#something about his outfit…his attitude…the way he kept fucking with his necklace…

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Hero 2014: Episode 10 (Part 2)

Kimura Takuya as Kuryu Kohei

Kitagawa Keiko as Asagi Chika

#kimura takuya #takuya kimura #kitagawa keiko #keiko kitagawa #jdrama #hero #hero 2014 #second set woooo #I think I have like…three more lol #something about his outfit…his attitude…the way he kept fucking with his necklace… #he’s very very frustrating this episode #drama gifs #tsukutta

[dakarimainink]

Invitation

WARNING: 18+, SMUUUUUT, alcohol, public fingering, public orgasm, cocky attitude, bodily fluids, protected fucking, oral female receiving, multiple orgasm for female, orgasm, slight humiliation, a splash of angst, swearing, a hint of sub/dom, clit slapping (because lord have mercy)

Pairing: Dave York x You (Reader)

Wordcount: 7K

Note: Not betad, all mistakes are my own. omfg... this is a fuckin' mess!!!! this is the most warnings I've applied too.... This is my first work with Dave York and I loved how it turned out! Probably going to hell for this too

it started as a small idea and as I wrote, it just became longer and longer. 7K??? gah! I just fell straight for Dave York when I watched the equalizer 2 and omfg!!!

Anyway, just a second note to this story, you (reader) is a bit of a hopeless mess for this guy, just sayin'....

You're invited to the CIA gala dinner by Dave York and you accept.

Masterlist

It was the annual CIA gala dinner. Somehow, Mr. York had decided to bring you – his secretary – to the dinner, as his wife were out of town with the kids.

You had never been to such an event before and were worried perhaps you wouldn’t fit in. You certainly didn’t have the clothes for it, so you sought help from your friend, who had pulled you through nearly every clothing store in Washington. Dresses weren’t your thing, they were clingy, uncomfortable and the biggest crime of them all, no pockets.

After following tediously several YouTube videos on how to do makeup and hair, you finally were ready to leave for the gala. Your friend had suggested getting a coat with the dress, but you knew it was a one-time thing and therefore opted for your own black long-coat. Your friend had also lent them their silver clutch bag to match the little jewellery you had. You barely remembered last time you wore a necklace, but there it hung around your neck. A small little diamond droplet you had inherited from your mother (or was it grandmother?).

The doorbell rang and pulled you out of your thoughts. Your heart thumped a little harder as you walked towards your front door. You were nervous, not quite sure on how to behave or talk or even if you would recognise anyone there. The people you did work with – the other secretaries and office workers – weren’t even going to the event. It was only for the people higher up and you had received some strange looks when you told them.

You admitted to being honoured that Mr. York had asked you of all people, that he didn’t even chose to go alone. He could have even asked Alexis – a woman with style and class sitting higher up than yourself – as she was into him. The only reason you knew was because she never shut up about it whenever she engaged in conversations with you by the coffee machine.

She would gush about him like a schoolgirl, which was uncharacteristically of her. Whenever he passed by, not even glancing in your direction, she would almost squeal her heart out once he was out of sight. You knew she was only engaging with you in order to know Mr. York’s schedule and meetings, but you weren’t giving up that information so easily. You took your job seriously, mostly because you were desperate to keep it as you had been going from one workplace to the other for two years.

You admitted to yourself he was a good looking man, always cleanshaven, neatly dressed and always carried himself with such high authority. But he was married with children and in your book, that was hands off. You weren’t sure if it was Alexis who had smitten you or if his authoritative aura and stern voice whenever he asked you to do something, had led you to sometimes dream of him. But you had slapped yourself mentally and told yourself to not pursue it further than your dreams.

You remembered once she asked you why you kept calling him Mr. York, he had a first name after all. You had said truthfully, you did it out of respect, but there was another reason as well. You were afraid that if you called him by his first name, you would trick yourself into thinking you would ever have a chance with him. The only time you did say his first name, was when your fingers were deep inside your drenching pussy, moaning out his name as you came undone.

You brushed the crease on your high cut black dress before reaching for the door handle. You knew it was him on the other side who had come to pick you up.

You opened up the door and found Mr. York standing tall with his back to the door, looking at your front porch. He turned around and his eyes widened at your presence. They drew across your body as his lips parted with a slow exhale. His eyes lingered for a moment on your exposed leg before they drew up again to meet your eyes.

“Miss Y/L/N you look…” His eyes roamed your body again, taking in the sight of you before locking eyes with you once more. “Divine.”

Mr. York was particular with his words. He believed choosing once words carefully would aid one to a clearer understanding of once intentions. The fact that he chose to use “divine” to describe you, sent delicious shivers down your spine.

“Thank you, Mr. York.” You felt a blush creep up your cheeks. “You look handsome.” You added, trying to avert attention from yourself. And he was mouth-watering handsome; dressed in a dark blue three piece suit, white shirt and black tie. His hair was styled and he was newly shaven.

He stuffed his hands into his trouser pockets and smirked at your compliment. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, just let me get my coat and clutch bag.” You turned around, grabbed your coat and swung it around your body before sliding your arms in. You picked up your bag and made sure you had everything you needed. You locked your front door and followed Mr. York outside.

He opened the door to his black BMW and held your hand as you sat down into the passenger seat. He closed the door after you and got around and into the driver’s seat.

As he sat down, the smell of his spicy cologne hit your nose and you inhaled deeply. As you exhaled, you realised he was looking at you curiously. You cleared your throat and felt a heat wash over you. You reached for the seatbelt and secured it.

He did the same before starting the engine. The roar of the motor startled you and you held onto your bag. He placed his hand on the shift stick and looked at you. “Everything okay?” He asked softly.

You swallowed thickly, trying hard not to rub your thighs together as his eyes lingered on you. “Y-yes, just a bit anxious.” You admitted and shifted in your seat. You darted out your tongue to dampen your lips. His eyes immediately snapped to your shimmering mouth and you couldn’t help but nervously smile.

“There’s no need to be, I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips parted at his words. Oh god how you wanted this man to tend to you and your desires. You pressed your thighs together as you looked away, trying hard to be as discreet as possible. You could feel his gaze lingering on you, which made you squirm on the inside, fighting the urge to throw yourself at the man sitting next to you.

The engine roared again before you drove off to the gala.

~~~

On arrival, a man dressed in a black tuxedo opened the door for you and assisted you in getting out. You decided to leave your coat in the car, as you were told the event would be completely indoors.

A second man held the door open for Mr. York before he handed the man his keys to park the car. You stood still as you waited for Mr. York to arrive by your side, your eyes wandering the tall outside walls and windows, a warm light emitting from inside.

You walked nervously next to him, your fingers clutching onto your bag as you stepped up the small flight of stairs to the entry. Mr. York handed the invitations over to the man by the entrance before the door was pushed open by a second man. A mellow glow of light shone through and a wall of chatter hit your ears.

As you passed the threshold your eyes widened at the amount of people grouped up all around the grand ballroom. Great chandeliers hung from the ceilings above the many round tables decorated with expensive dining ware and huge vases overfilled with big bouquets of flowers. There was a golden glow all around the room, making it almost like a lucid dream.

Your presence caught people’s attention as you stood by the door. You gulped nervously as you felt eyes burning into you. You wanted to run and hide. You wanted to curl up in Mr. York’s embrace and melt away. You sensed a sting of regret as you stood there like a piece of exhibition for anyone to ogle at.

Your eyes widened as you felt a warm hand on your exposed lower back. You turned your head and met a pair of calm brown eyes. He leaned close to your ear. “Relax, Y/N.” He whispered, the breath tickling your skin.

You let out a shuddering breath. “Everyone’s looking.” You mumbled back, feeling small in such a huge room with high-ranking people.

“I can’t blame them; the view is stunning after all.” He smirked and straightened up. A man dressed in the same outfit as the men outside, held up a tray with champagne glasses. Dave picked up one and handed it to you. You looked at him questioning. “You might as well enjoy it all.”

You took the glass from him and took a sip. The taste was crispy with a hint of apple. He retrieved his hand from your back and held it in front of you. “I won’t let anyone get near you.”

You glanced at his hand and believed him. Your eyes darted at the several hungry-looking men before placing your hand in his. He gave it a small squeeze before leading the way into the room.

“Thank you, Mr. York.”

He scoffed in amusement. “No need to be so formal, Y/N. Call me Dave, I insist.” Your eyes met and for a moment, the buzzing around you drowned out. You could stay connected with them until the end of time. He guided you through the crowd of people, giving a nod here and a shake there as you walked. You didn’t recognise anyone or any of the names as Dave greeted them one by one.

“Ah, Dave. It’s good to see you.” A man dressed in a black and white suit came wandering over to you with a woman next to him in a red dress. “And who is this sweet little bird?” His eyes roamed your body and lingered on your chest. “Didn’t know you had a mistress on the side, Mr. York.” He winked and looked at Dave next to you, who had a stern frown painted on his face.

You uncomfortably took a long sip from your champagne, feeling out of place with a hint of disgust the minute the man had said his first word approaching you.

Dave’s arm immediately went around your waist and pulled you a little closer. “Mr. Brown, this is Y/N.” You could feel the heat radiating from him through his suit. “Y/N, this is Michael Brown and his wife Alexis Brown.”

It took you a moment to register it was in fact Alexis from the office. This would explain why he didn’t invite her. Your eyes met and you could see the jealousy drip from her pores as she gave you the most toxic smile you had ever seen someone give you.

“Ah, the secretary.” She scoffed. “Wife busy, Mr. York? I thought you would at least settle for something more…” She wiped her upper lip with her tongue. “… séduisant.”

You furrowed your brows at the last word. You had no idea what it meant but you sure as hell knew there was something venomous behind it. It made your blood boil and all you could think of was spitting something back at her, but what? You didn’t even know what she said and it just frustrated you further.

“Alexis, the day I want to invite a snake, I’ll make sure to keep you in mind.” Dave bit back and his words took you all by surprise. “By the way, how is Jonathan at eleventh floor? I heard he helped you with a copying issue last week.”

Your jaw dropped.

Alexi’s eyes narrowed.

Michael’s lips turned thin. “No need to ruin the mood, Mr. York. We get your point.” Michael said through clenched teeth. “We’ll leave.” He grabbed Alexis’ wrist and pulled her with him as they stomped through the crowd.

You looked up at Dave who kept his eyes at the couple until they were gone. He turned to you and placed his hands on both your arms. “Are you okay?” He asked concerned, as if you had been hit by a truck, which it felt like considering the scene that just unfolded right in front of you. His thumb lightly caressed your skin and you felt your knees tremble slightly.

“I’m just…” You stumbled at a loss for words. The mixture of alcohol, his presence and caress made your head swim. “What did she say?”

He gave you a half smirk and let his hands fall to his side. “Doesn’t matter, it was rude and she got what she deserved.” He looked around the room, noticing the crowds were wandering towards the tables. “Let’s find some seats.” He took your hand in his and led you through the room.

Dave held your chair and assisted you in sitting down. Once seated he sat down in the chair next to you, sliding the chair a little closer to yours. You could feel the warmth emit through his clothes and you swallowed thickly. Inhaling once again his musky scent and exhaled slowly. Fuck he smelled good.

You quickly reached for your champagne glass and downed the whole drink. You didn’t remember the last time you had drunk alcohol and realised it was probably a mistake to even drink it, as the liquor had a pretty fast effect on your body, especially considering you had only eaten breakfast that day.

Your eyes roamed the faces of the table, but you realised there was no point to it, as you didn’t recognise any of them. You hadn’t even seen their faces before, let alone even heard their names. You kept your hands twiddling in your lap as you kept looking down on the big round plate with nothing on top. You could feel a slight growl in your stomach and darted your gaze around to make sure no one heard it.

It would be hard of course, as everyone around you were too busy chatting with each other. Some were talking about finances, others about their families and Dave –

“Well yes, unfortunately my wife is out of town this weekend, but luckily I was accompanied by this lovely lady.” You felt a hand gently wrap around one of your twiddling hands, his fingers brushing against your thigh as he grabbed it. You inhaled sharply as your eyes locked with his. “Y/N, I would like to introduce you to the director of public affairs; Caleb Wallace.”

You put on your warmest smile and reached your hand over to him. He gladly shook it with a firm grip. “Pleasure to meet you, Y/N. Dave told me you’re working as his secretary and that he is very satisfied with your work.”

Your eyes jumped to Dave who seemed to hold by that statement. You weren’t sure if he was lying or not, but you decided to take it. If he had said it, then he probably meant it.

“Well, I wish he had told me those words as well.” You chuckled jokingly.

Caleb laughed with you, finally letting go of your hand. “Why yes, isn’t that always the struggle. Praise is often heard by the ones it’s not directed at.”

You leaned back and saw the stern underlying face on Dave. You gulped as his eyes barely narrowed onto you and you felt your heart drop. You realised your mistake already and cursed yourself for drinking the champagne.

He turned his head to Caleb with a grin, joining in on the joke, but you knew he was upset with what you had said. “Well, I am sure she will see the value of her hard work once we go over the yearly results and the bonus she might get.”

You turned away from the men and chewed on your inner cheek as you stared back at the plate in front of you. Your heart skipped a beat when a man suddenly leaned on your left and poured champagne into your empty glass. You were about to protest when you felt a squeeze on your hand. You looked down and found Dave was still holding it.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea I have any more.” You mumbled as the waiter continued to pour drinks for the rest of the table.

Dave leaned closer to you. “You don’t have to drink it, but it’s nice to have an option, isn’t it? I also heard it pairs good with the meal we’re soon to be served.” He winked and leaned back before turning back to Caleb.

You stared at the bubbly glass and agreed, it was nice to have an option. And you believed if you were to survive this evening, you needed some liquor courage. Out of habit, you reached for the glass and took a sip as you felt the anxiety linger as some eyes continued to glance at you from around.

The meal was served; slow cooked brisket with wine and mushroom sauce, served with side of homemade creamy mashed potatoes, along with a slightly buttered and grilled zucchini and squash vegetables.

Your mouth watered instantly the smell hit your nose and you dampened your lips in anticipation. You picked up your fork and knife and begun to eat. The room almost fell silent as everyone ate their served meal. The taste was better than you imagined and your stomach were silently thanking you for finally eating something.

As you ate, the older woman sitting next to you on your left had begun a light conversation with you. When you told her you were a secretary, she had really shown interest, as she said it was how she had first begun working for the CIA.

“Never let men walk all over you, you hear me?” She had begun sternly. “If anyone tries anything funny, if they even step a toe over your personal line, you make sure to tell them.”

You knew her words were meant as good, but you couldn’t help but notice a slight tinge of toxicity in her tone. She must have gone through quite a bit of struggle to give such a warning to you, but you knew this yourself, considering the struggle you went through on your third full-time job. You had made sure to clap back at him when you saw him go from annoying you to the newest girl at work.

You finished your meal and alternated from having a conversation with Caleb and Dave, to the older woman next to you, Rosa Shell.

As you were turned to Rosa, you felt something bump into your knee. You looked down underneath the tablecloth and saw Dave had widened his legs apart as he was speaking with Caleb. The movement took you by surprise and you couldn’t help but notice the slight bulge growing in his trousers. You darted your eyes up to the flower bouquet adorning the middle of the table and shallowly breathed through your lips.

“Is everything alright, my dear?” Rosa asked and took your hand.

You cleared your throat before turning back to her. “Yes, just… it’s a bit warm in here.” You lied. Although it wasn’t a complete lie, the mix of alcohol and Dave’s innocent touch had made your ears burn.

Rosa nodded in agreement. “It sure is. Why don’t we, after dessert, step outside for some air.”

“Dessert?”

And as you said those words, a plate adorned with a chocolate souffle was placed in front of you. You blinked down at it, not being prepared for a dessert to be served. You shifted in your chair and glanced over at Dave who seemed preoccupied talking with Caleb and another man next to him again.

You were about to take a bite of your souffle, when you felt a hand rest on the middle of your thigh. Your eyes widened and you looked down, seeing it was Dave’s hand. You breathed as slowly and controllably as you could, trying not to let it get to you.

You took your first bite as you chose to ignore the heat enveloping between your legs. The chocolate melted on your tongue and you felt your body relax a little, until you felt a light squeeze on your flesh. You turned your head slowly and met a pair of dark brown eyes. You held your own breath as you scanned his face. His fingers were gently rubbing into your skin and you felt your panties getting wet already.

There was a smirk hiding on his lips as he leaned closer to you. “You seem a bit flustered, Y/N.” He whispered. “Could it be because you haven’t had any relief all day?”

You titled back and looked at him with wide and confused eyes. How did he know? And how can this man have such an effect on you? He’s just resting his hand on your thigh.

He let out a scoff. “You don’t think I noticed your dilated pupils, trembling breath and rubbing thighs in the car?”

You swallowed thickly as a blush crept up your cheeks. You felt your whole body heating up as his fingers reached between the slit on your dress and to the inside of your thigh. You inhaled sharply at the touch of his fingers against your skin.

“Mr. York…”

“Dave.” He reminded you with a dark gaze.

“Dave…” You corrected yourself. “I don’t think…” His fingers slowly slid up your thigh along your ever heating flesh.

“Think what?”

Your jaw trembled. “I don’t think this is appropriate.” You squeezed out, trying to hold your composure.

At the apex of your thigh, he dug his fingers into your skin. “But rubbing your thighs together and spreading that sweet aroma of yours in my car is?”

You let out a shuddered breath and wrapped your left hand around his wrist. You wanted to push him away, but your body was already betraying you and you let him close the gap to your aching mound.

His fingers brushed against the fibres of your panties and a dark grin grew on his lips. You saw he felt it and your ears burned red. He tilted his head in a mocking way as his fingers pressed against your clit. Your lips parted at his touch and your fingers dug into his skin.

“Don’t.” You whispered, begged.

His fingers circled your clit slowly. “Don’t what?” He asked, as if he had no idea what you were talking about.

Before you could reply, his fingers slid between the folds of your clothed mound, feeling your juices seep through the fibres. Your right hand snapped to his thigh and you held your breath as he teased you.

Your jaw trembled as you tried to speak up.

“Don’t what, Y/N? We need to communicate in order to understand each other.”

Oh, he was enjoying this. You could see the mocking glee spread across his face as he continued to massage your nub.

You took a deep shuddering breath, ready to tell him to retrieve his hand from your dripping cunt and leave you be, but…

“Don’t stop.”

Fuck…………………………………

He seemed just as surprised as you were. His lips parted in disbelief as he scanned your face.

You tried to speak up again, to say that’s not what you meant, but it was what you meant. God, you had been thinking about having this man fuck you for weeks and now he had his fingers rubbing your soaked panties in the middle of a gala dinner, surrounded by high ranking people you would probably never see again.

He hooked your panties to the side and as soon as his warm fingers slid between your folds, you squeezed your hand on his thigh. He pushed two fingers into your mound, massaging your walls and your eyelids fell heavy.

He leaned close to your ear. “Keep your composer.” He ordered and rubbed your clit with the heel of his palm.

You clenched your jaw as he pumped his fingers in and out of you. You let go of his wrist and forcefully placed your hand on top of the table, trying hard to not moan as you felt your walls tighten around him. You bit your lower lip and stared at the flowers in front of you.

You couldn’t believe Dave York was fingering you in public like this. Not only could it expose you, but it could get you both fired. It could easily ruin both of your lives, but here he sat; fingers deep and eyes fixated at the restraint on your face.

He felt your legs quiver and knew you were at the verge of coming. A smirk grew on his lips as he rubbed your clit faster, pressing harder into you.

Your fingers grasped at the table as you clenched around his fingers. Your abdomen tightened and you almost choked on your breath as you forced yourself to not cry out in pleasure. Your whole body were set on fire and you coughed in order to get something out of you. You tilted your head back as you inhaled deeply with lips parted wide. You breathed out shuddering and swallowed thickly. You lowered your head, terrified of meeting anyone’s eyes.

Dave retrieved his hand and you both saw his fingers shimmer in the low glow from the chandeliers. He admired it for a moment before leading it up to his mouth and cleaned them with his mouth, sounding a low hum from his chest.

Rosa turned to you and placed a hand on your shoulder. “My dear, are you alright? You’re at the brim of sweating.” She asked with a worried look.

You kept your head low as you stared at the souffle on your plate. You were still on your high wave and had no way of speaking.

Dave placed his hand on your forehead and your eyes widened as you smelled the lingering aroma of your juices from his fingers. “Hmm, you’re very warm, Y/N. Perhaps I should take you home.”

You nod. It’s all you can do. He gets up from his chair and assist you in standing up. You leaned onto him as your legs still felt like jelly.

Fuck, it had been a long time since you had come that hard. It was almost embarrassing how quickly he made you come as well. You barely remembered the last time you even got laid. The thoughts made you squirm inwards. You just begged no one else could smell your pussy as you made your way out to the car.

~~~

You opened your clutch bag and fiddled around to get out your keys. You felt Dave’s eyes burn into the back of your neck. You pulled out your keys and froze, feeling flustered at what had happened during the dinner. A tinge of irritation and embarrassment washed over you as you thought back on you coming by the table.

You whipped around and gave him a stern look. It was time you told him you shouldn’t have done it and you expected him to never do such a thing again.

“That was not okay.” You barked out, trying hard to be upset about the situation. Deep down you knew you enjoyed it, having him play with you like that. “Do you have any idea how embarrassing that was?”

