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vad-hander · 3 years

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• Pairing: Jaebeom x reader

• Genre: smut, fluff

• Warnings: established relationships, dom!Jaebeom sub!reader switched positions, teasing, orgasm denial, unprotected sex

• Words: 10k

“My kink is you wearing these jeans and a dress shirt, why’d you make me suffer from orgasm denial in the past 4 hours?” you moaned quietly to not make anyone else hear it in case someone was behind the door. “I didn’t know you were this needy.” he smirked pecking your lips quickly. “Want to see?” your hand landed on top of his palm, trying to slide it down to the center of your body.

Youngjae’s generous invitation for Jaebeom & you to visit his musical made you more excited than you ever thought it would. The two of you just got out of a 14 days quarantine you had to undergo after returning to Korea and this was meant to be your first post-quarantine event, let alone the fact the two of you haven’t been anywhere in what felt like ages.

You watched Jaebeom put his tight black jeans on, which itself was an event for you. He didn’t let happen too often with wearing baggy pants but you never really cared what he wore, you never even had the thought of commanding him on what to wear and what not, but the view of his legs wrapped in a black jeans material gave your body and ecstatic shock wave making your core throb from a single glance. Before meeting Jaebeom you never thought the view of someone’s legs could make you feel the things you felt but the reality of being in love hit you every time you caught yourself finding things that were normal to you regarding other people but were filled with sexiness when it was about Jaebeom. These thoughts always gave you a mental reminder you never were in love with anyone as much you were with him. The slight smirk on your lips was caught by his stare and he turned around to face you, moving his, actually long, legs towards you.

“What’s up with the smirk?” he gifted you a smile trying to lightly pinch your cheek by sliding his middle and index finger over it. “You’re ready?”

“Yes boo.” the nickname made Jaebeom smile wider and his hand slid onto your neck, gripping lightly to move your head closer to press a small kiss in the corner of your lips.

“You’re cute.” he smiled letting go.

“The urge of taking these pants off your legs is making me act up.” you joked making him chuckle.

“We can’t be late, you’ll have to wait.” Jaebeom slid his hand down your shoulder to intertwine your fingers and pull you to come with him.

“I know you’re lying, nothing would stop you usually. You don’t like me?” you mixed up a dramatic and cute looks making Jaebeom laugh at your obvious bad acting.

“You know this was bad, right?” you simply nodded chuckling lightly agreeing with him.

“Want to punish me?” you gave it one more shot getting a disappointed nod from your boyfriend.

“Now don’t expect to peacefully go to bed when we get back home.” he pecked your lips for the final time dragging you to go to the exit.

The musical was good, you liked going to theatres the only issue here was the fact you barely spoke Korean, and at first Jaebeom was trying to interpret a little but soon he gave up due to all those people around you constant staring and hissing. “It’s okay, you’ll tell me after it’s over, let’s see if what I guessed is any close to what it actually was.” you chuckled allowing Jaebeom to rest in his sit to fully focus on his friends acting.

A staff came crawling over your raw just a few minutes before everything ended asking you in a polite manner to follow him backstage and you two, excusing yourselves and bending as low as possible, exited the hall to a light corridor. The room was completely empty and Jaebeom took your hand in his. You held onto his fingers tightly appreciating him seeking for contact at any giving chance you had. Touching and any form of informal interaction was something you held back from doing due to Jaebeoms status in life. You always planned to pull the staff or the friend card if someone suspected anything and in order of doing it successfully you needed to act accordingly, you always acted accordingly. The only person to break the rule was Jaebeom and there was nothing better in life than feeling the adrenaline run through your veins when in a sudden move he’d take your hand or pull you in for a light kiss. You loved these moments and you lived for these moments. You lived for the moments when you could tease him to the state where he could barely hold himself back, to the state where he dragged you to the bathroom multiple times to bend or kneel you down to release the tension in his pants. He rarely acted bold but when he did he drove you insane. Light moves of his thumb over the skin on your palm were like the moves of a match on a matchbox, striking sparks down your core but he seemed casual about it.

“I think he’ll want to go to eat after this, will you want to go with us?” he drew your attention to his face.

“If I won’t go, you’ll come back late, I’ll be asleep already and then you won’t keep your promise, and your promise is the only thing I could think of through this whole time.” you said quietly in case the man that was leading you spoke English aswell.

“No, I would keep it even if I’d come at 3am.” light chuckle of his whispered tone was interrupted by the staff that finally told you to come into the room to wait for Youngjae.

“I wish we could go on other dates too. I’d like to see Jinki, I like him a lot.” you commented looking at all those posters hanging all over the walls.

“I’ll ask Youngjae about that.” he chuckled and pulled you to seat beside him. “So are you coming?”

“Did you agree with him to go without me?” you squeezed your eyes suspiciously.

“You’ll be bored, that’s it.”

“I won’t be, I’ll eat deliciously and then I’ll just stare at your beautiful side profile until you’d want to go home and get your beautiful profile deep between my legs. I won’t understand you two for the most part anyway, you can share your little secrets calmly.” you booped him on the nose finishing your sentence cutely.

“The more you say things like that the less I want to go anywhere except for going home and getting on top of you.” Jaebeom grabbed your neck moving you closer.

“That’s what I told you in the first place. My kink is you wearing these jeans and a dress shirt, why’d you make me suffer from orgasm denial in the past 4 hours?” you moaned quietly to not make anyone else hear it in case someone was behind the door.

“I didn’t know you were this needy.” he smirked pecking your lips quickly.

“Want to see?” your hand landed on top of his palm, trying to slide it down to the center of your body.

“No, no, no.” he moved back suddenly. “Don’t turn me on like that, don’t. Youngjae will come any second and I don’t want to have a boner in these tight jeans.”

“Well, not good for you.” you chuckled trying to get from Jaebeoms grip, and he only let go of you when he licked into your mouth multiple times.

Jaebeom was obviously right about the dinner and now the three of you were sitting at the private booth in the restaurant not too far from the place where you watched the musical. The food was good and it was the greatest gift you could receive in the time being. You were slowly running your eyes over Youngjae and Jaebeom, not really having much to add to the heated conversation they had. Mostly, due to the fact you barely could catch up on what they were saying, but as long as the food kept you occupied you were good. Inner urge to fish your phone out and just entertain yourself while scrolling was something you fought harshly, finding it a tad bit inappropriate and disrespectful. In search of things you could entertain yourself with you remembered your teasing game, which wasn’t initially a game, it was just your pure will, but since Jaebeom denied you, you had no other option left other than tease him to the state where he wouldn’t be able to fight back anymore.

Placing your chopsticks back to their designated place when you finished eating you sat back a little moving your legs closer to Jaebeoms. You bumped your knees accidentally , getting a warm smile from him before turning his attention back to Youngjae. Thanks to the seating with chairs Youngjae wasn’t able to see your legs and you were able to quietly put your palm over Jaebeoms knee. Your featherlight touch drew his attention back to you.

“You’re good?” his tone changed 180 from a casual one he spoke to Youngjae with to a caring sweet one when he spoke to you. A smile lit up your face and you guessed you looked like two disgusting idiots to Youngjae, you really didn’t want to be the annoying girlfriend that ruined the bros hang out.

“Yeah.” you pouted slightly and expected Jaebeom to give you a light peck, because he always did when you pouted, but he just nodded a quick no, saying sorry with his eyes. You moved a bit more closer to Jaebeom, resting your head on his shoulder, blinking blindly with your eyes running over the room. None of the boys paid any attention to what you did, so you just rested for a couple of minutes, listening to the words that left their mouths. The moment Jaebeom relaxed his body, that he tensed up the second you touched him, you knew it was the time to make him tense up again. Your hand lightly ran over his knee and it took all in you to hold back from chuckling at how fast Jaebeoms reaction to it was. He didn’t stop you and he didn’t give any visible to Youngjae reaction, so you just continued stroking his knee calmly, feeling him get used to and chill under the touch. Running your fingers up his leg you felt Jaebeoms hand on your thigh, gripping lightly to signal for you to stop. He still acted as if nothing was happening under the table, so you had to just bite your cheek to not draw attention. Jaebeom’s fingers ran up your bare skin, with the robe-like dress you wore he easily snaked his hand up without lifting your dress up, rubbing with his thumb your sensitive skin. The light touches of his fingers mixed with the feeling of cold metal from the rings he wore send warmth down to your core. You dug your nails into his thigh through material of his black jeans, trying to stop yourself from reacting too vividly.

“It’s your birthday?” Youngjae asked in English drawing your attention to him. You lifted your head from Jaebeoms shoulder, moving your head around confusedly trying to get yourself back together from those pleasures feelings.

“Huh?” you were taken aback by the sudden question and it showed on your face.

“You had your birthday a couple of days ago.” Jaebeom said with a slight smile on his lips from your reaction.

“Yeah, yeah. It was my birthday.” you ran your eyes from Jaebeom back to Youngjae.

“I have a gift.” he said in a cute tone, reaching out to his bag to find something.

“What?” you exclaimed excitedly. “You didn’t have to.” Youngjae straightened his back expanding his hand towards you. There was a small box that said ‘Gucci’ on it. “No, I can’t take it!” you exclaimed taking the box out of his hand. “What’s in there?” Jaebeom asked Youngjae the same question in korean for him to understand.

“Open.” Youngjae simply commanded and you pulled the top of the box up, revealing to you the gift wrapped in paper with a Gucci sticker on. You laid the box on the table to rip the sticker off and finally see what he got you.

“Thank you so much!” your hands revealed to your curious eyes a pretty card holder. “Look!” you exclaimed shoving it in Jaebeoms face. “This is nice.” you smiled at him and he nodded lightly taking the holder from your hand to check it out “Wow, Youngjae, thank you so much.” you ran your fingers over the material of the holder before letting go of it. “Can I hug you?” you asked politely in Korean. Youngjae nodded gifting you a light chuckle, before moving to stand up. You moved your chair too, noticing how Jaebeom moved his hand from your thigh to the back of your chair. His hand ran through your spine when you stood up and with Youngjae expanding his hands towards you there was no time for you to react to your boyfriends movements, hugging Youngjae tightly. “Thank you so much, you really didn’t have to.” you spoke in Korean again, using up all of your skills and knowledge for the sentence.

Right when you felt like the hug took longer than the both of you intended, you felt Jaebeoms fingers on your elbow, pulling you back to him. He coughed in his ordinary manner making you chuckle at the absurd display of jealousy and possessiveness as if you and Youngjae were showing any affection towards each other at all. Youngjae let go of you quicker than you expected, making you fall back into embrace of the guy that suddenly was in the mood to mark his territory. You felt his hand on the back of your chair again, lightly tapping your shoulder. You gave his knee a light punch as if telling him to stop and with Youngjaes silent chuckle they began talking again.

“Oh, I need to go, Coco is waiting for her walkie.” you heard Youngjae speak, turning your head to see Jaebeoms reaction.

“Yeah, you’re right, it’s pretty late.” he checked his lock screen “ I guess my pup is in need of a walk aswell.” he chuckled referring to you and Youngjae made a loud throaty laugh, making it die quickly when he noticed your death stares towards Jaebeom.

He kept his little game even after you paid, getting up and leaving he patted your head and said ‘let’s go’ with tapping his knee as if you were an actual pup. Jaebeoms face lit up with happiness when he heard Youngjaes laugh and you played along sticking your tongue out and bending your hands for two seconds when Youngjae turned away gaining an approving smile from Jaebeom, rolling your eyes at him afterwards.

Jaebeoms hands landed on your waist the second his feet entered the elevator behind you. His hands pushed you to turn around and before you could even see his face expression in the elevators mirror you were facing Jaebeom. Your eyes ran over his face noticing how he really tried hard to keep it expressionless. You smiled lightly, biting your lower lip. His hands were glued to your waist and you ran your hands up his, resting them over his neck.

“What?” you asked and he opened his mouth to answer, but the sound of the elevators door closing made you jump in his hands out of surprise and Jaebeom chuckled at your reaction.

“We didn’t press the floor button, did we?” he said letting go of you to do so. You nodded lightly and Jaebeom pulled you to his chest hugging tightly. You rested your head on his chest, snaking your hands over his warm body. “Where’s your gift?” he asked you suddenly making you realise you left it in the car.

“Da-a-mn.” you growled into his chest and Jaebeom’s hand squeezed your neck lightly.

“Are you tired or what?” he said, turning around when the elevator came to the needed floor. You chased after Jaebeom, catching his extended towards you palm, walking with holding on to his hand with both yours. He punched in the passcode to your door, pulling you to walk in with him and letting go of you to close the door.

You stood in front of the door watching him take his shoes off expecting Jaebeom to pay any attention to you, but he just walked forward, turning around to take a look at you. “Why you’re standing?” he made a real surprised face expression looking you up. You frowned, quickly taking the shoes off your feet. Walking in a quick pace past Jaebeom who was still standing and watching you, you punched him lightly into his side with your elbow, getting a light chuckle from him. Jaebeoms hands grabbed you by the waist mid-action, pulling you close to his back. “Needy.” he murmured into your shoulder, giving it a light bite.

“I thought we had an agreement.” you tried to push him off, but Jaebeoms grip was obviously stronger.

“I can’t even tease you for a second?” he chuckled lightly, caressing your stomach with his fingers. “You had fun through the whole evening and I’m not allowed to do it for a slight moment?” he whined to make you feel bad about your behaviour “That’s selfish.” Jaebeom turned you around in his arms, resting both of his palms on your cheeks. “Since when are you selfish?”

“Since when the only time I’m allowed to rule is when I’m teasing you in front of someone because you don’t like to pay attention to me in these circumstances. All other times you act like an insufferable dom, there’s nothing I’m allowed to do.” you sighed, licking your lips.

“I’m not... that much of a dom...” he said sounding like he might’ve doubted it himself.

“You are...” you nodded lightly and Jaebeom bit his lower lip with an apologetic grimace on his face.

“I’m sorry but I guess you should’ve told me two years ago you don’t like it. What took you so long?” he sighed lowering his hands back to your waist.

“I never said I don’t.” you tilted your head to the side, resting your hands on Jaebeoms broad shoulders.

“I see.” he chuckled lightly trying to contain his smile making the cute little face expression you liked so much. His cuteness made your heart clench at the same time with making your entire body warmer.

