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mermaidcashton · 4 years

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dance in the living room, love with an attitude

authors: claire (@mermaidcashton) & laura (@maluminspace) ship/AU: michael clifford/ashton irwin, roommates AU prompt: “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.” wordcount: 10k+ warnings: swearing, implied & explicit sexual content a/n: • written for @maluminspace & @h0tsos ‘s 5sos fic writers collab (in which we all chose from a list of AU’s and had the above prompt quote to include - check out the masterlist linked to see everyone elses!) • i do not give permission for this (or any of my writing) to be reposted, by anyone, on this or any other website. please don’t do it! • title from ‘only human’ by the jonas brothers dance in the living room, love with an attitude *** The music was probably turned up a little too loud, but it helped to drown out the nerves starting to bubble away in Michael’s tummy. ‘I hope ‘Ashton’ likes MCR’ he thought as he half-heartedly wiped down the kitchen counters with a damp cloth. He wanted the place to look mildly tidier than it usually did for his new flatmate. First impressions counted for a lot, as his mum had told him twice this week already.

Once the splashes of milk from this morning’s mishap with the cereal had been washed away along with the crumbs from last night’s dinner of peanut butter on toast, he stole a quick glance at the clock on the wall over in the living room area. It wasn’t quite midday, which meant he had a little over an hour until his new roommate was due to arrive. That should mean that he just about had enough time to vacuum the whole flat and take a shower. Throwing the dishcloth into the little cleaning basket on the window ledge, Michael focused on screaming the lyrics to ‘Thank you for Venom’ and tried not to focus too much on the anxiety about the rest of the day.

Agreeing to live with someone he’d never met in person probably wasn’t the smartest of ideas. It’s not like Michael had been given much choice, though. His last flatmate had given him less than a week’s notice when she decided to move in with her short-term girlfriend and left Michael with a whole bunch of bills that his meagre paycheck could never stretch far enough to cover. Luckily, his best friend Luke had a work colleague who desperately needed a new place to live since his landlord had slapped him with a very short notice period to move out of his current flat. Luke had offered to give this work friend Michael’s contact details and the following morning, Michael had woken up to a text from a guy called Ashton who was very interested in Michael’s recently vacant spare room.

After explaining the cost of rent and other bills in a few subsequent texts, Michael had received a very grateful reply from Ashton asking if it would be possible to move in that weekend. Of course the blonde had agreed, eager to get the awkward first meeting out of the way as soon as possible.

Determined to get his most hated chore done before he could start collecting his thoughts and mentally preparing for the arrival of his new flatmate, Michael grabbed the portable hoover from the charging port on the tiny bit of the kitchen wall that was not taken up by the counters and cabinets. He was just about to press the ‘ON’ button when a knock at the door put an abrupt halt to his plans.

Michael huffed as he made his way over to the front door. The only people that had the security code for the entrance of the building were his parents and Luke, neither of which were due to visit today. That left only someone who had the wrong flat, or one other possible visitor; his neighbour, Calum. They’d hang out sometimes, whenever their days off matched up. Their shared interest in certain obscure and rare computer games and a mutual love of sushi and beer made for hours of fun without the chore of actually having to leave the building. Michael had definitely made sure to let Calum know that he was expecting his new flatmate to arrive today, though, so he was a little confused as to why his neighbour would be dropping by now.

That feeling only intensified when a glance through the spy hole on his front door revealed that Calum was accompanied by a stranger. He opened the door cautiously, still feeling a little bewildered.

“Hey, mate.” Calum grinned, waving a handful of unopened letters in greeting. “Just found this guy outside with a bunch of boxes. I knew you were expecting your new flatmate today, so I helped bring his stuff up.” His dark brown eyes surveyed Michael with something like confusion from beneath the rim of his seemingly ever-present black bucket hat.

Michael could only imagine that his neighbour was mirroring his own befuddled expression because Ashton wasn’t due to arrive for another hour. He forced himself to look over at the stranger, whilst his mind worked over what was happening.

It appeared that Calum was right in assuming this was Ashton. He was indeed carrying a large cardboard box labelled ‘bedroom’ that would definitely suggest he was moving house. There were also a bunch of smaller boxes piled against the wall beside the front door which supported that assumption.

“Do you guys need any more help?” Calum offered, “I’m free if…”

“Nah, it’s fine.” Michael cut in quickly. “We can take it from here, thanks Cal.” The last thing Michael wanted was more people to see the apartment in its current state.

“No worries.” Calum smiled, “You know where I am if you change your mind.” He turned his attention to his little fluffy dog who had been patiently waiting for his post-walk nap. “C’mon Duke.”

Once Calum and his little fluff ball had wandered off across the hall towards their own apartment, Michael turned his attention back to Ashton. Three things struck him about his new flatmate in very quick succession;

Ashton was incredibly hot. His curly black hair hung loosely around his handsome face, framing his chiselled cheekbones and clean shaven, angular jaw beautifully. His hazel eyes were striking from behind the horn-rimmed glasses perched neatly on his perfectly ski-slope shaped nose.

He looked vaguely familiar. Michael knew that he’d seen Ashton’s face somewhere before but it wouldn’t quite click in his brain. Not that it would be entirely surprising if they’d met before, they did share a close friend after-all. It just seemed a little off that Luke hadn’t reminded Michael of the occasion they'd met at before suggesting they live together.

Despite his silence, Ashton looked somewhat annoyed, possibly bordering on angry. That struck Michael as odd. He had been known to piss people off fairly regularly but seeing as he’d barely even spoken to Ashton, this would be an all time record.

“So you must be Ashton…” Michael smiled, awkwardly tucking a strand of his messy blonde hair behind his ear whilst offering his free hand out for his new flatmate to shake. “I’m Michael, or you can call me Mike if you want. Most of my friends do.” Ashton didn’t accept the offer of a handshake, in fact he made no movement whatsoever. He simply glared at Michael with an increasing level of irritation. “Are you kidding me?”

Michael knew that he was not the prettiest of people. He dressed casually most of the time and due to Ashton’s early appearance, he’d not yet had a chance to shower and make himself a little more presentable. He didn’t think that he quite deserved such a cutting greeting, though. “I’m sorry, I wasn’t expecting you yet, I was just…”

“You don’t even remember me, do you?!” Ashton interrupted, his tone dripping of resentment now. “Fucking unbelievable!” Michael couldn’t remember ever feeling more confused in his life. Ashton hadn’t mentioned that they’d previously met in his text messages so why would he be so angry that Michael hadn’t immediately recognised him now?

The newcomer’s harsh tone had caught Calum’s attention, causing the neighbour to pause in sorting through his mail and stare unashamedly at the scene unfolding across the hall.

“This could only fucking happen to me…” Ashton huffed, adjusting his grip on the box in his arms. “I get turfed out of my flat because my landlord suddenly decides he wants it for his daughter and just when I think I’ve landed on my feet with a new place, my new fucking flatmate turns out to be a one night stand who doesn’t even remember me! Talk about kicking a guy when he’s down!”

Michael barely registered Calum’s audible gasp as realisation crashed around him. Suddenly the memory of the beautiful man that had swept Michael off his feet at a bar a few months back replayed in his head like a movie he’d seen once but hadn’t been able to remember the title of. He’d only known the guy as Ash and he’d assumed it was short for Ashley. Despite the fact that Ash’s hair had been a sexy shade of crimson, styled in a neat quiff and he hadn’t been wearing glasses, it was definitely the same guy that was standing in front of him right now.

“Ash…” the word escaped Michael almost of it’s own volition. “But I thought that was short for… oh my god, this can’t be happening.” He cupped his own face in his hands as the reality of the awkward situation began to settle into the very fibre of his being.

“Wow, you can’t make this shit up.” Calum gasped, an almost delighted smile on his face. “What’re you guys gonna do?”

Despite Calum’s annoying rubbernecking, it gave Michael the perfect excuse to look away from Ashton for a second. “Well I’m gonna throw something at you, if you don’t get lost right now, Calum.” He hissed.

“He’s not the one coming across like a shithead right now.” Ashton scoffed, setting the box in his arms onto the floor. “Being a nosey neighbour still makes you a hell of a better person than the guy that flatters their way into your bed and gives you amazing sex but then gives you a fake number!”

“That’s right.” Calum agreed. “People that do that are the worst. At least have the balls to tell the other person you’re not looking for anything long term before you disappear the next day.”

“Calum, I swear to god…” Michael hissed.

Ashton shook his head angrily. “He’s right, if you never wanted to see me again, you could have just said. I wouldn’t have wasted some of my best moves on you.”

“Oh, what were the moves?” Calum smirked, prying his way further into the conversation.

His neighbour’s blatant disregard for the seriousness of the situation was annoying to say the least. It was also the last thing Michael needed to deal with right now. “Piss off, Calum!”, he snapped.

Duke yapped disapprovingly at Michael, his tiny eyes focused on the blonde man as his human’s smirk grew even further across his face.

“Oh, you can shut up as well!” Michael snapped at the tiny pooch. “Now you’re yelling at a dog.” Ashton rolled his eyes. “Maybe it’s a good thing you blew me off, looks like I had a lucky escape from dating an arsehole!” Michael really couldn’t envisage the situation getting any worse. At this rate he was going to be searching for another roommate instead of enjoying a pleasant lunch with this one, like he’d hoped.

“I didn’t give you a fake number!” Michael protested. “I swear, I’m not like that, and I really liked you! I broke my phone, the same weekend we...met.” He felt his cheeks begin to colour, trying his hardest to ignore Calum’s snort as he focused on Ashton’s disbelieving face.

“It took me two weeks to sort out a new one, I had a little pay as you go in between, I had a different number, and I-you did call, then?” Michael paused his blurted explanations to blurt out a question, instead. He had been wondering every time it was late and he was alone for 6 months whether or not he’d missed a call from the best one night stand of his life.

“Of course I did!” Ashton threw his hands up in exasperation, startling Duke and sending him scuttling back into the still-open doorway of the opposite flat. “I thought we had a connection, we said we wanted to see each other again; that doesn’t happen that often for me! Maybe it does for you…”

“Oh, it definitely doesn’t.” Calum smirked. “The only man who comes to see Michael regularly is the Domino’s delivery guy.”

Before Michael could blow up at him, Calum backed up properly into his flat, resting his hand on his front door. “It’s a shame, actually,” he continued, smiling encouragingly at his neighbour. “Michael is really a great guy. He always has time for me and Duke; whether it’s for beers, a listening ear, or belly rubs.”

He throws a wink to Ashton as he shuts his front door with a click. “I’ll leave you to figure out which one is for me. Welcome to the building!”

Michael knows he needs to gain control of the slightly-stunned silence left in Calum’s wake, fast. He needs to say something apologetic, or charming, or cool. “Do you like fish fingers?” Or that.

Ashton blinked a few times in quick succession, and Michael wanted to throw himself down the stairs.

“Do I like fish fingers?” Ashton repeated, pushing his long black hair back with both hands.

Michael flushed again, at least thankful for the fact that he no longer had an audience for the most embarrassing encounter of his life. “It’s just, I thought we could have lunch, and talk, and I’m not really much of a cook, but I have fish fingers, right, and everyone likes fish finger sandwiches...don’t they…” He trailed off, hoping Luke perhaps had another co-worker who needed immediate accommodation.

Ashton fixed him with the most intense stare he’d ever received in a conversation about freezer food, and Michael tried to match his unrelenting gaze in a way that would make him look less like he wanted to cry. Ashton’s eyes really were beautiful, seeming almost magnified by his glasses. He looked thoughtful and sad now, rather than judgmental and angry, and Michael would take that.

“I do.” Ashton decided on, after what felt like an eternity. He stooped down to pick up his box again, muscles tensing, and Michael’s mind began to wander.

He remembered Ashton’s arms looking just like that as he lifted him up for the last few feet of the journey to the redhead-at-the-time’s bed. Michael could almost feel his fingers digging into the bare skin of his thighs all over again. The memories of slow, wet, considered neck kisses being broken with teeth, and the delicious burn that started low and spread like wildfire as Ashton stretched him out like he was born to do it.

“Michael? After you?” Michael snapped out of his daze, dragging his eyes away from Ashton’s lips where they had landed at some point in his reminiscing. He stepped back so Ashton could enter the flat and set the box down by the sofa. “Yeah, great, come in, make yourself at home, I’ll get the rest of your boxes!” As soon as he was outside in the corridor, Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. ‘Okay, Clifford - you need to snap out of it. Relax and smooth things over so you two can live together.’ He told himself, as sternly as he could manage. ‘We need a roommate more than we need to get laid.’

‘That’s debatable.’ Another voice - which sounded more like Calum than himself - chimed in before Michael shook it off and picked up the stack of cardboard boxes cluttering up the corridor.

‘Okay, you can do this. Damage control. Just be normal. Go in and face this head on. You can do this.’ Michael murmured, running his tongue over his bitten lips as he took his first steps back to where Ashton was waiting.

He hip-checked the front door closed as he re-entered the flat, placing the boxes next to one Ashton had carried in, before straightening up to see Ashton sat on the sofa, looking both nervous and delicious.

“I…” Michael faltered under Ashton’s almost shy gaze, then caught sight of a slice of Ashton’s firm, hairy stomach from where his t-shirt was riding up slightly.

“I just need to go to the bathroom. Then we can...talk, and eat. Okay?” Michael forced what he hoped was a casual, winning smile, and then scuttled across to the bathroom the moment Ashton made a noise of agreement and nodded his head.

Michael clicked the lock shut and put the toilet lid down as he pulled his phone from the pocket of his sweatpants. He began tapping away with urgency as he took a seat on the toilet, pulling up his message thread with his best friend.

SOS!!!! 🚨

Luke!!!!

Where are you

LUKE FUCK HELP ME YOU DICK

With each message he sent, Michael could feel his panic beginning to swell back up in his chest. Finally, three dots began moving across the message to indicate Luke was writing. Help was on the way.

🥺🥺🥺 What’s up

Michael felt what he knew was an unjustified rage at Luke and his fucking emojis as he furiously typed a reply.

Oh nothing, I just had sex with my new roomate!!!

Michael jumped when his phone immediately started vibrating relentlessly, sliding his finger across the screen and holding it gingerly to his ear.

“Hello?” He whispered into the receiver.

“WHAT!!! What do you mean you’ve slept with him?! Ashton was due there at 12, and it’s now...12 minutes past 12! That’s INSANE, even for you! I cannot believe-”

“Luke!” Michael hissed through clenched teeth, turning on the cold tap on the sink before he spoke again. “Not today, idiot! Remember, months ago, when I broke my phone? That weekend, I hooked up with that guy I met at The Alchemist? Red hair, big arms, amazing mouth-”

“Yes, I remember! What’s that got to do with it?” Luke cut in.

“It was Ashton. I only knew him as Ash, remember? And obviously I never saw him again because I had no way to contact him after I broke my phone. But it’s him, Luke - he’s in my living room! In OUR living room! What am I gonna do?! I am freaking out!”

“Oh my God! You’ve really outdone yourself this time, Mike! You’ve had your new roommates dick in your mouth before he even moved in! Classic you.”

Michael could practically hear Luke’s eyeroll. “This is not classic me! Dick! Help me, Luke!”

“What do you want me to do, I can’t unfuck him for you!” Luke shot back. Michael let out an involuntary whimper and slumped further down on the toilet. He was so screwed.

***

Michael emerged from the bathroom, Luke’s advice ringing in his ears as he approached Ashton on the sofa. ‘He’s a really nice guy, Mike; just talk to him. Explain what happened after you hooked up, and say you hope you can put it behind you and be friends. I think he’ll be cool, honestly. Just try not to trip and land on his dick and you should be golden.’

He took one last deep breath as he sat down on the black leather beside his one-time lover.

“So, Ashton...I...listen, I’m sorry that I broke my phone and made you think I’d ghosted you. I’m just an idiot that dropped his phone outside Sainsbury’s. And I’m really sorry I didn’t recognise you straight away, I was just expecting someone I hadn’t, and your hair, and glasses, and-” Michael could feel himself starting to babble but he couldn’t stop himself; he was so desperate for Ashton to like him. He was trying not to think about why it was this important to him.

Ashton held his hand up to stop him with a small smile. “Michael, it’s okay.”

Michael stopped short in his unravelling with a look of surprise. “It is?”

Ashton’s smile grew wider. “Yeah. I was just a bit blindsided, and I was hurt at the time back then, you know? But you explained, you apologised, and you seem like a nice guy. Luke sure can’t talk you up enough, and I trust him. I have no reason not to believe this is gonna be all good.”

Michael blinked, unsure if this was too good to be true. “Yeah? So...we’re good? You’re gonna...stay?”

Ashton relaxed back into his seat, toeing his shoes off and under the coffee table. “If that’s okay with you, yeah. We’re both grown ups; we can keep it platonic and put the past behind us, right? Friends?”

Michael nodded, trying to hide the gulp in his throat. “Yeah, of course. Right. Great. Friends.” He could definitely do this.

***

He could definitely not do this.

It’d been a long one month, two weeks and three days of trying to convince himself that he didn’t want to be anything more than Ashton’s friend and roommate.

Some days, Michael thought it was possible to put those lingering feelings away and focus on their blossoming platonic relationship. After all, Ashton was everything most people could ever want in a flatmate. He was tidy, considerate, fairly quiet and respectful of personal boundaries. The slightly older man was also great company. Michael has had many pleasant conversations with him over breakfast and in the evenings before they went to bed.

As lovely as all of that was, Michael had started questioning if it was worth the growing ache in chest for more. Each new thing he learnt about Ashton made him more sure that he was probably the closest thing to the perfect man that Michael would ever know. It was a cruel twist of fate that had meant his one opportunity to have Ashton for himself had slipped through his fingers, quite literally. He cursed himself on a daily basis for that one clumsy moment when he’d fumbled pulling his old phone from his too-tight jeans outside the supermarket and had been forced to watch his only chance with Ashton sink into a muddy puddle.

Whatever higher powers existed had been even less kind to have that strong, gorgeous, well-hung man turn up on Michael’s doorstep months later, as his only hope of being able to keep the flat he’d grown to love.

Every day since then, seemed to have presented a new challenge or torture. First it was the tight t-shirts and vests Ashton wore more often than not. They accentuated every muscle of the raven-haired man’s torso and displayed his strong biceps in all their glory.

Then came the sleepy morning routine they’d subconsciously fallen into. Ashton would emerge from his room in nothing but his loose grey sweats and crooked glasses, his hair ruffled and his eyes heavily lidded, before joining Michael for a hasty breakfast which usually consisted of cereal or toast and mug of strong coffee. It was during these sluggish mornings when they’d started to bond over their mutual love of crime dramas and fantasy movies, among other things. That had naturally led to evening-long Criminal Minds marathons whole weekends debating whether the Lord of the Rings movies or the Harry Potter movies were the better adaptations of their original books. Those playful arguments had spilled over into text messages now, so Michael couldn’t even escape his torturous living situation when he went to work.

Despite all of that hardship, the most latest and arguably the toughest challenge Michael found himself facing, was Ashton’s morning yoga. At first, the older man had kept that part of his morning routine confined to his bedroom. For some reason or another, over the last week or so, Ashton had decided that the living area was a more suitable location for this activity.

If Michael thought that sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton was hot, then sleepy, shirtless morning Ashton doing the ‘downward dog’ was positively off the fucking scale. The way his large hands pressed into the yoga mat and the way his strong arms and legs tensed as he straightened his back and pushed his arse up into the air lingered in Michael’s mind all day. These images often flickered through his mind at night too, when he was alone in his bed with nothing but his hand for company.

Deciding that a little get together with some friends would help dispel some of the tension, Michael floats the idea of asking Calum and Luke over for a ‘lads night’. Ashton had agreed easily, being a generally social person, he’d seemed enthusiastic about the possibility of hosting a mini party.

A group message is created and it doesn’t take long to settle on the following Friday night for beer, snacks and a FIFA tournament.

Ashton seemed to have been looking forward to it, often mentioning how excited he was to get to know Calum better and asking Michael to help him decide between certain snacks to purchase for the occasion.

All in all, Michael was proud of himself for the idea, focusing on hosting a couple of friends had certainly given both him and Ashton something new to focus on.

It was only when Friday arrived that Michael started to doubt his plan. Watching Ashton arrange plates of snacks on the kitchen counter, with the cutest concentration face he’d ever seen, started to make Michael wish they were spending the evening alone instead. He quickly pushes the thought of his head, berating himself for thinking something so stupid. It’s not like anything could happen between them even if they were alone, they were roommates now, that’s where their relationship ends.

“So....” Ashton broke the silence enveloping the flat as he finished pouring a bag of cheesy Doritos into a bowl. “Did you finally solve the mystery of who was stealing people’s shit from your fridge at work?”

Michael was caught off guard by the question. He’d been watching Ashton so intently that he momentarily forgot about everything else. It took him a moment to remember that he’d been keeping Ashton up to date with the ongoing lunch burglar drama at the DIY store he worked at. “Oh, umm no, not yet! But Brenda finally told Linda to stick her fake friendship where the sun doesn’t shine.”

A genuinely delighted smile burst into Ashton’s face as he headed into the living room area. “Good for her! Linda sounds like a bitch…”

It really meant a lot to Michael that Ashton took such an interest in his work life. The fact that he cared so much about people he didn’t know, but was aware they meant a lot to Michael, was also heartwarming.

Before Michael could go into more detail about the break time drama, a knock at the front door interrupted him. “Oh yay! Our first guest!” Ashton beamed, jogging off towards the front door to greet Calum.

***

As soon as the beer and wine had started flowing, Michael’s ever-present pining for Ashton dulled to an almost non existent haze at the edges of his mind. Sure, his knees felt weak every time Ashton flashes him that dopey smile of his and he might have blushed whenever their knees touched as they competed against each other in a thrilling game of virtual soccer.

That was all better than his usual all-consuming lust, so Michael was somewhat proud of himself. He even managed to surprise the urge to let Ashton win their game, and was almost smug when his player sent the football flying past Ashton’s keeper to secure a 2-1 win.

“Motherfucker!” Ashton grumbled, throwing his control pad into the sofa as he fixed Michael with look that was almost definitely the hottest gaze he’d ever been caught under. “I’m gonna get you for that, Clifford.” It sounded like a promise that held more weight than the simple challenge to a rematch it was probably meant to be.

Michael had to fight back a whimper, staring into Ashton’s beautiful hazel eyes this closely was too much. The intensity of it all rendered him momentarily speechless and he was all-too glad when Ashton got to his feet and headed for the kitchen.

“I need to drown my sorrows.” The black-haired man laughed, breaking the tension that had descended on them before heading off to the kitchen. Ignoring the knowing looks from his two friends, Michael picked up Ashton’s discarded controller and tossed it to Luke. “Your turn to face me, Hemmings. Let’s see if I can beat my all time record of beating you 6-1”

“Fuck off! You have never beat me that badly.” Luke huffed, picking up the control pad that had just landed in his lap. “I’m gonna enjoy kicking your ass in front of your new boy-“

“Shit, we’re out of beers already!” Ashton’s interruption came at exactly the right moment in Michael’s opinion. He really hadn’t wanted Luke to finish that sentence and now he wouldn’t get the chance.

“I’ll go to the shop for some more, does anyone have specific requests?” The eldest friend asked as he traipsed back into the living room area.

“Oh you don’t have to go!” Michael shrugged, “you should stay here, we’ll send Luke instead, he sucks at this game anyway.”

Luke scoffed, waving his hand defensively. “You’re not getting out of playing me that easily!”

Ashton laughed, his eyes sparkling as he checked that his wallet was still in his jeans pocket. “It’s fine. I’m already out of the competition and I wouldn’t want to give anyone else an unfair advantage.”

Maybe it was just the effects of the beers he’d already drank, but Michael could have sworn that Ashton’s gaze lingered on him a little longer than it probably should have. “You’re too nice.” The blonde beamed fondly, “I’ll transfer you my half of the money in the morning, unless you wanna take a tenner from my room?”

“Oh is that an open invitation?” Calum asked, a lazy smile curling the corners of his lips. “You owe me at least that from when we bet on whether or not Luke could drink that tzatziki sauce last time.”

“Fuck off, Calum! I don’t owe you a penny, I won that bet, Luke’s a fucking wuss…”

“Hey! I am not!” Luke interrupted incredulously.

“Okay, I need to hear that whole story when I get back!” Ashton giggled. “I’ll just grab a case of whatever beer is the cheapest though, yeah.”

There was a general murder of agreement before Ashton headed out of the front door. Michael fond him watching until Ashton had disappeared into the hallway, swinging the front door closed behind him. “He’s so nice…” The blonde sighed dreamily, still gazing at the closed front door. “Don’t you think he’s just the best?”

Calum and Luke exchanged a ‘is he for real’ glance before silently agreeing that this was the perfect opportunity to tease Michael about his blatant love for Ashton.

“Yeah, he’s pretty special.” Calum agreed, smirking slyly. “You really can’t sing his praises highly enough, can you?”

Shaking his head, Michael finally returned his attention to the TV. “You really can’t, he’s just so kind and sweet.”

Calum nodded in agreement. “Not bad to look at either!”

“Right?!” Michael giggled, oblivious to the fact that his tipsiness was making his lips too loose.

“Hey Mike.” Luke cut in, reaching over to nudge his friend’s shoulder. “How’s being in love with your flatmate working out for you?” His conversational tone was entirely at odds with mischief in his eyes. It confused Michael but the youngest friend’s words were altogether too bold, a blatant overstep if ever there was one.

Despite his inner rage at being called out like this, Michael fumbled, unable to cobble together an appropriate response. “Ugh, I don’t even… You’re so far-“

“There’s no point denying it anymore.” Calum chuckled, “I can feel the sexual tension between you two from across the hall!”

“God, I bet it’s like watching a car crash, isn’t it?” Luke asked, picking up the bowl of M&M’s on the coffee table. “It’s horrific but you can’t tear your eyes away? Am I right?”

Calum nodded. “It’s like watching a bad fucking soap opera.”

