#fic: sleazy kisses in a back alley

[tightjeansjavi]

The Rite of Movement | drabble

“sleazy kisses in a back alley”

A/N: everyone say thank you to Lucien Flores for inspiring me to write pornstar!joel going a little…feral ;)

~word count: 2.2k~

Summary: it’s Tommy’s birthday, and you and Joel can’t keep your hands to yourselves for more than five minutes

Pairing | pornstar!joel x pornstar!female reader

Warnings: smut, mentions of the porn industry and other pornstars, porn with no plot litrally, intimacy, semi public sex, fingering, oral f!receiving, dom!joel, depraved filth, language, mentions of drinking and smoking, teasing, flirting, edging, established relationship, Joel calls you a dirty little slut in a non-derogatory way, sleazy makeout, cum tasting, Joel is a little horny shit, Joel is in his 40’s reader is in her 30’s, reader has no physical descriptions (only description is wearing a shimmery dress but nothing about the length/fit etc) readers nickname is baby love, +18 minors dni!

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Every pair of wandering eyes in this DTLA, heady, nightclub are glued in a trance to your boyfriend. It’s Tommy’s birthday, and despite the fact that somehow you and Joel have ended up in the same state that you both loathed for conjoining reasons, it was cathartic that you were doing this together.

The original plan was for Joel to rent out a local nightclub in Austin for Tommy’s birthday bash, but Pornhub offered to fly the three of you out to LA, along with the rest of Miller-Co for a proper birthday celebration.

That's how you found yourselves surrounded by familiar faces in the industry, and plenty anew. You caught up with old costars, reminiscing on the short lived ‘good times’ during your era at Brazzers. It was a bittersweet and unplanned reunion.

The question of the evening was centered around yours and Joel’s relationship, and you weren’t one to bask in the spotlight or the potential for scrutiny. But you handled their prying questions with grace, after all, humans are naturally curious creatures.

How do two pornstars maintain a healthy relationship?

“Just like the key to any successful relationship: communication.” You responded with grace.

There were a chorus of murmured agreements that went around the circle you found yourself in. Joel was nearby, an arm’s length away, close enough that you could brush up against one another. He was wearing a silly, flimsy party hat, adorned in gold chains draped along his neck and a bright patterned shirt with almost all the buttons undone. He looked like a whole goddamn meal, and dessert, and the greenies in the industry were absolutely eating him up.

He was politely declining opportunities to film with this group of amateur pornstars that flocked to him like a moth to flame. He had recently begun to stray from filming with partners outside of you. It was a personal decision that he made, and you of course supported him through and through. He was beginning to feel overwhelmed from the already stuffy atmosphere, the numerous voices in his ear, the pounding bass, and the beading sweat pooling along his forehead, was just enough for him to politely excuse himself for some fresh air.

You felt his warm palm encircle around your covered hip, squeezing you gently through the shimmery fabric of the dress you were wearing. “M’gonna head out for a smoke, and some fresh air, baby love.” He rasped, leaning over close enough that you could hear him.

You leaned into his touch, head tilting to the side and painted lips brushing the heart shaped patch in his beard, leaving a lip print stain of sinful red against his tanned skin. “Okay, baby.”

Warmth encased espresso brown eyes flicker to your gaze, his skin is flushed, pink hues turning to blues and purples from the flashing strobe lights. His brow raises, lips quirking upwards, sending a gush of arousal to flood the sticky heat between your thighs. You’re not wearing any panties tonight, and he knows this.

You watch as his eyes shamelessly dip downwards, drifting across every inch of your skin that he has spent countless hours kissing, biting, licking, and worshiping. Every ridge, valley, and bump. Every beauty mark, every inch of softness under his touch. He already can picture the sticky mess between your thighs where just under an hour ago, his head was buried between them, feasting on you with your ass firmly pressed against the hotel bathroom sink while you messed up his perfectly slicked back hair with ravenous, desperate tug to his roots.

He meets your gaze once more after he has fully drunk you in from top to bottom. He reaches into his back pocket, pulling out his carton of cigarettes, flipping the top open with his thumb, feeling your eyes searing into his skin as he places a single cigarette between his plush lips.

“I’ll be waitin’ for ya, baby love.” He rasps, tilting his chin in a subtle nod. His hand that was still holding onto your hip, releases, and discreetly dipping under the fabric of your dress, ring clad knuckles digging into the soft flesh of your ass in a possessive manner that you only got a taste of on a rare occasion like tonight. “You know where to find me.” He added, departing from your close proximity in a suave manner that left you feeling breathless.

A warm tingle rolled down your spine like the condensation dripping down the edge of your glass. Your heart pounded to the heavy thump of the bass, and blood rushed in your ears as you watched him make his way through the crowd of sweaty bodies and exit through one of the nearest side doors.

You finish what is left of your mostly watered down drink, throwing the liquid down your throat and tossing the plastic cup in the nearest trash can. Your feet carry you towards the same exit door he left through minutes earlier. You waited simply to build up the growing tension and to flood your system with a wave of palpable suspense, and that insatiable itch that only he could fulfill.

And just like clockwork, you push open the heavy door, a gust of refreshing evening air blows over you, drowning out the heavy bass and overbearing voices as you step outside into the dimly lit back alley. The door swings shut, and the sole of your heels lightly scrape against the pebbled concrete.

You feel that electric buzz, the invisible string pulling you right into Joel’s vicinity.

And there he was, broad back leaned against the brick wall, hand cupped around the side of his face to block out any obstructing wind as he lit the end of the cigarette that was limply dangling between his lips.

He tilted his head back against the wall, inhaling the toxic smoke into his lungs, the lit end of the cigarette burning bright orange. He exhaled the smoke upwards in a gray cloud that dissipated into the night air.

His eyes locked onto you from a short distance away, and all it took for your feet to move again was the subtle flex of his pointer and middle finger curling at his side in a ‘come hither’ motion.

You find yourself wedged between his broad, jean clad thighs, your hands slowly sliding up the expanse of his broad, tanned chest, as his freehand moves to grasp your hip, pulling you flush against him. Your fingers toy with the gold chains adorned on his neck, twirling the metal in a flirtatious manner, “you have no right looking this good tonight, Joel. And upstaging your brother nonetheless?” You tut playfully.

The fabric of your shimmery dress bunches under his strong hands, gripping onto you like a vice. He chuckles, dipping his head down so he can rest his forehead against yours, “you don’t seem to have a problem with it, baby love. Took you all of five minutes to come and find me…” he trailed off, cigarette dipping down between his plush lips like fresh dew dripping down the delicate petal of a flower. “You want it that bad, huh?” He challenges you.

Smoke curls around your head like an ashy coil of a snake, wrapping and twisting, irritating your eyes, and fogging your mind. “Always want it bad, baby. Dripping like a fucking faucet between my thighs right now…” you blindly reach for his hand around your hip and guide it between your thighs.

“Switch with me.” He requests, fingers just barely dancing across your bare mound, thumb almost catching on your clit.

When you don’t immediately react to his request, he helps you, maneuvering your body from between his thighs, and pressing your back firmly against the brick wall. The broad expanse of his shoulders and chest crowd around you like a cloak as he leans in close, “Did you wear no panties for me, baby love? Couldn’t help yourself…hmm? Wanted to make sure I had easy access to you, and your needy little pussy?” He hums, taking one last drag from the cigarette before he flicks it off to the side. “Bet that everytime you close those pretty eyes tonight, all you could see was my head between your thighs, ain’t that right?”

One warm, calloused palm cups your cheek, thumb stroking gently across your cheekbone. He noses at your pulse point, soft curls tickling your cheek as he inhales a whiff of your perfume, groaning softly, lashes fluttering as he presses himself further against you.

“Always so fuckin’ wet for me, baby love. S’like your sweet pussy has a mind of her own…” he drawls, voice syrupy and low, sending a gush of wetness between your thighs. “She’s always thinkin’ of my cock stretchin’ her open, my fingers, my tongue, mmm…” he licks a hot stripe against your pulse point, kissing and nipping at the skin there. His freehand drops between your thighs, nudging them open as he slips his hand under your dress so he can feel you.

“Fuuck.” You mewl wantonly, melting into his touch like putty, “please, Joel. More—” you stumble over your words as his fingers spread you open, teasing and deliberate mininstrations that just aren’t enough.

“Please what, baby love? What do you want, hmm? Want me to keep talkin’ to you like this? You like that, don’t you? Think your pussy does…she’s dripping all over my fingers, naughty girl.” He tuts and tilts your chin upwards so your eyes meet his. He presses his forehead against yours, hot breath fanning your face, remnants of tobacco lingering on his tongue.

His eyes are like two black shining 8-balls, darker than usual, but all the more alluring. Your lips part, soft breaths escaping when he presses the pad of his thumb directly against your clit, “I want you to—shove your tongue down my throat, Joel. I want to taste your cigarette from the source. I want you to finger me in this alley, scissor me apart, and most of all…I want you to call me your dirty little slut.”

“Yeah?” He rasped, egging you on further, leaning in just enough that you could catch his lower lip between your teeth. “That’s all y’want, baby love? For me to call you my dirty little slut while you gush around my fingers? Mmm…say it again.” He nearly growls, rolling your clit between his fingers, pinching it gently causing you to whimper and arch your back against the wall.

“Please, Joel.” A whine crawls up your throat when his lips brush against yours, teasing you, edging you further as your walls clench and pulse around nothing but the salty air from the coastline breeze. “Call me your dirty little slut, baby. Do it.”

He surges forward, lips pressing against yours in a bruising kiss that is all teeth, tongue and no reserve: a sleazy makeout in a back alley, his skilled fingers prodding and pressing you open, slipping into your wet heat knuckle deep. The contrast of his thick digits clad in cool metal working you into a mess of moans and he has to physically steady you against the wall when your knees begin to buckle.

“That’s it, baby love.” He preens, mumbling against your locked lips, fingers scissoring you, shallowly thrusting into your gushing hole. Your slick drips and trickles down the side of his hand, glistening under the faint glow from the single streetlight. “Look at you, baby love. All pretty and gushing around my fingers like the good little dirty slut that my girl is. Your pussy sounds so gorgeous right now. You hear the sounds she’s makin?’”

You grip his forearm for support, nails digging into his flesh while your freehand is tangled through the back of his curls, keeping him right where you want him. You moan into the kiss, rolling your hips into his hand, wanting more—whatever he’ll give you. “F—fuck. Oh my god.” You cry, eyes rolling back into your skull, thighs trembling, quivering.

