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smutsonian · 3 years

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Hey,since your writing is amazing can I request a fic where Steve thinks u cheated on him (probably with Bucky) and decides to punish u with rough sex and then he finds out he was mistaken and tries to make it up to u but you weren't having it because trust in a relationship is very important.So it kinda becomes smut+angst (The juicer the better) Thank u💞

mutual trust

steve rogers x reader

summary: you tell steve that without trust, your relationship would always have problems

warnings: smut, angst, jealousy, slight crack fic, ahh that’s it? Tell me if i missed something. Not proofread.

word count: 2.2k

a/n: i wrote two fics today how bout that? (I also cried to times so maybe that’s where I got the motivation and inspiration. Dont worry i cried because of a story and a movie) also, thank you nonnie!

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“You have to tell him!” Steve hears your harsh whisper just behind the door. Who were you talking to? Why were you hiding?

“Why me? He’s your problem!” Steve is surprised to hear his best friend’s voice. He hears Bucky grunt in defeat before a sound made Steve’s heart stop.

“Oh god! That’s so good!” He hears your familiar moans and he wouldn’t believe the voices in his head if it weren’t for Bucky’s words.

“God, doll! I don’t regret this at all!” Bucky lets out a moan as well before grunting in satisfaction.

Steve listens to your harmonized moans before he decided that he has had enough for it.

He’s going to show everyone that you’re his. He’s going to show you and he’s going to show Bucky.

“Oh god, I am so full!” You let out a cry before plopping on your belly on Bucky’s soft bed.

“But I want more!” Bucky whines, licking the already clean spoon.

You scoff at him before letting out a chuckle.

“How’d you think Sam will react after finding out that his tub of oh-so-delicious ice cream is gone?” You turn on your back before leaning on your elbows to look at Bucky.

“He’s probably going to lose it. He’s a very dramatic guy.” Bucky rolls his eyes at the thought before sighing at your next words.

“Well, too bad that you’ll be the one telling him.” You quickly stand, heading towards his door.

“Doll, that’s unfair!” He whines once more.

“Huh? Sorry, can’t hear ya! Gonna go to my lovely boyfriend now. See ya!” You quickly shut his door before prancing towards your shared room with Steve, your lovely boyfriend.

“Hey, Steviee…” You quickly walk towards your boyfriend before wrapping your hand around his neck and standing on your tippy-toes to place on his lips. He would usually return it with a kiss on your nose but what he did surprised you.

His giant hand makes its way towards your neck and the next thing you know, you’re harshly pinned against the wall that Steve’s been staring at for hours.

“S-Stevie?” Steve’s jaw clenches at the way your innocent eyes stared at him. He should’ve known that other men would want a piece of his girl. She’s too enchanting to be ignored.

“You’re mine. You remember that, okay?” Steve asks, voice threatening but his frown softens a little when you nod at him.

“Good girl…” He whispers before slamming his lips on yours, tongue forcing their way into you and lapping at your helpless tongue.

“You belong to me as much as I belong to you, I know you know that…” He grins when you start whimpering against his lips. The hand on your neck tightens slightly while his other hand finds its way up to your skirt and under your soaking panties.

“Ahh… Is this for me?” Steve asks.

“This is for me, right? Not for someone else?” His voice becomes harsher and he forcefully inserts a finger and then another, prying answers from you. He needed you to assure him. He needed to know that you’re wet for him and not his best friend.

“Y-yes, Stevie! Only you!” Your eyes roll at the sensation of Steve’s fingers and before you could even find release, his hand was pulled out of you.

“W-What?” You yelp when you’re harshly turned, your chest pressing against the wall while Steve’s hand is now on the back of your neck while the other is rashly pulling his pants off.

“Want you to feel all of me…” He whispers and before you know it, his cock is piercing through you without end until his full length is inside of you. Your body is trembling but Steve’s body is holding you up against the wall so you wouldn’t fall.

“You feel me, baby? You feel me deep inside you?” His hand snakes toward your stomach, whimpering and moaning when he pushes on it to feel himself against your skin.

“So good for me, baby… So perfect for me…” He whispers beside your ear before placing a kiss on your neck and sucking on it like his life depended on it.

“STEVE!” You scream as he started thrusting into you harshly, making your toes curl in ecstasy.

“Oh my god, YES!” Your body continues to rub the wall as he continues to pistol into you but you didn’t care because right now, Steve is making you feel so good. He’s owning you and you’re liking it. He’s never usually rough but now… Now that you’ve tasted it, you didn’t know if you wanted soft Stevie back.

“You’re going to cum for me?” The hand on the nape of your neck snakes to the front so he was pulling your body against his while his other finds your clit, encouraging you to cum around his cock.

“I can feel your greedy pussy pulsing around my cock, baby. Come on… Cum for me, baby… Milk my fucking cock…” He ruts into you a few more times before you’re crying out loud… and he’s crying out loud… You’re pretty sure that everyone in the compound can hear you but you didn’t care.

You’re too busy feeling Steve’s liquid filling your stomach.

“You’re mine, baby… He’ll see. Everyone will see…” He presses a kiss on your forehead as your hooded and tired eyes fluttered shut. He catches you when you pass out, your body limp in his arms as he carried you to bed. Washing you with care as if you’re the most important thing in the world.

You wake up feeling sore down there and on your neck but the memories of last night made you smile. Steve really just did that.

But then you remember Sam’s ice cream and suddenly the smile left your face but a devious one replaces it. What drama will Sam put on now?

Feeling a little bad for letting Bucky tell Sam alone, you quickly cleaned yourself up before power walking towards the kitchen where they would probably eating breakfast.

Your heart started thudding louder at the grunts and the sound of punches being thrown. Sam must’ve been really wanting to eat that ice cream for him to attack Bucky…

But when you reached the kitchen, it was a scene that you didn’t expect to see. Sam was holding Steve back from getting another blow onto Bucky’s bloody face.

“S-Stevie?” Your voice makes Steve turn his attention from Bucky to you. His glare turns into a smirk before he shrugs Sam off. He walks towards you before kissing you the same way he did last night. With possession.

“Stevie… What’s wrong?” You whisper after pulling away from him.

He wraps an arm around you before pulling you closer to him. He fixes your hair so the marks he left last night is in full view for anyone, more importantly, for Bucky.

Bucky scoffs before shaking his head at Steve.

“You’ve got it all wrong, punk. You have to start listening before things start to get messy for you. You’re starting something you don’t wanna start--”

“And what is that. Bucky?! You’re the one starting shit here. You’re touching something that’s not yours!”

“For fuck’s sake, Steve! I’m not fucking your girl!” Bucky’s words made the room quiet, only Steve’s heavy breathing could be heard.

“W-what are you talking about? Bucky? Steve?” You look at Bucky and Steve in confusion.

“Steve’s saying that I’m making you cheat on him,” Bucky said with a glare towards his best friend.

“Wh-Why would you think that, Steve?” Steve’s heart skips a beat at the lack of his nickname on your words.

“I heard everything yesterday. Y-You… He was moaning in his room with you...” Steve explained and was answered by Bucky’s unamused laugh.

“Oh, right! We were moaning about how good Sam’s ice cream was. We were deciding who’s going to tell Sam but I guess that’s out of our worries now, ain’t it, doll?” Bucky gives you a faux smile before turning back to a surprised Steve.

“Wait… You ate my…” Sam opened the fridge and it looked like he was about to say something but he shook his head.

“Not the time, Sam… This is not the time…” He tells himself before looking back at the three of you.

“Well, it’s all just a misunderstanding… We can all just forget about it and--” He was cut off by your big movements. You pried Steve’s arm away from you as you stepped back with a look on your face. Whatever it was, Steve didn’t like it.

“Y-you think I’m cheating on you? But you just… Last night…” Your eyes widened in realization and Steve shook his head immediately, knowing what you’re thinking.

“I can’t believe you! W-What were you trying to accomplish, Steve?! You did all that just to prove a point?! And there I thought you were actually doing it for me, you asshole!” You cried before turning towards Bucky.

“I’m sorry for dragging you into this mess. I didn’t know that I wasn’t allowed to enjoy some time with my friends.” You sob before turning towards Sam.

“I’ll replace your ice cream, Sam… I’m sorry as well…” The guys watch as you let out a tired sigh while Steve tried to reach for you.

“Baby… It’s not like that! I-I did it for you! For us!” Steve pulled you into a hug, refusing to let you go. Refusing to let you walk out of his life.

Sam gave Bucky a look and then they walked out of the kitchen, giving you and Steve some privacy.

“You don’t trust me enough that you’d think I’d cheat on you?” Your voice was broken and Steve’s heart couldn’t bear it.

“No! I mean, yes… I trust you, baby! I just don’t trust Bucky with you! I don’t trust anyone with you! People would do anything to take you away from me and, and--”

“And you don’t trust me enough that you think that I’ll let them take me away from you? Do I make you feel like that? Am I doing things that make you think that I’ll do that to you?” You cry as he shakes his head.

“No, baby… It’s just me being… me. I’m being ridiculous, I’m sorry. There’s no excuse for being an asshole. Please, forgive me.”

“You don’t trust me, Steve. There will always be a problem if you don’t trust me, Steve….” Your voice started to become dismissive and it scared Steve endlessly.

“I-I know… I know, baby… I’ll be better. Please. I trust you. I fucking do! I’m just scared, okay? I don’t want anyone taking you away from me. It’s not just Bucky, okay… That was a mistake. I know you two would never do anything like that. There’s just always a threat when I’m around and I don’t trust myself to be able to protect you all the time. I love you too much and I can’t afford to lose you, okay? Baby, I fucking love you too much…” He starts to cry as well, his hold on you becoming tighter and desperate.

“You have to start trusting me, Steve… I know what I’m getting into and I won’t let anything happen to me, to you, or to anyone else here. You have to start trusting me, Stevie. If we want this to work, you’ll have to trust me…”

Steve eagerly nodded, his chin hitting your head slightly, finally glad to hear that nickname again.

“I promise. I fucking promise. I’m sorry for being a fucking asshole. There’s no excuse and I will forever be making up for it.” He pulls away to look at your face, slightly feeling better at the now loving look on your face.

“I’m just hoping that you trust me enough to give me a second chance…” He tilts his head to the side, smiling sadly yet cheekily at you.

“That’s the thing, Stevie…” You sighed exasperatedly as you looked down at the floor.

Steve’s heart shattered at the action. Were you going to deny him? Leave him?

His heart stopped when you turn to look at him with a teasing smile.

“I’ve always trusted you. Until now, I trust you with my life and my heart but please… For the love of Sam’s delicious ice creams…. Would you please just trust me? Trust your friends… Not everyone is out to do you wrong, Stevie…” You smile at him before letting him pull you back in his arms, your arms wrapping around his big frame.

“Thank you. And do trust you, baby. I promise to not be a coward anymore…” He chuckles before kissing the top of your head, whispering endless thanks for taking him back.

“You won’t regret it…” Steve whispered.

“Yeah, but she’ll regret eating my ice cream!” Sam’s voice was heard followed by an ‘ow’ when Bucky slaps his head.

“Glad to have you back, punk.” He grins at Steve as Steve smiles at him apologetically.

“Sorry…” Steve whispers as they too shared a hug.

“Just treat your girl right, punk.” Bucky smiles at Steve then at you.

“I will,” Steve replied assuringly before pulling you closer to him. He’ll do anything and everything for you.

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hispipsqueak · 3 years

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Just One Time

Asahi x F!Reader - NSFW

TW: Angsty, cheating, scumbag reader, manipulation, pregnancy trapping, unprotected sex, sugar daddy Asahi, age gap (reader in mid twenties tho not specified) Asahi in 50′s, unprotected sex, daddy kink

WC: 2.5K

Summary: Asahi’s in a bad marriage and you are there to liven it up...or are you?

A/N: I woke up today and chose violence I guess. @cozykozume and @hiskittyyywrites read this and yelled at me so if you want to yell, I feel that. This started off as a sugar daddy Asahi fic but....we got this instead. Also I really want to hug Asahi. I apologize in advance.

All characters are 18+

It was only supposed to be one time.

Fuck.

It wasn’t even supposed to be one time.

Asahi wasn’t sure how the hell he ended up like this. You were hired to work on his show, doing makeup for the models. His job in the fashion industry put him around beautiful men and women every day, dressing them and posing them. Hell, he saw them naked and yet you, just you sitting there sipping on the glass of champagne at the after party for yet another successful campaign launch had his stomach in knots.

You smirked into your glass as you saw the older designer not so subtly watching you from across the room. Standing up you walked over to the tall man and placed a hand on his chest.

“Great show Mr. Azumane.” You smiled at him. You could feel him tense under his button up shirt.

“Uh, oh you can just call me Asahi. Y-yeah, you did an excellent job on their makeup as well. Your name is Y/N right?”

You laughed, “Oh it’s so sweet you remembered. Most designers never pay attention to the crew...though you are certainly not like most designers.” With this, you slid your hand down his chest. “You’re so built for a fashion designer too.”

Asahi’s face reddened, and he choked on his drink.

“Uh, I uh, used to play volleyball a lot...and work out and stuff...sort of.” He stammered out and you let out another flirty giggle.

“Clearly. You look amazing. Is there anything you can’t do?”

Asahi was hyper aware of your hand on his chest roaming toward his bicep. Your nails grazed his skin. You gazed into his eyes and winked, before finishing your drink and putting the empty glass on the shelf behind him.

“Well...I guess I’m going to head out. Would you walk me out? I’m a little tipsy.”

The next thing you knew, you and Asahi were in the bathroom, his mouth on your neck. Your dress was tugged down below your chest and his fingers made quick work of your bra, throwing it across the room. He groped your tits, pinching and tugging at your nipples. You moaned out and he clapped his hand over your mouth.

“Shh...we can’t get caught.” His dark eyes stared into yours and yours widened.

“Of course.”

Your eyes fell to the silver band on his left hand and your heart raced. Yes of course sleeping with an older married man was probably going to send you to hell, but fuck...it was hot.

You could see him becoming unsure, so you slid your hands to his belt, undoing it before dropping to your knees. You gazed up at him, doe-eyed and Asahi’s resolve crumbled, as he nodded. Your fingers grazed his boxer-clad member.

“Fuck, you’re so big. Can’t wait to taste you.” You whispered, pressing a kiss against his lower abs.

Asahi groaned out as you pulled out his cock, stroking him. Your other hand cupped his balls and he bit his lip to stifle his moan. Slipping him into your mouth, you swirled your tongue around the tip, keeping your eyes locked on his.

“Fuck that f-feels incredible.” Asahi’s panted out. He placed his hands above your head, nervous to put any pressure on you. You grinned.

“You can touch me. Let me take care of you daddy.”

You took him further down your throat, and his hands fell to your hair as you bobbed up and down his cock. You moaned around him, the vibrations causing him to grip your hair tightly.

“F-fuck Y/N. You feel amazing. You’re so good.” Asahi muttered, his eyes closed. It had been so long, too fucking long since someone had worshipped him like this. Your mouth was divine and your moans caused his whole body to tremble. He could feel your throat clench around his cock, as you took him impossibly deeper and he looked down at you. Your eyes were glassy, your lipstick was smudged and you looked so incredibly lewd as you swallowed around his cock.

“Want to make you feel good. Let me have you.” Asahi grunted, pulling you up and bending you over the sink. You met his eyes in the mirror as he lined himself up with your entrance, before digging around in his slacks.

“Shit, condom. What…” He started. You giggled.

“Don’t worry, I’m on the pill.”

You could see the hesitation in his eyes. You arched your back more and looked up at him.

“Please, daddy?”

Fuck it. Asahi sunk into you and you pressed your hand over your mouth. The stretch burned, and you felt like you were being split in half on his cock. He towered over you as he continued pushing his length into you and finally stilled to a stop.

“You okay?” He asked, seeing your body quivering in the mirror. You grinded your hips slowly as a response, stretching yourself on him. As you moved, the pain subsided until all you felt was pleasure. Seeing you work yourself on his cock had Asahi feral. His hands kneaded your ass and hips, feeling how your body begged for him and craved his touch,

“God, beautiful. You take me so well. You’re so fucking perfect.” He whispered out, slowly pumping himself into you. He looked in the mirror as he fucked you, watched as your lips parted to spill moans that sounded like heaven to his ears. He could see your tits bounce with every thrust and it spurred him on even more. He knew it was wrong, knew he shouldn’t be fucking a girl twenty years younger than him in a bathroom at his party but when you looked up at him in the mirror, your eyeliner running down your cheeks and begged for daddy to fuck you harder, well he could only thrust into you faster and harder.

The sound of slapping skin filled the small room, only broken up by soft pants from both of you in an attempt to keep quiet, though you were failing. You could feel his thrusts becoming sloppy and felt yourself slamming towards your peak as well.

“I’m so close, so close angel.” Asahi mumbled, his hand clutching the counter so tightly you were sure it would break.

“Cum inside me, fill me up. Fuck fuck FUCK!”, you moaned out as your cunt clenched around his cock. His hips stuttered and you felt him shoot his load deep inside your hole. You could feel his cock throbbing as it filled you, and he could feel the fluttering of your pussy as it sucked every drop out of him.

The two of you collapsed in a heap on the counter, and as you cleaned yourself up, you placed a quick kiss on his cheek before sneaking out of the room. Asahi ran some cold water, splashed his face, and tried to bury the memory of this occurrence.

