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umadosedepascal · 5 months

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PURPLE IS THE HOTTEST COLOR | Pedro Pascal x f!reader | One shot

Written by Santa Trindade

Banner: @ithedevilsbaby

Made in Brazil

Pairing: Pedro Pascal x f!reader

Summary: After having a difficult day, Pedro meets you, no patience, no time for conversations.Pedro only has one desire in mind: you here and now, no matter if anyone will see you.

wc: 2.6k

rating/warnings: [no minors][sex in the car][unprotected PIV][spanking][Pedro is tattooed][rain/sex in the rain][smut][m domination][semi public sex][first person][oral sex][f receiving] [m receiving]

It’s 12:35am, I send you a message saying that in 15 minutes I'll be at your door.

Today is not even close to a good day, everything that could go wrong, went wrong. To end the night, I just need a hot pussy.

I let out a long sigh as soon as I park across the street from your house, I turn off the car and honk once and you doesn't show up, honk again and nothing, I lose my patience and sink my hand honking nonstop without caring that the sound of the horn will bother the neighbors in the middle of the night.

_Damn, I really need to fuck_

The door finally opens, your short dress going up with every step you take, this makes your legs look so inviting.

"Why did it take so long?" I ask as I watch you get in the car, your perfume is so good.

"I was getting ready, what’s going on? You seem so piss off…"

I look into your eyes and move towards you, my right hand curling in your hair I pull you by the back of your neck and hit my lips on yours, a quick kiss, biting your lower lip. I don't want to talk or annoy you with my problems, so I smile with my lips glued to yours and say softly…

"Nothing important babe, I just wanted to see you asap"

I look straight and turn on the car, the sound of the engine roaring down the dark street, a fine drizzle rain starts, I’m taking you to a special place, we need privacy.

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I might know where Pedro is taking me, it was the place we first met. A photoshoot for a clothing brand, the location was behind the Hollywood sign.

I look at Pedro he is all eyes on the road so I slide my left hand down his right thigh and say…

"Are you taking me there, papi?"

Without taking his eyes off the road, going up the Hills, Pedro whisper with a smile in the corner of his lips…

"Yes.."

I watch Pedro driving, one hand on the steering wheel and the other one touching lightly my left thigh, he looks so sexy, wearing a leather jacket and his thick neck tattoo that drives me crazy.

I turn on the radio, tune in to KLOS FM, it's at the beginning of one of the 10cc classics, I quickly hum the music. Pedro looks and wink at me, he smiles when I lean over him, my lips close to his ear I say…

"Hey, you look so handsome tonite... What's your name, hottie?"

My hand slips to the inner part on his thigh, I squeeze gently, Pedro slows down, and pulls over the car, look me in the eye and unbuckles his belt and say in a low voice full of lust…

"You know what's my full name is?…

Jose Pedro Balmaceda Pascal" he laughs loudly and kisses you.a

I love the way he says his full name, that sexy accent. I laugh and lean more over him, my hand caressing his thigh, squeezing, as if I knew exactly what my next steps will be.

"You are so funny, but I dig the stressed out man from minutes ago...”

I slide my fingers over his bulge, I can feel that he is rocking hard already, I look up and he is half-open lips releasing his breath. The windows fog up, for a second I realize that the drizzle now turns into a stronger rain, noises of the water drops mix with the music, becoming a unique melody.

My only thought now is on Pedro's cock pulsing through his pants, I bring his zipper down and see that he’s not wearing his boxers I lose my mind.

_Motherfucker_

I gently caress his cock, he lets out a low whine as he feels my cold fingers on his skin.

"Do you enjoy see me stressed out? Why?- He speaks so low that I almost don't understand and ignoring his question I pull his cock out of his jeans and through those low lights from the empty street I see the head of his cock glistening pre cum, I look at him, open mouth, panting breath and he says…

"Why? So I can slam you hard and take out on you? Is that what you want, babe?" - He looks so deep into my eyes that I feel my blood boiling, the lust screaming in his eyes. I grab his cock feeling him pulsating on my fingers, suddenly he changes behavior, holds my wrist tightly, interrupting my movements and say deeply low…

"Answer me, do you want me stress out?"

The way he talks makes me horny, I feel my panties getting so wet that I just shake my head agreeing, not a single word.

He holds my neck pulling my hair back to look at him closer.

"All right babe, all right... You asked for that...suck me very, very slowly.. enjoy you breathing now, because later you'll beg me to stop, and I won't!”

I just leave a shy smile and take his cock by the base licking all the pre cum, feeling his bittersweet taste, I put him my mouth and I go down running my tongue through everything.

He's so hard, I can feel the veins of his dick pulsating on my tongue, it makes me whine on him.

I know he likes it, I look up and his face bitting his bottom lips, eyes fixed on me.

Without breaking the eye contact I go faster trying as far as I can down him until I choke and spit on the head of his cock.

Pedro grabs my hair from both sides and pull me closer, fucking my mouth with slow but precise movements, I'm so horny that I’m able to cum just by listening to his grunts.

"Stop" he murmurs, I look at him and there is the bad moody man from before, he whispers in a threatening tone

"Get out of the car! I’m piss off and you will pay for it"

Pedro pulls me out, I go out from the driver's side literally rubbing my pussy against him, he slam the door so hard making a loud sound. Then pushes me making my back hit against the car window, I feel the raindrops come into contact with my hot skin, it makes me shiver like Pedro leaning over me right after with both hands holding my head, the rain wetting his face, his perfume mixing with the smell of rain.

"Do you want it hardcore? Are you going to handle it?"

"Yes Pedro, please..."- Pedro holds my neck, turning my face sideways and say on my ear..

"What did you call me? Repeat after me: daddy, yes daddy I'll take it all"

I swallow dry feeling my pussy screaming inside, I say

"Yes daddy I'll take it all... Please"

Pedro turns my back to him, my tits crushed on the window, he walks his right hand along my thigh, going up until he reaches the waistband of my panties, he sticks his hand through the fabric and circles his middle finger through my swollen clitoris, making me moan, he says

"So fucking wet are you ready for daddy, huh?"

I'm not able to answer, all that comes out of my mouth are supplications and broken moans.

He holds the back of my neck, pulling my hair, he removes his hand from my pussy and pushes me to the front of the car, leaning me through the hood, he kicks my feet slightly, making me spread my legs

Pedro caresses my back, lowering his fingers scratching me until he reaches the bottom edge of my dress, he lifts the fabric and spank my ass making a loud sound against my skin wet from the rain.

He bends down and pulls my panties aside, I feel his tongue go all over my pussy, his hawk shape nose poking my entrance while his tongue circles my clit makes me cum in seconds.

It’s not a surprise for him anymore, he knows the drill and can make me do it more than once.

He looks up and say

"I wanted so bad to eat you..but now all I can think about is shoving my cock so fucking deep inside you, you'll scream so loud everyone can hear you"

"Yes daddy! Rip me apart.."

The rain is back to drizzles from before, Pedro goes up and lay on top of me with his hands on my nipples, nibbling so hard, he turns me and stares at me, when I least expect it I feel a slap burn my right thigh, Pedro pulls his hard cock out and press his body against mine, pushing more and more licking my neck, drying all the drops of water, then down my chin, provoking me a lot then I say

"I like the way you tease me daddy and I want more"

Then two more strong slaps on my thigh, the contact of his heavy hand on my slippery skin makes me grunt. He laughs sarcastically and says

"Hey my little slut, have you ever fucked inside a car? Cause I want to shove deep into you right now "

Over his shoulder I see some light approaching so I say

"Yeah, we better get inside, you inside me.. daddy"

He takes me to the side of the car, opens the back door and pushes me to the seat, my legs slide on the leather of the car, he slams the door hard and despite the blurry windows I can see him going around the car and opening the other door.

"Suck me! Now!" He speaks in a hurry, almost despair, he rests one arm on the roof of the car and the other pulls my neck against his cock, oozing precum, first I clean him up then suck it slow and tight and I realize that Fletwood Mac is playing on the radio, Pedro begins to hum the song while I suck him non-stop.

"wait a minute baby, stay whit me a while.. said you'd give me light.. but you never told me about the fire..."

He fucks my mouth hard, making me choke every time he puts it deep in my throat, but I don't ask him to stop, and I can't, because he won't stop. While I suck him I touch my clit feeling like I can cum just by feeling him in my mouth, fuck, how tasty he is, but I want more, I want him inside me. I take my mouth off his cock and he moves away from the car to look at me

“ I didn't tell you to stop, but since you stopped...”looking at me mad, raising one eyebrow.

Pedro talks with a naughty smile and bends over to get closer to my face. He gives me a nice kiss grabbing my neck pulling my head back.

“...stay on all fours for me babe, I want to fuck you looking at your beautiful ass.”

I turn my back immediately, getting on all fours for him who is still outside the car. He pulls my panties to the side, I hear the sound of him sucking his own fingers, sliding inside my pussy and each thrust I say his name begging for more.

“You are so tight, my little slut, so tight...” he talks fucking me nicely with those huge fingers inside me.

“come closer, I want to feel that pussy squeezing my dick.”

Then he grabs my hips and tease rubbing the tip of his hardon over my wet pussy, without notice he slides in letting a loud moan filling all my pussy. Pedro gives some long and slow strokes, but as I start to moan and say his name, he speeds up and every time I asked for more, he would put it harder.

“that's what you wanted wasn't it? Fucking you hard..” he talks in the middle of moans feeling my pussy squeeze his cock more and more.

“ ...you little bitch, I'm fucking you without caring that someone might show up anytime hah”

Every single word he says makes me even horny, I really didn't care if someone showed up, I just thought about how hot it was to feel his cock inside me, I knew I could cum at any time and nothing else mattered. He then bends into the car, grabs my hair with one hand, and with his free hand he takes his cock out of my pussy and starts rubbing on my clit and says

“you were a bad girl today, stubborn, stopped when I didn't tell you to stop, but still... I want to see you cum, I want to see you cum for me...”

"Turn around baby girl and open those legs for daddy" Pedro asks in an almost suffocated tone of voice.

I turn around and put a leg on the front seat, he pulls me closer to the door and kneels on the car floor.

"you are oozing is it all my fault?"

He barely gives me the opportunity to answer and sticks his tongue in my pussy, his lips around my clit, sucking as if it were a french kiss, rubbing his face through my pussy, he looks at me and moans when he sees me play with my nipples, his left hand rises and squeezes my nipple hard making me cry. With the other hand, he rubs two fingers through my entrance, wetting and then slide in, making me on the edge he touchs my g-spot..

"Oh fuck,daddy...please"

He moves his mouth away from my clit and grunt

"Cum on my face cum in my mouth..."

He fucks me with two fingers harder and sucks my clit hard, I run my hands trought and pull his gray hair as I cum warm feeling his tongue lick me not letting any drop of my pleasure to be wasted.

Pedro keeps giving slow and lazy licks in my pussy, my legs close by themselves and he bites my thigh punishing me, raises his head and looks at me, by the dim light I can see my excitement run down his chin and stache, he removes his fingers from my pussy and sucks one by one looking at me

"You're fucking delicious, my turn little girl, daddy want explode inside you"

He runs his hand through my back and guides me to the corner of the car, one hand keeps pinching and pulling my nipple, making me whine, his right hand smoothes and distributes slaps through my left thigh.

He raises his fingers to my mouth and makes me taste my own taste, then moving far enough to take off his jacket and T-shirt, with a little difficulty he throws them in the front seat, his wet hair get messy.

-Fuck, so sexy-

Pedro pulls my left leg and puts it on his shoulder, so wide that I look tiny, he holds his cock by the base and rub his head against my clit and whispers

"Beg to me, beg to me"

I'm soaked, I feel my excitement dripping down, forcing my brain to act I try to answer, but he shove his cock into me no mercy, my head slams against the car door, he murmurs an apology but he doesn't stop pumping, with one hand he protects my head from continuing to knock on the door, my pussy is pulsating on his cock, he moans and growls

"Im close...on top of your pussy hmmm..."

He takes off his cock and holds it and I feel his hot cum on me, he soon puts it again and finishes filling me with his hot cum.

He lies on me, our breaths panting, our bodies sticking with sweat, he says panting

"What's the next character you want me to play, babe?"

He laughs and kisses me.

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brighteyedbushybrowed · 2 years

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𝐁𝐞𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝

𝐒𝐮𝐦𝐦𝐚𝐫𝐲 Sleep isn't easy to come by when you're wracked with guilt and nightmares centered around the deaths of your friends, but sometimes you make it a little more bearable.

𝐆𝐡𝐨𝐬𝐭𝐭𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐦𝐩𝐭 Bewitched.

𝐒𝐡𝐢𝐩(𝐬) Cardinal Copia/Papa Emeritus IV x GN!Reader

𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 A little bit of angst and some fluff. One of the rats gets a cuddle because I said so. Mentions of death as per Ghost lore. Nothing spicy or anything.

𝐖𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐂𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 893 words.

𝐍𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐬 My first ever Copia x Reader fic. I am weak for this man. I will do anything (within reason) for him. I don't know the names of any of his rats and couldn't find anywhere that actually said the names of them so I'm just gonna take creative liberty and give them all names myself. I've done my best to check and make sure I've not used any gendered pronouns for Reader but if you spot any please let me know so that I can edit it!

He can’t sleep. Again. Insomnia had been a companion for what felt like his whole life at this point, but he knows that that’s not the truth. In reality, it had taken hold over him not long after he began to lead Ghost for the Clergy. It had only worsened after he was coerced into posing with Terzo’s severed head for a photoshoot. Guilt was not a feeling he’d never come across before, but the sinking cold in his gut any time he thought of his predecessors and their demises was one he’d never encountered or felt so deeply.

Copia glances at the clock on the bedside table. 4am: less than an hour after he’d laid down to go to sleep. Had he slept at all since he crawled beneath the covers? If he had it was likely for only a few paltry minutes before his mind decided that he wouldn’t be getting any rest tonight.

“Copia? Are you awake?”

The loud whisper from the other side of his bedroom door is unexpected, but not unwanted. He hurries to open it, throwing on a robe but not tying it. When he finds you standing before him, your eyes glossy and cheeks damp, he doesn’t hesitate to usher you inside and lock the door behind you once more before leading you to his bed. There’s a silence that settles between the two of you as he flicks the bedroom light on and makes his way over to one of the rat cages. He can hear you shifting on the mattress, likely removing your own robe to make your safe comfortable under the duvet.

“I’m sorry for the intrusion,” you murmur just loud enough that he catches it but quiet enough that he knows you didn’t necessarily mean for him to hear you.

Copia clicks the cage door open. “What have I told you, stellina, ah? You don’t need to apologise with me.”

He carefully lifts Catacomb into his grasp and shuts the cage up again before bringing the little black and white rat over to you. The mix of gratitude and excitement on your face as you smile up at him is almost enough for him to forget that he was supposed to be asleep. Both of you were.

“Was it the same one?” he asks as you tenderly cuddle his little friend, petting and stroking the top of her head.

There’s a momentary flicker of sadness in your eyes, the memories of the nightmare clinging to you as you nod your head.

He knows nightmares all too well. They’re part of why he sleeps so poorly at night and, while he wouldn’t wish that upon anyone, he’s glad that he’s not alone in this. You both have an intimate understanding of what it is to be plagued in that way. It’s why he always tells you to come to him when they keep you up at night, no matter what time of night it is. It’s a rare occasion for him to not already be awake when it happens, but still you apologise as if you’re the one keeping him from sleeping and not the grim images burnt into his brain. Each time he tells you that you don’t need to, but still you do. It’s become a routine at this point.

Copia slips the robe off his shoulders and climbs under the covers with you, pulling you into his arms so that you’re resting against his chest with Catacomb snuggling into your pyjamas. Your warmth and your scent immediately ease him, comfort settling into his soul. If he didn’t know you, he would say that you were a witch or a sorceress and casting spells upon him to rid him of his troubles, even if just for a moment.

The kiss you press to his bare collarbone is tender, your nose nuzzling him as you make yourself comfortable. “Thank you for letting me stay.”

His fingers trail up and down your back as he tries to soothe you back into sleep, hopefully a peaceful one. “You don’t need to thank me, cuore mio. You are always welcome here.”

He shifts his position slightly so that he can press his lips against yours. There’s no lust or desperation like other kisses you’ve shared. This one is gentle and full of love and the words he wants to say but doesn’t have to. It doesn’t last long, but it doesn’t need to. You know what he’s saying and feel both grateful and blessed.

“Get some rest now, stellina. Morning service starts in a few hours and Sister Imperator would not be happy if we slept through it.”

You hum in agreement, already starting to doze. “I always sleep better with you, my love.”

Your words flood his chest with warmth, and he holds you against him a little tighter, careful to make sure that there’s no possibility of the snoozing Catacomb getting crushed. “I too find it easier to rest when you’re in my arms. Perhaps we should make this a more permanent arrangement, hm?”

You giggle softly and he can’t help but smile in response. “I wouldn’t be opposed to that,” you tell him through a yawn.

Soon enough, the two of you drift back to sleep. For now, at least, the two of you have been bewitched into a peaceful, dreamless slumber.

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sluttyten · 2 years

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I Know a Place || Part 3

Part 1 || Part 2 || Part 3

summary: you have feelings for Jaehyun, and although you think it’s not possible for him to feel the same, that it’s not possible for him to think of you as anything more than a hookup, as Mark Lee would say “the possibility of all those possibilities being possible is just another possibility that can possibly happen”

length: 11,684 words

tags: exhibitionism, public sex, blowjobs, cockwarming, slight jealousy, feelings

For three weeks, you don’t see or hear from Jaehyun. You can’t blame him for the silence. He’s a busy idol with a schedule full of recordings and photoshoots and meetings and practice. You’re busy too. Multiple exams and projects due, so you don’t even have time to miss him for the majority of that time, but at the end of those three weeks, as you finally see the light at the end of the long, long tunnel that is your university schedule, you start to think about him.

As fate would have it, Jaehyun’s thinking of you as well.

“Are you busy today?” is the first message you receive from him in three weeks.

It’s a Wednesday afternoon, during an extended break you have between one class and a night class you’re taking. Technically you’re not busy. You’re just sitting in a quiet corner on campus, reading an assignment for one of your classes to kill time while you wait since it’s not worth it to go home only to have to come right back to campus.

“I have a class tonight, but I’m not doing anything until then,” you respond, feeling a warm thrill as the typing bubble appears at the bottom of the screen.

Jaehyun sends, “Are you on campus?” followed quickly by “Can I come see you?”

You send him your location, “If you can find me.”

He shouldn’t have any problem with finding the building you’re in on campus, but the little corner you’re tucked in will probably be a little more difficult to locate. You’re in the lower level of the science building, sitting in the corner of the hallway that connects the lecture auditoriums to the labs and administrative offices. The hallway takes two ninety degree turns around an atrium filled with trees and tall bushes, a fountain and benches that you never see anyone sit on. Right where you’re sitting, there are a pair of armchairs, which you have seen students sitting in before, but no one usually passes through here at this hour of the afternoon.

At this time of year and at this hour, the sinking sun stretches across the floor from the atrium’s windows. This corner of the hallway is warm and comfy, the perfect little quiet nook to curl up with a book or to take a nap while you wait for your night class to begin.

It’s also why this spot has earned a place on your Hook Up list.

At either end of the hallway, there are doors. In the direction of the administrative offices and labs, the heavy double doors are almost completely out of sight of your seat, just barely visible through the two walls of glass and the leaves of bushes and trees. In the direction of the lecture auditoriums, the door is recessed, so you can always hear the door opening and closing with a slam before you can even see a person coming.

Any time you’ve sat here, you’ve always had some warning of an approaching person before they were within sight, which makes it a perfect location for a bit of exhibitionism.

You’re surprised you only have to send Jaehyun one hint as to where you’re actually at, and then you hear the sound of the door from the labs opening and a split moment later hear it loudly slamming shut, the sound echoing along the hallway.

And then you see Jaehyun rounding the corner.

He looks so good. A backwards black hat, a warm-looking black crewneck sweatshirt, a mask that his eyes shine out over the top of. He has a bag on his shoulder, and as soon as Jaehyun sees you, he pulls the mask off and puts it in his bag. “Hi,” he says, a smile pulling at the corners of his lips and crinkling the corners of his eyes.

You sit up straighter, smiling up at him as he approaches. “You found me! Welcome to spot number 7!”

For a split second, Jaehyun looks confused, but then his expression clears. “Right here?” He stops, standing right in front of you, and he looks around. “We’re in the middle of a hallway.”

You nod. “It’s the perfect spot, trust me.”

Jaehyun doesn’t look too certain about it, even with your reassurance.

“In the hour I’ve already been sitting here, only one person has walked by. There are doors at either end that are very loud when they close. We won’t be caught.” You bite your bottom lip. “So what do you say?”

Tentatively, you reach up, brushing your fingers across his denim-covered thighs, up to the edge of his sweatshirt, underneath to find the button fastening his jeans shut.

Jaehyun inhales slowly. “Are you gonna blow me?” He touches your hair, fingers twisting through the strands.

You nod, looking up at him through your eyelashes, and it’s really not fucking fair that Jaehyun looks so good from every angle. Your fingers work at the button on his pants, opening them, unzipping him, and you reach in to cup his dick through his underwear. Jaehyun helpfully lifts the edge of his sweatshirt up enough that you can see his abs, can see his navel, and can see the fine trail of hair between his navel and the band of his underwear.

“Mm, h--” Jaehyun breaks off what he was saying as he moans softly when you lean in, pressing a kiss to his abdomen, your hand stroking the shape of his dick, feeling him grow harder beneath your touch. You scatter kisses across his abdomen and his hip bones jutting above the waistband, your thumb swipes over Jaehyun’s tip, feeling the spot beneath your touch growing damp the longer you go on like this.

When you drag the waistband of his underwear down, your lips follow the movement, immediately wrapping your lips around Jaehyun’s cockhead, and bobbing your mouth on him.

Jaehyun moans loud enough that you hear it echo through the hallway, and that only encourages you to work harder to hear him. His fingers tighten in your hair, his other hand clenches at his sweatshirt, and his hips rock forward subtly to bury himself deeper into the heat of your mouth.

Distantly, you hear the rattle of a lab equipment cart passing by the doors of the hallway, and Jaehyun’s hips buck forward, gagging you around his length, and he moans again, though this time the sound is more muffled.

You’re sitting on the edge of your seat, clinging to Jaehyun’s hips, your face buried against his abdomen the only thing keeping you from sliding off your seat. You pull back, lick your lips as you lift your gaze to Jaehyun’s face while you stroke him off. Jaehyun’s eyes are closed, his bottom lip caught beneath his teeth, another choked-back moan comes from him, and you dip back in.

You slurp and suck, trying to watch Jaehyun’s face as you do. You like to look up at his face and see the heat of his blush in his ears and across his cheeks when you circle his sensitive tip with your tongue, to see the way his head drops forward when you fuck your throat back down on him.

Jaehyun groans, his hand leaving your hair to grasp your wrist when he hears a door open at one end of the hallway.

You pull off of him, a long line of droolly precum stretching between your lips and Jaehyun’s cock. It snaps and you’re so tempted to dive back in and swallow him down.

There’s a loud slam as the door falls shut, footsteps tap across the floor. You sink back in your seat, and Jaehyun quickly moves over to the seat beside you, sitting down and tugging his shirt down over the open front of his pants. You pick up your long-forgotten reading assignment, leaning over toward Jaehyun and pointing at the page right as the stranger comes around the corner from the labs.

If this stranger spares you or Jaehyun a second glance, they’ll just see you as two students studying together. You don’t look up from the reading, and you don’t even move more than drawing your finger across the page until you hear the door to the lecture auditoriums slam shut as well.

“Fuck.” Jaehyun groans, and leans back in his seat, and your gaze is drawn down to his lap, to his cock exposed once more as his sweatshirt draws up when Jaehyun lifts his hands to mess with his hat. His cock is so hard, pink and shiny, wet in the afternoon sunlight and the fluorescent lighting overhead.

You badly want to fall to your knees in between Jaehyun’s spread legs, to suck him off until he cums down your throat. But at the same time you can feel a pool of wetness in your leggings. Your pussy is throbbing with heat, hungry to be filled.

“Do you have a condom?” You ask him, reaching over to stroke a single finger up from the base of his dick to his sticky tip. “I really, really want to ride you.”

Jaehyun swallows hard, licking his lips as he watches your finger move in slow circles around his pink tip. “I do, uh, have one. It’s in my bag.” He kicks a foot out, accidentally dumping his bag over on the floor, but he doesn’t move to sit it up, instead just drops his head against the back of the chair with a moan. You pull your finger away from the cockhead, a glistening string of his wetness connecting you and him for a moment.

You leave your seat, picking up his bag and dropping it into his lap.

Jaehyun opens it up, digging through it until he comes up with a condom. He pushes his bag back off onto the floor, reaching for you, pulling you down onto his lap. You sit facing forward, your back against Jaehyun’s chest, and he brings one hand around, slipping it under your hoodie from the side, his fingers skimming over your belly and then down into the front of your leggings, plunging quickly inside your pussy.