“Yeah, that’s it baby love. I got you right where I want you. Keep squeezin’ my fingers, jus’ like that, good girl.” He praises you, curling his fingers rapidly against the soft spongy spot inside of you that sends your hips bucking into his hand in tandem. “That’s it, fuck yourself on my fingers, my pretty, dirty, little baby love.”

You squeeze and pulse around his fingers, riding out your high as you cry out his name over and over again. There’s a soft squelching sound heard between your thighs when he slips his fingers out, coated in your creamy honey, glistening along his thick fingers. He audibly groans at the sight of you staining his skin, and you watch as he ravenously sucks his fingers into his mouth, winding his tongue around them so he can taste all of you.

“So fuckin’ sweet, baby love. All for me, right? That creamy little pussy gushes her sweet nectar all for Joel.” He rasps, pressing his fingers down along your lower lip, still wet with his saliva and your cum, “taste yourself, baby. Taste how fuckin’ sweet you are.”

You stare up at him, pupils blown, entranced with an endearing dumb look on your face nodding as you suck his fingers into your mouth, moaning at the taste. And in the midst of it all, somehow that silly party hat on his head didn’t fall off once.

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[morallyinept]

FIC AUTHOR SELF REC

Tagged by lovely @undercoverpena 🖤

When you get this, reply with your favourite five fics that you've written, then pass on to at least five other writers. Let's spread the self-love! 🖤

1. The Pit - Ezra

Probably the fic I am most proud of for challenging myself to write something completely different in the sci-fi/horror genre. I also really enjoy how I wrote Ezra's dialogue in this one.

2. Five Days Series - Joel Miller

My first multi-chapter series with our handsome hero, Joel. I really enjoyed exploring Joel and Reader navigating their relationship in this story, and it gave me ample playing space with different emotions and putting them into words.

3. Dress Me Up & Call Me Pretty - Dieter Bravo

I really wanted to explore promoting positive sexuality in this story and getting under Dieter's skin. The feedback on this story from readers about exploring this type of sexuality has been overwhelmingly positive too, and I'm so happy that this story has been a comfort for some too.

4. Back Alley Bang - Dieter Bravo

Sleazy!Dieter - what more can I say?! This is a version of Dieter I recently wrote, and am writing more for, I just love him and there are more sleazy scenarios for him on the way.

5. Kiss Cam GIFLET - Frankie Morales

A fluffy meet cute for Frankie, which has also been my most popular GIFLET to date. Gotta love this gorgeous pilot.

NP Tagging: @goodwithcheese @linzels-blog @ghostofaboy @sp00kymulderr @covetyou & anyone else who would like to give themselves a boost and show some self-love! 🖤

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[rickyscat]

vampire!ricky headcannons

inspired by a recent reel by @/zb1official on instagram !

hello yes i’m back after not writing for like weeks, sorry baes i bet you guys missed me 😞

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mentions of drinking/ being drunk, puking and bl00d (obviously it’s a vampire fic 🙄🫶)

lmk if i missed any trigger warnings !

enough yapping, LETS GAURRR 🏃‍♀️🏃‍♀️

vampire!ricky out on a fortnight with the full moon out, seeing you stumble out from a club, looking drunk as hell, being held up by a sleazy looking man

vampire!ricky’s fists tighten as he watches the guy bring you to a dark alley

vampire!ricky who scares away the man with his scary lil vampire powers (i felt quirky ok 🙄🫶)

vampire!ricky catching you as you fall down, puking all over him (L you 😷😷)

vampire!ricky who princess carries you as he flies through the night sky, towards his mansion on the edge of a dark forest

vampire!ricky who has his servants change you from your shiny, clubbing minidress into a long, white almost medieval style robe

vampire!ricky who sits beside you as you awaken from your drunk slumber

vampire!ricky who caresses your pale cheek, reassuring you that everything’s okay <33

fast forward to months later bc admin is lazy 🥲🙏

vampire bf!ricky who calls you to his chambers every fortnight to feed on your precious blood

vampire bf!ricky who sits you down on his lap, trying to make you as comfortable as possible

vampire bf!ricky peppers soft kisses along your neck and collarbone

vampire bf!ricky watches you wince as his sharp fangs bite down on your neck

vampire bf!ricky who gently sucks on your neck, drawing out crimson red liquid

vampire bf!ricky who treats you like the princess that you are after every feeding session <33

short fic for today bc i’m just trying to get back into writing, thanks for bearing with me bbgs 🥹

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[lovelyyy-luna]

unhinged {pt.2}

fandom: moon knight

fic summary: the reader and Jake are unhinged. Let's see how far chaos can take them

chapter summary: y/n wants to make their relationship more interesting.

pronouns: she/her

warning: killing, blood, stabbing, making out, mentions of harassment.

word count: 1788

a/n: jake may be murderous, but he respects women.

a a/n: heres part two :) @daddysfavoritesexkitten also tagging @thedarthpancakes 🖤🖤🖤

date: 

PART 1 | PART 2 |

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“Who are you?”

He looked deep into your eyes, pulled his gun out of his jacket pocket, and aimed it at the dying man on the floor, he pulled the trigger, and the only noise in your home was the man's last breath.

“I'm Jake Lockley.”

Days after you met Jake Lockley, he was the only thing on your mind.

You did your usual day, slept, and got drunk at the club. You were having fun until a cocky asshole of a guy came up to you and some other girls and started harassing you.

The guy kept brushing his hands up your sides and trying to kiss you. He then saw someone new to bother, so you slipped out to the back of the club.

With everything swimming in your mind, you hatched a plan. A fucking perfect plan, and you decided to call Jake.

The line was ringing, and you got butterflies in your stomach.

“Hello?” His voice was rough and perfect.

“Jake?”

“Hey, sweetheart,” he chuckled, “I wondered when you would call me.”

“Well, I know you're a busy guy and didn't want to distract you from your work.”

“Oh, please, my schedule will always be open for you.”

You blush at his comment.

“What were you calling for, hon? Just wanna hear my voice?”

Your cheeks burn up pink, “That might be part of it, but I wondered if you wanted to meet up.”

“Of course. Where did you have in mind?”

“Back-alley of Club Lazarus?”

“Perfect, I'll be there in a bit.” 

After the two of you hung up, on his end, he had his gun pointed at the temple of some sleazy politician, who was whimpering and crying for help, but with one pull of a trigger, all was silent, and Jake fixed himself and went to his car.

You waited patiently in the back; then, you heard the low rumble at the end of the alleyway. The car comes up just a few feet away from you, and the headlights turn off. 

Then the shadow of a man emerged from the driver's side and got into the back.

Your head shot back to the ping coming from your phone. Jake's message was: ‘come on over, sweetheart.’

That nickname he gave you made you melt. You put a pep in your step like a giddy school girl and walk to the white car.

You open the door, poke your head in, and see him in the corner of the darkness. You step in and take a seat right across from him.

Usually, you were so confident and bold, but you felt so vulnerable in this setting with this man.

“Why are you so far away, sweetheart? You know I won't bite,” his smile could be seen in the darkness, “unless you want me to,” he pats his lap, calling you over.

You go over and sit right in his lap. He wraps his arm around your waist and pulls you in close.

He takes a deep breath inhaling your scent, “So why did you call me? Not that I don't enjoy hearing your voice,” his other hand grazes your thigh.

His touch against your bare skin sent chills across your body, and he noticed.

“Well, I had a little proposition if you were interested.”

“As long as it involves you, I'll always be interested,” he nuzzled sweetly into your neck, planting kisses there.

You giggle at his bold move, “That's good to know. So,” you took a deep breath, “you know how we both enjoy a little killing?”

His lips curl into a smile, and he nods.

“What if we do it together?”

“You wanna kill people together?” 

“Yeah. Well, not just any people. The rich and entitled people.”

“Are you sure this has nothing to do with your daddy issues?”

You chuckle, “It might have a little to do with that, but what do you say?”

“How can I say no to you, sweetheart?” he rubs his nose gently against your, “When do we start?”

“Right now, if you're up for it.”

He nods devilishly.

“Perfect, you wait here, and I'll be right back,” you quickly give him a peck on the cheek and return to the club.

He got himself ready and went back to the driver's side of his car and waited.

Around 10 minutes later, he sees you stumble out of the club with some random guy who is all over you.

He took a deep annoyed breath and tried to calm himself.

You and the guy were laughing, and he could not stop touching you everywhere. Even though you didn't like it, you looked at Jake, who was staring at you through the rearview mirror, and you could see the jealousy flow through him.

He started the car, and you ended up at your apartment in a few minutes. You got out of the vehicle, and the guy pulled out his wallet and just threw a bunch of hundreds at Jake through the partition window.

You opened the gate and looked back at Jake, and he shut the car off.

You make it to your apartment, and he takes you straight into your bedroom. 

You and he were making out, and you whispered, “can we try something?”

He nods pathetically, and you go to your closet and pull out handcuffs, not just those frilly weak ones but actual police-grade handcuffs.

“Wow, kinky,” he says, “so you want me to cuff you?”

“Oh no, baby, I wanna cuff you. Unless you're not comfortable with your masculinity,” you say mockingly.

“Hell no. Cuff me.”

He gets up closer to your bedposts, and you put the cuffs on his wrists and ankles.

You start to strip off your dress and are just left in your lingerie. The stranger in your bed looked at you like he was hungry. You looked at him in the same manner but for different reasons.

Then there was a knock at the front door; you giggled with excitement.

“Who's that?” he asks nervously.

“Oh, I invited a friend. I hope you don't mind.”

“Not at all; the more, the merrier,” he says.

You walk over to the door and open it.

“God, you are beautiful,” Jake says, lifting your chin and kissing you, “so who do we have in the bedroom?”

You grab his hand, lead him over to the couch, and sit down.

“So from what I gathered, his name  is Hunter MacKenzie; he is a regular at the club who harasses women, including me, and-”

“Whoa, hold on, he harassed you?” he stops you, stands up, flicks his knife out, and walks to the bedroom.

“What the fuck?!” Hunter said from your bedroom.

You smiled at how chivalrous Jake was being and went to the bedroom to see what he would do.

Jake was standing at the foot of the bed, looking down at the cuffed person to your bed.

“Who the fuck is this guy?”

“This is my friend,” you say innocently.

“What the fuck is going on? Let me go!”

You chuckle at his begging.

Hunter kept staring at you, and then his focus shifted when Jake cleared his throat and walked around closer to his head. Jake grabbed his face holding his mouth open, and stuffed it with a cloth in his pocket. 

After doing so, he walked back to where you were standing.

“Now,” Jake started to get worked up, “I'm a pretty horrible guy. Look, you're tied to a bed, and we're about to kill you,” he chuckles.