Michael felt offended and embarrassed but still no words seemed to form coherently in his mouth.

“At least it’s a bit less tragic now we can be sure it’s not entirely one sided!” Luke stage whispered with a calculating look on his face as he met Calum’s gaze.

“Yeah, it’s mildly less irritating!” Calum laughed.

“Wait, what do you mean?” Michael sputtered. “Ash and I agreed that our one night stand is ancient history, we’re not-“

“Oh puh-lease!” Calum scoffed. “If you two haven’t fucked again by the end of this month I’ll eat my bucket hat.”

***

Ashton had returned with a case of twenty four bottles of beer and as a result, lad’s night had ended up running into the early hours of Saturday morning.

Having drank his way through more than his fair share of that case, Michael didn’t end up rising from his pit until noon had long since been and gone.

“Ah you are still alive!” Ashton chuckled, tearing his attention away from the TV to look at his flatmate.

This was definitely not fucking fair. Michael didn’t need to look in a mirror to know that he looked exactly as he felt - rough as all hell. Ashton on the other hand, still looked as dreamy as ever. His black curls, although slightly ruffled and fluffy, were still on the stylish side of messy and he’d somehow found the motivation to get dressed, too, something Michael wasn’t even contemplating.

“I’m glad you’re up now, though, I wondered if you had anything planned for dinner?” Ashton asked, peering at Michael from behind his horn-rimmed glasses.

The thought of food made Michael’s stomach lurch unpleasantly and he had to fight to hold back a wretch.

Ashton gives a sympathetic giggle before pausing his show and rising to his feet. “I’ll take that as a no. Don’t worry, buddy. I have a plan but first…” he jogged over to the kitchen and flicked on the kettle. “Why don't you go and take a shower while I make you a tea? You’ll feel better after that and then we will talk dinner!”

As Michael plods over to the bathroom, he shoots one last look over at Ashton, busily preparing mugs on the countertop and tries his absolute hardest to remember a time that he wasn’t in love with his flatmate.

***

As always, Ashton was proven to be 100% correct.

Michael felt a million times better once he was showered and snuggled on the sofa with a mug of steaming tea.

“You look a little more alive now.” Ashton smirked, sparing Michael a sideways glance before returning his attention to ‘Law and Order’. “Do you think you can handle talking about dinner yet?”

The ache in Michael’s stomach felt a lot more like hunger than it had done when he first woke up and the thought of food didn’t make him feel like throwing up anymore so he nodded. “What’re your plans, chef?”

Ashton’s cheeks turned a rosy pink as he shrugged. “I couldn’t bear to see you try to cobble together another freezer meal so I thought you might like me to teach you a simple pasta dish?” He suggested, his tone a little shy like he was worried what Michael’s reaction would be. “I’ll do most of the work, but I thought if you helped out, you’ll learn how to make something other than Super Noodles.”

Michael couldn’t even be mad at the subtle dig at his cooking skills. He was terrible in the kitchen and it was just a little embarrassing that Ashton had noticed just how dyer his cooking skills were. “When you say simple, do you mean like a recipe and technique you can write on the back of a postage stamp because that’s about the level of my skill.”

Rolling his eyes, Ashton casually threw his arm around Michael’s shoulders. “Don't be so hard in yourself, buddy! I once taught Luke how to make scrambled eggs on the stove so he didn’t have to be a savage and use the microwave anymore, so there’s definitely hole for you, I promise.”

Michael tried to focus on the hat Ashton was saying but all that his slow, hungover brain could process was that he was pressed against his stupidly gorgeous flat mate’s side. The heady smell of Ashton’s minty body wash and the soft scent of his fabric conditioner felt intoxicating and Michael could do nothing besides allow his head to drop into Ashton’s shoulder.

To the blonde’s surprise, Ashton shuffle away or call him out on it. He simply rests his own head on Michael’s and laughs. “We’ll make a chef of you yet, Clifford.” He promised.

***

They spent a good three hours, watching reruns of C.S.I and making plans to start a Marvel movie marathon after dinner. They sat close to each other the whole time and Michael noticed Ashton watching him from the corner of his eye on at least three separate occasions.

By the time Ashton suggested they start making dinner, Michael had gone over his conversation with Calum and Luke the previous night, about sixty times. His two best friends had convinced him that Ashton wanted Michael just as much as Michael wanted Ashton.

“The way he looks at you, dude.” Calum laughed. “He’s practically imagining you naked at any given moment. It’s getting uncomfortable.”

“Don’t be stupid!” Michael reprimanded. “He doesn’t think of me like that anymore. We had a one night thing months ago. That’s it. Nothing else will ever happen between us again, we’re just flatmates.”

Calum and Luke exchanged a sceptical glance before bursting into laughter.

“Yeah right!” Luke huffed sarcastically. “Do you know how many times I hear your name come out of his mouth at work these days?”

Michael’s cheeks reddened. He had no idea that Ashton talked about him at work. It felt kind of surreal to imagine his roommate relaying snippets of their home life to Luke.

“Let me guess!” Calum interrupted. “About a thousand…”

Nodding, Luke drained the last of his beer. “Yeah and that’s just before lunch!”

“Honestly, if they don’t bang soon I’m gonna knock their heads together.” Calum sighed. “Did you know Michael comes over to my place most mornings so he doesn’t have to watch Ashton do topless yoga?” He asked Luke disbelievingly. “I want my lie-in’s back!”

At the time, Michael hadn’t believed his friends. He didn’t think that there was even a remote possibility that Ashton still carried a torch for him. But in the clear light of day, Michael couldn’t deny that all the signs were there… perhaps there could be more between them after all.

He followed Ashton into the kitchen, rolling up the sleeves of his grey oversized sweater, trying to clear his mind enough to be able to process learning a new skill.

“Okay, this is like the simplest recipe I know but it’s delicious and tastes so much better than the freezer junk you usually make for yourself.” Ashton rambles as he grabs a saucepan and a frying pan from the shelf near the cooker.

“Hey, freezer junk has been my lifeline on many occasions, I’d probably be dead without it.” Michael scoffed, only half joking.

Ashton rolled his eyes fondly, handing Michael the saucepan. “Fill this with water for me and then put it on the back hob, while it’s boiling I’ll teach you how to make the sauce.”

As Michael carried out his instructions, he couldn’t help but admire the concentration on Ashton’s face when he began rifling through the fridge and cupboard, pulling out various ingredients.

Once the pan of water was safely on the job Ashton had indicated, Michael returned his full attention to the slightly older man.

“Right, the first thing we do for the sauce is put 2-3 tablespoons of olive oil into this cold pan.” Ashton explained, pushing his glasses up his nose a little, reminding Michael of a hot English teacher or something… fuck, it was already difficult enough for Michael to concentrate without random fantasies about Ashton fucking him over a desk running through his mind. “Usually I’d never add oil to a cold pan, but for this particular recipe, it works because if the pan was already hot, the first ingredients would burn before the rest was in there.”

There was something about the way Ashton talked with such passion and confidence that made Michael wish he was confident enough to just drag him to the bedroom, his need for more from Ashton becoming unbearable. He forced himself to nod, pretending like he understood when really, Ashton could be telling him absolutely anything right now, and Michael would not know the difference because all he can think about is the way Ashton had groaned at the feeling of Michael’s nails running down his back and how he’d growled Michael’s name as he neared his climax.

“Can you pass me the basil?” Ashton asked, pulling Michael out of his memory.

The blonde surveyed the ingredients on the countertop. Luckily he recognised most of them, so he picked up the basil by process of elimination and handed it to Ashton like a dutiful sous chef.

Ashton looked mildly impressed as he took the bag of basil and took out handful. “We want about ten or so decent sized leaves and we tear them in half before adding them to the oil, okay?” He waited for Michael’s nod of understanding before tearing the leaves in his hand and dropping them into the pan.

“Then we need to chop 6-8 cloves of garlic directly into the pan.” Michael looked back at the little stack of ingredients and frowned, noticing an instant problem. “We only have one clove of garlic…” he pointed out, biting his bottom lip worriedly.

Ashton burst out laughing as he picked the garlic up from the counter. “This is a whole bulb, babe…” he explained, apparently not even noticing his use of the supposedly accidental pet name.

It was difficult for Michael to feel too offended by Ashton’s laughter when he’d just called him babe, though, so he let it go, focusing on the term of endearment, no matter how accidental it might have been, rather than the humour at his dumb mistake.

“It’s the smaller, wedge shaped pieces that are cloves, please don’t mix that up if you make this without my help.” Ashton chuckled, breaking six cloves from the bulb and picking up a tiny knife he’d laid out next to the oven.

“Don’t laugh at me!” Michael pouted. “I don’t know if you’ve noticed, but I have no idea what I’m doing. I almost never do.”

Ashton gave him a fond smile. “You’re not alone in that, I promise…”

It was hard not to feel comforted by Ashton’s lopsided smile, so most of his embarrassment slipped away fairly quickly.

“I just chop off the little hard parts at the bottom of each clove and peel the skin off before chopping it directly into the pan. Don’t chop it on a board or you’ll lose some of the flavour.” Ashton explained carefully.

Michael watched with interest as Ashton demonstrated his technique with the first two cloves. He handed the third to Michael along with the knife and gestures for him to add it to the pan.

It took him probably three times longer to chop that one clove into the pan, than it took Ashton to do the first two, but he was encouraging and patient. The older man praised Michael for completing the tiny task, seeming genuinely impressed.

Once all six cloves of garlic had been added to the pan, Ashton turned on the hob into a medium heat. “Okay, so we stir this together for about five minutes. Can you do that while I open the tin of tomatoes?”

Michael nodded, picking up the wooden spoon from the counter and storing the simmering ingredients together. It already kinda smelt like his favourite Italian restaurant and his tummy grumbled impatiently.

“One thing I should specify is, you need to use tins of whole tomatoes, not chopped.” Ashton explained as he poured the first tin of tomatoes into the sizzling pan. “Can you pour in the second one?”

Michael did as he was told and watched as Ashton squished the whole tomatoes down and stored them into the red eat of the ingredients.

“Mmm it smells so good.” Michael sighed, breathing in the delicious smells.

Ashton looked proud of himself as he offered a smile. “Can you take over the stirring while I add the salt?”

Michael took the spoon from Ashton, ensuring that their fingers brushed.

There was a moment of eye contact and a silent shifting of tension between the two of them. If ever there was a time to bite the bullet and kiss Ashton, now would be it. His nerves failed him though and he dropped his gaze to the simmering pan.

Instead of moving around Michael to pick up the salt as he’d done for the tomatoes, Ashton simply reached past the blonde, pushing him against the counter momentarily before he pulled back to add the salt to the pan.

If Michael had been fully alert, he’d have recognised that for the flirtatious move it was meant to be, as it was, he put it down to a simple lack of judgement on Ashton’s part and continued to concentrate on stirring the sauce.

***

The tomato pasta tasted as good as it had smelt. It turned out to be exactly what Michael’s hungover body had needed.

He and Ashton had eaten it at their little table in the kitchen. Conversation had flowed freely as always, skirting around flirtatious at times but never quite enough for Michael to pluck up the courage to take things further.

“The only thing that would have made that better would have been a nice glass of white wine, but I thought you were still a bit too delicate for that.” Ashton giggled as he picked up the empty plates from the table and carried them over to the kitchen sink.

“Hey, you drank as much as I did!” Michael pouted, picking up the empty glasses and following Ashton to the sink. “How’re you not hungover.”

Ashton chuckled as he ran the water into the washing up bowl. “You’re just a lightweight, Mikey.”

It wasn’t the first time Michael had been called that so it didn’t take him by surprise. He laughed it off as he grabbed a tea cloth ready to dry the dishes that Ashton washed. “One day you’ll stop teasing me, Irwin.”

Ashton shook his head. “Don’t count on it, babe… you’re too easy to make fun of, that’s not my fault.”

There it was again, that little slip, a fond nickname that roommates probably shouldn’t have for one another.

Quickly pulling himself together, Michael nudged his flatmate in the arm, just hard enough to pull a surprised “oof” from him.

“Careful now.” Ashton warned jokingly. “You don’t want to start a scuffle you can’t finish, Clifford.”

Michael threw caution to the wind and nudged Ashton again, deliberately keeping his gaze on the plate he was drying.

“That’s it!” Ashton huffed, scooping up a handful of bubbles and swiping them across Michael’s face.

The blonde spluttered and shook his damp fringe out of his face before fixing Ashton with a glare. A few acts of retaliation flashed through his mind. He could have whipped Ashton with the tea cloth or splashed him with dishwater but none of that happened.

There was something about the way Ashton’s eyes were sparkling, almost like he was daring Michael to do the thing he’d been too scared to do this whole time. He refused to let another opportunity pass like before when they were making the pasta sauce. Michael tried not to overthink as he stepped forward and cupped Ashton’s face with one hand before leaning in and kissing him.

The raven-haired man’s lips felt every bit as soft as they had done on that night seven months ago. Ashton didn’t kiss back with the same hunger and desperation that he had done back then, though.

Michael stepped back, feeling his cheeks heat up in an embarrassed blush. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have done that, Ash…”

Ashton bit his bottom lip between his teeth as he stared at Michael intently. “No…” He said, finally breaking his silence. “You just shouldn’t have waited so long.”

The older man’s words had barely penetrated Michael’s brain before he was being pressed against the counter behind him. Ashton’s lips were on his again but this time they were working just like they had been that night at Ashton’s old place.

The intense kiss pulled a whine from Michael and he automatically wrapped his arms around the older man’s neck.

It started as a fairly simple kiss but it quickly began to build momentum. It was the crack in the dam holding back all of their emotions for all this time.

“Ashton…” Michael gasped as they pulled apart for air. “I know we said we should just be friends but…”

“Fuck being just friends.” Ashton mumbled as he worked kisses down Michael's neck. “I can’t pretend anymore.”

Those words were all Michael needed to hear in order to relax into this. “I can’t tell you how bad I’ve wanted this.” He whispered.

Ashton slipped one of his thighs between Michael’s as he nipped at the blonde’s neck. “I think I have some idea.” He groaned. “I never stopped thinking of the way you moaned my name that night, Michael.” The older man confessed, pulling back just enough to look Michael in the eye. “Wanted it again since the moment I walked in here.”

The way Ashton was looking at him like he wanted to devour every inch of Michael, had the blonde melting. “Me too.” He crashed his lips against Ashton’s in another desperate kiss as he subconsciously rutted against the older man’s thigh. After the months Michael had spent feeling kind of lonely and touch-starved, the tiny amount of friction was enough to have him whimpering against Ashton’s lips.

“Uh, you sound and taste even better than I remember.” Ashton muttered, pressing his thigh harder against Michael’s crotch to pull another little gasp from him.

“Ashton! Fuck, please, I…” Michael’s head tipped back as he lost his fight to regain any sort of control over his own body. He was in Ashton’s control now, and Ashton knew it.

“Come on…” Ashton coaxed, stepping back from Michael as he took both of his hands in his to pull him away from the kitchen counter. Michael whined high in his throat as he easily followed where Ashton led.

Michael had hardly been into Ashton’s bedroom since he had helped him move some furniture the day he moved in; it had almost felt too intimate to go into Ashton’s personal space given the history between them. Seeing it now, cozy and dark with slithers of light coming through the window from the lamp posts outside, gave Michael a chill; it felt like Ashton was sharing a secret with him.

He followed Ashton’s lead dutifully all the way to the bed, accepting the deep kiss Ashton offered him as a reward, before the older man peeled his oversized sweater from his torso, breaking away to pull it over Michael’s head. Michael wanted more contact, but was disappointed when Ashton gently but decisively laid him down among the crisp sheets, instead.

Ashton pulled his own t-shirt over his head in one fluid motion and flicked the lamp on his bedside table on, bathing the bed in a warm glow that made Michael feel like he was in a dream.

Michael gazed in wonder at Ashton as he climbed into bed beside him, letting his eyes travel all over his arms and chest, taking in the extra tone and definition in his body since the last time he’d been able to stare at him like this; clearly, the yoga was doing more than just allowing Ashton to ‘find his centre’.

He didn’t think he was anything special to look at, but he could see Ashton mirroring his own actions, eyes full of lust searching all over the parts of Michael’s body he could see, and even his gaze lingering on a part he couldn’t.

“Ash,” Michael breathed out, surprising himself with how far gone he sounded already. “Take ‘em off, I wanna…” He trailed off as Ashton’s eyes snapped up to meet his own, holding eye contact for only a moment before he nodded almost imperceptibly, shuffling down the bed and taking hold of the waistband of Michael’s sweatpants. He returned his gaze to the pale man before him, biting his own lip as he allowed his fingertips to graze the skin of Michael’s hips. “These too?” Ashton questioned in a low voice as he brushed the fabric of Michael’s underwear.

“Oh God, yeah”, Michael answered, squirming slightly from the infuriatingly gentle feel of Ashton’s touch. Ashton didn’t need to be told twice. Michael shivered with the feeling of being suddenly completely exposed as his sweatpants and underwear hit the carpet. Michael looked up at Ashton through his lashes, braced up on his knees in his black, ripped jeans. “You’d better be planning on losing those in the next second, Irwin.”

Ashton smirked as he undid his jeans. “And I mean your underwear, too!” Michael amended hastily, hungry to see if his memory of Ashton’s body was accurate.

The dark-haired man’s smirk grew wider at Michael’s clarification, pulling his zip down and allowing his jeans to fall open, exposing only bare skin beneath. “Underwear?”

Michael’s jaw dropped a little, prompting a deliciously filthy laugh from his roommate. “For the record, roomie - I don’t wear underwear.” Ashton winked as he yanked his jeans down as far as he could in his current position, before wriggling around to pull them off completely. Michael was pleased to see that, if anything, his memory had been selling Ashton short. Blame it on the alcohol.

Michael didn’t know how to decide on what to do first; on one hand, he wanted to kiss Ashton non-stop for the rest of eternity, but on the other hand, if he didn’t get filled up in the next 10 minutes, he was definitely going to throw a tantrum. Luckily, he realised, it probably wasn’t up to him. All of his experience with Ashton so far told him that the older man would definitely be taking the lead, and this was definitely not a problem for Michael. Indeed, it had worked out very well for him last time, when his staff night out started at the bar and ended with Ashton eating him out like his life depended on it.

“What are you thinking?” Ashton’s sultry voice broke through his thoughts, apparently wanting a coherent answer despite the fact that he had just begun to run his fingers up and down Michael’s sensitive, pale inner thighs. Michael let out a shuddery breath as he tried to use his words to tell Ashton he wanted anything and everything possible between them, right there and then. Perhaps the way his cock twitched when Ashton let one his nails run over a faded stretch mark right at the base of one of his thighs would speak for itself.

“Maybe we should get right to, huh, gorgeous?” Ashton teased, withdrawing his touches to lean towards his bedside table. He pulled open the top drawer, fumbling only for a moment until he found what he was looking for. The lube and condom were dropped carelessly onto the mattress as he shut the drawer again, returning his attention to the man almost-beneath him immediately. “We’ve got plenty of time for all the other goods stuff; right now, I need to fuck you, and I know you need me to fuck you...don’t you?”

Michael wondered at what point in his life he had begun to communicate exclusively in whines, but Ashton seemed to be into it, so it didn’t matter. Michael watched impatiently as Ashton popped the top on the half-empty bottle of lube, wasting no time in squirting a generous amount onto two fingers on his right hand and pulling Michael’s leg fully around his hip with his left.

Michael’s heart jumped as much as his cock when Ashton breathed gently on the lube coating his fingers in an attempt to warm it slightly before he brought them straight down to Michael’s bare hole, rubbing over it in a firm circle.

Michael was glad he didn’t have the problem of not wanting his roommate to hear him getting fucked, anymore, as he let out his loudest, neediest whine yet. Ashton proved he had meant what he said about not taking their time with their second tryst, sinking his index finger inside Michael in one fluid motion. Before Michael had got to 10, Ashton was opening him up at a steady, delicious pace and was driving Michael crazy in record time.

Michael wouldn’t claim to be a pornstar or anything, but he didn’t normally have a problem with stamina. If Ashton kept it up like this, though, Michael was in danger of coming before Ashton’s thick cock got any closer to him, and that was unacceptable.

“Ash, please, I can’t...I want, ne-your cock, please!” Michael cried out as Ashton probed his spot one last time before immediately acquiescing to Michael’s begging. Michael wriggled at the loss of Ashton’s fingers, but took comfort in the fact that Ashton was already tearing the condom packet open.

Michael watched in awe-tinged anticipation as Ashton gave himself a couple of loose tugs once he had the condom on, before closing in on his lover once more, making sure Michael was laid comfortably on the pillows as he positioned himself over him. Michael clung to Ashton’s shoulders as he lined himself up, just resting the tip on Michael’s slick hole for a moment.

Ashton’s hazel eyes bore down into Michael’s green ones with a soft fire as he raised one hand to brush Michael’s fringe out of his flushed face. Michael let out a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding as Ashton pushed in - slowly, but all the way.. He felt like he was sinking and floating simultaneously, and wrapped his arms around Ashton’s neck to anchor himself here, with him, in this moment.

Ashton pressed his face deep into Michael’s neck, kissing and sucking his way up towards Michael’s ear. “You good?” He murmured, shifting his hips a miniscule amount. “Yeah,” Michael breathed, “S’good, please…”.

With a final nip to Michael’s neck, Ashton pulled back slightly and began to move his hips properly, his cock sliding halfway out each time as he began to build a steady rhythm for them. Michael felt that perhaps in their sexual relationship so far, he was earning himself the reputation of a bit of a Pillow Princess, and so he began to move his own hips to meet Ashton’s building thrusts. Ashton groaned, long and loud, at the heightened sensations Michael’s movements brought, and they began to work together towards their goal.

Suddenly, Ashton’s mouth was crowding his, his tongue sliding into his mouth in a glorious kiss that Michael never wanted to end. He couldn’t tell if it had been 10 minutes or 10 hours when he felt that familiar feeling begin to bubble in the lower stomach. Ashton had begun to up the pace of his thrusts, his hips occasionally stuttering as groans rumbled low in his throat, so Michael knew they were on the same page.

“Ash,” He murmured in the millisecond between kisses. “Touch me, please, I’m getting so-” Michael broke off into a moan as Ashton was already wrapping a firm hand around his neglected cock, stroking it with determination and flicking his thumb over Michael’s dripping head. “You close, baby?” He murmured, eyes drifting over Michael’s face and the arousal present there. Michael was starting to writhe slightly and his head was flopping to the side on the pillow, but Ashton wanted his attention. With his free hand, he took Michael’s chin and turned his head to meet Ashton’s stare. The moment Michael was forced to meet his strong, heated gaze, his hazel eyes boring down on him with such intensity, Michael felt the kick of heat and it was all over. He cried out Ashton’s name and let out a series of curses and moans as he came, hard and hot over Ashton’s hand and their sweaty stomachs in equal measure.

Michael hadn’t finished himself before he felt Ashton taken by surprise, as well; his hips shooting forward to fill him to the hilt for the last time as he spilt into the condom, releasing Michael’s chin to brace himself through his orgasm on the pillows. “Michael, fuck!”

Michael regained enough control to watch Ashton’s face through hooded eyes as he came, moaning and unrestrained as he finished. He thought he looked heavenly.

As they both fought to catch their breath, Ashton pulled out gingerly, releasing Michael from his grip as he moved away to remove and dispose of the condom. Michael wriggled in place, trying to get comfortable to recover from what he hoped would be the first of many. Ashton came back from the bin in the corner and flopped back down, alongside Michael now, lifting his arm to allow Michael to snuggle in under it when he wrapped it around him. “So…” He said, sounding casual as you like. “About the whole platonic, friendly, roommate thing…”

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ok so I tried to come up with three characters like you did for me but this was very difficult. so feel free to ignore some if you don't like it or feel like talking about someone else :'D but the beauty ghost/liu qianqiao (word of honor), yu tangchun (killer and healer, bc i know you like our opera boy) and seo moonjo (strangers from hell, bc i am always curious about you and this dentist lol)

Aaaah thanks for these! 💗 It’s been a joy to answer them, so I hope you can get through my ramblings about them.

Referring to Give Me A Character

and I’ll break their ass down:

How I feel about this character

All the people I ship romantically with this character

My non-romantic OTP for this character

My unpopular opinion about this character

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

My answers under the cut:

Liu Qian Qiao/ Beauty Ghost (Word of Honor)

How I feel about her: I love her and she deserves better. I’ve not finished the drama yet and I know surprisingly little spoilers about her. I just love to see her acting on her own accord, standing up for the person she loves. Being protective and so caring of Luo Fu Meng, it breaks my heart. From what I’ve seen, she’s gotten on my radar only recently - after they saved Luo Fu Meng from the prison, I got really excited to see more of her and them in general.

I think she deserves better than that pathetic man whose name I don’t bother to remember. I’m scared of what the show will do to her but I’m so excited to see more, especially now that Scorpion got them in his clutches? She’s on par with him and I’m curious which direction this will go. However, as with many C-dramas unfortunately, she does not really feel tangible to me? There is always something missing, just a small piece that will make her feel more true to me. Maybe the drama will deliver on that? I’m not sure what to expect.

All the people I ship romantically with her: Luo Fu Meng!!! Lesbian ghosts rights!!! Their recent scenes have been breaking me and I just want to see more of them. I want to know more about their past together, about their dynamic. Luo Fu Meng is her master but right now, Liu Qian Qiao is the one guiding and caring for her. It shows how equal they actually are, even if not in their title. Liu Qian Qiao’s devotion to her feels so burning and determined - whatever she has going on with that man just pales in contrast. She was ready to risk it all for her and she would never abandon her. She’s willing to do anything and I’m just praying for their lives - please don’t fuck it up, @ show writers.

In short, I just need more of them. Please.