It was just supposed to be one time.

But when he got home to a dark house, he couldn’t help but be consumed by thoughts of you. He quietly slipped into his bedroom, praying his wife wouldn’t suspect a thing. He undressed, slipping into bed.

“Sorry I’m so late, the party ran pretty…”

“Can you just hush? I’m trying to sleep and you have to be so loud.” his wife snapped, turning her back to him.

Asahi mumbled a soft apology, and placed his hand on her shoulder.

“Asahi, seriously I’m not in the fucking mood, can you just go to bed?” She shrugged him off. He turned to stare at the ceiling.

It was just one time...right?

Days passed and he tried to push past the guilt he felt by going out of his way for his wife. He set up a reservation for a fancy dinner at an exclusive restaurant in the city, The owner had a daughter who was apparently a big fan of Asahi’s designs so he was able to pull some strings and get a table.

“Hey honey, I got us reservations for dinner tonight. You can wear that pretty red dress I like.” He smiled at her. She didn’t look up from her phone.

“I hate that dress. Why are we even going out? That place is ridiculously expensive.”

Asahi felt his face get hot.

“W-well okay, what would you like to do tonight?”

Still fiddling with her phone, she shrugged.

“Why do we have to do anything? We aren’t young people. God, you don’t get enough partying with your little fashion stuff?”

Asahi looked down at the floor.

“The place was pretty hard to get in. We really should go.” He stammered out, hoping she would change her mind.

She yawned. “Can’t you just take someone from work or something?”

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That was how one time turned to two.

Asahi couldn’t help it. You were so...fun. You hung onto his every word, asking him questions and laughing at his jokes. Your hands were always on him, his thighs, his arms, his chest. You looked at him like he hung the moon.

In turn, he loved spoiling you, lavishing you with high fashion pieces, unreleased from his collection. His guilt for not spending all his time with you led to him making up for it in material goods, which you definitely didn’t mind.

And the sex. God the sex.

You worshipped his cock, begged for him to ruin you. You were adventurous, letting him take control of you, teasing him in public, your fingers grazing his cock through his slacks, shooting him flirty looks as he blushed furiously.

Two times turned into five times, which soon led to a full blown affair. Asahi “worked late” so often, he was sure he’d be caught, but his house was always dark when he came home, his wife in bed asleep.

Yet, his phone had pictures of you, pictures you had taken in his clothes, in the lingerie he bought you that cost more than some people’s entire outfits.

His body still thought about you, the faces you made as you pleaded for his cock. He could imagine the chanting of “daddy” that fell from your lips as he fucked you brainless. Many nights, like tonight, he headed to his shower just to jack off to pictures and videos of your escapades. Your breathy moans filled his ear buds as he gripped the wall, imagining your writhing body underneath him, your warm cunt clamping down on his cock instead of his hand.

He came with a groan, cum splattering on the tile wall. Breathing hard, he turned the hot water on full blast.

Coming down, he watched the water wash his mess down the drain. He hated this feeling, the aftermath of his actions. Knowing his wife was asleep in the next room while he was getting off to his side piece. What kind of man was he? Yes, things had been not so great with his wife recently. But he still loved her...right?

Even if he didn’t want to answer that question and unpack that whole mess, she deserved respect. Not a husband who snuck around behind her back. He had to decide.

His eyes cast themselves down to his wedding band. It felt heavy on his hand.

He had to end things with you.

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“Y/N, we need to talk.” Asahi’s voice shook, as he sipped his glass of water. The two of you were at his studio, a place he knew his wife would never be at. He hadn’t wanted to be in public when he broke the news to you so he invited you over, though now he was a little nervous to be alone with you.

“Asahi, I feel the same way.” You looked at him, biting your lip.

He breathed out a sigh of relief.

“Thank God. This was fun but I feel terrible and I really need to work things out with my wife…”

Your eyes narrowed.

“What are you talking about?” There was an edge to your voice, something he hadn’t heard coming from you.

Asahi’s dark eyes widened. “U-uh, this affair? We need to end it. Isn’t that what you meant?” His voice stammered as he watched your arms cross over yourself.

“Asahi, I’m pregnant.”

The room started spinning. The overhead lighting became harsh and he felt like he was underwater as those words repeated in his brain.

Pregnant....pregnant...pregnant

“Wh- what?! What about the pill?” He practically yelped, his face heating up.

“It didn’t work I guess. I’m carrying your baby...and you’re trying to leave me?” You asked, your voice rising as you stood up.

“I’m not trying to, I mean, I’m, I…” Asahi fumbled his words.

“You just said you want to work things out with ‘your wife’.” You spat the words out in disgust.

“I didn’t know you were pregnant! Are you...are we…?” He trailed off, looking at your stomach, which obviously had no visible changes and yet had visibly changed everything.

“Are you asking me if I’m keeping our baby?” Your eyes widened and Asahi could feel your anger seeping through the air. He quickly shook his head, desperately trying to diffuse the situation.

“No, no I’m n– I just meant...what should I do?” Asahi’s mouth went dry. His body felt like it was going to explode and he wanted the earth to swallow him, anything to get him out of this situation.

“You’re going to help me raise our child, Asahi. It’s our baby.” Your voice was cold. No longer the carefree, fun person he knew but instead a disconnected stranger, who he was now tied to forever.

Asahi put his head in his hands. He was ruined. His marriage was over. And now he was a father, at the ripe old age of 50 to a 20-something year old’s baby. This couldn’t be happening.

He felt your hands touch his shoulder and he looked up at you. Your eyes glittered with a look he couldn’t identify.

“We have some announcements to make, don’t we daddy?” You smiled at him. He stared into space, before taking your hand and following you out the door.

Your heart soared as you prepared on how to tell his wife that she’d be moving out. Maybe you weren’t pregnant yet, but he didn’t have to know that. It’s not like you wouldn’t be soon enough.

After all, it was never just one time.

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whump-town · 4 years

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Take Me to Church

Here it is: my religious!Hotch fic turned Bisexual!Hotch fic. I hope you enjoy my hard work, tears, and disaster bi-thoughts

Warning: language, sex, homosexuality **there’s no real need for a warning for that but I’d just like to market this to my fellow gays**, religious trauma, Catholic guilt, child abuse, smoking, mention of AIDS in passing but no one has it, character death(s) **not anyone major**, Aaron Hotchner’s mega big boy grande sized guilt complex, ooc bc Aaron Hotchner has the proper emotions, and just general all around intense feelings

The only Heaven I'll be sent to, Is when I'm alone with you, I was born sick, but I love it, Command me to be well

Word count: 5,794

Praying never made much sense to Aaron Hotchner.

As a child, he’d prayed with crimson teeth and a bleeding tongue for his mother to be spared in his father’s rampant beatings. The priest always said that prayer shouldn’t be selfish. As he sat on his bruised knees and whispered between sobs, he hadn’t been thinking about himself. He’d been thinking about the little brother in his mother’s womb. About the pregnancy that wouldn’t survive if his father didn’t stop hitting on her. About his poor mother who looked sicker each day.

He must have done something wrong because when God had answered his prayers...

“Come on now son. Don’t be difficult,” the priest’s heavy hands pull him away from his mother’s grave. His suit hadn’t fit well that morning but logged with the rain pouring overhead, it now hangs from his bones. They make their way back home. Back to his miserable son of a bitch father.

That night, the priest had tucked him into bed and Aaron rolls over in his bed to put his back to the man. As the old man turned to cut the lights, Aaron finally speaks for the first time all day. He’d found his voice deep within his chest and laced it with his father’s unhinged anger. “I killed her,” he whispers, hot tears running down his cheeks.

The priest shakes his head. “No.” And, the old man could never know this, but what he said next would stay with Aaron for the rest of his life. “It was her time, son.”

God had killed her.

That day was the first time Aaron had ever seen his father cry. He’d stood in the hallway and watched his father sob on his knees, cursing God and swearing up a storm. At seven-years-old, he wondered if God had a sense of humor. He must, after all, to leave Aaron all alone.

Ten-years later he stood in the same spot his father had kneeled in. He’d looked up at the ceiling and prayed again. He’d begged for his father’s life to be spared. “Just this once, okay, just this once---” but his father had never been a good man. A shitty excuse for a dad but Sean thinks he’s a good man. That’s what mattered: Sean. That’s the only thing that had ever mattered. “For Sean, please? He’s never done anything wrong.”

His father died two days later. A heart attack. The doctor’s called it mercy. For who? The man who beat him senseless for fifteen years before he just sold Aaron off to a boarding school. Calling Aaron’s inability to make friends and emotional outbursts the product of the devil and not his senseless beating. The same man who called Aaron writing with his left hand the simplest proof that his mother had been a whore. She had to have cheated to have created a bastard like Aaron.

Mercy? Is that really what he’d deserved?

He has bible scriptures carved into his back. Thin white lines left by his father’s heavy hand and the black belt he wore to court each Tuesday. The only mercy he’s ever known is the black surrounder right before he falls asleep. That twisted hope that maybe his dad hit him too hard. That he won’t wake up this time.

It felt like communion-- Eucharist, standing to receive his bread and wine.

The body of Christ.

“Daddy please-” he makes no sound as the belt comes down over his shoulder. Any noise is a symbol of greater guilt, a better reason to keep hitting. He doesn’t cry, he doesn’t move.

Amen.

Remember, God is always watching. No bullshitting, he knows.

Aaron cums with a cry. A sob really.

Sam lifts his head from where he’s buried it in Aaron’s neck, leaving the hickey he’d been sucking to die on its own. He sits up, his arousal forgotten as his heart pounds in his chest with fear. “Are you alright,” he asks, pulling them apart with a quick jerk. His hands are traveling down but he stops when Aaron’s hand grabs his wrist. “Baby, if I hurt you---”

Aaron shakes his head but the tears streaming down his face says otherwise. “I’m sorry,” he gasps. He buries his head in his hands, shoulders shaking as he can’t stop the tears. Sam moves out of the way of his legs, giving Aaron the space necessary to curl into himself.

Sam still has no idea what’s wrong. It had been fine. Things were fine.

It occurs to him a moment too late.

“Fuck,” he curses, seething. Not at Aaron or the mood now officially lost--- but for the boy that Aaron never got to be. To the God that Aaron believes so feverishly and unwavering in. “It’s alright,” he soothes, moving along the bed to where Aaron is. He pulls his boyfriend into his lap, holding Aaron to his chest. “Nothing is going to happen, Aaron. It’s going to be okay.”

Sam has never been religious. It wasn’t something his parents had considered important. Standing at over 6’5 and two hundred pounds of just muscle, no one even suspects he’s anything but straight. People who do know… no one’s going to say anything to a guy like him. The same thing goes for Aaron. He may be a little on the scrawny side but he’s 6’2 and no one blinks an eye at the two of them spending so much time together.

It’s not people they have to worry about.

They can be cruel and unaccepting but AIDS is still rampant through-out not only the college’s campus but through-out the gay community.

But Aaron’s a little too preoccupied with God.

Sam’s not even sure if there’s such a thing.

“Aaron!” Picking him up by his shoulders, he pulls Aaron upright. They’ve passed sobbing and moved to a panic attack. “Alright,” Sam fails to soothe. He pulls Aaron off the bed, holding him close when his legs shake beneath him. “Easy,” he mumbles, his heartbreaking--- Aaron can’t walk. It takes a great bit of work on Sam’s part but with a grunt, he lifts Aaron off his feet.

Stumbling in the direction of the bathroom, he carries Aaron. “It’s gonna be alright,” Sam promises. This isn’t the first time this has happened. Sam would like to think he’s a good boyfriend (he is). He did as much research as he could. So that he would know how to help Aaron the next time one of these events started happening.

Into the freezing shower they go.

Clutched, naked body to naked body, they rock until Aaron’s broken sobs die down. Until Sam can feel Aaron’s breathing steady out, hot exhales washing over his goosebump riddled flesh.

Against the bare skin of Sam’s shoulder, Aaron whispers Hail Mary to himself. His long fingers tapping against his thumb like counting rosary beads, “---of thy womb, Jesus. Holy Mary, Mother of God, pray for us sinners now---” It’s the only coping mechanism he’s ever learned.

Sam presses a kiss to his temple. Aaron hates that he turns his head for more. Turns his head until Sam’s hands are tangled in his hair and holding him tightly. Sam kisses him softly, full of love. He doesn’t deserve that.

“Sodomy is a sin,” he whispers, against Sam’s lips.

Sam smiles, shaking his head. He doesn’t care. “Did you like it,” Sam asks, voice husky. He wraps himself back around Aaron, shaking from the cold of the water still pouring down over them. Fingers moving up Aaron’s back, he tangles them in his hair.

Aaron… knows the answer. He also knows that sin is often appealing. Sam is the sin that Aaron can never walk away from. What he always comes back for. “Yes,” he answers, honestly. He had liked it. He’d liked it a lot. Sex with Sam is gentle and overwhelming and--- sin. It’s still sin.

“That’s all that matters,” Sam presses kisses back to Aaron’s neck. Smiling against his skin when Aaron arches into the touch.

Aaron can never make Sam understand that this principle isn’t that simple. It’s a black and white morality. Heaven or hell.

But, maybe…

Sam reaches around behind him and cuts the water off, Aaron shivers against his chest leaning closer to the touches that are trailing down his body. Sam pulls him closer so that Aaron’s in his lap. With a grunt, Aaron allows Sam to push into him and mouth open in a silent cry of pleasure he falls into Sam’s shoulder.

“Jesus,” Sam curses, pulling Aaron closer. “You---” he moans, tilting his head back. This time, Aaron’s sets the pace. Slow and steady. It hurts but it’s an ache he’s familiar with. The lube from earlier mostly washed away but he’s prepped and anything is better than thinking about Hell.

His doomed eternity.

“You’re so good, baby boy.” Sam holds him close, his fingers digging into Aaron’s hips. “Fu-Fuck---”

Why is it that the only thing that has ever made sense to him a sin?

Sam dies in the middle of first semester their Junior year. Though it’s never stated, it’s Aaron’s fault. Sam wouldn’t have been on the road that if Aaron just prayed harder or been a better man. Panic attacks are a product of a shaky relationship with God and Aaron wouldn’t have had one, he wouldn’t have called Sam freaking out, if he’d just… believed harder.

Aaron knows it’s his fault. He never gets over that guilt.

He marries Haley at the end of Senior year and they invite Sam’s parents to the wedding. No one knows the true extent of Aaron and Sam’s relationship but Haley knows something was going on between the two. They’d been high school sweethearts, separated by his years spent away at college. Separated by Aaron’s love for a man.

He comes home different but she loves him. She also knows that her mother approves of Aaron’s God-fearing ways. Religion is good in a man like him, her mother had warned, you can see the darkness in him. She bites her tongue and moves on.

Until she sees the darkness too.

The divorce breaks him.

He starts having panic attacks again, worse than the ones in college. No one notices. He knows they just write him off as a dick. He’s just a robot to them. Emotionless and he can work with that. So, he is a robot. Just marching through life and flying by the seat of his pants, hoping that it all goes well.

But he knows… each night as the panic bubbles in his chest and has him falling to his knees that hell is the only place he’s going. It’s going to take more than prayers to save a sinner like him.

“Hotch?” He jumps at the sudden intrusion. Looking to his left, none other than Emily Prentiss is standing on the balcony. She’s grinning from ear to ear and shaking her head. “What are you doing up so late?”

The cigarette trapped between his lips should answer that well enough.

The thing is, he’s not as slick as he thinks he is. She’s noticed him pulling away. Dave has noticed--- hell, everyone has noticed something is wrong. So, when Emily Prentiss had been tossing and turning in her own bed and smelled the wafting, faint scent of cigarette smoke she’d gotten curious. She certainly hadn’t expected to find him.

“Mind some company?”

And with those three simple words she’d pulled him from the edge.

That night they burned through four cigarettes. Sin, that night, had been just as he remembered it once being. For a moment, as he stood--- her leaning against him and him leaning against her--- he had managed a smile. With a cigarette between his teeth, he’d taken his first real breath in years.

Foyet attacks him in his apartment and as he lies bleeding he hopes this is it. That the world will flicker out, he’s just a candle drowning it’s wax. Will there be a light or…

He wakes up in the hospital and he’s never been this cold in his life.

It’s Emily’s voice that pulls him from the white walls and the pain. She’s saying something about cigarettes and the seasons changing. He smiles, drugged and submissive, when she proposes the team go to Dave’s and get drunk. He doesn't’ even think about God, about the sin and the eternity in hell waiting for him. He just thinks about his team and the only family he’s ever really been a part of.

He wakes up thrashing--- a broken sob on his lips. There’s so much pain and he can’t think about anything other than death. Death and Hell and sin and the pain, oh fuck the pain.

Thin fingers wrap around his, squeezing and he looks up and finds JJ softly soothing him. Her fingers are ghosting along his forearms, rubbing circles into his pale skin. “Just breathe,” she instructs and he’s reminded of Sam and that freezing shower and the---

“Aaron!” she calls and the fortitude, the conviction in her eyes sobers him. “You have to stop,” she tells him, her touch turning hard and that he can focus on. That pulls him back down. “Breathe,” and slowly he relaxes again. She’s softened and he watches the tears pool in her eyes. “Don’t look at me like that,” she chides, softly.

He manages to squeeze her hand.