He stuffed his hands in his pockets and cocked his head to the side. “It didn’t sound like it when you told me to not stop.” He began casually. “It didn’t feel like it when you were already soaked before I could reach that aching cunt of yours.” He took a step closer to you, making you press your back against the cold door. “It didn’t look like it when your whole body shuddered at the orgasm I gave you.” He raised his hand to your cheek and gently stroked it. “It didn’t smell like it when that sweet honey of yours seeped between your thighs and it most certainly didn’t taste like it when I enjoyed the hint of you on my fingers.”

His words had you panting as he held your chin in a tight grip. You were dripping once again and you were about to press your legs together, when his knee was placed between your thighs. Your lips parted in surprise as you met his eyes.

“Aroused?” He asked in a fruity and teasing tone. You swallowed thickly as you breathed between your parted lips. He glanced down at your legs pressing against his knee. He shook his head with a smirk before his eyes snapped to yours. He scanned your face with a stern look. “I want you to unlock that door of yours and then I’ll give you a choice.” He loosened his grip on your chin and peeked at your plump lips. He swiped his thumb across your lower lip. “Either you tell me good night and I will leave without question. We will pretend as if this evening never happened and you will continue to work as my secretary. Or…”

You had already decided that the first option was the best. You had to set down your foot and leave this night behind you.

He dipped his head down and brushed his lips against yours before tilting back again, looking at you. Your head moved forward, wanting to kiss him before you forced yourself back. The movement made him smirk. “You let me in and I will make you come twice more.” He whispered.

You felt like someone had smacked you across the face as his words hit your eardrums. Did he just…? Your mound screamed at you to just fuck this man right there. You gaped at him in disbelief.

He let go of your chin and took a step back, giving you room to think and to breathe. Your legs immediately clapped and you pressed them together, feeling embarrassment wash over you at how turned on you were. You were glad you had the door to lean on as you felt your knees already struggling. But no, you couldn’t let this man do this to you. You had to say no. You had to.

He stood unbothered in front of you with hands in his pockets. He kept his eyes on your face, trying to see what was going on inside.

You gulped and turned around, keys in hand and guided the key to the lock with a shaky hand. You struggled to get it in and it didn’t take long until his hand wrapped around yours and helped you steady your trembling. The heat of his body seeped through your coat as he leaned into you. You heard him inhale your scent deeply and you couldn’t help but exhale unsteadily.

You managed to turn the key yourself and open the door. You stepped across the threshold and turned around to find him standing still. He was looking at you patiently, waiting for you to make your choice.

Good night. Good night. Good night. Good night. You chanted it like a mantra inside your head as you held his gaze. You’re not welcome in. You’re not welcome in. You’re not welcome in.

You’re not wel- “Come in.”

Oh, for fucks sake…………………………………

He dampened his lips as he dragged his fingers through his hair. He sauntered past you and into your entry hall. You shook your head at yourself. I need more self-control, what is wrong with me.

You closed the door and turned to him. He was standing sideways, looking up and down your body. The stare made your skin heat up immediately and a blush crept to your cheeks. It was already too late. Your body had spoken. Your mouth had spoken. Every part of you yearned for this one man who were now standing in your hallway, scrutinising every inch of your delicate frame.

You licked your lips and caught your lower lip with your teeth. You didn’t know where this was going. Perhaps he had said it as a joke? To test you. Oh god, what if you had failed. You were about to open your mouth, when he took three long strides towards you and pressed you against the front door. The lion had you cornered and your body cried for more.

You inhaled sharply as his hands roamed down your waist and he placed fervent kisses on your neck and along your jaw. He caught your lips and begun a slow dance with your tongue. His hands slid up your body and squeezed around your breasts. You moaned into his mouth and he kneaded the flesh, surely to leave bruises the next morning. You wrapped your arms around his neck and felt your pussy drip with excitement.

He grabbed your wrists and placed them above your head against the door. He ended the kiss, hungry and determined eyes met your aching ones. “Keep them there.” He ordered and trailed kisses along your jaw and down your throat.

You gasped for air as he slowly went down to his knees. You looked with wide eyes down at him. He tilted his head back and met your gaze. His eyes were dark with desire as he grabbed the hems of your slit in your dress. You breathed faster as he fisted the silk between his fingers.

A loud rip sounded through the house as he tore the dress apart. You let out a cry of surprise as he smirked up at you. The slit, once ended at your thigh, was now open all the way to your navel.

“Legs apart.” He growled, already smelling your arousal. You did as you were told and he bent forward, biting your inner thigh. Your arms flew down to his hair in plea. He lifted his hand and gave your cunt a slap, eliciting a yelp of surprise and pleasure. “I instructed you to keep your arms above your head.” He reminded you and you heaved for air as you rose them above your head again.

He kissed and nibbled at your flesh as he moved closer and closer to the apex of your thigh. You were fighting against moving your arms as he closed in on your aching mound.

He hooked the sides of your panties and pulled them down slowly. He inhaled deeply as the smell of your honey reached his nostrils and he let out a shuddering breath. You kept looking down on him, seeing how he admired the sight in front of him. He tilted his head slightly back and caught your eyes. He held it as he moved closer and you could feel his hot breath on your skin.

He drew the flat of his tongue between your petals and growled as he tasted you on his tongue. Your eyes fluttered shut as he circled your clit with his tongue. He rose his hand and pushed two fingers into your dripping cavern. You moaned out as he massaged your inner walls.

Your arms lowered down and you wrapped one hand around the door handle for support and one hand grabbed your breast, kneading the flesh to soothe the sexual frustration building within you. He pressed his fingers deeper into you and it made you buck your hips forward. He jerked out of you and snapped his head back. Before you could look down on him, you felt a sting on your pussy and a cry of pleasure left your trembling lips.

“Stand still.” He snarled. You looked down at him through heavy eyelids and nodded apologetically. No one had treated you like this; dominating your movement. Your body loved every part of it.

His expression softened and he dove straight between your legs again. He lifted up your leg and placed it over his shoulder. With three fingers in and the flat of his tongue pressing on your clit, you felt your knees starting to shake and your walls clench.

He sucked and circled your clit as he curled his fingers in, massaging your g-spot. A shock shot through your body and you gasped for air as your stomach clenched. “Dave…” You rasped when you tripped over the edge. Your body lit up and delicious sparks flew through your veins as you came undone. Both your hands grasped at his hair and he growled as he lapped up every drop dripping out of your pussy.

He rose to his feet and crashed onto your lips immediately. You could taste yourself on his tongue as it made you groan. Your fingers entangled into the back of his hair and you lightly tugged at it as you felt his erection against your abdomen.

He broke the kiss and placed wet kisses on your neck, sucking gently on your pulse. “Are you protected?” He murmured against your skin as he worked the clasp on his belt.

You cursed at yourself. You had stopped taking pills about a year ago, finding it a waste of money as you didn’t have a boyfriend. “N-no.” You stuttered.

He reached into his inner suit jacket pocket. He pulled out a thin foil packet and gave you a wink. “I had an intuition.” He smirked proudly. He pulled the jacket off and threw it to the side, letting it land on the hallway bench.

He unzipped his trousers and pulled out his throbbing cock. You gaped down at the sight of it, seeing the precum on his head glisten in the light. He held up the packet by your mouth and looked at your lips. “Bite.” He ordered with a breathy voice.

You bit down on the corner of the pack and he pulled it to the side, making a tear. He pulled the condom out and rolled it onto himself. He pulled your leg up and placed himself by your opening. He kissed you hard as he slowly pushed himself inside you. Your walls moulded to his entry as he pushed all the way in, kissing your cervix.

You both moaned heavily as you were connected, revelling on the incredible feeling. He pressed his forehead against yours and sighed heavily. “Fuck, you’re tight.” He rasped.

You let go of his hair and wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him closer to you. He grabbed the hem of your dress and pushed it to the side. His hand slid around your other thigh and he pulled you up. You immediately wrapped your legs around his hips and he pressed you harder against the door, his cock going deeper into you. You snapped your head back against the door and let out a cry of pleasure.

He pushed out of you before slamming in again, forcing the air out of your lungs. His hips moved back and forth in a passionate pace. Your walls sucked him in every time he pulled out and pushed him out whenever he slammed in. You felt his cock throb inside your cunt as he continued to fuck you to oblivion.

You dipped your head forward and left fervent kisses on his neck and jawline. He moved his head back and caught your lips, kissing you hard as he felt your walls clench around him. “I need you to come for me.” He gasped between kisses. “Come for me.”

You broke away from the kiss and pressed you head against his shoulder as he thrusted harder into you. You knew if anyone walked past your home, they would hear the door slam in its hinges and the lock rattle. You loved how he wasn’t careful with you, that he didn’t think you were a porcelain doll easily broken. It made your head swim.

Your abdomen tightened and your toes curled as a heat exploded within you. Your fingers dug into his back as he fucked you through your orgasm. You gasped for air as he trusted once more inside you and stilled deep within. He grunted out as he came undone and his fingers dug into your thighs, leaving more marks on your skin. You both shuddered and heaved for air as he rested his forehead on your shoulder.

He carefully let you down to your feet and you immediately reached for the doorhandle to lean on. You felt your knees shake and you struggled to stand up. He admired the hopeless sight of you and helped you sit down on the small hallway bench.

Your eyes fluttered open and you saw him take the condom off. He tied a knot on it and put it in his trouser pocket. He tucked himself back in, zipped up and buckled his belt. As he turned to you with a cocky smirk, he dragged his fingers through his hair and readjusted his tie.

He took a step closer to you and caught your chin between his thumb and index finger. He leaned down and tenderly kissed you. You felt the high of your orgasm calm down and you could focus in on his face. He straightened up and picked up his suit jacket, swung it around and slid his arms in. “I’ll repay you for the dress.” He said apologetically and bent forward to caress your cheek. “I’m looking forward to see you on Monday.” He kissed your forehead before he walked over to the door. He placed his hand on the handle and looked over his shoulder. “Preferably without underwear.” He opened the door and stepped outside. He gave you a last look, savouring the beautiful sight and closed the door behind him.

You sat still on the bench, feeling your legs still trembling and your pussy sore. You still couldn’t believe you just got fucked by Dave York.

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[blkgirlcafe]

Professor Nasty Pt. 2

Professor! Florian Munteanu x Black! Reader

Warning: Rough sex, unprotected sex, cheating, undefined age gap, dirty talking, slight degrading.

I keep my description of the reader pretty vague, make her how you want, but she black fosho. I am trying to get better at writing from a Y/N perspective, so any constructive criticism is welcomed.

Thank you @dersha89​ for the inspiration.  Thank you love!

The Chinese food they ended up ordering was just being pushed around her plate. 

“What's wrong, you've been so quiet since you got here. Did he fail your paper again, dude can be so hard.” Fynn shoved fried rice into his mouth, bits dropping everywhere. 

“Just tired.” 

Fynn rolled his eyes, “Then go to bed.” 

Y/N stood, taking her plate and shoving it in the fridge. 

“I’m going home, you can play your game without being worried about me.” 

Part of Y/N knew she was taking her bad attitude out of Fynn not that he deserved it, she had literally cheated on him hours ago and now she was being bitchy. 

“Fine, maybe we can link when you fix your attitude, I didn't do anything to you.” 

Y/N didn't even stay to hear the rest, just grabbed her stuff to head back to her apartment, where she should have gone in the first place. 

Thank god her two roommates were out, she closed and locked the door to her room, not wanting to be disturbed. Y/N turned on her soft music playlist and tried to get some studying done, but nothing was clicking. She kept thinking about Mr. Munteanu and what had happened. She opened the text thread a few times, reading the message, trying to decipher things that weren't there. His message was clear and concise, he wanted to see her again. And Y/N wanted to see him too. 

So she texted him back. 

Where am I headed?

“Hello trick, you off in LaLa Land?” Chris waved her hand in front of Y/N’s face. 

Y/N snapped out her daydream, today was Friday and she was absolutely frazzled by what could happen tonight. He had sent her an address, one not far from the school, and told her to dress sexy. 

“No, just tired.” 

“If I hear that shit one more time, I swear.” Chris grabbed a fry from Y/N’s uneaten plate. 

“Well I am, what you want me to say.” 

“The truth, first you fight with Fynn for no damm reason, you been MIA all fucking week, and I finally track you down and you barely can string a sentence together. I’m not stupid.”

“You sure, cause you went back to Jason 4 times.” Y/N snapped. 

“Ohh that was low, you def hiding something chick. Let me find out.” Chris was staring her down and it made Y/N squirm. 

“Look I am sorry, that was low, my bad. But I am stressed, school, being away from family, being one of the few black women at this school, not being able to find decent hair products. I could go on.” 

Y/N could tell that Chris was not buying it at all. They had been friends since freshman year and they could read each other. 

“Imma let you slide, but when you are ready to tell me the truth, just know I am here. And Fynn getting on my fucking nerves, he keeps asking me whats wrong with you and how he can make it better.”

That made Y/N feel even worst, Fynn was trying his hardest to be a good guy and here she was out here being scum. 

“I’ll make it up to him.” 

“Hopefully with this that you ask me to bring.” 

Chris put a bag on the table, and Y/N smiled on the inside. Chris was the queen of dressing fly and sexy. She made anything look good. Whenever Y/N need an outfit she shopped Chris closet. 

Y/N had asked Chris to bring her dress and she had delivered. Y/N pulled the dress out, giving it a look. A blue mini dress that sparkled, it left very little to the imagination. This was a no bra type of dress, the straps super thin. 

“Damm this is dope, thank you.”

“No problem and I dont need it back, what is it for?”

“Going to surprise Fynn.” Y/N lied. 

“Pair it with those clear pumps you have and girl you will be looking irresistible. Promise. Look I gotta go, hit me up and let me know how it goes.” 

Chris stole a few more fries before blowing Y/N a kiss and leaving her to sit and wonder if she was making a good choice. 

Y/N checked herself one more time before she went downstairs to wait for her cab. The blue mini dress looked perfect against her brown skin. The twist out that she did had came out perfect, light makeup, a gold necklace with her initial sat center on her chest. Another coat of lipgloss and finally a spray of Rogue by Ms. Fenty and she was ready to go. 

And of course Chris was right about the clear pumps, they went perfectly with the dress. She looked great, Y/N snapped a quick picture before grabbing her clutch and heading out. Trying to sneak past her roommates was not an option, they whistled as she walked past, paying her compliments and saying how lucky Fynn was. 

If only they knew that Fynn wasn't the lucky one. 

The whole ride to his condo was nerve wracking, Y/N alternated between bouncing her leg and checking her phone obsessively. Part of her hoped he would cancel, and she could go see Fynn and make it up to him. 

The cab dropped her off in front of a high rise, she didn't know the going rate for a professor but she didn't think it was this. The place was nicer than she expected with a doorman outside. 

Stepping into the elevator Y/N knew there was no turning back, she was here and her panties were already damp and the possibility of fucking Mr. Munteanu again. The quickie they had on the desk was just a taste, a teaser of what it was like to be with a man. 

“You look gorgeous Miss Y/F/N” 

Y/N shyly looked down as Mr. Munteanu looked her over, he sucked his bottom lip in as he traced the hem of the short dress. 

“Thank you Sir.”

“Here, you can call me Flo or Daddy sweetie, come in.” 

The door closed behind her and suddenly she was pushed against the wall. Florian grabbed Y/N neck, making her look up at him. He kissed her, soft at first before aggressively overpowering her. Y/N hands landed on his chest, the feeling of the hard muscle of her hands. Y/N gasped when he pulled away, her chest heaved as she gulped down air. 

“This is going to be fun Miss Y/F/N.” 

“If I can call you Daddy, I'm sure you can find something better to call me.” she smirked. 

“Is that right babygirl, don’t worry I have all night to come up with names to call you.” Florian dragged Y/N to the couch, pushing her over the arm. 

Y/N ass was in the air, the dress which was already short, pushed up. Florian parted her legs, standing between them as he ran a finger up and down the wet crotch of her panties. 

“Guess I should call you slut for being wet already, I’ve barely touched you.”

“I’ve been thinking of you all week.” her voice was weak. 

“Good.” was all he said as he pulled her panties down. Florian kneeled between her legs, the first bite surprising her. Y/N squirmed and Florian gave her ass a light smack. 

“Let Daddy take care of you.” 

Y/N moaned as Florian bit and sucked her thighs, slowly working his way up to her dripping wet pussy. 

“I like to take my time baby, what's the point if I can't slowly devour you.” 

“Please…” 

Y/N was not used to this, Fynn was only her 4th sexual partner. Foreplay usually lasted a few minutes if she was lucky.

The first kiss to her wet core sent shivers up her spine. The professor slowly made out with her pussy, the sloppy kissing turned into his tongue slowly licking her from top to bottom. His pace was so slow and torturous that Y/N’s hips tried to follow his movement. He repeated the same move and his teasing was too much for her to take. 

“Please Daddy, more.”

Y/N pleas feel on deaf ears, he was enjoying this too much. Y/N gasped when he sucked her clit into his mouth, the small bundle of nerves suddenly over simulated. Y/N never felt a pleasure like this, he was being a teacher in more than one way. 

His lips released her clit, his wide tongue driving into her wet slit. Quickly diving in and out, Y/N rocked on his face. Y/N fist balled as her legs shook, Florian was being merciless, eating her with a passion that she never felt. Y/N was just paralyzed with pleasure, the way he changed pace from slow to fast, back to slow. The way he sucked her clit then tongue fucked her. He was a man that knew what he was doing, a skilled man. 

“Oh my God!!” moaned Y/N, the way the orgasm took over her whole body, she felt it rushing through her veins. 

Florian stood, his jeans grinding against her wet and sensitive pussy. 

He leaned down, kissed her neck before whispering,“ Do you want to know what I'm going to do to you all night?” Right in her ear. 

Y/N was still breathless from the mind shattering orgasm, that she couldn't speak, she just shook her head. Florian grabbed her hair, so that she was facing him. 

“I’m going to fuck you like a man should, you will never want a boy again when I am finished with you.” 

With one hand still tangled in her hair, something she would never let Fynn do, Y/N heard the sound of his jeans being undone. Her body still recovering from the tongue lashing that he gave her didn't have time to prepare for him or his thick dick. 

“Fuck!” they both said. Y/N from the way he stretched her out, and Florian from the way her walls wrapped around him. 

Florian released her hair, putting his hands on either side of her, slowly feeding her inch by inch, wanting to savor the feeling of her walls hugging him. Y/N didn't want that, she wanted all of him and now. 

“Please go deeper Daddy, I need it.” she begged, her nails dug into his arm. Y/N pushed back, wanting all of his thick length to be inside of her. 

Florian moaned, he promised himself he would take his time, but he couldn't hold back. He snapped his hips into hers, burying every last inch into her. Gone was the slow tender strokes, he pounded into her. 

“Give me a kiss baby girl.” 

Y/N turned her face to kiss him, but couldn't focus because of how he was fucking her. Soft kisses barely made it to his lips until he stopped moving. Florian grabbed her jaw and kissed her, tongues battling it out, he grinded his hips into her, watching her melt. Florian finally pulled away, resting his forehead on her back. 

Y/N felt surrounded by him, his powerful arms on either side of her, digging into the material of the couch. His chest against her back, she couldn't move if she wanted to, she was trapped and happy about it. 

Pain mixed with pleasure as his strokes sped up, both chasing their own orgasm. Y/N clung to him as her legs trembled and she let out a loud moan. 

Florian kept fucking her through the orgasm, he never experienced this with any other woman, wanting to completely consume her in each way possible. 

“Fuck, Im cumming baby.” 

His body went riding on top of her, as he released a flood inside of her. Y/N wasn't sure she would move if she wanted to, she felt drained of energy and completely happy. 

When Florian finally moved off of her, pulling up his boxers before sitting on the couch, Y/N stood on unsteady legs. Y/N looked around for her panties and bag. She fixed her dress, she could feel his seed dripping out of her. She had turned around to pick up her panties when she felt his presence behind her. 

She stood, panties in hand. 

He moved her hair out the way, softly kissing her neck, “You don't need them, I am nowhere near done with you.”

#Florian #florian munteanu smut #florian x reader #florian x black!reader #creed #smuttywriter

[petersasteria]

The Forces of Nature || Ch.6

Pairing: Peter Parker x Superhero!Reader

Summary: “There’s this kid out there that can control the wind or something. I think she’s a great addition to the team. Let’s recruit her.”

SERIES MASTERLIST  ||  PP MASTERLIST

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After creating the list, Peter immediately went to the compound to show the list to the rest of the Avengers. They approved of the list and teased Peter about step 7.

"Oooh, Peter's getting a love life." Scott teased and wiggled his eyebrows. Peter scoffed, but his face was slightly pink from blushing.

"No, I'm not ready for spider-babies. Please graduate college first." Tony said as he pinched the bridge of his nose.

"Anyway, as long as Queens isn't distracted by step 7, he can do it." Steve said as he gave the paper back to Peter. "Go and make us proud."

"Yes and you can't come back here until you've fulfilled step 1. Stop patrolling if necessary. We need all the information we can get: her attitude, her skills, or whatever random thing that can benefit this team." Tony said sternly as he looked Peter.

Peter nodded, "Yes, Mr. Stark. I'll do whatever I can."

For once in his life, Peter Benjamin Parker felt confident. Too confident. Starting today until he has the information he wanted, he'll be observing Y/N Y/L/N and what her deal was. It would be really easy because they have the same school. He was also glad that he could observe her after school. He was everyone's friendly neighborhood Spider-Man, after all

When he was still dating MJ, he was able to pick up her ways of observing people. At that point, he was thankful that they dated and he felt blessed. Peter didn't follow Y/N around, no. He didn't need to. They both have the same classes and they sat next to each other on each one.

