep from beneath her but instead she’s rocking her hips forward, fucking her cunt up into his fingers while he asks her how much she loves it.

“Wanna make you come first” and he drags his thumb across her clit, swirling the skin around the swollen bundle of nerves. She gasps a “Fuck, Shawn” into his shoulder and he takes his thumb off of her clit as soon as he’d placed it there.

She weeps a “-what the?” and she’s ready to penalize him for it, but he’s back with his left hand, placing his index and middle finger where his thumb was before.

He’s relentless with his languid movements, rubbing crop circles into her bundle of flesh. He could do this all day - have her sit pretty on top of him while he fucks her, slip his fingers between her velvet folds and revel in the way she pines for him.

He’s back as she gasps, nails digging into his shoulders while she rocks forward. “There, fuck Shawn” and her arms sling around his neck while he chuckles into her chin.

He’s so fucked, watching her fuck herself on his fingers – grinding up and down to his calculated movements.

“Here?” he asks – pressing his skilled fingers into her sweet spot – she whines, nodding against his lips. Shawn grins wide – smug, hocked on the way he’s making her feel. “What do you want sweets? Tell me” he then coos.

He moves his hand and starts rubbing her clit with his free thumb, grabbing onto her underwear clad ass with his now spare hand, manoeuvring her to the movements of his fingers. She suddenly gets embarrassed, hiding herself in the depth of his throat.

Shawn chuckles “Aw come on babe, don’t hide from me” sliding his hand from her ass to her chin, he gets her to face him, tipping her chin up to he can kiss across the skin there. “Tell me what you want”

She gulps and faces the ceiling. The words tumble from her lips like a welcomed prayer “Fuck me, Shawn – I want you to fuck me” and Shawn almost growls at her order.

She’s wet enough, slick against his fingers so he pulls them from her, hearing her breathe out a whine as he drags them to his lips.

She watches as he tastes her, sucking on the digits like cookie batter off of a spoon and she chews on her bottom lip – lost in the graphic image.

She’s already unbuckled his jeans, and before he has a chance to tell her how good she tastes, she’s pulling the trousers down just enough to free his dick.

She then slips his full, damp boxers down and delicately takes his cock in her hands, running the pre-cum over the tip with her tongue between her teeth. “Babe – please” Shawn goes, hushing in a gasp.

“So needy” she then tuts in return, and Shawn’s eyes splay open at her. She giggles at his reaction, and before he can say anything - send her a snide remark in return - she looks around the car. “You got anything?” Shawn blinks open. “Shit yeah-“and while he rubs his eyes, he motions to the glove box. “In the thing”

“The thing yeah?” she giggles, and she leans over and opens the lid, finding a couple of condoms stashed in there along with a car manual.

Coming back to his lap, she rips one open with her teeth and discards the packaging onto the dash board, turning back to roll the condom onto his cock.

Shawn watches her with hooded lids. It’s the second time she’s done this to him, and yet it feels so natural as if they’ve done it millions of times before.

He’s back when she nods to herself, back when she lifts herself up, moves her underwear to the side and brushes the tip across her slit with her lip between her teeth, concentrated furrow in her brows before she sinks down around him – the depth of her cunt swallowing his cock inch by inch.

Shawn watches as he disappears inside of her, mesmerised by the way she looks, all tousled up by the previous feel of his fingers and he throws his head back when she bottoms out – groaning low and loud into the heated car.

She falls forward immediately, rocking into him as she takes his lips in her own, waking him from his pleasure filled bliss.

She moans: breathless into the expanse of his mouth and she’s clinging to him like a vine – nails in his hair, chest splayed out against his.

Shawn’s doing the same – gripping onto her hips, holding her steady until she gives him the signal to move. She does it for him, however, slowly – oh so slowly rocking up into him with a roll of her hips, moving with him when his back falls against his seat again.

This is what Shawn wants. What he’s wanted for a while now – to feel her again, no unplaced nerves, all loose limbs and lust, fucking to the sound of the cinematic rain and slow R ‘n’ B pumping through the stereo system.