“We almost lost you,” she whispers and that hadn’t occurred to him. His death happens to other people. It’ll just be… nothing. He must be very high or maybe broken because he thinks of nothing. The nothingness that happens after death and not raging, flaming pits of hell.

JJ presses a kiss to his temple and he closes his eyes. It’s a tender love he… he’s forgotten. “Don’t ever scare me like that again,” she says, her thumb rubbing against his hand. “I don’t like job hunting.”

He doesn’t know how to tell her that the team wouldn’t fall apart if Foyet had chosen to kill him.

She doesn’t know how to tell him that isn’t true.

Foyet does kill Haley and for a long time, it’s like he’s killed Hotch too.

“Hotch!”

The last he’d seen of Emily, she was displeased with his decision to decline his invitation to girl’s night. First, of all, he’s not that dumb. He knew damn well that they wanted him to tag along because Emily had told them about his date with the cute blonde at the coffee shop had gone tits up. Of course, she’d chosen to leave out that his date had failed because she’d entered the shop and wolf-whistled at the sight of him.

But, she has chosen to blame the entire thing on him because he should have told her.

Ah, silly him.

Now, he’s waiting on his front porch for Will to drop her off at his place. Does she have an apartment of her own? Yes. But she’s a clingy drunk and it’s custom for her to come to sleep in his bed. Besides, who else is going to hold her hair up while she pukes?

He smiles when he sees her. God… leave it to him to pick Emily Prentiss, of all people, to be his best friend. Well, he’s not really sure he chose or picked her so much as ended up within her mercy. “Emily,” he greets softly, smiling when she walks right up to him and headbutts his chest. She just falls straight into him.

He shuffles to accommodate her weight but they do this little dance frequently. With one hand on the back of her head, he raises the other to wave to Will that he’s free to go. The detective nods and pulls the car into reverse, JJ and Garcia in the back shouting their own goodbyes.

“Alright,” Hotch rubs her shoulders, shivering from the night’s chill. “Pigging back ride?”

She nods and it’s only with practiced ease that they manage this so easily.

As he stands, he gives her a second to adjust herself before he starts walking back towards his porch. This is the exact reason he does squats at the gym, so his thighs don’t shake as he carries her up the stairs.

“Oh,” Emily whines into his back, where her face is buried. “I hope I didn’t wake Jack.”

He’s overly careful to make sure he doesn’t hit her legs as he steps into the door. Stopping to shut the door behind them he tells her, “he’s not here.” He scowls with concentration as he moves down the hall. “He’s spending the weekend with his cousins.” He’d told her this earlier, too many times. It is one of the smaller reasons she’d invited him to girls night: so he wouldn’t have to be alone in his house.

They share many secrets. He’d been the first person on the team to know she’s gay. He still remains one of the few who know. JJ and Garcia know-- tequila always makes her lose her grip. He also knows that she wants to have a family and about her giant crush on JJ.

Just like she knows that sitting in his empty house stresses him out. He turns into the empty walls and all he can think about is being completely alone while Foyet was trying to hunt down his son and Haley. She knows this and… she’d left him here all by himself.

“Emily,” he whispers, feeling her hot tears soak into the back of his shirt. He’s not mad or even frustrated, he’s just sad. He can’t do anything about it just yet. So, he takes her back to his room. He helps her out of her blouse, replacing it with his George-town hoodie so she can curl her legs into.

Only once she’s situated, his back turned so she can hiccup and dry her tears while she slips into a pair of her own shorts he kneels down in front of her. “Emily.” He shakes his head, she’s still inconsolable, so he pulls her to his chest. “Emily, I’m a grown man.” He rubs her back, “I can handle being in my own home.”

She only cries harder and it hurts him because whatever it is that’s really bothering her he can’t fix.

“Would you love me more if I wasn’t a lesbian,” she asks, sobbing into his shoulder.

Well… he blanks. What is he even supposed to say to that? Now she’s really crying and he’s-- he can’t think of a single thing to say. “Emily…” he shakes his head. “I--I don’t care that you’re a lesbian.” And why would he? How many times have they had the ‘it would be like kissing my brother/sister’ conversation? Or the ‘even if I were straight…’? He doesn’t feel sexually attracted to her.

He just… he loves her because she’s his family.

“You don’t,” she asks, sniffling. She pushes his shoulders away from her so that she can see his eyes. So she can see if he’s lying. “You don’t hate me?” Because she’s certain that he does sometimes. Like he can stand the thought of her.

He shakes his head. “It would be very hypocritical of me to hate you for being gay,” he says, without really thinking about what that means. At what he’s admitting.

Though she doesn’t say anything, the admission sobers her. With tender care he tucks her into bed. Smiling softly when she pulls him down beside her.

They fall asleep on their sides, facing one another. He falls asleep first. Too exhausted to wait her out. Between them, she gently reaches over and brushes her thumb over his cheek bone. Trialing it along the facial hair he’s let grow over the course of their long weekend off.

He breaks her heart.

“So, are we just not going to talk about it?”

They’re watching a basketball game from earlier in the week because it’s Tuesday and she gets to pick what they watch on Tuesdays. Granted, it’s sports and he hates sports which means that he gets to pick whether or not they sit close. She knows something is wrong because he puts the entire couch between them. They’re not even sharing a blanket and he always lets her have some of his blankets.

She gets cold easily.

“Talk about what, Emily?” The way he says her name… it’s not right. He always says Emily kindly, loving. He says her name and it makes her proud to be Emily but this time it’s a reprimand and she sees it for exactly what it is—- an attempt to push her away. To make her feel afraid to push on.

But she’s been gay for so long, openly gay. It takes more than a little bit of attitude to scare her off. “You,” she says, softly. “You’re gay, Aaron, and—-“

He flinches at the word gay. Recoiling. “Emily,” his tone shifts to pleading.

“You—-“ she shifts too. She turns her body to face her, no longer relaxed. “Aaron, there’s nothing wrong with being gay.”

Sodomy, Aaron thinks. First and for most, there’s sodomy and it’s a sin to love a man. A sin to love men in a way he could never love Haley. Which Emily would understand if he told her about his sex life with Haley. Rather, his nonexistent sex life with Haley. He loved Haley so much but he could never love her the right way. The way God had intended.

By the time he manages to raise his eyes to hers, there are tears streaming down his face. He’s so helplessly broken and he can’t even hide it.

“Oh, Aaron.” Emily pulls him against her chest, rubbing up and down his back as he sobs. “I…” she doesn’t know what to say. She knows it’s the Catholisim here at play but her youth was so very different from his. Matthew had saved her from the fate Aaron had succumbed to. Matthew had shown her the churches many faults and…

Aaron had no one.

No one but the Bible and a God who never answered back.

“There’s nothing wrong with being gay,” she whispers, rocking their bodies gently. “There’s nothing wrong with you Aaron.”

He sobs even harder. He wishes he could believe that. He does. He wishes he could but…

They agree to never talk about it. Meaning, Emily begrudgingly lets it go.

The universe isn’t ready for Hotch to shove it under the rug though.

There’s this barista at the coffee shop downtown--- more than a barista, he’s the owner, actually. He’s a giant. He almost makes Hotch feel small in comparison. In college, he’d been a football player but he’d messed his knee up pretty bad Junior year. He became dependent on the painkillers he’d received after surgery. He’d dropped out of college a few months later.

Hotch learns all of this only after two coffees.

One that he has Monday with the man’s phone-number and name scribbled onto the side of his cup. His cheeks had turned a furious shade of pink when Morgan had asked who Charlie is and if she was pretty. For some reason, despite coaching himself over and over in the mirror that he’d never go back--- Hotch goes back to the coffee shop Thursday.

This time as Hotch is handing the other man a five dollar bill he adds his own phone-number and name attached with a simple sticky-note.

He’s not even out the door yet when his phone vibrates.

“I thought I’d scared you off, mysterious FBI man.”

It makes him stop in his tracks. A smile tugs at his lips and there isn’t a single thought in his head about church or God or his father just this impossibly good feeling in his chest. It’s been so long since he’s done the flirting thing but he replies: “As good as mysterious FBI man sounds, I typically go by Aaron. Besides, it takes a little bit more than a phone-number to scare me off”

The texts keep coming and Hotch doesn’t mind.

Charlie tells him about college and Hotch tells him about the team. It’s out of character for him to be so open but it’s just coffee and flirting and a really hot barista.

The feeling is very mutual.

“Kiss me, g-man.”

Hotch shakes his head, chuckling when Charlie throws his hips over Hotch’s waist. “You’d better---” whatever threat he’s making half-heartedly turns into a groan when Charlie starts planting open mouth kisses along his collar. Sucking a hickey under his ear where it will be painfully obvious to the team.

When Hotch lets out a grunt, his hand grabbing at Charlie’s shirt and the other going to his hair Charlie laughs. He buries his face in Hotch’s neck, his hand traveling down to the front of his pants. “Is that your gun?” he pulls back with a smirk.

Lightly, he pushes Aaron back on the bed. Charlie’s nimble fingers wrap around his jeans, pulling the tight fabric off of his ass.

“I don’t remember asking for this,” Hotch grunts, fist clenched tightly in the bedsheets. It’s the only way he can assure that he won’t go bucking into Charlie’s palm the minute he starts touching again. He’s not going to cave like that.

To his credit, Charlie stops. He plants his hands on both sides of Hotch’s hips, his mouth sending a dangerous gust of warm air over Hotch’s straining cock. He lifts an eyebrow, “say the word, Aaron.” Say the word and it stops. They don’t dance along fancy lines like that. Charlie wouldn’t do that.

Sitting up, Aaron wraps his legs around Charlie’s hips. He runs his fingers up through Charlie’s hair, kissing him. With a smile he pulls away and whispers, “fuck me, Charlie.”

And he’ll be damned if he doesn’t do just that.

Sodomy is way better than Aaron remembers.

They’re about three months into this when Charlie learns that Hotch hasn’t told a soul about him. At least, not really. Not past the point of passing in conversation. Hell, he hasn’t even told them that Charlie isn’t some bombshell blonde woman but a 6’4 black man who owns the coffee shop.

“Fine,” Hotch caves despite the anxiety leaving him so unnerved he’s shaking. “Do you want to come with me to Dave’s this weekend?” He’s got an edge to his tone. He’s hoping Charlie takes the bait and rolls his eyes. He almost hopes for a fight.

Charlie nods his head, “I would like to, actually.”

Fuck.

Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.

“Okay.”

It’s not okay. It’s far from it.

He sits on edge for the rest of the week. Begging for a case. None come.

If Charlie has anything to say about Hotch letting go of his hand when they step out of the car, he doesn’t say anything. He does offer him a supportive smile, reaching between them to squeeze Aaron’s bicep.

“Dave,” Hotch breathes the other man’s voice and Charlie can hear the panic seeping into his deep tone. But then he just blanks.

Charlie stretches his hand out, “I’m Charlie.”

Dave gets over his momentary shock very quickly. “Charlie,” Dave shakes his head with a smile. He avoids the hand being offered and pulls the younger man in for a hug. “I have heard so much about you! I was just a little shocked. I was expecting--”

Charlie laughs, “a woman.”

Dave claps him on the back. “Well, yes, I was.” He smiles at Hotch next, pulling him in for a hug too. Dave can feel just how unnerved Hotch is but he doesn’t comment. He just squeezes him a little tighter. “More so,” Dave says, “I was expecting a blonde. He really likes blondes.”

Charlie glances back at Aaron, keeping his smile in place even when Aaron can’t look up from his intense battle with the floor.

“Well, come on in! I’ve got enough bourbon and food in here to feed a small army!”

Charlie steps inside first, Aaron hot on his heels.

Charlie turns around, to look back at Aaron. Calling the other man’s name for attention. “Aaron,” he calls softly, grabbing his hand. “Show me to the bathroom.”

Hotch nods his head, eyes vacant as he moves on through the room. Ghosting. “It’s, ugh,” Hotch points lamely to the door.

Charlie pulls him into the small room. Aaron making a small grunt of protest. “Look at me,” says, stern but not overbearing. “Aaron, please.”

It takes a moment but Aaron pulls his eyes off the floor. He grimaces when a tear falls down his cheek, ashamed of this display of emotion. This vulnerability.

With a sad smile, Charlie wipes it away with the pad of his thumb. “They didn’t know did they?”

Leaning forward, Hotch buried his face in Charlie’s blue t-shirt. It’s old and soft and it does nothing to slow his tears. He shakes his head. “They didn’t.”

Fuck. Charlie wraps his arms around Hotch, pulling him close. “Why didn’t you just say so?”

What other options are there? If Charlie hadn’t forced his hand Hotch would have happily died in the blissful lie he’d created. He could have died alone. No need to come out. Hell, if he’d just found another blonde woman he could have married her and died “straight”.

Anything is better than this in-between.

“Aaron,” Charlie breathes his name sadly. He doesn’t know what to say. His family had disowned him. So, he can’t just reassure Aaron it’ll be okay but Dave took it so well. “Have you even given them a chance?”

Well… Dave did take it very well and Emily already knows.

“No,” he answers honestly.

Charlie presses a kiss to his temple, asking, “maybe you should give them the benefit of the doubt?”

A knock at the door makes them both jump.

“Hotch,” Reid whines from the other side. “I really have to go.”

Hotch smiles and that makes Charlie smile. “Good?” he asks.

Hotch nods, “good.”

The pair step out of the bathroom.

Reid blushes and slides past.

“You don’t think he thinks we were…”

Hotch nods, “more than likely.”

Heading back down the hall, Charlie leans into Hotch’s side. “Which one was that?”

“Reid.”

Charlie hums his understanding. Cuter than he’d imagined. Aaron had said tall and thin but it really did the genius no justice. He’s an attractive young man. “You didn’t tell me he was cute.”

Wrapping his arm around Charlie’s waist he pulls the other man closer. His heart is beating hard in his chest but he kisses the other man, closing his eyes and enjoying this moment. Separating just enough to say, “I think he said he plays for your team. If you’re interested.”

“My team,” Charlie repeats. He runs a finger along Aaron’s brow, sweeping his hair back. “My team is you,” Charlie rolls his eyes. “Doofus.”

Hotch’s jaw drops. “Doofus?”

Charlie smiles, “my doofus.”

Emily stops at the mouth of the hall, having heard the dee rumbling sound of voices “That’s fucking adorable.”

Hotch groans, pushing his face into Charlie’s chest.

“Don’t groan at me,” she says. “You’re the bastard that came out to me. Ghosted me. Then went and got a boyfriend.”

Hotch grimaces, “Emily…”

She waves him, turning her attention to Charlie. “You,” she sticks her hand out and they share a handshake. “You got yourself a good one. He can be an ass though.”

Charlie chuckles at that, “he really can be. Also, insufferable.”

Emily opens her mouth in happy shock. “Right? What about him being a know-it-all?”

Charlie nods, “don’t forget being a tight ass.”

Hotch feels a comment about their sex lives attempting to roll of his tongue. Something along the lines of Charlie saying he’d liked his ass last night— instead he just grunts. “Enough about me,” he grumbles.

Emily smiles at both of them. She really is happy. Hotch deserves to be happy. With a smirk she motions for them to follow her. “Come on, drinks?”

Somehow, despite everything Hotch had convinced himself, everything is fine.

Charlie ends up wondering off with Morgan. The two deep into a conversation about a beam Morgan’s building around. Hotch had watched Charlie gag down Garcia’s awful shots and listen to Reid talk about thermodynamics.

And when Hotch’s anxiety started getting bad again, Charlie was right there. Hotch hadn’t said anything, he didn’t even close himself off. Emily had just excused herself to go yell about something with JJ, leaving him leaning against the bar in the kitchen. But Charlie had come up and squeezed his hand. Winking for good measure. Hotch’s anxiety, like his heart, melted into a puddle around his feet.

“Goodbye,” Emily wishes them a farewell. She kisses both their cheeks and holds on to Hotch a moment longer than she normally would. “So, does this mean we’re back on for movie nights?”

Hotch nods. He’s missed their movie nights. He’s missed hanging out with her.

In the end, it’s the two of them and Dave.

Hotch’s anxiety rears it’s ugly head. Another painful reminder of the childhood he’ll never escape. Of God and sin and hell. The Catholic Church is solid force in Dave’s life and he’s askin Dave to choose. And Aaron knows he’s not going to be chosen.

“You boys good to drive home?” Dave hands Charlie a Tupperware container of leftovers.

Charlie nods, “we’re okay.”

Well, Charlie is. Hotch is little tipsy and one wrong word away from throwing up on the porch.

“Be safe,” Dave says, pulling Charlie in for a hug first. He pats his back, lowering his head to whisper. “Take care of my boy, you here?”

It makes Charlie smile. They’d briefly discussed Aaron’s real father but Charlie can see exactly what Aaron had meant when he said Dave had been the man that raised him. He’s gentle and firm and Charlie is glad Aaron was able to find a father. “Of course,” Charlie responds. “Someone has to.”

That makes Dave chuckle. Damn right.

“Come here, son.” Aaron’s always been bigger than Dave, not that he minds. He pulls him down into his arms, pressing a kiss to his cheek. Lowering his voice he whispers, “I’m glad you brought Charlie. He’s a good man. I’m proud of you.”

Hotch feels the dam break. He wraps his arms tighter around Dave, all of his youth and sexuality and feelings finally making sense. He doesn’t have to chose. He can be himself and be happy, it’s allowed.

Aaron Hotchner didn’t kill his mother or his mother. He’s always done his best and that’s all he can do.

