#because my nipple tattoos were peeking out of my tank top ……

[seraphicalsuccubus]

well. it’s officially ‘I like your tats’ weather. aka the bane of every tattooed girl’s existence 🙃

#my Instacart shopper was the girl’s boyfriend instead of her just using her profile to do the shopping #and he literally sat here and fucking hit on me and tried to get me to tell him about my tattoos and told me how good they look and #I shit you not said ‘damn lil mama you got some ink huh? I bet you look real good without them clothes’ #because my nipple tattoos were peeking out of my tank top …… #like you have a whole ass woman at home get the fuck outta my face with that shit ugh #I wish I had a way to contact her about how sleazy her fucking man is being to random customers while using her profile like #she deserves to know he’s fuckin scum and hitting on random women he delivers shit to #god I fucking hate scummy and cheating men like y’all don’t even know what it means to be faithful clearly #so many of yall motherfuckers get ‘loyalty’ and ‘devotion’ shitty ass script fuckin tattoos and clearly don’t even know what the words mean

[billskeis]

ᡣ𐭩 bill and his tank tops

you look at bill who you lead into the bedroom. closing the door behind you, you press a small but sweet kiss onto his lips that leave him smiling. “what’s up schatzi?” he asks, his cheeks are a rosy pink as he stares at you.

“you’re just so breathtaking, bill—like i can’t get enough of this look!”

laughing, he tilts his head, “where’s this coming from?” “i mean, come on, bill.. are you kidding? like you’re beautiful everyday but this hair.. it’s driving me crazy..” you stare at bill as he averts eye contact, clearly, you’re making him embarrassed by the unexpected compliments tonight.

but it’s true. for their new era, bill decided to get dreadlocks. tom says that he’s copying him but each of their hair looks totally and completely different despite following the same concept.

now don’t get it twisted, tom’s dreads were sick as fuck. but on bill?

it just unleashed this sort of sex appeal that cannot be explained, yet it suits him just right.

on top of that, for their humanoid era, bill’s fashion has been incredibly taunting. and it’s not just any piece of clothing, it’s the tank tops. let it be tight to show off his small waist and a little bit of bicep to prove he does a little work out on the side, it was sensual, and when you first witnessed it,

you swear gears started to turn in your head.

it didn’t pique your interest until one of the tank tops that bill wore was wayy more loose on him. slipping off his shoulder, “sorry meine liebe.. i just need to grab something,” as the strap of the tank top falls even lower, you peek through an opening to reveal his bare chest. he might as well have not worn anything today because he’s dressing like a total slut.

the little buds taunting you, as if they were trying to tease you on purpose. was he doing this to get at you or did he just completely not know..?

licking your lips, you rub your hands on bill’s shoulders, “can.. can i try something..?” bill’s eyes widen. the two of you weren’t really experimental in bed. your vanilla lifestyle had kept the two of you satisfied and never really branches out to the dark sides of intimacy.

until tonight.

“mmhm!” bill sounds excited, he himself wasn’t really the expert as mentioned, but would be willing to do and go through anything and everything if it was with you. you sit bill down on the bed. following after you swiftly take off the tank top that he was wearing off his torso.

a sharp inhale, as you looked at bill in all his glory. your eyes analyzed his body, he had also gotten a new tattoo that laid upon the side of his ribcage, it took four hours, and it was totally worth it because it was hot as fuck.

and you were the only one who could see it.

bill’s arms come up to hug his body in embarrassment, “y/n.. you’re staring s’much..” “sorry bill, can’t help it, my beautiful boyfriend is soooo hot..” you bring your hands to hold his arms that still wrap around his body. “now let me see you more? ja?”

he could only oblige when you lift away his arms with no trouble. placing each arm down to his side, you slide your hands up and down his chest, tickling him. “what’re you doing..?” bill’s chest heaves slightly, getting a little bit ticklish to the sensations of your hands moving across his body.

“just a little sumthin’” you stop your hands above his nipples. they’re so tiny. so tiny and so cute. standing above bill in front of him, all he could do was look up at you and bite his lip in anticipation.

you bring your fingers to circle around the muscle. just curious, into seeing how he would react. you would circle the pads of your fingers awfully slow, looking down at his chest and back up at his face.

twisted in confusion, bill didn’t know how to react. it was ticklish, uncomfortable. but some part of it brought upon pleasure, as you continued to move your hands across his chest the way you like, he could feel his pants becoming a tad bit tighter.

“you okay bill..?” “y-yeah.. feel s’weird, but i like it..” you come to sit and straddle his lap, kissing his lips and bringing your hands to run you fingers through his hair, “would you like me to continue?” bill just nods and looks back down shyly.

you grip onto his hair to make him look at you once more, “billy.. i need you to use your words,” “y-yes please..” “very well.” hands upon his chest, you fondle the tissue under your fingers while bringing his mouth to yours yet again.

you lick at his lips to ask permission, mouth slightly agape you take this as a sign and slip the muscle into his mouth.

bill didn’t even attempt to fight for dominance, tonight, he was gonna let you take over.

as your mouths entangle one another, you feel bill’s tongue piercing and run your tongue across it. while doing so, you thought to take it up a notch elsewhere and pinched his nipples.

“mm!” bill moans into the kiss, “feels good hm?” as you speak into the kiss. bill would just whine and essentially started to grind his hips onto yours after realizing you fully sat on top of him.

you lay bill down onto the soft mattress, legs hanging off of the bed as you still sat on him. trailing kisses down his body, you stop at his chest. “can i continue..?” “i need you to continue..” bill spoke with a breathy voice, he was needy, and was reallyyy into whatever you’re doing.

guiding your mouth towards one nipple, you take a lick and look up at bill’s face who’s eyes are squeezed shut and mouth agape. you further nip at the left bud while rolling the right between your index and thumb finger, almost pinching it.

switching from doing that, you suck on the skin around his nipples that cover his chest, leaving many hickeys. the both of you not caring where, just as long as they’re there.

you continue this stimulation until you feel bill shake under you. your body jolts up and looks down at bill. “bill! a-are you okay??”

his chest rises up and down, hard. arms raised above his head as he attempts to hide his face between that and the bed. his nipples were puffy and more swollen. the once small buds were now a tad bit larger than before, and you somehow made a ring of hickeys around his left nipple. the purple and blue discolouration decorating his pale skin, some of them following up his neck.

he’s a total and utter wreck.

not to mention, you look behind you as you feel a certain grinding at your butt and a wet spot that has developed on his jeans particularly near his crotch.

did he, did bill come by just having his nipples touched?

you laugh and giggle, bill playfully hits your chest, “you came!” “i-i know! god, so embarrassing..” “didn’t know my boyfriend was so sensitive,” “it felt really good.. i have to admit.” bill then brings your hand to unzip his jeans.

“now, let’s worry about this problem down here.”

#tokio hotel #tokio hotel x y/n #tokio hotel x you #tokio hotel x reader #bill kaulitz #bill kaulitz x reader #bill kaulitz x y/n #bill kaulitz x you #bill kaulitz smut #2000s #fyp

[luminescencefics]

what happens after

Here’s the second part of my HS Fic Slam submission that is completely unnecessary and written (somewhat) under the influence from the NYE bottles of champagne I consumed last night! You don’t have to read the first part for it to make sense, it can completely stand alone. As for warnings: it’s complete and utter smut. Enjoy! x

3k word count

My masterlist

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Nestled in the far corner of the bar inside the Chateau Marmont hotel after your third (or was it fourth at this time?) tequila on the rocks is not how you intended to spend the remainder of your Friday night. But alas, you were hidden in plain sight in the dimly lit room, right leg crossed over left against the expensive velvet lounge seating, sipping gingerly on your (definitely fourth) cocktail as you wait for your phone to vibrate on the sleek wooden table. 

The bar seemed to wake up once the clock struck midnight—a normality amongst the best late night spots in Los Angeles. Situated just off the Sunset Strip, you find yourself not surprised in the slightest that this was the destination Harry requested to meet you at. It’s the quintessential spot, if you truly stop to think about it—close enough to the liveliness of downtown LA but not quite in the epicenter of it all, the ideal amount of faint lighting to make the mood just an inch heavier, and the perfect amount of anonymity to ensure that sneaky iPhone pictures aren’t taken against your will.

While you wait, one hand grasping the half-filled glass and the other calmly resting on your leather-clad thigh, you find yourself aimlessly scrolling through the handful of messages exchanged between you and Harry from this evening.

It all started after the concert when his security guard handed you a barely legible piece of paper with a phone number hastily written on the bottom. Just as the crowd began to disperse, you composed a coy text message that he had answered almost instantly. And once you read the words, I’ve got to finish up at the venue for a bit. Mind waiting at the Chateau Marmont bar for me? I’d love to have that drink x, you were calling your Uber without hesitation.

As if he could tell that you were growing a bit impatient, a new message appears underneath your last response. It was simple, reading, I’m here, and before you could inform him that you were waiting towards the back of the room, two pairs of long legs hidden underneath striped black and white trousers become visible in your periphery.

You look up immediately, smiling when you realize it was Harry.

He looks different standing near you than he did up on the stage an hour and a half earlier. Even though he still had that wildly messy hairstyle, and he still filled out his clothes incredibly well, and he still looked larger than life—you can now make out smaller details that are otherwise impossible to see from the crowd. His eyes are a hazy mix of blues and greens and golden browns and he had a faint layer of stubble surrounding his mouth and when you look a bit closer, you can make out birthmarks that litter his face in an appealing way.

“Hi,” you say slowly, realizing that Harry was making the same identifications that you just were.

“Hi, sorry if I kept you waiting long. Want another?” he asks, eyes begrudgingly falling from your own to the last few drops of tequila sloshing against the bottom of your glass.

When you nod steadily, he turns around with one last smirk before you realize that you hadn’t even told him what you were drinking. But when he reappears, holding two identical glasses and sliding into the open space next to you, the smell of expensive tequila floats towards your nostrils and you’re suddenly impressed.

“Thank you,” you whisper, smiling slightly before bringing the rim to your lips, holding eye contact while you slip slowly.

You try not to notice the bob of his Adam’s apple as he mirrors your movements. You do notice, however, that he angles his body so that his right elbow is leaning against the table, causing his kneecaps to rest against your thighs. And when he flings his left arm over the back of the velvet lounger just gracing the tips of your shoulders, you’re not subtle when you ogle at the crisp Calvin Klein tank top underneath his black blazer.

Your name falling from his lips brings your gaze back to his face. “Thanks for meeting me,” he says, his voice dropping a few octaves. You’re not sure if it’s from the amount of singing he did earlier in the evening or something else entirely, but you are sure of the shiver it causes to fall down your spine.

“Did you think I’d say no?” you ask, lips quirking up into a tantalizing smirk. If he’s going to tease you with his body being a bit too close to yours, you definitely weren’t going to miss out on the opportunity to do the same.

The smug grin decorating his face tells you that he knows exactly what you’re doing. And when he leans a bit closer, uttering softly, “I’d be devastated if you had,” you have a feeling that drinks will be over much faster than you assumed. 

