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sundaysundaes · 3 years

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Started With A Kiss

Lee Donghyuck/Haechan X Reader | Actor AU, Smut, Fluff, Humor | NC-17 | 10K

Summary: Rookie actor, Lee Haechan, desperately wants to get the lead role in the highly anticipated upcoming TV drama. He’s sure he has what it takes to fill the part. Acting as a hero? No problem. Pretending to overcome his traumatic experience? Consider it done. A bed scene? Easy—wait, no. That might be a problem. But he should be fine as long as he gets to rehearse, right?

Warnings: protected sex, oral sex, crude humor, swearing, literally 10k of sex with very little plot, a lot of playful banters between sassy!hyuck and equally sassy!Y/N

Wrote this for my love Kira @flopim who’s been having a tough time lately. I hope this will cheer you up bb! ❤️

“I want you to make love to me.”

Standing there, still dressed in your bright pink pajamas with your hair resembling a bird’s nest, you can only blink once, twice, and several times more because surely, your ears are playing tricks on you. There’s no way that your best friend, the cutely annoying and annoyingly cute, Lee Haechan—the one who’s been practically glued to your skin like a conjoined twin of yours for the last two years—is asking you to make love to him.

Surely, this is not what you’d expected to see when you opened the door to your apartment, ready to bark at whoever it was who dared to disturb your beauty sleep (since it is seven in the morning on a Sunday), only to see him standing in his blue ripped jeans and black Michael Jackson shirt with his cheeks flushed, his bag hanging loosely on his shoulder, brown eyes desperately begging for your attention.

And you’re most definitely sure that he’s not asking you to sleep with him when you still have drool on the corner of your mouth and a terrible morning breath (in your defense, you have brushed your teeth but that was, like, six hours ago).

But when seconds have passed and Haechan still looks like he badly needs to hear an answer, you have very little options but to ask, “You want me to do what to who now?”

Catching a sniff of your mighty dragon’s breath, he promptly takes a step back, scrunching his nose while frantically covering half of his face with the script he’s been holding. “Eew, God, what is that smell?” Ignoring your glare, he repeats his words, voice muffled by the papers. “I said, I want you to make love to me.”

“What—”

“Damn it, woman, just brush your teeth and let me in!”

When he’s stomping his feet while whining that loudly—loud enough for your fucking landlord to hear, along with everybody else in the building (including your cute neighbor, Jaehyun, oh dear God, no), he doesn’t give you any other choice but to invite him in, does he?

You step away from the door, flatly muttering, “Please, come in, why don’t you.” Haechan doesn’t waste any second waiting, making sure to run and stay as far away as possible from you so he won’t inhale the poisonous air that’s tainted with your breath again.

You roll your eyes. Dramatic little shit. But just to be on the safe side, you make your way to the bathroom.

***

The scalding hot shower you just took was comforting but not enough to wash your entire drowsiness away. You’re in dire need of your caffeine intake. “Would you like some coffee, my king?” You ask between a yawn, hands finding their way to the coffee jar on your kitchen counter.

Haechan throws his bag to the floor, body sinking into the comfort of your couch. “With milk, please.”

"I’m kidding.”

“Well, I’m not.” He throws one of those cheeky grins that you adore—no, wait, you hate—as he settles his legs on your coffee table. “Less sugar but more milk. I’m still growing.”

“Growing what, your balls?” You pour him a cup of coffee as requested, yes, because to balance his demonic behavior, you have to act like the perfect angel that you are. “Since you don’t have any?”

“You mean, like your boyfriend?” Haechan retorts before he gasps dramatically, his palm going to his mouth. “Oh, I’m sorry, you don’t have a boyfriend.”

You hover above him from behind the couch, bringing two mugs filled with sizzling hot coffee. “Want to repeat that?” You tip your mug just a little bit until it nearly spills on his forehead.

Haechan winces, attempting to grin. “I’m sorry, I love you, please don’t ruin my face. It’s the only thing that’s good about me.”

“It surely is.”

“Yah, what does that mean?”

“Take it as a compliment.”

Sitting next to him, you sip your coffee and curse silently when the liquid burns your tongue. “Okay, so what about this ‘make love to me’ thing you said earlier? Please tell me it’s just a figure of speech or something.”

“I wish.” He drags his legs away from the table so he can lay his cup down because apparently, he means business. “Okay, I know you’re gonna kill me after you hear—”

“After? I’m about to kill you now, actually.” You scoff. “Don’t you remember what we’ve agreed on? You cannot bother me when I’m still too sleepy to smack you in the head, Haechannie.”

“When did we ever—” He stops. “Why are you going to smack me in the head?”

“‘Cause you’ll say something stupid.”

“Who says I’m gonna say something stupid?”

“You always say something stupid. You’re saying something stupid now!”

“It’s not stupid.” He sighs exasperatedly but when your flat, degrading stare comes into view, it morphs into a groan. “Well, not that stupid. I’ve thought about this—really thought about it—and I can’t find anyone else to do this but you since you’re the only girl I’m friends with. I mean, I can pick random girls, I suppose—you know how popular I am. They just can’t stop talking about me. My hair, my eyes—”

“—your tiny dick.”

“But I don’t want to break any girl’s heart by doing something that’s gonna make them feel like I’m just using them to get a job, you know? I know I’m hot but these good looks aren’t meant to trample people’s hearts.”

“And you don’t care how I’m gonna feel?”

He has the decency to act like he’s thinking about it, but then, “No, not really.”

“Thanks.”

“Look, I really need your help.” He takes it as further as holding your hand between his, puckering his pouty lips, and blinking his eyes in a way that’s cute enough to leave you in daze so you pretend like you’re about to vomit your insides to cover it up.

Okay, so there’s one thing—one little thing that nobody knows—that you’re too ashamed to admit and that is the fact that you have a massive crush on this boy who sits in front of you with his socks unmatched. Well, no, not massive. It used to be massive during the first few weeks you knew him. How could you not? Haechan was so cute, you wanted to turn him into a doll so you could carry him around in your backpack and squish his cheeks whenever you feel like it. Sure, he’s not all jawlines and dimples like that neighbor of yours (Jung Jaehyun was probably sculpted by God himself ), but Haechan has his own charms. His devilish smirk, his loud, contagious laughter, his naughty eyebrow raise, and his lips—God, his beautiful plump lips, the way they look so pouty and soft. Honestly, you can write a whole essay about his attractive features (not that you haven’t already).

You knew you were crazy for him when the antics he did annoyed the hell out of his friends but to you, he was just plain adorable. And you realized you were pretty much fucked-up when Jeno said, “Fucking Lee Donghyuck said he forgot his wallet and robbed me this morning. Who the fuck orders a freakin’ wagyu steak for breakfast?!” and the only thing you could think of was how nice it was to go on a date with him and how your first kiss with him was going to be like (poor Jeno, though).

It’s not that you love him or anything. It’s mostly physical, nothing more—at least for now anyway. It’s not your fault that he’s so fucking pretty that he ends up showing every now and then in your fantasy, doing indescribable naughty things that will definitely make Mark splash some holy water on your face if he knew what was going on in your head.

Fortunately, now that you’ve been friends with him for two years, that massive crush you had has turned into something normal, something you can easily hide. And can be forgotten even, whenever another cute guy—like Na Jaemin, for example—takes you out on a date or two. It’s easier to breathe these days.

“Hello? Are you there?” Haechan snaps his fingers, waking you up from your reverie. “What’s your answer? Do you want to make love to me or not?”

‘It’s easier to breathe these days?’ More like fucking kill me.

“Can you stop saying that?” You pinch the bridge of your nose. “You’re giving me headaches.” Or a heart attack, more accurately. “Assume I said yes. Don’t you think it’s gonna get a little weird between us?”

“What is so weird about it?” He throws his hands in the air, exhausted and impatient. “It’s just gonna be two friends, pretending to be in love with each other, hugging, kissing, touching, and having sweet, tender sex.” Realization falls upon him and you resist the urge to exhale loudly. “Yeah, okay, so it is a little weird, but it should be fine, right? It’s just acting. It’s not like you have any feelings for me, do you?”

If by feelings you mean picturing you naked in my head with your mouth sucking on my neck, then yeah, I do have feelings for you. Plenty of that. But on the outside, you say, “Eew, God, no.”

Haechan squints his eyes at your response. “Can’t say I’m not hurt with the way you said it, but eew, God, no to you too. Well, if that’s the case then I’m sure we’ll be fine,” he says, sipping his coffee, and retracts his mouth as soon as the flavor hits his tongue. “What the hell is this?! Did you spit on my coffee or something?”

You didn’t but for your amusement, you throw him a sly grin. “A little.” It’s satisfying to see him looking like he’s about to pass out. “I’m still worried how it’s gonna affect our friendship later on though.”

He simply shrugs. “Meh. We’re not really that close to begin with anyway.” He takes another sip of his coffee by accident and nearly vomits for real. “Fucking hell—take this shit out of my face.”

“I'm still not sure about this, Haechannie.”

“Look, I don’t know why it’s such a big deal to you, we’re just going to pretend! Acting!” He exclaims as if that was the most normal thing a friend could ask another friend. “And you’re gonna be acting out a love scene with someone as hot as me. Consider yourself lucky.”

“Consider yourself dead.”

“Damn it, my audition is in two days and I really want to get this role!” He’s whining, tugging at your hand like a baby as he practically throws himself at your feet, graveling for your mercy. “You’re the only one who can help me with this. How can I act properly if I don’t have enough experience to perform a freaking bed scene?!”

“I don’t think actors who have to play dead have enough experience of, you know, being dead.”

“Excellent point.” Haechan stares at you blankly, unimpressed. “Do you hear yourself when you talk?”

“Do you?”

A few seconds passed by in silence with the two of you exchanging sinister glares until he finally surrenders with a prominent pout on his face. “Fine, if you don’t want to.” Haechan exhales dramatically, his shoulders sagging and when you don’t respond, he sighs again only louder this time. “I guess, I have to force Mark to make out with me. Again.” He sneaks a glance to see your reaction. “And have my face slapped with a Bible. Again.”

You wince at the thought. “How did you force him, exactly?”

“Just…” He timidly scratches his nose. “Kinda attacked him in his sleep.”

You nod in understanding even when it’s the most idiotic thing you’ve ever heard. “Well, maybe he would’ve been fine with it if you had taken him out for a nice dinner before that.”

Haechan smiles a little at your words, and even a little glimpse of it is contagious enough to make your own spread wider on your face. Small chuckles resonate through the air and he playfully bumps his shoulder against yours, his palm resting on your knuckles.

“On a more serious note,” Haechan says, “I know that asking you to rehearse a bed scene with me is too much and way out of line. But I swear, I’m not gonna touch you if you’re so uncomfortable with it. Won’t even hold your hand, I promise.” Then he notices he’s still holding your hand from earlier. He drops it immediately, clearing his throat. “Sorry.”

“It’s fine.” It’s more than fine. His hand seems to fit yours in a way that nobody ever does but there’s no way you’re gonna tell him that. “So, we’re just gonna be practicing lines?”

“Exactly.” He rubs his nape, suddenly a bit bashful. “Well, I was hoping to at least kiss you—just to, you know, know how it’d feel like.”

“You’ve never kissed before?”

“I have, obviously.” He rolls his eyes, disgusted at your question. “I’m not a fucking virgin if that’s what you’re assuming.”

“Chill, don’t get your panties in a twist. Nah, I know you’re not a virgin from how many times you’ve had sex with yourself.”

“Hey!”

“But then, why do you need to practice? Can’t you just go straight to your castmates, and kiss the bejeezus out of them?”

Donghyuck runs a hand through his face. “It’s… I’ve never done it for a role,” he professes, faint blush blooming on his cheeks, “And the scene is supposed to be intimate and I’ve never… You know…”

You gesture at him to clarify more with your hands. “You’ve never…?”

“You know…” The color on his face turns brighter. “T-the thing.”

“What thing? Never made-out in public? Never had sex outdoor?” You act clueless just because you’re liking his reaction. “Never had a finger stuck in your ass? What? Please do enlighten me.”

“I’ve never been in love, you witch!” Haechan is adorable when he’s fuming. Nostrils blaring, eyebrows knitting together in an angry frown, scarlet cheeks all puffed out. He looks like a terribly pissed Pomeranian.

Man, if I could just take a picture. “Oh, okay. So have you had your finger stuck in your ass?”

“I swear to God—”

“Kidding. I know you have.” But even when Haechan is nearly ripping your cheeks apart from your face, your giggles are never-ending. “So, you’re nervous?” You snort, raising an eyebrow. “You, the obnoxious, desperate-for-attention Lee Haechan, are nervous?”

“Will you help me out or not?!”

You pretend like you’re contemplating about it when truth is, every part of your body and mind is just screaming what the heck are you waiting for? He’s asking you to rehearse a bed scene—a. bed. scene! And he said he wanted to kiss you, for God’s sake! So, really, what else is there to say but “Okay.”

Haechan widens his eyes. “Okay?”

“Okay.” You try your best to appear nonchalant. “But you’ll owe me a favor. A huge one.”

“Anything,” he instantly agrees, “As long as I’m not dead, you have my words.”

You’re not yet sure what you’re planning to ask him but seeing his enthusiasm, you know it’s going to be good. “Great. So, umm, do you want to do it now or…?”

“Whenever you’re ready.”

“Here?”

“Wherever you want.”

“Man, you’re giving me too much power. I should’ve agreed to this way sooner.” You can practically feel your face splitting in half from how wide you’re grinning. “My room, then? I mean, a bed scene requires… a bed, right?”

Haechan laughs and even after two years, it still sounds like your most favorite thing in the world. “No, it doesn’t necessarily require a bed but sure.” He jumps out from the couch, taking you by the hand, and only by that, you can already feel your heart thumping a tad faster. But the second he walks into your room, he makes a face. “Why does it smell like something died in here?”

“Because something did die. Your dignity.”

The tickling fight doesn’t occur very often between you and Lee Haechan but once it starts, it means war.

***

“Okay, so…” Haechan hands you the script, already opened to show you a page filled with dialogues and short narratives. He scoots closer on the bed, his knee a few inches away from grazing yours as they dangle from the edge. “Just from the top of the page, here.” He points with his finger and you do a quick scan, trying to get a picture of the intimate scene you’re going to do. “So, a quick summary. Your character, Aeri, has been in love with my character, Donghyun. In the earlier scene, you’ve confessed your love to me but I rejected you because we’ve been friends for so long and I didn’t want to ruin what we have. But then, later on, some things happened and I ended up catching feelings for you and this is the part where I’m gonna be telling you how I really feel and then we start kissing and—”

“Then we have sex,” you utter in dismay, but butterflies are erupting from your stomach due to the anticipation.

“No,” Haechan corrects you, “We make love.”

“Is there any difference?”

“There are more feelings involved, not just out of sheer passion. It’s slower. Tender. Intimate.” And when he notices you raising a questioning brow at him, he sighs. “That thing you did with Jaemin? Fucking like bunnies? The opposite of that.”

You mock him by imitating his sigh exaggeratedly and receiving a flick on the nose in return. “Is it just me or is the script pretty lousy?”

He nods. “But they’ll pay you good money for this.”

“I thought the reason you became an actor was to create art not money.”

“When I’m rich, maybe. Right now, I gotta pay for my rent. And apparently, Jeno keeps chasing my ass, forcing me to pay him back. It was just a wagyu steak for fuck’s sake.” He grumbles to himself, momentarily distracted. “Anyway,” he cracks his neck, “I’ve memorized my lines. Wanna give it a go?”

“Okay, let’s try. I guess I’ll be fine if it’s just kissing. Even if it’s with you.” When in reality you’re only agreeing to this because it’s with him.

Haechan’s eyes gleam brighter, ears practically perking up like an excited puppy. “Really?”

“You’re that excited at the thought of kissing me?” You play smug but you could practically hear your heartbeat blasting through your ears. “What else have you been thinking about me?”

“I’m not excited at the thought of kissing you, dumbass,” he spits back, the spark in his eyes vanishes in an instant. “I’m excited that finally I can practice kissing scenes with someone who’s actually willing to do it, and not, you know, like with the back of my hand or something.”

“You…” Failing to hold back a grin, you burst out laughing. “You made out with your hand?”

It’s funny that even when his skin is golden as if it was kissed by the sun, it still shows vividly on his face whenever he blushes. “I didn’t mean it literally—”

“I can’t believe you made out with your hand.”

“Would you just—” He nearly suffocates you with your pillow but you quickly retaliate by kicking him in the stomach.

Tears are prickling at the corner of your eyes. “Man, that mental image of yours making out with your hand will live in my mind rent-free for as long as I live.” When you still can’t stop laughing, Haechan is practically baring his teeth. “Okay, I’m sorry. Let’s get this going. If it gets too uncomfortable for me, I’ll stop.”

“Of course.”

“At any time I want.”

“Your call.” He nods in agreement with the most serious expression you’ve ever seen him do; it almost doesn’t seem like him.

“Good,” you say. “Now, I’ve never acted once in my life so if you laugh at me, I will sneak into your room at night and pour hot coffee on your computer.”

There’s fear fleeting through his eyes but he gives another nod. “Deal.”

“All right…” You take a deep breath, willing your heart to stop hammering against your ribcages, and for once, focus more on the script instead of the shape of his pretty, pretty mouth. “What are you doing here?” You follow the script, voice a little bit shaky as you’re still embarrassed with everything you’re doing. Haechan closes his eyes and you’re about to throw a joke to tease him about actor Haechan coming alive but when he opens them and gazes at you, you sit still, frozen.