“So what?” your hands slowly made their way over to his stomach, caressing it with your fingertips.

“You wanted to rule, so rule.” Jaebeom suggested. You stayed silent to see his further actions but he just stood calmly staring back at you. “Come on, my patience won’t last forever.” he teased.

“Let’s go.” you grabbed his hand, pulling him to walk behind you towards your shared bedroom.

Entering the room, you noticed how the lights from the streets of Seoul were blocked by the black-out curtains that were weighing on the ledge. The only light in the room was coming from the side where the curtains weren’t properly closing the window. Small glimpses of light jumped over the walls from passing-by cars. You loosened your grip on Jaebeom’s hand, letting his fingers naturally slide from yours. Your eyes were too focused on the light, and when you didn’t move for quite a while, Jaebeom moved behind you. You felt his fingers move your hair away from your shoulder, feeling fresh air run up your neck. He leaned in closer to your ear, resting his fingers on your shoulder. Jaebeom’s lips left a kiss at the base of your neck making you shiver immediately. His touch was intoxicating to you, no matter how much time had passed, you still were getting goosebumps from whatever he said or did to you.

“Are you coming up with a grand plan to torture me?” he chuckled into your neck, running his lips up to your ear to move his face forward and rest his cheek against yours. Jaebeom’s hands snaked over your body, intertwining your fingers. He hugged your body tightly with both his and yours hands. You closed your eyes relishing the moment, rubbing your cheek lightly against his. You felt his lips on your jaw, leaving light pecks and *maybe* signalling you that you’re slow at giving him what he wants you to give him the most. You weren’t able to open your eyes though because Jaebeom’s light pecks turned into tiny sloppy kisses that just forced you to rest your head against his left shoulder, allowing him more access to your sensitive skin. With each feel of his lips on your neck, with each little sound he made when his lips met your skin you felt how your body relaxed more against his and you felt how your heart was trembling as if it was the first time he touched you at all. One of his hands left your waist only to rest against your cheek the next moment. His hand pulled your head by the neck to the side, holding on to it. Jaebeom’s lips moved back up to your jaw, nibbling on the spot under your ear. His light actions forced a moan escape your mouth, a moan that got you back into reality and got strength back into your feet.

“Wait.” you tried to tell him normally but your voice was weak and sounded more like a moan.

“Yeah?” he stopped drawing his attention to you. You turned around in his arms to face him properly. Thin laces of light ran over Jaebeoms face, giving you an opportunity to see his beautiful features for the nth time. You felt your heart clench when your eyes landed on his lips, unconsciously raising your hands to caress his cheeks. One of your hands slid down onto his neck, hooking it around it to hold on. Your free hand ran a line up his nose with your index finger, feeling how Jaebeom’s hand held tighter on your waist.

“I love you.” you sighed, pulling his face down closer to yours.

“I know baby, I love you too.” his tone was soft and low, you could barely hear him, he was practically murmuring. Jaebeom rested his forehead against yours, allowing for you to decide on what you’ll do next.

Moving your hands back to Jaebeoms face, you pulled his face a tiny bit closer, finally intertwining your lips. The kiss that you were waiting for for the whole evening quickly changed from a soft and slow one into something passionate, something that took both of your breaths away. Jaebeom’s hands ran up and down your side, making your head go dizzy every time he squeezed your butt before running his hand back up, pushing your body harder against his. He had to pull your face from his when it felt like the both of you could lose consciousness from the lack of air in your lungs.

“I still want to take these pants off your legs.” you murmured into his lips, pulling him more towards you.

“I won’t protest.” he chuckled and guided you towards the bed. You gave in, because its what you usually did. You obeyed and listened to what Jaebeom said and you both enjoyed it very much, but he said it’s up to you tonight and you weren’t planning on giving that completely up.

“Sit down then.” you demanded, and Jaebeom chuckled at your serious voice but obeyed diligently, walking with you to the bed. He didn’t break eye contact, sitting down and running his tongue over his mouth. Jaebeom sat down in an arrogant pose, spreading his knees but crossing his ankles. He switched his body weight to his hands that were keeping him up behind his back. “Move.” you commanded him with your hands, showing for him to crawl deeper onto the bed. He listened again, straightening his long skinny legs in front of you. The bulge, that was always visible through tight material of his pants, drew even more of your attention to it now that he was slightly turned on. You pressed a knee into the mattress of the bed, and Jaebeom lifted his body on his elbows, expectant of what you’ll do. You quickly got to his lap and Jaebeom’s hands quickly found their place on your thighs. “What should I do with you…?” you smirked at him, placing your hands on each side of his head.

“You pick, I don’t know.”

“I’m drowning in the ocean of possibilities, I should’ve prepared myself.” you chuckled lowering your face in front of him.

“Want to switch it up?”

“Never.” you kissed him, slowly rocking your body against his. A low groan escaped Jaebeom’s throat giving you a boost of confidence you never knew you needed. You broke off the kiss, moving your lips to his neck. The feeling of your wet mouth made him groan again and the vibration that escaped his throat and passed to you through your lips settled down in your core. You felt your insides clench and the only thing you could think about from now on is how good he’ll feel inside of you.

“Remember you told me once things you liked about me?” you moved back up to his face to be able to see his eyes.

“Of course I do, it was last week.” his hand ran up your waist.

“I want to do the same thing.” you licked his lips, slowly running your tongue over his mouth.

“Okay…?”

“Can I?” you asked out of habit.

“You know you can do anything you want, baby.” he let go of your leg, finding your face to caress your cheek. “Don’t make me feel bad with questions like that, now you’re making me believe I’m a conceited bully who’s keeping you in slavery.”

“Not true.” you opposed “One of the things I like about you…” you began slowly “…is the fact that you can control me but respect my views and needs at the same time.” your lips landed on his cheek. “You’re caring even though controlling and I have no idea how you’re doing it like that and to be fair that’s super sexy. But this is not what I wanted to tell you.” your lips found his once again.

“Okay, okay.” he chuckled, pulling you closer.

“Promise to just shut me up and just fuck me if I’ll get too sentimental, okay? I don’t want to be a crying mess.”

“Don’t worry, I won’t let you, you were grabbing onto my thigh through the whole evening I can’t even think straight right now, I want you.”

“I’m sorry.” you chuckled “But now I just want you to know that I’m so glad you asked me to stay with you when the rent at my place was due and I wanted to go home. I’m so glad I didn’t protest too much to stay at your place with you two years ago and now I’m here with you in this bed, and I love you so-so much. Fuck…” you sighed feeling that you already were emotional. This wasn’t even what you wanted to tell him in the first place, but now that you began you weren’t able to stop yourself from saying all those things. “We probably wouldn’t have lasted long if we went long-distance, I would’ve sulked and missed you so much.” you sighed and smiled lightly at him when you saw his cute little smile. “This is not even what I was planning to tell you. I wasn’t planning to make myself sob.” you chuckled and Jaebeom’s warm fingers on your cheek made your heart clench once again. “I love you a lot, I don’t want to ever not be able to tell you that I love you.”

“I swear, you won’t.” Jaebeom reassured you when you weren’t expecting him to speak at all. “Don’t cry. We’re good, no, we’re great. I love you, and you love me. We’re almost never fight, we’re on the same page, we’re there for each other. I don’t want to let go of you, in fact I want to build a family with you, I told you that. Baby, remember how you told me earlier you wanted me? Come on, show me, don’t cry, you’re upsetting me. I’m the insufferable dom, obey.” a smile lit up his face “I’m ordering for you to rule me, even though this sounds weird to say it like that.”

“I’m sorry, I think I’m just tipsy from what I drank at the restaurant. I was ready to fuck with you in that waiting room and now I’m on top of you and what am I doing? Sobbing.” you chuckled.

“Come here.” Jaebeom said seriously, pushing your hair to your back from hanging in front of his face. His hands pressed you towards his head, making you two kiss. Jaebeom’s lips moved quickly demanding the access into your mouth swiftly. You found balance by each side of Jaebeom’s shoulders, pressing your hands into the mattress. Jaebeom’s hand ran up your neck with a featherlight touch, going back down. His thumb began caressing your collarbone, sending shivers down your spine. Jaebeom’s other hand left your waist as well, sliding towards inner side of your thigh. He ran his hand under the hem of your dress, drawing circles over your bare skin. When his hand was right at the line of your underwear, he ran his fingers over cotton material of your underwear, lowering his fingers and running them up and down your clothed heat. “Do you feel better?” he asked running his fingers past the thin material of your underwear to touch you there.

“Wait.” you moaned into his mouth and he let go of you the next second. “I didn’t tell you.”

“You’ll start crying again, I just got you back.” he sighed.

“No, I won’t now, I just want to hold you back for as long as possible for you to cum harder, do you want that?”

“Baby…” he made a throaty sound.

“No, you have to say it with words, that’s your own rule, follow it.” you smiled making him clear his throat.

“Yeah, I do.” Jaebeom’s hand squeezed your thigh.

“Good. Don’t touch me unless I’ll tell you to. Should I tie you up?” you crooked your neck to look at him from the side.

“No, no, I’ll obey.”

“I hope so.” you felt Jaebeom let go of you, resting his hands on each side of his body. You leaned in to kiss him, softly moving your lips against his, he kissed you back, yet being able to not boss you around. He waited patiently for you to slip your tongue into his mouth, sucking on it lightly. “Mmmh.” he forced a moan out of you with the way his mouth was moving. You pulled back and Jaebeom lifted one of his hands to push you back down, but stopped himself half-way, dropping his hand back on the mattress. “Good boy.” you chuckled. “You know that I love your lips, right?” he nodded, mumbling quiet ‘yes’ afterwards. “I can’t hold back from kissing them all the time.” your fingers ran over his lower lip “And you’re always making me struggle, always forcing me to cry from want. Always making me beg for you. Why do you like me begging for you so much?” you asked rhetorically, kissing him again. Your lips moved slowly to his jaw, getting closer to his ear. “You know when I like your lips the most?” you sighed into his ear.

“I can probably guess.”

“Okay, guess.” you moved back to see his face.

“No, you tell me.” he quickly replied.

“When you get them between my legs.” you exhaled.

“Yeah…” he moaned in your ear “Do you want me to do that now?” you felt your insides clench at the unexpected suggestion. Temptation was way too strong and it took all in you to kindly decline it.

You moved your body a bit lower, now properly resting your lower part against Jaebeoms groin. Your fingers landed on his neck, stroking it lightly up and down. Softly touching his lips with yours, you snaked your fingers behind his neck, trying to wrap your hands around it. “Just taking a look at your neck is making me clench. I’m obsessed with your neck, its so thick, I can barely wrap my hands around it. And your Adam’s apple is moving so sexily every time you swallow.” you paused and he swallowed “Baby, yes, like that.” you whispered when Jaebeom’s Adam’s apple bobbed under your thumbs. “Can I bite it?” you paused to hear a reply from him but quickly changed your mind “Whatever, I’m going to bite it anyway.” running your lips over his neck mindlessly, you found a spot you liked to bite onto so much, tasting the skin, pulling it lightly between your teeth. Your tongue lightly nibbled on the bitten spot, right before your lips sucked in air, leaving red mark on his neck.

You moved your head back, eyeing the red stain you left. Your hands landed on his chest, helping you to find balance and Jaebeom’s hands landed on your hips, reminding you of the no-touching rule. You found his hands with yours, pulling them from you, moving them up, and then making him lower them above his head.

“I’m sorry, I won’t do that again.”

“Too late.” you stated. The only thing that came to your mind that could hold his hands in place was the belt that he had in his jeans, so you tried to hold both his hands with one of yours, expanding the other one to undo his belt somehow.

“You want to tie me up with my own belt?” he made a weird sound.

“Yeah, there’s nothing else I can come up with.” you smiled at him apologetically.

“Come on, I’ll be good, I won’t touch you, I swear.” he begged but you knew it was only to last up until you actually touched him and made him wait. You shook your head no, signalling for Jaebeom to lift his butt a bit, for you to be able to get your new handmade leathery handcuffs from his pants. “Baby…” he sighed.

“I know you’re not good at controlling yourself, i need something to ensure myself you’ll obey.” Getting the belt in front of his arms, you freed him to properly put it around his arms with both of yours. “Wait, we need to take off your shirt first.” you realised that you won’t be able to do that if you’ll tie him. Your hands got back to his chest, running your fingers over to where his buttons were already unbuttoned. You played with his yin-yang necklace that was peaking and teasing your eyes through the whole evening, unbuttoning more of the buttons on his shirt. Getting more access to the skin on his stomach, you pulled the shirt from under his pants, finally finishing with those buttons. You let both halves of the shirt lie down on Jaebeom’s sides. Your hands ran over his chest, lowering your head to plant a kiss on his abdomen. “Do you want to know how much I love your stomach?” you forced him to lift his shoulders off the bed, to let you pull the shirt off them. “Or your shoulders?” you tossed material to the side, getting your attention back to the belt. You wrapped it around his hands, forcing him to pull them back up, passing it in between his wrists afterwards, fastening the belt over it. He pulled lightly to test it, and it held his hands in place, making him drop his head back on the bed disappointed. “Pretty.” you said more to yourself than him, running your fingers from his shoulders to the waist of his jeans. “Even prettier down here.” you mumbled under your breath, squeezing him through the jeans. His body jerked in response, and you chuckled lightly because he pointlessly tried to free his hands. “You won’t mind if I’ll lick your stomach, right?” you asked, lowering your face in front of his abs. You extended your tongue, lifting your eyes to watch Jaebeom’s face expression. He bit down onto his lower lip, watching how you lowered your head, making your tongue meet his stomach. His body made a wave from the sensation. You began drawing small circles over his toned muscles, making your tongue move between every cube of the six-pack. Your chest was moving against his cock, stimulating Jaebeom even more, forcing a low groan out of him. “You know you can tell me what you want me to do?” you kissed a line up his stomach to his chest “I’ll consider your suggestions.” you got your tongue back out, sliding it up his chest to Jaebeom’s neck. You crawled over him, giving you an ability to properly look him in the eyes. “Do you have any?” you licked your lips, lowering your face closer to his.

“No, I’m good.” he coughed lightly, lifting his head from the bed to kiss you. You shot your body back up, pressing his shoulders back down to bed with your palms. “Come on.” He growled disappointedly.