My non-romantic OTP for her: I loved her interaction with A-Xiang a lot - she truly seems like an older sibling to her and it’s precious to see. I can see them being easily annoyed with each other but also fiercely protective of the other. I can see A-xiang being an unstoppable whirlwind and Qian Qiao trying to ground her, while being incredibly fond. I can also see A-xiang pulling her older sister out of her own head, grounding her and validating her? Tell her that she is more than she thinks of herself, and that she deserves a lot more than she allows for herself. I need more of their interaction because I’m weak for found family tropes and I need more of the ladies doing their own thing outside of Wen Kexing’s or someone else’s periphery.

Also I want more interaction with her and the Evil Bodhisattva???? The potential that friendship has? Please gimme.

My unpopular opinion: I don’t know any opinions? I’ve not yet dived deeply into the WOH fandom because I’m not done with the drama yet. I’ve generally seen little content about her and the other ghost ladies, which is a pity. Once I get there, I’m excited to dive into all the fandom has to offer.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I’m on episode 24, so I can’t really judge what the show is gonna do to her, but so far I wish for more depth. Less of that horrible man being affiliated with her. Less of her being subjected to violence. More agency. More of her and Fu Meng interacting, caring for each other, being in each other’s space. I hope her to survive and not be killed, so I’m crossing fingers.

Yu Tangchun (Killer and Healer)

How I feel about this character: OH BOY. I have freshly baked feelings about him, get ready. Warning for spoilers:

First of all, I always felt the drama did not dive into him as deeply as I had wished. Something was always missing there, but I can’t really name what. Maybe more depth, other than just being sick and out for revenge? He had more potential and I will get to it later. But from all I’ve gotten from him, I love how strong he is, and how much bravery there is in such a small body. He has his own mind and own agenda and doesn’t allow people pushing him around - I also love how deceiving he can be, even to his friends (namely Chen Yuzhi when he asked for that drug). He is a clever fox and I love that for him. Which also made him incredibly unpredictable to me in the beginning - I just couldn’t quite place him?

In the end, am just incredibly fond and he deserved so so much better than the show ever gave him.

All the people I ship romantically with him: Zhan Junbai, with all its flaws. From the first moment on, their tension just made me go ???????? the whole time. It was amazing and unsettling to watch, see its development and knowing this could not end well. A very delicious dynamic that always treaded the line of will they or won’t they (whether that refers to killing each other or otherwise). At some point I felt a little more invested into their plotline simply because it was so interesting and unpredictable. The mutual attraction is undeniable, which made what happened later even more heartbreaking and fucked up.

It could have never worked, even if Zhan Zhunbai had been less of a dick. They deserved a different ending - at least Yu Tangchun should have been the one to kill him, or at least they should have had a proper showdown together. After all - they were more than friends at this point.

My non-romantic OTP: I loved his friendship with Chen Yuzhi, but I must say I would have loved to see him more with Chu Ran! If we imagine a different ending, they could have bonded together so much over what Zhan Junbai did to the both of them. They are both so gentle and headstrong, I wish we had gotten more of them together. It could be relaxing and freeing for the both of them.

Also I’ve always wondered how exactly Yu Tangchun’s friendship with Jiang Yuelou worked? I think this got way too little spotlight.

My unpopular opinion about him: I have no idea what is popular and what isn’t? Maybe that I sort of enjoyed the idea of Yu Tangchun joining Zhan Junbai, even though I knew it wouldn’t happen. Let me dream, that could have been a different level of conflict.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: Oh boy. Oh boy. SO MUCH. Spoilers ahead if you haven’t finished the show:

First of all, his ending?? It felt way too rushed and while not out of character, he deserved so much more than his death being an afterthought to the plot and a few sad gay flashbacks. The entire ending felt rushed and oh boy, could I rant about it here, but I will try and focus on Yu Tangchun. So yes, give him the respect he deserves.

Another thing which I have mentioned above is that I wished they had given him more depth? Just a little bit more other than the trauma and agony he went through. I also wish I had seen more of his opera and his story with it - how he got there, how he thinks about it. We only ever got glimpses and I get that a show can only focus on so much, but still.

I also wish his ending with Zhan Junbai had been different - in a sense that I wanted him to break Zhan Junbai, lure some genuine emotions on his face other than anger. I wish they had gotten more….closure? I don’t even know. It didn’t feel satisfactory at all. Zhan Junbai went through so much trouble to keep him and then suddenly he let’s him go and then he dies? It just went too quickly. If at least Yu Tangchun had been there to kill him in the end, or at least get some sort of closure. I’m rambling now because I don’t know what I wanted for them but it was certainly more than what the show gave me. I am so frustrated about the ending of the show, help me.

Seo Moonjo (Strangers from Hell)

How I feel about this character: Conflicted. That is the short answer to that, but of course I’m not here to give a short answer. Do I have to clarify that I do not condone the actions of a cannibalistic serial killer in real life? I hope not. Okay, let’s get to it then.

Seo Moonjo (or Mr. Dentist, as I lovingly call him) to me is incredibly intimidating. Part of it is that Lee Dong Wook does an incredible job at depicting him as charming and terribly unsettling at the same time. From the first second he shows up on screen, you feel this presence - and you feel intrigue and fear. Which is what Seo Moonjo wants, it’s what he preys on.

So when I think about how I feel about him, I think he is one of the best villains I’ve encountered recently, simply because he makes me feel the same way he makes Jongwoo feel. I’m very fascinated? I feel Seo Moonjo is a very lonely person, lost in his own ideals and morals. He has absolutely no sense of social propriety and does not intend to learn them. He’s so caught up in his own art and his desire for a certain life, it’s almost pitiful how much he desires it. But of course, once I feel a sliver of pity, he reminds me that he is - indeed - hell personified. I am still lowkey mad that he charmed me (why is being a villain so sexy smh).

Summing up, I love and hate him. What a creepy bastard.

All the people I ship romantically with him: Yoon Jongwoo, despite all the cruelty of it. I think comparing this show to NBC’s Hannibal is very valid, even though these two never got a proper development of their relationship like Will and Hannibal did. I absolutely think that Seo Moonjo is in love with Jongwoo and wants him to be his, wants to wrap him up in his life and make him the ‘perfect art-piece’ he had always wanted in his collection. No matter how sick it is, this obsession is probably the closest Seo Moonjo can get to feeling love - he does not know how else to love.

So what do I want for them? I want Jongwoo to get his revenge, to make Seo Moonjo suffer as much as he did. I want Jongwoo to see eye to eye with him so they can walk with equal footing. I want Seo Moonjo to realise that Jongwoo has as much power over him as he thinks he has over the other. After this, they can be murder husbands for all I care, in true Hannibal-esque fashion. The emancipation of Jongwoo needs to happen first, and Seo Moonjo needs to realise that he is not the invincible one in this relationship. After that, they can have a good time together, no matter how fucked up that time may look like.

Also, I am convinced that he ‘dated’ Yoo Gihyeok in a twisted way, before he went and fucked up his plans; and before Jongwoo came to cath his eye.

My non-romantic OTP: As mentioned above - Seo Moonjo is a lone wolf. Yes he had his pack and someone that guided him on this path, but none of them ever come close to him to see his heart. The show itself doesn’t give him much space to see a potential friendship except the one he has with Jongwoo. Jongwoo would be the answer for this as well. (also to be fair, I don’t wish anyone to be friends with him damn)

However, if I could explore more dynamics he has with other people, I would love to see it with Officer So. I think she is an incredibly interesting and strong character and the few scenes they had together were fascinating - she came as his patient and ended up being his enemy. In another installment of this show, I would’ve loved to see more interaction like that and see the development of them being pleasant acquaintances (and maybe Seo Moonjo realising that she too is worth his attention) to enemies. I want Seo Moonjo to find respect for her.

My unpopular opinion: I’m not into depicting him as fancy rich, as many do in fics. Yes he’s a dentist and surely has a ton of money, but I like the idea that despite this wealth, he would always be a shabby sort of person. Not decked out with a luxurious rooftop apartment and wearing dress-shirts every day and expensive watches; but rather using his wealth to make himself safe from detection, finding remote areas, buying utensils and appliances for his ‘art’. So no, I reject the vision of him lounging on the highest building in Seoul with a minimalist empty apartment. I see him in a ratty rundown but expensive old mansion/house that has many corners for his artistic endeavours. I’ve already picked the perfect house for him in Busan, on the top of a hill overseeing the city and the harbour.

One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon: I’ve mentioned it above, but I wish Seo Moonjo had gotten to feel more pain. We got Jongwoo’s liberation and Moonjo being proud of his ‘artwork’ while Jongwoo kills him, but that was not the revenge Jongwoo needed. In the end, Moonjo still lingers with him, as a constant presence, and he never got a taste of his own medicine. While watching this show, all I wanted was Jongwoo to break Moonjo’s heart. This would not make up the suffering Moonjo put him through but at least they would be equal. So I have my own revenge fantasy with this character that is more than ‘merely’ killing him. Being killed by Jongwoo just felt like an honour to Seo Moonjo and I’m not satisfied with that.

Phew okay I’m done! Thank you for giving me something to ramble about, it was a joy!!

#personal #answers #tag game #am gonna tag it like this #word of honor #killer and healer #strangers from hell

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Why I think Jaskier is queer-coded and also bi/pan: An Essay

Earlier today I made a post [x] asking for opinions on Jaskier being queer-coded and now I’m presenting you my 1.5k word long essay on why I think that’s the case and why I also think that Jaskier is bi/pan (even though the character most definitely wasn’t planned that way).

I used lots of gifsets and Tumblr posts as inspiration and sources and humbly thank everyone who has made my life much easier with those.

Okay, so, let me start this off by saying that the showrunners don‘t and most probably won‘t want to make Jaskier queer in any way. But there‘s a bit of a problem there because there‘s a good chance that the actor (Joey Batey) is going to go against that with his personal choices in acting the character out.

It doesn‘t help that there‘s an interview in which he actively goes against calling Jaskier a womaniser and says that he is just „falling in love with everyone“ as soon as he sees „them“, he spots „someone“ and is obsessed with „whoever“ is in front of him. You can see it in this post (https://heydrichmuller.tumblr.com/post/189946596054/my-brother-played-the-pronoun-game-wound-up) in which what the actor does is called „playing the pronoun game“. That‘s what lots of queer people do when talking about their love life/sexuality/partners/etc. I say it doesn‘t help because it actively paints the character he‘s playing as bi/pan, especially with the „he just loves everyone“ comment.

Then there‘s another thing, now something that we can see in the show - movement.

Queer-coding hugely depends on clichés, I know that, but that doesn‘t mean that those clichés aren‘t true sometimes. So when I look at Jaskier‘s movements and he‘s moving his hands a certain way, cocking his hips and holding his hands there, cocking his head, I can‘t help seeing a queer person there. (https://gayregis.tumblr.com/post/189807338329/its-all-about-the-hand-gestures-joey-batey-as)

That also brings me to the next point:

He‘s a Drama Queen. He gasps! And argues! And cannot believe the way he’s treated! He deserves better!

Now, one could say that He‘s a bard! That‘s what he does! It‘s to entertain people! But. Jaskier doesn‘t entertain people when he‘s being a drama queen. Instead, he‘s greatly annoying them with it and, at the most, only entertaining himself. This is mostly visible in the „You need a nap!“ scene, which also shows his exaggerated movements pretty well. (https://captainpoe.tumblr.com/post/189836119464/the-witcher-1x05-bottled-appetites)

Then there are some other scenes that (to any queer person, I‘d say) just scream „this can‘t be straight, can it?“, simply bc it‘d be So Fucking Weird if it‘s actually meant to be straight...

One of those is the bathtub scene. Like, what, it‘s normal to rub your friend-not-friend‘s „lovely bottom“ with camomile? In what world??? And there‘s no reason Jaskier needs to do any of that, Geralt could have just bathed himself. (https://mrcavill.tumblr.com/post/189812738178)

From that we can go on to another part of the bathtub scene: „And yet, here we are“ (https://catness-tchalla.tumblr.com/post/his-189817475480), implying that Jaskier wants/needs Geralt.

Jaskier‘s basically running after a fruitless friendship for over 10 years. He‘s showing real perseverance in befriending someone, while also employing excuses to do so (using the fact of being a bard and /having/ to sing about him/sharing his legacy as an excuse to stick close to him for so long). And he does try to have a kind of intimacy with a man who‘s generally seen as someone who‘s intimidating and driving everyone away. (https://thewitchersdaily.tumblr.com/post/189937577863/no-lord-in-his-right-mind-will-come-close-if)

Still, Jaskier‘s desperate to have his company and wants to continue travelling together to prove that he can be a good partner. (https://meldvnsk.tumblr.com/post/189961512351/me-when-i-see-how-desperately-jaskier-want-to-be)

I do also want to make a point about Jaskier‘s outfits, although most of it can really be condensed into Well, He Is A Bard, So.

But I just want to state that there is no reason for him to still dress so extravagantly when he‘s just walking through the woods for days and weeks with Geralt. At first he has no other choice but, with the years, surely he can learn to have something more.... practical.... in his bag with him? But no, he chooses to keep his style and always look out of place. And, well, queer people are kinda known for the special care they take of their clothing (https://meldvnsk.tumblr.com/post/189960250906/jaskiers-outfits)

Then I want to shine some light on the way Jaskier talks about him on their first day of meeting: https://thewitchersdaily.tumblr.com/post/189776322313/same-geralt-of-rivia-and-jaskier-in-the-witcher and https://skywalkrluke.tumblr.com/post/189956240667/the-witcher-2019. He is basically trying to please this, well, Manly Man™, with his (very awkward) compliments, akin to another scene we know - the „sexy goose“ fiasco, in which Jaskier totally fails in Flirting 101. (https://thewitcherdaily.tumblr.com/post/189811062630/the-witcher-1x06-rare-species)

In episode 6, there‘s a scene that a lot of queer people can identify with (or at least I think so and I actually do). Jaskier is trying to comfort Geralt in a way, but also himself. He suggests leaving together, to „get away for a while“, to run away from all their problems while still sharing each other’s company. And what hits the most is the bard saying that No, he is not thinking about a new song right now, this is just about them, this is just about him trying to figure out what he himself wants. (https://skyvalker.tumblr.com/post/189947455079/the-witcher-2019-s01e06-rare-species)

And now we come to the point where I can seriously not think anything else but „Oh boy, that guy is love with another man“: Her Sweet Kiss (https://youtu.be/NyZvWBFbIRw).

First off, the song is a reaction to Geralt‘s rejection of him and states how hurt he is by that rejection (https://captnswilson.tumblr.com/post/189886399796/if-life-could-give-me-one-blessing-it-would-be-to).

But I will go into a bit more detail, starting with the changes in the song that happened between the first time we hear it (start of episode 6) and the time we finally hear the finished song at the end of the episode.

Firstly, „I‘m weak, love“ changed to „I‘m weak, my love“, underlining with the use of the possessive pronoun that whoever is the „I“ sings about their personal loved one.

Secondly, there‘s the line „garroter, jury and judge“.

We know that Geralt is the mentioned garroter (remember Marilka saying Geralt sounds like garroter in the first ep?). Now, what does it say that Jaskier is debating whether to use „gorgeous garroter“ or „lovely garroter“ in the song and then ends up using neither? My take on this is that the finished song focuses more on the pain he experiences than being a hymn on the heroic actions of the handsome Witcher. The idea of a gorgeous garroter has actually become, as Jaskier calls it, „too cerebral“.

I‘ve talked quite a bit about the song now without having explained what I think it actually means, so let‘s come to that.

Her Sweet Kiss has three sets of personal pronouns - I, you, and she. I believe that those stand for Jaskier, Geralt and Yennefer respectively. Going with this choice of characters, it‘s fairly easy to see what the lyrics want to tell us.

In the first verse, Jaskier is basically just complaining about Yennefer. He paints her as the evil one, the one causing him heartache and pain.

I do not think that this verse, as I have read quite often, is written from Geralt‘s perspective. It doesn‘t make much sense regarding the use of pronouns and the meaning of the verse.

Why would Geralt complain about her and then call her his love? Why would he talk about her (using „she“ and „her“) and then switch to talking to her („Tell me, love“)?

It makes much more sense to say that this is Jaskier talking about „her“ (Yennefer) to his „love“ (Geralt), especially when one thinks about the line „How is that just?“.

That last line of the verse shows Jaskier criticising Geralt‘s actions. It directly accuses him of being unjust towards Jaskier, something that was previously unheard of because the Witcher always does the thing that does the world justice. But in this case, the bard was left hurt by him without a good reason.

When it comes to the chorus, there is nothing much to interpret. The lyrics plainly state that Geralt‘s relationship with Yennefer is destroying something. Looking at the context of Geralt and Yennefer „breaking up“, followed by Geralt forcing Jaskier to leave, this must clearly mean the destruction of Geralt‘s and Jaskier‘s friendship.

The second verse starts with Jaskier warning Geralt of Yennefer, who is depicted as a dangerous current, pulling him closer into her clutches.

The verse then ends with the part we already know from the beginning of the episode.

„I’m weak my love, and I am wanting

If this is the path I must trudge

I welcome my sentence

Give to you my penance

Garrotter, jury and judge“

If you think this is Jaskier giving up and leaving Geralt alone after having accompanied him for more than a decade, having finally been judged and sentenced to a life without him by the famous garroter, then yes, we are exactly on the same wavelength there.

(Of course I don‘t think that that‘s what the producers thought while making it but hey, that‘s exactly where the accidental queer-coding comes in again!

So, anyway, this is exactly why I see Jaskier as bi/pan but of course that‘s only my personal perspective.)

Tagging the people who helped me by making gifsets and sharing their thoughts on Jaskier:

@lola1b @pocketlibrary @heydrichmuller @gayregis @captainpoe @mrcavill @his-catness-tchalla @thewitchersdaily @meldvnsk @skywalkrluke @skyvalker @captnswilson

#jaskier #geraskier #gerlion #geralt x jaskier #the witcher #geralt/jaskier #lgbtq

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thesugarace · 4 years

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Alright

I finished HLITF season 1 for Kaga and I SWEAR TO ALL 12 ZODIAC GODS

VOLTAGE. PEAKED!!!! AT KAGA’S SEQUEL

THIS STORY IS AN ABSOLUTE

(Early warning: minor/major spoilers and a lot of rants/fangirling/thirst etc etc all bec I just absolutely love this story and I feel the need to share this love with everyone. Also, I keep seeing everyone hating on MC in this but I actually really liked her here and so I MUST defend her)

Okay

First of all look. loOK. LOOK AT THESE CGS!!!!

CAN YOU BELIEVE WE GET A HOT AND SEXY KAGA CG, A LITERALLY STEAMY ROMANTIC CG AND A BOMB AF STORY ALL FOR $3 EYE-

And oh my huedhaut dont even get me started on the story. It was absolutely on point. It has everything a HLITF story promises to have:

justice in the eyes of our straightlaced MC vs the PSD ✔️

Conflict btwn Kaga and MC precisely because of that ✔️

Our girl pulling a vanishing act bec she refused to compromise her values ✔️

the refusal of each side to back down and their love for each other TEARING THEM APART INSIDE ✔️

OUR GIRL SHOWING OFF HOW INSIGHTFUL SHE REALLY IS AND FINDING A SOLID AF LEAD ✔️

MC’S GROWTH in finding a somewhat compromise between her principles and what is required of her as a PSD detective ✔️

And of course, my absolute favourite: ANGSTY ANGSTY MY-WORLD-IS-ENDING-BECAUSE-MY-MC-IS-IN-DANGER-ANGSTY KAGA ✔️

Okay, I need to address the one thing that everyone just hates about this story en masse and it’s MC. Personally, I dont agree with her about the some parts, especially the interrogation because she did hinder an investigation and in law enforcement that is one big No-No but I do see where she’s coming from, especially with the surveillance thing and the whole copping out and literally running away to the countryside. I saw reviews abt her being completely naive but seriously, put yourself in the position of the one being spied. She’s so against it because to the suspect, what they’re doing could be harmful to him, especially so if he was innocent. I think as a person, she believes in the more publically-accepted justice - the kind of justice that everyone wants but is really very difficult to obtain.

And this is where we get to the beauty of this story. As per their MO, the PSD is ready to do whatever it takes to get the culprit even it means breaking the law. They’re desperate to get the culprit because people are actually getting hurt and the longer this guy gives them the slip, the more people are going to get hurt. Even in MSB, its been established that to the PSD, the end ALWAYS justify the means and they dont give a shit if they look like criminals for it. So this is where the conflict arises between MC and the PSD guys. For the PSD, there’s an opportunity where they might get the culprit but its illegal and for MC, what the PSD wants to do is too risky for something only based on suspicion; she wants to stay on the legal path but she has no lead whatsoever and time is not on either side. People dont seem to realise the weight of MC’s viewpoint and have a tendency to think of ‘officers doing something illegal’ as something as light as jaywalking or smt. No, these institutions have a wide reach and one misstep could bring harmful repercussions onto countless innocent people not to mention the implications of their actions on their integrity as an institution of the law and the integrity of the entire justice system. However, the PSD’s side is a lot more true to reality albeit in more complex situations: their duty beyond all else is to prevent crime and there are times when there really seems to be no way. I’ve been working in law for the past few years and this is a classic dilemma that has been simplified but quite well executed in this context. Justice is not as clear cut as the right way, the right end. The law may simply be black words on white paper but different circumstances dye it with their own colours. This is where MC is lacking. She’s like a freshman at law school - someone who truly believes in the importance of justice but actually has little idea what that actually entails. She is not entirely naive but more in a sense that she’s never been confronted with these kind of complex high-stakes situations (she worked in a police box before this for Ichthys’s sake) and that inexperience disables her from seeing and evaluating the entire situation from the PSD’s pov. For her, its like playing poker for the first time and she’s already betting with the million dollar chips.

The second thing I REALLY must defend her in is the whole quitting from the academy. For the love of Zyglavis, she did NOT run away just because Kaga told her she’s not suited for PSD, it was just the trigger. Lemme put it in a different scenario (btw this scenario is not meant to mirror the situation, its only meant to evoke how MC felt in the story) Imagine you live in a city and you and your significant other are living together. A pandemic has struck your city but everyone refuses to wear a mask and the government is even encouraging people not to wear a mask. You know that wearing a mask slows down the spread of the virus and you are trying to convince people to wear one but they just ignore you. The number of cases is dropping and people think its because they dont wear masks unlike other cities but you know that people should still wear masks or the numbers might spike. So you try to convince everyone to wear a mask and people start berating you for being so stupid as to believe that masks will slow down the spread of the virus when the numbers are dropping without the city wearing them. You go home and your significant other berates you for forcing other people to wear a mask and says ‘since you wanna wear a mask so badly, get out of my house and move out of town’ That’s what it felt like for MC: the absolute frustration + sadness from the rejection of what she truly believes in by the people she’s surrounded by. Time and time again in the story, she’s confronted with the fact that the justice she believes in is not the justice PSD serves. For someone who is working towards joining the PSD, that has to be killing her inside every time. It just serves as a reminder that she is not suited for PSD nor is she what PSD wants in a detective, something she has been struggling with since MS1 but she perseveres perhaps because of her dream to become a detective or because of her aspirations to someday be Kaga’s equal or at least be someone he considers he can rely on. I really believe it’s the second one, after all, it was his rejection of her that really broke her inside and finally convinced her to quit. That’s why if you buy the ending set, you’ll see in the extra stories that Kaga gets extremely angry AT HIMSELF that MC quit the academy. He knows that our persistent Kappa doesnt give up so easily, not even when he scolded her for ruining his interrogation. Its because all these factors built up and he was the one to push her over her limit. So yes, our girl is not fragile yall. She’s just been through so much and I honestly dont blame her for leaving like one order of R&R for our MC here, she deserves it thanks.

Okay, I need to end this soon cause its starting to get too long but what made me really love her here is the whole LIME thing. That part made love her so much because even when she quit on the academy, there’s still a fire inside her to do what it takes to achieve justice, even if it meant relying on the people she didnt agree with. Even when she was so broken inside believing that she’s not one of them, she’s not needed by them, she’s not worthy of helping them; she just wants to help!

IM SO FREAKING SOFT FOR HER BECAUSE THIS GIRL WHO HAS BEEN THROUGH SO MUCH IS STILL FIGHTING IN HER OWN WAY AND JKASHFHASKJHAKSHKJHGA BRB CRYING

ALSO

THAT BLOODY PHONE CALL OH MY FREAKING SCORPIO THAT PHONE CALL. I died when he told her that quitting is not an excuse to leave his side. THESE TWO EYE-

Okay, you have to read that phone call scene from both sides because then you’ll see how much these two are being stubborn because they still dont accept the other’s pov abt the case but at the same time how much they love and miss each other is gnawing at them inside AND THEYRE STRUGGLING TO HOLD ALL THOSE EMOTIONS BACK WHEN THEY HEAR EACH OTHERS’ VOICES OVER THE PHONE FREAKING KRIOFF TAKE THE WHEEL PLEASE

Anyways, I really enjoyed reading season 1 for Kaga, especially because of his MC - I see her actually growing from the small police box officer to a PSD cadet and the sequel, especially, shows promise in how she’s going to navigate the world of law enforcement and facing difficult choices. Our girl really decided to return to the academy without finding a proper middle ground between her values and what PSD requires of her but she showed determination to work on it so I really hope we get to see more of that in later seasons. Also, WHIPPED Kaga is my fav but soft Kaga is up there as well. MC SAYING HE SOUNDED SAD OVER THE PHONE AND HER TEARING UP I CANT. THESE TWO ARE BAD FOR MY HEART.

Okay, Im not sure what I’ll be reading next. I kinda wanna start on his season 2 but considering how amazing this season is for Kaga, Im really curious abt the other characters so I might start on them before starting any season 2s. Also, idk if I would make these long argumentative-ish essays a thing but just idk why, my brain is really good at spewing essays out when it comes to HLITF and I think its fuelled by the panic from all my unfinished work so yay

Thanks for reading!!!

