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reidmotif · 9 months

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Coffee and Consequences

Summary: Reader joins the BAU, and Spencer seems insistent on being a problem for her.

Request: pls i am such a sucker for angst/smut, can you do one where spencer is closed off and cold to a new recruit, and it upsets her, so she tries to get him to like her, which leads to an argument and confession, with soft smut?

Couple: Spencer Reid/Fem!Reader

Category: Smut/Light Angst (Happy Ending)

Content Warning: Reader POV, little shit Spencer, oral sex (f recieveing), gunshot wound/typical canon violence, unprotected sex

Word Count: 6.1k

Upon starting at the BAU, I believed there was no question about me, especially when it came to my skills and ability to perform my job. From stellar recommendations from my superiors at the Academy, to general demeanor and tact, there was no question about whether or not my success was imminent. Most of the team were more than elated to welcome me to the small family they’d built over the years, despite my younger age than most of them, which I was eternally grateful for.

Most, being the keyword in that sentence. Since I’d begun, there’d been one thorn in my roses, the bane of my existence, you might say. Spencer fucking Reid. I’m aware of the fact that not everyone could like me, that was a given. I'm an FBI agent, for god’s sake. To expect warmth and friendship from everyone would be naive and lead to disappointment in any given scenario.

But Jesus Christ, this was getting absolutely ridiculous.

I consistently replayed the events of our first meeting. In an attempt to make a good first impression, (which seems stupid, in hindsight) I brought coffee to each of my new co-workers, hoping to establish myself as a friendly, non-threatening presence in their lives. I’d covertly asked Emily for help, as within the interviews and background checks required to even be considered for a position in the BAU, there was a certain camaraderie and friendship forged through the continued exposure to each other.

Emily advised me carefully, understanding the intentions behind the act, and being more than happy to help. “JJ likes vanilla lattes, nothing too fancy. Rossi is a little simpler, a Caffe Americano.” I spoke, and continued to go through my team’s regular orders, until there was hesitation on a somewhat infamous name, one that I myself was already intrigued by. “Spencer’s an easy order to remember, but you have to make sure you get it right.”

I found myself nodding, the seriousness of Emily’s words striking me- momentarily finding myself forgetting that they were speaking about something as mundane as coffee. "Emily spoke slowly, as if I was advising a child. 'Reid likes black coffee, but you have to make sure to add extra sugar.'" I nodded quickly, "Alright, black coffee with extra sugar, got it-" Emily interrupted me abruptly. "No, no. You're not hearing me, extra sugar. I mean a lot, okay? Otherwise, he quite literally won't drink it."

I found myself chuckling a little bit, thinking about the image of Spencer Reid I’d built up in my head before I’d even met him. I knew he had been framed and had endured a considerable time in prison. I was also aware of his intelligence, a natural by-product of all the papers he’d written, and how many of his own techniques in geographic profiling were referenced during my time in the Academy. Working with him seemed like a dream come true. The idea of a grown man needing as much sugar in his coffee as Emily made it seem added just a bit of charm to the already positive perception I’d had of him.

In the coffee shop, I carefully recited the orders of my new teammates, taking extra caution in advising the barista that the black coffee needed extra sugar. I could tell the patrons behind me were definitely annoyed, but it didn’t matter. First impressions matter more. Even after my incessant requests about sugar, I took the time to open the lid of the steaming black coffee to add in 3 extra packets of brown sugar provided at the customization station in the back of the coffee shop. I could tell the barista was boring holes into the back of my head, and I honestly wasn’t surprised or could blame her. At this point, the sugar had to be more than the coffee itself. I gave a satisfied grin to myself, knowing I’d followed Emily’s directions and the possibility of friendship with someone I’d already come to admire wasn’t something far-off to wish for.

God, was I wrong.

I approached the bullpen cautiously, being greeted by an assortment of new faces. I quickly matched names to descriptors that had been given to me from Emily. I then noticed one face that hadn’t greeted me yet, sat alone in the back with his nose in a book. I couldn’t discern the title, which I quickly figured was due to the fact that the book appeared to be some European language I’d most likely never even heard of. The man had a mess of brown hair on his head, and even from across the room I could tell it was curling softly near the nape of his neck. He was handsome. More handsome than I had pegged him for. I knew almost immediately that this had to have been the infamous Spencer Reid, and I cautiously approached him, flashing a small smile.

He heard me a mile away, looking up quickly and putting away his book. His eyes seemed to size me up, and he didn’t seem to return my smile. I knew better than to shake hands with him, being predisposed to his germaphobe nature and instead held out the coffee, almost as if it was a peace offering.

“Hi, uh. I’m the new recruit, I believe Emily warned you all about me and I just wanted to introduce myself. (Y/N). That’s my name. It’s nice to meet you.” I said, a little dumbly, still holding the coffee out. I quickly realized I hadn’t explained the reasoning behind the coffee cup and quickly added, “Coffee. I asked Emily about how you liked it. And brought it. So, yeah.” I said. I was aware of how awkward this conversation was becoming, considering I was still holding out the cup, like an idiot, and he hadn’t said a word to me yet. He nodded, taking the coffee cup from me and placing it on his desk. “Dr Reid. Welcome.” His greeting was short, but I tried not to let it bother me. Perhaps he wasn’t as forthcoming to strangers, nevermind that. The coffee was enough. I smiled, again, hoping to make my intentions clear. “Nice to meet you, Dr Reid.”

I turned back, feeling satisfied. I’d done what I’d come there to do. Except a sound from behind me alerted me that maybe I was a bit early to assume that, because when I’d turned around, an incredibly displeased Dr Reid was throwing away his coffee- the coffee I had brought! That I’d waited for in a morning rush for, that I’d taken the time to add even more sugar to- that coffee! In the trash! His eyes met mine as he dropped it into the trashcan near his desk, shuddering a bit as he did so. He didn’t even look apologetic.

I approached him, a bit upset and sad, but there was caution in my tone, not wanting to offend him before he even had a chance to know me. “Dr Reid, I’m sorry was the coffee-” Dr Reid quickly interrupted me. “Did Emily not tell you my order?” He asked, a little bit of sharpness to his tone.

Okay, so this guy took his coffee seriously. Emily was not kidding around.

“Um, yes-” He interrupted again. “Yes? Are you sure?” He said, a bit of condescension in his tone. Okay, holy shit. All this over coffee? “Very sure.” I responded, confidently. “Black, with extra sugar- I even put extra at the counter.” I added this, trying to convey that while I was sorry it wasn’t to his liking, it’s not like I didn’t try. That had to count for something, right?

Wrong. Spencer Reid did not seem like the type of man who cared about trying. He retorted with, “Well, it wasn’t enough.” And with that, he shuffled to the breakroom, seemingly to make his own coffee.

It seemed like from there, things only got worse. In one of my first cases, I quickly made a quip about the statistics on suburban murders, hoping to add some valuable information to the conversation. I tried hard not to overpower anyone and stay in my lane as the resident newbie, but Spencer seemed to take personal offense to it, going out of his way to argue that it meant nothing. I fired back, hoping to affront my point but Reid quickly cut me off.

“You’re new, alright? And young. It’s granted that you should be clueless when it comes to some of these things.” His words, although somewhat true, were accompanied by a harsh tone and a coldness in his voice. What could’ve been well-meaning advice from a senior agent on the team was clearly not that at all. All signs pointed to one thing: He absolutely hated me.

For all I tried, it seemed like he only disliked me more. It wasn’t unnoticed by my teammates, how he’d dismiss me. I was aware of my newness, of my inexperience, how this team had had years to grow around each other before I was ever even considered for this position, but it seemed with the more time I spent at the BAU, Spencer’s disdain only increased. He seemed to go out of his way to not sit by me on the jet, or how he seemed absolutely uninterested in anything involving me. I understood that not everyone would like me, but a bit of respect would be nice. I didn’t need friendship, just his tolerance, and even that seemed out of reach for Dr Spencer Reid.

Eventually, this led to the dynamic we harbored now. A year into the BAU, and instead of a friendship, or even acquaintanceship, it was constant bickering. It’s not like I wanted to argue- he just made it impossible for me to find footing within the BAU. I obviously stood up for myself, but was met with resistance from the doctor, and so the cycle continued.

Still, despite the obvious dislike Reid harbored for me, it wasn’t like that magically made him dumb, or any less attractive to me. His intelligence was as impressive as I’d expected it to be, if not even moreso. I watched in real-time as the cogs in his mind turned, his slender fingers finding a point on the side of his mouth to tap, before stopping and sharing what he’d just thought of. He was brilliant, and no one could take that away from him

However, in this particular case we were currently dealing with, it seemed that brilliance simply didn’t matter, because how could someone like him be so absolutely stupid?

The hostage situation we were dealing with was tricky, to say the least. Multiple civilians, and a trigger happy unsub. Any experienced agent would be at a loss when handling something like this, but Spencer seemed confident. He’d been pushing to storm the building, citing that more people would get hurt the longer they allowed the unsub to continue making demands. I found myself wholeheartedly disagreeing, attempting to put my foot down and be heard. I found that perhaps, through negotiations, we could not only save the civilians, but walk away with zero people hurt. Naturally, this caused commotion between the senior agent and myself.

“Reid, I’ve told you for the millionth time that this unsub can’t be approached like this!” I whisper-yelled, clearly fed up with Spencer by this point. He questioned every decision of mine, and it's gotten to me.

“(Y/N), you’ve dealt with maybe 3 hostage situations in your life. This isn’t something for you to take point on. We have civilians in there, and it’s more important we save them.” He responded, in his own hiss.

“You’re being ridiculous!” I retorted.

“You’re naive!” He shot back.

We’d clearly reached a head when it came to this. Spencer huffed, rolling his eyes. “I’m using my seniority here. We’re going to give the go-ahead to SWAT and make our way into the building.”

I found myself returning the gesture. “Spencer- '' I began, only to be interrupted.

“Dr Reid.” He corrected, venom in his voice.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” I replied, furrowing my brows.

“What?” He countered, seeming calm, but his eyes gave away simply how determined he was to win this.

“This is a terrible idea.” I said, firmly. “Someone’s going to get hurt.”

“Oh, and how do you know that?” Spencer quipped. “Is it your years of experience in the field? Or your time spent as an FBI agent?” He said, sarcastically.

“I understand I don’t have as much experience as you, but-” I started, but I found myself cut off by him again. Bastard. He never let me finish my sentences. “Exactly.” He responded, calmly. “You don’t have as much experience. I know what I’m doing. Let’s go.” And with that, he walked, leaving me to simply follow. God, I fucking hated that guy. Forget the intelligence, none of that mattered when he was such a dick.

As they entered the warehouse doors behind SWAT, I knew that it was wrong. Something was off. We’d profiled this unsub as the dominant type, and an egotistical personality that wouldn’t allow for a partner. It was a part of the profile that they were sure of. It was part of the reason why Spencer was so confident of going in.

Upon entering though, the SWAT team had a clear shot of the unsub, but in a split second, there were shots heard from an entirely different part of the warehouse. From the direction in which Spencer was directly in line of.

It wasn’t like I thought about it, maybe if I had, I wouldn’t have done it. It was based on pure instinct. I found myself in front of Spencer Reid, the man who’d questioned my every decision since I’d begun my job, taking a bullet for him. Maybe he was right, maybe I was an idiot.

I heard the gunshot first, then felt the cold floor pressing into my cheek where I’d been knocked down. Then a tight pressure in my arm. I finally looked down, seeing a bloom of red appear under my dress shirt where a bullet had struck, away from the vest I wore to prevent this sort of thing. I took in a sharp breath of air, eyes widening as my breathing began to quicken. I rolled onto my back, only to be met with Spencer’s concerned and frightened expression above me. I heard ins and outs of his speech into his receiver, as I faded in and out of consciousness.

“Yes! We have an agent down. We need medic, now!” He yelled. I watched him in fascination, his face currently seeming to be the only thing I could focus on besides the overwhelming burning that I felt. I heard him speak to me, calmly. “Y/N? Stay with me, okay? You need to stay conscious. Okay?” He spoke to me calmly, but the waver in his voice was unmistakable. I found my eyelids growing heavier as I nodded.

It wasn’t long until I came to, groggily opening my eyes to see Spencer’s concerned face looking back at me. I heard his voice, soft and distant.

“(Y/N)..?” Spencer said, cautiously.

“Dr Reid?” was my response. I was still a bit dizzy, and a bit confused about my whereabouts.

“You were shot.” He replied, immediately. “In your arm.” He added, as if that wasn’t already obvious.