Hunter looks wide-eyed at the two of you and starts to squirm.

“Hey!” Jake's voice echoed throughout your apartment, making Hunter stop on command, even causing you to flinch but at the same time turned on.

“Now, even though I'm pretty terrible, I have never touched a girl without her permission. People like that are the scum of the earth, and the gods themselves have tasked us to rid us of the scum, starting with you.”

Jakes looks longingly over at you, “Mi Amor, would you like the honors?” he handed you his knife, and you took it with joy.

You crawl onto the bed and straddle Hunter. You take his knife and lightly drag it on his chest, and then at the bottom of his sternum, you place the tip right on there, and then with your hand wrapped tightly around the handle, you slowly sink the knife into him. He screams with pain.

You got off him, and the knife was still in him, and you just watched his stomach twitch up and down. 

You grabbed the handle once more and quickly took it out of his stomach, and again he screamed in pain.

With the power of Apophis flowing through you, you felt chaos all around you and repeatedly stabbed in his chest until you were tired. Blood spurted all across your body and felt like pure ecstasy.

You turned around with the knife in your hand and wiped the now warmed blade across your chest, cleaning it as best as possible for Jake.

You hand the knife back, and he takes it, “you all done, princessa?”

You nod, and he takes it and goes back to Hunter.

You watched as Jake took the knife, stabbed him, and cut him until his last breath. It was a glorious sight.

Jake walked up to you and kissed you. The kiss was passionate and intense. You can taste the blood all over his face mixed between your tongues. 

He grabbed you harshly by your waist and picked you up, and threw you on the bed next to Hunter's now lifeless body.

The rest of the night was a blur; you woke in bed with fresh sheets, and Hunter was nowhere to be seen. You walk over to your en suite and look in the mirror.

You had one of your shirts on, and when you took it off, there were red splatters stained to your body, along with semi permanent marking on your neck.

You turned the handle to the shower and stepped in, embracing the piping hot water on your skin.

Once cleaned, you put on some fresh clothes, walked into your kitchen, and saw that Jake got your coffee with a bagel and schmear.

You gladly take your breakfast food and go to the couch where he reads the paper.

“Morning,” you say with a smile and plant a kiss on his cheek.

“Good morning, dear. Do you sleep well?”

“Yeah. um, where's Hunter?”

“Oh, I already took care of him and got rid of your sheets. Luckily you have a closet full of them; who are you, Patrick Bateman?” he chuckles.

“Basically,” you say, taking a sip of your coffee, “I had a perfect time last night.”

You move the paper from his hand and straddle him, “When can we do it again?”

“Wow, you are so eager, Mi Amor.”

You stare lustfully into his eyes, and he stares back.

The chaos was just beginning for the two of you.

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[greenmaskedmarauder]

Words Unspoken

A Kellila fic.

Thank you to @forthegenuine for betaing this for me :D.

Find it here.

Or read below the cut if you want. It’s your life.

Kell and Lila had been in Grey London for the better part of a week. Not to exchange letters with King George the Fourth. No, those days were over. Rhy had sent them there for a different reason: see if there were any magically inclined people. And make sure they weren’t able to nurture that inclination.

Lila hadn’t wanted to come back to her home that was no longer her home. Far too many bad memories to mix with the taste of ash on the air. But she hadn’t wanted Kell to leave without her, and he would do anything for his brother. Really, there should be limits as to what brotherly love would do, but Kell agreed right away. So here they were, back at the recently renamed The Stone’s Throw again. Kell trusted Ned to help them with this as well, as the young Enthusiast no longer had a desire to see if he could muster control over elements.

It still hit her, the sense of sadness and loss over Barron. He had been a part of The Stone’s Throw for so long that his absence was something she could feel. Then again, as he had unwittingly become a member of her small family, maybe his absence was just something she could feel anyway. He wouldn’t be there to look at her sternly, telling her she would find trouble if that’s all she went looking for. And he wouldn’t ever get to see what she had become. And that saddened her most, she supposed.

She looked up as Kell came back into their room, once her room, after spending some time downstairs with Ned. He looked at her face, then opened his arms to her. She settled in, leaning against his chest. “You still miss him?” he asked softly. She didn’t say anything, just nodded briefly. He kissed the top of her head, and pulled back to look into her eyes. Blue on brown, black on black. Truthfully, it was getting easier to be there. Easier to accept Barron’s death. And that worried her. If she wasn’t mourning him anymore, was there anyone left to do so?

“What were you and Ned talking about?” she asked, trying to take her mind off of the confusion surrounding her emotions concerning Barron.

“Oh, this and that,” he hedged. She narrowed her eyes at him but before she could say anything he distracted her by kissing her. It shouldn’t have worked as well as it did, but she leaned into the kiss, into him. Before she could deepen it, he pulled away, concern furrowing his brow. He always was too perceptive of what she was feeling. “Are you sure you’re all right?” She exhaled, nodded. His fingers traced her jaw.

“So, how much longer do you think we’ll have to be away from home?” Lila asked. “And how many people does Rhy think could use magic here anyway?”

“Well, his concern isn’t entirely unfounded. I mean, look at you.” She just looked at him. “I don’t know,” he answered. “I haven’t been able to pick up on any signs of magic, even small ones. But my eyes ended up missing you entirely, so who knows what we’ll find. You haven’t seen anything yet, have you?”

Lila shook her head. “No. Though I’m not as used to looking for the signs as you are.” Kell nodded, considered this.

“If we haven’t seen anything by the end of tomorrow, we’ll head back then. I know how you hate to be away from your ship for so long,” he teased. Lila just threw her pillow at him. He laughed, laid down beside her.

“Do you think we should fix the wall before we leave? You know, so Ned can use this room for other patrons aside from us.” Kell looked at the patch of ruined wood where he had trapped Lila the night they’d met. It seemed like a lifetime ago, when really it was only a year and a half.

“If you think so. Personally, I think Ned likes the remnants of magic. But we can fix it before we go.” With that, he pulled her close to him, hands brushing over her dark hair. “Come on. Let’s go to sleep.”

Lila let the feel of his hands brushing over her hair lull her into sleep. Strange to think about, but she still slept the best when Kell was next to her.

The next morning they rose with the dawn, the reds more muted than in Red London, but still bright against the dark blue of early morning. They left The Stone’s Throw once more, still looking for signs of anyone who could sense and use magic. As they continued to wander the streets of Grey London, Lila let her mind wander. She was still watching for more muted versions of what she supposed was like the door Kell had made the night they’d met, but she was also thinking about what it would have been like if she’d never met him. She didn’t know if she would have ever unlocked her magic.

She looked up and caught sight of a tall, slim man leaving a tavern. He had dark hair and a narrow face. She stiffened and froze at the sight of him, and Kell noticed. He turned to follow her gaze as it met the brown eyes of the man. He was shabby, and had the scraggly traces of not having shaved for a couple days. She hadn’t noticed that she’d started shaking until Kell put his hand on her shoulder and whispered, “What is it?” She blinked and took a deep, steadying breath.

“Mr. Bard,” she said coldly by way of greeting. Thomas Bard. Her father. The man who had sold her for some coin when she was fifteen and whom she hadn’t seen since that night. She had killed the man who bought her, of course. And then she began her life of always watching out for herself. It had been four years since she’d last laid eyes on him but he looked the same, eyes bloodshot and teeth yellowing from too much drink.

He frowned as recognition seemed to take over. Of course, she now had a black eye as she was meant to, but he still frowned. “I took great care to make sure your sign of devil possession was removed. Even stole the regular looking one. Why’ve you gone and put it back?” 

Lila shook with anger and a little bit of sadness. She willed him to stop in the street. He gasped as he couldn’t move his limbs.

“You see, Thomas,” she began, “it turns out I went and found what that mark really was. And hello to you too, you bastard.” She ended on a growl.

“You’re Lila’s father?” asked Kell incredulously. “I thought you were dead. She alluded to that anyway.” Thomas couldn’t hear the subtle shift to anger in his voice but Lila heard it loud and clear. “Don’t,” she whispered softly, but Kell continued. “What kind of man sells his own daughter to a sleazy man just so he can get a few coin? What kind of man cuts out his daughter’s eye.” His teeth were clenched now, both in anger and in pain as the ground rumbled and he used his magic. He could still feel Lila tremble, but with what he wasn’t sure. He was too angry. He thought he knew all about not great fathers, growing up with one who favored his biological son over his adopted one, but seeing this man here in this London, where Lila had starved and stolen and frozen just to get by made him angry. 

Thomas opened and closed his mouth repeatedly like a fish. “And who might you be?” he finally managed. The shock of not being able to move combined with the tremors in the ground had him a little spooked. And then he frowned upon looking into Kell’s eyes. “You’ve got the same affliction she has,” he said, rather stupidly in Kell’s mind, considering Lila had willed his body still and he could feel magic rising in his blood, demanding to be used. “Unhand me. What the devil is wrong with you two?”

Kell scoffed. “What’s wrong with us? I’d say you’re ahead in who’s more messed up. Thomas, was it?” Thomas nodded briefly, that being all he could do, with Lila’s hold still on him. She had gone very pale, and was still trembling. Kell could tell she no longer wanted to be here with the man, so he strode forward and punched him in the jaw. He crumpled to the ground, and Lila hurriedly strode away to the next street. Kell leaned down over the man, saying in a low tone, “You are lucky we are leaving your world behind. You didn’t deserve anything as good as her, ever. You bastard.” He turned and walked away, trying to catch up to Lila. He knew she wasn’t far away.

He found her in an alley, crumpled against the back of a shop, arms wrapped around her stomach. He strode next to her, crouching down so he could see her face. She was still shaking, and breathing hard. “He shouldn’t matter. He shouldn’t fucking matter,” she said, voice breaking a little. “Why does he fucking matter?” she asked, a couple of tears slipping passed her control. Kell reached out to cup her cheek, brushing them away with his thumb. And then he pulled her into his arms, offering his shoulder if she needed it to cry into.

“He doesn’t matter,” he whispered into her ear. “Nothing about that man in that street matters. The only thing that matters is you and who you have become.” He rubbed her back, and wrapped his arms around her as she sobbed softly. “Lila,” he whispered in her ear. They stood like that for a few minutes, before Lila pulled away, angrily swiping the tears from her eyes. She sniffed.

“I thought he was dead. I thought he had died long ago, long before I held a piece of Black London hostage so you would take me on an adventure. I never went looking for him after that night, and I never gave him a second thought. Barron was my only family. Why is he alive while Barron is dead?” She looked at him with eyes shimmering with unshed tears, her brown eye impossibly dark under the sheen. He held her face in both hands, and leaned his forehead on hers.

