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scarofthewind · 3 years

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Could I request for Jason Voorhees, Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt (and anyone else you may want) on how they’d react to cumming very quickly, like they’re having a stressful day and haven’t dont *it* in a long time and it just happens. :) thanks

A/N: Sorry this took so long! I really liked this one....very spicy! Anyways, hope you enjoy!

Warnings: NSFW, R18+, heated make-out sessions, mentions of oral, face-sitting, pet names

Characters: Michael Myers, Thomas Hewitt, Jason Voorhees and Bo Sinclair

word count: 2.05k Tip Jar (every bit helps!)

Thomas Hewitt:

“I need you to go upstairs for me, pretty girl,” Thomas’ voice sounded darker than you remembered as you walked through the front door, letting your workbag rest against the coat rack. Your lover didn’t give you a moment to speak before he was trudging back down the steps of the basement where you heard a male beg for his life.

With a sigh you obliged, running your hand down your stiff neck and wondering if you needed to take some time off work. You felt like you hadn’t seen Thomas, kissed him or even touched him in forever and it was starting to get to you. You both hated the fact that work had you going overtime and that he was doing busy work with stuff around the acres of land he had to maintain. All you wanted was to spend at least a full day with him where there was no work, just love making and talking.

Making your way to the bedroom, you shut the door as the man started screaming, the familiar sound of Thomas’ chainsaw going off as you took your clothes off piece by piece and set them in the laundry hamper, reminding yourself to do laundry when you could. You moved sluggishly towards the shower, pulling the curtain back and turning the water on, getting it ready for both you and Thomas who you could hear bounding up the stairs as the water warmed.

Strong arms covered in blood wrapped around your middle and chapped lips pressed kisses along your neck and shoulder. “No more overtime and I’m taking next week off,” you told Thomas who hummed in response, pulling back to loose his clothing before following you into the warm shower. “I missed you so much,” you said softly, your heart aching at your words as the male stared down at you with a knowing feeling.

“I didn’t go anywhere, sweetheart.” He pressed a soft kiss to your forehead to which you wrapped your arms around his neck and pulled him down to your lips, letting the water run over his red-stained skin. “But shit did I miss you too,” he growled against your mouth, his teeth nipping at your bottom lip while his hands felt up your body. One of your hands traveled down towards his cock, palming it gently and feeling it twitch to life before you began pumping the shaft gently.

Thomas’ lips worked hungrily against yours as he pressed you against the shower wall, cupping your cunt with one hand before slipping past your lower lips and delving into your aching pussy. A soft cry left your mouth and Thomas felt himself snap at the feeling of your walls sucking on his fingers so tightly. Just the thought of what your pussy would do to his cock made him cum and he pulled away from you, apologizing profusely. “I’m sorry it just been so long and-”

“Don’t worry about it, it’s okay.” You say softly, bringing his lips back to yours. “It’s not like you can’t get it back up, right?” You smirk against his mouth and let out a shriek when he pulls you out of the shower and takes you to the bed, moving to lay between your legs and bringing his mouth to your sopping cunt.

Bo Sinclair:

The man was practically tweaking when you walked into the house, Bo immediatley springing up from his spot on the couch and making his way towards you. “I’m sorry I’ve been too stubborn to apologize for our fight last week but please, please, please forgive me.” Bo was frantic, his pupils blown wide and an obvious tent in his shorts that made you bite back a smirk.

“I can’t get off without you, I can’t sleep, I can barely eat because you know I can’t cook-”

“Bo, please stop talking.” You sigh, pinching the bridge of your nose before pulling him upstairs to your bedroom, him still babbling about useless things the whole way. As soon as you get into the comfort of the room, you shut the door behind you and turn to face him.

“I mean I can’t even get close to finishing, it’s like my dick’s broke-” you cut him off by grabbing the collar of his shirt and pulling him in for a kiss. Taking his hat off and throwing it to the floor so you could run your fingers through his messy hair, you felt him relax against your touch, his hands pulling your body against his. “Please,” he groaned and you obliged, moving him over to the chair by the window and letting him sit down before climbing on his lap and unzipping his pants, spitting in your hand before pumping his shaft slowly.

“Oh fuck,” he moaned, hips bucking at your touch while his head was buried between your breasts. “That feels so good, baby, just like that,” he let out a string of curse words while you continued your actions, running your thumb across the tip a few times while feeling a familiar wetness grow between your legs.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck, I’m gonna cum!” Bo panted, his hips moving along with your hand as he came in thick white spurts to which you wiped on his shirt.

“That was quick,” you teased, watching him glare at you before he moved, having you seated on the chair with your legs hooked on his bare shoulders when he removed his stained shirt. “You don’t have to, Bo.” You said, watching him shake his head and pull your pants down along with your underwear.

“I told you didn’t I? I’m a starving man and I know good eatin’ when I see it,” he winks up at you before slowly making his way to your glistening cunt. With the way he works your body like a finely tuned instrument, it doesn’t take you long to finish either and by then, he’s hard and ready to go again.

Michael Myers:

The air was knocked from your lungs the moment you walked through the front door as Michael shoved you against the wall, lips pressed against yours feverishly as his teeth practically clicked against your own. “What the hell, Michael?” You struggled to push the larger man off, moving slightly to the side and wiping your mouth from the wetness of the kiss.

“I haven’t touched you in over two weeks, do you know what that’s doing to me?” He growled, pressing himself against you, your back one again meeting the wall. A shiver ran down your spine at the thought of finally getting off after two straight weeks of overworking yourself and barely getting to see your ‘very busy’ serial killer lover.

You let out a gasp when his teeth pulled at the skin on your neck, leaving various bite marks and bruises on your already sore body. “Calm down, you’re gonna kill me,” you whimper, feeling one of his hands dip between your bodies to rub your clothed pussy, the feeling still making you weak in the knees. “Bedroom, now.” You ordered, moving out from under him and not bothering to look back, knowing he was following you up the stairs.

It didn’t take but a few seconds before you were topless, your bra still uncomfortably holding your breasts into place while you were shoved on the bed, Michael crawling on top of you faster than you could blink. Once again, his lips found yours and one of his hands found purchase on your neck, lightly thumbing over the dark marks he left there earlier while his tongue delved into your awaiting mouth. You could feel his cock straining against his pants as he slowly ground it along your pant-clad cunt, your panties becoming remarkably uncomfortable with how wet they were.

A soft moan of his name left your lips when he slipped his hand from your neck into your pants, unbuttoning them and pushing them down enough for him to feel how wet you were. “Oh fuck,” he grunted, his chest heaving as his hands stilled and his lips moved off yours. You stared up at him in confusion as he quickly stood up, stripping himself of his pants and boxers, cursing at the copious amounts of cum that coated his now softening cock.

“That’s new,” you tease, watching his ears turn red before he curses again. “Don’t be embarrassed, we haven't’ done anything in a while so it’s natural.” You assure him, watching him roll his eyes before moving to lay on the bed.

“I don’t need this from you, just come here.” He grunts, getting comfortable and curling a finger at you.

“I don’t get it, I’m not gonna ride you when you’re soft, it’ll-”

“Not my dick, Princess,” he said with a smirk, moving his hair from his face and running a hand along his mouth, his tongue licking his lips. “Come take a seat, I wanna taste you.” You didn’t have to be told twice.

Jason Voorhees:

It felt like their were a million things on your mind, but that he wasn’t one of them. Lately with work and your family, you’ve not been able to go out and see Jason all too much and it was starting to worry him. Did you grow tired of him? Did you find someone better?

He missed your laugh, your smile, your eyes, your body, your lips, your cunt; you name it and he was yearning for it. He hadn’t gotten off without you there since before he met you and he wasn’t about to do it again; it didn’t feel right to. So imagine your shock when you come through the cabin door, announcing your arrival and nearly getting tackled to the floor by your giant lover.

“Jason, I missed you too but I can’t breathe,” you laughed, feeling him loosen his grip on you before cupping your face and pulling you into a deep kiss, his tongue swiping across your lip. A soft sigh leaves your lips and you drop what you have, shutting the door with your foot and ridding yourself of your coat, not caring where it falls.

Jason can feel the bulge in his pants start to grow and he’s sure you can to by the way you run your hand over it. A shiver runs through his body before he yanks you over to the couch, wanting to be inside you as quickly as possible. “I missed you so much,” you whimpered against his lips when he lays you down gently, his frame moving between your legs and settling against your lower half. With a soft kiss to your palm before placing it on his heart, Jason told you that he loved you without having to speak before bending down again and reconnecting your soft lips with his.

The cabin was quiet except for the soft pants and moans that came from the two of you as Jason practically humped your leg, his hands groping at the mounds of flesh on your chest while his lips worked wonders on your neck. You could feel yourself growing wetter by the minute and just as you were about to start peeling clothes off, Jason shot up and practically fell off the couch. “What? What happened? Is someone here, do I need to hide?” You asked with swollen lips, watching him hold one of the couch pillows against his front.

“Jason what’s going on? Are you okay? Were we going too fast?” Your eyes never left his face but he stared at the floor as the gross, wet, warmth of his cum pooled inside his boxers, his pants showing a wet patch on the front to which he hesitantly showed you. he was ready to be teased but when you told him to come back to the couch, he did.

“Look at me,” you said, gently cupping his face which was blushing a pretty shade of pink. “It’s alright. We haven’t been together in a while and you didn’t touch yourself while I was gone did you?” When he shook his head you smiled at him softly. “It’s natural to get worked up like that, it doesn’t mean we still can’t have any fun.” You whispered to him, watching his eyes narrow at you slightly before he grabbed your wrist and practically dragged you to the bedroom; challenge accepted.

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marsbutterfly · 3 years

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Hey ! How are you ? Can I request an imagine for Hanji x f!reader where they both get reincarnated in modern time ? They both died side by side during the rubbling and when they get reincarnated they both have memories of their past life (they were already lovers). Reader thought she was never going to see her girlfriend again but one day she finds her by chance.

Take care and have a nice day !

Note: Thank you so much for requesting this. I had fun writing it and the prompt was *chefs kiss* so I really hope you like it.

In Another Life

Summary: Reincarnation is the doctrine or belief that the soul reappears after death in another and different bodily form.

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Cold sweat drips down your face as you bolt awake, digging your nails into the bedsheets. The same nightmare has been waking you up in the middle of the night since you were a child.

In your dream, you are a soldier who battles to save humanity in the fight against titans. Somehow, you always manage to kill the gigantic beings and return safely to the world inside the walls.

Always by your side is a brown-haired woman with glasses, her left eye is missing in most of the dreams. In all honesty, you have never seen anyone so beautiful before and, somehow, you remember her name.

Hanji Zoe.

One day, you stood by her side as the world you’ve once known was being left behind, turned into dust. She held your face in her hands as tears streamed down her cheeks, the feeling of her lips against yours is vivid and you can even smell the apple she had earlier.

The scream of your comrades echoes through the plane and into your brain but all you can focus on is the image of Hanji’s body catching on fire as the same flames burn down your back.

She hits the ground seconds before you do and somehow you manage to land by her side, hand touching hand as her lifeless body begins to cool down. You don’t have much time to think before a titan’s massive foot squishes your bodies at the exact same time.

That’s usually when you wake up, when your lungs and heart explode inside your chest due to the pressure of the step. When every blood vessel in your body gives in to the pressure and bursts inside you.

You grab your phone, only to realize your alarm was about to go off anyway. So instead of trying to go back to sleep, you simply push the covers aside and begin to drag yourself to the bathroom in hopes of getting your day started.

Not every dream you have is a nightmare. Some of them are about a life you don’t remember living: The combination of joy and fear after joining the Survey Corps, the warmth of Hanji’s naked body against yours, the delicious smell of freshly made apple pie coming from the kitchen in the middle of the night.

At nights where you don’t dream about that life, you miss it. You miss being around your friends, being able to move around the trees as if you were flying, you miss her. Her deep, brown eyes are all you can think about and time slips away from you.

Once your morning routine is completed, you decide to go for a run in the park behind your house. Since the sun has been out for less than an hour, it shouldn’t be too busy and you’ll be able to enjoy some quiet time.

As the armband slides up your skin, a chilling sensation travels down your spine and nearly every particle of hair in your body rises, even though you can’t understand why. So you simply shake your head and push the feeling down.

Carefully, you select your favorite playlist and check to make sure your laces are tied but before you can actually look, your phone rings loudly in your ear nearly giving you a heart attack.

Without a second thought, you decline the call without even checking to see who it is and you make your way outside.

The cold breeze welcomes you and the sweet smell of the food cart in front of your house hits your nose. Usually after a run, you reward yourself with one of their delicious crepes and that is enough motivation for you to finish your jog.

At this time, the park is the most peaceful place in the city. No crying babies in their strollers or loud business men walking around on their phone, there is only you and maybe three more people.

Your favorite song comes on and you feel the energy pumping through your veins with every beat. It’s the perfect weather for a run and you silently enjoy the calm that washes over your body.

Your mind wanders back to your nightmares and you start to remember the better part of it. The times Hanji would take you to a secret picnic after she became commander or the makeout sessions in the janitors closet.

In some ways, you could even feel her warm skin against yours, her kiss-swollen lips attached to you by a string of saliva. It nearly feels as if you had lived throughout all of it, but it couldn’t be possible.

You’re so deep into your thoughts that you don’t notice the stick on the floor and, when you do, it’s too late and you’re already halfway towards the ground so all you can do is protect your face from the concrete.

The impact itself isn’t too painful but the humiliation is what stings the most. If only you hadn’t gotten that call before leaving your house, you would’ve remembered to tie your shoelaces and therefore they wouldn’t have gotten stuck on the stick on the floor.

This isn’t the first time the woman in your dreams has caused you trouble. In a few of your memories, she would make too much noise when you sneak out and the Commander would eventually catch you.

Ever since you were young and these dreams first started, you’ve been going to a therapist after the other in hopes of understanding what all of this means and why is it happening to you but all came to the same result: inconclusive.

No matter how many doctors you see, no one can understand why you have such vivid dreams about a war nobody has ever heard anything about or creatures that have never once been proven to exist.

With your ass on the ground, you notice you used the word “memories” instead of dreams and for a second you feel as if all air has been sucked out of your lungs by a massive vacuum.

You shake your head, pushing those feelings deep down inside of you and getting on your knee, preparing to tie your laces when a familiar perfume rushes by you.

It’s faint and quick, probably carried by the wind but enough for you to snap your head backwards. A comforting feeling settles in your chest, warm and fuzzy if you could describe it. That’s exactly how the woman from your dreams smelled like.

You notice a brunette in a bright yellow sports bra turning around a bush not too far away, but you can’t see if she’s wearing glasses or if she only has one eye, like Hanji did.

“Y/N don’t be ridiculous!” You say to yourself, standing up and brushing away the dirt from your clothes, “Hanji is not a real person, she’s like an imaginary friend.”

Forgetting all about your fall, you decide to resume your run. The pain in your foot forces you to go a bit slower than you are used to but nothing too serious.

Once you are done running your laps around the park and begin to make your way back home, a few drops of rain begin to fall on your skin, forcing you to rush home.

As you are eagerly awaiting for the crepe you’ve been dreaming about for hours, the owner of the small cart has a sad expression on his face.

“I’m fresh out of batter. My husband just went to grab some more, it should take a little longer than 45 minutes, I am so sorry Y/N.” He says and you sigh, a compassionate smile on your lips and you nod.

“You will save me the first one you make when he’s back right?” You ask and the man eagerly nods.

“Of course. With banana, strawberry and chocolate, right?”

And you laugh, knowing that the only reason why he knows your order so well is because his crepes have been your breakfast each morning since you first moved into this apartment.

Once you are done with the conversation, you rush up the stairs and immediately into the shower. With a washcloth you gently brush the dirt out of your bruised knee, quietly hissing as the burning sensation takes over.

Even though you know you aren’t supposed to do so, you pour hydrogen peroxide on top of the wound and a scream leaves your throat at every step of the way.

“Today really isn’t my day.” You say to yourself as you begin to wash your hair. A few specs of dirt fall to the ground and a prolonged sigh escapes your lips. Everything just seems to be going wrong: rain, no crepe, fell during a run, what’s next? Waiting in line at the coffee shop for over an hour?

As you stand in line, you realize you should have kept your mouth shut. Even though you ordered online, the amount of people surrounding the pick up area was beyond ridiculous and you were definitely getting late for work.

Once your turn finally comes, you thank silently in hopes that you will be able to actually make it in time. So with your chest out and happiness on your face, you loudly say over the many other voices, “Order for Y/N!”

The guy behind the counter looks confused as he checks every cup individually and you watch over him as he does so. He shoots you a sadden and a little annoyed look and you realize that the “Order” button never got pushed.

Your eyes fill with tears of frustration but you brush them away and take your phone out, repeating your online order to the barista on the register and they write it down perfectly.

Your eyes are glued to your phone’s screen while you wait for a message from your boss but the same comforting sensation you felt this morning is back again. Maybe it’s the smell of coffee that reminded you of the trips to Marley or the crowds of different people around, much like eldians and marleyans.

“I have to get this shit out of my brain.” You say, shaking your head and focusing on typing out a message to your friend, complaining and hoping that you won’t get fired today. You worked too hard to get this job and if they let you go over some 20 minute wait, you’ll raise hell on Earth.

“Order for Y/N?” A familiar voice says but you can’t identify from where.

So you walk to the counter, finally putting your phone away and counting the coffees. Your eyes land on the barista’s hand, who carries your regular order. You reach for it and in a split of a second, your hands touch.

The world around you seems to stop and so does your breathing. When you look at her, you realize she is the part of you that has been missing all along. She’s a real person and not a dream. You look at her nametag, just making sure you aren’t going insane and there it is. “Hanji Zoe”

In that minimal touch, you are bombarded by the emotions of a lifetime ago. The first day you met, the first titan experiment you had done together, the first kiss, the first time you’ve had to kill a titan because she would always get too damn close to being eaten alive.

But you are also reminded of the last meal you both ate, the last nose rub, the last time her lips touched yours, the last hand holding, the last breath you both took before you woke up where you are now.

And just like that, feelings you didn’t know were possible for you to have emerged from deep within your chest as if a box that has been sitting deep inside the closet has now just been opened. It even seems like the world has just gotten a bit more colorful.

Tears shine in your eyes as the coffee you just waited so long for hits the ground. With a smile on your face, you wrap your arms around her neck and pull her over the counter. It doesn’t take her more than a second to seal your lips together.

Her breath tastes like the hot chocolate she had earlier that day but it still manages to awaken butterflies that laid dormant in your stomach throughout your entire life. It’s not until your phone rings in your pocket that you are brought back to reality.

“I’m so late for work!” You smile at her and rush out of the store, the container with the other cups in your left hand.

“Wait!!” A voice screams from just outside the coffee shop and you immediately turn around to see Hanji, her hat in her hand as she comes closer to you. “I knew something was missing my entire life and….”

“And now I realize it was you.” You two say in perfect unison and she nods.

“Why don’t we start over? This time, without any titans around.” She asks and you smile.

“Hey, I’m Y/N.” You say, extending your hand.

“I’m Hanji Zoe and I would love to take you on a date sometime.” Hanji meets you in the middle, shaking your hand.

“I really have to go.” You say and a frown appears on her face, you have to fight the will to quit your job and start a nice, little life in the woods with her. Something you’ve always talked about but sadly never got to have.

“I’ll wait for you right here then.” She says, letting go of your hand slowly and you immediately touch the back of her head and bring her in for a long kiss while still managing to keep the cups in your hand still.

This time it was not a goodbye kiss. It was simply the second first kiss you’ve ever had with Hanji and hopefully, it will not be the last.

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Grey Socks

This apart came around quicker then I had expected and I’am working slowly on the next part, which I’ am excited about. Slightly based on season 3 but with my own twist. Shout out to my Bishop Beta @beccabarba for reading over it, thank you always lovely.

*Grey Leather*

*Grey Uniform*

*Grey Dress*

*Grey Vase*

*Grey Blanket*

*Grey Jeans*

Warnings: “What the f**k Steve” moment, swearing and of course smut.

WC: 2549

Enjoy x

The sun was starting to go down and a cold snap started sweeping through making your body cover in goose bumps. You picked up your grey socks from next to you, pulling them on your feet and wrapped a blanket around you, lifting your feet up to rest on the wooden rail of the porch. The silence that surrounded you should have comforted you, but it was so loud it was deafening. You watched as the waves crashed on the sand as the sun went down, when your burner cell started to ring,

“Hey Baby” Bishop’s voice came over the other end of the phone “You ok?”

“Hey babe. I’ am ok” you sighed. “You ok”?”

“I’ am ok. I promise, baby, not much longer. I miss you”

“I miss you too, so much. I’ am sorry I couldn’t be there with you today,” a tear rolled down you cheek and you sniffed.

“Don’t cry baby, it’s ok. Wish you were here.” You could only nod and you wiped the tears away with the back of your hand. “As soon as everything is sorted I’ll be up there to get you. Bring you home to me. I love you Y/N”

“Love you too.”

You hung up the phone just as Steve and Gabby walked out the back door carrying bowls of Chilli Con Carne and fresh bread that you and Gabby made earlier.

There was an all-out war with the club and things had started to get too close to home. You had ended up in tears when Bishop had ask you to get out of town with Gabby. It was lucky you had a lot of long service leave up your sleeve; Bishop had asked you to use a month. Rosa moved to her sister’s place just out of town for now and you had paid for your parents to go and stay with your Aunty and Uncle in New York for the same amount of time you were away, telling them they needed a break.

You packed everything that was important to you, locking it in your parent’s basement, and packed enough clothes to last. Bishop didn’t want you to leave the beach house at all. You and Bishop come to an agreement to shut off your social media and to turn off and leave your phone at home. He bought you and himself a burner cell to keep in contact, and Taza moved you and Gabby to a safe house. The club left Steve with you both just in case.

You had pretty much eaten dinner in silence, Gabby getting a call from Ez not long before your call from Bishop, both your eyes puffy from crying. It had been 3 and half weeks, you just wanted to go home. Steve took the plates inside and was tidying up, you sitting back on the day bed, feet up on the rail listening to the ocean when Gabby walked back out with a cup of tea for you and herself, sitting down next to you. You pulled the blanket off your shoulders and draped it over both your laps. You took a sip of your tea and you almost spat it out with how sweet it was,

“You ok?” Gabby looked at you worried.

“Who made the tea?”

“Steve, why?”

“What the fuck Steve! How many sugars did you put in it?”

“Sorry Y/N”

You and Gabby had a little giggle and then both fell silent, the sound of the waves filling the air again.

“Y/N?”

“Yeah,” you looked at Gabby who was staring out into the darkness.

“Can we do this for the rest of our lives? Being in love with men that put us in this kind of situation. Marry them? Have children with them? Have a future with them?”

“You love Ez?” You asked. Gabby nodded “He treats you well?” Gabby nodded again “What else is there to think about? He isn’t a bad man. Ez is amazing, he will be an amazing husband and father.”

“You grew up with him?”

“I did. Our families are close friends. Gabby- don’t give up on him just because of the club. They are all good men. We all have two sides, they just can’t hide their other side like the rest of us can.”

“You love Bishop a lot” Gabby grabbed your hand and squeezed it.

“I do. He is the best thing that has happened to me. Even if I’ am in hiding because of him” you both giggled “No one said it was going to be easy, but really is any relationship?”

Gabby let go of your hand and lent over hugging you when revs of motor bikes ripped through the air and you both gasped, jumping up, fear pulsing through you, and running to the door just as Steve opened it walking out carrying a baseball bat,

“Get inside. Lock the doors”

“Steve” you grabbed his arm tears coming to your eyes.

“I’ll be fine. You know what to do. Go please”

You ran inside locking the doors behind you grabbing the baseball bat from next to the fridge and coming back to stand next to the door, Gabby huddled into your side,

“Go upstairs and hide in my room. If anything happens go through the doors to the balcony, climb down, run and call Ez. Just like we talked about,” Gabby nodded her eyes filled with tears as she ran up the stairs two at a time.

“Fuck Steve” you heard Ez’s voice “It’s just us”

Rage bolted through you. You unlocked the door, baseball bat still in hand storming out seeing Ez and Bishop walking up the stairs. You raised your eye brows at them and Bishop could see on your face that you were pissed,

“What the actual fuck?” you spat at them both “A heads up would have been nice” You pointed the end of the baseball bat at Ez’s chest “Do you have any idea what you just done to us?” you snarled. Ez held his hands up in surrender and a smirk on his face “Don’t smirk at me Ezekiel”

Ez pushed the bat away, it dropping out of your hand to the ground out of the way and he wrapped you in his arm kissing the top of your head, “Maybe we should patch you in, you’re scarier than Steve,” the 3 men laughed,

“Yeah she is actually” Steve blurted out and you rolled your eyes.

“Where’s Gabby?” Ez looked down at you.