“You’re a good man,” Dave whispers, rubbing his back.

And… Aaron might just be starting to believe him.

#criminal minds #tw child abuse #out of character #criminal minds fanfiction #aaron hotchner #sean hotchner #emily prentiss #david rossi #haley hotchner #derek morgan #spencer reid #penelope garcia #jennifer jareau #tw cigarettes #lesbian emily prenitss #george foyet

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Behind The Mask

Request: Yes / No Could you do a Flash x fem! Reader, where R has had a crush on Barry for years but he’s already with someone, at a town masquerade, she goes in disguise and takes a new name, to which she and Barry end up sleeping together that night and she leaves early so he doesn’t find out but one day he finds the mask in her closet and he argues with her about and leaves to go his gf’s birthday party meanwhile she overdoes on ecstasy drugs and when he comes back to apologize, he finds her and that she’s-That she’s pregnant and she’s in a coma and it’s months and she only comes out of it when the baby is out and you can decide the ending, fluffy or angst, either works Anon

Requests are open <3 Have a nice day/night

Barry Allen x Fem!Reader

Word count: 2495

Warnings: SMUT! Overdosing, and a little bit of cursing

Y/N: Your Name

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

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I’ve been in love with my best friend forever. Barry Allen was always there for me and he just always wanted to help people. The only problem was that he was taken by a girl he met in Jitters. I couldn’t help myself from feeling jealous. Here he was with a girl he hardly knew, meanwhile I was here hopelessly in love with him. We had so much in common and we got along great. I should have told him that I love him sooner…

The police department was having a masquerade ball and the whole city was invited. I of course wanted to go because I love dancing. I went out and got a long black and blue dress, matched it with my silver heels, my Mother’s earrings, and a silver mask. I curled and did two small braids in the back for my hair. For makeup, I did a black, blue, and silver smokey eye and paired it with a dark purplish grey lip.

I walked into the party and spotted Barry from a mile away. He was always easy to spot. I noticed his girlfriend wasn’t with him and I smiled slightly. Maybe tonight was the night. No! Get that out of your head Y/N! He’s taken and you can’t change that… I decided I needed a drink. A strong one. I walked over to the bar and ended up downing a few drinks. That’s when someone walked up to me.

“Are you alright?” He asked and I looked to see none other than Barry. My heart skipped a beat.

“Yes, my date just skipped out on me.” I lied. What the hell was I doing?

“That’s not right, he shouldn’t leave a pretty girl alone.” He said and I blushed.

“I’m Barry.” He offered me his hand.

“Samantha.” I said, taking his hand.

“Well Samantha, would you like to dance?” He asked.

“I would love to.” I smiled. This is wrong. A little voice inside my head said, but I ignored it. It was only one dance. Barry led me to the dance floor and he held me close. It was the perfect moment, like no one else but us were on that dance floor.

After a few dances we ended up drinking a bit together. It seems like he got drunk pretty quick and was getting a little touchy. I should have stopped it, but I didn’t want to.

“How about we go back to my place?” He asked and I bit my lip.

“I’d love to.” I answered and he led me outside. We got an Uber and went to his place. As soon as we got up to his apartment and the door was closed, his lips were on mine. We were desperately pulling clothes off each other and he pulled me into his bedroom. He pushed me on the bed and he hovered over me. Our masks were still on and he went to pull it off, but I stopped him.

“Wouldn’t it be more fun if we keep them on?” I asked and he smirked.

“I like the way you think.” He said and started kissing my neck. My head fell back as he trailed kisses down to my chest. His hand found my wet pussy and I sighed as he gently caressed it. He traced my collarbone with his lips and I bit back a moan. He kissed all the way down to my pussy and started licking teasingly. He lapped hungrily at my pussy and I gripped the bed sheets.

“Barry!” I moaned and he went faster, almost inhuman fast, but I thought that was just the alcohol tricking me. I moaned and bucked under his attack and I couldn’t stop the orgasm that came. I grabbed him and pulled him in for a kiss, tasting myself on his lips. I pushed him back and slowly pushed my mouth onto his hard cock. I looked up at him as I worked his erection expertly. I was jerking what I couldn’t fit in my mouth. He was groaning and he gently wrapped his fingers in my hair.

“I-I’m gonna cum!” He said between groans. I didn’t stop, I just kept on sucking and pumping his cock. He pulled me off and up to kiss me hard. He groped my breasts as his other hand explored my body. He flipped us so he was on stop without breaking the kiss. He paused as the tip of his cock pressed into my swollen lips.

“Please.” I begged. I gasped as he pushed his full length into my tight pussy. I moaned loudly into his mouth. Slowly he began to pull out and pushed back in. He continued pumping his cock in and out of me as I gasped and moaned.

“Yes Barry! Yes!” I moaned. He fucked me harder and faster, again almost inhuman fast.

“Oh fuck! I’m so close!” I moaned. Barry didn’t stop. He continued ramming his cock into my pussy. Barry seemed to go even faster and I screamed as the orgasm crashed through my body. I bucked against him, riding out my oragsm.

“Fuck!” Barry moaned and came inside me. Barry pulled out of me and he pulled me to cuddle into him. He passed out pretty quickly and everything hit me. I had just lied to my best friend and slept with him! He has a girlfriend! What the fuck did I just do? I quietly got up and dressed. I snuck out of his place and got an Uber to mine.

It’s been three months since I spelt with Barry. I had said anything and neither has he. As the months went on I started feeling sick and I ended up taking a pregnancy test. I was pregnant and Barry was the only one that could be the father…

“Hey Y/N/N, it’s been a while since we’ve hung out, wanna hang out before Izzy’s party?” Barry asked and I thought for a moment.

“Yeah sure.” I answered, hoping it would hide the nervousness that I was feeling.

“Your place? I’ll bring the pizza.” He asked and I nodded without thinking.

“Sounds good.” I said and he smiled.

“Great, I’ll see you in an hour.” He said and hung up. I didn’t really think about him finding the mask. There was no way he'd be able to.

As promised he showed up an hour later with two pizzas. I let him in and smiled as he gave me a side hug. We went to my couch and Barry put on a musical we both love. The two of us were eating pizza and singing, it was perfect.

“I’ll be right back.” He said and walked off to my room.

“What are you doing?” I called.

“Going to the bathroom!” He called back.

“You know I have a bathroom in the hall right?” I called.

“Yeah but you keep the best smelling soap in yours!” He called back and I rolled my eyes.

“What a stupid reason.” I laughed. I was waiting for Barry to come back and when he did he didn’t look happy.

“What’s wrong?” I asked, worried.

“What the hell is this?” He asked, slamming the mask I wore to the masquerade party. My eyes widened and I tried so hard to think of a lie.

“You were at the party Y/N, or should I call you Samantha?” He asked, clearly pissed.

“I-I was drunk Barry! I didn’t know what I was doing!” I said with tears in my eyes.

“You knew it was me and still let me do something so fucking stupid? I cheated on Izzy and I felt horrible! And it was fucking you this whole time!?” He growled.

“I-I’m sorry Barry, I’m so sorry!” I cried.

“I can’t believe you! I-I can’t even deal with this right now.” He said and stormed out of my place. My heart broke. I was sure Barry hated me now. I was such a horrible person. I didn’t even get to tell him that I was pregnant. No, that would only make things worse. I felt so overwhelmed with emotions that I couldn’t think straight. I ran to my bathroom and pulled out my anti-depressants that I haven’t had to use in a few years. As I walked out of my bathroom I noticed the molly that my friend left here so no one would find it. I stared down at the pill bottle in my hand and then at the molly. Fuck it. I grabbed a few tabs and dumped some pills into the same hand. I shoved them all in my mouth and took a big gulp of water, swallowing all the drugs. I wanted everything to stop. I laid down on my bed and shut my eyes, just waiting for the pain to end.

Barry’s POV

It’s been a day since I talked to Y/N, I was too angry at her. Why the hell would she do this? There was only one person I could talk to about this and that was Iris. So I went to her place and told her everything.

“There you have it.” I said with a sigh.

“Well she was drunk.” Iris said.

“She knew it was me and used a fake name!” I said.

“Well yeah, Barry Y/N had been in love with you forever and you’re too stupid to realize it. Her drunk mind probably didn’t want to ruin your friendship, but still just get one thing she wanted.” Iris said and I stared at her with wide eyes.

“She loves me?” I questioned.

“Yeah, you’re telling me you never noticed?” She asked and I shook my head.

“You’re so oblivious.” Iris shook her head.

“But I’m with Izzy…” I said.

“Do you love Izzy?” She asked and I thought about it for a moment.

“If you have to think about it, then you don’t.” She said after a minute.

“Do you love Y/N?” She asked and I nodded.

“See, no thought needed.” She said with a smirk.

“Oh God, I have to tell her!” I said shooting up. Before I could run out my phone rang.

“Hello?” I answered a number I didn’t recognize.

“Is this Barry Allen?” A woman asked.

“Yes, who is this?” I asked, confused.

“I’m a nurse at Central City Hospital, your number was on Y/N Y/L/N’s emergency contact list.” She said.

“What? Is she alright?” I asked and Iris looked at me worried.

“She’s in a coma, she overdosed on MDMA and antidepressants. We managed to save her and the baby-”

“Baby?” I cut her off.

“Yes, would you like to come see her and fill out some paperwork for us?” She asked.

“I’ll be right there.” I said and hung up.

“What’s happening? What’s this talk about a baby?” Iris asked.

“Y/N’s in the hospital, she overdosed and she’s pregnant…” I said and her eyes widened.

“What? Is she alright?” She asked.

“She’s in a coma and they said the baby’s okay.” I said.

“You need to go!” Iris said and pushed me to the door. I nodded and ran. I made it to the hospital quickly and a nurse told me what room she was in. She gave me some paperwork to fill out and I went into Y/N’s room. She was laying in bed with her eyes closed with needles and tubes poking her body. I looked down at her stomach and you could see a small bump starting to form. I sat down and looked at her in shock. Why would she do this? Did she know she was pregnant? Was this because of me? I started filling out the paperwork and a nurse came in.

“Do you happen to know who the Father is? We would like to contact him.” She asked.

“I’m not sure, but it’s possibly mine…” I answered and her eyes widened slightly.

“Oh, well we can do a DNA test now if you would like.” She said and I looked at Y/N.

“Will it hurt her or the baby?” I asked.

“Not at all.” She answered with a smile.

“In that case, please.” I said and she nodded.

“I’ll be back in a bit with the supplies.” She said and left. When she returned she took blood from the both of us and said that I should get the results soon.

I ended up breaking up with Izzy and visited Y/N everyday. I watched her belly grow with my child. The results confirmed it. She was pregnant with my baby. I wanted her to wake up so I can tell her how sorry I was for pushing her to this point.

Y/N’s POV

I woke up to crying. It was a baby’s cry. I groaned as I sat up and looked around. I was in the hospital? Why? I noticed Barry holding a crying baby.

“Barry?” I asked, confused. He looked over at me with wide eyes.

“Y/N? Oh my God!” He said. He put the baby down and came to my side.

“You’re awake!” He said.

“What happened?” I asked.

“You overdosed and you’ve been in a coma for months.” He said and my eyes widened.

“What?” I asked shocked.

“And you had this little guy.” Barry smiled and picked up the baby again. I stared at this little boy in shock.

“W-What?” I asked with tears in my eyes.

“They've been bugging me for a name, it’s been two weeks since he was born.” He said. That’s when everything hit me and I started to cry.

“I’m so sorry Barry! I’m so sorry!” I said and Barry put my baby down. He gathered me in his arms and kissed my head.

“Hey, it’s okay. Everything’s okay.” He said.

“How can you say that? I lied to you! I’m the worst person!” I cried.

“No you’re not. I’m an idiot for not seeing that you’re in love with me.” He said and I looked up at him.

“And I know he’s my son.” He added and I bit my lip.

“I’m sorry Barry, I-” I was cut off by Barry’s lips on mine. I melted into the kiss, but we pulled apart when our son started crying again.

“I think this little guy wants his Mommy.” He said picking up our son and placing him in my arms. He instantly stopped crying and I smiled down at him.

“Hey little one.” I whispered and kissed his head.

“What do you want to name him?” Barry asked.

“W-What about Henry?” I asked and Barry’s smile grew.

“It’s perfect.” Barry whispered and pecked my lips.

“What about Izzy?” I asked and bit my lip.

“I broke up with her when Iris helped me realize that I love you too.” He answered and I couldn’t hold back my smile.

“I love you too Y/N.” He said and kissed me again.

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Something New (m)

Summary: You suggest to your boyfriend, Jin, that you try something new in the bedroom, and you aren’t sure how he’s going to react.

Genre: Smut and a small amount of Angst

Warnings: masturbation, oral sex (m. receiving), fingering, soft dom!Jin, swallowing, marking, a very small amount of cum play, an accidental tiny bit of angst

Word count: 3967

A/N: so...here it is. My first fic published here. I did not picture it was going to be smut, but here it is. Thank you so much to @taetaesbaebaepsae for encouraging me and loving me. You inspire me, and I love you. Also, thanks to @purpletigertaetae for being hella supportive.

You had been nervous to see your boyfriend, Jin, because you hadn’t talked to him since this morning when you’d mentioned to him that you might like to try to be a little “more adventurous” in the bedroom. He usually texted you throughout the day with dumb jokes and puns he thought of, but he had been upset when you left. It’s not that sex with him was bad; you just wanted to expand.

Sex with Jin was good, but it was starting to feel a little bland after years of the same thing over and over. You had a routine. Only in the dark, in your bedroom at night before going to sleep. You would start by making out. He would put his hands in your shirt and roll his thumbs over your nipples until you whimpered for him, then he would shift slightly on top of you and put his hand in your underwear. He would rub your clit and finger you at varying speeds and intervals (you’d tried telling him that it’s better to just do one thing at a consistent speed, but he got so excited that he had a hard time controlling himself). He would be bucking into your hip by the time you hit your orgasm (if you hit it). It was never an overwhelming, blacking-out, toe-curling orgasm. Just a tensing of muscles and a release of pressure. It felt good, but it never felt amazing. After that you’d get on top of him and grind down on his clothed length. You would slide down, kissing his stomach on the way down and take his length into your mouth. You’d bob up and down, tasting his salty precum until he pulled you up to ride his dick until he came. You would ride him, leaned back, tits bouncing until he hit his release. When he came, he came hard, and then it was done.

Every time. The same thing. For years.

And it was fine. Until one day, you read a story online. You hadn’t been looking for smut, really. It came up in a search for something else, and the prose was intriguing. Before you knew it, you were soaking through your panties reading about one character tying the other to the bed, choking her, and degrading her. You masturbated in the shower thinking about those scenes, crying out as you came hard from rubbing gentle, slow circles on your clit.

So you read more. Everything that you could get your hands on, particularly the ones where a mild-mannered guy took a dominant role.

After that, you couldn’t stop thinking about it. It was on your mind in everything that you did. As you folded the laundry, you couldn’t help but wonder how it would feel to have your hands bound to the headboard with the lace panties you were folding absentmindedly again and again. As you typed up reports at work, you wondered what it would feel like to have Jin call you “his little slut,” instead of the usual “princess” or simply “y/n.”

Jin noticed how distracted you were. When he rolled on top of you, rutting against you like always while rolling your clit between his fingers, you didn’t respond to his body the way that you normally did, didn’t lean up into him, arching your back. He didn’t say anything right away, ego feeling slightly bruised, but he had definitely noticed.

Then one morning, as you sat at the table with your coffee cup, he stood over you until you looked up at him with big, confused eyes.

“All right. What is up with you? Am I doing something wrong?” he asked, his voice revealing the hurt that his expression was trying to cover.

“Nothing? What? No,” you responded confused and taken aback by his sudden accusations.

“The last few times that we’ve had sex you’ve clearly been...distracted. So what is it? I’m starting to worry. Is there someone else?”

Tears are starting to pool behind his eyes as he crosses his arms in front of his chest.

“What? No. Baby, oh my god. No.”

You stand up, reaching for him, but he pulls away, refusing to look into your eyes.

“Don’t say it’s nothing. Don’t say that nothing is wrong because something is definitely wrong.”

“Jin, baby, you have to believe me. You aren’t doing anything wrong. I’m not cheating on you. I don’t know where this is coming from, but I think I’m maybe just distracted by work.”

“Stop lying to me. Just tell me,” he says in a barely audible, miserable voice, a single tear cinematically rolling down his cheek.

“Fuck, Jin. No please. Fuck,” you coo.

You hadn’t realized how much this would hurt him. You had been afraid to ask him, afraid to hurt him or make him think that you didn’t like what you had. But now he’s staring at you with so much pain and fear in his eyes that you know that you have to tell him. You take a step forward, gently placing your hands on his shoulders and sigh.

“Jin, look at me. It’s not that you’re doing anything wrong. I...I just was reading something online, and I think that I’d like to...change things up a little bit in bed. There are some things that I want to try that I think that you might like to. I want you to dom me, and I...I didn’t know how to bring it up. I’m so sorry. I never meant to hurt you.”

“Things you want to try? So I am doing something wrong.”

“No, baby, I promise. That’s not it. I love what we do, but I know it could be even better.”

Your phone buzzes on the table, and you look down to see that it’s 10 minutes past the time that you needed to leave for work. Fuck.

“Go,” he says meekly, “we can finish this later.”