"This'll be really easy." Peter whispered to himself when he went to school earlier than Y/N. He went to the classroom of his first class with Y/N and waited for her. Five minutes later, Y/N walked in wearing a simple casual outfit. She was wearing light brown pants that were slim fit and a white long sleeved polo shirt tucked in with the first two buttons unbuttoned. Her hair was up in a ponytail which was loosely curled on the tips of her hair. She had a little beige kerchief around her neck which was tied the side-tie western way. She had her classic white Keds on and that necklace she always seems to wear in whatever outfit she's wearing. Her bag was a simple white tote bag with only a few things in it. She looked cute.

"Hi, Peter." She greeted with a smile as she sat down next to Peter.

"Hi. Nice outfit." Peter complimented. She looked down at her outfit and looked at Peter shyly, "Thanks. I didn't really feel like dressing up today so, I went for a simple and cute look."

"It suits you." Peter smiled at her and winked. She blushed and turned away with a smile. Peter brought out his notebook and pen as he started observing her. He grabbed a book and started "reading".

At one point, Flash went up to Y/N to ask for some help which she gladly did. Peter thought she was only doing it so that Flash wouldn't bully her or she was only doing it because she had to and not because she wanted to.

'She'd probably roll her eyes when Flash leaves.' Peter thought to himself as he kept "reading".

To his surprise, Y/N didn't roll her eyes nor complain. In fact, she still had a smile on her face. It was as if she was glad to help Flash Thompson. Peter didn't get it at all. However, he wrote it down on his notebook to keep track.

Throughout the rest of the day, Peter noticed a lot about her. Maybe he was the only one to know or maybe others knew too, but Y/N seemed to not have any bad bones in her body. She was perfect. Too perfect and that scared Peter.

"How's Code O doing?" Ned whispered to Peter after the last class. Peter looked at him confused, "Code O?"

"Yeah! Code O."

"What the hell is Code O?"

"The 'O' stands for 'observation'; code observation = code o." Ned shrugged. "How's it going?"

"I got some of it written down. I'll have to do more, though." Peter said. "I'll try to observe her as Spider-Man so that it wouldn't be suspicious." He added quietly.

"That's a great idea, Peter!" Ned said loudly.

"What's a great idea?" MJ asked out of nowhere causing Ned and Peter to jump slightly.

"Don't do that!" Ned clutched his chest and slightly glared at her.

"But I love it." MJ laughed. "Anyway, Y/N here has something to say." She looked at Y/N and gently nudged her with her elbow. Y/N cleared her throat and looked at the boys with a smile on her face, "My birthday's coming up and Eunice told me to invite my friends. I, uh, I don't really have that much friends. I actually only have MJ, but she said that I could invite both of you. If you guys could come, that'd be really really awesome."

"Give us a time and place and we'll be there." Ned grinned. "How old will you be?"

"18." Y/N said. "I have to go now. I'll see you guys tomorrow and I'll tell more details of my birthday celebration. Bye!" They all waved her goodbye and Y/N walked away.

Peter closed his locker and said, "I have to go too. Bye guys!" He didn't give Ned and MJ the time to say goodbye because he was already running towards the exit hoping to get a glimpse of Y/N.

One thing Peter noticed after that night at Y/N's house was that he lived near her. He didn't notice it on the train and on the way there because he was busy talking to her and taking a peek at the book she was reading.

Thankfully, he was able to catch up with her and they got on the same train going home. Y/N didn't notice him, of course. Her nose was stuck in a book again and Peter was glad that it occupied her. It gave him time to really observe her. There was not much to know about her while she was reading.

When they got off the train, Peter walked a few feet behind her. It was a little far but near enough to still see her. Peter quickly turned to the alley he always changes at and began to change in his Spider-Man suit. He webbed up his backpack somewhere and quickly walked back out to the street. Y/N wasn't that far because she stopped to buy some fruits from the little shop nearby.

He quickly swung there and to make a nice entrance, he hung upside down on her left. He signaled the owner to be quiet and they did. Y/N was too busy picking out oranges and apples to see that a local, friendly neighborhood hero was hanging upside down next to her.

"I love apples." Peter said, startling Y/N. She jumped slightly and she turned to her left and smiled, "Hey, I know you!"

"Y-You do??" Peter was nervous. He was pale under the mask. 'Holy fucking shitballs. She knows who I am! She knows my identity!' was all he could think about.

"Yeah, silly! You're on the news." Y/N giggled. "Spider-Man!"

"Oh, yeah!" Peter chuckled in relief. "Yup, that's me! Your friendly neighborhood Spider-Man!"

"Yeah." Y/N nodded with a smile. "So, to what do I owe the pleasure, Spidey?"

"Oh, nothing. It's just that I always pass by here and I haven't seen you before. Did you just move here?" He asked.

Y/N shrugged, "Kind of? I moved here during summer. I'm in my last year of high school at Midtown."

"Midtown, huh? You must be a genius." Peter landed next to her perfectly and crossed his arms.

"Oh, no!" Y/N laughed and shook her head. "I'm not- I'm not a genius. Peter Parker is the genius, not me."

"Peter Parker?" He didn't know you thought of him that way.

"Yup! He's this really cute guy who's, like, super smart. He messes with me all the time, though. But that's okay. I forgive him every time."

"Why? Surely, he doesn't deserve that." Peter said.

"I know, but life's too short to hold grudges and not forgive. I love to give people chances." Y/N smiled sweetly at him- well, Spider-Man. "I admire you, Spidey."

"Aww, thank you!"

Y/N paid for her fruits and gave one apple for Spider-Man, "Here's one for you because you mentioned that you love apples. Think of it as a 'thank you' for all the trouble you went through just to keep everyone safe. Oh and don't listen to the Daily Bugle; you're not a menace."

Peter toyed with the apple for a bit and thanked her. Genuinely thanked her.

"I have to go now. Hopefully, I can see you around again." Y/N smiled and left. Peter stared at her as she walked away, kind of forgetting that the owner of the shop was still there.

"Don't let a girl like that walk away." The owner of the shop said. Peter looked at him and read his name tag, 'Stan'. Peter chuckled, "I don't even know if I like her. We just met, Stan."

That was a lie, but it was kind of true. Peter knew her, but Spider-Man didn't. So technically, they did just met.

Stan shrugged, "If you ask me, I think both of you were meant for each other. You look good together."

"U-Um, thanks... I guess. I'll see ya around, Stan!" He shot a web and swung to the rooftop of the shop. He ate the apple before swinging away.

"Hey Karen?"

"Hello, Peter."

"Do you know where Y/N is? You know, the girl I talked to earlier?" Peter asked, in hopes to find her.

"She's at home, Peter. Do you want the address?" Karen asked. Peter said, "No, thanks. She lives near me." He swung to her apartment and saw her bedroom window open. He could see her doing weird gymnastics stuff.

"She's flexible." Peter whispered to himself.

Observing her became Peter's routine. He didn't even notice that a month has already gone by and he already got the information he needed. As promised, he went to the compound after school with his list of observations. As usual, he was late... again.

"Next time, you'll buy donuts for the team when you're late." Tony said as he watched Peter take a seat.

"I'm so sorry, Mr. Stark. It's just-"

"Zip it." Tony said. "Where's the list?" Peter wordlessly passed the paper to Tony and Tony read it.

Occasionally nodding, he finished reading and passed it to Steve who read it with Scott. After that, Sam and Bucky read it. Then Nat and Wanda, Thor and Bruce, and Clint and Rhodey. Peter got the paper back and waited for them to say something.

"What exactly do you mean by 'a follower, not a leader'?" Nat asked with a raised eyebrow.

Peter gulped, "Well, the teacher asked her to be the group leader in one of our classes and she declined. In fact, she said that herself. I just wrote it down." Peter wasn't lying. He could vividly remember it.

"Really?" Wanda said. Peter nodded quickly and told the story.

It was math time and Mr. Jones formed everyone into four groups. Peter was the leader of group one, Cindy was the leader of group two, and Mike was the leader of group three. Mr. Jones smiled at Y/N, "Ms. Y/L/N! Are you in group four?"

Y/N nodded and politely smiled, "Yes, sir."

"Well then, I pick you to your group's leader!" Mr. Jones said.

Y/N visibly frowned and everyone saw that, "Um, excuse me? I'm so sorry, sir. But I have to politely decline your offer. It's nothing personal. It's just that I'm really not interested in being a group leader for anything. I think that I'm better off as a follower and not a leader."

"Oh." Mr. Jones frowned too. Y/N was one of his best students. "Well, I'm kind of upset, but I respect your decision. You could just be the assistant leader."

"I'd be glad to take that position." Y/N chuckled.

"See? She said it herself." Peter said.

"What about the 'doesn't put hands on the ground' thing? That's kind of weird." Scott mentioned as the others agreed.

"I'm not really sure, but when I asked her about it, she kind of froze." Peter trailed off.

"Hey, Y/N!" Peter said during gym class. Y/N turned to him and smiled, "Hello, Peter."

"I just noticed something." Peter said coolly. Y/N motioned for him to continue. "Um, why don't you put your hands on the ground? Like, why? I'm just curious."

Y/N froze and her smile dropped. She immediately hid it, though. She let out an airy nervous chuckle and said, "Oh, that? I, uh, I-I have this thing with, um..."

"With what?" Peter raised an eyebrow.

"With dirt?" Y/N said that sounded more like a question. She grinned and said, "Yes! I-I have this thing with dirt! I don't like dirt. I could only put my hands on the ground if there's a towel or something separating my hands from the ground."

"Oh... okay." Peter eyed her suspiciously, but brushed it off.

"I have a hunch that it has something to do with her powers." Peter said. "My Spidey senses are telling me that."

"Okay, then." Clint said. "These random stuff are so nature related."

"I know right!" Rhodey nodded in agreement. "Maybe our guess is right- maybe she can control all four elements. It's not that far-fetched if you think about it."

"That's true." Steve said. "Well, let's move on to the next step!"

"What's the next step?" Tony asked and looked at Peter.

"Step two is befriending her. I don't know how to do that and how close should we even be?" Peter asked.

"Close enough for you to bring her here and to your apartment." Tony chuckled.

"My apartment?!" Peter shrieked. "Why?!?!"

"That's what friends do, right? They invite them to their home?" Tony asked with furrowed eyebrows. "What was on your mind, Peter?"

Peter blushed and shrugged, "N-Nothing. I just wanted to make sure I heard it right."

"OH MY GOD. HE WAS THINKING OF SEX." Scott gasped and laughed.

"AHH, YES!! MATING SEASON IS UPON US!!" Thor said loudly. "The young spider boy will mate with his lady friend and they shall have spider babies!"

"Thor, no." Tony said sternly. "Trust me. All of us aren't ready for that."

"My apologies." Thor said. "It's mating season in Asgard at the moment. Asgardians make cute babies."

Peter's eyes widened as he looked at everyone now talking about sex.

"I remember my first time." Scott said. Clint nodded along, "Same here. It was awkward."

"I was once a playboy, so yeah. Eat that, bitches." Tony boasted.

"Can we- Can we talk about something else?" Steve asked as he cleared his throat.

"Why? A little shy, Cap?" Sam teased. "When was your first time?"

"I prefer not to answer that." Steve said sternly. Everyone laughed except for Peter.

"Oh my god. What have I gotten myself into?" Peter asked himself.

"Because you love us, silly." Wanda said and chuckled before joining the conversation. Peter smiled to himself as he looked at everyone having a laugh and sharing their first times.

"Yeah." Peter said softly to himself. "I do."

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[tillmays]

Girls night out.

Matty called the team to a special mission. Matty- so girls are you ready for a girls night? Riley and Desi glanced at each other. Bozer- eyy somebody's gonna have fun can we join? Matty- no. Riley- Boys aren't allowed. Desi- I think I'm starting to like this. Matty- this mission it's specifically to help Leanna, yes she is going to be there. They asked for some help so here we are. Tonight Desi, Riley you two are going to a club, Nick Murphy (picture and information pops up in the screen) he is THE GUY, he moves the place and.. Other things. When you get in there I need you to record his conversations, both of you have to make him invite you to his table, introduce you to his friends, etc we need the information, do what you gotta do to get it. Riley- yes boss. Mac- so what about us? Bozer- yeah we aren't going to the club? Matty- no, you go to the van. Mac- well this going to be fun. *he said while playing with some clips* Bozer- this is your idea of fun? Man what's wrong with you. Matty- your job is to help them, you are going to be the eyes and ears where they can't reach. Bozer- oh hell no, my girl it's going to be there and I'm not gonna be with her in the mission?!? Matty- I'm sorry but this is work, not high school. But technically you are going to watch her through the cameras. You're going as backup, if you don't protect my girls you're fired. Mac and Bozer- yes mam. They leave the room and the boys were headed to the lab and Desi was following them. Riley- uh. Desi where are you going? Desi- to go get the clothes. *she said in a sweet calm voice* Riley- they don't have clothes for that, besides I read the info of this Nick, he has a type, let's go to my place, there's got to be something there that fits you. Bozer and Mac saw them go to the other way. Bozer- do you think those two can do it, without making the other one mad. Mac- we have to wait and see. They are in the club. Girls are in and the boys are in the van waiting if something goes wrong. Bozer- man this is some bullshit, we are missing all the fun. Mac- well i really like this, is nice to do something different, and I think I like the idea of not being on the edge of dead and at gunpoint, you know. Bozer- yeah you're right. Inside the club.

Riley was wearing a see through bodysuit with a styled jean patch with a black jacket, black high waist jeans, and a Saint Laurent Lou ankle boots and her hairstyle was her iconic bun with the two little bangs in the side. Desi looked out of her comfort zone, but she was feeling fantastic, this was very different to her, but she liked the outfit that Riley picked up for her, but at the same time she was really nervous. She was wearing a black bralette, a necklace and a jean jacket with black high waisted jeans, just like Riley, and a pair of Saint Laurent 76 Jodhpur ankle boots. Riley straightened Desis hair and did their makeup, but Desi knew that not matter how good she was feeling been out there like that, make her feel something new. The girls were on their way to the bar. Riley saw that Desi was feeling uncomfortable, so she grabbed her hand and pulled her. Riley- come on Desi, be a hoe, I mean can you do that? *Riley raised her eyebrows saying sarcastically to make her feel calmer. Desi smiled at her and walked to the bar holding hands. Riley got the drinks, and they were at this table in front of the dance floor. Nick arrived to the club, they saw him in the entrance, they needed to him to notice them. Riley- So Chiara I need you to relax, today is our day! We needed this. * She was acting because there were a lot of people standing to close to them, and they couldn't be sitting there just looking around, it would have looked weird, and they couldn't use their real names.- come on let's go dance. *Desi stood still* Riley- what's up? You don't want to go? Desi: yeah yeah.. But shouldn't we wait for..Jaz? *she was trying to remember the undercover name of Leanna* Riley- she said she will call, so? Are you coming? Desi: yes .. I need a drink first, that's all. Desi wasn't sure what they were doing there, and nick was already on the dance floor if they didn't hurry up, he could go after other girls. Riley was getting tired of the attitude of Desi, but she understood why she was feeling like that but this was not the perfect time to talk, so Riley had to get tough to make Desi react. Riley got closer to her and said: hey! We are just going to dance, I'm not asking you to be my friend ok, I know how you feel, but I need you to get in character. We need to get that man. Desi just looked at her up and down and with a straight face said: fine, let's go. *Desi took a deep breath as they entered the dance floor, they make their way in front of Nick, so they started to dance, but Nick wasn't paying attention. Riley grabed Desi by the shoulders and said: come on girl loose it up, I will guide you, I don't want to put more pressure on you but this is OUR mission to help Leanna, we need to do our best. Riley looked her surroundings while thinking of something to help her, Riley walked to the DJ she made him to take her request, he accepted. At the van. Mac- nothing yet? Bozer- well Riley went to talk to the DJ, and Nick just got here, but Leanna isn't there, that's weird. But I see some people entering to this room in the back. I will tell the girls. Back inside. Before the song that Riley asked the dj started playing, Bozer told them about the backroom, Riley was walking back where Desi was, and for her surprise Leanna was there too. *savage (remix) starts playing·, the people at the club kicked off the dance floor and started shouting every word of the song. Riley was singing every word of the song too while walking towards them feeling herself, Desi and Leanna follow her, and started dancing and hyped her up, making goofy moves they laughed, that night they were feeling good. Riley- dang girl you look hot and thank god you're here, what took you so long? *when she asked some guys approached to them, but she didn't know that they came with Leanna, and they recognized them from the archive, that they were Nicks friends* Leanna- omg the traffic here in LA is crazy. Desi- well we are glad you could make it. Leanna- thank you,*Leanna sent the guys to get some drinks, so she could talk to them* hey i gotta bounce, the friends of Nick cannot be waiting for to long, I assume you already know of what going on back there. *she made a move with her eyes indicating the room with a red curtain. Desi- well not much, we only know that whatever is happening in there we need to get in. Leanna- well I have someone in, but I haven't been able to get access. And I'm not that close to Nick so that's where you are here, you go for him, and if something happens we met outside. Ok Riley- be careful. Riley and Desi needed to make Nick pay attention to them like they already looked hot but that man was really really distracted on his business, but they were smart. They started to move into his direction, for their luck the dj changed the song. Riley- you're ready. Desi- I think so. they danced to addiction. Nick saw them, and he liked what he was seeing, he danced his way to them. Riley was dancing to Desi she put her hands on the hips of Desi as Riley leans down as she lowers slowly and closely in front of her making it look hot for him to get his attention, Desi made eye contact with Nick. Riley kept dancing around and then Desi set herself free from the nerves and anxiety, she begins to dance, Riley was surprised, this is a new Desi, - yees come on now do it. Riley said to hype her up. Nick grabbed Desi by the waist and started dancing with him Riley was back-to-back wit Desi while she was dancing with a friend of Nick, Riley said under her breath to Desi to turn around she could hear her from the communicator. They turned around at the same time while dancing with the guys Riley was feeling the music too, so she started whinin with the guy. They were burnt out of dancing until finally they got Nick to take them to his table.they were walking to his table. Desi- Riley what was that move you did back there? Riley- oh I was just whinin, it's similar to the grindin move but I wasn't going to do too much you know. *she said mischievously* Desi- well you are going to teach me both of those moves! They are the VIP section they got the drinks and as soon as they got there someone made a sign at him to move and go back, the girls moved fast and convinced him to take them with him, he hesitated. Nick- ahh fuck it, come with me. Riley- yes just let me grab my purse. She turned around and told the boys that they were entering the room Leanna saw what was going on from the other table, so she was ready. the room was nothing they were expecting. Nick- so what you think?. Riley- this... some big ass room. Nick- hahaha I know. And.. What do you think.·he was talking to Desi.* Desi- well it's really impressive. *Desi looked at Riley like what hell is going on in here* Back with the boys. Bozer- Mac we need to be alert there're no cameras in there, they are in. Mac- we have to wait... I don't like this. And Leanna is in there too? Bozer- no she not. At that moment Leanna communicated with them. Leanna- I'm going to try to get in. I will keep you guys updated. Bozer- be careful, and Leanna? Leanna- yes? Bozer- you look stunning tonight. Leanna eyes started glowing and she had a big smile. while bozer saw her thru the cameras. She was wearing a red latex dress and black high heels.