I found myself chuckling, “Yeah, I can tell.” I said, my eyes meeting his. His expression was a bit unreadable, a mix between sternness and apprehension. I watched him, as his gaze shifted and he bit his lip. “You took it for me.” He said, suddenly. “The bullet, I mean.” He continued. “It would’ve hit me if you hadn’t gotten in the way.”

“Gotten in the way?” I questioned, raising an eyebrow.

“Gotten in the way.” He repeated back to me, his face hard.

“Are you upset I took a bullet for you?” I said, furrowing my brows, my lips parting in shock. Was this guy serious?

“Yes.” He said, his voice angry. “What were you thinking?” His voice wavered with anger and another emotion I couldn’t quite discern in that moment.

“I wasn’t thinking, I just-”

“Exactly.” He responded, harshly. “You weren’t thinking.” He said, his voice reaching a volume I’d never heard before, granted, it was still collected, but I’d never seen this side of him.

I contemplated how to respond to this, actually not being able to believe that he could be mad at me for something like this. Yes, it was brash but- he didn’t get shot! Isn’t that a plus? His voice broke my thoughts, now a bit more shaky, softer. “Do you have any idea what that would mean? If you’d been hurt worse, what that would mean for me?” He said, looking right at my face, into my eyes with a blaze. “What you mean to me?”

I found myself unable to respond, still not being able to grapple with what he was saying. What he was implying. “Sorry?” I asked, softly.

“(Y/N)..” He said, softly. His own expression mirrored my confusion mixed with longing I’d never seen before on him. Especially when he looked at me. His hand brushed across my face, moving some hair that had drifted near my eye. I held my breath as he did so, watching as his tongue slipped out to wet his bottom lip, still watching intently. I felt my lips slightly part as he came closer, unsure what was going to happen in this moment, but regardless, my gaze was intently trained on his.

In a split second though, the sounds of the rest of the BAU filtered into the hospital room. They jumped away from each other, Spencer now 4 feet away from me. Emily came up to my bedside, looking at the wound.

The typical chastisement came, and the general choruses of appreciation that I was still alive. The diagnosis revealed that (Y/N) would be just fine, given I remembered to clean my wound liberally and change the bandages.

In about a week, I found myself discharged. I was given about 2 more weeks to rest at my apartment. I assumed the time would be enough to forget the strange moment I’d had in the hospital room. At some points, if I tried hard enough, I could convince myself it hadn’t happened at all. The tenderness in his eyes, the way his gaze drifted to my lips, so subtle it could’ve as easily been a figment of imagination. I shook my head, as if I could rid myself of all the feelings I’d harbored about that specific moment. I made my way to the kitchen, grabbing a fresh-set of bandages to apply on the recovering wound, wincing as I peeled away the layers of gauze to reveal the injury. As I began to apply the anti-septic, I began to wrap the gauze, until I heard a knock at my apartment door.

I put down the gauze, looking through the peephole and being surprised to see the senior agent that had been haunting my thoughts for the past few weeks. I opened the door quickly, meeting his pensive gaze.

“Can I come in?” He said, quickly, almost if he didn’t say the words fast enough, he’d bolt the other direction. I sensed the confusion about his own actions, and opened the door wider, allowing him to push past me into my apartment. He noticed the gauze, and the open wound, and raised an eyebrow.

“I was changing the gauze, sorry.” I said, explaining the sight on my kitchen table. He immediately took a step towards the table, picking up the bandages. “Let me help.” He said, quietly, motioning for me to sit down.

I found myself sitting, out of pure habit of obeying him, but still shook my head.

“Dr Reid, no, it’s fine.” He quickly shook his head, mirroring my previous actions, already beginning to take my arm, his light touches on my bare skin shooting a shiver up my spine. This was noticeable to him, him immediately retracting his hand.

“Sorry, did I hurt you?” He asked, softly.

I found myself shaking my head. “No, no. Sorry. Just. Continue.” I said, trying to get the words out without looking at him. I suddenly remembered the strangeness of this situation, and forced myself to calm down as he began to carefully wrap the bandages around my injury, swallowing and looking up.

“Dr Reid, why are you here?” I asked, carefully. I made sure that my tone was neutral, not trying to express displeasement, but still a bit confused about his intentions here.

“You took a bullet for me.” He replied, simply, as if that explained why he was in my apartment, looming over me as he tenderly wrapped gauze over my arm, looking at me with the gentlest gaze I’d ever seen on him. I sighed, locking eyes with him. “I know, but-” He interrupted. “No, (Y/N), you don’t know.”

Immediately, the rage returned to my eyes, the months of dismissal I’d faced from him flooding back in a moment, and those emotions came to full light in that moment. my brows furrowed, my face turning sour. “Oh, I don’t know, Spencer?” I said, sneering at him. “Am I too young, too stupid, too inexperienced for you?” I question, sarcastically. “Am I so dumb, that I wasn’t aware of what I was doing when I stepped in front of you?!” I say, my voice practically yelling at him now.

“Yes.” He whispered, dangerously close.

“Excuse me?”

“Yes. You weren’t aware.” He says, repeats, softer this time. “It’s the only way any of this makes sense. That.. that you were so unaware, so blinded that you weren’t thinking when you stepped in front of me.” He said, quietly, remaining just as close as before.

“I wasn’t.” I said, firmly, my brows still furrowed but the tension slowly left my face, being replaced with a softness.

“Why did you do it then?” He said, dropping his gaze as he began to focus more on the bandages. “I haven’t been very forthcoming with you since you’ve begun your time at the BAU.”

“Ah, so you’ve noticed.” I said, trying to make humor of the situation, but it came out a bit more breathless and dry. I was aware of the intimacy of the situation, and it seemed my body was catching up. I could physically feel the way my cheeks were heating up, and how they were close enough that I could see every breath that exhaled from his lips. How, despite everything, I still desperately wanted to kiss him at that moment.

I couldn’t be crazy, when he secured the bandages and slowly trailed his eyes over my figure, sitting in front of him. I saw the same desire I felt, reflected in his eyes, and I found myself biting my lip. What the fuck was going on?

“So why’d you do it?” He repeated, still looking at me.

“It felt natural, I..” I trailed off, trying to find the words to explain what I had felt in that split-second, but instead went with the simplest retelling my brain could manage, considering how close he was. “I didn’t want you to get hurt.” I said, looking at him. “I.. I care about you.”

I felt stupidly vulnerable. His breath fanned over my face, and I bit my lip. I waited for him to say something, anything, staring anxiously at his face.

“I’m a good profiler, you know.” He says, softly.

I chuckle a little at this, moving away so the tension can be relieved. “Trust me, I’m reminded of that every day.” I said, feeling like the distance between them was now more manageable, allowing me to talk.

But in a moment, he closed that distance to its predecessor, just as close as they were a moment ago. “You learn a lot about body language. Not just by learning to profile, but through years of experience. It just comes naturally, reading people. You can’t really turn it off. It’s like trying to forget how to breathe.” I hung onto his every word, and found my breath hitching when he directed his monologue to me.

He gently inquires, “Do you understand?”

I nod, looking up at him, as he inches closer.

“So I hope you’ll understand and not take offense when I say I’ve been profiling you.” He pauses. “Would you like to know what I’ve found out?” He says, looking right into my eyes at this point.

My brain is screaming at me to say no, to not take the bait that he was dangling right in front of me, and to not cross that line tonight. Because, surely, that’s where this was going. I had a sneaking suspicion that the man in front of me was going to ruin me, if I let him.

Instead, I ignore the instinct and intuition I normally rely on, and nod. “What did you find out, Dr Reid?” I responded, a bit shakier than I wanted to sound.

“Your pupils dilate when I come near you. It’s an involuntary response, but I notice it every time. I’ve seen it in low and heavy lighting, the only commonality in both those situations being that we were in some proximity to each other.” His voice was low, and seductive, something I’d never heard from him before.

“Your heart rate.” He murmurs, slowly picking up my wrist and pressing a thumb to the pulse point. “This isn’t exactly the best way to measure heart rate.” He explains, “My thumb. It carries its own pulse that can make it hard to distinguish between mine and yours. But right now, (Y/N)?” He mumbles. “I can tell. Because your pulse is going crazy right now. It’d be hard to miss.” He said, with a low chuckle.

And he’s right, I can feel my heart getting faster with every second he speaks to me, in that hushed tone that seems to be driving me crazy.

“It’s not just tonight. I’ve noticed it since the day you walked in.” He whispers, getting closer to my ear, his lips brushing against the shell of my ear. “Since you brought that terrible coffee, actually.”

I pulled back, letting out a noise that was both composed of surprise and amusement. “Oh come on, it was not that bad.”

“It was, but I can tell you tried.” He said, a small smirk playing on his face. “It was cute.” He said, now taking the time to brush some hair out of my face. It all happened quickly, his gaze tender and soft, before he captured my lips in a swoon-worthy kiss, pressing himself against me. I quickly melted into the kiss, letting out a satisfied sigh as I gripped his forearm, before rising from the chair as he slowly guided me to my couch. I let out a nervous laugh as my knees hit the cushions, tumbling a bit as I fell onto the soft pillows. He immediately pulled back, breathless, looking at me worriedly.

“I didn’t hurt you, did I?” He murmured softly, kissing me again, a bit more gentle so I could murmur a soft “no” against his lips.

“Good.” He growled, positioning himself above me on the couch, beginning to press hot kisses down my neck, eventually reaching my exposed sternum, and looking up at me through hooded lids for implicit consent to continue, to which I nodded, feverishly.

“Please.” I whispered, hoarsely.

He took no time in obliging my request, rising a bit to remove the fabric of my shirt in one, clean swoop and continuing his assault on my chest, leaving open-mouthed kissed, eventually switching to nips and playful bites, as he sucked marks into the swell of my breasts, leaving me letting out delighted sighs and soft moans, which only seemed to encourage him to go lower. I arched my back, screwing my eyes shut, until he felt him stop, and come back to my neck.

He murmured against me, close to my ear. I could feel his lips slowly brush the sensitive skin between my ear and neck, barely giving me any real stimulation, but it was enough to drive me crazy anyway.

“Keep your eyes open, baby.” He whispers. “I want to see every part of your pretty face when I do this.” He says, returning lower again, leaving little kisses everywhere he could possibly go with his lips. I opened my eyes on command, watching as he went lower and lower, before finding the button on my jeans, slowly undoing them with nimble fingers and moving them off my legs. I could imagine them so vividly inside me, expertly guiding me to pleasure in a way that mine couldn’t. But right now, if I wasn’t fucked senseless by him right now, I’d just about lose my mind.

“Spencer.” I whispered, breathlessly. “I need you.” I breathed out. “Please.”

“You need me to do what?” He asked, smirking as he already began to undo his own belt.

“Spencer.” I repeated, firmly, not wanting to say the words.

“Say it.” He says, in a much more commanding tone.

“Spencer..” I repeat, breathing out again. “Fuck. I need-” I waver on the words, biting my lip. “I need you to fuck me. Now.”

His smirk turns into a grin of satisfaction and pride, capturing my lips in yet another passionate kiss. “Mm. Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He says, cockily. I whined against his lips, tacitly begging him to just get on with it and he chuckles, moving off of my mouth.

“Alright. I get it.” He says, moving his lips downwards again, his lips brushing against my underwear, as he began to remove that fabric as well. He nearly moaned when he saw just how wet I really was. It was a bit embarrassing, just from a few touches and words, but it was hard to care when I felt his tongue right on my core, beginning to lap at the hot flesh, reducing me to moans as I knotted my fingers into his hair, arching my back and bucking my hips to feel more of his ministrations. He seemed to understand, hooking his strong arms under my thighs, firmly planting me to the couch we were currently on, continuing. I could feel his moans against me, sending vibrations that only heightened my arousal in that moment. As if that was even possible.

And then it was, because I heard him murmur against me.“You taste-” he paused, using his tongue to lap up more of my arousal. “So fucking good.” He finished, beginning to now harshly flick at my clit, which caused an entirely new slew of sensations. I recognized my end was fast approaching, and I tugged on his hair, unable to form the words as the white-hot pleasure overtook me quickly, he seemed to understand this without a word, nursing me through my orgasm as my thighs shook around him and he held my hips down. Even then, he didn’t stop, continuing to flick his tongue, lapping up my arousal until I had to physically push him away with a soft groan. “Spencer.. It’s too much.” Even then, he continued, reducing me to nothing but moans, and I heard him whisper. “Come on. One more. Please.” The words unintentionally caused a flutter in my stomach, and in record time I was being pushed towards my second orgasm in a matter of 5 minutes.