Positioned like this, if anyone were to walk along the hallway, it wouldn’t necessarily be obvious that Jaehyun’s got his cock out or that he was at that moment fingering you. Except that after three weeks untouched (but constantly thinking about Jaehyun), having Jaehyun touching you is quickly overwhelming, and you lean your head back against Jaehyun’s shoulder. That might make it a lot more obvious.

You’re already so wet, gushing around Jaehyun’s fingers, soft mewls of pleasure escaping from your lips.

“Just put your cock in me, Jae.” You groan, reaching down to grasp at his wrist through your sweatshirt.

He pulls his hand out from your leggings, holding his hand up in the light so you can see the wetness between his fingers.

“How? How do you want to do this?” Jaehyun asks as you scoot forward on his thighs.

You twist around, picking up the condom from where he sat it on the arm of the chair. “Just like this. I’ll ride you,” you say, tearing open the condom wrapper. He holds his breath when you roll it down over his cock, when you turn back to face forward and reach down to pull the back of your leggings down over your ass just enough that from the front you still look fully dressed, but your ass is exposed.

You’re wearing a jacket that covers you from the sides as well, all but hiding from view the way that Jaehyun grips your hips and pulls you back to sit on his cock. You bounce on his cock, not trying to be subtle at all about what you’re doing because there’s clearly no one around and there are no security cameras here either, and it’s been three weeks since you last had anything like this so you can’t even bring yourself to hold back.

The orgasm is quick, much quicker than you believed you would cum, and you keep going, riding Jaehyun to extend your pleasure.

Jaehyun pushes you up, and he stands up with you, spins you around, and gets you back onto the seat on your knees, arms braced on the back of the seat. He fucks you hard and fast, just needing to cum now, and you can’t control your moans, each thrust of Jaehyun’s punching a moan out of you, his own sounds growing to match yours as he spills into the condom.

He steps back, flopping down into your abandoned seat.

You reach back, pull your leggings back up over your ass, and slump down into the seat to look over at Jaehyun as he carefully removes the condom and ties it off.

The reality of the situation hits you, that you just got fucked by Jaehyun in this hallway, and you start laughing happily, and Jaehyun laughs too.

You’re both still laughing when the doors open, and you hear several voices. Jaehyun puts his cock away, sits up and hides the condom, turns his face so the passing group can’t really see his face. But you’re both still laughing, and they definitely give the two of you some weird looks, but you don’t mind because Jaehyun’s looking at you with true happiness in his eyes.

A week later, Jaehyun messages you at the same time as he had the previous Wednesday. “Are you free again?”

You wish you were. You’ve been buzzing off the high of meeting up with him last week, and you’ve been dying to see him again. The few messages you’ve sent back and forth over the last several days haven’t been nearly enough.

But this afternoon you’re not free to sit down in your quiet corner and relish the memory of fucking Jaehyun there. “I’m studying with some classmates,” you message him back.

You get a pouty emoji in response, then, “Are you doing anything after your class?”

“You can’t wait until even tomorrow to get your dick wet?” You tease. “I’m free after class. Do you want to meet me at spot number 8 on my list?”

The typing bubble appears for a moment, then disappears, and you wait for a response but there isn’t one. You’re sitting with your classmates, supposedly studying together for this quiz you’re about to have in your night class, but you just keep checking your phone for his response.

You don’t see his response until you’re walking through the door of your classroom two hours later.

“I’ll be there just tell me where and when” paired with a selfie where Jaehyun looks too damn attractive. And before you have time to respond a second image comes through: his hand resting on a bulge in the front of his pants.

Now, how the hell are you supposed to focus on your quiz when that image is imprinted on the back of your eyelids every time you blink? You quickly send him the time that your class ends, and tell him where you expect to see him waiting when you get out of class.

The time drags on like it never has before, and that’s saying something since your night class usually feels like it lasts forever. But tonight it’s an eternity. You can feel your phone buzz with messages, can see Jaehyun’s picture superimposed over your vision, and by the time your professor actually ends the class for the night, your heart is racing and your body is already prepared for Jaehyun. You’d be shocked if you didn’t leave a puddle in your seat when you stood up and raced from the classroom.

You check your phone as you walk through the building, heading in the direction of the place you’d told Jaehyun to be. You read your messages from him. First: “A bench?” Then: “That bench? I have a better idea.” And third: “I’m picking you up outside the building.”

A new thrill starts up inside you, a flutter in your heart as you at that moment reach the main exit of the building, and you see Jaehyun leaning against the wall outside, a hood pulled up over a hat tugged low on his head and a mask obscuring the rest of his face. If you hadn’t been expecting him, you wouldn’t have recognized him at all.

Even with very little of his face visible, you can still tell when he grins at the sight of you. “You look cute,” he says, gesturing at your outfit.

Tonight you’re wearing a skirt and a cardigan and knee high socks, looking every bit the vision of a schoolgirl. You couldn’t have dressed better if you’d known you were going to see Jaehyun tonight. It’s the perfect ease of access outfit.

“Thank you.” You do a little spin for him, and Jaehyun laughs, reaching for your hand to tug you to his side. “You said you had a different idea than my bench? Switching up the spots on my list, Jaehyun?” He starts walking and you fall in step beside him, letting him lead you wherever he will.

He glances down at you, and you can see the crinkles around his eyes that let you know that he’s smiling. “It’s still a bench. Just a slightly more risky one.”

A more risky bench? That wasn’t too difficult to do. The bench you’d sent him to was basically hidden out of sight, tucked away in a tall hedge along a path. It had originally earned its spot on your list because it was the perfect spot to hook up in public yet out of sight, but now it seems that Jaehyun has developed a taste for places on campus that aren’t quite as hidden away.

You chat about your days as the pair of you cross campus, your hand still folded warmly in his, and to any of the other people passing you by, you and Jaehyun might just look like any other couple. But you know that you’re not. You’re just the lucky girl that gets to fuck him, and even though you get that warm thrill in your belly when you consider the possibility of becoming Jaehyun’s girlfriend, you know that it’s not a possibility that’s really possible.

Even when he had gone with you to grab some food before class last week after you hooked up, after he’d messaged you multiple times this week to just ask you about your day, even now, when he’d picked you up from class and was holding your hand. These were all things that you know a boyfriend would do. But Jaehyun wasn’t that. You weren’t his girlfriend, and you know that he’s only meeting up with you to finish out your list.

Jaehyun squeezes your hand, and you look up from your feet to his face.

“Right here?” He indicates with his head a bench that you didn’t realize you were standing beside.

You look around, not quite sure where he’s led you to since you’ve been lost in your thoughts. And then you realize that Jaehyun has basically led you right to the center of campus.

Across from you, behind a row of trees on the other side of the path, is the main green, an open grassy area where many students gather during the daytime, and right now there’s still quite a lot of people gathered in bunches. Some are playing with a football, some people are playing with a dog, other groups are eating together and laughing, at one end of the green there’s even a projection screen set up while the AV club plays a movie for free admission to any students.

To your left is the food court where many students are coming to and leaving for dinner, a semi-steady stream of students passing by on the path just in front of this bench.

It’s not just risky to have sex here, it’s bordering on public indecency.

You clutch his hand. “Are you sure we could get away with it here?”

Jaehyun nods. “It’s dark when you sit on the bench. No one will notice unless we draw attention to ourselves. You’ve just got to be quiet.”

You want to argue, to remind him that he can be noisy as well, but Jaehyun’s already backing up to sit down on the bench, pulling you down to sit directly in his lap. And maybe he’s right. Sitting here on the bench now, you can tell that unless people are intentionally looking at you and Jaehyun, they’re not really gonna see anything at all.

The bench itself is situated a couple feet back off the path, this little spot flanked by a tall row of hedges. The nearest lamp posts are at least a dozen feet off on either side. It’s as near to being out of sight as you can be in such a public setting. Still visible, but just barely within the awareness of passersby.

A thrill races through you.

When Jaehyun puts his hands on your thighs, pressing lightly with his fingertips to get you to spread them apart, you feel heat rise to your cheeks. A small cluster of students pass by not six feet away on the path. Jaehyun’s fingers trail up your bare thighs, and when he lets his hand wander beneath your skirt, he moans.

“Thought we need to be quiet?” You tease, shifting back more on his lap as another set of people walk by.

“You’re not wearing any panties,” Jaehyun whispers. His fingertips slip through your wetness. “Have you been like this all day?”

You lean back against his chest, tilt your head back on his shoulder as he brings one arm up to curl around your waist. “Wet? Only since you messaged me. And the panties? I took those off on my way out of the building.” You brush your lips against his jaw. “I wanted to be ready for you.”

Jaehyun sinks his middle finger inside you, and your thighs immediately try to close around him.

You’re grateful that no one passes by at that moment because you whimper, and it’s only Jaehyun’s quiet, “Hush now,” that gets you to bite your lip and keep from making another sound.

As you wiggle in his lap, you can feel his erection against your ass, the definite feel of his cock twitching when another moan escapes as he fills you with a second finger and his legs move, pressing your thighs apart again.

Across the path, you can definitely still see the green and a group of students that sit close to the edge near you and Jaehyun. They’re still over a dozen feet away, but you know that if you moan even a little too loud they’ll look up and potentially see you. Though it is dark out, the nearest lamp post is just far enough away from the bench that you don’t think someone at that distance would really be able to see, but still. The idea of having people this close, of people passing by constantly while Jaehyun has his fingers buried inside you, it’s all a lot.

Jaehyun is three fingers deep inside you, his palm grinding against your clit and his head bowed to kiss at your exposed throat. He’s got his fingers massaging right against your G-spot, and you can feel the overwhelming urgency of your rising orgasm, and you’re terrified and also more turned on when you realize that you might squirt for him, as you’ve done in the past.

You can feel how sloppy and wet your pussy is as Jaehyun fucks his fingers inside you, and your toes are curling in your shoes, ready to cum, you’re so close--

And Jaehyun pulls his fingers away, leaving you open and exposed to the cool night air on your wet pussy.

“What the fuck, Jaehyun?” You groan, lifting yourself away from his chest, ready to turn around and face him when he uses that arm still tight around your waist to keep holding you as you are in his lap.

“Patience.” He kisses your cheek, and then you feel his hand that had previously been fingering you right to the edge now bumps against your lower back and you hear Jaehyun sigh as he gets a hand around himself. “I’ve been thinking about this for hours now. Since I realized you wanted me to fuck you on a bench. I knew exactly how I wanted this to go.”

You hear the quiet sound of him jerking himself off behind your back, and you want to turn and look, you want to hear him moan, you want him to put it inside of you. But at that moment a whole flock of sorority girls starts to pass in front of your bench. Your legs snap closed, and not a moment too soon. A few of them glance at you and Jaehyun. One stares for longer than is necessary, but it’s not like there’s anything wrong with a girl sitting on a guy’s lap, and from the perspective of anyone standing on the path, that’s all that this looks like. It’s basically all that it is except that Jaehyun’s touching himself behind your back.

As the last sorority girl fades out of sight, you roll your ass back. “Is this all we’re gonna do? You edge me, and then jerk yourself off?”

“No,” Jaehyun says. “I just want you to be a good girl for me, sit on me and keep me warm for a bit.”

You feel the shift of fabric as he pulls the elastic waist of his sweatpants down below his balls, hear the quiet tear as he rips open a condom wrapper and the tiny sound of him rolling the condom down his length. You feel a brief kiss of cool night air against one side of your ass as Jaehyun lifts your skirt, and then you lean forward. Jaehyun makes a low sound of satisfaction as he presses his tip against your entrance, you push back right as he thrusts in, and you seat yourself right down in his lap, his erection fully sheathed inside you.

“Perfect,” Jaehyun whispers, lowering his mouth to your shoulder. And he’s right. It feels perfect. The temperate night air feels wonderful against your heated skin. Jaehyun places a hand on your thigh, and you think he’s about to pry your legs apart, but he doesn’t; he just leaves his hand there while you sit there, a good girl for him.

After a few moments of adjusting to this constant state of fullness for you and the constant warmth and wetness squeezing around him, Jaehyun digs his phone out of his pocket and brings it around in front of you.

He plays some videos for you to watch while you just cockwarm him out here in public. Funny videos and interesting videos, bits of things his friends have sent him. And you quickly realize that it feels odd but not bad to laugh with him inside you. You learn that you like having him just like this, especially because people keep passing by every few minutes, and with Jaehyun’s phone out lighting you both up, people are more likely to look.

Which is why it shouldn’t have been so surprising when someone recognizes you.

You’re watching something on Jaehyun’s phone, laughing at it and subconsciously thinking that you really want to start riding him, when you hear someone say your name.

It’s just an instinctual reaction to lift your gaze up to find who’s speaking, and when you do, you make eye contact with someone.

It’s a guy that you had a few classes with last semester. You were pretty good friends with him in those classes, and you hung out together a few times outside of class, and you’re pretty sure that he had a crush on you, but he never properly asked you out on a date, and even if he had, you didn’t feel that way about him.

“It is you!” He smiles and comes closer, and it’s only then that he seems to see Jaehyun, realizing that you’re sitting on Jaehyun’s lap. The smile on his face slips a bit then, and you feel Jaehyun’s hand on your thigh twitch a bit, his fingers dipping into the crease between your thighs, fingers digging in.

You blink at the other guy, offer him a little smile. “Hey! How have you been?”

He smiles at you, only slightly awkward in the way that he keeps glancing at Jaehyun. But he answers you, “It’s so weird not having any classes together this semester.”

“I’m focusing more on other credits than my major,” you explain, knowing that you’re opening up a whole branch of conversation here, which unfortunately he readily picks up.

You don’t want to make small talk or be forced to have any type of a conversation with him while you’ve got Jaehyun’s cock inside you, but it doesn’t seem to be turning Jaehyun off at all. You feel his cock twitch, his hand growing tighter on your thigh, slipping a little bit higher. He shifts beneath you, as if he’s trying to get more comfortable, but in doing so, his cock fits inside you just differently enough that you have to bite down on your tongue.

Cutting this conversation short is the only thing on your mind when Jaehyun starts stroking your thigh now. You stutter over your words, and you’re sure you’re blushing, and maybe it’s something about that behavior that causes your ex-classmate to decide it’s time to leave.

“I’ll leave you and your boyfriend to the rest of your night,” he says, glancing one last time past you to Jaehyun’s still almost entirely obscured by shadow face.

Right as you start to say, “Oh, he’s not my boyfriend,” Jaehyun speaks up, reaching a hand up to wave as he says, “Thanks, man. You have a good night, too.”

As soon as the other man is gone, Jaehyun drops his hand to your hip. “Who was that guy? An ex?”

You snort a laugh. “No. We had classes together last semester. We were kinda friends until break, then that was the first time we’ve talked in months.”

Jaehyun makes some noise you can’t discern, then he says, “The way he looked at you, I figured it must’ve been something more. Imagine what he’d have thought if he knew the whole time he was making those eyes at you, I was buried inside you.”

He uses his hand on your hip to pull you back on him, and then he pushes you away, getting your hips moving in a rolling motion that you start to do on your own after a moment, loving the sweet tingle that starts up in your belly and down to your fingertips and toes as you squeeze your thighs tight together and make these slow, small movements.

“Do you think he would’ve stayed to watch if he knew?” Jaehyun asks, slipping his hand under the back of your skirt to touch your ass. “Would you like to have someone actually watch us?”

Honestly, it’s the thrill of doing things like this in public and getting away with it without being actually caught that does it for you. Almost being caught, too, is exhilarating. But you think that someone watching, someone catching you in the act of whatever it is that you’re doing with Jaehyun, that would be embarrassing.

You shake your head no.

Jaehyun goes strangely still behind you for a moment, so quickly that you almost don’t notice. But then he recovers and says, “You feel so warm, honey.”

The pet name does it for you. Honey, Jaehyun calls you again in his sweet, deep voice. You sigh and sink back, your hands searching for his to hold onto as you move your hips a little faster.

Someone passes by on the path, but they’re on their phone. They don’t even acknowledge that they’re aware you and Jaehyun exist. Not even when you moan a very soft Jaehyun.

His hips roll up off the bench, bouncing you up in his lap as he attempts to be deeper inside your tight heat. And he does it again right as a pair of guys pass by. You thrust yourself back down on Jaehyun, your fingers twisted with his free hand while his other swats lightly at your ass. You move a little faster, rolling your hips in these tight, small circles.

“Honey, so good for me,” Jaehyun moans in your ear, and his hand leaves your ass, coming around the front of your skirt, pressing between your thighs until they fall apart and his hand has free access to your pussy. He flicks the edge of your skirt, and it folds up on your thighs, and then Jaehyun has his fingers at your pussy, slipping through the wetness that leaks out of you with each gentle thrust, and he brings his fingers to your clit.

This would be better, you know, if he was bare inside your pussy, if the thin barrier of the condom was removed from this equation it would feel better.

You almost tell Jaehyun that. Almost tell him that if he pulls out right now he can take the condom off and fuck you properly without it. But you also know it’s a risk that you shouldn’t take. He’s busy with his career, you’re still in school trying to focus on getting your degree so you can start your career. The last thing you need at that moment is the risk of falling pregnant by someone that you’re not even in a relationship with, someone who is barely even a part of your life.

The slow swirl of his fingers against your clit, the rolling thrusts of his cock inside you, it’s all so good, you can feel the buzzy warmth of your orgasm creeping up on you, the light airiness of it swelling in your belly. You’re already quaking in his arms before you cum, biting down so harshly on your bottom lip that you’re surprised you haven’t broken through yet.

“Gonna cum for me?” Jaehyun asks, slowing his fingers on your clit, his voice a teasing lilt. “I want to feel you cum, honey.”

Your legs spread, and your hips jerk. Jaehyun’s fingers speed back up, and your orgasm swells, a sigh punches out of your chest through your lips, and your pulse races, energy over every inch of your skin.

His sticky fingers leave your clit, trailing over your skin beneath your skirt until both of his hands are clutching at each side of your hips, keeping you moving on his cock. Your eyes are barely propped open, your teeth still buried against your bottom lip, and you can see the shadows of people on the green and a couple that passes by on the path, and if any of them would just turn and look, in this moment there’s no denying what you and Jaehyun are doing, but none of them look. None of them see you getting fucked so well on such a handsome man’s cock.

When Jaehyun cums a moment later, his arms slide around the front of you, tight around your waist, tugging you back against his chest.

He tucks his face against your neck, scattering kisses along your throat. “That was so good. You were so good. I love doing this.” His voice breaks on the last sentence, but you’re too far gone into your pleasure to even think about teasing him about it.

The pair of you sit together like that a while longer, his cock going soft inside of you. At this point you’re so comfortable like this, sitting in his lap and on his cock with his arms around you and his head on your shoulder. You don’t want to move. You hate the idea of parting ways, but a little reminder in the back of your head annoyingly makes itself known.

“Jaehyun,” you whisper after a bit, laying one of your hands over his arm. “We’ve got to go. I have homework I’ve got to do. An essay due at midnight.”

It’s already a bit after nine, probably edging closer to ten. If you could afford to take the loss and turn the paper in late, you would, but it’s for a class where you could use every point that your work earns. You’ve got to go.

Jaehyun presses a last kiss to your neck, and then his arms go loose around your waist. You lift yourself off his cock, feeling uncomfortably empty and cold as you do so. You wait for him to remove the condom and put his dick away, for him to pat your hip, before you stand up, tugging your skirt perfectly down into place. You turn to face him.

“Can I at least walk you back to your dorm?” Jaehyun asks.

Your heart pounds in a fresh way that has very little to do with your orgasm from minutes ago. You smile as Jaehyun stands up, as he puts his mask back on and tugs his hat back lower over his eyes. “Yeah, you can do that.”

The whole walk back across campus to your dorm, you feel light and happy and warm and drunk on the experience of being with Jaehyun, and you know there’s another word that you can use to easily sum up all of those feelings in one, but you can’t use that. You can’t acknowledge that you feel that way when you know that it’s useless to feel it.

When you reach the door to your building, you think for a moment that Jaehyun’s going to kiss you. The pair of you linger outside, neither one saying goodbye, while the whole time that pesky reminder in the back of your head has started a countdown to midnight when your essay is due.

You really, really want a kiss. Want a sweet goodnight and goodbye from him.

But instead Jaehyun lifts his hand up, plucks a piece of fuzz from your shoulder, and says, “Two places left on the list, right? I’m free tomorrow night, all day Tuesday, and any other time you want me, just let me know, and I can try to be there.” His thumb skates along your cheek. “Goodnight, I should go....”

The way he trails off leaves you thinking that there’s something more that he means to say, but he never does. He just swipes his thumb along your cheek one last time, and then turns and walks away.

The ninth spot on your list is nowhere really nice. Not that anywhere on your list is necessarily nice. But this is just another bathroom, a secluded one in the liberal arts building that you drag Jaehyun into when he shows up outside your classroom one morning. You have half an hour before your next class on the other side of the campus, not much time at all to fuck around, but Jaehyun’s handsy enough that he’s drawing attention to the two of you, so you laugh and drag him down the hallway, up the back stairwell to the next floor of the building.

He fucks you hard and fast in the bathroom stall, the whole row of stalls shaking with each of his thrusts as you hold onto the door for stability. You’re sure you’re both being noisier than you should be, but no one hardly ever comes into these bathrooms. And if anyone chooses to at that time, then they don’t make it fully inside before they realize what’s going on.

It’s a very quick quickie, and by the time that anyone who did overhear the pair of you could have contacted security to break it up, you’re both already on your way.

“I have the day off,” Jaehyun tells you as he walks with you from the building using the side entrance. “I didn’t have anything to do until later tonight when I’m going to the studio to work on a song with a producer, so I figured I’d come hang out with you. See if we can knock the last two places off your list.”

You try to give him a smile, but it doesn’t quite make its way to your lips. Now, after that bathroom, there’s just one last place, and you hate to think that the end of the list is already here. Maybe, just maybe you can tack on a few extras to get him to stay with you longer. Surely, there’s a few more places on campus that you can come up with?

You do have several more classes today than just that one that you’d come out of, and while your next class is in just a small classroom setting, the one after that is in a full lecture hall so it’s easy to sneak Jaehyun in to sit with you. After that, you grab drinks together from the campus coffee shop, and then he comes with you to the library so you can pull a few books you need for a project you’ve got coming up.

“I’m sorry,” you whisper to Jaehyun as you wander the shelves, trying to locate one of the books.

Jaehyun walks behind you, his fingers passing over the spines. “Why’re you sorry?”

“Because my day is boring.” You stop, scanning the shelf in front of you. “Because your life is definitely much more exciting than mine, and you’re here just like sitting in on classes and following me around the library looking for books.”

“It’s not boring,” Jaehyun laughs, and he steps up beside you, placing his hand on your lower back.

You make a doubting noise, looking up the shelves until you find the book you need on the top shelf. You stretch up, trying to reach it, but you’re just too short. You sink back down flat onto your feet, and you look at Jaehyun. He rolls his eyes in a goodhearted way, and he fetches it down for you.

“I don’t think your day is boring,” Jaehyun tells you. “I don’t get to do any of this stuff. Your day is different from my kind of day, so I think it’s interesting. Plus, I like hanging out with you, even if we’re just in the library. Libraries can be fun; you’ve shown me that.”

“Mm, yeah, that’s what I thought.” You tap your book against his chest, and Jaehyun just smiles cheekily. “You want to go to the stairwell again? The study room? The stacks?”

He laughs and wraps his hands around your wrist. “No, seriously. I just want to hang out with you. We don’t have to go to any of those places.”

You don’t fully believe him, not when he keeps glancing down at your lips, but before you can call him out on it, Jaehyun turns and starts walking away, guiding you after him by his hold on your wrist. And although his back is to you and he can’t see your face, you smile.

After spending that whole day together, you don’t get to see Jaehyun for another two weeks. You’re both busy, although he’s busier, and you’re left with plenty of time to daydream about him, muse on your growing feelings, and miss him. You’ve messaged each other a bit, and when in one of those messages, Jaehyun mentions a movie that he wants to see, you tell him that you know the perfect place to watch it.

You’ve got a friend that volunteers as a tutor in the language/media lab here on campus. The lab is open until 5pm, at which point the tutors and the students being tutored abandon the rows of computers and language learning supplies as well as the large projector screen at one end of the room where there’s a rug, bean bag chairs, a couple of sofas, and a set of armchairs.

It’s a good spot. Better than your dorm because your roommate is always home, so you can’t exactly bring Jaehyun there. Better than his dorm for similar reasons. And the best reason is because when you were once visiting your friend while he was tutoring in the language lab, as you lounged on the beanbag chairs, it had occurred to you that this would be a sweet place to hook up.

So it became spot number 10.

And your friend is understanding when you ask him if you can pretty pretty pretty please borrow his key to the language lab for after hours use. He seems hesitant, but he grows more convinced the more you beg and the more you try to explain the situation without saying that it’s because you’re going to try to fuck Jung Jaehyun in there.