After a round of fingers dancing against body parts and lips whispering flirtatious remarks and eyes lingering too long on chests, your assumptions prove correct when Harry closes out his tab with the bartender, calling his driver to finish drinks over at his house in the Hills. 

When his hands grip yours as you steady yourself out of the corner booth and towards the front entrance where a black town car is waiting on the pavement, you make sure to rub your thumb against the cross tattoo on his skin. It seems to have worked, because once the two of you are sitting in the backseat, Harry makes sure to keep your body close to his, so that your left side is flushed completely with his right. And when his large palm grips at the leather adorning your inner thigh, you’ve had enough of this flirtatious banter. You want more. You need more.

Just as the partition closes, you turn your body so that your nose is brushing against his rigid jawline and your lips are grazing the thick vein protruding from the side of his neck. Your right foot wraps around his ankle, and with your hand squeezing his bicep you ask, “How long is the drive?”

Harry squeezes your thigh tighter, until you can practically feel his nails ripping the fabric. “Less than fifteen. Think you can wait that long?” His voice is scratchy and his breath is warm against your forehead and you honestly aren’t sure if you can hold off any longer.

“You’ve been making me wait quite a lot this evening,” you tease, the hand not holding his bicep drawing a tantalizing path down the planes of his chest over the thin fabric of his undershirt. 

The whine erupting from the back of his throat causes your eyes to fall back towards his. “Promise I’ll make it up to you.”

And before you can spit out a remark, his left hand cups the underside of your jaw and his lips are on yours. It’s not gentle at all—it’s all frivolous tongue and nipping teeth and muddled moans exchanged between parted mouths. The hand on your thigh moves up higher and higher until he’s just underneath your core, and just when you think he’s going to relieve the burning inside of your stomach, he keeps his hands where they are. He’s teasing you just as you were teasing him, and it’s enough to make you growl against his lips. 

Before you can swing your right leg over his hip and begin nipping at his neck, the car comes to an abrupt stop. Harry removes his lips from yours, his thumb rubbing against your swollen lower lip in awe. The door suddenly opens, and you don’t even take in your surroundings as he practically drags you through the front door and up the stairs into his bedroom.

The room is dark safe for the moonlight flooding through the balcony doors, and it’s enough to allow you to locate his lips and bring them back towards yours. The only thing you’re focusing on is the location of his bed, and once his lips fall to your neck and you can peek over the shoulder you're gripping intensely, you see it in all its king-sized glory. 

You step out of your heels, bringing your palms to the front of Harry’s chest so that you can splay them along his body before sliding underneath the arms of his blazer, pushing it off his shoulders so that his arms are free from the expensive fabric. You take in his decorated arms, the slope of his biceps, that firmness of his chest, and when your eyes read the personalized embroidered words along his ribs, your thighs clench at the sudden warmth flooding your insides. 

Bringing your lips to his neck, you simultaneously suck at the perspired skin as you push him backwards towards his bed. And once the back of his knees buckle against the mattress, you push him down so that he’s sitting with his legs spread out and his bluish greenish golden brown eyes completely darkened over with lust.

When you’ve got him where you want him, you cross your arms at the bottom of your tight bustier top and fling it over your head, throwing it aimlessly on his floor. The tight shirt did not require a bra, so when you stand up fully, completely bare torso in Harry’s vision, the moan that falls from his throat is enough to make the warmth between your legs permeate through your lace underwear.

“Fuck, look at you,” he chokes out, hands wrapping around your waist so that he can bring you closer to his mouth. And when his tongue creates a line from your naval all the way up to the underside of your breasts, circling your nipples until your fingers pull at the root of his hair, you both can’t help the moans that escape your mouths. 

Harry’s thumb and forefinger expertly pop open the button of your pants, pulling the zipper down without moving his mouth from your chest. His two large hands reach towards your back, slipping underneath your pants as he palms your ass, bringing the material down past your thighs until they’re pooling around your ankles, leaving you in just your black thong.

You fall to your knees after you step out of your pants, fitting in the space between his thighs easily. His hands are raking through your hair as your fingers toy with the clasp of his tight trousers, and when your chin rests softly on his right thigh, lips practically hovering over the erection hidden underneath his pants, you decide to bring your teeth to the zipper and pull it down. Your nose brushes against the massive bulge between his thighs, and before you stand up properly so that he can remove this layer of clothing from his body, you make sure to bring your lips to his clothed length and press a slow kiss to it.

Harry stands up faster than you’ve ever seen him move all night, practically ripping his trousers as he flings them from his body. His shirt is next, up and over his torso before you can even blink. It falls somewhere along the bottom of his mattress, and before you can admire his broad chest and muscular stomach and sinewy hips, you push him back so that his head falls against the pillows and you can straddle his waist easily.

Your tongues tangle for a bit, hands gripping and clawing at the other’s skin as you grind your hips against his. You can feel his cock rubbing against your dripping core, and when his fingers begin to toy with the bottom of your underwear, just barely touching where you need him most, you’ve decided that you’ve had quite enough of his teasing.

So to take matters into your own hands, you press two warm palms against his chest, removing your lips from his and sitting up straight along his waist. This position causes his cock to completely line up with your core, and for a minute, you revel in the feeling of it and how it causes the knot in your stomach to tighten ferociously. You can tell he feels it too, with the way his front teeth are practically ripping the skin of his lower lip and the way his hands are bruising the fleshy skin along your hips. 

“What’re you doing?” he asks gruffly, noticing how your right hand reaches for something behind your back.

When you feel your fingers grip the cotton material of his undershirt, you smirk inconspicuously in his direction. “Would you say you’re open to most things? Sexually, I mean,” you ask, your hands still behind your back.

Harry cocks his head to the side, smugness radiating off his expression. “Sure, love. I’d really love for your legs to be open, though. More specifically, me in between them, if we could hurry along to that part.”

You giggle, and when his hands reach out behind your waist to find what’s behind your back, you reveal his shirt and notice the confused look on his face.

“Don’t worry, baby,” you whisper, removing his hands from your waist and bringing them to interlock above his head around the thick wooden post of his headboard. “We’re getting to that part.”

And when you tie his shirt around his wrists in an expert sailor’s knot, you’re the one wearing the smug grin. 

You resume your position, mouth nipping at his lower lip as you pull sensual kisses from his lips. And when you peer into his eyes to make sure that he’s comfortable, you start to drag your tongue between his pectoral muscles, down the lines of his stomach, and through the patch of hair just above the waistline of his briefs.

When your fingers remove the final layer of clothing from his body, his hard cock springing upwards and resting against his stomach, you don’t try to hide the satisfied hum that leaves your lips. 

“Mmm,” you say, bringing your thumb to his leaking slit and slathering his wetness along his length. “I knew you would be big.”

The moan that rips through his throat is feral, and when you bring the pad of your thumb to your swollen lips and suck it off, turning your palm so that you can lick it generously, Harry feels as if he’s about to burst.

You begin to pump his length slowly at first, watching the way his wrists struggle against the fabric holding him back. Smiling to yourself, you bring your lips to the tip of his cock, circling your tongue slowly around the slit before wrapping your mouth around him completely and beginning to work your way down his impressive size.

“Holy shit,” Harry groans once your nose brushes against his navel. And when you peer up at him, nodding ever so slightly to indicate that it’s okay for him to begin to rut against your mouth, you don’t miss the way his eyes roll into the back of his head as his hands itch to tangle in your hair.

After a few pumps in which you end up gagging, you remove your lips from his cock, watching the string of spit that connects you both. Your eyes are watering and when you look at Harry’s face and see the way his cheeks are flushed and his eyes are blown out and his chest is heaving sporadically, you wipe your lips with your thumb and bring your mouth towards his.

“You’re incredible,” he whispers against your lips, nipping at your lower lip as you remove your underwear from your legs.

“Condoms?” you ask once your knees are surrounding his hips. 

“Nightstand, second fuck—” he pauses, eyes widening when you brush the tip of his cock against your pulsing heat. “—Second drawer.”

You nod, locating the condom easily and ripping the foil packet with your teeth. Reaching between you both, you make sure to hold eye contact as you roll the latex down his throbbing length.

“Ready?” You ask, one hand holding the base so that you can angle it perfectly towards your entrance, the other gripping his shoulder tightly.

“Please,” Harry begs, and it’s enough to cause you to sink down easily onto him, due to the dripping heat between your legs.

Your moans echo off each other as you sit completely on his waist, his cock submerged inside of you. It takes a moment to get accustomed to his size, and when you feel your walls fluttering around him and take in the strained vein pulsing on his neck, you begin to rise up on your knees until you can sink down on him again.

“So good,” Harry grunts, beginning to raise his hips to meet yours once you’ve developed a rhythm that suits you both. Your hands are gripping his chest, nails carving crescent moons into the skin as you bounce on top of him, feeling more filled than ever before. 

With every raise of his hips, Harry’s wrists pull down against his restraints as he tries to angle himself inside of you. And when an impressive thrust causes your head to fall back on your neck, the distinct sound of fabric ripping reverberates through the room.

“Thank fucking god,” Harry says, throwing his tattered shirt to the floor and bringing his arms around your waist, flipping you both expertly while you’re still inside of him. 

You’re shocked for a moment, the sudden quickness of the last few events catching up inside your clouded brain a half step behind Harry’s. When his hand grabs your right ankle and brings it over his shoulder, and the other grips your waist as he thrusts into you in an impressive new angle, it’s enough to cause your eyes to shut tightly and your mouth to fall open in a guttural moan.

He pulls out of you completely before pressing into you again so intensely that you’re almost convinced your hips will be bruised. And when he does it again, your hands wrap around his bicep as you whine, “Oh my god. More Harry, please more.”

Harry snaps into you with a rhythm that causes your toes to curl in the air. He’s pulling noises from your mouth that you weren’t even possible you could make, and when the warmth inside of you begins to feel all-encompassing, you know that you’re getting closer towards the end.

Suddenly, a warm hand wrapping around your neck causes your eyes to dart open. You blink and find that the smug look is back on his face, and when he thrusts into you while simultaneously squeezing the flesh of your neck, you feel the warmth turn into a full-blown blaze inside of you. 

“Knew you were a dirty girl,” Harry says against your lips, squeezing your flesh and feeling his cock throb at the strangled moan that rips from your throat. Your hands fall over the ones around your neck, encouraging him to squeeze tighter so that you can finally reach your end, and when he does it once, twice, it’s enough to cause you to shake underneath him, feeling completely numb.

With a few jagged ruts inside of you, Harry suddenly stills until his hands fall from your neck and his lips take their place, huffing an exasperated breath into your skin. 

After a few moments, he rolls off of you, laying beside you with one hand against his heaving chest and the other gripping the sheets on the other side of his body. You lay there, mimicking his position and trying to come to terms with the fact that Harry Styles was quite possibly the greatest fuck of your life.

And when you stand up to use the restroom, tiptoeing along the hardwood flooring towards the connected en-suite, you can’t help but giggle when your feet step on the tattered fabric of his undershirt.