Bozer- Mac, you should get in there something feels off. Mac- yeah I feel the same. Are you sure you will be fine in here? Bozer- bruh im Wilt Bozer I can do it all, don't worry I will be fine, go protect those girls. Mac nodded at him and left. Mac left the van that was a street from the club, while she was about to get in the security stopped him. Security guard- alright Indiana jones where you think you're going? Mac smiled down because of his joke. - uh inside. Security guard- nah man you can get in, you don't got the swag man, this ain't jurassic park. The security guard kept making fun of him. He looks like bout to go in a convention of dinosaurs! SG- ahhh haaha Mac left acting with indignation, but he got an idea, so he kept walking and went to the parking lot for his luck no one was there, so he went on a quick shopping spree, he opened a car with his pocket knife, did I mention that Macgyver was with the best luck that night? , so he found a pair of black pant a blue jacket, he was wearing a white t-shirt underneath his flannel shirt, he went back with Bozer, he changed there, he went back to try it one more time. Mac- so, I cleaned up good? SG- mm I think you can now... *he left him pass* Mac- Bozer, im in. Bozer- good, now you need to make your way to that room, and Mac I know your game and please be smart these girls are different. Mac- what do you mean about “my game”? And yes I notice it, girls here are different. In the Room. Nick- come on set yourselves comfortable.they seated in a sofa. They were nervous not of him, they were nervous of the things that were happening around them. Riley mumbuled - shit.. How the hell did we got into this? Desi- I don't know, but we get the info and leave. Nick- im sorry i totally forgot to ask what are your names. Desi- uh yeah ah ah I'm Chiara she's Cindy. Nick- Chiara... nice name. I like it. *she smiled at him·. At that room they were moving drugs there were guns around there were strippers in the back and people doing whatever you can imagine. Nick took Desi with him, but she asked to use the bathroom she took her phone and there was this big mirror that you could look from outside, so she made it look like she was taking a selfie and took a photo of what was happening in the back she sent it to Bozer. Bozer- Desi.. I don't know what you wanna show me but those are your boobs. Take the pic more to the left. Desi- all right there you go. Bozer got the pictures and there was enough to get that man. Leanna and Mac found each other while crossing the dance floor. *Mi gente was playing* they went to the bar and talked to the bartender. Mac- hey do you know where we can find some fun? Leanna- let me do this one honey, you know we are looking for some action... they were talking about if he knew where they get some companie they told him they were swingers, and she asked him if he could get them something stronger that the drinks they were having, Leanna used her tricks that she learned when she was in training, the bartender understood and took them to the room. They got inside, and they saw Riley with the friends of Nick. The friends of Nick called at Leanna. - hey Jaz you finally got in! Come on sit with us! Leanna looked at Mac, he put his arm in position to her to grab it - ok Mac lets do this. They got in the table there were girls dancing in front of them, Riley got some information of the guys and Bozer was sending it to Matty, Riley was surprised when he saw Mac walk thru that curtain, not only because he looked good, but she was kinda piised off that he intervened in her work. Riley- hi I'm Cindy *they shook hands, and she gave him a mean look* Jaz, what took you so long? Leanna- uh I was waiting for him, he's always late. ahah * Leanna put her hand in his arm* Mac- uh what can I say, I like to look good. The friends- come on Man, grab your poison. * they got the drugs in the table* Mac- uh well... Leanna- uh uh no, your not doing that, you promised that you were going to stay clean. The friends- uh well you better listen to her. Mac looked at Riley wondering if they made her took something, but she looked normal and very calm. Nick and Chiara Nick was all over Desi, they were in a little private room, just the two of them, they started talking, he was really drunk and high, that was the perfect time to Desi to make him speak, she managed to do it, Bozer recorder the whole conversation, but we know that it's never that easy, Bozer send the information to Matty she was in a call with the CIA, and they got what they needed, the guys of Nick found the van and took Bozer. He was angry she took Desi with him and started screaming, and he found the phone of Desi, and saw the pics. Desi remained calm the bodyguard of Nick tied her to a pole in the stage, there were money on the floor. The friends of Nick left the room. Riley- what are you doing here? You were supposed to be with Bozer! Mac- well I couldn't leave you in here. Riley- well we had it under control until you showed up! Leanna- hey calm down, I think they have Bozer... Riley- shit.. See this wouldn't have happened if you hadn't left him alone. Mac- ok what do you want me to do?! Riley- nothing, I can do this on my own. Leanna- guys! Nick- hey!! What the fuck are you doing! Bring them to me. *the guards took them put them in front of Nick. - oh Jaz... I knew that was something wrong with you.. But this.. Betraying me.. Leanna- I don't know what you're talking about. *he put the gun to her head. Riley- leave her alone!. Nick- or what? ohh you, you're beautiful woman and it's a shame I have to kill you too. And you...*he looked at Mac* who the fuck are you. Mac didn’t speak, Nick kept talking- you know before I go I want to enjoy some time.. I mean i only could enjoy your friend, it's your turn now.. *he slid the gun down Rileys face. Mac- hey! Nick- oh you don't want to do that, don't be a hero, nobody likes that.. But you know what before you come with me, I want to watch first I want you to dance for him I don't know what going on in here* he pointed at Mac and Riley* but I'm interested. Riley- you're really sick you know that. Nick told Mac to sit in a chair that looked like if it was in little sofa that was up in the stage were the lights were off, only some purple and blue lights were on like it was time for a show. Nick- I hope you're ready, and use the stage, don't make me regret wasting my time with you, Jaz you come with me. *he made her sit on his lap. While holding the gun in one hand and smoking a Habano in the other one, you could see the smoke thru the reflect of the lights. Nick- music!... lights!... it's show time! The lights went down, Riley walked in front of Desi before getting ready. Riley- wait for my signal, ok. *Desi looked at her with affirmation that she was ready.* Riley took of her jacket, and stood in front of Mac, the music started playing, *partition started playing* the lights were pointed towards her the lights made her skin glow making her look with a fluorescent glow, she started walking like she was in the catwalk, very sexy, she started dancing, she stood in front of him and slowly going down moving her hips until she was on her knees, she started slipping on the floor of the stage, giving a twirl to return to him, she stood up throwing her hair in his face making her bun disappear in the air while she was turning her head in circles, she turned around and seated on his lap and started grindin on him, Mac was blushing. Riley- next time let me do it, by my own. *she said as she reclined on his chest, *she felt his heart was racing, It made her heart race too*, and grabbed his head and whispered in his hear, Mac tried to put his hands on her very slowly, and she slapped them while removing them making it look part of the dance, Mac placed his arms on the back of the chair *Mac smiled* Mac - fine but its wrong that I was scared for the three of you, we didn't have communication and the statistics says... Riley- oh don't talk to me about statistics Angus.. Forget that, I'm gonna make you bust a nut boy. she was teasing him, Riley was laughing inside. She got up and stood behind, and slid her hands down both of his arms as she lifts her leg in the air, letting it fall delicately over her shoulder and started to make a little twerk move as she bends down, sliding her arms across Mac's chest, she removed his jacket with a little of aggressiveness, the lights were moving with the beat of the music, Riley walked to the front of the stage, there were some dancing poles that were covered in some fancy fabric, she began to sway side to side in the middle of the tubes. Nick was amazed of Riley, and Leanna and Desi were too.. And don't start with Mac. Inside Macs Head. Mac sited in that chair not knowing what to expect. He was nervous, he had never been in this kind of situation before, well he had been in danger before with the ones he loved, but he has never been in a situation were one of his best friends was about to dance for him. He had a plan, but he decided that it was better if the girls take control of the situation, he understood that the girls had gotten angry about it, so he let them do their job. The music started playing, his heart raced, when he saw Riley walking toward him like that... he knew he was about to see a part of Riley he didn't know, and how he would know that part of her, she is just your friend not your girlfriend Mac thinked. He had one hand holding his jaw, and the other on the back of the chair, he had this sexual energy that Riley could feel, and she liked the energy that was coming from him, and so did he. When Riley got closer to him and got on her knees in front of him and started to dance in front of him, when she went back to him, she spread his legs, he felt his body speed up, he tried to calm down, but when she sat on him and started grindin on him and seeing her thick ass all over him, he slid his fingers for a little moment along the edge of her legs pinking her black jeans, when Riley lay on his chest Riley said - next time let me do it on my own. *with that Mac confirmed that that was the reason why he had been angry previously*. He literally could see her sexy back with that see through bodysuit, and with her ass all over him, Mac only knew one think that this was an act and that he needed to control himself* Riley- forget that im gonna make you bust a nut boy. Mac was surprised to hear those words come out of her mouth, he couldn't believe what she just said, he didn't expect that to come from her, not from her, not from his Riles, this was another Riley, and he was excited to meet her. The mind of Mac for the first time in history stopped thinking, he just let himself enjoy this moment between the two of them, he forgot that there were others watching. Watching her dance like that was a total vision to him, when she went to dance by the poles from the point of view of Mac, the lights made her look like she was topless, it seemed like she was about to break her back, she looked like a contortionist in the way she was controlling her body thru between the poles. In the ending pole of the stage was Desi and behind her was a guard, Riley went her way and started to Dance with Desi, Leanna saw what they were doing, so she made Nick to drop the gun, Riley kept dancing with Desi and Riley gave her the signal, Desi grabbed by the pole kicked the guard and grabbed him by her legs and put her foot on his neck Riley released Desi and Leanna pointed with the gun at Nick, he screamed: - kill the boy!! Leanna got distracted and nervous for Bozer, he took the gun from her and escaped from her. Riley- Leanna!! Mac and Desi went after him. Leanna- Riley I can't run in this dress! Riley- I got an idea, come with me. *they went to the bathroom and changed their clothes. Now Riley was on the red latex dress and Leanna in the bodysuit, but leannas breast are way biggers than the boobs of Riley. Leanna- look. Riley- well damn thats too much, hahaha that's revealing revealing, here put the jacket on and zippit. That's why I preferred to put on some jeans I knew we were going to run, haha. Leanna- girl how is that you look hotter now, how it's that possible? Riley- oh shut up. Leanna- what are you doing this for me? Riley- uh because your my bestie, and this IS YOUR mission, you are the one that it's gonna put behind bars that bastard. Leanna had a big smile in her face, and they hugged each other. Leanna- oh my god! What are we doing?! Bozer!! Riley- don't worry if I didn't know Mac he went first for him, now hurry go for Nick I will locate him with his phone. Leanna- ok, wait speaking of Mac... you really went in with that dance... Riley- hey don't star now, go, you can annoy me later. They were outside with the backup Matty had sent, Leanna caught Nick with the help of Riley, he was now on custody of the CIA, Mac and Desi went for Bozer who was intact, they got in time for him. Mac, Desi and Bozer went with Leanna and Riley. Bozwer went running towards her, he hugged and kissed her. Riley came out from the other way, Mac saw her coming, he couldn't hide his expression when he saw her in that red dress. He was already impressed when he saw Leanna in it but when he saw Riley .. That's another story. Mac- hey.. Desi- here is she.. Bozer- hey Riley, wait did you changed clothes? Riley- yes, Leanna couldn't prosecute Nick in this, so we have to change, so she could do it, because IT WAS HER MISSION she said to Mac and Bozer. Desi- men ruin everything. Leanna- agreed. Mac- alright we get it. Bozer- yeah, but understand that we were worried about y'all. Leanna- you have to trust more then. We are smart as you guys. Desi- and stronger. Riley- faster, independent. Leanna- perceptive, brave, cultured Desi- committed, creative, funny Riley- i mean we could do this all night. Bozer- ok ok we get it that's how you do it. Riley- I'm a bad bitch, she's a savage, and she's the queen. They are at phoenix, Matty congratulated them, and let them go. everyone left the room except Desi and Riley was about to leave when Desi called her. Desi- Riley, can I talk to you for a minute. Riley- yeah sure was up? Desi- i just wanted to thank you for what you did, you helped with my nerves and anxiety something that I don't always feel and when we were in there I didn't know how to control my feelings... thank you. *she smiled at Riley* Riley- hey don't worry, I got you, I know how it is. Of not having control, and that is why we are a team, don't be afraid for ask for help next time. Desi- thank you, Riley. Hey do you want to come with me at Mac's place to grab some beers. The last thing Riley wanted to do was to be in the same room with mac, at least for now. Riley- uhh I don't know, we can't go somewhere else if you want. Desi- yeah I will love that. Riley- ok let's go then.

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sooo i really hope you like this one. I'm sorry I didn't upload it earlier but i really haven't had much time these days, this one was a request, to the person who asked for it I hope I reached what you expected I hope it wasn't that bad lol, this one goes to all my girls who miss going outside and go party with their friends and get ready, because I miss it. And.. I was thinking of giving Desi something different when the person told me to get Desi some character development because I quote “the show hasn't given her one, and she sucks” ahha well I hope I did good, I wanted to write something to her that was really different, since in the show they put her as “ tough women with no emotion”, and I wanted to gift her some emotions make her look agreeable and kind and make it look that she has insecurity and anxiety too. That I think all lot of girls, and women in their 20s feel a lot. And tell me if you will like me to post the song I put in here if you don't know them or will like to hear them.

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[staticscreenwriting]

the same sunset  - chapter three

Chapter three - trashed

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The music sounding from Carol’s house can be heard all the way to the other end of the street where Billy parks his car in the driveway that leads to nowhere. It seems there has once been a house there but now it’s just a deserted spot being used by teenager to park their cars whenever Carol decides it’s time to throw another rager.

Walking down the street towards the party, Billy can’t help but admire the confidence Cleo seems to emmit. It’s different to his. His is fake and take all the effort in the world to uphold. Hers seems to come natural. No effort at all.

“ You know “ she speaks up as they’re just a few houses away from Carol’s “ you can go in first if you want. They’re gonna talk if they see us arrive together. And I’ll have you know, as hard as it is to believe, I am not the most popular person. So if you don’t wanna ruin that cool brooding bad boy persona you have going on, I understand. They don’t need to see us together. “

“ Don’t make a big deal of it, then they won’t “ Billy replies. Back in California he was a different person. People there had known him since childhood and with them he didn’t ever really have to think about any image he wanted to uphold. He was just Billy. His mullet, the camaro, the music and the jeans. Those were just things that belonged to him as much as Max’ red hair belonged to her. They mean different things now.

In California he was Billy first, all the other things came with him.

Here they saw the car first, the outfits, the attitude. The loud music and the constant unbothered look etched onto his face. And from that they made up their own image of who he was. And it worked in his favor really. He’s adored by the girls and admired by most boys. And if that means he has to pretend not to be bothered by shit than so be it. Seeming numb is easy. He’s gotten a lot of practice at home.

“ Oh boy, you’re so not a small town boy. “ Cleo says and skips ahead of him a few steps, giving Billy a perfect view of her ass in jeans that are fitting like a god-damn glove. He can’t suppress a smirk, thinking back to Pete’s disapproving look back at the diner.

There’s a red solo cup pushed into his hand as soon as Billy enters the house. That awful “I Ran” song is blasting through the stereo and Billy remembers the reason he usually gets shitfaced at Carol’s parties. The music sucks.

Cleo walks further into the room and is swallowed by the crowd before Billy can figure out where she’s going. Only a mess of blonde hair visible as she squeezes herself between the dancing teenagers.

“ You know, when you asked me about her I just thought you were curious. Didn’t think you were into her “.

Of course it’s Tommy who hands Billy the drink, he’s probably been sitting by the door waiting for him to show up. It’s a little sad really, Tommy’s been following Billy around like a lost puppy from day one. But then again, no matter how annoying or clingy he is, Tommy is not a bad guy. He’s just not the brightest crayon in the box but Billy can deal with that. Also he’s Billy’s walking encyclopedia on all things Hawkins High and always knows when and where the parties are happening.  

“ Shut up, man. It’s not like that. I uh — I work at her dad’s diner. We were just carpooling here. That’s it”.

“ You have a job ? “ Tommy asks dumbfounded. His eyebrows are raised in question and for a moment it makes Billy angry.

“ We don’t all have a dad who blows money up our ass and buys everything for us, Tommy “

It’s a little harsh, Billy admits that, but that doesn’t make it any less true. Tommy’s dad is the owner of some big ass lumber yards all over Indiana, dispensing wood to all kinds of high class furniture stores to make fancy sofas for fancy people, like Tommy’s dad.

Billy’s met him a few times and he seems to have zero backbone and the personality of a sponge but his wallet is wide open. Probably to make him feel better about not giving a proper shit about his son. As long as Tommy doesn’t get too out of line, his dad doesn’t really pay him any attention. He’s supposed to take over the business someday in the future. That’s the end game. Everything until then doesn’t really matter.

“ Hey sorry, man. That’s not what I meant. I think it’s cool you’re working. Do you think you can get us a discount if we come around ? “

Billy only shakes his head, a smirk finding a way onto his lips again. Tommy’s a fucking nuisance most of the time, like everything and everyone in this place. But he’s honest and Billy can appreciate that a whole lot.

“ Dunno. “

As he takes a drink from the cup, Billy immediately regrets his decision. It tastes like Cranberry juice and disappointment. Whatever vodka concoction they’ve mixed together, it fucking blows. Like a prom punch spiked by some over enthusiastic junior.  

“ Thomas, show me where the beers are and we can see about that discount “ Billy says and throws his arm around Tommy’s shoulder. If he was gonna enjoy this party, bad music and shitty drinks and all, he needs beer. Lots of it.

- OOO -

Billy’s hands softly trail down the path of Erika Kapelsky’s curves. There’s some Bon Jovi song playing over the speakers and she seems to go wild on that stuff. Her ass has been rubbing his crotch for the last 5 minutes. At this point he is 99.9% sure he’s gonna score big time. He’s heard she gives great head. That she’s flexible too.

“ I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick. Take me home when I come back ? Parents are on a business trip “ she murmures into his ear and softly bites his lobe as she pulls away.

That’s the good thing about rich kids, Billy thinks. Their parents are always on some uber important trips for work. It’s like they’re preaching abstinence and safe sex and then do everything in their power to make sure their kids get laid as much as possible. Like leaving them alone in a big ass mansion.

“ Sure “ he agrees and watches her walk away, hips swaying dramatically. She knows how to put on a show.

“ Erica huh ? Nice one, dude “ it’s like as soon as he is alone Tommy gravitates back towards Billy. Sometimes it makes him feel like he has an actual friend. Other times it’s just annoying.

“ Yeah “ as Billy looks towards the door Erica has just disappeared through, his eyes catch movement coming from the hallway next to it.

The big mess of blonde curls on Cleo’s head is bobbing up and down as Cleo hurries down the hallway. There’s stains of what Billy assumes is the shitty prom punch all over her shirt and she’s … crying ?

He doesn’t know for sure but she’s angry that’s obvious. Her lips are pulled into a scowl and her eyebrows are furrowed. She squeezes her way through the crowd and towards the door.

For a moment Billy wants to follow. Wants to figure out what happened, if she’s crying and why. He doesn’t though.

Not his mess. Not his problem.

That’s something his dad always says. It’s a motto that’s been drilled into Billy’s head ever since he was a kid.

He remembers when he was just a little boy, maybe 5 years old. Back in California when his mom was still alive. They didn’t have shit back then but a tiny house and a rusty old car. His mom was working at a beach hut in the mornings, selling overpriced postcards and plastic seashell necklaces to tourists. Dad was constantly between jobs, saying that he just hadn’t found the right one yet. Truth is, no one wants to hire a raging alcoholic.

They didn’t have much back then but Billy liked the house, liked the neighbourhood, because there were kids there. One of them was Gracie Tempers. She lived across the street and she came over to Billy’s house a lot because her mom was working late and Billy’s mom was home in the afternoon to have an eye on the kids.

Gracie’s mom would always come and pick her up, never her dad. And she always had a cup of coffee with Billy’s mom. She was crying a lot but back then little Billy had no idea what was going on. She had a lot of black eyes too.

One night Billy couldn’t sleep so he snuck towards the kitchen, hoping to find his mother still awake so he could ask for a warm milk with some honey, his mom’s special.

Instead he found mom and dad arguing, again. When he heard Mrs. Tempers’ name he decided to hide behind the door and listen. They were yelling. Actually it was mostly his dad. Actually it was only his dad. His mom was talking in a quiet hushed voice. So timid. So scared. She wanted to help Mrs. Tempers. Wanted to “ call the cops “ Billy didn’t know what was going on then and he didn’t know if that was a good thing. Mom always said the police was someone you could go to whenever you needed help. Dad called them corrupt pigs.

Anyway. She wanted to call the cops and “get her away from him”. Billy didn’t know who “he” was either.

But no matter how hard she was pleading, how reasonable she was explaining. Dad’s booming voice kept repeating “ This is not your mess, Rebecca ! Not your problem ! “.

Cleo isn’t’ his mess either. Isn’t his problem.

So instead of going after her, Billy turns back towards the door waiting for Erica to be done so he can take her home and create a whole different kind of mess.

- OOO -

The cold air nips at Cleo’s nose as she walks down the street of this seemingly perfect suburban hell.

She should’ve known better. That’s the bottom line of it all. Should’ve known that showing up with Billy Hargrove would cause unwanted attention. Negative attention. That people would take it as some kind of threat to their social status.

Tina has always been a mean person. Someone that doesn’t lash out but observes. She schemes and calculates and figures out where to hit people so it hurts the most and leaves the most damage.

And whether she does it just out of pure spite or because she has some deep rooted insecurities that she wants to hide behind her malice, Cleo doesn’t know. In the end, it doesn’t matter anyway.

What matters is that Cleo should’ve known better. Billy is all Tina wanted since the moment he stepped foot onto the grounds of Hawkins High. And when Tina feels even a little threatened in getting what she wants, she knows exactly how to retaliate.

Cleo roughly wipes away the tears still rolling down her cheeks. Tina’s opinion shouldn’t matter. Her words shouldn’t matter. And really, they don’t. That doesn’t mean they don’t hurt.

And it’s not even the stuff about Cleo that hurt. It’s the stuff she said about her mom. Those things cut deep. Those things, Tina really doesn’t know shit about. But the worst thing ? Carol stood there and she said nothing and she did nothing. Just turned away as if she hadn’t held Cleo’s hand at her mother’s grave. As if she didn’t take care of her when she had a panic attack the night before the funeral.

As if she hadn’t been an important part of her life for so long. For the good times, but especially the bad times.

Sure they aren’t friends anymore, fair enough. But does that mean all that once was is erased and means nothing anymore ?

The air stings against Cleo’s bare arms, clings to the wet patches on her shirt. This night is a complete and utter mess and she should’ve known better.

There’s a light still burning on the porch and one in the living room. No matter how easy going her dad always pretends to be, he’s still a dad. A dad who acts like he got caught up watching old football games but really deliberately stays up to make sure his girl is getting home okay.

On one hand, Cleo is eternally grateful for the wonderful dad she has. On the other hand, it makes hiding stuff so much harder. Like tear stained cheeks. And punch soaked shirts. And anger. And sadness.

“ Hey kid, I — Cleo ? “ the smile on her dad’s face immediately falls as he takes note of her obvious misery.

“ It’s not as bad as it looks. I’m okay, can we — can we not talk about it ?”

Ever since Cleo was a kid, mom was responsible for the emotional stuff. The long talks and the cheering up. For the rough stuff. The sad stuff.

Dad was the goof who went and bought entirely too much ice cream and put on her favorite movie even though they’d all seen it a million times before.

Ever since her mom was dead, that kind of shifted. Dad had to be both, the goof and the emotional support system. And it is weird for everyone involved. Neither Cleo nor her dad are particularly good at talking about their feelings so after a while they put a system in place that seems to work for them both.

If one doesn’t talk about it on their own accord, no questions are being asked. It’s easier that way. Or maybe they just pretend it’s easier. Either way, Cleo is grateful about that system right now. Because how would she even begin to explain that it all starts and ends with that fact that her mother would still be alive if it wasn’t for her ?

“ Uh — yeah sure. Sure. “

“ Cool, thanks “ she nods and walks towards the stairs. As she is about to round the corner, her dad’s voice echoes through the halls, calling out to her.