Luckily, your convincing words are a success, and on a Friday afternoon, your friend hands over his key with a warning to not mess up the room or break anything or use the computers for nefarious reasons.

“I promise you, we’re using the room to watch a movie,” you vow, taking the key with a wide grin.

You’re already in the room when Jaehyun arrives. You’re adjusting things, shifting around some beanbags, making sure that the projector is positioned right and in focus. You’re not paying any attention to the door, not until you hear a whistle.

“Wow, you look pretty,” Jaehyun says from the doorway.

You spin around, hand flying to cover your heartbeat. “You scared me!”

“I’m sorry.” Jaehyun comes inside, the door swinging shut behind him. “If I’d known you were going to look this nice, I’d have dressed up a little bit nicer, too.” He gestures at his plain tshirt and black jeans, then waves at the flowy midi skirt you’re wearing with a cropped cami.

The way he’s looking at you, either eating you alive with his eyes or stripping you bare, it makes you feel like you made some good decisions about tonight.

“You look good too. You always do,” you tell him.

Jaehyun walks closer, still looking at you, his hands flexing at his sides as he comes to stand beside you, as if he’s holding himself back from reaching out to touch you. His slow, steady gaze rests on you, and you feel yourself warming under his attention, feeling the same tingly desire to touch him, to put a hand on his chest and feel his heartbeat thrumming beneath your touch.

You open your mouth to say something, though you’re not sure what.

Jaehyun looks away, the tension snapping all at once as he glances around the room, taking in the space. “This is an interesting place.”

You take the opportunity to abandon the tension, starting to babble to him about this being the language lab, how your friend is a tutor. You go on and on, moving to sit down in one of the bean bag chairs, and Jaehyun sits down in the other one right beside yours. You sit there for a bit, just talking about everything and anything until you suddenly realize that you’ve both shifted toward each other, leaning into each other on your beanbags, elbows touching, knees brushing, his foot resting against your ankle.

And you suddenly remember that you invited him here because of the movie he wanted to see.

“Are you ready to watch the movie?” You pull back, standing up quickly and running your hands over your skirt as you walk over to start the movie on the projector. You hear Jaehyun settling into the beanbag chair to get comfortable, and you walk away to turn off the overhead lights, shutting you and him into the mostly dark language lab, and the opening of the movie appears on the projection screen.

Jaehyun looks up at you as you come back around, and you can just feel his warm gaze on you, watching as you pass in front of him and as you sit down into the beanbag beside his. Immediately he reaches for your hand, lacing his fingers through yours in a way that makes you feel very warm.

For a little while you try to focus on the movie. Jaehyun is fully drawn in by the movie, and you try to be as well, but instead you keep finding yourself watching him. You lean your head back on the beanbag and turn your head to observe the way that the light of the movie plays over his handsome face, the way that his face offers up tiny expressive reactions to what happens—the lifting of his eyebrows in surprise, the quirking up of the corners of his lips when something funny happens, the widening of his eyes and the tiny parting of his lips at some new drama on screen.

Watching him is better than watching the movie itself, you think.

Soon you forget about the movie, too lost in Jaehyun and his hand enveloping yours and his attractive lips that you can’t seem to look away from. And you remember that one of your reasons for bringing Jaehyun here is to initiate a hook up in the tenth place on your campus hook up list.

But he seems happy to just watch the movie and hold your hand, and you like this. This feeling. It almost makes you feel like there’s something real between you and Jaehyun, that this isn’t just an extended series of meeting up to fuck.

When you scoot closer to Jaehyun and cautiously rest your head on his shoulder, you hold your breath, waiting to see how he will respond.

Jaehyun lets out a contented sigh, and when you look up at his face, even from the odd angle, you can see that he’s smiling. He makes another tiny sound of satisfaction when you lift your hand and his hand up, fingers still laced together, and you turn your bound hands so Jaehyun’s knuckles brush against your lips.

His head twitches in your direction, as if he’s still trying to watch the movie but also trying to look at you.

You do it again. A brush of your lips on his knuckles. A light kiss to the back of his hand, and then you unfold your fingers from his, spreading his hand open wide and you trail soft kisses across his palm and to his fingertips, then back down to his wrist. By this point, Jaehyun’s struggling to keep watching the movie, half of his attention dedicated to watching you.

You lift your head from his shoulder, and now he’s fully watching you. The action of the movie is just movement and noise out of the corner of your eye, but Jaehyun is all you can really see, and he’s looking right into your eyes as you bring your lips back up to his fingers, just a soft kiss to his pointer finger and then his index. And then you part your lips, and making full eye contact with Jaehyun, you suck his fingers into your mouth.

For a moment, he watches in awe, your lips spreading around his fingers. For a moment the world is shrunken down to just the feel of his fingers in your mouth. Then you slip your free hand over his thigh to the front of his pants.

Jaehyun jerks back from you, breaking all contact with you, and your stomach twists and plummets as you drop your hands into your lap.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize automatically.

You can’t meet his eyes as Jaehyun looks at you. He laughs hollowly, a sarcastic, humorless sound. “I really thought you asked me here to just watch this movie. But this is just another hook up, isn’t it? Is this the tenth spot?” You’re not a fan of this tone he’s taken--one that’s a mix between disappointed and upset, offended and a little angry.

“Jaehyun--”

He drops his head back onto the beanbag chair, folds his arms over his chest, and stares up at the ceiling. “Do you like me?”

Your heart skips a beat. “Do I like you?”

“Yeah.” Jaehyun’s tone is sharp. “Do you like me? Like, as more than just a guy to fuck in public places?”

Of course you do. You’ve liked him since before you first hooked up with him. That very first day, before you even reached the library, you were probably already a bit in love with Jaehyun. But you can’t say that to him. Not right now when the air between you is fraught with tension, like just one wrong move could shatter everything.

“I know that we started out doing this because of that day in the library. But I don’t just want to fuck you, you know that, right?” Jaehyun’s speaking up at the ceiling, and you just stare at him, your voice held captive in your chest by your heart sitting in your throat. Jaehyun continues, “When we didn’t see each other like at all after filming wrapped, I thought about you all the time. That day when we hung out at the gym kept replaying in my head, and yeah, I also kept thinking about you in that shower and fantasizing about what other places you had in mind and the way that you sound and feel and taste.”

Jaehyun turns his head to the side, finally looking at you again. He catches his bottom lip under his front teeth.

“I think you’re gorgeous,” he tells you in a hushed voice. “Since the first time I saw you on set, I thought you were beautiful. I like you, as more than someone to just fuck around with in public places. I’d like to be with you in private sometime too.” Jaehyun reaches over, his fingers brushing lightly along a loose section of your hair. “But I don’t know if you feel the same as I do. It seems like you only ever want to fuck me, to finish out this list. And if that’s the case, then please just let me know so I can spare myself the heartbreak of thinking we have more than we actually do.” He brings his knuckles up to run lightly across your cheek.

“Jaehyun.” His name leaves your lips as a broken sound, all of your emotions getting tangled up with the syllables of his name. You clear your throat and start again. “Jaehyun, do you really think that I don’t like you after all this?”

He shrugs, his knuckles gentle against your cheek still. “I don’t know. You always seem to just want to have sex, even when I’m showing up with solely the intention of hanging out with you. And, I don’t mean this to sound cocky or egotistic at all, but I’m an idol. Some people would do anything to get to be doing this with me.”

You scoff. “Do you actually think I’m like that?”

“No,” Jaehyun admits. “I don’t think you’re like that.”

“I like you,” you confess, reaching up to take hold of his hand against your cheek. “I really, really like you. I also happen to really love doing these dirty exhibitionist type things with you.”

“Me too. But I really want to have you in private. To take you on a date, which I almost thought tonight was supposed to be until you got all handsy,” he teases. You scrunch your nose up at him, and Jaehyun smiles so big and wide, all dimples and crinkly eyes. “I want to take you out to dinner. I want to get to know you even more. I want to introduce you to my people and be introduced to your people. I want to talk on the phone with you all night long and let you listen to my songs and….” Jaehyun pauses for a moment, and he presses his lips together. “I want to be in a relationship with you, if you’d like that.”

“Yeah, I would like that.” You laugh. You can’t help it. It’s a happy, sweet laugh that just bubbles out of you and draws Jaehyun closer. One moment he’s just sitting there looking at you with these beautiful, awe-filled eyes, and then in the next moment Jaehyun’s leaned in to kiss you.

The movie is forgotten as you kiss Jaehyun, as you weave your fingers through his hair, as he shifts closer and closer until he’s sliding off the beanbag to instead fit his body between your legs, pressing you into the beanbag as he trails fiery kisses across your throat, collarbones, and the top of your chest. You gasp and giggle and savor the feeling of Jaehyun’s hands skimming down your body, reaching for the hem of your long skirt to push it higher, lifting it over your knees and bunching it up around your thighs so his bare fingertips can touch your heated and sensitive inner thighs.

“Thought you wanted to watch this movie?” You ask him, a little bit breathlessly.

Jaehyun lifts his lips from your throat only long enough to say, “We can watch it together some other time when you’re not distracted thinking about fucking me in a classroom.”

You push your fingers through his hair, twisting lightly in a way that makes his lips twitch against your throat. You spread your legs a little wider, inviting Jaehyun in, wanting him to touch you. You want to feel his fingers where you’re growing wet for him, your pussy experiencing a Pavlovian response to having Jaehyun around.

He gets the message, and his right hand moves higher up your thigh until he reaches the juncture of your thigh and your hip, and then you feel his silent gasp of breath against your collarbone as his fingers find nothing but bare skin, and then Jaehyun simply moans when he extends his thumb to your slit and finds you already sticky with arousal all for him.

There’s no more talking as the lust sweeps over you both. Jaehyun’s mouth abandons your throat, and you watch as he sinks down your body until his shoulders are between your thighs, hands running along your thighs to bring them up over his shoulders, and he buries his head beneath your skirt. The first brush of his lips in a sweet kiss against your pussy sends an electric jolt through you.

Jaehyun teases you with slow, steady licks right at your clit that makes your belly bubble with warmth, a star burning brighter and brighter in your belly, and when he finally sucks your clit between his lips he begins alternating long licks along your slit and pleasantly sharp sucks at your clit. You’re dripping with wetness, and Jaehyun licks up every bit of it.

Each brush of his lips and swipe of his tongue heightens your pleasure, until you’re crying out his name on the wave of a moan, your hands diving into his hair to wrap your fingers tight and your thighs draw in around his head, your hips rolling against the sweet feeling of your orgasm on his tongue.

“Fuck,” you sigh, not letting up your hold on his hair as Jaehyun keeps going. Your extremities tingle, your chest heaving, and you can’t even bring yourself to open your eyes.

Jaehyun moans against your pussy, and the feeling of the vibrations against your sensitive bits brings the echo of a moan from your lips.

He brings his hands up, out from under your skirt, brushing fingertips over the exposed skin of your belly, fingers dipping under the edge of your cami.

“Might as well just take it off,” you tell him breathlessly as his roving hand does more to push the top up rather than just fit beneath it.

Jaehyun lifts his head from beneath your skirt. “Really? You want it off?”

You nod. “Yeah.”

Jaehyun shuffles up onto his knees, and as he’s looking at your chest, you’re gazing at his face: his pretty pink lips all wet with your arousal, his fucked hair, his lust-hazed eyes.

He swallows and you watch his throat bob. At the same moment his fingers are at your shoulders, lightly brushing away the straps of your top, sliding them over the curve of your shoulders, and as he tugs them down your arms, the top edge of your cami rolls down, drawing Jaehyun’s attention back to your tits.

He’s seen you fully naked only the time in the gym shower, but that time you hadn’t watched each other undress, you hadn’t felt that slow build up to the moment like you’re experiencing now. That time he’d stripped in the stall, you’d quickly stripped outside before stepping in. But tonight Jaehyun’s gaze is ravenous with hunger as he slowly peels your top down to expose your breasts.

The straps slide off your arms, and you immediately capture Jaehyun’s hands, bringing them up to your chest. His fingers curl in the top edge of your cami which is just barely clinging to covering your breasts, and he draws it down.

The exhilaration of being actually exposed in a semi-public space has your nipples pebbling in the cool air, a new rush of arousal getting you wetter still.

Your top pools around your waist, and Jaehyun pushes your skirt up the rest of the way until your whole outfit is bunched at your waist, everything exposed to the air of the language lab.

Jaehyun’s right hand lingers down between your legs, filling you with two of his fingers as his left hand covers your tit, pinching your nipple between two fingers. “Is this what you wanted?” He asks, leaning in to give his attention to your other breast.

It’s definitely what you wanted. To be laid out, exposed in a place where it’s certainly inappropriate to be like this, getting fingered and kissed and hopefully fucked.

The sounds of the movie still playing in the background somewhat masks the noises you make as Jaehyun moves over to flick his tongue over your other nipple, his fingers still thrusting and stroking inside you.

“Fuck, Jaehyun, I’m gonna cum again.” You grab at him, touching his hair and his shoulders, one of your hands slips down to even grab at his wrist. “Don’t stop!”

He lifts his head from your chest, and he meets your gaze. “Think you can cum for me again if I let you cum right now? Will you cum with me inside you?”

You nod emphatically. “Yes. I will.”

Jaehyun smiles, curls his fingers inside you just so, and his fingers tweak your nipple. You throw your head back, your toes curl, and your legs draw up on either side of Jaehyun’s body as an orgasm-driven cry leaves your lips.

You’re still trembling from your second orgasm when Jaehyun slips his fingers away from your pussy. You’re still catching your breath and staring up at the ceiling when you hear the sound of his zipper, the clink of his belt being undone. You lift your head from the beanbag to watch as Jaehyun frees his erection.

Part of you wishes that he was stripped naked right now like you are. You want to see his bare chest, feel all of his warm skin against you as he fucks you. But you also don’t have the patience for him to take off even his shirt, not once you’ve seen his erect cock and feel the urgent need to have him inside you.

You barely care about spending the time for him to pull a condom out of his pocket (with a wink and a “I always come prepared, even if I wasn’t planning for this to be the way tonight was gonna go for us.”) and tear it open before you’re reaching for him, trying to drag Jaehyun forward, to get him to bury himself inside you.

Once he’s got the condom on, Jaehyun presses forward and thrusts in.

You dig your nails in at his shoulders, tugging him down against you, and he thrusts a few times, each time fitting in deeper, stretching you better around him.

Fucking on a beanbag chair is a new experience. The surface beneath you is constantly shifting and making noise. And when Jaehyun puts a little too much weight on one of his hands over your shoulder, the beans shift, and Jaehyun slips forward, landing his weight against you, impaling you fully on his cock. But he catches himself with a laugh of surprise right before his head can knock against yours.

You groan, but a moment later you laugh a little too, tilting your chin up and angling your head slightly to the side to press your lips to Jaehyun’s. He opens up to the kiss.

Fucking like this is all new for the two of you. This feels more intimate than anything you’ve done yet: pressed this close together, face-to-face, kissing and touching in a semi-private place where there’s hardly any chance of being walked in on. And after those confessions just before this, there’s a new emotional context to what you’re doing as well. It’s not necessarily romantic to be fucked on a beanbag chair in a university computer lab, but being with Jaehyun makes it seem like that.

You get lost in the euphoria of a rising third orgasm, of the sounds that Jaehyun makes, and the feel of his body against you and inside you.

You feel like you’re falling apart when you cum this time, and Jaehyun easily wraps his arms around you–one arm behind your head, cradling your mouth against his, the other arm slides beneath your lower back, and Jaehyun just has to thrust into you a few more times before he’s cumming into the condom, dropping his head to rest beside yours on the beanbag, and he somehow manages to pull out of you and sink into your beanbag chair with you, although the seat isn’t really that big.

The End, you think. It’s the end of the list that started this.

You turn your head, resting the side of your head against Jaehyun’s, and you reach down for his hand that’s now resting on the bunch of your clothes around your middle. You twist your fingers through his, and Jaehyun squeezes your fingers in return.

“So, when are you gonna ask me out on a real date?” Jaehyun asks you, bringing your hands up to his mouth now. He presses his smile against the back of your hand. “And you owe me a rewatch of this movie where we actually watch it. Maybe, uh, maybe you can come over to my place sometime?”

“I would like that.” You smile back at him, feeling warm and fluttery and knowing that this time you can acknowledge those feelings because Jaehyun feels the same way about you.

A fresh wave of relief and happiness washes over you then, because Jaehyun actually likes you too. You’re not just a means to experiencing exhibitionism for him. You’re someone that he wants to go out with, to talk to on bad days and share good news with.

“We should get up,” Jaehyun tells you.

You don’t want to, so you let him stand up, and you watch as he removes the condom and ties it off, buries it in a small trash can a few feet away, as he tucks his cock away and readjusts his clothes. And then Jaehyun looks back down at you, all spread out and bare still.

“Come on.” He holds his hand down to you. You take it, let him pull you up to your feet.

Your skirt flutters down from where it was pushed up, fluttering down your thighs and over your knees, coming to rest around your shins. But your top is still gathered around your waist, and Jaehyun takes a moment’s pause to stare at your tits in appreciation. He bites his lip, offering up a hushed, “You’re so perfect, honey.”

You can feel yourself blushing. And you feel a surprising surge of arousal when Jaehyun brings his free hand up to cup your breast, tracing his thumb around your nipple until it’s hard beneath his touch. And then he leans down and moves in closer, glancing up at your face as his tongue appears between parted lips, and he closes his lips around your nipple.

It feels good and you don’t need to do this again tonight.

“Stop,” you laugh, pushing your fingers through his hair to push his head away but somehow you end up pulling him up to your face, kissing him. Jaehyun smiles into the kiss, and now that you’ve occupied his lips, he brings both of his hands to your tits.

You have the feeling that if you let him, Jaehyun would worship your entire body, covering you with kisses and touching every part of you. But the movie is over and you’re honestly getting kind of hungry, maybe you can have that first actual date with Jaehyun tonight still.

You have to put your hands against Jaehyun’s chest and push him away, fight the urge to let him kiss you one more time.

“We should go,” you groan, placing your palm right over where you can feel Jaehyun’s heart. “I’ll let you take me out to dinner.”

He steps back, and you quickly pull your cami back up and fix the straps securely on your shoulders.

Now it’s Jaehyun’s turn to stand there and watch you. You can feel his gaze burning over your bare shoulders as you turn your back to tug your cami back up into place, as you drag the straps up your arms and securely onto your shoulders. You know he watches as you move around the projector, unplugging your laptop and turning the machine off, rolling the cart it sits on back into the place it belongs.

Jaehyun’s still watching when you finally turn to face him with your laptop safely in your bag on your shoulder.

He swallows and then smiles, holds out his hand to you. “Ready?”

You nod, slipping your hand into his, and you say, “I know the perfect place.”

THE END

a/n: this one was a week late, and I apologize! But my wifi kept going in and out, so when I woke up this morning and it was working again, I immediately knew I needed to edit this and get it posted asap before the wifi might potentially stop workin again.

I hope you enjoyed this final part in this little exhibitionist jaehyun series! I’m sure this couple goes on to fuck in other risky locations, but now they also do it in the privacy and comfort of a bedroom while Jaehyun can call her “honey” too his heart’s content and worship every single inch of her body.

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samkiszkasfacialhair · 2 years

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Tender Care

Pairing: Sam Kiszka and Female Reader

Summary: Sam asks for your assistance shaving.

Warnings: Razors and scissors, mentions of oral sex

Word Count: 2k

You sat on the couch with Sam’s head on your stomach and his body resting between your legs. It had been a long week for him, he was exhausted, and it wasn't over yet. All the tour rehearsals, recording, photoshoots, and interviews had been taking a toll on him lately. This was the only night he had off so you both agreed that a quiet night in with takeout and TV would be best. Besides, when Sam was tired, he liked to be cuddled and taken care of.

After a while of rubbing his back, you combed your hands through his hair and rubbed his face with your thumbs as the two of you watched mindless TV. He had fallen in and out of sleep a few times already but once he had been awake for a while, you spoke.

“Sam?” you asked, looking down at him.

“Hmm?” He hummed, his eyes not leaving the screen in front of him.

“When was the last time you shaved?” you replied.

He turned his head to look up at you and brought a hand up to his face, rubbing the rough, almost black hairs that had grown there over the past few months, but had become somewhat overgrown recently.

“Like, last week I think? Why?”

You giggled and played with the little wispy hairs above his lip. “Yeah I can tell. It’s a little long now, don't you think?”

His lips moved to the side of his face and he shrugged a little, “I kind of like it like this,” he replied.

You sighed lightly, “I know you do baby. It’s just, it’s getting kind of… wild,”

“No, is it that bad?” he asked, scrunching up his face a little.

You smiled and nodded at him silently. He had been letting it go for longer than usual as he got busy. You knew shaving was the last thing on his mind with everything else he had going on.

His eyes looked to the floor as he rubbed his face and thought about what you said. He let out a laugh through his nose as he felt just how long it had gotten, “Yeah I guess you’re right. You wanna help me clean it up a little?” He looked up at you with the sweetest smile.

“You’re putting this in my hands?” you asked, a little shocked. Sam didn’t like it when anyone besides him messed with his facial hair. Similar to everything else in Sam’s life, he liked what he liked and it was hard to sway his opinion on anything.

“Yeah, I trust you, Baby. Just don’t do anything crazy,” he warned.

“I won't. I’ll just clean it up a little, okay?” you reassured him.

“Okay,” he whispered, with a sweet smile spread across his face. You returned a smile to him and leaned down to kiss him gently.

You broke away and gave him a little tap on his butt. He sat up, got up off the couch, and led you into the bathroom. He pulled out a black leather case from the bottom drawer under the sink and opened it for you. Inside there was a small pair of scissors, a straight razor, an electric shaver, and a little brush. From the cabinet above that, he pulled out his everyday supply of shaving necessities- a metal razor, shaving cream, and aftershave.

“Go easy on me,” he said as he took his shirt off and sat down on the toilet seat. He pulled his hair back into a bun with a hair tie you had laying on the counter.

You took a fresh washcloth off the counter and wet it with warm water.

“I will, don’t worry. Now, sit back,” you instructed.

He let his back lean against the back of the toilet and his head rested on the wall behind him. He grabbed a large towel from a hook by the shower and put it over his chest.

As you walked over to him, he pulled you in close by your waist and you straddled his leg, with one leg standing on the outside of his and one knee on the toilet seat between his legs.

He pushed his lips out for you and you leaned down to kiss him softly before you began.

Sam closed his eyes and let out a hum as you pulled the wet washcloth down his face gently, giving a little extra attention to his cheeks, upper lip, and chin.

“Feels good?” you asked.

“Mhmm,” he replied with a slight smile forming on his face.

You put the wash cloth back down on the counter next to you and reached for the scissors. With your free hand, you grabbed under his chin and lifted his face up.

He looked at you with tired eyes, lovingly, as you got to work. You took the scissors to his mustache, trimming the long hairs down just a bit. You used one hand to hold his face in place and the other to use the scissors.

As pieces of hair fell to Sam’s lips, he blew out, letting the pieces fly through the air before landing on the towel that rested on his chest. He laughed as they flew around and his whole body shook underneath you.

“Be still,” you warned him.

He regained his composure and you continued. After a few minutes, his mustache was trimmed down to perfection and you used the brush to sweep away any extra hairs.

You ran your finger over the thick patch of hair on his chin, your eyes squinting as you planned out exactly how to trim it down. You put the scissors and brush down and pulled the electric razor out of the bag.

You used your knuckle to lift Sam’s chin and flicked the shaver on. You could see just a touch of fear in Sam’s eyes as the blades moved. His grip on your hips tightened as the noise of the shaver echoed throughout the bathroom. You rested your forearms on Sam’s chest to get closer and steady your hands. You used feather light strokes to catch the tiniest bit of hair on and underneath his chin. You shaved it down so it was still long like he liked it, but also clean and well taken care of. When his beard was all even, you turned off the shaver and felt Sam’s grip on you relax.

You put the shaver on the counter and reached for the shaving cream. Sam pulled you closer and held the back of your thighs as you leaned into him.

You squeezed a little onto your fingers and rubbed them together, the blue gel turning into a white foam.

You spread the shaving cream onto his cheeks gently, carefully avoiding getting any on the places he wanted to keep the hair. When you were done, you swiped a little dot of it on his nose. He scrunched up his nose and laughed lightly. With his finger, he wiped the dot off his nose and spread it onto your cheek, both of you giggling.

You wiped your hands clean on the wet washcloth and grabbed the razor off the counter. You leaned over to run it under the water and shook it out so it didn’t drip. You leaned back into Sam and looked into his eyes before you began. He was staring at you. Admiring you. Admiring how gentle you were being with him. Admiring how much he trusted you. And how much he loved you.

You grabbed his face gently and turned his head so you could get a better angel on his cheek. You pulled the dry skin on his cheek up and slid the razor down smoothly. You rinsed the razor off in the sink between strokes. When you got to the place where his beard fully started, you were extra careful to make a precise line and not shave too low. Sam’s eyes never left yours as you continued working on him.