“I wanted to see you,” he says, voice so delicate, it startles you. He’s so serious about this that you don’t find the strength within you to tease him like how you usually do. Somehow, the little gestures he makes, the changes in his expression alter the air along with the tension in the room. Suddenly, it feels like you’re standing next to him under the spotlight, hundreds of pairs of eyes following your every movement.

“It’s—” You swallow your breath, tongue lays heavy in your mouth. “It's pouring outside, why are you—”

“I love you,” he vocalizes, his eyes gentle and heartbroken. His voice suddenly sounds a pitch lower, reverberating through the air until it sends goosebumps to the tiny hairs on your nape. He waits for your reply and you have to blink twice to slap yourself back to reality.

“W-what?”

“I’m sorry it took me this long to realize, but I do. I’m in love with you, hopelessly so.” He reaches out to cup your cheek, his thumb caressing your cheekbone. Though he has pretty hands, his fingertips are not as soft as you had imagined them to be, but they feel better, feel real. His warmth is unfamiliar to your skin but it feels more pleasant than anything that ever touches you. “Maybe you’re unaware of this, but it kills me to know that I’ve hurt you because I simply couldn’t be brave enough to accept my feelings. The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.”

Haechan’s lines fit your situation so much that you wish he wasn’t acting. It’s amazing how he’s changing into an entirely different persona and yet, it feels so natural as if he has been that person all along. Your breathing gets heavier as you take a brief look at the script, searching for your lines. “This feels unreal…”

“Do you still love me?” Haechan lifts your face by the chin, his touch is paper-thin.

You wet your lips, head swirling. “But Donghyun—”

“Do you still love me?” He repeats, emphasizing with his tone. His eyes are peering into yours and you wonder maybe the quote eyes deeper than the sea refers to his gaze. “Or is it too late for me?” His thumb drifts to your lip, caressing your bottom one, your lip balm sticking to his skin.

“I do,” you reply. He’s so pretty. You’ve never taken a glance longer than a few seconds at his close-up face, but now that you’re in this close proximity, you can finally witness the two tiny moles on his cheek, the beautiful shape of his dark eyes, the delicate curve of his lips… “I do love you, Donghyuck.”

A few seconds of silence hangs in the air when Haechan stops, his eyebrows furrowing. “Umm—it’s Donghyun, actually.”

Fuck! “Right!” You nearly leap out of your bed, face aflame. “Donghyun! Of course! I don’t know why I said that. Donghyuck is your name, I know that—” Fuck, fuck, fuck, just fucking kill me. “Sorry, umm—nervous.”

Fortunately for you, Haechan buys your bluff. “Rookie mistake,” he chuckles and you exaggeratedly roll your eyes to play along. “Okay, let’s start over. Do you still love me?”

“I do,” you respond too rigidly, making him glance away so he won’t break into laughter. “I do love you, Donghyun. Dong-Hyun.”

“Good,” he improvises, as it’s not written in the script. He has a tiny smile on his face and you like to think that it’s just him doing a terrible job at hiding his amusement. But when he swats your bangs out of your eyes, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear, he seems like he’s seeing the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in his whole life. The adoration in his eyes, his loving gaze—they are so vivid, they nearly consume you. “Because I don’t think I can resist this any longer…”

You’re lost in his eyes, lost in his touch, lost in his warmth. It’s until Haechan nudges his head slightly, indicating you to wake up, you’ve got a line to say, that you jolt, eyes hurriedly going down to the script, seeking your lines. “Umm—“ You flinch. You sound so jittery, it’s terrible. “R-resist what…?”

But Haechan doesn’t pay a mind that you just stuttered from saying two words. He doesn’t ask you to start over. Instead, he presses his forehead against yours, his breath mingling in the air and you can taste the scent of sandalwood and summer. Combined with his soft breathing, you’re almost stuck in a haze, just reeling in the feeling of how this man is now closer to you than he has ever been in the past two years and it’s better than anything you’ve ever imagined.

“Resist this,” he whispers and before you can look down to check whether you have more lines to say, Haechan dips his head, his lips brushing against yours, ever so faintly at first but when you gasp, he presses harder, framing your cheeks with both hands before he moves one down to your waist. Unlike his fingertips, his lips are soft—softer than silk or the cotton candy he once bought you. But it’s not the way they feel or the way he tastes that distract you the most. It’s the way he moves them, parting his lips slightly so he can blend with yours, your lower lip fits perfectly between his plump ones. It’s the way he sighs, so contentedly, as if kissing you was everything he ever wanted.

You close your eyes, hands reaching up to his collar, wanting to feel him more, wanting to touch him—

Haechan breaks away, placing both hands on your shoulders. “How was it?”

You’ve never had someone splash cold water on your face but you figure it might feel something like this. Your voice grows hoarse when you speak. “How was what?”

“The kiss!” Haechan’s eyes are filled with concern, analyzing your expression. “Was it romantic enough? Tender enough? Did it properly convey the desperation and longing my character feels for yours?”

You knew this was a bad idea. You fucking knew it. So, why are you still hurt when he acts like he feels exactly nothing by that kiss? This is just an acting lesson for him. You should have been prepared.

“It’s good,” you answer, averting your gaze and hiding your eyes behind your bangs. Your heart is still running a thousand miles an hour but somehow, it doesn’t feel as pleasant as before. “So, next scene—”

“Wait, are you okay?” Haechan asks, bending slightly to catch a glimpse of your face. “Was it too much? Do you want to stop?”

Truth is, you’re conflicted. You’re going to catch feelings—you most likely already are. But Haechan only treats you as a friend and nothing more, and this is the only chance you have to be this close to him. The temptation of continuing the kiss, to just hold him close for one more time, stands stronger than anything else so you say, “No. I promised you I’d help.”

He’s still unsure, eyes glinting in concern. “It’s okay if you want to stop, I—”

“Let’s just do the damn scene, Donghyuck.”

Haechan freezes on his seat, eyes searching yours as you now have the bravery to look at his face. Knowing you came on too strong, you try to ease it off with a smile. “I’m fine, don’t worry. It’s just my first time doing this—acting, I mean. Can we try again?”

He spends another few seconds trying to decipher the true meaning behind your smile but eventually nods his head at your command. He drags his finger back to the script. “Then, umm… Let’s start from here?”

You don’t even look at the page when you give affirmation. “Go.”

Haechan takes a moment to prepare himself and when your eyes meet each other again, he’s a different person once more. “The reason why I didn’t want us to be together was because I didn’t want to ruin what we have, not knowing that we could be something more.” His voice is so soothing, you almost forget that deep down you’re immensely upset knowing that the kiss didn’t have the same effects on him.

This time, when he frames your face with his palm, you lean into his touch, eyes never leaving his. “This feels unreal,” you say and for a second—just for a split second—you notice Haechan breaking out of character, surprised by the gentle expression on your face. Because you’re not acting out his script, you’re acting out on your feelings. It’s your only chance to be honest with him without forcing him to respond. So you pour all these feelings you have for him out in the open—ones that started from a mere physical attraction to something more as his presence grew bigger in your life, you’re acting out each and every one of them.

“Do…” He inhales sharply, trying to focus. “Do you still love me?” He’s doing the same thing as before, placing his thumb and index finger on your chin but before he can say his lines, you see how his eyes fall on your lips.

And you kiss him. You kiss him with everything you have, hands going to his face, fingers slipping between his strands, and Haechan gasps against your mouth, his fingers curling around your wrist. You know he’s about to push you away so you quickly murmur, “I do,” against his lips, breath stuttering, “I do love you.”

When you take his bottom lip between yours, teeth grazing against his supple skin, Haechan lets out an involuntary moan at the back of his throat. The butterflies in your stomach come alive, pumping a rush of adrenaline through your veins and suddenly, you’re brave enough to glide your tongue across his lip. His hold tightens around your wrist but instead of pushing you away, he tugs you closer and you fall into his chest, hands breaking free from his grip to wind around his neck. Your fingertips are scraping against his nape before they move upward to yank at the roots of his hair. “Fuck,” he breathes out, almost inaudibly, as if he didn’t mean to let the word slip from his mouth and it makes your heart jumps straight out of your chest. The second he responds properly, Haechan kisses like fire, all passion and urgency, and you really don’t mind being consumed by his flames.

His hands are on your waist, pulling you closer and closer until you’re almost sitting on his lap before he jolts awake, pushing you away so abruptly, you almost fall from the bed.

“I’m—We—” he stammers, looking everywhere but your eyes. His cheeks are flushed, his lips bruised and red from your kisses. “I think we should—I gotta go—“

He stands up from the bed like the sheets are catching on fire, picking his script from the floor and gathering all his belongings at once before he runs toward the door. He turns on his heels, wanting to say something to fix the goddamn situation, but when his eyes land on yours, his words vanish without a trace.

“I—I’ll call you later,” he finally says and doesn’t wait for your response. The front door closes with a thud.

And then silence comes to answer.

What just happened?

Your heart is thundering inside your chest, you’re starting to feel nauseous. What have I done? You keep asking over and over. You thought everything was going to be fine. He responded to your kiss earlier, didn’t he? You were sure you didn’t imagine the whole thing. But now he’s gone and you’re not sure whether he’s gonna come back as the same Haechan—the old, bratty but caring Lee Haechan. The one who snickers loudly when you fall face-first on the ground but always steals secret glances at you to make sure you're not hurt. The one who makes jokes about your love life but never forgets to show up at your apartment with a thoughtful gift right at the minute you turn a year older.

Things are not just gonna get awkward, they’re ruined.

When nearly half an hour has passed by and you’re still left alone in your apartment with no signs of him coming back, you’re about to go insane. You can’t stay still, walking back and forth your living room with the tip of your thumb between your teeth.

Should I chase after him and explain that it was just me trying to improvise? You hesitate with your hand lingering on the doorknob. But with your knees nearly giving up under your weight, you decide to stay put. It will probably just gonna make it worse. He’ll see through my lies, he always does.

You’re straying away to the kitchen, hands placed on the counter. You can feel your head spinning, stomach somersaulting. Damn it, why did I have to do that?! Why couldn’t I just—

The front door slams opened and Haechan barges in with his hair messy, ruffled by the wind, and his bangs sticking to his temple. Stunned, you stand still on your ground. Your heart is the only one that’s moving beyond control. His eyes scan your apartment until they land on yours and for an instant, everything seems to fade away.

“Fuck it,” he says, dropping his bag to the ground and making his way towards you in such a hurry, he nearly trips over his feet. “You’re not that good of an actor to be faking it.” Before you have the chance to even take a breath, Haechan’s lips are smashing against yours.

“Hae—” Haechan’s kiss is insane. So forceful that you can barely keep up, taking every bit of air directly from your lungs. He has you backed against the kitchen counter, the marbled edge digging into your skin. His hands frame your face, sliding against your cheek until they cup the backsides of your neck, his thumbs resting against your ears. You curl your fingers around his wrist, gasping, “Wait—”

He pulls away, lifting your face so you can’t bring your gaze anywhere else. “You like me?” His eyes are just as intense, begging for answers. “Please tell me I’m not imagining this.”

But behind that passion, his confidence is wavering. You can tell by his quivering breath, the little tremble running through his fingertips, and at that, you’re drowning in relief. You don’t think he’s that good of an actor to be faking this too.

“I do,” you admit, heart pounding so loudly that you can barely hear your own voice. “I like—”

His mouth is on yours again and it feels like he’s kissing you in a hundred different places at once. “Jesus Christ, why have you kept quiet about this for so long?” he says, tasting your breath and skin at the same time. “Two fucking years. We wasted two fucking years.”

The words this isn’t happening endlessly run through your head but all your senses scream that Haechan is really here, in your arms, his nails clawing against your shirt and there’s nothing left you want from this world.

When you reciprocate to him properly, your palms sliding up his chest, over his shoulder, until your arms circle his neck, Haechan sighs in content. His kisses grow slower—more relaxed—but deeper, his tongue peeking out shyly at first but not for long. He still tastes faintly like the coffee you made and something else entirely different. Something pleasant that’s just exactly how you’ve fantasized him to be, if not more.

He pulls away to catch his breath with his eyes still focusing on your lips, thumb rubbing your lower one. “Does this feel weird to you?” He whispers, his temple pressing against yours.

You’re intoxicated by his sweet scent though you’re not sure whether it’s the smell of his shampoo, his cologne, or just him altogether. “No,” and as soon as the word comes out, his lips are chasing after yours once more.

“Good, ‘cause I don’t think I can stop.” He’s breathing heavily against your mouth as you are against his. With his fingers twisted in your hair, making a messy ponytail out of it, Haechan peppers open-mouthed kisses on your neck, tongue pressing against your pulsating vein and a whimper escapes your mouth.

Your dreams, your fantasies—they all fall pale in comparison to reality. When you vocalize his name, it almost sounds like a plead and Haechan slants his mouth back on yours again, giving you another taste as he is not satisfied with yours just yet. “Your lips taste amazing,” he breathes out and it’s so quiet, it seems like he’s intending to say the words in his head and not with his mouth. But as his words fall on your ears, they send tingles down your spine.

“So do yours,” you reply, attempting to make him blush in return but if he does, he doesn’t show much. “Never pegged you as a man who wears lip balm.”

You can feel his smirk directly with your skin. “I’m not wearing any.”

“You’re not?” You lightly giggle, swiping your tongue across his lower lip. “Then your lips do taste amazing.”

Haechan’s hand is slipping underneath your shirt, fingers hovering above your bra. “Guess there are still a lot of things you don’t know about me, huh?”

“I’ve got a hunch you’re about to teach me?”

“Only if you’re eager to learn.”

The kiss becomes heavier that you’re lost for words, entirely consumed by his passion, until he breaks away, muttering, “Off, off, off, off, off,” as he struggles to tear the fabric away from your body. You titter at his desperation, raising both hands to help him out of his misery. The second it’s off, he lifts you by the waist and places you down on the counter.

“I’m amazed you could lift me,” you coo, admiring the sight of his lean stomach as he pulls his shirt over his head. His silver necklace hangs loosely around his neck and you hook a finger around it to yank him back to you.

He doesn’t seem to be able to detach his lips from yours for too long, especially when you keep sneaking glances at his. So when he speaks again, his every word is painted directly to your skin. “It wasn’t easy.” He settles between your thighs, mouth latching against your collarbone. “You weigh a ton.”

“Yeah?” You bite your lip, holding back a moan as he sucks bruises on your neck, the edge of his fingers trailing over the seam of your bra. “Then you must be so strong.”

“I am, haven’t you noticed?” Haechan pulls away just to showcase a mischievous grin. “I work out, you know.”

You blurt out laughing. It’s not solely because of the mental image of Lee Haechan—a full-time gamer, Lee Haechan—doing push-ups seems so funny to you. It’s more about the way he wiggles his eyebrow, trying to be sexy about it when you know he’s the weakest one in your group. Flustered at your reaction, he flicks your nose. “What is so funny?”

“I’m sorry,” you apologize though it doesn’t seem that much sincere with the way you’re still giggling at him. “It’s just that an hour ago we were two friends making fun of each other and now we’re here, in this position. I don’t know, it just feels surreal to me.”

An adorable pout blooms on his face. “I thought you said this didn’t feel weird.”

“No, it’s perfect. I want this.” You wrap the end of his necklace twice around your index finger. “I want you. It’s just… I’ve been imagining this to happen for such a long time and now that it’s happening, I’m feeling a lot of things at once.” You place a reassuring kiss on his temple. “I’m nervous.” This time landing one on his cheek. “I’m relieved.” When your lips hover above his, you notice him parting his own slightly in anticipation. “And it feels so good, I don’t ever want to stop. Even if that means we can’t go back to being friends.”

Haechan can’t form a response as you don’t let him, your mouth swallowing the tiny moans he emits. “We’ll talk about that later,” he hastily replies, “I still haven’t had enough of you yet.”

Without warning, he lifts you off the counter, making you yelp and wrap your legs around his waist for support. “Haechannie!” With you holding onto him, he takes a step forward, ignoring your call. “Where are you taking me—"

“Wait, no, back pain, back pain.” Both of you nearly tumble down to the ground from how he’s harshly placing you back to your feet, wincing at the ache erupting from the strained muscles in his spine. He’s groaning in pain, massaging his back with both hands. “Fuck, you’re really heavy!”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady.” You throw your slipper at him, missing his head just a few inches, laughing all the way. “What exactly were you trying to do?”

“I was trying to move us to the couch.”

“All you had to do was ask.”

“I was trying to be sexy.” He juts out his lower lip, and it takes all control of your body to not squeeze his cheeks from how adorable he looks.

“Honey, you are sexy, believe me, but you’re also weak as fuck. Consider hitting the gym for real next time and then carry me.”

“Shut up,” he sighs, holding out a hand for you to take. “To the couch, please? And maybe a massage after this ‘cause my back is killing me.”

Shaking your head in amusement, you take his hand, intertwining your fingers with his and drag him over to the couch. He’s in the middle of asking, “Do you want me to be on top or—” when you push him down and straddle his lap without warning, legs tangling around his hips. “Oh, okay.”

You run a hand through his hair, pushing them back so you can witness the glow in his eyes. “You look sexier with your hair pushed back.” You love the way he stares at you, eyes half-lidded painted with lust and desire. And combined with your commentary, he now has his cheek tinted with red. “Do you have a problem with me being on top?”

His eyes quickly run down to the place where your denim shorts are riding up your thighs, your zipper pressing against his groin. With a noticeable gulp, he stutters out, “N-no.”

You smile, patting his cheek. “Good.”

The kiss starts slow as you focus more on moving your hands down his body. Haechan shivers a little when your palm is pressing against his bare chest, sliding down to his navel. When you pull back, raising a questioning brow at his reaction, he bashfully says, “Your hand’s cold,” looking like a nervous little boy who’s a stark contrast to how he usually behaves.