His mouth was clearly so much better at this than arguing.

I felt him lap up the last bit of my arousal, looking up at me with a glistening chin, and I’d be lying if I didn’t say it was the most erotic sight in the world at that moment. The man that had questioned me at every turn, now in between my legs. He gave a smirk, moving up and giving me a rough kiss, and I didn’t hesitate to moan in his mouth when I could taste myself on his tongue. He smiled as he broke the kiss, caressing my cheek with one of his hands. His thumb moved along the smooth expanse of my cheeks.

“Are you okay?” He asks, gently, concern in his eyes.

I couldn’t help but break out into a dazed smile, nodding, a thin cover of sheen over my body, where I was still breathing heavily. “Yeah. I’m good.”

“Good.” He breathed out. “I’m not stopping.”

“I don’t want you to stop,” was my response, his shirt coming off before I’d even finished my sentence.

I watched in fascination as he undid his belt, the very sound of it filling me with anticipation and desire. I could feel myself getting more aroused by the second, despite my previous two orgasms. I wanted him, I wanted this so badly.

I felt him position himself over me, and feeling the head of his arousal run through my folds. I let out a breathy groan, as I felt him push into me. He let out a moan of his own, shutting his eyes. “You feel.. So fucking good.”

I whimpered slightly as my body adjusted to him and his size. He was so big, and I’d never felt full like this before. He noticed this and placed a gentle kiss against my lips, watching my face as it contorted in pleasure and pain. As the pain began to subside, I looked up at him nodding.

“Move, please.” I begged, the desperation evident in my voice.

He took no time in obeying my request, beginning to slowly thrust in and out of me. I moaned, feeling his cock stretch me and fill me up in a way I had never been full before. A pleasant sensation bloomed through my lower abdomen, and I could feel him bury his head into my shoulder as he pushed into me, my walls clenching on his length with every movement he gave. He pressed wet kisses into my neck, and I moaned happily at the feeling. In an instant, I could feel him fucking me desperately, placing both of his hands on either side of my face. I could feel my jaw drop, and no sound came out. I was being hurdled towards my third orgasm of the night and it was all at the behest of the man in front of me, plowing into me like it was his job.

I moaned loudly, my legs wrapping around his waist in an attempt to keep him buried in my deepest point, feeling my release creeping up on me.

“Sp-Spencer..” I groaned, attempting to alert him of my impending orgasm, but he simply swooped down, kissing me roughly, which only caused me to moan into his mouth.

“I know, baby.” He whispered, in a deliciously dark tone. “Come for me, baby. Wanna feel you make a mess all over my cock.”

It took no more provocation from there, as I felt my hips buck up once more and my thighs shake. I came with a loud moan of his name, my free hand gripping onto him and leaving scratches I knew wouldn’t go away for a while.

My release seemed to spur him on, the wetness allowing him to fuck into me harder. I watched the man above me lose all control, and it was beautiful. He grunted a bit, and I could feel his hips stutter, chasing after his orgasm.

“Please, Spencer.” I begged. “Fill me up, I need to feel you come inside me.” I whispered.

It didn’t take long after that, after a particularly hard thrust, a warmness filled me at my hilt and Spencer nearly collapsed over me. He gave me a kiss, murmuring into the skin of my neck. “So perfect, so fucking perfect for me.”

I smiled at the praise, biting my lip. I let my hand traverse over his back, drawing figures into the warm skin. I looked at the man laying on my sternum, looking absolutely fucked out despite being the one to give me three orgasms tonight. “Perfect, you say?” I teased.

He looked up at me, kissing my lips softly, before mumbling against them, “Mm. Perfect.”

I had a sneaking suspicion the next time we were at work, and he’d have something to say about my work, (because he always did), it wouldn’t take long to have him whispering sweet nothings to me in an instant, just like he was now. At least I could do something right on the first try.

hi!! this is my first fanfiction i've written since i was literally in middle school. spoiler. far from middle school right now. leave a comment, reblog, like, whatever! i had fun writing this. my ask box should be open for more requests? if anyone would like. anyway! hope u enjoyed!! :3

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fangirl-dot-com · 3 months

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what does mitch look like? like does she have a face claim?! and vito?? (i couldn’t tell which one was which in imola)

ok so here we go! - thank you to whoever asked for this!!

this was a tag worthy post I believe :)

face claim - Amal Clooney

Meet Michelle "Mitch" Walker - Y/n L/n's race engineer

She has been at Red Bull since 2020, but was an actual engineer for the cars. She graduated with a Masters in Engineering and interned under Adrian Newey. She is currently in her late-30's and not married.

She was a bit skeptical when she was told by Christian that she'd be a rookie's race engineer, but when she saw you and your times on the sim, she was hooked.

She can be seen wearing her favorite big sunnies during race weekends and carries her gray notebook everywhere she goes. As a part of a ritual, she always drinks an iced Americano before a race.

For future references, she stays Y/n L/n's race engineer until said racer retires. She will have served under two different team principals by the end of her carrier (but I'm not saying who the second is hehe).

no face claim - Italian, short beard, and a whole lot of love for Y/n

Meet Vito Accardi - Y/n L/n's manager

Vito had been a part of an organization of people who lend out unofficial managers to younger racers who don't already have one. He was assigned to Y/n L/n in 2018 when she first joined F4. He, like most people, thought that she had raw talent and he wanted to stay with her.

Fast forward to 2019 and F3, Vito was officially Y/n L/n's manager, hired by her godfather Lorenzo. He has no plans to leave anytime soon.

He has a Public Relations Degree along with degree in Business. On the side, he runs his own line of go karts. He has mentioned that he was only able to start it due to the kindness of Y/n and Lorenzo.

For further references, Vito stays with Y/n until her retirement. After that, he ends up being asked to be godfather of her second child. Of course he agrees and tears are shed.

face claim - Brendan Taggart

Meet Lorenzo "Enzo" Alessandrino - Y/n L/n's Godfather

Lorenzo had been Y/F/N L/n's best friend growing up after meeting at boarding school, but distanced himself after he saw how awful he truly was. Only came back into his life after the birth of Y/n. Surprisingly, he was named godfather and he took that to heart.

Being a major business man and influential figure in karting and Formula racing, he couldn't possibly be near the girl all the time. But after finding out what you had been going through, he wishes that he would have fought for custody. Maybe then you could have grown up with other kids such as Logan Sargeant, Oscar Piastri, Mick Schumacher, and Arthur Leclerc. But, he couldn't dwell on the past.

Everyone thought he was pretty poor as he didn't like to flaunt his wealth everywhere, but they were wrong. Pretty much one of the wealthiest persons the time of his death.

Gave Y/n L/n a second chance at karting and formula racing as he fought for sponsors to agree on the younger girl (most said no due to age and gender, but he never gave up).

Late in 2019, he caught pneumonia, which turned into a fatal respiratory tract infection. He died in early 2020 after falling into a coma. The only person to ever show up was Y/n L/n

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tightjeansjavi · 3 months

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suave

A/N: the Javier Peña brain rot is in full swing! Mans just deserves all the simple pleasures in life including face masks, a bath with his lover, and fresh fruit 🤍 thank you @angelofsmalldeath-codeine for betaing and translating! You already know how much I adore you, cariño ;)

~word count: 1.3k~

Summary: a glimpse of a self care evening with your boyfriend Javier Peña

Pairing | Javier Peña x f!reader

Warnings: domestic fluff, established relationship, mentions of alcohol and cigarettes, no age gap, intimacy, implied smut, Javier is in love, both the reader and Javier speak fluent Spanish, grumpy!javi, reader has no physical descriptions, +18 minors dni!

Espero que tengas razón, querida - I hope you’re right, darling

Bésame, Javier - Kiss me, Javier

Te quiero, mi corazón - I love you, my heart.

Te quiero, Jav - I love you, Jav

¿De verdad tengo elección, hermosa? - Do I really have a choice, hermosa?

¿Te metes en la bañera conmigo, querida? - Are you going to join me in the tub, darling?

Mmm, paciencia, mi amor - Mhm. Patience, my love

¿Confías en mí, no? - You trust me, don’t you?

Pues claro que confío en ti, querida - Of course I trust you, darling

Relájate - Relax

¡Joder! Esto está más frío de lo que me esperava - Fuck! That is colder than I was expecting

Sí lo es, pero es un frío resfrecante, ¿no? - It is, but it’s a refreshing cold, no?

Eres tan preciosa, cariño. Pero esto huele raro, y hace cosquillas - You’re so beautiful, baby. But this stuff smells funny, and it tickles

Muy guapo, Javi - Very handsome, Jav

Muy americano - Very American

Juguetona - Tease

Te necesito, hermosa. Por favor. - Need you, gorgeous. Please

¿Me puedes leer un poco, amor - Will you read to me, lover?

Pero estás tan guapo con las gafas puestas, Jav - But you look so handsome in them, Jav

Y me los pongo sólo para ti, querida - And I wear them just for you, darling

Javier Peña almost never finds the time to relax. That is until you have something to say about it. Your boyfriend believes that self care comes in the shape of a bottle, lighter, and cigarette pack. Your definition of self care is vastly different, but Javier is always a good sport, even if he’s reluctant at first.

“Hermosa, I’m failing to understand how this shit that you wanna put on my face is supposed to be relaxing.” He grumbles and drags his hand through water being filled in the tub. He’s careful to not accidentally light himself on fire due to the surrounding candles that were lit for an added ambience.

“Javier, this ‘shit’ is relaxation in a jar, guapo.” You sit along the edge of the tub with the homemade face mask resting in your lap.

He looks over at you, a few wispy strands of hair fall over his face and you reach over to gently brush them away. He catches your hand gently and pressed his plush lips to the underside of your fingertips. The trimmed hairs on his mustache lightly tickles your skin. He chuckles, eyes meeting yours.

“Espero que tengas razón, querida.”

You smile softly at him as he affectionately kisses your fingertips. You lean in close, nose brushing against his and whisper, “Bésame, Javier.”

He gently guides your fingers to rest along his sharp jawline before he closes the short gap between you and kisses you sweetly. If Javier Peña didn’t have such a demanding job, he would spend all day kissing you like this.

When he pulls away you bring your finger to the tip of his nose and lightly boop it. His face scrunches inwards at your affection.

“Te quiero, mi corazón.”

He always makes a point to tell you that he loves you. It’s important to him, and everything that he believes in. You’re special to him, and if that means he has to put up with a bit of pampering just to see you smile? So be it.

“Te quiero, Jav.” You peck his lips once more before pulling away. “Ready for some self care?”

“¿De verdad tengo elección, hermosa?”

“No.” You grin.

Soon after your dashing DEA agent is stripped down and relaxing comfortably in the tub with his arms resting on either side of the smooth porcelain. The decor in your shared bathroom reflects both of your personalities. Bright, bold, yet comforting. You and Javier both share a deep love for houseplants so it comes as no surprise that your shared bathroom is like a mini version of the Colombian rainforest.

“¿Te metes en la bañera conmigo, querida?” He asks while watching you pull the hem of your shirt over your head.

“Mmm, paciencia, mi amor.”

He huffs at this and settles deeper into the warm water and surrounding bubbles.

Once you’re undressed, you gather up yours and Javi’s clothes and fold them in a neat pile on the closed toilet seat.

He lets out a relaxed hum when he’s finally graced by your familiar presence in the tub while you situate yourself between his strong thighs. You wrap your legs around his torso, your stomach lightly pressed against his as his arms loop around your waist, hands splayed against your lower back. His thumbs gently tracing patterns along your spine as you unscrew the cap on the face mask jar.

“It’s going to feel a bit cold at first, Jav. But I promise you that it’s nice and relaxing. “¿Confías en mí, no?”

“Pues claro que confío en ti, querida.”He nods with a smile tugging against his lips.

You kiss the corner of his mouth before dipping your fingers into the jar collecting a bit of the paste. “Good boy. Close your eyes, okay? Relájate.” You whisper.

Javi’s lashes flutter shut just as you begin to apply the mask to his skin. He makes a grumbled sound from how cold it feels. It’s refreshing, in a sense. But the DEA agent isn’t quite ready to admit that yet.

“¡Joder! Esto está más frío de lo que me esperava.” He hissed between his clenched teeth.

“Sí lo es, pero es un frío resfrecante, ¿no?”

He begrudgingly agrees.

You’re careful to make sure that none of the product accidentally gets into his mustache. He peeks an eye open to see just how focused you are on applying this mask, and his heart swells.

“Javier.” You playfully chide.“No mires.”

He chuckles and slowly lets his hands rest along your hips now and pulls you in closer.