Once both of his cheeks were shaven, you added more shaving cream to his neck and spread it around. He tilted his head back for you and you slowly ran the razor up from the middle of his neck to his jawline, careful not to cut him.

With one last rinse of the razor, you set it down on the counter and admired your work. For your first time doing something like this, you had to admit, Sam looked good. You rinsed the washcloth with cold water and brought it up to Sam’s face.

“It’s cold, okay?” you warned.

He nodded and grabbed your wrist, guiding you as you wiped his face and neck clean. He pulled the washcloth up to your cheek where he put the shaving cream on minutes ago and wiped it off. He let go of your wrist and you put the washcloth down, swapping it for the bottle of aftershave.

You fully straddled him, sitting on his lap. His hands found your waist again and his thumbs rubbed the skin just above the waistband of your shorts. You poured a little bit of aftershave into your hands and rubbed them together.

Sam shut his eyes for the first time, tightly, to brace himself for the inevitable burn. You pressed your hands onto his cheeks and he breathed in through his nose deeply. His grip on you tightened again as the aftershave sunk into his pores and burned his freshly shaven skin.

“Sorry,” you whispered as you moved your hand down and pressed them to his neck, him wincing as the burning feeling hit him there as well. You sprinkled his cheeks with kisses and when you released your hands from his neck, you planted more kisses there.

You broke away from him and he opened his eyes slowly. With his facial hair cleaned up, he looked sweet- and just a bit younger. You caught a slight glimpse of that baby faced Sammy you first fell in love with, just now mixed with the man he had become right before your eyes.

You carefully took the towel off his chest and placed it on the counter. You caught him peeking at all the hair that had fallen onto it. You turned back to him and gently rubbed your hand across his cheeks, feeling the smooth skin underneath your fingertips.

“Can I see?” he asked eagerly.

You reached into the top drawer next to him that was filled with your makeup. You pulled out a handheld mirror and held it out to him. You liked how it looked but you knew Sam was very particular and hard to please. You bit your lip in anticipation, hoping he would like it.

As he looked in the mirror and turned his head to admire your work, a small smile spread across his face.

“What do you think?” you asked, nervously.

“It’s perfect, Baby. You did so good,” he assured you. You started to get off of him to stand up when he grabbed your wrist and pulled you back down on top of him again.

“Thank you,” he whispered. You lowered your head and gave him a gentle kiss on the lips, the smell of the aftershave was intoxicating and it filled your lungs. He grabbed the back of your neck and pulled you in closer, deepening the kiss.

You broke away from him and his hands snaked down your back and rested on your butt.

“Love you,” he said softly.

“Love you too,” you replied, giving him one last peck on the lips.

“You ready for bed?” he asked quietly.

“Sam it's only 9 o’clock,” you said, laughing.

“Yeah, well I didn’t mean go to sleep just yet. I mean, shouldn’t we put this smooth face to use?” He said, raising his eyebrows suggestively.

You let out a small laugh at his suggestion.

“I guess we should test it out, right?” you added with a hint of sarcasm.

“For scientific purposes,” he replied, nodding.

You giggled and leaned down to kiss him again. You stood up and he followed, your lips never parting. He tapped the back of your legs and you jumped up onto him, hooking your legs around his waist. He carried you out of the bathroom and into his bedroom, giggling between kisses.

Author’s Note:

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bibliosophist · 3 years

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Asmodeus with a mc who is insecure. They thinks they are not good enough for him and think he'd rather be with someone prettier. He find out and go's to comfort mc.

Tonight is the night. Panacea Skincare is having a launch party to celebrate their new line of products, and Asmodeus is the face of the campaign. He’s talked about nothing else but this party for a fortnight, and now it’s here.

The first thing you see when you enter the hall is a screen displaying a thirty foot tall photo of your boyfriend. In it Asmo is sprawled across a white marble bench set amid a lush, verdant garden. One of his milky white arms rests above his head, the other lays across his bare stomach. Only a swath of silky white fabric covers his hips. He’s lithe and lean, with both the indentations of his ribs and the toned planes of his stomach on display. Letters forming the words Panacea Skincare scrawl themselves across the bottom of the screen.

He squeals as he runs across the room towards his own likeness, pulling you along behind him.

“I can’t believe it! (Y/N), look, it’s me!”

“It’s you. You look incredible. I mean, you always look incredible, but you’re practically glowing.”

He giggles. “I know, right? They didn’t even alter the photograph at all. That’s one of their principles- no retouching. Panacea wants everyone to know that they’re honest and authentic. But,” he grins, leaning in to whisper in your ear, “why not stack the deck in your favour, right? That’s why they came to me. Who else has skin this close to flawless?”

You smile and squeeze his hand. “Nobody.”

“Exactly! Darling, would you mind taking a picture of me with me?” he asks, striking a pose next to the photo. He leans forward slightly, one hand braced on his thigh while the other throws a peace sign. He winks at the camera.

You snap a half dozen photos of him from different angles. You know what Asmo means when he says “take a picture.”

A high pitched squeal breaks your impromptu photoshoot. When you whip your head around to the source of the noise, you find a beautiful young demon standing stock still, pointing at Asmo. “It’s him! It’s Asmodeus!”

In a matter of seconds, Asmo is engulfed in a swarm of admirers. Some hang off his arms, others clutch at his hands. One particularly enamored demon drapes themself over Asmo’s shoulders. Camera flashes sting your eyes- it seems that the entire room is desperate for a selfie with your boyfriend. You can just barely see Asmo’s amid the crowd. A perfect smile lights up his face- he’s absolutely in his element.

As the mass of demons around him continues to grow, you’re shunted to the edge of the room. You don’t really mind; it’s not the first time, and it won’t be the last. Being with Asmo means having to be okay with sharing his attention, and you've accepted that. Still, you can’t say that it doesn’t make your stomach twist when you see the gorgeous demon with their head on Asmo’s shoulder whisper something in his ear that makes the Avatar of Lust giggle.

You’re so preoccupied with watching the encounter that it takes you a moment to notice the two demons standing a few feet away from you, heads bent together over their drinks. It isn’t until you hear your name that your ears perk up.

“(Y/N)... Yes, that sounds right. (Y/N).” says one of the demons. They both have sleek, bottle glass green hair down to their waists and skin the colour of sun bleached canvas. Sirens, you think.

Beside them, their similarly striking friend snorts. “Even their name is common. I can’t believe Asmodeus, of all demons, has settled for that.”

“Maybe they’re more than meets the eye. You’ve met the other human, Solomon, right? They say he’s the most powerful sorcerer to have ever lived.”

“Unlikely,” says the other one. They make no attempt to hide the way their eyes rove over you, or the way their lip curls before they continue. “If they had any kind of magical power, they’d spruce themselves up a bit. Would you be caught dead looking like that if you could help it?”

“No, I suppose not,” says the first, sipping at their drink.

You feel the blood rise to your face. It’s not like you haven’t thought the same thing yourself a thousand times since you started dating Asmo, but to hear it said out loud...

Ducking your head to hide the tears pricking your eyes, you make your way across the hall to the washrooms. Thank whoever designed this building, they’re single occupant. You lock the door behind you and, closing the lid of the toilet, sink down onto it.

They’re right. You know they’re right. You see the way eyes linger on you when you’re together. You went to high school, you know that look. The “what’s he doing with them” look. What did Asmo see in you? He could have his choice of lovers from any of the three realms. Even among humans, you’re... average. What does the most beautiful creature in existence want with average?

You feel the telltale sting of tears rising to your eyes just as a knock echoes through the small room. “There’s someone in here,” you say, trying your best to keep your voice steady.

“(Y/N), it’s me.” Asmodeus.

“I- I’m in here.”

“Hon, open the door. Please.”

With a monumental effort, you push back the tears. Smoothing down the outfit you’d so carefully chosen for his big event, you cross the room and unlatch the door. As soon as the lock clicks open, he’s pushing his way into the bathroom and relocking the door behind him.

“What’s the matter?” he asks, reaching for your hand. Instinctually you pull back. If he touches you now, you know you won’t be able to hold the tears in. He looks crushed. “(Y/N)? Did I do something?”

Well, crap. The very last thing you wanted to do was ruin this night for him. He’d been so excited. You couldn’t have him thinking that this was in any way his fault.

“No, no, of course not. I just- just have a headache, that’s all.”

“(Y/N)-”

“Really,” you say, turning away from him as the tears threaten to reappear. “Just go back out there, I’ll be fine in a few min-”

A warm hand on your waist spins you around. “I thought we promised never to lie to each other. Please, tell me what’s wrong.”

The look in his eyes as they try to catch yours pushes you over the edge, and before you know it you’re sobbing. He pulls you to him, rubbing his hand over your back in slow circles. You pull away, knowing that your tears will leave ugly marks on his beautiful shirt. When you try to say as much he shushes you, pulling you against him even tighter. “To hell with the shirt. What happened?”

Knowing there’s no way you’ll be able to brush this off now you relay what you overheard the Sirens saying. “And the worst thing Asmo, the very worst thing is that I know they’re right. I know it. And I know that someday you’ll leave me, and-”

“Is that really what you think of me?”

“W-what?”

“Do you really think I’m so shallow?”

“No, I didn’t mean- it’s just that you’re so beautiful. You could have anyone- absolutely anyone. Why would you settle for someone that isn’t your equal? Or as close to your equal as anyone could get, because I mean-”

“Stop,” Asmo says, cutting you off. “Listen to me. Normally I’d love nothing more than to listen to you babble about how beautiful I am, but not while you’re being so ridiculous.” He sighs. “I’ve had a lot of lovers, (Y/N). I’ve been with beautiful creatures- Demons, humans, even angels. But,” he runs his hands down your arms, slipping his hands into yours, “None of them were you.”

“So what, you’ve had your fill and now you’re ready to slum it?” You know you’re being belligerent, but you can’t help it.

“I absolutely did not say that, and you know it. I do think you’re beautiful, (Y/N). Of course I do. But that’s not why I love you. I love you for you. Do you only love me because I’m beautiful?”

“No,” you mumble, “but it’s a nice perk.”

The vibrations of his chuckle tickle your cheek. “Darling, in my long, long life I have never felt about anyone the way I feel about you. Helen of Troy didn’t make my heart stutter like you do.”

“You dated Helen of Troy?”

“‘Dated’ Is a strong word, and that’s a story for another time. Please believe me when I say you’re the one I want to be with.”

You sniffle one final time, squeezing his fingers in yours. “I love you.”

“I love you, too. And, once I’ve taught those Sirens how to accessorize with their own intestines, I would love nothing more than to spend the rest of the night with you on my arm. What do you say?”

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marauderundercover · 3 years

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Taking Chances Ch. 14: Back to Basics (De-Aged)

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The constant attention after her temporary death was a little stifling. Adrien was good about not overwhelming her. He’d seen her take bad hits before and he knew (from personal experience) that the cure would bring the two of them back to normal. No, despite being there in person as she died, Adrien was not drowning her in attention. She was thankful.

Her family, despite her constant reassurances however, did not get the memo. That she was okay. That she would be okay. Now and in future attacks. No, instead they constantly blew up her phone. ESPECIALLY during akuma attacks. Which was one of the only times she didn’t even have her phone on her. But whatever. One good thing did come from her temporary death though. She was talking to her dad. Like, actually talking. The bonding kind of talking. He wouldn’t talk to her about hero stuff (though she imagined he also wanted to forget about her “death” seeing as it was the third time he’d seen the dead body of one of his children). No, instead they got to know each other. She asked about Bridgette, which led to her finding out about his fiance- Selina Kyle. Marinette was really looking forward to meeting her, hopefully next time she took a portal to Gotham.

They also talked about Marinette’s designs- Uncle Jagged, MDC, how the company started, where she wanted to go with the company. Most of their conversations stayed at the surface level of getting to know you, but they were definitely getting closer. Though, she thought that if he’d just talked to her about hero work already (or took her on another patrol), their bonding would happen more naturally. Less like twenty questions. Her brothers, though…

Her brothers were constantly asking questions about how she was, how she felt, if she was safe, if she was sure they couldn’t convince her to leave Paris. It was a lot. But still nice. Nice to know that they cared so much, even if her death was only temporary (as she’d tried to remind them a million times).

The whole “dying painfully and then being resurrected after the battle” thing also led to her and Adrien making a lot of plans. Different ideas and things to do in case of certain akumas, types of attacks, deaths, just a LOT of contingency plans. She’d filled Alfred in on some of the plans, since several involved that half of her family or running to Gotham. But she didn’t tell her brothers. Or her dad. No need to worry or stress them out more than they already were. So she moved on. For several weeks. An entire month passed without Hawkmoth using a nightmare inducing akuma. It was nice. --- Adrien Agreste was not having a good day. It wasn’t really anyone’s fault though. Well, okay that’s a lie. It was definitely his fault. He’d thought after his crazy declaration in Gotham, asking Mari out would be easy. Simple. It was not. All the times he’d said she was “just a friend” were definitely coming back to haunt him. Every single time he tried to ask her out, something happened. An akuma attack. Marinette fell. Emergency photoshoot. Mari dropped all of her stuff and was almost late to class. Lila got someone to confront Marinette about something. He suddenly had an extra fencing lesson with Kagami.

But no more. No. Even though today hasn’t exactly gone as planned (overslept, late for photoshoot which made him extra late for school, got permission to eat at school but forgot to bring his food and then Mari left lunch instead of staying because her brother called so he didn’t even get to see her, forgot his science homework- yeah, bad day) it would be better. Because now he’s walking over to Mari’s and he’s going to ask her out if it’s the last- The shrill blaring of the akuma alarm breaks him out of his thoughts. Really? Now? Groaning, he darts into an alley.

“I blame you.” He deadpans to Plagg, glaring at the kwami’s maniacal laughter.

“Sure kid, sure. You know Pigtails is crazy ‘bout you. Doesn’t mean anything that you can’t ask her out.” He says once his laughter dies down.

“I hope you’re right.” Adrien mumbles. “Plagg, claws out!” He smirks as he’s transformed, feeling a lightness he hasn’t felt all day. He immediately uses his staff to launch himself onto the roof, taking in his surroundings. No crazy weather. No giant stone monster or baby. Nothing flying around. Nothing looks out of the ordinary. Frowning, he retracts his staff to call Ladybug. It rings, but she doesn’t answer.

“Hey Bugaboo. Where should we meet? I don’t see anything unusual. Call me back.” He hands up and decides his best bet is to patrol around, keep an eye out for anything unusual. Just as he starts to think that maybe it was a false alarm, a red blob flies at him. He blinks.

“Chat! Follow me!” Tikki directs, whirling around and zooming away. Adrien’s heart sinks. Please let her be okay. I can’t watch her die again. Please. The words go on a cycle in his head as he runs behind Tikki, too worried to ask. He frowns when she dips down into an alley where someone- not Mari- is waiting.

“What’s going on?” He asks, completely confused.

“The akuma was able to get to Marinette before she could transform.” Tikki explains and Adrien frowns.

“Marinette? Are you- that’s Marinette?” He asks in bewilderment. The girl standing in front of him couldn’t be older than three.

“Unfortunately. The akuma can de-age people.” Tikki says with a sigh.

“Oh gosh, okay. Hi, I’m Chat Noir!” Adrien says, squatting down so that he’s eye level. He extends a hand, smiling at the girl.

“Kitty!” She giggles, throwing her arms around him.

“Oh, uh, hi.” He says, putting his arms around her and picking her up. He turns to Tikki.

“So is this one of those “take her to Mr. Wayne until the fight is over because she can’t be Ladybug right now” situations? Or a “hide her until this is all over” situation? We had a lot of plans. De-aging was not one of them.” Adrien asks.

“Take her to Mr. Wayne. This akuma is sneaky and we can’t risk Marinette revealing her identity.” Tikki says.

“What?” Adrien asks. How could a baby Mari reveal her identity?

“Adri, wanna cookie please.” Mari says with a pout. His jaw drops and she giggles, patting his face. “Silly kitty!”

“She still knows?” He asks, his voice jumping an octave as he panics. How much did she know? Did she still know everything about the other kwami and the other heroes and- oh god, her dad is Batman. Oh this could be bad. Very bad.

“Okay, nevermind that, where are the glasses? I’ve got to get her out of here before someone hears her tell everyone’s secrets.” Adrien says, suddenly understanding the entire situation.

“Here go!” Mari says, pulling glasses out of her purse. Adrien takes them with a forced smile and merges Plagg and Kaalki. Though the akuma didn’t appear to be deadly, it was going to be a long battle for just one person. Especially since this akuma was actually good at hiding. He makes the portal and steps through, scoffing at the immediate defensive stances from her brothers.

“I’ve been here before.” He reminds them, letting his transformation fall.

“Who’s the kid?” Jason asks, going back to his breakfast when he deems Adrien not a threat. Adrien grimaces.

“So, yeah about that...um, Plagg will explain.” He says, slipping the ring onto Mari’s finger and taking the earrings. Time to get out of this mess. --- Bruce blinks as Adrien leaves as quickly as he came, no explanation. Only a ring of light. He glances at the little girl and frowns. Based on pictures he’d seen, he’d guess the girl was Marinette. But his daughter was a teenager. Which meant this little girl couldn’t be Marinette. But then who-

“Daddy!” She squeals, finally looking at him with her bright eyes. She runs up to him and raises her arms. He blinks, unsure of what she wants. She huffs. “Up.” She demands. He picks her up, eyebrows furrowed as she squeezes him tightly.

“Marinette?” He asks, still confused. A loud cackling draws his attention to the tiny floating black cat at the other end of the table. Of course.

“Pigtails is gonna freak about this later.” He says with a snort.

“And you are?” Bruce asks, wary of the creature. It was definitely not hostile, Adrien did leave it here. But he was still uncertain of its intentions.

“Plagg. The black ca kwami. Akuma back in Paris hit her and you all are her safe house. If she’s unable to fight as Ladybug, someone is supposed to bring her here. The kid or her, if she can still use a Miraculous.” Plagg explains, glancing around. “Say, you got any cheese?” He adds, and just like that, the kwami is off-supposedly to find cheese in the kitchen.

“So- how does she know you if she’s this little? She’s gotta be like, three.” Dick asks with a frown. “You just met.”

“Cause I’m Batman!” Marinette says, mimicking his voice. Jason snorts.

“Sure Pixie, and I’m Ladybug.” He says, reaching over and ruffling her hair.

“No, I am!” She pouts, crossing her arms. “You can’t be, you’re Red Hood.” She adds. Tim- who had been silently sipping coffee- spits over the entire table.

“Good job Drake. Now breakfast is ruined for everyone.” Damian sneers.

“She knows! But she’s tiny! She shouldn’t-” Tim rants.

“It’s magic, Drake.” Damian says, cutting him off. “I am unsure of what you expect. Now, since breakfast is ruined, I will be taking Titus on a walk.” He adds, standing up and starting to leave. Bruce is barely able to stop Marinette from falling as she leaps from his lap and rushes to Damian.

“Can I come?” She asks with a wide smile. Damian hesitates, glancing at him. Bruce shrugs. “Can I come, please?” Marinette adds, sticking out her lip in a pout.

“Tt. I suppose you can come with.” He says with pursed lips. Marinette squeals, grabbing Damian’s hand and tugging him along. The sound of a camera shutter makes Bruce whirl around to see- of course. Dick had his phone out and was taking picture after picture, a wide smile on his face as the two walked away, Marinette babbling on about how cool superheroes are as they walk.

“Who would’ve thought we’d be able to get pictures of baby Mari with us!” He says cheerfully, looking down at his phone. Bruce stills. He could have pictures with one of his kids, as a baby. He glances over at Tim, trying to figure out a way to ask that wouldn’t be too weird. Was the request too weird?

“Don’t worry, B. Already on it.” Tim says, shaking his phone. “Got several pictures of your little hug situation.” He adds. Bruce nods. Still…

“Everyone in the parlor in five minutes. Make sure Alfred comes too. I’ll go get Damian and Marinette.” Bruce says, standing from the table.

“For what?” Jason asks, visually bristling at the orders. Though their relationship was getting better, it was still rocky. And it likely would be for years.

“A family picture.” Bruce says simply. They’d have to take another when Marinette is herself, but he wasn’t about to miss this opportunity. --- Damian Wayne was many things. A former member of the League of Assassins. The current, (and in his unbiased opinion, best) Robin, an animal lover, a brother and a son. He also enjoyed drawing, occasionally painting too. What he was not, was a babysitter. He did not enjoy small children. They often cried for no reason, talked too much and smelled odd. His sister, luckily, did not smell odd. Nor had she cried. She was, however, babbling incoherently. And smiling. Nonstop. It was odd, but not awful. Looking down at the small girl, he was suddenly struck with the awful memory of her death. Of the sword that- no. She was fine. She may be a toddler now, but she was still fine.

“And then, Chat was a bad guy.” She says as he tunes back into her words. He frowns. That’s odd.

“What do you mean?” He asks, sure he misheard her.

“Chat! His suit turned bad and the moon went boom!” She exclaims, gesturing with her hands to mimic an explosion. Why was there no footage of this?

“That sounds like a very bad dream.” He leads, certain that it was just one of her fears. He knew Marinette struggled with anxiety and doubted herself as a hero. Surely that’s all she was referring to. She shakes her head.

“Nu-uh. Not a dream.” She denies, frowning. He starts to ask for clarification, to try and help, when she squeals and runs forward, wrapping her tiny arms around Titus. Damian sighs. It was useless to attempt to have an actual discussion with her right now anyway. Perhaps later they could revisit the topic.

“Careful, Titus.” Damian says, slightly concerned for how the large dog would react to Marinette. He had never really been around small children before, and while he was nice, some dogs just disliked children. Not that Damian blamed them. Instead of knocking her down or growling at her though, Titus nuzzles into her. Gently pushing her along as they walk around the gardens. Damian feels his lip quirk up in a smile. Pulling his phone out, he takes a quick picture, certain Marinette would like to see it later. Out of the corner of his eye, he notices Father walking towards them swiftly.

“Father.” He acknowledges.

“Damian. We’re going to take some pictures together before she turns back.” Father says, glancing at Marinette who was giggling against Titus. She turns and notices the two talking, her smile growing even wider.

“Daddy!” She cheers, running forward and jumping into Father’s arms. Damian quirks an eyebrow at the uncharacteristically large smile on his father’s face. It was odd, but he also knew that his father regretted losing so much time with both him and Marinette. The others it was to be expected, but to not even have that time with his own blood children….

“Did you have fun with Damian, sweetheart?” He asks, and Damian blinks at the surprisingly soft tone. Very odd. He suddenly couldn’t wait for Marinette to turn back. He did not care for the sudden changes in his father.

“Yup! Dami showed me the flowers and the trees and Titus is so silly!” She rambles, nearly whacking Father in the face as she gestures wildly. Damian barely holds back a snort as he watches them.

“I’m so glad you had fun. Can we go inside now, there’s some things we want to do before you go back to Paris.” He explains. Marinette frowns, a pout replacing her large smile.

“I don’t wanna.” She whines, and Damian is shocked to see tears. Actual tears.

“Why don’t you want to go home?” Father asks, and the look on his face makes it obvious. He’s thrown.

“Tired.” She says, laying her head on Father’s shoulder. “Akumas are bad.” She adds.

“We’re going to help Marinette. You won’t be alone anymore. You and Chat Noir will both have help. We’ll figure this out.” Father assures her, holding her.

“Perhaps we could continue this conversation later, Father. You wanted to take pictures and there is no guarantee how long she will be...young.” Damian points out, making a mental note to also bring up the ‘Chat was bad’ scenario later.

“Er, yes. Let’s go. Come on honey, it’s okay. You’re still here.” Father says, turning and walking towards the house, quietly reassuring Marinette until she starts smiling again. While seeing his older sister younger than him was entertaining, Damian much preferred older Marinette. She had a better handle on her emotions. And though he would never admit it to her face, was also much more bearable in conversation. --- Jason was not fond of family pictures. Hell, he wasn’t fond of most things that involved family bonding. He’d been around more since they discovered Marinette, but that was mostly to make sure that Bruce didn’t fuck it up too badly. The kid was the most emotionally available one he had. She could do more than brood. And Jason was not about to let Bruce mess that up by being an asshole. So, sure, he’d been around more. But that didn’t mean he had to be in a family picture.

“I don’t wanna.” He argues, glaring at Dick who was trying to get him to come stand next to him. Dick, Alfred and Replacement were all coming up with poses will B got Demon Spawn and Pixie to come back inside. Jason wanted no part of any of it.

“Master Jason, this is a unique opportunity.” Alfred chastises. Jason rolls his eyes.

“I’ll join when he finds another kid.” He mumbles, trying not to sound too bitter. He wasn’t mad at Marinette, not at all. But being Bruce Wayne’s kid was a fucking recipe for disaster. Three of them had died (and come back). All of them were a vigilante or hero of some sort. None of them had a normal life. So as nice as it could be, being a kid of the Bruce Wayne, it was also a bit of a curse.