You look him in the eyes, trying to convey as much love as possible with your gaze. You run your thumb over his cheek to wipe away the tear streaks and chastely kiss his lips.

“I love you,” you say, as you gather your keys and phone off the table.

“I love you too. So much,” he whispers as you glance over your shoulder before shutting the door.

***

Jin felt torn. He knew felt like you wouldn’t lie to him, and he trusted you. But you had been so distant, and you’d never acted like that before. You were always the first person to laugh at his stupid jokes, and you were the person who would rub your hand up his thigh, kiss up his neck to his ear, and moan into his mouth.

He tried to do his normal off-day routine, but he couldn’t seem to focus on anything. Two things you had said stuck in his mind. You had been doing some reading, and you wanted him to dom you. He’d be lying if he said he had thought about you pliant and submissive underneath him, following his every command. He didn’t know that you had been interested in that because it had never come up in conversation.

By noon, Jin can’t control his curiosity anymore. He sits down in front of your computer opens the browser. He goes into your history, and there it is: countless pornographic short stories that you had been reading. He couldn’t help but think that he really needed to teach you how to use Incognito again. He starts to click through the stories and read. He is captivated by the stories on the screen. Thousands of words describing unassuming, mild-mannered guys with substantial dicks taking control of a normally self-assured, career-driven woman. When he reads the words “my little slut,” for the umpteenth time he feels himself hardening in his pants. He loves you so much, and he wants everyone, including you, to know that you are only a slut for one person, you’re his little slut.

***

When you walk in the door, you aren’t sure what to expect. After this morning, you’re worried that Jin is going to tell you to get your stuff and get out. You throw down your bag and keys, calling out for Jin.

When you come around the corner to your bedroom, he meets you there and, without saying a word, pushes you up against the wall with his body. You let out a little surprised “ooh” as your back hits the wall and he presses his lips into yours. His firm, broad chest presses into yours and keeps your firmly in place. He guides your mouth with his hard, feverish kisses that make your face heat up. As he leans further into you, his already hard cock presses against your stomach, and you feel the heat spreading down through your belly and between your thighs. He pulls away from your lips and starts to nip at your neck and collarbone.

“Hi to you too,” you say. “What’s going on?”

With his mouth still against your skin, he responds, “I did some reading. You should learn to clear your browser history.”

He bites down on the skin on your neck sucking and laving his tongue over the bruise you can already feel forming. You are too turned on to be embarrassed that he saw all the smut you’d be reading. He brings his large hand into your hair, running his fingertips over your scalp before wrapping your hair around his fist. He lifts his eyes and meets your gaze. He gives a gentle tug of your hair.

“Is this all right?” he asks before moving any further.

You nod as vigorously as you can with all of your hair in his hand.

“Uh uh, baby girl, use your words,” he admonishes.

“Yes. Please pull my hair, Jin.”

He presses his mouth to yours again, full lips overpowering yours while his tongue traces along your bottom lip. He pulls his lips away from yours and pulls gently on your hair. You can’t help the urge to talk that comes over you.

“Please, Jin, harder.”

He looks at you with something like menace in his eyes, pulling your hair until you feel the pricks in your scalp. The tug angles your head differently, and Jin runs his tongue along the newly exposed line from your collarbone up to below your ear then nips at the skin of your neck.

You cannot stop the moan that escapes you, deep and primal.

“You don’t call the shots anymore,” a breathy whisper tickles your ear, “...this is okay, right?”

“Yes. You’re amazing. You’re so fucking hot,,” you whisper back as your mouth finds his again, his hand still pulling your hair taut.

He pushes into you again, thrusting his erect dick into you for friction and lets out a small, low moan. He releases your hair and pushes you onto the bed.

“Take your clothes off,” he commands, tone unrecognizable from the sweet, silly boy that usually occupies that body.

You throw your shirt over your head and pull your jeans down, struggling to kick them off. You look up to see two intense, blown out eyes watching you.

“All of it.”

You unhook your lace bra and throw it to the side, keeping eye contact. His tongue darts to the corner of his mouth, and his eyes follow your hands as you hook your thumbs into the waistband of your panties and slide them down your thighs and kick them off toward him. He catches them and makes a low growl in his chest. He puts them to his nose and inhales deeply before he throws them aside.

“Lie down and spread yourself open for me,” the voices commands again.

You do as your told, slightly embarrassed by how much you are dripping from the domineering persona Jin has taken on.

“Oh, so wet for me? I can see you glistening from here, baby. You’re such a little slut for this cock, aren’t you?”

Your eyes widen at the use of the term, and you feel your cunt unexpectedly clench around nothing. You whimper again just from his word.

“Is this okay?” He asks again, with wide innocent eyes. When you nod, he continues, “then use your words, you little slut. If I have to tell you again, I’m going to punish you.”

“I’m sorry, Jin. I’ll be good.”

He throws his head back and moans deep in his chest. He begins palming his cock through his pants and looks back down at you, making brief eye contact before looking at your drenched pussy.

“Fuck, I’ve never been this hard before. You’re such a slut for me, getting me all worked up like this. Touch yourself, and show me,” he practically growls.

You slide your hand down between your legs and begin to rub slow circles on your clit, already feeling like you could come just from tone in Jin’s voice and the domination in his actions. You moan as you feel the tightness in your stomach begin and your pussy clenches again.

“Don’t cum until I tell you,” Jin grunts, taking a step closer, so, now, he’s standing between your legs inches from your arousal. You want to reach out, shove his pants down, and pull him into you, but he was giving you exactly what you asked for this morning. You remove your fingers from your clit and slide them down your folds. You rest them at your entrance and look up to Jin for approval. When he winks at you, his usual cocky wink, you slip a finger inside.

As you pump in and out, you feel the desire clawing in your chest, begging to be let out. Begging to be fucked.

“Please, J-Jin,” you whimper.

“Please what, my little cock slut?” He responds.

“Please let me see your dick. Please Jin, I need it. I need you. Please.” You have never begged anyone for anything in your life, and both you and Jin know it. But the pleas fall off your tongue anyway, and Jin groans.

“Fuck, I don’t think I can do this. I’m gonna cum in my pants if you keep doing that,” his eyes look a little panicked, as he undoes his belt and pushes his pants down his hips. He bulge strains against his underwear, tip visible poking out of the top of the waistband. After he’s kicked his pants aside, he glances from your eyes to where you are desperately thrusting your fingers into your cunt. His fingers start twitching watching you do it. “Let me feel how wet you are.”

He takes his hand squeezes your hip first, licking his lips. You pull your hand away and gently stroke his forearm. He runs his thumb over your clit, down through your folds, and gently presses it against your entrance before sliding it back up. You whimper at the contact.

“So wet for me, huh?” He takes his thumb and brings it to your lips. You open your mouth, and he presses it against your tongue. “Taste it. Taste what I do to you. Only I can do this to you.” You lave your tongue around his thumb, then shut your lips around it and suck. “You’re mine,” he states before bringing his hand back to your core.

“I’m yours, Jin. Only yours,” you whine back to him as he slips two fingers inside you. “Only wet like this for you.”

When Jin starts to pump his fingers into you, he keeps a steady pace, curling his fingers up to hit the bundle of nerves inside you while gently rolling his thumb in slow steady circles over your clit. You’ve been stimulated for so long that before you know it you are whimpering, muscled starting to clench.

“Please, Jin, please let me cum. Please I’ve been a good girl. I’ll be a good girl. Please,” you’re rambling, words spilling out of your mouth, head thrown back, eyes pressed tightly shut.

“Look at me,” Jin commands. You peel your eyes open and meet his dark, fiery gaze. “Cum.”

The tightness in your belly snaps, and you feel a floodgate breaking in your core as a rush of warmth is all you can feel. Your mind is blank and all you can see are iridescent swirls behind your eyes, the sound of the room muffled as if you’re under water. The only thing in the world is the sensation between your legs. Your toes feel like they’ll never uncurl, and primal, guttural sounds are escaping from deep within you.

As you start to catch your breath, coming down from your high, you whisper, “Holy shit” and feel Jin slip his fingers out of you.

Once your eyes start to focus again, you see Jin has his cock in his hand, eyes wild, breathing heavy. “I want to feel you on my dick,” he growls.

“Okay, come here, I’ll ride you,” you respond.

“That’s not what I mean. And, you aren’t in charge remember? I told you I was going to punish you if you did it again.”

Oh shit. The idea thrills you.

“I’m sorry, Jin. I’ll take my punishment.” You watch as Jin brings his hand back to your pussy, swiping at your arousal pooled between your legs. He collects it on his fingers and strokes it down his cock, groaning slightly as he does it. He reaches his fingers back to you and does it again until his cock is shiny with your arousal. He pumps his cock a few more times before he says anything. “Get on your knees,” he commands.

You shakily push yourself off the bed, muscles exhausted from the intense orgasm he’d just given you. He grips his shirt from the back and pulls it over his head. His broad chest, one of the things that turns you on the most, bare, his nipples hard, begging to be touched. “Are you still okay with this?” Jin asks in a much more self-assured voice than the last time.

“Yes,” you respond from your spot on the floor in front of him, “I’ll tell you if I’m not okay. And maybe just...ask me before you do anything crazy…”

“Don’t worry, baby. You’re such a little slut, but you’re my little slut. I’ll take care of you.” He takes his cock, still slick with your arousal, and runs it across your slightly parted lips. “I want you to lick yourself off of me. I want you to taste us both to remind you whose little slut you are.”

You open your mouth and circle your tongue around the head of his cock before taking it into your mouth. As you suck, you taste the familiar salty taste of his precum, but this time it’s mixed with the musky taste that Jin had put on your tongue earlier. The taste of you and Jin mixed together has heat rushing to your core, and you lick a stripe up the underside of his dick, swirling your tongue around it as you move up the shaft. You take the head of his dick in your mouth, rolling your tongue around it. You feel him twitch in your mouth, and you moan around him, reaching your hand up to help stimulate his cock. He gently slaps your hand away. “Keep your hands behind your back. I’m going to...take control,” he said a little hesitantly.

You put your hands behind your back adjust the position your kneeling in, settling back on your heels. You look up and make eye contact with Jin, who, despite having his throbbing cock gently resting on your slightly parted lips, is looking down at you with a gentle affection in his eyes. “I really need you to tell me that this is okay before I do this.”

You flick your tongue over the head of his dick. “Jin, baby, please. I need you. Please fuck my mouth. Please,” you beg, having seen how your begging has affected him.

He doesn’t need you to tell him again. “Open,” he commands as he fists his fingers into your hair again.

When you open your mouth, Jin slides into you slowly, let you adjust. He pushes into you until your nose hits his pubic bone. He slowly pulls back out then starts thrusting. You feel the delicious pricks on your scalp of him pulling your hair. His thrusts get more erratic when you moan on his cock, and he pushes the back of your head gently. You gag a little bit and hear a sharp intake of air from above you.

“Such a good little slut. Look at how well you take my cock.”

He starts bucking harder into your mouth, and you feel your throat completely relax as you gasp through your nose for air, feeling slightly panicked to breath, tears forming in the corners of your eyes. You feel Jin’s cock twitch and his muscles tighten. His thrusts are shorter and less rhythmic as he gasps, “Baby, I’m gonna cum.”

You let out a little, affirmative moan to let him know that you’re ready, and he yanks on your hair as he fills your mouth, grunting, hips stuttering. You feel his hot, salty cum in the back of your throat and on your tongue, and before he finishes, he pulls out and the last of it hits you on the cheek. He rubs his cock on your cheek and spreads the cum around. Look at you with his fucked out expression, relishing his marks on your face. You take your finger and wipe some of the cum from your cheek and pop your finger in your mouth. His expression changes to amusement as he starts coming down from his high. His bitten lips spread into a smile, and then he starts laughing his windshield wiper laugh. “Oh so you’re nasty?” he laughs out.

He pulls you up to kiss him, and it is tender and loving. You feel all of the relief that he feels from having you as his and only his in his kiss. He wraps his arms around you and holds you against his firm chest. “I really would love to go for round two, but I think I need a few minutes,” he whispers. “But what can I do for you right now? I was reading that baths are really good for after. Do you want a bath? Let me wrap you up in this blanket. Do you want a plushie?”

You are overwhelmed by the rush of fondness that you feel in your chest. You feel tears stinging the back of your eyes. “Can we just wrap up in the blanket and cuddle? I just want to be near you.”

Jin picks you up and carries you to your side of the bed. He tucks you in firmly before he climbs into the bed on his side. He pulls you into his chest, and you nuzzle your face in the crook of his neck. “Really though, Jin. If that made you uncomfortable, you don’t have to do that. I know that you wanted to do it for me, but I don’t want you to do anything you don’t feel okay doing.”

“You’re kidding, right? Clearly, I had an amazing time. I wish that you would have just asked sooner.” He gently kisses the top of your head, ghosting his fingers over the skin of your shoulder. “Besides, I already ordered some silk ropes, so we at the very least need to try those out.”

You bury your face deeper into his neck, and the two of you continue talking and giggling until you fall asleep in the arms of the man who would do anything for you.

#jin x reader #kim seokjin x reader #seokjin imagine #jin imagine #jin smut #seokjin smut #bts smut

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yankyo · 5 years

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Who's Who - Part two

Should I try and change this fic because I dislike it? Probably? But! A few of my favorite people enjoy it as is so here's the full clone fic in all its original glory!

Warnings: you fuck a bunch of clones, overstimulation, anal, double penetration, mention of tentacle, dirty talk, ye

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Unsurprisingly, Beetlejuice's reaction to seeing you blowing his clone had been an almost immediate boner, a fact that he was almost too gleeful to tell you until he saw the ice cold glare you sent him and he remembered just what a position he had managed to worm himself into.

"C-come one babes, at least I made sure you had help! Wasn't that thoughtful?" He tried, raising his hands in mock surrender as you stormed up to him to tell him exactly what you thought of him ditching you.

"Thoughtful? You pushed the mess you made and promised to help clean onto an innocent person!" You shouted back.

"But its clean right? And he obviously did a good job!" He gestured to Bee, who was currently putting himself back together with a guilty expression, as if he thought he would be yelled at too. Which, really, you weren't mad at him, it wasn't his fault your boyfriend was a dick. "I mean, I'm kinda shocked you even noticed."

"Of course I noticed!" The looks both your boyfriend and the clone on the couch gave you in that moment was curious, mischievous, borderline identical.

"Really? Do ya think you could pick me outta a line up?" Beetlejuice asked as Bee stood to stand by his side. Huh? What did he...? Before you could even ask, Beetlejuice snapped his fingers and five more clones appeared out of thin air.

"Beetlejuice." Though the name made him flinch - usually you referred to him by his pet names to reduce the risk of accidentally sending him away, unless he did something to really deserve your ire - he tried to seem confident.

"Come on, doll, just seeing if you can put your money where your mouth is." His smile turned into a salacious leer, "that is, unless you're not up to the challenge?" ... damn him. You knew you could say no, hell, even just say his name twice more and send him packing, but... the way the clones were looking at you - and you couldn't deny you had been more than a little turned already thanks to Bee...

"So the game is I pick you out from the line up? Too easy." The small group of Beetlejuices cackled in response, their eyes lighting up with unrestrained mischief as they swarmed you. You were gently shepherded back to the couch where you were made to sit on one's lap, the others all settled around you. Looking over the group, there were subtle differences here and there, one's ears were sharper, a few were taller, a few were not as soft, one grinning demon clearly had longer fangs than your personal ghoul did - but with how fast everything was moving you couldn't really scrutinize the whole group, especially not when you could already feel multiple sets of hands finding their way onto your body. Gentle nails ran up your thigh, a tight grip held your hips still, a hand on your ankle kept you from pulling your legs together, one grabbed your chin to pull you into a quick kiss and with that simple action all hell broke lose.

"No fair sneaking the first kiss!" , "Hell, you wanna talk no fair, buster over there got his dick sucked already, he should sit out!" , "If I had been the one called to help, I woulda treated you so good doll, would've seen just how deep I can get my tongue in that sweet pussy." They were talking too quickly for you to be able to tell which one was saying what, even if they weren't tugging your clothing off with all the grace and gentleness of a gorilla on steroids. "You're never gonna want for anything, babycakes, we're gonna spoil you rotten." Sharp fangs sank into your neck, into your thigh, into your hip, the ravenous clones all clamoring for a taste and honestly? You were beginning to forget just why you had been angry in the first place, especially when you felt your legs being spread even wider so one could dive face first into your pussy. You didn't even try to cover the moan that worked it's way out of your throat as a long, squirming tongue wriggled it's way inside of you - not that you were moaning for long as you were yanked into a deep kiss moments later. Rough hands kneaded your breasts, sharp teeth grazed your nipples, hot mouths kissed practically every single inch of your skin, leaving so many bite marks and hickies there was no chance of hiding them tomorrow - you wondered if you hadn't just died and went to heaven at this point.

"You look so good like this," one hissed in your ear, "but you're gonna look even better when we got you all spread out on our cocks." A slick tongue ran along the edge of your ear as he let out a gruff little groan, "can you handle all of us? What's your safe word again?" For a moment, everything stopped, the hands faltered, the demon at your cunt pulled back, eight sets of eyes all focused on you waiting for the answer.

"Brigadoon." You cried out, desperate to have them back.

"That's right, doll, why's that again?" You were going to kill him.