Every movement is deliberate as he lets her grind into him, head in his neck and hands on his chest - mouth moving against his jaw as his skin absorbs her breathy whining.

Shawn shoves her skirt up around her waist and he’s gripping onto her underwear clad hips, jaw exposed, collar bone flushed – lost in her while she fucks him.

“Feel so fuckin good” he manages to spurt out, grasping onto any semblance of sanity when she replies with a shattered giggle.

She’s not laughing anymore however, because he takes it upon himself to brace her against him and fuck up into her, cutting off her giggle with a groan.

With one arm around her back and the other on her ass, he guides her body with his movements – feeding off of her when she weeps into him.

Then she’s clinging onto his jaw and bringing his lips up to hers, swallowing the way he grunts at the feel of her slick walls around him.

Hooked on the way she moans his name, Shawn knows he’s never going to get enough of this – especially when he feels her legs start to tremble and breathing pick up.

Oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck “Baby baby baby” he goes, voice low, rough and broken and she replies “Shawn-“ and it’s all she can whine out because the heat is back and it’s building, coiling and twisting in the pit of her stomach.

He angles his hips, gripping onto her like a vine and it takes all of his will power not to come right there – wants her to come first though, wants to last for her.

It’s when he’s bucking up into her, cheek pressed up against her ear that she whimpers his name again, saying “Shawn - I’m gonna come” It’s an angelic declaration – something so dirty that it’s almost innocent, and Shawn nods in return. He’s a writhing mess himself, red blushed and sweating, and he feels her walls tighten around his cock in warning. “Fuck!” Shawn curses, ready to come himself.

“Come on pretty – wanna see you come, wanna feel you” He takes one hand off of her ass and places it at her pussy, rubbing figure eights into her swollen clit and it’s enough to send her whirling – the harsh feeling fluttering over her groin.

She squeals, shaking – the feeling amplified by his cock fucking up into her.

“I can’t” she mewls into his ear – whining. The feeling is overwhelming and her hand flies out to the window, fingers smudging across the condensation.

“I got you babe, come on” and he does, chest splayed out against hers.

The sweet feeling envelops her, consuming her whole body and she’s trembling as she comes, throwing her head back in a mess of hair and swollen lips and Shawn’s gone for, watching the way she rides out her orgasm in a flustered mess.

He’s not going to last any longer, and he doesn’t, because when her cunt squeezes his cock for the last time he comes into the condom, holding her body steady against him.

He groans out her name and “Fuck! Shit!” spills from his mouth, feeling her lips tracing over his cheek while she calms from her own come down.

After Shawn’s emptied himself into her, they sit for a second – breathing heavily in the clouded atmosphere of the sports car. They’ve forgotten their surroundings, but not each other.

The air is thick with their fucking, and Shawn’s holding onto her limply, trying to wake himself from his post orgasm bliss.

He’s a bit useless after coming usually, but he has to drive back – plus he’s got a beautiful girl sitting on top of him, glowing form her orgasm and she’s kissing at his jaw through her laboured breathing.

Shawn reaches up and pinches the bridge of his nose over her shoulder.

“Fuck - you gotta gimmie a minute” and as she giggles he leans back and lays his head on the neck rest. She moves to face him, holding his stumble encrusted jaw.

She’s so fucking beautiful, and Shawn want’s to tell her, but he can’t bring himself to give her a verbal compliment. Instead he brushes her hair out of her face, running it behind her ear as she smiles against his lips.

“Take all the time you need babe – I’m right here” and she is, and Shawn hopes that she always will be.

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S3:D2 Howdy

Summary: Ms O’Ready and Karl have gone through the wormhole and ended up in Texas 1879. They are now looking for Doctor Weissman and Professor Flint so they can go back to their own time.

Warnings: Language, smut, mentions of STD’s, a gun. 18+

‘Fuck’ O’Ready spat. ‘Fuck, fuck, fuck’ ‘Alright, alright, calm down, we will find the hole in space and time and just go back,’ Karl tried to sound reasurring. ‘Sure let’s go find my crazy professor ex-boyfriend, where do we look in EIGHTEEN SEVENTY-NINE, Karl?’ O’Ready raised her voice pointing at a horse and cart passing by the building in which they stood.