He’s so cute.

“Well, I know a way to warm you up.” You smirk, almost cringing when you hear your own words but Haechan seems to like it.

“Oooh,” he coos, grinning against your lips. “Are you offering what I think you’re offering?”

“I don’t know.” You kiss your way down from his jawline to his chest, pushing yourself off his lap so you can kneel on the floor, your fingers unbuckling his belt. “What do you think I’m offering?”

Haechan’s eyes are glowing with anticipation. He curves his fingers around the edge of his seat, wetting his lip nervously when you pull his zipper down. You release him from his boxer, stroking him to life and he sinks his nails further into the couch. A train of expletives breaks free from his mouth but he’s so quiet, you can only hear his ragged breathing.

But by the time you run your thumb over his slit, your hot breath hitting his sensitive skin, Haechan melts into a whimpering mess. “Please don’t tease,” he begs.

“I haven’t even started, Haechannie.” And he looks like he’s about to say something but it only turns into a mewl when you press a kiss to his tip. “You’re so cute,” you comment, and he shivers when the vibration of your voice meets his skin.

Haechan tries to act composed. “Of course I’m cute, it’s—”

You cut his line short by darting out your tongue, giving kitten licks at the side, smiling satisfyingly when his eyes meet yours. As you give him a little suck around his tip, he throws his head back, his lower lip between his teeth. “I—I said don’t tease.”

“I’m not teasing you.” But you are. How can you not? He looks so fucking cute. You’ve never really enjoyed giving head before, especially when your opponent gets rough and ends up pushing too deep until you gag. But with Haechan, you feel like you can do this for hours. He’s so nervous and shy, doesn’t even dare to place his hand on your hair, and his reaction to every bit of your action is honest even when his words aren’t.

“Here.” You take one of his hands, moving it to your head. “You can use me as much as you want.”

“Use—” he crumbles at your choice of words. When you suddenly envelop him with your mouth, moving from the tip to the base in one quick motion, Haechan instinctively grabs a handful of your hair, flinching. “Goddamn, why are you so fucking hot?”

You giggle, sliding his cock out of your mouth with an obscene pop. “Thanks.”

“No, I mean your mouth. It’s so fucking warm.”

“So, you’re saying,” you dip your tongue into his slit, eyes seductively peering into his. “I’m not hot?”

“You’re—Fuck, fuck—” Haechan seethes, hips buckling when you bob your head down again, tongue pressing against his veins. Shivers run through his fingertips when he slips them between your locks, pushing your fringe back to have a good look at your face. You catch a glimpse of him, his lips unconsciously moving to form words that you can’t hear. So pretty, he seems to say, and the thought of it makes your stomach lurch in delight. Taking him completely in your mouth, you hollow your cheeks, swallowing around him. He tightens his hold around your hair, cheeks flushed and you expect him to hold you in place so he can thrust against your mouth but what he does is pull you away. “Stop, stop, stop, stop.”

Wiping a string of saliva away with the back of your hand, you ask with a frown. “Something’s wrong?”

Haechan hides his reddening face behind his fingers, quietly answering, “I was about to come.”

You hold back a grin. With a nonchalant hum, you dip your head down again, this time engulfing him until he hits the back of your throat.

“Jesus Christ.” His sanity is deteriorating, he can feel it.

“Don’t bring Lord’s name when I have your dick in my mouth, Haechannie. Mark would kill you if he knew.”

“Fuck Mark. Come here.” He rushes forward, forcibly pulling you up with both hands clamping your arms. When you follow his order, settling back down on top of his lap, he confesses with his lips grazing against the shell of your ear. “I really won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

Despite your previous teasing and confidence, you squirm inside his arms, feeling warmth spreading from your chest to your cheek. “So I have these effects on you?”

He’s almost growling when he retorts, “You don’t even know.” Haechan pushes your bra strap until it falls off your shoulder, teeth marking your supple skin until you hiss in both pain and pleasure. He presses a softer kiss to soothe away the bruise. “Sorry, I… You’re gonna need to cover it up tomorrow.”

“It’s fine.” You stroke his cheek, tracing the tiny mole on his jawline. “Seems like you have a biting kink.”

He sheepishly chuckles, “I don’t know. But if you let me, I’d love to do that again.”

Something about him saying it in the most sincere way possible, almost too formal even, makes you crave more for him and everything he does. “You’re allowed to do whatever you want with me, Lee Donghyuck.”

Haechan swallows hard, barely has the bravery to look at you in the face after hearing your words and his real name tumbling out of your mouth. His fingers are now on the hem of your shorts, trembling a little bit. “Umm—may I?”

Helping him further, you stand on your knees, unclasping your bra first to his surprise and pulling your denim shorts and panties down to your thighs. Haechan watches with his eyes wide open, mouth parted in awe as he commits every bit of your curve and movement into memory. It feels so thrilling to be this wanted, to be ravished by his eyes, until you begin to struggle to push your clothing away from your legs.

“Need some help?” He asks, lips pursing as he tries to hide a grin.

You exhale loudly, detaching yourself from him. “Let me just—” You jump off his lap, standing back with your feet on the ground, and kicking the clothing away with annoyance—why in the world did you have to wear shorts this tight—and slap him in the chest when he’s chuckling at the sight.

“Maybe you should stop trying to be sexy too,” Haechan snickers.

“Shut up.” You crawl back into his lap. “Go back to staring dumbly at me like before. I’m naked.”

“I wasn’t staring like tha—oh,” he inhales sharply as you grind your heat against his cock, amazed at how warm you are despite your cold palms. The sensation of skin meeting skin feels much more different. There’s really no going back this time. Somehow, it feels dangerous, as if you’re doing something forbidden and it makes your skin crawl with excitement.

And by the look on his face, seems like he feels the same way.

“Lost for words?” You taunt him with a smirk, hands on his chest. “That’s new.” His glare is menacing but it falters away the second you rub your arousal against his.

His head falls to his shoulder, eyes tightly shut. “God, baby…”

There it is again. The funny feeling in your stomach. “Baby?” You simper though your heart is palpitating like crazy. “We’re moving on to giving each other pet names now?”

If he can blush any harder than this, he probably might but with the way you’re grinding shamelessly on his cock, letting him get a glimpse of how wet and warm you are, he’s all maxed-out.

His earlobe lays between your teeth when you whisper, “Shall we put it in?”

Haechan’s nails are sinking into the skin of your hips, both to hold you in place so you’ll stop torturing him and to press you down harder on his crotch. “I…” He’s so distracted, he can’t even think. The way the side of his length is pressing against your folds is pushing every little bit of self-control he has to the back of his head.

“Haechannie?” You giggle, moving your hips. “I kinda asked you a question here.”

“Yes, fuck, yes, please.” Haechan tries his very best to not sound that desperate for your touch but he is that desperate. “Wait—aren’t we—shouldn’t I wear a condom first?”

You blink, halting your movement. “You brought a condom with you?”

He nods as he leans forward, fingers searching frantically at the pocket of his jeans that hang low on his knees. “Here.”

“Why do you have a condom with you?”

“‘Cause I bought it downstairs just now.”

Your jaw grows slack at the realization. “Is that the reason why your hair was so messy and you were sweating when you barged in here? ‘Cause you ran downstairs, trying to find a condom?”

“I’m sorry, are you really complaining about this now?”

At the feeling of his member twitching underneath you, you sigh. “You’re right. Let’s discuss that later.”

It feels a bit awkward when you stand on your knees, giving him some space and wait until he finishes wrapping the rubber around himself. The silence that hangs between you is almost deafening that by the time he’s done and you fall back to his lap, sitting on his thighs, it feels like you have to start over again.

You diffidently smile. “Hey.”

Haechan is equally as embarrassed, mirroring your gesture. “Hi.”

“I guess we’re gonna have sex.”

“Guess so.”

Another few seconds pass by where you can only meet each other’s eyes, feeling your heartbeat racing louder and louder. It feels like you’re about to burst, honestly, but fortunately for you, Haechan leans in, his fingers tentatively caressing your cheek. “Can I kiss you?” He questions.

You melt under his gaze, his gentle touch, his honey-like voice. “Yes, please.”

Your lips start the connection and the rest of your body follows, fitting every curve of his perfectly like you were made for him. The way Haechan sighs against your mouth sends sparks of electricity all the way down to your toes and you don’t waste any more time. With his mouth latching on your breast, tongue flicking against your nipple, you lower yourself on him.

Haechan’s hold your waist tighter, eyebrows adjoined in the middle at the sensation, his moans muffled. He presses his spine back against the couch, admiring the sight of his member disappearing inch by inch into you. His eyes begin to droop when he’s completely sheathed inside, his bruised lips parted. He cups your cheek, kissing you softly on the corner of your mouth, making you shiver at the sudden tenderness. “I guess we are having sex,” he murmurs with a bashful smile.

You can’t help but laugh a little. “I guess so.”

It starts slow, with you placing both hands on his chest and him swallowing his breath at the sight of you moving up and down his length. You hiss slightly at the friction, adjusting to his size.

“Does it hurt?” He asks, tucking a few loose strands behind your ear.

“A little.” You reassure him with a grin. “Relax, you’re not gonna break me.”

You expect him to send back a snarky remark but what he does is press his forehead against yours. “You’re so warm,” he whispers, tasting the skin that connects your shoulder to your neck. Something about his words, his sensual kiss and his tender touch makes you squeeze your walls around him and he clutches harder around you. He glides his hands lower to your hips, silently urging you to pick up the pace and you follow.

Breathing heavily, Haechan has his thumb grazing your lower lip. “You have such a pretty mouth,” he professes as if he was in a trance.

You seductively bite his thumb, still working your hips. “You’re saying that ‘cause I just sucked your dick.”

“Yes, that too, but really.” It’s as if he’s staring at a work of art, eyes twinkling with admiration. Sometimes, when you’re hitting the right spot and quiver around him, a small moan escapes his lips and you feel him twitching inside you. “It’s—ah—It probably doesn’t sound sincere when I’m saying this now, but I’ve always thought you had a pretty mouth. And lips. I’ve thought about your lips a lot.”

“Yeah?” You mouth against the sensitive skin below his ear, sinking harder on his length. “What else do you like about me?”

“Y-your voice—” You can actually feel him shivering. “You have such a—fuck—I just—I really love your moans.”

You’re not sure whether he’s saying that because he’s so distracted with the way you’re breathing in his ear or he genuinely loves it. Either way, it’s a pleasure to know how much you’re affecting him with your actions. With a chuckle, you say, “You’re rambling, baby.”

“And your hair,” he adds, probably losing every bit of his self-control by this point. “I love your hair. Looks so soft.” Haechan cards his fingers through your strands. “Feels so soft.”

You hum in response, hoping that your flushed face doesn’t look as apparent as you think. “Anything else?”

“Your—” He shudders when you paint a mark under his collarbone. “Your ass.”

You stop, pulling away to give him a look and he whines at the loss. “My ass?”

“What—” The tips of his ears are turning red, steam practically coming out of them. “Why are you staring at me like that—you have a great ass!”

Teasing him is such a joy to you. “Then, let’s do it this way.” You part away from him, landing back on the carpeted floor so you can turn around, giving him the chance to ogle at your behind, before you ease yourself down onto his lap once more.

“Fuck—” Haechan’s hisses, his hands going down to your hips again. The new position doesn’t allow you to meet his eyes but with the way he’s whimpering behind you, fingers trailing over the curve of your ass, the sensation increases.

“You okay back there?” You taunt smugly, chuckling a bit because Haechan sounds like he’s losing it. His nails are sinking into your skin and you just know that’s gonna leave a nasty bruise tomorrow. “You seem like you’re enjoying this way too—“ You’re interrupted by your own moans when he suddenly has one hand massaging your breast and another one sliding down your stomach to find your clit. “W-wait, Haechannie—”

“You’re such a tease,” he breathily whispers into your ear, his chest pressing against your spine as he leans forward, pulling you into his embrace. “Isn’t that supposed to be my job?”

His fingers are rubbing you in circles, making your thighs tremble. “You’re right.” You move your hips harder, going out of rhythm with how fast you’re going and Haechan sinks his teeth to your shoulder again.

At the sound of his name departing your lips in the most sinful moan he’s ever heard, Haechan curses. “Shit, you’re not gonna let me enjoy this longer, are you?”

“There’s always a second round, Haechannie.” You smirk, raising your hips all the way up in intention to slam it back down again but Haechan catches you and pushes you forward until you land on the coffee table, stomach pressing flat against the wooden surface. “What—"

“There’s always a second round, right?” His lips are brushing against your ear as he positions himself behind you. “Then I’m going all out.”

When he slams his hips in one swift motion, hard and deep, he knocks all the air out of your lungs. “Wait—” You choke out, can barely keep up with his pace. “Oh God—”

“Now, now,” he coos, his hand finding its way to your throat, fingers pressing against your veins. He raises your face, his chest completing the dip of your spine. “Don’t bring God’s name when I’m fucking you like this, baby.”

You can’t even find the strength to retort, eyes shutting tightly until you see stars behind your eyelids. It almost feels unreal how fast he can go from being awkward and tentative about all of this to raw and wild within a few minutes but Haechan has always been fast adapting to new situations and you have been teasing him way too much. It’s about time that he snaps.

Haechan moves you down to the floor, forcing you to stand on all fours and you’re so glad you follow his lead. “Spread your knees. Bring your head down,” he instructs and you do as you’re told, extending your arms in front of you. Haechan has his hand on the dip of your shoulder blades, holding you still until you have no choice but to press your cheek against the carpeted floor, ass in the air. “Good girl,” he praises, kneeling behind you and rubbing his tip along your folds. “Ready, baby?”

He doesn’t wait for your answer.

With only a few minutes in, you know you’re getting close, you can feel it. He has switched from giving deep, hard thrusts to quick, shallow ones and it’s driving you insane. “H-Haechannie, I—” you whimper, “I’m close—”

And he knows it too, of course he does. He can tell by the way you’re clenching around him. But instead of going harder and driving you completely over the edge, Haechan suddenly laces his fingers with yours, his lips painting soft kisses from your nape down to your spine, his hips hitting another angle that feels just as amazing even when he slows down the pace. The intimacy surprises you as you don’t expect him to be this tender. Suddenly, it doesn’t feel like you’re doing this out of sheer passion. With his palm covering the back of your hand, fingers slipping between yours, somehow, everything feels more sentimental, stronger, crossing the lines.

With a moan of your name, Haechan flips you to your back, fingers framing your face, lips meeting lips as he thrusts back in, gasping against your mouth. “I want to see your face,” he says when he pulls away, his half-lidded eyes boring into yours, thumb slipping between your lips. “Not sure if I’ve told you this before but…” He snaps his hips, and you tangle your legs around them in response, fingernails digging into his upper arms. “You’re so beautiful.”

The knot in your stomach untangles without warning and your orgasm hits you so hard, you nearly sob at the sensation. With the way you’re quivering and squeezing around him, Haechan follows right after, his face sinking into the crook of your neck, hips stuttering as he rides out his own orgasm.

***

With his jeans back on and his used condom thrown away to the nearest trash bin, Haechan joins you back on the carpeted floor as you still haven’t found the strength to get up and get dressed after that. He shamelessly lays his body down on top of yours, his cheek pressing against the valley of your breasts. “I’m spent,” he mumbles, feeling drowsy.

“Haechannie?”

“Hmm?”

“You’re heavy.”

“I know.” But he doesn’t get up, only moving his head slightly to press a tiny kiss to your bare chest before he lies his head down over your heart again. You give up with a smile, wrapping your arms around him, fingertips stroking his hair. Haechan sighs contentedly under your touch. “Man, that was…”

“That was?”

“Amazing.” He props himself up on his elbows so he can meet your eyes. “You’re amazing.”

Your heart jolts at the sincerity in his words but you cooly smile back. “I know.”

“And I’m amazing too, I’m sure?”

“Meh,” you shrug. “Could be a little better but I’ll let you practice on me for free.”

“Jesus Christ.” He shakes his head, his strands tickling your nose. “I don’t even have the strength to join your banter. You know, I’ve always wondered since you’re pretty much shit at everything, there must be something you’re good at. But I never thought that something would turn out to be sex. I can’t even believe I’m saying this but you’re really, really amazing at it. I feel like I should give you a medal or something.”

“Thanks,” you flatly mutter. “Not sure if you’re praising me, though.”

“Oh, I am praising you, believe me. And you know me, I rarely praise.”

“Stop it,” you use your robotic voice. “You’re making me feel so special, I’m about to cry.”

Haechan playfully nips at your nose, forcing you to break off your act and laugh directly into his mouth. “Seriously,” he says, breaking off the kiss. “If I were to pay you for sex, I would give you everything I own. Even the clothes I’m wearing. Hell, I’d even sell my grandma but don’t tell her that.”

Your laughter has reduced into small giggles. “That’s comforting.”

“So…” The way Haechan is caressing your hair is so soft, almost like a mother to her sleeping child. “What should we do about this?” When you raise an eyebrow, he tensely adds, “Do you, umm… I mean, do you want to, like—”

“You’re rambling.”

“I know, God, I’m so nervous! I may look like a naughty, sexy bad boy—”

“No one is saying that—“

“But I actually suck at this—as in, I don’t really know how to date a girl.”

“You don’t even know how to talk to a girl, based on the conversations we’ve had,” you comment and you know it’s not helping but it’s worth seeing his adorable pout. “Then don’t date me. If it’s hard for you to date, then let’s just keep being friends—"

“But I want to continue this!” He says it so fast and firmly that you don’t even have time to feel hurt about your offer.