“What’s so funny?” Harry asks from the bed, leaning up on his elbows so that he can see what you’re holding up in the air.

“Sorry about your shirt,” you call out, smiling when you notice the shit-eating grin covering the lower half of his face.

“Don’t worry about it,” he says, shrugging nonchalantly. And just before you’ve disappeared behind the door, he adds, “I’ve got proper restraints we can use when you’re finished. I promise they won’t break.”

#harry styles #harry styles fanfiction #harry fic #harry imagine #harry styles x reader #1dff #1dffupdates #harry styles blurb #harry x y/n #harry styles writing

[imaginethathaikyuu]

kinktober - day 9

yaku morisuke - toys 

kinktober faq prompt list

*NSFW warning featuring the usage of sex toys specifically this one fem reader

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“Y/N, I’ve got a surprise for you!” 

Surprises from Morisuke were never normal or necessary, and were rarely actually for you - so when those words leave his lips, you immediately start to feel uneasy. 

One time, one of his surprises was that he scheduled a two week long beach vacation. For three years in advance. Another one of his surprises was a new pet goldfish.  And just last week he’d come into your bedroom shouting the dreaded ‘S’ word, only for him to show you he had gotten a tattoo. 

You had concluded that his surprises could be literally anything - it could be as simple as a goldfish he had yet to buy a tank for, or as permanent as the simple tattoo he now had in the crux of his elbow. And while it was interesting at the start of your relationship years ago, by now it was downright stressful. 

So you squeezed your eyes shut and prayed it’d be a bouquet of roses and not a lip piercing. 

When he walked into the kitchen, you peeked one eye open, inspecting his face carefully. It was clean of metal - thank goodness. 

He dropped a medium sized box on the counter with a loud thud, the smile on his face a mischievous one. 

“What did you do?” you asked carefully.

“Well, I was up late a few nights ago.”

“As usual.” 

“Leave my sleeping patterns out of this,” he said. “Anyway - I saw an ad online for something that looked… interesting. And I knew we had to have it. So I bought it. And here it is!” 

He gestured to the brown box, as if there was any indication of what’s inside it. And when he finally opened it and pulled out the surprise, you were genuinely caught off guard.

“No.” 

“Come on, baby, let me use it on you -” 

“Why?” 

“Because it’ll be fun! It said ‘orgasm every time,’ so it’s got to be good!” 

You couldn’t believe he bought a sex toy. A bright pink one, no less. 

“Mori - why?” 

“I don’t remember exactly what I was thinking, but…” 

There was a beat of silence as Morisuke tried to come up with an argument in his favor - but he came up empty. 

He put his hands on your shoulders to say, “Look, baby, I’ve got to leave for work now but please, just think about it, okay?” 

You sighed. “Okay.” 

His hands moved to your waist, pulling your body against his. “And tonight when I get home… if you want, we can use these toys and I’ll take care of you, okay, baby?” 

He was obviously attempting to seduce you - throwing in that extra sweet baby to punctuate his sentence, but you only heard one word. 

“Toys? As in you bought more than one?!” 

He scurried out the door, leaving you alone with the box of surprises. 

And you didn’t touch them the entire day. In fact, you took them to the bedroom, put the box on Mori’s night stand, and honestly forgot about them as you went about your normal day. 

Mori got home later than usual due to a meeting that ran much longer than he expected, so you were already in bed by the time you saw him again. 

“You’re going to bed early,” he said, beginning to change out of his work clothes. 

You sat up, “I didn’t have anything else to do. It’s boring when you get home late.” 

“I know, baby, I’ll try to make it up to you and get home early tomorrow, okay?” 

You nodded, and after he got his sweatpants on he jumped into bed with you. 

“You ate dinner, right?” 

“Yeah, there’s some for you in the kitchen.” 

“You mean there’s nothing in here for me to eat?” 

He pulled you close to him as you laughed, pointing out how cheesy he is. 

“I thought it was a pretty good line,” he argued. “I’m not hungry for anything but you, baby.” 

He rolled on top of you as his lips softly kissed your neck, in a trail leading toward your chest. Your low cut tank-top caught his eye the moment he walked into the room, and it made your collarbones and chest perfect targets for his lips. 

“You smell good,” he noted, his nose brushing your collarbone. 

“New shampoo.” 

“Well you should keep using it,” he said, taking a deep breath of your sweet scent. 

You hummed and allowed him to do as he pleased - his hand snuck up your shirt, and he pulled it off of you easily. 

While he was focused on your breasts - and he was very focused on them - you were distracted. You could see the box from this morning in the corner of your eye, and as much as you hated to admit it, the curiosity about it was eating you alive.

You at least wanted to see which ones he bought. And who knows, maybe one of them would catch your eye. 

“Mori.” 

His wide eyes looked up at you, your nipple in his mouth, and he quickly let it go. “Hm?” 

“The box is over there.” 

“...the box?” 

He turned around to look where you were gesturing. 

“Oh! The box!” 

He looked back at you, not catching your eye roll. 

“Want to try them?” 

“Just… let me see them.” 

He hops up and gets the box, emptying its contents on the bed. 

There were multiple, but honestly less than you expected. You knew Morisuke had a habit of going all out when online shopping, but it seems like he chose these items with care.

Really, he just bought multiple different vibrators. The bright pink rabbit vibe called Malibu Minx is what caught your eye at first - but not for good reason. It was big. And bright. And you did not want it inside you. 

There was a small purple one in the shape of a bullet - literally called The Bullet Vibe. You weren’t really interested in that one, either. 

A white one that looked like a microphone was familiar to you - you knew those are really common, but it didn’t look like it’d give you much pleasure. 

There were a couple other boxes, as well as a bottle of lube, but you just felt overwhelmed. You looked up to Mori, who had a big grin on his face. 

“Want me to pick?” 

“Just get an… easy one, okay?” 

He must have had this planned, because he didn’t hesitate to grab one. 

The Womanizer. 

The name alone was intimidating - but you decided to just trust him. 

He sat between your legs and opened the box, pulling the contraption out, along with its instructions. 

The toy was small, with a head that looked something like a suction cup.

He started to enthusiastically read the instructions: “Meet The Womanizer: the revolutionary air-powered clit stimulator! The Womanizer uses waves of air pressure to drive your clit wild. It comes with 2 silicone suction tips, so you can use the one that fits your clit the best.” He stopped reading to pick up the toy, glancing down at the silicone tip attached to it. “Does this one fit you?” 

“How should I know?”

“...We’ll just say yes. ...The tip fits around your clit, while The Womanizer uses puffs of air for stimulation – making it feel similar to oral sex!”

“So why don’t we just… have oral sex?”

“Baby, sh, I’m reading. 100% waterproof… eight stimulation modes… clean before using - I’ll be right back.” 

You groaned as he quickly ran to the bathroom to clean the toy. This seemed like way more trouble than it’s worth, and by now you weren’t even in the mood for this. 

When he returned he quite literally hopped onto the bed, and then crawled on top of you. 

“Are you ready to be womanized?” 

“Morisuke.”

He giggled, “what? You don’t think that was funny?” 

Even though you were laughing, you said, “no.” 

“Well, I’m going to need verbal consent, baby. The instructions said so.” 

“Just take off my underwear and use that thing so I can prove that this was a bad idea.” 

“We’ll see,” he said with a grin, tugging your underwear off as you instructed him to. 

He positioned the suction-cup like head at your clit, and with a kiss on your cheek asked, “Are you ready?” 

You hurried him along, so he flicked the toy onto the first setting. 

And your eyes widened. 

“Holy shit.” 

“What? Are you okay -” 

“Turn it up higher.” 

He hit the button a couple of times - unsure if anything was even happening - and you gripped his shoulder tight. 

“Holy shit.” 

“Does it feel good?” 

You looked at him with what he thought was a worried expression, and nodded. “Yeah, yeah it does - ah, oh, fuck!” 

It really did feel like oral sex - it felt exactly like Mori’s mouth, but with much more controled pressure. 

“Mori,” you moaned, throwing your head back on the pillow, “fuck, Morisuke!” 

“You’re moaning my name and I’m not even touching you.” 

“Shut up, I’m about to cum, shut up.” 

“Already?” 

“Mori -” 

“Go on and cum, baby, please hurry and cum for me,” he begged as he turned the toy up again, as high as it would go. “I need you to cum for me, baby girl.” 

Your hips jerked as you searched for your orgasm, but you didn’t have to - the toy was basically pulling it out of you. You dug your nails into Mori’s shoulder as you came with a loud groan - it felt like your body was exploding into fireworks and that toy was the spark that set you aflame. 

It was intense, but it was short. You pulled at Morisuke’s wrist to get him to turn it off when you were finished. 

“Holy shit.” 

You both managed to say it in unison as you attempted to catch your breath; Mori threw the toy onto the bed. 

“That was hot,” he told you. “Really fucking hot.” 

“It felt good. This was officially a good idea.”

He mentally patted himself on the back, and then caught your lips for a small kiss. 

“Which one should we try next?”

-

tune in tomorrow for kinktober day 10: cock worship + deep throating

#kinktober 2019 #kinktober #yaku morisuke #yaku morisuke x reader #yaku x reader #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu oneshot

[bapyess1r]

I Like You A Lot

WARNINGS: SMUUUUUTTTTT

Pairings: Sam x OC, OC x OC

Tags: @desertvvitch, @courtenbae

Chapter 3

Sam’s POV

I woke up feeling good. Kind of groggy but good overall. Snoring loudly in my arms was this tiny woman who I hadn’t seen in months. She was still fast asleep so I took a few moments to wake myself up, admiring her as she snoozed. Her hair had grown since I saw her last. Into a shaggy, curly bob. It was cute on her but I guaranteed it was just because she was too tired to cut it since Libertalia. All her freckles were still gracing her precious cheeks but she was paler than I remembered. Like she hadn’t seen any sun in a while. Her forehead wrinkled and her brows furrowed in her sleep. Like she’d been thinking too much right before she drifted off. I wanted to relax her so I pressed a gentle kiss against her forehead. Just like that the tension eased and she wasn’t frowning anymore. She stirred in her sleep as I pushed her curls off her face. She nuzzled her face against my chest and moaned slightly before turning around in my arms with her back to me.

Hearing her moan struck something in me that I had absolutely no control over. A boner came on. Lost in my sleepy, hungover haze, I inched closer to her. I wanted to initiate something last night but the timing just wasn’t right. But this morning was a brand new day and there was no better time to touch her than before starting the craziness of her day. I let my fingers ghost down her neck, back, and shoulder as I pressed my hips against her round ass, grinding into her gently. She wiggled a little bit against me and I pulled her hair back, pressing slow and warm kisses up her neck. I could hear her gasping while my free hand roamed her body, trailing across her abdomen and hips. I kissed over her ear and she let out another small moan. Liking the way she sounded, I sat myself up on my elbow to continue kissing and nibbling her ear as my hand slipped between her legs, touching her through her shorts. She inhaled sharply, her hips rocking against my fingers gently as I stroked her in small circles. Her hips bucked a moment and her ass backed up into me. I growled a little as I pressed deep kisses in the crook of her neck and she exhaled with a sweet whispery laugh. I gave a raspy amused chuckle at her reaction and began pushing down her shorts. I snaked my fingers between her legs again to feel the wetness in her folds and moaned against her skin, kissing over her shoulder blade.