“Weren’t you good just a second ago?” you chuckled. He shielded his eyes as if he was suffering from pain, lifting his head up to look at the bed behind him. “I know baby,” you ran your fingers from his armpit to where his hands were held hostage “it’ll hurt your pride if you’ll beg me for something, but I promise, you won’t die from that.” your hands ran back down, stroking lower, getting through his sides to the waistband of his jeans. The band of his underwear was showing from under his pants, letting you know the brand he wore. You ran your fingers over the band, getting them under it to run back to his left side. You noticed how Jaebeom’s hands grabbed onto the bedsheets above his head, fisting them harshly. “Sure you don’t want to try it?” you moved your hand away, only to drop your fingers over his crotch. Your fingers ran up and down lightly, stroking him with subtle motions. His hips twitched under you, trying to lift them and get more friction which you obviously weren’t about to give him. “No, this is not what the deal was, isn’t it?” you moved your hand away and Jaebeom stopped.

“I’m sorry.” he mumbled under his nose, turning his head away to close his eyes once again.

“The more you break the rules, the longer I’ll take, you get it?”

“Yeah.” He sighed. You got your hand back, palming his crotch slowly. Getting your face once again on the same level with his, you finally kissed him, making a low moan, when Jaebeom bit your lip due to your hands stronger stroking. You moved away to breathe in air, getting your free hand to stroke Jaebeom’s cheek.

“Be a good boy for me? Can you be good for me?” you mumbled into his lips “Just be good, don’t you want to cum?” you pecked his mouth but instead of replying he moaned quietly as a reaction to you squeezing his cock in your hand “you really should start using words.”

“I’ll be good.” He said with his mouth only, giving you an idea of how difficult it is for him to even be under you.

You using same words and tactics as he usually did probably gave him an idea of what it felt like from your side, when he’d rule you and made you be his submissive, when he’d make you speak at the peak of orgasm with the condition of not letting you cum if you didn’t. The difference was that Jaebeom had real issues with begging, he didn’t quite like the idea of begging for anything, so Jaebeom crying and moaning for you to let him cum was something you’d pay for to watch, and you were about to get a free ticket to that.

You tried to undo the button on his jeans with one hand, but you failed miserably, sitting up and undoing the jeans properly with both of your hands. He lifted his hips immediately, predicting you to take off the pants. You decided not to do it the way he wanted it, unzipping the zipper, and just unfolding his jeans to the side, allowing his bulge to get free. The only thing that now divided your palm from his cock was the thin cotton of his underwear. You stroked him multiple times, giving him more pressure than before. You felt Jaebeom’s thighs tense up under your legs, twitching yet again from your hand. You paid all of your attention to his member that was poking the underwear making a droplet of pre-cum smear over the material, soaking it. Your hand left Jaebeom, getting a light whine from him, only to hear him groan a second after, when your hand snaked under his underwear, finally making you meet his warm cock. You stroked him, moving your hand up and down, squeezing him lightly at the base.

“Don’t stop, please.” His voice sounded high-pitched. “Baby, I beg you…” he sighed and you got your hand tighter over him, squeezing more “Yeah, like that.” He sighed again.

You watched his face expression, his eyes were shut tight, small droplets of sweat were forming over his forehead. When your hand wrapped tighter around him he squeezed his eyes in pleasure, making a wave with his body. You weren’t quite sure if Jaebeom was already on the edge, but he acted as if he already was, so you had to let go of him just in case.

“Why?” he asked angrily.

“Did you try to trick me? Did you want to cum?”

“No.” he sighed. “You wouldn’t let me anyway.”

“Right, and now, I’ll have to be even more strict with you.”

“Y/n, come on… I understood already.”

“Understood what?”

“That it’s hard to play by my rules.”

“But I was just doing what you told me to do, I was just making you feel good.” you replied. Your hand ran back down to his cock.

“I want you.” he sighed “I want to get inside of you, I can’t with the teasing.” His voice sounded tired.

“Baby, I only began.” You chuckled and got rid of any contact you had with Jaebeom. He shot his eyes open anticipating what you’ll do next.

Your hands landed on the belt of your dress on your waist. You pulled the ribbon, making the material of the dress fall on both sides of your body, allowing Jaebeom to see your underwear. You felt his eyes land on it immediately, eyeing your underwear, stopping his eyes on your breasts. He paid more attention than expected to your half-see-through garment, lowering his eyes down to your stomach and lower to your clothed heat. You lowered your head too, trying to see what drew his attention, noticing how your underwear was soaked from all the rubbing against Jaebeom. You lifted your eyes back up meeting Jaebeom’s hungry stare.

“Come here.” He commanded and for a slight second the tone of his voice made you want to do it. “Please.” He sighed when you shook your head no.

You pushed the dress off your shoulders, tossing it somewhere to the floor, next to Jaebeom’s shirt. Crawling over his body, you rested yourself against him, wrapping your hands over his neck, hugging his waist with your legs. You felt the phantom of his arms around your body, and your heart cried to feel him around you, but the strength and power you had in your arms right now was way too poisoning to let go of. You intertwined your lips with his, kissing him passionately from the first second. You rocked your hips slowly towards him and Jaebeom did everything in his power to press him against you in return. You twitched when Jaebeom dropped his tied hands on your back, immediately squeezing bare skin of your back with his fingers. You moaned at the feeling into his mouth before you could even understand what he did. He just lowered his tied hands to hold you in place because he had every possibility to do so. You didn’t tie his hands to the headboard of the bed because your bed didn’t have bars, you didn’t even expect he’d do that. His hands burned the skin on your back with the sensuality they gave you. He squeezed and caressed and just held and pressed you closer to him, as if there was any more space for you to get closer to him. You kept kissing him for a minute or so, enjoying the feeling of his hands on you, the feeling you didn’t realize you missed so much until he touched you. The kiss became a mess from all the feelings the both of you felt and gave to each other and you put it all in you to let go of his neck and get his hands from your back to move them back above his head.

“Baby, please.” he made a loud cry leaving you surprised. “Didn’t you like me touching you, don’t you want me to touch you? Please, let me.” he begged now and your insides clenched at the view.

“Don’t make me feel bad.” you moaned into his mouth, sitting up once again. You slid down his legs, getting your hands to the waist of his jeans. Now you pulled the material slightly down and Jaebeom lifted his hips to allow you to do what you wanted. You moved lower taking his jeans down his long limbs, freeing him finally.

Now that the both of you were left in your underwear, you had no intention of not having him inside of you. You dropped his jeans to the floor, crawling back up his legs.

“Bra on or off?” you simply asked, allowing him to pick.

“On.” his reply was quick and you nodded with a light smile on your face. You pulled your underwear down first, tossing it to the side, before your fingers pulled his by the waistband, with him bending his legs and helping you to get rid of it. His pulsing cock bounced up to his stomach, giving you an idea of how turned on he was. Even in the dark room you could see how engorged it was signalling to you that Jaebeom was about to struggle badly. You stroked him a few times, getting a sense from the way he felt and acted you had to be careful. Lifting your hips you guided his cock to your coated with want entrance, sliding him up and down your slit. He jerked his hips up, crying breathlessly at your actions. You felt the entire of your body clench from just the feeling of him being this close. You lost control and allowed him to enter more, causing a loud moan from the both of you. You moved your hips back up because it wasn’t something you planned to do this quickly, getting a low cry from him once again.

“Baby, please, let me get inside of you.” the loud moan that escaped his mouth when you teased him against you once more gave an idea that he possibly could be on the verge. You sank down on him slowly, squeezing your eyes in pleasure. Jaebeom was breathing heavily, and when you jerked your hips up only to sit back down with a quicker speed the room filled up with a low loud groan from Jaebeom that lasted for at least 10 seconds. You never heard him make that sound before and on the second move of your hips you clenched around him. You definitely weren’t expecting from yourself to get to the edge this quickly but it really never took you long to cum when it was Jaebeom, so you really didn’t have to be surprised. “I’ll cum if you’ll do that once more.” his eyes were squeezed and he barely contained himself.

You knew you’d be able to hold back once you maid up your mind on it, you had a great teacher who trained you for two years, but you weren’t sure he’ll last as much as you wanted to. You got your hips back up, quickly sliding down his length, clenching on purpose this time. Jaebeom shot his eyes open, even though he couldn’t focus his vision for a few seconds for sure. “Take this fucking belt off my hands. Let me fuck you, I beg you.” he was finally there to beg and you wanted to tattoo these words into your brain, they were like music to you.

“No, baby, we had a deal, I’ll fuck you and you’ll just be under me to enjoy.” you smiled at him and stopped everything you did.

“Don’t, no, don’t stop, please. I beg you, I beg you, I swear, don’t stop.” he began mumbling quickly but it was too late now, that his orgasm disappeared for the second time.

You slid down, leaving wet trail of kisses over the lower part of his stomach, fighting in your head if you should take him in your mouth or not. You left a few red marks, licking and kissing them afterwards, deciding on not giving him head, you weren’t sure he’ll last long with the feeling of your tongue on him.

“Ready to cum?” you asked him when you felt like he calmed enough to take more teasing.

“Yes, please ride me. Baby, please.” You began moving your hips slowly, getting into much quicker pace in no time. Your nails were digging into the skin of Jaebeom’s shoulders now that your body found some sort of pace that he tried to match with his hip thrusts. “Fuck.” he mumbled under his breath, fisting the sheets vigorously. “Free my hands, I’ll get deeper inside of you, please, let me fuck you. I don’t think I can do it like that anymore.” he moaned again and this time you almost missed a slight twitching of his cock that signalled that Jaebeom would cum in the closest minute.

You just stopped. You even let him leave you empty, watching his cock throb and pre-cum drip down its side. “It hurts, baby, I swear it does. Please let me cum. Y/n…” he squeezed his eyes again only to shoot them wide open and look at you “what do you want me to do? I’ll do anything. I just need to cum. I’m in pain right now, I swear, it does really hurt, I’m at my maximum, please.”

“Move closer to the headboard.”

“Huh?” he looked as if he didn’t hear you “Yeah, okay.” he said in a second, probably working out what you told him to do. You lifted your body off him to let him freely crawl backwards.

“Sit up.” you watched him reach out his hands to the headboard, grabbing it and pulling his body up to sit. He left his hands above his head, holding on to the wooden material and watching you. You crawled up and reached out behind Jaebeom to get pillows from behind him, allowing him to sit more straight.

One of your hands hooked around his neck, leaving couple millimetres between your faces. Your other hand found his cock under you, guiding him to slide inside of you immediately. He gasped into your mouth and you leaned in to kiss him, rocking your hips steadily. You closed your eyes in pleasure, pressing Jaebeom’s body closer to yours with both hands. You broke off the kiss, resting your head on his shoulder. Your hand moved to his waist, holding on to him there. Jaebeom’s little whimpers and cries into your ear made you closer to the edge and you were trying to contain yourself but your clenching just took Jaebeom closer to the edge. “If I’ll free your hands, promise you won’t flip me over?”

“I won’t.” he replied way too quickly making you doubt if he even understood what you said.

“Did you hear me?” you stopped moving and he tensed up.

“I did, I won’t, I promise, just move.” you nodded in response, biting down on your lower lip and beginning your moves again.

You moved your hand to his cheek, caressing it with your thumb. Jaebeom stuck his tongue out for you to kiss him and you gave in, crying silently into the kiss when you lowered yourself on him more than before. Your other hand let go of his neck, crawling over to his tied hands, trying to undo the belt with one hand. It took you longer than expected, and the second Jaebeom heard the sound of it being undone, he roughly freed his hands, making you startled by how quickly he got the belt in his hands, throwing it into the dark of the room. You felt his hands on you the next second, Jaebeom roughly but carefully at the same time got his palm onto your face, pressing your mouths into each other’s. His other hand found your hipbone, grabbing onto it to move your hips quicker and deeper. Your arms were chocking him with how strongly you wrapped them around his neck, but Jaebeom wasn’t really noticing it, being focused on where you connected, making you roughly sink on him and get back up. His mouth let go of yours, trying to kiss a line down your neck, but you noticed him lose the rhythm that he just built up and you knew he’d cum this time for sure.

“Cum, baby.” you moved his head back up to yours, kissing his lips slowly. You purposely clenched around him multiple times, finally feeling his seed fill inside of you. His hips jerked up and he made many tiny noises you never heard before. You waited until he calmed himself down.

“I’m sorry…” he rested his head against the headboard and you lied down on his chest. “I should’ve let you cum first.” you chuckled, leaving small kisses over his chest. A couple of minutes later, when he partially normalised his breathing, you felt Jaebeom rub your shoulder for you to lift your head up. “Come here, I can’t leave you like that.” his hands pulled you closer to his face, kissing your lips quickly. His fingers stroked your sides and his leg hooked around yours, letting you know he’ll flip you over. You didn’t protest knowing he’s only doing it for you.

Now you were in your usual position, feeling his lips move down to your neck, sliding his cock out of you, making you feel empty. Not for long though, as his lips trailed down a line of kisses, his hand got to your breasts, pulling them out of your bra without undoing it. You moaned at the cold sensation he left on your nipples with his tongue and you arched your back towards his body. His hand slid down your stomach right to your entrance, rubbing his palm against it. He moved his finger deeper, making your lube and his cum mix more inside of you. Teasing you multiple times he moved his finger over to your clitoris, rubbing it in circles against it. You whined and Jaebeom’s moves became stronger and quicker. His tongue was swirling over your collarbone, entering you at the same time with his finger.

Next few minutes went in agony, you were trying to squeeze your thighs, and held onto his hand strongly to stop him from doing what he did and make him do it quicker at the same time. Your body was going crazy, your hands were roaming all over the sheets, trying to find something you could hold on to. He stopped kissing you and moved his body away from yours, only keeping contact where he worked with his fingers.

“Jaebeom!” you moaned expanding your hand to his face, and he leaned in to peck your lips quickly moving away afterwards.