#rediscovering hlitf #HLITF #Hyogo Kaga #seiji goto #hideki ishigami #ayumu shinonome #shusuke soma #her love in the force #voltage inc.#otome #voltage otome #voltage romance sims #voltage guys

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santa baby - sauna

WHO: Sawyer Hudson and Fauna Hudson - @sawyer-hudson

WHEN: 25th December 2020

WHERE: The Flanagan Household, Belfast, Northern Ireland

WHAT: Sawyer and Fauna do some Christmas themed.

WARNINGS: Smut, Santa/Regina George, light degradation

Sometimes roleplaying was slightly hit and miss. That was the conclusion Sawyer came to when staring at himself in the bathroom mirror, donned in the costume Fauna had picked out for him. Santa's suit hug him maybe slightly too tightly, and there was no vest under it, his bare chest peaking out from under the red velvet, the matching trousers only coming up to rest on his hips, which he had no doubt in mind was the intention. He had spent a good couple of minute messing with the Santa hat, and when he deemed it was acceptable, dashed down the corridor from the bathroom back to Fauna's bedroom before either her parents, brothers, or his sister could see them. "Hey," He said, swiftly closing the door behind him, "When you told me you had a sexy Christmas surprise, I imagined there'd be a certain present I'd get to unwrap, not that I'd be the one, uh, distributing the gifts." Fauna smoothed down her skirt in the mirror, very satisfied with the Regina look for today. Her red lipstick tying in perfectly with the red velvet look that she was rocking. She heard the bathroom door open and carefully reclined across her childhood bed, having changed the sheets into red ones she had Mary pick up under the pretence of festiveness. When Sawyer entered the room she pouted a little at his first words. “Excuse me Hudson. If you want to unwrap your gift then you’d better play along properly. Enter as Santa and then maybe I’ll tell you what this is all about.” The blonde demanded, gesturing her hand towards the door without a hint of a joke. It should have been obvious the moment Sawyer walked in and noticed the blonde wig, that he should have kept his mouth shut and continued with the act. However, he took a moment to stare at Fauna -- well, Regina -- firstly incredously at how she spoke to him, eyes lingering a little too long on her get up. A part of him wanted to lecture her about speaking to him like this, but another part of him was extremely curious about this evening's plans. "Regina, I didn't know you'd be joining me this evening." He said, voice more tightly than if he was speaking to just Fauna. "One second." Promptly exiting the room, he took a deep breath, praying the other five members of the household didn't have the sudden urge to walk down the corridor, before pulling open the door ocne more. "Ho! Ho! Ho!" He announced, "Merry Christmas! Have you been naughty or nice, little girl?" As Regina Fauna found herself ever more confident in drinking in the attention that she got from Sawyer. Watching his eyes drag across her body. “You didn’t think I was going to go a whole holiday season without giving you a gift?” She was glad when he did as he was told and entered again. “It’s funny that you should ask that Santa Baby... because that’s what this is all about. I want to know if I made your nice or naughty list.. and if I’m on the naughty list I was hoping we could come to some kind of arrangement about getting back onto the nice list.” She purred, slipping off the bed and heading over to him. Regina never wasted time, as she pressed her body close to his. It was important to Fauna to take this scene seriously, and therefore important to Sawyer, although Regina as an added extra to this type of scenario was indeed more of a challenge. "Well," Sawyer-as-Santa said, eyeing her carefully, trying not to groan at the feeling of their bodies pressed together, not wanting to give her the satisfaction. He instead stepped back, holding his hands on her waist firmly to stop her from moving closer. "Why don't we get comfortable, little girl, come sit on my lap, and I'll check my list." They moved to the bed, him spreading his legs slightly wider than usual, pulling her down onto his lap. "What's your name?" Regina watched him eyeing her and saw how he put his hand on her waist to keep her from doing what she had been intending and rubbing herself up against him. “Sure Santy Claus.” She purred, trying not to let out any kind of a squeal as he pulled her down onto his lap. With a slightly devilish smile the blonde began to shift in his lap a little, as if she were trying to get comfortable but in reality she was simply grinding down on him. “Regina George.” She responded in a voice that was perhaps the must innocent that Regina could muster. He refrained from groaning as she shifted around on his lap, his cock twitching in the tight Santa pants. He didn't want to give Regina the satisfaction, not just yet. Sawyer-Santa, Sawnta he dubbed in his head , lips flinching amusedly for a moment, before focusing on the scene at play. "Regina George...yes yes...we know all about you at my workshop," He said, "The naughtiest girl, right on top of the list." He raised an eyebrow, "And why do you think you've been so naughty this year, Regina?" Regina almost pouted when he gave no reaction to her shifting and instead threaded her arms around his neck. If she’d been doing the scene as herself she would have paused to find out where his smile had come from. But as Regina she simply sighed with indignation that she was the naughtiest girl on the list. “Ugh! That is so unfair. Is this because I’ve put that Cady Heron girl in her place, and been sleeping with Hudson even though he has that simpering little submissive?” She asked in a temper. “Surely you can’t be mad at me about that? Hudson likes it when I’m mean to him.” It was fun, to have the occasional scenes where Fauna -- Regina -- was more of a brat. Sawyer didn't like to be a hard-ass, and he never really needed to be, but he felt like a different version of himself when dealing with Fauna's alter-ego, and he guessed as Santa he was a different person altogether. The benevolent leader of Christmas, the one who decided who was good and to be rewarded, and who was bad and needed to be punished. His eyes flicked up and down Regina for a moment, and he decided that she definitely needed to be punished."I don't thnk it's very unfair at all, those seem like very valid reasons for you to be on the naughty list," He said, "And I don't think he likes it, he's had to punish you quite a bit, hasn't he, Regina? I think maybe you secretly enjoy it." He raised an eyebrow, as if daring for her to challenge him. Fauna loved playing this role, because she could mirror every early 2000’s bitch she had ever loved without actually hurting anyone. She made a little ‘hmph’ sound when he claimed that they were all valid reasons for her to be on the naughty list. Face pulled down in annoyed pout when he said she deserved to be on the naughty list. “I think maybe he’s the one who enjoys it.” She protested, folding her arms, eyes glinting as she returned his challenge. Regina never backed down quickly unlike Fauna herself who usually almost immediately backed off. Sawyer recognised the counter-challenge Regina was putting on the table, and decided to rise to it. That was the whole point of her meeting up with him, to pay her dues for being on the naughty list, after all, wasn't it? "I believe he does, but because he gets to punish naughty girls like you, he gets to be on top of the nice list. All you need to do, Regina, to get what you want for Christmas this year, is to admit you're a bad girl and accept a spanking. But," He smirked, taking in a moment to appreciate how well Fauna played entitled bratty characters, a far cry from who she was, "I think that's what you wanted for Christmas all along, right?" Him saying the word spanking was usually enough to make her stir a little, and sure enough she shifted a bit on his lap with excitement at the idea. “Hudson gets to be top of the nice list because he smacks my ass?” Regina huffed though she wanted it, she wanted the spanking very badly but she wasn’t willing to just completely bend she would have to do it on her own terms. “I mean I definitely asked for a pink Porsche for Christmas.. and a new set of FENTY underwear.. however.. I suppose if it’s what will get me back on the nice list then..” The blonde leaned in close. “I’ve been a very naughty girl... and I need a spanking to set me right.” He couldn’t help the very un-Santalike smirk that plastered on his face when he felt Regina shift. “He’s just being Santa’s little helper.” He observed, knowing she was close to giving in, his hand snaking around her waist, resting on her lower back, stroking a teasing pattern into the skin. “Thank you for admitting that Regina, maybe you’ll get what you wished for after all, now stand, hike up that skirt and expose that ass for me, and then bend over my lap.” He ordered, enjoying the idea of her being on Santa’s lap in an entirely different way. Her mouth twitched at his comment about her being Santa’s little helper, but she quickly rearranged it into Reginas snooty expression again. She shifted herself against when he put his hand on her back, her heart fluttering a little when he asked her to bend over his lap. “Alright..” She tutted, standing up and turning away from him so that she could make a show of flipping up her skirt and slowly dragging her panties down before she leaned over his lap. She might not want to tell him so, but she was more than excited for her punishment. He appreciated the show Regina did for him, and once she was positioned over his lap as told, he began to caress her naked cheek. “Good girl,” Sawyer purred, almost sarcastically. “See was that so hard to be good for me?” He teased, before lifting his hand up and spanking her firmly on the cheek he just stroked. Firm, but not too hard, but definitely with enough force to leave a delicious red mark on her pale skin. “And what do we say after every spanking, Miss George?” He prompted. Regina tried hard not to show how aroused she was by the situation. Though she knew that the small sharp breaths that left her body betrayed her. “Being good for you is not a requirement.” She responded slightly bitterly, though she knew that it was. The blonde couldn’t help but moan just a little as his hand came down on her ass. Hips shifting just a little with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She said without really thinking about it. “Or something like that.” Sawyer chuckled, pausing the next spank, hand lingering in anticipation, hovering in the air. "I think you'll find, little girl, it's the only requirement." He corrected her, smirking at the moan, and the little shift of her hips, as if trying to gather some friction. "Sounds perfect to me," He said, before spanking her again, "Now tell me, Miss George, what do you want for Christmas? Aside from the lingerie and car? What, in this moment right now, do you want?" The blonde waited for the next strike and found herself almost holding her breath anticipating his hand. Where he couldn’t see her face she licked her lips, Sawyer was always so hot when he was in control like this. She couldn’t help but let out another little noise of surprise when his hand came down again. “Thank you Sir.” She responded curtly. “I want.. to get this over and done with so you can fuck me. Because let’s face it.. everyone wants to fuck me.” She declared without shame, Regina George was never shy. Not even when it came to the all seeing, all knowing Father Christmas. He chuckled, tempted to deny her for the way she had answered his question, but stopped himself because she had only followed orders. Sawyer never said how nicely she had to tell him, just to tell him what she wanted. "Keep making demands like that, young lady, and I'll drag this on until you're sobbing for release." He warned, as another smack landed on her cheek, "But I don't think everyone wants to fuck you, not without a bit of begging from your own end." Sawyer smirked, biting his lip at the thought of it all. "Beg." He ordered, with another smack to punctuate it. "Off my lap and on your knees and beg for me to fuck you." The blonde couldn’t help but let her mouth fall open when he threatened to make her sob for release. Her thighs squeezing together slightly with arousal. “Thank you Sir.” She remembered as his hand came down again. Had she been playing herself she would have perhaps teased him about all Dominants being secretly evil. But Regina was just slightly shocked that she was being forced to beg, this early, before arousal had truly penetrated her bravado. In a very unlike Regina manner her cheeks flushed red. She slid off his lap and onto her knees, chin jutting up with her own pride. “Please..” She swallowed. “I really want you to fuck me.” Her tone was flatter than really begging, but Regina could never quite give in properly right away. Sawyer knew the usual Regina routine like the back of his hand by this point, but he thought since they were shaking things up with this specific roleplay in mind, he might as well try and catch her out when he could. Try and see how much of Fauna's natural good girl instincts would jump out to contradict with Regina's more bratty side. All he could do at her version of begging to fuck her was raise his eyebrow unimpressed, pretending to check the time on the imaginary watch on his wrist. "You know, Miss George, I have plenty of other naughty girls to get on the good list before Christmas Eve. If you're not gonna take it seriously, I'm just going to have to go." Regina pouted a little when he seemed unimpressed with her display of begging, but as her eyes traced his abs peaking through the outfit and the strong line of his jaw, she confirmed how much she actually did want this. "No.. please Sir." She responded, changing her posture from grumpy to seductive, leaning forward on her knees to put her hands on his thighs. "Please, I want you so badly. I want you to fuck me, not any of those other naughty girls.. I want you to fuck me like the bad little girl that I am. Please, please fuck me. I'm desperate for it, all you've done is put me in my place and I'm already so wet for you. Do you want to feel how wet I am for you?" It was so easy how much he could make Regina work for it, and he focused on her words as she begged, the change in her body language, how she placed herself for the sole purpose for Sawyer to look at her. To get him as desperate as she sounded, and honestly it was working. His cock twitched against the soft velvet of the Santa pants, and he bit his lip as he thought about his next move. “Since you’ve proved to me you can do what you told, I’ll let you have a little treat,” He decided. “Do I make you suck me off whilst you’re already conveniently on your knees for me, put that mouth you run to good use to get me nice and hard to fuck you with, or do I let you back on my lap, to finger fuck you, inspect how wet you claim to be?” He asked, curious in which direction she’d want to take it. Reginas entire body language had shifted now that she was in seduction mode, and she continued to run her fingers lightly over his leg. Cheating just a little because she knew that it turned him on. Licking her lips she leaned in closer. “Why don’t you let me show you what a good little girl I can be and suck you off and then see how wet it makes me.” The blonde was hedging her bets, she wanted his fingers inside her but she didn’t want to admit it in case he teased her by taking the opportunity away. Plus the Fauna part of her brain was always a little desperate to bring Sawyer pleasure. Sawyer tried not to shift at the sensation of her running her fingers down his leg, sometimes as equally stubborn to show his enjoyment as much as Regina was. Truthfully the suggestion was delicious and as much as he wanted to enthusiastically agree, he had to pace himself, pretend he was mulling it over. "You can try," He eventually said, "Show me how much of a good girl Regina George can be." Sawyer leaned over from where he was sat, hand placing over the back of her neck, to angle her head to look at him properly in the eyes. "I don't want you breaking eye contact from me the entire time, I want to see how much you enjoy being a good little girl." Internally Fauna had to bite her lip to stop herself from visually melting just a little when she challenged her. Regina however quirked an eyebrow when he set down his terms. She was beyond aroused, but she wasn’t sure she wanted him to know that. It wouldn’t do if people thought she enjoyed being a good little girl for anyone. However she nodded as much as she could without breaking eye contact. “I can do that for you Sir.. though don’t be afraid to tell me how much you like it.” She purred as she went for the waist band of his pants, tugging them down. She ran one hand over his length as she leaned in to swipe her tongue over the head of his cock. Sawyer had to steady his breathing, not wanting to show just how desperate he was for this. Fauna was an amazing, talented person in many ways, and that included her mouth. Mixed in with Regina’s sassiness, it was hot and almost overstimulating. “Only if I’m enjoying it,” He managed to say, reminding her who’s in charge, gulping thickly as she pulled his trousers down, freeing his cock, her tongue making contact with his sensitive head. “Oh....fuck...” He gasped out. Regina liked watching him a lot as she slowly slid her mouth down his length pressing her tongue to the underside of his cock as she did so. It always made her feel powerful to see how she could break him down just a little with what she considered to be such a small notion. She continued until she had taken him all the way in, before pulling back just as slow. You should always start with a tease, was her personal motto. Once she’d pulled her mouth back, she gave him a little wink before she began to bob her head with a little more speed. Sawyer let out a shaky breath as she began to work over on his cock, eyes slipping shut as he felt his length hit the back of her throat, letting out a groan. "Shit," He moaned, "Guess your mouth is good for something other than talking back." Sure, the Dominant had stammered out the sentence, but he couldn't help but flutter open his eyes and smirk down, rolling his eyes at the wink, another moan falling from his lips as she increased the speed. "Don't...stop..." She watched his eyes fall shut with satisfaction, glad that she already had him starting to fall apart just a little for her as she continued to work her mouth over him. She stopped for a moment again when she had him all the way to the back of her throat, and as she pulled back she hummed around his length to create a slight vibration to further stimulate him. Doing a few ministrations like that before returning to her regular rhythm. The familiar twist low in his belly only increased in pressure when Fauna hummd around his cock, and he let out a groan. He was so close already, but he didn't want to come like this, he wanted to drag it out for the both of them. "Fuck, Kitten," He murmured, momentarily forgetting the roleplay aspect of the scene for a moment. When it popped back into his head, he snapped his eyes back open from where they had fallen shut, glancing down at her, reaching out to hold a tuft of her hair. "That's enough, Miss George," The Dominant panted out, "You've proven yourself to be a good girl for me so far, why don't you come back on Santa's lap, and we can check how wet you are for me, and see if you're deserving for an early Christmas present?" Fauna almost smiled when he said her special little name instead of Reginas, because she loved to make him lose control like that. But she didn't say anything because she was more than enjoying herself. She whined as he pulled at the wig stilling her movement almost wishing that it was her real hair that he was tugging on, shifting her hips a little with arousal at the husky quality of his voice. "I'm glad you enjoyed yourself Sir, I did say that I was very good with my mouth." Carefully she rose from her knees and laid herself across his lap. "I really am hoping for that early Christmas present." Sawyer had to remind himself not to be too rough with Fauna’s hair, that it was a wig she had probably spent ages laying just right. He didn’t want to ruin the mood of the scene, or accidentally catch it and hurt her. “Well guess we’ll see, won’t we?” He mused to her, shifting to make sure she was comfortable on her lap. He moved his hand onto her thigh, slowly tracing the sensitive skin as he moved further up in between her legs. “Tell me again how badly you want me.” He ordered, murmuring in her ear. Regina waited patiently while he shifted them, smug in the knowledge that she’d done a good enough job to get him a little flustered. Before suddenly his hand was moving up her thigh and the smugness was replaced by a little pant of excitement. “I want you so badly Sir, I want your fingers in my cunt... I need you to feel not just hear how badly I want you, I’m so wet for you Sir. I don’t act like this for just anyone you know.” She responded in a low purr, trying to make sure that despite the fact that she was begging that she still sounded somewhat in control. If he had his way, he'd listen to her beg for him all day, cock twitching at the desperate ache of want in her voice, a pleasurable pain all too familiar to Sawyer. And though he wanted to keep teasing, keep her begging, have her practically sobbing under his control, he didn't know how much patience he had left himself. "Good girl," He rewarded her, hands snaking up her sensitive skin, fingers teasing her lips, letting out a groan at the wet warmth he was greeted with, biting his lip in anticipation. "I'm impressed you weren't lying," He murmured, fingers running up and down her lips, thumb circling at her clit,"You are fucking soaked for me." Her breath hitched again as he ran his hand up her thigh, waiting with anticipation until he finally began to touch her where she wanted him the most. The blonde let out an uncharacteristically desperate moan as he teased her. Hips shifting on his lap a little as she searched for friction. “Lie? Me? Never.” Regina lied, though the words were lost to a loud needy moan as his thumb finally found her clit. “So wet for you.” She promised. “Only for you.” The blonde encouraged, not wanting him to take away the pleasure now that she had it. Something about the way the Regina character mixed in with Fauna's own clear desperation really did something to Sawyer, and her began nipping at her throat, fingers sliding in easily into her wet core, curling upwards, before he began to slowly finger-fuck her in teasing motions, wanting to her her beg for it before he filled her with his cock. "God so desperate and needy," He groaned, breath hot against her ear, "What do you want for Christmas?" He repeated, smirking because he had a feeling he knew the answer, and he was more than ready to give it to her, "What does my good little girl want fro me this Christmastime?" The little submissive couldn't help but let out an eager whine from the combination of his fingers pushing inside her and the nips to her neck. Unable to stop herself from grinding back against him as his fingers teasingly pulled in and out of her, desperate for him to give her a little more, to fuck her a little faster. "I want you." She said forgetting her character for a moment, her words clouded by lust before she corrected herself. "I want you to fuck me hard." She corrected in her Regina voice, though it was way harder to keep thinking about Regina when he was calling her his good little girl. "I want you to fill me up, and make me see fucking stars." He couldn't help the chuckle that left him, vibrating against her neck from where he nipped at the skin with his teeth. "You're so pretty when you beg," He commented, the speed of his fingers inside her increasing. "I want to fucking ruin you, I never want you to feel pleasure with anyone else like you do with me." Sawyer's voice was low and husky, and he had an almost dangerous glint in his eye as he removed his fingers, using the hand that was holding her to lift her chin so she had no choice but to look him in the eye, as he sucked the juices of his fingers. "Fuck you taste delicious, guess there was a sweet side to you after all, Regina." He teased, before shifting, where she was sat on his lap, giving his exposed, hard cock a few strokes, before both hands reached to grip her hips, and he slowly began to push inside her. Regina let out a little annoyed huff at his words as if she was somehow above being a pretty beggar, but it came off somewhat pathetic due to the fact that she was panting desperately with excitement, hips pushing back against his hand as he fucked her. "I-" She began to form some kind of sassy remark but it died before it begun, he had her entranced. So all she could do was watch with lust filled eyes as he brought his fingers to his lips, letting out a soft whine as she reached to put her hands on his shoulders nails digging in just a little as she watched him. "I've told you before Sir, I have a pussy to die for." She managed, before she let out another needy whimper as he began to push inside her. "Fuck.. yes.." The blonde mewled, head tilting back. Sawyer chuckled in a way that was more dirty and mischevious than Santa-friendly. "Cat got your tongue?" He teased with his words, as he was teasing her with his hands, feeling a rare type of smugness wash over him that he could do this to her with a few well-placed touches and words. She seemed to have found her persona again just before entered her, and he playfully rolled his eyes at how quickly the biting words turned into a whimper, because it was obvious Regina was losing her hold, and he wasn't afraid to tell her so. "Well it seems like I have a cock you're absolutely desperate for," He groaned as he began to thrust, slowly and almost painfully, burying his head into his shoulder as his own desperation began to sink in. Sawyer didn't know how long he'd be able to tease her as it was already not doing himself any favours. He was so attractive to her when he was smug like this, and she had to hold back from telling him so. Because Regina George didn’t want to give him the satisfaction. Even though she was desperate for him right now and she knew it was written all over her face, pushing her body as close to him as she could as he pushed slowly inside her. The blonde let out another needy noise that was akin to a sob as he teased her. “Please fuck me Sir. Please I need you to fuck me hard.” She begged in his ear, unable to hold back. “Ruin me.. make it so I can only ever think about your cock from now on.” She dug her nails into his shoulders as she ground her hips down on top of his length. leather daddy17/02/2021 Sawyer couldn't hold back anymore, her sobbing out of desperation only tipping him further over the edge, and with his teeth grazing the skin of her neck, he began to fuck her hard and fast, letting out his frustration in the best way he could. "I want you to think of me, and only me, no matter what." He instructed in a low grunt, finger nails digging into her hips to hold her in place as his thrusts deepened. "When you're whoring yourself out for jocks on the football team, when you're touching yourself late at night. You only think of me." The blonde gasped as his teeth scraped over the skin of her neck, and let out another soblike noise of relief as he began to fuck her hard and fast. Her nails digging in even harder into his shoulders as she rocked her hips against him. “I will Sir, no matter what. I’ll only think of you fucking me, how good you feel inside me.” She promised breathlessly.”When I’m using my fingers to get myself off I’ll be wishing it was you instead.” Fauna added beyond turned on at this point, she took a hand from his shoulders snaking it down her own body. “Can I?” She asked referring to touching herself. Every single noise that left Fauna's mouth urged Sawyer on, and he didn't stop, only trying to go as hard as fast as they both craved in this moment, as evidenced by his hard grip on her waist, surely causing bruises, and her sharp nails digging into the skin of his shoulder blades, making him hiss every so often in pleasurable pain. "Good girl, I don't want you ever getting off unless it's because of me." He growled in her ear, eyes following where her hands moved from his shoulders to inbetween her legs. "Yes, yes," He groaned out, not even caring he was supposed to act more Dom-like, to berate her for her lack of manners. They were both too far gone now, no longer caring about the pleasantries of the scene they had created, only caring about the end result. "Fuck, Kitten," He groaned, "I'm so close." Fauna couldn’t barely think now that he was giving her exactly what she wanted, little moans and whines leaving her lips with every thrust. “I won’t.. I swear.. only you Sir. There’s only ever you.” Regina was basically gone now, Fauna was just telling him the truth. He was it for her forever, the only one that she would ever think of or let touch her. Before the words of approval were even fully out of his mouth she was rubbing at her clit. Fingers moving quickly to try to keep up with the punishing rhythm that their hips had created. Leaning her forehead against his shoulder for support as she did so. Knowing that he would support her. “Me too Sir... can I cum?” She choked out against his skin, the pleasure radiating through her body almost too much to handle. Sawyer didn’t know when Regina had completely evaporated from Fauna but he was grateful to have his Kitten back when they were like this, pushing each other over the edge, enjoying the everythingness of each other. “Yes, yes,” He moaned, not only answer to her question but as a proclamation on how he himself was feeling. “I...fuck,” And with that he came, realising with a groan, steady rhythm growing sloppy. “Come for me, Kitten,” Sawyer commanded, softly urging her to finish too. Despite the ridiculousness of the original set up there was a kind of intimacy that had settled over the two of them in this final moment of being together in this way that was so special to Fauna. She whined as she felt him release inside of her, pressing her mouth against his shoulder half as a kiss and half as moan. "Love you so much Sir." She choked out as she came hard, clenching around his length. Before she felt herself go boneless against him. "So good." She panted. The need for release gone, the cloud of lust in his head slowly evaporating, Sawyer couldn't help but laugh once they were both sated, remembering the original premise for this scene. He laughed against her, trying not to exert himself. "God I love you so much," He murmured, giving himself a moment to breathe before he pulled out of her with a hiss. "Let's get us cleaned up and ready for bed?" Sawyer then suggested, tucking some stray hair of the blonde wig behind Fauna's ear, no longer seeing her as Regina. When Sawyer laughed Fauna laughed too, peaking her head up from where it had been buried in her shoulder. She leaned in to delicately kiss his forehead. “Merry Christmas Sir.” The submissive giggled and then nodded. “You might have to carry me though because I think that you’ve broken my legs for now.” She informed him with a little shrug, completely content

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8, 15, 17, 28 for the writer meme, if you didn’t already get any of those

8. Share a snippet from one of your favorite dialogue scenes you’ve written and explain why you’re proud of it.

i just answered this, but since it’s you, i’ll go for some blake ;) hm....

i must say, i think i have written some pretty great dialogue for blake’s 7 in my time. here’s one of my favourite bits -

“It’s a quality operation,” Vila said. “They wouldn’t skimp on a thing like that. You want a boyfriend, Blake – and I want to go to Del Ten. Give me your promise that we can spend a week there once we find Docholli and I’m your man.”