‘We totally fit in!’ Gesturing to her stilettos and black stockings, cursing herself for wearing the shortest skirt she could find in her wardrobe that morning.

‘Why did you dress like that, anyway, did you think you were gonna get some?’ Karl waggled his eyebrows. O’Ready huffed, crossing her arms across her bosom. ‘Any ideas?’ ‘Several,’ he responded, looking about the room. ‘Oh great,’ he exclaimed, making a beeline to the table in the corner. ‘Bread!’ He tore a chunk from the loaf and popped it into his mouth. His face changed upon chewing. ‘It’s better in our time,’ he confirmed.

O’Ready rolled her eyes. ‘And the second idea please.’ She really wasn’t in the mood for him. She hadn’t gotten to clean up after her quickie with Dr. Flint and she will NOT be running about the wild wild west in a mini skirt with her ex lovers cum dripping down her thighs. Karl pushed another piece of bread into his already stuffed mouth and tried to tell Ms. O’Ready about his plan, she instantly put a finger in the air to shut him up. If the finger didn’t say it, her face would. Karl gulped. ‘You’re not the only one in this situation, missy. They plotted this and involved us in their evil time-hopping plan, they’re EVIL,’ He swallowed the last of the bread. O’Ready rolled her eyes again, tracing her finger across her lips, checking the lipstick was still in place with her little pocket compact. ‘OK, so if I were two old crazy people in a town from 200 years ago, where would I go...’ They stared at each other blankly. Nope, no ideas. Not one between them. ‘Perhaps we should get some clothes that fit with the time and then we can run about the town looking for them, yes?’ Karl said with a smile and an eyebrow raise that he knew would entice his friend. ‘C’mon, this is an adventure.’ He took a few steps towards her and placed his hands gently on her arms. ‘We always beat the bads guys right?’ O’Ready just made a hmming sound, she wasn’t convinced. ‘Don’t we!’ ‘Well, yeah.’ ‘We beat Lucifer, actually two Lucifers. We are the kick ass team. Batman and Robin. Buffy and Faith. Dean and Sam. Captain America and Falcon...’ ‘Bucky and Falcon now...’ she said sadly. ‘OK, whatever. Let’s get going. I’m gonna kill Weismann if I get my hands on her!’ He pushed the door open fully and looked around, there was no one on the dust road. No one around at all. They looked to be on the outskirts of the town. Or maybe this was the main street, how would he know? This was 1879! ‘There is a back way out of here, it might be better. You could fit in with your jeans and shirt and boots combo but I stick out like a sore thumb.’ O’Ready moved to the opposite side of the room and disappeared from view. ‘Coz you never stick out like a sore thumb, eh? All that leather and lace.’ Karl scoffed. ‘Come now, there is a back door.’ She yelled. Karl joined her and smiled when he saw what she was pointing at. A few yards away stood a small out house and next to it, a pile of dirty clothes. ‘Perfect’ they said in unison. Well, it wasn’t perfect. The gown O’Ready tied herself into stank to high heaven, was stained and was absolutely had come from a whore house. The style she was down with. All bosom. Even Karl raised an eyebrow in assent. He had slipped some chaps over his jeans and figured he was ready to go. ‘It’s so bright out here, I wish I had sunglasses.’ O’Ready commented, putting a hand across her brows to shade her face. ‘Perhaps I could get you a sun brolly, my dear.’ Karl snickered. ‘Come on, there’s no time for messing about.’

*** Walking on a dirty road in stillettos was the hardest thing O’Ready had ever had to do. She promised herself that if she got back to her time in one piece, she would only wear Nike’s. As it turned out, they had landed on the outskirts and walking to town had taken some time, considering O’Ready would not take off the shoes, as Karl had suggested. Coming upon the saloon, they each took a breath and walked inside. As expected, the music died down instantly, all heads turned in their direction. Karl gulped and slid his thumbs into his beld hooks. ‘Howdy.’ He drawled. O’Ready had to stifle a giggle. Grabbing his arm, she pulled him towards the bar where a stocky, man in a legit 1870s barman outfit stood cleaning a glass with a filthy rag. ‘Afternoon, we are looking for information about an older couple that may have come this way,’ Ms O’Ready did her best southern accent. The barman raised an eyebrow and started at her bosom. ‘Well, well, well. I take it you are new in town too sugar.’