“I don’t know, Lila. I don’t know what sort of justice that is. All I know is that you are strong. You are alive. And you are so incredible, in spite of everything that he is.” He kissed her then, once. Just deep enough to show her how much he loved her. She had stopped shaking, and she sniffled once more. “Do you want to go home?” he asked softly. She nodded, and then pulled away.

They looked around, trying to gauge where they’d be in Red London. They would come out somewhere near the eastern edge of the Night Market. “Do we need to say goodbye to Ned?” asked Lila. Kell shook his head, and dug out his Red London token. Lila cut her hand, and spoke the words that would bring them home. “As travars.” They stepped through, and made their way up to the palace to tell Rhy that they hadn’t found anyone magical enough to warrant concern.

#kellila #kell maresh #lila bard #ned tuttle #shades of magic #som fic #kell x lila #also lila's dad #his name is thomas thanks to forthegenuine's thoughts #anyway enjoy #I made Lila suffer but then Kell is also there to comfort her #*flees to work to escape emotions*

[imogengotdrunk]

so did Gavin end up hearing the ghost cat when he was sleeping at his father's house? (btw i loved that fic so much it was adorable and home-y and it made me super happy)

A short continuation of Merry fucking Christmas.

-

—————— Sunday 25th December, 2039 (AM) ——————

Gavin

(00:06)

So pops thinks the house

is haunted by our old cat

R

(00:06)

Thinks? It’s his house.

Surely he should know.

Gavin

(00:07)

Hes full of shit babe. He

watches too many movies

(00:07)

Its all mind games, hes

always trying to scare us

R

(00:07)

And you’re texting me at

midnight on Christmas Eve

because you refuse to play

into these ‘mind games’,

yes?

(00:08)

Not because you’re afraid

there may be some truth to

his superstitions.

Gavin’s about to reply; something suitably scathing and incredibly witty, but there’s suddenly a high-pitched and almost guttural yowl coming from the patio roof, close enough below the bedroom window to make the hair on Gavin’s nape spike up, and his phone slips from his fingers and thwacks him across the nose.

Heart jackhammering behind his rib cage, he shakes off the urge to crawl under the covers, like he’d done a hundred times in this house as a kid, and he scrambles over the side of the bed to retrieve his unwitting technological attacker.

He’s always hated this fucking street in the winter, even with the tirade of jolly christmas lights all over the front of the house. The snow makes the pathways glisten, and it’s eerie as fuck, and the rows of street lamps along the lane look like they came off the set of The Exorcist, and to top it all off, there’s fucking fog; hanging low over the back yard and making the perfectly ordinary Reed house by day into a hammer horror wannabe by night.

It’s one of the reasons Gavin prefers the city, by a fucking lightyear. Plenty of noise, loads of people, and never a dark place besides sleazy back alleys and the odd abandoned shopping district dotted around.

This place - thanks Chicago - is a fucking creepy-ass nightmare and always has been. R, was he here to see it for himself, would probably think it’s picturesque. R can fuck off.

R’s also on speed dial, and he picks up after just one ring.

“I fuckin’ heard something outside, what the fuck was that?!”

An amused sigh rustles static over the earpiece. “The displeased ghost of a dearly departed cat, perhaps?”

“This ain’t fuckin’ funny, you psycho, it was right outside the fucking window.” Gavin’s hissing through his teeth into the receiver, in case whatever the hell made that noise is anywhere within ears-length. “Sounded like a fuckin’ demon.”

“I don’t believe your father is the only one who can be accused of watching too many movies-”

“No, no, babe, seriously- fucking listen,” and Gavin holds the phone up near the window so that R can hear as the sound returns; quieter this time, but no less chilling. He doesn’t crane too near the window, however; Gavin doesn’t want his arm chomped off by whatever hellspawn’s lurking around out there. “Oh my God, okay, there was this shitty movie called Krampus that came out in, like, twenty-sixteen, and it was about mythical Nega-Santa or somethin’ that ate people’s souls- or just ate the people, I don’t fuckin’ know, but seriously, fuck this, I am so boned if it’s out there.”

R’s chuckling on the other end of the line. It’s that low sound he makes in the back of his throat when he’s amused for real - not like the shitty smirk he gets when he’s being a clever prick - and it makes Gavin warm all the way down to his toes in one way, and ache in another. Gavin wants to hear him laugh for real, see it right in front of him. He wants to shove that smug face away, then pull it back and kiss him so that that’s the only reason the laughing ever stops.

“It’s a fox, my darling, nothing more. They have very distinctive calls.”

“Shitbird, you can’t know that.”

There’s a pause, a very deliberate one that challenges, ‘Oh, can’t I?’ But Gavin doesn’t have time to roll his eyes before R speaks again. “It’s a fox. Take a look, perhaps it’s still out there.”

Gavin aims a skeptical eyebrow at the shoved-closed drapes for a moment, before grudgingly adjusting the phone between his ear and shoulder to creep along the bed and tug them apart. “If I get eaten by Satan Claus, it’s on you.”

“I shall take full responsibility.”

Once again, Gavin’s about to retort, but his mouth remains only half gaped open to form whatever words there might have been. Through the frosted windowpane, below the patio, there’s a fox playing in the garden; springing up to pounce back down into the snow, snuffling at the frozen blades of grass.

Gavin hasn’t seen a fox around this neighbourhood since he was a kid. “Holy shit.”

“‘Holy shit’ as in a deceased feline and a demonic Saint Nick are indeed haunting your father’s house, or ‘holy shit’ as in I was correct?”

“Yeah, yeah, you were right, whatever- R, there’s a fuckin’ fox in the garden.”

“Yes, I’m aware. I informed you of it.”

“Babe, it’s doin’ that thing, the jumping thing you see ‘em doing in the wild. It’s so cool.”

“I imagine it would be rather cool, in this weather.”

Gavin doesn’t point out what a dumbass nerd his boyfriend is. Instead, he snatches his phone from his shoulder and swipes up the camera. “Sync in, c’mon, you gotta see this, I’m recording it.”

There’s no argument, so Gavin assumes R’s done as he’s told and connected. He supposes it should freak him out, androids being able to hack their way into technology like that, but it’s R. He’s a freak anyway, what’s one more thing to add to the list?

The fox huffs when it buries it’s snout too deep into the snow, and Gavin snorts. “Pretty cute, right?”

There’s a hum of agreement in reply, something amused and contented, and R’s smiling for sure. Gavin smiles down at the scene for himself as he rests his elbows on the window ledge, phone steady in one hand, and they watch the fox together until Gavin forgets they’re spending Christmas Eve two hundred miles apart.

#ask #fic #detroit become human #dbh #RK900 #gavin reed #reed900 #mine

[iamnotoriginalphil]

Dear Author I have a small request.. Doctor and the YN is a couple. And they have as all couples a fight (with words, arguments etc). In fit of a moment YN leaves (they were in her hometown). And there is some sad period, as both (Doctor and YN) are two proud to go first to apologize, but they miss each other . It is up to Yaz and others to solve the problem. End is happy and fluff. Is it okay?

Here you go, love. I hope you like it.

“Why do you always have to do this?” you shouted across the console, “why do you always have to make this a bigger issue than it is?”

“Because it is a big issue,” she snapped, “it matters.”

You growled, spinning away from her. You turned to the others, noting the awkwardness hanging in the air. You spun back towards the Doctor, not realising how close she was to you. You recoiled, trying not to run into her.

“When you’ve regained your senses, come find me,” you said.

You turned away and stomped out of the TARDIS. You ignored the odds looks you got from the people around you. You stormed off, not bothering to glance back to see if any of the others were following you. You didn’t want to know.

You were seeing red, the anger still thrumming through your veins. You saw one of your neighbours walking down the road. You crossed to the other side of the road, giving a perfunctory wave. You ducked down one of the alleys, taking the shortcut to your place.

“Hey love, been a while since we’ve seen you around these parts,” your other neighbour said when you pushed open the gate to your house.

He was standing in the yard, hose in hand. You watched the trickle of water for a moment then rolled your eyes.

“Been staying with some friends,” you said, pulling your keys out of your pocket.

You sighed when you saw your earphones tangled up with them. You tried to untangle them, getting more frustrated with each passing second. Your neighbour was watching you, the hose drooping.

“Going to be leaving again?” she asked.

You tried not to roll your eyes again. You hated this neighbour, always playing the TV too loud, acting superior, being a little too sleazy for your taste.

“Most likely,” you said.

You shook your keys free and inserted it into your lock. You pushed the door open, giving him a nod. You slammed the door closed, leaning back on it with a sigh.

You could still feel the anger coursing through your body but already you were missing the Doctor. You wanted her, wanted to run back to the TARDIS and apologise for shouting at her. You knew you were right, that she was making a mountain out of a molehill, but you wanted her back. You were pathetic.

You moved further into your house, ignoring the dust covering the surface of the tables. Your mail was in a pile on the floor that you had to step over. You went to turn the kettle on, remembering how often your mother told you tea could make anyone feel better.

You sunk into the chair at the table, your head in your hands. Which is where Ryan found you hours later.

It was the early hour of the morning. Your tea was stone cold and you were shivering in the cool air. You heard the front door open but couldn’t muster up the energy to care. It wasn’t going to be the Doctor. You were worried you’d gone too far this time.

“What are you doing?” Ryan asked.

You sighed, not sure how to answer. You heard the chair across from you scrape along the floor. You tried not to wince. He took the mug from your hands, putting it aside.

“You’re freezing,” he said.

“Am I?” you asked.

“Just go talk to her,” he said, standing up to put the kettle on again.

“You know I can’t,” you said, shaking your head.

“Why not?” he asked, “I know you don’t want to apologise, but you obviously miss her.”

“I’m not apologising,” you snapped. He held up his hands in surrender.

“She misses you too,” he said, “she’s stomping around the TARDIS, refusing to talk to anyone, snapping at anyone who interrupts her.”

“So?” you asked.

“You’re both being stubborn,” he said.

He made you another cup of tea, setting it down in front of you. You wrapped your hands around it, breathing in the steam. You hadn’t realised just how cold you were until some warmth began to enter your body again.

“I’m not apologising,” you said again, feeling like a child.

“You don’t have to,” he said, “just come back.”

“She should apologise to me,” you said.

He shrugged.

“Why did she send you?” you asked.

“She didn’t,” he replied.

“Not the Doctor,” you said, “Yaz.”

“She thinks you’re both being stupid.”

You chuckled then took a gulp of tea. You closed your eyes for a moment, still seeing an image of the Doctor behind your eyelids. You opened your eyes to find Ryan hurriedly putting his phone away.