“Eres tan preciosa,cariño. Pero esto huele raro, y hace cosquillas.”

You fight the urge to roll your eyes at his playful complaining and finish applying the mask. “Muy guapo, Javi.”

“Now it’s your turn to relax, hermosa.” He releases you from his gentle grip and takes the jar from your hands. He brings it up to his nose and takes a quick sniff, shaking his head and muttering under his breath.

“Strawberries? Muy americano.” He teases.

“Says the man who sometimes uses my strawberry scented body wash.” You tease back.

He huffs at this, shaking his head as he looks at you. It’s in that moment that you wish you had a camera just so you could take a picture of him.

“Because it smells like you, querida.” He whispers and begins to gently apply the face mask. His touch is gentle, delicate and even though he tells you to close your eyes, you keep them open just so you can stare at his beautiful face.

While the face masks dry, you find yourself feeding Javier pieces of fruit that you cut up earlier. He makes a suggestive comment of wanting to eat you instead, but you decline and place another sliver of ripe mango between his perfect kissable lips. A bit of juice rolls down the corner of his lips and chin and before he can wipe it away, you lean in and playfully lick up the stray drops.

“Juguetona.” He mutters.

By the time Javier has gotten his fill of fruit, the masks are completely dry and you both gently begin to wash them off. Once your skin is bare, he wastes no time with molding his lips against yours while your arms drape around his neck, fingers sliding through the back of his hair.

“Te necesito, hermosa. Por favor.” He pants softly against your lips.

So, you let him have you.

You don’t think you’ve ever loved a man more than you love Javier Peña when he insists on getting out of the tub first just so he can wrap you up in a towel. He even lets you apply moisturizer to his face before you find yourselves in bed at last.

He’s having his bedtime cigarette while you’re reading your book with your head resting comfortably against his chest.

“Jav?” You ask softly.

“Yes, querida?” He tilts his chin down so he can look at you and blows the smoke off to the side.

“¿Me puedes leer un poco, amor?”

He’s already reaching for your book and gently plucking it from your hands. He knows how much you love his voice, and he’s happy to oblige. He however, hates his reading glasses with a passion, and thinks he looks silly in them. But for you, he’ll do anything to make you happy.

“Hate the way these silly things look on my face.” He huffs as he adjusts his reading glasses on his face.

“Pero estás tan guapo con las gafas puestas, Jav.”

He finishes off his cigarette and douses it in the bedside ashtray before his attention focuses on you once more. His freehand drops down to your face, cupping your jaw gently as he leans down. He kisses you sweetly as his thumb brushes across your cheekbone.

“Y me los pongo sólo para ti, querida.”

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mandomover · 1 year

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The Rookie - Masterlist

So here it is! My lil Javi fic! it's based on a prompt from @honey-im-hotdog and it's kind of close to it, but i just went mad and wrote a whole series haha. So thankyou girl! I hope you all enjoy, I enjoyed writing it anyway so I thought i'd share with the lovely tumblr world!

It's set around Narcos but doesn't follow canon for the most part except for a few things so just bare with me. And I've taken some liberties on the characters but it's my fic so I'll write it the way I wanna 😂😘 feedback is always welcome though 🙌🏽

You have worked hard to get into the DEA but can you prove yourself amongst the agents or are you just another Rookie sent to Colombia? Javi Peña has certainly taken a shine to you but will it amount to anything, or will it be the undoing of everything?

Part One -Tuesday Night

Part Two - The Road Block

Part Three - The Conscience of Consequence

Part Four - An Alcoholic Debrief

Part Five - The Yearbook

Part Six - The Party

Part Seven - Just Another Day at the Office

Part Eight - Butterfinger Bars

Part Nine - Getting Gacha

Part Ten - The Helicopter

Part Eleven - The Aftermath

Part Twelve - The Confession

Part Thirteen - The 180

Part Fourteen - Safe

Part Fifteen - The Day After the night before

Part Sixteen - No americanos no más

Part Seventeen -Three agents, two sicarios and a baby

Part Eighteen - Welcome Home Baby Girl

Part Nineteen - The Questioning

Part Twenty - Dinner date, Javi’s late

Part Twentyone- The Fall

Part Twentytwo- Dear Diary

Part Twentythree-

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jjkxla · 2 years

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Matcha lattes, unfinished letters, velvet cuffs... (18+)

⇻ pairing: Taehyung x FemaleReader. SugarDaddy!Tae. Dom!Tae.

⇻ synopsis: Taehyung and Vogue work abroad for his next photoshoot, but he uses this longtime break he is also in to bring his well known friends on this trip overseas into the French landscapes. The reader, happily taking this chance to spend more time with him, enjoys a well deserved vacations by being tied on Taehyung's bed.

⇻ tags: minors dni. smut, fwb, SugarDaddy!Taehyung, dom!tae, light bondage, weekend getaway, cunnilungus, multiple orgasms (female receiving), vaginal fisting, light BDSM tones, crack!fic tbh there's a few jokes.

⇻ words: 4.3k.

⇻ links: ao3.

⇻ a/n: lmfao hello again. I'm back posting fics, not sure if I'll ever manage to post all my other old fics here on Tumblr but they are all up on ao3 if you guys were ever interested. Anyways, here is my next fic, it's not that long so hopefully you guys enjoy! I enjoy comments and reblogs a lot, my ask box is open :)

Sunlight filtered through the trees above your head, casting shadows around him like the sun took out a brush and carefully flicked its wrists on the fallen leaves around you both. You hated it. How he didn't need to lift a finger and the whole universe would simply arrange itself to flatter him so.. He was a natural type of beauty, an ethereal one at least. Everything seemed to be for the purpose of exalting his beauty; the honey colour of his skin, the dark curls of his permed and dyed again hair, sitting on top of a bench and showing off the toned physicality of his back.

And if thy right eye offends thee, pluck it out, and cast it from thee: for it is profitable for. thee that one of thy members should perish, and. not that thy whole body should be cast into hell. Matthew 5:29.

The devil could take you down to hell himself and hellfire would not be enough to burn out the desire that clawed at your throat. But this was not the time, or the place for any of that. You could keep thirsting for Taehyung somewhere else, where he didn’t catch you with drool dripping down your chin or with a serious case of “fuck me” eyes whilst there were people around.

After all, you were just friends, friends that occasionally fucked in unconventional positions (and spots). His buddies were busy photographing him in all his glory for the millions of followers he had on instagram, each one getting off and lusting over him as much as you did.

Although, unlike those faceless followers, he actually knew you. And you’d know each other whilst he was still training to be the superstar he has become today.

“Has anyone ever told you how easy you are to read?”, you got caught off guard by Wooshik. Grinning cheekily, he raised his iced americano and sipped some from his straw.

“Has anyone ever told you how you can be a dick?”

“Struck a nerve there, huh? Don’t worry you aren’t the only one, I think at least Jennie and Hyungsik seriously reevaluated on staying behind on this overseas trip.”

“Whatever,” you scoffed, “unlike them he actually scheduled it so that we were both free from work to hang out and travel,”

Wooshik laughed, interrupting you, “that’s cause you’re practically his sugar baby.”

“Shut it, I paid for a few things.”

“Like what.”

“Like the clothes I brought here, jackass, mind your own business.”

“Agent Provocateur doesn't count!”

“Jesus, how much does he tell you?”

“Everything.”

“What are you guys arguing over now?” Taehyung walked back up the path, still shirtless but with a brown cardigan offering a slutty view of his chest. You tried not to stare but failed.

“How bad you’re spoiling our shortie here.”

“I’m not spoiled!”

Tae laughed, leaning closer to you and wrapping his arm around your shoulder. He leaned close, his breath ghosting over yours as he cocked and eyebrow up and smirked. “Does my favourite girl need more attention? Should we share the airbnb room tonight?”

Damn him. Your whole face flushed beet red, eyes shooting wide as you tried not to stutter or stumble on your words. “I-I, You- You should s- I don’t–”

“Save it for tonight Romeo, we still have two more hours on the road before we get to the cabin.”

Taehyung smirked, leaning down and kissing your nose quickly before heading back to the car, his security detail still standing a few feet away. “I’m driving,” he announced, “Y/N, take shotgun so you can spot the cows we see on the road.”

Your eyes lit up, pushing past Wooshik and heading straight towards the grey Hyundai, sitting on the front seat and excitedly clicking the seatbelt on. You could hear Taehyung laughing, his loud square smile ever present as he patted Wooshik's back and told his other friends how you’d go ahead from everyone else.

“Marselle is quite pretty this time of the year,” Taehyung started as he moved the side mirrors, starting the engine before driving off.

You reached out for the aux cord, connecting it with your phone and sorting through one of the shared playlists you had with Tae. “It’s not as cold as I thought it would be, actually, oh, do you think we can get some matcha around here?”

“Maybe, there’s quite a few cafés but I don’t think I can order one with my shitty French,” he laughed, punching the airbnb address onto the navigation system.

“Nothing my crummy B1 certificate and google translate can’t fix, it’s been working since we got here.”

Tae laughed, glancing at you quickly before focusing on the road, “the waiter from last night’s restaurant disagrees.”

“Okay, whose fault is it that I was in flip flops and a sundress at a fucking french high cuisine restaurant.”

“You didn’t have to bring the google lady out”

“I can’t even pronounce hor d'oeuvres! How was I expected to successfully communicate!?” you demanded.

Taehyung laughed even more, Michel Buble starting to play in the background as you both bickered. It was fun to spend time with Taehyung like this. Before his group’s hiatus he barely had enough time to go out and meet for coffee. Granted, neither one of you liked coffee, and instead opted for green tea matcha lattes. It was one of your first bonding points, before you both realised how fond you were with jazz and movies. Studying art, living for beauty, that was one of the biggest traits you both shared.

Then, of course, came the sexual chemistry, but that’s for another time. Right now, you were incredibly engrossed with each other, his hand moving from the steering wheel and holding your knee in a caring and reassuring way, pointing out whenever he saw a cow so you could take out your phone and spam your friend’s with pictures of them. It reminded you of your own car trips when you were a child.

“Did your mom text you today?”

You glanced back at him, raising an eyebrow inquisitively, “no… did she text you?”

“Yeah, she said you don’t call her as often lately.”

“God, since when are you friends with my mother?”

He smirked, “since you answered that facetime call and I was shirtless in the background.”

Your face grew hot, you could even feel the tips of your ears get warmer out of embarrassment, “let’s not talk about my mother right now.”

“Well, we can talk about my mother then,” he grinned.

You glanced back at him, his hand squeezing your thigh before leaving to push his sunglasses up the bridge of his nose. “What about your mother?”

“She invited you for Christmas this year, if you aren’t spending it with your family of course-”

“I’d love to come,” you interrupted.

He smiled. “Great.”

The airbnb was better than you expected. But when it came to Taehyung and his taste you could only ever expect decadence. A palazzio; bubbling champagne in small glass flutes; a box of chocolate splayed over a duck feather comforter; rose and sweet scented candles. He was a romance and beauty corporeal.

A thing of beauty is a joy for ever:

Its loveliness increases; it will never

Pass into nothingness; but still will keep

A bower quiet for us, and a sleep

Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing. from Endymion, J. Keats.

It was no time to quote the English poets but Keats had an eye for beauty you couldn’t ignore, and right here, right now, you were drunk off the view of everything around you.

Your balcony overlooked a rose garden, but as it was approaching the colder months of the year, instead of blossoming buds of red and pink you saw the deep green bushes surrounding a pond, the statue of lovely Eros and Psyche embracing each other, his wings like cupid spread out behind him. The bushes rushed around the pond like a labyrinth, twisted and confusing, with the autumn leaves falling in splashes of mahogany and burnt orange.

The sun, still, was high upon the sky, its rays peeking through the trees and drawing the earth in lovely shadows. Your luggage was still open, clothes spread out on your twin bed whilst you searched for the cameras you packed the night before. Engrossed with the settings of your latest birthday present you failed to notice Taehyung walking inside the room. The gentle rape of his knuckles agains the doorframe..

So he stayed there, transfixed with your task, a cigarette hanging off his lips. Looking up at him only once the smell of it registered, smiling and leaving the camera on the bed as you walked near.

He sucked on the cigarette, cherry bright red before blowing the smoke behind his shoulder, just in time for you to lean up, arms around his neck.

“You know I don’t like kissing you after you smoke.”

“I’ll brush my teeth,” he grinned, leaning down his lips brushing against your own, the smell of cigarette becoming a turn on whenever he was this close to you, “I’ll floss and everything.”