“ Cleo ? “

“ Huh ? “

“ There’s some mint chocolate chip ice cream in the freezer. Just — just if you need it. “

And for the first time since running into Tina, a small smile finds its way onto Cleo’s face.

- OOO -

Billy’s head feels like exploding. Like he’s in a comic and a big ass anvil has been dropped down on him.

The morning sun is shining brightly but the air is cold as he climbs out of Erika’s bedroom window and walks down the street lined by identical houses with identical white fences. There’s perfectly cut lawns, even in the winter, and the frost clings onto the grass making it glimmer in the sun.

The mailboxes are pridefully displaying the names of the families, some of which Billy recognizes from school. Of course people would want others to know they live here. These houses are massive.

He wonders if the people here are genuinely happy or if they have to play pretend, just like he does. He wonders if things were different would his family live in one of these houses. If Neil wasn’t such a fuck up and actually had a proper job that could provide the family with a better living situation, would he be less angry? Would Billy be ?

After a few minutes of passing big ass houses and pristine lawns and picket fences and artsy mailboxes, he arrives at his car.

There’s noticeably less cars here now than there were last night. Next to his Camaro is Tommy’s car which means he’s probably stayed over at Carol’s last night. Whatever those two have, Billy thinks, is a big old mess. They’re constantly at each other’s throats. Either fighting or making out. It’s exhausting for him, and he’s only watching from the sidelines.

Billy slumps down into the driver’s seat of his beloved Camaro. It smells like leather and cigarettes and honestly, it’s a smell that’s become incredibly comforting to him. His car is so much more than just a status symbol. It’s his way out. His escape. When things at home get too bad he can always get in his car and drive around. Aways from the yelling. Away from his father’s anger.

Away from home.

He turns towards the passenger side of his car, itching for a cigarette and hoping to find on in the glove compartment. Instead he’s faced with Cleo’s denim jacket discarded on his passenger seat.

He wants to ignore it. Pretend it isn’t there and just wait for her to come and get it. That’s another thing you learn in the Hargrove household. Don’t let your shit lying around or it’s gone. Neil never had any respect for any of Billy’s things so if he wasn’t being careful with it, Neil would just throw it in the trash.

He wants to ignore Cleo’s jacket so badly. But he can’t. He doesn’t.

- OOO -

The Finch’s two story home is painted a pale blue color. There’s paint chipping from the doorframes and the windows. The front yard looks clean enough but it’s not even close to the front yards he’s seen in Carol’s neighbourhood.

Their little white mailbox says “Finch” in what seems to be the handwriting of a young child. There’s 4 handprints. One big one that he bets belongs to Pete. A bright red one that he can only imagine belongs to a slightly younger version of Cleo. There’s a teeny tiny one that he’s sure is Charlie’s. Then there’s another one. It’s smaller than Pete’s but only slightly bigger than Cleo’s.

His heart drops a little at the realization of who’s handprint it is.

He wonder how she does it. How she lives through losing her mother and doesn’t end up resenting the whole world for it, like he does. He wonders if things would be different if Neil wasn’t such a piece of shit and actually gave a damn about Billy and his grief and this perpetual feeling of anger and bitterness. If he had someone like Pete in his life, would things be — ok ?

His mind drifts back to Cleo’s words from that time in the diner when she made them grilled cheese “Things are rough all over”. Maybe they are. Maybe they’re rougher for some though.

Denim jacket grasped tightly on one hand, Billy walks up the porch steps towards the door with the chipped white paint and rings the doorbell. He doesn’t know what to say to Cleo when she answers, if she answers. It’s not like he cares about her particularly much or about the fact that she was klutzy enough to leave her jacket, in the middle of November no less.

He’s not sure why he’s here in the first place. Maybe because her crying face has sneaked it’s way into the back of his mind every one in a while since last night.

Or maybe because he feels guilty for not bringing her home safe as he had told Pete he would.

Or maybe because he was curious about what happened.

Or maybe all of the above.

Though it’s not Cleo that opens the door. It’s a wild mop of bright red hair and a smile missing one tooth.

“ Billy ? “ Charlie asks, eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“ Hey. ‘s Cleo home ? “

“ No. Why ? “

He hated being questioned. There’s hardly any privacy at home. Every part of his life seems to be considered public property to Neil. Secrets are dangerous. So when you are asked, you either answer or you face the consequences.

“ She left her jacket in my car. Hey where is she ? “

“ What does it matter ? “

“ I wanna give it back “

“ You can just leave it here. She’ll be back home eventually. “

Charlie seemed nice enough for a kid that one time he met her, but Billy can’t deny that right now she’s seriously testing his patience.

“ I know I can but I want to give it to her personally. If that’s okay with you of course. “ he snaps at her and immediately feels bad as he sees the sliver of uncertainty and — fear in her eyes.

“ Look — “ he starts and pinches the bridge of his nose “ — I let her leave the party alone last night and I feel bad about it, okay ? So just tell me where she is and I’ll give this thing back and say sorry and then we can go back to seeing each other at work and that’s it .”

Charlie bites her lip in uncertainty. Billy can see her considering all options. Finally settling on the thought that her sister deserves an apology if Billy is willing to give one, Charlie grants him a small smile and replies “ you know where the old junk yard is ? “

- OOO -

The november sun stands high up in the sky when Billy arrives at the junkyard. There’s a lot of shit lying around. Mostly tires and bottles, pieces of wood, half gutted cars and a variety of metal signs that seem like the used to decorate the shop fronts of Hawkin’s downtown once upon a time.

He spots Cleo the moment he steps out of his car. She’s in a pair of ripped jeans and a gray sweater that looks 2 sizes too big for her and falls off of one shoulder. Her blond curls are pulled into a messy ponytail but a few strands have escaped and frame the side of her face.

The thing that makes him wonder though, is the baseball bat clutched rightly in her hand.

He can her Black Sabbath playing loudly from small radio propped up on an old oil drum.

The pebbles are crunching beneath his boots as he approaches her and when she lifts her head, Billy can see nothing but annoyance in her eyes.

“ The hell are you doing here ? “ she asks, her voice rid of all her usually bubbliness.

“ You left your jacket in my car. You know, where I come from girls do that to make boy call them back. “ he says and smirks. He knows that wasn’t her intention but if there’s an opportunity to tease, Billy sure as hell isn’t gonna let it go.

“ Well here it just means that I forgot my jacket. Sorry to hurt your ego. “

“ Oh it doesn’t. Trust me. “

His gaze moves from her towards the baseball bat, then back to her. “ What the hell are you even doing with that thing ? “

Billy can see the smirk pulling at the corner of her lips. It’s tiny and barely there but he can notice it anyway.

“ Break stuff. “

She accompanies her words with a swing of the bat , slamming it into one of the rusting cars. There’s the crashing of metal and glass and the music all mixing together to create a melody of absolute chaos.

Cleo pulls back again and places another hit against the vehicle. Then another. And a fourth before she blows one of the stray curly away from her face and glances at Billy through the corner of her eye “ you wanna try ? “

He shrugs and takes the bat from her hand. “ You gotta make it count though. “

“ The hit ? “

“ Mmh “ Cleo nods then hoists herself up on the hood of another car.

And Billy makes it count. Not the first time. But when Cleo calls out to him to “ think of something that makes you really fucking angry “ he puts his all in the hit.

He thinks of his mother dying. His friends who don’t bother calling. His dad. All of it. Everything. 

It’s like with every time the bat descends onto the metal, his shoulders feel a little lighter. Like he gets to let go of his anger for a moment there and channel it all into the task of destroying the damn car. It’s what it feels like whenever he gets into fights only without the stupid consequences.

“ Feels good ? “ Cleo asks, sipping on a bottle of what he assumes is beer.

And when he looks up at her he can’t help but smile. Genuinely smile “ feels awesome! “

- OOO -

The two teens are lounging on the hood of an old Cadillac from the 50s sipping on their beers and watching the sun slowly set behind the trees. The junkyard sits atop a hill and you can just make out the outskirts of Hawkins from up here.

“ Why’d you come ? You could’ve just left the jacket at my place and leave. “ Cleo asks, eyes trained on the horizon.

“ What do I know. Thought I owed you this much. “

“ Why would you owe me ? “ she still doesn’t look at him but as Billy glances at her, he can see her pull her eyebrows together in confusion.

“ I saw you crying and I — ugh I don’t know okay ? Just wanted to see if you’re alright. Don’t make a big deal of it. “

She doesn’t. It makes her smile anyway.

“ Well thanks “

“ Whatever. “

For a moment it’s silent then Billy speaks up again.

“ What was that about anyway ? The whole crying thing ? “

“ They talked shit about my mom “ Cleo says and takes the last sip from the bottle before throwing it against the mount of trash making it break into little pieces.

“ That sucks. She’s dead right ? “ It might sound heartless and brash to some but Billy hates it when people sugarcoat stuff to him for no reason and something tells her Cleo isn’t that different when it comes down to it.

“ Yup. Yours too, huh ? “

Billy nods “ Yeah “

“ What happened ? “

“ Cancer. Yours ? “

“ Car accident. “

“ Fuck. “

“ Yes. Fuck. “

Billy turns his head to the side so he’s facing her and Cleo follows suit soon after.

“ That why you come here to break shit ? “ he questions, taking his last sip of beer then following Cleo’s earlier action of breaking the bottle against the pile of trash.

“ I was — so frustrated. With everything. I knew Tina was gonna talk smack when she sees me showing up with you but deliberately bringing up my dead mother to hurt me ? That’s low. “

“ That’s fucked up. “

“ That’s a highschool girl who feels threatened “

Billy lets out a humourless laugh “ It’s not fair though. She doesn’t know what the hell it feels like to lose your mom. You shouldn’t have to deal with her using that to hurt you just because she thinks her pussy is some kind of otherworldly experience that gives her the power to rule this trash pile of a town. For the record, it’s not. “

Cleo snickers and Billy thinks she looks fucking cute when she does it.

“ Can I ask you something ? “ Billy wonders, looking at Cleo expectandly.

“ I guess. “

“ Are you angry ? Because I — I don’t think I have felt anything but anger in so long. I’m so mad at god or the universe of whatever. Whatever is responsible for taking my mom away. My dad — Neil, he’s an absolute asshole. Always has been but mom — mom was good. So why did it happen to her ? It makes no sense and it drives me insane to think about it. It makes me so so furious. “

“ What makes you think I’m not angry ? “

“ You don’t seem angry. “

“ Well I am. I just — life needs to go on, you know. I gotta help dad with the diner and make sure Charlie is happy and healthy. I am angry I just literally do not have the time to dwell on that feeling. “

It makes sense, he think. Back in California life was shit too but he had friends there and stuff to do to take his mind off of things. Hawkins is quiet and empty and boring and his mind gets all the time in the world to think about the sad stuff. The shit that makes him angry.

“ Well look at us sharing sob stories like some kind of dead-moms-club. “ he scoffs but allows a little smile to tug at the corner of his lips which grants him a smile from Cleo in return.

“ Oh shut up, Billy “

And as her laughter echoes through the air and he looks up towards the November sky, he doesn’t feel so angry anymore, at least not for that moment. He’s not happy either but he’s content. And maybe that’s all he can ever ask for. To not feel angry all the time. To get a single moment of relieve. Of lightness. Of ease. Of laughter.

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Before the High Tide |M|

Description: Summer means so much more than blue waters and long walks on the beach...

Pairing: Hoseok x Reader

Tags: smut, exhibitionism, outdoor sex, fluff, best friends to lovers!AU

Word Count: 6.6K

Prompt 43b: There’s something soothing about watching the waves roll in.

A/N: Please enjoy my piece for the btssmutclub writing project! I enjoyed writing this so very much and it even made my ice cold heart tremble while writing it. I also ask that you check out the other authors’ works and support them as well!

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The days of Summer are the days of youth. It is the time where we enjoy licking off melting ice cream under the sun, where we are free of the biting, cold winter, and staying up all night listening to the summer rain that hit like monsoons and yet clear up the next day, leaving you with the rich scent of the earth. You couldn’t think of anything else in the world that could be as wonderful as that.

You flinched at the sound of your ringtone going off and you slid your hand across your bed to locate the source of the sound without having to pick up your head. You finally touch your phone and roll onto your side so one of your ears were exposed.

“Hello?” You croak into the phone.

“Woah! Did I wake you, Gollum?” A chirpy, male voice responds back on the other end. You immediately recognize it as Hoseok’s, your longtime friend that you’ve known since your diaper days. You’re a second away from hanging up when he continues. “What’re you doing today?”

“I’m sleeping in.” you reply in the same croaky voice. You roll over onto your back and stare at the ceiling, slowly allowing yourself to wake up. The sun leaking into the window was way too bright for your morning eyes and your blanket is lying on the floor. You must’ve kicked it off last night in a heat craze.

“And about how long does it take you to get ready?” He asked. You closed your eyes to think.

“30 minutes.”

“That’s too long, I’ll be over in 10.” He said and that alone was enough for your eyes to shoot open as you scrambled to sit up.

“10 minutes? Hobi, I just woke up!” You frantically jump out of bed and sprint to the bathroom.

“Maybe you should’ve thought about that before sleeping in until noon!” You hear him cackle and then promptly ended the call, which was another sign saying that he was already on his way. It was only Hoseok that could make you get up so quickly, only because Hoseok isn’t afraid to drag you out of your room to do anything. Regardless if you were ready or not. There was a time Hoseok hadn’t even given you enough time to pick out shoes and you soon found out that you wore flip-flops on a hiking trail.

At least he offered to carry you downhill after one of your flip-flops snapped off.

That was also one of Hoseok’s habits; to invite you somewhere without telling you any details about it. Sometimes, you loved his spontaneous attitude. You just wished he would think before he acted, but that’s why you were there to be his rationalizer.

To your surprise, it only took you a record time of eight minutes to get ready; that didn’t include brushing your hair or putting on makeup. All dressed up in a simple tank top and denim shorts, you headed downstairs and heard Hoseok’s bright voice mingled with your mother. You turned into the kitchen and saw Hoseok leaning over the island while smiling ever so flashily.

The first thing you noticed is that he’s wearing a tacky Hawaiian shirt with colorful palm leaves on a bright, mustard yellow background. A pair of Ray Ban’s hung from his collar and a thin, silver chain that complimented his outfit well. Hoseok noticed you standing in the doorway and he eyebrows piqued, as if to say a silent hello before turning back to your mother.

“—and then I said to her, mom, if you’re going to cook dinner, at least season the meat first!” Hoseok said and your mother began laughing uncontrollably. You ignore their conversation and grab a cold water bottle from the refrigerator when your mother calls you.

“Oh, you’re finally up, Y/N? Hoseok was just telling me about dinner with his mother last night and it is the most hilarious thing ever!” She burst out into laughter again and you resisted rolling your eyes.

“Sounds like you had a grand time.” You said to Hoseok. He shrugged with one shoulder as two small dimples appeared at the sides of his mouth.

“I try to make things fun for everyone.” He said back and pushed himself off of the island, standing straight. He’s taller than you by a few inches, but that difference alone is enough for you to raise your chin when you look at him. Hoseok tilted his head to the side, his eyes softening while peering down at you.

“Ready to go?” He said in a hushed voice.

“Ready whenever you are.” You smirk back at him and head towards the door.

“Well then, I won’t take her for long. We’ll be back before you start to miss her.” Hoseok flashed a pearly smile back at your mother and she giggled back, squeezing his arm.

“Oh, don’t mind me! You two have fun!” She exclaimed and once the two of you were outside of the house, Hoseok heaved a long sigh.

“Well, now that that’s over, let’s get going.” He said and led you to his Jeep that was parked just in your driveway, looking as if it belonged there.

“You never did tell me where you were taking me.” You said as you hopped into the passenger seat. Hoseok’s car was unexpectedly clean. Despite how loud and outgoing he was, Hoseok never liked things being messy. In that sense, he balanced you out perfectly; always nagging you for leaving clothes on the floor or forgetting to throw away those empty water bottles that littered your room.

“I’m glad you asked,” he said, reaching behind you to grasp the head of the car seat to look behind him as he reversed out of your driveway; his face was just inches away from yours. Your eyes fell to his necklace that fell so perfectly over the ridges of his collarbone. You followed it down to his chest and peered inside hoping to see what hung from it. “Jin-hyung’s brother has a small beach house and— are you trying to look at my nipples?” He snapped, his hand flying up to cover his chest and you immediately fell back.

“What? No, I was just checking to see if you still wore that.” You pointed to his chest. Hoseok pulled the chain from out of his shirt, revealing that there was nothing at the end of it. You felt your heart twinge.

“Oh, I keep it at home so I don’t lose it.” He replied reassuringly. You nodded, sitting back against the seat. About five years ago, you had given Hoseok a silver ring; nothing too extravagant but a band of gleaming silver. Yet, the fact that he’s kept it this entire time made your heart swell with this unnecessary fulfillment of joy.

“As I was saying, Jin-hyung’s brother has a beach house and he has permission to use it for the week, so the boys all decided to have a barbecue! Right next to the ocean! How amazing is that?” He exclaimed and you could feel how excited he was through his words.

“Sounds like nobody I know will be there.” You pout.

“Oh, don’t be like that. I’ll be there!” Hoseok tapped your bare thigh with the back of his hand. “You can just stick with me the entire time.”

You twisted your mouth. “That doesn’t sound like much fun for you. I’ll be fine frolicking at the beach or whatever” You cross your arms and give Hoseok the side eye. “Though, if I had been informed earlier, I could’ve brought a swimsuit.”

“You’re right, sorry.” Hoseok chirped. You didn’t hear a single ounce of sympathy in his words.

The car ride was filled with rolling laughter and an awful amount of booming bass. Hoseok reasoned that it was the only way to hype him up before arriving at the beach, but in your opinion, he was far beyond hyped before that. Another thing Hoseok loved to do during road trips was snap photos, mostly of the sky and sometimes of dogs that had their heads poking out of the window. He also liked reaching out to pet them right before the light turned green.

About 45 minutes and a shared, half-empty bottle of water later, Hoseok and you arrived at the beach. Hoseok took a different road that led towards the nice and expensive beach villas, but even from there you could see the twinkling water.

“It’s so sparkly...” you said in awe, eyes glued to the wondrous sight before you.

“Sure is, but we should get settled in with the others first. I’m sure they’re already there.” Hoseok said and continued to drive along the road until he pulled into a long driveway hidden behind tall palm trees. The house was in itself awe-striking. It was a Mediterranean style villa with sand-toned walls that rose up to almost the peak of the trees that surrounded the home in a emerald greenhouse. The tiles on the house was a bright cerulean blue that brought a pop of color to the abode.

“Holy shit, is Jin’s brother made of money?” You cursed as you stepped out of the car, slightly intimidated by the sheer luxury of the house.

“He’s not made of money, but he sure does have a fuck ton of it. I’m just glad he’s not an asshole.” Hoseok stepped out and led you inside. The door was already open, which made you slightly worried about the security of the home. At the same time, however, it would be ridiculous to not install any security system in a place like this.

“Hey! We’re here!” Hoseok belted our as soon as he got into the house. Already making himself at home and walking in, you followed Hoseok through the wide lobby past the tall staircase, the marble kitchen, and straight to the balcony that overlooked the entire coast line. Hoseok slid open the glass door which released the same booming music that Hoseok was playing before. No wonder he was friends with them.

“Hey guys, look who’s here!” Hoseok grinned from ear to ear and left you to cross handshakes with two of his friends, Yoongi and Seokjin.

“Finally! I thought I’d have to cook all of this myself.” Seokjin’s shoulders shook as he laughed. He handed Hoseok the metal tongs in his hand and stepped away from the grill.

“What? But I just got here!”

“That’s exactly why,” Jimin sneered from his lawn chair. He was sitting comfortably with shades covering his eyes. He bent down beside him and opened a small cooler. He picked up a can of beer and shook off the dripping water from it. Jimin handed you the can and smiled warmly. “It’s been a while, Y/N. Come and have a drink with us.” He gestured to an empty seat situated between him and Jungkook. You took the beer with an eager hand.

“That sounds like the best thing right now.” You said and fell into the empty chair, cracking open the beer and chugging it down halfway. You pull away and hiss.

“Thirsty?” Jimin snickered behind his beer can.

“Parched.” You emphasized and made yourself comfortable in the chair. “Have you guys gone down to the beach yet?”

“Not yet, we were waiting until Hobi-hyung got here so he could take over for Jin-hyung. That man has been itching to go ever since we got here.” Jungkook, the youngest out of Hoseok’s friends said, holding a beer close to his chest.

“We should all go. I mean, I was technically forced to come here against my will, but now that we’re here, let’s all enjoy ourselves.” You purposefully rose your voice at “forced”, making sure Hoseok could hear you over the sizzling grill. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you sharply. Almost as if to say, don’t you dare go without me.

“I like how that sounds.” Jimin and you clinked beer cans and gulped it down. Just like you proposed, Seokjin, Jimin, Jungkook and you walked down to the beach which crossed through a leafy garden that led right down to the sandy terrain below. The four of you walked further out until you could see the guys’ heads from just above the balcony railing. You waved at Hoseok.

“Come meet us after you’re done!” You taunted. In a way, this was revenge for Hoseok bringing you here without telling you beforehand and how he rudely awakened you. Although, his intentions weren’t evil. When will be the next opportunity you had to wiggle your toes in warm, fine sand and smell the salt of the ocean right before you.