O’Ready could smell his breath from a few feet away. She turned her face towards Karl, trying not to gag.

‘Aye, we are.’ Karl said. ‘Our ma and pa may have come in here and we are desperate, sir.’ ‘Desperate, you say?’ The barman said with a grin, still eyeing O’Ready’s tits. ‘My sister here could take good care of you if you let us know if you have seen them?’ The rag was thrown down on the counter. ‘Well, well, well,’ He said again. ‘So........any information would be great.’ Karl managed to say between breaths as Ms O’Ready pinched his arm skin so hard, he knew he would bruise instantaneously. ‘Yeah I saw an older couple, in strange lookin clothes. They came in here, started mumbling about holes in the walls and ran off in that there direction.’ ‘What direction would that be sir, you are just pointing at the door.’ Karl asked. The barman placed his hands over the bar and towards Ms O’Ready’s face, ‘I could tell you, but I gotta have me some sugar first,’ he grinned. Rotten teeth on full show.

Ms O’Ready cringed and tried to move away from his hands. ‘OK hey, slow down there. How about we go to a private room. And I could...’ Karl looked around frantically, ‘bring a friend’. He spied a youngish pretty girl standing in the corner, looking curiously at the new visitors.’ ‘You, girl, come here.’ ‘That’s Angelina, she’s my best.’ Angelina strolled over to Karl, batting her eyelashes at him. She certainly was pretty. ‘Alright, you and me barman Bill,’ Ms O’Ready said, her lost dominance now finding its way back into her voice. ‘My name is Luke,’ he stuttered as she pulled him by the collar around the bar and out the back door. Without pausing, O’Ready pulled open the ties of her dress and allowed her breasts to spill out in front of him. He gasped. Pushing his head between her tits, she said ‘so where are they, huh? Where did they go?’ His response was muffled. She grabbed his hair and pulled him away, his eyes were still on her nipples, licking his lips he tried to repeat himself. ‘Hey, fuckhead, where did they go?’ She slapped his face to bring him back to the moment. ‘Over by the cemetary, over yonder,’ He tipped his head in the direction behind her. ‘OK great, get it out.’ ‘Get it out?’ Luke asked, confused. ‘Your cock, come on, and brush your damn teeth on occasion.’

Karl took Angelina by the hand and followed O’Ready out the door just in time to see Barman Luke spill his load over his friends breasts. ‘My god, woman. You can’t help yourself.’ Ms O’Ready smiled at him. ‘Have your fun and let’s go.’ Angelina pulled Karl toward her, hitching her skirts up around her and showed him the cunt that was wet and ready for him. Pulling his jeans down to his knees, he looked toward Ms O’Ready, his head tipped towards her, silently telling her to go the fuck somewhere else. Angelina put a finger under his chin and moved his face towards hers. ‘No kissing.’ She said. ‘That’s alright darlin,’ he responded in his fake southern drawl, he didn’t know why he kept it up, but he was in the moment. ‘I need help,’ he said, pushing his hips towards her.

‘Oh honey,’ Angelina simpered, grabbing Karl’s cock and driving her cunt into his crotch. He impaled her. ‘No it’s not my first time,’ he puffed, a little annoyed at her attitude. ‘You, just,’ he said between each thrust, ‘you. are. wearing. a. lot. of. skiiiirrrts.’ He eventually got to the end of his sentence when he realised he was fucking a whore from the 1800’s. Part of him wanted to stop. He wasn’t wearing a condom and she most definitely would have something. ‘FUCK IT’ he yelled and pushed her to the ground and began pouding into her furiuosly until he found his release. ‘Uhm, thanks’ Karl said, grabbing her hand and tried to help pull her skirts back down. ‘Payment.’ She said. ‘What now?’ Karl closed his belt and silently said sorry to his future penis warts. ‘You have to pay me!’ Barman Luke had been sitting on the ground the entire time, soft cock still in hand. ‘If you use the wench, you pay for it.’ You pay ME for it.’ Karl scoffed, looking between Luke and Angelina. ‘You shot off on my friends tits thats payment enough, I’d say.’ ‘I thought you said she was your sister,’ Luke furrowed his brow. ‘Oh fuck,’ Karl swallowed. He spotted Ms O’Ready a short way off, with a shotgun over her shoulder, stiletto’s in her hand, pointing towards the cemetary in the distance. ‘Gotta go’. Karl said and for the first time since sports day at school, he ran. He ran like the whore and the barman were chasing him. Which they weren’t.