Let’s go for a walk,” he said, standing up.

He grabbed the mug from your hands, dumping it in the sink. You sighed and got up, following him into the front room. He reached over, plucking a coat from the arm of the sofa. He handed it to you and you put it on, waiting for his approval. He steered you out the door.

“Why are we going for a walk at this time?” you asked, following him down the pavement.

“Get the blood flowing,” he said, “get it flowing through the brain to remember things.”

“Remember things?” you asked, raising an eyebrow at him.

“Yeah.” You could tell he was bullshitting you, “helps to talk through feelings and stuff.”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” you asked.

“Let’s go see that pond,” he said, pointing away from you.

“You want to go see the local duck pond at 4am?” you asked, trailing behind him. He didn’t answer.

You stood beside him, looking at the tiny pond. There were no ducks in it, too clogged up with weeds to be of any use. You looked up at Ryan again but he was staring intently at the water. You sighed and looked back at the pond, trying to figure out what he was doing.

“Fancy meeting you two here,” a voice said from behind you.

You turned, already knowing who you would find. Yaz was grinning at you, the Doctor looking down at her feet like a petulant child. You rolled your eyes, not for the last time.

“What a coincidence,” you said, sarcasm lacing your voice.

The Doctor’s head snapped up, her nose scrunching at your tone. You looked over at Yaz but she was staring at Ryan. You looked over at him and he nodded.

“Why are there no ducks here?” the Doctor asked before you could say anything.

“It’s not duck season,” you said, shrugging.

“Ducks are year round,” she said, as if trying to start another fight.

“Not around here,” you said, “we have a duck season and a no duck season. That’s how it’s always been.”

“But why?” she asked.

“I don’t know. I’m not a duck specialist,” you snapped.

You looked around, getting ready to storm off again. Ryan and Yaz had disappeared. You turned back to the Doctor. She was watching you, intense and sad.

“They’re meddling again,” you said, all the wind leaving your sails.

“They mean well,” she said.

You nodded, stepping closer to her. She reached out a hand towards you, lacing her fingers through yours. You weren’t mad anymore, just tired, and you wanted to curl up with her in bed.

“I’m not apologising,” you said.

“I don’t expect you to,” she said.

She lent forward, capturing your lips in a kiss. You pulled her closer, winding your arms around her neck. Her hands settled on your hips, lightly squeezing in a comforting way. She drew away, pressing her forehead against yours.

“I missed you,” she whispered.

“I was only gone for a few hours,” you replied but you couldn’t keep the smile off your face.

“I know,” she said and kissed you again.

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[trbld-writer]

➺ sweet ardor (m)

Pairing: Min Yoongi x female Reader

Genre: some sort of fluff, smut; sugar daddy!au

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, language, public teasing, dom/sub themes, powerplay, dom!Yoongi, rough sex, choking, face fucking, hair pulling, orgasm denial, light bondage and the biggest kink: aftercare

Word count: 7,766 words

Synopsis: You like dicks and you like money. To your luck, Min Yoongi has both.

Note: I always wanted to write a sugar daddy fic, especially after reading @floralseokjin‘s sugar daddy!Hoseok so here it is! A big thank you to @gukvory for giving me the starting and ending sentence, to @kittae, @icedrice, @godsavemefrombts and @probabilitae for being lovely betas, and to all of my friends for hyping me up. I hope you enjoy! As always, feedback is appreciated. 

[masterlist]

Min Yoongi’s dick may be big…

You looked at the hand traveling up your thigh under the table, under the slit of the midnight blue and horrifically expensive dress, and tapping his fingers against the sensitive flesh of your inner thigh. It remained there for a while, tracing patterns and gently squeezing your thighs. He retreated it when the food arrived but as soon as you finished your dessert, it slipped back to its former place, all the while he was conversing with the other guests right across the table. You leaned back against the backrest of the chair, parting your legs to grant him even further access and you licked your lips with a small smile when you saw him smirk as his hand slowly inched higher and higher. Breaths hitching when his finger slowly caressed the front of your delicate lace that barely covered your core.

You tensed, crossing your legs while heat shot up to your cheeks and you hoped that you could blame your flushed skin on the three glasses of wine you had consumed. The corners of his lips quirked up as he looked at you with dark, playful eyes and it was then when you finally shot out of your daze and diverted your attention to the conversation taking place.

You tried to answer the middle aged lady’s questions as well as you could, being mistaken for his very young wife because of the shining ring on your finger.

“Oh no, we’re not married. She’s my girlfriend.”

Actually, you weren’t even his friend. He paid for your company. Your dress, jewelry, your shoes.

Min Yoongi. One of Seoul’s top lawyers and your sugar daddy.

Money was never a big problem in your family. You weren’t rich, but your family supported you as much as they could and with your job as a bartender at one of the fanciest hotels, you could pay your rent, pay off part of your college tuition, and have a nice meal three days a week. You couldn’t complain about finances.

However, one thing you could complain about was the lack of sex and friendly company you had in your life. You weren’t one to sleep around much but you surely had some former friends (with benefits) who you’d call up when you’re really desperate. But you wanted something new, exciting, something you’ve never done before.

So in a matter of minutes, you had signed up for a sugar daddy website and were now scrolling through the possible candidates, opting for the younger range of rich men. After a while it got repetitive, the young company heirs or CEO's not really catching your interest in your sleep deprived state.

You’d forgotten about the website after some days, ignoring the messages of sleazy men who definitely were not interested in just some friendly company. But when you got a message at work from someone called Min Yoongi, who introduced himself friendly and politely, your interest was peaked.

Arriving home, the first thing you did was look at his profile. Luckily, he had a picture on it and you bit your lip. His dyed dark blond hair was falling into his face, the glasses adorning his button nose complimenting his face. His facial structure was defined, cheekbones and jawline sharp, dark, intense eyes and lips stretched into a small smile. Directing your attention away from his looks, you studied his profile further. He was one of Seoul’s top corporate lawyers at the tender age of 32. Right up your alley. His message to you was not long but elaborate enough to give you an idea of what you could expect.

Min Yoongi: Good evening, my name is Min Yoongi. I’ve stumbled upon your profile and besides you being very beautiful, you have peaked my interest. Like you, I wanted to try out something new so here I am. I am not one for relationships nor for the friends with benefits. I would love to have some pleasant company to talk to, to spend time with, in any way you’d like. I would love to get to know you further if you are interested. If that is not the case, I wish you a good day.

Your heart thumped in your chest at his demeanor. He was respectful, rich, good-looking and just as bored and lonely as you are. What more could you want?

You: Good evening, Mr. Min. I apologize for the nightly bother. My name is Y/N Y/L/N and after looking at your profile, I am interested in getting to know you further just as much. I am not short on money, however, so I am not only interested in that. I just want to try this out and I am looking forward to seeing how it will work out as I’m quite new to this whole ordeal.

You looked over the message multiple times, not wanting to come off as rude before you hit send. Stifling a yawn, you now felt sleep tugging at your limbs as you turned off your laptop and slowly walked to the bathroom to take off your makeup and fall into a deep slumber.

You had messaged back and forth for a week, exchanging mutual interests and personal information, when he suggested meeting up. You were sure that he would be the perfect sugar daddy for you. Silently giggling at the name, you thought about how you would look just like any other couple having a date since he wasn’t that much older than you, nor did he look much older.

He had told you a date, time and place to meet up to which you could only agree since it was your day, or night, off.

You had dressed up in the nicest dress you could find. The burgundy colored fabric swept over your chest and shoulders, not showing much cleavage and ending above your knees. Then again, the back was low cut, showing off your smooth skin. He’d insisted on getting a cab for you so after you finished touching up your makeup and your hair before you grabbed your clutch, put on your heels and took a thin scarf with you to wait for the car.

When you arrived and told the waitress your name, her already dazzling smile widened and she guided you to a secluded table where your date had already been waiting for you. Your breath hitched when he stood up, buttoning up his blazer as he thanked the waitress and diverted his gaze back to you. He smiled and took your hand, lifting it up to his plush lips before pressing down a gentle kiss to it. When he straightened up again and opened his mouth, you felt your cheeks and your lower abdomen heat up.

“I’m glad you could come, Y/N,” he murmured, loud enough for you to hear and send shivers down your spine. You regained your composure and smiled, thanking him for the invitation. His smile widened and he walked around you to pull out the chair and push it closer to the table when you were seated.

“I certainly didn’t think that it could be possible for you to be even more stunning, but I was wrong. You look amazing.” You felt heat rush to your cheeks at the compliment and thanked him while looking down on your lap.

“I can only say the same. You look like you just jumped out of a magazine,” you chuckled and licked your lips.

He really did. While he looked different from his profile picture, he still looked incredibly handsome. His gray hair was pushed back, revealing his forehead and he opted for a light blue button up, two buttons undone, along with a black suit jacket that accentuated his shoulders. His skin was glowing as if he had submerged his face into a pot of hot gold. His eyes were adorned with some light eyeshadow and his strong brows quirked as he noticed your wandering gaze.

“Enjoying the view?”

You inhaled sharply, the heat on your cheeks not subsiding as he smirked and leaned back in his chair. His head was tilted and his lips were slightly parted as he took your figure in. Your dress hugged your body, revealing just the right amount of skin. His gaze wandered over your neck to your face, framed by your hair. Your makeup was not too much, not too little. Your eyes were sparkling in the dim lights of the restaurant and he found himself more infatuated with you already.

You studied the menu the waitress had brought and your eyes nearly bulged out at the prices, even of the simpler meals. ‘Must be some fancy ingredient,’ you thought and pursed your lips in thought.

“Don’t worry about the price.” His gravelly voice sent chills through your body and you nodded, ordering a filet mignon with roasted vegetables on the side.

Yoongi had already ordered a bottle of Dom Perignon which was placed in a silver bucket filled with ice next to your table. You took a sip, feeling the liquid run down your throat pleasantly as you licked your lips again. Nervous fingers were tapping against the surface of the table, fleeting gazes and soft voices were exchanged.

An hour later, you had finished your food and the bottle of champagne and settled on more informal speech. Yoongi was holding your hand, thumb stroking over your skin as he spoke about what he likes to do in his little spare time. His cheeks were slightly flushed and you smiled as you listened intently to his preferences in music, food, art. His eyes were glazed over with slight adoration when you started talking about your personal life, your job, your taste in music and art.

The date had ended too quickly for both you and him but the night was bound to end when he called the waitress to bring the bill, not letting you see.

“Money is my part to take care of. Don’t worry about it.”

When he called a cab for you, he reached into his jacket to take out a small envelope.