Heat began to build between us as my fingers dove in and out of her. She whimpered as I teased her dripping cunt, her chest heaving. I couldn’t do it anymore. I wanted to be inside her. I pushed my sweatpants, taking the boxers with it and my cock sprung out, smacking against her ass. I groaned as I guided myself to her honey pot and slowly eased myself into her. She let a loud cry, throwing her head back, and I gave her a moment to get used to the feel of me again. My hand cupped her throat as I began slowly thrusting into her. I panted in her ear as I fucked her gently. I could feel the vibrations from her moans in my palm.

I laughed at her hazy lust as I gripped tighter onto her waist and picked up the pace, pinching her nipples through her thin navy tank top. I fucked her right out of her sleep. The more vocal she became, the more awake she was and the more she reacted. She was loud and whiny, calling my name with so much need as she grabbed onto my wrists. A weak sigh left my lips as I felt an orgasm coming on. In the heat of the moment, I turned us over so that she was on her stomach, her face buried in her pillow. I snapped my hips into hers, fucking her deeper into the mattress with every squeak and whine that spilled past her lips. I felt her walls tighten around my cock and she milked me dry until I felt my soul practically leave my body. I fell limp over her and she groaned under my weight.

“Get off me, you heavy little shit!” She giggled, trying to lift me up. I smiled, eventually rolling off of her and laying next to her, just admiring her. I could honestly look at her face all day and never get tired of it. I didn’t care if she thought otherwise because it just wasn’t true. She was indeed the most beautiful woman around. I pulled her close as our foreheads touched and she grinned at me. “Good mornin’, Sam…”

“Mornin’...” I whispered to her.

“You hungry?” She asked me and I just nodded. “Mmkay. You gotta let me get up then.” She chuckled trying to pry my arms from around her but I just buried my face in her chest in protest. “Sam…” she sang and I reluctantly let her go. I watched her walk around, cleaning herself up and I figured maybe I should do the same. She grabbed a silky navy kimono with pink and white birds embroidered on it with exquisite detail and wrapped it around her shapely body, tying it up. After cleaning myself up, I pulled on my sweatpants again and followed her to the kitchen.

I sat at the island counter as she turned on some morning tunes and began to fix coffee and lit herself a cigarette. She had cinnamon rolls that she’d yet to make so she just plopped them on a tray and pre-heated the oven. She looked so perfect, just walking around the way she did. I couldn’t keep my hands off of her as she passed me. I’d been feeling very frisky since I woke up. I grabbed her wrist and pulled her so that she was standing between my legs, looking up at me. My hands travelled up her back as I kissed her deeply. My hands ran over her ass and I just couldn’t help but to squeeze it.

She giggled and I lifted her up and sat her on the counter before me, untying her kimono and kissing along her collarbone. She didn’t try to stop me in the least. In fact, if I didn’t know any better, I’d say she was enjoying it more than me; which was impossible at this point. Her legs wrapped around my waist and her fingers clawed through my hair as I ravaged her with needy, long overdue kisses. Though we just had sex not even ten minutes ago, she had me ready to go again and I was feeling especially spicy for some reason. And I was more than willing to let her have every part of me. I let my thumbs scoop under the hem of her pale pink thong as my hands groped at her hips. I smiled at the sound of her sensually playful giggles filling the air as I lowered myself, lifting up the front of her tank top to kiss over her stomach and made my way to the crooks of her hips. I kneeled before her, gripping her thighs tightly as I licked from her knee to the center and began massaging her through her panties with my mouth; a hungry growl escaped as I did. She let out a sweet breathless twitter of laughter as she hung a leg over my shoulder. Just as I hooked my finger around to pull the thin piece of clothing aside, there was a knock at the door. She let out a frustrated sigh as I groaned in vexation.

“You’ve gotta be kidding me…” I growled, throwing my head back. She giggled at my distraughtness and ran her fingers through my hair, kissing my forehead. She closed up her knees slowly and pulled her silky kimono close to her magnificent body, tying it up teasingly. It was an absolute crime. I kissed her lips smoothly with a slight snarl and she pulled away smiling.

“I should get that.” she mewed against my lips, beginning to get off the counter and I grunted, shaking my head as I stood.

“Fuck no you won’t! I wanna see who’s interrupting my very valuable recreation time.” I smirked, winking at her as I powered to the door, lighting myself a cigarette. I didn’t bother putting on a shirt. Maybe I’d scare somebody off. I hoped I would. I took a puff and opened the door only to be met with a tall, scrawny looking white guy lifting up his shirt to display an honest to god well done Norse bird tattoo on his chest among others. The excitement in his face died when his eyes met mine. I must not have been who he was expecting. I just stared at him, smoking laxly as he put his shirt down slowly to cover his bird chest (in the physical and literal sense) in embarrassment.

He stood about 6’0” even, covered in tattoos from the chest down. His eyebrows were thick and angled like he was permanently angry or something. His hair was short, dark, and spikey, his hairline receding a bit at the temples but he didn’t seem to mind. He was skinny as hell but it did seem as though he’s tried to gain a bit of muscle. His choice of clothing confused me a little though. A burgundy flower printed shirt left unbuttoned to the chest and black adidas sweatpants with a pair of combat boots. I wasn’t sure if he was going to the beach, the gym, or to war. But he wore it like it was a million dollar suit.

“You’re not Sunny.” he said in a thick british accent. I furrowed my brows with attitude as he crossed his stringy arms across his chest.

“Yeah, no shit. Who the hell are you?” I asked, leaning into the doorway, slightly flexing and doing my best to intimidate him. Although, it seemed I didn’t really need to try too hard. I felt Sunny’s small hand at the base of my back and she peeked around me with an awkward grin.

“Erik! What are you doin’ here?” she asked as she quickly fixed her hair. His olive green eyes never left mine as he answered her in a casual tone, despite my being there.

“I uh… came to grab ya for brekkie… But then Hercules Mulligan here practically told me to piss off but in so many words.” he said with a quick witted tongue. I contorted my face in surprise as he sold me out rather quickly. Sunny frowned at me and raised a sculpted brow.

“Who even is this guy?” I asked, gesturing to him with the burning cigarette between my lips. She slipped by me and wrapped her arms around his skinny waist and he draped a long arm over her shoulder.

“Sam, this is Erik Tales. My best friend.” she said as he rested a pointed scruffy chin on the top of her head in a brotherly manner. I didn’t know this guy. ‘Yo, who the hell is this guy?!’ I thought as I placed a hand on my hip as I looked at the pair.

“I thought Nathan was your best friend.” I commented in confusion.

“Well yeah but when I’m not there with him…. This guy is always around.” She smiled at him with a certain pride that I had seen when she looked at my brother. Then she looked to me with a semblance of enamor and back to this guy. “Erik… this is Samuel Drake...” I puffed my chest a bit as she introduced me to him however, in all actuality, I was still confused. But he looked at me with a hint of worry. His thick, neat eyebrows shot up as he did.

“Fuck off- Samuel Drake as in Libertalia?! That Samuel Drake?” he asked, switching his gaze constantly between the two of us. I decided to play cocky.

“The one and only.” I smirked, taking a drag of my cigarette. He just nodded and stared at me incredulously. His eyes narrowed at me for a time and I was just waiting for what he had to say.

“What the hell is wrong with you, ya bellend?! You could’ve gotten her killed!” He suddenly snapped but Sunny covered his mouth with a small hand. As they looked at each other, they seemed to hold a whole conversation with their eyes. Eventually, he threw his head back, rolling his eyes as Sunny leaned into the doorway.

“Apologies, mate. I tend to get very protective over my little Sunflower.” He said to me with a slight smirk. Sunny donned a pleased expression as she watched him attempt to say his sorrys. ‘My little Sunflower?!’ I thought suddenly. I hated it. The whole situation. I hated that he called her that and I hated him. I didn’t even know the guy but I already didn’t like him. And I’m sure the feeling was mutual from the way his eyes bore holes into mine. I raised a brow and straightened my posture. Sunny stood between the two of us, rolling her eyes at our silent pissing contest.

“Both of you are sooo fuckin’ childish.” She grumbled, pushing past me to go into the kitchen, leaving us to stare at each other primally. “I’m making cinnamon rolls and coffee. You want?” I heard her shout from the stove. Erik just shoved his hands in his pockets as he answered.

“Of course, love. When do I ever say no to cinnamon rolls?” He said, walking inside the apartment, his eyes never leaving mine. I huffed in annoyance as I closed the door. He sat at her small black dinner table and Sunny came from around the island with two mugs. One she handed to me and I thanked her with a smile, leaning on the counter. Then she handed the other to Erik to which he sent a wink her way. “So Samuel-”

“It’s just Sam.” I corrected him, sourly sipping the fresh black coffee. He smirked and forced a chuckle.

“Samuel… What brings you to San Francisco so suddenly?” He asked rather smugly. I opened my mouth to speak; probably something a little out of pocket but suddenly Sunny arrived at the table with a mug of her own, interrupting me.

“He brought me a job.” She said simply. I looked at her in surprise.

“Really now? So soon? You haven’t even had a chance to fix the devices from the last one.” He said to her.

“Yeah but this job will be slightly different.” She informed him before sipping her black coffee, sending me a wink. I grinned into my cup as she spoke.

“Where ya goin’?” He asked.

“India.” We both replied at the same time. I fought off a smile as she smirked at me. Erik’s expression faltered a bit as his gaze bounced between the two of us. He frowned.

“Also… he’s my new roommate…” she said gently. His brows shot up as he choked on his coffee a bit.

“Roommate?!” He exclaimed. I was as surprised as he was. “You rooming with the convict?”

“Aye- ex convict.” I corrected him.

“Same difference, mate. If you did it, you did it-”

“Erik, Jesus!” Sunny exclaimed, smacking the back of his head and he let out a yelp.

“What prompted this change?” He asked, rubbing his head.

“Sunny got fired.” I said simply and his eyes widened. She shot me a look and I bit my lip. If I was a little closer, she would’ve hit me too.

“You what?!” He exclaimed in disbelief.

“It was his fault!” She said defensively. “He punched Jet in the fucking face!”

“I didn’t like the way he was talkin’ to you.” I said with a raised brow and a shrug. My actions were valid in my opinion.

“Well good on ya. Somebody had to do it.” He grumbled. Then he brought his gaze to Sunny again. “I wish you would’ve called me. You know I would let you stay with me-”

“And you know I’d say no. I almost told him no but money is tight and I could use all the help I can get.” She told him. He wasn’t happy about our moving in together but truthfully, I didn’t care. It’s not like I was gonna stop banging her just because he didn’t like it. “You can help me move though! I’m gonna need it.”