‘Come on, shithead, Luke said they are in the cemetary.’ ‘Ok, great,’ Karl puffed. ‘I can’t run though.’ ‘You don’t need to run, fuck sake.’ O’Ready scowled at him. ‘Hold this.’ She pushed the shoes towards his chest. ‘I’d rather hold the gun.’ ‘Just hold my fucking shoes.’ O’Ready was already walking at a fast pace towards the gates of the cemetary. They could see two figures in the distance, both throwing their arms in the air. Their voices carried on the afternoon breeze. ‘You are a bloody idiot!’ One voice shouted. ‘That would be you, actually, DARLING’ said the other voice in a definite English accent.

O’Ready and Karl pushed past the iron gate and hid behind a gravestone. ‘That’s them, what do we do?’ Karl asked. ‘Shoot them and steal their time machine!’ O’Ready offered. Karl smiled. ‘Good idea.’ They both stood and ran towards the doctor and the professor, O’Ready raised the gun in their direction. ‘Oi!’ Karl shouted, ‘You pair of absolute twonks.’ The older pair turned, looks of horror on their faces. Doctor Weissmann had just pressed the button on the silver implement in her hand. An explosion of purple and black erupted behind them. O’Ready and Karl got to them just as they tried to slip into the hole. Karl grabbed a hold of O’Ready’s hand as she simultaneously reached for Professor Fint’s coat. They were pushed through the most awkward of space, feeling as if the breath was being crushed from their lungs before a glaring white light blinded them.

Karl noticed his hands were empty. No Ms O’Ready. No shoes. Bollox, where did the shoes go? He blinked, getting used to the light and stood on unsteady legs.

Water. Water everywhere. A lake? He was on an island in the middle of a lake. Alone. No, not alone. He could hear a rustling in the bushes behind him. ‘What the fuck.’ he whispered.

The rustling stopped and a man stood. A large man. Blonde plaited hair fell over his shoulder onto his thin tunic. ‘Oh crap,’ Karl said ‘You’re a bloody Viking.’

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Saving, Mr. Holmes

Chapter Six- New Experiences

Masterlist

Words:2,828

Warnings: Language, gore, Dean on a plane (cause we all know how that is.) talk of prostitution.

A/N thank the amazing @onepissedofsquirrel for the great Dean on plane scene!

It felt good to be back on Baker Street. Sherlock stuck beside me the entire way home, and I couldn’t say I minded. Even once we were back to the flats Sherlock walked me to do the door. His hand stayed in my hand, squeezing it slightly as John headed up the stairs, taking a quick glance at us, as we headed down the stairs.

“Last night was a new experience for me, Kassie. I want you to know I enjoyed it greatly.” He whispered to me as he leaned his head on the door frame of my flat.

I gave him a smile “I enjoyed it as well, Sherlock. If you’d like some more new experiences you can come join me in the shower.” I playfully winked as he chuckled.

“Maybe another time.” He said with a smirk as he leaned down and kissed me softly on the lips.