His hand left your body and you opened your eyes in disbelief. You didn’t think he’d try to play now, and the only reason he could’ve let go of you is to tease you. You watched him angrily but he didn’t look up at you, he slid his body lower, only to get his face in front of your entrance. You felt your heart tingle, getting a sense of what was going in his head. He spread your legs wider, lowering his head in front of you. The slight feeling of his tongue on you made you jerk your hips up, and he grabbed your hips, moulding his fingers into them to keep you in place. Making a couple of light motions he went all in, running his tongue quickly over the spot he knew was the most sensitive, he ran his tongue down, sticking it inside of you, sliding it flatly back up. Your hands grabbed onto his head not being able to take it you just wanted him to let go, but he didn’t pay any attention to that, sucking in your last cells of sanity. It didn’t last long, with another vigorous lick he pushed you over the edge, not stopping your body from arching closer to him. Jaebeom pressed small kisses over your thigh waiting for you to at least get back into reality. When your breathed more calmly he moved back up, resting his body next to yours. His hands snaked over to your waist, pulling you to lay over his chest.

You closed your eyes trying to calm yourself down and find any strength to tell him anything, but you failed, only finding it in you to rub your face against his chest and hug him tighter.

“See, that’s a tiring job to take over me in bed, you should’ve listened when I told you I’m doing it for you.” he chuckled, brushing your hair behind your ear. His fingers tried to lift your face up to face him, and you let him do it.

“I liked it.” you sighed quietly and he smirked.

“So now I can just rest for the rest of my life while you do the job?”

“No, I liked it, but I guess being a pillow princess is still better.” you smiled at him and a throaty laugh escaped Jaebeom’s mouth. “I won’t give that up to you.”

“Good.” he nodded.

“Why?”

“It’s just better when you’re under.”

“Is it though? You rarely cum that hard.” you chuckled finally feeling more alive. You found balance on your elbows, watching his face expression.

“You teased me forever, that’s expected.”

“Oh, come on, you could’ve just said ‘baby, there’s something about you riding me, that made me lose myself completely, I thought I’ll go crazy if I won’t touch you’.” you furrowed your eyebrows. Jaebeom’s palm pulled your face closer to his.

“Baby, there’s something abo…” he began repeating what you told him with a slight smirk, before you slapped his shoulder.

“Back off.” you sighed, trying to get away from him to take a shower.

“You know I’m bad with words.” he hugged you from the back, pulling your back to rest against his chest. You laid back, resting your head on his shoulder. Jaebeom kissed your cheek, playing with your fingers. “I can write you a song to tell you everything.” he mumbled gifting another kiss to your jaw.

“You know when you need it, you’re doing perfectly fine with expressing yourself.” you made your hands intertwine.

“You know that this goes right back at you, but just because you did so much I won’t fight with you about it.” you made a cute sad face expression and he sighed “Okay…it’s crazily sexy what you did, I didn’t think you’ll actually have the stamina to finish it off the way you began. But you did… and it really pissed me off when you teased me and I couldn’t just do it my way… but yeah, it all washed away when you made me cum. Nice for a change, would never let you do that regularly because you under me is just another type of pleasure.”

“Yeah, insufferable dom, I told you.” you bit down your lip to prevent yourself from laughing.

“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” he let go of you and you took it as a chance to get up.

“I’m going to shower first!”

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Oathkeeper Chapter 2

It was supposed to be a CS one-shot, but then the CSMM crew got ahold of me and now we’re in multi-chapter mode. Thanks to the ladies for their inspiration, enabling, and cheering me on. Looking at you @teamhook, @caught-in-the-filter, @hollyethecurious, @gingerpolyglot (tell me if you want added, and coach the newbie in where these actually belong).

A HUGE thank you to @veryverynotgood who is the most radiant beta and gives me flails that keep me going through the self-doubt.

Links in case you missed Chapter 1 or prefer to read on ao3

Note: the rating is now M due to violent imagery.

Killian’s first week in Storybrooke was unconventional and more than a little confusing. Everyone in the whole bloody town seemed related, or at least so interconnected there may as well be blood involved; it drew attention to him and he spent most days certain he was being watched.

Certainly there were fewer eyes on him than on the young Lost Boy, Felix, and for that Killian was grateful. He observed the woman everyone called Granny as she put the lad to work with a nearly endless list of chores, always under her watchful, scrutinizing eye. In want of conversation one evening, he’d inquired about the choice to take on someone such as Felix. That had earned him a derisive snort and an eye-roll that rivaled Emma Swan’s when Granny explained in no uncertain terms that she was well-equipped for the job.

“Listen, Captain,” she leaned on the bar as he sipped a rum, “if I can raise Ruby through puberty as a damn wolf, I can handle one scrappy Lost Boy. What he needs is a strong guiding hand, and a good dose of responsibility--that Pan let those kids run wild.” Killian tipped his glass to her at that assessment, knowing all too clearly how the lads were deceived and used throughout their time in Neverland. “Structure, Hoo--it’s Killian, right?” she amended quickly. “Kids need structure and routine. You’d do well to remember that.”

Not for the first time, Killian wondered exactly how much Granny overheard and knew as she watched her patrons come and go. In fact, she was the only one in town who referred to him by his given name, most simply opting for Hook or Captain if they were being pleasant. Or ‘the pirate’ if they happen to be Emma’s father, he added. His ponderance was abruptly interrupted when the door crashed open and an exasperated looking Emma quickly crossed to the bar and sank down one stool from his own.

“This one calls for a whisky on the rocks, Granny,” she huffed, casting a sidelong glance at Killian’s own glass. “You too, huh? Must be going around today.” He watched as she shucked her red leather jacket, tossing it aside on the barstool between them and he gave her a moment, offering a quick clink of his glass once her own libation arrived.

“To what do we owe the pleasure?” Killian kept his voice light, noting the tension in the set of her shoulders and jaw.

She heaved a sigh and he made a valiant effort to focus on her stunning green eyes rather than the assets her movements showcased in that moment. “The short version? I’m sick of my mother,” she tripped on the word, “trying to be my life coach. I’m tired of inane ‘loitering’ reports from the surliest dwarf, and I cannot seem to get--” her momentum was immediately interrupted by the door and a sudden call across the diner.

“Ems, there you are!”

“--a single minute of quiet,” Emma finished lowly while Neal sauntered over and leaned against the counter, placing himself between Killian and her.

“So, I was thinking we could grab dinner. You know, you, me and Henry? Or maybe just you and me if Regina has--”

“Neal, I’ve had a long day. I am going to enjoy this drink, maybe a second, and then I am eating whatever I rummage out of the pantry at Mary Margaret’s since she and David are out on a date.”

“So you have the place to yourself?”

Killian understood the insinuation and clenched his jaw. He started counting backward from ten while he listened to Emma try to redirect Neal’s plans, and when he heard the other man’s second attempt to garner an invitation he reset the clock and started the count at twenty. Perhaps she cares for him, he reminded himself. She is tired and had a difficult day, but that does not mean she has chosen not to be with--

Her voice was suddenly raised and Killian felt like he was about four steps behind the conversation as he snapped to attention on the words she spat at the man across from her.

“Just go-- go, Neal. This isn’t happening. Not tonight. Not tomorrow. It is not happening .” Whatever expression she held in that moment must have been truly glorious to earn Neal’s melodramatic scoff as he stormed out the diner and slammed the door behind him.

Granny simply poured a healthy splash of whisky in Emma’s glass in reply before shuffling back to the kitchen as she had witnessed the whole interaction mere steps from Killian, who just now was actively working to control both his expression and the thoughts wheeling through his mind at her parting shot. What exactly was not happening between them? Where did that leave him?

Killian glanced over at Emma, her eyes ablaze as if challenging him to comment on the interaction. “Darts are quiet,” he offered congenially, smiling what he considered his most winning grin.

That earned him a quick bark of laughter. “And a little violent,” she smirked.

“Aye, that too, Swan.”

She held up her glass and they shared their second silent toast of the evening. “I could use a little of both,” she added as she got up, glass in hand and the beginnings of a smile playing at the corner of her mouth.

“I hear rumor they even sell food at this establishment,” Killian pressed his luck a bit as they collected the two sets of darts and set up.

“You don’t say?” She shook her head at him and he watched her consider the offer. “Loser buys?”

“Of course, love.” He sketched her a bow, flourishing his hand and making a show of it to cover up his surprise.

“Not your love,” she retorted, sinking a bullseye on her first try while Killian considered how grateful he was that Granny accepted doubloons. Where had she learned to play like this?

...

Granny hollered last call only moments after Emma bid Killian goodnight, a lightness to her steps as he watched her go. “Looks like that went well,” Granny called over as she wiped down the last table.

“Aye,” he tossed Granny a wink, “and she stayed for three games. And dessert.”

For the life of him, Killian couldn’t decipher Granny’s laugh at this simple observation until the double-entendre dawned on him at last. He was tired and perhaps he’d imbibed one too many glasses if he was the one missing the joke...it was then he noticed Emma’s jacket still laying across the barstool where she’d first dropped it.

“Seven hells,” he took off to the sound of Granny’s whooping call as she warned him the sheriff walked fast and he’d better work for it. Work for what exactly? Killian mused as he jogged out into the night, no easy feat in full leathers with more than a bit of drink in him. He spotted her golden hair in the lamplight down the street and called out, thinking it the better option than startling her.

She spun on her heel, wobbled slightly, and burst into laughter as she leaned against the lamppost for support--clearly he wasn’t the only to enjoy one too many this evening. Ever the gentleman, Killian held her jacket out and ignored her comment about being chased down Main Street by a pirate.

“Princess,” he began, calling far too loudly given the hour, “chivalry demands I return your cloak, lest you catch a chill on this dark night.” She shushed him less than successfully as she giggled and fell into step beside him-- Emma Swan can giggle, he mused. “As well,” he continued, voice full volume and bordering on a bellow, “I must see you safely to your door. No doubt there are ruffians about, and all manor of unsavory ne’er-do-wells, all seeking mischief against such an elegant,” he chuckled as she staggered slightly, “and graceful lady as thee.”

“You’re such an idiot, shut up! Do you want the whole neighborhood awake?” Her scolding was half-hearted at best considering her idea of a whisper could likely be heard across the street.

“Do you think they’ll call the sheriff, love” He waggled his eyebrows at her and she swatted his chest. “Surely you wouldn’t throw a man in the brig for an act of noblest courtesy,” at that he draped her jacket over her shoulders while she led the way and proceeded to spin a tale of his own unimpeachable valor as a young sailor. When they reached her dwelling, she turned to face him before heading up.

“Why do you always get it? Nobody gets it.” He raised a brow at her question. “Gets me. Like Neal,” she slurred the name and rolled her eyes. “I have a shitty day at work and he decides to make some weird pass at me through the kid ? But you,” she leaned in and poked Killian in the chest, keeping her index finger pressed against his sternum. “You’re the...the flirty pirate king and you just...throw sharp shit at a wall with me and buy me drinks. You didn’t even check out my ass more than once.”

He absolutely had, but far be it for Killian to correct the lady when this seemed to be going somewhere rather interesting.

“Can I tell you a secret?” she slurred.

Before he could suggest this was likely a bad idea as she would potentially regret whatever her next words were to be, she pulled him down by one of his coat lapels and whispered loudly, “My mom is Snow White, right? So she’s all about ‘true love’ and ‘happily ever after’,” her whisper became what he thought was an imitation of her mother, though he doubted that Snow White had ever been six whiskies and two rums deep.

“So she thinks that Neal is like...my Prince Charming, but here’s the secret: he’s not a prince! He’s a con-man, and he sure as hell isn’t charming. So whoops, Mom! Wrong bet!” She laughed and let go of his coat, poking the end of his nose and whispering something that sounded like the noise boop in the most infuriatingly impossible-to-understand gesture he’s witnessed yet. She gave him a glassy-eyed smile, and in a parting shot that left him speechless, she cupped his cheek and in a much softer tone murmured, “Goodnight, Killian.”

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The morning arrived after less rest than he’d like, but Killian snapped awake as the sky first began to turn a dusty rose on the horizon. This was very likely the best mood he’d found himself in for quite some time, and he mused on the past twelve hours as he fiddled with the magic hot-water dispenser until he got the temperature just right. Unlike the Jolly , Granny’s provisions in terms of hygiene were lavish and he assumed they cost her a small fortune if Ruby and the guests enjoyed them as much as he did, but Granny assured him the soaps and amenities were provided, so he took great joy in letting the warm water run over him as he lathered up, breathing in the herbal and lemon scent so unlike the harsh lye soap he was accustomed to. This world without magic had its charms, and hot water on demand was his latest favorite.

He arrived downstairs for his other new-world favorite - coffee - and Killian was pleased to see Emma already at the counter, though she looked a great deal less chipper than he felt. “Good morning, Swan,” he sauntered up to take a seat at her left. “Beautiful morning, don’t you think?”

She grumbled something about a headache and before Killian could reply, Granny swooped in and all but insisted she sit and have breakfast. Despite her protests, Emma wound up delayed in her arrival to her post that morning as she was cajoled into a substantial pile of eggs, bacon, and toast. “Complain all you want, Sheriff,” Granny eyed her as she set a matching plate before Killian, “but you two need to soak up some of last night’s fun. Now, eat.” After obligingly refilling their mugs with steaming hot coffee, to which Emma added more than a bit of cream and sugar, Granny retreated to another table as the morning rush filled in around them.

They ate in companionable silence until Emma glanced over and opened with, “I beat you at darts, didn’t I?”

“Aye, two wins to my paltry one, Swan. I’m only grateful we chose not to wager more than dinner and drinks on the game, or my pockets would be a great deal more empty.” She smirked at his comment, and the two chatted as they worked through their breakfasts, both seeming to come alive as Granny had predicted.

He should have known it was all going far too well.

The bell above the door chimed, and the bustle of the patrons picking up coffee and pastries on their way to work or leisurely enjoying their breakfasts fell to a whisper. Killian stayed perfectly still as he heard the man limp toward the counter, the gentle thud of his cane giving him away. From the corner of his eye, he saw Emma roll her eyes at his clipped “Miss Swan,” and Killian stayed frozen to the spot, not trusting his reaction in front of the woman who not only was increasingly important in his life--a thought he’d sort out, or studiously avoid, later--but also represented the local law enforcement.