“Thank you for tonight. In here, there are 400 dollars and my phone number. Text me when you get home safely and I’ll see you next time. Have a good night, Y/N,” he mumbled and kissed your hand again as the cab arrives. He was quick to open the door for you to get inside as he leaned forward to tell the driver to “get this lovely young lady home safely”, to which he only laughed and reassured him that he would.

“Thank you, Yoongi. I had a wonderful time.” You shot him a bright smile as you got into the cab, adjusting your dress and closing the door while giving your address to the cab driver. Driving off, you looked back to see him standing on the sidewalk with a small smile playing on his lips as he turned around to what you assumed was his car and drove off as well.

When you got to your place that night, having shrugged off your shoes and taken off your dress, you lounged around in your lingerie, punching Yoongi’s number into your phone. Checking the money to realize that there were indeed 400 bucks in your hand, you quickly texted him to assure him of your safety before hopping into the shower.

In the following weeks, you’d texted back and forth, meeting up whenever both your schedules would allow it. One night, he and his friends and work partners decided to celebrate a successful month at the bar you worked at, taking you by surprise. Yoongi was usually quite reserved and polite in your presence and seeing him loosening up and ordering rounds of shots had your insides warming. You could tell he could hold his liquor quite well, the only hint being his glossy, blown out eyes and the blush adorning his soft cheeks.

He sat on one of the bar stools, leaning a little over the counter as he took in your figure. He’d ditched the glasses for the night, letting your attention shift more to his eyes than usual. They had a unique shape, dark, sparkling irises as if there were stars trapped inside them as he looked at you fondly.

“What can I get you? More shots or are you done for the night?” You chuckled and waved your hand in front of his face. He shook his head and ordered an old-fashioned, keeping his gaze on you as he took sip after sip.

“You look amazing.”

You blushed a little, glad about the dim lights. “Yoongi, I’ve been wearing my work clothes for hours. I feel like death itself. And you’re tipsy.”

He propped his elbow on the counter, letting his head rest heavily on his hand as he smiled at you. His eyes were glazed over, glossy from the alcohol and his cheeks were flushed in a beautiful shade of crimson.

“I don’t care what you’re wearing. You always look beautiful,” he mumbled and rubbed his eyes slowly after taking a look at the Rolex around his slim wrist. It was then you paid attention to his hands. His fingers were long, not too thin or thick and the visible veins stretching over the back of his hand continued on his forearm, disappearing in the rolled up sleeve of his black button up.

“When does your shift end, lovely?”

Your breath hitched in your throat at the term of endearment and you stammered out, “I-in 20 minutes.”

“Alright. I’ll wait and have you driven home.”

“Yoongi, you don’t-“

“No complaints. I wanna make sure you get home safely. I know you’d be walking home alone and I don’t want anything to happen to you, especially when those sleazy brats over there notice you leaving,” he said authoritatively and you looked across the room to see three young men watching you with wide smirks that were plastered on their face, clearly having consumed some liquid confidence to stare at you so bluntly. You heaved out a sigh and directed your gaze back to Yoongi.

“Fine.”

“Good girl.”

It then became a regular habit for him to visit you at work after he finished, just to check up on you and get you home, maybe have a drink prepared by your skilled hands. He would sit at the counter with his sleeves rolled up and his hair disheveled, the bags under his eyes an indication of rough days as he looked at you while drinking his old-fashioned. He would leave a horrendously high tip, telling you to keep it as a payment for keeping him company on those lonely nights.

Your ‘dates’ with Yoongi had started quite tame, going to cafés and restaurants, sometimes even a little walk in the park on his lunch break. He was timid, careful, only reaching out to let his hand rest at the small of your back when someone walked by and he didn’t want you to bump into them or gently pulling you back by your wrist when you went shopping and didn’t look both sides before crossing the street. Soon enough, he got a little more confident the more you got to know each other. He would hold your hand when walking from his office to a nearby place to get lunch or place a gentle kiss on your cheek when you were dropped off at your apartment after your last shift of the week.

Usually, it wasn’t him driving but today, when your shift ended, he took your hand and guided you outside to his car. He opened the door for you to get in and smiled when you started touching the soft seats and looked around the interior.

“Do you like it?” He started the engine and started driving off. You could only nod, now feeling sleep wash over you as you let out a yawn. Yoongi’s gaze softened when he saw your eyes closed, your head leaning against the window, and your lips slightly parted. It was a rough night. Deep in thought, he forgot about dropping you off at your apartment because hell, you looked adorable even when sleeping, and he really didn’t want to wake you up.

When you opened your eyes, you were met with soft silky sheets, the soft sound of rain, and a shirt that wasn’t yours on your body. For a split second, you thought you had been so drunk that you couldn’t remember going home with somebody but then it came back to you. Yoongi had been driving you home after work but you fell asleep and now you were here. You rolled around the king sized bed, taking in the simple interior and the familiar smell of Yoongi’s cologne when it hit you that you were in his bedroom.

Getting out of the incredibly comfortable bed, you stretched and let out a small yawn when you heard footsteps approaching. Yoongi appeared and smiled at you. He was dressed in black sweats and a white t-shirt, similar to the one you were wearing. His hair was messy and his eyes were still glazed over with sleepiness.

“Good morning. I hope you aren’t too shocked to be here. You were sleeping so peacefully last night, I didn’t want to wake you up. I hope you don’t mind,” he mumbled and his voice was even raspier than usual, sending electricity through you. Your mind was still a little hazy and you could only think about the shirt you were wearing, its smell so familiar and rich.

“It’s fine, thank you. I-Is this your shirt?” you stammered and blushed lightly, tugging on the hem and you then realized that this shirt barely covered your butt. Yoongi chuckled and rubbed the back of his neck.

“Yeah. But don’t worry, I didn’t have any ulterior motives while undressing you. You just seemed very uncomfortable in your work clothes so…” His voice trailed off and when you looked up, you could see a light shade of cherry on his cheeks as he looked to the side. Your heart warmed and you silently thanked him for being so attentive and caring. Your head tilted to the side curiously.

“Shouldn’t you be at work right now? What about your clients?” you asked, fiddling with the hem of the shirt.

“Today is one of my few days off. I figured that we could go out to get some breakfast if you’d like? There’s a really nice café right across the street, they serve the softest pancakes you’ve ever eaten.”

That’s how it went for weeks. Yoongi coming by to pick you up from work and taking you to his or your place. Growing more comfortable around each other, you’d often sit on his lap with his arm wrapped around his waist while watching a movie. He’d occasionally even kiss your shoulder or your knuckles, making you blush. Or he’d have his head on your lap with you massaging his scalp to take his thoughts off a stressful day. Or he’d visit you at work and stare at you in awe when there was a full house and you’d have to slide from side to side to prepare drinks for various customers. Your bank account was filled with more money over the course of two months than what you’d made in the past year.

Occasionally, he’d send you gifts in the form of jewelry, clothes, or books he thought you’d like and you couldn’t say you didn’t. Even if you knew that he was only paying you for keeping him company and going out with him, you felt comfortable around him and would even consider him as a friend. He’d given you advice on lots of personal things and you’d be lying if you said you weren’t thankful for having someone older and more experienced in life as a friend.

However, the sexual tension between you has increased rapidly. On occasion, his hand would go from your waist to lightly grip your ass whenever you would go out. Hell, he’d even do it when you were on the couch while watching some shitty rom-com. And even if it wasn’t necessarily part of your relationship to him to have sex, you’d already discussed your do’s and don’t’s. Just in case. You were surprised about how much you and Yoongi had in common not only in terms of art and music but also about what riled you up. You had even gotten tested together. Your anticipation for the time you’d have sex with him rose with every passing day.

Snapping back to reality, you let out a shaky sigh when his middle finger started rubbing slow circles on your clit and you felt yourself getting wetter and wetter. You were sure he’d feel it too. Yoongi leaned over to you and his hot breath fanned over your ear, sending goosebumps all over your skin. He kissed the spot right below your ear and smirked when you shuddered visibly.

“I’m sorry for keeping you here so long. We’ll get home soon so let’s have a little fun until then. What do you think, princess?”

You could only nod, not trusting your voice as he scooted a little closer to you and put a little more pressure on your clit. You willingly opened your legs a little more and bit your lip. Good thing the tablecloth was long enough to cover your legs and what Yoongi was doing between them. He carried on with the conversation across the table as if nothing happened while you sucked in a deep breath when he pushed your flimsy panties (that he also bought for you, by the way) aside. Air hit your exposed core just for a few seconds before he slowly pushed a finger inside you. You sat up straight in your chair, suddenly having all eyes on you.

You smiled and excused yourself from the table, heading to the restrooms, pretending to not feel well. You knew Yoongi would follow you so you swayed your hips a little more than usual.

Touching up your lipstick, you heard someone come into the room. You saw him in the reflection of the mirror and you turned around, only to be picked up and set on the counter, your ass just mere centimeters away from the sink. Yoongi got between your legs and looked into your eyes, blown out with lust before he leaned forward to kiss you feverishly. You grabbed his shoulders, one hand sliding up to grip his hair.

“Do you know how long I wanted to do this?” he panted. He leaned his forehead against yours and one corner of his lips quirked upwards before he pecked your lips again.

“What have you been waiting for?” you whimpered as he slid his hands under your dress again, bunching up the soft fabric at your hips. He shrugged and placed gentle kisses on your neck and shoulder.

“I don’t know. I guess I didn’t want to rush anything. And I still don’t want to.”

His fingers hooked into your panties and he slowly slid the fabric down your thighs, stuffing it into his pocket so no one could see it. He then bent down, parting your legs even further and tracing a finger along your already glistening slit. You scooted forward a little to give him better access and he let out a chuckle at your neediness, slowly inching his fingers along your thighs.

“You’re so ready for me, aren’t you?”

He looked up to your flushed face and you nodded. Yoongi smirked and kissed your skin, starting from your knees, up to your hipbone as he relished in your shaky whimpers. Your skin heated up even more and you whined when he didn’t put his plush lips where you wanted. He kept teasing you, switching to your other leg while slowly rubbing your clit.

“Y-Yoongi, please,” you mewled and tilted your head back, closing your eyes as he slowly pushed one of his long fingers inside you.

“Will you be a good girl for me?” he mumbled against your inner thigh before sucking a small hickey. His finger slowly moved in and out of you, coating it with your arousal.

“Yes, S-Sir.” You deemed the name to be appropriate and it flowed naturally from your lips. He hummed and slowly pushed another finger in, curling them against your walls to find the spot that made your vision go white for a split second. One of your hands grasped the gray strands of his soft hair and when you let out a loud whine against the hand you’d clasped on your mouth to prevent anyone from hearing, his smirk widened in victory as he abused the spot. Your brows pulled together and your hips started moving on their own accord against his godsent fingers.