“Hiding upstairs waiting to climb down off the balcony”

You pulled away from Ez poking your head inside the door yelling out to Gabby it was safe and Ez walked in followed by Steve. You turned around to Bishop standing on the second step down from the top. You rushed over to him wrapping your arms around him, his around you and he nuzzled his face into your chest while your fingers ran through his hair, scraping your nails over his sculp. Bishop pulled back slightly looking up at you. You dipped your head catching his lips with yours, kissing him deeply. Without breaking the kiss Bishop pushed you back stepping up to be level with you. Bishop finally broke the kiss, his hands coming up to cup your cheeks leaning his forehead on yours,

“I’ve missed you baby, so much. I’ am sorry we scared you. I wanted to surprise you”

“Surprise is an understatement” you giggled “I missed you too”

“It’s all fixed baby, I can take you home” Bishop’s lips came up to kiss your forehead “Got any beer around here?”

You went to the fridge grabbing a couple of bottles. You gave one to Steve who was sitting on the couch watching TV, giving him a kiss on the cheek thanking him for looking after you and Gabby. You picked up the other two bottles walking up stairs to find Bishop. Gabby and Ez locked away in her room. As you walked into your bedroom you seen the sliding doors open and Bishop was sitting on the double seater outdoor couch and you walked out to him,

“Here babe” you handed Bishop a beer.

“Thank you baby” He grabbed your hand, kissing the back of it and then patted his thigh so you would sit down.

You sat across Bishop’s lap, one of his arms going around your middle and his other that was holding the beer resting across your legs. Your hand that was around his shoulder’s came up to run your fingers over the nape of his neck and he sighed into your touch,

“You ok?” you whispered.

“Better now I’ am with you. I missed you baby”

“Missed you too” you lent down, your lips connecting with his.

The kiss started soft and tender and soon turned heated when Bishop’s hand that was around your middle started to slide up your back and into your hair pushing your head into him more deepening the kiss. You swallowed each other’s groans and whimpers. Without breaking the kiss Bishop reached behind, with his other hand sitting his bottle of beer on the table behind the couch and then did the same to yours.

Once both bottles where on the table, Bishop started to run his hand up your thigh and up under your shirt. His big warm rough hand ran up over your skin up to your breast groping it through your bra. You arched into his touch, your hand now threaded up into his hair and your other running over his solid chest down between you both to cup his hard cock through his jeans.

You broke the kiss and moved yourself to straddle his lap, both your hands resting on his bearded cheeks as your lips collided with his again, the kiss all teeth and tongues. You started to roll yours hips down on Bishop and you heard a growl rattle through his chest. You pulled back from the kiss giggling at his reaction, wrapping your arms around his neck peppering his face with kisses, both of Bishop’s hands rubbing the tops of your thighs and up your sides.

“I missed your noises,” You brushed your nose over his and he chuckled low.

You rolled your hips over Bishop again, your lips crashing on his once more, kissing him deeply. Bishop gripped your ass cheeks tight, pulling you down on him as he grunted into your mouth bucking up into you.

You reached down between you both undoing his jean button and zipper sliding your hand into his boxers pulling out his hard length wrapping your hand around him giving him a couple of quick pumps up and down. Bishop pulled back from the kiss, his head falling back with his eyes closed and mouth slightly open groaning. You lent forward kissing around his neck and he bucked up into your hand.

“Missed this?” you grazed your teeth over his bearded chin.

“Fuck yes” Bishop grunted.

You moved away to stand and pushed down your tights and panties, them hitting the floor and you stepped out of them. Bishop wrapped his hand around himself, stroking his hard cock lazily, looking up at you with hooded eyes as he watched you pull your shirt and bra off throwing them on the floor. You sat back on his lap, the coolness of his fully clothed body made you shiver when it met your hot skin and when your sensitive nipples brush over the rough cotton of his shirt, you rolled your hips down again, brushing your core over his jeans and you bit your bottom lip wanting more.

You lifted yourself up slightly lining Bishop to you moving to slid down on him, your wet centre wrapping around him. You paused for a moment to catch your breath. Bishop made quick work pulling off his leather vest and undoing a couple of his shirt buttons pulling it up and over his head, followed by his under shirt, throwing them on the floor leaving him bare chested. You wrapped your arms back around Bishop’s neck, your hands going into his hair, your boobs resting on his chest and he lent forward, his lips landing on your skin leaving a trail of open mouth kisses, his beard running along your skin made you groan as he went and you rolled your hips over him fast, he bucking up into you hard.

“Fuck baby you feel so good” Bishop breathed into your skin before looking up to lock eyes with you, both his arms wrapping around your middle pulling you down on him harder as he bucked up into you.

“You feel amazing babe” you breathed out before you dipped your head kissing him deeply, your tongues rolling together.

You broke the kiss, your forehead resting on his as your release raced through you and you had to remember not to scream so the others didn’t hear you. You choked out Bishop’s name and you rolled your hips through your high when Bishop bucked up hard grunting, his seed spilling into you and his head dropping back on the couch breathless. You stilled your movements, the smell of salty air taking over the smell of sex and your heavy breathing almost as loud as the crashing waves.

Bishop cupped your cheeks and pulled you towards him, his lips landing on yours for another deep kiss. You got up off him and walked to grab a blanket off the bed to wrap around you both as you both snuggled into each other on the couch, Bishop’s arm wrapped around you, his hand brushing through your hair as you rested on his shoulder,

“Baby, I want to ask you something” Bishop felt you go stiff against him and he tightened his grip around you and kissed the top of your head “Nothing bad”

“Ok, I’ am listening” You sat back slightly looking over up at him.

“I want you to move in with me” a grin pulled across your face “I have spoken to your Dad and Mum they gave us their blessing and Rosa is moving into the granny flat next door at the end of the month”

You looked out into the dark letting that all sink in as Bishop ran his hand up and down your back over the blanket,

“There is no granny flat next door” you looked up at him raising an eye brow.

“Will be at the end of the month” Bishop smirked at you and you nodded.

“You managed all this in-between everything else going on?”

“No. I started the ball rolling before all this shit happened. Your stuff can be moved into my place when we get back and Rosa has moved in with Coco till the end of the month”

“What if I say no?” you smirked at him with your eye brows raised and he laughed loud.

“Emily said you could move in with her” you both laughed and you nudged his side scoffing “If you don’t-“

“No” you almost shouted “I want to. I never want to be away from you again” you smiled reaching up to rest your hand on his cheek “I can’t wait for you to come home to me every night”

“Me too baby, me too.”

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#bishop losa #bishop losa x you #bishop losa x reader #bishop losa smut #bishop losa x #mayans mc #mayans fanfic #mayans smut

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seokjinsdisciple · 4 years

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Enemy

johnny x reader (literally all smut, i dont know what to say)

you absolutely, 100% loathe johnny suh. what happens when you find yourself stuck in an elevator with him?

I FINALLY WROTE PART TWO

UNEDITED

word count: 3k (johnny has me messed up this comeback, ok?)

warnings: language, thigh-riding, fingering, elevator sex, degradation, choking, hair-pulling, overuse of the word kitten, johnny eats his cum from you, theres probably more because suddenly im a whore for johnny, this is just a cesspool ok

You were rushing back home, you had forgotten your textbook for your biology class, and your professor would be using problems from it all lecture. You didn’t want to have to deal with her wrath by not bringing it with you. So here you were, sprinting through the streets in the hot summer air, with the sun beating down on you as you headed towards your apartment. You caught your breath as you strolled into the air-conditioned lobby, groaning as the elevator doors started to close. You love your apartment, you really did, but the elevator was so slow, and someone was moving in today, making it almost impossible to catch. And you didn’t want to have to take the stairs up to your 12th-floor apartment.

“Please hold the elevator,” you yelled as you ran, slipping inside just before the doors closed. As you turned to press your floor, you noticed who you were sharing an elevator with. To be more specific, you noticed who you were sharing the elevator with who was also holding a moving box. Johnny Suh stood before you. Annoying, attractive Johnny Suh.

Johnny just stared at you, mischief in his eyes and he rested the box he was holding on his hip and gave a little wave in your direction.

“Are you following me or something, Suh?” you asked, groaning as you realized the 11th-floor button was already lit up.

“In your dreams, nerd,” he laughed, leaning his head back against the elevator wall. You stood as far away from him as you could, putting in your headphones and praying that he would leave you alone. You and Johnny were self-proclaimed enemies. He was in your science class the very first semester of your freshman year, and when you were assigned together for a group project, your feelings were set in stone. Not only did he spend the whole time bothering you, but he ended up not doing any work, leaving you to finish the project by yourself. After that, it seemed like he followed you around, in fact, this was the first semester since you started college that you didn't have a single class together. Yet here he was, moving into your apartment building and most likely on your floor.

You would be less annoyed by him if you didn’t find him as attractive as you did. He bothers you all of the time, but you still had your fair share of angry sex wet dreams that he was the star of. You shook those thoughts from your mind as you glanced at Johnny, he was smirking at you, something you just rolled your eyes at.

“What’s got you all hot and bothered?” he asked, setting down the box and slipping his hands in his pockets. You glanced at the floor count of the elevator, groaning as you realized you were only on floor four.

“I hate these elevators,” you mumbled, ignoring the fact that Johnny was getting closer to where you stood.

“You’re blushing pretty hard, nerd. Whatcha thinking about?” he grinned at you, lowering his face so that he was staring at your profile. You refused to turn to look at him. Johnny would never fail to get on your nerves, it's as if he had a gift for it. You were just praying, hoping that this whole elevator ride would be over soon. At that moment, the elevator shook, dropping a little bit and, with a loud screech, jerking to a stop.

Johnny’s body pushed you into the wall, the force of the stop causing you both to stumble. He quickly got off of you, curse words falling from his lips as the lights in the elevator flickered.

“Why?” you groaned, your voice rising as the lights came back on, “fuck, Johnny, what the hell do we do?”

“I don't know! You are supposed to be the smart one!!” he ran his hands through his hair in frustration, his voice clearly showing how freaked out he was.

“God, this is probably because you’ve been using the elevators all day to move-in.”

“What was I supposed to do? Carry my couch up 11 flights of stairs by myself?” Johnny hissed back, kicking the box near his feet.

“Why are you even moving in anyways, get kicked out of your frat house?” You rolled your eyes, you wouldn’t be stuck in this elevator if it wasn't for him.

“You don’t know a single thing about me nerd, so I suggest you shut up,” Johnny snarled, sitting on the opposite side of the elevator. You followed his lead, sitting against the wall across from him. Neither one of you looking at the other.

You desperately checked your phone, letting out another sigh as no service flashed at the top of your screen.

“Check your phone to see if you have service,” you demanded, watching hopefully as Johnny pulled his phone out, pressing the power button once.

“It’s dead,” he said, letting his head fall back onto the wall with a thud.

Twenty minutes after the alarm button on the elevator was pressed you feel the first bead of sweat form on your forehead. You took a deep breath in, and tried your best to ignore the growing temperature of the room. You took a quick glance at Johnny, he was clearly feeling the heat too.

“Is it getting hotter?” you asked, fanning yourself with a folder you had in your backpack.

“The air conditioning must’ve broken too,” Johnny said, meeting your eyes for a second before muttering, “I can’t stand this anymore.”

Your eyes bulged out of their sockets as he threw his shirt off, smirking at your expression and quirking his eyebrow.

Your eyes were drawn immediately to his sculpted abs, his chest somewhat sweaty but just the perfect amount. You coughed a little, trying to cover up your blatant staring but Johnny just laughed at you, spreading his legs and giving you a better view.

“Fuck off, Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, looking away from his toned stomach.

“Please, nerd, the least I can do is give you a free show,” he chuckled, running his hand through his slightly sweaty hair, “You seem to be enjoying it anyway, so why should I stop?”

“I only looked because you are sweating and smell gross,” you replied easily, looking away before your eyes dropped any further.

“Whatever you have to convince yourself of,” Johnny winked at you, silence filling the elevator again.

If you thought it was hot before, it was exponentially hotter now. Your mind not able to get the image of Johnny’s perfectly sculpted body and how his muscles would look as he... enough. You shook those thoughts from your head, the stickiness growing between your thighs despite your efforts to calm down.

It was like Johnny knew what he was doing to you. He kept biting his lips, running his hand through his hair, and worst of all he turned his groans into moans. You had every desire to cover your ears and pray to God for forgiveness. But it was too late. Your thoughts had already descended into a place that you couldn’t recover from without… taking care of some things.

You tried to keep cool, but your rising body temperature is due more to a handsome young man than the broken ac. It was becoming too much for you to bear, the heat and tension filling the elevator finally sending you over the edge.

“Fuck it,” you muttered, throwing your shirt off and practically moaning as cool air hit your tummy.

You glanced at Johnny, his gaze firmly set on your black lace bra, his tongue poking out as he readjusted himself on the floor.

“Want a free show?” you asked, smirk mimicking his own when he had asked a similar question earlier.

“Are you trying to seduce me now, nerd?” Johnny’s voice practically growled, his voice now gravelly and his eyes burning into the side of your head.

“I don’t think it would take much of an effort,” you smirked, meeting his darkening eyes.

“Oh really?” he asked, an eyebrow rising at your statement, “I don’t think I’d have to work that hard either.”

You just scoffed at his statement, more heat filling your body as you thought about what his words could mean.

“What makes you think I’d be that easy, hm?” You shot back, gulping as Johnny let out a laugh.

“Because I can see the wetness through your shorts love,” he winked, you body immediately flushing hotter, “gray looks good on you.”

“Shut up,” you snapped, moving your legs so you were covered, “It’s not like I can’t see the tent in your shorts.”

“Then come take care of it for me?” Johnny asked, spreading his legs as an invitation.

“W-what?” you questioned, your heart beating much faster than it had been a moment beforehand.

“Oh don’t get shy on me now, kitten,” Johnny smirked, “you’ve been so outspoken and such a little brat today. No need to become speechless now.”

“Ok, ha. Ha. Very funny Johnny,” you rolled your eyes, “jokes over. You can quit messing with me.”

Johnny just tsked at this, his voice sending an immediate jolt to your core,“It’s too bad, kitten, I really could’ve helped you with your little problem.”

You both sat in silence for a minute or two, the urge to touch yourself growing the more you thought about the words Johnny had spoken to you only a minute before. You fidgeted in your spot, avoiding Johnny’s gaze and praying that someone, anyone would open those elevator doors so you could go home and pass out against your vibrator. Your fingers played with the hem of your shorts, a moan threatening to spill from your mouth at even the slightest touch.

“Fuck,” Johnny whispered, grabbing your hand in his own and pulling you onto his lap, “If you wanna cum, ride my thigh.”

You squirmed on his lap, your first instinct to slap him and crawl back to your side of the elevator, but your slight movement was just enough friction for you self control to snap. You buried your head into his shoulder as you situated yourself against his thigh, your hips gently rolling against his flesh. His hands found their way onto your hips, guiding you back and forth to increase your pace. You whined against his collarbone, the pleasure exactly the kind of relief that you needed.

“I knew you could be good, kitten,” Johnny praised, forcing your hips down further and tensing his thigh, a full-blown moan leaving your mouth then.

“Sh-shut up,” you moaned, “No talking.”

Johnny landed a swift slap on your ass then, the sting still felt through your shorts, “You don’t make the rules,” he growled, stopping your hips and shoving your shorts and underwear down. He slipped a finger between your folds, a groan leaving his mouth as he stared at your core. He met your eyes, his face turning from horny to serious.

“Do you want to do this?” He whispered, his eyes not leaving yours for a second.

“God, please Johnny. If you don’t fuck me right now, we really are going to become enemies,” you begged, hands finding their way to the waistband of his shorts and pulling them down. Johnny took no more than a second to snap back into his previous persona, a growl leaving his throat as he grabbed both of your hands with one of his.

“Do you really think you deserve my cock?” He asked, “You’ve been such a little brat, why should I help you, hm?”

“Johnny please,” you begged, wriggling in his grasp, your hips trying to find some sort of friction.

“Even now you are just a needy little slut, trying to get off,” he whispered, a groan leaving your lips as another slap landed on your ass, “Poor little kitten, can’t come on her own, needs someone's help.”

You whined as Johnny flipped you over gently, balling up his shirt and using it as a pillow for your head. Then he kissed you, and not surprisingly to you, he was a really good kisser. His passion and desire were clear as he kissed you, making the locking of your lips a good kind of messy.

He dipped his fingers into your heat as he kissed you, stretching your lips apart so that you would adjust to him more easily. He quieted your moans with his mouth, pulling away briefly to press a kiss to your temple and shimmy his shorts off.

Johnny cupped your face once again staring into your eyes and asking a silent question. You nodded in response but he just tucked a piece of your hair behind your ears and said, “I need words, please.”

“Johnny please, I want this,” you spoke quietly, and that was enough for him to press another kiss on your lips and sink himself into you. You both groaned at the feeling, pleasure immediately building as he bottomed out.

Johnny’s hand caressed down your face until it made its way around your throat. Johnny’s eyes flickered to yours in order to sense any sort of discomfort, but he practically growled as your eyes rolled back. He tightened his grip slightly, sending just the right amount of pleasure through you.

“I always knew you were a slut, like when your hole is filled and you can’t breathe, hm?”

You nodded, a whine tearing from your throat as he reached his other hand in between your bodies and made contact with your bud. His thrusts were deep, and you swear the elevator was shaking, but you didn’t care. Pleasure surrounded you, Johnny’s hand wrapped around your throat couldn’t even stop the moans from leaving your mouth.

The coil in your belly was tightening, and as Johnny rubbed at your clit and hit spots within you that no one had ever hit, you came. Your whole body spasming and your eyes rolling back into your head. Johnny moved his hands up and down your sides, soothing you as he continued to thrust. When he pulled out of you, a whine tore through your throat, not ready to let go of the fullness that his cock provided.

“Don’t worry kitten, I’m not done with you yet,” he smirked, holding out a hand in order to help you move around, “Hands and knees, now.”

You complied easily, used to taking orders from him now and wanting him to fill you up again. You let him readjust you, and when he pushed himself inside you couldn’t help but tighten around him. Johnny cursed, gripping your hips tightly and thrusting harshly to try and get you to relax. When you did, he landed a sharp smack on your ass, a moan leaving your lips before you could stop it.

“I never gave you permission to come kitten,” Johnny said, his breath uneven but his trusts staying strong. He grabbed a handful of your hair pulling it just hard enough to send another bolt of pleasure through you. His hand hit you again, your eyes fluttering shut at the pleasure.

“So tight, kitten,” he grunted, his hips rocking into yours at a monstrous pace, “like being used?”

“Y-yes,” you moaned, too caught up in the pleasure to think about who you were saying that to.

His pace was getting more erratic, and his grunts were becoming louder when he reached his hand around you and attached it again to your sensitive bud.

“Cum, YN,” he demanded, his hand making up for the inconsistent rocking of his hips. You came easily, not realizing you were as close as you were. With your heat tightening into a vice grip around Johnny’s length, he came. The twitch of his cock inside you causing another spasm around him. He hissed, pressing a light kiss to your shoulder as he pulled out.

“You ok?” He asked, helping you sit on your bum and rubbing your sore knees, gently. You closed your eyes for a moment, trying to even out your breathing, and that's when he struck.

You felt his tongue lapping at your sensitive core, your eyes shooting open at the sudden pleasure.

“Johnny what are you-” You started, but a long swipe of his tongue made you shut up.

“I’m cleaning up,” he added, the mischievous grin that he always wore was back on his face. He buried himself back into your core, spreading your lips with his fingers and licking into your heat.

None of the people you had ever been with had made you cum twice, but here you were building up into a third high. This one seemed to be more due to the fact that Johnny was eating his own cum from inside you. A thought that made your heat pulse. As Johnny licked, he rubbed your extremely sensitive clit with his index finger. He was gentle and attentive to anything he did that seemed to be too much for you. He resumed his focus on your clit after intertwining his hand with your own, allowing you to squeeze it as you came once again on his tongue. He licked you through your orgasm, your mind completely blanking as the pleasure overtook you. When you were done, he pulled you onto his lap, pressing a kiss to your nose and helping you fix your hair. He helped you pull your clothes back on, and when the door to the elevator was pried open, he hid you from the view of the whistling men who had come to save you. Johnny had never been so sweet with you, and as he helped you inside your apartment and into your bed, only one thought was running through your head.

Maybe you didn’t mind having Johnny Suh as your new next-door neighbor at all.

#johnny smut #johnny dom #johnny angst #johnny fluff #johnny fanfic #johnny suh #johnny #nct 127 smut #nct 127 fluff #nct 127 angst #nct 127 johnny #nct 127

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jtsfavslut · 4 years

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Grayson choking you with his Rolex

The POWER this holds 👏🏽👏🏽

ALSO IM MAKING THIS INTO A SERIES I GUESS BECAUSE MA’AM I JUST GOT AN IDEA.

⟡ 𝕽𝖔𝖑𝖊𝖝⟡

Description: You and Grayson are always teasing each to her when’re you’re close, until one day he gets fed up.

Warnings: Choking, Daddy Kink, Sligth degradation, Smut obviously

Wordcount: 1.3k+

The sounds of laughter and blaring music were heard thought the entire house filled with teenagers and young adults.

This was your classic LA party, all the bitches dressed the same, all the guys wore the same thing. Everyone recording what was happening to post on social media.

Except you.

His eyes scanned the room, to find you dancing with your friend.

You hips swaying as your skirt tightly sculpted your body, your curves being more defined than anyone else’s.

Feeling his eyes on you, you turned around to see his dark stare on you and his famous smirked displayed on his face.

Sending him a soft smile you turned around, heading upstairs to a random room.

Your innocent act radiated off your body and he was the only one to realize it was an act.

With the constant teasing that you would do, he knew you weren’t innocent at all.

He followed you up the stairs getting fed up with your teasing and foreplay.

“Nice of you to follow me,” you softly spoke as he walked into the room you were at, looking at yourself in the mirror.

“Quit the act Y/N,” his deep voice spoke sending shivers down your spine.

You turned to look at him with an innocent look on your face. His tall broad body stood in front of the closed door, his black jeans making his stripe shirt be the center of attention.

Of course that diamond watch of his captivated all the attention, at least yours.

“What act,” you asked, bending down to fix your Docs, making a quiet groan leave his lips.

“Don’t play inocente now,” he said walking towards you, grabbing your jaw with his right hand. “Teasing me all the time, having to fix your shoe Everytime I’m around,” he spoke, his voice getting deeper than before.

“I know it’s all an act Y/N,” he sarcastically chuckled as his hand moved from your jaw, to your neck, excitement rushing thought your body, especially to your core.

“What are you gonna do about Bailey,” you smirked as his hand tightened its grip around your neck.

“What am I gonna do?” He asked, mainly towards himself. “I know, I’m gonna have my fun with you, youre not getting away with teasing me that easily.” He smirked as you felt your underwear was drenched.

With a mixture of harshness and softness he pushed you into the bed, that’s when you realized it was his bed room.

He quickly crawled between your legs, placing his lips on your jaw.

He placed small, and somewhat wet kisses down your jaw to your neck.

He kissed around your neck and shoulder, until he found the spot that made you moan his name.

“Just fuck me already Grayson,” you moaned getting fed up with all the teasing.

“I do what I want when I want,” he growled in your ear, his state of dominance turning you on levels you didn’t even know existed.

“Please daddy,” you whines as his hands grabbed to the hem of your top, lifting it off your body.

“No. This is what you get for teasing me,” he groaned smacking the side of your thigh.

His lips attached the the skin between your boobs that were covered by your black lace bra.

“You wore this for me didn’t you? Like the little slut you are right?” He asked pulling your skirt down leaving your boots and your matching panties on.

“All for you Gray,” you let out as his lips attached to the inside of your thighs. Quiet moans leaving your lips from time to time.

Yeah, you wore it for him, but your intentions were on just teasing him, wanting him to snap a little later, but this time, was more than ok.

His right hand went underneath your body slightly lifting it up from the bed, his cold watch making contact with your senticite skin making your back arch. He unclipped your bra with ease letting your boobs bounce as he admired them.

He brought one of your nipples into his mouth, as his hand massaged the other and your head fell back in pleasure, deep but quick breaths moving past your lips.

He switched nipples, giving both your boobs the same amount of attention.

He stopped before looking at you and placing his lips against yours for the first time.

He laid you back down on the bed as his hands gripped your sides moving down to your underwear.

He pulled your panties down painfully slow while your lips were still embraced with each other.

His lips moved down yours, to your jaw, neck, shoulders, all the way down to your thighs.

“Gray please,” you whispered as he kissed each one of your thighs painfully slow.

Once he reached where you needed him both, your body couldn’t help but flinch backwards.

“Don’t move,” he said wrapping his arms around your thigh, his cold watch being pressed against your skin, as your eyes stared at hit.

He trailed his fingers along your slit, slowly making their way to your clit, slowly rubbing it as small loud moans fell past your lips from the amount of pleasure.

He moved back, but before you could complain, he swiped his youngest from your entrance up to clit, a hum of satisfaction coming from him at your sweet taste.

“Sweet girl, with a sweet little pussy,” his eyes looked up to meet yours, a blush displayed over your face, while a smirk was displayed over his.