He heard few of the words exchanged between the Crocodile and Granny, though neither appeared pleased to be having the conversation. Instead, his pulse pounded in his head and his vision clouded as he clutched the edge of the counter. Killian had the distinct image of grabbing that gold-topped cane and flipping it, beating the man about the head until nothing recognizable remained. Until the gold handle dripped red. He could leave him on the floor of this place, twitching as the last impulses of his brain forced him to dance to a soundless tune; Killian could simply walk to the Jolly and set sail, free of the memory of this vile excuse for a man.

Except that he could do no such thing. He sat next to the sheriff in a small town diner surrounded by people who already distrusted him to varying degrees. He was trapped in a land that was not his own and had no way-- nor will --to return to his own. He was a captain without a crew, and as his mind raced through the numerous ways he could rid himself of this loathsome creature he knew now was not the time and certainly not the place. Simply put, Killian refused to put Emma in a position where she would be forced to see the darkness that lurked within him. So he let it pass, and let the Crocodile go for today.

It wasn’t long after the disruption that Emma took her leave, and Killian lingered at the counter as he mulled over what to do with his day. Most days he helped Granny with the more physically demanding repairs around the place, but he felt caged and in need of something more challenging.

“Appreciate you not taking his head off in my diner,” Granny remarked banally once the place emptied. “You have any idea what it takes to get blood out of white grout? Oh, don’t look so surprised; nothing smells quite like fear and rage rolled up in one, and I could smell yours from across the damn room.” She waved dismissively and filled two mugs, sliding one to him and keeping the other for herself. “It’s hot chocolate, and you need it. Little liquid comfort never hurt anyone, so drink up and tell me about it.”

He sipped hesitantly, but the woman was certainly right about the comforting power of the elixir before him. Killian thought about his next words as he breathed in the sweet steam from his mug, letting the cup warm his hand as he held it. “You could...smell my emotions?” He felt it best to begin with the obvious inquiry and prolong the tale of his darkest day.

“I could also hear your heart-rate skyrocket the second you knew who came through that door, so I’m guessing there’s some history there. You don’t have to tell me everything, Killian, but I need to know if I can trust you when you’re in here. Gold comes in to collect rent monthly, and every now and again he has lunch as well. I need to know you’re not going to take a kitchen knife to the bastard while I’m serving sandwiches.” She levelled a scrutinizing gaze at him and waited.

Killian set down his mug and scrubbed his hand over his face, realizing he was in need of a shave, then realizing he was further delaying the conversation. He sighed, knowing there was only one right way forward. “I will not spill his blood on your grounds, Granny, not unless he spills mine first. You have my word.” She nodded once, waiting for him to continue. And so he spent the sunny morning explaining how he lost his hand to the Dark One. While Killian left out much of the story of Milah, he could not entirely avoid her role in the tale, explaining simply that the man she knew as Gold had killed the woman Killian loved right in front of his eyes. Granny was sympathetic and asked few questions, letting him choose how much to reveal. It was cathartic, in a way - a chance to tell someone this piece of truth. A chance to be heard.

When they were finished, Granny spoke briefly of her wolfish nature, a truth which Killian enjoyed as it made her acute hearing and perceptiveness make far more sense. “I know your heart-rate also picks up around a certain sheriff,” she added as Killian slipped on his greatcoat, readying himself to find busywork on the Jolly . “And I know hers does around you.” She eyed him closely then, searching for he knew not what. “Be careful with her, Killian. I don’t know everything--I’m not sure anyone does--but I can see enough to know she’s been hurt, and that hurt hasn’t fully healed. In fact, I’m damn sure the source of it just waltzed back into her life.”

He nodded his understanding and left her to her work. Given the woman’s preternatural understanding of her patrons, he was not about to argue. He chewed her words over in his mind repeatedly as he spent the rest of the day checking that everything aboard his beloved Jolly was in tip-top shape. While his life may be constant chaos in this world, at least he could be assured his ship was as perfect as ever.

#cs au #captain swan #cs ff #csmm #killian jones #emma swan #captain swan au #karly tries her hand at writing

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waitimcomingtoo · 5 years

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Smile For Me

Pairing: Peter Parker x Reader

Synopsis: "Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I can make you smile 10 times during the school day tomorrow." Peter bet.

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You and Peter sat across from each other in the library. A study date between the two of you wasn’t uncommon. Peter being unable to focus because of how close you were also wasn’t uncommon. After all the hectic things going on lately -Spider-Man patrolling, physics tests, fighting bad guys, trying not to die, the usual- you just wanted some time to yourselves to relax and study. Don’t be mistaken, Peter was very interested in physics and speed and force and all that good stuff. But right now, he was a little more interested in finding out the name of the perfume you were wearing that made you smell so damn heavenly.

After an hour of quiet studying and the occasional game of tic tac toe, Peter closed his book. If he looked at another momentum equation, his eyes were going to bleed.

“I can’t do it anymore.” Peter whined, shoving his books towards you. “I can’t do another equation.”

“Yes you can.” You didn’t even look up at him as you continued your work. “Stop being dramatic.” Peter let out a loud, over dramatic groan and pulled your pencil out of your hand.

"Let's play a game." He said playfully. You shut your book, knowing when your best friend was at his wits end, and looked up at him. He had a deviant look in his eyes that compelled you to shut your book as well.

"What kind of game?" You asked cautiously. You knew you had to keep studying, but you were bored too so you entertained his idea of a game.

"I bet I can make you smile, just by looking at you." Peter declared with a cocky smirk. You scoffed at his smugness. You were never one to back away from a challenge, and Peter knew this.

"You're on.” You challenged, rescuing your pencil from his grasp. “Stare me down."

You moved your books aside and leaned forward, resting your head in your hands. Peter did the same, just a few inches from your face. All Peter did was stare into your eyes, but you were already starting to crack. You fought the urge to smile. But when staring at a face like that, it's hard not to. Between his stupid brown eyes, his stupid crooked nose with his stupid freckles, and you wouldn’t even get started on his stupid messy eyebrow, Peter Parker was a sight for sore eyes. Not that you’d ever admit that to him. He was your best friend after all. Nothing more. But damn, if he wasn’t cute.

Peter intensified his stare, leaning even closer to you to the point you could smell his excessive body spray. You could already feel yourself burning up, and you didn't know why. All he was doing was looking at you. Why did you want to smile so bad?

Peter grinned at your fidgeting. You did everything you could to keep from smiling. You bit your lips, held your breath, looked away, thought of sad things, but nothing helped. Finally, you cracked. A bashful smile lit up your face and you looked down in defeat.

"Damn it.” You muttered into the table. “You got me."

Peter laughed in triumph.

"I knew I could do it.” Peter said smugly, basking in his win. “Now let's make a little deal."

You picked up your head and smirked, ready for a rematch.

"Alright, I'm listening." You said casually. Peter returned the smirk. He had a devilish gleam behind his eyes, one he only got when he knew he was about to push his luck. You briefly wondered what you were getting yourself into. Something wicked brewed in his brown eyes. He was up to something.

"Kiss me if I'm wrong, but I can make you smile 10 times during the school day tomorrow." Peter bet. It was a bold move and he knew it, but he’d been crushing on you long enough. His subtle hints were constantly going over your head and Peter had just about had enough. Even if you didn’t reciprocate his feelings, at least he’d get a few of your million dollar smiles out of it.

You, on the other hand, didn't pay attention to the first part. You only cared about the challenge. Specifically, you cared about winning.

"We have ourselves a deal.” You held our your hand for Peter to shake. He shook it, surprised you actually were going along. “But prepare to lose." You stated as you got up to leave.

Peter was still swimming with confidence after winning your game. He snapped back to reality as you collected your books.

"Wait, don't you want to see if you can make me smile?" Peter asked, not wanting you to go just yet. You stopped putting your books away and smiled.

"I already know that I can make you smile anytime I want." You said matter of factly.

Peter furrowed his brows.

"Really?” He asked. “How?"

"Remember when I kissed you in fourth grade because those boys were teasing you on the bus?” You smiled at the sweet memory. A couple boys started picking on Peter, saying he was a loser who couldn’t get a girlfriend. You shut them up instantly by planting your lips on Peters without a second thought. It was both of your first kisses, and also the last kiss Peter ever had. He wasn’t too interested in girls that weren’t you.

With that, a huge grin spread across Peters boyish face. All it took was that one memory to light up his features with a dopey smile. You grinned at the sight of your blushing best friend.

"That's how.” You said suavely. “See you tomorrow Parker." You called as you left the library. Peter watched you leave.

“Hate to see you go, love you watch you walk away.” Peter sarcastically muttered to himself. A wicked smile suddenly dawned on his lips. He had a plan.

The next day, the challenge was on.

Ten smiles in one day.

By first period, you were losing already. Peter made you smile by surprising you by your locker with a rose, the first smile of the day.

"Okay, okay.” You rolled your eyes as you accepted the flower and gave it a discrete sniff. “But don't expect to get any more out of me."

But he did.

He got you leaving study hall by slipping you a note asking for your phone number, something he obviously had.

“Dear Y/n, I lost my number. Can I have yours? Check yes or no.”

He drew two lopsided boxes at the bottom of the note. You couldn’t stop the smile that came, breaking across your face like the first signs of dawn. You scribbled a check in the “no” box and shot Peter and angry look. He was looking quite proud of himself and held up two fingers, indicating that was the second time he’d gotten you to smile. You threw the note at the back of his head and went to your next class.

Peter got you going to and from lunch by slinging his arm around your shoulders and wishing you a good day.

“I hope your day isn’t anything like you in math. Because then it’d suck!” Peter said in his phoniest sweet voice. He booped your nose while he was at it and you quickly swatted it away.

“And I hope you choke and die.” You said in an even sweeter tone.

He got you twice during math by shooting you a wink and blowing you a kiss. You turned around in your seat, as red as your math textbook, and heard him laughing behind you as you tried to focus on the lesson once again.

He got you once during gym by purposefully falling off the rope you had to climb.

“Parker, you climbed it perfectly last week. What happened?” Coach Finstock asked as he scribbled something down on his notepad.

“Sorry.” Peter apologized with fake sincerity. “It’s just that I saw Y/n and got distracted.” He pointed at you and made a heart with his hands. You tensed up as kids around you laughed and made comments. Coach Finstock looked like he accepted Peters excuse and wrote something else down in his notes.

And he got you two times during your presentation in history by making funny faces. When you were finished, Peter started clapping as loud as he could and stood up in his seat. He got other kids to stand up for you as well, going on about how well you did and how researched your presentation was. Soon, the whole class was giving you a standing ovation. You smiled again at his idiotic but sweet action, making that three times in one period.

You were losing this bet fast.

Finally, the day ended. You’d managed to avoid Peter for the rest of the school day. Peter met you by your locker after the last bell with his face dressed in a cocky grin.

"Well Parker, guess you lose. The goal was 10 and you only made me smile 9 times. Looks like you don't get that kiss after all.” You shrugged dramatically and let out a sarcastic sigh. Peter shrugged as well and bit his lip, nearly bursting with excitement.

"Actually, I do." He said with a knowing smile. You immediately frowned.

"What do you mean?" You asked.

"The challenge was that I could make you smile 10 times and you had to kiss me if I was wrong. I only made you smile 9 times so..." Peter clicked his tongue. You opened your mouth in shock.

"So you were wrong." You finished. You couldn't believe it. You had been outsmarted by a guy in a Star Wars T-shirt. Peter stood there gloating while applying a copious amount of chapstick.

"I'd like to collect my prize, Y/n. I won fair and square." Peter pretended to stretch and yawn. You licked your teeth and bit back a smile. You had to admit, Peter got you good. He’d won the bet fair and square.

“You’re an idiot, do you know that?” You asked Peter. Peter stepped closer and shot you a cheeky grin.

"An idiot whom you have to kiss. Peter poked your chest. Curse his proper use of grammar. “That's the price you have to pay. Now pay up." Peter grabbed a random bottle in your locker and sprayed it in his mouth. He immediately tried to hide his disgust.

“So.’’ Peter said between gags. “That’s perfume.” You nodded as you watched him grimace.

“You thought it was breath spray?” You asked for confirmation. Peter nodded while he wiped his mouth in the back of his hand.

“Doesn’t matter. I still won. ” Peter laughed meanly, stepping closer to you. “In your face.”

“In my face?” You pointed to yourself. Peter nodded.

“How so?” You took your own step closer and folded your arms.

“Because I just sprayed perfume in my mouth and now you have to kiss me.” Peter puckered his lips dramatically and made loud kissing sound, making your entire face go red as it caught the attention of people around you. There were enough rumors flying around about the two of you after the stunt he pulled in gym.

“Let me get this straight.” You clasped your hands together.” You just sprayed perfume in your mouth?”

“Yes.” Peter confirmed.

“But that’s in my face?”

“Yes.” Peter said again.

“This very much seems like it’s in your face.” You told Peter, who still didn't get it.

“Nope. Yours.” Peter wasn’t one to admit failure. “Come on, Y/n. Do it while my mouth still tastes like,” Peter read the bottle on your perfume, “an Endless Weekend.” At least he finally found out the name of your perfume.

His shit eating grin returned to his face. You sighed and looked around for who might be watching. When you didn’t see anyone of significance, you turned back to Peter. You hesitated for a second more, then grabbed his shirt, pulled him close, and kissed him. Just like the first time way back in fourth grade, his eyes flew open, then fluttered shut. His eyelashes tickled your cheek as they went down. You found it funny how history repeated itself. You got to live that memory twice.

Luckily for Peter, this was his favorite memory. It always put a smile on his face, just like you did.

You pulled away when the kiss lasted long enough and wiped you hand on the back of your mouth.

“You taste like chemicals.” You grimaced. Peter was still in a foggy, post kiss haze. He hadn’t fully recovered just yet.

“Hm huh hm what?” Peter stuttered out. His head was still spinning. You laughed at him. He looked ridiculous.

Hair messy.

Shirt wrinkled.

Your lipstick on his face.

Completely ridiculous.

And completely because of you.

You did some nice work. You couldn’t help taking out your phone and snapping a picture.

“Hey Peter.” You said from behind your phone with a toothy grin. “Smile for me.”

Peter gave you a lopsided grin before putting his hand in front of the camera.

“No fair.” Peter pouted. “You caught me off guard.”

“Whatever you say, Parker.” You shrugged casually. “But for the record. I totally won.”