Erik stayed for breakfast and I could absolutely confirm that I didn’t like this guy. He was way too close to Sunny for my liking and no I’m not jealous. They had their little inside jokes and he would lay his head on her shoulder or randomly hug her. He showed off his bird chest to her and she inspected it carefully, telling him the artist missed a spot and that she’d fix it later. On the plus side, having him around helped me learn a lot more about her and I loved what I was hearing. She could draw very good small tattoos. Erik’s body was covered in them. She promised to touch up the ones I had and maybe even give me a new one, which I very much looked forward to. She could do a pretty spot on Stevie Nicks impersonation, build a car from scratch, cook a full thanksgiving meal, and fix a phone back to perfection. Considering our line of work, that last one was a very handy skill.

When Erik left, Sunny wrapped her arms around my bare waist as I leaned on the couch. I looked over my shoulder and she gave me the most heartwarming cheeky smile. I couldn’t help but smile back at her. I turned around to embrace her and kissed the top of your head.

“He seemed nice.” I said sarcastically. She laughed out loud and shook her head.

“He had quite a lot to say about you when I came back from Libertalia.” She said, throwing her arms around my neck, poking my nose with her finger.

“Did he now?” I made a face at her. “I think I can handle Erik Tales.”

“He’s a soft lil’ string bean. He talks a lotta shit though.” She told me, stroking the curls at my nape.

“I gathered that. What I really wanna talk about though….” I sat down on the arm of the couch as she stood between my legs. “When did you decide?” I asked her.

“When I realized we were gonna get paid for finding the Tusk-”

“Not about the job. I knew you’d take it no matter what you said. I meant about the roommate situation.” I

“Well I…. I mean it’s just two people- two adults…. with very similar lifestyles…” she began as my hands began to feel her up again. She stuttered a bit and I smirked at her cuteness.

“Uh huh… and?” I teased, reaching for the belt of her kimono and untying it slowly.

“And… it’s logical.” She tried. She really did. But I was clearly distracting her as my fingertips ghosted over her thighs.

“Logical.” I nodded, pretending I was listening.

“Mhmm and uh… work…” she mentioned as I pulled her close and lifted her shirt a little to kiss her stomach and along the hem of her panties.

“You would constantly have a job. And...” I told her between kisses. Her eyes rolled as she threw her head back.

“And?” She asked, opening her big brown eyes to look at me. I gave a mischievous grin and picked her up to toss her on the couch and cover her body with mine. She giggled as I peppered her face with kisses.

“We can do this all the time…” I smiled, kissing her down to pick up where I left off...

#uncharted #sam drake #samuel drake #samuel drake x reader #uncharted x reader #sam drake fanfiction #sam drake x reader smut #sam drake smut #uncharted smut #uncharted lost legacy #lost legacy #poc ocs #poc oc #poc #chloe frazer #nadine ross

[headoverhiddles]

Summertime [Daveed x Reader]

Description: Female!Reader x Daveed. You’re partying at the Wave House in San Diego, when you run into a very attractive stranger who buys you some very expensive tequila. Who are you to refuse? 

Genre: Smut 

Rating: M for bathroom fucking and dirty talk. 

Notes: This is set when Hamilton was in its Public days, so Daveed’s pretty much just begun work on it. Ft. my favourite clippng song and Rafa because Rafa is huggy bear. (I don’t know if he can surf- just go with it shh)

The ocean air was a relief to your lungs- San Diego never disappointed for a vacation. Pacific Beach was one of your favourite places to go, be it for a morning tan, sunset bike ride, or a night at a party you were sure to regret in the morning. Of course, you never could bring yourself to regret it the next day, as the west coast vibe just kept you in a good place. 

The night breeze rolling off the nearby waves sends you shivering in your bikini top and shorts, but just as soon as it comes, it’s replaced by a wave of warmth from the fire pits. The nearby screams of Belmont Park ring out through the night with the music, the Big Dipper coaster roaring by every so often. Where you are, the bar is crowded, the flow barrell is still open, (flow rider is closed; the kids had all gone home hours ago), and the music is loud. Sauntering over to the steps where people are watching someone surf the barrel, you lift your beer to your mouth, drinking the last of it. The guy on the wave’s been up there for a while; he has dirty blonde hair and a couple of tattoos up his arms... not bad looking, you think. 

You consider the guys around you, wondering how many of them would try and come onto girls looking to get lucky tonight. You had really just come out here for a good time, and you certainly weren’t in the mood for any half-baked pick-up lines from a... well, half baked guy. 

Until you approach the bar, and find a drink plopped down in front of you. 

“Thanks for the gift,” you smirk, and the bartender, (who looks a little like Shaggy Rogers, and stoned enough for it too) just puts up his hands. 

“Hey man, normally it would be on the house for a pretty chick like you... but this one’s from Corbin Bleu over there-” he leans in close, smirking, “Dude’s been eye-fucking you all night.” 

Your eyes follow his gestures, and you see a guy with curly hair in a black Oaklandish tank staring over; he looks familiar to you, for some reason. He doesn’t smirk at you, doesn’t wink, doesn’t do anything usually cheesy... just gives a small wave, offering a genuine smile your way. Interest piqued, you lift the glass his way in thanks, and tip it back. 

Patron. Expensive tequila. Who is this dude? 

Bringing it down from your mouth, he’s gone.

“So... you accepted my drink,” his voice said behind you, speaking over the roar of the music and the cheers of the surfer’s growing audience, “Can I assume you’re a little interested?”

“A little,” you reply nonchalantly, swishing the ice around at the bottom. You swivel around to look him over up close, admiring the toned muscles he’s got all the way up his arms, flexing every time he makes a move. Suddenly, a new song begins- Summertime, by clippng. “God, I love this song,” you mutter, getting up to sway your hips a little to the californian style beat. The guy immediately laughs, ducking his head. “What?” you scowl, ready to defend your taste, “They’re a great band.” 

“Yeah, we are,” he laughs, and your eyes widen. 

“Oh fuck! Are you-”

“My name’s Daveed Diggs, I’m... the vocalist of this band, yeah.”

“It didn’t even hit me...” Your eyes widen. 

“Well, at least you didn’t say we were shit,” he grins, “Then you’d be in an even more awkward position than I am.” You can’t help but adopt his infectious beam and laugh with him. 

“No, but... I do really love this song,” you murmur, lifting your arms above your head to move a little more freely, “You guys are great.” When your eyes open again, you catch his own eyes dropping down to your chest... you realize the bikini top you were wearing had no support whatsoever, and the button of your shorts had snapped off months ago, so... 

It's summer, that pot stick  Block burning, G's banging on the beach White tees, no socks shit Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock

“Where do you live?” you ask, because talking more would probably eventually lead to talking less. 

“Far away from here,” he grins endearingly, “New York, actually.”

“New York? Shit, what’re you doing all the way out here?” 

“A bay boy’s gotta come back to his roots when he’s got the time. ‘Course, San Diego’s no Oakland, but the nightlife here is lit.” 

“Can’t disagree,” you smile, “Is it a good scene in New York?”

“Busy as all hell right now,” Daveed huffs, “It really is the city that never sleeps, and I can see why. I’m in workshops right now for this rap musical about the founding fathers...”

“Rapping founding fathers?” 

“Yup,” Daveed frowns, “Terrible idea, fucking brilliant music. Guy who created it’s a genius.”

“Who’re you gonna play?” you murmur, biting your lip, “The guy on the ten? He’s hot.”

“Ha! No, he’s the title role. I’m the guy on the two.” 

“I could try and remember who’s on the two, but I’m a little tipsy and I kind of don’t care about the order of the presidents right now,” you smirk, and he laughs loudly, subconsciously leaning in closer. 

“That makes two of us.” 

“Mmm... wanna buy me another tequila?” you suddenly come out and ask, feeling bold as you dance closer to the attractive rapper. His eyelids droop a little as he shakes himself free of your spell. Opening his mouth, his filter seems to temporarily malfunction.   

“Actually, I...  low-key wanna make you come up against a bathroom stall.” 

“Only low-key wanna?” you tease, wiggling your hips back against his ratty jeans, predicting something to grind against and... yep, there it was, his boner. 

“Okay, very high-key,” he corrects himself with an inopportune voice crack, and you giggle flirtatiously, wrapping your arms backward around his neck. He leans forward a little, trailing his lips up your neck. You keen a little, leaning back into him and his erection that keeps on filling out, and he places kisses up your exposed throat- you can feel his hot breath on your skin, and a shudder runs through you. The night ahead of you will sure be a story worth telling your friends, the way this is heading. 

Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud 'til they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em Cause the women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime

“Hun- are you sober enough for it?” he all but whispers, and you can feel him swallow apprehensively. 

“Hell yes,” you breathe, moving your hips, “But hey, I’m here partying in San Diego for a reason... I’m bound to make a couple good, memorable mistakes tonight.” You smirk, turning around to face him. “Wanna be one of them?” 

“I’d love to be all of them,” he growls, and grabs your wrist, leading you through the people dancing and over the cool sand to the shacks.

“That surfer’s really good,” you comment on the way, and Daveed looks back absently. 

“Oh, yeah. That’s actually my friend Rafa- we grew up in the bay area, so surfing’s been his thing, aside from poetry and spitting bars of his own, for a while.” 

“Wow... he’s amazing on the barrel!” you repeat animatedly, hoping to get a rise out of him, “Normally, folks barely last five minutes on the thing.” As you had expected, Daveed gets a bit of a jealous flash. 

“Yeah, well... he’s not good at much else, shit.”

You giggle, squeezing Daveed’s wrist lightly. Too easy. “Chill, Diggs, it’s not like I want his dick in me.” Daveed huffs, and opens the door to the women’s room, peeking inside. 

“Oh shit,” he mutters, pulling back out, and you frown.

“What?”

“Someone’s puking in there, let’s try the men’s.”

A couple of burly guys exit the men’s, giving you a once over, but Daveed seems to scare them off with his stature alone. You and Daveed go in... empty, but your eyebrows immediately go up.

“I thought there’d be a little more room in here,” you murmur, “These stalls are small for a five year old, same as the women’s.”

“Oh yeah,” Daveed lets out a laugh, “We’re probably gonna break the stalls if we try to fuck in there.” 

"Wall?” You lick your lips invitingly, backing up to splay yourself against it. 

“I don’t feel like getting arrested tonight if someone walks in and reports us for public indecency, thanks.” 

"Arrested?” You tug at his shorts. 

“It’s not fun to say the least, wouldn’t recommend it,” he nods, and leads you into a stall, “I guess this is fine... we didn’t need breathing room anyway.” With that, he slams the stall door shut and smashes his lips into yours, teeth grazing upon impact. His pelvis is grinding against you, providing a frustrating friction you wish he would increase. Your hips chase his as he pulls back just a little, and he smirks at you. "Oooh now, impatient." 

"Desperately turned on," you correct with a frustrated huff. 

"I wonder what else I could make you do for my dick..." 

You huff, untying your flimsy bikini top and dropping it to the sandy floor. His eyes immediately fall to your naked breasts, widening comically. You smirk right back at the power shift, twisting a finger in one of his tendrils and tugging. "You were saying?" 