“Vila, once we’ve found Docholli, we will have the key to finding Star One,” Blake pointed out.

“Are there any dancing girls on Star One?”

“I very much doubt it.”

“Then I’d still rather go to Del Ten,” Vila said.

“Couldn’t you wait?” Blake suggested. “Until after we blow up Star One?”

“After you blow up the Federation’s weather control systems, you mean?” Vila said. “And throw the civilised world into chaos? Right, I’m sure that would be a lovely time to take a holiday. Got any more suggestions like that, Blake? Perhaps I should invest in the stock market at the same time.”

“Two days,” Blake said. “I could give you two days on Del Ten.”

“A week!” Vila repeated.

Blake shut his eyes, and pinched the bridge of his nose between his thumb and forefinger. He willed himself to find the strength to complete this conversation and make the right choices.

“Oh, Blake,” Vila said kindly. “You really need this, don’t you?”

Blake felt a hand rest on his shoulder and looked up into Vila’s sympathetic eyes. “Yes,” he said with relief. “I’m sorry, Vila. I don’t want to put you in this position. But I really do need this.”

“You’re going to have to give in then,” Vila told him in the same kindly tone as before. “Unless,” he said, a twinkle in his eye, “that is, you want to ask Avon to be your boyfriend...”

i could have quoted this entire scene - even this is a lot. i love writing blake and avon, i love writing avon and vila, but i really really love writing blake and vila together because there are some lovely moments in canon to draw on. they’re two characters who have very little in common except that they’re both smart. this conversation is about how blake - who almost always gets his own way - now needs something he can’t just demand that vila does, and that gives vila the upper hand repeatedly throughout this conversation. blake, even though he knows this is an awkward conversation and really should be better prepared.

i also like the different lengths of the dialogue - it has a good patter.

it’s also funny, and funny because it’s cruel to someone (in this case blake, not usually), which is very blake’s 7. also also - it ends with vila insinuating what is essentially the plot - i.e. that avon will have to pretend to be blake’s boyfriend by the end of the story - and this is a trick that i always enjoy for a section end. the audience is like - oh ho, wouldn’t that be simply TERRIBLE? ;) ;)

good times.

15. If you could choose one of your fics to be filmed, which would you choose?

hm - not sure. maybe right now ... ‘Hang the Moon’? it’s got a lot of good action that would translate well to film, and i have a very clear idea of how most of the scenes look.

it would be kind of weird, though, right to have a film of a ‘carry on’ fanfic before we have a ‘carry on’ film. so i’m finding it quite hard to visualise.

i would have loved to have written some dialogue for blake’s 7 people to actually say (assuming they remembered how to do the voices properly, paul darrow). i would be so embarrassed to present paul darrow with my porn, though (although ‘An Apple Cleft in Two’ would be so great, though, as it’s practically a bodyswap - i love the idea of seeing the real stephen pacey pretending to be blake, and paul darrow just being so angry), so it would have to be some sort of gen.

ok - i think i choose ‘Showdown’ because it basically is ‘Duel’, so I know the Beeb could have staged it. it’s got some mega emotion that gareth would have done beautifully, too -

Blake extracted his hand slowly from Avon’s. He pressed his fingers against Avon’s wrist and waited, but there was no pulse. He let the hand drop and tried the artery in Avon’s neck, but he knew he was just prolonging the inevitable. Avon was dead.

He forced himself to look back at the man who had been his friend.

Avon looked peaceful. The blood spattered on his face was not his – it was Travis’s and had fallen from Blake’s cheeks like tears. Blake screwed his eyes shut again in an attempt to stop it, and in the darkness Sinofar’s voice said,

“So – the battle is over.”

17. Do you write your story from start to finish, or do you write the scenes out of order?

i almost always write in order. when i think of a scene that is in the future, i will usually write some notes about it, but try not to write it because i very much build on (in my head? i dont know how much comes through in what gets written) what i wrote before in terms of how people think and feel/i do a lot of dialogue call-backs.

there are a few occasions where i go ahead and write something that happens later, but then i feel like i really screw myself when i try and go back and write the missing piece. i have to re-write everything i wrote previously to make it make sense... ‘Greener Grass’ actually is an example where i didn’t write out of order on purpose, but i thought i’d start with simon’s section which introduces all the bodyswap stuff fine, but it was too heavy with the bodyswap plot AND the introduction of the agatha-isn’t-here/get simon’s magic back stuff. there was just too much going on.

so then i had to write an intro section for baz, which i thin is good - it frames the story as baz’s story, which i know is what rainbow would want, and gives us calm before the storm ... as well as giving me an opportunity to write the exposition i needed.

but i had to go back an edit the next section a LOT to make room for it. which i hated.

28. Share three of your favorite fic writers and why you like them so much.

i’ll do two batches.

blake’s 7:

x_los is my girlfriend, but i knew her first as an amazing writer. i wouldn’t have written half the things i did for b7 if she hadn’t started writing these epic, involved political stories, and she writes great porn. i really am not interested in david copperfield/uriah heep, but she thinks baz is a cat killer who does not deserve the time of day, so there you go. we’re in different fandoms now.

elviaprose is not only a great writer (the foot fettish fic is incredible, given that neither she nor i have a foot fettish as far as i know), she’s also really engaged with other people’s writing and i love that. it’s really good fun.

judith proctor - i wanted to put in a second generation fan, and i was tempted to go for willa shakespeare (so good, so plotty, so porny) or nova (such pain!), but i have to go for judith. judith taught us all how incredible blake is. her love for this character, and the way that she always writes him as smart but flawed, and attractive to avon because he is smart and principled, rather than for any other reason, is fundamental to any of us reclaiming him for the future. (it’s probably not a surprise that the authors i like really influence me as a writer, but worth calling it out - i am very much saying that as well). Touching Life! so good.

carry on:

we have some amazing writers, thank you fandom <3 three of my very very predictable favourites (the same three, i think, who wrote my favourite fics of last year) are:

@basic-banshee - what can i say? (insert long pause while i think of what to say.) i mean, we all know Ban is a great writer. it’s a pleasure when the most popular writer in the fandom is also a genius. i love all her secondary characters and that she spends so much time with them. she writes the way i want to - lots of good tropey stuff, great fun AUs, and plotty plotty good plot stuff. also - she always writes the most perfect endings that just make you feel GOOD.

@sharkmartini - i think we share a lot of the same ideas about what we like in fics i.e. we like the same tropes, we like that baz is a vampire, we think the same things are hot and romantic. i love the way sharkmartini plots this and she always writes great dialogue. also, i do think we owe snowbaz smut to her - maybe it wasn’t the first-first, but ‘Monster Under the Bed’ (which is SO good, honestly still one of my absolute favourite things) seems to have influenced so much of what came after it.

@krisrix - also an amazing artist, but for me an even better writer. the smut is amazing and sexy while also at the same time being really tender. kris also writes beautiful, long amazing kisses - and again, endings that are so beautiful and tender. also - let us talk about the plotty things! i love writers who mix plot and romance (or even dare i say - smut) because i love to have all the things in one fic. What Stays and What Fades Away is so smart and interesting. and, of course, kris has written my all time most favourite trope - fake relationship.

#my content #carry on

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The Bad Boy/Good Guy public personality dynamic of David Duchovny

Written as a birthday gift (with her blog prompt) for Charmion @grungekid84

Dedication: Charmion and I are of different generations; separated in age by over twenty years. I was the age she is now, about, when the X-files was new and she watched it first as a child. Yet today we share similarities in thoughts related to our celebrity crush. To both Charmion and David Duchovny I say, I hope this blog does the love the justice it deserves.

Why are women 20 to 70 years of age fan girls of the 59 year old David Duchovny? Not simply fans! Fans might watch a movie because an actor is in it. They might rewatch a series a half dozen times. Fan girls like Charmion have an Xfile room and paint pictures. Fan girls like myself write blogs, fan fic and team up with fan girls like Cathy Glinski to present at academic conferences. Why do women who have no other celebrity crushes have this need to celebrate this one celebrity in these ways? It seems significant to me the age range of women who are fan girls. I have stood in an audience surrounded by women barely old enough to meet the 21 age limit who knew every word to each of his songs. I heard one such woman say that this is an experience she would tell her grandchildren about. I, also, know women closer to 70 who have traveled to a meet and greet or comic con because they wanted the opportunity to thank this celebrity for the years of joy. Just today as I start to write this a woman I do not know tweeted @hearteyes4david an open letter to the world with a life wish to meet and thank this man. There are so many of us who just want to say thank you. And I won’t say none of us are not, but most of us are not crazy. We are lobbyists, store managers, attorneys, emergency room nurses, church secretaries of different ages and nationalities, many happily married, most normal women ( and some men). So many of us eager, compelled almost, to meet a single specific man and say thank you.

Some of it, people will say, is lust. Yes, it’s possible that if he was a less attractive man we would wish to thank him in person less. Still, can you truly look at the picture at the end of this blog and say his looks are so much more Adonis like than any other man? To say it’s purely a physical lust for a handsome man is dismissive of the intelligent, thoughtful women so moved to want to thank him.

His talent? “Sweet baby Jesus” he gave us Mulder and if that wasn’t enough, Moody. Whether he is playing a man who has lost his wife in Return to me, a drugged out doctor in Playing God, or a Russian operative determine to see the US nuked in Phantomn he makes every character seem so real that he gets a reputation for only playing himself. He is so good of an actor playing such diverse roles that folks can’t believe is truly acting. Still, I think most of us would just be fans and not fan girls if good looks and talent was all he had going for him

He is multi-talented and many love the rock star with romantic, heart breaking lyrics. For me, as I have often said, he is my favorite living novelist with three novels published and a fourth to come out soon. He writes intelligent, funny, heart breaking novels with an unique style and characters that again seem real (even the talking animals). In a recent interview he said something to the effect that his kids could read these novels and know who he was a man. I think that’s why I love his writing so much is because lyrics or prose they are authentic expressions of an artist’s personality; which brings me to Charmion prompt...the personality of David Duchovny.

I have met the man briefly a handful of times. I like the man I have met, but I can’t pretend to know more anymore than his public persona. I know how he comes across in interviews, what others who know him say about him, and all I can possibly gleam from his public art...from the things he has acted in and from his written art- the XFiles the Unnatural, the movie “House of D”, the novels, the lyrics, the distorted selfies in the mirrors reflections he tweeted when he used to tweet. This is how I know what I know about the man...and the fact that the few times I met him he was soft spoken, polite, humble and kind; taking time to answer my questions intelligently, joke a little and write kind words.

I know he is flawed. It is impossible to be a fan and not know about some of the faults which have been well publicized. As he himself says in my favorite of his songs, “I got skeletons in my closet which time ain’t forgot...”. They will never be forgotten. They will be included 20 or 30 years from now in his obituary. His flawed character is a fact, it has been aired, it is part of who he is.

I have written that what I love best about his writing is the combination of darkness and despair with the lightness of the human spirit and resiliency (mmm...the ability to believe?) rising out of darkness. He writes about the most depressing subjects on earth realistically and the fairy tale quality which rises to fill our hearts, to make us laugh and cry, is as real. It is either or both n amazing technique and/ or a result of a world view. I choose to believe it is the latter.

David Duchovny is no saint, but God Damn, he seems like a remarkably good guy with enough of a bad/boy mischievous side to make his personality as sexy as fucking itself. See how I just got a little different in my language there. David puts fucking in a book title, god damn in a song, gets bleeped on air record breaking number of times. God damn, fuck you if you think this is a man who is afraid to swear. He is not really Fox Freaking Mulder but he is David Fucking Duchovny

He is a good guy. He is intelligent. His ability to reference the high brow literary comes across in all his works. His second album title is from a Shakespeare quote. Walt Whitman shows up throughout his novels (and his dog’s tweets). He is well read, it quite well known. If you don’t get that reference, he would, as a Dylan fan and a fan of many other musical artists. He is also happy to talk about and reference sporting heros.

He is a bad boy. Oh, but the lowbrow humor! Early interviews have fart jokes, bathroom humor. He has a knack for intermixing the profane and profound. His novel, Miss Subways, has the elementary teacher leaving the classroom in tears when an assignment (write a letter to a Shakespeare minor character) results in an innocent boy reading “My dearest Fellatio...”.

He is a good guy. He is a romantic. He gave the XFiles fans the shippy Mulder and Scully baseball scene. He believes in his heart that Californication was at heart a love story. He writes lyrics for his ex wife who loves the rain saying “ It will always be raining in this song.” In his novel are real people having real sex type of scenes...no great erotica with flowing hair and heaving bosoms for this man, but discussion of lights on or off or an older couple off screen and an adult son hearing and embarrassed.

He is a bad boy. The man has no fear of nudity. . In his first movie he was filmed completely naked. In the commentary to the rapture he admits that he told the director he thought the character slept in the nude. (Hence the balls shot). It was his idea to wear the red speedo. He improvised the moonshot in evolution.

He is a good guy. He believes in causes. He volunteers and donates to protect the planet, for animal rights, for music education and for planned parenthood. His was the only story in over 200 XFiles episodes that truly dealt with racial injustice and segregation.

He is a good guy. In House of D the thirteen year old boy’s best friend is a forty year old janitor with special needs. He is a bad boy. That boy and janitor told each other a lot of pee jokes.

I can go on and on and on about the bad boy/good guy public personna of David Duchovny, but I am going to close with a subject that might tempt fate and bring forth the haters. I want to end with thinking about David and women.

In Red Shoes diaries David was in the forefront of the soft porn explosion. In an interview this year Brigitte Bako describes her experience in filming the movie as the “worst experience of my life”; but has nothing but complimentary things to say about David, how sweet and nice he was. They became close friends and she later appeared in an episode of Californication.

In Californication, David was the star of one of the raunchiest series in television history. Tits and ass, fucking and punching. I love the show but it would likely not be made today although, to be fair, it demonstrates women having agency over their sexuality. Nevertheless, actresses who appeared on that show have recently been asked what it was like. Over and over again they talk about how comfortable the environment was and how polite and respectful David was.

Much has been made over Gillian Anderson being paid half of David Duchovny’s salary. This is hardly his fault and something he argued against once he was made aware of it, but, as a fan of the show, I love hearing him talk protectively of Mulder and of wanting to protect that relationship. I love that he was responsible for rewriting an ending to one of seasons 11 episodes which end not with Mulder objectifying Scully and not with him in his under wear, but with Scully opining the door and him standing there. As David said, Scully being in control of her own desires.

Finally in Miss Subways, I find a female character written with such realism and authenticity that I have to go back to the 19th century to find a female literary character so relatable to me. She is a reader, beautiful to some men, a little eccentric in some ways, vulnerable, strong but without a great belief in herself or her talent. She’s just fucking real in a fucking real world despite being in a surrealistic fantasy novel with Irish banshees and African spider goddesses, parallel timelines and phones that can alter reality.

We, the fan girls, love this celebrity, David Duchovny because of his looks, his talent and his personality; because he is a bad boy and a good guy; because he inspires us, because he is flawed as we all are and goes through his life trying to be present in the day. For all the fan women who have yet to meet you, Mr. Duchovny, I say thank you and we love you, until they can meet you and tell you themselves.

Happy Birthday, Charmion. If you should meet him someday when I am not there give him an extra hug for me.

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brownskinsugarplum76 · 5 years

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Eye of the Storm, Ch 8

Here is the first bit of smut in the story. I wanted to have 2 scenes of smut in this chapter, but I think the other will work better as a separate chapter. So, there will most likely be smut for the next chapter, too. 😉

Shout out to having a laptop now, rather than toiling away on my cell phone. It really is a much more fluid experience to get the words out. 🙏🏽🙏🏽🙏🏽 Shout out also to @callmethehunter , for letting me play around with Maggie in the first place.

OK here they are, being all NSFW... 😈

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Robert removed the rest of Maggie’s clothes in the dining room and hoisted her onto the table.

“Good thing you helped me clear the table, Robert.”

“Teamwork always prospers, love.” Robert stood between her outstretched legs and kissed her again while his hands delighted in the feel of her soft skin wherever he felt like touching her.

He grabbed the open wine bottle and drank. Maggie did the same when he offered it. To her relief, he sat the bottle on the kitchen counter when they were done with it. It would not get jostled around or spill on her with their movements.

When Robert returned to his station in front of Maggie, she removed his shirt and unbuckled his belt.

“I’ll take it from here…” Robert tossed his jeans on the floor. He paused to grab Maggie’s panties from their perch on one of the living room lamps. There was no rhyme or reason to where they had thrown their clothes in haste. It looked like a hurricane of passion had whipped its way through the room, but things were just getting started.

“I think there’s one more thing we need for this scene…” Robert walked over to the stereo, and Maggie watched his regal, chest-forward saunter in profile. His hard cock was still the same tantalizing spectacle and always would be.

“Hot off the presses…” He flashed the cover of a new Marvin Gaye album, I Want You. “I haven’t listened to it yet, but Cole assures me that it’s truly fucking hot.”

The congas, strings and swirl of other instruments on the title song started up as Robert made his way back to Maggie. “What a sexy groove… Mmm…” He snapped his fingers and added his own moans and ad libs to the song’s instrumental introduction. He lost himself for a minute in a performance for Maggie, undulating his waist, rocking his hips, letting his mane fly. It was his first time stepping back into his Golden God persona after so many months, and it felt like home, even moreso because it was a mating dance with one specific person in mind.

“I told you that you wouldn’t have lost a step when you got back into it…” Maggie’s eyes glazed over as Robert teased her by grinding his hips and massaging his cock with a firm grasp. He moaned softly and she fixated on the satisfaction he had gained for himself. She felt her sex pulse and knew that she was growing wetter by the second. His manhood became a lightning rod for the sensual energy that surged at her core.

“You made it possible, love. I couldn’t help myself. You deserve the best from me." He brushed his lips against hers. "You deserve all of it. Starting now…”

Maggie wrapped her arms around Robert’s back as he littered her neck with kisses and nips of his teeth.

“Robert, Robert, Robert…” She sighed. Her anticipation for more was sweet torture. He had moved on to laving her nipples, and then her navel, with his warm tongue. At any other time it would’ve been heaven, but now, it simply wasn’t enough. She whimpered in frustration at Robert’s slow pace.

“Shhh… Good things come to those who wait, darlin’. I promise…” He grinned his most devious grin, the kind that promised all the dirty things that drove her wild.

Robert lowered himself to his knees as his hands trailed down her thighs. There was no mistaking what his eyes were telling her would come next. She would be his dessert, and only time would tell if he was in a mood to hastily devour or savor the delight between her legs.

She moved as close to the edge of the table as she could and draped her legs over his shoulders. He cradled her back with one hand and held her folds in place with fingers from his other hand, creating a pedestal for her swollen clit and his worship of it.

Broad strokes of his tongue washed over her bud and the rest of her sensitive flesh in seemingly never-ending waves. She arched into his swirling motions and held his head in place with both of her hands. Every sensation that she was feeling was one she had cherished many times before: the ethereal softness of her hands in his cloud of curls, the warmth of his prowling tongue, and now the stretch of two of his fingers inside of her. “I missed you so much, baby…” Her words nearly caught in her throat as she reveled in Robert’s ministrations.

Robert didn’t stop to respond; rather, he tugged gently at her clit with his lips and continued to feed her longing in the best way he knew. He couldn’t see the look on her face, but he heard every moan and gasp and felt her buck harder against his face.

She knew he was proud of his work when she felt his mouth broaden into a smile against her skin. There was no time for her to appreciate his joy, however, as his labor paid off in a fiercely transcendent climax soon after.

Maggie couldn’t ever remember screaming so loudly. She realized it was because there was no threat of hotel security coming, no angst from her too-close-for-comfort neighbors or endless teasing from her brother. She and Robert were alone. No interruptions would be forthcoming, and there’d be no walk of shame in the morning.

Robert had changed from the young man she had met, the hotel-dwelling neophyte with the tangled hair, patches in his jeans and, astonishingly to him, the overnight success of four wildly popular albums released in rapid succession. He was now a grown man with his own sprawling place in America, a place she knew he would insist on calling their place now. He wasn’t a man-child at the mercy of the managers and assistants in his home, he was the one who paid the bills and made the decisions. Here, in this Malibu hideaway, he had all the power and privacy that he had wanted all along. It was his domain, where he was king, and she had just been dubbed his queen. It was liberating.

She was excited to chart a life with him, and to have him in her corner for her future in music. She had never experienced that kind of support and freedom before, and this climax seemed to usher in a period of life on a plane she never dreamt possible.

“You’re really enjoying yourself, then?” Robert teased as he stood and kissed Maggie. His lips were moist with the wetness that gushed from her when she came; she felt the dampness and caught the scent of her essence on his face.

“You have no idea...”

“Hmmm… This table seems like a lucky spot for us. Shall we continue here?” He stood between her thighs again and lowered her back to the coarse material of the tablecloth.

“That’s fine with me, baby.” She made herself comfortable and then lifted her legs, bringing her ankles to rest on Robert’s shoulders.

“One of my favorite ways to take you, love…” He wanted to tease her more, but he figured they both had waited enough. He leaned in. The head of his cock cleared the tightness of her lips, and he groaned.

“Welcome back, baby…” she said in a husky purr.

“Fuck, so tight still… Mmmm…” Robert had abandoned his plan to ease inside of Maggie gradually and instead sunk into her core, to the hilt, in one smooth motion.

“Robert… Oh, Robert… I missed your big dick so much… Mmmm… No one else has filled me like you can… Always so good…” His hands were splayed on the table, and she clutched his hard-flexed arms tightly as she undulated against his pelvis.

“I’m so glad we found each other today… I shouldn’t have waited… I missed you, too, darlin.’”

Maggie closed her eyes and surrendered to the familiar sensual dance with Robert. The push-pull of their energy, and the pleasure being generated between them, made it feel like it was only yesterday when they had last been this close. No passion, no intensity, no love had been lost. It was bliss. She basked in the intense sensations he was unleashing in her body with each measured thrust.

Their lovemaking felt just as right as all the things she cherished about Robert when they laughed together and shared thoughts on everything under the sun. After several years, their coupling had become warm and familiar, but it was still exciting, somehow fresh each time. This latest time was no different. She closed her eyes tightly and moaned.

“Fuck! How do you do this to me?” The rasp of Robert’s voice was ecstatic and anguished. He began to thrust harder.

“Closer…” Maggie cried. Robert obliged, leaning further into her. It was tempting for Robert to gallop off into the oblivion of climax with hard, swift motion, but he set them on the scenic route to carnal ecstasy with long, deliberate strokes.

Maggie arched into Robert more sharply, ensuring she was not being deprived one fraction of an inch of his goodness. Every thrust Robert delivered was as vital as each beat of her heart. He had ignited sweet, molten ecstasy that flowed from her core until she was paralyzed by the climax that ensued. She was trapped in a pleasurable loop of pulsating, orgasmic waves, rooted to the spot like an insect trapped in resin and, much later, amber, before it could react. It was too beautiful to be a prison, but nevertheless she was locked into sensations that had an unbreakable hold over her.

It was not lost on Robert that his lover had been rocketed off to somewhere unreachable, somewhere inside of herself that was pleasurable energy, love, and light. He was torn between comforting her and greedily chasing his own end.

The answer was made for him while he deliberated, in the form of a shockwave of pleasure. It was like a lightning bolt that furiously seared the air one second and was a vague wisp of itself seconds later.

Maggie slowly lowered her legs. When Robert withdrew himself, her body started up with exquisite tremors all over again. This time, Robert kissed her, smoothed her hair, and lightly held her shoulders. He grinned as he watched the persistence of her enjoyment, proud that he still knew how to please her.

Robert was still panting and brushed his sweat-soaked hair out of his eyes once more. Maggie’s breathing had made it back to normal, and she was riding the last, weakest waves of satisfaction. She opened her eyes moments later.

“Robert…” She breathed his name and flashed a dreamy smile that he realized was not unlike her reaction to his quaaludes.

“Maggie…” He helped her to sit up on the table.

She laughed softly and they bonded once again, by their eyes on each other.

“I know, Mags… I know. I never could’ve imagined my day would’ve ended like this, but I’m so glad it did.”

“Me, too.” She trailed a hand from his damp chest to his abdomen.

“I’ll be right back.” He kissed her softly. Marvin’s falsetto croon nicely summed up his feelings for the day: “but since we're still friends, let me make love to you again, baby.” Robert smiled uncontrollably and turned off the stereo.

“Let’s go, darlin’.” Back at the table, he offered his hand, helped Maggie down, lifted her into his arms, and carried her off to the bedroom.

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its-me-screeching · 4 years

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Catalysis - Chapter 9: No wonder

The moment Anna had first spoken to her sister again after years of silence, at the police station in Bergen, she'd looked her own definition of 'normal' in the eyes and said goodbye. She'd eaten low-quality cookies, all the while trying to figure out who Elsa was and what had happened to her, and she'd accepted that her life had taken a big, strange turn.

And indeed, Elsa's arrival had marked the end of her quiet days, those days in which she didn't have to worry about much besides… well, homework, and maintaining friendships, and being alive, which was all easy enough.

When Elsa had been doing regular assignments, or even when she'd been adamant on uncovering the mystery surrounding their parents' accident (if there even was a mystery, that is), Anna had been able to handle it. Sure, it was peculiar, and she would have appreciated it if Elsa had been involved in less dangerous affairs, but she couldn't change her sister's profession by merely wishing it, and she knew Elsa was experienced and cautious enough to deal with or stay away from the most hazardous of jobs.

Then Elsa had gotten herself shot, and Anna had seen her collapse right in front of her. And even though her sister had been fine, she'd felt a surge of panic rush through her like never before. How she'd managed to collect her wits and reach Merida was beyond her even now, and if Elsa hadn't realised by herself that she had to slow down a bit when it came to work, her younger sister would have been sure to give her a stern reminder.

But to Anna's relief, such a reminder had not been necessary. The week following the shooting incident, in her opinion, had almost resembled her earlier days, her normal days. She'd gone to school, laughed with friends and flirted with Hans; she'd waited for Elsa to come pick her up, which was far easier now that she was stuck at home and quite possibly bored out of her mind for the most part, and she'd spent what remained of her day with her sister.