“I can promise you, I’m the one who won.” Peter mumbled sheepishly under his breath. He looked at the floor to hide the enormous blush on his cheeks. He never thought it a million years you’d actually kiss him. He was only joking (and hoping) you would. You’d once again managed to leave Peter speechless.

“Well, it was a pleasure doing business with you.” You stuck your hand out for Peter to shake, suddenly feeling awkward and shy around your own best friend.

“Y-You too.” Peter stuttered. He shook your warm hand with his clammy one before scuttling away. He felt like he floated home. He waltzed into his apartment with a dreamy smile on his face. May was quick to notice Peters trance.

“Peter?” May asked. She wondered what the cause of her nephews moonstruck expression was.

“Hm?” Peter barely replied as he started humming the melody to your favorite song. May cocked her hip and laughed at her nephew.

“What’s got you so happy?” May inquired.

“What’s that?” Peter was in such a dream state he could barely hear her.

“I said,” May tried again. “What’s got you so happy?”

Peter let out a happy sigh and spun around in his kitchen.

“Y/n.” He replied. Your name like a prayer on is lips. He didn’t even feel worthy to say it. May chuckled. She should’ve known.

“So you have a thing for Y/n, huh?” May asked. She already knew the answer. Peter just shrugged as he continued to twirl around the kitchen.

“Maybe.” He said. “I don’t know. She just…” Peter couldn’t think of the right words to describe you.

“She just what?” May pressed. Peter smiled at the memory of that afternoon.

“She just makes me smile.”

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Folie à Deux II

Part 2 of the Paramour Series [Read Part 1 on AO3] Chapter 2 : Ikhnaie [WC : 2.4K]

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Rose didn’t stay in her Tower apartment for long. After her first few patrols, she found that she was more comfortable out in the wilds than she was in the Last City or at the Tower. She built herself a home base underneath the protection of a cluster of willow trees. The hanging branches provided her coverage from prying eyes. She kept a bedroll in the corner and installed a small kitchen so she could cook for herself whenever she was home. The cabin was like a small greenery. She set up an irrigation system so that the plants she cared for didn’t die while she was on patrols and some UV lights and heat lamps so they could thrive in Old Russia’s cold climate. She raised a small herb and vegetable garden, along with some sunflowers, roses, and lilies.

She would come to the Tower weekly for supplies, but otherwise, she stayed out in the thick forests that stretched an entire region of the Cosmodrome. During one of her trips into town, she found a vendor that sold custom class armor for Guardians, made out of incredibly strong but lightweight metal or fabric.

She bought a cloak from him, the first of many. But it was her favorite. It wasn’t heavy and didn’t weigh her down, but it kept her warm and it moved behind her like a flag in the wind. The cloak was the color of sunflowers, the design that started at the top of it was intricate, almost resembling the outline of the bloom, with petals that drifted down the length of it. Those designs were what drew her attention in the first place. The top was held secure on her shoulders by sturdy metal plating that clipped onto her breastplate. The hood was wide and loose, and it covered her head before it pooled on her shoulders. Oftentimes when she was tracking down a bounty, her Ghost would tuck herself into her hood and rest in the crook of her neck.

After a couple of months of successful patrols, Cayde offered her a chance to officially join his scout network. She was an excellent tracker and with Fallen and Hive constantly encroaching on their borders and Guardians disappearing, he needed her to start tracking down Guardians who were missing in action. Rose took the position gladly.

And she was good at it, too. Rose was good at finding people who were abducted, lost, or just didn’t want to be found. She always got there just in time, Arc Light dancing around her body, cloak flying behind her like a pair of wings.

People had started calling her Ikhnaie.

Rose was supposed to operate a search and rescue on a Guardian whose final transmission was a panicked request for backup. They were investigating a Hive nest somewhere deep in the Cosmodrome, preparing it for a strike team when something went wrong. The Hunter’s comms had been dead ever since.

Rose got the briefing almost immediately and headed out into the wilderness to find the missing Guardian. It was the Vanguard’s hope that they could find the missing Hunter quickly and bring them in, securing what intel they had managed to find. They gave her the coordinates of the Guardian’s transmission, but it was only a starting point. She would have to follow any trail of them from there.

She left by midday, armed with a hand cannon and a shotgun, a few flares in her pack, and a long, sturdy rope slung across her chest, and rode fast on her sparrow towards their last known location. She arrived by nightfall at the entrance of a cave somewhere deep in the mountains of Old Russia. She hopped off her sparrow as it transmatted away.

“Iris, show me those coords again,” she said as she crouched down at the mouth of the cave. It was dark and seemed to go on forever. The light that her Ghost emitted didn’t give her much more work with, either. The coordinates popped up behind the face of her helmet and she glanced at them briefly. Compared to their current location… that Guardian was somewhere in the depths of this cave. There was almost a kilometre between her current location and their last known. Rose sighed, checked her ammo reserves, and placed a hand over her breastplate as she stood, slender fingers covering Alpha Lupi’s crest. “I’ve got a bad feeling about this one.”

Her first steps into the cave were determined. At first, there was nothing, everything seemed like it was normal. She followed the Guardian’s footprints that were just barely recognizable in the dirt. When she reached the halfway point to the transmission’s location, Hive corruption started to fester and cling to the walls of the cave system. Rose hated the way it seemed to move and breathe as you went by.

Rose’s footfalls became quiet and cautious the deeper she went in, the closer that she got to the missing Guardian. She was right on top of their last known coordinates, they were just below her. Down a dark hole that seemed to lead to nowhere. She reached into the small pack on her hip and pulled out a flare, ignited it, and dropped it down. As it fell, she counted the seconds before it hit the ground below.

Five long, quiet seconds before the distinct thunk as it hit the bottom.

“Iris,” she whispered. “Be ready to light my spark in case this hurts more than I think it’s going to.”

“Why?” The Ghost sounded so worried as Rose stood up, pulled off the long rope that was slung across her chest, and tied one end around a sturdy rock. “Are you insane?”

“Only way to find that Guardian is to go down. And that’s a long fall.” Rose tossed the rope down the hole then cracked her knuckles and did a few side lunges to stretch her legs.

“Why don’t you just climb down like a sensible human?”

“Iris, we are running out of time. Stand-by for resurrection. Just in case.” Before her Ghost could continue to try and argue, Rose jumped down the hole. She hit the bottom hard and tucked herself inward, rolling to the side to try and break the fall. She moaned in pain from the impact. She felt like she had shattered her ankles, but she could stand up just fine. Rose walked over to the rope that was dangling behind her and gave it a firm tug, satisfied that it didn’t come loose.

Iris appeared by her side. “You’re an idiot,” the Ghost sighed.

“I dunno, I think I stuck that landing pretty well,” Rose laughed quietly. “Now focus. That Guardian has to be around here somewhere…”

The hole they fell down led into a completely new area of the cave system, this chamber was wide open and damp, but there was more Hive corruption here than what she’d seen above her. The Hunter cloaked herself and turned invisible as she scoured the room for that Guardian and looked for any other offshoots of the cave that they could have gone to hide in.

Rose felt her stomach lurch when she found their corpse, bloody and mangled by the Hive that likely overwhelmed them. Their Ghost was in their hand, dead as well, drained of its Light. Her invisibility faded as she crouched down beside their body as her Ghost hovered over and examined them. There was a pile of empty magazines on the ground. They spent every last bullet trying to survive. Rose closed her eyes.

“COD was a single GSW, just underneath the thoracic cavity.”

“A gunshot wound?” Rose was astounded by that conclusion. She looked over at the wound; it was torn around the edges. She’d never seen any bullet make a hole in someone like this before. It completely ripped through the flesh with a strange, jagged edge that curled around the outside of it. “Are you sure? What kind of gun are we talking about, Iris?”

“I don’t know… It’s not like any wound I’ve seen before. Guardian… look at this…”

Iris’s light flicked over to their hand. The Hunter shifted closer and tilted her head with curiosity. A single, black petaled rose was perfectly tucked in their hand underneath the dead Ghost, clutched in their fingers. Rose reached over and gently picked up their Ghost, then picked up the bloom just as carefully. She examined the petals underneath the light from her Ghost. They were black like the midnight sky and fragile, and dipped in the victim’s blood.

She felt sick to her stomach, but she didn’t know if it was from the smell of the Guardian’s corpse, or if she felt sick from the blood that dripped from the rose onto her fingers. She closed her eyes and pressed the back of her hand against her helmet, as if she was covering her mouth, and swallowed down the bile that rose to the back of her throat.

Out of nowhere, a low chittering. Her head shot up and she stood, rose and the deceased’s Ghost in her hands. She recognized that low rattle, it sounded like teeth grinding and chattering with a low groan that hissed through the silence. The Hive were coming, and they could smell her Light.

“Iris, to me,” she said as she started to walk away from the corpse. She tucked the Ghost and the rose into the pack on her hip. “We need to get out of here.” Her Ghost flew over to her quickly and disappeared. Rose ran over to the dangling rope, jumped into the air and grabbed hold as the chatter grew louder and screams started to echo through the chamber. She climbed up the rope and pulled herself up, her feet caught the sides of the hole to give herself some leverage. She pulled herself over the ledge and started to run, her footfalls echoing off the stone walls. The chittering started to grow louder and louder as Thrall filled the cave behind her.

“C’mon, Rose,” she muttered to herself as the Thrall started to catch up. “C’mon.” Arc Light started to dance around her body, it spread up her arms and her legs as two blades formed in her hands. Her speed hastened and she cut through any and all Hive that got in her way. Black blood from their bodies splattered her armor and cloak. As she neared the cave’s entrance and the light of day started to illuminate the tunnel, the Thrall started to back off. It was just after dawn when she stepped into the light.

Her legs were sore from sprinting for so long, her pulse was thumping hard in her carotid and sweat slipped down her spine. She summoned her sparrow and sat down on it to rest, pressed her fingers on the release for her helmet, and air hissed as the pressure released. She pulled the helmet off and placed it on the hood of her sparrow. Rose leaned back on the seat, trying to get her breathing under control.

“You alright, Guardian?” Iris asked as she materialized out of thin air. “You’re blood pressure is really high.”

Rose turned towards her Ghost and narrowed her eyes. “Oh, yeah, I’m fine, I just climbed out a hole and ran for my life from a horde of Thrall, no biggie.” Her eyes rolled as she reached into her pack and pulled out the dead Ghost. She grimaced at the sight of it, now that she was in some better lighting. It’s shell was all beaten up and it’s Light was gone. “I need to notify the Vanguard that their scout was murdered,” she sighed. She slid the Ghost back into the safety of her satchel then slid her helmet back on her head. “C’mon. Let’s head to the Tower.” She leaned forward, grabbed the controls of her sparrow, and punched the throttle. After a wide turn around through the trees, she headed off for the Last City.

She gave the report when she arrived. Every gruesome detail. She placed Ghost on the table. Hopefully the Vanguard could get any of the information they needed, but Rose advised against sending a strike team down there. Their numbers down in that cavern were astounding. She blamed herself for not getting there in time. Maybe if she had been faster, she could have saved them before they ran out of bullets.

When she told them about the rose, she saw all of their shoulders tense up. Ikora was the first one to turn to her.

“Rose…” The Warlock Vanguard sighed. “There was nothing you could do. They were likely dead before we even assigned you the extraction.”

“Who did this?” Rose asked, her voice was tense with frustration. Her hands were clenched into fists at her sides. “You say that like you know who’s responsible for all of these unexplained deaths and disappearances. Who is doing this to us, Master Rey?”

“We don’t know who they are, Rose,” Ikora said firmly. “Nor do we know their motive. We just know that they are out there, and that they will not stop. Several of my Hidden are trying to track them down. Please, do not worry yourself with this.”

Rose’s entire body went rigid as her muscles tensed with anger. “‘Don’t worry myself with this’? Are you actually telling me not to worry about someone who is out there, killing guardians for sport?! Most of the people who have gone missing are scouts, Ikora! Do you really think that I shouldn’t be worried about it?”

“If you wish to step down from your position, we would—” Zavala started.

The Hunter slammed her fist on the table. “Like hell I’m going to step down!” She snapped.

“Easy there, Rose,” Cayde butt in before she could start cursing out the Vanguard Commander. He turned to the Titan adjacent to him. “She’s the best scout I got, Zavala... maybe we could—”

The Titan shook his head. “Absolutely not. I won’t put any more of your scouts at risk, Cayde, we can’t afford to lose anyone else.”

“If anyone could find this guy, it’s Ikhnaie! She earned the name for good reason!” Cayde exclaimed. He turned back to Rose. “If you’re up for the job, of course. I don’t need to tell you about the risks, you already know them.”

Rose placed her hands flat on the table and looked at the dead Ghost that was between them. Cayde was right. She was the only one who was uniquely skilled with tracking. And she had the rose to go off of. Evidence that was so uniquely theirs, she could follow similar signs. Look for patterns in the deaths and disappearances. But it was dangerous. Even if she found them, there was no telling if she could get out alive. She closed her eyes and took a slow, deep breath.

“When do I start?”

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gwenbrightly · 4 years

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One Does Not Simply Jump Overboard

aka the long awaited Of Milk and Cookies Chapter 14

Lloyd was pretty sure that if there was an award for totally reckless bravery in near-death situations, Zane had just won it. He'd felt his heart drop when the nindroid dove overboard into the frothy ocean below, the dangers of losing a teammate (no, a brother) before they even made it to the Dark Island to confront his father suddenly very real. And this realization terrified him. His inner monolog of oh no, oh no, oh heck no had lasted way too long before he'd finally sighted the master of ice arriving safely back on the deck of the Bounty again. He was pretty sure Zane had no idea how not okay they would have been if he hadn't ultimately reappeared. Lloyd was barely holding himself together without this reminder that his adoptive family of awkward teenagers might not make it through this in one piece. It had been easy to channel his inner Kai while they were back in ninjago and act all cocky and confident, like nothing was wrong. But the farther from home they traveled, the less sure of himself, or their mission, he felt. The fact that he still wasn't used to his mother's somewhat smothering presence wasn't helping. She was obviously trying, but her efforts couldn't erase years of absence overnight (a fact he sometimes wondered if she realized). He wasn't oblivious to the dark looks Kai and Nya had been shooting Misako whenever they felt she was overstepping unstated boundaries, either. If only their reunion could have been like Zane and Doctor Julien's...