You spent the first few minutes walking the shore with the guys, catching up on the things you missed out on since the last time you’d seen them. Then Jungkook decided to jump into the ocean, then Jimin, and Seokjin wasn’t too far behind to join the two youngins. You failed to bring a swimming suit, so you sat in the sand and grabbed handfuls of sand only to let it sprinkle through your fingers.

The rest of the group joined up with you later on and you watched them kick water at each other. Jungkook and especially Hoseok playfully threatened to toss you into the water, but you begged them not to. Wet denim wasn’t so quick to dry and you’d rather not ruin your set of underwear. Instead, you were holding onto extra shirts that they had stripped off or hats that they didn’t want to lose in the water. It was like taking care of seven children, honestly.

The boys retired from their water play and most of them went back into the beach house to play some karaoke. You say some because Hoseok was no where to be found. Thinking back, he hadn’t regrouped with the group as they went back into the house.

“Hey Jin, have you seen Hobi anywhere? I can’t seem to find him.” You asked with a hint of restlessness in your voice. Seokjin turned away from the karaoke screen.

“Huh, nope. Have you checked the bathrooms? Maybe he got lost in the house.” Seokjin made himself laugh and went back to his loud and exaggerated singing. You pouted and stepped back onto the balcony. You rested your arms on the wooden railing and pressed against it, allowing the wind to freely rustle through our hair. The sun was almost setting and it dyed the sky a gorgeous blend of pinks, oranges, and purples—the colorful canvas seemed to stretch on forever, past the horizon that looked like a rippling black line that separated the sky from the ocean.

He’s still out there, you thought. It was just a hunch. In fact, the man could’ve taken his car and left you here. But that wasn’t Hoseok at all. Hoseok wasn’t the type of person to leave you, much less one to disappear without telling anyone.

You climbed back down to the beach and planted your feet into the cool sand. Then, you began walking down the coastline just right where the foam disappeared into the sand. You walked until you saw a large rocky structure. You slowed to a halt and walked around the large rock to continue heading down the beach.

“Y/N?” You heard your name being called. You pivoted, brushing your hair behind you against the erratic gusts of wind. Sitting on a flat rock situated in the center of the rock was Hoseok, simply sitting with his legs crossed. His black hair rustled in the wind and the two of you locked eyes for what seemed like more than a minute. “What are you doing here?”

You walked over to him, stepping onto smaller, slightly jagged rocks to get to Hoseok. He made some room for you and you plopped down right next to him. “It was getting dark and you disappeared. For a second, I thought you drowned in the water.” You said and looked out to the ocean.

Your breath hitched. For some reason, where you sat in the center of the rock seemed like the perfect spot to watch the ocean. The waves curled and foamed just below you. From there, the painted clouds rolled over the sherbet sky and enveloped you in this dreamy globe of vivid colors.

“This is...”

“Pretty beautiful, right?” Hoseok chuckled, his eyes looked out to the ocean, but much further. It was like he was looking at something much farther into the future. “I found it when I was taking a walk and I got distracted and didn’t realize what time it was.”

You pulled your knees to your chest and tried to see the same view Hoseok. At the same time, Hoseok leaned back onto his hands and inhaled deeply as if to take in the beach air.

“There’s something soothing about watching the waves roll in,” Hoseok uttered so very softly, so much so you could barely hear him over the waves crashing on the rocks beneath you, ironically enough. “Don’t you think?”

“It’s mesmerizing, I can say that for sure. It’s almost like I’m standing in the middle of the ocean where I can do anything I want.” You reply honestly. There was something about the wideness of the ocean that made you feel so small and you realized just how unimportant you were compared to this great body of water that could swallow you up in an instant.

“That’s one way to put it. When I look at it, I can see the natural beauty in this world. Something that’s not touched by man because it’s too big to be bothered by humanity’s dirty hands. Just looking at this makes me have hope that there’s at least something to have faith in.”

“Is that why you came here? To ridicule this world and its’ pollution habits?” You inquired, unable to take your eyes off of the vast sea.

“I also needed to clear my mind.”

“What could possibly be troubling you?” You asked rhetorically and Hoseok glanced at you from the side. His gaze lingered on your bare shoulders and legs, both completely uncovered by clothes. Hoseok felt the wind brush through his hair and he wondered if you were cold. He wondered how long you’d been looking for him and when you noticed he was gone.

“You’d be surprised. My problems are related to you in one way or another.” he smiled and moved his hand, his fingers brushed over yours. You flinched at the sudden contact and looked down at Hoseok’s hand, then up at him. Hoseok took the initiative and intertwined your fingers, squeezing them with a softness you never expected Hoseok to disclose despite your long term friendship with him.

You felt heat rise up and blossomed in your cheeks, coloring them pink, though it was difficult to tell by the way the sunset cast an orange glow on you. You were worried, on the other hand, that Hoseok could discern your nervousness by your clammy hands or shifty eyes.

“W-Well, I do hope everything works out in the end.” You stutter, your mind thrown into a craze because Hoseok’s hand was still tangled with yours—as if he refused to pull apart. He didn’t reply, but you could still feel his eyes on you.

“Are you nervous?”

“W-Why would I be?”

“What if I told you I was in love with you?” Hoseok asked and you lifted your face, locking your eyes with Hoseok who seemed to be watching you the entire time. A pregnant silence struck you and not even the sound of the crashing waves could pull you away from Hoseok’s magnetizing gaze. His brows raised slightly. “What would you do?”

The words came out involuntary. “I’d say you’re lying,” Hoseok blinked in surprise. “Because I’ve known you for years and y-you’ve never said anything as ridiculous as that.”

Hoseok creased his brows in distress. “Ridiculous? You think that sounds ridiculous?” He asked and retracted his fingers. Your heart fell into your stomach and you immediately regretted every single word that came out of your careless mouth. “I guess it does sound pretty absurd. I can’t even tell what’s right from wrong anymore.” His eyes glazed over and his attention returned to the horizon.

You bit down on your lip, as penance for being so insensitive. Even if Hoseok was joking, you had no right to dismiss his feelings like that. You shuffled to sit closer to him, leaning your shoulder against him. Hoseok glanced at you, eyes so wide you could see them glitter.

“If you were, hypothetically, being serious about being in love with me, I’d be on top of the world screaming how happy I am,” Hoseok snorted. “Because believe it or not, I’m also… in love with you.” You whispered the last part under your breath.

“I don’t believe it.” Hoseok said and you felt his hands slide over yours. Before you could look up, Hoseok’s lips were on yours. His hand went up to cradle your face and pull you into a deeper kiss and you had no means to refuse. You placed your hands on his chest and slid them upwards, wrapping around his neck. Hoseok pulled away and gasped, boring into your eyes with this desperate, lustful energy.

“You’d better stop me now because there’s no going back to being just friends after this.” He breathed and although he didn’t specify, you knew what he meant by “this” and the thought made your heart rate pick up. You blushed and tightened your arms around him.

“I have never been so sure about anything else in my life.” You replied with a warm smile and then pulled him in for another kiss. Hoseok hummed against your lips. He looked up and scanned around the beach.

“I don’t want to fuck you on these rocks, let’s look for a place,” He said and looked back at the ocean. In the meantime, you made the mistake of looking down, already semi-hard in his shorts. You gulped. “Besides, the tide is coming in so we’ll have to be quick.”

“What about those trees?” You pointed behind you at the cluster of palm trees that swayed in the breeze. Hoseok smirked at you.

“Behind those trees, huh? I didn’t know you were such an exhibitionist.” He teased and grabbed your hand, jumping onto the beach and pulling you to the trees. You just threw the suggestion out there, but you never expected Hoseok to be so on board with it. Although, you should’ve known it’d be hard for him to say no to anything after seeing how hard he was. Hoseok backed you into a tree and pulled your face to him, resuming your kiss from earlier.

You were hidden under the shade of the large palm trees and he took that opportunity to slide his hands under your tank top and gave your breasts a firm squeeze. You moaned into his mouth and stood on your toes to meet his height. It felt like you were in a dream, or a romance movie where you were on a honeymoon vacation next to the beach, eloping outside with the salty breeze running through your hair.

“I’ve always wanted to do this,” Hoseok said in between kisses. “God, you are so beautiful. You smell like the ocean too.” Hoseok held the back of your neck and took a whiff of your hair.

“I... don’t.” you were embarrassed, but Hoseok smelled much more like the ocean than you; his musky scent mixed with the fresh scent of the ocean and reminded you of a strange Yankee Candle combination that you could smell all day.

Hoseok pressed his erection against your inner thigh while kissing your neck, licking and nipping at your skin. “Salty too.” He snickered and sucked on your neck. A low moan escaped your mouth and you leaned your head back against the tree. You had no reason to hide your moans. In fact, you wanted to be louder. This was the first time Hoseok had ever laid his hands on you in this way and you wanted him to touch every part of you.

“Touch me more, Hoseok.” You pursed your lips and ran your fingers over the ridges of his abs. You tugged on the band of his shorts and the slight contact made Hoseok pull away from your neck with a wet pop.

“You’re making me go insane. Say my name again.” He growled and you moaned his name, emphasizing the breathiness in your voice. Hoseok grunted and bucked his hips. He quickly got on his knees and caressed your hamstrings while his face was just inches away from your crotch.

“Let me taste you.” He said, wiggling down your denim shorts. Hoseok pressed his two fingers against the fabric of your panties, teasing you with his gentle touch. There was already a thin strip of your juices that lined your panties from the arousal that hit you so suddenly. He lined his lips with his tongue and shimmied down your panties. Hoseok lifted your leg over his shoulder and gave you one last look for consent before diving in with his tongue.

“Oh... shit!” You cursed and gripped his hair, lowering yourself onto his tongue. Hoseok sucked on your clit and moaned; his hand tightened around your thigh.

“Taste so good. Sweet and salty.” He smirked devilishly and wiggles his tongue over the hood of your clit. It’s like he knew every sensitive part of your body. He knew exactly how to make you squirm and squeal for him.

Hoseok slipped his tongue inside of you and you lowered yourself onto him. Arousal burned in your deepest part and you wanted nothing more than for Hoseok to ravage you and fuck you. He pulled away and sucked on his two fingers before spreading your sticky folds and promptly sliding his fingers in there. Your eyes fluttered in ecstacy the moment he curls his finger near the entrance. Hoseok didn’t seem to be bothered by your desperate moans and relentlessly stroked your insides.

“F-Fuck, that feels amazing.” You moaned, raking your fingers through his hair. Hoseok hummed in approval and covered your sex with his mouth, licking your clit. Electricity shot through you and you arched your back. If you didn’t have the support of Hoseok grabbing on your thigh and the tree behind you, you would’ve fallen onto Hoseok from the sheer pleasure he was giving you.

Hoseok was watching you squirm and shake above him and it inflated his ego knowing that he was the one making you feel this good. He wanted you to cum over his tongue so he could taste you and he was so damn sure that you would taste divine. Your leaking juices that coated his fingers were so addicting-ly sweet and it never stopped. He lapped up every single drop, but the desire to taste more was too strong he couldn’t help but purposely tease you.

“H-Hoseok… I don’t wanna cum yet.” You whined, but your actions didn’t match a single word you said and you still pulled him into you, refusing to let go. Hoseok creased his brows in confusion, licking his lips of your juices when he pulled away.

“Why is that?” He asked, his long fingers still stroked deep inside of you. You whimpered. It took a massive amount of willpower not to cum from his sultry words and devilish fingers.

“I want to—nngh—cum with you.” You moaned. You squeezed your eyes while your mind left you to escape to a heightened, euphoric state. Your entire body burned with the need to cum and yet you refused. At least, not until Hoseok fucked you.

“Fuck, you are too sexy.” Hoseok hissed and slid his fingers out, sucking your juices off of his digits. He stood up and trapped you against the tree, leaning down to kiss you. You felt his tongue scrape inside of your mouth and you could very distinctly taste the saltiness. While your hands were free, you impatiently pulled Hoseok’s pants down and his dick sprang up with youthful vigor. He moaned into your mouth and bit your lip when he pulled away, straining his neck back while his veins protruded through his dewy skin.

“Are you going to fuck me now?” You bat your eyes seductively while gently tracing your fingers along his thickness. Hoseok narrowed his eyes at you.

“I’m tired of your shit,” he growled. You felt his hands grab the back of your neck and in a flash, your chest was pressed against the tree and you felt the heat of Hoseok’s cock against your slit. You bit your lip and glanced back at him with a sultry look. “You’d better not regret those words.”

A jolting slap on the ass rippled through you and your jaw dropped from the pain. It burned like your ass was lit aflame, but it excited you. It was like seeing an entirely new side to Hoseok and to be completely honest, you wouldn’t mind seeing him like this more often.

You jut your ass out and wiggled it against his dick, egging him to slide it in you already. Hoseok gripped your ass cheek and spread it. He lined up the head of his cock with your wet hole and in one quick thrust, Hoseok slammed his cock into you. You gasped and scratched at the tree. He filled you up so deeply and the stretch was painfully splendid.

“God! Fuck! Your pussy is so tight, I don’t want to move.” Hoseok grinded deep inside of you while his hot breath fanned against the back of your neck.

“Ah! So... Deep!” You screamed and Hoseok began to thrust into you. At first, it was just small movements—the head of his cock scraped your walls every time he moved. He stretched your hole so well and you clung to him like a vice.

“Scream louder for me. I want you to go crazy for me.” He said and gripped your hips. He started moving more vigorously—slamming your hips onto his. He threw his head back and growled from his throat. Your pussy swallowed his cock up all the way to the base and he loved the way his balls slipped against your clit. Your juices coated his cock, lubricating it so he could reach even deeper.

“I’m already—ah—going crazy!” You exclaimed. Your vision was beginning to waver and you could barely keep yourself together with Hoseok fucking you from behind. It felt so right to have him inside of you.

Hoseok kissed your neck which was damp with sweat. You felt his lips press against the shell of your ear. “Cum for me. I want you to cum around my dick.” He whispered in a husky voice. You tightened around him after hearing his seductive words and that only brought you closer to your orgasm.

“F-Fuck!” You screamed when Hoseok pounded into your sweet spot. Your mind went blank and you started seeing white—a clear sign that your orgasm was approaching with every thrust. “Oh—I’m gonna cum! Fuck, I’m gonna cum!” You twitched around Hoseok and pleasure ripped through you, paralyzing you for a moment as Hoseok buried himself deep inside of you. He felt your walls pulsate around his cock; the warmth and tightness of your sex was enough for him to cum at that moment.

“Damn, baby...” he hissed and wrapped his arms around you, cupping your breasts from behind. “You feel so good, I might just cum inside you.”

You craned your neck to face him and have Hoseok a peck on the lips. “Go ahead and cum, Hobi. I want to feel every last bit of you.” You smiled, the sweetness of your expression contradicted your provocative words and Hoseok simply wanted to do just that.

His pace picked up again and he started thrusting into you shallowly—only fucking the entrance with the tip of his cock where it was the most sensitive. In just a few thrust, Hoseok let out a satisfied grunt and you felt his seed spill into you. The head of his cock slipped out and you felt his hot release dribble out of you. Hoseok used his own cum as lube and rubbed his shaft along your ass, spreading his seed all over you until he softened.

His body was still pressed against you heavily and he showered you with plenty of kisses on your back and shoulder blades. When you attempted to stand straight, your knees gave out on you and you stumbled. If it weren’t for the tree you were so desperately clinging on to and Hoseok’s arms so heroically wrapped around your waist, you would’ve planted right into the sand.

“Can you stand?” He asked, concern lined in his words. You shrugged; your legs were tingling like they had just been electrocuted and your joints felt like jello. There was no way you could walk like that. Not to mention your hips felt as if they had popped right out of your back and were shoved back in so hastily.

Hoseok noticed your struggle and immediately swooped in to the rescue. He yanked his shorts back on and helped you back into your clothing as well. You couldn’t help but stare in awe at his care-taking skills—as if the sex didn’t just happen and it was your Hobi taking care of you.

“Sorry, I was being inconsiderate.” He apologized for no real reason in your opinion. There was truly nothing to apologize for. You both enjoyed it, seeing as you both climaxed, and the soreness was simply a reminder that it happened in the first place.

“Don’t be, silly. Will you do me a favor and give me a piggy-back ride back to the house, though?” You tilted your head and asked sweetly.

“Piggy-back ride? What, do you want my back to break?” He snorted and you balled up your fist to throw a punch, but he simply laughed and knelt down in front of you. “Hop on, your majesty.”

“Oh, how I’ve always wished for my knight in shining armor to sweep me off my feet—“ you said and climbed onto Hoseok’s back as he hoisted you up. “On this beautiful carriage. It’s truly a dream come true.” You giggles and wrapped your arms around his neck. You pressed your chest against him to feel the warmth of his back radiate off of him. It was like laying on a soft, heated marshmallow, only with more muscles.

“I guess we’re both living the dream, aren’t we?” He laughed and although you couldn’t see, you had a feeling Hoseok was grinning like an idiot as he walked down the beach.

You glanced to the ocean and the sun had already disappeared under the horizon and the sky had turned into a deep blue, with black and grey clouds that tumbled over each other. How long the two of you had been out here was a mystery, but the night sky looked different to you. Perhaps it was because you were at a beach and the view went on for miles, or perhaps it was the fact that you were so close to the man you loved and the two of you walked the sandy coast together. Maybe it was those so called rose-colored lens that made the sky seem so much more magical.

“Can I ask you a question?” You said softly. Hoseok hummed back in response. “When did you know?” You hoped Hoseok understood what you were hinting at because saying the word love made you all giddy inside, like a child.

Hoseok chuckled to himself as if recalling a distant memory. “Remember that ring you gave me? For the longest time, I had this thought that it was somewhat like a promise ring. Obviously, we weren’t dating at the time, but it made me think... I can’t imagine spending the rest of my life with anybody but you. Nobody gets my jokes like you do, nobody can light up an entire room like you do, no one can really make me stay up all night thinking about marriage or children—or even owning a beach house like this one day.”

Hoseok gently squeezed your thighs as he spoke and your eyes began to water from his words. You hoped he didn’t notice you shaking from holding back your tears.

“Call me crazy, but it sounded like a marriage proposal. Ever since then... I’ve kinda been hoping that it was. Then I realized all my thoughts were just me realizing how head over heels in love with you,” Hoseok said as the beach house came into view. Hoseok stopped and gently set you on your feet. He faced you and grasped your hand in his. The ocean breeze drifted between you, blowing your hair to the side and blowing Hoseok’s hair out of his face. You could see his eyes, how soft and endearing they were as if he was the happiest man on Earth.

“I love you so much, Y/N, and I realized after today that there isn’t another person I’d rather spend the rest of my life with.” Hoseok gently squeezed your hand and your eyes widened as you watched him lower himself onto one knee. Your body froze. Hoseok reaches into his pocket and pulled out a small, wooden box. It was no more than a few inches wide and fit perfectly in his fingers. It was nothing special, honestly, but as he opened it, you felt yourself overwhelmed with emotions and suddenly tears poured out of you like a never-ending faucet.

“It’s nothing fancy and I wish I would’ve planned it better, but uh...” he chuckled to himself and picked up a small, silver ring studded with a string of diamonds. It was the same ring you had given him, only he had—in some way without you knowing—customized it with twinkling jewels. One hand flew to your mouth as you muffled your cries. “Will you do me the honor of not only being my best friend, but also my wife for the rest of my life?” He smiled at you—his million dollar smile that was worth more than the world to you.

You had imagined this scenario and ran it through your head a thousand times, but now that it was happening here, at this exact moment, the words wouldn’t come out of your mouth. You babbled like a baby and cried, only being able to nod profusely while smearing your tears across your cheeks.

Hoseok got the message you were trying to portray and slipped the ring onto your finger and stood up. You rammed into him heavily with a hug while gripping him as tightly as you could. You rubbed your wet face into his shirt and sobbed, still not able to say anything through your hiccups. Hoseok stroked your head while looking up at the sky, attempting to hold back his own tears.

“So I take that as a yes?” He asked. You sniffled and pulled away, taking a moment to catch your breath.

“W-We’re still so young, you know?”

“Mmhmm.”

“A-And I’m still living w-with my mom.”

“I don’t mean to brag, but your mom adores me.”

You look up at him with beady, watery eyes. You know you look like a complete mess with a running red nose and tears staining your face, and yet Hoseok still looked at you as if you were the most gorgeous being on Earth. “Even then, you’re okay with me?”

He smiled and wiped your tears with his thumbs. Hoseok cupped your face and leaned in, pressing his forehead against yours.

“I told you, there isn’t another person I’d rather be with.”

#Hoseok smut #Jung Hoseok smut #bts smut #hoseok fluff #btssmutclub #BSCproject #Jung Hoseok smut scenario #Jung Hoseok fluff scenario #bts scenario #i just wanted hoseok to propose

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The Sin Of Greed (10)

Summary: After taking a break, Touka decides to get back to business with Ayato by her side...

Word count: 5,433

Notes: Hope you enjoy.

Touka turned her face this way and that to check for any more bruises. Most have faded to a sickly yellow, which was easy enough to cover up with some makeup and the cuts and scratches have healed up, only a few leaving faint scars. After two weeks since that kidnapping, she was considerably a lot better than she was before. Emotional trauma was something she just had to live with, though she was sure she’d heal a lot quicker if she had more of those plates of cookies the children made for her.

They’ve also moved since those awful events. With some reluctance, she had accepted the parting gift Kaneki insisted they’d have, but it was Miza who gave it to them in person, rather than it being Kaneki himself. They moved to a quieter area, a high end suburb in fact, buying a large house they could all live in. It wasn’t as subtle as the previous hideout, but it gave Touka and the others the comfort and security they needed. It wasn’t in any particular district, or at least by what Koma said, and the CCG had no real authority in these streets. It was very much ideal for what they needed, so sticking with the snobs was better than where she was before. It had been quiet since the move and in all honesty, it gave Touka both comfort and concern.