All in all, not much had happened in her brief, peaceful days of slow motion, though she found it easier to try and connect with Elsa: they'd tried to improve Elsa's cooking (an unsuccesful, fruitless attempt), and Anna had done her best to help her rearrange their living room a few times (it came back to her that her sister had wanted to be an architect when they were younger; she'd had a talent for it, which apparently resurfaced when she had nothing better to do).

Okay, it wasn't like Elsa had thrown all work out of the window. She'd poured quite a few hours into researching the bug Merida had given her, her eyes glued to her laptop, and she'd kept in touch with aforementioned redhead as if it was some sort of daily religious ritual. Though Elsa claimed it was all work-related, Anna had her doubts, but she knew better than to say anything of it. She was content with the way things were: she'd never had that much time in a row to spend time with her sister, and she used the new situation which allowed them to have more actual conversations well, even if said conversations were nothing more than discussions about the quality of the latest movie they'd watched on Netflix.

Even if they couldn't yet speak of the past, even if Anna still had many questions left unanswered, she found she could really say she was making some progress, at least. She had patience, and Elsa's self-imposed work-detox and the time that had given them had had positive effects. Her sister seemed to be more comfortable with her, more adjusted to the idea of having her around, and if Elsa was comfortable, there was a chance Anna could try her luck soon and ask the questions she still kept hidden within.

It wasn't time for that yet, though. The longer Elsa stayed silent, the more Anna got the idea she herself indeed didn't want to see what had happened to her sister after she'd run away. If someone was that adamant on keeping her past hidden, couldn't that mean it was better off buried? Anna wanted answers, but sometimes, when she lay awake at night, she feared those answers too. She knew she didn't want to be fed lies and half-truths all her life, but as long as it tasted good… why not?

The dilemma of the unanswered questions, however, was best left alone now. She didn't want to think about it too much, lest it would ruin the amazing moment she found herself caught up in. She squeezed Hans' hand tighter as they walked through the park near her school. An incredible way to spend their break, in her opinion.

"I think," she began in a sing-song, "that this is the most romantic spot in the entirety of Oslo."

Hans chuckled. "Then you haven't seen much of the city yet, trust me."

"Would you show me?" She tried to recall Merida's perfected, mischievous flirty look, and couldn't help but think she was failing horribly at it.

For a split second, Hans frowned, and his silence stretched on a little too long. "I'll think on that," he said. The smile he sported didn't reach his eyes. Eyes that, for the first time, had something… off about them. Anna had never seen it before, but there was a darkness in them, a cold even Elsa couldn't match, and she saw an emptyness combined with something predatory.

It sent shivers down her spine, but it was gone before she could fully register it. Back came friendly Hans with his soft features and sexy Danish accent and citrus scent.

"I'm… I'm sorry if that rubbed you the wrong way," Anna muttered, still unable to get that look out of her mind. She swallowed hard, as if trying to get rid of the bitter aftertaste he'd left her with. "I mean, I guess we hardly know eachother, right? We, uh… it's been… three weeks? And I know it might be a little early to go on the whole romantic lovey-dovey tour, but-"

"Anna." It was sudden, his voice so calm she shut her mouth without a question. She gave him an expectant look, waiting for him to speak. He didn't say anything anymore, but lifted her chin, cupping her cheek, and leaned in. Anna felt butterflies go ballistic in her stomach, her entire body a bundle of nerves. She closed her eyes and waited for his kiss, the one she'd been dreaming of for weeks.

"If only there was someone out there who loved you."

Her world shattered as if it had been made of glass.

She opened her eyes, saw his face hovering unbearably close to hers, a dangerous glint in his eyes. He took a step back, away from her, and shoved his hands in his pockets, his movements almost as lazy as the cruel smile he wore.

Anna frowned, ignoring the hollow, aching feeling in her heart. "I… I don't understand."

"Silly, silly Anna. I didn't expect you to. Did you ever understand a single thing since the moment you were born?"

Truth be told, she didn't think she'd ever understand anything anymore after this. She blinked in confusion, unable to find words. "Hans, what are you doing…?"

"I can't believe you actually thought I'd date you. Take you to the Halloween party and such." He smirked, patted the pocket of his jeans. "Damn, Gaston didn't believe I could seduce the new girl, but he owes me 300 kroner now."

"You… you used me?"

He laughed. "Oh, no. We simply had fun while it lasted." His features hardened. "But you? With me? What a joke that would be, Anna. Who could ever love you?"

Her mind scrambled to find something, anything, to say to him, but to no avail. She wanted to curse him to hell, punch him in the face, crush him with words like he was doing to her, but her breath hitched and she had to put all her focus into stopping herself from crumbling under his annihilating gaze.

"You don't have anything to offer me, don't you see? You've got a pretty face, but in the end, you're just a broken little girl with too many problems who doesn't know how to keep her mouth shut. Fragile, insecure, desperate to be loved."

Keep breathing, don't listen. She kept her gaze trained at the ground and grit her teeth, hoping to keep her tears inside.

"You can't even look at me." The snark left Hans' voice, leaving only pity. He truly did think her pathetic. "No wonder your sister abandoned you for years."

Out of everything he'd told her in his attempt to break her, that comment hurt the most. It stung so much she snapped her head up, pure fury in her eyes, and she balled her hands into fists, ready to deliver on her vow to punch him if push came to shove.

"You don't know what you're talking about, you… you jerk!" Her voice sounded higher than she'd wanted, but the words came out strong either way. Hans pulled a face, but Anna didn't fail to see how he took yet another step back to save his skin.

They stood there in silence, one filled with a cruel indifference, one trembling with rage. The other people in the park passed by in a blur, some sneaking glances at the scene that had been caused, but they went on with their lives within seconds. Was lunch break over yet? Anna wanted it to be over. She wanted to fall in a pit with no way out and stay there forever.

"I'd argue," Hans finally replied, still surrounded by an eerie coolness, "but I doubt you're worth my time."

She'd had enough of it. She raised her fist, but stopped herself. He wasn't worth her time either. To save herself from potentially being arrested for assault, she turned and ran, away from all the happy people in the park, back to class. She ran faster than she thought she could, pushed forward by adrenaline and pure, unbridled anger, and she told herself to focus on anything but her burning eyes. She couldn't cry now. She wouldn't. He didn't deserve the satisfaction.

Class hadn't started yet when she arrived back at school. She doubted Hans would show up for the rest of the day, choosing instead to go and collect his filthy money from his filthy friend, but Anna didn't mind. She didn't think she could see his face again today without being consumed by the desire to tear it off. With very little grace, red-faced and sweaty, she plopped down next to Moana.

She felt tapping on her shoulder and turned around to see Kristoff, his brown eyes full of concern. "Are you okay?"

All she could do was shake her head.

Moana, who had followed that little exchange, expressed worry as well. "Trouble with Hans?"

"He's an asshole," Anna hissed. It came out angrier than she'd intended, but she had to let it out somehow. "He was playing pretend this whole time."

Kristoff hit his desk with his fist, mirroring Anna's own anger. Their teacher shot him a warning look, but he didn't pay attention to him. "I knew that guy was an asshole."

Moana frowned. "Don't you think all guys are assholes?"

"Oh, people in general are huge assholes, but Hans is the biggest one. The absolute king of assholes."

"On that we can all agree."

Though her pain didn't recede, Anna couldn't stop the smile from forming on her face. Even if she'd been rejected in the worst way possible, she still had friends she could count on to cheer her up. "Thanks, guys."

Their teacher shushed them, threatening to send one of them out if they didn't stop interrupting the lesson. Anna readied herself, almost grateful for the distraction her schoolwork could provide, but Moana grabbed her attention once more."

"Remember, your first day?" She whispered, careful not to be heard by the teacher. "When I told you I'd show you my boat sometime?"

Anna nodded.

"How about tonight? I've got work this afternoon, but when I'm done we could take my boat out and… I dunno, relax, explore? It might take your mind off things." Moana turned to Kristoff behind them, as subtly as she could. "If you're not too repulsed by the thought of socialising today, you're welcome to show up too."

Kristoff frowned at the comment and Anna couldn't help but giggle at the funny face he'd pulled. "Great idea," she told her friends, making sure to keep an eye on the teacher. "We're on. I just… I need to check up with Elsa, but I doubt she'll have any problems with it."

When the thought of her sister invaded her mind, rushing in at lightning speed, Anna no longer registered whatever other things her friends were saying. She knew she shouldn't have attached any value to Hans' stinging words, but what he'd said about Elsa still found a way to worm itself into her brain, burrowing deep inside with no intention of leaving. No wonder your sister abandoned you for years.

It had been weeks, and still Anna didn't know what her sibling had gained by taking her in. She didn't feel like an improvement of her sister's life. A burden, that was more likely. Elsa had taken her in, and what had it left her with? A meddlesome teenager who couldn't keep her nose out of another's business. A silly little girl with no understanding of anything… not even love. Yeah. No wonder Elsa had abandoned that, indeed.

If their parents hadn't died, Elsa wouldn't have resurfaced in her life at all. She knew that much, at least. Was that why her sister's mind was so set on not talking about the past? Because she knew it would hurt Anna's feelings? The younger girl remembered the last days before Elsa left and disappeared. Her sister had been different in those days: she'd never been loud, but she'd been exceptionally quiet, keeping her distance, and every attempt Anna had made at communicating with her had been shot down with curt answers, laced with a cold she'd never known her sister possessed.

What if Elsa had left because of her? Had she been so stupid, so childish, so much of a nuisance that Elsa had simply discarded her, easy as that? It made sense, in a messed up way. After their parents' accident, Elsa had felt obliged to take her in, obliged to pretend they would be okay, and now she was only waiting for Anna to turn eighteen and start her own life in which she wouldn't be Elsa's problem anymore. The hesitance to talk about the past… what if what Elsa was hiding was the fact that she'd left because she didn't want anything to do with her sister anymore? And now that she'd taken Anna in, an unexpected turn of events, she knew she couldn't tell her to her face how worthless and how pathetic of a younger sibling she was, which led to Elsa keeping her vow of silence as some sort of damage control.

Her eyes began to burn yet again, but she still managed to stop the tears from falling. No. No, that couldn't be it. Not Elsa. Not her sister who'd always looked out for her, who'd steal extra chocolate for them when their parents weren't watching. The sister Anna remembered had always known what to do in any situation, and she'd listened to whatever Anna told her, and she'd always been so warm. Anna knew that warmth was still there, albeit hidden behind all the walls and defenses and thin layers of ice Elsa had tried to bury it under. She'd seen it herself, when she'd been given a kitten, and when Elsa did her best to show up on time to pick her up from school and kept trying even if the circumstances didn't always allow it.

And yet… there was something so conflicted about all of her sister's actions through the year. At this point, Anna wasn't even sure if Elsa herself knew what Elsa Arens was hoping to achieve. Ever since their parents' accident, life had been a hurricane for the both of them, and Anna could only hope she'd live long enough to eventually see the calm after the storm.

Perhaps a fun night with friends was indeed what she needed, she thought, pushing all her depressing thoughts to the background as she packed her books and stood up at the end of their school day. Like Moana had said, it would serve to take her mind off the complications in her life… she hoped. She said goodbye to her friends, promising to see them later that day, and set out to the parking lot to find Elsa.

Oh, god. She hadn't even thought about what Elsa would say when she heard of what Hans had done. Anna remembered their conversation when Elsa had been in Sweden. She'd been so convinced that what she had with Hans was real, so captivated by her beautiful illusion that she knew what love was, that she'd gotten snappy with her sister.

It pained her to admit it, but Elsa had been right about Hans all along. Two-minute loverboy. She'd known Hans was trouble, and Anna hadn't listened, idiot that she was. She could already feel the inevitable 'I told you so' stabbing her in the heart, and she wasn't sure she was equipped to handle that pain. Her somberness stayed with her all the way outside, and she kept her eyes trained at the ground until she reached the parking lot, fully aware of how miserable she must have looked.

The stupid thing about Elsa and parking was that she never parked in the same spot twice in a row, or even in the general vicinity of a spot she'd occupied before. Anna figured it was some sort of spy instinct of unpredictability, of keeping the element of surprise alive, that her sister subconsciously listened to. The potential life-endangering hazards to be found in high school parking lots were numerous, after all. Though the lot wasn't large, the unnecessarily complex method of parking still meant Anna had to do her best each time to figure out where Elsa had decided to place her car.

It was easy enough to find her sister this time. She was standing next to her car which stood in the middle of the parking lot. Her eyes were glued to that ancient flip phone she owned. The fast movements of her fingers indicated she was texting, something Anna considered to be easier on a modern phone, but if Elsa wanted to do her own thing and stick with the prehistoric one, she wouldn't judge. She figured there was a chance of ninety-nine percent it was Merida her sister was talking to. If the circumstances had been different, she would have made a light-hearted joke about it, but she didn't have energy left to try. Whenever people spoke of sadness, they always forgot to mention how exhausting it really was.

Elsa looked up from her phone upon hearing Anna's fast-approaching footsteps, a worried expression crossing her face as she put her phone away. "I was going to ask how your day was, but I'm assuming it wasn't so great."

Was it that obvious? Did she look that defeated? She lowered her eyes once more and sighed, looking for an explanation she could give.

No wonder your sister abandoned you for years.

She felt her eyes begin to water. "It's… I…"

Elsa crossed her arms, now stuck somewhere between worried and utterly confused. "Hey… what happened?"

Anna didn't care anymore. She let her tears flow and looked Elsa in the eyes. "Hans… Hans said…" she choked on a sob.

"What? Anna, what did he say?"

She shivered as she felt Elsa's hand on her shoulder, so cold, but still a comfort. She appreciated the gesture, even if it meant nothing.

"He said… He said I didn't, didn't understand anything, and, and that I, that no one could ever… love me and… and… you… I…" And it's no fucking wonder you left me all alone.

Elsa didn't say anything. Anna could see the thoughts rushing through her mind and that dire look of concentration she wore as she put two and two together, but she couldn't tell what her sister thought of the answer. She readied herself once again for the merciless 'I told you so' she'd been expecting all along. She fidgeted, waited for the blow.

It didn't come.

Instead, Elsa pulled her into a hug. It was hesitant, tentative, as if she wasn't sure she had permission to touch her, but it was a hug nonetheless, warm despite the freezing cold hands and all the initial caution. Anna hadn't felt that safe and protected ever since she'd hugged her parents goodbye for the last time. The past didn't matter in that moment, not at all; she was perfectly content staying like that, sobbing her eyes out with her face buried in Elsa's shoulder and her sister's arms wrapped around her. It was an assault on what little dignity she had left, but the simple fact that she was getting a hug from Elsa outweighed that. She hadn't even realised she'd been craving the contact so much.

"If you can't or don't want to tell me all of it, it's fine," Elsa began. She made a gesture as if she wanted to wipe a tear from Anna's cheek, but decided against it at the last second. Anna almost felt disappointed, but the hug in itself had been a very pleasant surprise and she'd take what she could get.

"But… whatever he said… he doesn't know anything about you, you know? You're… amazing. And if he doesn't see that, it's his loss."

"You- you think?" Anna sniffled.

Elsa gave her a small smile, something dark embedded in her eyes. An edge of sorts, almost angry, but Anna didn't think the rage was directed at her. "If he said no one could ever love you, he's a fucking fool. There are so many people who love you, and you know it, don't you?"

"I… I think so."

"No, not 'I think so'. It's the truth. Mom and Dad loved you, and Kai and Gerda would give up their whole lives if you asked them to, and you have friends, and…" Elsa fell silent for a bit, but picked up where she left off within seconds. "…And I love you, too. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't there."

Anna giggled through her tears. "Now you're exaggerating."

"Believe me or don't, but I wouldn't lie to you about this. You're one of the best people I know, and nothing that son of a bitch says is going to change that. Not for me, and not for you either. Got it?"

Of course there was a chance Elsa was lying to stay in her good graces, but it sounded so sincere and genuine Anna couldn't convince herself it was anything of that sort. It wasn't in her nature to assume the worst in people, and if Elsa told her she loved her, her words for once straight-forward without the usual amount of evasiveness, she was inclined to believe she wasn't being lied to. And even if it turned out to be a lie, she'd savour the moment in which she took it for the truth. Elsa was here, Elsa loved her, and her affection and words were worth far more than that lying jerk's cruelty.

"Do you want to go somewhere? Get something to eat or drink? Or is going home okay?" Elsa asked as they entered her car and drove away.

"Home is fine," Anna mumbled, though the idea of going out and getting donuts or some other comfort food was strangely appealing. "My friends invited me over for tonight, though," she followed up. "Is that okay? We're going to do… boat stuff."

Elsa frowned. "What's boat stuff?"

"Uh… exactly what it sounds like?"

Her sister considered that answer for a second, seemed to give up entirely on trying to understand, and formed a reply. "I don't see any harm in it. As long as you stay with your friends and don't go wandering off alone."

That was a reasonable request. Anna knew her sister had been worried for her safety after the shooting incident, among other things, and the younger girl could understand where she came from. In fact, Anna had been wary of her surroundings herself ever since the shooting happened, her imagination running wild and cooking up crazy chase scenes and freaky James Bond villains out to get her, shadowy people with shady pasts who would take her life without blinking. She hadn't given much thought to how dangerous her sister's profession could be, but the shooting had changed her perspective on that. She understood that Elsa wanted them to stay safe, and if there really was someone out to harm them, she wouldn't try her luck by sneaking away from her friends to go gallivanting somewhere.

"Don't worry. I'll be careful." She gave her sister the brightest smile she could manage.

"I'll bring you to your friends later, if you want me to."

"That would be great, yeah. Thanks!"

"It's not a problem, really."

Silence fell, and so did Anna's face when she realized something. "Wait… are you sure I can go? Wouldn't it be selfish of me? I mean, I know you've been really bored and such, so wouldn't it be more fun if I stayed home and we did something together?"

Elsa laughed and shook her head. "It's nice to know you care, but it's okay. Please, go have fun with your friends. Don't let me stop you."

Anna watched a mysterious smile creep into her sister's features.

"Besides, I have plans anyway."

"Wait." Anna narrowed her puffy eyes. "No offense, but… plans? You? Since when?"

Elsa thought about it. "Since approximately ten minutes ago," she finally answered, that darkness Anna had seen in her eyes before coming over her again. "There's someone who needs to be taken care of. It's a bit unexpected, and also a bit… classified."

'Classified' meant 'I want no questions', and Anna would respect that. Curiosity aside, she wasn't all that eager when it came to possessing knowledge that could get her killed in a worst-case scenario. Was this what Elsa had been talking to Merida about? Were they starting a new assignment, or about to investigate a pending one? Or was it something else entirely? Whatever it could be, Anna came to the conclusion that the look on Elsa's face was an unpredictable one, a look that screamed she was ready to throw all caution to the wind if a situation called for it. It didn't suit her, and it didn't bode well either.

"Elsa," she told her sister, "I don't like that look."

"What look?"

"That look. Like you've come up with some crazy idea that's awesome in theory but kind of a mess in practice? It's your personal 'insane genius' look."

"… I don't have a look like that."

"Yes, you do. Just… whatever you're up to, be careful, okay? Don't do anything you'll regret."

Elsa gave her a cryptic smirk, amusement shining in her eyes. "Oh, don't worry about that," she replied. "I've thought this through for a bit. I know what I'm doing."

The mischievous energy surrounding her reminded Anna of the impish schemes her sister used to come up with. The best way to sneak chocolate into your bedroom, or the infamous 'top ten excuses to get out of trouble', which had given their poor parents hell quite often. But whatever Elsa was up to now, it wouldn't be childish mischief. No, it would be far, far more serious.

"And if anyone's going to regret anything tonight, it's not going to be me."

Elsa's last comment was dramatic and vague, which was something Anna had gotten used to, so she didn't ask anymore. The words puzzled her, but her sister seemed so confident about this that she decided to let it slide. Elsa said she knew what she was doing, and who was Anna to doubt that? She was going to have a fun night with no worries whatsoever, and her super-spy sister could go ahead with her classified plans, as long as she was careful and came back alive.

For once, Anna truly didn't want to know what Elsa was thinking, which was freeing, in a way. She sat back in her seat, made herself comfortable as the day's pain faded, and all she did was hope the peace of the previous week would still be there when she'd wake up in the morning.

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One Kiss (II)

part I

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“ugh” I groaned as the natural light from the sun hit my eyes.

I rolled over to look at the scene, none of what happened last night occurred to me. I was in a familiar room but to my dismay it wasn’t Grayson’s but Ethan’s.

“your kidding me.” I said to no one in particular.

I saw a makeshift bed on the floor, must be where Ethan slept. I was thankful for that. I got out of the bed, seeing I was no longer dressed in the party dress from last night but a long t-shirt that went just past my butt. It smelled of Ethan’s cologne. A blush rose to my cheeks as I realized Ethan must have changed me and saw me in my lacy undergarments. The door opened snapping me out of my thoughts. Ethan walked in the room wearing just shorts, fresh from a shower. Water droplets dripped down from his hair on to his toned chest. Woah. I was sleeping on his looks.

“well good morning drunk girl.” He said laughing a bit.

“ugh I guess there is worse things to wake up to.” I groaned.

“here take these.” He said tossing me some aspirin.

“where’s G?” I asked.

“He passed out at David’s.” He said simply.

Ethan was smirking. If something happened between us he wouldn’t let on.

“okay you can stop that now.” I said rolling my eyes.

“stop what?” He said smirking even bigger.

“look whatever I said or did last night was because of the alcohol okay nothing else.” I made clear.

“oh come on I know you secretly think I’m sexy.” Ethan laughed.

I could feel the heat once again rise to my cheeks.

“I think a lot of things about you Ethan, that you're annoying, egotistical, stubborn, but sexy is not one of those things.” I said crossing my arms across my body.

“whatever you say, look don’t worry we didn’t do anything, you puked on your dress so I gave you one of my shirts.” He said tossing me my freshly cleaned dress.

“well uh, thanks.” I said not really sure how to feel.

“you're welcome.” He said walking out of the room so I could get dressed.

Ethan being nice? Especially to me? What was going on? Something was definitely happening, I just couldn’t quite say what. All I knew is the Ethan I just saw wasn’t the one I had come to know and hate lately. I quickly threw on my dress and hurried out of his room. He was on the couch playing fortnite once again.

“uh, I’m going to get G.” I said quickly rushing out the door.

I expected him to have a snarky comment but nothing. What the hell was happening to him? I took Grayson’s car driving over to David’s house. I walked in seeing drunk teenagers passed out all over the place. I stepped over a few of them trying to find Grayson.

“ugh I’m never drinking again.” I turned around seeing Grayson looking like he just went through hell.

“you look like shit.” I said laughing.

“I feel like it, I smell like puke and someone stole my twenty dollar bill out of my pocket last night.” He said throwing his hands up dramatically.

“well lets get out of here so you can get a shower.” I said holding my nose as he got closer.

Grayson shook his head laughing, as we were about to walk out someone got my arm. I turned around to see a guy I vaguely remembered being at the party last night.

“can we help you?” Grayson asked taking on his protective big brother roll he often had with me and guys.

“I just wanted to apologize for last night, I was uh being an ass but lucky your boyfriend stepped in.” He said.

I looked at him confused having no idea what he was talking about. He must have noticed my confusion as he started to explain.

“I uh tried to hit you up when you were drunk, it was wrong of me. I'm thankful that Ethan stepped in, or else I probably would’ve done something I’d regret.” He said before walking out the door.

I looked at Grayson who was looking at me confusion written all over his face.

“Ethan has been acting super weird lately, protecting me, taking care of me when I’m drunk, what’s up with him?” I asked Grayson.

Grayson looked down at the ground before looking back up at me.

“I don’t know, but we should go.” He said walking out.

I feel like Grayson knew something that I didn't. I shook it off knowing that when he was ready he’d tell me. I mean we tell each other everything. Right? I looked at the time seeing it was almost one o’clock in the afternoon. I forgot I had a date today at three.

“shit.” I said putting my head in my hands.

“what?” Grayson asked focusing on the road.

“I have a date with Noah at three today and I forgot about it.” I said sighing.

“just cancel it.” Grayson said simply.

“no way, Noah is totally hot and it isn’t like I have a million people that want to date me knocking at my door like you do.” I said checking my hair in the mirror.

“oh come it’s more like eight million.” Grayson said laughing.

“whatever can you just drop me off at home please?” I said.

Grayson dropped me off at my apartment. I quickly changed my outfit and fixed my hair and makeup. Just in time too, I heard a knock at my door. I opened it to see a smiling Noah.

“ready to go?” He asked me with a smile.

“of course.” I said smiling back.

ETHAN POINT OF VIEW

I was on the couch playing fortnite when Grayson walked in the door.

“what up?” I asked as he plopped on the couch.

I grabbed my nose in disgust looking at Grayson.

“yeah I know, some girl puked on me, and someone stole my twenty dollars.” He said looking at the ceiling.

I couldn't fight back my laugh.

“wow sounds like you had a great night.” I said laughing.

“uh thanks for taking care of her last night, I know it’s part of the bet but..”

Grayson started but I cut him off.

“It wasn’t she’s important to you so I took care of her.” I said simply.

“well thanks anyways.” He said.

There was an awkward silence between us for a couple of seconds.

“I’m going to get a shower and then call Melanie, do you want to double date tonight?” He asked breaking the silence.

“uh nah man, I think I’m going to have a night in but please for the love of god go get a shower.” I said laughing.

Grayson flipped me off as he got up going in to the bathroom. I relaxed back in to the couch and sat playing fortnite. sounds like a good evening to me.

READER POINT OF VIEW

I could feel the tears fall from my eyes as I quickly drove through the darkness. I couldn't believe it. I pulled in to familiar driveway quickly getting out of the car and throwing open the front door. Ethan sat in the same spot playing video games. He paused the game when he saw me.

“Is Grayson here?” I asked feeling some tears still falling.