"Because nothing's a bigger boner killer than Brigadoon, now can you please fucking - " you couldn't even get the rest of your sentence out before they were on you again. This time, you felt yourself being moved, this time on your knees bent over the arm of the couch. A rough hand pulled your head up as a cock brushed across your lips - when had they undressed?

"Real or Clone, doll?" One asked even as you opened your mouth. Peeking up at the demon before you, you looked for anything that could set him apart, even as you dutifully sucked on the offered cock. This version was already clinging to the couch, his nails digging into the dark as he held back the urge to go wild - you pulled back,

"Clone." You declared. On top of being more gentle, you could just barely see a delicate spatter of freckles across his cheeks. Unfortunately, the others were rather quick to guess just how you were able to tell.

"That's cheating!", "The game will be over before it even starts if that's how you're gonna be guessing.", "I've got this, don't worry dollface, we're gonna make sure you play fair." You shivered at the husky growl in your ear even before your eyes were covered by a soft feeling fabric - you really hoped it wasn't his tie, that thing was rancid on a good day. "There we are, that'll make sure you play by the rules." What rules? If your mouth wasn't currently occupied, you might've snorted at his words or even asked that question - even if you knew there was no answer. Beetlejuice had no real intention of letting you win this game. You knew he just wanted to take your mind off of his transgression so that he could avoid punishment. And honestly, with the stressful week you had on top of his childish behavior, getting fucked into near unconsciousness sounded fan-fucking-tastic right about now, so instead of actually answering, you pressed forwards until you had swallowed the cock in front of you to the hilt and spread your legs wider in clear challenge. Beetlejuice never was one to resist a challenge.

The 'game' continued with gusto, your legs spread wider so a body could crawl underneath you and toy with your breasts as he made you straddle him, one pressed sweet kisses along your back as slimy fingers worked their way into your ass - anal had been a thing you and Beetlejuice had been playing with, thankfully, but the cock grinding up into your clit didn't exactly hurt either - two more had taken your hands from their clenched position on the couch to lead them down to their straining erections - and honestly it was at this point that you had to stop and think about how you were genuinely having sex with multiples of your boyfriend and that each and every one of these hot, hard, pulsing cocks were just waiting to be inside of you and still there were three more just waiting for the others to get out of their way. It was almost too much. Yet you still found some part of you taking note of the little differences you could feel here and there - like the one beneath you had a scruffier beard that he took way too much pleasure in rubbing across your sensitive nipples if just to feel you jolt and whimper. Fucking sadist. The Beetlejuice currently nibbling on your shoulder had sharper teeth, hell you could feel those fangs delicately scraping down your skin and could only imagine what it would he like if he actually bit you. Thankfully, he was being gentle with you as he slowly but surely worked you open, his heavy cock rubbing against your thigh as he felt your anus clenching around his fingers. The one currently fucking your face wasn't as long as Bee, but was much more enthusiastic as he held your head in the perfect position to try and work his leaking dick as far down your throat as he could manage. Every so often, he would hold you still, the head of his cock dripping down your throat until the need for air was so great you thought you would burst. He was the first to cum, pulling back even as his cock was twitching to cum on your face.

"You look so good, precious," , "hurry up and get out of the way, let someone else have their turn," , "we're going to fill you up, kitten," you whined at that nickname - just in time for the one at your pussy to finally have enough of teasing you and pulled you down fully onto his dick. "Give her a second, fuck, I can feel you squeezing around me, you're real wound up, aren't you, baby?" You moaned in response, unable to even try and say anything. It felt so good to finally have someone inside of you and the feeling was only heightened as the Beetlejuice behind you took hold of your hips to hold you steady as a surprisingly prehensile member slowly began working it's way inside of you. For a moment, the sensation of the cock you swore you could feel in your stomach and the one working it's way past your rim was all you could focus on - feeling completely, impossibly full. And once they were both completely seated both Beetlejuices leaned in to whisper in your ear.

"I can feel you squeezing on me, does it feel that good, kitten?", "We're going to ruin you for anyone else. Come on, precious, say our name." In unison, they slowly withdrew before slamming back into you, forcing a sharp moan from your lips. Holy shit. They held absolutely no mercy once they saw you had grown accustomed to them, working together to make you see stars. When one withdrew, the other thrust forwards, making it so you were constantly full, the Beetlejuice beneath you dead set on grinding against your g-spot whilst the one behind you showed off just what his unique member could do as it writhed inside of you - twisting, undulating, rolling.

"Holy shit, if I knew how much you'd like this, we woulda done this ages ago!" A hand stroked gently through your hair before someone guided you into a kiss, their tongue lapping away the cum drying on your cheeks.

"Bee?" Your voice was weak, quickly cut off with a moan as someone pressed a thumb to your clit. Too much! You clung onto Bee, who cooed and caressed your cheeks, your body going tense with the orgasm ripping it's way through you before the two Beetlejuices currently fucking you decided that was the moment to kick things into hyperdrive and started fucking you even harder. "W-wait! I can't! It's too much!" Your protests fell on dead ears.

"Why does he get a special name?", "he's already had a turn, kick him out!", "I wanna name!", "I'm about to cum, kitten, gonna fill you up so good.", "that's it, precious, keep on squeezing us just like that,", "we've got you, sweetheart, just let go.", "Make her cum again, wanna make sure she's ready for me." They all spoke at the same time, but all you could focus on was Bee still giving you such gentle kisses as the other two clones used you like a ragdoll before they both slammed into you as deeply as they could and began to cum.

You were boneless when they lifted you, unable to do anything but cling to the next warm body that took their place and moan as you were filled again. They fucked you fast, hard, making you cum again and again until you were whimpering from overstimulation. "Who's fucking you now?" Was a question you were made to answer again and again, but each time you found something to prove them to be a clone until the very last pair. Beetlejuice, your Beetlejuice, you were certain, gathered you up in his arms and set you on his lap. "We fucking decimated you, didn't we, babes? Come on, tell me, who's touching you now?" His cock teased your entrance, being so gentle as he knew just how raw you had to be.

"Beetlejuice." You held no hesitation. Your reward was the blindfold being ripped from your face as your beloved ghoul grinned down at you.

"How we doing, babes? Still got enough energy to handle me?" You snorted softly, leaning in to rest your head against his shoulder. God you would need a long rest after this, and a bath too, you could just feel the cum dripping down your thighs to pool onto his.

"Fuck me up." You challenged, making him give you a grin. "You're still on my shit list." His grin grew ever wider.

"Let's see if I can't change your mind."

#beetlejuice smut #beetlejuice #beetlejuice x reader #beetlejuice musical

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dreamyjoons · 5 years

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on the house // pjm

Synopsis: drowning your sorrows has never worked out well. But when a certain bartender takes a liking to you, a free drink isn’t the only thing on your mind.

Genre/warnings: smut with virtually no plot. Fluff, bartender!jimin, alcohol reference, swearing, some thigh humping, public sex, fingering, cum swallowing, mentions of cheating ex, Jimin’s a giggly demon.

Words: 5.1k

A/N: I was meant to be finishing a Joon fic but this happened. 🤷‍♀️ first time writing Jimin, so please let me know your thoughts! Enjoy

You swirl the melting ice in the bottom of your empty glass, the clinks barely registering.

It was your third night this week in the quiet bar near your apartment. You were tucked away in the usual corner, sat on the softest stool under the dimmest lights. It was quiet on weekdays - just what you wanted. To drown your sorrows in peace.

The only problem was that the silence gave you time to think - mostly about your shitty breakup and your dickhead ex.

You’re snapped out of your spiralling thoughts when a glass is placed delicately in front of you. Your eyes flick up to see it full of what you’d been drinking all night, before you finally drag your eyes up to see the bartender.

His candyfloss pink hair frames his angelic face, dark eyes gently examining your face, his plush lips pulled into a frown.

“Looked like you could do with a refill.” He shrugs, sliding the empty glass from your fingertips.

“Oh, thanks. What do I owe you again?” You ask, brain finally kicking into gear. You fumble for your bag, but he merely shakes his head.

“It’s on the house. You’ve been here a few times this week, right? It looks like you probably need it.” He smiles, lighting up his face. You almost don’t clock his words.

“I must really look crappy if you want to give me free drinks.” You sigh, plonking your head on your propped up hand.

“No! I mean, not like that!” He flusters, his face turning bright red. You watch in fascination, a small smile pricking onto your lips. He hides his face for a second to compose himself before he finally meets your eyes again.

“I’m sorry. It’s just not nice to see people sad.” He offers, and you nod.

“I get that. You must see a lot working at a city bar.” You say, not wanting him to leave. Company didn’t feel so bad today.

“I do, but not all of them are as pretty as you.” He smiles, and you roll your eyes.

“You’re so smooth.” You say sarcastically, but the ripple in your chest doesn’t go unnoticed by you. He giggles - full on, crinkled eyes and white teeth on show.

“I can’t help it. But listen, I’ve got to get back to work. Why don’t you come sit at the bar and we can talk?” He offers, wide sparkly eyes seeking yours. You find yourself nodding, appreciating company that isn’t dripping in pity.

You slide off the stool and grab your bag, as well as your fresh drink. You slide into a spot at the end of the bar, furthest away from the other patrons as you watch your bartender make drinks. He seems to know you’re watching him, as he makes orders with an extra flair or two, and you can’t help but grin as you watch him. You even let out a giggle when you make eye contact and he almost drops the glass he’s holding.

When the orders are done, he slides down to your end of the bar, a grin plastered on his face as he leans on the bartop and starts asking you a number of random questions.

It’s nice - carefree and gentle was the best way to describe it. The hours whittled away, and so did the customers until it was only you and the bartender left.

“So you haven’t got to answer if you don’t want to, and I don’t want to see you upset again, but I was wondering, if you wouldn’t mind-“ he mumbles, and despite the pang in your chest, you smile at him.

“You want to know why I’m drinking alone in a bar on a weeknight.” You finish for him, and he dumps his face into his hands.

“I’m sorry, that was out of line.”

“No, it’s fine. I’ve got to be a grown up about it.” You smile, and he pulls his face out of his hands to look at you, a gentle look crossing his features.

“My boyfriend and I broke up. It was like three months ago and I was totally fine before, but now it’s starting to suck.” You shrug, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, but your face betrays you.

He reaches out and grabs your hand, gently rubbing his thumb over your knuckles. You meet his eyes and give him a weak smile.

“That sucks, I’m sorry. If it makes you feel better, I felt the same about my last break up - it took me like six months to get over them.” He offers weakly.

“Who’d want to break up with you? That’s like, treason or something.”

“Hey! I’m meant to be making you feel better, not the other way around!” He yelps, and you roll your eyes, a laugh falling from your lips.

“It’s fine. If I get pity from anyone else I’m actually gonna lose my mind.”

“Well then,” he nearly shouts, and cringes at his loudness. “Let’s give you some fun. I’ve got the night off tomorrow - want to come and explore the city with me?”

“What? I don’t even know your name!” You yelp, surprised.

“It’s Jimin. Come on, no expectations. Just you and me, exploring the city and ignoring your ass of an ex.”

“Jimin, cute. I’m Y/N.” You smile, and he blushes. “How do you know my ex is an ass? I could’ve be the ass of the relationship.” You smirk.

“It’s just a feeling. So what do you say?” He asks, wide eyes hopeful as he looks at you.

You sit back on the stool and examine his face, trying to slow the fast thumping in your chest. Something about him definitely made you feel lighter. Maybe a night exploring your city wasn’t a bad idea.

“Sure, why not.” You say with a grin, excitement flitting through your body.

Jimin stands bolt upright, surprise etched on his face. After a moment a smile breaks out on his face, followed by a giggle which he hides behind his hand. He picks up his towel and flicks it over his shoulder before he moves your empty glass away, putting it in the glass rack to be washed.

“Okay, great. Now off home - you’re gonna need some sleep because there’s a lot to see tomorrow.”

You laugh as you slide off your stool and shoulder your bag. He watches you with a grin, his eyes bright.

“So what… should I meet you here tomorrow night?” You ask, loitering behind your seat. He smacks his forehead.

“Oh, yes! Here’s perfect, say about 9ish?” He smiles, and you nod.

“See you tomorrow, Jimin.” You call over your shoulder as you walk out.

“Goodnight, Y/N!” He yells, his voice light and playful.

You push out of the bar’s doors and on to the dark streets outside, your mind actually feels less cloudy than it has in a while. Maybe a carefree night with the bubbly Jimin would help you feel more human again.

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The night air whips around you as you wait outside the bar, the air clear and crisp.

People lined the streets, the weekend bringing out everyone to blow off some steam. Jimin’s bar behind you was bustling with customers, music blaring out the door. You hover near the entrance, waiting patiently for Jimin to arrive.

It was weird, but you weren’t feeling nervous at all. Sure there was some fluttering in your stomach, but you were ready for something new. A new face, a new experience, new memories. Jimin seemed like a ball of pure giggles, and it would be nice to have some light burst through your dark clouds.

As if on cue, Jimin jogs down the street, his eyes seeking you out. When he finally spots you he grins, offering you a small wave as you walk to meet him.

“Hey!” He shouts, immediately pulling you into an easy hug. You pull back and smile at him, completely charmed.

“So, what’s the plan?” You ask when he finally releases you.

“I’ve just got to drop these keys off inside, but then anything. There’s a late night ice cream place I’ve been dying to try, if you fancy it.” He says almost shyly, and you can only smile.

“That sounds incredible. Let’s do it.”

Jimin walks you both to the door, and he waves at the bouncer. He slips his hand into yours to pull you through the crowd, throwing a look back at you to check if it’s okay with you. You offer him a smile and a nod, and soon he’s pulling you through the crowd.

It’s still relatively early but the bar is packed, the dancefloor filled with bodies and the smell of alcohol and perspiration in the air. You both press through until you reach the bar. Jimin signals for you to wait for him, and you nod as he slips his hand out of yours. He walks through the bar gate and through to the back office. You shift your weight between your feet as you wait, casting your eyes around the room.

The vibe was good there. It felt totally different to how you’d seen it the last few days, but you liked it. The music was fun, people were laughing, and you had a good night ahead of you.

A tap on your shoulder jolted you back from your thoughts, and you spin, expecting to see Jimin - but instead you meet the chest of your ex.

“Y/N! I’ve found you.” He shouts above the music, but you barely register it. You can feel your heart in your throat as your features pull from surprise to a frown.

“Lee? What are you doing here?” You yelp, avoiding his eyes.

“I’ve been looking for you. One of your friends told me you’d been coming here, and I wanted to talk to you.” He answers, stepping closer to you. You take a steadying step back, a sense of betrayal seeping through your skin.

“What do you want?” You shout, though you doubt you'll be able to hear him over the wild thidding in your ears.

Of course he was here to ruin your night - just like he ruined everything else.

“I want to talk about us, about me leaving-”

“I don’t want to talk about it Lee. It’s been three months, I’m sure you’ve had multiple women to talk to.” You snap, rage bubbling in your veins as you let your emotions from the last few months control you.

“Y/N, babe, I said I was sorry-”

“Look asshole, I’m not your babe, and I don’t care if you’re sorry. Leave me alone.” you shout. You can feel your eyes threatening to water from the rage and frustration that was stirring in you.

“Listen,” He starts, reaching out and gently gripping your bicep, slowly dragging you closer to him. You shake your head and put your hands out to hold him away from you.

“Fuck off, Lee-”

“Y/N please-”

“I believe she told you to fuck off.” You spin to see Jimin standing just outside of the bar gate, his eyes glaring daggers at Lee.

“Back off dude-”

“No, he’s right, Lee. Fuck off.” you stammer, taking courage from Jimin being near.

You slip out of his grip and push past him to stand beside Jimin. He places a comforting hand to the small of your back, and you draw a steadying breath.

“You’ve done enough damage. Go.” Jimin asserts, drawing himself to full height. Even though Lee stood taller than Jimin, it was still intimidating.

Lee casts an analyzing glance between the two of you before turning abruptly and pushing his way roughly through the crowd. Once he was out of sight, you physically deflated, resting your forehead on Jimin’s shoulder.

“You okay?” He asks, his lips almost brushing your ear.

You life you head back up and meet his eyes, his harsh glare replaced with soft concern. You nod, your eyes scanning the area before looking back to him.

“Look, tell me you don’t want to and it’s fine, but do you wanna stay for a bit?” He asks gingerly. Your eyebrows shoot up.

“What? Why?” You ask, watching as that familiar redness creeps back onto his face.

“I know he’s here, but it’s loud and lively here, and I think you need that. Let's go dance for a little, and then we can go get some ice cream. If he sees is, hey, let him see you enjoying life without him.” He suggests, and you stand analyzing his words. “Besides, I’m a really good dancer. You probably couldn’t handle it.”

His smirk stretches across his face, and you can’t help but smile at him. Were you that transparent? You’d been sulking in silence for so long, and you’d faced your biggest nightmare - Lee coming back into your space with some more bullshit.

But you had Jimin by your side - and even though you hadn’t known him long, you liked the influence he was having on you already. You feel like there was hope for healing.

“You’re gonna have to prove these skills to me, Jimin.” You smirk, raising an eyebrow. He barks out a laugh before grabbing your hand and dragging you towards the moving mass of bodies.

You slipped to the middle of the room, people all around you but it felt private, just a place for you and Jimin. He holds up your joined hands and spins you, and you can’t help laugh as he makes a goofy face at you. You face him once again, and his smile slips into something smoother as he begins to move to the music.