He quickly licked his lips, before going back down, licking up your thighs that were covered with your arousal, feeling his hot breath against your core made whimpers fall from your lips, he could feel his dick aching but he wanted to focus on you before (how nice of him, always such a gentleman I-💀)

He roughly spread your legs, before his lips mimicked the movements they were doing with your lips. Loud moans moving past your lips as your hands grabbed onto his Brown locks, tuggin on them.

Sweat was tricking down your forehead, his name falling past your lips multiple times, his tongue quickly lapping between your soft walls, his hands sighed into your thighs, humming in satisfaction at your loud moans.

Subconsciously your legs would close by the amount of pleasure he was giving you, making him groan and smack your thigh. Your hands pulling on his hair a little more when he was devouring you with his tongue.

“Oh my fucking God,” You shrieked as he began to suck even harder, feeling the way his lips were wrapped around you, while his tongue was deep into your core.

When he felt your legs begin to shake, he speed up his movements knowning you were close. His right hand moving back down to your neck, hard enough to apply pressure, but soft enough so that you could breath. Sucking on your clit and using his tongue to lick against your little pussy, is what he did till you were screaming his name, along with a string of unholy words and phrases.

Your eyes rolling to the back of your head, as your back arched against the bed with his hand still wrapped around your neck, his lips and tongue sucking and licking you up, not getting enough of the deliciousness that was oozing out of you, cleaning you up, not wanting to leave everything began.

Just when you felt like he was finished, you looked down at him to see a devilish grin on his face, he brought his fingers back up to your sensitive clit.

A soft whimper falling past your lips not thinking you could handle anymore pleasure.

“I’m not done with you yet, we just started,” he chuckled as your body filled up with excitement.

TO BE CONTINUED....

#grayson dolan #anais’s asks #anon #graysonbailey #ethan dolan angst #grayson dolan angst #grayson x reader #graysonsmut #dolan twins #dolan fandom #dolansmut #grayson dolan blurb #ethan dolan #ethangrant

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otomefoxystar · 4 years

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The Dangerous Secret

Fandom: Kissed by the Baddest Bidder

Pairing: Eisuke X MC

Warning: Smut

Genre: NSFW

Word Count: 1,826

Written by: @otomefoxystar

They didn’t mean for it to happen, they were both surprised to have devolved feelings for each other. Eisuke wanted to take things slow he didn’t want to be rushed he wanted to do things right. The only problem was that they had to keep their relationship a secret. She was Sory's little sister and Soryu was loyal to Eisuke and would stand by him through anything... Almost anything. Soryu was a mafia boss and dating his sister would cross the line, but he loved her and couldn’t stay away from her. Eisuke walked down the stairs with his keys jingling as he put them in his pocket. He went to press the elevator button when the door slid open and Soryu walked out. “ Going out?” Eisuke nodded his head “ Yeah, I’ll see you later.” “ Yeah” Soryu responded Eisuke took a deep breath as the door to the elevator closed. He hated keeping this from Soryu, and perhaps one day they could tell him, but for now, it had to remain this way. He knocked on the door and _ _ _ answered the with a smile complimenting her face. He kissed her on the cheek and she let him in her apartment. He looked around and took a seat on the couch.

“ I wish we could go to my suite, it’s so small in here.” “ I imagine you do, but we can’t have anyone finding out about us Eisuke.” “ I’m aware.” She sat next to him and crossed her legs. She leaned over and kissed him gently. “ I missed you Eisuke, it feels like it’s been forever since we’ve seen each other.” He smiled at her mischievously and pulled her onto his lap so that she was straddling him. He pressed his lips against hers, he put his hand on the back of her head deepening the kiss. She smiled into the kiss and drew away, she searched his eyes seeing only sincerity in them. She went back to his lips and he forced his tongue into her mouth searching every inch of her mouth. He swiped his tongue around hers and as their tongues fought for dominance he threaded his fingers through her hair and put a strand behind her ear. He grabbed her rear end causing a sweet moan to escape her lips. He stood up holding her legs to the sides of his hips. He walked to the bedroom and they crashed onto the bed. She scooted up to the pillow. He hovered over her, and kissed her swollen lips again, and lightly felt down her neck causing goosebumps to rise. When he went to release her lips he gently bit down on her bottom lip, pulling as he let go. “ Tell me now if you want to stop before I get too turned on.” She looked at him with heavy eyelids. “ Don’t you dare stop, I want you Eisuke” He smiled and leaned his head down and whispered in her ear. “ I won’t” He licked the shell of her ear and started kissing down her neck. “ Ahh” She stretched her neck so that he had better access to it. He grazed his teeth against her delicate skin. He came to where her neck and shoulder connected and sunk his teeth into her pale skin leaving behind his mark. He sat back and unbuttoned the sleeves to his shirt and slowly unbuttoned the rest of the buttons and once his shirt was opened she put her hands on his hard chest and felt his hot skin. She sat up and kissed his lips with a passion that he didn’t know existed inside of her. She slid the shirt down his muscular arms letting the shirt fall off his body, feeling his skin and reveling the feeling of his skin beneath her fingertips. He watched her fascinated by the look in her eyes as she dragged her fingers along his skin. He took her hands in his and laid her down into the bed. He went for her shirt and lifted it over her head and off her arms revealing her bra and gave her another sloppy kiss and she could feel his excitement on her inner thigh. He kissed down her chest until he came to her breasts. She was breathing heavily and he kneaded her breasts causing her to arch her back. He reached to her back and unclasped her bra, sliding it off of her to leave her breasts on full display. Her chest was rising and falling rapidly as her phone rang. “ It’s Soryu that’s his ringtone” Eisuke wanted to get her mind off of the phone so he pinched her nipple and began rolling and flicking it as he clamped his mouth over the other one. She leaned her head back, and as he attacked her breasts he slid his other hand down her torso, and put his hand on her inner thigh and slid his hand up under her skirt. “ Oh god!” He teased around her panties then ran a finger over her clothed heat, touching but lightly as to not give her the friction she so desired. She groaned feeling frustrated “ Do you want me to touch you _ _ _ ?” “ Y-yes” “ Tell me what you want me to do, otherwise I won’t do it.” She grimaced at his statement “ Touch me Eisuke, Please touch me.” He smiled and ran a finger from her collarbone to over her nipple down to the waistband of her skirt. “Where?” She bit her lip as he stopped his hands. “ M-my pussy I want you to touch my pussy.” He smiled devilishly “ As you wish” He stood up and pulled her skirt off then put his fingers under the waistband of her panties and pulled them off of her. He dropped her panties to the floor in a seductive. He kissed her lips slowly and ran his hand down her body till he reached her heat. He slid his fingers into her folds. “ Ahhh” She moaned at the feeling of his fingers touching her where she wanted to be touched most. He drove his fingers into her slit and used his thumb to rub in circular motions on he clit pressing down with the right amount of pressure. As he pumped his fingers into her he looked over at her and her eyes had fallen shut. He pulled his fingers out of her and she opened her eyes only to see him put his fingers into his mouth to clean his fingers. “ I want to taste more of you” He laid down on his stomach and settled in between her legs, licking up her clit and sucking on it. He licked down to her slit entering his tongue into her. Her legs tightened around his head and she grabbed at his soft hair. He used his finger to rub at her clit as he searched her walls with his tongue. He pushed down harshly on her clit as he explored her every corner. Her legs started shaking. Finally, it snapped and she gushed, but he lapped up her essence tasting more of her. He sat up with his face still shiny from what he had just done. As she came down from her high she pushed him down on the bed and began to slowly unbutton and unzip his pants. She took off his pants and underwear in one go, freeing his hard cock. He hissed at the feeling of it being released. Droplets of precum sat at the tip of his cock, and she rubbed it around the head of his cock. “ngh” She smiled at the sound of him moaning. She played with the head of his cock before taking him in her hand and stroking it. She started out slowly and slowly increased the speed at which she was stroking him, and would loosen and tighten her hand. He bucked his hips into her hand. “ St-stop” She immediately stopped “ What’s wrong?” He looked at her tenderly “ I want you and I want you now.” He flipped her over so she was on her hands and knees and he entered her from behind. They both gasped and he slowly slid in till he was completely inserted inside of her. He didn’t move to give her a moment. He bent down and kissed her back “ I don’t know how gentle I can be” “ It’s okay, I just need you” With that he started moving his hips He dug his nails into her hips as he pumped into her, but her need to see his face was becoming unbearable. “ I - I need to .... See your face.” He stopped and pulled out of her allowing her to lay down. She pulled him towards her and he entered her again. She moved her hips in sync with his and clawed at his shoulders as he thrust into her. Her moans became louder and more frequent which egged him on. He started snapping his hips into her at a pace that she could hardly keep up with. His pelvis was rubbing against her clit, and her whole body was heating up and her toes started tingling. “ Harder!” He thrust into her more forcefully making the coil in her belly snap and her walls clenched around his cock. “ Eisuke!” Her vision turned white and she arched her back. He thrust into her helping her ride out her high and as she came down he started going faster until he thrust into her hard one then two times as his release came. They gave each other a sloppy kiss and he slowly pulled out of her laying on the other side of the bed. Their chests were heaving and as _ _ _ finally caught her breath she looked over at him and brushed his sweaty hair out of his face. “ I’ve never had an orgasm like that before.” He chuckled “ I hope that’s a good thing?” She laid on top of his chest as she stroked his hair. “ Oh yes, it was very very good.” The corner of his mouth lifted up slightly. As she lifted her head he saw a large love bite on her neck and his eyes went wide. “ I think you might need to cover this up when you see Soryu.” He touched the mark “ It’ll be okay, he can say what he wants I am my own woman and I sleep with who I choose.” He brushed her hair with his fingers “ Are you going to tell him about us?” She shook her head “ I think that’s something we need to do together, I’m not ready for that. Soon I promise” He kissed her forehead “ I’ll wait till you’re ready we don’t need to rush.” She kissed his lips and laid her head on his chest listening to his heartbeat. She took his hand and entwined her fingers with his. They laid together enjoying the afterglow and enjoying the closeness they had at that moment.

#voltage inc #love 365 #kissed by the baddest bidder #KBTBB #eisuke ichinomiya #eisuke smut

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mythicamagic · 5 years

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It’s Just the Curse: Fruits Basket Oneshot

Summary: Hatori tends to an injured Tohru after the events of the True Form arc.

Hurt/comfort

2,000 words

AN: I don't wanna hear no - 'ahhh you must hate Kyoru!'

No. Shh. I ship Kyoru, I just needed to write this because I felt like the 2019 version of the true form arc gave Tohru far more injuries than in the 2001 or manga versions. I need some Hatori love. I do also ship Hatohru but you can choose to think of this as platonic, I left it ambiguous on purpose because this isn't really about romance, this is hurt/comfort, ya feel?

It's Just the Curse

When he receives a call from Shigure, he expects the usual idiotic musings from the novelist, leaning back in his desk chair to get comfortable and ignore them.

Instead, what comes through the line is: "It's Tohru, can you come quick?"

Hatori left the chair spinning, yanking on a jacket and grabbing his keys and case. Shigure rarely used that tone, and it wasn't the playful one from before when Tohru had gotten a fever. This wasn't a headache or a housecall. Something had happened.

Hatori slid into the driver's seat, gunning the engine and speeding out of Sohma estate. He never usually drove over the limit. Today he barely paid attention to the speedometer, all he knew was that the vehicle wasn't moving fast enough.

Finally pulling up at Shigure's house, he rushed out, snapping the sliding door open and fixing Shigure with a look.

"Where?" He demanded.

"Her room."

Nodding, Hatori paused, taking off his shoes and padding by the living room, noticing Kyo in cat form. He lay curled up on Kazuma's lap, who seemed to ignore everyone else, looking down at him with soft eyes. Dread caught in Hatori's throat, before he turned to Shigure. "Don't tell me she saw-"

"It had to be done, according to Kazuma. But everything worked out alright. Kyo got a little upset, is all."

Is all?

Hatori didn't hear anything more, hurrying up the stairs to Tohru's room. He didn't bother knocking, opening it and finding Yuki sat on the edge of her bed. Kagura lingered by the window, staring out of it with a morose expression.

Deep lilac eyes shifted, soon finding the girl.

She sat with her knees bent beneath her, long, damp hair trailing down her shoulders, clothes rumbled and dirtied. Blood caked up her arm, but worse was the marks on her shoulder and neck. Three deep looking rivets had cut through the clothing, breaking the skin. Tohru looked over at him, slightly shaking from the cold despite the towel she clung to around her arms.

"I-it's not as bad as it looks," she smiled gently. "Please don't look at me like that, Hatori."

How else was he supposed to look at her?

Glancing at Yuki, he shifted. "I'd like to examine her," he muttered.

Yuki looked at Tohru, mild guilt thinning his lips. Tohru just nodded with encouragement, and Yuki left without another word. Kagura padded over, appearing conflicted.

"Are you sure you don't want another girl here with you, Tohru?" She asked quietly.

"No, it's alright. I trust Hatori."

Kagura nodded, soon following Yuki. The door slid shut afterwards, leaving them in the gloom of her lonely room. Even the pink of her bedding and curtains didn't liven it up, appearing dulled to his eyes. Hatori took a few steps closer, turning on Tohru's bedside lamp. He then sat beside her on the bed, taking a breath. The priories of a Doctor came first, and he gestured to her t-shirt. "Tohru, I need to remove that to reach the wounds. Judging by your injury, I think it would be best to cut the material off, rather than trying to raise your arms."

She nodded, and he noticed dirt scuffing her cheek. His heart twisted at such a simple thing, before shaking himself and reaching into his bag. Taking out scissors, he gently seized the bottom of her ruined pink top, cutting a line up the middle and leaving it in two halves. Slowly, gingerly, long fingers eased the material down and off her arms.

This left Tohru in her bra and skirt, which he ignored, taking the towel and sliding it over her good shoulder to preserve some of her modesty. Tohru smiled at him, curling her fingers into it. Hatori wished he could find the same strength to smile back. He went about cleaning the wounds carefully, wiping down her arm and trying to remove the sheer amount of blood. But soon he stopped, realising something. Dark eyes shifted, catching hers.

"... I need to stitch these wounds. They're too deep to leave as they are."

Tohru's eyes dimmed a little, soon nodding once more. She didn't ask if it would hurt. He didn't ask if she was alright. Of course she wasn't. Instead, he sterilised a needle and thread, shifting until he bent close, their knees touching.

"You can lean into my shoulder, miss Honda, if you want." He uttered quietly. "Just be careful, I'd really rather avoid turning into a seahorse right now."

At that, she gave a small, wobbly giggle. Carefully, she set her forehead on the broad expanse of his left shoulder. He could feel the slight pressure of her cheek, the faint tingle of nervous breath fanning onto his neck. She was much quieter than usual.

"... It's alright," he soothed quietly, voice hushed. It didn't feel right to talk loudly in this atmosphere. The house felt so silent, as though holding its breath with her. Sliding the needle in, he began stitching, sewing the skin together. Tohru made a noise, crying out, until she muffled herself into his suit. Hatori continued working with sure, practised fingers, finishing one deep gash, before tying the sutra and having to start on the second. Her trembling didn't make matters easy, so Hatori took a moment to rest a hand on the crown of her head- not expecting her to flinch and make a whimpering noise.

"Tohru..." he slipped up, using her first name. "Your head. Were you hurt there as well?"

"Y-yes. I landed in some water quite hard, I think. It was shallow, so..."

A long exhale escaped the Doctor, hissing through blunt teeth. Hatori's head bowed. "... I'm sorry this happened to you. I never wanted-" he tripped over words, soon focusing. "Don't you understand now why I told you to leave the Sohmas? We only hurt others," he murmured lowly, like a confession. But she knew. And of course, she'd stayed, worrying all the time what she could do for them. Not what they could do for her. Now he was fixing her up, like their own personal patchwork doll to play with and ruin anew.

Gentle fingers smoothed over his cheek, and Hatori's eyes fluttered shut as she rested her palm over his bad one. "That's not true. I... was frightened. I won't lie. Kyo didn't look, speak or act like himself when he transformed. But... I knew it was him, and I had to bring him back here. If I didn't, he'd disappear... that's why..." she lifted her head slightly, and Hatori turned his cheek to look at her with his good eye. "I'd rather go through this now than lose him. I don't want to lose anyone else," she murmured, stroking dark hair away from his face. "So please don't blame yourself, Hatori. It's just...the curse, isn't it? I accepted it then. I accept it now."

When her touch drew back, Hatori trembled slightly. She was strong, miss Honda. Even with her body shaken and bleeding, she didn't waver. He couldn't understand it, only look at her as though trying to solve the riddle- the paradox she presented.

He carried on stitching, doing his damn best to make them clean, willing away any scars. He sighed once it was finished, treating it with antibacterial ointment and covering it with a bandage, leaning back.

"Thank you so much," Tohru smiled tiredly, tilting her head slightly and sending a tumble of brunette locks spilling forward.

She swallowed some painkillers soon after, and he rested an ice pack on the lump forming on her head. "Honestly, you might have to go the hospital anyway," he said quietly. "Do you have a headache? Eyesight problems?"

"Ah! No, no. Nothing like that. It just hurts a bit."

"Mn. Call me, if you feel any change."

Tohru paused. "Oh... are you... leaving already?" She asked haltingly. Her attitude abruptly shifted, taking the ice pack from him and pressing it to her head. "Aha! Of course you are, you're probably extremely busy! I'm so sorry. That was selfish of me! I didn't mean to say it like that-"

"Tohru," he lifted a finger to her lips, stopping the flow of worries. "I meant for you to call downstairs. I'll be sleeping on the couch tonight."

Tohru jolted. "Rwure?" The words came out muffled behind his finger.

Hatori blushed slightly, shifting his hand away. At least she sounded more like herself again. "Mn, really. Knowing your disposition though, you wouldn't be honest and call down complaining about any aches, so I'll check on you again in a few hours."

It was Tohru's turn to blush, glancing away. "I-I'm plenty honest, I promise!"

His lips quirked at the edges, smoothing a warm palm over her forehead and resting it there. She stilled, looking at him with curious, earthy brown eyes, not moving an inch. Hatori leaned down, resting his lips against his knuckles. He let out a long, extinguished sigh, dusty lungs constricting. "Not enough. You're never honest enough about what you're feeling, miss Honda. If it's pain, you just cover it up. I swear... you're going to give me grey hair before my time."

Tohru blinked like a lost doe, soon relaxing and stroking his arm fondly. "But you're just the same, aren't you?" She said smally.

He swallowed. "...There's nothing I can do for you, is there? Nothing I could say to make you change your mind now and forget us."

"No, I'm alright as I am now. But..." she smiled. "You really are kind, to worry so much. You could make me forget by force, but you don't."

He didn't need to be reminded. The hypnosis would be so easy. She'd never be hurt again if he just threw away her wants and acted of his own accord-

But he stayed perfectly still. She deserved more than to have the choice ripped from her fingers.

Pulling back to look at her with treacle immediacy, his eyes softened. Tohru's lips bent into a painful, honest smile, a rare glimpse of her real self. Hatori felt humbled having seen it.

He shifted away slowly, helping her ease down beneath the covers. He then hesitated, before removing his jacket and laying it over her bedding.

"I'm warm enough," came her subdued voice.

He ignored this, padding to the door and opening it, letting the stronger light from the hallway flood a corner of her room. "Mn. Remember what I said... If anything hurts-"

"I'll call down and complain," she smiled, looking small beneath the mountains of covers, dwarfed by her large bed.

He nodded, voice turning quiet and reverent: "get some rest. Doctor's orders."

Tohru watched him go, the door sliding shut soundlessly between them. Hatori lingered in the hallway, shifting to lean heavily against the opposite wall. A pale hand racked through dark bangs, breath shuddering. Ugly, painful memories resurfaced.

Him, trying to stop the blood flow. Pressing urgent, shaking hands to his blazing eye. Kana looking so frightened, so lost. He'd wanted to comfort her, to wash his blood from her hands.

Hatori paused, glancing at the bloodied cuff of his shirt. Now some of Tohru's blood was on Sohma hands. It wasn't enough that they suffered inside their own circle, apparently. They needed to do the same to outsiders. And yet... she hadn't looked like Kana. She never did. Tohru's back had been straight, eyes steady. She bore the weight of the curse like the death of her mother, folding it away in her heart.

Hatori leaned his head back, craving a cigarette.

"We're all hopeless children when compared with you, miss Honda."

#Fruits Basket #hatori sohma #Tohru honda #Hatohru #fruits basket 2019 #furuba

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5typesoftrash · 4 years

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My True Love Gabe to Me

My fic for the Sabriel Secret Santa by @sabrielevents. I’m so glad I got to take part in this event, it was really fun. My giftee was @mightywolves23 so I wrote her this... whatever this is.

Pairings: Sabriel/Destiel Rating: Teen Additional Warnings: Mutual Pining, Sam and Gabriel are idiots, so much Christmas fluff, Destiel are fucking gross, vulgarity, swearing, stuff like that. Word Count: 4,599

December 1st

Dean is- Dean is jumping on his bed. Dean is jumping on Sam’s bed, holding his phone, which is connected to a Bluetooth speaker, blasting All I Want for Christmas at maximum volume. And grinning. Like a maniac. And singing along. Like a dork.

How could Sam possibly be related to this idiot?

He grabs one of his pillows and smacks his brother in the chest with it before burrowing underneath the other one and hiding from the world. Dean resurfaces quickly, pauses his song (blessedly), and grabs Sam’s arm. “Sammy!” he’s shouting, and Sam has never wanted anything more than he wants to be dead right now. “Sammy, come on, I have to make you a Happy December breakfast.”

“Dean, there’s literally no reason for you to make a ‘Happy December breakfast’. You just want an excuse to cook.”

Dean nods excitedly. “Hell yeah I do! Now come on, get your overgrown Goliath ass downstairs so that I can make you food.”

Sam groans but does as he’s told, pushing himself out of bed as soon as Dean leaves the room (he sleeps naked, no way is Dean getting the covers off of him while he’s still in Sam’s bedroom) and forcing himself to forgo comfortable clothing – he does stare longingly at his pajama pants for a minute, though – in favor of his usual combination of tank top under t-shirt under flannel under jacket. And he makes his way downstairs.

“Heya there, Samsquatch,” Gabriel calls cheerfully from where he’s sitting with his feet up on the dining table, eating chocolate pie a la mode with whipped cream. (How he can stomach that for breakfast still mystifies Sam) “Sleep well, princess?”

Sam makes a show of pulling his middle finger out of his ‘bra strap’ and applying liberal amounts of ‘lipstick’ to his lips with it. Gabriel cracks up, and Sam hides his smile. He does like making the Trickster laugh.

He makes his way through the kitchen, grabbing a piece of bacon from where they’re cooling on the counter and receiving a punch in the shoulder in return as he goes. He holds it between his teeth as he opens the fridge with one hand and grabs a glass from the cupboard next to it with the other. He pours himself some orange juice and then tears into the meat with his teeth.

He settles down at his usual place beside the archangel who’s somehow managed to become a permanent fixture in their lives at the bunker and strikes up an idle conversation with him about a book he read about Grace the previous day. Cas, sitting across from Gabriel, has quite a few interesting insights, and it’s only a few minutes before Dean’s carrying plates of waffles and bacon into the kitchen, and Sam smiles gratefully up at his brother before he digs in.

Once the table’s been cleared, Dean announces, “I thought we’d get a tree today.”

“Doin’ it early this year?” Sam teases, grinning at his brother. Every year that they’d been on their own, when they actually had a place to decorate, Dean was so lazy they’d always ended up getting their tree a week or so before Christmas. December first was new, to say the least.

“Shut up, bitch,” Dean shoots back without heat. Cas looks ready to step in if they really go at it, but Sam just laughs.

“Jerk,” he mutters, then adds, “Christmas tree shopping sounds awesome. If we have time, we can even go get gifts for each other, too.”

“We won’t have time,” Dean tells him wisely.

(He’s right, of course. They do not have time.)

#~+~#

They don’t leave for the farm until just after 1, because someone (coughGabrielcough) took about two hours to be composed enough to go. Which is ridiculous, because Gabriel can just snap himself up some clothes whenever he wants, he doesn’t have to take ten years to get ready and make everyone else wait for him.

Ah, well. Dean made a remark about Gabriel acting like a girl and Sam got to go on one of his feminist rants until Dean scoffed and walked away from him, so it was okay.

When they finally arrive, they hook themselves up with the complimentary hot chocolate that they always serve at those places, jump into one of those cart things, and drive off to the far reaches of the many acres of land reserved just for Christmas trees.

“So how tall we wanna go?” Dean asks as they climb out, Sam with the axe slung over his shoulder.

“I’m thinkin’ tall,” Sam suggests with a smirk in Gabriel’s direction. “I’m thinkin’ taller’n me tall.” And Gabriel- Gabriel honest-to-Chuck flushes, ever so slightly, under the heat of Sam’s gaze. Sam stares at him in amazement, because that can be summed up with one phrase. “Holy shit,” he whispers to himself before turning to his brother.

“I mean, we have the space for it, don’t we? Only problem would be getting it back to the bunker, although we do have angels who can do that for us.”