I smiled, slowly walking through the door of my flat, shutting the door behind me. I undressed slowly, taking each step through my flat delicately. With each step, a new piece of clothing dropped to the floor with a soft thud. I thought back to my time with Sherlock last night. When I reached the bathroom, I started the shower, turning the water to a withstandable heat. I stepped in slowly and let the water envelope me in a shell of comfort. I thought back to the feel of being wrapped up safely in Sherlock’s arms. I thought of the feel of his lips pressed delicately to mine as his fingers pressed gently into my lower back. I thought of his smile, and the way his lips curled up slowly. No matter what he occupied my mind. I smiled as he ran through my thoughts. The water soothed my muscles and just as Sherlock had soothed my pain. It was when the water began to run cold that I realized I had yet to actually shower. I chuckled lightly to myself as I grabbed my shampoo. I massaged the liquid into my hair, before stepping under the cold water to rinse it out. I closed my eyes and washed my body quickly the water now freezing cold when it touched my skin. I was glad to shut the water off, and reached out wrapping my fingers around my towel. I walked to my room in my towel, dropping it at the end of my bed as I pushed my door most of the way shut. I was searching through my drawers when I felt the wind of the door opening and a gasp. I turned my head to see Sherlock.

“I’m am... sorry.” He semi-shouted while turning around quickly.

“Is there a true reason behind you coming down here or were you hoping to find me naked?” I asked found a hot pink lace thong pulling it quickly up my legs.

“There’s a case… We can talk about it later.” he said walking out quickly, and shutting the door behind him.

I laughed slightly as I reached for my matching bra, fastening it quickly behind my back. Now to decide what to wear. I smiled as I walked to my closet re-running Sherlock’s face through my head. I moved hangers about in the closet before I decided on what to wear. I smiled pulling the hanger out of the closet. I removed each piece from the hanger before dressing in my burgundy power-suit with a white and black plaid blouse. I was putting on my oxfords when I got a text.

Meet me at Lestrade’s office. SH

I’ll be there soon. Still getting ready. KC

I curled my hair loosely leaving it down, as I put on some dark red lipstick and some simple eye makeup. I buttoned my peacoat all the way up before tucking my scarf into it.

I called a cab and gave the address to Lestrade’s office. When I arrived I saw Sherlock already standing by one of the chairs in his peacoat and scarf. I rubbed my hands together in front of me, “I don’t think I’ll ever get used to the chill of London.” Sherlock chuckled and we both turned to our chairs. I removed the peacoat and scarf before turning back to the three men in the room. I looked to see John and Lestrade looking between the two of us before I looked over to Sherlock. I saw Sherlock in a burgundy suit as well, with the same plaid button up underneath. “Really? Are you fucking kidding me?” I exclaimed as I looked at Sherlock and then myself.

“Is this for real? Did you tell her what I was wearing?” Sherlock accused while staring down John.

Lestrade leaned back toward John his his chair “Are you sure they’re not a thing? That definitely looks like a thing.”

“I don’t believe they are.” John then looked to the two of us with wide eyes. “Are you?”

Sherlock and I both looked at him “NO.” We exclaimed in unison.

“I mean seems like a thing… same clothes, saying things in unison. Does take a master of deduction to see that.” John said.

I rolled my eyes “What’s this case about?”

“There seems to be a copycat of Jack the Ripper… Good thing we have you. Do you mind going undercover as a prostitute?” Lestrade stated bluntly.

“Wow. Straight to the point. Okay, yeah, sure. Whatever you need.” I smiled slightly nervous.

I shook my head and Sherlock looked at me “You’ll have a wire and I’ll be the one listening.” I felt slightly safer hearing his words.

We got home and Sherlock followed me downstairs. “You do actually have to look like a prostitute.” I giggled.

“Do you really think that’s gonna be a problem?” I said opening my drawer full of lingerie. I pulled out a lace and sheer bodysuit and my black bralette. I turned to see him still standing at the door and smirked “Are you gonna watch me get dressed?” He shook his head with a smile before walking out.

I got undressed before sliding the bralette and bodysuit on. I wore a black mini skirt that hugged my hips perfectly and I pulled on my thigh highs and heels. I walked out of my room and Sherlock’s mouth dropped only slightly “I know you’d hire me in a second, wouldn’t you Mr. Holmes?” I picked up the trenchcoat preparing to pull it on when he stopped me. I felt his hands fasten onto my hips pulling me closer to him by my waist as he spun me to face away. I felt his arousal as the curve of my butt pressed against him but said nothing. I only smirked as he helped set up the wire.