You watch him in fascination, the way his hips move and the way his face slips from pure, unadulterated fun to something a little darker. You bite your lip as you let yourself get lost in the music with him, letting your concerns and worries slip for just a song or two.

He grabs you by the hips and leads you into another spin, and you laugh as you come back to face him, your bodies merely an inch or two away from each other. You hold your breath as you rock together, an easy smile sliding onto his face.

This was what you needed. Distraction, some fun. Your mind didn’t slip back to your ex, you didn’t wonder if he was still around or if he could see you. You were just there - caught in an electric moment between you and Jimin, no expectations, no drama.

A song or two more pass but you and Jimin don’t move, jostled by the crowd so that your bodies were pressed together. The giggles had stopped, but had been replaced by something more intense, and neither of you could break away from it.

Just past Jimin’s shoulder, Lee appears and you feel yourself clam up. Sensing your sudden change in demeanour, he follows your gaze and finds your ex loitering. Grabbing your hand, Jimin pulls you through the crowd and through the front door, out onto the street.

You pull your hand out of his grip to rub your face, blowing out harshly. You drag your gaze back to Jimin who watches you carefully, hand rustling through his hair.

“I’m sorry you’ve been involved in this boring ex shit.” You sigh.

There was a plummeting feeling in your gut that Jimin wasn’t going to want to stick around - but he quickly puts that to rest when he steps close to you, taking your face in his hands.

“Don’t be sorry. I wanted to hang with you, I said we should stay. But we don’t have to go back in. Still want to come get some ice cream with me?” He asks, his gentle eyes flitting across your face.

You nod, melting into his touch as you meet his big doe eyes. You stand in his embrace for a minute, watching as his eyes kept darting down to your lips and back up.

Your brain kicks into overdrive, examining every detail of what could happen next. Jimin was incredibly hot, there was no denying that. But you wanted his friendship, too. You’d only just met, for crying out loud. Would taking this any further ruin things?

But you didn’t get to think that far ahead, because then he’s smiling at you, watching the battle inside your head. And damn, if your heart didn’t stutter. You smile back at him, letting yourself feel light again.

Then his lips are crashing into yours. Your hands grip onto his waist as you press your body against his, his hands running softly against your cheeks. You slide a hand up to run through his pinky hair, The silky strands falling away as you move to grip the back of his neck. He pulls his soft, kiss-swollen lips away from yours, and you flutter your eyes up to him to see him smiling.

“You okay?” He ssks after a moment, and you nod, licking your lips.

The door to the bar slams open and drunken patrons stumble out, snapping your and Jimin out of your reverie. Silently he takes your hand and leads you down the side of the bar. Once you’re round the corner and a little further down the alley, he presses you against the wall, smirking with his face barely touching yours. You can barely make out people walking by, but just the thought of them being there was enough to make you tingle.

“Is this okay?” He asks in a quiet voice, and you smile and respond by pressing your lips against his again.

This kiss is softer, deeper, but heats up faster. His hands find their way to your hips, pushing you both further into the wall with the brick biting into your back. You give in to him fully, welcoming the distraction that was Jimin with your entire body.

You wrap your arms around his neck and hold him against you, and he responds by grinding his hips against you. His hands slide to the waistband of your jeans, his finger fanning across the bare flesh of your hip, dragging round towards your buttons. You break apart your kiss to look at him, panting slightly.

“Really? Down here in this gross alley?” You as, eyebrow raised. He laughs, looking away shyly.

“Why not? Let’s live a little.” He offers, poking his tongue out to you slightly. You roll your eyes.

“I’m not getting on the floor-”

“Who says anything about you touching on the floor?” He smirks, his voice low.

He grabs both of your wrists and pins them above your head, giving you a devilish smirk. You squirm underneath him, your breath caught in your throat. He leans back in to take light kisses from you lips, before moving to kiss along your jaw and down your neck.

You feel him wedge his knee between your legs, the sensation already sending your mind reeling. You cautiously grind your core along his muscular thigh, the pressure on your clit enough to make you cry out. Jimin pulls back to watch you, both hands still on yours and you grind yourself on his thigh, the friction intense.

“So hot.” He mumbles, but you barely hear him as you thrust yourself faster on his thigh.

He tenses, and the hardness of his leg your differently until you’re a panting and sweaty mess. You didn’t have to touch yourself to know that you would probably soak through your jeans soon. Unfortunately, he pulls back his thigh from your core and you cry out, but he merely laughs.

“I’m meant to be taking care you of tonight.” He drawls, and you can feel your mouth water at the purely sinful look he gives you.

Jimin keeps one hand pinning your wrists up whilst the other floats down your body, deftly undoing the button on your jeans. He then slips his hand inside, rubbing over your panties as he sucks dark marks onto your neck. You gasp at his light touch, your body rolling off the wall. He teases you for a little, ghosting his hands across your panty-covered slit, the thin material soaking through with how wet he was making you.

Once he felt like he’s left enough marks on your neck, he brings his face level with yours, capturing your lips again. With you distracted, he pulls his hands back before sliding it under your panties, grazing over your clit.

You gasp into his kiss, and he takes his time, leisurely rolling his fingers across your core and back up to your clit. You roll your hips into his hand, hoping to get more friction, but he stills his hand with each move you make.

“Now now, not so fast.” He smirks against your lips, and you groan.

“Stop teasing me Jimin.”

“I just want to make sure I have your full attention, Y/N.” He whispers roughly against your lips.

He rolls a finger over your clit, soaking in your moans.

“I don’t want you thinking about anything else.”

His whisper makes you shiver as he gathers your wetness on his finger, sliding it across your slit before rubbing tight circles across your clit. He builds up his speed, and you roll your hips into his touch.

“Or anyone else.”

He kisses your lips again, smirking as you whine into him as his finger speed up, the tight circles sending your mind reeling. You can hear people walking nearby but you couldn’t care less - you needed Jimin, and you needed him badly.

“Just me.”

His finger slides down again, and you feel him begin to push a finger inside you, curling it and stoking inside you. You wriggle your wrists against his hold, your walls squeezing as he makes a come hither motion, finding your g-spot fast. You fling your head back and gasp at the pressure, rolling your hips to get friction on your clit. He notices, moving his thumb up to flick wildly over your clit. You cry out as he works you towards your orgasm, sending you higher and higher.

“What’s on your mind, baby?” He asks, slowing his motions. You whine at the lack of contact, rolling your hips onto his hand.

“Please..” you whine, but he merely smirks as he steals kisses from you lips.

“What was that?”

“You, Jimin, you’re on my mind, no one else. Please.” You whine, kissing him back as you roll your hips.

He laughs against your kiss as he slides another finger into you, pumping away inside you as his thumb begins it’s speeding movement across your clit. You flex your hands above your head, and soon it’s too much.

Your orgasm crashes over you, your hips bucking wildly between the wall and him, riding out our high. He works you through it, keeping his movements up until you begin to slow and your body twitches.

He lets go of your wrists and you bring them down to rest on his shoulders. Jimin pulls back to send you a wicked smile, slipping his fingers out of your panties and putting them in his mouth. You groan at his actions as he sucks his fingers clean.

“Mm, almost as sweet as that orgasm face.” He whispers huskily, but giggle falls from his lips making you roll your eyes.

“You’re ridiculous.” You say as you lean forward and capture his lips, your taste lingering on his tongue.

You decide to return the favour, unbuckling his jeans and putting your hand under his boxers. You began to stroke his rock hard length, and though he stutters and rolls his forehead to lean against yours, he stops your hand.

“Tonight was about treating you - and besides, I’d blow it in seconds.” He laughs crudely.

You’re touched, genuinely. But you wanted it all. You put a hand back inside to run along him, and another to grab his ass. His head snaps back up to you, cocking it to the side adorably.

��I want you inside me, now hurry up.” You whisper, eyes scanning quickly back to the street.

He’s stunned for a moment before he smiles, pushing his jeans and boxers down just enough so that he slips out, he grabs a hold of your waistband and drags it just below your ass, the cool night air hitting your goosebumped skin.

“Ready baby?” He asks, bringing his lips beside your ear. You nod enthusiastically, rolling your hips to meet him.

He takes his length in one hand and rubs it along your slit, lubing himself up with your wetness before he lines up with your entrance.

Slowly he begins to push in, your slick enough for him to slide in without too much resistance. The slow drag sends your mind reeling, and you can feel Jimin tense at how hard he was holding back. After a moment you roll your hips, and soon enough he began his slow withdrawal before pushing right back into you again. The motion has you groaning, sending a gentle bite into his shoulder.

He puts a steadying hand on the wall beside your head, his face pulling into a concentrated frown as he drops it into the crook of your neck, placing sloppy kisses there.

The speed builds as you both rise to meet each other, the feeling sensational but not hitting you quite right. Noticing this, he pulls back out of you fully, and you groan at his absence.

“Jump up.” He says, smacking his partially exposed thighs. You splutter through your turned on haze.

“No way.”

“Come on Y/N baby, I can take it.” He grins confidently, sending you a wink for good measure.

Taking a deep breath, you jump up and wrap your legs around him. He holds you up and leans you back against the wall, propping you there whilst he realigns himself with one hand, entering you once again.

He isn’t slow this time, fucking his way up into you fast, the angle making him hit your g spot almost every time. You throw your head back against the wall, Jimin’s name repeatedly falling from your lips as he rocks into you, your walls squeezing him until he sees stars.

You can feel yourself getting close already, his pace harsh and utterly perfect. He kisses you hard, but it soon turns to panting against each other.

Loud footsteps nearby jog Jimin’s attention away from you, though his pace never falters and you don’t notice, too lost in your haze.

Jimin snaps his head away from you to see Lee hovering by the entrance of the alley you were in, watching you get fucked in public. You throw your head back as you groan Jimin’s name, rolling your hips in his grip. Jimin smiles at the man as they make eye contact, delivering a few extra hard rolls into you.

Lee’s stunned, but after a moment he turns and storms away. Jimin bites his lip, and turns his attention back to you.

“I’m so close.” You whine, but Jimin merely nods.

He shifts your weight to lean you more against the wall so that he can snake a hand down to your clit, rubbing fast, precise circles over it. Your vision goes spotty as your orgasm hits you again that night, jerking your body over him as you cry out. You don’t care who can hear you as you work through it, Jimin rocking his hips just right into you. Your breathing begins to even out as you come down, and you flick your eyes back to Jimin. Your walls gripping him has him clenching his jaw, and soon he’s ready.

“I’m gonna cum, Y/N.” He gasps, slipping out of you with a resigned look on his face.

You tap his hands to let you down, his cock standing free and red. You could tell how close he was, and how agonising it must be. You sink lower against the wall, your legs slightly wobbly as you open your mouth for him.

“Fuck, that’s so hot. Fuck fuck.”

He pants, gripping his hard length in his hand and giving himself a few expert pumps. You watch him through your lashes mesmerised, before he finally gives you a nod.

You lean forward a take his tip in your mouth. Almost immediately he’s stuttering and groaning, his hot cum bursting from him and filling your mouth, and you work hard to swallow every drop until he finally relents. His hip thrusts begin to slow down, and you watch his heavenly features relax as me meets your eyes. He slips his already softening cock from you, sweat beading on his face.

You giggle as you stand up, but he presses you back against the wall and takes one more kiss from you, searing and passionate. He breaks away from you to giggle, and you feel your stomach flutter.

He puts himself back in his boxers and rebuttons his jeans, and you follow suit until you’re both fully dressed.

You both share an awkward smile before he’s grabbing your hand and pulling you off the wall. You barely have time to collect yourself as he drags you back up the alley.

“Come on. I don’t know about you, but I’ve got an appetite for some ice cream right about now.” He calls over his shoulder as you step onto the street.

“Oh really?” You smirks, and he rolls his eyes, despite the blush building on his face.

You’re happy though - your time in the alley seemed to have solidified Jimin in your life rather than turned him away. You feel a pressure lift off your chest as he drags you, his fingers weaving with yours.

“Yeah. Maybe we can find another nice spot or two on the way back.”

He winks and you groan, but you let him lead you anyway, off into a night that was just beginning.

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Finally Mine

SO this turned into a full blown fic and I definitely didn’t expect it to. Thank you SO MUCH to the anon that sent this in it was so much fun to write! I went totally overboard and I really hope you like it. I’ll write the other request I got tomorrow because it’s 1 AM and I need to sleep eventually.

Word count: 2,726

Warnings: mentions of a break up and cheating, smut, bit of swearing

The breakup seemingly came out of nowhere. You’d been dating Mat Barzal for almost a year, and everything was going well until all of a sudden it wasn’t. Mat grew distant and you tried to tell yourself it was just stress, and once the Islanders clinched their spot in the playoffs he’d be able to take a breath and return to his usual self. That didn’t happen. One night you were sitting on the couch after a frustrating away stretch waiting for Mat to come home. You heard the door slam and cringed, knowing he’d be angry. He walked into the living room and blurted out that he’d cheated on you. He announced that he’d get his stuff and leave in the morning, and turned on his heel before you could even get a word in. You weren’t exactly shocked, but that didn’t stop you from feeling sadness burning in your chest and beginning to spread throughout your body. Your eyes began to water but you willed yourself not to cry, you’d promised yourself you would never cry over a boy. You felt the sadness morphing into something more, into unadulterated anger. Since when did he think he could just waltz in here and tell you he’d cheated on you with no explanation, no apology, nothing? He didn't even wait for your reaction, was too much of a coward to hear what you had to say to him. You hadn’t truly begun to process what happened, but you numbly turned the volume up on the tv, and stared at the screen until you fell asleep.

A few weeks later, once Mat was well and truly out of your life, you decided enough was enough. You needed to get out of the house. You got dressed up, put on your tightest dress, one that Mat would never let you wear, and hit one of the many clubs in your area. You also decided to post a picture on Instagram, a mirror selfie of you from the side, back ever so slightly arched. You did everything you wanted to do while you were with Mat but were never allowed to do. You noticed while in the back of the Uber Pierre Luc Dubois had liked your most recent post. You recognized the name, you’d seen him like a few of your posts before. You found yourself scrolling through his page, and you had to admit we was definitely attractive. You liked a few of his photos, and put your phone away as you pulled up to the club. You thought nothing of it until the next morning when you woke up, a slight headache forming at the base of your skull. You didn’t get wasted the night before, but you definitely had more than a few drinks. You checked instagram and saw you had one new DM. It was PL, and he’d simply said “Hey, couldn’t help but notice you deleted your pics w Mat, did something happen?” You smirked, clearly he spent quite a bit of time scrolling through your page if he noticed those photos were gone. You knew PL and Mat knew each other, you’d heard Mat talk about him occasionally, so it wasn’t totally outlandish that he would be scrolling through your page every now and then. You decided to respond him, he was in Columbus anyway, what could possibly come of it? “Yeah we broke up, he walked in one day and told me he cheated, then left before I could say anything” you typed in response, before getting up to go get some Advil and a glass of water. He’d already responded by the time you came back to bed, and you couldn’t help but chuckle at his eagerness. “What a shithead, I’m here if you wanna talk about it.” You smiled to yourself, and even though you barely knew this boy there was something that was drawing you to him. “I’m starting to get over it, we grew so distant the last few weeks it doesn’t feel a whole lot different without him :( I would however like to get to know you, I’ve seen you liking my posts :p”. He started typing almost instantly. “What can I say, a pretty girl like you deserves attention.” You felt your face heat up slightly at that, allowing yourself to enjoy the flattery without looking too deeply into it and wondering whether or not it was all just for a quick fuck the next time he was in the city. You two talked for the rest of the day, getting to know each other. You gave him your number and the discussion moved to iMessage.

You talked for weeks, everything from goofy selfies on Snapchat to late night Skype calls that lasted hours. You felt like you’d known Luc for longer than a month and a half, your conversations always flowing seamlessly, as if you’d been friends for years. It hadn’t taken for your conversations to begin to turn sexual, but you certainly weren’t complaining. It had all started because you’d continued to post revealing photos on your Instagram and VSCO, the kind Mat always yelled at you for, but you loved. You were confident and you wanted to show your body off, and saw no harm in doing so. Luc had liked the photo, and quickly sent you a shirtless selfie, a slight flush decorating his muscular chest. The caption had said something about how incredible you looked, and how hot and bothered he was for you. You’d sent him some others you’d taken, a lace bodysuit and tight skirt decorating your body. You were rewarded with a photo of him, the outline of his dick showing through the material of his sweatpants. You sent a photo of just yourself in just the bodysuit, and he eventually sent a photo of his abs, now covered in his cum and his dick, just beginning to soften. He was impressive to say the least, and you’d be lying if you said you didn’t get off to the thought of him fucking you and send him a video of you moaning his name.