Gabriel, having regained his composure, smiles sweetly at them.

#~+~#

It takes Sam and Dean another half an hour to pick a tree, chop it down, get the angels to fly it back to the bunker, pay, grab another round of hot chocolate, and get in the car, and then the drive back home is forty-five minutes. Because of all of that, they don’t make it back to the bunker until 3:15 or so, by which time Castiel and Gabriel have already erected the tree in the spot they’d previously picked out and are now color-coding the month of December in their Biblical calendar (a joke gift from Dean that went right over Cas’ head, although he and Gabe got quite the shared-laughter bonding moment out of the way Cas so clearly didn’t understand it) with the various activities they’re planning to do on various days. They’re all spread out so as to be flexible in case they get hunts that go a little longer than expected.

Sam and Dean’s angels are nice like that.

(Oh, fuck. Cas has always been Dean’s, that much was clear from day 1, but the scary part is that Sam has started thinking of Gabriel as being his. That’s not good for him or his mental health, and it spells DANGER in big block letters across his life. He tries to heed the warnings, he really does, but… Gabriel’s perpetual sugar high and his… mostly… positive energy and his infectious sugary-sweet smile just get to him, warm up parts of him he’d forgotten existed, and eventually he is forced to realize that he was gone long before he ever had a chance to identify it. There’s no going back now.)

It’s mid-afternoon and none of them feels like doing anything, so they leave the eight-foot-tall tree alone, undecorated as it is, and collapse onto the two couches in the den. Unsurprisingly, Dean gets a faceful of black hair as an extremely cuddly Castiel presses himself against Dean’s side. Slightly more surprisingly, Sam gets a golden archangel’s head in his lap, and even more surprising is the way that Sam starts to card his fingers through Gabriel’s hair. However, what takes the cake is how natural that feels.

Sam hates this feeling.

Dean selects a Christmas movie at random – they end up watching The Holiday – and they all relax and allow themselves to enjoy the peace and serenity and Jack Black singing badly on screen.

Sam hates that feeling, but he loves this one. This is family and warmth and home, this is love and peace and happiness, and this is security like he’s never known. They’re a bit of a fucked-up family, but they’re a family nonetheless, and Sam wouldn’t trade it for the world.

He falls asleep on the couch.

December 5th

Sam pays his brother back in kind, and he justifies it by saying that Dean asked for this.

Dean wakes up to a pie in the face, and Sam knows he won’t stop bitching about a waste of perfectly good pie for several days. He could care less.

He lets Dean eat cherry pie for breakfast, and Gabe eats his chocolate pie for breakfast, and Sam has a donut because he kind of doesn’t care at this point, and Castiel doesn’t eat anything. Which disappoints his boyfriend greatly, but he keeps pointing out that I do not need to eat, Dean.

And then at 10, Sam finds Dean’s Bluetooth speaker, connects it to his phone, and queues up a three-hour playlist of Christmas music on Spotify. “Hey, get your lazy asses in here, we got work to do!” he announces joyfully, grinning into the dining room. Dean snorts and pushes his chair back from the table.

“Fine, Sammy, if you’re gonna be like that. I’ll be right back with the lights and ornaments,” he shouts up before disappearing into the storage room.

Gabriel and Castiel join Sam soon after, helping him plug in the power strips and figure out where they want their miscellaneous decorations to go. When Dean returns, Sam smacks the ‘play’ button on his phone, and they start to dance around the common space to ‘Jingle Bell Rock’ as they wind the lights around the tree.

Sam ends up standing on a stepstool at the base of the tree while Gabriel goes up the stairs and stands right next to the top and Cas stands halfway up the stairwell. They pass the end of the string around, singing and grinning, and Dean ‘supervises’. Which, of course, is just a fancy way of saying he stands there, watches them, and drinks a Chuckdamn blueberry smoothie.

Then, when he wants to put the angel on top of the tree, Sam gleefully informs him that since he didn’t help, he doesn’t get to do that part. He bestows that honor upon Gabriel, who practically vaults over the railing to put the little bauble on top, clings to the branches of the tree (while Castiel holds it in place with a very unamused expression) as he plugs it into the strand of lights, and then drops right into Sam’s arms.

Sam grins and winks at him before depositing him on the floor.

Rockin’ around The Christmas tree At the Christmas party hop

Dean grabs Cas’ hand and drags him down the stairs to the place in the doorway where he’d fastened the mistletoe earlier.

Mistletoe hung where you can see Every couple tries to stop

He dips his boyfriend and kisses him loudly, and Sam scoffs and turns away, rolling his eyes. “Those two are gross,” Gabe murmurs to him, and he makes a noise of assent.

“They really are,” he agrees.

December 8th

Sam sneaks out for his morning run at four and when he’s done with his three miles he walks over to the Fred Meyer-slash-Starbucks that’s barely a block away. He spends several hours there, trying to figure out what the fuck to get his brother (who never wants anything) and two angels (who basically have everything) and feeling a little guilty that he’s paying for it all with stolen money.

He figures it out eventually, but by the time he gets back it’s almost nine o’ clock and – predictably – nobody’s awake yet. (Actually, he’s not quite sure that’s true. Cas is a bit of an early riser and even if he wasn’t, Dean’s probably gotten into his pants by now. Predictably, he supposes he should say, Gabriel isn’t awake.)

He shoves the double-plastic-bagged gifts into a duffel bag that he then buries in the bottom of his closet to wrap later and decides to get started on making breakfast for everybody because, however much he loves his big brother, he really can’t cook for shit.

He spends a while staring at the pantry and then a while longer staring at the inside of the refrigerator before silently wishing he’d bought some ingredients when he went out. He’s just decided to make breakfast burritos (scrambled eggs, bacon, tons of cheese, secret sauce. They have all of those things. At least) when suddenly an archangel appears behind him.

“Whatcha doin’, Sammich?” Gabriel asks, far too loudly and cheerfully in comparison to his normal early-morning disposition. Sam jumps about ten feet.

When he calms his racing heartbeat, Sam replies, “I was about to make you some food. But now that you’ve scared the shit out of me, I think you can do it yourself.”

Gabriel looks at him evenly for a moment, then shrugs, snaps himself up the biggest, most phallic lollipop Sam has ever seen, and walks past him to sit at the table. “So you didn’t want my help with anything?” he asks.

Sam glances back at the pantry and something clicks.

When did Dean buy frosting? And… woah, there’s a lot of stuff in there.

“Want to make Christmas cookies while our brothers try to buy gifts for each other and end up just screwing in the middle of a grocery store?” he suggests. Gabriel almost chokes on his lollipop, and Sam’s not going near that with a goddamn barge pole.

“I’m on board for Christmas cookies,” Gabe replies, deliberately and obviously avoiding the second half of Sam’s sentence. He jumps out of his chair and the lollipop disappears.

Sam starts to knead out the premade dough they had in the fridge while Gabriel goes to color the icing. They work in comfortable silence, weaving around each other in a well-coordinated dance like they’ve been doing this forever.

Sam is so fucked.

Once the dough is a flat sheet on the counter, he lets Gabriel take over so he can cut them out into festive Santa Claus and Christmas Tree shapes and Sam grabs the bag of flour to put it away and drops it. It kind of explodes, sending up a veritable mushroom cloud and lightly dusting Gabriel’s arm while somehow miraculously missing Sam. Gabriel doesn’t seem to find this acceptable and he reaches into the bag without looking away from his carefully oriented cookie cutter and flicks a little flour onto Sam’s hand. Sam laughs, coats his hand in the stuff, and wipes it down Gabriel’s shirt.

That gets his attention. He grabs a handful and drops it on Sam’s head, coating his hair in white. Sam gives him a flour-ball to the face, which prompts Gabriel to leave white handprints all over Sam’s new shirt and then Sam picks up the bag and dumps it on Gabriel’s head.

Gabriel’s staring at him with this betrayed look that is, frankly, just absolutely adorable, and Sam wants to kiss it off his face, which. Fuck. FUCK.

He wasn’t supposed to do this, he tried so hard not to do this. He’s so completely ass-fucked it wasn’t even funny.

He’s glad Dean cleared his throat when he did because if they’d been left alone for one more second Sam’s 100% sure he was going to kiss him. Archangel mojo be damned, Sam had been about to kiss that self-satisfied smirk right off of his face and accept his death with gladness.

“Havin’ fun, you two?” Dean asks, not concealing his laughter at all. Sam shrugs.

“I mean, yeah, it was pretty fun. Hey Gabe, stick those cookies in the oven and then we can watch another Christmas movie.”

Gabriel grins and taps him on the shoulder. He turns. “Yeah?”

“We should probably shower and change first,” he mutters, and Sam tries so hard not to flush because that sounds like he means together and oh, shit, is he in deep.

“Yeah, put the cookies in the oven, I call dibs on the first shower.”

Gabriel smiles at him as he slides the baking sheet onto the top rack of the oven, and Dean rolls his eyes before disappearing back into the hallway. Sam nods awkwardly several times and then sprints toward the bathroom before he can embarrass himself further.

December 17th

Sam needs a hunt. Sam needs to get the hell away from Gabriel before he makes a mistake, like shoving him against a wall, pinning him there, and kissing the living shit out of him.

So he finds a hunt for himself. And for Dean. Cas if he wants to. And not Gabe, because if he gets stuck in a room (or a car, or a motel, or a diner, or a…) with Gabe again he isn’t going to be able to restrain himself.

He ends up running through a big emptyish building at 11pm trying to figure out where the fuck these vamps have tied up his brother. Eventually he kicks down a door and finds Dean leaning against a wall swinging his blade in lazy circles and grinning. Gabriel’s standing in the middle of the room looking slightly spent but otherwise completely fine surrounded by a huge circle of corpses, and Cas is watching Dean worriedly.

“Heya Sammy,” Dean says. “Nice’a ya to drop in. Missed the party.”

Sam fights the urge to stick out his tongue. “You suck,” he tells his brother.

So. Hunting is out.

December 20th

They set up an assembly line. All the presents for each person are put into that person’s bedroom, and then each person goes around to everyone else’s bedrooms to wrap their presents for each other.

It’s all very complicated and it takes the whole day, but Sam and Gabriel end up talking and laughing as they wrap their gifts for Dean and Cas and Cas, Dean, and Sam have a wrapping-paper fight while they all wrap their gifts for Gabriel. All in all, it ends pretty well.

That night, they all get drunk on heavily spiked eggnog and sing carols together and pass out in various states of undress in the living room together as While You Were Sleeping plays quietly on the TV behind them.

December 24th

It’s Gabriel jumping on his bed this time.

Sam buries his face deeper into the pillow and grabs the archangel by the ribcage, dragging him to one side and pinning him under Sam’s own long limbs.

“You, my good sir,” he announces without moving his face (which means his words are slightly muffled by his pillow), “are an asshole. For waking me up at seven in the am on Christmas Eve when you know I like to sleep in. For your transgression, you are now trapped.”

Gabriel laughs heartily and squirms, but doesn’t fight too hard, just kinda wriggles in the sheets until they’re suddenly lying practically chest-to-chest, basically cuddling, and oh. Shit. Right.

Sam had almost forgotten that that was the reason he was avoiding Gabe in the first place.

He smiles a little awkwardly and pulls away from him, trying not to look like he’s disappointed. He almost misses the way that Gabriel’s expression slams shut and most certainly does not miss the way his eyes follow him sadly as he stands up and walks over to his closet. “Well, congrats,” he says as cheerfully as he can. “You got me. I’m up. What did you want?”

He grabs a tank and a flannel and pulls them on over his bare chest, turning to look at Gabriel expectantly. The archangel just shrugs at him, and Sam scoffs and rolls his eyes.

“You’re tellin’ me that you woke me up for no reason?”

Gabriel nods, smirking widely now.

“I’m gonna get you, you son of a bitch,” Sam mutters, slipping his left arm through the flannel and then jumping onto the bed, on top of Gabriel, trapping him there with his whole body.

Gabriel is basically shrieking with laughter and Sam’s smiling genuinely because he always forgets how much fun they have together, and he swears to himself he’ll never avoid Gabriel again because it never gets him anywhere. All it does is make him miserable.

They roll around on Sam’s bed, wrestling and play fighting, and Sam’s still in his pajama pants and neither of them cares. Somehow it devolves into a tickle fight, because Gabriel’s always brought out the most childlike parts of Sam, and they’re both screaming by the time the person in the doorway clears his throat.

They freeze.

“Hey, Dean,” Sam mutters, trying to hide his face. Gabriel shoves his shoulder, forcing him to look up at his brother, who’s watching him with amusement concealed not at all.

“Havin’ fun, Sammy?” he asks. Sam doesn’t answer. He just stands up, off the bed, and brushes off his clothes.

“What’s up?”

“Cas bought burgers. For breakfast.” Dean seems extremely excited about this prospect. Sam laughs.

“Let me guess. He also bought you pie, your favorite pie, because he knows your simplistic, animal brain like the back of his hand and loves you more than anything in the universe. Right?”

Dean nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! Now c’mon, there’s somethin’ for everyone.”

Sam rolls his eyes fondly before following his brother out of his room, but he does feel guilty for leaving Gabriel there. However, Gabe jumps up and follows him instantly, so he doesn’t feel too bad.

His is a veggie burger with lettuce and tomato slices and cheese etc. etc. It’s exactly his kind of thing, and he smiles at and hugs Cas before he digs into it. Considering their family and the lives they’ve led, he doesn’t even think it’s weird to be eating burgers for breakfast anymore.

After breakfast, they all chill in the living room for a while. People say ‘evil never rests’, but apparently it does, at least for Christmas. Phineas and Ferb lied to Sam!

It starts snowing around 3pm, and Sam suppresses his groan when he sees it, because he knows Gabriel will go into full-on child mode and want to play in it, and he also knows that the stupid archangel will be so adorable that he’ll submit without complaint because he can never deny him anything.

And surely enough, Gabriel glances out the window, sees the white powder beginning to dust the streets, and grins wide enough to light up an entire city block. He turns to Dean, who’s also smiling huge, and Cas, who looks indifferent, and finally Sam, who forces enthusiasm he wouldn’t fake for anyone else because it’s Gabriel, and he just can’t.

Gabriel snaps them all up winter coats and gloves and hats and scarves until they’re wrapped so tightly that they’re barely mobile and they make their way out into the snow, and it’s immediately an Angels VS. Winchesters all-out no-hold-barred snowball fight. And somehow the fake enthusiasm becomes genuine, and Sam laughs with the rest of them and builds Dean a big mound of ice to hide behind and dumps snow down the back of Cas’ coat and hits Gabe in the crotch with a snowball. (He doesn’t feel it, immortal archangelic bastard.)

It takes them two hours to finally wear themselves out, and they go back inside for hot chocolate with (in Gabriel’s case) far too much whipped cream and definitely too many marshmallows. Dean cooks them up a nice, big-ass Christmas Eve dinner, promises even more on Christmas Day, and they eat together in the dining room like a real family, surrounded by candles and a fire crackling in the hearth.

(Cas insisted on both.)

After dinner they curl up on the couches again, and this time Gabe isn’t even trying to hide how clingy he is. He’s in dog mode now, jumping all over Sam and not even caring what Sam thinks of it. Dean and Cas are cuddling in the other armchair like the sickeningly adorable couple they are, but Gabriel can’t seem to stop moving. One minute he’s in Sam’s lap, the next he’s on his shoulders, then he’s laying across the whole couch with his head on Sam’s thighs.

(Sam doesn’t mind, and he hates that he doesn’t mind.)

Sam leaves the room before the end of act one of Die Hard because he knows if he stays he’s going to do something wrong.

December 25th

It’s Christmas morning, and Sam wakes up to White Christmas from- wait, is Cas singing?

He pulls on a pair of pajama pants and makes it halfway down the stairs before he nearly falls over, because Dean and Cas are singing a duet in the kitchen as they make the coffee cake, dancing together like fucking dorks and smiling softly at each other. Dean laughs at Cas at regular intervals and readjusts to show him how to do something, be it ‘the note is here’ or ‘no, the steps are like this’ or ‘hold the spoon like that’.

They’re so in love, and Sam is… Sam is jealous. He’s man enough to admit it. He wants that for himself, and he’ll probably never get it, because he’s a coward.

But he’s happy for them, too, because they deserve it after everything that’s happened to them.

They finish the coffee cake. Sam gets Gabriel up and makes alcoholic eggnog because that’s what they all need at 10am on Christmas morning. And then they do gifts.

Dean gets a lot of records and cassette tapes and DVDs of various things. Sam gets books upon books upon books, some books he asked for and a lot he didn’t but wanted anyway. Cas gets a ‘How to Be Human’ starter kit from both Sam and Dean, as well as a promise ring from Dean (goddammit, those two are too cute) and a portable DVD player from Sam, plus something special from Gabe he says he’ll give him later. Gabriel gets a photo album from Sam, because he said he wanted one. He claims to love it. He gets chocolate-covered cherries from Cas, and when he runs into the kitchen to put them into the fridge, Dean stops him on his way back.

“What’s up?” he asks, and Dean is quite obviously fighting back his smirk as he replies.

“Sammy, couldja go stand next to him?”

Sam is supposed to be the smart one. Sam is supposed to be the one who figures it all out and is always one step ahead… it’s Christmas, and he’s with his family, and there hasn’t been a case in a while, and everything feels too peaceful. He’s off his game.

So he walks right into the trap – literally, he supposes. He goes over to stand next to Gabriel, and when he turns back around, Cas has already left the room.

“My gift to Gabe is really a gift to you both,” Dean tells them. “Look up,” is all he adds before he disappears.

Sam and Gabriel look at each other dubiously before craning their necks to figure out what he’s talking about and-

Oh.

In the doorway, hanging from the frame above them, are a few green leaves. Sam cringes internally and wants to punch his brother in the face. And then he looks at Gabe.

Gabe looks… different than he has in a while. He looks more confident, more sure of himself, and Sam hadn’t thought that was possible, but apparently he is. “Samsquatch,” he says firmly, “if you’re gonna kiss me, then just kiss me already.”

So Sam does.

And when he has an archangel’s legs wrapped around his waist and an archangel’s hands in his hair and an archangel’s tongue practically shoving its way down his throat, he thinks maybe he won’t punch his brother in the face the next time he sees him, after all.

He’ll probably just punch him in the arm.

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queen-of-the-vampires · 5 years

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the best thing to happen to you

characters: kai parker x reader, damon salvatore, stefan salvatore

word count: 2,176

warnings: fluff

summary: Kai is the most annoying person you’ve ever met, and even more annoying as a child.

squares filled: de-aged // fall asleep on my shoulder

beta: she wants to remain anonymous

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Flipping the pancakes, you enjoyed the silence for once in your life. Being a Salvatore meant there wasn’t going to be a boring moment in your life. Your brothers didn’t make it possible for you to find peace in the way you wanted. Every day was spent trying to fix someone else’s problem or to try and fight for your life. There was never a dull moment except for the mornings. If you woke up early enough, you could find the Salvatore Boarding House in complete silence, save for the patter of your feet as you walked down the stairs.

The only time you had for yourself was spent making breakfast for yourself. You found it easier to manage everyone else’s problems when you had blueberry pancakes in your stomach. Before coming downstairs to cook, you had checked your brother’s room to see if they were still sleeping, which Stefan was. The thing was that Damon wasn’t in his bed. It was made as if he had never slept there last night. Deciding not to worry about it, you went on with your life. It was too early to worry about the grown ass man that was your brother.

When your pancakes were done, you started plating them when the front door opened. The silence in the house was shattered by a little kid screaming your name. That was weird, you didn’t know any kids. But why did this one sound like the man you had a crush on? Abandoning your food, you walked into the main room to see Damon holding a squirming child as he tried to get out of his arms.

“Would you fucking stop?” Damon growled.

“Let me go!” the child yelled. He looked so familiar, but you didn’t know any kids much less had any that knew your name.

“Is that how you speak to kids?” you teased as you crossed your arms.

“This isn't a fucking kid. It’s Kai,” your brother sighed as Kai got out of his grasp and ran to you. The little kid grabbed your leg as tight as he could, terrified to let you go.

“Damon, what did you do?” you growled lowly, scared to even touch the man you loved.

“Nothing! I left him alone for 5 fucking minutes, and when I come back, he’s a fucking kid. He won’t stop screaming your name, and whenever I put him down, he cries. Please, take him so I can figure out what the hell went wrong.”

“Went wrong? What were you two doing?!”

“Why are you guys shouting? It’s 7 am,” Stefan complained as he walked down the stairs.

“Go ahead, Damon. Tell our brother how you turned Kai into a kid who not only wants me, but won’t let me go,” you groaned as you tried shaking him off, but the smile on his face meant he only took that as a sign to play.

“What did you do?” Stefan sighed.

“Just, take him, Y/N. Okay? I’ll be back with a cure once I figure out what went wrong.”

“Damon, don’t you dare leave him with me!” you yelled, but your eldest brother was already out the door. Turning to your second oldest brother, you tried giving him the sweetest eyes possible. “Stefan, please…”

“You’re on your own. Kai is annoying as a grown man, I don’t want kid him.”

“Fuck you,” you spat as he went back upstairs.

“Potty mouth!” Kai yelled.

“Kai, seriously? Get off me,” you groaned as you pushed him off your leg. That only encouraged him to snap back on, and you knew this was going to be a very long day. Thanks to your vampire strength, the weight of him was practically nothing as you walked to the kitchen. There was a reason why you hated kids; they were so fucking needy, and Kai was no exception. Taking a seat at the table, you began eating when the little siphon untangled himself from your leg to climb onto the bench by your side. He reached over and stole some of your food with no regards to how you were feeling.

“Malachai,” you growled. He stopped mid-bite to stare at you like a little kid would if they got in trouble, “this is my food. Go watch some TV or something. Okay? Leave me alone.”

“No!” he yelled before climbing onto your back. “Piggyback ride!”

“Damon is fucking dead,” you muttered to yourself.

Since breakfast was ruined, you decided to get a headstart on your day by doing some of the chores you neglected to do during the week. The first thing you needed to do was clean your room since Elena, Caroline, and Bonnie were over a few nights ago and had ravished the place. Your sleepovers were always hectic, and the condition of your room when your friends left always proved it.

Upon reaching your room, Kai ran inside before jumping onto your bed. The first thing you needed to do was change your sheets, so you kind of pushed the little kid off the bed before stripping it.

“Hey!” he complained before popping his head from the other side.

“Stay out of my way. I am trying to clean my room. I didn’t sign up for babysitting, so don’t do anything that will piss me off,” you sighed as you pulled your bedsheet off. Kai immediately grabbed the bottom corner piece as he pulled, needing to have a little fun. “Kai, seriously!”

“Kai, seriously!” he mocked you.

“Now I know why your parents neglected you,” you snapped which caused all the happiness in his body to dissolve. His face fell at that unnecessary jab, and he let go of your sheets. His big blue eyes filled with tears, and you immediately felt bad for saying something in the first place. Little kid Kai showed a lot more than adult Kai, and it broke your heart to see him cry. Dropping the sheets, you ran to him before picking his small frame up. He started to struggle in your arms, but you held onto him tightly.

“Kai, I didn’t mean it. I’m sorry, okay? I don’t do well with kids,” you sighed.

“I’m sorry,” he said in a small voice.

“No, you don’t get to be sorry. Here,” you placed him on the bean bag in the corner of your room before taking one of your throw pillows and spraying it with the perfume you always wore. Handing it to him, he clutched it as much as his tiny arms could. “Stay right here while I clean my room, okay?”

“Okay,” he sighed. Satisfied with his answer, you quickly cleaned your room. Your laundry basket was filled to the top, a new change of sheets was on your bed, and you had time to dust your room as well. Kai watched patiently on the bean bag chair with his face in your pillow. Because he was so good, you decided to let him have a bit of leash this time.

“Want to help me with laundry?” you asked.

“Yeah!” he screamed as he got off the bean bag and ran out of your room with the pillow still clutched in his tiny hands. Chuckling, you followed after him to the laundry room. It was weird to think that he knew where everything was, but then you remember how much time he spent here in the prison world. If he was like this as a kid, you kind of felt bad for him because all he really wanted was some love.

“Okay, you can hand me the clothes,” you said as you started the washing machine. Kai was much better company this time around, but that didn’t stop him from acting like a little shit from time to time. Looking down at him, you saw he had one of your bras wrapped around his torso, so you snatched it away from his little body with an eye roll. He giggled very loudly, and you caught yourself thinking if he was a giggler as an adult. Seeing him as a child got you thinking about him as an adult. Like, what would he do if you yelled at him for being in your way as an adult? He would just smirk and continue to do it like the asshole he is. But not kid Kai, he was something sweet.

After the laundry was done, you thought it would be best to watch a movie to pass the time. Wherever your brother was, you hoped he was finding a cure because this little guy was taking a lot out of you. While Kai put on the movie, you got the popcorn, and soon you two were watching whatever he picked out. He decided that he didn’t want to be on his own side of the couch, and crawled into your lap.