It’s not like you crave a relationship with him—you haven’t thought about it that far—even just holding him like this is enough for now, so the fact that he’s so excited to have this going makes your heart swells with joy. “Well then, we’ll be friends who have casual sex anytime we want,” you suggest.

He blinks twice, a bit amazed at your offer, but to your surprise, he seems rather… disappointed? “What happens if we start catching feelings?” He quietly asks.

“Then I guess we’ll start dating for real.”

“Then…” He runs a hand through his hair, nervous. “What happens if I already have feelings for you?”

He states it so quietly, it’s a miracle you can even hear him. “Do you want to date me, Haechannie?”

He looks away, hiding his face in the crook of your neck. “Do you want to date me?” He murmurs against your skin, unsure and flustered.

You heave the heaviest sigh you’ve ever done in your life. “You’re unbelievable. I’ll decide for us then. Starting now, we’re dating.”

He lifts his head, and if he were a puppy, he would’ve had his tail wagging behind him, even when his face doesn’t show much. “That easy?”

“That easy. What, you have something to complain about?”

“No.” He grins, pressing a chaste kiss on your lips. “Hey, girlfriend.”

“Ugh, get off me, you’re gross.”

But no matter how hard you push your palm against his face, Haechan only giggles and turns you around so this time, you’re lying on his chest. “So,” he pushes a few strands of your hair behind your ear. “You like me, huh?”

“No, what makes you think that way?”

“Says the girl who just slept with me.”

“I slept with you ‘cause I was just curious about your dick. Jeno said you had a dick that was the size of his thumb.”

“Excuse me?!”

“Didn’t you see his InstaStory last night?” You reach up to gather your phone from the coffee table. “I took a screenshot of it actually. Man, you should’ve seen the comments. They’re hilarious.”

Snatching your phone away, Haechan runs his eyes along the words written on the screen. “That son of a bitch!”

Simpering, you sneak a peek under his boxer. “Well, he’s not wrong.”

“Oh, it’s on,” he deadpans, throwing your phone away and pushes you back down on the floor. His eyes glinting mischievously.

“What are you doing?” You’re still half-laughing when he brings your hands over your head, holding your wrists together with one hand as he settles between your thighs, his fingers hovering dangerously close.

“I’m gonna make you take your words back.” He wets his lip, one corner of his mouth turning upward. “Time for the second round, baby.”

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amarienne · 3 years

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Long and tired 15x20 rumblings. Beware of spoilers and the F word.

It’s been 10 hours since I watched the episode and I still can’t believe that was real and not a prank episode.

Let’s leave aside the destiel of it all, alright? We all knew getting a huge and proper destiel scene was not gonna happen, no matter how much we clowned the last few days.

But that was a shit show of writing and plot. Fair enough, they felt like a MOTW episode was very fitting to be the last and you know what, I agree. That first 10 minutes of a simple life jogging, making breakfast and petting the dog? I am all for it. Pie Fair? Perfect, who doesn’t like pie? And Dean surely deserved to eat to his heart’s content with no worry in the world.

But at the same time you are trying to tell me that Dean didn’t even blink while Sam mentioned Cas being dead? And that we didn’t even see Sam at least texting with Eileen who just one episode ago vanished in thin air and Sam, had to perform some pretty heavy self control and restraint so he didn’t break because of the loss? How am I, the audience, supposed to believe that??

Still, I was happily going along with it all still keeping hope (lol, what a fool) until they entered the barn. I saw that freaking rod while they were fighting. Don’t believe it if you don’t want to, but I saw the freaking metal rod and I saw Dean being attacked and I was like fuck no he’s gonna end up on it. And surely enough a second later he was. And being the naive person I am I thought ‘huh, interesting. maybe that’s how we see Jack in this episode, or we see Dean in the hospital fighting for his life because he realises he doesn’t want to keep doing this.’

Buuut nooo, ofc not. We get 10 minutes of Dean hanging from a nail making an otherwise lovely speech and Sam standing there listening to it. We get a *w*nc*est* aura with the hand holding and forehead touching? REALLY? I couldn’t fucking believe it. And then Dean dies.

Dean, who just last episode did not take vengeance on Chuck because ‘that’s not who I am’. A fact I am betting my life on comes of course, of course, from Castiel’s confession. So we finally get to see Dean accepting the fact he is not just a killer, but actually he is made of love and for love and he deserves to be happy. Guys, you can see it in his face, he starts to believe it. And he chooses to walk away with his brother and Jack and to simply leave Chuck behind to have the thing he is more scared of- the thing Dean craved more than anything: a normal life.

Enter a sad excuse of a funeral, a pathetic montage of Sam in the bunker and then a call for another hunt. And Sam leaving (forever? who the fuck knows) the bunker. And just as I feared we get to Heaven. And Dean is welcomed by Bobby. That scene was actually fine. At least we get to fucking know Cas is no longer in the Empty- that presumably Jack saved him and they are now together or were together to build Heaven. And the fact they all share a heaven is sweet, okay? Baby is there, Dean goes for a drive, Kansas is playing. Cheesy but lovely.

Montage of Sam living a normal life? A toddler with ‘Dean’ stitched on his clothes? Enter me losing my fucking mind on the turn of events. So Sam named the kid he had with a *faceless* woman Dean in honour of the brother that died like 3 days after saving the world. Huh?? Really? I mean really? What the fuck happenned to Eileen?? She was too precious for this episode and this fucking story.

At this point I am like, I wish I had not pressed play on this mess. But the God awful montage continues. We see Dean Jr (*retching from disgust on the cliche*) telling Sam it’s okay, mirroring the first death. Also what’s with the tatoo? Is he a hunter too? Did Sam continue hunting and pulled his son into it as well? Or was it just a general precaution/tradition. Fuck knows of course. Heart monitor goes beep (the fucking cliches will be the death of me) and we see a bunch of pictures. The faceless wife remains faceless because *who cares* let’s just show the parallells between the two brothers’ deaths.

Oh I forgot all this is to the sound of a pop cover of Carry on my Wayward Son. They didn’t even have the decency to keep the original playing.

And here I am thinking, wishing, being ready to make a crossroads deal that all this is not actually real. It’s a dream, or a nightmare, or an alternate reality or - my biggest hope- Gabriel’s playing a prank somehow.

But as we all now know, dear strangers, that was not it. Nope. Dean stops in a lovely bridge (after apparently a couple hours of driving) and Sam appears. They hug it out. And they watch the sun set over the fucking mountain top.

Oh and then we have the god awful goodbye message. The final blow so we stay on the ground.

Un-fucking-believable. That was like the worst fanfiction, wrapped in a last minute essay you’re writing that is due in six hours, dipped in a diary entry from when you were 9 and dusted with a touch of *who gives a fuck let’s just finish this*. Also let’s blame *COVID*.

All the beautiful scenes and moments of the past 15 seasons. All the character progression we thought we were witnessing. All the symbolism we thought we were seeing. All the secondary characters we got to love to just not see if they actually made it back after 15x18. All the blood, sweat and tears our four boys went through in the last few episodes. All yeeted out the fucking window. It was all for fucking nothing? For an ending my four year old niece could come up with on the spot?

They all die and live happily ever after in Heaven?

Betrayed does not begin to cover how I feel. I was not a hardcore fan of SPN by a long shot. But I know stories. This is not how a good story ends. And SPN was a good story. It deserved better. We deserved better. Our boys deserved better.

I am standing and slow clapping for the actors though. They were truly brilliant, they worked with this shit writing and managed to get to the other side of it. I would sell my left kidney to find out what they actually thought of that ending and to also ask the showrunner what kind of drunk dream made the basis of this finale. Oh, and also ask the folks at CW who green lighted this shitstorm how they’re feeling? The 1 star ratings at IMBD are raining like the fallen angels, bitch.

God. This was long and awful but even if noone read it, it made me feel better.

I can’t even begin to form coherent thoughts regardging the lack of Cas and destiel. Maybe on another post.

#supernatural #spn #spn 15x20 #dean #sam #destiel #supernatural finale #supernatural spoilers #shitshow #supernatural betrayed us #mine

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queenie2297 · 5 years

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Pain and Fear

Eyyy two new smuts in one day? What’s going on here? Well everyone, I’m trash and I don’t really post/ write all that nasty smut as often as I want to. So, here I am trying to make up for it with two posts in one day.

This was a suggestion by @flowercrowns-and-flames during a text conversation. So here we go!

P.S: this kind of is loosely based on events shown in the McCree short “Reunion”.

Warnings: non-con rape, blood, guns/weapons, violence (kinda), angst, bondage.

Rating: NC-17 (obviously)

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Deadlock Gorge was the place you called home since you were born. Your parents? Shittiest parents ever. They were never around so you had to find ways to take care of yourself. Feeding yourself was something you had to worry about, until you made friends with a couple of kids from the Deadlock Rebels. Ashe and Jesse. They were a couple of friends who found you stealing food from the local diner when you were eight years old.

They should have punished you, but instead, took pity on you and took you home with them. They gave you the best meal you had in years and a comfortable place to sleep. Though they were both six years your senior, Ashe and Jesse quickly became your closest companions, much like a big brother and sister.

When you were thirteen years old, Blackwatch came to Deadlock Gorge and The Rebels got caught in a bloody battle. Being that you were only thirteen, you were ordered to stay on base with the other young ones while you watched Ashe and Jesse march off into the gunfire.

As each minute passed that day, you grew more and more worried that your big brother and sister would not return to you. By the time night fell, you were a panicked mess. You went to bed with the other youngsters but remained wide awake until you heard footsteps and soft murmurs coming down the bunker hallway. You sat up and squinted through the darkness. Here came the older kids! There was Bob, James, Carly, Sue, Sammy, Dean and Cassie. Where was Ashe? Jesse? You stopped Cassie, who was only two bunks down from you,

“Hey, where’s Jesse and Ashe?”

“Ashe is looking for Jesse. She can’t find him.”

Tears welled up in your eyes as you tore down the bunker hallway in a dead sprint.

“ASHE! ASHE!”

You ran outside and found Ashe, staring up at the sky where you could just barely see a dropship flying away.

“(Y/N) what the hell are you doing up? Go back to bed.”

“Ashe. Where’s Jesse?” You asked fearfully.

Ashe turned to look at you with a tear-stained face.

“I’m pretty sure Blackwatch got ‘em.”

Seeing your sister’s tear-stained face made your stomach drop.

“Come on, kid. Let’s go back.”

“No! We have to keep looking for him!”

“(Y/N) don’t you think I looked everywhere by now. Trust me, he’s gone with em’. He betrayed us.”

Ashe grasped your hand firmly and took you back to base.

*** FAST FORWARD SIX YEARS LATER.

It had been six years to the day since that night.

Now nineteen, you had a firsthand look at what battles and missions were like for the deadlock rebels. Ashe was your new leader, which made you ecstatic. She taught you more things than the other kids your age were supposed to know. While the other kids were only taught how to operate a rifle, you were also taught handguns and explosives. Basically, you became Ashe’s wingwoman.

You and Ashe gathered a team to rob a train on what you thought was an ordinary day. Something every special was on this train that the rebel’s wanted to have. You knew little about it but you sure didn’t question your big sister. Little did you or Ashe know, your old friend Jesse would be the one who would intercept your plans.

*****

Your plan had gone well so far. You rigged up some explosives on the tracks so the train would most definitely stop to allow you and the others to raid the cars. They had gotten what Ashe wanted right away and loaded it onto a payload. You were sitting on top of the crate, guarding it from intruders, while you were casually speaking to Ashe. Gunfire rang out, startling the both of you. You cocked your gun out of instinct as one of the gang members ran out of the fire and smoke.

“Ashe! ASHE! We got company.”

“Be ready to fire, (Y/N).”

You stood up to aim, but the figure you saw sauntering out of the smoke made you drop your gun.

“What? What is it?” Ashe snapped at you.

“Jesse?” You whispered.

“As in Jesse McCree? Honey, he’s been gone a long time, remember?”

“No! Sis, look!”

Your suspicions proved to be true. It was Jesse; a much older Jesse. He has a scruffy beard and wore a different cowboy hat. However, you recognized his signature belt, reading “BAMF”.

“Jesse!” You cried.

You could see the sides of Ashe’s mouth curl up in a smile.

“Jesse McCree. Been a while.”

“Well, If it isn’t Ashe and (Y/N). You both have grown up quite a bit since I left.”

You hopped off of the payload and ran toward Jesse.

“Where have you been? I missed you!”

You threw your arms around his neck in a hug in which he only haphazardly returned.

“Hey, kid. I left the gorge and have been kinda busy.”

“I thought you were dead or something, Jesse! Why didn’t you at least write?”

“Like I said, I’ve been kinda busy.”

Jesse knew Ashe would be pissed and you would be hurt, but now was not the time to catch up. Jesse was on a mission and was prepared to do anything to get what he came for.

“What’s your business here, McCree?”

“My business here is taking that crate.”

Ashe looked down and tapped the rate with her rifle.

“This crate? Hmm.” Ashe leaned over and opened it to see what was inside. Her eyes widened and then looked back at McCree.

“Now you have my attention. What is it?”

“That’s for me to know and for you to never find out.”

“Hmm. No-can-do. It’s ours now.” Ashe smirked.

Jesse sighed.

“I hoped we wouldn’t have to do this the hard way, Ashe.”

Suddenly, Jesse’s hands wrapped around your waist and his peacekeeper grazed your temple.

“Don’t nobody move, or I’ll put a bullet in her head!” Jesse shouted.

“Jesse! What’s gotten into you?” You cried and struggled to break free. You looked to Ashe for help, but she kept her poker face.

“You’re bluffing.” She said.

“I’d do anything for that crate Ashe, even if it means taking this pretty things innocence away.” Jesse pauses to let his hand travel up to your plump breasts. “Damn. When did our little (Y/N) get so beautiful, Ashe? Let’s see, you outta be nineteen now, huh?”

“Jesse! Stop!”

You tried to pull away once more but his arm just tightened on your body.

“Now, (Y/N), I will take the gun away from your head if you stop struggling. Can you do that for me?”

“Just let me go Jesse! You’re scaring me!” You cried.

“Not until Big Sister there hands over the crate.”

“Ashe just give it to him already.”

“I still think he’s bluffing.” Ashe rolled her eyes.

Jesse huffed angrily and put the peacekeeper back in its hilt.

“Walk.” He told you.

He bent you over the payload, your face colliding with the metal, scratching your face up.

Jesse rutted his hips into your backside.

“Ya know, Ashe. I kinda regret leaving the gorge. I regret watching this beauty grow up.”

Holding your hands behind your back, Jesse tied them together with rope that he had on hand.

“Sorry, (Y/N). Not that I don’t trust you or anything, I just don’t want you hitting me.”

“Jesse! What are you…” You wailed when Jesse pulled down your tight, black leather pants and lacy white panties in one swift movement.

“Don’t you move now (Y/N).”

You were absolutely mortified being exposed like this to the other rebels. You turned your face away so you didn’t have to look at their reactions. Jesse took off his belt and slapped it across your ass with a force that no human should possess. Your ass stung and your knees buckled as tears rolled down your face.

With an annoyed huff, Jesse hoisted you back up onto the payload.

“I told ya not to move!”

Another slap from the belt.

“Still think I’m bluffin’ Ashe?” Jesse grinned up at her. She stood motionless, watching the scene in front of her.

“Fine. Maybe I need to prove myself more.”

Jesse took his lit cigar from his mouth and plunged it into your arm. While you were distracted by the scalding wound on your arm,

You managed to hear Jesse unzip his pants and you started to panic.

“Ashe, just give him the damn crate! PLEASE!” You looked up at her with tear-stained eyes. She turned away and closed her eyes.

“Oh no, Ashe. You’re gonna watch me do this. You’re all gonna watch me ruin her.”

“ASHE! PLEASE! MAKE HIM STOP!”

Your stomach sank as you felt Jesse’s hard cock tease the entrance to your virgin hole.

“Please, Jesse, if you’re gonna do this, please be gentle.”

He grabbed your ponytail and yanked your head backward.

“I don’t know gentle.” He growled in your ear.

You screamed so loudly when Jesse entered you with so much force, he tore your hymen open with the first thrust.

“Oh fuck, (Y/N). Nice and tight for me.”

Jesse did not stop relentlessly thrusting into you, despite your pained pleas.

“It burns! Oh god it burns!” You cried.

“Oh god, it burns.” Jesse mocked you. “Maybe if your dear old sis would give me the crate, this would all be over, huh?” Jesse moaned and growled.

“Fuck, (Y/N). You’re squeezing me in all the right places. Gonna..make...me…”

“Ok! Fine! You can have this damn crate!” Ashe shouted, finally breaking.

“Oh, you’re too late now. Gonna cum in this pretty girl’s pussy. Should have said something earlier.”

“NO!” You screamed.

Jesse’s hip motions staggered.

“Gonna... fill... you... up! FUCK!” His body stilled and his hot seed coated your walls.

“No.” You whimpered.

“Now, just remember this, both of you. I always get what I want and I will do whatever it takes to get it. Now give me the crate.”

Ashe kicked the crate off the payload and in exchange, he untied your hands behind your back and shoved you to the ground. Ashe was by your side in an instant. Jesse readjusted himself before picking the crate up and walking off, turning back to look down at you with a scoff, but looking into his eyes, you saw that they were pained, like he really didn’t want to do what he just did to you. Like he would take it all back if he could. You watched Jesse McCree, the man you thought of as your big brother, walk away as he never looked back.

You heard the laughing of the other rebels behind you, which turned you bright red from embarrassment. Tears did not stop flowing from your eyes as Ashe held you close.