“You better,” you replied, leaning up on the tip of your toes and capturing his lips with your own as he took the cigarette out of his mouth.

It was like dancing, Tchaikovsky and his No. 14 pas de Deux. At one point he leaned down and scooped you into his arms, your legs fitting perfectly around his waist as he walked both of you back to his room. The taste of tobacco and smoke lingered still in his tongue and muddled all your other senses, only breaking back into clarity when he dropped you back in his bed.

Assaulted by the smell of clean linen and a cold breeze passed through his open window. Your hands reached up, searching for the angle of his jaw and to pull him closer against you, but instead he simply clasped your hands, bringing it to his lips and kissing it sweetly. You leaned up on your elbows, watching him retreat back to where his bags were propped.

Watching him, moved as if at home with the place he rented, the big mirror facing the bed captured the concentrated look of his brown as he looked through his things.

You, impatient as ever, turned around and looked over the mess of his bedsheets, picking up what appeared to be a pair of brown leather shorts.

“Will I get to see you wearing this today?”

Taehyung glanced back, laughing softly and turning back to the task at hand, “I fear you won’t see me in any clothes for the rest of the day.”

“I’m more than fine with that.”

He kept rummaging, and you turned over to look more through the things he had left scattered, picking up what seemed to be a letter. You couldn’t read a word of it, seeing as he had written in hangul, but you looked over the fancy blue ink, and liked how it didn’t look like the chicken scratch that Hoseok’s handwriting tended to be.

Down, at the bottom of said letter, Taehyung had drawn a silly cartoon of a tiger climbing a tree. This fact made you laugh aloud, enough to have your lover turn around and loudly explain that it was private, to give it back.

“I can’t even read it! What does it say?”

“I’m not done with it yet.”

“But what does it say?” you insisted.

“It’s just something I do with my dad, ok? It’s more fun.”

“Oh, so the big celebrity has travelled to ye-old-times?” you tease.

He couldn’t help but laugh, finding whatever it was that he was looking for and turning around holding out the white silk cloth in front of you.

“What’s that?”

“For you.”

“That doesn’t answer my question.”

“Well, actually, it’s more for us,” said Taehyung, walking back to the bed and making you drop the piece of paper in your hand.

“What does it do?”

“You’ll see,” he continued, leaning down and kissing you once more.

You groaned, biting back down on his lip aware that he liked it and just slowly making out with him as he led you back down on the bed.

He laid you gently, comfortably between the pillows, and started to take off your clothes slowly. His mouth follows and kisses every new patch of exposed skin. Down your neck as you let your hair down, shirt off and mouth nipping and licking on the newness of your exposed collarbone. Your shoulders, the hollow of your neck, down your sternum as his hands expertly unhooked your bra and gently dropped it on the bed.

He moved down your body, kissing the moles on your body and only stopping to take off his own white shirt. You grinned, loving the warm honey tone of his skin, hands caressing the side of his arms. But he stopped, glancing at you with a mischievous glint in his eyes and pinning your hands back up above your head.

“What’s the matter?” you asked, breathing already laboured from kissing him, from feeling him, you needed him badly.

“You can’t touch me tonight.”

“Ha ha, very funny.”

He raised an eyebrow, giving you a funny face that only made you start laughing for real. With one hand he easily grasped both of yours, and quickly shifted his weight to reach for the piece of white silk he had gathered from his luggage.

Now that you had a better look of it, you noticed the silver hoop that held both pieces of fabric together. And then it clicked, and you just stared at him as he concentrated and slipped the hoop above you in the headboard, both your wrists being tied neatly in the white silk to keep them high above you.

“You’re getting kinky, honey.”

“It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“Really? Then what else are we trying today?”

Taehyung hummed, checking your wrists were safely snug and then reaching under your pillow. From there, a big purple dildo.

“Borahae”.

You bursted out laughing, both of you did. His eyes crinkling and reaching to wipe a tear and kissing the side of your face until you thought of a very uncomfortable thing.

“Wait, you aren’t putting that up my ass.”

“And I’m not going to, doubt you prepped for anal.”

“Good… Just checking…”

“I wouldn’t do something like that without talking about it first.”

“Then what are these handcuffs?”

“You said you wanted to try it, and also how you wanted me to fist you and somehow rip your heart out from your pussy.”

Your cheeks grew red, your friends had definitely betrayed you. “Wait, so, I’m getting fisted?”

“I’m thinking about it, the dildo is just to help you stretch a bit while I warm you up.”

“How am I getting warmed up?” you grinned, wanting to know everything before it actually happened as your heart was racing against your chest, aroused but deadly nervous to this entire thing. You were small, and much, much, smaller than Taehyung at that.

He smiled coyly, his voice honey-sweet, “that’s a surprise.”

But you had no second to think about it, with him moving down and crashing his lips on yours. He kissed you hard, drunkenly, biting and nipping on your lips before slipping his tongue inside your mouth.

He muffled out all your moans, eyes screwed shut in pleasure and tugging on the cuffs wanting to touch him as your body leaned up to kiss him back.

You didn’t like being submissive, you tended to like more taking control of the situation, but it was in moments like this, and specifically under Taehyung’s (haha) influence that you melted like butter. He guided and moved you every which way, your mind barely registering how he took off your pants and underwear, not noticing he had grabbed lube until he broke the kiss.

A string of saliva still connected your mouth, your tongue poking out of your mouth and licking it back while looking at him. A true picture of beauty and desire, his hair falling right over his eyes, only the coy smile of his visible as he squirted lube on his fingers and on the purple toy.

You gasped, his fingers cold to the touch and making your toes curl as he pressed his fingers against your clit.

Not being tied at the ankles, you comfortably spread your legs wider, giving him enough space to look at what he was doing, making him chuckle at how eager you were getting. “You’re getting wet,” he said.

You simply moaned, eyes closing in pleasure and sinking down into the bed whilst he touched you, a small gasp leaving your lips as you felt his fingers pressing down against your entrance and pushing in.

Your hips shifted down, making him reach deeper inside you and making you shiver in pleasure.

But just as quickly his fingers left, making you open your eyes to complain and just gasping as he pushed the dildo inside you, back arching and grunting as you accommodate to its size, which was not that far off from Taehyung’s to begin with.

“That’s my good girl.”

Flushing, you peaked an eye at him, “you’re enjoying this.”

“We both are Y/N”

You cursed as he used your name, he knew it made your knees go weak, and currently he was making your entire lower body weak.

Honestly you had no idea what he was planning, which made this all even more unnerving, gasping once you felt his warm mouth on your clit, sucking and flicking it harshly with his tongue before pressing the flat of it against the bundle of nerves. He was giving you head and penetrating you at the same time, go figure. Taehyung managed to do the two things he liked best at the same time somehow.

You gasped, moaned, pulling down harshly on the handcuffs as you felt warmth building in the pit of your stomach, Taehyung slowly moving the toy in and out of you as he concentrated his mouth on making you unravel.

And unravel you do, your lower body tingling and making your breathing more laboured as he elicited the most lewd and wettest sounds from you. The squelches of your arousal and his saliva mixing together and echoing in the empty room as you cursed out his name.

“C-Close,” you gasped out, the silk burning on your wrist as you tugged and squirmed underneath him.

Tae leaned back, his chin shiny with your arousal, the dildo still thrusting in and out of you which had your toes curling, “cum for me,” he said, voice raspy with want.

Your vision blurred, back arching off the bed as you cried out his name, completely forgetting you would be sharing this airbnb with a few other people and screaming as loud as you could.

Taehyung helped you ride it all out, grinning widely as he saw your body jump and twitch from his touch, doing as he wanted whenever he commanded, and slowly slipping out the dildo as you calmed down.

But even whilst you were recollecting yourself, his fingers slipped in and replaced the toy. You grunted, feeling spent but glancing back at him you got only more aroused by the glint in his eyes.

“You’re so wet for me.”

“S-Shit, are you seriously going to-”

“Yes,” he interrupted, fingers curled and pressing against your spot making you moan again. He was slow, careful and methodical with his approach. Reading the way you reacted and sticking to what made you moan the loudest, shift your hips closer to his hand.

He stopped, used more lube, and started again. You came again. And he kept persisting until he was closer. You, on the other hand, were sweaty, weak, and had seen God at least twice already with how violently Taehyung made you cum.

And he felt big, bigger than usual, four of his fingers inside of you and you groaned and complained, with him stopping and checking with you every two seconds.

“How are you holding up, darling?”

“G-Good, fuck, so good Christ you’re big.”

He laughed softly, moving slowly, letting you accommodate, and went down to his forearm, “I’m going to do it now love, that ok?”

“P-Perfect, I won’t last.”

But taehyung stopped for a second, worrying you, “d-did something happened,” you glanced back at him, just to notice him inches away from you, mouth crashing on yours and muffling out any moan.

You melted more against him, complete putty for him to shape and mould out to his heart’s desire. The kiss lasted only a few seconds, felt him with his clean hand brush a few of your hairs away from your face and kiss your temple. Moving back down and counting softly before he slipped his hand out and pushed his fist inside you.

Without a second thought you came, your back arching and groaning at the first discomfort of this position and just screaming at how full you felt. How filled with him. The lines blurring inside your head, no longer sure where he began and you ended, and instead, you simply felt the entirety of him eveloping you whole.

His warmth, the weight of his body over you, the musky clean smell of his sweat, and just how lovely his voice was. Full of praise, encouraging you as you came down from your high, slowly moving and eyes bright and drunk with pleasure.

And just as soon as that, he slipped his hand out, sticky and smelling like you as he cupped your face once more and tilted your head up for another greedy kiss.

Lips smacking, tongue searching inside your mouth, and vibrating with his groan as you lazily responded back. The tips of your fingers tingled before he reaches up and lets your hands free.

They fell down in a thud, with you feeling heavy as lead but light as a feather, only leaning up to pull Taehyung’s body closer and grinding down against the fabric of his pants, leaving a wet streak of your arousal on it.

“Y/N, Love,” he laughed, leaning back, “give a second I should take my pants off-”

“Yes, do that,” but instead of letting him go you pulled him back to you, kissing his mouth, down to his chin and biting on his neck hard enough to make him wince.

But Taehyung moaned, turned on even more by the pain and with a heavy clink of his belt he was pushing his trousers and boxers out of the way. You wanted him, still intoxicated with the feeling of his skin as you made use of having your hands back to yourself to dig your nails on his shoulder blades and drag them down his back.

Taehyung responded just as quickly, head tilting to the side as you marked him yours and reached out for a condom, shifting himself to be perfectly on top as your legs wrapped around his waist.

You were weak, on a cloud, leaving a red bite mark on his perfect chest before he gripped on both your wrists and pinned them once more above your head with a single hand. You groaned, turned on by his show of strength, and whimpered out a pathetic sound that resembled his name as he entered you.

It was hard, tortuous, and you couldn't stop screaming even if they paid you.

Neck exposed he left a constellation of hickeys and kisses on your skin, his hips snapping against yours in a way that was going to definitely cripple you by next morning.

He squeezed your wrists tighter, the sharp sting of it making you tighten around him and made him stutter in his pace. You laughed, leaning up and biting on his lip, dragging it between your teeth and hearing him take a shaky breath before he snapped his hips harder. Effectively shutting you up.

And he continued like that, the old bed starting to shift with you both, headboard hitting the wall and echoing the thumps of his cock inside you as you felt your orgasm coming.

Taehyung’s laboured breath just egged you on, leaning up and kissing his neck and shoulders, biting down on his shoulder and making him moan loudly.

“F-Fuck, please, be close.”

“I-I am,” you gasped.

“Cum, fuck I want to feel you around me,” Taehyung’s voice was breezy, almost whiny, like he couldn’t hold on for longer. And how could you stop yourself when he sounded so desperate while simultaneously destroying you?

Stars was an understatement of what you saw when you finished. Colours and blurs of light mingled together, you might as well have passed out for a second with how violently you came. And he came just as hard, letting out a loud moan mixed in with what seemed to be your name.

He collapsed on top of you, his sweaty chest flush against yours. Neither one of you moved, just feeling him grow soft inside you without any intention of leaving.

You moved your arms around him, hugging him and fingertips slowly brushing over the scratches you had left on his back. You protested when he moved to get up, with you only letting go once he kissed you swiftly.

He walked back up to the bathroom, his cute ass all perky as he discarded the condom and came back with a wet towel, the mess underneath you becoming a problem for another day.

“Remember you have to pee.” Taehyung only wiped you clean, glancing back at you with a princely smile.

“Please, let’s not talk about me getting an UTI, I want to cuddle.”