It was weird to see Kai this way because he would never do this as an adult. He showed so much emotion, it was hard to accept that when he turns back, this will all go away. It was also weird that he wanted you when adult him and you hated each other. Well, “hated” each other. That was code for “secretly in love with but too stupid to say anything, so I’m just going to stew in my feelings and lash out at the worst possible times while denying it until I die”. He was already screwed too much in his mind, so you didn’t want to put the pressure of a relationship onto him.

As the movie progressed, Kai began to get sleepy. Kids had endless amounts of energy that quickly dissolved at the most random times. From screaming to running around to getting on your nerves, it tired him out quickly. Before you knew it, he was putting his head on your shoulder as he slept. Looking down at the boy, you swiped his hair away from his eyes as you kept him comfortable. He looked almost peaceful, and you didn’t want to disturb him.

“I did it!” Damon said as he came barging into the house. This woke Kai up, and he began whining as he nuzzled his face in your neck.

“What the hell? You just woke him up,” you snapped at Damon.

“Oh, I’m sorry, did you want to wait until he’s had a good night’s sleep, or did you want him to take the cure?” he sassed back.

“Come on, Kai. You need to drink this,” you said when Damon handed over the drink. He didn’t want to, but since you asked, he complied with your request. “When is he going to change back?”

“Should be by the morning.”

“Should be? You don’t know?”

“Hey, they didn’t really have a manual on what to do when an evil psychopath gets turned into a kid. So, yes, I don’t know.”

“Come on, Kai. You can sleep in the guest bedroom,” you said as you picked him up.

“No, I wanna sleep with you,” he mumbled sleepily.

“Someone has a crush on the babysitter,” Damon smirked. Flipping him off, you trekked up the stairs to your clean bedroom. Placing Kai on the bed, he nuzzled under the blanket while you changed into pajamas.

“Just stay on your side,” you said before getting comfortable. You don’t really remember much except that he scooted closer to you and placed his head on your chest.

Something felt different. There was another person in your bed, but he was a kid. Wait, did that cure even work? Opening your eyes, you saw a very naked and adult Kai laying on your body. Blushing immensely, you tried to scootch out from underneath his embrace without waking him.

“Where are you going? You’re warm,” he chuckled as he pulled you back into him. His face nuzzled deeper into your neck, and he placed a few kisses on the patches of skin he could reach.

“Malachai Parker! Get off me!” you exclaimed as you pushed him off. All he did was laugh as he saw the discomfort on your face as well as your reddened cheeks.

“I thought you always wanted to share a bed with me.”

“Get the fuck out of here. And put on some clothes!”

“I think you enjoyed last night. Cared for me in the way you wanted to. Me turning into a kid was the best thing that could have happened to you,” he said as he stood up without shame. Covering your eyes, you threw the first thing you could grab so he could cover himself up. He caught the throw pillow you gave him when he was a kid with a smirk.

“I’m keeping this. I’ll come back every so often to get you to spray that perfume that drives me crazy,” he laughed as he grabbed a throw blanket to wrap around his waist. He left the room but not without leaving an imprint on your mind. If the stress of your everyday life wasn’t going to kill you, he certainly was.

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ladywinchester1967 · 5 years

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Double the Fun: Part 4

Title: Double the Fun Part 4

Links: AO3 & WattPad

Square Filled: Free Space

Rating: E for Explicit

Tags: Time jump, birthday smut, threesome (no J2 action), angst, fluff. Unbeta’d, all mistakes are mine.

Created for: @spnkinkbingo

1 year later.....

When my eyes fluttered open, I found that my gigantic bed was empty, which was unusual. Normally, I had two living, breathing furnaces on either side of me, but they were absent. I was just stretching when I heard the door open. I saw Jensen’s head poke through and he looked back over his shoulder.

“She’s awake.” He said and the door swung open wide. Both Jared and Jensen were there; Jensen holding a tray full of food and Jared holding a small pile of presents with balloons taped to them.

“Happy Birthday!” They said in unison and came through the door.

“Oh my god.” I said sleepily as I sat up and the boys walked into the room. Jensen sat the tray down in front of me which had an omelet, a bowl full of berries and coffee on it, prepared just the way I liked. “You didn’t have to bring me breakfast in bed!” I exclaimed when I saw everything. Jared put the presents to the side as they both sat on the bed with me.

“It’s your birthday,” Jared told me “and the best girl in the world deserves the best birthday.”

I was nearly in tears at his sweet words. I wiped my eyes and took a sip of my coffee; it tasted perfect, in fact the whole meal was perfect. They’d both pitched in and made my omelet with tomatoes, spinach and cheese. Once I was done eating and Jensen had refreshed my coffee, they insisted that I open my presents. They’d each gotten me some books and a couple of makeup pallets I’d had my eye on. The last one was a bag that said “from J2” on it. I laughed and pushed the scarlet red paper aside and pulled out a matching red box with the word “Cartier” stamped across it.

“Jesus fucking Christ!” I exclaimed as I looked at it. I opened the box and inside was another scarlet red box with gold motifs on the lid. “What the ever loving fuck is this?” I asked, nearly in tears.

“Open it.” Jared said with a smile on his face.

I nervously opened the gold latch and inside, nestled in plush black velvet was a 3 banded ring. Two of the bands were white gold, one inlaid with diamonds while the other was plain and the final band was black. I gasped and clapped my hand over my mouth, totally incapable of believing what I was seeing in front of me.

“This, this is,” I struggled to say as I moved my hand, my eyes welling with tears “I can’t like-wait a second.” I stopped suddenly “What kind of ring is this?”

“It’s a ring with diamonds on it,” Jared said “not a diamond ring.”

“Oh.” I said, relieved. I wasn’t sure how marriage would work in our situation and the subject had only been broached a couple of times. “Okay. I’m still just still,” I took a deep breath “wow. This is just WAY too nice for me.”

They looked confused as I held the box with shaking hands.

“Why would this be too nice for you?” Jensen asked.

“Because it’s Cartier number one,” I told him as I stared at the ring “and number two,” I looked up at them “I’ve never owned anything this nice aside from my car.”

“We know,” Jared said “but we haven’t gotten to the next part yet.”

“What’s better than this?” I asked “The moon?”

“Why? Did you want that?” Jared teased, making both Jensen and I chuckle. They both held out their right hands and around Jared’s middle finger and Jensen’s ring finger were two matching white gold bands.

“Seriously?” I asked with tears in my eyes “You can’t be fucking serious right now!”

“This is just something for the three of us.” Jensen told me.

“So if you ever get lonely,” Jared said “just look down at your ring and it’ll remind you of us.”

The tears spilled out of my eyes as Jared held my hand and Jensen slipped the ring on to the middle finger of my left hand. I admired it on my finger and couldn’t help but grin.

“You two are so sweet.” I said tearfully and hugged them both.

That night, we went to a local steak house that served some of the best sweet potatoes I’d ever had. We celebrated with drinks and tons of pictures, just the three of us. They even suggested hitting a bar after dinner so we could keep the celebration going. I was beyond excited, it was exactly what I wanted to do.

Once we arrived at the bar and were shown upstairs, I was greeted with a loud shout of “SURPRISE!”

Once the shock of getting screamed at wore off, I realized that my friends were there; people from work and a couple friends I had made locally since moving to Austin.

“OH MY GOD!” I practically screamed as I was mobbed with hugs. The rest of the night was filled with booze, dancing, laughter and more fun than I thought I could have in one night.

When the party was done, we went home. In a drunken stupor, I was kissing both of them as we stumbled through the door. With Jensen behind me and Jared in front of me, they sandwiched me between them as the door was kicked shut as my jacket was removed.

We climbed the stairs, unable to keep our hands to ourselves as we slid into my room and Jared flopped on to the bed, bringing me with him.

“Fucking share dude.” Jensen said as he crawled on the bed and kissed my lips

“Boys, no need to fight.” I hiccuped as I kissed Jensen back. He unzipped my dress as Jared made quick work of my shoes and underwear. In seemingly no time, I was left in just my bra as I ripped the shirts off both of them. I ran both my hands over their chests, scraping my nails down their skin. They groaned almost in unison as I did this, both of them digging their fingers into my skin.

Jared lowered my core on to his face as Jensen’s tongue wound its way into my mouth. He quickly unhooked my bra and tossed it aside, cupping my breasts in his hands as my hands grasped the long locks on the top of his head. Jared spread my thighs wide open as he lapped over my soaked core.

I sighed into Jensen’s mouth as my hips moved of their own accord. Jared’s nose bumped against my clit as Jensen sucked my nipple into his mouth. He moaned as I arched my back, moaning loudly. I tangled each of my hands into both of their hair and squirmed under their touch, a writhing, screaming mess.

“Jensen, Jared,” I cried “Oh fuck, fuck!”

Neither man spoke as they ravaged my body, licking and sucking any and every inch they could get to, their fingers bruising my flesh as I screamed, thrust and twisted between the two of them. The sound of our moans and cries of pleasure filled the room as I felt my peak looming in my belly. I cried out a mix of their names and moaned as the orgasm shot through my system. I shook as they lowered me on to the bed and traded places. Jared licked his lips clean and then kissed me.

“What should we do with you next?” He asked, his tone low.

“I think you know what you want to do.” Jensen said mischievously and I laughed.

“You wanna cum in my ass?” I asked him.

“Only if the birthday girl lets me.” He said with a smirk. To this, I nodded and he reached into the bedside table where I kept the lube.

“On your knees or on your side pretty girl?” Jensen asked as he kissed me.

“Knees.” I told him I slipped my tongue in his mouth.

He moaned in appreciation, his hands digging into my back as I heard Jared close the drawer and pop the plastic cap on the bottle of lube.

“Up on your knees Lo.” Jared said as he bit my shoulder.

I moaned and complied with his command. He gripped my hips and teased my clit while Jensen lined up his cock with my entrance.

“You ready for us baby?” Jensen asked as he nudged his way inside me. I moaned and nodded as Jared’s fingers kept up their firm pace, the head of his cock breaching my tight hole.

“Yes,” I moaned as they each pushed a little further inside me “Please, yes.”

I spread my legs a little wider for them, both of them groaning. Jensen held my face in his hands while Jared held my hip and kept his fingers playing with my clit. Once they were both fully inside me, I let out a long sigh, feeling so full.

“Move,” I finally told them “fuck, please move.”

They did, seemingly in tandem, each of them letting out grunts and moans of pleasure. Jensen moved his hands down my neck and to my breasts, cupping them in his hands and toying with my nipples as Jared’s fingers picked up the pace on my clit, his hips snapping into my back side. I moaned and cried out both their names as my knees turned into jelly from the sheer amount of pleasure, it felt like my body couldn’t take all of it. They took turns murmuring filth into my ears, biting and kissing my neck until I was screaming and raking my nails down their chests.

“I’m gonna fucking-AH!” I cried, I couldn’t handle it any more, the knot in my stomach was too tight, my body too full. They both slammed into me, chasing their release.

“That’s it, come on.” Jensen growled, his thumbs flicking over my nipples.

“Come for us.” Jared said as he rubbed my clit hard.

I let go, my body shattering between them as I screamed and my knees gave way and I slumped between them as they both finished deep in me, filling me with their seed.

After being given a few minutes to get myself back together, I took a quick shower to clean up while the boys tidied up my room and themselves. Once I was done, I jumped into the bed, sliding between them. I laid my back against Jared’s chest with Jensen’s head in my lap.

“Did you have a good birthday baby?” Jensen asked as he traced nonsensical patterns on my thigh.

“It was perfect thanks to you two.” I said with a sigh as Jared kissed my temple.

“What did I say this morning?” He asked “The best girl in the world deserves the best birthday in the world.”

“It was beyond the best.” I told them and looked down at the ring they’d given me. I smiled as the diamonds glittered in the low light.

“Someone’s admiring her present.” Jared teased as Jensen looked up, a smile on his face.

“This is coming from the girl who said it was too nice for her remember?” Jensen asked and I laughed.

“I still think it’s too nice,” I said “but I do love looking at a nice piece of jewelry.”

They both chuckled as I laid down, Jared spooned me while Jensen cut the light off. Once he was settled, he threaded his fingers through mine and kissed me good night.

The next day, I found an email from my Mom asking when would be a good time to have a celebration for my birthday. I checked mine and the boys calendars and saw that two weeks from the present day would be plenty of time for us to take a trip to Florida. I immediately called home and started chatting with my Mom. After we caught up, the discussion turned to my birthday and I told her when my schedule was free.

“Mom?” I asked into the phone.

“Yes?” My Mom answered

“Is it okay if I bring Jared and Jensen to my birthday party?” I asked.

After over a year of being with both boys and having met their families, it was past due for them to meet mine. I’d largely kept them away because only my Mom knew about the circumstances of my relationship with both guys and I’d preferred to keep it that way. However, I couldn’t imagine having my birthday party and them NOT being there.

“Of course! Bring them along!” My Mom exclaimed “I can’t wait to finally meet them.”

“But just so we’re clear,” I cautioned my mom “they are my FRIENDS okay? And I’m inviting my FRIENDS to my birthday party.”

“I’ve kept my mouth shut this long,” Mom reminded me “I can keep on shutting it.”

The day of the party finally arrived and I was practically dancing in my seat with nerves.

“It’s gonna be fine,” Jensen assured me as he pulled up in front of my parent’s house “we’re gonna be fine.”

“And as far as anyone knows, we’re all best friends.” Jared reminded me as he squeezed my shoulder.

“I know,” I said as I let out a shaky breath “let’s just go.”

My parents had quite the spread going when we walked in, there was barbecue with all the sides and plenty of drinks to go around. I introduced Jared and Jensen as my best friends to my family who seemed disappointed to hear that I wasn’t dating either of them.

“Oh if they only knew.” I thought as Jensen and my Dad swapped terrible Dad jokes.

I was holding my older sister’s new baby when Jared found me a little later.

“Aw, who is this?” He asked when he saw the baby in my arms.

“This is baby Colette.” I told him as I showed him the baby.

“Hello there Colette.” he said sweetly and the baby smiled at him.

“She LOVES men with beards.” My sister, Isabella, or Izzy as we called her, told Jared.

True to form, baby Colette was grinning, kicking and cooing as she stared at Jared. He smiled back at the baby and cooed back at her, making her laugh.

“You look good with a baby in your arms.” He murmured to me. I looked up at him, my cheeks flushed.

“You think so?” I asked and he nodded.

“I know so.” He said with a smile, his fingertips just skimming the small of my back. I grinned up at him and then looked back at the baby as my sister caught my eye. I looked in her direction and she was giving me a look. Her eyebrows were raised and she was smiling. I suddenly became very aware of Jared’s arm around my back and the blush on my cheeks deepened as my eyes widened. Izzy gave me a knowing look and then stood up

“Lo, can you watch her for a second while I go to the bathroom?” She asked.

“I hate you.” I mouthed to her. She shook her head as she walked away and I let out a sigh.

“What’s wrong?” Jared asked

“I think we’re busted.” I quietly told him as I nodded at my sister.

A little later, Jensen pulled me into one of the bedrooms and hugged me tightly.

“I had to get that in,” he said “I hate not being able to touch you.”

“I know, it sucks.” I told him “Jared doesn’t like it either if that makes you feel better.”

“I don’t know, you two looked pretty cozy on the couch.” He said and kissed my forehead “How much longer?”

“Not much,” I assured him, my hands on his hips. “I just have to survive the family pictures and then we’re home free.”

He grinned and hugged me again.

“So, you and a baby huh?” He said and pulled back. Now I was the one smiling.

“Apparently I look good with a baby in my arms.” I told him.

He laughed and nodded

“Yeah you do.” He said and tenderly kissed me. I was so caught up in Jensen’s kiss and touch that I barely heard someone clear their throat. With the spell broken, we looked in shock and saw my Dad looking at us.

“Um,” I said as I untangled myself from Jensen, who looked just as surprised as I was.

A smirk settled over my Dad’s face and he said

“It’s about time.”

With our faces ashen, we left the bedroom. Once Jared caught sight of both of us, he was immediately still. He seemed to regain his sense and met us in the middle.

“What’s wrong?” He asked

“Come outside, we have a fucking issue.” I hissed to Jared.

The three of us walked out to the car and we told Jared what happened. He looked amused and then raked a hand through his hair.

“It was gonna come out sooner or later.” He said with a shrug.

“How’re you so laid back about this?” I asked, outraged.

Jensen looked from me to Jared and back again and then let out a sigh.

“He’s right.” Jensen finally said “Not like we can keep it a secret forever.”

“This is NOT how this was supposed to happen.” I told them “This wasn’t supposed to happen at all!”

Anxiety rose in my chest and found it hard to breathe as I faced the car.

“Lo,” Jared said gently “we can leave, it’s okay.”

I couldn’t get myself together long enough to answer him.

“Lorelei!” Izzy yelled from the front door “They need you for presents and the picture!”

“Be there in a second Iz!” I yelled back and she shut the door. “I’m gonna tell them we have somewhere we need to be. One of you got a call and since we came together, we have to leave together. I’m gonna try and move this along and quick.”

Jared and Jensen looked hesitant, but they nodded.

“What’s wrong?” I asked as I looked at them.

“We’re having a good time, that’s all.” Jared said “Your family is honestly really nice.”

“I know they are,” I told him “but they’ll never understand or accept the three of us and I hate that.”

“So what?” Jensen asked “Your Mom knows and doesn’t care so what does it really matter what anyone else thinks?”

I hadn’t really thought about it that way honestly.

Once we were back inside and all the presents had been unwrapped, we gathered for the family picture when I saw my Dad and Izzy talking. They both looked confused and when they caught sight of me and the boys they both looked angry.

“Oh fuck.” I thought.

When the picture was done, I told my Mom we had to leave and she looked disappointed.

“Sorry Mom,” I said “it’s just we rode together and everything.”

“Yeah, I understand,” Mom said and gave me a hug “be careful please.”

“What’s going on?” I heard Dad ask. I turned around, but couldn’t look him in the eye.

“Um, we’ve gotta get going, I have an early call time and so do the guys and we still gotta-“

“You’re not going anywhere, neither are they.” Dad said, I could feel his eyes burning into me.

Once the family had left, it was just Jared, Jensen and I sitting on the couch like three crows on an electrical line. Mom, Dad and Izzy sat in front of us as Dad placed his elbows on his knees.

“Anything you want to tell us?” He asked, looking at me.

I looked down at my shoes, up at the ceiling, anywhere but his face.

“Not really.” I said in a short tone.

“So you wanna explain to us why your sister saw your flirting with Jared and I caught you kissing Jensen?” Dad asked, he sounded angry.

“No,” I answered “I mean not really.”

“Oh my god,” Mom said and I looked up at her “just come clean, they all ready know.”

“MOM!” I exclaimed “You told them?!”

“Hey!” Mom shot back “I didn’t say anything to anyone, you three just suck at keeping your hands to yourselves.”

“So which one are you fooling around on?” Izzy asked

“It’s not like that okay?” I asked “I’m not fooling around on anyone.”

Dad and Izzy stared at me wide eyed.

“So what IS going on then?” Izzy asked

I took a deep breath “Both of them.” I finally said “I’m with both of them and they know.”

Dad exploded and stood up

“What in the hell are you thinking Lorelei Marie Stephenson?!” I flinched at the sound of my full name; I knew I was in deep shit. “How did you think that was going to work out?”

My heart pounded and I finally spoke up

“I really hadn’t given it much thought until this came up.” I said

“You didn’t think?!” He asked, “of course you didn’t think! That’s why you’re in this situation to start with!”

“I’m not in a SITUATION!” I shouted, finally finding my voice.

“Oh trust me, this IS a fucking situation!” Dad said “So you mean to tell me you have not one, but TWO boyfriends?!”

“Yes!” I exclaimed “And I’m finally fucking happy which, last time I checked, was what you wanted for me!”

“I meant buy a house and settle down, not THIS!” Dad yelled.

He and I stared each other down, if felt like a clash of the titans was coming, neither one of us would back down.

“Hey,” Mom finally spoke up “I think it’s time that we take a step back and a couple of breaths. Let’s have some drinks and talk about this calmly.”

Dad huffed and walked to the fridge while Mom followed behind him into the kitchen.

Everyone was silent as drinks were poured. I got Jared and Jensen beers and poured myself and Izzy large glasses of wine. Mom made herself a margarita while Dad grabbed a beer. Eventually, the TV was turned on and Dad put it on the Dolphins game. The tension in the house was so thick it could’ve been cut with a knife as I sat between Jared and Jensen sipping my wine while my Dad seethed from his seat.

At half time, Mom put the TV on mute, much to my Dad’s annoyance, and asked

“Are we ready to talk like adults here?”

“I just don’t understand,” Dad said “why do you need two boyfriends? One isn’t enough for you or something?”

Jensen cleared his throat

“With all due respect Mr. Stephenson,” He said “none of us ever even thought of this until it came down to the simple fact that neither Jared nor I wanted to be without Lorelei.”

“You two raised an amazing daughter,” Jared chimed in, looking at my parents “now that she’s in our lives, I can’t imagine it without her.”

My heart rose.

“I love them,” I told my Dad “and they love me. That’s what it boils down to.”

Dad rolled his eyes and took a sip of his drink.

“Matt,” Mom said, looking at Dad “I don’t understand it either, but all we’ve ever wanted is for her to be happy and she is. She’s an adult and has to make her own decisions, even if we don’t like or approve of them.”

“It’s stupid,” Izzy said “it’s stupid and it’s going to blow up in your face.”

“Ouch Iz, harsh much?” I asked and she shrugged.

“I’m just saying, when it finally blows up, I don’t want to hear about it because I’ll say I told you so.”

After the confrontation with my family, I gave them all hugs as Jared, Jensen and I left to go back to our hotel room. I was quiet the whole way back as the argument replayed over and over in my head, bringing tears to my eyes.

When we reached the hotel, the three of us went upstairs and once we were safely in our room, Jared and Jensen both held me as I sobbed. Jared has his arms around my neck while Jensen has his around my middle, his face against my shoulders.

“Just get it out,” he said “it’s okay baby.”

I cried for a long time before they were able to get me to calm down. By that point, all I wanted to do was sleep. I got ready for bed, washing off what little of my makeup was left on and changed into my pajamas. Jared and Jensen had changed into their pajamas and well and brushed their teeth when I left the bathroom. When they joined me in bed, I laid my head on Jensen’s shoulder while Jared spooned me.

“I don’t know why I thought this would go differently.” I said sadly.

“Hey,” Jared said gently and rolled me on to my back “not everyone is going to accept us and that’s just a fact that we have to deal with.”

“Not everyone is as understanding as your Mom,” Jensen reminded me “which is why only a few people know. Your sister and your Dad finding out was an accident.”

“A really big fucking accident.” I said, making the boys chuckle.

“It’s gonna be fine.” Jared assured me “we’re gonna be fine.”

I looked from one to the other and realized that they were right. I had them, they loved me and cared for me as much as I loved and cared for them. As long as I had them and the three of us had the love between us, we’d be okay.

We’d always be okay.

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DSYLM | Koo Junhoe

❧ SUMMARY: “So baby don't say you love me, cause i'm just a rolling stone.” | JU-NE x Reader | College!AU, FWB!AU

❧ WORD COUNT: 3.1k

❧ RATING/WARNINGS: m / language, smut (dirty talk, marking, edging, unprotected sex, lotsa filth owo)

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If you were honest with yourself, you’d never really liked frat parties, although you supposed Iota Kappa Nu’s weren’t the worst. Not only did they always have strong, good drinks, they also had good music and the parties were always on the calmer side, more of just a kickback than an actual party. As far as the worst parties at your school though, that title most definitely belonged to Beta Gamma Beta, at least in your opinion. The most popular seniors on campus belonged to that fraternity and their parties were almost always the type of ragers to end with the cops being called, something you’d much rather not deal with when you just wanted to relax after a week of classes.

The music was loud in the IKN house, the bass all but vibrating the couch you’d sprawled out on after grabbing a drink from the kitchen upon your arrival. Familiar faces had passed around you, some occasionally stopping by to greet you. Your friends, Rosé and Lisa from the sorority Beta Pi Kappa, had hung out the longest before wandering off to another part of the house to greet their other acquaintances.

Your two friends never really got why you always just relaxed the way you did when you were at parties, especially since you hadn’t always done that. In fact, there had been a time where you’d danced alongside them at BGB’s parties but in the last three months, your attendance to parties besides IKN’s had dwindled to nothing.

But there was another reason you’d started limiting your party going, and it certainly had nothing to do with grades or anything that your friends thought, even though you were getting to the point that you were just over the party scene. No, in truth it had more to do with him. Koo Junhoe. You’d met him at one of Beta Gamma’s parties at the point when you’d grown disinterested in being practically suffocated amidst the crush of people on the makeshift dance floor and made your way into the kitchen, where you’d lifted yourself onto the counter with a red Solo cup in your hand.

You’d all but zoned out when a male voice spoke close to your ear. “Bored?” he’d asked, shooting you a cheeky grin when you practically leaped out of your skin.

“I wasn’t until you showed up,” you’d retorted, tone sharp. Normally, a sarcastic comment or two would send most guys at these parties on their way, likely off to find someone easier to flirt with. But not him.