“Don’t you dare laugh at her! Go on now, git!” The rebels scurried away.

“Jesus, (Y/N). There’s blood all down your leg. And...your arm. Damn. Can you stand?”

“I think so.” You mumbled.

“C’mon. I can get you on the payload and it will take you back to base.”

Ashe helped you stand up and up onto the payload, where you laid down, almost too weak to even sit up.

“Here. Wipe the blood off with my bandanna. Here’s my jacket to cover up with, too.” Ashe sat up next to you on the payload and pressed the button to allow it to move and the two of you took a silent ride back home when in your mind, you were crying for your big brother, who was somewhere out there, to comfort you.

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xxx-cat-xxx · 6 years

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I don´t need to be the hero tonight

Another Iron Man Sickfic. This time he´s in a pretty bad shape both physically and mentally due to a battle lost, but, being Tony, tries to pretend that all is well in front of May and Peter. Set sometime after Spiderman: HC, assuming that May knows about the true nature of Peter´s internship by then. h/c, emeto, that´s it. For anyone wondering, the title is from a song I was listening to while writing (as in the first two fics I wrote).

I´d love to hear what you think about it.

Tony was mentally done with the day before it had even started. But he had promised Peter to accompany him and May on a picnic, and Tony Stark took pride in being man who kept his promises. So, he limped into the elevator that brought him down to the garage, dragged himself into one of his sports cars and set off to pick up his protégé .

He groaned when he left the highway and turned into a road filled with potholes that marked the entrance to Peter´s neighbourhood. Tony was hurting all over - nothing too serious, but enough to make him more than uncomfortable, especially when the car wanted him to witness every bump in the pavement.

He had taken heavy hits in the fight the day before, was covered in bruises and still bleeding from small to medium-sized wounds in several places. He was probably lightly concussed - at least the pounding ache in his head and the slight nausea in his stomach told him so, but he couldn´t be sure since he had not bothered to consult medical after the battle had taken a turn from bad to worse.

But to be honest, the headache might also stem from the indecent amounts of scotch in which he had tried to drown his anger after reaching back, or from the fact that he had just completed his third sleepless night in a row. He had actually planned on getting to bed early yesterday, not wanting to show up all zombie-like on Peter´s doorstep, but the debrief-turned-lecture had taken till 2 in the morning, and then his armour had been in dire need of repair, which was something he never, ever put off to later.

When he had been done mending the suit, the sun had already been up, and weighing the benefits of two hours napping against the amount of energy it would have taken to drag himself out of bed, he had opted for a long shower and a few cups of coffee in front of the TV instead. Which had done nothing to improve his mood, since footage of the inglorious battle had been playing up and down on every single channel in the country.

When he pulled up in front of May´s appartment, Peter was already waiting outside, and he couldn´t help but smirk at the happy smile on the kid´s face. He tried to get out of the car as smoothly as possible, but his swollen left knee protested at the movement and he couldn´t suppress a wince when he stood. Peter noticed and opened his mouth to ask, but Tony cut him off when May appeared.

“Pete, you never told me you were hiding a secret sister somewhere?” he joked, waving at May.

“And he never told me that you left engineering and are doing professional boxing now?” she rebutted, taking in the impressive shades of red and blue that decorated Tony´s face, before giving him a tight hug. “It´s nice to see you, Tony.”

As soon as they were sitting in the car, Peter started questioning him.

“What happened yesterday, Mr Stark? You got pretty beaten up, didn´t you?”

Tony frowned while turning down the heavy metal blarring from the car´s speakers. “Ya, kid, not really our most glorious moments. Would rather we don´t talk about it now?”

“But you should have called me! I could have helped, I-”

“No way, kiddo.” Tony gave him a serious look through the rear mirror. “That yesterday was NC-17, that was way above your paygrade. Apart from that, you had an exam, didn´t he?” He nodded in May´s direction for confirmation.

“Phh...” Peter blew out air angrily.

“Still, Tony”, May said in a softer voice, “you look pretty pale, are you alright? We saw you being thrown into that building on TV, Peter was worried all night you wouldn´t show up...”

“Hey, I wasn´t really - that´s not fair,” Peter interrupted her, his face flushing red.

“I´m good”, Tony said, blinking away his ever-growing headache “Have a little faith, it takes more than a few criminals gone wild to bring down Iron Man.”

---

May and Peter had tried hard to produce a perfect picnic, and Tony felt guilty about how he just couldn´t really bring himself to enjoy. He pretended alright, chatting away, cracking jokes and having a competition with May about who could embarass Peter the most. He complimented May on her dress (which was in fact very nice) and the homemade food she´d brought (which was not). But in between, he could feel his mind drifting back to the battlefield, replaying the scenes, thinking about what he could have done different to yield a better outcome.

But the truth was, with a team that practically only consisted of him, Nat and his armours, with Rhodey on comm duty since he still hadn´t been cleared to fight, there was only so much he could do in a situation where they were significantly outnumbered. He didn´t want to admit it, but they would have needed Steve Rogers out there. The thought left a bitter taste in his mouth.

He felt himself grow more and more tired over the course of the morning, the lack of sleep finally catching up with him. Every muscle in his body was aching, the bruises and cuts throbbing in the rhythm of his heartbeat. His head was definitely hurting bad now, the too-bright summer sun constantly sending jolts of pain through his brain, and he wished he´d brought some Excedrin. He briefly considered asking May whether she carried any painkillers, but he didn´t want to give himself away, didn´t want to ruin the lighthearted atmosphere by getting them worried over him.

When they finally made to leave, he stood up too fast while trying to help May fold the picnic rug, and the world suddenly dissolved into pixels of blackness. Tony felt himself swaying on his feet, grasped for something to steady himself and only found Peter´s arm. He held onto it tightly while the ground tilted away from him and reality took too long to reassamble in front of his eyes.

When he could see halfway clearly again, he was on the ground, May and Peter hovering over him, their faces tainted with concern. So much for not getting them worried.

“Tony? Can you hear me?” May asked.

“Yeah, I can. I´m sorry, I´m alright”, he breathed while slowly sitting up, feeling shaky and stupid.

“Are you okay? What happened?” Peter asked, his voice high and shrill in Tony´s ears.

“I just, kind of, got dizzy for a moment.” He took the hand Peter offered to pull himself upright, trying to look like he didn´t need it, trying not to let vertigo bring him down again, and trying not to put too much weight on his bad knee.

“You didn´t sleep last night, did you?” the kid asked.

Tony´s silence was answer enough.

“Okay, we´ll get you home and then you rest, Tony.” May said with an authority in her voice Tony hadn´t noticed before. “Just get into the car, I´ll drive us back.”

“Hey, this is a very expensive model, dont break anyth- ” he was cut off with a glance that made him understand why Peter would sometimes be afraid of that woman. He briefly considered insisting that he should drive - it was is car, after all - but then deemed it not worth the argument. Also, he had to admit that he was probably not in the condition to walk a straight line right now, let alone operate a vehicle. He was seeing everything through a blurry haze, and things seemed to be moving at a lower speed than they usually did.

They drove in silence. Tony was too exhausted to come up with anything to say, and Peter, who was sitting at the back with him, was evidently unsure about how to behave. He kept on shooting him worried glances every few seconds until Tony had enough of it.

“Geez, kid, stop glaring. I´m not gonna pass out on you.” It came out harsher than intended. God, he was tired. And nauseous. He was starting to taste May´s homemade blueberry cake at the back of his mouth, and he desperately wished that they would make it back fast.

Peter just looked at him, a little sadness in his eyes. “That wasn´t what I was thinking about. It´s just...you need to start taking care of yourself, Mr Stark. You just keeled over and I, I-” he broke off, looking at May for help.

“Noone would have been angry if you had called the picnic off today, Tony.” she said quietly. “Of course we want to spend time with you, but we would have understood if you had taken the day off to rest.”

Tony knew they were right. But he also knew that the person they were talking about, a person who would cancel commitments just because he´d taken a few hits and hadn´t slept a while, was not and never could be Iron Man. So he didn´t reply, instead opting to lean his aching neck back against the headrest and close his eyes.

---

He woke up to his stomach turning over when May took a particularly narrow curve. “Shit”, he cursed under his breath. That was definitely not how the day was supposed to go. He fought down a gag, tasting bile at the back of his mouth.

“May, pull over, please - “ he urged, swallowing heavily. May took only a few seconds to bring the car to a hold at the side of the forest road. He scrambled through his brain for a viable excuse while unbolting his seat belt with shaky fingers, but he couldn´t find any. There was no time, anyways. He felt cold sweat breaking out over his brow while his stomach went into contraction.

He stumbled out of the car and limped a few meters into the forest as fast as he could, desperate to get out of eyesight, before he bent over and retched violently. He brought up undigested food he had eaten at the picnic, the smell of it making him even more nauseous. He heaved again, pain zig-zagging through his body, his worn out muscles protesting against the strain. His head was threatening to burst into pieces.

It took what felt like years for his stomach to empty itself, and Tony was trying to catch his breath when he heard Peter´s voice hesitantly calling out from behind him.

“Mr Stark, do you need help?”

“I´m good, kid” Tony croaked, his voice hoarse from retching. “Be right back, don´t come he-”

“Oh. Yikes.” Peter stepped out from behind a tree, cringing when he saw the mess on the ground.

“Told you not to come here.” Tony said weakly, wiping a shirt sleeve over his mouth and leaning heavily against a tree when vertigo made the world sway again.

“I´m okay, just, give me a minute.” he breathed, “and please don´t let May see me like this, seriously.”

“Ya, she´s not stupid. She sent me to check you´re not dead.” He took in Tony´s trembling form, frowning. “Not sure what to tell her, though.”

“I´m just....” he trailed of, unable to bring himself to lie to the kid again. “Fine, I´m not okay right now. But I will be, I promise.” He breathed in slowly. “Just took a bad beating yesterday, and I´m not good at losing. But it´s not the first time, and I´m gonna get over it. Just please don´t worry so much, Pete.”

Tony glanced over at him, trying for it not to look pleading. He was hurting everywhere, feeling like he might pass out or puke again any minute, couldn´t get that god-damn fight out of his head, and on top of it all, he had managed to get the kid genuinely upset over his lack of self-care. He had failed on all levels, and he just couldn´t handle all the emotions raining down on him right now.

Peter seemed to look right through him for a minute.

“You want some water?” he offered finally, and Tony gratefully took the bottle to rinse his mouth. He allowed Peter to put a supporting arm around his shoulders while they slowly made their way back to the car.

“You know, Mr Stark,” Peter said when they had nearly reached the street where May was waiting, “I get it that you are upset about that battle. But... I saw the footage on TV. And if I just one day in my life put up a fight like you did yesterday, I´d be really proud of myself.”

And for the first time that day, Tony felt himself hiding not only his pain, but a genuine smile from Peter Parker.

#tony stark #peter parker #aunt may #sickfic #emeto #fan fic #sick tony #hurt tony #tony!whump #emetophilia #irondad #spiderson

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siconetribal · 6 years

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One Step Closer

Rating: NC-17 (due to subject matter)

Pairing: Yoosung Kim/Kira (I named the MC for ease of writing, you can change the name in your head since it is just MC)

Warning: Past Trauma, Implication of Past Forced Relations, Insecurities, Past Verbal Abuse

It had all started like any other day, Yoosung was heading off to the clinic and she was going to work from home. She gave him one last hug before letting him leave, smiling and waving brightly until the door was shut. The smile crumbled and her hand fell heavy to her side. She knew she should probably talk to him, open up to him but she just was not able to even think about it today. It had been on her mind for some time now, though they had been married maybe a little over a month. How she had managed to land an adoring and sweet partner like Yoosung Kim was an enigma to her.

Especially with how my first marriage, this is a miracle. She frowned at the thought. It was an arranged marriage, one her father insisted on and pushed for. She argued with him to hold off and give more time, but the verbal battles always went the same: aggressive and insulting. The sharp words flew everywhere, at her and her mother. To keep the peace, she only hoped she was doing the right thing by saying yes. Sadly, that was not the case at all. A year passed and she realized he was not all that interested in getting to know her. He only wanted to have sex, believing that sex was only allowed after marriage. She also had been saving herself until marriage, but she never thought it would have been forced on her so suddenly and in such a twisted way.

She numbly walked to the curtains and pulled them shut to black out the sun that just seemed all to bright right now as she recalled the verbal matches she had with her ex-husband. He had promised they would take time to get to know each other but then he went around spreading lies about her to his mother and her father. He cooked up all sorts of things to feed her father who was enraged by her lack of being a proper wife.

A proper wife, what is that even? She chewed at her lower lip as she started to tidy up the place. She always questioned if she was doing right by Yoosung. She cooked when she could, though he did when he was free and sometimes they cooked together. He took her out on dates and she made sure the house was always clean for him which he always failed to notice but when she knew where something was he would praise her endlessly for being the best person to ever be born on this planet. An angel just for him.

She could not help but wonder, if she was an angel why was she put through such a relationship? She had never even dated a guy before her ex-husband and suddenly she was thrown into a marriage. She knew it would be tough, she knew communication was pivotal, she was working at it alone. Picking at the hem of her shirt, she rolled a little ball of fuzz that came off between her fingers as she recalled all the criticism she was given by her ex-mother-in-law, her own mother who had no idea what was truly going on, and her husband who lied to her face only to turn around and tell her he had said those things and how justified he was until she finally just gave in and had sex with him.

He promised how everything would be better, and yet nothing changed. He demanded more and was angry when she would have her period, as if she had control over that. He was utterly terrible as well. Not that she was anyone with experience, but the had not even kissed and she never felt comfortable with doing anything except letting him put it in her. The thought of it made her stomach coil with disgust and she quickly shook her head and took a few deep breaths.

“I’m sure there’s a movie I can stream...yeah, just do that.” She tried to convince herself and forced the memories to the back of her mind. The room was dark except for the flickering lights of the television. Huddled up on the sofa with a blanket thrown around and empty bags of snack food piled on the floor was Kira. She was looking at the screen, but it was clear she was elsewhere. Gripping the blanket tighter, she leaned over until she was toppled onto the sofa before curling up further into her warmth. Squeezing her eyes shut, she took a few practiced breaths to force the acrid nausea that threatened to take over her. It was nothing new, she was used to this by now.

It’s not like this is the first time I remembered...so why am I like this now? She grit her teeth as his face came to mind. The one person she never wanted to think of when it came to this. Someone she hoped would forever be untainted by her. A cold scoff left her lips. I was always dirty...I just didn’t want to admit it because ignorance is bliss right? He doesn’t know how defiled I am...no one does. She clenched her jaw as she swallowed the bile that threatened to rise up in the back of her throat. Forcing herself off the sofa, she headed to her bathroom. The icky feeling was too much and she needed to clean herself of the grime only she could see.

In no time she was standing in a freezing cold shower, her body shaking from the drops that felt like pelting ice but she was not sure she really felt it at all. She stared at her hands, frowning a little. She was separated from him for one year before she was finally able to gather a divorce. It was like her life had finally taken a turn for the better as she met a group of unique individuals who were so welcoming and warm, the members of the RFA. Among them was her now current husband, which she knew she would forever be grateful for. Of course there were troubles with the unknown hacker but they found their peace finally...that is until her body started to fail on her. Apparently all the stress she had been holding in finally took a toll on her, that was what the doctors had told her to explain the random seizures she woke up with one morning.

It was minor at first, but the frequency increased to the point that she was no longer able to hide it. Jumin had been a great help in finding a good doctor who gave her medicine that has been helping. She just wished they would go away just as quickly as they had come and she could finally start building confidence to take a step further in their relationship. She did not get why he wanted to marry a mess like her and even stay with her after all this. She felt so guilty that she was not able to be with him like a couple should be because of her own insecurities.

“Maybe they were right, maybe I’m just useless.” She mumbled to herself, balling her hands into fists. “I’m such waste.” Squeezing her eyes tight, she took in a few shaky breaths as she imagined the water was purifying her in some way. She was not sure how long she was just in there in a daze, her eyes were not exactly focused on anything when she heard pounding at the bathroom door. She noticed she was sitting in a tub full of water now, the water must have shifted to scalding hot but it was no longer at that temperature. “I few more minutes,” she mumbled, letting her eyes fall close again. Hey, don’t keep shouting my name like that...you’ll make people worry...I’m fine. She thought to the person shouting her name as the door knob rattled until it stopped.

She thought she was just hearing things when the door was suddenly kicked in with a large bang, the force ripping out the top hinge as it clattered and slammed against the wall. She had slipped away just before Yoosung had stepped in. He had ran here to see her, since she was not responding to anyone’s texts. He had a bit of a gap between patients so he hopped into his car and drove back. He was greeted by a dark room with the television on and her phone was lost in the puddle of a blanket. He had laughed off the scene as a cute lazy moment but when he heard a lack of response from him calling her name he began to worry. He looked around, thinking she may be in her room only to hear the exhaust on.

“Kiki?” He knocked on the door. There was no answer. She probably didn’t hear over the exhaust. “Hey, Kiwi! It’s Yoosung, you ok?” He knocked a little louder and raised his voice. “Sweetie?” He rose his voice again and knocked, rattling the knob. There was only silence. He waited a minute, rationalizing that she probably was going to step out any moment now so he paced the room. Still, all he heard was the sound of the exhaust so he tried again, this time slapping his hand on the door with the heel of his palm as he fiddled with the knob. The more silence he got, the more panic had set in. What if she had fallen and hurt herself? What if she had a huge seizure of some kind and was unable to call for help? As the train of thought began, it quickly hurdled into the depths of his worries as he suddenly wondered if she had been unconscious in the bathroom for hours and none of them had known. As his panic rose, so did his efforts. Unable to get a response, he kicked the door in with all his might and quickly rushed in to the overly steamed bathroom only to feel his body run cold with his blood. His wife was lying in the tub with an empty prescription bottle on the floor.