Your walls began to tighten around his fingers when he started lapping his tongue at your clit leisurely, slowly but surely pushing you towards the edge. But right when your moans increased in volume and pitch, he pulled away, leaving you high and dry. You let out a soft whine, trying to pull him close by his hair but he wouldn’t have it. He got up and quickly pecked your pouty lips.

“I’ll reward you when we get home, princess.” His deep voice made you shiver, along with the promise. He held his finger up to your lips and you made quick work of lapping at them, wrapping your lips around the digits as you moaned at the taste of your arousal. His mouth quirked and he pulled his fingers away to replace them with his lips, not caring about having lipstick all over them. His tongue swiped over your bottom lip and you whimpered as you parted your lips. His tongue moved over yours lightly, circling around it and you tried to clench your thighs but Yoongi was between them, smirking.

He parted from you, panting softly. His eyes were hazy with lust and he gave you one last, slow kiss. Stepping back, he held out his hand to help you get down.

“Yoongi, can you give me my-“

“Nope.”

“I’m serious, I’ll stain my dre-“

“So what? I’ll buy you a new one. Please, for me. Do you feel uncomfortable?” He tilted his head, eyes full of understanding. You shakily got down from the counter and fixed your dress, checking for any stains and smoothing down the slight wrinkles.

“N-No, not really. But I don’t want to ruin this dress, it’s so pretty and I’m scared someone’s gonna see..”

“You won’t, I promise. We won’t be here for too long because I really, really need you,” he mumbled and you shot a quick look to his crotch, where his cock strained against the dress pants. He let out a hiss when you slowly palmed him, feeling him throb slightly while you let out a sigh.

“Fine, don’t make me wait too long.”

“I won’t. Let’s go. Don’t forget to keep up your act,” he chuckled and quickly washed away the lipstick from his face and fingers before taking your hand and kissing your cheek.

You walked out of the bathroom, earning a few looks but you both smiled as you arrived at your table, soon bidding farewell and excusing yourself again for not feeling well. The elderly couple chuckled in understanding and you shook their hands with an apologetic smile before you left the fancy dinner.

The ride home was filled with anticipation, the hand on your inner thigh having you painfully alert of the heat pooling between your legs as Yoongi calmly drove to his apartment. His hand only left your body when he got out of the car to open the door for you. His smile gave you a wave of security and comfort as you shakily stepped out, taking his hand again.

As soon as you stepped into the apartment, his gravelly voice reached your ears with the command to go to his bedroom, strip down to the lingerie he’d bought you and wait on your knees on the floor. You squeaked out a “Yes, Sir” before quickly walking off to his bedroom, your hips swaying more than usual. Yoongi walked into the kitchen, getting a glass of water and a straw before he got into the bathroom, taking out one of his bathbombs and setting it on the edge of the bathtub.

When he walked into the room, a smirk played on his lips at the sight of you, in the beautiful light pink lacy bra he’d bought you a few weeks ago, your dress draped over the chair at his desk. He leaned against the doorframe after setting down the glass of water on the nightstand, humming contently at you being so submissive, not even daring to look at him. He spoke as he crossed his arms in front of his chest.

“Look at me, princess. Let me see that pretty face.”

You hesitantly raised your gaze to look at his dark eyes, irises almost disappearing with his pupils blown out like that. You bit your lip to keep yourself from whimpering and he certainly noticed, walking in long strides towards you. He gently pulled on your bottom lip to release it.

“Don’t ever hold back your sounds, do you understand? I wanna hear you at all times.”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Safeword?”

“Ginger, Sir.”

Yoongi hummed and tilted his head, taking in your already flushed face, down to your neck and chest before his gaze went down to your crotch. His smirk widened as he saw your thighs glistening with your slick and he reached between your legs, parting them a little more. You let out a quiet whimper when he cupped your mound and found his fingertips coated with a glistening layer of arousal. He made quick work of your bra, unclasping it expertly before throwing it over his shoulder.

“Lay on the bed and put your hands up.” He undid his tie and opened two buttons of his dress shirt to let his collarbones appear. You obeyed, letting Yoongi lean over you as his hand quickly tied your wrists together while his lips were busy kissing along your jaw.

You let out mewls when he started gripping your waist and sucking hickeys along your neck, leaving you marked in pretty hues of purple and red. His hands slid down your sides to your hips. His thumbs massaged your hipbones while he kissed you, tongues circling around each other. The small noises that left your lips were swallowed by his own and he parted from you. Yoongi watched you with hazy eyes and bit his lip when you spread your legs, showing your glossy arousal. Begging silently.

“You’re already so needy while I haven’t even started yet, princess.”

You didn’t think it was possible for his voice to go an octave lower and you whined, wanting him closer. He stepped back to watch you writhe under his dark gaze. Adrenaline rushed through his veins at the thought of finally having you. Pleasuring you. Ravishing you. Yoongi bit his lip and hovered over you, leaving open mouthed kisses along your neck and collarbone. When his lips reached your chest, one of his hands reached up to massage your breast in slow, steady movements while his tongue flicked against your sensitive nipple, teeth grazing it to gently tug on it.

Time wasn’t a concept with Yoongi, it has never been. You don’t know how long it’s been since he’s settled himself between your legs that were covered in hickeys, with your hands grasping the soft strands of his hair. You don’t know how many orgasms he’s denied, leaving your core throbbing and swollen. The only thing you knew was that you were covered in sweat, whining and trashing in his hold, begging for him to give you that sweet, sweet release. The lower half of his face and his fingers, along with the sheets underneath you were covered in your juices as he parts from you. He licked his digits clean and wiped his lips, smirking at your whimpers.

“You look so pretty like this. You did so well, I’m proud of you. I think it’s time for your reward.”

You tried to sit up, forcing your wobbling limbs to move. You watched him taking off his jacket, putting it on the chair over your dress. His long fingers then started working on the buttons of his shirt. A needy whine left your lips at the sight.

“Yes, princess?” he asked, one perfectly shaped eyebrow raised. You gulped, trying to find your voice as you spoke quietly.

“M-May I he-help with that, S-Sir?”

He smirked and motioned for you to get on the edge of the bed to help him. You reached up with shaky hands, undoing button by button and unveiling smooth soft skin. Your mouth watered and you licked your lips as he shrugged off the fabric and threw it next to the bed. He closed his eyes with a small sigh as your tied hands ran over his hot skin. Leaving a trail of goosebumps all over his torso, you slightly scraped your nails against the dips of his abdomen and chest. A hand snaked its way into your hair and gently tugged on it.

“Enough of that. Take off those pants for me.”

“Yes, Sir.”

You made quick work of the button and zipper, both of you too impatient to take it slow. He stepped out of them and nodded when you slowly hooked your fingers into the waistband of his boxers, eyes hazing over in anticipation. He’d been hard since the dinner, a small wet patch in the front visible. His erection sprung out, the tip leaking precum. You pulled the boxers down and after he stepped out of them as well, his grip on your hair tightened to tilt your head back.

You stuck out your tongue, leaving kitten lips along the tip and lapping up the precum that’s gathered there. His sharp eyes watched your every move as your sinful lips wrapped around his girth and slowly moved along his cock. He slowly guided them down his length and you let out a slight gagging sound as the tip hit the back of your throat but he held you there, your nose brushing against his pelvic bone. After a few more excruciating seconds, he pulled you off, watching you gasp for air, chest heaving. He repeated the motion a few more times before gently grasping your jaw to hold it open as he started thrusting into your mouth harshly and relishing in the sounds you made. Spit was slowly running down your chin while you concentrated on breathing through your nose. Hot tears made their way down your cheeks.

Looking up through your lashes that were decorated with tears, the pain you felt in your throat was worth the sight. Yoongi’s brows were furrowed as he struggled to keep his eyes trained on you, sweat rolling down his neck and chest. His lips were slightly parted to let out the lowest groans and whines. You felt the waves of arousal wash over your body, your pussy throbbing at how his head lolled back, exposing the thick vein on his neck as it took all of his self-control to pull your lips off his cock and not cum all over your innocent looking face.

“You did so well, princess.” He reached his hand out to gently wipe away the spit on your chin, your head leaning into his touch and skin flushing at the praise.

“Get on the bed, on your hands and knees. I wanna see how much you want my cock inside you.”

You scrambled onto the silken sheets, getting on all fours as well as you could with your tied hands when you felt the bed dip behind you. Yoongi settled himself on his knees behind you and spread your ass cheeks, only to be greeted with your arousal slowly dripping down on the sheets and making your thighs glimmer. His lips quirked up into a wide smirk as he slipped two fingers inside you, emitting a lewd squelch when he moved them slowly. He bit his lip to hide the giddy grin, even if you couldn’t see it. He was the reason why you were pushing back onto his fingers, little whimpers leaving your lips.

He snapped out of his daze and retreated his fingers. Getting a condom, he quickly ripped open the package and rolled the rubber on his length with a sucked in breath before he settled behind you again and rubbing his cock along your soaked folds. You pushed back against him, desperate for any attention your pussy could get but you squeaked when his palm hit your buttock, the sound ringing throughout the room. He kept rubbing himself against you to lube himself up, occasionally pushing between your butt cheeks.

After keeping the teasing up for a while, he grabbed your ass with one hand while the other grabbed his cock, slowly pushing into you and savoring the tight heat that was your walls. Your head rolled forward as you closed your eyes and let out a drawn out moan that ended in a whimper when he bottomed out. A hand was sneaking along your back to get a tight grip on your hair, making your back arch almost painfully as you adjusted to his size.

The pain was worth it as he started moving, the tip of his cock grazing your g-spot just right as he angled his thrusts. Your lips were parted, groans leaving them as he picked up his pace. Soon enough, his hips were smacking against your ass bruisingly and he leaned over you to slowly put his hand on your throat. You gasped, the pleasure getting overwhelming as you grew slightly lightheaded from his grip around your throat and his sharp thrusts that had you clenching around him, your orgasm getting closer and closer. You could taste the high on your tongue but Yoongi abruptly stopped thrusting.

"Don't cum, princess. Not yet," he panted and caressed your back as he leaned back up. You let out a loud whine of incoherent words, not being able to think straight as you felt tears brimming in your eyes of being so close to your climax but have it denied again. He leaned forward again, pressing assuring kisses along your spine and muttering praises that had you keening under his lips. You wanted to drink in all of them and get drunk off them, feeling the adrenaline rush through your veins as he gripped your hair tighter and pulled you up, flush against his chest.