Instead, he leaned onto the counter beside you, that brazen smirk never leaving his face. “Cute, that was really cute,” he replied, tilting his head at you. “Bet I can turn that around really quickly, though.”

Normally you would have just ignored the guy, but something about his smile and the way he hadn’t been put off by your attitude intrigued you. “Bet you can’t,” you’d shot back, unable to stop your own lips from turning up in a slight smirk. That had been the first time you’d met Junhoe.

You’d run into him a few times after that; grabbing a coffee from the campus cafe, at another couple Beta Gamma parties. The third party you saw Junhoe at, he’d found you on the dance floor. His large hands had found your waist, pulling your back to his chest as you moved against him to the beat thrumming through the cheap speakers in the frat house. That was the first night you found yourself in Junhoe’s bed.

After that, you’d fallen into something of a friends with benefits arrangement with him. Every time you’d see him at a party, you’d wind up in one of your beds by the end of the night, something that had been going on for months now. And tonight would be no different.

The next time you went to sip from the cup, you frowned when you found it empty. Pushing yourself off the couch, you meandered through the somewhat crowded house towards the makeshift bar.

“Hey, _____!” a familiar voice called out before a heavy arm was finding its way over your shoulder. When you turned to face the owner, you were met with the smiling face of one of your philosophy classmates, Minho.

He fell into step with you as you made your way into the kitchen. “Hey, how’s it going?” you responded, shoving your cup into the trash bag before grabbing a fresh one off the counter and dumping a generous amount of Disaronno into it, cracking open a Dr. Pepper and pouring it over the liquor, then taking a sip.

The whole time, Minho watched you with a raised eyebrow, laughing when you wrinkled your nose slightly at the taste of alcohol. “Make that a little too strong?” he questioned, leaning against the counter next to you.

“Absolutely not,” you shot back, offering him a relaxed smile. “If I’m not drunk at this party, then what’s the point?”

Minho snorted, a smile crossing his lips. “You’re not wrong there,” was all he said.

You continued to talk to Minho in the kitchen for a while, laughing loudly at one of his jokes. The sound must have caught some attention because not thirty seconds later, Junhoe stormed into the kitchen. “Can I talk to you?” he snapped, his fingers circling your wrist as he tugged you out of the kitchen.

You offered Minho a shrug, then a wave as Junhoe all but dragged you up the stairs. After letting him pull you almost halfway down the hall towards his room, you’d had enough and planted your feet, forcing Junhoe to stop. “What, exactly, is your problem?” you hissed, jerking your wrist out of his grip.

“You are,” he growled back, stepping towards you and forcing you backward until your shoulders hit the wall, jealousy evident on his handsome features. “I know we aren’t dating, but do you have to flirt with guys right in front of me?”

The glare that you shot him might have killed a lesser man than Junhoe. “You said it yourself, we aren’t dating,” you hurled back. “Anyways, I wasn’t flirting with my friend but even if I was, it’s none of your business.”

That was all it took for Junhoe to snap. His long fingers found their way into your hair and he tilted your head back before smashing his lips against yours, leaving you gasping for air even as you looped your arms around his neck. By the time his mouth left yours, moving to your throat to litter it with kisses and bites, your lips were already swollen.

Junhoe’s hands found your hips, then he was lifting you and you were wrapping your legs around him as he kept you pressed firmly against the wall. You tangled your fingers into his hair, tugging at the dark strands until he growled against your skin. He left violet marks across your throat in places that would be visible to anyone looking at you. You knew exactly what he was doing, he was practically branding you so that anyone who looked at you knew who’s you were.

When he was satisfied with the marks he’d decorated your neck and chest with, Junhoe leaned back slightly to admire his work, all while keeping you pressed tightly to the wall. “There we go,” he muttered, sounding proud of himself. His eyes met yours for a heartbeat before he was burying his face in your hair, his lips close to your ear. “Now everyone knows that you’re mine.”

“Who said I was?” you retorted, although the breathiness of your voice gave away just how much you wanted him.

Junhoe glowered at you slightly, but there was no malice in it. Then his lips were on yours again and your back was off the wall. He started down the hallway towards his room and you kept your limbs wrapped tightly around his neck and waist until Junhoe was kicking his door open and dropping you onto his mattress. You’d managed to catch the hem of his shirt, dragging it over his head as you pulled him down on top of you, running your hands over his muscular torso and trailing your nails over his skin.

“What’s with you today?” you gasped out but Junhoe ignored you, focusing his attention on stripping you of your clothing, his hands slipping under your shirt to trace along the bottom of your bra.

Practically before you knew it, you were both completely devoid of clothing, his warm skin pressed against yours and your hands in his hair. You couldn’t help but let out a whine when he pushed his hips against yours, grinding his hardened length against your core.

The sound made Junhoe smirk. “You like that?” he asked and you caught sight of the cocky look on his face before his lips were finding your collarbone and he started to work his way down your chest, stopping to caress your chest for a moment before moving further down along your abdomen. When he reached the apex of your thighs, he looked up at you, his warm breath fanning against your heat. “I know something else you like better.”

Then he licked a stripe along your slit that had your hips bucking up for more. In the time that you’d been seeing him, you’d quickly found out that Junhoe enjoyed teasing like no other. When it was up to him, he’d leave you squirming on his mattress for as long as you could stand. Today seemed to be one of those days as he dragged his tongue slowly through your folds, drawing back just before he reached your clit, his dark eyes watching you writhe in an effort to get his mouth where you wanted it most.

After a few more teasing licks, Junhoe finally gave you what you wanted, one of his hands moving to hold your hips down as he lapped at the bundle of nerves with just enough pressure to elicit a moan from you.

When he slipped a finger inside of you, pumping it slowly, you gasped, one hand dropping to his head and tugging at his hair. “Junhoe,” you whined his name when he slowed down right when you could feel your orgasm building, drawing you close to your breaking point. When he knew you’d come down from the edge, he started his ministrations all over again, pushing you almost to your orgasm over and over until you were nearly in tears. As the sensation ebbed yet again,––you’d lost count of how many times he’d pulled back after the fourth, too lost in the overwhelming pleasure––you could feel his smirk against your skin as he pressed a sloppy kiss to the inside of your thighs before he was moving to hover over you again.

“Don’t worry, princess, you’ll get to come tonight,” Junhoe told you, voice low and rough as his lips found yours. You could still taste yourself on his mouth as his tongue slipped past your lips. When he broke the kiss, you chased his lips for a moment before letting your head flop back onto the mattress. He leaned back down, his nose brushing your cheek as he drew in close enough to whisper heady words in your ear. “But when you do, it’ll be around my cock.”

You couldn’t help the whine that left you at his words but he muffled it with his lips when he leaned down to kiss you again, the head of his cock brushing enticingly along your folds. You twisted your hips, desperate for more friction, but Junhoe reached between your bodies, fitting himself to you before sliding into you.

Junhoe hissed through his teeth at the feeling of your walls wrapped around his length. You slid your arms around his neck, pulling him closer until his chest was pressed against yours and connecting your lips.

He moved slowly, unusual for him. In the past, your hookups had always been fast and rough, a quick fuck with only one goal in mind: getting off. But something about tonight was different, you could tell. It was more than just the pace, it was the way he’d gotten jealous and possessive earlier in the kitchen. It was the violet bruises that littered your throat and chest when Junhoe had pressed you up against the wall in the hallway. It was the way he was declaring you as his own.

You let out a sharp gasp when Junhoe thrust into you hard, still maintaining his slow pace but starting to roughen his motions, his hips surging forward into yours. His mouth found yours, his lips claiming yours in a heated kiss as your fingers tangled into his hair, tugging at the strands until Junhoe was groaning against you.

When he broke the kiss and pulled out of you, you let out a whine that put a smirk on Junhoe’s face as he rolled off of you, his back hitting the mattress. “Come here,” he husked, holding his hands out to you and guiding you to swing your legs over his hips, positioning your core over his length. You ground against him for a moment but Junhoe was having none of it and before you knew it, he was sheathed inside of you again.

You circled your hips and he inhaled sharply, his eyes dropping closed as you repeated the motion. Junhoe shot up, his hands finding your hips and stilling your movements, your chests pressed together. “Keep that up and I’ll come sooner than I want to,” he told you, his tone almost scolding. To your surprise, it made you smile slightly.

Despite his forceful hold, you ground against him slowly. “Isn’t that the goal?” you teased softly, your lips close to his ear before ghosting along the side of his throat and along his collarbone.

“No, I don’t think so,” he murmured, twisting until you gave in and kissed him, slow and deep. Junhoe’s grip on you loosened slightly and you lifted your hips before dropping back down, dragging a low moan from Junhoe’s lips.

You just hummed in acknowledgment before continuing your movements, lifting and dropping your hips as you kissed down Junhoe’s neck, leaving plum marks of your own across his golden skin as he groaned low in his throat. One of his hands, which had been caressing your waist before, moved to tangle into your hair as he guided your lips to his.

This time when he broke away from you, his hand moved to grip your chin and he held you in place, keeping you practically nose to nose with his mouth hovering over yours so you felt his warm breath fan across your lips. “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured, his gaze raking over your face in a way that made you feel so much more exposed underneath him than you had moments before despite your nakedness.

“What’s with you tonight?” you muttered, twisting your face away from him as you felt heat spread across your cheeks. It was clear as day that you were throwing emotional brick walls up but it took Junhoe a moment to relent, his sharp eyes not leaving yours for what was possibly the longest heartbeat of your life. In fact, when he did break away from you to bury his face against your shoulder, you let out a breath that you didn’t realize you were holding.

Junhoe mouthed slowly at your skin and you let out a gasp when he nipped at a sensitive spot at the base of your throat, likely leaving yet another bruise to decorate your skin as his hands moved to your hips to guide your movements. When he laid back, propping himself against the pile of pillows, Junhoe pulled you with him, keeping your chest pressed against his.

Before you knew it, he was flipping your bodies over and pinning you to the mattress, his hips snapping forward repeatedly, finally reaching a pace where you could feel your orgasm building from the low simmer it had been stuck on in the pit of your stomach. You couldn’t stop the way that his name fell from your lips like a prayer, mixed in with the occasional swear once he leaned back enough to reach a hand between your bodies and massage your clit.

It didn’t take much for him to push you over the edge, the pad of his finger circling your nub until you were coming with a loud moan of his name. Your walls squeezing around his length was enough to have Junhoe at his own end as he buried his face in your neck. “I love you,” he groaned against your skin, both of you freezing as the words left his lips.

You weren’t even sure you’d heard him right. Had Koo Junhoe, the same man who’d declared he’d never catch feelings the first time you’d slept together, just confessed to you? He was still frozen over you, aside from his body shuddering from the pleasure and the overstimulation of your walls still squeezing around his now softening length.

“Did you just say––” you breathed, still shocked by his confession.

Junhoe said nothing, instead opting to bury his face deeper into your shoulder. “Nothing, I didn’t say anything,” he mumbled, the words muffled by your skin. “Just forget it, please?”

You twisted, shoving his muscular body off of you before maneuvering yourself on top of him and pinning his wrists above his head. You both knew it wouldn’t take much for him to break your hold but for some reason, he made no effort to free himself. “I’m not going to forget it, so just tell me,” you snapped at him, watching as Junhoe turned his head to look anywhere but at you.

“Fine! I love you, okay? I went and fucked up and fell for you,” he finally looked at you, eyes blazing when they met yours. But you couldn’t tell what emotion it was behind his gaze. “So just go ahead and end it, just like you said you would if either of us––”

You cut Junhoe off there. “Oh, do you ever shut up?” you questioned with no malice in your tone before your lips collided with his and you released your hold on his wrists to tangle your fingers tightly into his hair, tugging at the roots until he was groaning against your mouth. When you finally broke the kiss, you rested your forehead against his before you spoke. “I love you, too, you jerk.”

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Infidelity II

A Rose In Harlem Interlude

Erik's x Julissa's story

@chaneajoyyy

Warnings: Smut, violence.

March, 2012.

"C'mon Zig, I'm just tryna thank Miss Julissa for--" "Aht! Aht! There you go, nigga. First of all, she married. There's nothing Miss about Julissa. Second of all, I know how you like to thank women for dealing with your bullshit. I'm not giving you her number. You on your own cuz." The three beeps went off in my ear. Damn. I paced around my hideout apartment in Sacramento. That's usually how I get my gears churning when I'm thinking of a master plan. I snap my fingers, grab my phone and pull up personal white pages for Oakland, CA. I searched Julissa Earnheart-Steward, esquire. Lo and behold, her information popped up. Her personal number and her firm's information. 'I'm not tryna blow up her spot or nothing.' I thought to myself, it may be best to call her office.

I dial up her office phone, it rings two and a half times before a Valley girl's voice answers, "Good afternoon, thank you for calling Berry and Neiman. How may I help you?" I cleared my throat, "Uh, yes. May I be directed to Julissa Steward please?" The woman paused for a bit, "Yes, sir. Hold on one moment." The line clicked as the elevator hold music came on. I plopped down on my mattress, thinking about her skin and her hair color. That honey blonde blending in perfectly with the bleach blonde and a couple strips of auburn. My last thought drifted to her ass in that pencil skirt she wore, swaying left to right..almost calling a nig-- "Julissa Earnheart-Steward, how may I help you?"

"Hey Julissa. It's Erik." I hear the vigorous typing she was doing when she picked up cease. "How did you get this number?" "My cousin." I lied, "Besides, I do need your number. You are my representation and all." She hummed, "So what do you need?" "I need to take you to lunch." She laughed, "You need to find a better pick up line. And find someone available to take you up on it. Goodby--" "Look, I'm just tryna thank you for representing me. You didn't have to do that shit. Especially after finding what they were trying to pin on me." She resumes her typing, "You mean what they couldn't pin on you.." I sighed hard, "I know you did it. You can lie to those pigs, you can lie to anyone else. You're not gonna lie to me."

I spaced out, having a flashback of my mom's voice saying the same thing. "Hello?" "Julissa, I didn't do anything wrong. Just, let me take you to lunch, alright?" Her typing stopped again, "Fine."

July, 2012

I make a left on Virden Avenue and park along side the house I've spent so many nights in for the past two and a half months. Julissa's Benz was outside. The only light that was on was in her bedroom.

Lis: Wya?

I'm outside, luv

Her porch light comes on as I follow the trail up the driveway. She never opens the door, her bratty ass always wants me to knock. She always has a surprise waiting at the other side of that door though. My knuckles grace the door three times, Julissa opens the door fully, she's hiding behind it. The jasmine scent hits my nose as soon as I step in, I peak behind the door, all I see is a emerald green silk robe, and matching red bottom heels. I bury my bottom lip between my teeth, "You look nice." She closes the door then turns toward me, letting me see the lace bra and panties set she had underneath the robe. "Real nice."

She gloats, "Thank you, a special somebody bought this for me. Told me to make sure I wore it next time I saw him." I stalk around her frame as she's explaining, watching her weight shift from one leg, to the other. I tug a couple of her braids, her head falls back to me. "Is that right? I wonder how he would feel if he saw you wearing it for me." I slowly sink my teeth in her neck as she's trying to muster some type of response, "Ugh. You know you bought this, daaah" Her shuttering becomes louder the harder I bite down. I make a loud suckling sound before releasing my hold, "Getcho ass upstairs." my hands slap against her ass, the echo stretches through the first floor of her home she shares with her husband.

She scurries up the stairs. I hear the clicking of her heels disappear as I remove my members only jacket and my cool greys. I started up the stairs then I turn back around and head to her kitchen. I just remembered that thing that she wanted to try. I search through three or four cabinets to find a container of honey. I grab it and sprint up every other stair.

I approach the master bedroom door Jalissa is laying in the center of her Queen size mattress. She's in her own world, cascading her soft hands all over her body. Her eyes are closed, lips are tucked, and her legs are spread. She rests her right hand on her crotch, pulls her underwear aside and starts strumming her clit.

I grab at my sweats but continue to witness Julissa exploring her own body. She continues rubbing small circles on her nerve endings, sending slight jolts of bliss through her. Causing her lips to poke out and a moan to seep out of them. Damn I wish she knew how good she looks right now. I make light steps and stand across from the end of the bed. I gotta have a front row seat to this show. Julissa's sexy ass takes her index and her middle finger and slowly inserts them inside her. I couldn't just stand and watch no more. I pop the cap off of the honey and hover over her by the bench that sits at the end of the bed. Her eyes spring open as she feels the honey drip on her clit.

"How long have you been watching me?" I wink, "Long enough, Ubusi." What starts out as a kiss to her clit becomes me suctioning on for dear life. The honey is so good on her, I can't help myself. As she exhales she wales out my name.

I'm between sucking her clit and lapping up the juices I'm bringing out of her. She grabs a hold of my head as I slurp on her wetness, pouring more honey on her core. She wiggles her hips at the cool sensation. I lick circles from her entrance to her dripping clitoris, sopping up all of it. She screams out, "Oh! Baby! Right there." I keep licking her in the same circular pattern.

Her hips are moving in unison with my tongue until she starts shuttering, I'm keeping the same pace. "Ooh shit, Erik. I'm cumming." I stop. I trail kisses back up her body as she whimpers, disappointed at my abrupt halt. I rip her bra off by the straps as I kiss underneath her rib cage. She unhooks the bra, throwing it somewhere near the door. I grab the honey bottle and place enough honey to cover her right areola.

I tease her, licking the outer portion of that area, she starts getting antsy; tryna grab my head. I shake her hands away, and I delve around the center of her nipple. Licking across the raised sensitive skin, sucking the remaining honey off of her delectable body.

"Please, daddy. Fuck me." I pop her nipple out of my mouth, kiss trails from her breasts to her ear, "Nah. Not yet." I grab her by her arm and lean back against the headboard of the bed, she tries to straddle me but I hand her the bottle of honey, "Suck it off of daddy." She holds her tongue at the roof of her mouth, grabs the bottle and agrees, "Yes, daddy." I reach over to smack that plump ass. She squeals as she loosens my sweats and lowers them past my ankles. She pours a healthy amount of honey over my hard dick. I'm trying my hardest not to shiver, but damn that shit feels cool hitting my skin. She looks up at me with her mouth wide open, then she slaps my dick on her wet tongue a few times before sucking it halfway down. I shake my head, "Nah, Ubusi. You gon suck all of it." She moans ever so softly until I push her head down until she hit her forehead on my pelvis. She licks up just about all of the remaining honey on my shaft before I let her come up for air. She starts repeating the motion as I knew she would, "Deep throatin' that dick make that pussy wet, don't it, Ubusi?"

Julissa hums out and the vibrations instigate jolts down my lower half. I pull her up by her arms and french kiss her, our tastes colliding has us both moaning praises to one another. I grip her hips with precision as she grabs my dick, plummeting me into her ocean. Her head falls back in ecstasy. I instantly feel her ridge brush against the head of my rock hard member. Her hips roll over and over, as she indulges in me I'm suckling her neck, leaving red marks on her favorite spots. I hear the slightest jump, but that may be that pesky ass cat she has. She always tried messing up our fuck sessions. Becca wasn't gonna get that chance tonight.

This pussy feeling too good tonight. Julissa tries to hop off of me, I grip her hips even tighter and slam her down on me, "Uh Uh. The only pussy I'm worried about is the one I'm in. Gimmie my shit, honey." She squeals and leans into me slamming that ass up and down on me. The only sounds I hear is her moans and the combination of honey and our secretions on both of our lower halves as we slam into each other. As my hips circulate up as she moves down, I feel her g spot tense up, I know she's cumming. Her nails dig deep into my shoulders and I'm not letting up my strokes, "Cum. Cum on me Julissa. Stop playin' wit it baby, I know you want to." Her body shakes and collapses on top of mine as her cream floods all over my dick as she chants a chorus of daddies in my ear.

"Well, well, well. This is what I come home to after a long business trip?" She instantly hops up off of me and I see a man leaning against the doorway. "Alonzo! Baby! Oh God!" He's still standing at the doorway, stoic, unconcerned as a matter of fact. "In my bed Lis? Damn, girl. I have enough respect to not even go that far." I reach for my boxers and admit, "This ain't the first time." He blinks at me a few times sarcastically, "You think I don't know that?" Julissa intervenes, "So you knew?" "I found out recently. You didn't take off the alerts on our iPad and uh, I got quite a few of Erik's confessions of your escapades, my love." Her husband slings the iPad in her direction, it lands at the far end of the bed. "So what you wanna do Lis?" I raise my brow in her direction, she's in tears, still trying to cover her body up in embarrassment, "Baby, I'm sorry. I- I just knew you've been cheating for years and I didn't know how to fix it!"

Alonzo crosses his arms, still leaning on the door frame, "So you thought getting even with me was gonna fix it? Why didn't you just ask for a divorce?" She races over to him, "Because I don't want one." I double back to her, "Excuse me? You don't want one?" She turns to me, "No. I don't."

May, 2012

That lunch date turned into lunch Monday - Thursday at 1 PM. We turned it into a Taste of Oakland adventure when we'd eat at a new restaurant every day. Every day we tackled a new subject to speak on about one another. This particular day, we got on the subject of her marriage.

"We've been married for six years now. Our first year was the toughest. He'd been unfaithful, that resulted in a woman becoming pregnant when I was pregnant with our son." She looked down at herself, then straight up, blinking her eyes multiple times trying to stop herself from crying. "I was already high risk, my placenta was covering my cervix and I was on bed rest by the time I was seven months. That's when I found out and the stress was too much for me and AJ. One day, Iris. His mistress, sent me a video of her ultrasound appointment. She was having a boy, they were both healthy and the measurements were up to date. Then, I heard my husband's voice." She sniffles through her recollection, "He told her that he was so happy, that he couldn't wait to meet AJ in two months. That did it for me. I cried so much that day, I didn't remember going back to sleep. I woke up again and there was so much blood, everywhere. I shot up in massive pain and..then I blacked out."

I moved Julissa's chair so we could be face to face, so I could hold her hand and comfort her through her painful memory, "When I came to, I was in the hospital. I remember seeing the hospital bassinet, my husband was there and he was asking me how I was. All I could keep asking was 'where's my baby?' The nurses walked out of the room, that's when I knew.. he was gone. Alonzo explained that my placenta ruptured and the doctor gave him a choice, save the baby or me. His tiny body was in the bassinet for Alonzo and I to say our goodbyes. I couldn't do it. I resented him for choosing me. Especially since he had another baby on the way, I figured he didn't care if we lost ours. I resigned from my DA position and stayed home for five months. He was barely there anyway, between running his own business and tending to Iris and their son, he didn't notice the pain I was in."

"So what made you stay?" She shifted in her seat, "Well, on our two year anniversary, I served him with divorce papers. On the grounds of adultery and abandonment. We signed prenuptial agreements which has an adultery clause. I got his most prized possession, his parents vacation home in Malta, if we divorced on those grounds. He came home and explained to me that he was only trying to do right by his child and he didn't want a divorce. I told him he had thirty days to convince me that he didn't. We went to counselling for twenty-four out of the thirty and broke a lot of ground on his affair. Why he did it, why it was with his childhood sweetheart, and why he abandoned me after we lost our son. I had to empathize with him, remembering that he lost our son, too. We chose to deal with it in two different ways. By the end of the thirty days, we chose to put our marriage first, and make our own rules of what our happiness looked like for us."

"And what does that look like?" She took a sip of her mojito, looking into space before answering, "I don't know anymore. That was four years ago, ya know? Last year, I began seeing the same patterns. He would talk about going on these business trips for weeks on end. When he is home, he'd be at the office until three and four AM. So I hired a PI, and lo and behold.." She pulled out a clasp envelope and tossed it in my lap. I opened it to see photos of a dark skinned black man with ginger hair, dressed in fancy suits, accompanied with many women on different occasions. "Any of these with his baby momma?" She nods and points to the white woman he's with the most out of all of the photos, "That's Iris." The more I looked at the photo, the clearer I could see her protruding midsection.

"She's.." "Yeah, She's pregnant.. again." Julissa downs the rest of her mojito, making an 'ahhh' noise before continuing, "It's a girl this time. They're naming her Antoinette." "Shit. Julissa, I'm sorry." She laughed it off, "You're not the person that should be apologizing." "So are you gonna ask for a divorce again?" She shrugs, "I dunno." She looked me over, without giving it a second thought she fell into my lap kissing me like a high school freshman that just discovered what making out was like.

"No, I don't." "Why the hell not? This douche bag has a whole other family and you just gon stay with him?" "This douche bag has a name, side bitch." I shove Julissa out of my way and get in Alonzo's face, "I ain't nobody's bitch. But I'm sure you heard what she call me a couple minutes ago while she came on my dick though." Alonzo clinches his jaw, then smiles, "To be quite honest, I don't care what she calls you, side bitch. You'll never be able to have her for life like I do." My anger takes over me as my fist connects to the left side of his nose. Julissa pushes me against the bedroom door, "Erik, no! You gotta go." I'm baffled at Julissa. After all of the shit he put her through, she's really choosing him over me. “All I've ever did was love yo ungrateful ass!"