“Kira?!” He shouted her name repeatedly as he quickly fished her out of the tub, not caring about his clothes as he quickly brought her to the bed. “Shit, what do I do? Did she overdose?! No, stop that! You know she wouldn’t...ok, you better not have Kira! I swear I won’t forgive you if you did!” He snapped, trying to shake her awake. “C’mon Kiwi...please.” He pleaded, lightly smacking her cheek to see if he was able to get some reaction from her. Never had he felt so terrible for not becoming a regular doctor instead of a Veterinarian as he did now in this moment. “Shit, c’mon sweetie...let this be some overdone joke of yours! Just tell me Seven put you up to this, anything...just, please!” His voice cracked as he held her tight. “Open your eyes Kira, c’mon. I’m sorry I didn’t notice...I’m such an idiot! I swore I’d be there...dammit, I’m such a failure. Please Kira...don’t leave me.” He tried to coax her, about to lose hope when he noticed her start twitch and flinch. As relief washed over him he suddenly felt boneless as he fell to his knees beside the bed and hung his head as she came to.

“When did I get out here?” She mumbled, slowly sitting up but was suddenly hit by a wave of dizziness and almost fell back down as her elbow buckled under her weight. “Damn...I must’ve sat in the heat for too long.” Her voice came out in a rasp, throat dry when she finally noticed someone was beside her. Not just anyone, a very wet and crying Yoosung? Wait, why is he crying? “Yo-Yoosung?! What are you, h-hey why are you crying?!” She fumbled to sit up when his hands grabbed her shoulders and pulled her into a crushing hug.

“Never scare me like that again! I’m so glad you’re safe...thank gawd your safe!” He whispered in to her hair. “Why...why would you do that? If you were having a rough time why didn’t you tell me?!” He scolded her. He knew he should call for medics but right now he was not sure if he ever wanted to let her go. He was afraid she would disappear if he let go.

“Wait, what? Yoosung, what are you...I fell asleep in the tub...that can happen you know.” She frowned, rubbing his back to try and soothe him as she felt him shake in her arms. “I must’ve gotten overheated and didn’t realize.

“What…?” He suddenly pulled her away and stared her right in the eyes. “Don’t lie, I saw the pill bottle. It’s completely empty.”

“Pill bottle…empty...? Oh! No, that’s not-I took the last pill in that not all of them. I have a refill in the cabinet waiting to be cracked open. Yoosung, honey, did you think I overdosed?” She raised a brow at this.

“Can you blame me? I’ve been here for like an hour and no response from you. I had to kick the door in just to get to you and then there was the bottle!” Kira looked over at the bathroom to see the busted door and gaped at the fact.

“I’m really sorry! I had no idea, I just was a lot more tired than I thought!” She fumbled for the right apology but he pressed a finger to her lips as he pulled her into another bone crushing hug. “I guess the drowsiness the medicine sometimes causes plus the heat just knocked me out.”

“It’s fine, it’s fine, I’m just glad you’re safe.” He mumbled, holding her tight when she suddenly started to fidget. He looked down to see her cheeks are pretty red and frowned at this. “Are you still feeling a bit overheated?”

“Uh...no, just....uhm...I know you came in to save me and all...but uhm, can I have a towel or something?” She whispered, trying her best to over the essentials of her body. It took a moment for the reality to register, Yoosung’s face burning up almost identical to hers as he quickly grabbed her robe and handed it to her. He forced himself not to stare by turning his back to her and tried to wish away any and all primal reaction that replayed the feel of her soft nude body pressed so tight against his. He muttered an apology, clearing his throat.

“It’s fine, really. You had good intentions...it’s fine.” She laughed off. “I’m all wrapped up now so we’re good. You can turn around again.” She cleared her throat, tightening the belt and holding it closed over her chest. He carefully turned back towards her, kneeling down once more as he grabbed ahold of her hands.

“Even if you didn’t overdose...I’ve noticed you’ve been a bit off. Sweetie, you know you can come to me anytime right? I’m your husband after all. I want to protect you from everything...even from yourself.” He kissed her knuckles and like magic the wall came tumbling down as tears slid down her face. Curling over, she cried as she spilled everything to him. From her terrible past experience to her current lasting insecurities and health. Silently, he listened and just as she imagined she saw the pain in his eyes. She opened her mouth to apologize for the umpteenth time but she silenced her with a kiss and pressed his forehead to hers as he pulled her onto his lap.

“Kira, thank you for telling...thank you for letting me.” He whispered. “Thank you for trusting me and please, don’t ever apologize for something like this. I’m your husband, of course I would want to be there for you...but don’t think I’m just waiting to have sex with you. I mean, yes, I would like for us to...but when you’re ready as well. I don’t mind waiting for you, I told you that on our wedding night and that still stands to this day. I love you for you and we will take the next step when you’re ready...but know this, no matter what you think you like I know you’re beautiful...and so strong. You’ve been so very strong on your own, but you have me now so lean on me more. Just like I have you, you have me. Remember that ok?”

She sniffled softly as she gave a silent smile, letting him pepper kisses randomly on her face until finally kissing her on the lips. Seeing her shy smile back on her lips he felt his heart soar. She was genuinely smiling this time and he knew it. He frowned a little though as he noticed the time. He had to get back to work,

“Wait, Yoosung! You were at work! Don’t you have patients?” She quickly jumped off his lap and dragged him over to the closet as he explained he came since he had time and she was not answering the phone. The two of them change once dried and once again he was out the door, however this time they both were genuinely happy and closer than before

#MysMes #Mystic Messenger #Yoosung Kim #MC

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devintrinidad · 4 years

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I really like that scene too where he's on her lap, nuzzling his face against her and grasping her wrist. It's both very childlike yet incredibly sinister. It reminds me how all cells grow up w/parental figures until they can take care of themselves. CC never had that. He had a friend. That's why he can easily call WBC his friend and even show respect/understanding towards him (in his own twisted way) because he experienced friendship. But CC never had anyone to nurture him like the platelets -

2 have Megakaryocyte. Rbcs had Macrophage. Immune cells had older immune cells. Normal cells had older Ncs. Ect. Every cell had at least one parental figure except CC. RBC is pretty different as he can't relate to her w/'destiny' like he can w/WBC. But he sees how older cells tend to younger ones and how RBC acts nurturing to others (like giving WBC handkerchiefs or tea to comfort him). He's like yeah you're mom and tries to have her imitate things he's seen in other cells. Like resting -

3 his head on her lap. Holding her hand. Maybe even sleeping next to her in a bed because that's a thing little kids want to do. Having her shower him w/affection like brushing his hair or hugging. Basically that and any other ideas he gets on what he considers mom enough. He's a confused little monster trying to figure out what he likes best from her. But so far he's content w/constant snuggles because she's warm and soft and for brief moments he can forget how agonizingly cold he is. Of -

4 course if she refuses, can't fake it good enough or doesn't know what he wants fast enough. She gets less then pleasent reception from him. Describing him as a spoiled infant demanding his tired mom for more is correct! All he sees is a all take and no give relationship. I think RBC would view him the same way WBC probably does. He's a cell that had no choice to be a destroyer and is pitiful. However when a tsunami hits, you don't hate the tsunami. It's just a force of destruction. CC is -

5 more of a force then a person. It's almost pointless to hate him personally because he is what he is: a monster of death that needs to be obliterated. RBC's feeling are complicated yet simple here. She'll hate his actions but not him because what good will it do. She pities his existence and does feel pain for his need for love, a thing he can't even comprehend. When he's dead she'll feel nothing but relief he's gone and hopes his suffering existence will end for good.

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Hey there, CAW Anon!

As always, I love your analyses and thoughts! I love the parallels among the different caretakers and how Cancer Cell is different from all that. I guess he’s trying to decipher what different types of love there are, with 1146 as a friend and 3803 as a weird cross between a mother and possible lover. Interesting implications there, it could be a reason why he could be so possessive of 3803. He wants to know why he has this different relationship dynamic than that of him and 1146. What makes her so different?

And of course, I love your interpretation of how 3803 would react to the situation. Honestly, I think you’re right. She definitely would feel sorry for Cancer, but there might be some vestiges of hostility there. She wouldn’t directly advocate for his eventual death, but she would definitely be relieved that he was gone.

Interesting ideas! :D

#cells at work #hataraku saibou #caw cancer #caw cancer cell #ae-3803 #a3803 #3803 #devin trinidad #devintrinidad #devin trinidad author #devintrinidad author #anon ask #caw anon

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365daysofj2 · 7 years

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In A Heartbeat (NORAD!Boys, NC-17)

When the doorbell rings, Jared jumps out of his chair and tries to pretend he hasn’t been nearly jumping out of his skin with anticipation for hours now. He forces himself to stroll to the door instead of running like he wants to. When he opens the door, Jensen’s standing there with his little white fluffball in his arms, and fucking hell, he’s even prettier in person. Although Jared saw plenty of Jensen’s modeling photoshoots on Google Images, nothing could have prepared him for the vibrant green eyes, longer and prettier eyelashes than most women Jared knows, and those fucking obscene lips, pink and shining from the cold, and the slight pink flush on his freckle-dusted cheeks. He looks Iike a marble statue of divine perfection given flesh and blood. Jared can’t even speak; the entire English language has left his head except for the words, God, he’s pretty. Jensen’s smile falters. “Jared? Hi, I’m not late, am I?” Jared swallows hard. “No, uh—come in. Please.” He steps aside, feeling so awkward he wants to hide his face in his hands. Jensen puts Icarus down on the floor and he trots right up to Jared’s legs and starts sniffing him all over. Jared kneels down, awkwardness forgotten, and lets the teeny fluffball sniff his fingers. Then he gives him some chin scratches and pets, and Icarus snuggles right up to him as if they’re lifelong friends. “He likes you,” says Jensen. Jared looks up to see Jensen grinning just as wide as he is. “I knew he would. He’s got good taste.” Jared stands up and extends a hand. “So do you.” Jensen takes his hand and Jared pulls him in for a hug. Jensen doesn’t hesitate at all, simply folds himself into Jared’s arms like he belongs there. Jared just holds him for a long moment, relishing the feel of another person after so long a drought. He joined the military during the DADT years, and even though it’s been several years since it was discontinued, he still feels the old paranoia and instinct to run from guys who seem too friendly, even when they’re civilians. But Jensen? Jensen’s a different story. Jared finally lets go, even though he doesn’t really want to, and Jensen steps back. “So, are you hungry? I’ve got chicken and dumplings in the slow cooker, and I was planning to bake some crescent rolls once you got here.” Jensen’s eyes brighten. “That sounds amazing. Yeah, I could definitely eat.” Jared leads Jensen to the kitchen and pops the crescent rolls, already folded and spread out on the tray, into the oven. “Would you like something to drink? Iced tea, lemonade…wine?” “What kind of wine?” “I’ve got some California Chardonnay,” answers Jared. “It’s supposed to be good with chicken.” “That sounds awesome,” says Jensen. Jared gestures to the dining room. “Have a seat, I’ll bring it out.” Jensen sits down at the table. Jared pours two generous glasses of wine and takes them out to the dining room. He hands one to Jensen and sets the other at his own seat. Jensen smiles. “Thanks.” “You’re welcome.” Jared glances at the timer on the kitchen counter. “The rolls will be done in about ten minutes, and then we can eat.” Jared bustles around, putting butter and salt and pepper on the table and setting it with silverware and bread plates. Jensen finally grabs his wrist before he can go back in the kitchen. “Are you avoiding me?” he asks, point-blank. Jared bites his lip. “I’m a little nervous,” he replies, which is the understatement of the year. He’s actually terrified that Jensen’s going to realize that Jared isn’t good enough for him. Jensen smiles and the corners of his eyes crinkle up in the most adorable way. It’s ridiculous, how amazingly gorgeous Jensen is. It’s hard to believe he’s real. “Please don’t be. Underneath the TV star exterior is just another Texas boy who spoils his dog rotten and dotes on his nephew.” Jared takes a deep breath. “I know. It’s just—you’re you. And I’m just me.” “Well, ‘just you’ is a pretty amazing guy,” says Jensen, standing up. He wraps an arm around Jared’s waist and pulls him close. “One I can easily see myself falling for—if I haven’t already.” Jared feels his cheeks grow hot. Jensen tilts his head up and kisses his jaw. “You’re smart, and you can cook, and you’re built like a freakin’ tank…” He gently nips at the skin under Jared’s ear. “And oh yeah, you have the brightest smile I’ve ever seen and the most adorable dimples, to boot.” Jared literally squirms in discomfort at the praise he doesn’t feel he deserves. But Jensen just reaches up and turns Jared’s head so he can capture his lips for a tender kiss. “As far as I’m concerned, you’re perfect,” murmurs Jensen. They keep making out until the oven timer shrieks, thoroughly wrecking the moment. Jared springs back and rushes to the oven to grab the rolls before they burn. He sets the hot pan on a cooling rack and retrieves two large stoneware bowls from the cupboard. He puts the rolls in a basket and takes it out to the table, then returns to dish up the chicken and dumplings into the bowls. He takes the two bowls into the dining room and when he sets one in front of Jensen, he moans with pleasure. “Man, that smells amazing.” Jared ducks his head. “Hope it tastes that good.” Jensen takes a bite and closes his eyes. This time the moaning is almost obscene. “Oh my God, that’s good.” Jared can’t hide his smile. “Thanks,” he says quietly, and reaches for a roll. He butters it while Jensen takes another pornographic bite. They don’t talk much during dinner, preferring to eat quickly and get to the fun stuff sooner. Jensen helps him clean up the dishes and pack up the leftovers, which Jared agrees to let him take when he leaves tomorrow. Jensen gives him a passionate kiss to thank him, which threatens to turn into another make-out session until Jensen draws back and whispers, “Let’s take this upstairs.” Jared grins and takes Jensen’s hand, leading him up the stairs to his bedroom. It’s dark, but when Jared goes to turn on the light, Jensen stills his hand. “Leave it,” he breathes. “More romantic that way.” Jared grins. He picks up a lighter and lights the two aromatherapy candles he put on his dresser this morning. “How’s this for romantic?” In the low light, Jared can see Jensen’s answering smile. “Perfect.” He crosses his arms over his stomach and pulls his black sweater over his head. Jared removes his t-shirt and steps out of his jeans and boxers. Jensen sheds his own jeans and boxer-briefs and takes a tentative step forward. Jared decides to show Jensen just how much gym time he gets in a week and scoops him up in a bridal carry. It’s only a few steps to reach the bed, and lays Jensen out as carefully as he would a porcelain doll. Jensen reaches up and cups his neck, then pulls him down for a bruising kiss. Jared climbs on the bed without breaking the kiss and straddles Jensen’s hips. Jensen throws one leg over Jared’s back and flips him with so little effort that Jensen actually laughs out loud. After a second of catching his breath, Jared does as well. “That’s my signature move,” says Jensen. “Learned it in the pilot.” “You do your own stunts?” asks Jared, raising an eyebrow. “Most of ‘em,” Jensen replies proudly. He presses his lips to Jared’s jaw and kisses a trail down to his stomach. “My own nude scenes, too.” “You do nude scenes on network TV?” “It’s 2017,” answers Jensen. “My ass pulled a 3 share last time.” “I assume that’s a good thing?” “My ass got better ratings in two minutes than Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D.’s gotten in two years,” Jensen boasts. Jared traces the curve of Jensen’s ass with one hand and then teases at his hole. “I can see why.” “But your ass—” Jensen runs the tip of a finger around Jared’s hole so lightly that it makes Jared’s hair stand on end. “Your ass is a fucking work of art. You got lube?” Jared opens the nightstand drawer and pulls out lube and one of the brand-new condoms he just bought yesterday, because his were left over from high school. He hands both to Jensen and Jensen kisses him in thanks. Jensen slides one slick finger into Jared’s waiting hole and Jared has to consciously fight to stay relaxed. It’s been a long fucking time since he last did this—way too long, if you want to know the truth. But Jensen’s gentle and patient, easing Jared open with strong, sure fingers. Jared throws his head back and Jensen nips at his neck before turning his attention to Jared’s nipples, teasing one and then the other to hardness with his talented tongue. By that time, he’s got three fingers in Jared’s hole, and Jared’s just about losing his mind. “I’m ready,” he gasps. Jensen looks up. “You sure?” Jared nods so hard his hair falls in his eyes. He pushes it back as Jensen rolls the condom onto his thick, leaking cock and slicks it with lube. He enters Jared with care, giving Jared time to adjust as he goes, and Jared’s nerves sing with pleasure at the feeling of being filled up, being cared for, being loved. Jensen pulls back and then hits the sweet spot, and Jared sees white sparks at the edge of his vision. His breathing goes ragged as Jensen starts to fuck him with exquisite care. He’s thrusting as hard and fast as he dares, but Jared still wants more. “Harder,” Jared breathes, clasping the back of Jensen’s neck and crushing their lips together. Jensen obliges him in both, kissing him hard enough to bruise and fucking him hard enough to rattle the wall. Jared’s senses are overloaded and he can’t focus his attention, he’s just one big ball of tension and excitement. He comes with a bitten-off shout, and Jensen releases his lips and thrusts even faster until he achieves his own release. He collapses next to Jared, panting and trembling with exertion. Jared removes the condom for him and ties it off before tossing it in his bedside trash can. Jensen nods his thanks and tangles his fingers in Jared’s sweat-dampened hair, and when his breathing slows he presses his lips to Jared’s for a lazy, languid kiss. “I’m so glad you’re here,” breathes Jared when they break apart for air. Jensen smiles. “Yeah, me too.” “I wish you didn’t have to leave tomorrow.” Jensen’s face falls. “Yeah, I do too.” “When can I see you again?” “I have a break around Valentine's Day,” replies Jensen. “I’ll come down then.” “When do you finish for the season?” “The end of March.” Jensen strokes Jared’s hair. “I usually go back to LA, but maybe I just might have to take a detour.” “You’d do that for me?” Jensen kisses him, soft and sweet. “In a heartbeat.”