“Now anything you say, I’ll hear Kassandra.” He whispered in my ear his arousal still pressing hard against the curve of my ass. His lips gently pressed against the nape of my neck sucking slightly. “Be good.” He said as he finally pulled away.

I pulled the trench coat on and walked up the stairs ahead of him, feeling his eyes on me as he mentally undressed me. Lestrade was in the doorway and he smiled when he saw us.

He handed Sherlock the keys to a car. “Right. It’s a company car, so don’t get anything on the seats.”

I couldn’t help but to smirk “I’ll make sure he doesn’t make too big of a mess, no promises though.”

Sherlocked chuckled and leaned closer to me placing his hand gently on the small of my back, “Especially when she looks like that.” I giggled and looked back up to Lestrade.

“I was talking about food or drink. Damn Americans always have your minds in the gutter, and now you’ve taken Sherlock with you.”

My eyes went wide then and I blushed a bit “Oh, sorry.” He laughed then and gave Sherlock the keys before muttering, “I swear you two are a thing.”

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When we pulled up to the known hunting ground of the new Ripper, I tousled my hair and look toward Sherlock before leaning in to kiss him. I held onto his hand for a fleeting second before opening the door. “See you soon.” I slid from my seat and out onto the pavement before closing the door behind me.

I walked the streets and held my trench coat tighter to my body. After a while of aimless walking, a teenage kid passed by me. “That’s gotta be him Kassie… Just look at him. Classic serial killer in the making.” Sherlock’s voice sounded through the wire. I looked back and spotted his car not far down the street.

“Go away, Sherlock.” I muttered and watched as the car drove off.

“Want a good time sweetie?” I asked sweetly with a smirk on my lips.

He turned as soon as he heard my voice “American? I’ve haven’t shagged an American before.”

“Well now’s your chance, sweetheart.” I said opening my jacket a bit for him “I think I’m worth it don’t you?” The kid smirked nodding and taking my hand.

He took me to an abandoned building and pushed me up against the door kissing me. “You’ll be perfect. The kill that will take me above Jack.”

Sherlock’s P.O.V.

“You’ll be perfect. The kill that will take me above Jack.” The words that sounded through the wire wiped the oxygen out of my lungs. I heard Kassie struggling and then what sounded like her being thrown into a room.

“Kassie?” I whispered

“Sherlock.” I heard her weak voice whisper through the wire “He’s gone. But he’ll be back… I need you to promise me something.”

“Tell me where you are.”

“Some abandoned house… I don’t know... Sherlock if anything happens to me. I need you to call 866-907-3235.” she sounded weak, and I could only imagine the state she was in.

“Explain what’s around you, baby. Nothing will happen to you Kass. I promise.” I tried to keep calm but I could here her breathes shortening and the fear in her voice.. I was falling for Kassandra Carter and now she may die before I could tell her. She’s completely lost to me.

“We walked for roughly an hour from the last spot you saw me.” she whispered “Please, Sherlock… I heard boot steps.” I thought about every street in London closing my eyes. Every abandoned building within an hour of where I last saw her. “Remember. 866-907-3235.” I heard the door open, and my face fell as I wrote down the number.

I started to drive as fast as I could toward where I dropped her off. I remembered there were run down houses on the edge of the city. The houses the homeless claimed. I jumped from the car just as I heard something Kassie scream. I heard her body fall limp. “No!” I screamed as I ran down the street towards the houses. I saw a the kid running out toward the alley with the tire iron he’d just used on Kassie. I urged my legs to press harder, to move faster as I tackled the kid and wrestled him to the ground before delivering blow after blow to his jaw. “Where is she?” I screamed grabbing him up by the collar of his shirt.

He smirked “Who the whore? Yeah knocked her out with this.” I punched him again and again, blood pouring from his nose and lip. I dragged him into the house, before cuffing his hands in front of him.

“What room?” I yelled as the kid nodded his head to the door behind me. I walked in and saw Kassie laying on the cold floor with a gash on her head. “No, no, no, no.” I muttered as I checked her pulse. I quickly dialed John. “Kassies hurt… I’m taking her to the hospital the kid who did it is tied up.” I grabbed the tire iron and slammed it into both of his kneecaps “He won’t be able to go anywhere anytime soon. Call Lestrade and tell him.” I hung up before he could say anything.