“I’ll carry you to the toilet and I’ll hug you while you pee.”

“Okay I’ll take that.”

He laughed again, leaning back to you and kissing the tip of your nose before picking you up and cradling you in his arms. “Oh, that reminds me.”

“Hm?”

“We’re still not done here.”

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Chapter 1-The Hot Expresso

Summary:

The Hot Expresso coffee shop is a place that FBI agent Marcus Pike holds near to his heart. It's there that he meets new friends and gets introduced to the owners daughter Abigail Rose. Now after a text saying that they need to meet, Marcus now fears that the Hot Express is where he will experience heart ache. He sends up a silent prayer hoping that its not the case and ponders on how he and Abigail got to the point where they are at now.

Warnings: No major warnings yet. Will mark chapters that do contain smut

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Hello everyone! I'm back with a short series. This is my first Marcus Pike fic and I am so happy to share it all with you.

It was another cold and rainy day in Washington DC. The streets were unusually quite as people chose to stay in their warm houses versus venturing out in the hectic wind and rain. Only those brave souls that bundled up the best that they could were out roaming the streets either running errands or going to work.

The icy cold weather also meant that the various coffee shops around the city were busier than usual. People were rushing in before work to get their much need coffee fix, some coming into get a break from the cold air, and for some others, they were there to get away from the cruel world. The sounds of the milk steamer and the smells of freshly brewed coffee provided a sense of comfort for those lost individuals.

“The Hot Expresso,” was one of those places for F.B.I. agent Marcus Pike. He visited this particular coffee shop quite frequently ever since he had moved there to head up an International Art Theft Task Force. He had stubbled in there one late afternoon looking for a hot cup of coffee to help wake his tired body. There, he met the owners Rafael and Rosemary who welcomed him and shared their history of how they came from Mexico to provide a better life for their growing family. They were amazing people and Marcus felt an instant connection to them. Soon they became great friends and he made sure that he visited the coffee shop every chance that he could get.

It became like a second home to Marcus. When work became too stressful or when he was tired of being bored at home, Marcus knew that he could come there to reset his mind and reenergize. He would order his usual black Americano, a chocolate donut, and head over to his booth in the corner of the shop, away from the rest of the other patrons.

That’s where he was now. Sitting there in his booth just sulking away. It seemed like for the past few weeks, the world appeared to be out to get him. First it was his job. For the last few weeks, Marcus had been working on a museum art heist that he couldn’t seem to figure out. Every time that he felt like he was getting close to solving it, there would be a new twist and he would have to start all over again. Not to mention that his higher ups were tired of the lack of progress and were threatening to pull his team from the case and give it to someone else. He had a meeting with them on Monday to defend himself and his team.

Things at home weren’t all that great either. After having to go out of the country for a few days to chase down a lead, Marcus had come home to hid that his upstairs neighbor had let their tub overflow which caused water to run down and flood his home office. He spent the last week trying to clean up the mess whenever he got off of work. Then this morning, he got word from his apartment manager that it was going to take weeks to repair all the water damage. However, between his work and his ruined apartment, those were the least of his worries. Right now, he was more concerned about what was going on between him and his beautiful girlfriend Abigail.

She was the reason why he visited the Hot Expresso as often as he did.

Flashback...

Marcus walked into the Hot Expresso feeling great. He and his team just solved a case that they had been working on for over a month. It wasn’t without its fair share of ups and downs. They had lost their suspect for a few weeks which delayed things and he almost lost the perp for good tonight if it wasn’t for him jumping out a window to tackle the perp to the ground. Now he was walking around sporting a new set of stitches across his cheek and his hand was wrapped up in a bandage. Not that any of that mattered though, because he got his guy and that’s all that mattered. All he wanted to do now was get his favorite chocolate donuts for the morning and head home to get some much needed sleep.

As he walked into the Hot Expresso, Marcus noticed that it was filled with more people than he was used to seeing. The tables and chairs that were near the window were now pushed off to the side. He also noticed that a guitar and microphone had been set in that now empty space. This was very odd for sure. The Hot Expresso never had live entertainment before.

“Ah Marcus, so glad that you could make it,” Rafael greeted him as he came around from behind the counter. “My, what happened to you? Are you alright?”

“Rafael, good to see you,” Marcus shook his hand. “I’m alright, thanks for asking. I just had a little accident at work. And speaking of work, this place is packed. What’s going on?”

“I know isn’t it great! All of our friends and family came to see my oldest Abigail. She came home from New York finally. She has been studying music up and flew in this morning. My wife and I asked her to have a little performance here and she agreed,” Rafael said proudly.

From getting to know Rafael, Marcus knew that he had three daughters. Two of whom Marcus had met before as they either worked or visited the shop while their parents worked. However, when it came to Abigail, she wanted to explore and get out of DC until she was ready to come back and work for the coffee shop. Apparently, she had fallen in love with New York and hadn’t been home for the past two years, until now.

“Look, here comes my baby girl now,” Rafael pointed her out to him as she walked out from the back with Rosemary.

When Marcus spotted her, he knew that he was done for. He felt his mouth almost hit the floor as he became entranced by her beauty. The way the lighting made her skin glow, the way the cool breeze from the window made her long brown hair flow, he loved it all. Marcus watched as she smiled at her mother, and he swore his heart stopped. Oh, how he wished that was him that was making her smile so big and bright. As she bent down to pick up her guitar, Marcus prayed that Rafael wasn’t watching him stare at the way her dress hugged her curves. ‘My god she’s gorgeous,’ he thought to himself.

Rafael then excused himself to go introduce his daughter, but Marcus was so hypnotized that he didn’t even hear him leave. “Ladies and gentlemen, thank you for coming out tonight on such short notice. Please help me welcome my beautiful, amazing, talented daughter Abigail Rose to the Hot Expresso.”

“Thank you all for coming tonight,” Abigail smiled as the applause calmed down. “This is a little something that I wrote recently and its my first time performing it, so I hope you really it.”

As she opened her mouth and began to sing, Marcus felt like he died and went to heaven. Abigail had the voice of an angel. It was almost enough to bring a tear to his eye. ‘She’s perfect, absolutely perfect!’

Strumming away on her guitar, Abigail’s eyes began to wander over the crowd. She picked out a few people that she knew, mostly old friends, then out of nowhere, she spotted him. A stranger that she couldn’t take her eyes off of.

He looked so handsome standing there in a dark grey suit. He looked so delicious with the facial hair that he was sporting. Abigail just wanted to run her hand across his bearded cheeks. There was no doubt in your mind that he was certainly older than you, but the combination of the patchy beard and the way his shaggy hair fell just about his eyebrow, gave him a boyish charm. Abigail also couldn’t help but notice those big brown eyes of staring back at her. A blush came over the man’s cheeks as he knew that he had been caught. She didn’t mind though. She just had to know who that man was. ‘Maybe dad can introduce us. Seemed like he knew him too.’

As her song came to an end, a massive roar of cheers and applause filled the coffee shop. A sense of pride came over Abigail as she could tell that everyone enjoyed her performance. “Thank you all so much. I really appreciate all the love. If you just give me a few minutes, I’ll come back and do another one for you.”

Her father was quick to be by her side once she was done beaming with joy, “Oh sweetie, that was amazing. I’m so proud of you.”

“Thanks dad. I’m not going to lie, that was pretty scary, but I’m glad that I did it,” she said giving him big hug. “Listen dad, that guy that you were talking to earlier, who was that? Is he still here?” She looked around for the stranger but didn’t see him anywhere.

A big smile came upon her dad’s face like he was waiting for her to ask, “Oh that is my favorite customer, Marcus Pike. He works for the F.B.I. you know. C’mon, I think he went to go sit in his usual booth.” Rafael than led her over to where Marcus was sitting nursing a hot cup of coffee. “Marcus, so glad you decided to stay. How’s the coffee?”

“Amazing as always Rafael,” Marcus smiled taking another sip. “The entertainment was really good too. You must be very proud.” Abigail was smiling behind her father so Marcus couldn’t see her.

“Yes, yes, I am very proud. Speaking of which, I want you to introduce you to her.” That’s when Abigail came out from behind Rafael. “Marcus Pike, this is my daughter Abigail Rose. Abigail, this is special agent Marcus Pike.”

Both of them immediately got nervous with butterflies in their stomachs. They were both torn between being nervous and shy. Abigail was the first one to speak up after she got her courage back, “Hello special agent, its’s very nice to meet you.”

Ever the gentleman that he was, Marcus quickly got up out of his seat and extended his uninjured hand out to her, “You can just call me Marcus. No need to get formal. It’s very nice to meet you, Abigail Rose. That was an amazing performance.”

“Thank you, Marcus, and it’s very nice to meet you too. And please call me Abby. My dad always feels the need to throw my full name around,” Abby rolled her eyes at her father.

“While I think Abigail Rose is a beautiful name,” Marcus complimented making her blush. “Please have a seat. Can I buy you a cup of coffee?"

“Marcus, she’s my daughter. She gets coffee on the house,” Rafael interjected.

Marcus’ cheeks grew red with embarrassment, “Oh umm...yeah, right sorry.” ‘Way to go dumbass,’ he yelled at himself.

“It’s alright not a big deal,” Abby smiled sympathetically while snapping a start at her father. “Dad, do you mind getting me a tea then. I need something hot to drink before I go play again.”

Not needing to be told twice, Rafael rushed back to the counter to get his daughter some tea. Abby didn’t fail to notice her father whisper something to her mother, who then gave them a thumbs up. They were both unbelievable.

“Sorry about my parents. They can be a bit much sometimes,” Abby sighed in shame.

“Eh don’t worry about it. They are harmless,” Marcus smiled. “You know, I would love to know about your singing. Your dad tells me that you have been in New York studying music?”

“Umm...yeah kind of. I’m actually studying business, but I’m minoring in music. As much as I would love to study music full time, it’s not very realistic. Besides, I don’t think that I am good enough to actually make a career out of it.”

Marcus just looked at her in shock, “What, excuse me, but you can’t be serious. You were incredible out there. If I didn’t know any better, I would think that you have been performing for years. You’re a natural.”

At first she thought that he was only saying that to be nice, but when she looked over into those big chocolate eyes of his, she could see something in him that told that he was telling the truth. “You’re very sweet Marcus Pike, thank you. To be honest though, I have only performed three other times like this in public. I mostly just sing in my class or in the shower. If anything, I enjoy writing music more. It’s very therapeutic.”

“Well, I hope you continue to pursue it then. Just because something doesn’t seem practical doesn’t mean that it isn’t worth trying,” he told her.

“That’s some great advice there agent,” Abby smiled knowing that his advice was valid. “If the whole special agent thing doesn’t work out, you should think about having a career in motivational speaking. It’s probably safer too from the looks of it.” Now that she was closer to him, she was able to make out his injuries.

Marcus looked at the bandage on his hand and shrugged, “Oh this? It’s not that bad. Just a hazard of the job. Believe it or not, this is the first time I have ever gotten hurt on the job. The department that I work for isn’t as dangerous as some of the others. It’s mostly office work.”

“And what department would that be?”

“It’s much more exciting than it sounds, but I work in art crimes,” he winced. Normally this would be the time where his dates would tune him or find a way to change to change the subject. Everyone expected him to be like the FBI agents in the movies tracking down bad guys and getting into shootouts.

“Are you kidding that sounds amazing!” Abby said astonished. “Do you get to visit a lot of museums? I’m a bit of a nerd and I like to go to museums for fun and hang out.”

‘She’s perfect, absolutely perfect,’ Marcus beamed inside. “Hey, there is nothing wrong with that. I do too. I love all types of art and museums are a great place to see all of it. I try to go to every museum in every city that I visit. And it’s not just art, I love anything old like movies and music too.”

Abby couldn’t believe her luck. She liked all those things too. Marcus got better the more she spoke to him. She wanted to stay there longer and talk to him some more, but with all the people waiting for her to perform again, they were sort of on borrowed time. So, she decided to take a chance and put herself out there to see if they could continue whatever this was another time. “Listen Marcus, I know that this may be a little a little bit out of the blue, but there is an art and film festival on Saturday that I heard about. You wouldn’t wanna go, would you? “‘Please say yes, please say yes.’

“You know what, I think that sounds like really fine. I would love to go with you,” Marcus smiled brightly. He wished that it was him who asked her out, but he would let that slide. “What time should I pick you up?”

“Oh, you really don’t have too. I’m sure I can take the bus.”

“Yes, I do please. You already beat me to asking you out, so the least I can do is pick you up.”