"So," Nya said, interrupting his thoughts as she finally managed to figure out where Lloyd had hidden himself away after dinner, "Today was kinda a lot, huh?"

He grinned wearily at her as she joined him in the little tent he'd scrapped together where the sloped roof of the Bounty flattened into a platform like surface.

"Yeah. Just, just a little." the blonde agreed. He looked out over the darkening expanse of ocean, not quite sure what else to say. They sat there in silence, enjoying the temporary peace.

"I, uh, just wanted to check on you. Make sure you weren't too furious with Zane for almost getting himself killed out there today." she explained, eventually, before wrapping herself in a spare blanket. Nya's ability to sense when he needed someone to talk to never failed to amaze him.

"Oh." Lloyd replied softly, "I – yeah… that was… How does he do it?"

"Do what?" Nya asked.

"Just jump right into helping people, without worrying about his own wellbeing?" he clarified.

"He's Zane, built to protect those who can't protect themselves. It's just who he is. I'm not even sure he realized jumping into the ocean to save that leviathan was dangerous at the time…" She told him as if it were the simplest thing in the world. Lloyd looked over at her, quietly asking, "Nya? What would we have done if – if he didn't…?" He cringed a little, not liking the way his voice cracked. She leaned against him, grounding him before he could allow himself to dwell on the what if's for too long.

"I dunno. I really don't. But he's still here. We all are. It's gonna be okay."

"Yeah, but for how long?" he couldn't help but mutter. Nya shifted sideways, regarding him for a moment before saying anything.

"You're worried about what happens when we reach the Dark Island." she observed knowingly. The Green Ninja opened his mouth, shut it, and sighed.

"I-I… it's just… everything is happening so quickly now… we'll be there by mid-day tomorrow and… I'm… not sure I'm ready for this… facing my dad? It scares me… I'm not brave like you, or Kai, or Zane… I'm just…. A scared kid in a teen's body." he stated in a small voice, turning wrapped an arm around his shoulders and squeezed them.

"You know, sometimes I wonder how you can be so amazing at seeing the good in others, but totally miss it in yourself. You're one of the bravest people I know, Lloyd."

"R-really?" Lloyd snorted wetly in disbelief.

"Would I lie to you?" she retorted, booping his nose with affection and pulling some tissues out of her pocket. Yeah, she could definitely tell he'd been on the verge of crying.

"Well... If you thought it'd make me happy..." he offered up lamely. The raven-haired girl shook her head in disbelief.

"I guess you've got me all figured out, green bean." she relented, marveling at how grown up her baby brother was becoming. Even if he didn't recognize it yet.

"But I'm serious. You really are an incredibly brave person. Who came to save us when everyone got captured by Pythor?"

"I mean, I kinda got caught too, but, me." Lloyd stated.

"Who talked an entire school of future villains into embracing their inner light?" Nya continued.

"Also me. Just not sure I'd call that brave." he protested, making a face, not sure if he appreciated this trip down memory lane.

"And who used the Tomorrow's Tea to defeat the Grundle, knowing full well that it would have irreversible consequences for them?" she finished. Lloyd frowned. He'd rather not dwell on that decision. It had really done a number on him since.

"That's different..."

"Is it, Lloyd? Because I don't think you would've done any of those things if you weren't at least a little brave."

"Okay. So maybe I am brave..." the blonde caved, deciding to let Nya win this one, "But that doesn't change how terrified I am, Nya. What if I can't do it? Mom says he'd never hurt me, and I don't wanna hurt him, either..." he said, referring to his father, "But when it comes down to it, one of us is gonna have to hurt the other... I-I... we're supposed to fight..."

Nya listened to his ramblings with patience, waiting for him to trail off before she offered her own thoughts.

"Remember what I told you when we first found out you were the Green Ninja?"

"That... you couldn't wait to see Kai's face when he realized I technically won the deal?" Lloyd recalled, looking a bit less troubled at the memory.

"I wasn't wrong. His reaction was priceless!" she laughed softly, "But what I meant was... Kai and I – we promised you wouldn't be alone when the time came. We're gonna do everything in our power to keep that promise. So, you don't have to fake being okay just because you don't wanna worry us."

"Pft... I definitely haven't been doing that." he deadpanned, knowing that to deny it would be a lost cause. His sister rolled her eyes at this.

"You're allowed to be scared and unsure. Just remember, you have an awful lot of people who'd do anything for you, no questions asked. Even if some of them are total idiots in how they go about showing it." she reminded him. He put his head on her shoulder, comforted by her words. His family might not be experts when it came to acting responsibly, but he loved them just the same.

"Definitely total idiots." Lloyd agreed, laughing a little himself. Nya gave a contented sigh and let him snuggle against her. This conversation seemed to be just what he'd needed. She only wished it wasn't necessary, that she could give him some assurance about how the prophesied battle would turn out okay because he was Lloyd Montgomery Garmadon, the kid with a heart of gold and an incredible sort of light radiating off of him. But she wasn't psychic. She didn't want to make false promises or whitewash the danger they were in. So instead, she settled for, "Speaking of idiots, I can think of one who needs to be told a thing or two about jumping overboard with no warning and giving us all a heart attack."

"Wanna go yell at Zane?" the Green Ninja asked with a snort.

"Do I ever!" Nya said, grinning wickedly. Together, they left the safety and seclusion of the rooftop tent in favor of locating the nindroid. As it turned out, they didn't have to look for very long. The sound of laughter drew them to the kitchen; Zane had turned his humor switch on once again, much to the bemusement of his father. Obviously he'd ended up in good company.

"Oh, Zane..." the samurai sang sweetly as she and Lloyd entered the room.

"Yes, Nya?" he answered, reverting back to his usual self. Nya took a big breath before laying into him.

"Do you have any idea how DANGEROUS it was to jump overboard like that?! You could've gotten yourself killed! Are you trying to traumatize Lloyd?!"

"Yep, I'm definitely traumatized now," Lloyd joined in, showing no mercy. Dr. Julien followed the tirade with amusement. His poor son seemed to be at a loss for words.

"But I... We... Sorry?" Zane protested weakly. He rushed over to Lloyd. He seemed... Fine? There were no visible signs of emotional scarring?

"Promise me you'll never do something like that again?" Lloyd begged, giving him his best puppy dog eyes.

"You know I am unable to completely guarantee anything, as it is my duty to protect you and others, but... I shall do my best." he told them. Having weaseled out this assurance, Nya decided that it was time for them to stop pestering Zane over his questionable life choices.

"We're glad you're okay." she stated, smiling at the nindroid to make sure he knew they weren't too terribly upset with him. "So am I." he replied. Lloyd hugged him tightly, catching him a little off guard, but he didn't mind. Tomorrow they would reach the dark island. The future was unpredictable, but for tonight, everyone was safe and sound.

#ninjago fanfiction #ninjago #Lloyd #Nya #Zane #don't throw yourself overboard #Lloyd's still got some doubts about being the Green Ninja #but luckily he has Nya there to encourage him #omac #of milk and cookies #my fics

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theotter99 · 4 years

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Uncovering Fables

Chapter 1 Part 2.3

“Your friend is an idiot.” Drew suddenly interrupted the story to say his peace.

Alzena was leaning towards Penelope this entire time, listening intently to the story. When Drew spoke, she frowned at Drew and playfully punched his arm. “Hey. Don’t say that.”

Drew sighs. “Kid… doesn’t that sound extremely dangerous to you?”

Alzena blinks as she thinks through this question before she starts twiddling her thumbs. “Um… well, yes but… It still sounds so cool.” Her eyes sparkled a little as she speaks with a sense of adventure. “Giving the man the middle finger and running off. Doing whatever you want. It sounds exciting.”

Drew looked extremally worried at this. “Kid, no… You can still get very hurt but doing that…”

Penelope glanced between Alzena and Drew and softly spoke up. “Um… I, well….” She quickly started to think about what she’s going to say. “I… I knew from the start that the journey could be dangerous… I knew but… As I sat there, and admired the sea, I couldn’t help but think what Maria would think of me if I said no… Would she be mad at me? Would she think I’m a loser? Would she not want to be friends with me?”

Drew softly added. “If she was going to think that of you, then she isn’t your friend.”

Penelope rubbed the back of her head before she started playing with her empty glass. “I… I know that now but back then… I was even more of a mess then I am currently and I didn’t want to disappoint my friend.”

Penelope sighed and looked away. She hugged herself as her body shook a little. It looked like her mind was going a million miles a minute as she was thinking of something. She looked like she was trying to figure out what to say next but was unable to find the right words.

What happened next? What happened? She needed to think quickly. Crap. It shouldn't have been this hard. Penelope hugged herself tighter.

Alzena, sunk down a little as she watched her new friend in worry. She slowly walked over to Penelope and gently took her shoulder. “Hey… It’s okay. We all make mistakes we’re not proud of but… At least you made it out okay.”

Penelope flinched at Alzena suddenly touching her and she took a step back. After a few moments of putting her thoughts together, she slowly nodded. “Yeah. Yeah. You’re right.”

“Are you okay with continuing the story?”

“O-Oh. Of course. Just give me a moment to get my words together and think this through.”

“Okay…” Alzena backed away and sat down on the counter again to be next to Drew.

Drew sighed at this as he watched Alzena. “You really need to stop sitting on my counter. What if you fall off and hurt yourself?”

Alzena smiled slightly and booped Drew’s nose. “Admit it. You loved it when I did this. Even as a kid.”

Drew chuckled softly and looked away at this. He wasn’t going to admit anything but it was plain on his face. He really adored his kid’s little silly actions, even when she was an adult. After a bit, Penelope finally built up the courage to continue her story.

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dark-and-kawaii · 6 years

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Hello! May I request headcanons for Kuroko, Kise, and Imayoshi with a female s/o who is a difficult person to be with? She's very temperamental, can be quite cold-hearted and bitter about people and the world in general? Thanks and good luck to your blog!

Okay, lemme start by saying Imayoshi was a bit difficult (╥﹏╥) He’s another top favorite of mine, but i don’t feel like i did him justice! I’ll get better though as i continue forward! I did my best and i hope you approve of these ┐(‘～`；)┌

I had fun writing for Kise though ^-^

Kuroko

Let’s be real about this, no one can believe you snagged up Kuroko. The quiet, emotionless phantom sixth man.

Whenever the two of you are out and about you always hear people comment ‘Wow they actually have a boyfriend? No way, how? How did THEY get a boyfriend, i doubt it lasts.’

Despite their comments, Kuroko has no problem appearing out of nowhere to frighten them, asking the girls why it’s hard to believe. They didn’t know you like he did after all.

Kuroko knows you have a softer side, he’s realized that only he can bring it out of you. Especially when he ruffles up your hair telling you not to worry about things.

Honestly at the start Kuroko had no clue what drew him to you, YET there you two were… eating at Maji Burger while you were yelling at the server about how they didn’t give you extra sauce like you had asked “nicely”

How dare they not give you your extra sauce

On a hot summer day Kuroko decided it was best the two of you went to the beach instead of staying inside… However you wish you would’ve stayed home after seeing a pink haired girl mow him down with a hug. Her chest was basically suffocating him.

Fist clenched ready to hit, but kuroko stopped you quickly once he realized what was about to happen. Pushing the girl named Momoi off of him, he stood up explaining that this was a friend of his.

Clicking your tongue you already had enough, not wanting to hear more of the “friend” excuse you decide it best to leave.

Before you leave you make sure that she hears you “When she’s old and wrinkly her boobs will be saggy while mine will still be perky, if you really want to waste your time with her Kuroko than go for it.”

Kuroko however didn’t allow you to leave, grabbing your hand stopping you he turned towards Momoi demanding she stopped immediately. That this was the last time she would plow him down with her affection. If Momoi couldn’t accept the fact he was officially off the market then he wanted nothing to do with her, making sure you heard everything loud and clear, that you were the only one he cared about.

Seeing him so brutally honest made you realize that maybe there wasn’t much of a difference with the two of you.

Dates usually consists of the two of you at home, away from other people to avoid you making a scene. Most times Kuroko will bring you Maji Burger so the both of you can relax.

Kise

OH. MY. GOD.

First things first, you hate his little fan girls

Like, you HATE them.

If you had one wish it would be to banish them all on an island somewhere far far far far far away. A different universe would be fine with you actually.

One time a girl came up to Kise DEMANDING he ended things with you right then and there.

You decided the best thing to do in that situation was to take your flip flop off and chuck it at said girls head.

You nailed her.

Dead center on her forehead

“Hahahaha Boom! Headshot!” Pointing with one hand and taking Kise’s hand in your other, you strolled off proud with YOUR man.

“Did you really have to do that ____-cchi. I have a reputation to hold after all.”

“Excuse me? If you’re more worried about them I guess I’ll tell that Haizaki guy i’m available.” Yeah you said it, who cares? You knew there was bad blood between the two, he hurt your feelings, why not hurt his?

What you didn’t expect that day was for Kise to laugh at your response. What was so funny about it? You were being serious, right?

“You’re so adorable _____-cchi!” grabbing you by the waist swirling you around as if you weighed nothing. “How did i get so lucky to have such a winsome girlfriend! I love when you get jealous! I just can’t take you serious when you threaten me with Haizaki. You know he wouldn’t put up with you like i do.” Putting you down eventually he would capture your lips with his.

Yeah, its true. Kise LOVES how jealous you can get. Everything about it amazes him, especially how protective of him you can be. It’s almost like you’re his personal bodyguard at times.

Just the other night a sleazy female hooked her arm around Kise’s, you acted quickly before he had the chance to.

Grabbing the nearest thing to you, in this case a fire extinguisher… You blasted the poor girl in the face with a white cloud.

When it comes to date night you’re forced to go out in crowded areas which is a no go for you.

Getting pushed around isn’t necessarily your idea of a perfect date. It usually ends with you pushing people back “Get the hell off of me you disease, Kise let’s go before i lose brain cells from being around all these idiots.”

Once you’ve arrived at the comfort of your home the both of you laying on your cozy bed, Kise admits he only took you to such a crowded area because he loves seeing you get frustrated as he boops you on your nose with his finger.

“…..”

Resulting to you kicking him off the bed… okay push… you push him off…. Okay you KICKED and PUSHED him off the bed.

Despite everything, you love this man with all your heart.