“Jay!” Marinette squeals, practically throwing herself from Bruce’s arms as they walk into the room. Jason lunges forward, catching her.

“Shit, Pix, you just about fell.” He swears, eyes wide as she giggles uncontrollably.

“Language.” Dick calls. Jason narrows his eyes, about to argue, when Marinette shifts in his arms. Oh yeah. She’s kind of tiny right now. Probably shouldn’t say anything too bad.

“Daddy says we’re gonna take pictures!” She says, grinning widely. Jason winces. Damnit Bruce.

“Really? Well, I’m sure you’ll have lots of fun.” He says, preparing to put her down so that he can dip out.

“We have to get a picture of just the kids too! Daddy says we’ll take more another day, but we gotta hurry.” She rambles, struggling in his arms to be let down. He sets her down, taken aback by how strong she is as she grabs his hand and tugs him behind the couch. Standing right next to Dick. Of fucking course.

“Pix, I don’t-” He tries to say.

“Nope. Picture time!” She cheers, running back to Bruce. Jason shakes his head. Of fucking course the Pixie was gonna get him to do some stupid shit he didn’t want to do. Of course. --- Alfred glances at the new pictures on the wall as he walks down to the kitchen. It had been a few days since Miss Marinette had left. A few days since he was able to see a genuine smile on Master Bruce’s face. The family had managed to get dozens of pictures and videos on that day, including a picture with himself, Master Bruce and the children. Glancing at the picture of just the children, all laughing and cuddled up on the couch, Alfred smiles. It was nice to have these pictures, pictures with genuine joy on his family’s face. Even if it happened because of a villain attack.

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atticsandwitch · 3 years

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Obey Me Headcannons

What they do when you have chronic pain and you get stuck. Sometimes with chronic pain, you try to move but the pain stops you and you get stuck in place. Here's how I think the characters would react.

(This mostly happens to me with my back, so that's mostly how I wrote these, though I tried to be vague)

Some angst in Solomon and Simeon's.

I might post Solomon's separately too because I actually really love how it turned out.

Lucifer

It had been quite the long day and you decided to spend a little time somewhere quiet. You head to Lucifer's study, where you can spend some time listening to music with him and reading while he finishes his paperwork for the day.

You settle in on the sofa with your book and a cup of tea, but it's difficult to get comfortable and you find yourself shifting positions more and more as the night wears on and the aches set in. Though the scratch of Lucifer's pen never stops, he doesn't fail to notice this.

Eventually you decide to head to bed, but as you go to sit up you freeze in an awkward position and gasp as a sharp pain shoots through you. Your hand reaches gingerly for the source of the pain for a little support as your eyes scrunch shut.

Lucifer is up as soon as he hears your pained voice, coat falling from his shoulders and forgotten on the floor. By the time you open your eyes, he's kneeling by your side.

"Are you alright?" He asks, not bothering to hide the concern on his face.

"It hurts..." is all you can mumble, "I can't move"

He replaces your hand with his, trying gently to soothe the pain, "Try to relax" He looks up at you through a few strands of hair that have fallen into his face and you feel an intense warmth where his hand lies on your body, followed by your muscles loosening and relaxing slowly. You sigh in relief

Satisfied that the pain has passed, at least for the moment, Lucifer gingerly scoops you into his arms and carries you upstairs to his room. He tucks you into his bed, and still leaning over you places a soft kiss to your forehead as his hair tickles your face.

"If you need anything just call for me. I'll be along shortly. Until then, get some rest" He says. As he leaves he turns out the lights and leaves the door to the study open in case you need him.

True to his word, you're barely drifting off to sleep when you feel the weight of the bed shift, and an arm pulling you close to his chest.

Mammon

Every time it happens he panics a little, even as he starts to get used to it happening.

You two had been out shopping all day, running around until you were both exhausted. As you got back to his room with all of the shopping bags, you could already feel your body stiffening up as though it could sense that the day was ending.

You sat down on his bed while he unpacked a few of the shopping bags, and let yourself fall backwards onto the soft mattress as the exhaustion started to fully set in.

"Hey, I can't find that watch I bought, is it in one of your bags?" He asks. You start to sit up, but your body freezes at an awkward angle as a pained noise escapes you and you try to support yourself with one hand on the mattress, the other on your back where it feels like you're being stabbed.

The noise startles Mammon, and he drops what he's holding as his head whips in your direction, "What-!? MC, are ya okay? What's'a matter?!" It feels like someone put his heart in a vice grip and crushed it when he sees the pained expression on your face and he rushes to your side.

"I'm stuck!"

"Whaddaya mean stuck?!" No one told him this happens to humans! His hands hover near you for a moment, afraid to touch you in case he makes it worse.

"Hurts... Can't move"

"Okay... uhhh. here!" he puts a hand on your back and tries to help you sit up but you yelp again and shake your head. "A-Ahh! So-sorry MC! Here, just lean on me then" Feeling guilty and sad for his human he sits down and wraps his arm fully around you, to support your weight until the pain starts to subside, "Don't worry, Mammon's here. I've got you, so just relax" His face reddens further as you grip his shirt, and his heart swells as you lean into his touch, relying on him. Trusting him. Needing him. He'd stay like this forever if he had to, but soon you move tentatively, testing whether the pain has subsided enough for you to move again.

His strong arms support you, helping you lay down and get comfortable in his bed. He's not letting you go anywhere or do anything else tonight.

"Geez, don't push yourself so hard. Tell me next time before ya over do it, okay?" He sighs, looking down at you with a troubled expression before taking his jacket off and climbing in next to you.

Leviathan

You two were having one of your gaming / anime binge nights and you had been sitting in the same position for far too long, so you might've guessed that this would end up happening. When you finally try to move to change positions, you get stuck, with a soft noise of pain that startles Levi.

"Ah!"

"Wh-What was that?!" Startled, His face turns bright red. He can't tell you what it sounded like, but when he sees the look on your face his turns redder in embarrassment at where his mind had gone.

"I'll be fine in a minute... I just... can't move" the pain in your voice is obvious and his heart shatters.

"What can I- Is there anything I can-?" He's not sure what to do or say, but he knows he wants to help, and yet his heart sinks when you shake your head. He feels so useless.

"I just have to wait it out" You try to move again, but it brings tears to your eyes as you gasp a second time. All he wants to do is protect you, to be your hero, but how can he protect you from your own body?

He hesitantly reaches out, half pulling back for a split second before resting a tentative hand on your back and trying to rub calming circles there.

"I... think I have a heating pad somewhere?" He offers.

"That would be great"

"Okay" He doesn't move to go get it until you're able to move on your own again. He couldn't bring himself to leave your side.

"Alright, I have a few other things that might help too" He returns with a bag he'd loaded with supplies, "Let's go to your room, MC"

He knows the bed-tub probably isn't the best place for you to properly rest in, and he also knows that there's really no place like your own room when you're not feeling well. So, he helps you limp to your room and into bed with his Ruri-chan heating pad, supporting you the whole way and blushing furiously. Then, he puts on an anime on your tv so the two of you can continue your binge more comfortably.

He pulls you in close, and with one hand, tilts your head to lean on his chest, still blushing at his own boldness.

Satan

He's in the library at the House of Lamentation, sitting on one of the couches reading when he hears a sharp intake of breath and a quiet whine. He puts down his book and gets up to investigate, where he finds you at one of the tables, half standing from your seat, but unmoving.

He quickly approaches you, noting the look of pain on your face, "MC, what's wrong?" He asks, sliding an arm around your waist to help support you. Without much thought he tries to help lift you into a standing position, but you moan in pain again and he stops immediately, eyes widening.

"I can't-! I can't move" You gasp, "It hurts"

Briefly his face reddens at the realization that the two of you are stuck like this for a little while, but his worry overshadows anything else.

"I'll be okay in a minute" You try to assure him, but the way your voice sounds is anything but reassuring. He just nods, prepared to hold you for as long as it takes. He looks down into your face with concern in his eyes.

"What brought this on?" He asks.

"It just happens some times. I guess I pushed myself too hard today, and my body just locks up" You explain. He nods, already mentally trying to figure out the best way to look up a phenomenon like this to try to calm his racing heart.

Eventually you try to move again, and he helps you stand up.

"You should rest, now. Let's get you back to your room to lie down" He says, pulling one of your arms over his shoulder and supporting your weight, one arm still around your waist as he walks you there. He takes it slow, and helps you into bed, making sure you're comfortable. He leaves for a little while but returns with a few books, some tea, and a bottle from the medicine cabinet for you.

"Do you mind if I read with you for a while?" He can't bring himself to leave your side just yet, though he knows you need some rest. He wants to be there in case you need anything. He'll likely be there until you fall asleep, possibly falling asleep next to you as well.

Amodeous

You two spent nearly an entire day doing Devilgram photoshoots, and you had no idea how exhausting and painful it was to be doing modeling poses for so long. Your muscles were burning after thirty minutes, but obviously Asmo wouldn't be satisfied with such a short photoshoot.

He'd noticed that you were getting tired, so the two of you were heading back to the House of Lamentation. He thought it would be romantic to stop at the park for a rest, and maybe a few candid Devilgram shots, and so he lead you to a nearby bench.

"Smile!" He pulls out his phone, and as you turn to lean into him, you jolt in pain as your body freezes awkwardly and you grab his thigh for support.

"MC! So forward today~! You know I lov-" He stops as he looks into your face, scrunched unpleasantly in pain, "Oh, dear! Are you alright?"

"It hurts..." You whine, tears prickling at your vision. He gives you a heartbroken look before sliding an arm around you to support you, and leaning over you to block you from anyone else's view. He brings his other hand to your face to stroke your cheek with his thumb and wipe away your tears. It tugs at his heart when one of your hands reaches up and grips his shirt for more support.

He peppers your face with soft, comforting kisses, assuring you that he's there for you, "Shhh, just focus on me, okay? I'm right here" he whispers.

Once you're ready to move again, he encourages you to put your arms around him so he can help you the rest of the way home, high key loving the excuse to have you touching him. The rest of the walk back is filled with promises of relaxing baths and massages. He is going to take such good care of you tonight.

Beelzebub

The two of you had spent the day on a hiking trail that Beel had been excited to check out, and really wanted to share the experience with you. However you felt about hiking, you did not expect the trail to be so intense.

Beel checked in with you regularly, making sure you were doing alright, but he had been so excited about this trail that you were determined to make it through. Unfortunately this meant that by the time the two of you made it to the top you'd already pushed yourself too hard.

You supported yourself with one arm against a tree, breathing heavily as Beel happily took a look at the scenery from where the two of you stood. You try to straighten up and move to join him closer to the edge of the cliff where he stood, but you froze.

His head whips around when he hears you whine in pain, and he's at your side in a second, "Are you okay?"

"I'm stuck"

"Stuck?" His eyes widen, hands hovering near you, unsure what to do.

"I overdid it" You say with an apologetic look, "It hurts to move"

"I'm sorry" He says sadly, moving closer, "Where does it hurt?"

You slowly move your arm to point to the locked up portion of your lower back, and he kneels behind you, "Will it hurt if I touch you?" He asks tentatively. When you give him permission you feel his strong hands begin gently rubbing the sore muscles there. The way his thumbs and palms massage your back feels so good you can't help but sigh, and you blush a little as you feel how big his hands really are. He's slow and gentle, and has a knack for finding all of the knotted muscles, and he doesn't stop until you give him the signal that you're feeling better.

Once you're able to move again you turn around to thank him and see a hint of pink dusting his cheeks as he looks up at you, "I'll carry you back. Here" He turns on his knees, offering you his back.

"Are you sure?" You ask guiltily, remembering the arduous trail.

"Yea!" He smiles over his shoulder at you, "You should take it easy, and it'll be a great work out for me too"

You feed him trail snacks as he happily carries you all the way back to the House of Lamentation. He'll run you a bath and get some food together for the two of you and make sure you're resting comfortably before he goes and gets cleaned up himself.

Belphegor

It had been a long day and you were looking forward to getting home and laying down. Of course you and Belphie are nap buddies, and today you can't think of anything better than a big bed full of soft pillows and blankets, so you head off to find him.

He's in the attic today, and your body doesn't particularly want to climb all of the stairs, but neither of you can help but smile when you see each other. He greets you with a laugh as you flop down in bed next to him, your greeting muffled in pillows.

"Aww, what's the matter?" He laughs, and the little shit begins tickling you so he can see your smile. And at first you do. You're laughing and twitching, trying to escape his touch, when suddenly your body jerks and you moan in pain. Belphie immediately pulls away in shock, seeing you frozen at an awkward angle, face scrunched up in a heartbreaking expression.

"Are you okay? Did I hurt you?" He's afraid to touch you now, feeling guilty. Unwanted images of the last time he hurt you surfacing in his mind.

"Hurts to move..." You whine, "I'll be okay... in a few minutes" You try to breathe but even that hurts your stiff body in this position. He leans back over you and slowly reaches out to stroke your hair.

"Try to relax" He says softly, feeling quite helpless and unsure of what else to do. So, he stays like that, stroking your hair and giving you gentle, comforting caresses as he encourages you to breathe and relax. He'll kiss your forehead and help you get more comfortable once you can move again before showering you with more kisses.

He'll curl up next to you and hold you close for the rest of the night, still patting your head, and running his hands over your arms or sides or wherever he can reach to comfort you and let you know he's there. He'll help you fall asleep quickly and makes sure you have good dreams tonight.

Diavolo

You've been bent over your Devildom History paper for hours, and you knew you needed a break but you were nowhere near done. You were working on it at the castle, because you thought that there couldn't be a better place to go for references than somewhere so central to Devildom history and Diavolo was happy to open his home to you. Diavolo was working on his own paperwork nearby in case you had any questions, and as an excuse to allow himself to be distracted.

You stood to stretch, but immediately regretted it. As soon as your back straightened, you collapsed forward to support yourself with your fists balled on the table before you, arms rigid and body trembling with pain.

You don't even hear him get up, but he's at your side almost instantly, "MC! What happened, are you alright?" Worry clear in his tone. He thinks his heart may stop as it stutters in his chest.

You try to straighten again, but whine in pain, body forcing you to stay put, "I'm stuck"

"Stuck?" He's surprised, confused, and concerned in equal measures. He didn't know humans could get 'stuck,' and what's more, it's breaking his heart to see the pain you're in.

"I think I sat in a bad position for too long... It hurts to move"

"I see. It hurts... here?" He asks, placing a heavy hand gently on your back. When you nod you feel a soothing, tingling sensation spread out from where his hand lay. He rubs your back in comforting circles as the magic spreads from nerve ending to nerve ending and slowly, you feel your body start to relax and the pain subside.

Standing hesitantly, you test your body, and find only the remnants of a dull ache as you straighten fully.

"You've worked hard today," He looks down at you with kind, sad eyes, "I think it's time for some rest and a reward!" One hand still against your back, he bends down and places the other behind your knees, picking you up slowly so as not to jostle you too much and cause your muscles to tense again. "How does dinner in bed sound? You can stay here tonight"

Barbatos

It had already been a long day of chasing the brothers around and participating in their antics, and it was barely past lunch. You were leaning against a nearby wall for support when Barbatos walked by.

"Ah, MC! I was preparing to take a walk in the gardens, care to join me?" He asks with a pleasant smile. A relaxing walk sounded like just the thing you needed. You nodded with a smile and moved to step away from the wall only to wince, and fall back against it for support.

His eyes widen, "Mc? Are you quite alright?" He steps nearer, worry plain in his usually composed features. He extends a steadying hand to you, which you gladly accept.

"I'll be okay..." You gasp, "It hurts to move, but it'll pass"

"I see. Allow me to support you" Gently, he wraps his other arm around you, taking your weight easily. You wince again as you lean away from the wall and into his embrace and he feels a harsh tug at his heart as you let out a small whine. "I apologize, MC. I did not realize you were feeling unwell today. If there is any way I can be of assistance, please tell me"

"I appreciate you," He blushes a little at your words, "I just need a little rest. It's been a long day" you continue.

"In that case, I'm happy to stay like this as long as you need. I must say it does feel nice to be able to be this close" He admits, looking into your eyes with a soft expression.

Once the pain begins to fade, you let him know. He slowly helps you shift your weight back. You still limp a little as you take a few hesitant steps, but he never lets you go.

"Shall I escort you home? I could call a car" He offers.

"I think I'd like to take that walk with you" You smile.

"If you are sure, then we shall take it slow" He can't help but return your smile. He remains quite attentive as he supports you along the walk. One arm remains around you even after your walk returns to normal and you assure him the pain has gone. He just can't bring himself to let you go, "I'll stay by your side as long as you'll allow me to"

Solomon

Solomon had invited you to Purgatory Hall to work on an experiment with him. It had been a long day, but you were looking forward to spending some time with him even if you were tired. You sat next to him as he worked, getting completely wrapped up in the experiment, as he often tended to.

Simeon and Luke were out for the evening, so it was quiet, particularly compared to the House of Lamentation, and it afforded you some time to relax. Today was one of those days where there wasn't much for you to help with, which your achy body wasn't going to complain about, but you still found Solomon's company soothing and enjoyed watching him work.

"Do you mind if I go grab a drink real quick?" You say, standing from your spot beside him and heading to the door.

"Sure" He responds absently. You leave and after a few moments he realizes something, and calls out to you from his desk without looking up, "Be careful though, some of my other experiments are in th-"

His voice dies in his throat when he hears your gasp of pain, immediately followed by the shattering of glass on tile. He stands so quickly he knocks over his chair and stumbles over it as he runs toward the kitchen, long fingertips pushing his upper body away from the floor as he struggles not to lose his momentum.

In seconds he's in the kitchen, noting the clear liquid pooling around the shards of glass on the floor and the way you're supporting yourself on the counter, unable to stand up fully. He does a mental inventory of the unlabeled experiments in the refrigerator and comes up short. He can't remember which one that was, but he knows any of those unfinished potions could mean a painful demise.

He's standing in front of you without even realizing he had crossed the kitchen, gripping your upper arms and staring into your face with wide, worried eyes.

"What did it taste like? How do you feel?" His words are rushed with panic.

"What?" You're confused, but the pain in your voice makes him feel like the ground might slip out from under his feet.

He swallows past the lump in his throat, "I need to figure out what you drank so I can counteract the effects! Please-" The plea in his voice gripped your heart and something he once told you floated into your mind uninvited; 'I don't think I could remain calm if I lost you.'

"It was water" You assure him. He looses a deep sigh of relief as the panic begins to subside at the realization that he hadn't poisoned you, and is suddenly aware of how fast his heart is beating. He has to stop himself from hugging you, realizing with new worry that you still looked like you were in pain.

"Then what...?" He searches your face for answers.

"I'll be okay in a few minutes... I'm just stuck"

"..." He blinks a few times, "Stuck?"

"It hurts... I can't move" You try to breathe an explanation. He looks so worried that you try to move again to show him you're alright, but it's too soon. You wince and freeze again with a small whine, failing to make him feel any better as you'd intended to.

His expression shifts from worry to sadness. "I might be able to help. If you'd like, I could offer a temporary magical solution?" He asks.

"Please"

One word from you and his heart skips a beat. He rolls up his sleeves and moves to stand at your side where he can reach behind you. He rests a large hand on your back, eyes never leaving your face, and you feel something soothing and cool move through your muscles, relaxing them and easing the pain. Soon you're able to stand again without supporting yourself on the counter.

"Feeling any better?" He asks, still looking concerned.

You look into his eyes, "So much better. Thank you," You look down at the floor, "The glass! I'm sorry..." You sigh, looking for something to clean it up with.

He chuckles, "I don't give a damn about the glass, MC" with a wave of his hand the liquid evaporates and the shards dissolve into a glittering dust that is carried away on an otherwise imperceptible breeze.

You give a somewhat embarrassed smile, "And... I'm sorry I scared you"

It's his turn to look embarrassed, "No" He shakes his head, "I'm just happy you're alright. I don't know how I'd live with myself if I'd... If I'd lost you like that," 'If I'd killed you,' he's unable to even vocalize the fear that had opened a yawning hole in his heart just moments ago.

He sets his experiment aside and the two of you spend the rest of the night together enjoying each others' company.

Simeon

Luke had suggested another exchange student sleepover at Purgatory Hall, no demons allowed!

The four of you always had such fun with these sleepovers, playing games, baking, watching movies, and just spending time together that it became something of a regular thing. It was almost a tradition. Simeon loved the way you played with Luke, how your smile lit up the room, and just getting to spend time with you. Though it was rarely time spent alone together, he still cherished it and would often find ways to get closer to you; holding your hand under the table, partnering with you in a game, leaning against you as the two of you giggled at a funny movie, sleeping next to you on the common room floor when it was time to go to bed.

It was long since lights out, and though you and Simeon stayed up talking well past the time when the others had fallen asleep, you'd both since gone quiet and you assumed that he'd drifted off as well.

You moved to get more comfortable, and a surge of pain caught you by surprise, a quiet moan escaping your lips as you froze, half held up by one elbow.

"MC...?" Simeon's voice in the dark followed by the sound of rustling fabric as you sense him moving closer to you "Are you alright?" He whispers. You can feel his breath on your skin. You nod, both pairs of eyes having long since adjusted to the dark.

"I'm stuck" You whisper back, pain evident in your voice even at such a low volume, "It hurts to move...!" Even in the dark you can see the look of concern on his handsome face, and he can see the tears brimming in your eyes. He slides even closer to you until you're hip to hip.

You look up into his eyes as he leans over you, "Here," He slips an arm under you to support your weight and holds you, "Relax, I've got you" He says, hair falling into his face as he looks down at you in his arms. His normally cheerful face is uncharacteristically serious.

Humans are fragile, mortal creatures with short lives. He knows this, he's always known this but... This is perhaps the first time that you're mortality has really hit him. And it hits him hard.

His wings appear behind him, and wrap around the two of you. They radiate warmth as he tries to embrace you with his whole being, but they also serve to further remind him of the distance between the two of you. How different he is from you. The rules he's supposed to follow, though their rules were never going to stop him. He can't help but feel angry at the unfairness of it all for a moment.

He'd always thought he'd understood why the brothers fell for their sister, but in this moment everything became so much clearer, and now he felt like he understood Lilith too. Why she risked her life and fell to help a sick human. And he realized, that if he'd known then what he knew now, he happily would have fought and fallen for her too. Seeing you so fragile, in his arms, he vows to himself to protect you no matter what it would cost him.

The two of you stay wrapped in his wings in silence for a long time. Even after the pain subsides, he can't bring himself to let you go. You reach up to caress his face, and he leans his cheek into your palm, allowing your touch to soothe his worries away. Eventually the two of you fall asleep wrapped up in each other.

Luke and Solomon are surprised at the sight the next morning; You curled against Simeon's chest, and Simeon's wings still wrapped around the two of you. They both secretly snap pictures, and their excited 'Awwww!'s and teasing eventually wake the both of you.

#Obey me #obey me characters and mc with chronic pain #lucifer #mammon #leviathan #satan #asmodeous #beelzebub #belphegor #diavolo #barbatos #solomon #simeon #I'm really happy with how I wrote Solomon's ngl

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lenaariewrld · 3 years

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6. do you like them

The door to Yachi’s apartment flew open before you even got to knock on it, your raised hand colliding with the blonde girl’s forehead as she hurried to greet you. Yachi rubbed the spot softly and ushered you inside. Your hand dropped and you quietly apologized, lightly kissing the top of her hair as you kicked off your shoes.

“Is Kiyoko here?” You asked, setting the shoes you had previously worn to the side. Yachi nodded, lightly taking your arm.

“She’s in the bathroom,” She informed you, leading you to the large room. A vanity took up a huge portion of one wall, a wide counter beneath it inlaid with one modest sink and topped with hundreds of different facial products.

Kiyoko was already in her clothes, her hair neatly pushed back as she fixed her makeup. She looked at you through the mirror, a small smile gracing her lips. She set her mascara wand down and turned to you, engulfing you in a long, firm hug. “I missed you,” She said, squeezing your middle lightly.

“I missed you too, babe,” You smiled, reciprocating the gesture. You both pulled away, mimicking air kisses on each cheek like always. “Could you do my makeup for me? You’re so good at it,” You stuck out your bottom lip for a small pout, silently pleading Kiyoko.

The woman agreed with a shrug of her shoulders, turning to Yachi to ask the blonde if she also wanted her makeup done by her. Yachi declined, admitting she could do her own looks. Kiyoko nodded, patting her head and moving her attention fully onto you and making you look as good as you wanted.

It took, admittedly, longer than the three of you had planned to get ready for, but you all looked bomb as hell. So worth it. "Tanaka says he's on his way," Kiyoko says, pulling her hair back as you and Yachi applied the finishing touches to your looks. You simply hum in acknowledgement, pulling out your phone and wiggling it. "Photoshoot while we wait?" You ask, earning smiles from the other girls.

By the time the whole group had arrived at the brunch, you all had taken multiple pictures of each other and made sure to get enough of the outfits to tweet them out. Tanaka parked his car nearby the cafe you had supplied the address for, letting everyone pile out. You immediately found Shoyo and strung your arm with his, walking in pace with the group.