With his big puppy dog eyes staring back at her, there was no way that she could say no. “Okay fine. I’ll be staying at my parents’ house till Tuesday when I fly back. Can I see your phone?” Without hesitating, Marcus handed his personal phone over to her. “Here’s my number. Feel free to text me whenever. I’ll give you my parents address on Saturday.”

Marcus quickly hit save when she handed it back to him. He was about to tell her how excited he was for Saturday, but Rafael came back with a hot cup of tea in his hand. “Here is your tea sweetheart. I also brough you some little fans too.”

He moved out of the way and two little girls who looked to be nine or ten approached. “Hello there, what are your names?” Abby asked kneeling down in front of the girls.

“I’m Sarah and this is my little sister Emma. She is too shy to ask, but do you know any Taylor Swift songs?”

“You know what Emma; I think I do. Which ones are your favorites?”

As Abby listened to the girls spout out a list, Marcus stared at her in awe. She was so soft and kind to them. She listened to every word they said and answered every question that they had. Sure, it could have been that she was the oldest of three girls and knew how to deal with younger kids, but Marcus could see that it was just the type of person that Abby was. He felt himself becoming more and more attracted to her the more he watched.

Once she was done talking to the girls, Abby stood up and gave Marcus a sympathetic smile. She wanted to sit back down and continue talking but she could see her mother impatiently waiting for her by her guitar. “Guess I better get going. I’m sorry Marcus, I really would have liked to continue talking to you.”

“Hey, it’s all right. I better head out too. The pain meds are starting to wear off a little,” Marcus winced. “If you want me to stay though, I can. I’m sure your mom has something that I can take.”

“No, no please go home and rest. I’m only gonna do a few more songs and then call it a night myself. I’m super tired and a little embarrassed to be completely honest. I don’t like being paraded around like this. If I want to perform, then I want to perform for myself, not because someone wants me to.”

Marcus knew he was testing the waters, but he reached out and took her hand into his. “That’s perfectly understandable. Sometimes parents can be so proud and want to everyone your greatness. It can be a little overbearing at times. If you wanna sing, then you sing. Don’t let people make you do something that you don’t want to do. Only you know what is best for you.”

Abby’s eyes almost filled with tears. This man had such a way with words. “Are you sure you aren’t a motivational speaker?” she joked. “Thank you for that though Marcus. It means a lot.”

“Don’t mention it,” Marcus winked at her. “You have a great rest of your night Abigail Rose. I’ll see you on Saturday.”

“You have a good night too Marcus Pike and please again, call me Abby,” she couldn’t help but blush as he said her full name.

“C’mon Abigail, everyone is waiting for you,” Rafael once again interjected.

As Rafael pulled her away, she gave Marcus one last wave before turning her attention to the crowd waiting for her. For Marcus, even though he knew that she wouldn’t get to see his text for a while, he pulled out his phone and sent her a quick text:

It was very nice to meet you. I’m glad that I stopped by tonight. And for the record, I like

Abigail Rose”

-MP

End of Flashback...

That night was one of the best nights of Marcus’ life. Even though they briefly talked and without even having to take her out on a date, Marcus truly felt like he had found his soulmate. Sure, he had his fair share of relationships where he thought he had found the one, but those turned out to be miserable failures. However, with Abby, he felt like things were different. He felt his heart become whole when he was with her. She made him belly laugh at the drop of a dime, she knew exactly what to say when he was feeling down or stressed, and she made him want to be a better person not only for himself, but for her too.

Lately though, Marcus felt that happiness and tranquility begin to disappear. It seemed that lately all they did was fight. Any little disagreement that normally would bother them would now turn into a huge fight. Marcus would end up staying late at work to avoid seeing her or talking to her and Abby just stopped coming by his apartment all together.

As Marcus sat there with a still full cup of coffee, he impatiently checked his phone for what felt like the hundredth time. Abby had texted him saying that they needed to talk. He immediately felt his heart drop. He knew Abby was on her way to break up with him, he just knew it. Even though he wasn’t sure if he believed it at all, Marcus closed his eyes and sent up a silent prayer to anyone that was listening, ‘Please don’t let my bad feeling come true. I can’t lose her. I just can’t.’

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playsgods · 4 months

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* ◟ : 〔 KIOWA GORDON , CIS MAN + HE / HIM 〕 HUGHBERT ' HUGHIE ' HARDINGS , some say you’re a THIRTY YEAR OLD lost soul among the neon lights. known for being both INDOMITABLE and OBSTINATE , one can’t help but think of SCAREDY CAT by DPR IAN when you walk by. are you still a FBI AGENT ( ACTIVELY UNDERCOVER) , SOLDIER for THE GOVERNMENT , THE BURNING GODS , even with your reputation as THE ICARUS? i think we’ll be seeing more of you and LIVING IN A CONSTANT STATE OF RECOVERY ( YOU BOY WITH TOO MANY WAR WOUNDS , AND NEVER ENOUGH WARS ) / WATCHING THE SAME THREE SHOWS OVER AND OVER AGAIN BECAUSE THERE'S COMFORT IN KNOWING HOW THINGS END / A MULTITUDE OF MASKED BEHAVIOURS ( SERENITY ON YOUR FEATURES AS YOU SCREAM IN PUBLIC BATHROOMS ALONGSIDE THE SOUND OF XLERATOR HAND DRYERS ), although we can’t help but think of JAKE PERALTA ( B99 ) + SASUKE UCHIHA ( NARUTO ) + BELLAMY BLAKE ( THE 100 ) whenever we see you down these rainy streets.

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐒　　　　.

　full　name　:　hughbert henry hardings. 　nickname(s)　:　hughie , hugh , hugo. 　age　+　bday　:　30 + oct 25th. 　gender　+　pronouns　:　cis man + he / him. 　sexuality　:　pansexual + panromantic. 　birthplace　:　brooklyn , new york. 　languages　:　english , spanish + conversational levels of french , mandarin & russian. 　accent　:　has a bit of brooklyn in him when he gets angry or excited. 　current　location　:　harlem , new york. 　occupation　:　fbi agent ( currently undercover ) , soldier for burning gods. 　loyalty　:　himself. 　family　:　howard hardings — father ( † ) , catherine hardings — mother ( † ).

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐁𝐀𝐂𝐊𝐆𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃　　　　.

　 —　linked here bc tumblr said stfu bee </3

*　　　　&　　◞　　　　𝐢𝐢𝐢　　　　.　　　　𝐃𝐄𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐒　　　　.

　 —　 is deep undercover with the burning gods gang as we speak !! it's got him feeling a million and ten different ways , most of them bad bad BAD , but he's damn good at his job , and dedicated to eradicating gang life ( or at least one gang in particular ) !! considering his emotions , however , that are usually hovering slightly above shaky , at best , he probably Is and will be emotionally compromised at a single gentle touch <3 will he betray the fbi , or will he actually stick to his guns for once and see his assignment thru ?? #chooseyourownhughieadventure begins now ! 　 —　 𝒒𝒖𝒊𝒄𝒌 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒏𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 𝒊𝒅𝒆𝒂𝒔 include : burning gods members , especially someone who's suspicious of him , perhaps ? but also someone who's taken him under their wing , someone he's latched onto like a leach ... fbi agent(s) / gov't workers , his mission handler , perhaps ? someone who he considers a parental figure bc he has so many mommy - daddy issues. friends , neither related to his job or revenge mission , just pls give him some silly goofy pals for him to drive up the wall <33 who accept him for who he is , in all his painfully messy glory. enemies , either related to gang stuff or maybe hughie just accidentally spilled an iced americano on them and he ended up being the one to yell at them for being in his way. fwb(s) , except there are no benefits to either sleeping w or being friends w hughie </3 how did you end up in this situation beloved ? pls let me show you the quickest way out.

#lawlessintro #pls do not tap on his enclosure #he will bite <3

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mailnews · 3 months

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PERSONAL BRASIL TOUR OPERATOR

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tengomilpalabrasparati · 3 months

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"True Detective" (Miniserie de TV)

8 episodios.

Dos detectives de Lousiana, Rust Cohle (Matthew McConaughey) y Martin Hart (Woody Harrelson), vuelven a investigar el difícil caso de un asesino en serie en el que ya habían trabajado. Obligados a regresar a un mundo tan siniestro, el avance de la investigación y el mayor conocimiento mutuo les enseñan que la oscuridad reside a ambos lados de la ley.

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"True Detective II"

8 episodios

Segunda temporada de la popular serie de la HBO creada por Nic Pizzolatto. La trama se ambienta en California y gira en torno a tres policías y un mafioso en una red de conspiraciones que se suceden tras un asesinato. Ray Velcoro (Colin Farrell) es un detective que tendrá que enfrentarse a un dilema: mantener la lealtad a sus jefes, miembros de un departamento de policía corrupto, o ponerse de parte de un mafioso que lo chantajea. Frank Semyon (Vince Vaughn), un veterano criminal, intenta legalizar su empresa, pero su plan se tuerce cuando asesinan a su socio. Paul Woodrugh (Taylor Kitsch), un policía de tráfico apartado de sus tareas, ve en la investigación un modo de redención. Por su parte, Ani Bezzerides (Rachel McAdams), la implacable Sheriff de Monterrey, es una gran profesional, pero demasiado aficionada al juego y a la bebida

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"True Detective III "

8 episodios.

Wayne Hays es un detective de la policía de Arkansas. Junto a su compañero Roland West, se ve involucrado en la investigación de un macabro crimen desencadenado por la desaparición de dos niños en plena región de los Ozarks, en el Medio Oeste americano. Un misterio que cala en la vida personal de ambos agentes y se prolonga a lo largo de varias décadas

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"True Detective: Noche polar "

6 episodios.

Cuando la larga noche de invierno cae en Ennis, Alaska, los ocho hombres que operan la Estación de Investigación Ártica Tsalal desaparecen sin dejar rastro. Para resolver el caso, las detectives Liz Danvers y Evangeline Navarro tendrán que enfrentarse a la oscuridad que llevan dentro y escarbar en las atormentadas verdades que yacen enterradas bajo el hielo eterno.

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ficjoelispunk · 5 months

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Cap 03 - SALA DE ARQUIVOS

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Pablo Escobar era um cara que jamais ficaria sem aliados. Ele era basicamente uma Hidra, se você cortasse uma cabeça, nascia mais duas no lugar.

E com os cartéis menores, que formavam o cartel de Medellin, não havia tratados de confiança. As gangues faziam o que era preciso para se manterem em pé e vivos.

Peña e Murphy iriam passar um tempo em Medellin, iniciariam o dia em La Catedral colhendo evidências. Depois se dirigiram para a Agência Central, uma antiga academia de polícia que foi transformada em uma base, que seria fortemente usada na caçada por Pablo Escobar.

Isso te daria um pouco de paz na embaixada, já que assim você não tinha contato com eles, tão frequentemente. E você podia jurar que os dois já estavam com saudades de você, já que agora para sair em operações as solicitações eram feitas diretamente para o Coronel.

O maior inimigo da polícia na captura por Pablo era o próprio povo. Ele usava as crianças e o povo como escudo e proteção, em troca de dinheiro, e pequenos serviços.

Então o presidente da Colômbia ofereceu em rede nacional, uma recompensa de 1,4 milhões para quem fornecesse informações, no mundo inteiro. Qualquer um pensaria que estava fodido. Mas Pablo não era qualquer um. E isso só abriu precedentes para que ele iniciasse um show.

O que particularmente dobrou o trabalho de todos. Já que muitas ligações chegavam, mas sem nenhum fundamento, apenas atrás da recompensa. E Pablo começou a trabalhar com a mídia, mexendo com a cabeça da população colombiana, se colocando em um lugar de vítima.

O cara era um gênio. Era tão ardiloso, que fazia com que a população esquecesse todas as mortes e sangue que estava em suas mãos. E muita gente acabava tendo pena e compaixão de Pablo. O Robin Wood colombiano.

O presidente George Bush, ofereceu apoio apropriado do exército americano. E quando o presidente Bush diz "apoio apropriado" vale a pela lembrar que, estávamos falando de um homem que tinha sido chefe da CIA.

Pra começar você ganhou um novo chefe, embaixador Arthur Crosby. Um cara da marinha especializado em questões latino-americanas e contraterrorismo. E para a alegria de Murphy e Peña, eles também ganharam uma Chefe, Messina. O que você ainda não tinha noção se ela facilitava ou infernizava mais ainda sua vida, pelo mal humor da dupla de agentes.

Quando você chegou a Medellin, se deparou com um cenário muito mais aterrorizante do que você imaginava. Quanto mais Escobar se sentia ameaçado, pior as coisas ficavam.