I quickly ran to Kassie, picking her up and pulling her close to me. I carried Kassie back to the car and drove as quickly as I could to the hospital. They took her in almost immediately and I dialed the number she gave me.

“Dean Winchester. You know what to do.”

“Mr. Winchester. This is Sherlock Holmes. Kassie… Kassie��s been hurt. I’m going to get you and your brother plane tickets here.”

“Kassie’s been hurt?” the man said obviously hurt by the words.

“She’s getting prepped for surgery now. I have to go. I’ll text the plane details.”

Dean’s P.O.V

“She’s getting prepped surgery now. I have to go. I’ll text the plane details.” the man hung up then and my heart dropped in my chest. I stood from my bed and grabbed my bag, it was six at night and despite my fear of planes Kassie was my responsibility. I should’ve never let her go to London.

“Sammy!” I yelled.

My younger brother came into the room quickly “What Dean?”

“We’re going to London… that Holmes guy called. Kassie has been hurt.” He ran out without another word and I zipped up my duffle bag. My phone buzzed seconds later.

I got you a flight out of Central Nebraska Regional since it’s the closest to where you are. 6:30 take off. SH

How do you know where I am?

Kassie’s journal. I read it with her a couple of nights ago. SH

I walked outside to the library to see Sam packed as well “Do you think Kassie and this Sherlock guy are serious?”

He shrugged as we walked into the garage “Why do you think that?”

“She let him read her journal.”

“They’re probably close friends is all.” He said as we got into baby, shutting the doors in sync as I revved her up. I drove 15 over to ensure I could get to Kassie, after all, she was family.

The airport was packed and my nerves began to get worse. Kassie knew I hated planes. She just had to get hurt. “Snap out of it, Dean. You can do this. It’s for Kassie. Don’t be a pussy. You’re a man.” I tried to talk myself out of my nerves. It was not working. “ Flight B6 to London Heathrow boarding now.” I heard a woman over the loudspeaker announce the flights boarding once more before I was handing my ticket to a short stubby man with an odd looking mustache. “Fricken fantastic. Sam, the creepy gate guy looked at me funny. What if he is planning to make the plane crash. What if he’s a terrorist. What if we die.” Sam chuckled from behind me as we shoved our bags into the overhead bins.

“Dean, gatekeepers don’t get on the plane. They have zero access to the plane. Only the itinerary.” I sat down in the middle seat and Sam deadpanned at me.

“What you think I am sitting next to the window? Hell no. Incase you forgot Sammy, I hate planes.” Sam laughed and rolled his eyes before taking the window seat. A few seconds later the pilot announced we were ready for take off. I immediately fastened my seat belt, tightening as far as I could. “Dude, you’re gonna cut off your circulation if you tighten that thing any further. Chill.” Sam laughed from beside me and my fingers clutched the armrests as the plane lifted off the ground. “I need drugs for this shit,” I murmured to Sam as I gripped the seat tighter as we hit turbulence.

“Peanuts?” One of flight attendants offered.

“Shove em up your ass. I need liquor lady. Flying ain't my thing.” Sam looked at me and huffed.

“Please excuse him, he’s just a massive ass when he has to ride on a plane.”

The flight attendant nodded her head and I cried tears of joy when she sat a mini bottle and container of benadryl in front of me. “Bless you, you beautiful angel.” I turned to Sammy after calling after her. “Dude, yes.” Sam chuckled and I immediately threw back two benadryl before downing the mini bottle.

When I woke up again, Sammy was shaking me. “We’re about to land. Pilot said it was gonna be rough.” I panicked and gripped the armrests with a death like vice. Sam laughed from beside me, “Oh the horror on your face. Man that was good!!! I’m just kidding. We’ve landed. It's time to go.” I mumbled and cursed under my breath as I undid my seatbelt and stood from my seat. “You suck.” I breathed as I grabbed my bag and exited the plane.

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