"Uhummm..." he mutters, rendered absolutely speechless, so you take over, bringing his face down into your cleavage and moaning a little. He whimpers, and his instincts kick in as his dick practically guides itself back toward you. 

“Fuck me,” you whisper through a grin into his hair, and Daveed doesn’t need to be told twice. Placing fervent kisses around your nipple and stimulating one with a bite between his teeth, he tugs your denim shorts down to your ankles as you squeal. 

“How the fuck can you even call these shorts?” he breathes, kicking them aside, “It’s practically a damn thong.” 

“Would you rather I’d worn my great aunt capris today?” you tease, and his long, slender fingers squeeze into the meat of your ass and roll it around, lifting you up against the stall wall.

“You could’ve been wearing a damn wetsuit, wouldn’t change the fact that I’d still be getting you naked.” 

“I’d be too hot in a wetsuit,” you complain with a pout.

“Good thing you opted for butt floss then,” he laughs, and goes back to attacking your neck with kisses. 

“Fuck, get in me,” you moan, squeezing your legs around his back, and he uses one arm to hold you up, one to untie his tented swim trunks. Digging around in his pocket, he pulls out a saltwater soaked condom packet, tossing it up to you, where you open it and roll the thankfully dry protection onto him. “Holy shit.” According to you, size mattered, and well...

“What?”

“I didn’t know you would be so huge.” 

Daveed’s visibly aroused by the praise. “I’ll go slow,” he murmurs, though he gulps while saying it. 

“Ha! No thank you,” you whisper back, and thrust your hips forward, burying his tip just inside of you. Daveed lets out a strangled noise, and clutches at your shoulders as he finds his footing, sinking into you all the way. Already, the warm Californian breeze has made the air between you hot, sweat beginning to bead between your breasts and over Daveed’s face and chest. You can hear the music thumping outside, with the beat of the midnight tide nearby; you feel endless. 

“Good for you?” he asks, mouth slightly ajar in bliss. 

“Amazing,” you breathe back, digging your nails into his back and resting your forehead against his. Breathing each other’s air, you both lean in every few thrusts to facilitate a sloppy kiss, tongues down each others throats as Daveed continues to bring you and himself closer. For your part, you squeeze yourself around him and slide down to meet him every time he slams in, making him groan for you. 

“Touch me,” you manage out, and he uses one hand to massage a perky breast, the other to rub circles around your clit. He’s keeping your body up against the stall with his body weight only, which is pretty impressive. “Mmm, that’s good, that’s good, oh my god...” you whisper, and a shudder runs through him, making his curls bounce. 

“I can’t last- ugh... you’re so damn hot...”

“I’m so close,” you groan, tossing your head back. Daveed is just as far gone, chest heaving and thrusts uneven as his body quivers. “Come for me, hun,” he murmurs, and with that encouragement, you squeal, gushing around his thick cock. Watching your face contort with your orgasm, Daveed lets out a choking noise, offering two deep thrusts before blowing his load inside the condom. 

“Wow,” you breathe, running a hand through your hair. He pulls out, and sets you down gently, grabbing some toilet paper to clean off. 

“Yeah.”

“Holy shit.”

“Totally, right?” 

“I guess I... won’t be seeing you.”

“Right... I guess not.” 

You clear your throat- parting was always weird after a no strings attached type thing. “Good luck on your, uh... history show!”

“Yeah, you too,” he replies, then his face scrunches up at his painfully awkward response. 

You two put the clothes you had taken off back on, (all this sand would be a horror to try and get out of the crotch of your shorts later) and walk back out to the Wave House. The place’s vibe has since chilled out even more, and Rafael’s not up on the barrel anymore- it’s a girl now. 

“Diggs!”

“Yo,” Daveed says to someone, and you turn around to find Rafael draping himself over his friend. 

“Get this, right- I forgot my shirt in some chick’s place last night... I’m pretty sure she threw it in the ocean out of sheer spite,” he said, squinting. Daveed snorted. 

“No shirt, no cash looks like... guess you want a ride home.”

“Hell no! The party’s not over yet, I’ve got a tab going, and hey- you haven’t introduced me to your lady friend yet!” 

“Oh, I’m-” you jerk a thumb in the opposite direction, but Daveed suddenly pulls you close, so Rafa bows dramatically, wiggling his eyebrows. “Greetings, lady friend.”

You giggle, wondering where this was going. “My...my name’s (y/n). Your name’s Rafa?” 

“Diggs, you tell people about me?” Rafa mocks swooning, and falls into Daveed’s arms. Daveed shakes his head, and gives him a hug before standing him up properly. 

“Go have some drunk sex, Rafa, it’ll do you good.”

“What, like you? Nah, I’m spent, man. Let’s go smoke up, I’ve got the sweet sticky shit!” 

“I’ve got an off broadway show that’s about to open, shitcarriage, pot kills my chords.” 

You speak up. “Let’s buy some tickets to Belmont, then.” Rafa’s eyes widen, and he stumbles over to you. 

“You’re my hero. She’s my hero, Diggs. I like her. Keep her, or I will.” 

“Noted,” the taller rapper grins, steadying his friend again, and he picks you up off your feet and into his arms. You swing your legs over his shoulder as you make your way to the beachside carnival under the stars. 

“Let’s ride the Big Dipper first,” you suggest, and Daveed nuzzles into your neck with a smirk. 

“I thought you just did,” he grins, and Rafa’s wolf whistle is so loud you hear it over the current clippng song they’re blasting back by the bar. 

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[beautiful-liu]

Chapter 17 - Remember me - Kryber

Title: Remember me

Pairing: Kryber [Amber Liu x Krystal Jung] Fandom: f(x) Genre: Drama, romance

Summary: The bad ass androgynous girl Amber Josephine Liu with a sex, drugs and rock-‘n-roll attitude whom everybody seemed to fear and admire at the same time, with the flash of a smug smile on her handsome face, and a sigaret or lolly pop in her mouth, depending on her mood. A leather jacket always hugging her shoulders, ripped jeans and a loose tank top that displayed just a tiny bit of her sports bra when she lifted her tattoo-filled arms. Everyone was weak for Amber Liu. Krystal simply didn’t see it. Until that one night she accidentally met her, and met a whole other person than the stories she had been made to believe. Word count: 4000 Rating: T A/N: Excuse the grammar mistakes. This is my first time writing a multi chaptered fic. Hope y'all enjoy the progress!