Once you all were seated (and you had all taken even more pictures), you all finally settled into conversation. "So, how has it been living with roommates who are also content creators?" Sugawara asked you, resting his elbows on the table.

"It's a little new, but not much different than when you guys would stay over, or when I lived with you. I'm still not sure what kind of videos and stuff everyone makes, and I haven't spent much time alone with anyone in particular, so it's still kind of awkward to be one-on-one with any of the guys," You rambled a bit, fiddling with your hair nervously. Yachi lightly swatted your hand so you wouldn't ruin the style you had worked so hard on.

"Are you saying you miss us?" Nishinoya asked, leaning over the edge of the table to try and ruffle your hair. You obliged and leaned forward, laughing softly as Sugawara pulled him back into his seat.

"Of course... They don't even do movie nights or anything, they're so boring together," You pouted, looking around everyone. Hinata patted your back comfortingly.

"Good, that means you can't replace us," He declared.

"I wouldn't dream of it," You admitted, smiling. The both of you squinted at each other, suddenly deciding to do a staring contest until, once again, Sugawara reined you guys in. He shook his head, a small smile on his face. "Anyway. Kiyoko, how was your trip?" You asked, turning the topic onto your newly arrived friend. She smiled sweetly, simply informing the whole table of the runways she had participated in, and the designers she had worn.

You awed at how calmly she spoke about it. Fashion shows, runways, all that big world stuff was so common for her, but it awed almost everyone else in the group. Except for Yuu, probably, but you couldn't blame him.

“Hey, Hinata," You turned to the orange-haired male beside you, falling into your own small conversation as everyone else did. You noticed Tanaka and Kiyoko chatting absently, a knowing smile on your lips. You honestly didn't understand why they weren't already dating, considering how much they liked to talk to each other. Before you could forget what you wanted to ask your friend, you looked away from the two. "Have you been talking to Kageyama?" You asked.

"Yeah," Shoyo smiled brightly, twisting his cup in his hand absently. "We don't talk often, he's so dry..." He trails off to pull a face, like he was in agony at the thought of the dark-haired male's texting habits. "But he's not bad to talk to, and we like reminiscing about different stuff from high school," The boy informs you.

"That sounds like him..." You smiled fondly, bringing your straw to your lips to sip your tea. Hinata stares at you for a moment.

"Do you like any of them?" He asks, making you choke on the liquid in your throat. Your cheeks burn as you hit your hand against your chest, coughing up your lung and probably multiple other organs in an attempt to calm yourself. He simply laughs at your reaction, waving away the concern of your other friends. "Well? Is that a yes?" He pressed again.

"No!" You defended, your whole face practically a tomato now. Shoyo only hums, not believing you at all. Damn him for knowing you so well, he shouldn't be your best friend, the little shit.

"Okay, well, I'll make sure to send a... care package, just in case," He says, flashing another bright smile, though this one has sort of mischievous undertones.

"Tanaka and Yuu already gave me pepper spray and a self defense kit," You said, shrugging. "And handcuffs!" Tanaka chimed in upon hearing his name. You nod and look pointedly at Shoyo, as if to say 'see? i'm covered!'

"I meant for if you pursue something with any of them, numbskull," Hinata said, looking away from you to take along drink from his cup. You stick your tongue out at him playfully, shaking your head and instead engaging Tanaka with your attention. The rest of the brunch is mostly uneventful, the conversation easily picking up whenever it was stopped by arriving food or drinks. After you've all had your share and split the bill accordingly (excluding Kiyoko), the group shuffles out of the building.

“Let's go shopping!" Yachi suggests with a clap of her hands, looking at the skeptical faces of the others. "It will be fun, and we can walk off the food we ate!" She added, you took her arm, happily agreeing to her plan along with Kiyoko. After a few more minutes of convincing, the guys agreed to join you three, and the whole group set off for the shopping district nearby.

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kuroo and y/n both take turns being ‘simps’ for each other,, mostly it’s kuroo tho

kenma almost freaked out when kuroo considered cancelling the sushi, bc he has an addiction and is finally able to enable it

hinata monitors y/n’s posts to see which Pretty Boy comments the most and goes Protective Brother Mode if they say anything out of pocket

y/n cannot read maps so she had to ask someone nearby to tell her the address

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itstheimpossibledream · 3 years

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Only A Play -Part 4

Word Count:1509

Pairing: AU Henry x FemBlack!Reader

Warning: Smut, Angst, Some fluff

Summary: Waking up the morning after sleeping with Henry for the first time.-Series be sure to check out Parts 1,2&3 in my masterlist!Also thanks a ton for your patience. Last chapter coming soon! Happy Reading !

You awoke to the smell of coffee and breakfast, as much as you hated to admit it the bed was the most luxurious thing you had ever slept on and to say you had gotten a goodnight's sleep was an understatement. You stretched out and then it hit you. The memory of last night, Flashes of him moaning on top of you, opening your legs wide,telling you when you could cum.It dawned on you that you had the whole bed to yourself, and you didn't know if he had come back to bed last night or not. You noticed a robe on the back of the door,and rubbed your eyes as you made your way to put it on. Turning to look at yourself in the mirror, you could see his name was embroidered on it and you couldn't help but roll your eyes at the ridiculous movie-starness of it all. You make your way to the bathroom, noticing the toothbrush that had been laid out for you. Quickly, you brush your teeth and on your way out of the bathroom you almost trip over Kal. You scratch him on the head as a wordless apology, which he seems to accept because he follows you down the hall towards the kitchen. The scent of fresh bacon is really what drew you to the kitchen but as you walk you hear music,and once you turn the corner you decide to stay for the view. He is standing over the stove shirtless, singing along,bopping his head as the bacon grease pops in the pan. You pull out a chair and sit down admiring the muscles in his back, the small tufts of curly hair that peeked out from under his hat. He must have come back in from a run or something, and you found yourself overwhelmed with both lust and envy.

"Hey buddy!" he says to Kal at his feet before turning to see you.

"O." his eyes seem wider than they should be, maybe you should have showered first.

"Goodmorning." you say, taking your seat at the counter, deciding to not make it awkward.

"Do you want breakfast?" he asks,a big smile breaking onto his face, of course you wanted breakfast, it smelled amazing but,you resigned yourself to making sure he couldn’t tell that.

"Sure, I'll try it but, I thought movie stars didn't have to cook their own food." you joked

"We usually don't " he chuckled, I told my chef not to come in last night because I wanted to cook for you. It'd be a lie to pretend your heart didn't skip a huge beat but,at the same time you hadn't resolved your frustrations with him just because you let him inside you.

"O so you think you can cook?" you joked

"O I know I can cook" he said, plating up the bacon and turning towards you.His plate was a mile high , but you had to admit it looked good. You got a forkful into your mouth and while you resisted the truth, it was perfect.

"He really likes you." he said patting the top of Kal's head with one hand as he forked another bite into his mouth.

"How can you tell?" you asked, narrowing your eyes jokingly at the fluffy akita.

"He slept in the room with you while I was cooking, he usually loves to help me cook because he knows he gets snacks." he shrugged.

"O! I'm more interesting than snacks, every girl's dream!" You joked , Henry let out a small chuckle in response and the rest of the meal seemed to go by painlessly.

He stood from the high- top counter as you finished your last bite, his body was a challenge. It dared you to look away, dared you not to give attention to the deep, muscular v his hips made, dipping into his sweatpants. Begged you to look away from his perfectly sculpted chest and the scratch marks that covered his shoulders from the night before, carving paths of exploration over the expanse of muscled skin. You avert your eyes as quickly as possible but, you know he saw and in a way you're glad he was in tune to you enough to notice.

"So guess we should shower to be ready for this interview."he says placing your plates into the sink, honestly it had slipped your mind that you were here because of work. He brushed past you as you pushed yourself back from the elaborate granite countertop, and you couldn't hold it in anymore.

"Why didn't you sleep with me after we....." You trailed off but, you knew that your intent was clear enough for him to understand. You saw the muscles in his back tensing up, he was facing away from you but, he had heard you and it felt as though he was buying time to find the right answer,eventually he turned to face you.

"I just- I didn't want to make this any more complicated than it is." he sighed "I thought it was what you'd prefer." he finishes moving down the hall, into his bathroom and turning on the shower. You follow him in a mix of both angst and vigor, obviously you had not intended for him to think you didn't like him but, at the same time, you would lose all professional integrity what so ever if anyone ever found out you were having a showmance like a highschool student.

"Why?" you blurted out "Why would you think that? Why would I want someone to fuck me and then leave the room?" His face scrunched at your use of the word fuck and it almost borke your resolve.His voice was even when he spoke.

"I know you don't like me okay? I know you think I'm this terrible misogynist who has no talent but, I like you. And Kal really likes you so, for what it's worth I just- I wanted to do what you felt comfortable with but, as it seems I can't do anything right, that was a bad decision too. Excuse me." He pushed past you again to grab a towel as you tried to make sense of his words.

"I'm going to wash up now." he said pulling off his sweatpants and discarding them outside of the room.

"Okay." you said not breaking eye contact with him.

“Well your showers in this place are complicated. I can’t figure out how to tuen them on.” He accepted your joke, chucking lightly and shaking his head, but you can tell he sees your gaze for the challenge that it is as he peels off his underwear, standing before you bare and beautiful. His eyes do not break from yours and before you've entirely thought it through you are tugging at the belt of his robe, allowing it to fall to the floor to fully reveal yourself to him. To fuck your coworker twice in less than 24 hours was a gamble but, clearly it was one you were willing to take. He turned and got into the water before you could make a move on him. Turning over his shoulder and smirking down at you, you accept this invitation without hesitation. He pulls you towards his warm and wet body,as you reason with yourself that it's part of your character study.

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“Fuck We’re going to be late!” You holler from the back of the uber.

“No we’re not. It’s right here.” He jumps out of the car but, you open your door before he gets the chance to.

“Chivalry really has died in America.” he mumbles under his breath, and you smirk to yourself. It wasn’t that it was a game with him per se, but it sure was fun to make him feel unsteady. After a flurry of hair and makeup artists you were finally ready for the publicity shot.Thankfully, they had split the two of you up for make-up and dressing formalities and while he took his solo shots you were still in the hair chair.When you went up to take yours he was on his phone, barely seemed to notice you had entered the room,and you were almost grateful. Photoshoots made you want to smoke. The set was easy enough, until the photographer suggested the two of you take photos in respect to your characters in the show.Actually his exact words were

” In the show you two are lovers yes? So let’s paint you as such.” Never had you ever dreaded a photographer being prepared but, it turned out these past 24 hours were really a first for everything.

“Just pretend you like me.” Henry whispered to you

“Don’t have to pretend, I actually do like parts of you.” you whispered back.

“Which parts?” he allowed his voice to be barely audible for this and you dropped your gaze as the camera flashed. After being prompted to ‘giggle with eachother less’ (whatever that means ) the photos were finished and Charisse, the show’s publicity manager was rushing you to the next appointment.

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musette22 · 3 years

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Drunk in Boston

Pairing: Chris Evans x Sebastian Stan (Evanstan)

Word count: 2.4k

A/N: A week or so ago, I saw this post. I couldn’t stop thinking about it, so I decided to write a ficlet, a little Evanstan AU. It’s a bit late maybe, since Christmas has already been and gone, but it’s still technically the holidays so just indulge me? :p

Also, I hit 3k followers this week, so this is also a sort of thank you to all you amazing, wonderful, beautiful people for getting me here. Love you all as much as I love these boys as much as they love each other 💘 Hope you enjoy!

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It’s 3 p.m. on 17 December, and Chris is a little bit drunk. Maybe even a lotta bit.

In his defense, he is currently in Boston for a bachelor party and they did just do a tour of the Samuel Adams Brewery. It’s not like he makes a habit of daytime drinking. Not this much, anyway.

Chris stumbles out of the bar that’s attached to the brewery, surrounded by a dozen or so old school friends, all of whom are in a similar state of inebriation, when they pass the gift shop and a familiar image catches his eye. Chris stops in his tracks. On closer inspection, what he saw turns out to be a photo, displayed in a stand outside the shop, of a park in Concord near where Chris grew up.

No, not a photo.

A postcard.

He plucks the card from the stand, swaying on his feet a little as he peers at it. In the image, the park is covered in snow, much like it would be right now, and stamped across it in a red, gothic font are the words ‘Happy Holidays’.

Instantly, Chris is hit by a wave of nostalgia. No doubt the feeling is heightened by the alcohol – he always tends to get a little sentimental when he’s drunk – but it’s not just that. It’s also the fact that Chris and his friends have been reminiscing about the good old days all afternoon as well as the sudden, depressing realization that despite all he’s achieved in the past decade or so, his happiest memories are probably those of childhood Christmases spent in Concord.

These days, Chris lives in on the West Coast. He’s kind of a superstar now, after all, and superstars live in LA – everybody knows that. Chris doesn’t usually let himself dwell too much on how lonely he is there, or how he misses the comforting accents and the real winters of the East Coast. Tonight, though, whether because of the booze in his system or the ghosts of Christmas past, he allows himself to feel the stab of homesickness.

Without conscious input from his brain, Chris finds himself buying the postcard. When the cashier asks him if he’ll be needing he stamp, too, he hesitates. “Yeah, why not,” he decides, on a whim. It’s a Christmas card, after all, and Christmas cards are supposed to be sent.

There’s just one slight issue with his plan, Chris realizes as soon as he puts the borrowed pen to the card.

He’ll need an address to send the card to.

Frowning, he taps the pen against the counter, thinking as hard as his beer-addled brain will allow him, but the only address he can think of off the top of his head is that of his childhood home, back in Concord. But… that would be weird, right? He has no idea who’s been living there, since his parents sold the house after the divorce. Then again, Chris tells himself, this could be his good Christmas deed. Sending a postcard to a total stranger just to wish them happy holidays, that’s totally in the Christmas spirit, isn’t it?

With a decisive nod of his head, Chris puts his pen to paper and starts to write. It’s just a few lines, because there’s only so much you can say to a total stranger, but when he signs off with his initials, he feels good about it. He asks the cashier for the nearest post box, which happens to be just outside the building, so he thanks the guy and heads outside.

Pulling his pea coat tighter around him against the glacial December air, Chris spares the card one last look, and drops into the post box. It feels significant, somehow.

He doesn’t get time to dwell on it though, because the moment his friends spot him, he’s immediately and enthusiastically subsumed back into the group and dragged on to the next boozy destination.

Three drinks on, Chris has forgotten all about the postcard.

***

On the morning of 18 December, Sebastian Stan opens his postbox to find a postcard with a photo of the park near his house on the front, and a hastily scribbled message on the back:

Hey,

I used to live in your house.

I’m drunk in Boston, and it’s the only address I know.

Happy Holidays,

C.E.

Even after re-reading the message three times, Sebastian is none the wiser as to who sent it.

It makes sense other people used to live in the house Sebastian’s been renting, but unsurprisingly, he has no clue who they were. It was only last year that he’d decided to relocate from New York to Concord, craving a change of pace and more peace and quiet than the Big Apple had been able to offer. He’d visited Concord on a research trip for his third novel the year before and had immediately taken a liking to it. So when, after asking his estate agent to put out some feelers in the area, the guy had found him this beautiful place to rent within a day, Sebastian had taken it as a sign.

It’s a big old house – more appropriate for a family than a man living alone, perhaps – but Sebastian can afford it, and it has a lived-in vibe that makes it feel intimate, somehow. Its location on the edge of a large park, peaceful apart from the joggers and young families that frequent it, suits his needs perfectly, too. Despite being a successful author, Sebastian prefers to keep himself to himself. He’s not one for ostentatious book tours or photoshoots, doesn’t believe in social media beyond its promotional potential, and he’s found that he blends in perfectly in this picturesque little town.

In addition to being a private person, however, Sebastian is an inherently curious one.

It’s why he became a writer in the first place, and it’s also why the random, slightly mysterious postcard instantly fascinates him. Someone who decides to send a Christmas card to the stranger living in their childhood home has got to be an interesting person, Sebastian figures.

Unable to resist the temptation, he finds the landlord’s number and presses call.

“The initials C.E.?”

“C.E., that’s right,” Sebastian repeats patiently. “I received a postcard from someone with those initials who said they used to live in this house and wished me Happy Holidays. I’d like to thank them for the card, maybe tell them they’re free to come by the house anytime, if that’s something they’d like.”

“Well,” the landlord says, clear hesitation in his tone. “I wouldn’t usually give out this kind of information, especially not about this particular person. But seeing as he approached you first, I guess it should be alright…”

Chris Evans.

Famous Hollywood actor Chris Evans used to live in Sebastian’s house. The house he’s renting. Whatever.

The point is, Chris Evans sent him a postcard. Sebastian would be lying if he said that knowledge didn’t make his heart beat a little faster. He isn’t one to get star-struck, normally, knowing full well the rich and famous are people just like anyone else, only with an added layer of expensive, sparkly veneer.

Chris Evans, though. Well, let’s just say Chris’s blue eyes, his dazzling smile, and his chest – god, that chest – had helped along Sebastian’s gay awakening considerably, all those years ago.

So even though he realizes what he’s about to do could be considered slightly unethical, the next number Sebastian dials is that of his agent. There’s no harm in asking if there’s any chance she could use her industry connections to pass on a message to Chris Evans, surely?

“Chris Evans?” his agent repeats blankly. “The British radio DJ or the actor?”

Sebastian huffs out a laugh. “Actor. Definitely the actor. Why would I want to send a message to a British radio DJ?”

“Why would you want to send a message to the actor?” she shoots back. “Apart from the obvious, of course.”

Touché.

Once he’s explained the situation to her, his agent hums thoughtfully. “Alright, I’ll admit that’s pretty amazing,” she says. “As it happens, I know someone at CAA who owes me a favor. I’ll see what I can do.”

Sebastian thanks her warmly, and then he waits.

***

That afternoon, Chris gets a phone call from his agent.

“Thank you for the postcard,” she reads aloud. “If you're ever in the neighborhood, you’re welcome to stop by the house and have a look around, for old time’s sake. Happy Holidays, Sebastian Stan.”

“Sebastian Stan?” Chris asks, eyebrows shooting up. “The author?”

“Oh, you know him?”

“Well, no. Not exactly. I’ve read one of his books, though, the one that’s shortlisted for the Pulitzer price, I think? He’s very good.”

His agent hums. “If you say so. Do you want me to pass a message back to him?”

Chris opens his mouth to say yes, then closes it again. “Actually,” he says, making a spur-of-the-moment decision, “I’m still in the area so I think I’ll just pay him a visit. Do you think you could you cancel my flight back to LA this afternoon?”

His agent grumbles at him for a bit but eventually concedes, though not before she’s made Chris promise he’ll be back in LA on Tuesday, for the Christmas special he’s due to appear in. Fun.

For a few moments after he’s ended the call, Chris stares out of the window of his hotel room. It’s snowing again, big flakes fluttering down from the sky, slowly turning the grey, slushy roads white again. He wonders if Pulitzer-finalist Sebastian Stan likes to make snow angels in the backyard too, like Chris used to do.

Putting his phone between his shoulder and his ear, Chris starts to put his things in his overnight bag, and calls an Uber.

It’s almost twilight, by the time the cab come to a stop in front of the house. Chris thanks the driver and steps out, booted feet sinking into the freshly fallen snow. It’s piling up quickly, he notices distantly.

It’s odd, being back here, after everything that’s happened since he moved away, so Chris gives himself a moment to just stand there, in the middle of the deserted street, taking in the sight of house he grew up in.

The house that holds countless memories, many of them good, some of them not so much. His first dog and his first kiss. Scraped knees and snowball fights. Raucous laughter and hissed arguments.

The house looks the same but different.

Chris walks up to the front door, snow crunching under his boots, and rings the doorbell.

***

Chris Evans is on Sebastian’s doorstep.

All blue-eyed, bearded, gloriously muscled, six-foot-something of him.

“Uh,” Chris says, blinking at him in something like surprise before his gaze sweeps up and down Sebastian’s body in a blatant once-over. “Sebastian Stan?”

“Oh wow, you actually came,” Sebastian blurts by way of reply.

Chris’s eyes widen. “Oh, I’m sorry, I just thought- ‘cause you said-”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Sebastian interrupts. “I did say that. I just- I guess I wasn’t expecting you to really turn up – or not this soon, at least. But it’s no trouble at all, I live alone so it’s nice to have a visitor. Especially, y’know. You.” Forcing himself to stop talking, Sebastian runs a hand through his messy hair and wishes he’d worn something better suited to meeting one’s celebrity crush. “Sorry,” he says, smiling sheepishly. “Let’s try that again. Hi, I’m Sebastian Stan.”

“Chris Evans.” Chris smiles back warmly as he shakes Sebastian’s extended hand. “It’s lovely to meet you.”

“Lovely,” Sebastian repeats, holding Chris’s gaze. There are tiny flecks of green mixed in with the blue of his eyes, and his lashes would put any Maybelline model to shame. It takes Sebastian longer than it should to remember to let go of Chris’s hand, but fortunately, Chris doesn’t seem to be in any rush either. Huh. Sebastian clears his throat. “Would you- would you like to come in?”

“I’d love to, if you’re putting out,” Chris replies. There’s a beat, and then he freezes, eyes widening in horror. “If I’m not putting you out – not- not if you’re- I wasn’t, I didn’t mean- oh my god, Chris, stop talking you meatball,” Chris groans covering his face with a large hand. His next words come out a little muffled. “I am so sorry. Just ignore me. I have a horrible hangover, I promise I’m not usually this much of a disaster.”

Sebastian laughs, equally charmed by Chris’s helpless chattering as he is by the blush coloring his cheeks, just visible above the line of Chris’s well-groomed beard.

“You’re fine, I’m not easily offended,” he assures him, stepping aside to let Chris into the hallway. “I can take a lot.”

Oh.

This time, it’s Sebastian’s turn to wince at his choice of words, but when he tentatively glances back at his visitor to see if he noticed, he stills. The look on Chris’s face instantly makes him forget all about feeling embarrassed.

Still standing by the door, melting snow forming puddles around his feet, Chris is watching him intently. There’s something curious in his gaze, something sharp and searching.

It makes Sebastian’s breath catch in his throat. He swallows, resisting the impulse to avert his gaze, play it off as a joke. Instead, he makes himself stare right back. Lets the tension build, lets it simmer and crackle as it stretches out between them, growing stronger with every second they spend looking at each other in heavy silence.

“That right?” Chris asks finally, his voice a low rumble that settles in Sebastian’s bones like smoldering embers. Chris takes a careful step forward, slowly, giving him every chance to back away.

Sebastian stays where he is.

“Mmm,” he hums, catching his bottom lip between his teeth and biting down lightly, experimentally, on the soft, plump flesh. When Chris’s eyes flick down to his mouth instantly, homing in on it like an eagle on its prey, Sebastian decides to take a chance.

“Tell you what,” Sebastian says huskily, stepping closer under Chris’s dark, watchful gaze. “Why don’t you give me a tour and show me which bedroom used to be yours-” he comes to a halt right in front of Chris, looking up at him through his eyelashes, “and maybe you’ll find out just how much I can take, hm?”

For a moment, Sebastian holds his breath, praying he read this thing right and didn’t accidentally sexually harass a virtual stranger – but then Chris growls and surges forward, and Sebastian knows his gamble is about to pay off.

Big time.

Merry Christmas to me, Sebastian thinks wildly, just before Chris claims his mouth in a searing kiss. After that, he stops thinking altogether.

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shesawriter39049 · 3 years

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|FEVER| M|

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

About- Namjoon just has a kink for letting you do whatever the hell you want with him...Whether that be putting him in a hot pink suit shirtless! Or, telling him he’s a good boy as he fucks you into oblivion!

OR- Namjoon and yourself hooked up 5 months ago when the boys were in London on Tour, and you were the creative director for there British GQ & Harper’s Bazzar Cover! Now, months later he’s prepping to release his second mixtape “RM vs Rap Monster”. Opting to go a complete 360 from his first release Mono in all realms. So, with that being said BigHit thinks he needs someone with a little more... “umph” Take a wild guess as to who they call...

WC:1.2k (Sneak peek)

WARNINGS: Switch OC (Top & Bottom...but there's no real dom/sub tones here) Service top/power bottom Namjoon, praise kink, Fingering, Unprotected sex(Back shot), come play, dirty talk, light choking, light overstimulation, (This is lowkey a little softer than it sounds) The OC kinda leads this, but Joon isin’t the cliché “sub” he just likes letting her take control.

NOTE- Just my take on the OG cliché Artist X Stylist AU (Though she’s more of a full package, Art Director/Stylist/Photographer ETC) I have tried to add some minor elements to make it a little more realistic. I will say I typically stray from “Idol-verse” just because if we’re being real, the cultural difference alone sometimes stunts my creativity...BUT I just had a little fun with this one...so I hope you all enjoy it. Also, I don’t go into much physical details but in my mind regardless of race, aesthetic wise the OC is a huge contrast to what he’s use to which is part of her appeal. I picture a tatted Barbie of some sorts...