You know he’s the only one for you because you knew he was right when he said he’s the only one who could put up with you.

After all, you’re the only one who can put up with him.

Imayoshi

This is a true relationship right here.

He finds your cold-hearted personality quite amusing, a lot of the times he’ll purposely throw you into a situation where he can see you in action.

You’ll never forget the day he pushed you into a male named Hanamiya.

Imayoshi was walking hand in hand with you through the city until he spotted a former classmate, Hanamiya. Imayoshi being the sneaky little devil he is saw this as the perfect opportunity to see what you would do.

“Oi you brat watch where you are going.” Grabbing you by the collar of your shirt Hanamiya lifted you up from the ground piercing through you with his gaze. How dare this guy put his hands on you, does he not realize what he got himself into? Acting hastily you bit down on his hand until Hanamiya released his grip.

HOWEVER, your teeth didn’t let go of his hand. No. Instead you kept biting down… harder.

Imayoshi practically had tears in his eyes from chucking so much.

As much as Imayoshi enjoys messing with you, he respects that you don’t necessarily enjoy the company of other human beings. So he will take you out into the woods, somewhere peaceful where the two of you can fish alone enjoying the company of one another.

While fishing in quiet he admires you. He’s actually quite proud of you. Yes, you’re not really his type, he realizes this, but he also knows that no one else could keep life so entertaining. Even if you are difficult to work with at times.

The one thing he finds most difficult is you giving him a hard time with his drawings… He tries his best after all.

At the end of the day you are both curled up with one another as he runs his fingers through your hair until he riles you up.

“___-chan… you have quite a giant forehead ya know.”

“Imayoshi-senpai.”

“Hm?”

“Your arm looks better with bite marks in it.” Biting his arm as you grab a fist full of his hair. Without hesitating he flips you over so he can now lay on top of you pinning your arms.

Without a doubt, you are the only one for him, without you life would be boring.

~Admin Kiwi~ xo

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goodgoodpolypals · 7 years

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Playing Games || Part Five

Nick and Griffin think about the previous night. Absence makes the heart grow fonder. The boys become taste buds. Nick and Griffin watch his on screen doppelganger. Griffin makes Nick feel real good. Griffin gives into temptation.

It was 11 AM when Nick pulled himself out of his deep slumber, blurry eyed and foggy minded. His room in the suite was lit with golden sun peaking out from behind the thick curtains, the sounds of traffic and indistinct voices below robbing him from the silence he needed to think. For, as soon as he’d woke, his mind had replayed the events of last night. Not only did he remember the kiss, or rather the kiss that could have been, but he also remembered that moment in the Uber when he’d been looking at Griffin. Nick hadn’t wanted to accept it for so long, how deep his feelings had gotten, but now it was all he could think about. His heart would race as he even just thought of the possibility of his feelings being returned. Inversely, his heart ached at the, much more probable, possibility that they weren’t.

Nick wanted to be a realist about this. He wanted to protect himself from being disappointed. The last thing he wanted to do was foolishly expect something that could never happen. But…

But the events of last night kept hope alive.

Nick had been proud of himself for standing his ground, but now he was angry. The vision of himself, towering over Griffin as he joked on the couch’s armrest, being so close, close enough to see his stubble, feel his warmth, smell the alcohol on his breath, and not kissing him made Nick want to fade away completely. What an idiot.

Perhaps only because it hadn’t happened, Nick was sure that if it had, Griffin would fall just as hard as he had. If he could have only kissed him, really kissed him, talking about ‘push him up against the couch, hands in his hair, tongue in his mouth’ total kind of make out, then Griffin would have felt all the same things Nick did. How could he not?

Nick kicked the covers off, a groan escaping him that crescendoed into a soft scream as Nick turned his face into the hotel’s pillow.

It was half past 11 when Nick finally emerged from his room, dressed in only loose fitting sweatpants and an old Cool Games Inc tshirt he’d had. Griffin was lounging on the couch, laptop in his lap, typing away at something while wearing sunglasses. Nick expelled a silent laugh through his nose, leaning against the doorframe. “Hung over?”

Griffin didn’t pull his eyes away from whatever he was doing on the screen. His headache had went away a few hours ago, but he’d left the sunglasses on, mostly because he couldn’t be bothered to pull them off. “Only a little. You really shouldn’t let me drink so much, Nicholas.”

“You’re a grown man, Griffy, you don’t need a keeper.” Nick crossed the small distance between the door and the couch, perching on the arm, just as Griffin had only a few hours ago. It made him wonder if Griffin’s comment had been about the hangover or if he’d really been talking about the kiss. Or almost kiss. Whatever.

“Maybe you do. You missed breakfast.” It wasn’t until Griffin mentioned it that he noticed the empty feeling in his stomach. “I saved you a donut though.” Griffin still didn’t look at Nick, but he tilted his head in the direction of the counter where there was indeed a frosted strawberry donut.

“Aw, you do care about me,” Nick joked, moving to retrieve the donut, carrying it back to the little living room, this time opting to sit in the armchair. Breaking off pieces of the frosted pastry, Nick stuffed his mouth with one hand, the other scrolling through his twitter feed. He’d noticed that Griffin had posted not too long ago, and it almost made Nick laugh. It was something old people would shit themselves over, both of them being on twitter at the same time while being in the same room, but to Nick, it was nice. It was comfortable. Both boys could appreciate silence just as much as a good goof.

About 20 minutes later, Griffin finally shut his laptop’s lid, drawing Nick’s eyes to him. Griffin was looking at him too and he’d taken off his sunglasses, lazily pushing them to the top of his head. His eyes were rimmed with dark shadows of missing sleep. “Wow, you look like hell,” Nick commented.

That almost made Griffin crack a smile, the corners of his lips just barely twitching. “Please, Nicholas, don’t flatter me.”

Nick rolled his eyes. “Like you need any flattering.”

That piqued Griffin’s interest, an eyebrow raising, “Are you implying I’m egotistical?” When Nick only shrugged, Griffin laughed at that absurdity. “What about this,” He gestured to himself, “Makes you think I’m oozing confidence?”

Man, what an opening that was. Although Nick had come to terms with his feelings, and he could joke about them with Griffin, he didn’t want to make him feel uncomfortable, so he held his tongue. Griffin didn’t need to hear about just how attractive Nick thought he was. Instead he said, “Now you’re just fishing for compliments.”

Griffin waved him off with a dismissing noise. Nick wondered briefly if Griffin had wanted to hear his opinion, or if he’d needed to hear it. But the moment had passed. “I was going to tell you something, but you distracted me,” Griffin finally got out.

“Distracted you? You were the one staring at me.” When Griffin didn’t answer, which was an answer in of itself, Nick’s cheeks warmed up and his heart thumped just a little harder.

“I’m spending the day with Trav and Juice, is what I wanted to tell you.”

Oh. Nick deflated just a bit. It was their last day in LA, and thus their last day together. Nick almost, almost, thought it was because Griffin felt awkward about their kiss but he quickly spoke up before Nick could form the thought, “We booked some tours a while ago, or I’d ask you to come.” Nick nodded understandingly, determined to not become jealous of Griffin’s own brothers. “We should really watch a movie tonight though. Since you were so tired last night.”

Nick’s breath hitched. Although he’d figured Griffin wouldn’t be awkward about the previous night, he was surprised to hear him joke about it so casually. He nodded numbly, mumbling out, “For sure.”

Once he’d left, Griffin let out a breath he’d been holding ever since Nick had woke up. Every time he looked at him, Griffin would remember the night before. So many unexpected things had happened. Griffin had asked Nick to kiss him. And he didn’t do it. Even more surprising, Griffin had been disappointed. The kiss in the elevator had been on his mind ever since it had happened, and it had taken him until last night to realize why. He had liked it. Or at least, it had made him curious. He wanted another. Just to be sure about what he was feeling.

But Nick had refused to give it to him.

And it had been fair. If Griffin wanted to do it, he would have to do it himself. But…he couldn’t. Not last night at least. But the longer he spent around Nick, the more his resolve strengthened. The more time they spent together, the more Griffin wanted to kiss him. If he hadn’t had plans for the day, he was sure he would have broke and kissed him already. No, he nearly had, when he’d took off his sunglasses, turning to him to tell him about his plans, he’d gotten caught up looking at him. His lips.

He didn’t know what had changed. Maybe Nick refusing to kiss him had actually made Griffin want him more. Enough to initiate a kiss? Yes. Griffin was sure of that. He couldn’t spend another night in the suite without it. But his time frame was rapidly closing.

As the sun dipped lower in the sky, Griffin could feel his anxiety nagging at him. His mind– no, his heart– yearning for someone on the other side of the city.

It was already dusk when Griffin made it back to the hotel. Nick, who was having a late dinner, was sitting on the ground, his laptop open on the coffee table, playing a video as he ate from a Chinese container in his lap. He was still wearing his sweats and tshirt, although his hair was wet, as if he’d just showered not too long ago.

“Hey,” Griffin greeted, looking down at Nick on the floor, a bemused expression on his face. “What are you doing?”

“Watching Kiki’s Delivery Service,” Nick answered around a mouth full of chicken and rice.

Griffin tried to contain his laughter. “Why though?”

“I kept seeing it all over twitter. Everyone is comparing you to Tombo. Have you seen the edit of you as Tombo and me as Kiki? It’s cute.” When Griffin shook his head, Nick patted the ground beside himself. “I’ll show it to you when the movie is over.”

Griffin hesitated for a moment, and then folded himself up to fit next to Nick.

They watched the movie in silence for a bit, and then Griffin broke the quiet when he said, “Hey. Hey bud? Hey taste bud?” Once he’d drew Nick’s attention he pointed to the container that Nick had mostly abandoned. “Let me get some of that sweet chicken.”

Nick laughed, stabbing a piece with his fork, holding it out to Griffin. He had assumed he would take it, but instead Griffin leaned forward with his mouth. Playfully, Nick jerked it away, making Griffin close his mouth full of air, an expression of exasperation on his face. “Sorry, sorry, here.” Nick tried again, thrusting the fork toward Griffin, only this time he moved it upwards, booping the chicken onto his nose. Some of the stickiness transferred to him. Griffin opened his mouth to yell at him, but Nick finally gave him the bite he’d been wanting, which shut him up.

Once he’d finished chewing, Griffin slapped Nick’s arm. “Jerk. You were supposed to be my taste bud.”

Wetting his thumb with his mouth, Nick reached out to wipe away the stickiness, “I told you I do it.” Once he’d successfully wiped the stickiness away, Nick muttered, “There. How did it taste?”

“Better than the controller you fed me last time.”

“I didn’t think you were going to actually put your mouth on it. Hm. After that and the banana I’m beginning to think you have a bit of an oral fixation.”

Griffin flushed. And then he stuck his tongue out.

As the movie neared it’s end, Nick’s eyes had began to droop. Even though he’d slept in, the last few days had been exhausting and long. And movies always put him in a sleepy mood. His head leaned to rest on Griffin’s shoulder, both pairs of eyes still watching the screen. “Hey, Griff?” Griffin didn’t look away from the movie, but he made a questioning noise. “Can you scratch my back?”

Nick loved to have his back scratched, or his arms, or anywhere on his body really. It was one of the most euphoric feelings for him. Although he’d never asked Griffin to do it before, but sitting side by side with Griffin, watching a movie in an oh so domestic fashion, it was the only thing that could make the night even better. If Griffin thought the request was strange, he didn’t show it, and his only answer was the light scraping of nails on his back. Nick melted under those fingers.

For the duration of the end of the movie, Griffin kept scratching. He scratched simple patterns in an unconscious effort. It was actually soothing, for both boys. And by the time the credits were rolling, Nick’s breathing was steady, a telltale sign of sleeping.

“Nicholas,” Griffin whispered softly, and then he muttered it a little louder when he didn’t get an answer, shaking Nick’s shoulder a bit.

Groggily, Nick sat up, rubbing at his eyes. “Griffin?” He asked, momentarily confused.

“Come on,” Griffin said, standing up, “You should probably get to bed.” He lent Nick a hand to help pull himself up. Nick did, yawning as he did so. Only when he was standing, Griffin didn’t let go. Instead, he tugged them into Nick’s room. Nick, brain still clouded with remnants of sleep, almost joked about being able to find his bed on his own, but wisely he chose, at the last second, to stay quiet.

“Are you going to scratch me some more?” Nick asked instead, peeling off his shirt as he fell atop the bed, burying his face in the pillow.

Griffin hesitated for a moment before answering. He hadn’t known what he was planning to do. “I guess so,” He finally responded, to which Nick could only mumble his joyus response. Griffin took a seat at the edge of the bed, timidly, suddenly nervous, and the fact that Nick was shirtless didn’t help. But he did, eventually, reach out his fingers, lightly raking them up and down Nick’s fleshy back. He scratched his shoulders. Down the backs of his arms. He just kept scratching, silent in the dark room, until he noticed Nick’s breathing fall into a steady rhythm.

Even then, Griffin kept scratching, curling up on the small sliver of bed Nick had allotted him, enjoying the simple, monotonous movement. Eventually, Griffin was laying down too, rolled over on his side to face Nick. He watched him as he moved his fingers along his back, just half of his face visible, the other half pressed into the pillow. The moonlight lit him up in a pale bath of white light. His lips were slightly parted, breathing in and out softly. For the first time, it occurred to Griffin that Nick was beautiful.

Before he understood what he was doing, Griffin was leaning forward, lips brushing Nick’s cheek softly. He pulled back quickly, watching to see if he would wake. Only he didn’t, and Griffin resumed his scratching, feeling emboldened. He used that newfound strength to, a few moments later, push forward again, this time letting their lips just briefly brush in the softest of kisses.

There was no fireworks. No electricity. None of the things you might hear about in a romance novel that sounded more painful than pleasurable. No, it was none of those things, but it was nice. It was an undeniably good feeling to kiss Nick. To kiss someone you loved. And Griffin did love him. As a best friend, at the very least. Maybe more. To kiss him was a warmth that spread throughout his body, it was a steadying of his nervous heartbeat, feeling comfortable with their lips pressed. It was just a good feeling.

And he found himself wanting to do it again. And again. But he held off, instead turning his head to look at the ceiling, pondering what this meant. What this made him.

He decided that he didn’t care.

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