Read it on: AO3 & asianfanfics

Moodboard: x

Krystal woke up to soft beams of sunshine peeking through the half closed curtains lightening the room. Amber still had her arms wrapped around her waist and she could feel the steady breathing on her shoulder. Slowly, she opened her eyes, to let them get used to the light. She yawned, despite it being 11.30 AM. Krystal turned around in Amber's arms to watch her. A small smile appeared on her face when she saw that small frown on her forehead again. Another maths equation? She chuckled softly. Krystal started to press kisses on her lover; on her forehead, her cheek, her nose, her shoulder, her arms, her hands, her fingers. It took her only a few minutes before Amber woke up by the feeling of Krystal's lips against her skin. The other woman opened her eyes slowly. A sleepy smile grew on her face when she saw that Krystal was looking at her. "Good morning, Princess." Amber's voice was raspy and she had to cough a few times to clear it up. Krystal chuckled, propped herself up on one elbow and moved forewards to kiss her on the lips. Who cared that they hadn't brushed their teeth yet? Amber kissed her back willingly and when they broke up they both sank back into the sea of pillows that covered Amber's bed. "Did you sleep well?" asked Krystal. Amber nodded then stretched. The sheets got pulled a little backwards, revealing her still bare breasts. Krystal couldn't help to let her eyes dwell off because Amber didn't seem to care to pull the sheets back. Was she really that confident? Krystal tried to contain a smile. Of course she was, this is Amber Liu she's talking about. "Hmm-hmm," nodded Amber. "What about you?" "I have gotten a good night's rest for the first time in weeks, I'm pretty content," laughed Krystal. Amber rose her eyebrows up to half past her forehead. "You weren't supposed to get a good night's rest!" she complained loudly. "I have failed!" Krystal laughed and slapped her across the shoulder, causing the other to burst out in laughter too. Amber placed her hands around her cheeks and pulled her closer for another kiss. It felt so good, Krystal thought, this feels so damned good. Her belly had turned with butterflies when they broke apart and she couldn't help to grin. How wonderful was it to feel loved again. Right at the moment Krystal wanted to bow in for another kiss, she heard a low grumbling noise. They both looked up, then started to laugh. "I guess I'm hungry," chuckled Amber. "Care to get some breakfast? I feel like going to a diner. Denny's, perhaps." Krystal placed her index finger on her lower lip and cocked her head to the left, as if she was thinking. Eventually she made a 'tch'-noise by letting air escape through her teeth. "I really have to go," she said softly. Amber frowned, then chuckled and shook her head. "Well, I promised to drive you home myself and I want to get breakfast at Danny's." Krystal huffed at Amber's cocksureness. "Oh, you're such an-" "Hmm, yes, what am I? Adorable, I know right!" exclaimed Amber. Krystal shook her head. "You're an ass, that's what you are." "Well you are what you eat so-" "AMBER!" They both burst out in laughter again. Krystal tried to get out of the bed as quickly as possible, but Amber had wrapped herself around her waist to keep her in the bed. They struggled for a moment in the bed that turned out to become a real competiting who was able to hold the other down longer. Krystal eventually managed to get on top whilst pressing Amber's wrists down into the pillows above her head. Their faces were so close that Krystal could feel Amber's fastened breath upon her lips. Amber chuckled. "Oh no, you got me. You're lucky I haven't eaten yet otherwise I would've won from you so badly!" Krystal rolled her eyes. "You would've won from me no matter what because you're at least twice as strong as I am but you're letting me win now," she replied. Amber raised her eyebrows. "How did you know?" "Because I've seen your biceps last night, and I know what they can do," replied Krystal with a wink. Amber laughed and pressed a kiss on her lips. She freed her hands without much effort — even though Krystal really tried to keep them above her head — and wrapped them around her waist. They rolled over and this time Amber was on top. She brought her face close to hers and at the moment Krystal thought she was about to kiss her, Amber moved her mouth to her ear. "I thought you liked being the bottom?" Her cheeks immediately started to burn. Amber bowed back and started to chuckle at her red face. Krystal immediately pushed her away, back into the blankets and got on op of her as soon as possible. She knew she wouldn't look very convincing in Amber's t-shirt, no bra and her underwear of last night but she wanted to try either way. Amber let her press her arms above her head again. Her eyes sparkled when she looked at Krystal. "Well, maybe you should let me be the top the next time, see how that turns out," she said softly. Krystal flashed a smile before she started to place feather light kisses in Amber's neck. Amber tugged at Krystal's grip, but not hard enough for her to let go. Her lips trailed down, over the sensitive skin in her neck to her collar bone and eventually her the beginning of breasts too. When she felt Amber move her chest up and she could feel her breathing get heavier, she knew she had done her job well. "So there's gonna be a next time?" Amber breathed. Right before Krystal's mouth would find her nipple, she looked up with a bright smile and shrugged. Fast as lightning, she jumped off of Amber and got out of bed. "I don't know!" she chuckled. "Didn't you want to go to Danny's?" Amber looked at her in confusion. When she realized that she had been tricked, she growned and threw her head back into the pillows. "You're terrible." "I know. But I'm hungry so let's go." Amber looked at her from the bed and shook her head. "I don't want to go with you anymore." Krystal tilted her head and smiled sweetly. Too sweet for someone who really means well. "Okay well then I don't want to go to bed with you anymore," she said stubbornly. Amber's head shot up and she immediately jumped out of bed. With a few quick strikes she had reached Krystal. Without any effort she lifted the other girl up and threw her over her shoulder. Krystal yelped and tried to Amber to put her down, but she was too strong so she eventually just gave up and let her carry her to the living room. "Okay, let's go! Go go go!" she laughed. Krystal rolled her eyes, but couldn't hide her own chuckles as well. Danny's was crowded, even at lunch. Luckily there had been a table for two. With much regret she shot a excusing smile to the waiting family that had already been there before they got in. Krystal had borrowed clothes from Amber, because she didn't feel much like to go back out of the apartment in her dress from last night. It smelled of sweat and alcohol and she already felt dirty because of the previous night and the fact that she hadn't been able to take a shower before she left the apartment so she had borrowed some clothes from Amber. Luckily Amber's clothes were freshly washed and felt nice and soft against her sore skin. She had traded the black t-shirt with white little lightnings for a white shirt which she had tugged into one of Amber's tight black jeans. The shirt was a little too big for her and the jeans a little too small, because Amber's legs were shorter than hers, but overall she wasn't dissapointed with her look. Amber hadn't bothered to do her hair and simply wore a snapback. She looked like she just had emerged from bed — which she actually had — with her thick black sweater and her baggy jeans and sneakers. With Amber's thick bags under her eyes and Krystal's messy hair they really looked like people who had had a rough night and they were also treated as such. The waitresses often came to fill their coffee cups again which was a luxury that they both liked to get used to. In silence they ate their breakfast and drank their coffee. Krystal had called Kai during the breakfast after having seen that he had called her five times this morning. He had been mad at her and they had argued over the phone for at least a quarter before she hung up annoyedly. He had started to complain about her not coming home nor informing her that she stayed over at someone else's place. Kai had been actually offended that she hadn't rushed home this morning to apologize and, 'just went out to have dinner like nothing had happened'. Krystal had tried to calmly tell him to fuck off, only with nicer words. Amber had listened along and hadn't been able to hide her grin. Krystal had just shot her a non-amused look and had angrily taken a bite of her food. Krystal had also called the company to check if everything had gone well after she had left. Her personal assistant, Eloisa, had assured her that everything had been cleared from the entrance hall and that the room looked just like any other day. That had at least been able to comfort her a little. She now only had to deal with an angry fiancé. After three quarters they were done with eating and they made their leave. Krystal had wanted to pay for the food, but right at that moment she had gotten a call from her father, so Amber had secretly taken the bill and had paid for it. "You know, my salary is higher than yours so you should just let me-" Krystal had started to complain, but Amber had silenced her by grabbing her hand and placing the back of it to her lips. Krystal had been shut up immediately. "Why are you doing that?" "What, paying for the bill?" "Kissing my hand, stupid." "Because I want to," Amber merely chuckled. Krystal pressed her lips together untill they formed a thin, pink line on her face. "We're not together..." she muttered. Did one night stands even kiss each other's hand? Were they affectionate to each other when the sex was over? Of course, Amber was not just an one night stand. She was special. But still, they weren't together. And how much Krystal hated it to admit, they both had someone else to love. She had always underestimated the feeling of forbidden love. When she had watched movies of starcrossed lovers, she had always simply thought that they should just be together, no matter the costs. Now that she was in such a situation herself, it wasn't so easy. She wished it was though, that she didn't have to choose between her work and the person who had snatched her heart away once more. Krystal knew that Amber had caught her heart last evening. When they had first met it took her a long time to realize that she had been in love with her all that time, that Amber hadn't been just a fling, because she simply had never been in love before. Now that she had experienced it once, she knew how to recognize it the second time, especially because the same person had made her fall back in love all over again. It was a weird feeling, to admit to herself that she was in love again with Amber after one night. Or perhaps, had she never fallen out of love? "We're not together, but we once were. Love doesn't simply pass because you're distanced from each other, or when we're both tied to people we don't actually like," Amber simply said. But she did let Krystal's hand go, and she immediately regretted saying anything at all. Even though she wanted to grab her hand again and hold it into hers, intertwine their fingers together and never let go, she stayed silent. It was for the best. It was probably just a one night stand, she told herself. Perhaps, after today, they'd distance again and never talk to each other again. Then the problem would be solved, wouldn't it? The thought saddened her. Amber drove Krystal home like she promised. A silence had settled between the two women, one that was aching to be broken. But Krystal didn't know what to ask. The only thing that was worth discussing was their relationship status right now. Were they strangers? Friends? Friends with benefits? Lovers...? Krystal cringed at every word. She couldn't let Amber go anymore. It had been a mistake the last time and she had under gone the concequences for years after that. They'd never be strangers again. But friends? Had they ever been friends? Their relationship had gone from enemies to lovers in two days eight years ago. Krystal couldn't reckon she had ever thought of Amber as her friend. They had always been more than friends. And even though Krystal loved having sex with Amber — she had never met anyone who could make her feel better than her — it would feel empty to sneak out of her own apartment, away from Kai, to someone who could please her. Krystal already isn't good at dstinguish platonic feelings from romantic feelings and she wasn't the kind of person who was able to have sex with someone mindlessly without feeling something. Sex, to her, was more than just an act. It was paired with feelings. Perhaps that was also why every attempt to sexual intercourse with Kai had failed: she simply didn't love him. And lovers... What if they could be lovers again... Krystal let a sigh escape at the thought of holding Amber's hand again without feeling guilty. She could proudly say Amber was her girlfriend once more. Her stomach already twisted with delight when she only thought of it. But of course, there was no way that they were able to do that. Her father, her mother, Kai... They would never accept it. The wedding would be off. Krystal might even loose her job when it came out that she was in a relationship with a woman. Because of Amber's masculine appearance, they would be able to hide her gender, but Krystal simply didn't want to. She wanted people to know that she was a woman and that she was the most amazing woman she had ever met. They were probably stuck somewhere in between these for stadia and Krsytal hated it. She hated not knowing what she was up to. It made situations inpredictable. She knew that was how Amber liked it, but she liked to have a plan and when she didn't she got very insecure and doubtful. Amber had stopped in front of Krystal's apartment building and she got out to open Krystal's door. She brunette looked up to the other woman, who smiled at her, eventually sticking out her hand to help her get up from her seat. They looked at each other for a moment. Krystal couldn't help to notice how the corners of her mouth had been twisted up so cheekily. "Well, good luck, I suppose," Amber said eventually. Krystal looked down and flashed a faint smile. She pushed a strand of hair behind her ear. "Yeah, I guess so..." she muttered. It stayed silent for a moment. Eventually, she looked up, with her lower lip caught between her teeth. Amber was looking at her with a strange curiosity. "I guess I'll be going then. Drive home safely." "I will." She turned around and walked off, towards the entrance of the building. Her lower stomach was prostesting for her to stay with Amber, but her head won over her heart like it always had and she kept on walking. The drums of her feet meeting the pavement rung in her ears and she was aware of every step she took farther and farther from Amber. She was only a meter away from the entrance. Her hand made contact with the cold metal of the doorhandle. There was a sound of a car door slamming shut. And because of that, a rush of panick ran through her body. Krystal turned around quickly, only to see Amber lean nonchalantly against the side of the car. She felt stupid noticing that Amber had only shut the door of the side Krystal had gotten out of. They locked eyes again and Amber lifted her eyebrows, almost as if she wanted to ask if there was something wrong. And she wanted to answer that there was nothing wrong, but in this small moment of panick, her heart had taken over. "Will I see you again?" she asked. Amber's smile grew softer. "If you want to, Princess, then you will." Krystal still bore her wide grin when she opened the front door to her apartment. Amber's words had stuck into her mind like they had been glued there. They played over and over in her head, like a romantic drama OST. She let Amber's backpack slide from her back, which contained her dress and her heels from last night. Her clothes felt even nicer now, the fabric was almost ticklish to her skin. She let herself fall on her couch and closed her eyes. Amber's face immediately appeared in her thoughts. That smile... and how good she had looked when she had gotten into her car and had driven away with one hand on the wheel... Not to mention when- "So you didn't even care about what I said to you?" Kai's voice pierced through the air, sharp as freshly broken glass. Krystal immediately shot up straight, opening her eyes trying to find her fiancé. He was leaning against the wall. A black blouse was hugging his figure, tugged into black pants as well. When he walked towards her, his naked feet made sticky sounds on the stone floor. "I was having breakfast... or lunch," she muttered. "It'd be a waste of money to just get up right after it had been served." "We could've gotten lunch together. Money has never been an issue, you know that," he said coldly. Krystal bit down on her lower lip and pointed her gaze at the ground, unable to look at him. "Why are you so mad at me, because I got a little drunk last night? It was my party, wasn't I allowed to?" she asked softly. She heard Kai sigh deeply. He walked towards her and sat down on their mahogany wooden coffee table, so that they were on the same height. He had his legs spread and his arms crossed in front of his chest. There was a frown on his face. "I'm not mad, just annoyed. I don't blame you for... partying," he muttered. Krystal looked up to him, this time with a frown of her own. "Then why are you annoyed? Because I stayed over somewhere else instead of at home? It's not because I didn't want to stay at home, Kai, it's because it happened to be that way," she lied smoothly. Becoming a vice president in Jung Internationals required certain skills. Lying was one of them. And because she had been taught to lie all her life, she was able to do it rather perfectly right now. Because Kai also believed she was in love with him, didn't he? "It's probably my own fault, I let you go and went home myself," Kai muttered, more to himself than to her. Krystal huffed. "I really don't get what's the problem. Amber took good care of me, we're... friends." She was barely able to make the word leave her throat. It left a bitter aftertaste because she knew very well that they were not friends. But Kai believed so and it was the ideal lie to keep up. Because you know... best friends go over to each other's places a lot, right? "That's exactly what's bothering me, Krystal. I don't know that chick at all. Yeah, I know she's some rich man's kid who has gone all off trail but that's literally the only thing I know of her. And now you're sleeping over at her house?" Krystal let out a nervous laugh. "You're being ridiculous. What's supposed to happen?" "Well, you never know nowadays. The streets are roamed with lesbo's," Kai said bitterly. "And you know, she is one.. right?" Krystal's face grew colder. Her breathing slowened and a strange calmness spread through her body. Her father hadn't brought her up with mercy and she wasn't planning on trying to give Kai some right now too. "Amber is my friend and I do not want you to speak of her that way." Kai was surprised by her sudden angry tone. He stared at her confusedly, before laughing it off. "Talking about her in what way? She IS a lesbian, ain't she?" "A homophobic way. There's nothing wrong with her." "Krystal, come on, I am not a homophobe, you know I didn't mean it that way," he said quickly. Krystal squinted her eyes suspiciously. "Well, clearly you did because it obviously sounded like-" "Let's not fight about something not worth fighting for, okay," Kai interrupted her. Krystal stared at him in anger, not liking to be silenced. Her nails digged into the skin of her hand and she had to clench her jaws so hard not to spill out some really mean words that her teeth felt like breaking. "Well, since Amber is your friend, we can invite her over for dinner, can't we? We can also invite Luna. Make it a double-date! Nice, right?" suggested Kai. He had already stood up to walk towards his phone, which he had forgotten somewhere on the dinner table, when she realized what a catastrophe that would become. Krystal's eyes shot open in fear and she tried to stop him, but before she could reach him, he had already taken his phone and typed in the number. She placed her hands upon his arms. "Sweetie, I really don't think this is a good-" she tried, but he shushed her by placing his finger to his lips. The phone was already ringing. Krystal wondered how Kai could have Luna's number. She might've given it to him last night. Perhaps the double-date idea has been into his mind already for a while. "Hello, Luna. It's me, Kai. I was thinking, maybe we should all grab some food together, the four of us. I'm an amazing cook so-... Ah, of course, we can also come over to your place! ... Yes, you, Amber, Krystal and me... This Saturday is fine by me, just text me the address. See you then!" Shocked, her eyes were fixed on her fiancé, who said another goodbye before hanging up. When he looked back at her, there was a proud glint in his eyes. It reminded her of a child who tried their hardest to do something good but in the measures of an adult, it was still incredibly dumb. "Luna said she was glad to receive my call and that she and Amber would love to have a dinner date!" Kai said enthusiastically. Krystal had to keep her mouth shut to now spill out a group of foul words and simply nodded shortly. Her teeth sank into her lower lip as her brain was making up the worst possible scenarios ever. Her stomach turned at the thought how awkward it was going to be. Oh, this dinner was going to be a disaster.