Ethan noticed my crying and quickly got up to face me.

“uh no, he’s out with Melanie, what happened?” He asked.

I really didn’t want to share anything personal with Ethan but my mouth had other ideas.

“Noah, he kicked me out because I wouldn’t sleep with him.” I said feeling the tears once again slipping down my cheeks.

Ethan grabbed my hand taking me over to the couch.

“wait what are you talking about?” He asked.

“I had a date with this guy named Noah and I though he really liked me, turns out he just wanted to sleep with me and when I said no, he kicked me out of his house and told me to delete his number from my phone.” I admitted pulling my knees up to my chest.

“wow, what a dick.” Ethan said looking at me.

I nodded feeling some more tears slip down my cheeks. Ethan got up going out to the kitchen. He came holding a bottle of vodka.

“this should help.” He said sitting back down.

“why are guys like that?” I asked him cracking open the bottle a taking a large swig.

I could feel the burning sensation of the alcohol going down my throat.

“maybe because they’re afraid of commitment.” He said shrugging his shoulders holding out his hand out for the bottle.

I quickly passed it to him.

“I doubt it.” I said rolling my eyes.

“I am.” Ethan admitted.

I was quiet urging him to continue.

“I was in love with her. Meredith. I let my guard down, and she cheated on me. She didn’t give a fuck about my feelings. I promised myself from that day on I was never going to give a girl the power to do that to me again.” He said taking a swig from the bottle before passing it back to me.

“well you can’t think every girl is going to be like that Ethan.” I said looking at him.

“and you can’t think every guy will be a douchebag like Noah.” He quickly countered.

I took a deep breath taking in what he said.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but you’re right.” I said.

“he’s not worth your tears. you’re way to pretty to be crying over some asshole who probably doesn’t even deserve you.” Ethan said looking at me.

I could feel a blush spread to my cheeks. Ethan had never called me pretty before.

“I really miss the old Ethan.” I admitted.

“you do?” He asked in shock.

“yeah, I miss how we would hang out without wanting to kill each other. I don’t know right now it kind of feels like the old you might not be completely gone after all.” I said.

“he misses you too.” Ethan said.

there was an awkward silence that fell between the two of us. I looked over at Ethan who was already looking at me. It’s as if everything was suddenly moving slow motion. It was as if I had thrown everything to the wind. It was if I had completely lost my mind. But I felt myself leaning in.

part three coming soon

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secndlife · 5 years

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pairing: yugyeom x reader

genre: stripper!au, smut

summary: it was your last night as a stripper, so why not enjoy it by devouring the cute, inexperienced and mesmerizing birthday boy?

word count: 11k

warnings: inexperienced!yugyeom, stripper!reader, sort of light public masturbation? noona kink (this is yugyeom’s #1 kink, i’m sure of it), unprotected sex (don’t to this shit kids), creampie, oral sex and a very long, descriptive smut.

song

a/n: i highly recommend you listen to this during the pole scene.

“I really don’t wanna do this.” Yugyeom sighed.

Bambam rolled his eyes at his friend and kept on dragging him by the hand across the streets filled with neon lights, “C’mon, it’s your birthday. This will be nice.”

Yugyeom didn’t actually relate the word “nice” to being forced to go to a strip club on his birthday. He thought “awkward” would suit his situation better - or maybe even “disgusting”. “It won’t.” He stated simply.

“It will,” his friend said in a positive tone, “You need to relieve some steam, you’ve been very stressed lately.”

“And how is going to a strip club supposed to help?” He really didn’t get the grasp of it. It all sounded fake and unappealing in his mind. Girls wearing close to zero clothes, dancing and rubbing against a pole while men threw money at them. How would that be helpful? He’d rather be at home, playing video games.

Bambam rolled his eyes once again, “You’ll see. Now please, try to keep an open mind, ok? I’ve been here a few times and they were all great.”

Yugyeom sighed.

“Oh, just one more thing. Don’t use your real name. No one around here does.”

Yugyeom nodded in defeat, trying to come up with something that sounded okay in his head, and stared at the purple neon sign above his head that said “Teaser”. The name was interesting, at least. The big walls were painted in a deep, black tone and the contrast with the purple neon made it seem cheaply erotic.

There was a tall and strong security guard against the silver door that quickly recognized Bambam and allowed the two men to enter the place without a question. Yugyeom raised an eyebrow and followed the youngest inside, “How many times exactly have you been here?” He took in his surroundings, not yet being able to fully see the place while walking down the dark corridor.

Bambam walked confidently and expertly across the black wooden floor, being more familiar with this path than he was willing to admit to his friend, “Just a few. Now stop questioning me.” Yugyeom rolled his eyes, knowing fully well his best friend was lying.

After a few seconds, they finally reached the main area and Yugyeom’s eyes were hit by a lighter and again purple neon, mixed with white blinking lights, allowing you to see everything and nothing at the same time. There were multiple beige leather couches that made the place look less cheap. The characteristic strip poles were spread all across the saloon, being placed above glittery platforms and surrounded by also beige chairs. The place also had a main stage - it shined just like the platforms that supported the poles and there were several men around it waiting for the next show to start.

Yugyeom scanned the room, eyes curiously moving around and seeing lots of men who seemed to be truly amused by the performing ladies across their eyes. His eyes finally settled at the bar that was placed by the corner of the strip club and then he was met with inspecting eyes against his obviously out of place figure. He knew he shouldn’t have worn these shoes - high tops are too childish!

You were standing at the bar like you usually did before coming up on stage when your eyes landed on him. In front of him you saw a regular, B., but he, he was new. He looked like a lost puppy. He looked like a virgin kid who had never been to a strip club. Yet, there was something different about him, you could feel it, and that’s why you couldn’t stop staring.

Yugyeom blushed instantly, not being used to this kind of questioning interaction. Little did he know you almost broke a smile watching the blush creep up his cheeks. He lowered his head and heard Bambam say something he didn’t properly hear, “What?”

“I said let’s go grab a drink,” he said, bumping his friend’s shoulder and walking towards the bar. “And look up, there’s no need to be shy.”

As Yugyeom rolled his eyes and continued to keep his head low, following Bambam like a child following his experienced father, he could feel that someone was still staring at him. At that moment, he wanted nothing more than to be invisible or leave this place, whichever option was easier.

When they reached the bar, he had no other choice than to finally look up. When he did, he saw Bambam talking to you, the woman who was staring at him. You had your back against the counter, a pink drink in hand and a black silky robe across your skin.

“Hi, Ariel,” his friend said with a smile.

You smiled back, “Hi, B.” You pointed at Yugyeom with your head, eyebrow raised in pure curiosity, and took a sip of your drink, “Who’s the kid?”

Bambam looked at Yugyeom, who seemed to be hiding behind his friend. “He’s not a kid. His name is-”

“YG.” Yugyeom interrupted his friend and finally looked up. The name sounded just as fake as it did when he first thought of it.

You smiled, amused, “Hi, YG. Nice to meet you.” He looked lost and uncomfortable. You could bet a million dollars he’d rather be anywhere but here tonight.

“It’s his birthday tonight, I was thinking he could have some fun in here.”

You chuckled, “Really? He doesn’t look like he’s enjoying, though.”

Yugyeom blushed again. Cute, you thought. “No! That’s not it…”

“It’s ok, kiddo. Not everyone likes to see half-naked women dancing against poles and being explored by disgusting men, no matter how hot they look.”

Yugyeom’s eyes went wide, while Bambam laughed. “You’re feisty today, huh?”

You took another sip of your drink, “I afford to be, today’s my last day.”

Bambam leaned in against the bar and ordered two tequila shots, “Really? Finally getting out?”

“Finally,” you let out a sigh in relief.

For some reason, Yugyeom was happy to hear that you would no longer work there. You looked too beautiful and had too much of a strong personality to be working in a place like that. You deserved better, he thought.

“Is Lila here today?” Bambam asked you with an excited tone.

“Yeah, she’ll probably be here any second. She just performed.”

“Great,” he said, turning his attention to Yugyeom. “C’mon, let’s drink this. It’ll lose you up.”

For the first time in the night, Yugyeom felt like his friend had a nice idea. He wasn’t a weak drinker so he liked tequila - and it would probably really help him get less tense and shy. Both boys clinked their shots and took the liquid down in one go. Yugyeom could feel the tingling sensation against his throat while the tequila went down his system. After a few seconds, he heard Bambam hum in content and finally looked up, finding your eyes on him once again.

“One tequila finally makes you look up? Wonder what two will do,” you teased him.

Yugyeom felt lighter somehow and just chuckled, “We’ll see soon enough.”

You laughed and took the remainings of your drink in one go, nodding at him. His voice was definitely deeper than his baby features made you guess. This man - or should you still say, boy? - was intriguing to you. Usually, you’re annoyed at the ones who give out the same vibes as him - virgin, inexperienced vibes. You weren’t there to teach, you were there to entertain. But him… there was something about him that made you curious, interested even. Maybe it was how pretty his face was. Or the way his tall and sexy body, covered in all black, contrasted with his embarrassed posture and rosy cheeks. Or all the other controversies that seem to be built in him. Maybe it was just him. You couldn’t really tell. You just knew he was intriguing you and you wanted to know more about him - which wouldn’t happen while he was hiding behind his friend.

As if fates could hear you, you spotted Olivia, who was known there as Lila, coming out of the dressing room. Bambam spotted her before you could even draw a breath and waved at her, motioning for Lila to go to the three of you. He quickly ordered a martini - her favorite drink - and leaned against the counter, smoothly. You chuckled at his desperation to look cool to your co-worker and friend and saw Yugyeom do the same. Cute, you thought.

After a few seconds, Lila reached you with a smile on her face, “Hi B.” Her voice was velvety, sensual.

Bambam had a smile across his lips, one that Yugyeom had never seen, even in years of knowing each other. He shook his head in disapproval, but the smile in his lips said he was amused by the situation. He took the opportunity to ask for another drink - a beer this time.

Bambam quickly moved to Lila’s side, “Hey, baby.” Yugyeom snorted, he couldn’t believe his friend was this close to Lila. Maybe he wasn’t and was just showing off. Either way, it was all very amusing to him now that he wasn’t that uptight.

You really didn’t wanna pay attention to whatever B. and your friend would start doing anytime soon, as interesting and fun as it could be, so you decided to move closer to the other man and get yourself busy before your performance. “So,” you said, standing by his side.

“So?” Yugyeom questioned you, still too shy to look you in the eyes, but not shy enough to look down, the liquor giving him the courage to speak, which was already something.

“Why are you here when you don’t want to be?” You really wanted to figure him out because something was telling you he wasn’t the classic man-boy you were used to seeing there.

Yugyeom shrugged, “Bam-,” his eyes widen when he realized he almost said his friend’s name, breaking his rule. He coughed. “B. wanted me to do something fun for my birthday and since I’ve been stressed he thought this would help.”

“And you don’t agree?” You looked at him and met his side profile, his nose was too beautiful and it made you wanna kiss it.

“I don’t know…” He sounded honest. “I’ve never been anywhere like this and I just don’t think this is a good place.”

You shook your head, “It isn’t.”

“That’s why you’re leaving, right?” Yugyeom questioned you, almost side-eyeing you, taking a sip of his beer.

“Yeah.” You couldn’t believe you were actually leaving. Finally, after what felt like years and years of working in a place that you did something that went against a lot of the things you believed in. “I started doing this out of necessity and now I finally don’t need it anymore.”

Yugyeom finally felt brave enough so he looked at you, a gentle smile across his lips, “Good for you, really.”

You smiled at him, “Thanks.” You turned around and ordered another drink, a beer this time to match Yugyeom. “How old are you turning today?”

Without much thinking, Yugyeom answered, “22, like the Taylor Swift song.” Yugyeom regretted his words right away. Why the fuck is he mentioning a song like that to a stripper? He couldn’t believe himself.

You let out a small chuckle. “Cute. I’m your noona, then.”

The moment the word noona left your lips, Yugyeom felt it right in his pants. He had a thing for older women, he liked to be taught and guided. He swallowed hard, shifting in his place uncomfortably, “Y-yeah.”

You narrowed your eyes at his actions, realizing something had affected him. After thinking for a few seconds, you guessed it but didn’t mention it. Good, you’d save that information for later.

With the silence settling, Yugyeom took some time to take in your figure. His first thought was how beautiful you were. Not hot, beautiful. He felt like the word hot didn’t actually do you justice. The black robe was accentuating your skin and he wondered what would be underneath it, cheeks instantly getting a light shade of pink across them. You realized he was staring so he spoke the first thing he could think of, “Why Ariel?”

His question caught you off guard. Usually, guys asked you how much would it be for a private session or if you have a boyfriend, being nowhere near interested in you like he seemed to be. It’s not that he sounded childish, it’s just that he sounded genuine and that’s completely unheard of in this industry. “Huh?”

He explained himself, “I mean, that’s not your real name, is it?”

You shook your head, “It isn’t.”

He nodded and then repeated the question, “Then why Ariel?”

“I like the princess,” you stated simply. “I mean, I hate how she gave away her fucking voice over a man, but I like her. I like how passionate and young spirited she is. It reminds me of myself back then.” You felt like you overshared, but you honestly didn’t care. He did make you feel safe enough where you didn’t feel like you overstepped a boundary that could eventually harm you. Besides, you were leaving anyway.

The man listened carefully and then nodded, taking in the information. You seemed strong, even though your words made it seem like life had already taken a toll on you. He wondered if you were still hurting. After a few seconds, he broke the silence, “I hope you can get back to being like that again once you leave this place.” He sounded genuine and almost naive.

He caught you off guard once again by how mature he sounded. And yet, he behaved like a kid over some exposed bodies and sexy dances. You just couldn’t figure him out. And that made you want to even more. “Thanks,” you said, “I don’t think I can, but thanks.”

After a few sips of your bear, you decided to order two tequila shots and offered him one. “Let’s see if two shots can make you watch me perform without blushing.”

He took the glass with a small smile on his face, his cheeks still red and burning even more now just by the mention of you being against a pole, “You dancing tonight?”

You nodded, “Yeah, in a few.” You bumped your glass onto his and smirked, “Cheers.” You took down the liquid in one fluid motion, being used to the strong taste of tequila by this point in your life. Yugyeom mimicked you, also drinking the content in one go.

Once the glasses were placed back on the counter, you tiptoed and reached for his ear, hand resting against his firm shoulder, “You should watch me, you know…” If you had to choose someone to dance to on your last day, he’d be the one. Something about him made you wanna break all the rules that came with this job - the most important one being the one that doesn’t allow you to sleep with clients.

Yugyeom swallowed dry, the warmth that irradiated from your body and your breath close to his ear making him suddenly shy again, “Y-yeah…” He cleared his throat and you moved away, back resting against the counter once again and a smirk placed in your lips. You happily realized you had affected him, even after two shots of tequila and a beer - cute. Maybe later you could unwrap him like a Christmas present in one of the private rooms as your goodbye gift to yourself. He choked lightly as if he could somehow relieve the pressure that was building up inside him and decided to change the topic when he realized his friend wasn’t even there anymore, “Do you know where B. is?”

You chuckled, “Probably in one of the private rooms with Lila. That’s where he always is.”

Before Yugyeom could ask you further about that, he heard the bartender call your name, “Ariel,” you turned to him. “You’ll be up in the main stage in 5, so you might wanna go to the dressing room.”

You smiled at Yugyeom, “That’s my queue.” You shot him a wink before biting your lips, “You should really watch me, I promise you’ll enjoy it.”

The look you had when you left took Yugyeom’s breath away. His throat got dry and the room was suddenly too small. Fuck. He thought he’d really hate of all this - that was ‘til he saw you. He was confused by how much you could affect him with an action as simple as a wink thrown his way.

“She’s some work,” the bartender said. “And she likes you.”

Yugyeom shot him a confused look, “What?”

“She never talks about herself and she has never told anyone to watch her the way she just did to you,” the man gave Yugyeom a pat on the shoulder. “You’re a lucky guy.”

Yugyeom blinked while his brain tried to process the information he had just received. You liked him? Well, he wasn’t sure what that was supposed to mean, but he liked you too. He truly thought he’d be sitting alone at the bar, feeling bored and disgusted by half the things that happened in that place. When he saw you, he felt something - he felt shy, embarrassed under your stare. He felt hot like his skin was on fire. He wanted to get to know you, you for you and not you for Ariel. He also wanted to do multiple things to you - with you. No, scratch that, he wanted you to do things to him. He wanted you to dance for him and him only, he wanted you on his lap and on his lips. He wanted you. The more aware he got of that, the shyer he got. Yugyeom was very inexperienced when it came to sexual matters. He wasn’t a virgin, but sex altogether made him self conscious and embarrassed, too scared to make a mistake and fuck things up. Somehow, the idea of you, someone who he was sure to be more experienced, teaching him things, leading him where you wanted, needed him, made his pants seem too tight and his skin too hot. Before he could let his thought travel too much, he ordered another beer and saw a man he imagined to be the host - he didn’t even know strip clubs had hosts - take the spotlight on the main stage.

“Ladies and gentlemen,” were there any ladies customers in the place? Yugyeom quickly scanned the room and saw maybe two, curiously wondering what they thought of everything. “Today’s a very sad day for Teaser,” the host’s tone was loud and if you asked Yugyeom he didn’t quite actually sound sad. “One of our main performers has decided to leave us.” The crowd shouted their disappointed ahs and ohs and booed loudly. “Yes, unfortunately, our beloved Ariel,” by the mention of her name, the crowd sounded even more distressed. She seems popular, Yugyeom thought while the host continued talking, “has decided to pursue another path. This will be her last performance with us so make sure you all enjoy it properly because I know she’ll put on quite a show.” The men positioned around the main stage were letting out excited screams now, a bit too eager even, Yugyeom thought, for the show that’d take place in front of them in a few seconds. Yugyeom rested his body against the counter, standing right across the center of the main stage, which gave him a great view of everything. “Without further ado, please give it up for Ariel!” The host left the stage, the spotlight moving towards the black velvet and the screaming men clapping and welcoming you to the stage.

A loud, filled with bass song started echoing through the place while you opened the curtain and stepped into the stage powerfully. Yugyeom’s jaw dropped at the sight of you. You were wearing a long sleeved fishnet and a leathery one piece with delicate straps and cuts around your waist. The black high heels accentuated your look and shaped your legs in ways people would think they were sculpted by Gods themselves. Your hair was loose, framing your face perfectly. The light make-up against your skin contrasted the powerful clothes that hugged your figure. Yugyeom felt like he could see every single curve of your and nothing at the same time.

The moment you stepped on stage, your eyes landed on him. He was right in your direction, eyes widened in shock. You shot him a wink and walked towards the pole by the end of the stage, steps rhythmically matching the beat of the music that echoed through the room. Men yelled your name by your feet, already throwing money at the stage before you could even reach the pole, but you didn’t pay them any attention - all you could see was him, the handsome, shy and intriguing man that blushed with your every move.

Yugyeom felt like he couldn’t breathe. You looked insanely sexy in those black clothes and teasing look and when you shot him a wink, he was gone. He was in a trance and he wouldn’t look away even if he wanted to - not that he truly did. You didn’t wanna look away either and he noticed it. He felt special seeing someone that sexy and imposing giving him that much attention when there were other men with money at your feet. Maybe the strip club wasn’t a bad idea after all.

You walked towards the pole that stood at the end of the main stage runway slowly, staring at Yugyeom to make sure he was watching. When you saw the blushing across his cheeks and the way he held his bottle of beer too tightly, you knew you had him - and you had barely even started. You scanned the men sitting around the stage but didn’t really look at them, they weren’t your focus tonight. Once you’ve reached the pole, you turned around and let the cold metal bar fit against your skin. You bent, allowing them to see your exposed ass. Modesty aside, it was your money maker. Men shouted when they saw the pole settled against your butt cheeks, the cold material making you shiver slightly.

His pants felt extremely tight by now. Yugyeom felt like he had never seen something this arousing. That view of your ass was sending his imagination to places it has never been before, making him wish it was his member that found a home between those two glorious pieces of flesh. He swallowed dry and his knuckles were turning white against the cold bottle of beer.

You got back up and stretched your arms up, swaying your hips to the rhythm of the song you had chosen for that night. You then reached for the pole, your right hand grasping it hard to firm itself. You stepped around it slowly, letting your customers enjoy the view, legs moving with grace and ease. You launched your body forward and grasped at the pole higher, one leg attaching itself to the metal bar, hanging yourself and letting the motion spin you around for a few seconds. Your feet stood at the ground once again and you allowed your hand to move against the pole again, fingertips touching it slowly, dragging against it as you eyed up the boy twisting in his chair not that far from you. You then grasped it firmly, one hand upper and the other on your waistline. You launched your body and spun around, legs hanging and moving across the air.

Yugyeom felt like he was going to explode anytime soon. He could feel the blood running from his brain to his cock embarrassingly fast. He was mesmerized by you, by how experient and confident you were. By how gracefully you did your job in a sea of horny and desperate men. By how fucking strong you needed to be doing those moves. By how you kept staring at him while you hanged yourself against the pole, giving him a look and wanting to send him a message he felt too overwhelmed by the possibilities it could bring. After he saw you do a few more tricks, he found himself getting tired of just watching you. He needed some sort of relief and he needed it now. He finished his beer in one go and decided to take a seat at one of the stools, figuring that the dirty move he was about to make now would be less noticeable if he was sitting. He sat down and looked away from you for a second just to make sure no one was actually paying attention to him - no one but you.

You noticed him moving right away, his long legs moving to the stool and him sitting down. You also noticed the look on his face - it was similar to the one a child has when he’s about to do something wrong. You slowed down your moves to get the chance to actually figure out what he was about to do and when you saw it, the smirk on your lips couldn’t be big enough to match the excitement in your stomach. He was palming himself through his jeans, hands grasping at the hard material to apply some friction and relieve the tension in his system. He squeezed his eyes shut, teeth grasping at his bottom lip and you thought he looked absolutely delicious, especially with the tint of pink he had in his cheeks.

After a few seconds, he opened his eyes in alarm, reminding himself he was in a public place. When he had adjusted to the light, he was met with your amused gaze. He felt embarrassed and exposed, but honestly, he didn’t care, this was all your fault so you might as well watch it. He mouthed “This is on you.” while his hand left his crotch and rested against his thigh, fists closed hard and fingertips drawing red marks in his palm.

You had been on this job for a while now and none of the men that have been on Teaser has ever gotten you this turned on - or even turned on at all. What this guy was doing to you was no joke. You wanted nothing more than to get him in a private room and break him into revealing the pretty, needy moans you were sure he’d let out.

You had been on the stage for a few minutes now, limbs growing tired of hanging yourself against the pole, but you were gonna give him a grand finale, a view that would make him yours for the night. You gathered the remainings of our strength and got yourself on the pole upside down, ass facing Yugyeom. The moment you spread your legs wide, the men around you let out animalistic screams. They howled and shouted your name multiple times. After a few seconds, you got yourself down and looked at Yugyeom. He couldn’t believe his eyes - if it wasn’t for the fact that his jeans were black and the dimmed lights, he was positive everyone would see the forming bulge in his pants. It was official, you were the hottest and sexiest person he had ever laid eyes on and he couldn’t wrap his head around the fact that you could possibly be as turned on by him as he was by you. He wasn’t misinterpreting this whole situation, right? You stared at him the whole performance, you shot him winks and licked your lips at the sight of him. You wanted him too. Fuck, if you didn’t he’d have to wank in the bathroom forever to the image of you then.

After bowing and blowing kisses for the men around the stage, saying goodbye to that place, you gathered your tips and got yourself out of the spotlight, stepping backstage. Now you just needed to get that boy in the private room. You’d break all the rules tonight and you honestly couldn’t care less. You figured he’d still be at the bar and decided to text Brad, the bartender, to send him your way at the private room. Your fingers moved quickly against the screen, hands typing with excitement. After pressing send, you got yourself back on your robe and headed towards the private room with a 17 engraved by the door.

The room was dark due to the dimmed light and it wasn’t that big. This particular one had red walls and big black leather couches - big enough to fit around five people, so it’d give you plenty of space to fuck that guy like there was no tomorrow. Fuck, you needed him so bad you were planning on doing him on each corner available. There was also a leather chair that you were planning on sucking him off like a lollipop on it. Or maybe ride him. Or both. You made yourself comfortable, taking off your heels and robe and sitting down to wait for him. After letting your mind wander across all the things you wanted to do to him, you heard a light knock on the door.

You let out a breath in relief - some part of you was scared that he might actually be too embarrassed for this, but if your instinct was right, he’d be driven by how horny he was. And you were right. You opened the door and found a blushing Yugyeom, licking your lips at the sight.

“H-hi,” he muttered.

You raised an eyebrow at him, smirk planted against your painted lips, “Hi, baby.” You moved to the side so he could come inside. You closed the door behind him and locked it, making sure no one would interrupt you. “Did you like the show?”

Yugyeom wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do now. When the bartender tapped his shoulder and announced you were waiting for him at the private room number 17, he didn’t know what to expect. He had an idea, but now that it was happening, he felt nervous, to say the least. That didn’t even suggest the number of feelings bubbling at the top of his stomach. So now he was just standing there in the middle of a semi-dark room with red walls and leather couches that made him think of fifty shades of grey, with you in your performance clothes and him wearing tight ass jeans and a boner. He felt you moving closer, the warmth of your body irradiating in his direction along with your smell. Fuck, you smelled really good. “Yeah, I did. You looked…” he started, his voice trembling so much he sounded 13 years old.

He felt your breasts against his clothed back and hissed at the contact, stopping mid-sentence. You were shorter than him, so you circled your arms around his waist and allowed your hands to roam around his broad chest. With a light chuckle, you said, “Calm down, I won’t bite. Not unless you want me to.” Your fingers then got bolder and decided to touch his abs below his shirt, lightly, barely grazing against the skin and you felt him shiver against your fingertips. “Nervous?” you asked close to his ear while your hands kept on touching him, leaving burning traces behind them. He nodded, his mouth dry and the words dead against the back of his throat. “I didn’t hear you,” you teased.