It had been so long since she had just sat down and not worry about anything. She had been through so much that now with her being able to sit in silence without having to arm herself out of paranoia seemed like a complete luxury she wasn’t deserving of. Soon they’d be back into business. They weren’t in an area that would allow them to blend in with their crimes, but they’d make it work. She was certain of it.

Even so, despite her willingness to move on, her thoughts have been plagued with thoughts of Kaneki. She hated that every single reminder of him crawled up her skin and played tricks on her mind. After their last words to one another, she had full intentions on abandoning all ties to him, yet here she was, thinking about him constantly. What worried her though wasn’t any doubt of her hatred towards him, that much she was reassured of, but it was the simple mindless thoughts of where he was or what he was doing. He had carved himself so deeply into her life that she was afraid there was a permanent damage she’d never be able to rid of. His figure would stray in her mind, her dreams tainted by his voice. Time was the healer of all wounds, so she simply hoped she'd eventually be able to look back with a more pleasant outlook.

Regardless, she was going to move on no matter what ghosts lurked near. There was a certain bitterness she had before on how her theft dragged her into that whole ordeal of an experience to begin with, yet she continued to crave the thrill that came from her old life. Her body was becoming stiff and her boredom was making her glum, so she’d rather not waste any time dwelling on the past. Yomo and Ayato wanted her to rest some more, to take some time for herself whilst Irimi and Yomo surveyed this new area , Ayato handling any tasks with his arm less of a burden now. After some mild whining and careful persuasion, they eventually caved in, but Ayato refused to allow her to do anything on her own and Yomo reluctantly agreed to help, considering it wasn't anything too dangerous.

“Hey, shithead.” Ayato nudged the door open with his foot, holding a dress in his unbroken hand. “Irimi bought this for you. Said it would help you blend in that casino. I’ve got some...outfit thing.”

He held it in front of him, Touka admiring it's design. It was a black cocktail dress with a silver trim and a white ribbon around the waist, the thin bow the length of the loose fitted skirt and a bloomed lily on the left strap. Touka took it carefully from his hand, her eyes lit up with admiration. She flinched then, sour memories of that evening she had spent with Kaneki bubbling into her mind. Ayato turned his head to one side, frowning at her suddenly pained expression.

“What's wrong? Don't you like it? I think it's alright, it's just for this small thing.” Touka lifted her head, a bright smile pushing aside any gloom she had before. She protested that she loved it, taking it to one side as she found some shoes to match. Ayato loitered by her door, gnawing at his bottom lip. “If you don’t want to do this, you don’t have to. You know, just in case anything happens and I can’t protect…”

Touka straightened, watching her brother shrink into himself as his words trailed off. She walked towards him and before he could take back his statement, she gave him a tight hug. He gasped at first, but then returned it, sighing. “Don't worry, you brat.” Touka's voice was hushed but soft. “We'll be careful. You don't have to keep worrying about me, you've grown tall enough as it is.” She reached up to ruffle his hair, Ayato batting her hand away with a chuckle. “Your hair is even longer than mine now.”

“Well that’s because you cut it short. Or shorter, I guess.” He tugged at one of her strands, her hair now reaching to the top of her ears with her once long bangs only partially covering her eye. He hadn’t noticed until now that she had lost too much weight after reuniting with them two weeks ago. “I think it suits me.” Touka moved back to her dress, picking out a silver necklace. “Besides, I needed a new look.”

She seemed so happy. It had been the only reason why he hadn’t been asking anything from her, even with those nightmares she kept waking up to. She’d often knock at his door late at night, her pillow in hand as she asked if she could sleep with him. They hadn’t done it since the first month in staying at Yomo’s place. They were both so afraid back then and the mere thought of them being separated only promised trouble. They were the ‘great duo’ as she used to say when Ayato started crying in their little alleyway home. They were certainly a duo at the very least. Still, nightmares only seemed to chase her in her sleep and she didn’t want to talk about it right now. Perhaps it’d be best to leave it until they fully settled into this new, uncomfortable life.

Suddenly, they heard the loud patter of several little feet and childish laughter run down the long hallway and past Touka’s door. Yuki trailed behind, out of breath and Touka stood by the door, teasing Yuki for his slow pace. Ayato remembered how when she appeared at the door of their old home, the children refused to let go of her for a full hour. She didn’t mind of course, though he was sure they left a lasting impression on her wounds. Nonetheless, she was brought to tears at the welcome she received.

“Remember, at any hint of danger, we leave.” Ayato warned and though she rolled her eyes, she affirmed with a nod. “I know it’s just pickpocketing tonight, just-”

“I know, Ayato. I promise it won’t be anything like last time.” Squeezing his shoulder and nodding once again, she shoved him out the room in order for her to change.

. . .

The casino was a wide, glass panelled building lit up by flashing, neon lights and the sound of cheers, slot machines and a loud murmur of the rich filled the night air. There was a red carpet that led into the entrance the building, a crowd surrounding the runway as all kind of billionaires, politicians and celebrities walked their way down towards this special occasion. Looking up, Touka saw a large banner between the crystal-like doors, the ‘charity’ event written in bold letters. Ayato slipped out of the ridiculously expensive car they rented, dressed in a black tuxedo, grey waistcoat and cloak-like jacket that hung on one shoulder, covering his cast. His hair was brushed back, though a few rebellious strands of hair was kept loose.

“Come, Mr Handsome Host.” She held up her arm and he sneered, hating the name the children gave to him. He linked his arm through hers and guided her down the walkway, the flashing lights from the cameras making him uncomfortable. “I can’t believe you still have those piercings.” Touka smirked.

“I still can’t believe you can walk in heels. I saw how you fell earlier.” She tutted, nudging him with her elbow. Still, she kept her best smile on. “I’d love to see you try them on.” She hissed back, nodding at the bribed bouncer to let them in.

Their bickerings were silenced when they entered the building. To their sides, there was rows of slot machines, people sat in front of them mindlessly pulling down the levers as they stared blankly with their dead eyes. Tall, glass lifts stood in front of them, carrying guests up to the other floors, as well as the VIP section. Behind that was a large stage, a jazz band playing an upbeat tune with a large box in the centre, the people shoving what little they’re willing to give into it. Though that wasn’t their target for tonight - Touka and Ayato wouldn’t allow themselves to go that low, even though less than half of that money would be wasted on the government anyway. No, their target will be the VIP top floor. The easiest targets are usually the most arrogant.

Touka was about to head towards the lifts, tugging Ayato along, but his eyes seemed set on something. She followed his narrowed gaze to a familiar face. It was Nishiki, with his overly formal look, yet distant attitude that kept him apart from the crowd. With a curse, she dragged Ayato to one of the aisle of slots beside them, using the cover of another crowded group.

“He works for Kaneki. I remember his face.” Ayato said quietly, Touka biting the inside of her lip. “This is just a coincidence, right?”

“Of course it is!” Touka snapped, though she hated to believe in coincidences to begin with. “I suppose this isn’t too surprising. This is his territory after all. Shit fuck.”

“Shit fuck indeed…” They both glanced over to Nishiki, who was seemingly alone. “Look,” Ayato continued, grabbing Touka’s shoulders, “this doesn’t change anything. They won’t touch you, or rather that’s what I’m really hoping. We know how to avoid the wrong people and we don’t even see Kaneki yet.” He paused, Touka taking a deep breath. “Unless you think the risk is too much, then we can just leave. You know him better than most.”

“It’s fine. Like you said, we can handle this and I’m not leaving just because we ran into an old acquaintance.” She took the lead, Ayato trying to casually follow behind. “We just need to get to the lift.”

There was a slight queue, however, and Touka clutched her purse tightly, Ayato trying to shelter her with his back turned to Nishiki. She glanced over to him every now and again, but he seemed more uninterested if anything. It was likely Kaneki left him here to keep watch. If that was the case, then Touka prayed she wasn’t about to bump into him on the VIP floor. That’d really ruin this whole rejuvenating experience, tossing a bit more karma towards her for being a little too eager to rob from the rich. This all felt like some elaborate punishment or test, though it was as Ayato said - he wouldn’t touch her. Not after how they left it off. Ah, then maybe they should just go back home, considering all the-

Ayato murmured her name in a low voice, shoving her forward. Shaking her head, she noticed she was holding up the queue and the now empty lift waited for her to get in. Ayato slammed the button quickly as soon as Touka stepped in, scolding her for spacing out. She stared down at the floor below her, Nishiki glancing towards her as she ascended up. His eyes widened for a brief moment just when she vanished to the next floor. Ayato asked if she was okay, her palms pressed against the glass door and a nervous chill running up her spine. She continued to insist that she was fine.

“I just haven’t had this thrill in a while.” She added quickly, Ayato clearly not believing her. “Fate is just teasing us right now.”

“Someone should shoot her then. Fate, that is.” Ayato mumbled grumpily. “I know who I’m aiming for.”

“Even if we see him, we have to act natural. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see us as much as we do.” The lift slowed and the doors opened, Touka linking her arm through Ayato’s again. They are greeted with a slim hallway, a few people socialising by the large abstract art and vases that decorated this aisle, the music in the next room muffled. They stepped through the doors at the end, finding themselves in what looked like an expensive apartment. The lights were dimmed and both Touka and Ayato surveyed the room; there was a nice amount of people by the bar in one corner, a group sat on the sofas that looked out to the gorgeous view of the city and a few on the loft just above them. Dark, loud and filled with clueless chums. Perfect.

“You know the drill.” Touka said close to her brother’s ear. “You go to the loft, I’m going to the bar.”

They moved their separate ways, Touka scanning the bar for any potential targets. There were a group of three men she’d be able to catch the attention of and she’d be able to slip away just in time. She stood at the bar, ordering a small drink, and after a few very select glances towards the men, with that small bite to the lip and shy smile, they approached her. So predictable.

“What’s a fine lady like you doing here all by yourself?” One asked, leaning against the bar besides him whilst the other two surround her. “Some nasty boys will take you away if you’re not careful.” The other one said.

“Oh, you know. Waiting for my awfully late friend. The usual.” They offer their insincere sympathy, one already brushing her hair back whilst the other placed a hand around her waist. This was becoming uncomfortable. “It’s nice to have such gentlemen keep me company.”

She hated this. They just had to tease her by having their wallets in their back pockets.

“Don’t worry about that, baby. We can keep you company all night-”

“Ah, Touka! I’m so sorry I’m late!” A woman grabbed her wrist, pulling her out of the small circle of men and her eyes bulged at the sight of Rize stood in front of her. “You boys run along now. I’m sure your mothers are worried. It’s way past your bedtime after all.” They complain at first but comply, grumpy at their lost prize.

Touka continued staring blankly at her, taking her in. She was in a low-cut white, silk blouse, half of it tucked in to her ankle-length trousers. Her hair was up in a messy bun and the glasses gave her an oddly sophisticated look she hadn’t seen from her before. Nonetheless, to see her of all people was as unpleasant as it was surprising. Not to mention the fact that she completely ruined Touka’s plan.

“You owe me a drink. Nice hair, by the way.” She groaned, taking a seat at the bar. Touka tutted and sat next to her, looking over her shoulder to notice Ayato swipe someone’s purse. “I don’t owe you anything, Rize. I knew exactly what I was doing.”

“Sure, sweetheart. Better leave the nights work to me. I know you’re a lousy thief, but I’m sure you’re not that desperate.” She grinned at the now offended Touka, taking her drink from her hand. “Besides, your boyfriend is here somewhere. I just didn’t want him coming here or he’d notice me too. God knows how he can’t stand seeing you in trouble.”

“He doesn’t have anything to do with me now.” She swiped her drink back, suddenly remembering Rize’s connection to the mafia. She glared, curious as to why she also didn’t want to be associated with him, considering how she enjoyed ensnaring him in her web of lies. “What are you doing here then if not with him? Picking your clients?”

“Just one tonight.” She sighed, stretching her arms along the counter and resting her head onto them, turning to face Touka. “You see, I’m not exactly in the best circumstances right now and there is a contact I know for sure that will keep me safe. Some geezer called Dr. Kanou. He should be here tonight. Probably my only chance to get to him.” She sat up, swivelling her seat to face the rest of the room, brushing her hair back. “But unfortunately or me, Kaneki seems to have some sort of disagreement with him. Betraying loyalties or some bullshit like that. Either way, that man is my ticket to safety, so I need to get to him before that psycho does.”

Curious, Touka turned her own seat to examine the room. “What makes this guy so safe?” Rize laughed then, finishing the rest of the drink.

“He’s like a damn shadow, one I plan to get my claws on. If he can disappear as easily as he does, I want to go with him. Besides,” her head dropped then with a glum chuckle this time, “I don’t have much choice. Ah, but I don’t know why I’m telling you. You’d just betray me like the rest of them.”

Touka wanted to ask more, even if a part of her still felt bitter resentment towards the woman for playing with her like she did before. Even if those feelings had faded, there was nothing she said that could be trusted, despite how convincing this act may be. That may be putting it too cruelly and even though she had no attachment towards Kaneki, she could easily believe this woman wasn’t one to stray too close to. Her aura was as dangerous as her looks.

“Oops, there’s the tragic prince.” Rize instantly stood and disappeared into a crowd and it was only when she looked back that her eyes set on Kaneki’s figure at the other end of the room, talking to a guest. He stood out like a sore thumb with his brushed back white hair, eyepatch and blood red suit. He even had a damn cane. Pretentious cunt.

A lump started to form in her throat and she decided to follow Rize’s lead before that guy accidentally caught her eye. She stood, shoving through some people to a cut off area where the DJ was. She held her hand against her chest, her heart racing and she suddenly couldn’t remember what it was she was doing here. After a moment, she managed to calm herself, reminding herself what her goal was. Right, she wasn’t going to let this get in the way. Still, she didn’t realise how much it’d pain her to see that damn face again. Looking up, she pulled her focus back to her job, looking at the crowd before her. Her eyes landed on a group of drunken girls tumbling to the nearby bathroom and carefully, Touka followed them in.

Their voices seemed louder than the music and she decided to let their slurred conversation drown out any of her other distracted thoughts. At least no one will find her here. One girl was trying, and failing, to add another layer of lipstick onto her face, her eyes narrowed and her two friends gossiping about some guy. Touka washed her hands, watching them take off their shimmering bracelets and jeweled rings whilst placing their purses aside. They mentioned a few select names several times and they leaned clumsily against the sink counter, paying more attention onto what’s on their phones than to each other.

“Oh uh, sorry, but that guy you’re talking about - the one in the stained shirt - I saw him go into the bedroom with the blondie.” They stared at Touka for a moment in both confusion and disgust and she prayed it’d lure them away. Then one gasped a name and suddenly all the girls were yelling the same name, like some chant, as they stormed away, leaving all their valuables behind.

She started to rummage through the purses, grabbing all the cash as well as shoving the jewellery into her own bag, a mischievous smirk growing on her face. She heard the door open and she shoved her bag behind her, straightening to try to look innocent. However, she ended up dropping it at the sight of Kaneki, who was equally as stunned.

Shit.

He was dumbfounded at first, but it didn’t seem hard for him to regain his composure. He simply turned and glanced out into the hallway outside the bathroom, shutting the door until there was a small gap to peek through. Touka slowly kneeled down to grab her bag, pressing her lips together with her thoughts now muddled at this new awkward scenario. Are they meant to act like strangers now? In all honesty, she wasn’t expecting him to remain so calm, unless he was simply that good at acting. He was also blocking the exit.

“I didn’t think you’d be back to your old ways so soon.” Kaneki began, voice quiet. “If you need the money, I’d be more than happy-”

“I’m sorry. I don’t think you got the message last time. We don’t need you.” She stood, waiting for him to move, but his attention was still focused on the hallway. “And can you piss off. This is the women’s toilets.”

Ignoring her, she headed forward with the intention of shoving past him, maybe stepping on his foot whilst she was at it. Instead, however, he held her back, telling her to be quiet, his touch making her stomach flip. She scoffed at first, ready to punch him, but she then saw someone in the hallway through the crack Kaneki was looking through. The person was an old looking man, white hair neatly brushed back, creases in his forehead and his wrinkled skin a grey complexion. He was alone, talking on his phone with a content smile.

Kaneki listened patiently to the conversation and looking between them, Touka assumed this was the doctor Rize talked about just before. She wasn’t one to take sides, so luring Kaneki away from Rize’s prey was of no interest to her. Besides, she didn’t want to make any more enemies or get dragged into a whole new sinister game of kill or be killed. Even so, she was interested and so she listened along with Kaneki.

He was vague, but every now and again, snippets of information slipped out of his conversation. Touka didn’t know anything about this man besides that he was supposedly good at disappearing. He almost sounded like some wizard or magician, though he didn’t look the part. From this, she assumed that whatever this man was talking about was hinting that he may be performing another vanishing trick soon. By Kaneki’s furrowed brow and still figure, she guessed her assumption was correct.

“What is it?” Kaneki whispered, turning to face her. She hadn’t realised she was staring. She just tutted and responded that she was still waiting to leave. Kaneki looked back and Kanou was leaving, done with his phone call. “Sorry.” He moved aside, letting go of her, yet Touka hesitated for a second. Was she really expecting something? She should be glad he was being so compliant. “I really am sorry, Touka.” He added just when she about to move and her body froze up, staring at the apologetic man. “I’m really trying to stay out of your way and I didn’t think you’d be here and, uh, you…look so beautiful.”

“Don’t. I don’t want to hear it.” She headed back into the main room, her heart pounding in her chest. She didn’t expect that. She didn’t expect that at all. But it changed nothing, nothing at all. Or at least, she won’t allow it to.

Ayato was in the main area and he subtly headed towards Touka until they were both leaning against a wall hidden in the shadows. He was at first questioning her about where she went, though she brushed it aside, showing what she took. Relaxing a little, he opened his jacket to reveal more than a few prizes. She held up her hand for a high five and he grimaced, shaking his head.

“Oh come on, don’t leave me hanging!” Ayato groaned and she stubbornly kept her hand up, nudging him. “Come on. I’ll stop calling you Mr. Handsome.” Reluctantly, he caved in and he returned the high five. Touka gave a little cheer to her success. “Do you think we should carry on?”

“You’re the one in charge here. It’s your decision.” Touka looked around and spotted Kaneki leaving the toilets, making his own call. At the other side of the room, Rize was glaring at the mafia boss, perhaps scheming for a way to get through him.

“It’s getting late, we got what we needed and I don’t like how many familiar faces I’m seeing here.” She’d much rather not get caught in this weird crossfire. Ayato nodded, somewhat relieved to hear that answer, and they began walking back towards the lift. That was when Touka was suddenly held back, a firm grip on her arm. She looked back with some confusion, expecting perhaps that group of men or those drunk women. What she saw was in fact a haunting appearance; a man in a long black coat, a fedora and sunken dark eyes, skin a pasty white.

His grin cut through his sunken cheeks in a way that could only be described as nightmarish.

“I’m terribly sorry miss, but I’m searching for a young lady.” Ayato stepped forward after realising his sister wasn’t following, but two other men stepped besides him to hold him back. The man gripping Touka held up a picture resembling a younger, more frail looking version of Rize. She tried to tug her arm back, but his gloved fingers dug into her skin. “I’m waiting, miss. Well, to be fair, that was unfair of me to ask. I saw you two together not too long ago, so why don’t you tell me where she is and what she’s doing.”

Ayato struggled between the two men, protesting that they’re just visiting - he probably assumed this had something to do with their little job. Touka bit her lip, ready to deny anything this stranger was saying. That was when Kaneki appeared, Tsukiyama by his side.

“Kaiko, that’s enough. You have no power here, remember? Not whilst I’m here.” Kaiko flinched and his grip loosened, Touka snatching her arm back. “You’re ruining the party and my business here. I’d much appreciate it if you left.” He opened his jacket, presenting a gun in its holster, Tuskiyama already holding one in his hand. “Leave the beautiful lady alone. She doesn’t know where Rize is.”

Kaiko tutted, raising his hand and the two other men, dressed identically to their boss, let go of Ayato and he immediately joined his sister, who was watching the scene with an agitated glare. Kaneki glanced over to her, their eyes meeting, but he quickly moved his attention back onto the strange man. “I’m glad you could see reason.” Kaneki clapped his hands together and they started to walk away, back into the shadows whilst murmuring how he wouldn’t be able to protect Rize forever. Kaneki stared at Touka once again and Ayato took a step forward, hiding Touka behind him. “Don’t worry, I won’t do anything. If anything, I’d much rather you leave as soon as possible. You’re also getting in my way.” Tsukiyama seemed to find his boss’s comment amusing, especially with Touka hiding there.

And then they walked away, just like that, his voice calm yet cold. She hated how his attitude flickered, but she preferred he remained this way. Perhaps this was the closure she needed after two weeks of being haunted by her memory of him. Perhaps it had only made her thoughts more distorted as to what she really needed to begin with. Either way, she would rather leave it for tonight, unless the trouble decided to follow her home as it liked to do.

In the car, Ayato and Touka counted their rewards. It wasn’t as much as they had hoped, but considering it was their first time out after Touka’s kidnapping, this was plenty. It was more for the sake of getting back into practice rather than for the sake of money after all. Touka had to admit she was pretty impressed by Ayato’s capabilities; it wasn’t as if he couldn’t have done just as well before, though it was probably due to the fact that it had been so long since they’ve worked together. She was always protective over him, so even back then, she didn’t want him going out too much. Admittedly, it was nice to be able to share the responsibility this time around and neither of them were left with a fresh wound to cater to. She supposed it was best to look for the positives in these kind of scenarios.