Assim que chegaram a Medellin seu novo chefe convocou uma reunião entre todos vocês. Você teve a oportunidade de conhecer os novos membros no avião a caminho de Medellin.

Quando Peña entrou na sala, você já estava lá, ao lado de Crosby. E estranhamente, você ficou feliz em vê-lo. Rosto conhecido talvez, não se sabe o sentimento.

Mas onde estava Murphy?

Peña demorou os olhos em você, você sentia os olhos dele em você. Mas estava focada em manter a atenção nas palavras do seu novo chefe. Foi uma dádiva não ter sido remanejada junto com Noonan, sinal de que seu trabalho tem sido observado.

Você acompanharia as operações da DEA, a equipe de inteligência e também as escutas Centra Spike, que deveriam ser todas remetidas ao seu Chefe, fora é claro, todo o resto. Era muito trabalho.

A reunião acabou, e você teve o cuidado de reorganizar a sala, enquanto todos saiam. Menos Peña.

Enquanto você recolhia as pastas e papéis, você olhou para ele.

"Saudades?"

Ele sorriu, pulando de cadeira em cadeira se aproximando de você lentamente.

"Pensei que você iria voltar com Noonan."

"Decepcionado então?" Você fez uma careta.

Ele sorriu novamente.

"Acho que devo estar fazendo um bom trabalho, afinal" você completou.

"Com tantas novas burocracias, você será o grande destaque."

"Ha ha ha, engraçadinho" voce fez uma careta para ele.

Javier ficou te olhando por entre os cílios sorrindo maliciosamente.

"Onde está Murphy?" Você ajeitou todas as pastas em seus braços, e caminhava em direção a saída da sala. "Ele está bem?"

Javier ofereceu ajuda com as pastas, mas você se esquivou dele. Ele revirou os olhos.

"Ele está bem. Está com alguns problemas em casa..."

Vocês caminharam até a sua nova mesa, que eventualmente Javier faria este caminho muitas vezes. Você despejou as pastas na mesa, abrindo um arquivo atrás da sua mesa, para começar a guarda-las, entre um movimento e outro você olhou para Javier que estava apoiando as mãos sobre a mesa.

"Connie está bem?"

"Sim... ela voltou para Miami"

Você fez uma pausa. Olhando para Javier.

"Isso é ruim." Você franziu o canto da boca.

"Agente Peña? Tem um minuto?" Messina apareceu no corredor atrás de você chamando Javier.

Ele se virou, e assentiu para ela. Mas antes de ir, ele deu mais uma olhada em você, de cima em baixo, para não perder o costume.

"Bom te ver" ele disse com um sorriso torto.

Você sorriu e assentiu para ele, continuando a movimentação automática de guardar os ficheiros no arquivo.

Isso foi estranho. Não houve uma provocação. Não ouve uma alfinetada. Apenas uma conversa normal. Os ares de Medellin eram diferentes? O que estava acontecendo? Talvez fosse os nervos de todos a flor da pele.

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Você odiava Escobar cada dia mais. Após uma entrevista que um jornal publicou feita com o próprio Escobar, fazendo o maior teatro. O povo começou a escolher lados. E as movimentações começaram a enlouquecer o departamento.

Primeiramente que a polícia estava em todos os lugares. Bloqueios revistando tudo e todos. Nas ruas. Nas casas. Em todos os lugares.

Todo o departamento se mudou para a Agência Central, e você sendo a representante do Embaixador também estava lá. Então basicamente todos os setores estavam juntos e reunidos.

Isso significava que da onde você estava você conseguia ouvir a máquina de escrever de Javier teclando em sua cabeça. Significava que você esbarra com ele em todos os corredores. Significava que você o via todos os dias. Significava que vocês estavam dormindo no mesmo lugar. Porque cederam dormitórios para vocês.

Era um grande pesadelo.

Você assistiu de camarote Coronel Pinzón colocar os dois agentes da DEA para escanteio, trabalhando como se fossem telefonistas, atendendo as ligações das pistas atrás da recompensa milionária.

Javi e Murphy estavam completamente fora de si.

Já era tarde, quando você desceu até a sala de arquivos, e estava fumando escondida, para que não precisasse sair do complexo apenas para fumar um cigarro.

Você escutou a porta ranger quando alguém a abria. E apagou o cigarro o mais rápido que pode.

"Você está fumando na sala de arquivos?"

Peña.

"Já estou saindo" você iria reunir uns papéis apenas para disfarce.

"Desculpa" Peña passava pelos corredores procurando por você, e ao te encontrar no fundo próximo à janela ele caminhou mais de vagar seguindo em sua direção no meio do corredor de caixas de papel, "Não queria ser um incômodo"

Você fechou os olhos de forma ignorante, e suspirou.

"Sim, sua presença é agradabilíssima."

Você foi em direção a saída, mas Javier entrou na sua frente te impedindo de passar.

"Com licença?!" Você olhou para ele com os olhos estalados fingindo uma surpresa.

"O que eu fiz para você?" Ele falava naquele tom que você odiava, porque te causava arrepios.

Você suspirou.

"Como assim?"

Javier se aproximou, encurtando a distância de vocês, com a cabeça inclinada correndo os olhos por você, da cabeça aos pés, de um jeito que te deixava desconcertada.

"O que eu fiz para que você me odeie tanto?"

Você bufou enquanto soltava uma risada baixa, e decidiu ignora-lo, dando um passo para o lado, para que você pudesse acessar o corredor e sair da sala.

Javier espelha seu movimento, batendo a mão na estante ao lado da sua cabeça, te impedindo de passar por ele.

Ele se inclina sobre você, encurtando mais ainda a distância dos seus rostos.

"Eu te fiz uma pergunta"

Os olhos dele dançavam em seu rosto.

A sala estava escura, iluminada apenas pelo clarão da lua que entrava pela janela do lado que de fora. Você sentia seu coração acelerando em seu peito. Sentia o cheiro da colônia de Javier. Sentia um nó se formando no estômago.

Sua boca se abriu, procurando as palavras, tentando se lembrar como falar, enquanto entrava na dança silenciosa que os olhos de Javier fazia sob você.

Fazia algum tempo que vocês não se encontravam assim, prontos para a provocação e troca de cretinices gratuitas um com o outro.

Você limpou a garganta.

"Eu não te odeio Javier, você não merece tanto espaço sentimental dentro de mim. Eu só não suporto o fato de você ser egocêntrico o suficiente para não respeitar o meu trabalho e perceber que o que eu faço também salva vidas. Que sem o meu trabalho, sem as minhas argumentações no seus requerimentos para licenças e autorizações, você não conseguiria uma única unidade de reforços."

Javier franziu a testa, endireitando a postura. Você continuou.

"Você fica com todo o mérito, toda a euforia, mas quem está atrás da mesa fazendo o serviço operacional, sou eu. O tático só funciona porque eu uso essa minha cabecinha e entrego um sistema perfeito pra você. Eu penso em tudo. Para que você execute. E eu nunca recebi nem um obrigado"

Ele olha para o lado, e sorri. Voltando a colocar o braço apoiado sob a estante.

"Então é isso?"

Você franzi a testa.

"O que?"

"Você quer reconhecimento?" Ele da de ombros.

Você fecha os olhos e balança a cabeça, passando a língua sobre os dentes.

"Inacreditável" você passa por ele, trombando em seu ombro.

Mas ele segura seu braço. As mãos tão grandes que facilmente os dedos se encontram circulando a circunferência do seu braço.

Você olha para onde as mãos dele seguram você.

"Me solta"

Ele puxa você para perto dele. Você se assusta com a o movimento abrupto e solta um ar pela boca em surpresa. Vocês estão tão perto um do outro que você sente o calor do corpo dele irradiando sobre o seu.

Ele quase encosta a testa dele na sua, enquanto fala.

"Essa cabecinha bonita, deveria saber que nesse ambiente ninguém vai te parabenizar por fazer o seu trabalho. E isso não significa que você não o faça muito bem."

Você sorri ironicamente. Mantendo o contato visual, sem saber exatamente o que falar, porque esse contato todo com ele, a força com que ele te segura pressionando o corpo dele no seu, faz você sentir seu núcleo latejar.

"Engraçado, eu vejo vocês sendo parabenizados. Para mim, isso não passa de uma desculpa machista, para que uma mulher não seja reconhecida da maneira devida. Agora me dá licença, que eu preciso continuar trabalhando para que homens imbecis ganhem suas condecorações"

Ele balança a cabeça sem te soltar, enquanto os olhos presos em você estão escurecidos.

"Sempre tem que ter a última palavra"

"Me solta Javier" você puxa seu braço para si "ou eu..."

Javier sorri ao ouvir sua boca pronunciar o nome dele. Ele tira os papeis da sua mão, colocando na estante atrás de você, e te puxa de volta para ele, segurando seu rosto, com a mão livre, e pressionando um beijo em seus lábios.

Você fica imóvel a princípio. Os olhos estralados, vendo Javier com os lábios grudados no seu.

Ele libera seu braço, e usa a mão para segurar suas costas. Seu coração está disparado. Saltando do peito.

As mãos dele na suas costas pressionam seu corpo no dele. E a partir daí, algo tomou conta do seu corpo.

Rendição.

Suas mãos seguraram a lapela do paletó dele, gentilmente. Ele respirou, com a cabeça caindo para o outro lado. E você inclinou a sua para o lado oposto, para que seus lábios se encaixassem. Seus olhos se fecham lentamente.

O dedo indicador de Javi, escovando suavemente contra sua bochecha, um gemido suave saindo da garganta dele, com a sensação dos seus lábios macios se fundindo com os dele.

Um beijo assim, não tinha nada a ver com o perfil descrito pelas outras mulheres que você já ouviu falar dele. Era um beijo macio, suave.

Ele puxou para trás suavemente, suas bocas se abrindo, a língua dele correndo para fora para deslizar para a sua boca. O nariz dele escovou contra o seu enquanto ele continuava a empurrar um pouco para frente, mas depois para trás novamente - as suas respirações se misturando no espaço apertado entre vocês.

Você estava totalmente entregue. Seus braços subiram para se entrelaçarem no pescoço de Javi. E as mãos dele desceram para a sua cintura. Os dedos dele pressionando sua carne. Ele te beijou mais forte, mais intenso, com mais necessidade, você ouvia a respiração dele ficando pesada.

Seus dedos se fundiram sobre os cabelos dele. E ele gemeu em seus lábios. Em resposta, seu corpo se pressionou ao dele, e foi como acordar um homem faminto.

Javier deu um passo pra frente, te empurrando para trás, para que suas costas se pressionassem na estante atrás de você, o encontro da sua costa com o metal fez um barulho.

As mãos dele em sua cintura, se abriram cheia de dedos, fazendo com os polegares dele resvalassem seu seio. Você soltou um ar pesado de dentro de você, gemendo fundo em sua garganta, enquanto a língua de Javier travava uma batalha amigável dentro da sua boca com a sua língua, pela primeira vez.

Você puxou o cabelo dele, com a sensação dos dedos dele acariciando a lateral dos seus seios. Você se arqueou para ele, e Javier desceu uma das mãos até a sua bunda, apertando sua carne tão forte que você poderia ter as marcas dos dedos dele no dia seguinte, vocês dois gemeram com a sensação.

Ele deslizou a mão para a parte de trás da sua coxa, erguendo sua perna na lateral dele, para que ele pudesse se posicionar no meio das suas pernas.

Ele segurou sua coxa ao lado do quadril dele. E pressionou a rigidez dele no seu meio. Você estremeceu. Javier estava tão duro, parecia que ele poderia romper o tecido da calça dele. O cumprimento dele era tão grande e grosso, você inconscientemente moeu seu clítoris dolorido contra ele.

Os lábios de vocês se separaram, e os dois gemeram. As testas de vocês dois grudadas uma na outra, enquanto ele pressionava a rigidez do pau dele em você.

"Acho que descobri um jeito de te fazer ficar quieta" a voz dele era um murmúrio ofegante, ele beijou seu maxilar, traçando um caminho até o lóbulo da sua orelha, mordendo-o levemente. Você se arrepia, inclinando a cabeça instintivamente liberando mais acesso a ele.

Sua respiração está errática.

Você abre os olhos. E é como se recobrasse a consciência.

"Para!" Você empurra os ombros de Javier.

Você está ofegante. Dando passos para trás.

Ele te olha assustado. Abre as mãos abertas envolta do corpo.

Você se vira, e sai andando tão rápido, que acredita que pode estar correndo.

De salto alto. Pela Academia. Com todo um departamento alojado por la.

Merda!

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