SIDE NOTE: No shade, but shade, I was lowkey inspired to write this bc I have very strong opinions about the creative team at BH....

*** Let me know if you guys want the full thing or not...I kidna flaked on posting because it is such a cliché lol

SONG- FEVER DUA LIPA FT ANGELE

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“Well, it’s a yes for me” Eyeing him in this Hot pink-fitted Burliti suit, which you paired with a very sheer black Arnar Mar turtle neck. The minute you saw the piece on the runway you’d been dying to get it on someone with melanated skin, and it just so happens, the boys are fresh off the US leg of their stadium tour! So, lucky for you, baby boy’s been in the sun a lot, and Namjoon’s currently a sinful shade of brown and you're totally here for it…

Then to top it off, the mesh material of the turtle neck creates the perfect silhouette around his offensively toned chest, outlining the muscles sinfully. Eternally snorting at the way the fans are gonna thank and curse you out all at the same damn time once they see the looks you’ve pulled for this man!

And yes, you had your crew bring extended shades of foundation and concealer, because his face and neck will match if your name is going to be attached to these damn photos!

Head tilted to the side as you silently observe the way he rakes over his reflection in the mirror, it’s a sixth sense you’ve acquired as a stylist at this point. Half of your job is essentially being a hype man/self love coach, real shit, a lot of these artist aren't always as...confident as one may think!

And just like clockwork Namjoon runs his palm down his thighs, smoothing out nonexistent wrinkles on his pants for the umpteenth time in the span of oh I don’t know 30 seconds? Which in turn prompts you to say….

“You look good Joonie...” Musing over your second glass of Don, the compliment was genuine, tone warm, soothing even, not a hint flirtation insight because that wasn’t your motive. You weren’t trying to get him flustered you’re just trying to gas him up a little, you wanted to see Namjoon get alittle cocky and feel himself!

Ears perking up like an overgrown puppy, head whipping in your direction “Yeah?” The way this man’s eyes just lit up like the soul skyline. I just-goddamn, an almost bashful smile toys on those plush lips of his, and you can’t help the way your chest flutters with nothing but fondness.

“So fuckin cute” Flutters off your lips, as you hide a smile of your own behind a half empty whine glass. The delivery was so faint it almost go lost in the background music floating through the air. However the slight flush hitting his cheeks let you know Namjoon heard you whether he wanted to admit it or not!

”Mmmhmm, the color looks fuckin insane against your skin, not to mention, the way everything's going to pop once we tone your hair a little! “ Eyes drinking him in from head to toe, though there was nothing suggestive playing within your iris. Very much aware of time and place and right now your genuinely looking respectfully! Seeing if any alterations are needed, making sure you like where everything sits along his frame. Making notes in your phone of places you want to pin and adjust later...snapping a couple shots here and there.

Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the lapels on the blazer “But like-I mean-I- dont’-It doesn’t look like I’m... trying too hard or anything?” Brows furrowed in the center of his face, jaw tight, wincing slightly at his own words, almost as if he was afraid of your response. The vulnerability within his delivery was more than evident, and no matter how common this is with artist, it’s still just as devastating! Regardless of how much he tried to play it off as if he was just making casual conversation, you can see how blatantly uncomfortable he is . Gazing back at you wide eyed, and uncannily exposed, pointing at the outfit in question. Licking his lips anxiously as he plays with the the blazer, switching posses subtlety trying to get a better feel for the suit.

You stayed silent for a minute, taking the time to actually process before speaking which is rare, not gonna lie. Gaze piercing as you hop off the bed, wine, and accessories in hand, swaying closer. “It’s fashion”. The baited pause almost implied that’s all you had to say, as if one-word was self-sufficient, and in your mind it was...but you knew better than to just leave it at that.

“Art at its finest Mr. Kim” You smile something a little devious, and he flushes even deeper as you slowly start to invade his space eyes locked with him meaningfully. You can physically see the shift, the closer you get, Namjoon starts fidgeting slightly under your gaze but he doesn't back down.

“It gives you room to play, create...it’s something that let’s us connect to people without saying a damn thing.” Suddenly the hand that wasn’t holding your alcohol has become a prop, flailing around haphazardly as you spoke, pointing at the various pieces hanging on clothes racks in your suite! The penthouse has essentially been transformed into your own personal walk in closet for the next 5 or so days! “It’s a statement. A opportunity to tap into a side of yourself that maybe you can’t always verbally articulate to the world around you! More importantly, it’s supposed to be fun, it’s literally something that can be removed within seconds! I mean we all have to wear clothes so why not just enjoy it?” Head cocked to the side as you appraise him, brow quirked, eyes warm, yet there's a clear challenge playing within your gaze.

Namjoon’s watching you intently, almost as if he’s taking mental notes as you speak...the heaviness within those dangerously honed eyes of his could almost be unsettling to some, but you quite like it. Made you feel as though he actually gives a flying fuck about what you’re saying.

“In my opinion the only time it looks like someone’s “Trying too hard” Making little air bunnies with your spare hand “Is if they look uncomfortable in what they’re wearing, confidence is key, and I know you know that better than anyone RM!” You muse batting your lashes in Namjoon’s direction, and he dimples back at you, eyes sinking into tiny crescents, face rivaling the color of his suit, trying to hide said smile behind his own glass of champagne.

“I could put you in a damn clown suit...” Words trailing off your tongue lackadaisically as you grow distracted searching the bar for a specific chain from John Hardy. “Which” Focus snapping back in his direction making the later splutter a little “Would be fire as fuck if I did by the way, but-” Namjoon ended up cackling midsentence, almost choking on his drink in the process, fist pounding against his sternum.

Yeah..killing the leader of Bangtan wasn’t really high on your list tonight....

“Ayee, none of that shit...” Smacking him in the back a little more so just to be an ass because he wasn’t even choking anymore “Don’t die on me until we at least get this damn photoshoot done, I had to cancel my trip to Jamaica for this shit!”

Now he’s damn near choking and his laugh was contagious, it’s just.. loud, carefree so yes, your cackling, and there's nothing cute about it. But you honestly don’t care, you let yourself get lost in it! Finally able to feel the atmosphere in the room start to shift to something a little less scripted and a little more organic...

Throwing his hands in the air as If he’s waving a nonexistent white flag “I’m sorry, noona” There’s a pout playing in his lips, not exactly aegyo per say, but it’s fuckin adorable “Blame PD-nim, it’s his fault we had to do this so last minute” Wheezes from his throat, in the form of a slight whine, almost rivaling Jimin if I’m honest.

You already know he was laughing more so due to your delivery, specifically, your casual use of profanity over anything else. This is actually something you use to be self-conscious about, especially at your first shoot with the boys, at the shoot for GQ . Well aware it wasn’t as common in Asia for people especially women to use “fuck” like a comma. So you were hoping they wouldn’t be offended, or uncomfortable by your dialect, and, thankfully they didn’t seem to mind. Much like Joonie over here, they found it entertaining over anything.

“Yeah, a huh, sureee...” Eyes rolling to the back of your head playfully as you start lightly altering the suit in question with clips and pens. “Stay still babe” The pet name slipped off your tongue effortlessly, honestly, that's what you call most people in your life. However you were far too focused to notice how wide eyed and flustered the man before you became upon hearing it directed at him so casually.

A faint little “Sorry” muses off his lips as he gnaws on his inner cheek, trying to stay still as you ghetto-rig hems into place until you can get this under your sewing needle.

“ No, but real shit…” You sigh, taking on a slightly more serious tone “If you step in front of that camera like you own the bitch, regardless of what your wearing..., then they can’t tell you shit! If your comfortable there’s no such thing as trying too hard” You shrug nonchalantly like that was the simplest concept known to man, downing the rest of your drink “Alright, that’s all, thanks for coming to my Ted talk” Waving him off as if you’re about to leave the room and he pouted playfully, jokingly begging you not to leave him yet...it felt good to be able to banter like this. The shift continuous shift within the atmosphere was more than welcomed…

Hesitantly you watch his eyes find their way back to the full length mirror, which promptly smacks you back to reality!

Unfortunately you didn't fly all the way to Seoul just to drink, and shoot shit with Namjoon for hours on end, your actually here to work…

Sooo...

“Alright” Placing your arms on his shoulders, giving him a reassuring squeeze as you peer over his shoulder. Meeting his gaze through the glass, chin resting gently against the blade. “Back to the reason you came Mr. “I’m sooo anxiously” Shooting him a teasing little smirk in the process “The suit, yay or nay”

So, here’s the thing technically the official fitting is tomorrow, and as far as his team knows he’s in the studio with Yoongi and Hoseok finishing up a song!

Which of course raises the question as to why he’s here..alone..mind you..no staff or security in site.

Just Kim Namjoon and yourself.....

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Heyyyy, Lemme know if you guys want this or not, it will leave kinda open ended because it was supposed to kinda be a 3 part mini series initially. Part 1 ends the morning of the shoot, the full thing is set to be around 6/7k! Spoiler, the company is going to want to keep her around for more than just Namjoon’s solo project....

Also, YES...I did see that they actually put Tae in that Burliti suit (I wrote this long before that shoot was released)...I actually hated the way it was styled it though...I never thought I’d say this but MGK’s team did a better job than BH....

#Namjoon x reader #namjoon smut #namjoon x you #kim namjoon #kim namjoon x reader #kim namjoon smut #bts #bts smut #bts au #kpop #kpop smut #kim namjoon x you

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My Dream | Tom Holland

summary: you and tom confess your feelings for each other before he leaves for a job.

warnings: alcohol consumption, fluff

word count: 1,293

a/n: not proofread but i hope you enjoy!

Your relationship with Tom was interesting, to say the least. You had met a couple of years ago on the set of Spider-Man: Far From Home. You played a small role in the film but you still managed to befriend Tom, which was one of the best decisions of your life. He welcomed you to the group with open arms and the two of you hit it off instantly.

Being friends with Tom was an incredible thing. He was kind, compassionate, and giving. He was also really funny. He always knew how to make you laugh and put a smile on your face. He was all the things you had wanted in a boyfriend, but unfortunately due to your jobs that wasn't possible. You were both so busy so a relationship would just be hard to manage. Plus, you didn't even know if Tom felt the same way about you. It could just all be a one-sided crush that you had, but you didn't want to find out. Keeping your feelings to yourself would be better in the long run. You didn’t want to put your friendship at risk.

You loved the moments that you'd spend with Tom. He was a fun person to be around and you enjoyed your friendship with him. You both grew up in London but never crossed paths until you met on set. After you finish wrapping up the film, you and Tom hung out a lot more once you both got back home. Tom was leaving for another movie in a few days so you invited him to go out and get drinks with him before you had to say goodbye. It also happened to be your birthday that day. He was more than happy to join you because he was wanting to spend more time with you anyway, but he just didn't know how to ask. He often got nervous around you. He liked you so much that sometimes he didn't know what to do with himself. He gladly accepted your offer though, not wanting to leave London without saying goodbye to you.

Tom offered to pick you up on your birthday for drinks. He wanted to make your birthday memorable. He quite nervous, to be honest. He wanted the night to be perfect for you, but he knew that it’d be hard since you both would be bummed about not seeing each other for a few months.

You were in your apartment getting ready for your birthday celebration with Tom. You put on a black cocktail dress and some gold pumps. You put on some light makeup and did your hair just the way you liked it. You shivered with anticipation. You didn’t want to say goodbye to Tom tonight but you were excited to see him.

Tom knocked at your door and you ran over to let him in. Tom wore a black t-shirt with blue jeans, the outfit that would make anyone fall for him. Something about it just made Tom look really good.

“Hey, love,” Tom said as he stepped into your apartment with flowers in his hands. “Happy birthday. The rest of your present is in my car.”

“Thanks, Tommy. You didn’t have to get me anything.” You took the flowers from his hands to put them in a vase. “I appreciate it, though.”

“Anything for you.” Tom took a seat on the couch while you searched for a vase in the kitchen. “So, what did you do today?” He asked.

“I went out to lunch with my family and then I went to a meeting,” you answered as you pulled out a vase from the cabinet near the sink. You put the flowers in the water and then went to meet Tom by the couch. “Sounds nice, darling. You look beautiful, by the way.”

“Thank you, Tom. Ready to go?” You asked as you grabbed your purse, indicating that you were finally ready to leave. “Of course, love.” You ordered an Uber and then the two of you were off to the pub. Tom ordered drinks for the both of you even though you offered to pay for at least the first round. Tom was persistent, though.

The two of you talked about anything and everything. Whenever you talked to Tom, there was never a dull moment. You both always had something to talk about, and you would hardly ever get bored of him.

“What excites you most about your new role?” You asked.

“Good question,” Tom paused to think. “It’s an extreme and serious role which is something I have always wanted to do, which is nice. It’ll definitely test my limits as an actor.”

“I’m really excited for you. I’m sure it’ll be great.”

“Thanks, Y/n. I hope so,” Tom said as he reached over to hold your hand from across the table. “I’m going to miss you, though.”

“I’ll miss you too, but we’ll FaceTime whenever you can.”

“Of course we will, but it won’t be the same,” Tom said sadly. He didn’t want to leave you, but this was the experience of a lifetime. “Hopefully you can come to visit after your photoshoot.”

“I’d like that a lot, Tom.” You both left the sad conversation at that, not wanting to think about Tom’s departure. The two of you go a few more drinks before calling it quits and ordering an Uber.

“Ready to go, love?” Tom asked as he pulled out his phone from his pocket. “Yeah, let’s go home. Sleepover, Tom?” You offered. After shooting Spider-Man: Far From Home, you and Tom would occasionally have sleepovers together.

“Sure,” Tom said as he ordered the Uber. “The Uber should be here soon.”

Once the Uber driver notified you that he was there, Tom led you to the car. You confirmed where you were going and then you cuddled up next to Tom. You placed your head on his shoulder and grabbed his hand and interlaced your fingers with his. Maybe it was the liquid courage because you couldn’t see yourself doing this if you were sober.

“Y/n, can I tell you something?” Tom whispered in your ear, not wanting the driver to hear your conversation but couldn’t wait any longer to tell you. “Of course, Tommy.”

'I’m not expecting you to feel the same way, but…I really like you.” You were surprised by his confession. You would have never thought that Tom would feel the same way about you, but he did.

“I like you too, Tom.” Before Tom could say anything further, the Uber driver dropped you off at your apartment. You both thanked the driver and Tom unlocked his car to get your birthday present that he told you about earlier that evening. He picked up the small box and handed it to you nervously. “I hope that you like this, Y/n. Happy birthday.”

“Thanks.” You smiled at him as you opened the box. Inside reveal a necklace with Tom’s name on it. “Tom, this is gorgeous. Put it on for me?”

“Of course.” Tom clasped the necklace around your neck and then turned you around to face him. “Thank you so much, Tom.”

“My pleasure, love. I’m going to miss you so much.” He pressed his forehead against yours and grabbed your hands. “Be mine?”

“I’d love to, Tommy. Let’s go inside, alright?” You both walked into your flat, both of you with smiles on your face.

“Imagine if you would’ve not felt the same way,” Tom laughed. “Awkward.”

“Oh, Tom. You’re too cute to say no to. I love you.” You kissed him for the first time and it was perfect.

“I love you, too, Y/n.” He mumbled against your lips. “More than you’ll ever know, my dream.”

#tom holland #tom holland x reader #tom holland fluff #tom holland x y/n #tom holland oneshot #tom holland x you #tom holland fanfiction

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lifeofkaze · 3 years

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When Stars Ignite - Chapter 15

HPHM Rockstar AU

A/N: Katriona Cassopeia (in mention) belongs to the gorgeous @kc-and-oc, David Willows (in mention) belongs to the wonderful @that-scouse-wizard

General Warning: This whole fic has a general warning of being NSFW / 18+. We will give specific warnings for every chapter in itself, but several adult themes will be more or less present in every chapter, may it be explicitly or in mention. These include sexual topics, drug abuse, (ab)use of alcohol, smoking and a whole lot of cursing.

Specific Warning: language

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Find the masterpost here, the previous chapter here and the next one here. The songs featured before every chapter can be found on this pretty badass playlist here.

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This work is a collaboration with @the-al-chemist

Taglist: @slytherindisaster @carewyncromwell @night-rhea @thatravenpuffwitch

Mm, child, tired of the bullshit Go on, dust your shoulders off and keep it moving Yes, Lord, tryna get some new shit In there, swimwear, going-for-the-pool shit

~ Cold Years - Good As Hell ~

Lizzie frowned as she saw Murphy quickly turning his wheelchair around and getting ready to leave as she approached him and Orion. The blond sound technician nodded to her in passing and she could have sworn he winked at her as well.

She looked after him curiously as she sat down on the deckchair next to Orion, her towel loosely wrapped around her shoulders.

“What’s gotten into him?”

Orion smiled ominously. “Yearning for his one true love.”

“What, basketball?” Lizzie snorted. “Fucking fringe sports.”

Orion had to laugh at her words. “I was talking about Katriona.”

Lizzie shrugged. “Close enough.” She tilted her head to see what Orion had been writing down into his notebook. “How’s the song going?”

He spun the pencil between his fingers, the way Lizzie had shown him with a drumstick. “Slowly; I’ve been a little distracted by more inspirational sights.”

He briefly smiled at her before resting his chin on his arms with his eyes closed.

“Were you now,” Lizzie giggled. She moved a little closer to Orion, pulled her still dripping ponytail over her shoulder and wrung it out over his back. She laughed as he jumped at the cold water hitting his warm skin.

“What was that for?” he called out, playfully trying to shove her away. “You’re a mood of your own, do you know that?”

“As if you don’t love it.”

Orion only snorted and chose not to answer. Expecting another teasing remark from Lizzie, he was surprised when she remained silent. Looking up, Orion saw her attention had shifted from him to the other side of the pool. He followed her eyes to where Artemis was sitting alone on her deckchair, listening to music with her gigantic headphones on while scrolling through her phone.

“You’re still intent on making friends with her, aren’t you?” Orion said. It was more a statement than a question.

Lizzie hummed in response, her eyes not leaving Artemis. “I can’t believe she wants to be alone all of the time.”

“Have you considered that maybe she values her solitude more than she does company?” Orion contemplated softly. “Sometimes we keep from others because we want to protect sides of ourselves we don’t want anyone to see.”

“Like Merula does all the time?”

Orion nodded. “Yes, she and Artemis are more similar than both of them might think.”

“But Merula and I became friends eventually,” Lizzie said stubbornly. “The effort was on another level but we still did. I bet I could make Artemis like me; I don’t want her to be alone all the time. That’s the best part of touring isn’t it? Spending all this time with your friends.”

“It is for us, but not necessarily for her. You can’t force her, Liz; if she wants to remain alone, you’ll have to accept that. Why are you so intent on befriending her anyway,” he wanted to know, “is this about you or about her?”

“It’s not an ego thing, if that’s what you’re going for,” Lizzie answered a little more sharply than she had meant to. She could see that Orion was taken aback by her tone, so she softened her voice a little as she tried to explain.

“I don’t think she’s keeping to herself by choice,” she said. “She’s always on the sidelines, always watching what everyone else is doing. She only started talking to Charlie a few days ago, and God knows how he managed to do that. I don’t think that’s because she doesn’t like us, though. I think she just had really bad experiences in the past.”

“Artemis is not a scared cat. It shows your compassion that you want to include her so badly but just think about all the things you’ve tried already. You tried talking to her many different times, you wanted her to join us for lunch, asked her to go out for drinks after the shows; she declined every single one of your offers. If Artemis wants to tear down her walls, she will do so in her own time and at her own pace.”

Lizzie contemplated Orion’s words; without thinking about it, she placed her hand on the tattoo on Orion’s back. She had seen it up close so many times by now, but she never grew tired of how beautiful it looked. The water beads still glistening on his skin were looking like shiny pearls amongst the black lines.

She was broken out of her thoughts, when Orion moved away from her touch. “What’s wrong?”

He looked at her, one eyebrow raised. “You know I appreciate both the gesture of affection and the thrill of the risk, but I think you’re taking things a little too far.”

Lizzie only chuckled and tried to playfully poke him in the ribs, but Orion moved out of her reach again. A little irritated, she furrowed her brow. “Since when have you become so boring? You didn’t complain about the little extra attention when we had the photoshoot yesterday.”

“I know, but still, it was reckless of you,” Orion replied calmly. “People could start noticing.”

“But they didn’t.”

Orion sighed. “I’m not entirely sure about that.”

Lizzie’s shoulders tensed, all playfulness disappearing from her face. “What do you mean?”

“I think Skye might have seen something. I wasn’t sure because she didn’t say anything so I decided to wait and see. But in any case, it is unwise to draw attention like that.”

Lizzie raised her head, her eyes moving to where Skye was sitting with Erika and Andre. And sure enough, the blue haired bassist was in fact looking their way. Lizzie unconsciously moved a little away from Orion, but when hers and Skye’s eyes met, Skye’s look confirmed what the sinking feeling in Lizzie’s stomach had been telling her all along - she knew.

“That’s not good,” Lizzie whispered, more to herself than Orion.

“It is far from optimal indeed.”

And sure enough, Skye’s frown deepened as quickly as Lizzie’s panic was growing. She watched as her friend said something to Erika before getting out of her chair to come over to them.

Lizzie absolutely didn’t want to be confronted by Skye, and least of all in front of the others. Skye had never been a particularly subtle person; if Lizzie got into an argument with her here, she might as well shout everything from the rooftops.

Before Skye could make her way to them, Lizzie practically jumped out of her seat, trying to look as casual as possible while her heart was racing in her chest.

“Pity you don’t want to join the next round,” she proclaimed just loudly enough for Skye to hear it, “water polo is always more fun with more players.”

She set her eyes on Artemis, who was still sitting on the opposite side of the pool. “I’ll just go and ask Artemis instead.”

“How smooth,” she heard Orion mutter with a mocking tone, but didn’t care. She had wanted to speak to Artemis anyway and if she could bring the whole length of the pool between herself and Skye by doing so, all the better.

Lizzie set off to round the pool in the opposite direction to Skye; much to her relief, she noted that her friend had sat down onto her deckchair again, but she could feel her green eyes boring into her back.

Artemis was slumped deep into her chair when Lizzie approached her. She was slightly nodding her head to the inaudible beat coming from her headphones. The corners of Lizzie’s mouth twitched when she saw the stylised cat face engraved in silver on the speakers; she had the same limited edition.

Artemis was so concentrated on her phone that she didn’t even notice Lizzie’s presence. Lizzie wondered if that was intentional, but when Artemis jumped violently when Lizzie sat down next to her, she instantly felt sorry; she hadn’t wanted to scare her.

She countered Artemis’ hostile stare with an extra cheerful smile, partly because she wanted to start the conversation off right and partly to mask her own jumpy nerves.

“All alone today?”

Artemis sized her up for a moment. “Apparently.”

“Sorry about scaring you, I thought you’d seen me coming.”

The look in Artemis’ eyes grew hard. “I’m not scared.”

“I just thought…”

“I said, I’m not scared,” Artemis repeated stubbornly and Lizzie raised her hands in defence.

“Of course not, sorry.”

She waited for Artemis to show any sign of wanting to continue their conversation but received none, so she tried again. “Do you want to come over and sit with the rest of us? You don’t have to sit alone all of the time.”

Artemis’ eyes flickered to where Everett was basking in the sun. “I don’t think so.”

Lizzie was looking in the same direction. “Whistling after you earlier was shit, sorry about that. Ev takes a lot of getting used to, but he doesn’t really mean it that way.”

Now Artemis’ hazel eyes found hers and Lizzie could see a trace of anger flashing in them. “I think he very much meant it that way.”

Lizzie sighed; actually, Artemis was right but that wasn’t something she could downright tell her and still hope to get her to come. “He can be such an idiot, I know. Just forget about him.”

Artemis indicated her headphones. “That was the plan.”

The faint sound of a guitar was reaching Lizzie’s ears from the music that was still playing, and the voice of the singer was sounding familiar. “What are you listening to?”

Artemis watched her critically, probably contemplating just putting her headphones back on, and be done with it. “Some cover songs from a singer from Liverpool. He’s called David Willows. Have you heard of him?”

Lizzie had to laugh. “You could say I’ve met him once or twice back in the days.”

She immediately regretted laughing when Artemis’ eyes narrowed; she had probably given the impression that she was making fun of her.

It was apparent that the unapproachable pyro tech had no intention of continuing their conversation; she was repeatedly glancing at her phone and her whole body language had turned dismissive. Under usual circumstances Lizzie would have given up at this point but she didn’t want to give Skye another opportunity to talk to her.

“What I actually wanted to ask,” she tried for the third time, “Charlie and I want to play another round of water polo. Want to join?”

The look in Artemis’ eyes turned contemptuous. “And climb onto some random guys naked back to make a mickey out of myself?” She demonstratively dropped her eyes to her phone. “No thanks, I’m good.”

Lizzie had to stifle a sigh at her stubbornness. “Come on, it’ll be fun.”