He swallowed dry, eyes closed shut and breathing erratic already, “Y-yes.”

You placed a soft peck on his back to calm him down, “Don’t be. Noona will treat you really well.” As soon as that word entered his ears, he let out an involuntary moan. Bingo. You got your hands out of his shirt and decided to palm his bulge.

“Shit.” He was getting rock hard. If things kept on moving at this pace he’d cum embarrassingly fast, he was sure. He had to control himself but how could he when you were… Well... You?

You palmed him lightly, barely enough for him to feel it, “You’ve done this, right?”

He stuttered, breath caught between his teeth, words hard to combine into full sentences when your fingers were right there but the pressure was so light he could barely feel it. “Y-yes, but-”

“Not like this?” you pecked his back again. You knew he was inexperienced, you just wanted to hear him say it. You just wanted to teach him. You hated when virgin boys came to Teaser to be taught, you weren’t a teacher - they should learn things in sex-ed class, but this boy… He could ask you anything and you’d be happy to teach him the world.

“No.” He could barely breathe now, the feeling of your hands against him already being too much for him to handle without turning into putty.

“It’s ok, baby,” you moved your hands back up again, wrapping them softly against his middle. “I’ll teach you, ok?”

Yugyeom nodded in agreement. His mind was buzzing now, lost in all the possibilities of what would happen next. Would you suck him off? He’d enjoy that for sure. Would you let him eat you out? Fuck, if he could make you cum he’d be so proud of himself.

You untangled yourself from him and moved to his face, stepping forward ‘til he found himself backed against the red wall. Your breath hitting his face, sweet and hot against his lips when you asked, “Can you tell me your real name?” You started to remove his shirt, the cold air conditioning hitting his skin and giving him goosebumps.

He raised his arms to help you undress him, completely anesthetized by your sweet talk. “It’s Yugyeom.”

You were greeted by two black-inked tattoos on his rib cages. They seemed nice. Your fingers danced across them lightly, making him shiver under your touch. You smiled at him and leaned in to kiss his chest gently, hands placed against his firm arms. He moaned and closed his eyes. “Such a pretty name for a pretty boy, huh?” you said between your ministrations.

Yugyeom let out a breath, “Aren’t you gonna tell me yours?”

You moved higher, licking at his collarbone. He was so pretty. So so pretty. “Should I?” you said, biting down against his skin.

He moaned, “Please.”

You got even higher, sucking at his neck now. You took your time there, finding out from the sounds he was making that it was one of his soft spots. Cute. After a few seconds, you moved to his ear, sucking on his earlobe and finally giving him your name, “I’m Y/N.” The only reason why you had told him that was because you couldn't wait to hear how nice it’d roll off his lips while you were making him feel good.

You pulled back and he opened his eyes, staring at you with expectation across his face. You leaned in, hands around his neck, and finally placed your lips against his. You sighed in content as soon as you felt how soft his lips were. It started off slow, no tongues, Yugyeom still being a bit overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

You suddenly felt his hesitant hands grasp at your ass and you moaned, pressing yourself against his body and tugging at the hair on his nape lightly. When you moaned, he got more confident and hungrier. You felt his tongue against your bottom lip and he tasted oh so good. The kiss got faster, needier. He squeezed your ass and pressed you against his crotch. He was rock hard already and you moaned at the feeling of his bulge pressing against you through your mere, thin clothes. “Fuck. So hard for me already, baby.” One of your hands left his neck to palm him through his jeans while he was suddenly kissing on your neck.

“Noona, take them off, please,” he said against your neck, referring to his jeans. They felt too tight and he wanted to feel your touch better - he needed it.

You moaned when he bit down a sensitive place, “I will, baby.” You were enjoying the feeling of his lips against your neck. You kept on palming him and he hummed against your skin, sending delicious tingling sensations to your core. You could sense how wet you were already, his body against yours being all you wanted to feel, his moans being the only sound you wanted to hear. After enjoying his kisses and teeth on you some more, you backed down and started to unbuckle his belt, looking at him with a smirk. He blushed instantly at your firm actions. You pecked his lips, “You’re really cute.”

Hearing he was cute wasn’t the first thing he wanted to hear during sex, but coming from you, it turned him on even more. He felt you unbutton his jeans, not yet fully removing them, and choosing to now feel him through his boxers. He felt your hands grip him not quite the way he really wanted and he jolted his hips into your hand. “Noona, please. Give me something.”

You chuckled at his desperation, now tracing the outlines of his cock with your fingertips, “Am I not giving you enough already?”

“Y-you are…” he breathed, letting his head fall back on the wall and closing his eyes, “I just…”

One of your hands went back to his chest, nails running across it and leaving behind all kinds of red marks, while the other one kept working on Yugyeom. “You’re being a really good boy, so maybe I should really give you some more...” You focused on his tip now, gently rubbing it, the friction of the fabric doing wonders to the man.

“Fuck. Please,” he said. Begging was really a look on him, you thought while scanning his face, his dark hair starting to stick to his forehead due to the droplets of sweat that were forming.

You got down on your knees and instructed him, “Look at me while I suck you off.” When Yugyeom looked down, feeling his boxers being removed and pooling on his ankles along with his jeans, he almost came with the sight alone. You grabbed his already hard cock with one hand and started to rub it slowly, making the man in front of you tremble. He instinctively closed his eyes, “No, eyes on me,” you said, looking upon him while you stroked his tip now.

“Noona, I-I can’t,” he cried out, embarrassed by how pathetic he sounded. He’d cum way to fast if he watched you like that and he knew it.

You sighed in disapproval, tone amused and teasing, “Thought you’d have better self-control then to cum barely untouched, baby.” You held his cock by the base and gave it an experimental lick, only to be gifted with the prettiest moan you’ve ever heard in your life, sending waves of arousal straight to your core. “You like that?”

He nodded eagerly. You were having fun teasing him, testing him, but you figured you’d have even more fun with his cum being shot down your throat. You decided to take him in your mouth, lips swirling against his tip as he hissed. “Oh my god,” Yugyeom gasped, involuntarily bucking his hips slightly.

You started bobbing your head up and down, taking as much of him as you could, but all in slow, deliberate moves. After a few times, you decided to take him fully. When you felt his tip hit the back of your throat, he grabbed your head in reflex. He tasted good, all salty and aroused, pre-cum starting to form at his tip. One of your hands made its way to his balls and started massaging them, dragging out another whine out of Yugyeom who threw his head backward, showcasing his long neck.

You kept on bobbing your head up and down his shaft, one hand keeping the base firm so you could use your lips with majesty. You released his tip with a popping sound, hands quickly replacing them, “Look at me just for a sec, won’t you?” You needed him to see how pretty you looked with his cock in your mouth, you wanted him to have that picture engraved in his mind.

He was still resisting, shaking his head in disagreement, “No, it’ll make me cum.” Fuck. He needed to control himself, but how could he when the hottest and sexiest and most beautiful girl on the planet was sucking him off like he was the most delicious thing she has ever tasted?

You licked a prominent vein, making him shiver, “Then cum. We have time. C’mon, look at me while I make you cum. Look at noona.”

He inhaled slowly as if he knew the view he’d have in seconds would be too much for him to take. When he opened his eyes, you got your mouth on him again, now bobbing your head faster and focusing on his tip. When Yugyeom’s eyes finally met yours, you took him all the way down, deepthroating him. He moaned loudly at your action, struggling to keep his eyes on you. You bobbed your head some more, swallowing around him. You could feel he was gonna cum soon. He felt it too, getting embarrassed and blushing at his lack of discipline.

You, on the other hand, loved it. You were loving the fact that it took you this little work to make him a moaning mess under your touch. You were loving how sensitive and submissive he was to you. You kept your eyes on Yugyeom and released him for a few seconds just to encourage the man, “You can cum. Cum for noona, baby.”

That’s it, a few words and he was gone, his high washing over him like waves and waves of pleasure. As soon as you got him back in your mouth, you felt the salted taste of his cum against your tongue. You kept on bobbing your head while his legs shook in euphoria, shivering slightly even. He muttered several curse words under his breath, all of them mixed with sinful moans. You licked his tip and he hissed at the overstimulation, “N-noona… Fuck. Fuck!” You took him all the way back again and he whined, not being able to look at you anymore, eyes shut in desperation, “Please. It hurts, oh my god. I can’t take it anymore, I can’t.”

You swallowed around him one last time and finally released his sensitive, reddened cock. Yugyeom’s head was thrown back on the wall, his breath frantic and fists closed. He looked breathtaking, black hair sticking to his forehead, cheeks, and nose bright pink, eyes closed and heavy breathing. You stroked his thighs gently, giving it small pecks while he tried to put himself back together. After a few seconds, you stood up in front of him again, splaying your hands across his chest, his skin filled with goosebumps. “You ok?”

He looked at you again, cheeks painted in burning red and his lungs still struggling to keep his breathing under control, “Y-yeah. That was-”

You interrupted him, a smile on your lips, “I know.” Your index and a middle finger traced their way from his navel to his collar bones, “Now how about you be a good boy and help me out too, huh?” He looked shy, the red in his cheeks getting more and more intense as the words came out of your mouth, “Don’t worry, I’ll guide you, ok?”

While two of your fingers danced across Yugyeom’s collarbone, your other hand removed his hair out of his forehead. He was hypnotizing. Everything about him made you wanna stare for hours and get lost in the pretty sounds that escaped his lips in response to your every action.

Yugyeom thought about your request - he really wanted to do this. He wanted to make you feel as good as you had made him feel minutes ago. Of course, he had given head to girls before, but they weren’t you. He didn’t want to impress them as much as he wanted to impress you. He was just scared he’d let you down, but something in your eyes made him feel secure, safe even. So he decided to try it out. He nodded to you, knowing well that the look on his face definitely showed you he wasn’t exactly a pro. He got fully out of his jeans, boxers and shoes off, getting himself comfortable. He looked at you - he was entirely naked while you were still fully dressed.

As if you could read his thoughts, you turned around, “Unzip me.”

Yugyeom’s long fingers removed your hair out of your back as he gently leaned in and planted a kiss against your shoulder, right between one of the holes of your fishnet shirt. This was all new to you. Not only the sleeping with a customer thing, especially since that was Teaser’s #1 rule, but being treated like you’re actually precious. You’re used to being the prey, not the predator. And that was exactly the change you needed tonight. His soft lips against your skin made you shiver and he noticed it, the reaction of your body doing wonders to his ego.

Yugyeom got back to the task in hand - getting you naked. Not that there was a lot to remove from you, anyways. He took the straps off your shoulder and unzipped the one pieced clothing. It hugged your body in all the right curves, so he had to pull the material down. His lips left kisses to replace the leather material that once touched your skin, even getting on his knees so he could get it off of you properly. He wasn’t sure if it was the alcohol he had consumed earlier or if he was just intoxicated by you, but he was even bold enough to leave a bite against your ass cheek. The way his teeth felt uncertain against your skin made you giggle.

You decided he was taking way too much time and decided to remove the fishnet shirt yourself and he whined, biting your ass a bit harder now, “I wanted you to keep that.”

You let out a chuckle, hands reaching behind yourself so you could touch him, “Getting bold, aren’t we?” He blushed for the nth time that night. “Nah, I want you to see me fully.”

Fuck. How did he get that lucky? This had gone from being one of his worst birthdays to one of the best in a matter of minutes - and he loved it.

When he was finally done with undressing you, you moved to the black leather couch, laying down and sighing in content at the feeling of the material against your back. Yugyeom was standing in the same place you’ve left him, still nervous about what he was going to do next.

You felt how anxious he was and you wanted to reassure him, “Come here, I need you,” you pleaded.

You needed him. Yugyeom never really thought someone could actually need him, especially not in a sexual context and especially not someone like you. The wonders that sentence did to his ego couldn’t be explained in words.

Yugyeom finally came to his senses and moved towards the couch, getting on top of you. His arms were resting next to your head, legs between yours and body just not as close as you wanted. He stared at you for a few seconds, your hands caressing his arms, “You’re really beautiful, did you know that?”

He had surprised you once again, his soft words so kindly placed in the midst of all the sex atmosphere making the butterflies in your stomach dance around. He sounded genuine, pure. Once again, showing you a side you thought you could never imagine seeing in someone in a place like this. You knew he wasn’t just saying it, he meant it, you felt it in his voice. You looked at him with a delicate smile, “Thank you. You’re not so bad yourself,” you said in a teasing tone before pulling him down to feel him on you once again.

In years you had never felt lips as soft as his, humming in content as they moved against yours. You traced the outline of his honey like bottom lip as your tongue finally entered his mouth. It felt heavenly, like that was the man you were supposed to kiss forever. Your tongues danced together in a mix of hums and exciting moans. After a while, you surprisingly felt one of his hands expertly map the sides of your ribcage, being dangerously close to your breasts. He took action and gently moved towards your nipple, massaging it in soft motions. You let out a moan he was quick to swallow, lips still hard and hungry against yours.

Yugyeom stroked your breast with his fingertips, your nipple instantly responding to his touch, perking up as he stimulated it. He then finally moved down with his lips, his hot breath coming in contact with your neck. There, he left bites and a mixture of purple and blue marks that he was proud of himself for it. You moaned his name when he moved to your collarbone, teeth gazing against the skin, “Fuck, Yugyeom. This feels really good. Such a good boy,” you praised.

Your hands wandered across his body, touching every place they could reach - his shoulders, his back, his neck, his head, everywhere. He went further down and licked the valley between your breasts as you hummed in delight. Supporting himself with one hand, the other took its time with your right boob while his tongue sucked on the left nipple, a mix of sensations and arousal making your head spin. You breathed out a few curse words, the feeling of his hot ministrations being too much to handle without a word. He switched it up after a few seconds, not wanting to neglect a single part of your body.

Your moans kept Yugyeom going like nothing in this world could, fueling his ego and making him want to please you even more. He left a trail of kisses and gentle licks as he moved towards your navel, nibbling at the skin just enough to give you a tingling sensation. He finally settled himself between your legs, spreading them further apart to get more space. He looked at you hesitantly, cheeks tinted in red and breathing erratic once again. You felt like he needed an incentive and you had no problem in giving him one, “Go ahead baby,” you said, fingers running against his hair. “I’m sure you’ll make noona feel really, really good.”

Yugyeom let out a breath against the outside of your pussy lips that made you shiver, one hand experimentally tracing the juncture between your thigh and your pelvis, while the other moved closer and closer to where you desperately needed him. After a few seconds of teasing, he finally spread your folds and gave them a long, wet lick that made you moan instantly. “Shit, you’re so wet already.”

“Yeah, so wet and all for you,” you murmured, closing your eyes to fully enjoy the sensation of Yugyeom eating you out. The man took that as an incentive and gave your folds another lap, moving up and down and finally focusing at your entrance, the taste of your juices taking over his plump lips. “Use your fingers, baby, I need them inside me.”

Yugyeom hooked one of his arms around your thigh while the other one started playing with your entrance. His tongue was now fully focused in your clit, the pleasure of his ministrations sending shocks all over your body. You felt his index finger enter you slowly, as if he was testing you. The moan that escaped your lips traveled straight to his cock, that was now starting to get hard again. You sighed in relief as his finger entered you fully, the slick noises of your juices filling up the place as he started to pump it in and out of you. You wanted more, you needed more, “Add another,” you choked out between moans.

He looked up at you from between your legs, “Already?” His chin was wet from you, his hair was all over the place from your hands, his eyes like a deer caught in the headlights. Cute.

Did he really think you couldn’t take two fingers? Cute, inexperienced man. “I’m soaked, baby. I can take it.” Yugyeom nodded and went back to flicking your clit while his middle finger joined the other. He started pumping them and you hooked your fingers around his hair, “C-curl them up,” you instructed. “It’ll make me feel even better.” Yugyeom was a really good boy, doing everything as he was told. His tongue started to dance around your pussy, licking and lapping at all the places it could find, while his long fingers inside you only added fuel to the fire. You loved all the dirty sounds that you could hear - his fingers coming in and out of you, your moans and also his.

Since you had found yourself a pleaser, you’d make good use of him, “Remove your fingers, baby. Let noona ride your face.”

Fuck.

“Are you sure, noona? I-I-”

Every time Yugyeom stuttered, got shy or embarrassed, you felt yourself getting wetter. Who thought you’d develop a thing for this type. But it was more likely you were developing a thing for him. “I’m sure. Be still, ok? And tongue out.” Obviously, he did as he was told. You held him in place by his dark locks and started to ride his face, moving your hips up and down, spreading your juices all around him. He hummed in content, enjoying every single second of this.

You started your movements slowly, getting used again to the feeling of his tongue against your wet folds, but every time he moaned, it only made the fire pooling by the pit of your stomach even stronger, which made you move faster and faster against his face. “Such a good boy, fuck,” you cried out, feeling your orgasm starting to build up. Yugyeom hummed against your pussy, the vibration of his voice against your clit sending waves of pleasure through your whole body. Your hips picked up their pace, moving harder and faster. You held his hair so tightly he hissed in pain, but he didn’t mind a single bit.

You couldn’t get over the lustful sounds that were coming out of your pussy. You were so fucking wet, your juices being mixed with Yugyeom’s saliva making everything hotter. You were gonna cum soon. “Shit, right there, don’t stop.” You pulled his face even closer to your core, you could feel your high was only a few moves away. In a bold move, Yugyeom held you down in your place as strongly as he could and started to suck on your clit hard, determined to make you cum. “Fuck. I’m gonna cum, shit,” you cried out, hands grasping at his hair for support, eyes closed shut and hairline covered in sweat. With a few more laps of his tongue against your clit, you were seeing stars and moaning out his name like a mantra. You leg was trembling and your toes curling, his movements never slowing down. You pressed him against your core once again to ride out of your high, the electric wave that your over sensitive clit was sending to your body being too much to handle.

Your heart was beating like crazy, the overwhelming sensations sending your body on a frenzy that’d be hard to calm down from. You felt Yugyeom climb his way back at you with a trail of pecks and in no time he was right at your face once again, “How was it?” he asked, still uncertain of himself, even after all the praising. Cute. His face was covered in your juices and his saliva, you cleaned his up with the back of your hand a bit but he didn’t seem to mind much.

You cupped his cheek, “Amazing. You’re a really good boy.” He blushed at the compliment and you started to fix his hair, “There’s just one last thing I wanna do to you, think you can handle it?”

Yugyeom nodded eagerly. He’d let you do whatever you wanted.

You chuckled at his excitement, “I want you to sit back and let me ride you. How does that sound?”

“Shit.” Just the thought of that made his member twitch in between his legs. He could feel it throbbing already.

Your hands traveled between his legs and touched his now hard cock, Yugyeom moaning at the contact. He was all ready to go, merely taking a few strokes for him to be rock hard again. Thank god for the stamina these young men have. “You’d like that?”

“Y-yes. Yes, noona.” He thought he sounded pitiful, you thought he sounded exquisite.

“Good,” you said, stroking his cock. “C’mon, sit back.”

Yugyeom moved away from you and sat straight on the leather couch, back resting comfortably against the hot material. You wasted no time and straddled him, legs resting on each side of his body and ass against his naked and muscular thighs. You stared at him, trying to figure out what was so special about this guy. While your eyes wandered across his handsome features, you spotted a mole under his eye. As an instinct, you reached out and touched it lightly.

Yugyeom chucked at your gesture, feeling ticklish as your fingertip caressed his face. You smiled at him, finger moving down and now tracing his lips - he took the opportunity to place a tiny peck against your index. You blushed and he noticed, blushing too. You tried not to let it affect you, pretending it didn’t happen. You leaned in, hands on his neck, and kissed him once again.

His kiss was addictive, his lips tasting better than all the others you’ve tasted before. It felt right, sinful even. You moved forward, lips never leaving his, and started to grind down on him, hips moving back and forth with expertise.

Yugyeom was going crazy. His whole body was on fire and he just couldn’t get enough of you. He couldn’t figure out why he was so entranced by you and your actions, by your moans and your taste. He just knew he never wanted this to end. He moaned at the contact of your core against him, the friction being enough to ignite a burning sensation inside. His cock was placed right between your folds, flesh feeling on so good against flesh.

You couldn’t focus on kissing him anymore. You were sensitive, not fully recovered from your last orgasm, so the smallest of touches could wash you over like a wave. You kept your hands still on his neck, forehead now attached to his while his erratic breath got mixed with your moans. You’d reach your high was faster this time and you knew it, you just hoped he would too.

Yugyeom was having enough of the teasing, “Please, noona.”

You grinded harder, “What do you want?” You knew exactly what he wanted, you just needed him to say it. The words were almost enough to drive you to the edge again.

“I-I wanna be inside you, please.” Pathetic. Yugyeom thought it was just pathetic how whiny he sounded and how fast you could make him beg. He just couldn’t help it.

You slowed down your movements, increasing his agony, “How bad do you want it?”

He was growing impatient, eyes shut and hands holding your waist firm enough to leave some marks on the next day. “So fucking bad. I want it so bad, noona.”

You lifted your hip and positioned his cock at your entrance, “It’s hard to say no when you sound so appetizing.” You captured his lips in yours once again and sat down on him in one fluid motion.

Yugyeom moaned loudly, sighing in relief. He couldn’t believe he was actually fucking you. He couldn’t believe you were moaning his name against his lips. He couldn’t believe how good and tight you felt around him. Fucking finally he was inside of you. “Fuck, noona. So good,” he murmured between kisses when you started to move, being wet and stretched out enough.

You were moving your hips up and down, hand now resting against Yugyeom’s shoulders for support. You lifted yourself up ‘til only his tip was in and the sat back down, feeling him fill you up in all the right places. “Feels really good, huh, baby?”

“Fuck yes.”

You were moving harder now, faster, the sound of the skin of your ass against his thighs adding more and more pleasure to everything. Yugyeom grope your ass and squeezed it. Shit, you loved that. “Spank me,” you said between breaths, body slowly growing tired from all the effort you had been making that night. Again, Yugyeom got shy at the request, but again, he did as he was told with burning cheeks. He had seen it in porn, he was pretty sure he could spank you properly. After a few seconds, you felt his right hand come across your ass check with a loud noise and you moaned at the contact, “Fuck!”

After bouncing up and down a few more times, you decided to switch up a bit. You were tired and you were gonna cum soon, so you settled for circular and straight motions with Yugyeom inside you balls deep. He held you closer now, arms strong against your back and head licking all over your collarbones and neck. This was too good, he was too good.

You grabbed his neck between your hands, thumbs resting against his cheeks, and connected your foreheads once again. Your lips were barely touching and your moans were being mixed together, creating a beautiful symphony. One of Yugyeom’s hands left your back only to reach between your bodies and rub your clit. You cried out at how good it felt, “Fuck, Yugyeom. I think I’m close.”

His eyes were locked on yours and he didn’t look away, too mesmerized by the view, “M-me too.” He could barely speak, this was too much. He could feel you getting tighter around him, guessing that the feeling of his thumb against your clit was getting you closer and closer to your orgasm.

“I want you to cum inside me, ok? I need you to fill me up.”

Fuck.

“I can’t,” this sounded dangerous and for the thousand time that night, Yugyeom questioned your request.

“Yes, yes you can. Cum inside me, baby, please.” You begged.

Well, he couldn’t say no to that. Not when you were the one doing the begging. With a few more movements of your hips, he felt his orgasm building up incredibly strong, “I-I think I’m gonna cum, noona.” He pressed harder against your clit, he wanted you to cum with him and he knew you were close.

You kept on moving, chasing both of your highs, “Cum, baby. Cum for noona.”

He was gone, stars all over his eyes, cock leaking and filling you up. Yugyeom came with a moan of your name - not your stage name, your actual name - and that was enough to send you over the edge. You once again captured his lips on yours and kissed him passionately while you rode out of your highs.

After a while you stopped moving but didn't move a muscle to move away from Yugyeom. Your entire bodies collided together, exhausted and sweaty, but together. You rested your head on his shoulders, his cock getting limp inside you, but you didn’t care.

Yugyeom held you close to him, your naked breasts against his chest feeling way too good to let go. He gave your shoulder gentle pecks while both of you tried to get your breathing back to normal.

You mimicked his gesture and kissed his shoulder too, voice soft saying, “Happy birthday.”

He smiled against your skin, “Thanks, noona.”

The two of you stayed like that for a little while. You were the first one to move, you had to go home. You pulled away gently, too scared to break or hurt him - he was too precious to get hurt. You looked at him once again and gave him one last kiss, lips lingering and tasting the bitterness of saying goodbye.

You got up and dressed your robe, gathering your stuff from the floor.

“So this is how you leave?”

You turned around to face Yugyeom, who was still sitting naked on the couch. You raised a brow at him in curiosity, “What did you expect?”

Yugyeom shrugged, “I don’t know? Your number, maybe?” He decided it was worth giving it a shot. He had done so many things that night that he had never in a million years imagined he’d done that asking for your number didn’t even seem that horrible. He was still shy doing it, his cheeks still pink. He thought you’d never give him his number, but the remainings of alcohol in his system making him brave once again.

You thought about it for a second, looking at the man right in front of you. Fuck it. You had also already done so much you shouldn’t have done that night that giving your number wasn’t such a bad idea, now, was it? You moved towards the door and he really thought you were about to leave. Instead, you reached for his jeans and picked up his phone from his back pocket. You typed something quickly against the screen and tossed it to Yugyeom, who now had a big smile across his beautiful and tasty lips.

“Bye, birthday boy,” you said, winking at him and opening the door. “Noona hopes to see you very soon.”

a/n: so here’s a long ass thing i’ve written in the last two days. this wasn’t even on my wips page, just lost in my google docs when inspiration struck me as a lightning, the thought of sub yugyeom haunting me. and i was somehow influenced by @jj-nyoung‘s sin called tape 69. lastly, thanks to @yoongitalks for being the best beta in this world. hope you guys enjoy it and my askbox is always open for the much appreciated feedback!

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