One day, Luc texted you in the middle of the week asking if you had plans for the weekend. Once you told him you didn’t he disappeared for a bit, before texting you half an hour later. He had sent you info for a flight to Vancouver. You’d mentioned it one day in a conversation, saying you’d always wanted to see the city and go to a game there. He explained they’d be there a day early and asked if you wanted to fly out for the weekend and meet him. You immediately accepted his offer, thrilled to finally have a chance to be with him in person. Before you knew it you were on your way to the airport on Friday morning, and soon enough you were in Vancouver. You spent the day wandering through the city after checking into the hotel Luc had booked for you and refused to let you pay for. You visited all of the most popular spots, and ate a delicious dinner before returning to the hotel for the night. You sent Luc a snap, a selfie of you wearing nothing but a lacy bralette, thanking him for everything. He replied with a selfie as well, saying “The pleasure is all mine, baby”. You talked for a while before he had to go to bed, the time difference combined with an early flight for him tomorrow meaning it was still fairly early for you. Before he left he asked “Can I come to your hotel once we land? I have something for you.” You responded with a yes, and gave him your room number. You decided to watch Netflix for a bit before you too went to sleep. The next morning you awoke to a text letting you know Luc’s flight had just left. You decided you would just hang out in the hotel until he got there, not wanting to leave when you looked outside and were greeted with the sight of grey skies and rain. You showered and did your hair, throwing on a t-shirt and jeans and a bit of makeup, wanting to look presentable for the first time you met Luc. Soon enough you heard your phone buzzing, seeing a text from Luc letting you know they had landed and that he had just left the airport, and was gonna drop his stuff off at their hotel before he made his way to yours. You texted him a thumbs up, before attempting to distract yourself on your phone. You felt excitement buzzing in your chest, eager to finally have Luc in your arms. It was about an hour before you heard the gentle knock on your door. You opened it and couldn’t help the smile that formed on your face when you saw him. He stepped into your room and shut the door behind him, and dropped the bag he was holding on the floor before wrapping you in his arms.

“Hi,” he said simply, your face pressed into his neck.

“Hi,” you responded, before moving to kiss him, something you’d wanted for so long. It was everything you’d waited for, his lips soft against yours. The kiss quickly grew heated, and it wasn’t long until Luc was reaching for the zipper of his jeans.

“God please, Y/N, I’ve wanted this for so long,” he said, tone not far from begging. You’d told him one night how much you liked getting on your knees for someone, but you didn’t know it had this much of an effect on him. You sank down without a word, hands moving to help him pull his jeans down a bit. His boxers soon followed, bunched over his thick thighs along with his jeans. You didn’t hesitate to press a gentle kiss to his tip, before gently running your tongue over it. Luc’s hands quickly found their way to your hair, and he let out a groan as you took him further into your mouth. You brought a hand up to stroke what wasn’t in your mouth and looked up through your lashes to see Luc’s face flushed and his bottom lip caught between his teeth, trying to keep the noise to a minimum. As you started to build a steady rhythm, Luc couldn’t help but let out small sighs and grunts, especially when you took him as far into your mouth as you could.

“Fuck Y/N, you’re so good at this, can’t believe I finally get to do this,” he choked out. You hummed around him, and he bucked his hips lightly at the vibrations. He went to pull away and apologize, but before he could you shook your head, a silent signal that you were fine. It wasn’t too much longer until he was coming down your throat, letting out a low moan he had tried to contain by burying his face into the crook of his arm. You watched as his knees threatened to give out, and felt his grip tighten in your hair, gently pulling you off when the overstimulation became unpleasant. He looked down on you with a look you could only describe as awe on his face. He stared at you for a second until he was able to speak again.

“Please, let me return the favour. Fuck, I have to thank you for that.” You wanted to say he didn’t owe you anything, that he had brought you to Vancouver and that he didn’t need to repay you, but then again who were you to turn down whatever he was offering. You stood up, and his lips were quickly on yours again. He guided you towards the bed in the middle of the room, and sat you on the edge of it. He gripped the hem of your t-shirt and pulled it over your head before undoing your jeans and sliding them down your legs along with your underwear. He dropped to his knees and your stomach dropped when you realized what he meant by returning the favour. It had come up in conversation one night and you’d mentioned that Mat rarely ate you out. Luc seemed scandalized by this information, claiming that that was completely unfair. You never thought much of it, but now that Luc was kissing up the inside of one of your thighs you realized just how badly you wanted it. His beard scratched against your skin, and he sucked marks into the sensitive skin where they’d be easily hidden. Once he finally turned his attention to where you wanted him most, you were practically dripping for him. He started slow, placing a kiss to your clit before running his tongue through your slit, moaning quietly to himself.

“God, you taste delicious.” You couldn’t answer because he had moved to focus on your clit again, and all that left your mouth was a startled moan. He was eager to please you, and his calm and precise movements quickly grew sloppy as he started to bring you closer to the edge. He’d slipped two fingers into you at some point, and that combined with his skilled tongue had you seeing stars. He easily made you come all over his face, your legs shaking slightly. You bit down on one of your knuckles in an attempt to stop the noises that threatened to pour out of your mouth as he drew out your orgasm as much as he could, but you still cried out his name. You whimpered when he moved away from you and he offered an apologetic look. He slid his fingers out of you and brought them to him mouth to lick clean, savouring the taste of you. He stood up and placed a kiss to your forehead, before explaining that he had to go. His phone had apparently been ringing for the past five minutes, but you’d been too far gone to notice it buzzing in his pocket. He had to go meet the guys for dinner, but he made you promise to meet you somewhere after the game tomorrow. You remained on the bed as he fixed his jeans and his hair, which was a mess after you had spent the past little while running your fingers through it and giving it a gentle tug every now and then. He placed the bag he had brought on the bed beside you and placed one more kiss on your lips before he let himself out You mustered the energy to put some pajama pants on, and you returned to the bed to see what he had brought you. It was a jersey, with his name and number on it. You gripped the navy blue fabric tightly, admiring the 18 on the back, excited for Luc to see you in it. Mat had never given you one of his jerseys, always finding excuses when you asked him about it. You texted Luc to thank him, and he responded with, “Any time. Can’t wait to see you in in ;)”.

You walked into Rogers Arena the next night barely able to contain your excitement. You found your seat, and decided to go down to the ice for warm ups. You watched the team skate out, doing their usual drills and stretches. You caught Luc’s eye and offered him a small smile. He mouthed “nice jersey” at you and you merely winked in return. The game was amazing to say the least. Columbus won 5-0, and you’d been able to watch Luc break his scoring drought in person. He;d texted you to meet him by his car that night, and you both skipped the team’s celebration in favor of heading back to your hotel. You wasted no time as Luc wanted to be back before everyone else. He fucked you with your jersey still on, admiring his name across your back.

“You look great in my jersey,” he commented as he got dressed, looking at you fondly while he buttoned his shirt.

“I’ll make sure to wear it when you play the Isles Tuesday. Maybe you should come to my apartment after the game?” “I’d love to, if you promise you’ll be wearing that and nothing else when I get there.” “Sounds like a plan to me.”

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Secret Night

Fanfic Request: Oh my haaawd hallelujah!!! Ok this will probably be a no from you bc it's pretty bad LOL! I was going to write it myself BUT I'll instead see if you'd like to. JDM visits a strip club after a convention and he gets a VIP dance. Reader notices his wedding ring. The dance turns super hot but they don't fuck. JDM comes back and this time without a ring.... They fuck fuck fuck!!!

Warnings: Smut, swearing, sex, cheating

Note: Sorry that took so long! I have so many requests! Feel free to send in more and feel free to request being tagged in my future fics!

There was a Walking Dead convention in town, and some of the guys from the cast decided to stop by the local strip club afterwards. When you saw the actors walk through the door, you had never been so excited to give someone a lap dance.

They sit in a group of chairs on opposite side of the room. As you walk over, the conversation finally comes into focus.

“Come on, Jeff! Just one lap dance!”

Jeffrey took his glasses off and rubbed his face, mixed with an unpleasant concoction of exhaustion and annoyance. He clearly had a very long day.

“Alright, alright, alright”, he finally grumbles, leaning back in his chair whilst placing his glasses in his coat pocket.

“But just so you know”, he continues, “if my wife finds out about this for whatever reason, I’m going to blame it on you.”

“Worth it!”, Norman says with a fist pump.

You stand there as you watch this entire conversation unfold between the two men, secretly hoping that Norman Reedus would indeed talk Jeffrey Dean Morgan into receiving a lap dance from you. Just looking at the man had you soaking in under a minute.

Jeffrey looks up at you from his chair and motions you forward with a flick of his fingers.

“C’mere, Doll”, he drawled.

Oh god, he sounds just like Negan when he says that. Your inner fangirl is hyperventilating. Little did he know that, when you weren’t working full-time at the strip club, you were curled up at home watching The Walking Dead.

You move forward and begin to straddle him, picking your leg up and placing it right next to his thigh. Before you’re even settled into his lap, he suddenly reaches up and aggressively pulls your thigh down, to where you’re fully straddling him.

Customers weren’t technically supposed to touch the strippers, but you made a major exception for Jeffrey. A small gasp comes out of your mouth as heat rapidly pools between your legs. You pray that your wetness doesn't get onto his pants.

You place your hands on the back of the chair, on either side of his shoulders and begin to gyrate your hips against his crotch, changing from circular motions to forwards and backwards to circular again. Within a matter of seconds, you can feel his growing hardness, which begins to press up against your clit.

“Someone’s a big boy”, you coo in his ear.

“Oh, darling, It’s not even fully erect yet...”, he says with a smirk.

Just his mere words were capable of getting you all hot and bothered. He stares up at you with lust-filled eyes, but you can see that he is working with every ounce of self restraint to not throw you down and fuck you right there.

You decide to tease him to the point of insanity, curious as to how far you could go and equally as curious to see what would happen when he could no longer take it.

You reach down and lick his neck, running the tip of your tongue along his jugular vein, all the way up to his earlobe. You hear a low growl deep within his chest as the muscles in his thighs tense up.

You gently begin nibbling and sucking at his earlobe as you feel his erection continue to grow. He certainly wasn’t lying about his size.

“Fuck”, he growls as he begins to desperately buck his hips up against you, sweat beginning to glisten on his forehead.

You begin sucking a bruise into his neck as you reach down and palm his crotch. You technically weren’t supposed to touch customers, as they were’t supposed to touch you, but you were too into it. You no longer cared about the rules.

He growls louder this time, desperate to touch you.

“Fuck, Doll. I’m married. This is too far. I have a wife and--”

He lets out another groan as his eyes close, completely lost in the warmth and pressure your palm brings to his covered member.

“Show me what a big boy you are, Jeff. Let’s see if I can handle you”, you whisper in his ear.

He mutters lowly in your ear, trying to keep others from overhearing as well as trying to keep himself composed: “Sweetheart, I’d love to fuck the shit out of you, but I’m married with a kid. I can’t do that.”

You make a pouty face as you stand up from his lap, noticing that your session was over. You look down at his crotch and see his still-raging boner.

“Looks like you got a huge problem that you need a professional to take care of”, you say as you wink at him with a smile.

He laughs awkwardly as he tries to adjust himself.

Jeff stands up, towering over your small frame. He smirks and says, “Maybe I’ll see a professional real soon, Darlin’. But right now I gotta head to bed because I have another long day tomorrow.”

You wave goodbye as he and his friends leave, hoping he would take you up on your offer.

After they all leave, the next few days are routine: nothing out of the ordinary, so you were incredibly surprised to see him come in again on a Thursday afternoon, by himself.

He immediately spotted you and sauntered over to you, placing a dollar bill in your bra. As he sticks his left hand out with his knuckles facing upwards, you notice he's removed his wedding ring.

He leans into your ear and asks in a low voice, “When do you get off work, Sweetheart? I still have a huge problem that requires a professional to fix.”

“I get off in an 20 minutes”, you say with a smile.

“Tell them you feel sick and that you have to leave now.”

“I can’t do that! They’ll know I’m lying and besides I only have twenty--”

He places his index finger and thumb under your chin and makes you look up him, straight into his eyes, still oozing with lust.

“Doll, this problem of mine is getting worse as we speak. I really, really need you”, he says, clenching his jaw.

That’s all it takes for him to convince you. You walk into your boss’s office and tell him you feel sick to your stomach all of a sudden. Luckily, he believes you, saying that leaving twenty minutes early isn’t a big deal anyways.

You put your street clothes back on: a flowy skirt and a colorful tank top. You walk back out to where Jeff is standing.

“Let’s go to my hotel, Doll. I’m in the penthouse with a kickass view and a hot tub. We can have dinner there, too.”

“That sounds great!”, you smile in approval and the two of you catch a cab to his hotel.

Upon arrival, the two of you head straight upstairs and enter his hotel room. You realize that he was completely serious -- it was a huge penthouse with a hot tub, balcony, and several different rooms.

He shuts the door behind you and walks over to you, pressing his body against yours from behind. You can already feel his erection growing again. He reaches down and begins kissing your neck, the sensations of his teeth and tongue putting you in the exact same positions he was in only a few days ago. Your legs go weak.

“Jeff”, you whimper, nearly collapsing if it wasn’t for his arm wrapping around the front of you, catching you from kneeing the floor.

“Don’t whine, baby girl -- you did the exact same thing to me the other night. Now you know how it feels to be teased”, he says with a smirk.

He moves back to kissing and licking your neck, occasionally sucking on the skin, leaving bruises, just as you did to him the other day.

You suddenly remember his wife and ringless hand. You turn around and look at him.

“Wait, what about your wife?”

“Doll, not to sound like a jackass, but you didn’t seem to care about my wife the other day.”

He wasn’t exactly wrong, but his decision to take you up on your offer to fix is “big problem” intrigued you.

“It’s just that you seem to have decided to see me again, when you were unsure last time. What changed?”

Jeff shrugged.

“Nothing changed. I have a great marriage. But she doesn’t have the sexual stamina that I do. She can’t keep up. I’m satisfied after I have sex with her, but then I’m horny again within the hour. It’s constant. She doesn’t need a good fuck as much as I do.”

“Well, you’ve come to the right girl and I can’t wait to satisfy you”, you say with a wink.

“Is that so?” Jeff asks, taking a step towards you until you’re pushed up against the wall.

“Yes”, you say breathlessly.

“Be careful what you wish for, Sweetheart”, he says gruffly, wrapping his hand around your throat, gently squeezing the sides, “I like it fuckin’ rough and kinky.”

“Don’t hold back”, you say breathlessly.

Any ounce of worry that lingered in his eyes faded immediately, being replaced with pure, animalistic lust. He picked you up with little effort and pressed you against the wall.

“You have no idea what you’ve gotten yourself into, Doll.”

He presses his lips against yours, not warming you up at all. He slides his tongue past your teeth and it presses against your tongue. As the two of you battle over control, he gently places you back down on your feet and suddenly pulls away from your mouth. You whimper at the loss of sensation.

He slowly kneels down to his knees and lifts up your skirt.

“No undies, Doll? You’re a very naughty girl”, he says, reaching up and running his finger along your folds.

You gasp and begin to slide down the wall as your legs go weak.

“nuh-uh. You’re going to stay standing, hon.”

His dominant and authoritative demeanor make you even hornier.

“You’re already nice and wet for me and I’ve hardly touched you”, he says, pushing a finger into your entrance.

You groan and try to get friction by bucking your hips. He presses his hand down on your lower stomach, holding you in place.

“Be a good girl for me. Don’t you want to cum?”

Your eyes widen and you nod your head rapidly. He adds another finger and begins to move in and out of you, slowly picking up speed as your moans become louder and your breaths shorter.

Just as you near your edge, he pulls his fingers out of you, licking them to clean them off. You whine wantonly, desperate for a release.

“You’ll cum when I tell you to, baby girl”, he says, standing up and towering over you once again.

“Be a good girl for me and strip all your clothes off. Go lay down on the bed afterwards.”

You strip anxiously for him, knowing neither you nor your body wanted to engage in slow foreplay. Once naked, you lay down on his king-sized bed.

“Spread those legs for me, Doll. Let me see that pretty pink pussy.”

You spread your legs for him, eliciting a growl from him. He stands at the foot of the bed and unbuckles his belt before pulling down his jeans and boxers all at once. His erect member appears, as large as you had suspected.

He rubs his thumb over the tip, spreading pre cum along his shaft.

“You want to be stuffed with my cock, baby doll?” he asks while stroking himself.

“Yes, Daddy”, you say without thinking.

He pulls you to the very edge of the bed, to where your bottom was almost hanging off, and places your legs on his shoulders.

Slowly, he guides himself into your slick heat, moving all the way in until he bottoms out. Never have you felt more full. He takes up every inch of you, not missing one spot. Your breath hitches as you try to adjust to his size.

“I fuckin’ told you I was big, sweetheart.”

You let out a groan as your legs shake in pleasure and pain.

“Fucking hell, Jeffrey!” you cry out, almost breathless.

“I’ve heard that come out of a lot of women’s mouths”, he says cockily.

He begins to slowly thrust in and out of you, giving you time to fully adjust. As pain fades into pleasure, you beg him to go faster. He picks up his speed immediately and you throw your head back in ecstasy.

He suddenly flips you over on your stomach and pushes back onto you, grabbing a tight hold of your hair and nipping at the side of your neck.

“You like that? You like it when I take you like a fuckin’ animal? Is this what you fuckin’ want!”

“Yes, Jeffrey!” you cry out, coming to the edge of your orgasm.

He spanks your ass, the sudden pain on your right butt cheek registering to you moments after the sound of it. It was this sensation that finally threw you over the edge, your walls tightly gripping his cock, pulsating around it as he continued to move in and out of you, riding you through your orgasm.

“Shit”, he growls, his movements faltering as he pulls out and releases hot, white ropes of cum all over your back as he jerks himself off.

He stays in his position above you for a moment, catching his breath.

“I think that’s the best fuck I’ve ever had”, he says.

“You’ll have to let me know when you come back to visit.”

“Oh don’t you worry, Doll. I’ll be fuckin’ back.”

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