#j2 fanfic #j2 #j2 au #365daysofj2 #bottom jared

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hyfdanielle-archive · 7 years

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Where My Heart Is → Granielle

TITLE: Where My Heart Is CHARACTER(S): Danielle Panabaker and Grant Gustin @theflashgrant SETTING: Vancouver, BC Canada on Feb 6th CONTENT RATING: NC - 17 SUMMARY: Grant comes home after a weekend in Los Angeles and Danielle and he spend the time reconnecting with each other.

Danielle inhaled the fresh air slowly, the clouds overtaking the sun and the brisk scent of fresh snow looming over the horizon. There was still snow that blanketed the earth beneath her and her stroller she was pushing with the dogs to work today; and more snow would probably add on this afternoon. She was used to it, considering she had lived in this town for the better part of four years, but seeing the snow around her now made her miss her husband. Grant’s sadness about not seeing snow since he was in Los Angeles was adorable, and seeing the snow just brought up the fact he was still in Los Angeles and away from her until later this morning. As of right now she was on her morning break, not really having to go into wardrobe or make up for another couple of hours, and the dogs needed time to stretch their legs before breakfast. Alison was content in her stroller, the stuffed animal she loved to carry around stayed in her arms and even she was quiet this morning. “You can feel the snow too, huh”, she said to her daughter, whispering her words before a car pulled up next to the trailers where she and the dogs would be.

Grant had a very early flight back to Vancouver from Los Angeles so that he could get back to work on time. He had a good time in LA, spending it at the beach and with friends while doing the best that he could to get some work done in the new house he and Danielle bought. He wanted to make it special in hopes that they would be able to celebrate Valentines Day there next weekend and now he just had to hope Danielle wouldn't mind that he decorated a little bit without her. He slept on most of the flight and when he woke up and saw that they had landed and it was time to get off the plane, Grant grinned at the fact that there was still a lot of snow on the ground. He found his driver and put his bags in the car, telling him that they needed to go straight to set so that he wouldn't be late. When they pulled into the lot by the trailers, Grant smiled as he saw all of his dogs and Danielle walking them while pushing the stroller. He couldn't wait to hug her after being away from her this weekend. "Thanks man," he said to his driver, grabbing his backpack and duffle bag and getting out of the car. Since he was behind Danielle, Grant smirked once getting an idea. He started whistling at Danielle before speaking. "Damn girl. Any chance I can take you out on a date?" He yelled out as he started walking closer.

Danielle didn’t mind the roar of the car and the dogs were with her on leashes connected to the stroller. It helped her with keeping all of the important things in check and since the stroller had its breaks on, they weren’t going anywhere. However, there were barks and whatnot and Danielle made sure to shush all of her dogs down, not wanting to them to too riled up—but it was the whistle that caught her off guard. Her lips pursed together, promptly pouting since everyone that managed to work on set knew that she was married and it was just awful to catcall anyone; but when the voice reached her, that was when she relaxed. It was Grant. She’d recognize that voice anywhere, and god the feeling of happiness that managed to swell up with hearing just his words. “Tommy”, she turned around and breathed his name. it was like a refreshing breeze and soon she started sprinting towards him. Arms were outstretched and hazel eyes were glistening with glee until she made the leap to wrap her arms around his neck and her legs around his waist. Danielle hugged her husband tight, nuzzling her face into the crook of his neck, and sighed contently. “You’re here”, she whispered out. “You’re home.”

Grant smiled when Danielle realized that it was him, watching her run towards him which made him hold his arms out. He picked her up and kept her close as they hugged, closing his eyes as he inhaled her scent. "I'm here and home," he murmured against her hair, tightening the grip he had on her. He held onto her for a few moments before putting her down so that he could cup Danielle's face and kiss her passionately. Grant moved his lips against hers until he had to pull away to breathe, only moving slightly. "I missed you so much. And missed kissing you," he whispered, leaning in to press light kisses to her lips now. Chuckling as he felt the dogs jumping at his legs, Krypto jumping even higher made him realize he needed to give them some attention as well. "Hey guys. Were you good for Mommy? Miss me?" He asked as he started petting them all, chuckling when they licked his face. His nose was still a little bruised but it thankfully didn't hurt him anymore.

Danielle hummed as she hugged her husband tight, wanting to make this moment last as long as she could. It was the same thing that would happen no matter which one of them was gone at this point. She’d always run to him and just relax against his frame. No matter where she would be, home was where Grant always was. “I’m so glad”, she whispered out when he said he was home and they broke apart for that moment; but it didn’t last long. Danielle stood on her toes and suddenly enveloped Grant’s lips with her own, returning the kiss that he had given her with gusto. It was long, deep, and passionate with her hands on top of his while they kissed—her eyes closing and her head tilting to deepen it. her voice had been taken from her as they broke away, speechless with just how amazed she was to kiss her husband after so long; but the dogs had broken her out of her thoughts. “They were”, she said as she reached over now to push the stroller towards Grant so that the dogs can meet them properly. “All of them missed you, but I definitely missed you more. A lot more—and babies, please be careful with Daddy, okay? I can’t have you breaking him after I just got him back.”

Grant was glad that the dogs were good for Danielle, knowing they could be a handful especially since there were four of them. "See? That must mean you're SuperMom if you can handle four dogs and a baby like I can," he told his wife. "That makes us a Super couple," he teased, winking at Danielle. "Oh yeah? I don't know...seems like it was pretty close who missed me the most. Or maybe it was my sweet girl," he said, realizing that Alison was still in her stroller a few feet away. After petting the dogs and giving them a few more kisses, Grant stood up and walked over so that he could see his daughter. "Hi sweetheart," he cooed and grinned when Alison smiled and reached out for him. Grant took her out of the stroller and held her close. "Daddy missed you so much," he said, pressing kisses to her cheek gently. "Did you have fun with Mommy? Huh?" He asked as Alison handed him the puppy. "Oh thank you," he said, holding both Ali and the puppy now and making the stuffed animal kiss his daughter which made her laugh.

Danielle let out a huff and pouted at her husband while he as teasing her, crossing her arms and watching as Grant played with the dogs. It was all in good fun, knowing that it was part of their relationship and it was always her duty to be able to call her husband out on it. However, all thoughts managed to melt when Alison made her debut and started to hand her husband the stuffed animal and interact with her. "That's so precious", she said as Grant and Alison started to play with each other and it was hearing Alison's laugh that had managed to do her in for the day. The brunette leaned against the stroller and brought her hands to her cheeks, trying to express just how adorable the scene was in front of her. "I think she missed you just as much as I missed you. She's learned to share already. Isn't that the most precious thing in the world?" Danielle was gushing at this point and she couldn't help it. This truly was just a wonderful scene--and with the wind picking up at this point, they all needed to get inside. "Honey, yours is closer. Let's get in and make some coffee, alright?"

Grant smiled as Danielle spoke, kissing the top of Alison's head gently. It was cold out there and looked like it was starting to snow again which made Grant happy but knew they should get into one of their trailers so Ali didn't get cold. "I'm so proud of her that she's starting to share her things. Such a good girl," he grinned. It reminded him of this past weekend when Alison wanted to share her bottle with Krypto, Grant finding it adorable. Nodding when she said his trailer was closer and they should get inside to get some coffee, Grant led the way and got inside, sighing contently once they were in the heat. "I desperately need coffee. I think I only slept about four hours, maybe three," he mumbled, putting a pot of coffee on to start brewing before sitting on the couch and placing Ali in his lap. "Did you sleep well? Have a good morning so far?"

Danielle sighed now that they were all inside of the trailer. Danielle would immediately lean down to undo all of the leashes that were on the dogs so that they'd have a chance to roam free. Hearing Grant say that he only slept for so any hours broke her heart, but she knew that coffee and maybe a good nap when they would get home would be perfect to get him back on track and to get rest. "Well, lucky for you, I need coffee too", she started to tease her husband once they had managed to settle all inside. "I slept okay", she confessed out her words and started making coffee while Grant held onto Alison. After pressing those few buttons, she'd be able to undo her jackets and lay them on the arm of the couch before sitting down. "I haven't had breakfast yet, but the dogs and Alison have. Our morning was just what you saw. We got up and played in the snow. Very uneventful." But Danielle let out a hum and patted the seat beside her for her husband to sit, wanting the chance to be close to him since the weekend.

Grant nodded when Danielle said she needed coffee too, both of them usually needing it in the morning regardless. "Just okay? Me too. I mean I can't really sleep as well when we're apart anyways. I got so used to you being next to me that when you're not, it's rough. Though Snuggle Bear was great, she did everything she possibly could. She's just not you," he said, smiling at his wife. They were both on the couch now waiting for the coffee to be ready, listening to Danielle say that they just got up and played in the snow. "Well it is pretty early, so I didn't expect much. You gotta make sure you eat something though. Maybe we can check out Crafty once we get coffee. I could go for a bagel right about now. Also a donut," he said while licking his lips. When the coffee was done, Grant handed Alison to Danielle and got up to pour them each a cup in two mugs, fixing it just the way his wife liked it and doing his own. Handing her one of the mugs, Grant joined his wife back on the couch and wrapped an arm around her before taking a sip of his coffee. "This is nice. Just how things are supposed to be," he said, kissing the top of her head gently.

Danielle nodded her head rapidly when Grant said something about food. "I figured we can honestly do that or ask one of the ADs to bring us food if they could. I don't have to go into wardrobe for another couple of hours, so I'm free to do whichever", she started out to him. Truthfully, she hadn't even gotten what she was going to film today either, but she was more than ready to start her day off now that her husband was here. "Oh hello", she cooed at her daughter and started to undress the little girl so that she wouldn't overheat in the trailer. The jacket that she had on was now off, but she was still in a little pink sweater with a gray beanie. "Still so fashionable", she said as she shifted Alison to sit in her lap now and scooted closer to her husband. "Thank you so much for the coffee", she whispered out and laid her head against his chin after he had kissed her forehead. Danielle agreed with Grant's words wholly. There was nothing like being in each other's arms after a couple of days apart from one another. "Tell me everything about LA", she said after she took a sip of the drink. "Did you swing by the house?"

Grant furrowed his brows when Danielle spoke. "Why did you get here so early then if you don't have to start for another few hours?" He asked, wondering why she would get the dogs and Ali to set way earlier than she had to. Nodding when Danielle thanked him for the coffee, Grant took another sip of his own and started warming up, also glad that the coffee would wake him up and make him feel more alert too. When she asked to tell her everything about LA, Grant cleared his throat and swallowed hard. "Well there's not much to tell you that I already told you," he said, rubbing the back of his neck gently. He didn't want to blow the surprise about what he did to the house but his heart started beating faster when she asked if he swung by. "The house? Our house? Right, yeah. Of course I did. Yeah. Nothing much changed though, you know. Since we didn't do anything. Not like anyone broke in or something so you don't need to worry," he chuckled nervously. "It's all good. Just how we left it. No biggie," he shrugged. "What about you? Our apartment. All the stuff you needed to do. Got it taken care of?"

Danielle sipped on her coffee and gave her husband a look. It was wide eyed and glistening as if she had been in trouble for getting to set so early. "I didn't want to fall behind", she started out slowly. It was just her alone with four dogs and a baby. If she could get on a schedule, that meant that she could relax while they were near set so that she could get to work on time. They had a lot of the stuff that they needed in both trailers already. It'd been fine either way. "I just wanted to be able to get to work on time and I got a little too in the zone with getting everything to a schedule." Her tone of voice had been small, but there was confusion that fell to her face when Grant started talking about the house. "Good. I just wanted to know if you saw it and everything was okay. I'm glad nothing's wrong with it", Danielle finished out and placed her mug of coffee onto the table and placed Alison right back on Grant's lap. "I'm proud to say that Alison has clean clothes again. Ours is a different story", she teased. "I should be done with ours tomorrow, since I have a date tonight with my husband."

Grant slowly nodded when Danielle explained she was on a schedule and she didn't want to fall behind. She did have the dogs and Alison to take care of and get ready but he still wished she would've gotten more rest since she clearly could have as opposed to just waiting on set for a few hours. "Yeah, yeah. It's all good. I mean why wouldn't it be, right? It's just empty and a house...nothing much to check on," he shrugged. Grant finished up his coffee and smiled once Alison was in his lap again, bouncing his knees so that Ali could have some fun. "That's okay, as long as she has clean clothes. And I'm sure I have a bunch to get me through," he told his wife, having more clothes than he could ever need. "You do huh? Well your husband is very lucky," he grinned. Looking at his watch, Grant knew he had to get to set soon and get ready to film a scene. "I better get going but you enjoy some time in here and relax until you have to start filming," he told his wife. "I'll see you soon and I'm looking forward to our very fun date tonight," he smirked, leaning in to kiss her lips. "See you later sweetheart. Daddy loves you," he said, kissing Ali's cheek before handing her over to Danielle.

Danielle blinked rapidly and returned the kiss that Grant had given her when he left, but she didn’t even have a chance to say goodbye when her daughter started to cry for her father. Bouncing the little girl gently, she shushed her until it was time for her to get ready to film some scenes as well. She was lucky in a sense to be able to work with her husband and to be able to have him there with her; but there were times when she wanted to do without the work portion all together. All she could think about was the date they promised each other when they would go home, making it harder for her to concentrate on her scenes and get them done quickly. Her eyes would gravitate towards him and when it came time to go home for the day, Danielle sprinted towards wardrobe and makeup in order to change back into her clothes. She and Grant would be going home together since the snow had gotten worse since that morning. There would be no chances on this road and at least their driver had been one of the most dependable in Vancouver so far. “I’m ready to go home”, she said as she found her husband, daughter in her arms. “We’re busting you out of here, babe.”

Grant had gone through the day like he normally did, doing a mix of Flash scenes and Barry scenes. It was cool to be filming outside a little bit because of the snow happening but they couldn't do much since it was cold and due to the weather getting in the way. He still didn't mind since he loved the snow but the scenes indoors were much preferred when it was this cold. He had only seen Danielle a little bit, filming one group scene with her but for the most part they were separate and he was bummed out about that after being away from her all weekend. Luckily they still had their date planned for tonight, something he was looking forward to a lot and smiled widely about every time he thought about it. After finishing up his last scene, Grant was making his way back to his trailer, greeting the dogs who were in there as he changed out of his clothes and putting on what he wore this morning. A few minutes later, he heard Danielle coming in with Alison and smiled softly. "I'm ready to go home too," he said to his wife. "I have a hot date tonight," he added with a smirk.

Danielle let out a gasp and a smirk, shifting her weight and handing over Alison to Grant. "Well, sounds like we better get you home so you can get ready for that date of yours. She sounds like a keeper." Her tone of voice was teasing and just as something that they both did with each other. With her hands free, she'd be able to get the dogs going and the driver had been outside and waiting for them to go home. "Do you have everything? I can get the dogs if you hold onto that little girl right there. She's been missing her dad like crazy after we left from our group scene today. I have a feeling she's going to want you to put her to bed tonight. I'm calling that now." As Danielle spoke, there was a whimsical smile on her face. She adored the fact that Alison and Grant had such a close relationship. But now she got the dogs all into the car and opened the door to get in. The snow outside was just too much already.

Grant smiled and took Alison from Danielle, kissing her cheek gently. "Hi sweetheart. Did you have a good day with Mommy? Huh?" He asked his daughter, running a hand through her hair gently. "Yeah, I'm all set I think. Just got my backpack here," he said, putting it over his shoulder. "Yeah that works for me. I think I can handle this little cutie," he smirked, kissing Alison's forehead gently. "I won't mind doing that one bit," he said. Grant loved that Alison seemed to be a Daddy's girl, especially the more she grew and started interacting and observing more around her. "Do you want Dada to put you to bed? Come on baby, say it. Dada," he said to his daughter, chuckling when she just stared back at him. "Guess it still needs some work," he sighed. "Lets go home," he said, leading the way out of the trailer, holding the door for Danielle who had all four dogs. They made their way to the car, glad that he felt safe with Dale since it was snowing hard and the roads had to be bad. "This is one of the many reasons I'm glad I have you, Dale. I would much rather you be driving us home than me having to drive hom right now."

Danielle laughed gently when Grant started testing their daughter. “I don’t know, honey. Like you said, she wouldn’t be learning words for a while, so we’re going to have to wait”, she told him and that was something she was thankful for. Her daughter had started to grow up so quick and it was scaring her just how quickly time had passed them all; but she would still be the person to take time as it went. Grant would be talking to Dale and she would be in the car now, smiling at the older man and placing her seat belt on after she had gotten her daughter into the car seat. It was better to be safe than sorry. “There’s so much snow”, she whispered out to her husband and though she hated it when things were cold, there was just something mesmerizing about seeing everything completely blanketed. The trip home took a little bit longer than usual, but at least they were safe and now could be inside in the warmth. “Come on babies”, she said to the dogs as she got them all out of the car and said her goodbyes to Dale until the morning.