“I said no,” Artemis replied, a lot more sharply than before.

Lizzie felt a flare of temper. “It’s just water polo, why are you making such a fuss about it?”

Artemis' face darkened considerably and Lizzie feared she might have overstepped her mark. But before Artemis could say something, her eyes shifted from Lizzie to something in her back, only moments before Lizzie felt Charlie’s hand coming to rest on her shoulder.

“There you are, little rockstar. Have you persuaded Artemis to join?”

His tone was easy but the look in his eyes wasn’t lost on Lizzie; he wasn’t happy at all she had disregarded his wish to leave Artemis alone.

“I’m afraid not.” Her tone was brusque; she was pissed with Charlie for stepping in.

Charlie’s mouth twisted into a grin. “Hate to say it, but I told you so.”

His attention turned to Artemis, who was just as unhappy with her company than the rest of them. “Can I talk to you for a sec?”

Artemis sighed deeply. “If you have to.”

She put her phone down and got up and Charlie immediately walked her away from Lizzie. Lizzie’s face darkened and she fought the urge to cross her arms in front of her chest. She was not impressed Charlie had interfered; he was starting to grow overly protective of Artemis, even though she didn’t seem to be the kind of person to need anybody’s protection but her own.

Her thoughts were instantly forgotten, when she suddenly heard Skye’s voice in her back.

“Jameson, you and I, we need to talk.”

Lizzie grimaced before turning around. Skye had her arms crossed and was staring at her accusingly.

“What’s on your mind?” Lizzie sighed.

“You know damn well what’s on my mind,” Skye hissed. “There’s something you need to tell me, right fucking now.”

Lizzie averted her eyes. “I don’t know what you mean.”

“You know damn well what I mean,” Skye snorted. “What in the actual fuck is going on with you and Orion? Don’t try to pull the old innocent-trick on me, we’ve lived together and I know you’re as innocent as Merula next to an empty box of cigarettes.”

Her eyes narrowed when Lizzie didn’t answer. “I saw what you did yesterday at the photoshoot and I saw you earlier next to him as well. You’re not even as handsy when it comes to Charlie and a lot of things make a lot more sense to me now. So, gonna ask you again and you better not lie to me; what’s the deal?”

Lizzie muttered something under her breath, making Skye frown. “What’s that?”

Knowing she would have to tell her friend if she liked it or not, Lizzie sighed. “We may potentially have a little thing going on, if you want to call it that,” she said, not meeting Skye’s eyes.

Just as she had feared, Skye’s voice immediately rose in volume. “Are you out of your bloody mind?”

“Keep your voice down,” Lizzie said angrily, “there’s no need to shout.”

Ignoring her words, Skye continued, albeit with a lower voice. “You know the rules! It’s a clear hands off the other band members. What if dad finds out you guys are dating?”

“He won’t find out if you just shut up about it and keep your nose out of things that aren’t your business,” Lizzie responded sharply. “And for the record, we’re not dating. It’s just some fun, nothing of it.”

Skye pinched the bridge of her nose with her fingers, clearly exasperated at her friends’ antics. “Can’t believe it, I always thought you were the smart one out of the two of us. How long have you been at it?”

Lizzie fidgeted uncomfortably. “A few months? Maybe?” She faltered under Skye’s withering stare. “Since last August.”

Skye looked at her incredulously. “You’ve got to be kidding me,” she groaned. “You’re not saying you’ve been shagging our guitarist longer than my longest relationship lasted and never even thought to tell me? Your best friend?”

“At least I’ll have to tell no one else if you don’t stop shouting,” Lizzie replied wryly. “And sorry to say that but your average relationship duration is not a very high benchmark to reach.”

Despite herself, Skye had to suppress a grin. “Fair game.” The smile faded as quickly as it had come when she continued. “Seriously though, are you sure about what you’re doing? It’s a damn right dangerous game you’re playing at, is all I’m saying. What if something goes wrong?”

They both glanced over to where Orion was now again working on whatever song was floating around in his head. Much to their surprise, Artemis was sitting next to him. When she saw them looking, they quickly turned their heads again.

“Nothing will go wrong,” Lizzie insisted, “if anyone should know shagging a colleague can work just fine, it’s you.”

If Lizzie hadn’t known her so well, she might have missed the slight flush creeping onto Skye’s face. “No idea what you’re on about.”

Lizzie made a dismissive sound. “Oh please. Don’t act as if not the whole fucking crew knows about you and Erika.”

Skye raised her chin defiantly. “Okay fine, maybe being friends with benefits can work, but this is different. She’s part of the crew, Orion’s an actual member of the band, and a damn important one at that. If you guys screw things up, we’re all royally fucked.”

“Stop worrying, everything will be alright. Orion and I are completely on the same page with this.”

Lizzie hesitated for a moment. “You’ll keep this to yourself, right? You won’t tell your dad about this?”

Skye looked at her as if she had gone mad for good. “Do you think I’m bonkers? Dad doesn’t need to know everything. Way too involved in our stuff as it is, if you ask me. But you got to promise me one thing.”

Relieved the immediate catastrophe had been averted, Lizzie nodded. “What?”

“Don’t put me into a position where I need to lie to my dad, alright?” There was nothing of the ever present sparkle in Skye’s eyes; she was dead serious about this. “Don’t get too involved with him. This is about family.”

#hphm #hogwarts mystery #harry potter hogwarts mystery #orion amari #charlie weasley #skye parkin #lizzie jameson #artemis hexley #rockstar au #when stars ignite #wsi #besties collaborate

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causewealwayshaveeachother · 3 years

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CONFRONTING ALEX ABOUT HIS SECRET GIRLFRIEND?!?! 🤭😱🛑 LIVE! NOT CLICKBAIT

LAST VIDEO: We discovered Alex has been SNEAKING OUT to meet up with his SECRET GIRLFRIEND!!!!!

In today's exclusive livestream we confront him about the DECEPTION and BETRAYAL!!!!!!!! Going live at 12:30 PM today!!!!!!!!!!!!

The Mercer Family is one of many multi-million-subscriber family youtube channels on YouTube. It documents the lives of Diane and Charles, and their two children, Alex and Annabelle. They definitely don't have a third child who got a restraining order as soon as they went off to college, and while we're here, their son is also definitely 100% straight.

finally living up to the level of stupid to be expected from "it came to me in a dream" (not a joke; it did)

teaser trailer for an au that may end up just being a pile of plot summary but isn't that what aus are all about anyway?

ao3 tags: family youtube channel au, Crack, i think, it's legally crack if it's a ridiculous premise played straight right, Alternate Universe - Modern Setting, Panic Attacks, Gay Alex Mercer (Julie and The Phantoms), Coming Out, Bad Parenting

wordcount: 1109

Head-on shot centering a blonde boy in his teens lounging on a chair. He is looking to the side, head propped up on his fist, and seems bored and irritated. One of his arms is draped over the back of the chair, and his fingers fidget against each other. He is wearing a black snapback, zip-convert pants, a pink sweatshirt and a ripped jean jacket. (ALEX MERCER)

A voice comes from off-camera. (DIANE MERCER, ALEX'S MOTHER)

DIANE MERCER (OVER-ACTED AND DRAMATIC)

Alex, do you know why we want to talk to you?

ALEX MERCER (FLAT TONE)

No.

DIANE MERCER (OVER-ACTED AND DRAMATIC)

Do you have anything you might want to share with us?

Alex rolls his eyes slightly.

ALEX MERCER (FLAT TONE)

No.

DIANE MERCER (OVER-ACTED AND DRAMATIC)

This is your last chance to just come clean!

ALEX MERCER (UNDER HIS BREATH)

Okay.

Alex turns his head to look directly at the camera.

ALEX MERCER (FLAT TONE)

I'm gay.

Alex stands up and books it out of the room. A gasp comes from behind the camera and the feed abruptly cuts off.

Alex walked swiftly down the rain-slick sidewalk towards the studio, duffel bag slung over his shoulder. Raindrops fell lightly around him, dampening his shoulders and hat. His breath came quickly, and his hands shook, and his feet fell heavy against the ground. He tried to time his breathing to his footsteps, focus on the steady one-two-one-two-one-two and block out anything else. The studio was a 20 minute walk away. He had been walking for five minutes. The studio was 15 minutes away.

Alex being gay wasn't news to his parents. It wasn't even, particularly, a problem to them, on a moral level. He was welcome to run around kissing whatever guys he wanted, so long as it never made it back to anyone who reported on the goings-ons of the members of the Mercer Family Youtube Channel. Because having a gay son wasn't nearly as marketable to Family Youtube audiences as having a rebellious, straight, fuckboy son.

Alex stuck his free hand in his pocket, clenching the other harder around the duffel strap, and walked faster, trying to force the panic attack he could feel approaching down through the slap of his feet against the concrete.

The studio was 12 minutes away.

Alex could feel his jaw clenching, his brow furrowing, with anger. Because what the fuck right did his parents have to exploit him and his siblings, make them spend hours acting out "caught on camera!" clickbait videos until it looked just the right balance of perfect and unplanned, make up secret fake girlfriends and set up elaborate photoshoots and then fucking- try and make him pretend to admit to having a secret fake girlfriend who doesn't exist! Who they made up for him! On live camera, for "authenticity" like the fact that they're doing it live is gonna hide how fucking staged the whole goddamn thing blatantly is.

Running around the house with cameras all day filming him and his little sister just trying to live their goddamn lives, making them pretend to break rules so they could pretend to get in trouble so they could pretend to be being punished so they could post it on youtube. Who even knew what would happen if they actually broke the rules. It'd probably still end up on youtube, they'd just have to spend 6 fucking hours reenacting any part they managed to do out of view of one of the billion cameras they've got filming every goddamn room of the house.

Alex blew through the doors of the studio, past the chairs under the loft where Bobby and Reggie were tuning their instruments, past the couch where Luke was looking up at him from the song book, directly into the bathroom. He slammed the door, locked it, and sank down against it, directly into a panic attack.

Bobby and Reggie exchanged glances, putting their guitars down and crossing to sit with Luke on the couch. "What do you think happened?" Bobby asked, lowering his voice like Alex might hear them through his panic attack. Reggie hated this part of being friends with Alex - knowing he was just a wall away, hurting, but not able to help - knowing if he tried he'd only make it worse. Having to just wait it out and hug him after.

"Didn't his parents want him to do some youtube thing today? He said he'd be like an hour late." Luke glanced at the bathroom, then his gaze jittered over to the clock as his face twisted with concern. "It's been, like, 10 minutes." His knee shook up and down and his fingers tapped at his biceps. Reggie leaned his shoulder against Luke's, and on his other side he saw Bobby casually folding his legs pulling his legs up onto the couch and crossing them crossing his legs so his knee pressed into the side of Luke's thigh.

"It was a livestream," Reggie piped up. Now he remembered - Alex's parents wanted to do a livestream for "authenticity". Alex hadn't said what for, he didn't think. "Maybe he got- like, a surprising question he didn't know how to answer...?"

"Yeah, I mean, a livestream's gotta be pretty stressful," Bobby agreed. He leaned forward to look at Reggie. "Do you remember if he said what it was about?"

Reggie shook his head. "He just said it was a livestream thing." Alex had mentioned it casually as practice was ending a few days ago - "I'm gonna be like an hour late on Saturday, by the way. My parents want me to do a youtube thing? A livestream or something. More authentic if it's in the middle of the day I guess." Luke had given him a little light-hearted shit about skipping practice to be a hotshot youtube star, and Alex had snapped back lightheartedly enough. It hadn't seemed like Alex was expecting it to be a big deal, but then again, it never did, did it?

The three boys sat on the couch for another twenty minutes before they heard the toilet flush and the sink running in the bathroom. Then, Alex emerged. Shaky and pale, damp strands of hair hanging around his face, but brow set in determination. "Hey, bud," Luke began, probably about to attempt delicacy in asking what the fuck happened, but Alex spoke over him, staring fixedly at the Sunset Curve banner hanging across the room.

"I'm gonna sue my parents for emancipation. Because fuck this." He turned to them, a hysterical grin starting to pull across his mouth, chest beginning to shake with laughter. "I just came out as gay on livestream. Fuck everything. Can an emancipated minor take custody of an eight-year-old?"

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All Yours ~ MYG [M] [Request]

↬↬↬Word Count: 2.9K

↬↬↬Pairing: Min Yoongi x reader

↬↬↬Genre: Smut…It’s just pure smut

↬↬↬Warnings: Oppa kink, size kink, exhibitionism (locked bathroom) jealous sex, friends with benefits, ‘I love you’ climax, mirror six. I already mentioned in the ask that I wouldn’t do spit kink as it was something I wasn’t comfortable with so I hope this is okay

It was just another girls night out with you and your friends Jihoo and Innie, you'd spent the entire day getting ready with them starting with face masks, showers and then pre-drinks in the afternoon ready for when you hit the town. It wasn't anything big, just a night out for Innie's birthday, you were going to a small pub in the town centre and then heading home for a sleepover nothing huge. Wolf whistled filled the air of the bedroom when you walked out of the bathroom in the dress you were wearing for the night,

"Look at you!" Jihoo yelled walking up to you and making you do a spin as he looked you up and down,

"What does Yoongi think of this number?" Innie teased causing you to roll your eyes at her. They all assumed you and Yoongi were fucking behind their backs, which was true you were. You and Yoongi had been friends with benefits for months but no one had to know that,

"He doesn't." You scoffed at her hitting her with you clutch bag as you walked over to the mirror to apply a layer of your favourite red lipstick. It was one that Yoongi had gotten you for the bedroom but you liked it too much just to keep it for his eyes alone, you put the tube into your clutch and turned around to face the girls again. All of you were ready and raring to go.

"One photo and then we'll leave. One Innie, just one." Jihoo sighed knowing that Innie liked to take photoshoots whenever she had a new outfit on.

"We could take them at the pub? They have that huge ladies bathroom with the giant mirror, with all the flowers around it?" You suggested but they wanted both, one more and one later.

"Let's just get this going! I'm ready for a drink." Jihoo yelled going over to the window to see the taxi was waiting for you all already, you grabbed your bag and headed down to the front door of your apartment.

"Wait! I can't multitask," Innie whined as she tried to post onto Instagram and walk in heels at the same time, proving near impossible so you went back for her and guided her to the car so that she wouldn't fall. You were going to have to be the moderately sober one for the night if any of you were going to make it back to your apartment alive tonight.

"Don't tag me in that, I look awful." Jihoo groaned as she sat in the back of the cab with Innie both of them hunched over her phone and giggling to one another as they did whatever it was they were doing.

"I'm going to order-" You stopped mid-sentence when you looked over to the entrance of the pub, there stood Yoongi and his crew of friends looking around and you knew what he was doing. He was looking for you, he'd specifically told you that he didn't want you to go out tonight and yet here you were disobeying him...but it wasn't like you were his. You could do whatever you wanted whenever you wanted and there was nothing he could do to stop you, that being said you were terrified he would punish you for it.

"Did you invite Yoongi?" You stuttered trying to keep your head down and avoid being seen but as soon as his name left your mouth Innie stood up and started waving them all over,

"Hobi!" You groaned as she screamed out his name like that, she'd had the biggest crush on him for months and this was probably why she'd invited them all out. It was finally her chance to get to know him some more and flirt with him openly just to blame it on the alcohol if he rejected her.

"Is that a problem?" Jihoo asked looking at the look on your face,

"Why would it be? Me and Yoongi are just friends." You snipped back at her and she smirked,

"Good, Yoongi! Come sit by me," She pushed you out of the seat and Yoongi made his way past you without even giving you a second glance which meant he was pissed off but what surprised you, even more, was watching he place his hand on Jihoo's thigh and start flirting with her. You pushed down the feeling of jealously you were experiencing and looked at anything except them.

"Anyone want a drink?" You asked looking at Innie who ordered her usual, you nodded at the rest and headed over to the bar hoping that the scenery would get Yoongi and Jihoo out of your head. You had nothing to be jealous over, there were no strings between you and Yoongi, he could fuck whoever he wanted to although the thought of it made you sick to your stomach. Fuck you hated being in love with someone you could never fully be with, he'd made it clear the moment you'd started your flings that it meant nothing but a quick fuck every now and again.

"What can I get for you my love?" A thick accent spoke and you looked up to see two big blue eyes staring back into your own,

"I-I erm...I need to order for my table." He nodded and got his notebook out ready to take down the drinks you wanted so you started ordering, trying to ignore the pressing feeling of his eyes on your body. The only time someone had looked at you like this was when it was Yoongi and he was undressing you with his eyes, eye fucking you from across the room or about to go down on you it was sending a pool to your core the more you thought about it.

"I'll bring them right over gorgeous." He winked at you and you smirked walking away from him and going back to your table,

"Ooo I know that look!" Innie giggled looking at you, you sat down at the end of the table and shook your head at her,

"He was just flirting, right? Did you flirt back? I'm sick of you being single and boring! Go and fuck him in the bathroom." You stared at her as she said this to you in front of everyone,

"What? You're always so pent up! It'll be good for you to finally get some dick in you." Yoongi tensed up from his side of the table hearing Innie talk like that to you, you were his and only his. No one else was allowed to just 'stick some dick in you'' that was his job but he could see you leaning into this the more she spoke about it.

"Maybe you should, might be good for you." Your head snapped to look at him and you frowned, he was tracing patterns into Jinhoo's neck like he did to yours after a night together and you felt your blood boil.

"Maybe I will." You snapped at him looking over your shoulder to see he bar worker heading over to your table,

"Maybe he'll like my lipstick." You pulled out the tube and began applying it making sure Yoongi could see exactly what brand and shade it was and his blood boiled.

"Hey," You said seductively to the bar guy, he put the drinks down and you got up from the table walking back to the bar with him,

"When do you get off tonight?" You questioned biting down on your lip a little and the guy blushed trying to think of when he finished, his mind was a fog because your hands were on his bicep.

"In about two hours," You smiled and gave him a kiss on the cheek after making sure Yoongi was watching the entire exchange,

"I'll see you later," You walked back to the table and smirked at Innie,

"He's going to meet me later." They all smirked at you but Yoongi was livid, he never thought you'd actually go through with it and now he had Jihoo whining to him about feeling needy and left out.

"I'm not interested like that," He mumbled to her and she rolled her eyes, everyone knew he was interested in you but was too dumb to do anything about it, she figured if she flirted with him he'd get bored and go to you. Not encourage you to go and fuck someone else.

Everyone except you was out dancing at the side of the bar to some loud EDM music, you were sitting on your phone trying to pass time. The more you sat there the more you were starting to regret flirting with the poor guy at the bar, you weren't interested in him. You were just horny and Yoongi wasn't going to fulfil your needs that night, not with everyone around anyway.

"Watch the table," You said to Innie when she came over for her drink, you took your bag and headed up to the huge womans bathroom to try and calm yourself down. You needed an excuse to leave and get away from the bar guy before he finished his shift,

"Innie said you came up," You turned to see Yoongi standing in the door, he put something up on the outside of the door before shutting and locking it.

"What is it Yoongi? Don't you have Jihoo waiting for you downstairs." He walked up behind you and pressed his crotch against your ass, you groaned feeling how hard he was already. He was huge and you had no idea how he would have hidden that from everyone downstairs while walking up here.

"Don't you have the little barmaid waiting for you." You pushed him away from you and walked over to the sinks washing your hands and going to dry them,

"Is that what this is? You're jealous?" You questioned him but he ignored you walking behind you and moving the hair from your neck,

"Oh baby, Oppa has nothing to be jealous of." His lips lingered above your skin, teasing you.

"You're mine." You whimpered when he finally kissed your neck and began sucking on it, Yoongi loved to mark you up but he'd never fully gone through with it. A couple of light pink marks here and there but this one was purple by the time he pulled away from you admiring his handy work on your neck.

"Yoongi!" You yelled looking in the mirror at the mark,

"I'm going to fuck you so hard everyone in this whole pub knows you belong to me." He pushed you against the counter and rolled your dress up to your hips.

"Do you want that? Hmm? Do you want Oppa to fuck you senseless with his big cock?" That was one thing about Yoongi, he was cocky and everyone knew it. He also had a huge cock that honestly felt like it was ripping you in two every time he fucked you but it was pure bliss.

"Yes." You whimpered succumbing to him already, there was no point putting up a fight when he was all you wanted in the first place. You heard his zipper undo and then felt his fingers at your core, running along your folds and smirking.

"Is this all for me or is it for the barmaid?" You choked on air as you felt his tip at your entrance, running between your folds and slicking himself up for you.

"You. Always for you Yoongi." He stilled himself and you whined out, you knew what he wanted you to call him and he wasn't going to move until he heard the words fall from your lips.

"Always for you Oppa, just fuck me please." Just as you begged him and slammed into you giving you no chance to adjust to his size or the angle as he rammed in and out of you at a dangerous speed.

"So fucking tight around me at you baby?" You nodded desperately already losing the ability to think or speak thanks to him filling you so much.

"Already getting dumb around my cock aren't you?" He chuckled deeply and your hands reached out to hold onto anything to stop you from slipping on the floor.

"O-Oppa!" You cried out looking at him in the mirror, he was biting down on his tongue and holding onto your waist as he fucked into you roughly, you could feel every inch of him as he pounded into you from behind.

"Tell me how much you like it, princess," He took hold your neck standing you up just slightly so you could stare at yourselves in the mirror, you whimpered at the sight. Totally open for him to take and do whatever he wanted with you. It was always like that with him, you'd always give 100% of yourself to him and him alone,

"I'm not going to fuck you senseless until you tell me," His hips stopped and he kept himself buried deep inside of you holding himself right at your hilt.

"You're still clenching baby, you like this? You like Oppa fucking you in public? Claiming you?" You nodded desperately yet again. Your head was empty except for thoughts of him being there,

"I l-love it, fuck keep fucking me please Oppa. I'm desperate." He pulled out of you and took you over to the large floor to ceiling mirror,

"I want you to see how I fuck you, so you can see how no one else can please you." You whimpered as he took your neck into his hands and applied a small amount of pressure, nothing bad you could still breath throughout it all.

"Fuck me then!" You yelled and he rammed himself back into you forcing you to look at yourself in the mirror as you held onto the edges desperate not to fall over but your legs were already shaking and weak from him.

"C-Close." You stuttered out looking at him in the mirror and he smirked darkly at you, moving his hand from your neck and going down to rub your clit.

"You gonna cum all over my big dick? Huh?" You felt yourself getting closer as he started talking like that, the feeling was already so intense from the rush of being out in the open. Plus jealous Yoongi sent all kinds of pleasure through your body.

"Yes! Please!" You pleaded with him nad he chuckled looking at you, he knew you never could last long since he could reach depths of you no other man or toy could for you.

"Cum for me then babe, go on." You whimpered feeling an intense kind of pleasure building up inside of you as he continued to thrust in and out of you, grunting out your name and profanities as he felt himself getting closer too.

"Pussy so perfect for me isn't it?" He grunted ramming himself into you feeling so close to cumming, he'd needed you all night.

"So tight and small for my big cock." You whimpered and gripped onto the mirror as he continued talking,

"F-Fuck I'm cumming! O-Oppa!" You cried out legs shaking as your intense orgasm rushed over your body like a wave and rippled through your sending your knees buckling and your hips bucking backwards into Yoongi as you came around him never wanting it to end.

"Y-Yoongi, fuck...I-" You cried out as he kept fucking into you,

"Shit I love you Yoongi." His hips slowed a little but he continued fucking into you cumming right as the words left your mouth. He panted holding himself inside of you for a few seconds before pulling out and going to get some tissue to clean you up with, you both stood in silence not knowing what to say to one another. You knew he didn't want any strings but you had no idea what came over you, the intense orgasm just made you want to admit everything to him.

"I- Tell the girls I went home, wasn't feeling great." You went to leave but he pulled you into his chest looking into your eyes,

"When we started this I told you I couldn't do all of that love crap," You teared up and looked away from him,

"I know, I'm sorry. We'll stop, I never should have-"

"Let me finish," He laughed shaking his head at you and running his hand over your cheek.

"As more time past and each time I spent with you I realised that I was falling for you. Fuck, tonight made it clear that I love you." You stared at him as he admitted that he loved you too,

"But you told me to fuck the bar guy,"

"Because I was jealous. I love you and I want you to be all mine." He whispered looking deep into your eyes,

"I am all yours Oppa," You whispered but he shook his head,

"Not just in the bedroom. I want to take you out on dates, show you off as my girlfriend. All mine." You smiled at him and nodded.

"All yours Yoongi." You whispered leaning up and kissing him on the lips. His arms wrapped around your waist and he kissed you lovingly, a small knock on the door sounded though.

"Y/n? You okay?" You both stayed silent hoping that Innie would leave soon so you could both walk out without it being obvious.

"Think we should tell them tonight?" You shook your head at him,

"I want to go home tonight and spend time with my boyfriend first." He smiled and heard her footsteps retreating away from the door.

"We better make a break for it then." You giggled and rushed out of the door with him and towards the exit of the bar.

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