His hand left your hair to wrap around your throat again, squeezing lightly while the other one snaked down your body, between your trembling legs to rub slow circles onto your swollen clit that was aching to be touched. He ground up against you so deliciously that you felt like passing out, tears streaming down your face as you felt your high approaching again.

"Sir, p-please, I n-need to-o cu-um," you whined, voice breaking at the last syllable and to your luck, Yoongi showed mercy as he nudged your legs apart further and lifted his hand to start spanking your engorged clit lightly.

"Cum for me, princess. You deserve it. Cum on my cock," he murmured into your ear, the encouraging tone of his raspy voice sending you over the edge. You choked out a sob as your orgasm washed over you, pleasure running through your veins and if it wasn't for Yoongi's hold around your waist, you would've doubled over onto your restrained hands.

Your eyes were closed tightly and your hands shot up to wrap around his wrist as your vision went blank and your lips parted in a moan that probably could've been heard by all of his neighbors but you couldn't care less as you trembled in his hold. He kept thrusting harshly, riding out your high while chasing his own.

It took him a few more thrusts into your throbbing, clenching pussy before his hips stuttered and he groaned into the crook of your neck as he released into the condom, slowing down to ride out his high but not wanting to overstimulate you too much. His hand released your throat and tightly gripped your restrained ones as he slowly laid you down on the bed while pressing his lips on your shoulder and neck, murmuring worships into your ear that you took in with a hazy smile. After a few seconds of calming down, he pulled out of you with a small sigh. You whined at the empty feeling while he quickly discarded the condom before walking back to the bed and smiling at your blissed out state.

Yoongi climbed back on the bed, gently turning you onto your back and making quick work of the tie around your wrists, the fabric now drenched in your sweat. He kissed your wrists and caressed them with his fingers to make sure you weren't hurt.

"Can you talk, princess?" His gruff voice reached your ears and you opened your eyes to look at his disheveled appearance. The ends of his hair were soaked in sweat, some of it even dripping down before he quickly pushed it up. His lips were swollen and red from biting them so much and his skin was flushed in a subtle shade of red while his dark eyes locked with yours, worry more than evident.

You croaked out your response, eyes widening while he chuckled and gently pulled you closer to lean against his shoulder in a more upright position.

He handed you the glass of water from the nightstand, putting a straw in it before holding it in front of your face. You opened your mouth and let out a pleased moan, along with closing your eyes when you felt the cool liquid run down your used throat, cooling down your body as a whole. Yoongi smoothed his hand over your hair, kissing your forehead lovingly as he watched you down almost the whole glass. You released the straw with a hum and smiled sleepily at him.

"Better now?"

"Y-Yes. Much better. Though I still sound like an 80-year old lady who smoked too many cigarettes," you mumbled and grinned at the hearty laugh that left Yoongi.

"That'll settle soon. Now, how about I run a nice warm bath for you and get you cleaned up?"

The spark in your eyes and the vigorous nod was enough for him to tell you to be a good girl and wait while he almost sprinted into the bathroom, letting in the warm water and dumping the bathbomb into it. While it dissolved, he went back to pick you up bridal style and set you down at the edge of the bathtub carefully, chuckling as you whimpered at the feeling of your still sensitive core against the cold tub. When Yoongi decided that the water has cooled down enough, he grabbed your hand and slowly guided you into the tub, careful not to let you slip before stepping inside as well and settling behind you. With your back against his chest, he slowly leaned back a little, letting you relax at the feeling of his hands caressing your skin. He gave your shoulders a quick massage and started getting you cleaned up.

After he tenderly rubbed you down with a nice smelling body wash and massaged your scalp with some shampoo, Yoongi had taken off your makeup and lotioned you up, taking his time and paying special attention to your butt, throat, and wrists. He put moisturizer on your face that was dry from the tears you’d cried during intercourse, lightly massaging your jaw and put some on your neck as well. His caring nature didn’t change at all and it had your chest buzzing pleasantly as he kissed your nose and told you to wait on the bed while he quickly put on boxers and a shirt. He walked over to the closet to get panties and one of his shirts for you. He slipped them on your body quickly, smiling warmly as you made yourself comfortable under the blanket.

“Do you want anything to eat? Tea? More water?”

“I’m good, thank you. I just want to sleep right now,” you murmured, your speech already slurred with fatigue and he chuckled, slipping under the covers to join you. His arm wrapped around your waist and he pulled you closer. Your hand slipped over his and in your sleepy state, you interlaced your fingers as his lips found your marked up neck again, pressing a soft kiss on the skin.

“Good night, Y/N.”

“Good night, Yoongi, and thanks for tonight.”

“You’re welcome, princess. Anytime.”

His last words were drowned out as you were already drifting off into the deepest sleep you’d had in the last months.

When you woke up, you felt a dull ache clouding your whole body that was quickly replaced by a flush of heat as you remembered the last night’s activities and you looked down at your legs to see them covered in love bites. You smiled and looked over to your side, only to find it empty as the sun shone through the window, illuminating Yoongi’s already heavenly bedroom even more. Your gaze shifted to the nightstand where a sleek envelope was placed with a bright yellow sticky note and Yoongi’s small handwriting.

‘Last night was incredible, thank you. I’m sorry that I had to leave you alone in my apartment but I’ll be back soon, so let’s get some breakfast if you’d like?’

You smiled at his thoughtfulness and allowed yourself to peek into the envelope, only to find 4,000 dollars in cash. A gasp escaped your lips and you double, triple checked to make sure that you really had this sum in your hands. You knew that this amount probably was close to nothing for Yoongi since this was approximately the total of what you’d made in the last three months. It felt weird getting paid this much for one night. But that’s how your relationship went. Even if it had grown into a friendship with certain perks. One of them was spending quality time with one of Seoul’s top lawyers. But there was one thing that was always etched into the back of your mind.

Min Yoongi’s dick may be big, but his paycheck was definitely bigger.

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undercover boyfriends

I was planning to write a b99 au that has never fullyy gotten started and when I saw the topics for fic week it kind of morphed into this. I wanna turn this into a full oneshot by coworkers day but I thought this part would work for fake dating. enjoy x

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For Skam Fic Week  

Day 1: accidental/fake dating

Pairing: Evak

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Isak can’t believe he’s in dingy bar on a friday night with Even. Although this isn’t quite how it went in his imagination. Because they’re working. Shadowing some sleazy crook who’s about to make a drug deal in this filthy ass bar. Isak cringed in revulsion when he and Even sat down next to each other at the bar and he leaned on it. It was so sticky. And Isak’s not a neat guy. If he’s disgusted with a place you can be damn sure it’s revolting.

Despite the state of the place, it’s crowded. Isak keeps shooting glances at the guy they’re tailing, who is sitting right next to them, and he knows he’s being too obvious. He’s usually much better at his job, but it’s just easier to look at the criminal than to look at Even who keeps smiling broadly at him while he’s trying to engage in conversation.

Even is leaning into him and Isak forgets to breathe for a moment, but Even just whispers in his ear: “Stop being so obvious Isak, you’re way too tense.”

But Isak is just looking at the guy again who is now looking at them suspiciously. Shit. They’re fucking up so badly. They look too much like cops. Why is he wearing a shirt? He should’ve just worn his favorite grey hoodie. Even has seen the guy eyeing them suspiciously.

“Sorry for the whispering. My boyfriend’s just a little tense, and I didn’t think you’d appreciate hearing exactly how I plan to get him to relax later.” Even tells the guy.

What did he just say? Isak things he must have misheard him but Even backs up his words by putting his hand on Isak’s leg and running it up and down his thigh. Now this is just plain rude. Isak swallows loudly. He’s staring at Even with his lips slightly parted. Okay, that’s probably working for them since he looks slightly turned on and Even just pretended to be telling him what he was going to do to him and… Fuck, he should definitely not linger on that.

“Sorry about that,” Even is whispering in his ear again. “Just calm down, will you.”

Even keeps up a flirty conversation with him. That’s not exactly unusual for him but this time Isak can’t shut him down because they’re pretending to be boyfriends. This is just so bad. He’s smiling back at Even, and letting himself blush at his compliments, while chanting ‘this is fake, this is fake’ in his head. He’s trying to remain stoic inside, but it’s so hard.

The guy seems to be buying it though since he stops looking at them. And when he slips away from the bar to the restrooms Isak and Even follow him quietly. He’s not even looking back. They’ve got some trouble making it through the crowds and Even grabs Isak hand and entwines their fingers to pull him along. Why is he doing that? The guy can’t even see them. It’s making Isak lose whatever remains of his focus and he nearly stumbles over someone when they make it to the restroom. And fuck, the guy turned around and is looking at them. He’s definitely suspicious now. Isak is trying to come up with a plan on the spot when he feels Even back him up and press him against a support column.

Isak has no idea how he got himself into this mess. One minute he’s on an undercover assignment with Even, trying to fend of his meaningless flirting with his usual dose of hostility and grumpiness, and the next thing he knows Even’s got his lips pressed firmly against Isak’s own. Even’s hand is curled into Isak’s hair, and Isak is just so shocked he doesn’t even get the chance to close his eyes. All he can think is ‘soft, soft, soft’ before Even has pulled back, leaving Isak with a dumbfounded expression on his face, and with a heart beating so fast he can feel his pulse running all throughout his body.

“Do you think he bought that?” Even asks Isak in a low voice. He is staring at Isak intently. “Are you feeling alright?”

And what is Isak supposed to say to that. He can keep up his usual pretense and say he’s fine. Of course he is. He doesn’t like Even. That’s what he’s been pretending and that’s the story he’s sticking to. He doesn’t have it in him to lie though, because he’s been dreaming of kissing Even for months. He’s not entirely sure he didn’t just hallucinate the kiss. But it was much better than in his imagination so he’s thinking he didn’t. But it doesn’t matter. It was just to keep their cover. Even doesn’t like him back. And he never will. He doesn’t want to date cops. Isak accepted that. He should probably say something. Why doesn’t his mouth work? Fuck, this is so embarrassing.

He’s still trying to think of something to say when he sees their criminal slip through a backdoor and out into an alley.

“He’s getting away,” Isak says. “Let’s go.” And he pushes Even ahead of him towards the door. When they walk out into the alley they can spot the guy waiting at the end of it. They can’t arrest him before he’s making the deal. Isak can tell he’s turning his head towards them again and before he can second guess himself he’s got even pressed up against the wall and he’s kissing him again. Isak was planning on keeping this kiss chaste but Even is pulling him closer by the belt loops and he’s sucking on his lower lip and honestly what the fuck is happening.

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