Grant sighed and nodded. "I know, I know. I shouldn't rush it, but the thought of her saying Dada just brings me so much joy. I'm totally gonna cry when she does it the first time," he told his wife. He looked out the window and saw that Alison was mesmerized by the snow as well which made him smile. "I think we're all a big snow family," he said out loud, knowing the dogs enjoyed to play in the snow as well. Eventually they got home safely like Grant knew they would and he thanked Dale for being extra careful, especially with his daughter in the car. He carried her towards the apartment and when they all got inside, Grant sighed contently. "It's just about bedtime for this little one so I'm gonna put her down. Then we can have our date," he said to his wife, giving her the chance to say goodnight to Ali before he went upstairs.

Danielle shook off the excess snow in the foyer of the house like the dogs had been and let them roam free in the apartment. It was something that they both generally did and they taught the dogs well so no harm would come their way. However, as she was getting her coat off, Danielle turned her head to her husband and gave him a soft smirk. “I’ll come up and say goodnight to her first so that you can have your time and I can get ready”, she whispered out to him. Though there wouldn’t be much to get ready of. All she’d probably do was get ready for bed just as well. it was getting pretty late and an appropriate time for anyone who would want to lay down and go to bed; but Danielle had more important things to do. “Hi baby”, she cooed at her daughter who managed to lay her head on the crook of Grant’s neck. “You’re sleepy, aren’t you? Sleep well, okay Ali? Mama will see you in the morning. Love you so much”, she continued on and pressed her lips to Alison’s cheek. “And I’ll see you in a little bit”, she whispered out to Grant now, hovering her lips just above his, and her tone so desperate in nature. With a quick peck, she was well on her way into their room to get ready for the night—brushing her teeth and throwing on one of her husband’s old t-shirts and pajama shorts.

Grant smiled when Alison buried her face in the crook of his neck, knowing that meant she was tired. He waited for Danielle to say goodnight to her before making his way upstairs. Smirking and licking his lips when Danielle kissed him and started getting ready for bed herself, Grant went into the nursery and kissed Ali gently before putting her down in her crib and tucking her in with her puppy. "Night baby. Daddy loves you lots," he whispered, shutting the light and making his way out of the room and going into the bedroom. When he walked in, he saw his wife in one of his old t-shirts which made him smile, starting to get into pajamas himself. Deciding on a pair of plaid pajama pants and a white t-shirt, Grant got changed quickly and got into bed, letting out a sigh. "Feels good to be in bed," he whispered, stretching out his legs and waiting for Danielle to join him.

Danielle had been distracted, but smiled as Grant came back into her view changed into his pajamas. She moved so that he’d be able to lay with her, but as his frame fell down to bed, hers sat up in order to face him properly. Her knees were bent and used as leverage so that she’d be able to crawl on top of him gently. And though she had promised him proper treatment when he came home yesterday, she knew she had to work up to it and work him up to it as well. “My darling husband”, she cooed out now with herself straddling his waist and her hands moving up to rub his temples gently. “You must be so tired after all of that traveling you had to do his weekend—and then coming straight to work right afterwards. You’re Superdad, alright. I would be so exhausted if I were you.” Danielle was definitely concerned, of course, and did everything in her power in order to get her husband to relax; but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be selfish herself and run her fingers through his hair, playing with the locks and giving pleasure at the same time.

Grant grinned when his wife join him in bed, licking his lips and watching her straddle his waist. "My beautiful wife," he replied, placing his hands on her hips now that she was sitting on top of him. Closing his eyes when she started rubbing his temples gently, Grant let out a soft moan, not realizing just how much he needed what Danielle was doing until she was doing it. "That feels good," he whispered, listening to her explain that he was Superdad which made him smile. "It's exhausting but so worth it. I enjoy being Superdad," he murmured, pursing his lips and sighing once he felt Danielle's hands in his hair now. She started running her fingers through it which started massaging his scalp indirectly and making him feel incredible. He squirmed slightly as he started getting hard, arching his back and keeping his hands on Danielle's hips. "Don't stop, that feels amazing," he moaned, biting down on his bottom lip in pleasure.

Danielle continued her actions, but faltered when she felt Grant underneath her. His arousal caused her own and soon she had rocked her hips down to meet his. Her center brushed against his length, but she stopped her movements so that she could continue to finish her actions from before. Like she had promised herself, she was going to focus all on her husband and this was no different. "I'm sorry I stopped for a bit", she whispered out, now running her hands against his head once again. "I got distracted on what was going on. I promise I'll try and behave myself, but it's been a full weekend. It's going to be hard" There was a smirk that fell on her lips, but the brunette was more or less just focusing on her husband once again. Fingertips moved gently against his scalp, but her upper frame was now bent in order to press light kisses along his jawline, marking him gently.

Grant furrowed his brows when Danielle stopped, groaning slightly as he felt her push down against his bulge that was only growing due to what Danielle was doing to him. He pouted as she seemed lost in her own thoughts, just staying there straddling his waist and not doing anything. "Babe," he whined, wondering what she was doing and when she apologized and picked up what she was doing, Grant grinned. "That's okay. I get it. We were apart all weekend. Who said I wanted you to behave though? You doing this...it can lead to some very nice things for both of us. I don't see why we should prevent that from happening," he shrugged while staring at his wife. Letting out a soft moan as he felt Danielle moving her fingers against his scalp, Grant bucked his hips in pleasure and leaned his head back when his wife started kissing his jawline. "Fuck," he moaned, biting down on his bottom lip as he felt Danielle marking him. He reached out to start cupping her breasts through her shirt, kneading them gently while focusing on the kisses Danielle was giving him.

Danielle groaned out now that Grant had been lifting his hips up as she did her actions, which was all the more frustrating for her. It caused her to want more of the friction that could happen and she huffed against the mark that she had managed to make on his jaw. Finally, she'd be able to rock her hips back down at this point, moving her center against his to meet his hips while he moved as well. "So no behaving", Danielle would repeat Grant then, breathing heavily against his neck; but it was her fingers that would do more work. At this point, she had managed to tug on Grant's hair gently, relaxing just then to bring both hands to his hair. There would be lackadaisical kisses to his jawline again, denying them both the satisfaction of a heated kiss upon each other's lips. But once Grant's hands found themselves on her chest, Danielle let out a soft whimper of approval. Through her shirt, she had felt absolutely everything since she didn't have the extra padding of a bra. It also fueled her desire for more of their actions, hands going down from his hair (which she gave a gentle tug just to tease again), and brought them underneath the shirt that he had on in order to feel his chest against her fingertips.

Grant smirked as Danielle spoke. "No behaving," he said, biting down on his bottom lip as Danielle started tugging on his hair. He licked his lips when she kissed his jaw again, Grant still moving his hands against Danielle's breasts. Tired of her shirt being in the way, Grant slid his hands down to the hem of it and started pulling it up over her head and tossing it to the floor. He didn't waste any time placing his bare hands on her bare breasts now, his thumbs moving in a circular motion to make her arousal stronger. Once he felt Danielle's bare hands against his own chest, Grant pursed his lips and stared into Danielle's eyes lovingly. "I love you," he whispered, moving closer so that he could close the gap between them and press his lips to Danielle's in a heated kiss. He started kissing her passionately, slipping his tongue inside of her mouth and letting out a soft moan at the taste. He moved one hand away from her breast to cup her cheek as they kissed, moving his lips against Danielle's at a rapid pace.

Danielle shivered against the coldness of the room now that her shirt was off, but it was more than that. Grant's actions had managed to both heat up desire within her and cause goosebumps to form on her skin. She mewled her appreciation for it and purred when she was able to grab Grant's shirt and pull it off of him as well. Now they were half naked and moving against each other, desire and arousal fueling both of them; and Danielle craved it, craved more of her husband. "I love you too", she breathed out like he did and soon they were connected to each other. A heated kiss was all it took for Danielle to be lost in her actions, opening her mouth during it so that her tongue could run against his. It was warm and wet, much like she had been since they started their actions, and the perfect addition to their actions thus far. The brunette was already soaked with arousal, but she proved that she could have patience. Tonight there was no behaving, but she was ready and willing to listen to everything her husband had asked thus far. As they continued to kiss, Danielle made sure to tug down Grant's plaid pajama bottoms enough to expose his length, letting just one hand linger with it. Fingertips were barely ghosting his cock since she was so preoccupied on the kiss, but she'd give it attention soon enough.

Grant rubbed his thumb against Danielle's cheekbone as they continued to kiss, only pulling away slightly when he had to breathe for a few moments. He wasted no time connecting their lips once more after catching his breath, feeling Danielle's hands by the waistband of his pajama pants, pulling them down slightly. She had exposed his length and when she moved her hand against it slightly, Grant jolted in pleasure and let out a moan against her mouth. After kissing her for a few more moments, Grant pulled away so that he could start kissing Danielle's neck instead, sucking on her pulsepoint until he left a mark. Running his tongue over it, Grant did the same thing on the other side of her neck before leaving a trail of kisses down to her collarbone. He started sucking on it roughly, bucking his hips in desperate need to get more contact from his wife in between his legs. "I love kissing you," he murmured against her chest while pressing light kisses to it.

Danielle let out a soft sigh when the kiss had been broken. Her chest was heaving now to desperately grasp for air, but what was mesmerizing to her now was Grant's quick reactions to her. With everything encompassing her--her husband's actions on her neck to mark her as she had marked him, his hands just still playing and knowing her body better than she knew it herself, and her arousal just completely soaking and making her hips move in order to seek friction--the brunette knew what she must do. There was no behaving, just as Grant had said earlier, and now she was using her hands to play as he had done for her. "Never stop kissing me", Danielle whispered out breathlessly before she was able to take his length with her hand. It wouldn't be enough for her now, but she'd have to make do at this angle. Grant's mouth upon her chest fueled her even more so and soon she was pumping and palming his length in between them in a slow and steady rhythm to give him pleasure as he had given her.

Grant moaned as Danielle took his length in her hand, starting to move it up and down his cock. He continued kissing her chest, smiling against her skin when she spoke. "Never," he whispered against her before taking one of her breasts into his mouth. He moved his tongue in a circular motion and did the same thing to the other breast before bucking his hips into Danielle's hand. "Fuck," he moaned. He knew Danielle was wet and he was so turned on to the point where he knew this wasn't going to satisfy either of them anymore. They both needed more so that's when Grant flipped them over so that he was now on top of his wife, hovering over her with a smirk on his face. He ended up kicking off the pajama pants so that he was naked now and wasted no time taking the shorts and underwear off of Danielle's body so that she was naked too. A few moments later, Grant started guiding his length into Danielle's center, moaning at how easy it was because she was wet and ready for him. "You're so ready for me, aren't you baby?" He purred. "You want me to fuck you hard and good? Huh?"

Danielle had been lost in her own thoughts until she found herself on her back, spreading her legs to accommodate her husband in between them. Her hair was now messy and spewed all over the pillows underneath her and she instantly lifted her hips and grabbed one to place underneath her back. That action alone would allow Grant to undress her and soon they were both naked and ready for each other. It didn’t even take long for Danielle to register, but once Grant entered her, it was like she was seeing stars. Everything was exactly perfect and god all she wanted was exactly as he goaded her. “You always make me so wet, baby. Turn me on so much”, she cooed out now, hips rocking towards his in order to get more friction. Grant’s words did so much for her. The way he was speaking and pulling her towards that edge had her completely wanting and begging for him to do exactly as he asked. “Yes, please”, Danielle begged out, biting down on her bottom lip to stifle another moan that had wanted to come out. “Please fuck me”, she continued to beg out, this time bringing up her hands to cup his cheek and letting her thumb drag across his bottom lip.

Grant smirked and nodded when Danielle said that he always turned her on and made her wet. "Yeah? Good," he purred, licking his lips. "You always make me so hard too," he whispered, starting to move slowly inside of Danielle so that he could start building up to a climax for both of them. Hearing her beg to be fucked by him caused shivers down his spine, his cock throbbing inside of his wife now and he started picking up his pace to give them both what they so desperately needed and desired. Feeling Danielle's thumb against his lower lip made him poke out his tongue teasingly, licking her thumb before continuing his pace and placing his hands on Danielle's shoulders for support. He started going faster, thrusting harder and deeper into his wife which made him moan in pleasure each time. "Mm," he mumbled, pressing a quick kiss to Danielle's lips before going even faster than he was just a few seconds ago, panting heavily as he worked up a sweat.

Danielle moved with her husband, rocking her hips to his in order to get the best friction possible. She was over the moon and inching for the edge with every rock, every meeting, every motion, and every thrust. Eyes were heavy lidded and dark with lust, and when Grant just licked the thumb she had on his bottom lip, it drove her crazy. There were moans that fell out of her now, loud and deep, goading him to continue, begging him for more and more with each sound that came out of her mouth and each motion of skin on skin contact. “Oh shit”, she finally got a chance to speak out, breathlessly in nature, and so salacious in tone. Everything was on fire, the speed of their actions proved so pleasurable for her that her back arched to reach for more. “That’s so good. That’s it. That’s right there, please”, she continued to let out, keeping her eyes fully locked on her husband’s while they were rocking in their embrace. However, it wasn’t until Grant placed that quick kiss on her lips that she demanded more of it, reaching up to pull him down in order to press her lips to his sloppily, hard, and anchoring her legs around his waist in order to bring him deeper.

Grant let out a moan in pleasure as he continued his pace, staring into his wife's eyes each time he thrusted into her. He could sense that she was close and Grant did his best to hit the sweet spot that Danielle wanted him to hit each time. Hearing the sounds come out of her mouth whenever he did was like music to his ears and he wanted and needed that right now. With her legs around his waist now that she was kissing him passionately, Grant felt himself getting closer to his orgasm, his whole body tingling in pleasure as their bodies touched. "Fuck," he panted against her mouth, slipping his tongue inside and moving it along Danielle's tongue. He bucked his hips quickly to keep up with his thrusts and when he felt his climax at the tip, Grant groaned. "I'm so close," he said through gritted teeth, squeezing his eyes shut as he prepared to come.

Danielle hummed appreciatively when Grant breathed out that he was close. Her eyes closed and her hands went around to his back, clawing at his hips and just inching for more. After the kiss, she moved her lips to his neck, pressing them to his shoulder and biting it gently. "Come for me, baby, please. Let go", she whined out, wanting her husband to fully let go, even if she hadn't gone herself. This night had supposed to be about her husband, but god everything about their actions now had been so amazing. With each moment, she'd be closer and closer as well and all she wanted to do was get them both to their climax. She'd be moving her hands so sporadic now and reaching between them, brushing her own fingers against her clit and vibrating them harshly against it. But that was enough and soon she was arching her back and moaning his name loud, muscles clenching and unclenching so quickly in her release that when she opened her eyes, her vision blurred. "Oh my god", she breathed out. It was like she saw stars, how ethereal it was.

Grant couldn't hold back any longer when Danielle told him to come and let go. That's all it took for him to release inside of his wife, moaning her name over and over again as the waves of pleasure coursed through his body. "Fuck," he breathed out, trying to keep up his pace so that Danielle could reach her climax too. He was exhausted at this point, wiping the sweat off his forehead but refusing to finish until Danielle felt what he had just felt moments ago. As soon as she started arching her back, Grant felt her muscles contract against his cock, hearing her moan his name over and over which made him smirk. He continued thrusting in and out of her as she rode out her orgasm, only stopping when she was finished and because he was incredibly worn out. "Yeah," he agreed breathlessly, laying against his wife comfortably. "That was amazing. So glad we decided not to behave."

Danielle laughed gently now. Grant was right. It was amazing that they didn't behave tonight and reconnecting with him after a weekend apart had been utterly amazing. As of right now, the brunette was still reeling from her high, her chest heaving up and down and gasping for air, but her frame just felt completely perfect. "I love you", she said as she cupped his face, the both of them completely drenched in sweat. Danielle's hair would be completely soaked from their actions and sticking all over her face and frame, but Grant's was just shimmering and the brunette gravitated towards it. "I love you so much", she mumbled out again and cupped his cheeks much like she had done earlier, but there was no harshness to her actions. Instead, it was soft, like she would be touching something so fragile and could easily slip away from her. "But you're completely naughty, Tommy. So naughty." Her lips curved upward into a smirk, teasing him with a sly look.

Grant smiled softly at his wife, leaning in to kiss her sweetly. "I love you too," he whispered, closing his eyes as his wife started cupping his face gently. He leaned into her embrace and just enjoyed being in bliss after what they had just done. Smirking when Danielle said that he was naughty, Grant laughed and shrugged. "Maybe I am, but that's because you bring out the naughty side in me," he whispered to Danielle. "You make me naughty, how do you feel about that?" He asked his wife, reaching out to tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear gently. "We're both sweaty messes right now," he said before giggling softly. "But I'm way too tired and lazy to move so it's just gonna have to wait until morning," he said, letting out a yawn before snuggling against Danielle. "Love you baby," he mumbled sleepily before closing his eyes and drifting off to sleep.

Danielle let out a mock gasp, feigning shock at Grant’s words. “I have done no such thing”, she started out, making it seem like he had been the one to corrupt her, but she knew that hadn’t been the case. If anything, Danielle was the dirty-minded of the two, thinking about just everything and anything naughty under the sun when it came down to being with her husband. She didn’t mind it one bit. “I think I like that I made you naughty tonight”, she told him now, not even a hint of teasing to her tone. “It made us both happy and there’s no regret when I get to spend a night just showing my husband just what I know that gets him going.” There was a soft purr now coming out of her, moving so that Grant could snuggle close to her frame. Her hands were buried in his hair again, this time running slowly in order to soothe his muscles and to let them both calm down from their actions that night. “I love you too”, she mumbled just as he did and soon, she could feel the labored and rhythmic breathing that Grant had done, signaling that he was asleep. It didn’t take long for Danielle to follow suit, eyes closing, but with her hand still in his hair for the rest of the night.

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