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[bapbaby]

5am

I hear the keys in the door. I stand inside by the doorway just out of sight as the door swings open. Junhong’s, aka Zelo’s head peeks thru….

“Gotchu!” I shout as I emerge from my hiding and place a blind fold over his eyes.

“Whoa! What’s this?” A surprised Zelo says breathlessly.

“Don’t you worry your pretty little head” I say, cruelly as I begin to lead him through the apartment.

“Can I at least put my stuff down?” Zelo asks.

“Just drop it” I say in a careless tone.

Finally, we reach our destination. Having the much taller man follow me while blindfolded was much more difficult than expected. I looked up at his face, he was smiling, slightly unsure of himself but as always he was game for whatever was going to happen. I liked that about him. He was usually always in a good mood which balanced out the moodiness my Cancer birthright brought to his Libra sensibility.

“Are you ready?” I asked him.

“I… think so?” He said laughing.

I was more than ready. Gently, I reached up to place my hands on his shoulders and pushed him down to a sitting position on the bed. Zelo was wearing a sleeveless tank top and I took the time to run my hands softly up and down his arms. He sighed and I noticed goosebumps forming on his skin.

“Do you like this?”

“Hmmmm, feels good”, he said dreamily.

Smiling, I reached down to his waist.

“Ya hajima?!” A surprised Zelo shouted as he felt my cold hands on his waist line.

“What, do you not want this?”

“Your hands are cold!”

I almost laughed at his exclamation, but was strong enough to resist.

“Too bad” I said as I grabbed the hemline of his shirt and began to pull it over his head.

“Good, now move back towards the headrest”.

Half naked and pouting, Zelo obediently scooted back until he was leaning against the cushioned headrest of my bed. I took a moment to admire his long physique resting so casually… his body was molded by years of dancing and acrobatics and I couldn’t help but appreciate his hard work.

“What now?” A impatient sounding Zelo broke into my reverie and brought me back to the present. 

“Wait, baby” I said

“Baby? That’s my name for you” a flustered Zelo said.

“You’re my baby, so Noona’s gonna take care of you. Now shut up”. 

I reached out towards the blindfold to untie it. Surprised, Zelo looked at me with narrowed eyes. 

“I thought the blindfold stays?” He said.

“I thought I told you to shut up, unless u want me to tie this around your mouth?” I threatened with a smile as I held up the blindfold.

“Hey, that’s my tie, I-“

Zelo abruptly stopped talking as I swiftly grabbed his wrists together with one hand and pulled them over his head. I had to move from his side to his lap in order to do so. He looked up at me as I tied his wrists together. 

“I thought it would be more fun if you could see,” I said. “I want to get to know you”.

Zelo giggled and smiled so huge at my little joke. 

“Come and get it” he said.

I had to laugh, I couldn’t help it, sometimes he was just too adorable for words. 

I looked Zelo in the eyes, “나는 네 노예 야. 너는 내 노예 야.”

Zelo shifted underneath me. I could feel him beginning to become hard. 

“Yes”, he breathed. 

“Yes”, I responded, as my face came closer to his. I closed my eyes as our lips touched. The kiss was swift, yet sweet and I smiled. I felt his teeth with my tongue. I didn’t want to stop, but this was just the start. There was still so much more to come. 

I withdrew from our kiss and traced my hands down Zelo’s arms, stopping at his sparrow tattoo. I leaned in to lick the underside of his arm, directly across the tattoo. Zelo shivered beneath me. I knew he was watching my every move. It made everything I did feel so much hotter. From the underside his arm I traced my tongue down towards his collarbone. I quickly licked the side of his neck, eliciting a gasp from Zelo that turned into a deep moan.

I felt Zelo lower his arms, still tied together to rest on top of my head. He was trying his best to hug me despite his binds. 

“No, baby”, I said as I pushed his arms back above his head. I smiled. “Stay here, ok?” Zelo pouted, but listened to me obediently. I lowered my head to his chest too listen to his heartbeat… it was fast. I touched his left nipple which made him gasp out loud. “Do u like this?”

“Ye-

Before he could finish his thought I had his nipple in my mouth. I flicked at it gently with my tongue and felt it harden under my touch. 

“Oh God”, Zelo breathed, as I reached one hand up to hold his wrists in place. I moved to his right nipple and licked. I breathed hot and cold air until it stiffened. Zelo was starting to breath faster, his breath becoming panting and quiet moaning.

I looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he had a slight frown. The face you make when something feels so good it hurts. I loved it. I leaned in once again for a kiss. This time I made my passion felt, we opened our mouths and explored each other. I felt his tongue and the softness and wetness made me want to burst. Zelo was definitely hard now. His pants were stretched with the outline of his member, I could clearly see it and felt like blushing. 

As we kissed, I reached down with my other hand and traced the outline. It was so hard, and warm. I gently squeezed my hands around Zelo and he bucked his hips up towards me uncontrollably once. 

“Fuck”, he said. “Fuck indeed”, I responded with a smile on my face. I pressed my whole hand agains the length of his member and started to softly rub. Zelo moaned and opened his eyes to look into mine. 

“I want more”, he said.

“You’ll get what noona gives you, baby”, I said smiling. I reached up so both hands were holding his wrists. I shifted slightly so his warmth lay against my warmth. I sighed. It felt so good. I started moving. I saw Zelo bite his bottom lip and then let out a sigh too. I moved faster and despite myself I moaned.

“Noona likes it too” Zelo said laughing, which turned into a groan as I moved against him. We looked into each others eyes, and he leaned up to kiss me as I moved to meet his lips. We kissed almost angrily, we were so hungry for the taste of one another. 

After what felt like eternity, but was surely just a few moments we stopped to look at one another. I lowered my arms to my sides and pushed to slide myself down the length of his body. With both hands I cupped at his length and a started to unzip his pants. Sliding his pants down his legs, I glanced at Zelo. Zelo’s eyes were half open, glazed with lust and desire. I’m sure I looked the same too. Now there was just the thin barrier of his underpants separating our skin from touching. 

I shivered. A lightheaded sensation enveloped me as I grasped at Zelo. He moaned and strained his hips against my touch. I lowered my head to his groin and slipped his member through his underwear. The head of his penis was shiny and glistening with precum- as I held it in my hand I could also feel his heart beat. I took him in my mouth gently and flicked the tip until he was clean. The saltiness tasted so good, I wanted more. I looked at Zelo.

“Take off your underwear”, I said.

I thought he would argue because he was still tied up but he was surprisingly docile and complied. I threw the discarded clothes off the bed and looked at him, naked and ready for me. I burned with desire that felt as if it had no end. I approached the bed and straddled Zelo and began to move back and forth. We moaned together and I felt myself becoming wet with want. I laughed which made Zelo look at me with a smile. 

I reached up to untie his bonds, and placed the blind fold on myself. I reached down to slide my panties to the side and with the other hand reached for Zelo. Slowly, I lowered myself onto the head of his penis until my lips were touching. I moved his penis back and forth, rubbing slowly as our combined wetness made everything slick. I started to move his penis faster until I felt like I would come too. 

“Oh my god, baby”, Zelo said.

“You mean, noona,” I barely gasped. I stopped moving and just held his penis to my lips. I started to move my hips, inching down.

“Noona, noona”, Zelo breathed as I slowly slid down his length. Finally, I felt his penis tip hit my cervix as my lips touched the base of his penis. I sat there, savoring the sensations that threatened to pull me over into the abyss.

I reached for Zelo’s hands and placed them over my breasts. The thin material of my shirt did not obstruct my nipples which were hard to the touch. I unbuttoned the front of my dress slowly, ever aware of the sensation of Zelo inside of me. 

“Now, suck, baby”, I said. 

Zelo looked at me with surprise because he had never heard me be so direct sexually.

“You heard me, suck.”

The look of surprise was replaced with a grin and he moved forward towards my chest. My breasts brushed his chin and I felt his stubble which tickled. Zelo stuck his tongue out playfully licked at my nipple. The sensation was amazing. I felt like I was on fire. I started moving back and forth again on his cock. Zelo reached up to touch my other nipple and I felt as if I would die. With both hands he squeezed my breasts together until the nipples were next to one another. Then he began licking and sucking both nipples at the same time. I was in ecstasy.

I knew I was close to my limit. I started rocking harder back and forth, moaning all the while. Zelo responded by beginning to thrust, gently at first and then faster as our mutual need and want for one another brought our bodies into frantic rhythm. He moaned and grasped my back and I tore the blindfold off. The look in Zelo’s eyes was enough to make me come, and I kissed him hungrily, I couldn’t get enough of him in that moment. The orgasm hit me in waves, it felt like a liquid rainbow spreading from the base of my spine throughout my body.

“Junhong!” I gasped

He was looking up at me with a slight smile, but suddenly closed his eyes too as his own orgasm came. He rocked up with force and pumped out of me several times. It felt so good to come at the same time. 

“Baby, my baby,” Zelo whispered. “You’re MY baby,” I said with a smile. We held each other, Zelo’s long arms wrapped around me with his face nuzzling my neck. He was almost purring, saying sweet nothings in a mix of english and korean.