"Erik, I never asked you to fall in love with me. You've been a great confidante, an incredible lover..in bed. And an even better friend. But I never told you I was leaving my husband for you. If I do leave--" "She won't." Alonzo interrupts, I lunge at him again and Julissa shoves me back against the door, "I'm leaving because I want to. Because I need to. I'm not closing one door to go right into another." Her words hit me like a eighteen wheeler. I really thought after finding out about his indiscretions again that she would leave. I guess I was wrong to assume such a thing. I grab the rest of my clothes, passing Alonzo again with that smug ass look on his face, I spit out, "Congratulations on Antoinette. She's beautiful." Julissa whines, "Erik.. That wasn't.." "It wasn't my place. I don't give a fuck. He fucked you up already Lis. Since you wanted to lead me on, let me finish the job." I scroll through my phone, "You wonder why he's so cool about this shit?" I show her screenshots of conversations between him and Iris.

A: Hey babe, I'll be in Portland for a week. I'll make sure to send AJ and Antoinette some things.

I: Good, AJ misses his daddy though. I miss you too.

A: I miss all of you like crazy. This will all be over soon. I spoke with my lawyer, he says it'll be best to serve her when I get back.

I: Okay babe. Do what you gotta do. I love you.

A: I love you too.

"Why don't you scroll to the right, Lis?" She does and sees Iris' lily white hand and a 4 carat diamond set ring on it. Julissa drops it on the ground, Alonzo picks up the clasp envelope from their dresser, handing it to Julissa. "You've been served, honey."

State of California

Petition of Divorce

Plantiff: Alonzo Jameson Steward

Defendant: Julissa Alexandria Earnheart-Steward, Esq.

On the grounds of: Adultery/Infidelity.

Ubusi - Xhosa; “honey”

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Packless Monsters

TITLE: Packless Monsters CHAPTER NO./ONE SHOT: 43/? AUTHOR: nekoamamori ORIGINAL IMAGINE: Imagine you’re a werewolf who ends up in the company of Loki in the Avenger’s tower after saving Pepper’s life RATING: M NOTES/WARNINGS: This chapter is smut. You have been warned

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You eased Loki to the ground gently, cradling his head. “Loki, wake up!” you bid him urgently when he was safely down, but he wasn’t stirring. His face was flushed already. That wasn’t good. “Shit,” you cursed. You touched his forehead. He was fevered already, though no one else would realize, not yet. He was only slightly warmer than human warm. They wouldn’t understand the danger of a frost giant being that warm.

Samuel and Dan ran over. You crouched over Loki, still caught in the battle fury, ready to defend your mate, one of Loki’s daggers in your hand. It was damn useful that he kept them hidden everywhere. “Easy, Omega, let us help,” Samuel’s voice was the soft gentle croon of an Alpha calming one of his people.

Allies. Allies were useful. You cleared your grief. Grief would come later. Right now you had to save Loki before the bite and infection killed him. “Samuel, call your father, tell him what happened. You two will clean up here? I need to get him back to the tower, now,” you snapped as you shifted position to kneel beside Loki. Samuel knelt too and touched Loki’s forehead.

“The fever isn’t bad…” he started, not even upset that you were barking orders.

“Yes. It is,” you corrected him quickly as you cut Loki’s jacket sleeve away. You ripped material from your shirt, which had been laying on the ground where Loki dropped it when he was attacked, to use to bandage the still-bleeding wound on his arm. “Loki’s not human. He runs colder than a human. The fact that he has a fever at all is deadly. I need to get him home, but we didn’t drive…” No one questioned that you were taking Loki to the tower. A hospital couldn’t help him and you couldn’t take werewolf problems to a hospital.

“Take my car. Samuel will give me a ride home after we clean up here,” Dan told you and tossed you his keys. You caught them automatically and nodded. “His is a rental,” he added before Samuel could complain that he was supposed to offer his vehicle for your use. You took Loki’s comm device from around his ear and settled it on yours.

“J, patch me in,” you ordered, Loki’s comm wouldn’t automatically respond to your words unless you told it to.

“Yes, Miss,” Jarvis replied, the AI a reassuring presence.

“Loki’s injured. I’m bringing him home as fast as I can drive. Thor, if you’re there, it’s bad. Really bad,” you told the tower and anyone who had a comm to hear you. They should all be there, but you weren’t waiting for their answer.

“Are you ok to drive?” Dan asked. You glared at him as you moved to stand, reached to lift Loki from the ground.

“Let me,” Samuel told you gently.

“Careful. If he wakes-”

“If he wakes right now, I will gladly accept the miracle and the subsequent stabbing,” Samuel told you, not unkindly. He lifted Loki easily from the ground. The three of you made your way to Dan’s car and got Loki settled as comfortably as possible laying across the back seat. “Are you ok to drive?” Samuel repeated the, noting your injuries, which you were completely ignoring.

“I’m fine,” you snarled at him. You ignored that you were completely covered in blood, with broken ribs, still bleeding from the wounds on your arm, stomach, and face.

“Go take care of your mate. We will clean up here and I will call Fenrir,” Samuel told you. You nodded and climbed into Dan’s car, an old battered vehicle that he was obviously expecting to have an injured werewolf in. Thank the gods it wasn’t his nice car.

“Jarvis, can you clear the traffic?” you asked as you stepped on the gas.

“Traffic has been cleared, Miss. You have a clear path back to the tower. The team is waiting for you,” Jarvis replied. You could have wept in relief. You floored the gas and drove as fast as Dan’s car could go. There was a police barricade blocking the street you needed, but Jarvis must have told them what vehicle they were looking for, since they got out of your way well before you mowed them down. Thank all the gods, because there was no way you could explain the amount of blood you were covered in, your injuries, or the unconscious god in the back seat to the police.

You parked the car directly in front of the tower. The team came out of the tower like angry hornets to meet you. You jumped out of the car. “What happened?” Thor demanded as you opened the back door of the car.

“Jareth bit him. I don’t have time to explain and save his life. Thor, take him up to his room, start a bath as cold as you can, we have to get this fever down, now,” Thor was the best one for that task. Loki stabbing him if he happened to wake wouldn’t kill him. You would carry Loki yourself, but your ribs were still broken. You had to rely on the team to help you. Ok, you didn’t have to, but they were here and willing and you would take all of the help you could get. Thor lifted Loki so gently and carefully into his arms. “Shit, the shields on his room. If they won’t let you in, take him to my room instead. Romanoff, get the big scary first aid kit, the good one, pain killers that will work on Asgardians, and some peroxide or something to clean the wound,” Nat nodded and rushed off too. “Barton, bring at least two of those big bags of ice Stark bought for next week’s party,” he nodded and you were so grateful in that moment that they were listening to you. “Cap, Stark, I know Jarvis took video. Watch the footage so you can explain what happened to the others. Please, deal with the press so I can focus on saving him,”

“Go, we’ll take care of things. Who does this car belong to?” Cap asked, knowing full well that you hadn’t left with a car.

“My brother Dan,” you tossed Cap the keys. He would put the car somewhere more useful than an illegal spot in front of the tower.

“Kid, are you ok?” Tony demanded. You looked like hell and you knew it. You also felt like hell, but you couldn’t focus on that right now.

“I’ll be fine. I heal fast. He won’t survive without my help. I’m the only one here who has nursed someone through a werewolf bite.” Tony nodded and you ran inside. You realized in your haste to get back here that you hadn’t bothered putting your shoes back on, and your shirt was currently a bandage around Loki’s arm, so you were in nothing more than your sports bra. You’d been distracted to say the least. No wonder the team was worried. You jabbed the elevator button impatiently and were tempted to take the stairs, but that was just impatience talking, it was still faster to wait for the elevator. “Jarvis, what room are they in?” you asked while you waited.

“Yours, Miss,”

“Drop the temperature as far as you can,” you ordered. “Please,” you added as an after thought. You were going to have to apologize for being so short with everyone after you had saved Loki’s life. You had a feeling they’d understand. The elevator finally came and after a minute of pacing, finally opened again on the floor of your room. You ran down the hall and skidded into your room. Nat was just bringing in the first aid kit and it looked like Clint had just arrived too with the ice. Loki was laying on your bed and looked worse than ever. “Thanks for your help,” you told Nat and Clint. “You two should get out of here before he wakes.”

“Are you sure?” Nat asked.

“You know him, he’ll stab first and ask questions later. Thor and I can survive it,”

“Call us if you need us,” Clint told you warmly, reassuringly. “Don’t worry, he’ll make it. He’s too stubborn not to,” he grabbed Nat’s arm and dragged her from the room. She would have stubbornly stayed to help too.

“Thor?” you asked as you went to the bed. He stepped out of the bathroom. “Clint brought the ice,” you gestured to the ice by the door. “Can you dump it in the tub too?” He nodded and did as you bid.

You sat on the bed next to Loki and touched his forehead. The fever was only getting worse. He was flushed and sweating, his cheeks were actually turning purple, as if his Jotun form were blushing. He made a soft whimpering noise. “Shh, love, it’ll be alright,” you told him softly. You allowed yourself a moment of worry before you jumped back to work. “Thor, if you don’t want to see Loki in his underwear, you’d best leave too,” you warned. You had to get Loki’s temperature down. Now.

“I have seen worse,” Thor replied dryly as he joined you in the room again. You were already removing Loki’s shoes. “However, it is wise not to tell him that I helped with this,”

“Agreed.” Between you and Thor you got Loki stripped. You could have done it yourself, and had been planning on doing so in a much more enjoyable manner since you watched him dress earlier that day, but he was unconscious and therefore unhelpful, so Thor being able to hold him up while you worked was a blessing. Unsurprisingly, Thor left removing Loki’s pants to you. Some things even he couldn’t handle.

“I’m sorry, love,” you told Loki softly as you and Thor gently eased him into the tub of ice-cold water. Loki hissed at the shock, even unconscious, but soon made a soft moan of relief. You made sure his head stayed above the water, propping it on a pillow on the edge of the tub. You dipped a washcloth in the freezing water, wrung it out and placed it on his brow.

“He is not changing forms,” Thor’s voice was full of concern as you sat next to the tub with the giant first aid kit.

“I know. The fever’s too high,” you replied softly. Loki’s injured arm was hanging out of the tub into your lap. You unwrapped the makeshift bandage to look over the damage. It was bad and still bleeding, but sluggishly. You wrapped a towel around it to slow the bleeding until you could tend it properly. It was also inflamed and puffy, a red steak running from the wound up Loki’s arm. You cursed again and grabbed the bottle of pain meds Nat had given you. You tossed them to Thor. “Whatever the correct dose of those is for an Asgardian crush them up. There’s a glass in the medicine cabinet behind the mirror,” you added. Thor handed you the glass with powder in the bottom of it a moment later. You filled the glass with enough water to dissolve the powder. You lifted Loki’s shoulders, tilting his head back. He made a soft pained noise, his eyelids fluttered when he was moved. He was doing better, only mostly unconscious, cooler already.

“It’s alright, love. I’m here. You’re safe now. This will help,” you told him softly, gently, using the soothing voice you’d learned through years of patching up injured werewolves. You held the glass to his lips. He was just conscious enough to drink the contents, little by little. “Good, love, good,” you told him and kissed his forehead before you settled his head back on the pillow on the edge of the tub, the washcloth back in place on his forehead. He tried to crack his eyes open, moaned in a fevered pain. “Shh, love. Relax. You’ll be ok. I’m here,” you promised him as you pulled your Omega peace to share with him. He relaxed again with the smallest smile in his expression

“You are good at this,” Thor said helplessly from the sidelines.

“I’ve had practice, though not like this, not with someone I love,” you replied softly. You unwrapped Loki’s wound again and got to work cleaning it. You winced at every whimper of pain as you poured peroxide over the wound, as you carefully stitched the bigger gashes shut. You bandaged the others and carefully wrapped a bandage over the whole thing.

You looked up when your phone rang in the other room. You were busy bandaging Loki’s arm. “Can you-?” Thor was already walking to the phone. He picked it up and answered. “Y/N, it’s Fenrir,” he announced as he walked back into the room.

“Hi, Fenrir, sorry, I’m a bit busy!” you said loudly enough that the werewolf’s sharp ears would be able to hear you. You didn’t have to stop your task to answer the phone.

“Samuel told me what happened. I’m on my way,” you sighed in relief. Fenrir would be able to help properly.

“Thank you,” was all you could say in reply.

“You know how to help him, little Omega. He’s a god. He’ll be fine,” Fenrir reassured you. The phone clicked as he disconnected, apparently feeling it unnecessary to say anything more. You finished with Loki’s arm and propped it on the edge of the tub where he’d be more comfortable and the bandage wouldn’t get wet.

“Thanks for your help, Thor. Can you tell the others Fenrir is coming? You don’t want to get caught up with what comes next,” you were exhausted already, injured yourself, and still… you weren’t giving up on Loki. You were going to help him through this in any way you could and there was one more thing. You refilled the glass and downed its contents quickly, glad you could reach the bath tap without having to get up from the bathroom floor. You hadn’t gotten up again since you had first sat down and weren’t trusting your body to be able to anymore.

“I do not want to be here for what, Lady?” Thor asked you firmly. You realized you hadn’t heard him the first time he’d asked.

You shook your head to clear it. “Sorry. There’s… pack magic. I swear it’ll help,” you finally said. You couldn’t keep your thoughts focused on anything other than the task at hand. “Trust me, Thor. I want to save him as much as you do,”

“It will not turn him into a wolf?” Thor finally asked, expressing his worry. No one wanted him to turn, but…

You sighed heavily and looked up at him with tears in your eyes, the grief kicking back in since Thor had invited it. “He’s infected, Thor. There are only two outcomes. Either he dies, or turns,” you kept your words blunt, so your meaning could not be misinterpreted. One tear spilled from your eyes, another, before you wiped them away roughly with the back of one blood-crusted hand. You were a disgusting, injured, mess, but you weren’t going to leave Loki’s side until you were forced to, or you were sure he was going to make it through. “So let me do what I can to save him from death,”

“Will it truly harm me if I stay?” he asked with such pain in his voice. He didn’t want to leave his brother in this state.

You thought it over, but finally shook your head. “It won’t hurt you, but might not be…pleasant,” you finally said. He nodded.

Thor came over and kissed the top of your head. “He loves you too, Lady Wolf. Do your magic. I will stand guard,”

You nodded, accepting his decision to stay. “Thank you, for everything.” He gave another pained look to his brother, heartbroken to see Loki in such a state, before he took a couple of steps back, standing in the door way so he could watch you and for threats at the same time.

You took Loki’s hand in yours, focused your mind not on the present, not on his wounds, but on your Loki and your love for him, your happiness with him, the fun times you’d had, the love in your life since you’d moved in with the Avengers.

With love and peace in your heart, you began to sing.

#Loki #Lover #Imagine #Submitted fic #submission #packless monsters #chapter 43 #nekoamamori

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Love at First Bite - Shenanigans. (Kyungsoo, pt. 14) [Chronicles of the Wolf series] *NC-17*

I kind of forgot about this and I wanted to get it out of the way before updating the story more! So...enjoy? :)

You slowly went up the stairs, counting each one as you went, the small container tightly in your hands. You seriously hoped it would work, because what was the worst about Kyungsoo was that he didn't show he was in pain.

You never would've found out about his injuries if you haven't ripped open his shirts at one point and hadn't seen...your cheeks colored crimson at the memories of you pressed against the wall, his lips urgent on yours and your fingers desperate to get him undressed. After you saw the injuries, you were shocked, slowly running your fingertips across the scarred tissue, watching his reaction. How long he has had it, he didn't tell. How much it hurt, he didn't reveal either.

And that's why you seriously hoped this would help him.

After you came home from the capital, you completely forgot about the little ointment in your satchel, too distracted by the plotting you and Kyungsoo were going through. It came back to you only when you were in the living room, reading, that Sehun wasn’t the only one with medicine ready to be administered.

"Kyungsoo?" You called out shyly after knocking on his door. You heard a chuckle from inside and his permission to come in.

"Really, love. You don't need to knock." He told you with a soft smile as he flipped another page on the book he was reading.

"I know...it's a habit...I'm sorry...anyways, I...I brought something for you."

"Oh?"

You sat at the edge of the bed with the container clutched in your hands, but Kyungsoo set his book aside and dragged you over so you were straddled over his lap, kissing you softly.

"What is it?"

You held up the bottle, smiling. "This."

He cocked an eyebrow at you, smiling amusedly.

"That didn't quite explain what it is, baby." He told you, brushing your cheek with his thumb.

"It's a balm we got from the healer. It's...it's supposed to help your injury." Kyungsoo's look softened and you could see a cerain amount of adoration in them.

"You asked her for this?" You nodded and before you were able to explain yourself, Kyungsoo was kissing you, leaving you breathless.

"You didn't have to, darling..." he muttered against your lips, clearly satisfied with your breathless state.

"I did. I need to take care of you..."

"You are taking care of me, baby..." Kyungsoo brushed his lips over your neck, and you could feel his smile.

"Yes, but..." You gasped softly when his teeth nipped at a patch of skin. "This is supposed to help the scars. They should- ahh!"

Kyungsoo's hips snapped up, and your eyes squeezed shut.

You should've noticed it before- how he possessively slipped you into his lap, how his lips littered kisses over your neck and how his large hands palmed your ass with almost appreciation.

"K-kyungsoo..." you whimpered softly when his hands squeezed, bringing you down against him for another small, shallow thrust.

"Yes, my love?" You quite hated how he always sounded so controlled while you were doing this- when you were already a stuttering mess and he was completely fine.

"T-the balm...could we...try it?"

He only hesitated for a brief second before nodding, catching the back of his shirt with one hand and yanking it up over his head. You bit your bottom lip, focusing on uncapping the balm before your mind ran away and rerouted your plans.

You stopped to study the expanse of skin that Kyungsoo revealed, running the tips of your fingers over the slight bumps of scar tissue.

"Does it... still hurt..?"

"Sometimes..." he whispered. "Most times it's fine... but I have days."

You frowned. "You never say anything..."

"Because it's fine..." He smiled. "Scars do that, occasionally."

You shook your head. "What happened..?"

"I was shot."

You flashed him an incredulous look.

"Arrows and wolfsbane," he went on. "It was before we met."

"Kyungsoo..." you breathed, touching his cheek. "I should know these things about you."

He shrugged. "I don't want you to worry about little things like this... but I do appreciate that you went and got this for me."

Leaning in, he kissed you gently, his fingers closing around yours as you touched his scars gingerly. "I'm gonna try it..."

Smiling, Kyungsoo let you take a small amount of the ointment, which smelled earthy, with the barest touch of mint.

You touched your fingertip over the top of one scar, half expecting him to curl away from pain. But thankfully, he stayed still.

"Does it hurt?" You asked him gently, pressing in a little bit more, the ointment covering the first scar completely. You paused for a second to search through his expression, yet all Kyungsoo did was smile and shake his head.

"It's okay. I can handle it." You pouted at him slightly, to which Kyungsoo chuckled.

"Don't. Or I'll have to do something to take that pout off your face." You would've asked what he wanted to do to manage something like that, but the small pinch at your ass and the darkening of his eyes told you exactly how he would achieve it. Trying to control the blush rising on your face, you dipped your finger into the ointment to cover more of the scars on his chest.

Kyungsoo allowed you to tend to him, his face almost serene as he leaned back and followed your movements with his eyes. Yet his fingers never stopped their appreciative strokes, just over whatever patch of skin they settled on - your thigh, your arm... underneath your shirt to smooth over your hip.

Once you were satisfied you'd covered what scarred surface you could, you leaned back to inspect, your mouth almost watering at the sight of your mate leaned back like that for you.

Kyungsoo may not have been as tall or lean as some of his brothers, but he was solid. His muscles thick and strong. The ointment made his skin gleam, and you blushed at the small smirk that he gave you.

"Wh-what?"

He reached out to touch your cheek. "My beautiful mate..."

The color all rushed to your cheeks. "Kyungsoo..."

That was all you were able to say, because Kyungsoo was already pulling you down to him and planting your lips over his in a heated kiss that made you squeal in surprise. You felt your chest press up against his and you yelped, trying to smear as little of the ointment as you could.

"K-kyungsoo! It...it might stain my shirt..." you tried to find an excuse and you found the lamest one that existed, and yet that still didn't prevent Kyungsoo in smirking and leading you down to him again. His breathy whisper almost had you whimpering.

"Then take it off..."

"B-but..."

His hands were gentle, but his intentions were clear as he slid his palms under your shirt. "Take it off for me, ___."

You couldn't find a reason not to. Snaking past his hands, you shed the shirt, letting it fall wherever it might as Kyungsoo took it upon himself to rid you of your bra. His hands urged your hips down harder against his, and you mewled at the hardness that ground up against you.

You found anchor against Kyungsoo's chest, and you found your mouth occupied with his as he busied his hands with removing your shorts. Strong hands maneuvered you with ease, and at your whine, Kyungsoo just rasped, "We don't want to stain your shorts now, do we..?"

You shook your head weakly, and you stared down at him with confusion when Kyungsoo slid to lie all the way on his back.

With a raised eyebrow, you kicked your shorts off your ankle, coming back to straddle his narrow hips with just your panties on.

His fingers danced over the revealed skin teasingly, up and down your legs and over your panties, his eyes darkening when you ground down experimentally.

"Baby..." he growled in slight warning, yet he took it up himself to grip your hips tighter and lead them back on him, grinding your growing wetness against his straining bulge.

"Wait, wait..." your whisper was breathless and urgent, and it made Kyungsoo's movements freeze and his eyes train at you with a controlled gaze, seeing if you weren't against this.

"The door..." you slid off him, running to his door and locking it, making sure the two of you wouldn't be disturbed.

A sign that you wanted this, too.

You couldn't move away from the door, as you felt Kyungsoo press up from behind you, chest vibrating in little appreciative growls as he placed open mouthed kisses on the curve of your back and his hand slipped into the front of your panties, making you gasp and arch your back, holding onto the door.

"Shh~ Is anyone home..?"

You dropped your forehead against the cool wood, nodding shakily. Kyungsoo's lips landed on your spine, and you arched into him when his fingers stroked just barely over your clit. He turned you so your back was plastered against the door, one hand cupping the back of your thigh and guiding your leg up. Your legs parted naturally for him, and Kyungsoo growled as he hooked your knee over his shoulder. "A taste..."

You moaned, unsure if you could even hold yourself up with how he was acting. "Kyungsoo..."

He growled, amber eyes looking up at you intensely when Kyungsoo moved in for the first, long lick, all the way from your slit and you muffled your moan into your fist, your head banging back against the door. His snarl was feral, and the grip on you tightened.

"Maybe a little more than a taste..." you heard him murmur and before you had a chance to say anything, he was diving in for more, lips closing around your clit and sucking.

Your knees buckled, but his grip was strong, swinging your other leg on his shoulder and holding you in place as his mouth worked. His tongue relentless. You had to clench your eyes shut, your fingers sliding through his hair and tugging. Because you could think of nothing else to do.

Kyungsoo rumbled against you, and you whimpered at the vibrations it sent through your body.

His name quietly left your lips repeatedly, it was coming out in desperate pants as your breathing shallowed and your abdomen tightened with incoming pleasure.

"K-kyungsoo...I..." you gasped out and your fingers closed into a fist around Kyungsoo's hair and you tugged a bit harsher now when Kyungsoo sucked at your clit and then thrust his tongue into you mockingly. You stuffed your fist into your breath to muffle the scream of pleasure that escaped you at the upcoming of your first orgasm.

"Ohh... Please..."

You didn't even realize you'd been speaking out loud until Kyungsoo smacked your thigh gently as a reprimand. Too bad it only made you gasp even louder.

His mouth didn't let up, and for that you thanked all the gods. His tongue was still licking at you, driving you to the edge as his hands kept you in place for his ministrations.

It didn't take long for you to come over the edge- just a few more licks that made your whole body shake and the muffled command from Kyungsoo that you barely understood yet it still made you weak.

"Come for me, baby.”

You tried hard to contain the loud noise, but it came out in the form of Kyungsoo's name, which only made the wolf between your legs groan in approval.

Knees weak, muscles trembling, you couldn't do anything when Kyungsoo scooped you up and deposited you on the bed. You watched him stalk over you, his eyes swimming a liquid gold as they raked over your body appreciatively.

He was licking his lips slowly, as if savoring, and you found yourself blushing furiously. "Kyungsoo..?"

You didn't even realize you were reaching out for him until Kyungsoo grabbed your hand with a hum, looming over you while peppering kisses up your neck and all over your face.

"Yes, my love?" His deep voice rumbled affectionately and you only breathed out a small moan when you felt him settle between your legs, the cotton of his boxers pressing into your still sensitive core. Your hands raked up his chest and your leg wrapped around his waist instinctively, bringing him closer.

"Kyungsoo..." you mewled again, your hand burying into his hair and pulling him down so you could whisper into his ear.

"Need you..."

Kyungsoo growled low in his throat, and you barely managed to blink before he'd kicked off his boxers and tossed them aside.