“How are you feeling? Seeing that one eyed bastard again - it couldn’t have been easy, I mean.” He rubbed her shoulder and she thought for a moment, not exactly sure herself how to answer. “We’ll be more careful next time. Pick a less exclusive location.”

“It’s fine. I’m fine. He’s just…the ghost of christmas past to me now.”

“Touka, it’s not christmas. That didn’t make any sense.”

“It’s never too early for christmas.”

“It’s August.”

“Exactly. Only four months left.” She leaned against Ayato’s shoulder, sighing and Ayato grunted an insult under his breath. “I’ve missed you.” He stared down and then wrapped an arm around her, squeezing her tight. He wouldn’t admit it, but every moment he wasn’t able to see her has been just as painful for him.

…

Touka dumped herself onto her bed, finally done with their meeting with Yomo and she kicked off her heels, crawling onto her big bed. She had never had a room so big and spacious and it felt odd to see so little of its space filled. She’d just have to give it some time. In a way, she should be grateful she had been able to stay in such a grand mansion for some time - to be in such a nice house before would’ve made her uncomfortable. She rolled onto her back, remembering that mansion so vividly and she slapped her cheeks, forcing herself to push it away from her mind.

Then thoughts of Rize began to creep into her thoughts instead. Her presence was odd enough, but to see the strange men, Kanou and both of their involvement with Kaneki left her perplexed. As much as she didn’t want to be involved, she was nonetheless curious. Everything was connected and yet all those connections were hidden by the majority. People are more than what they appear to be and even she has somehow had an impact in these connections. Did Kaneki really know who Touka was when they first saw each other in his room? Was that really why he didn’t kill her? That was no excuse for manipulating her, for pretending he had any pity or love for her after those actions.

She couldn’t understand why and it frustrated her, yet….She wanted to meet him again. Only now she understood what she needed wasn’t a way to forget him, but a way to get the answers she wanted. All this time, she has been perplexed by his actions, by his gestures, both monstrous and gentle and now all she wanted was a way to be rid of those unwanted questions.

If only there was a way to forget.

#touken #kanetou #touka kirishima #ken kaneki #my writing

[surveys-at-your-service]

Survey #202

"a-m-e-r-i-c-a, home of the free, the sick, and the depraved."

Is there a gang problem in your area? No. Would you date an already-attached person? I'm monogamous and can't stand the idea of cheating. So no. What vaccine that you’ve received hurt the most? Oh I can't remember, I got all my vaccines waaaay back. On that note actually, vaccinate ya fuckin kids. :) Are you afraid to ask people out on dates? Well, I've never done it before. Partially because without my own vehicle or money, I couldn't really take anyone out myself. Who was the last person you hung out with? Girt. Do you watch Oprah? No. Do you drool when you sleep? Very rarely. Is there anyone you're waiting for to get on the computer/call you/txt you? It'd be fucking lovely if my previous school would give me my fucking transcript already. But communication is impossible with them. Do you put deodorant on everyday? If I'm staying home all day in my pjs and I smell fine, then no. I do if before leaving the house no matter the circumstance, and also if I just do think I need it at home. Is Pluto a planet? Pluto is a GODDAMN PLANET fucking 1v1 me if you think she's not I stg. Do you make up your own words? No. Do you know anyone who self harms? Not in the current time, thankfully. That I'm aware of, anyway. Who is the most influential person in your life right now? Sara gives me the most motivation. Do you like Gummy Bears? Yeah, man. Do you like the game Tetris? No. I don't enjoy quick, timed puzzle games like that at all. When do you normally go to bed? Nowadays it can be as early as 8, or at most ~11. Lately I've been going to bed around 9. When was the last time you did something for the first time? Early February. Which do you prefer: Valentine’s Day or Easter? Valentine's. Do you wait until the last minute to decorate, or do you decorate early? We're usually more last-minute. What’s your favorite Starbucks drink? N/A What do you use to sweeten your tea? N/A Which dollar store do you like best? *shrugs* Have you ever owned an expensive eyeshadow palette? No. What’s one challenge you want to complete for youtube? N/A If you make youtube videos, do you have a posting schedule? No. When was the last time you stepped outside of your comfort zone? Probably recently? Can't recall what. Do you own a tripod for your camera? Yeah. Would you rather go to London, Paris, or Tokyo? Probably Tokyo. Were you a bigger fan of Lindsay Lohan or Hilary Duff? Hilary Duff. Which Olsen twin was your favorite: Mary-Kate or Ashley, and why? I remember like, nothing about them. Do you make Halloween costumes out of clothes from your closet? If I wanna dress up, that's pretty much my only option. Do you enjoy putting outfits together? I'm indifferent. What does your umbrella look like? It's just black. Do you like stuffed animals? YES. Were there any subjects that you got a perfect SAT score in? If so, what? Well, this is pretty relevant (I need the scores to resume school). I'm so sure I took it, but apparently not... Do you spent more time in your bedroom or your living room? I live in my room. Do you name stuffed animals still? Not usually. Do you still own your favorite Barbie? I wasn't into Barbies. What’s the most rebellious thing you’ve ever done? I dunno. What’s your favorite thing about yourself? I'm really, really passionate. Have you ever celebrated Valentine’s Day when you were single? No. Do you have any family members that you’ve never met? Plenty of my extended family, and then I don't know one of my sisters. If you’re from the US, what states have you lived in? Just North Carolina. Who was your best roommate? Well it was my then-boyfriend, his best friend, his friend's then-gf, and myself, so I'd obviously choose Jason. What types of YouTube videos are your favorite to watch? Mark's ego ones are my all-time favorites, but if you mean like a general category, let's plays. Which do you watch more: TV, YouTube, or movies? I almost exclusively watch YT. Have you ever wanted to be a model? No. What years did you attend prom? '12 and '14. Do you like your name how it’s spelled? I'm fine with it, but I'd prefer "Brittney," as it's spelled more accurately in terms of how it's pronounced. Did you ever want to be famous? No. Who was your first online friend? Emma. Peruse your bookshelf. Which genre dominates? I don't have one/I don't really read. Does mail get delivered to your door or do you have a mailbox outside? There's a box. If you got a gift card for 50 [your currency], what would you get? I'd save it. Are you good at trivia games? Noooo. If you wear makeup, what’s the most outrageous color you use? I don't use anything unordinary, if I even wear any. What’s the longest song you’ve ever listened to? Shit dude, I'm not sure. "Free Bird" is definitely up there. Do you like garlic bread? Give me ALL of it. Would you ever date someone who didn’t believe in marriage? No; I personally want to be married, so that'd cause some issues. I'd also be concerned that they're not as committed to the relationship as me. What’s the funniest book you’ve ever read? I recall Bite Me: A Love Story by Christopher Moore being pretty funny. Do you think most teenagers are becoming vegetarians just to look cool? No? Have you ever tried climbing a tree? No. When’s the last time you ate a taco? I hate tacos. Would you be more likely to kill yourself or die getting shot? Idk. I've lived through suicidal eras before, and I don't see why I'd be a target to be shot. So it's sad to say, but probably kill myself on impulse. I don't see that ever happening, but just answering the question. 3 things you like to learn about: Meerkats, Mark (look I really don't mean it in a creepy way, I'm just genuinely interested in learning about him), and conspiracy theories. What’s something you could debate about for hours? WOW, never make me do that. Debating gives me anxiety attacks in extreme cases. Has anyone ever called you charming? Maybe? Do you own a pearl necklace? No. What chances do you think you have of becoming a divorcee? Very small; I'm super, super picky with relationships and wouldn't dare marry someone if I had doubts. Would you prefer a black or white cellphone, or a bright colored one? Colored. Does your mom, dad, or siblings play any instruments? No. Your last ex: how did you two get together? He finally admitted he liked me, and though I wasn't totally sure how I felt about him (bf or bro), I decided to give it a shot. What’s the best food for sleepovers? You can't fail with pizza. Does your mom dye her hair? Sometimes, when she's annoyed enough by the gray. If yes, does she deny that she does? No. Are ‘personal response’ essays painful to write for you? Back in school, not at all. How far can you run without breaking a sweat? WHOA girl who told you I RUN??????????? Do you/your parents have any creepy pictures or painting up on the wall? I've been told the Silent Hill stuff is creepy. What’s the best kind of video game? (Adventure, shooting, etc) Horror. I just think it's super cool how something not real can terrify you or literally stop you from moving forward. Do you know anyone who has road rage? MY YOUNGER SISTER. How would you react if your mom got a lip piercing? WOW. I'd be stunned all right. What/who do you take the most pictures of? Nature. Have you been in a play? In elementary and Sunday school. Fries or onion rings? Fries. Do you have a grandparent who refuses to go to an old folk’s home? I only have one, and no, she's still capable of caring for herself. Have you ever made an article of clothing yourself? If so, what was it? No. Do you go to arcades? If so, what’s your go-to game at one? No, but I am SO determined to at least go to one with the Silent Hill arcade game that's incredibly rare. If you were a fantasy character, would you be a warrior, a mage or a rogue? Mage. What tempts you frequently? Tattoos the moment I have money in my hand akdslfjawoei. What’s something that will always distract you from what you’re doing? Loud noises or talking at any volume. Who is the most wonderful, amazing person in your life right now? Sara. My Sara Jane 110%. <3 Do you carry a backpack, a shoulder bag, or a purse? A purse. What’s something attractive in a member of your own gender? I'll answer physically and mentally. Physical: godDAMN do hips do it for me. Mentally: an open, questioning mind hungry to learn. What’s something repulsive in a member of your own gender? Physical: just bad hygiene. I don't find any bodily feature in specific as "repulsive." Mentally: A know-it-all, bitchy attitude. Do your pets sleep next to you at night? Roman always starts off in my bed, usually right beside my head (which is SO damn cute), but occasionally he moves around to other places. Teddy also starts off on the bed if he wants up, but typically jumps down after a while to go to the couch instead. What’s the farthest country you’ve met someone from? Irl, Japan. Online buddies, Australia. Who is your favorite movie villain? Harley Quinn from Suicide Squad, probably. Man, mentioning it makes me wanna watch it again. Or maybe Dark Alessa from the first SH movie as she wonderfully played for a child (she's the youngest nominee ever for the Emmy's AND Genies, y'all) and a truly intimidating character. What’s your favorite flavor of mousse? I don't even remember how it tastes. Do you prefer fruit or berries? ... Berries are fruit? But I get what you're asking, and I think "normal" fruit, despite my favorite fruit being strawberries. Have you ever kept a food diary? I don't believe so. Have you ever calculated whether you get enough minerals and vitamins in your diet? Not myself, but doctors have determined I don't. I know I had a sickening deficit of vitamin D, though; I have to take the vitamin twice a week now. Have you ever had a controlling boyfriend/girlfriend? No. Have you ever written a love letter to someone as a joke? That's fucking evil. No. Was your first kiss romantic? It was cute. I guess kinda romantic. Have you ever liked anyone that was in a relationship with someone else? Yes. Have you ever tried to break up anyone because YOU liked the guy/girl? No. Did you ever think someone didn’t like you, but come to find out they really did? I wasn't sure if Sara liked me /romantically/. If you were a school, what would your mascot be? Uhhh I'm not sure. Which of Taylor Swift’s music videos is your favorite? I don't listen to her, nor have I seen her music videos. Do you like your mom’s wedding dress? I don't know if I've ever seen it but in old pictures maybe. Who was the last person to hurt you tremendously? Probably Mom. Have you tried Wii Fit? Yeah, it's a great way to lose weight and tone up. Who did you last make food for? Besides myself, Sara. Have you ever taken a survey while drunk or high? No. Do you have any relatives in a mental hospital? No. Have you ever worn those Drunk Goggles? Yeah, once in D.A.R.E. Can you agree to disagree, or usually get upset over conflicting views? Agree to disagree is pretty easy for me. Rodeos – entertaining, or cruel? FUCK-ING CRUEL. HOW IS IT STILL LEGAL. Who is the best female rocker? Why? As far as singing goes, I looove Angela Gossow from Arch Enemy. The new singer is fine, too. What color of roses do you find the prettiest? A pink/peach gradient sort of one. Or just red. Do you draw fanart of anything? Not regularly at all, but I have before. Do you like the smell of books? Not very much. What’s on your Reading List, so-to-speak, right now? Nothing. Favorite thing to see in museums? Fossils. What things have people shamed you for? Certain controversial opinions, supposedly always wanting pity when I absolutely don't, etc. Do you always reply to private messages? (On any website) Usually, unless they're creepy or it's someone trying to sell a product. Do you like knock-knock jokes? No, I find zero humor in them. Do you prefer earphones or the ear-muff style headphones? Muffs; they block out external sound more and are generally of a higher audio quality. What is one way someone could completely put you off on a first date? Rudeness. What about a way someone could make you like them more on a first date? A good sense of humor. What was the last music video you watched? Did you like it? No clue. Does your voice change when you talk to certain people? Yeah. What’s your favorite chocolate in the valentine box? The ones filled with fudge. What’s your favorite thrift store? *shrugs* Would you ever share your most embarrassing moment publicly? No. Do you eat yogurt a lot? No; not a big fan. What’s a condition you have that you haven’t been officially diagnosed with? None; my issues are diagnosed. ACTUALLY, I still question if I have a tamer form of BPD, but my therapist sees just bipolarity in me, despite fitting quite a few of the qualifiers for an official diagnosis. Oh yeah, I also know I have carpal tunnel, but I'm not diagnosed with it. Which one of your parents do you think is smarter? Oh jeez. I love you, Dad, but Mom is in most areas. My father has ZERO common sense (where I got it from, I'm sure) and has to hear something five billion times before he understands. Which parent do you think you inherited your intelligence level from? Mom. Do you store your bike in a garage for the winter? I don’t have a bike. Have you ever had a professional make-over? No. Have you ever had a professional photo shoot? When my sisters and I were very young, we always got Easter pictures done. As an adult, no. What’s your favorite way to style your hair? I can't really style it much at the length it is, but what I do prefer is having the short hair on the left side of my head positioned towards my face to help conceal the part in my hair that goes from "boy-short" to a bit longer. Also, I just don't enjoy it as much angled down. What irritates you about your daily life? Being alone nearly all day with not a damn thing to do. Doing the same shit every single day gets old. And fast. What makes you feel more creative? Above anything else, MUSIC. It plays such an influence in my drawings and story development. What’s your anti-depressant? Show me Mark laughing his ass off at that stupid "shoosh" thing or watching meerkats be cute. Music can be, sometimes. What’s your favorite fragrance? I'm assuming you mean things like perfume? In that case, something subtle and fresh, like a weak floral sort. Ever found something disgusting in your food while eating out? I don't believe so. Do you ever babysit? No. I did it once in my life years upon years ago for my former neighbor, and while she was a good kid, I was CLUELESS on what to do/how to really interact as much as an adult should with a toddler. Then changing a diaper, jfc. Thank God she hadn't shit in it, because then it woulda been all over. I was only less stressed when Jason came over because hi former man/baby heart throbbing that used to make my abstinent uterus cry, how are ya. We ended up all on the couch together napping, so I mean, I guess mission accomplished???? But yeah, never will again. What is your favorite medication that you take, and why? Latuda + Lamictal played a massive part in literally saving my life. What color hair did your first crush have? Brown, I think? Would you rather do a craft project or a science experiment? Totally a science experiment. What was the last thing you spray-painted? My hair probably for some Halloween event, I think? Do you paint rocks and hide them in your town? ... Is this a thing?????????? Do you have any cousins who look like you? No. What color band and stone does your class ring have? I didn't get one. What’s one thing you are bad at drawing? Hands. HANDS. Can you see the mountains from where you live? No. Did you ever play pranks on April Fool’s Day? Not anymore. Have you ever played a prank and later regretted it? I've mentioned before my sister, our neighbor, and I had a phase of being asshole kids making prank phone calls, so that. Does chronic illness keep you from doing the things you want to do? Not exactly; I guess a good metaphor would be it's like being a chained dog with the leash about to break. I can't seem to get to some places yet, but I'm putting sincere effort into overcoming those limitations. Do you part your hair on the left side, right side, or in the middle? Left. Do you have bangs? No. Do you think you look good with bangs? NO. When was the last time you got an injection? I believe when I was getting a cavity filled at the dentist, so I had numbing shots. How often do you charge your phone? Depends on how much it's used, but maybe every other day, usually? In a house fire, what three things would you save? My mom, dog, and snake. How long is the journey to get to school or work? N/A Where did you meet your best friend? YouTube. Do you use body wash, shower gel, or soap? Body wash. Do you use public transport regularly? No. Who do you usually say hello or good morning first? Mom sometimes or one of the pets. Have you ever had to work while there was a film crew at your work place? No. What’s your favorite color of carnation? I just looked up pictures to remember what they were, and I really like those white and pink ones. Do you/have you worked a job where you could bring leftover food home from? No. Who or what greets you at the door every time you come home? Teddy and Bentley. Do you ever chat about your favorite video games with your friends? Silent Hill, yes. I'm an admin on its wiki, so pay attention to everything that's going on and contribute to blog posts/forums if I'm not a lazy shit that doesn't wanna read long things. Girt and I talk about World of Warcraft occasionally. Have you ever supported anyone’s Kickstarter? If so, what was it? No. What do you like in your omelet? I haven't had an omelet in, God, forever, but I love the ones with American cheese and bits of ham. Are you currently studying a language? If so, which one? None currently. Do you have free tickets for anything that need to be used soon? Idk. How many things do you remember from the first few years of your life? Oh, boy. I have incredible long-term memory, but it only spans back so far, and I don't know how many years qualifies as just "the first few." I'm also HORRIBLE at categorizing events by age. But w/e, just gonna guesstimate like, 1-4. 1.) I watched my insane brother go down the slide of our playset into the essential lake Hurricane Floyd caused in our yard; 2.) lots of things in pre-k, 3.) being babysat, and our first one always gave Nicole and me moonpies; 4.) going to an absolutely awful daycare where I had my hand slapped by a teacher just for unknowingly going into the wrong room to pick up a toy during playtime (I literally sobbed my lungs out until Mom got me, and she never took me back); 5.) mentioning her, I had AWFUL separation anxiety; 6.) I very publicly had a M E N T A L  B R E A K D O W N before I got my blood drawn for the first time (at least at the age where I could understand what was about to happen); 7.) playing with my best friend; and that's all for now. I'm sure there's a whole lot more. NONONONONONO WAIT. So this is super specific, but boy do I remember it. Nap time. Nope. The teacher would have quiet instrumental music on, and I remember so well that if "Für Elise" came on, I would secretly be crying on my "bed" with this random vision of my mom literally melting while looking horrified. Look, I don't. I don't understand either. A child's brain is one hell of an artist. What is something that you would you say you have an advanced knowledge of? Will I ever answer questions like these with anything other than "meerkats?" What is a restaurant that you would never eat at? Anything sketchy, for one. If it doesn't look decently hygienic, I'm not touching anything there. What historical event do you have an advanced knowledge of? HA, none. What is a phrase that you use that you don’t hear many other people use? I dunno. Well, there's "gg" ("good game"=[usually] sarcastic "good job"), which is pretty much gamer terminology; I've said it before in front of people and yeah, didn't understand. Who’s the last person you told a secret to? Either Sara or Mom, idr. Which side of the bed do you sleep on? I sleep more towards the middle of my bed, but I am closer to the left side. Are you currently looking for a job? I'm desperate enough for a job that I'm in vocational rehab. Think that's a sufficient answer. Is there anything currently hurting on your body? Surprisingly not. When was the last time you were told you were cute? *shrugs* Who was the last person to smoke a cigarette in your presence? Dad or Kim, I think. Do your parents really know you? Mom, for sure. I don't feel that Dad truly knows me deeply. Like he's familiar with some things I enjoy and my timidness, but I think that's... kinda it? I mean I'm a whoooole different person from what I was when he left, and there were a couple years before I spoke to him again, so that's a large period of time to change. I do know some of our political/moral beliefs are inverse of each other, and I've got a feeling just from me knowing him that he likely doesn't take mental illness like depression very seriously, and with me being. Me. Disorders are apparently attracted to me. But seriously, as I wrote, I don't know if that's at all true. Honestly who was the first person to tell you they love you? Romantically or platonically? I can pretty much guarantee my mom was the first person to say that ever, but romantically, idk. Probably one of those two boys that wouldn't leave me alone for anything.in pre-k, though I think it's quite obvious neither loved me at that age. Have you ever broken up with someone and become bitter enemies? No. Were you ever obsessed with Vitamin Water? I don't think I've ever even tried it. Have you ever had a weird dream and obsessed over what it might mean? No, as I don't feel they have any strange/"special" meanings. Or do you usually forget about your dreams? And then there's also that. Which languages can you speak? English, some simple German. Which language do you speak the most and why? English, because I was raised speaking it. What celebrities, if any, have you seen naked? None. I know, SHOCKING. Have you ever seen anybody naked by accident? Yeah. Have you ever wondered what somebody looks like naked? Sure. Have you ever had a sexual fantasy about a celebrity? I plead the 5th. Do you think guys look good in makeup? You ROCK THAT SHIT, QUEEN. Do you like using clay and/or peel-off masks for skincare? I like face masks, but it's not something we buy. Instead I just use Biore charcoal scrub. If you have a job, who’s your closest friend at work? N/A Is there an automatic fog light in your yard? No. What’s your go-to activity when you’re bored? Surveys, usually. Have you ever worked in an office? No.

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