When he came back between your legs, it was fully naked skin. The muscles of his shoulders shook as he leaned in to claim your lips in another kiss, and you couldn't help but clench your thighs around his hips. Closer. You needed him closer.

And he complied, thrusting against you and sliding his cock between your wet lips, making you moan. He snarled at the soft sound and he did it again, more deliberately this time as he nibbled on your lower lip.

"I'm going to claim you now, ___." He whispered against your lips, one hand trailing down to grasp his cock so he could position himself at your entrance.

"Finally, to let the whole world know who you belong to." His red eyes stared down at yours, full of sincere passion and love.

"Are you ready for me, love?"

Yes. You have been for so long now. Not that you needed a mark to show how much you loved him; everyone who saw you knew.

You tried to gather the breath to tell him, but the head of his cock pressed against your opening, and all you could manage was a small, "Yes..."

Kyungsoo's groan echoed in your own chest as he began sliding into you, his red lips pulled over the protruding length of his fangs.

You mewled at the exquisite feeling, your head falling back against the pillows as you attempted to find your breath. Gripping at his arms tightly, you kept letting out small, embarrassing little sounds that Kyungsoo loved to hear, and he leaned down closer to you, kissing your lower lip.

"Ssshh, baby...relax for me."

You tried to take a deep breath, but it came out in the form of a moan anyway when he gave a little more. Pressed forward a bit more, sinking into you deeper as you relaxed.

Kyungsoo's mouth molded over yours, his eyes slipping closed as he let out a rumbling groan.

"Shit." He breathed out as he finally stilled inside you, deep to the hilt.

"Fuck, ___, you feel so..." he cut himself off to kiss you again, trying his best to control his wanting hips to pull out and thrust into you again. You mewled in agreement and you clawed at his shoulders, your hips rising up slightly to urge him to move.

"Kyungsoo...p-please...just...Ah!"

Kyungsoo cut off your stuttered plea with another thrust, as gentle as he could possibly manage with the lust that was making his vision hazy. He felt your mouth fall open with a smothered moan against his neck, and he gave another smooth thrust. A little less control in this one.

Your nails bit a little deeper into muscle as he began an even pace, your eyes closing.

You wanted to beg him for more, for him to go faster, but each time you opened your mouth, only a moan came out, stuttered and needy and breathy, riling Kyungsoo up some more.

"Fuck, ___...." he snarled, wrapping your leg around his waist and squeezing your ass possessively. You cried out, trying to angle your hips up to greet his thrusts.

"Please...don't stop. Oh god, just don't stop..."

"No," Kyungsoo growled. Because he thought he couldn't even if you'd asked him to anyway.

His hips moved faster, his thrusts getting harder as he held you in place for them, listening to your wanton noises with each movement.

"K-Kyungsoo..!"

He felt a grin bloom over his face as he looked down at you, splayed over his bed with the most beautiful expression of pleasure he had ever seen in his life.

His mate. Screaming his name.

Fucking finally.

Kyungsoo covered your lips with his in another kiss, his hips snapping against yours in a hard and deep pace, making you rattle in pleasure every time. He adored the way your nails raked down his back as they attempted to pull him closer and he complied, pressing against your chest.

Your eyes were glazed over, your mouth parted, and you were grabbing at him desperately. "Kyungsoo..."

"Yes, baby." He thrust into the beginnings of your spasms, clenching his jaw at the feeling of your body gloved so snugly around his cock. "You gonna come for me?"

He spoke the grating words against your lips, his thrusts unceasing even as he felt you begin to shake underneath him.

"Yes!" you hissed into his mouth, eyes trained on the fangs that were lengthening underneath his top lip. "Yes... Kyungsoo..!"

"That's right, babe." Kyungsoo licked up a long stripe up the right side of your neck. His mark would look beautiful right there, on the virgin skin.

It would beautifully show everyone how you're fucking his, and nobody else's.

"Come for me. And scream my name, loud and clear."

You shook underneath him, squeezed around him, and Kyungsoo felt his vision swim red.

And like a perfect little mate, you did exactly as he said. You came with blinding pleasure, screaming his name so it rang in his ears, and Kyungsoo was at your neck. His fangs sunk into the smooth skin, growling his possession as your orgasm barreled through you.

You felt your whole body tensing at the first intrusion of his fangs but then, you weren't even sure it was possible, the pleasure wrecking through your body doubled and you squeezed his arms tightly, your back arching up impossibly into him.

You could still faintly remember the conversation you had with him about marking, and what he described was as if it would be painful.

Never in your life would you have imagined that being marked could feel this good.

Slowly, you felt yourself coming down from your pleasure induced haze, and you could faintly realize that Kyungsoo's pace increased almost impossibly until he buried himself as deep as he could go, and with a groan of satisfaction, spending himself in you, filling you up with warmth.

Warm, golden eyes stared down at you with a mixture of emotions you couldn't quite comprehend, but the love that radiated from them was very evident. You smiled, cupping his cheek and pulling him down for a kiss.

Kyungsoo's breaths rushed over your mouth as he dropped more kisses over your lips, his chest expanding against yours as he gradually caught his breath. You reached a trembling hand to brush his sweat-slicked hair from his eyes, smiling when he shifted to kiss your hand as well.

"I love you..."

You touched his mouth, nodding. "I love you, too..."

Kyungsoo didn't seem to want to move, but he rolled off you with a growl, and you whined at the sensation of emptiness when he slid out of you. Trying to appease it, you turned despite the protest of your tired muscles, hooking a leg around him and burrowing into his side.

Kyungsoo rumbled in appreciation, his hand wrapping around you and bringing you even closer, absentmindedly drawing small circles over the bare skin of your hip.

"Your ointment..." you murmured, brushing over the scars on his chest and Kyungsoo chuckled, stilling your hand against his skin.

"Believe me, this helped me much more." You looked up at him with a puzzled look which Kyungsoo kissed away.

"You're finally marked. You're finally mine. And after such a long time..." the look Kyungsoo gave you when he looked down at you couldn't be described in another way than 'content'.

"This is just what I needed."

You blushed a deep red. "I'm... glad..."

He smiled against your skin, kissing your forehead gently. "But thank you, baby... I'll use the ointment, I promise."

You nodded, nuzzling into his chest. Your arm tucked around him tightly, squeezing yourself against him.

Kyungsoo chuckled. "What is it?"

"Nothing... I'm... I'm yours."

Kyungsoo's growl was instant. "You've always been."

"But... this makes it known, right?" Your fingertips skimmed the mark on the crook of your neck and shoulder. It was still a little sore. Kyungsoo sat up, propping himself up on an elbow and smirking down at you. It made your stomach curl.

"Yes. That, and the pretty noises you gave me."

Your hands came up to slap over your face in mortification. "Oh... Oh no..."

Kyungsoo laughed softly, his hands taking yours away and kissing your hands before kissing away the red on your face. "It's okay, ___... Most of them were out of the house, anyway."

"Most..." you muttered. You let him shower your cheeks with kisses, moaning softly when he drifted down to your neck.

"It's okay..." he murmured comfortingly. "They know, ___. It's nothing you need to be embarrassed about."

"Yes, but still...ah!" The surprised yelp couldn't be held in when you felt Kyungsoo's tongue over your mark, the tip of it gently pressing into the sore spot. It had him chuckling.

"I don't think I can ever get tired of your sounds, baby..." he murmured, and the small growl that was accompanied with his whisper had your breath hitching.

"It just makes me wonder what other sounds I can coax out of you..."

You breathed out deeply when you felt him hardening against your hip. "K-Kyungsoo..."

"Don't worry. I hear someone coming anyway... We'll save it for later..." He kissed your mark one last time before catching your lips for one more heated kiss. "I'll find out what other pretty noises you can make for me."

His smiling lips drifted over your fierce blush as he tucked the blanket around you and swung off the bed, picking up his pants along the way and tugging them on before pulling the door open.

Tao stood there with his arm raised, poised to knock. "Hey, Kyungsoo..."

"Hey, Tao," Kyungsoo greeted back with a smile. "What's going on?"

Tao tried not to glance over to where he could probably spot you on the bed, but he spoke loud enough for you to hear. "Bora wanted to talk to ___... Something about her hair. She wants to go back into town tomorrow, but the color is really bothering her. She just... didn't want to interrupt."

Kyungsoo chuckled at Tao's shrug. "That's okay. We were just getting up. ___?"

You squeaked, sitting up and holding the blanket around you. "Y-yeah?"

"Are you okay with doing that now?"

"Of course! I'll be down in a minute."

Tao nodded, patting his brother's bare shoulder. "Thanks. See you later then."

Kyungsoo gave you the privacy to put your panties and bra on, before you searched for your other discarded articles of clothing that were randomly thrown across the room.

When you were finally somewhat decent, Kyungsoo turned to looked at you with a small smile. His thumb brushed against your mark gently, with a look of indescribable pride washed over his features.

"You look so beautiful..."

You blushed a pretty shade of pink, wrapping your arms around his bare torso and holding him close. He kissed the crown of your head.

"I wish I didn't have to share you with anyone right now," he sighed, making you giggle.

"I know, I'm sorry..." You moved away reluctantly from his hold. "It shouldn't take too long..." You were already heading off when you felt Kyungsoo tug at your arm, bringing you back to kiss your lips.

When you blinked up at him, Kyungsoo sighed again. "Let me grab my shirt. I'll go down with you."

You smiled. "Okay..."

Bora was waiting downstairs. Her perch on Tao's lap was comfortable, her mate holding her securely around the waist. When she saw you coming down the stairs, she hopped up. "___!"

The girl standing in front of her could have in no way been mistaken with the cold-hearted killer and captain of the wolfguard. Gone was the long black hair, wiring down her back in midnight strands. The supposed fiery red didn't come in as well as all of them had hoped to, and now the woman was left with bubblegum pink and made her look even younger than Haerin.

The sight of her still made you laugh. Her appearance change decreased her age by almost five years, and next to Tao she looked shockingly young.

"T-the hair...." she mumbled quietly, grabbing onto the strands unconsciously.

"I like it, if I have any word in this." Tao grinned at you from the back, making Bora's cheeks redden.

She smacked at the hand that reached for her, but all he did was chuckle warmly. "Baobei~"

Bora's pout just made the situation worse because there was nothing cuter she could have done. And then she gave her foot a petulant stamp. "___-ie!"

You giggled. "Okay, I'll help you redo it, but we should probably get Soomi unnie to check the stuff we use to dye it... to make sure it's an actual dark color this time."

Bora scoffed. "That would be nice..."

Tao's hands reached for her again and this time, she allowed him to guide her back into his embrace, hands firmly settled over her hips.

"Really, baobei? Because I think you look perfect in this." Kyungsoo chuckled before Bora had time to react.

"You're not the best judge in this, Tao. She could put a potato sack over her and you'd still think she's perfect." You laughed at the slightly guilty look Tao shot his older brother before shaking his head.

"You might be right. I just pictured it in my head." Bora groaned, her head falling back against Tao's shoulder.

"You aren't any help, baobei..." she murmured softly.

He grinned down at her, pecking her lips. "Maybe you're right..."

She nodded firmly. "Right. ___-ie, please fix this."

You snickered as Bora tugged at her hair again, looking desperate.

"I can't go into town looking like this. Last time they looked at me like I'm crazy."

"No, I think they'd just think you're cute," you offered, gesturing to the kitchen. "But wait in there. I'll go find Soomi unnie."

You went in search of the dreamy woman, finding her in the kitchen, making herself a cup of tea. Her mate sat at the table, his own cup already in hands as he watched his mate with soft eyes.

"Unnie." You called out to her and Soomi turned to face you with a big smile on her face.

"Ah, ___!" She dropped everything she was holding, reaching out to hug you.

"Congratulations." She whispered into your ear, making redness explode over your cheeks.

"A-ah...thank you. I...I was looking for you because Bora's of haircolor." Soomi looked at you with risen eyebrows.

"What’s wrong with it?" you didn’t say anything, opting to just call out Bora’s name.

"Yeah?" Said woman popped her head into the kitchen, and Soomi's eyes positively lit up.

"Oh my god, it's perfect!"

"Unnie, no!" Bora cried, covering her head consciously.

But it was too late because Tao was hollering victoriously. "I told you, baobei! All in favor of keeping it?"

Soomi was quick to raise her hand, her smile way too cheery, and despite Bora's miserable look, you gingerly raised your hand too.

"I'm not keeping it..." Bora muttered, deadpanned.

She froze when she saw Luhan raising his hand slowly as well, still sipping on his coffee. Tao was positively ecstatic by now, wrapping his arms around Bora's waist and twirling her around.

"Come on, baobei. Just for today, okay?" Bora still looked a bit unconvinced, with the way her arms stayed crossed on her chest and her lower lip was out in a pout. Oh god, how could this woman kill wolves for a living. She looked more harmless than Yijie and Haerin combined.

"For me?" He added and Bora groaned.

"But it looks so..."

"...cute."

"...pink."

You blinked between the two of them, holding in a laugh at their simultaneous statements.

"Tao..."

This time, it was his turn to pout, and you watched it unfold with amusement even when your mate tucked his arms around you and pulled you back against him.

"You should try that color, baby," Kyungsoo whispered in your ear.

You shuddered, but from the brush of his breath, not the suggestion. Although you weren't really sure you could quite pull off the look. Bora just looked so... pixie-like. Death in an adorable bow-topped package.

"I don't think so," you said, poking your mate's side. "But you can. I would love to see that~"

Kyungsoo's brows quirked upwards in amusement.

"Are you sure you'd like to see me like that? Didn't you have enough when you saw Sehun as a bubblegum pink?" Immediately, you exploded in laughter. The poor maknae had been drugged by Bora's sleep powder and then tied to the bed as Jongdae and Chanyeol worked quickly in applying the hairdye. There mainly succeeded, because Sehun woke up in the end and slammed his two brothers against the wall, but the deed was done.

Sehun walked around pink-haired for a week.

"Touche, darling. Let's make a deal. Neither of us dyes our hair pink." You smiled at your mate, enjoying the way he rumbled in reply.

"Let's keep pink hair to Bora and maybe Sehun, okay?"

You nodded your agreement, letting your fingers run through his hair. Kyungsoo's growl thrummed through your chest. "But I do think I might like red on you..."

Kyungsoo groaned, chuckling before poking at your sides. "Okay, you're not allowed to touch dye anymore."

"But it's so cool~" you whined. "Can I try..?"

Kyungsoo shook his head, completely contradicting the fact that he also sighed, "Maybe. We'll see..."

"But it'll be actual red, right? Nothing like what you told Bora that it's red but it was pink all along."

"What?" You heard a sharp hiss and when you turned to look at Bora's death glare, you realized how this girl could be captain of the wolfguard. Even Soomi, the ever-peaceful Soomi was slowly retreating to her chuckling mate's embrace.

"This was planned?" She attempted to get closer but luckily, her mate held her back. To be honest, it's not like it made you feel any better- you knew Bora could take on Tao any day.

"Maybe?" Soomi giggled a bit uncertainly before hiding her face into the crook of Luhan's neck, making her mate laugh.

Bora closed her eyes, took a deep breath...

And then she whined.

"Why does it always have to be me?" She asked her mate, looking at him with the most adorable and effective puppy eyes you have ever seen in your life.

Tao laughed, throwing his arms around her and cooing to her in his native tongue. She looped her arms around her mate, who just turned to the rest of you with accusing looks. "I can't believe you guys would pick on my mate like that!"

"Tao, you were just saying how much you like it!" Luhan shot back.

"Yeah, but I didn't know it was on purpose!"

"Psshhh~ Like you care," Kyungsoo teased.

Tao gave Kyungsoo the stink eye before returning back to comforting his mate with more soft coos.

"Is it done then? Bora's keeping the hair?" Kyungsoo asked, wrapping his arms around you.

"Because I wasn't quite done with someone when we got interrupted."

You jumped and squeaked when you felt his lips land on your mark. "K-Kyungsoo..!"

"Yes, she's keeping it. Right, baobei?" Tao curled his lips at his mate, who was scowling up at him.

"For... today?"

"A week," Tao said.

"Two days!" she countered.

Kyungsoo chuckled. "Well, while you two figure that out, I'm stealing mate away..."

You gasped when Kyungsoo's arm effortlessly swung you up, and he carried you out of the room bridal-style. Luhan and Soomi got up to follow.

"We're gonna go and let you two settle the hair thing. Call when you need us."

"Or don't call," Kyungsoo shouted back with a chuckle.

You swatted at his arm, but he just snapped his teeth playfully at you. "What? I'm not quite done."

Kyungsoo's door closed behind you, and his lips covered yours with no longer any urgency, but just the need to show affections.

And boy, did you kiss him back the same.

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All those echies who are dreaming about working for Jared have read to many of those fanfics where he falls madly in lust with his PA & makes excuses to keep her in the office late so he can bend her over her desk ....

“Jared! Your keys are on the table by the door, phone is charging, tomorrow´s calendar on the kitchen counter and food is in the oven, timer will ring in 20 and then it´s your dinner time, okay?!”, Alice called out from the hallway as she put on her coat and grabbed her bag.

It was her first night off for almost a month and she was excited to finally catch up with friends and get her drink on. God knows she could use a friendly ear and a stiff drink after all the shit she has put up with from her boss…

Yesterday he had a screaming fit when he couldn´t find his slippers which Alice had put in the drier following his impromptu dip in the pool while still in his pj´s, and last Sunday she had spent almost 2 hours trying to get him to stay still so she could give him his eyedrops for the pinkeye he managed to catch from… something or someone, it´s just better to not ask too many questions, as she has come to learn.

Needless to say, this boss was a handful alright!

“Wait did I hear someone yelling…?”, Jared wondered while sitting on his toilet going #2. He stopped grunting for long enough to listen.

No, there was nothing. Probably just the wind.

He could be forgiven for thinking he did actually hear her yelling, because she yells. Oh boy, does she yell! Always hollering out instructions and reminders… Beaming at him with her piercing blue eyes that sparkle like diamonds… Long curly hair always tied up in a messy bun, making her look like a frumpy Mary Poppins… Cute and perky breasts which she always hides under a thick coating of clothes but he has managed to catch glimpses of her lacy black bras on a few occasions when she has bent down to pick up his socks… Even her button nose is too cute to not wanna pinch! And those lips…! Oh man, those lips which practically call out for his…

On many lonely nights he had laid in bed, imagining her lips pressing against his… then slowly moving lower… on his chest… kissing her way further down… Her delicate fingers pulling his boxers down… lips finally, after an agonizingly long wait, reaching his pen-

“JARED! I`M LEAVING NOW!”, Alice´s voice snapped Jared back to reality.

Okay this time he DEFINITELY heard her yelling.

“What? Leaving? Where the fuck is she go- oh shit that´s right I gave her the night off FUUUUUCK!”

Jared started pushing and grunting at lightning speed and managed to squeeze out a decent size turd in record time. He leaped up, barely having time for a good wipe. Doesn´t matter anyway, he wore black undies today so any collateral residue will be lost in the folds so all´s good!

He quickly ran his hands through the faucet and with slippery hands he yanked open the bathroom door and rushed downstairs three stairs at a time - only to see the door drawing close behind her.

He managed to shove his foot in the doorway quick enough to stop it from closing fully.

“WAIT!”

Alice yelped as she turned around hearing his voice booming so close to her ear.

“Jesus Christ, Jared! Now I´m gonna go deaf! Wasn´t it enough you almost blinded me when that button came flying off from your Gucci jacket when you threw it at the pizza delivery boy for forgetting pineapples from your pizza?”

Jared glared at her but on the inside he was smirking.

Her constant jabs at him were starting to make him all warm and fuzzy on the inside…

“Well sorry but… do you have to go? I mean… I… well I have this headache coming on and… I don´t know where the medicine cabinet is anymore and even if I did know I think it´s locked anyway and I´m not allowed to have a key since the last time when I took all the bandages and made myself a mummy and… well, can´t you just reschedule? Pleeeeease?”

He stared at her with his puppy dog eyes and batted a few times.

Alice looked at her boss at the doorway, looking all disheveled and pouty and like he could use a good hug. He was an annoying twit for sure, but damn…

He sure knew all the right moves.

“Well… I suppose I could call my friends and tell them I´m gonna come a little late…”, she stuttered and Jared´s face immediately sparked up.

“Great! Go get me some aspirin, I´m gonna go lay down, come give me a back rub!”, and he took off like a young calf seeing spring fields for the first time.

That headache of his sure seemed to fade fast…

Alice sighed and took off her coat and made her way to the medicine cabinet. Maybe the aspirin will wear out His Holiness enough so that he´ll be fast asleep in an hour and her night off can finally commence!

She walked up the stairs to find an almost nude Jared sitting on his bed, wearing nothing but his undies and socks.

Not just any socks tho. Gucci socks, made of real human eyelashes. She shuddered every time she had to pick them up from the floor, but thankfully Jared doesn´t smell like anything even tho he only uses soap in the shower, so at least there´s that.

He smiled at her sweetly as she hesitated at the doorway.

“Gimme my pills,” he snapped at her and she made her way towards him. She handed him his pills along with a glass of water from the nightstand, and watched as he gulped them down.

He was being very brave boy today, usually his medicine must be chopped up into tiny pieces and hidden in his food or else he´ll fight you to the death before swallowing, but this time he managed them whole and all in one go.

“All good?,” Alice asked.

“Very good,” Jared replied, and as she turned towards the door, he suddenly grabbed her wrist and pulled her next to him on the bed.

They stared at each other for a few moments. Alice was not sure what was happening - but she liked this sudden closeness.

It´s not like she had not fantasized about this before… A few times when she caught him walking out of the bathroom wearing only a towel, she had been left gulping a few times quite excessively… And that one morning when she went in to wake him up and he had the most massive tent pitched up, she almost had to collect her jaw from the floor along with a puddle of her own drool…

He was a god among men, that cannot be denied.

After what felt like an eternity, Jared finally spoke.

“Alice, I… uhm… I…”

He couldn´t quite get the words out but he was never a man of many words anyway. Hell, he has even used the same lyrics for 17 different songs.

Action was always his forte. Direct action.

He leaned over and pressed his lips against her.

Alice froze and almost stopped breathing. Her heart was beating so fast she thought it might actually vomit its way out right on Jared´s face.

The kiss ended as abruptly as it had begun, as Jared pulled away.

“I… uh… sorry…,” he muttered as a slight blush started growing on his face as he fidgeted on the bed. His eyes darted all over the room, as if he was trying to will himself invisible.

Perhaps this was a big mistake… He shouldn´t have put his lust for her so bluntly out there… She´s obviously not into him the same wa-

His train of thought was suddenly interrupted when he felt Alice´s lips on his again.

She was way more forceful this time, almost taking charge of the situation with her eagerness to get more, more, more - and for once in his life and to much of his surprise, Jared actually enjoyed it.

She climbed onto his lap and pushed him to lay down on the bed as she followed, positioning herself right on top of him. She could feel that massive tent thing starting to rise again but this time her nervousness in its presence was long gone. She was enjoying every single moment of this sudden delightful turn of events.

The eager kissing seemed to only intensify and get more and more lustful with every moment until Alice pulled away and started stripping off her clothes.

Jared laid back with his hands behind his head, enjoying the view with a gleeful smirk as Alice continued her private striptease for him.

Slowly unbuttoning her shirt and letting it fall to the floor… Yanking down her jeans, revealing her lacy undies…

Jared was so lost in this vision of beauty standing in front of him that Alice had to snap her fingers to get his attention again.

“Jared!,” she commanded.

“Yeah,” he cleared his throat.

“I want you to fuck me on that desk,” she boldly stated to him, pointing to his desk by the balcony doors.

“Wh- what?”

“You heard me, cowboy. I want you to press my ass cheeks onto that table and fuck me.”

There was a moment of silence in the room.

Maybe a few more.

“Uh… well… I also have this bed… Oh and there´s a mattress on the floor ´cos you know bad back and all so maybe we cou-”

“DESK, Jared.”

Alice grabbed Jared´s arm and yanked him up from the bed. He obviously needs some encouragement, bless his heart…

She kissed him, perfect amount of tender and forceful. She knew he would not be a match to her seductive ways, and she was right. She could feel him relaxing in her arms, and that tent thing was continuing its growth spur quite nicely too…

Suddenly he grabbed her by her waist and hoisted her up. Alice quickly wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing herself against his chiseled body as close as humanly possible. She could feel his heart pounding against her and small beads of sweat dripping from his forehead as he slowly moved towards the desk while at the same time trying to free Alice from her bra and by the time they managed to reach the desk, her perky bosom was finally there for him to latch onto.

He sat her on the desk and had to almost tear himself away from her lips but he simply had to, as her delicate skin was almost calling out his name.

He moved his lips from her lips down to her neck… then further down her heaving chest… reaching her perfectly pink nipples… further down… he reached the waistband of her lacy undies and grabbed it with his teeth… painfully slowly he yanked the last piece of clothing shielding Alice´s modesty down once millimeter at a time… one… two… three… fou-

AAAAAND THAT´S ALL FOR NOW, FOLKS!

THANKS FOR READING MMMKAY BYEEEEE!

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