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folklore - isaac lahey {7/?}

Hey guys! Sorry for the long wait I’ve been ridiculously busy the past few weeks 😓BUT!!! As compensation I made this part super long and fluffy with sooooooo much Isaac/reader content (enjoy it while you can because shits gonna be messy from here on out 🤭🙈)

Having said that, I don’t have my laptop right now as I moved houses and my stuff got put into storage so I’m working with the mobile version 😓 sorry in advance if formatting is weird I tried to make it better 😓 also there’s no continue reading button so sorry if this comes up on your dash 😭

Let me know what you think tho I’d really appreciate it 💕

Word count: 5.5k 🙈

Warnings: Fluff 😳, mentions of blood, Derek being a PAIN IN THE ASS, Isaac being the cutest 😌✨, ✨kissing✨, swearing

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The days you’d spent in Mystic Falls bled into weeks and soon enough you were being beckoned back to Beacon Hills with a head full of things you hadn’t had a clue about two weeks prior.

There, of course, was the matter of Peter- who was now dead, well technically, he was murdered.

Derek’s first course of action as Beacon Hills’ new alpha was to break the news to you. He’d killed him but due to Scott and Stiles’ constant text updates, you knew it would’ve had to be done sooner or later. But still, you had a feeling that this wouldn’t be the last of him. That small intuitive feeling in the back of your mind told you that you’d see him again soon. You just hoped your next meeting wouldn’t be happening because you ended up buried next to him.

Over the course of your stay with Alaric, who had left you in the care of the Salvatore brothers- Stefan and Damon, you’d honed several new vampiric powers. As it turned out, some of the powers you possessed were completely unfamiliar to the vampires of over a hundred years.

You had super speed, it wasn’t just enhanced as you’d previously thought. As well as that, you’d discovered that you could run circles around both Stefan and Damon Salvatore, who were obviously a lot older and therefore should’ve been a lot faster.

And for that matter, they should’ve been stronger than you, they should’ve been able to snap you like a twig. They should’ve been able to. But they weren’t. Because not only were you faster, you were stronger too.

While having super speed and super strength was nice, mind compulsion, your most recent discovery, now that was incredible. All you had to do was look into someone’s eyes and they would become completely entranced to do whatever you told them.

Despite being over a hundred years old, neither Stefan nor Damon had ever seen a vampire quite like you.

They’d never seen a vampire who was also an empath, that, apparently, was usually more of a witch thing. Neither of them had ever come across a vampire bite which had a euphoric effect either. But having said all of that… they’d never heard of someone being turned from a wolf bite. Or a vampire who still had a beating heart, for that matter.

Your only real downfalls were that, for one, your blood’s healing capacity didn’t operate at the same speed for you as it did when being used to heal others. You’d put this down to the possibility that maybe your system had just grown too used to it. To be perfectly honest, though, you had no idea.

Secondly, your empathic tendencies were beginning to bring you down, but it wasn’t just that… it was the way in which you’d been instructed, by Damon Salvatore himself, on how to make them stop.

The plane ride home to California dragged on longer than you would’ve liked, the flight was delayed and you were absolutely starving by the time Derek picked you up from the airport. Your parents were still away, they’d travelled to Romania in search of answers to your predicament and they wouldn’t be home until at least next week, so that left Derek on chauffeur and babysitting duty.

“How are you?” He’d only spoken up thirty minutes into the car ride, you let out a sigh from the passenger seat and gave him a tired smile, you could feel the nerves radiating from him. He was afraid you’d be mad at him for killing Peter, and maybe you should’ve been, but again, you had a feeling he’d be back, and besides, spending time with Damon had helped you realise that everything wasn’t so black and white. It finally registered with you that people like Derek and Damon, the dark mysterious bad boys with secret hearts of gold- they sometimes did bad things but with good intentions.

Once you discovered this, you decided amongst yourself that you’d ease up on your not-really-big-brother in the future. Even if it meant you got hurt a little in the process. If hurting you was what he needed to do to learn his lesson then you’d be willing to make that sacrifice.

So you gave him a soft smile and answered, “Hungry.”

Derek let out a chuckle at that, nodding his head towards the backseat, drawing your attention to the three full blood bags laying on the leather seats.

A delighted gasp left your mouth as you snatched the plastic bags into your hands, wasting no time you stuck the attached tube into your mouth and began gulping the first bag down- it was definitely Stiles’ blood you were drinking, you’d gotten so used to the taste of it you were sure you could recognise it anywhere.

Letting out a happy groan you threw your head back against the headrest, “Stiles Stilinski you are a doll.”

Derek chuckled again, glancing at you fondly before his steely eyes returned to the road ahead.

It was only another 30 minutes before you were back in your driveway. “So are you staying here until my parents get back?” You questioned from the porch as Derek got your bags from the trunk of his car, the wolf shook his head with a smile, “Nah, I’ve got some stuff to do at home.”

“Derek, that home isn’t even structurally sound.” You chastised softly. Surely he’d be happier spending time with the family he still had breathing rather than living in the remnants of what used to be his.

Walking up to the porch, Derek placed your case down gently by your feet and moved himself to stand in front of you. A genuine smile painted his lips as he gazed at you, “New rule.” He stated, placing both of his hands on either of your forearms before going on, eyes staring affectionately into your own, “From now on, I will be doing all the worrying about you, alright? Not the other way around.”

With a defeated sigh, you nodded your head. “I’ll try my best.” That had been a lie. Unable to blind you with his unusually sweet sentiment, through the physical contact you could tell he was scheming.

“Good. Now, go get some rest I’ll come check up on you in the morning.” He kissed your forehead and then made his way back to his car, speeding out of your driveway and out of sight before you’d even unlocked the door.

The house was cold and empty when you’d re-entered. A shiver ran up your spine the second your feet stepped past the threshold. Something was very wrong, and unfortunately, you couldn’t tell what exactly it was that was so wrong. The feeling was unnerving, it was dark and it was agonisingly heavy. Like anxiety on steroids, lots of steroids.

Swallowing thickly, you gripped -more like clawed- at your chest. Nails scraping your skin as you attempted to catch a single breath, though it seemed that oxygen was determined to outrun you as you glanced around helplessly.

Almost twenty minutes has passed as you heaved and gasped frantically, overwhelming dread flooded your chest while simultaneously tears flooded your eyes, and still you didn’t have even the slightest idea of what it all meant.

And then it hit you. That panic- it didn’t belong to you.

Within a second you’d risen to your feet, breathing still staggered while you rushed out the front door, your vampire speed being put to good use as within seconds you were where your panic had led you. Night had fallen by now and it was completely dark, not to mention absolutely freezing, the hoodie you had on doing nothing to protect you from the biting cold in the air. The trail of feelings you’d been chasing had led you to Beacon Hills cemetery and before your eyes, there it was, the something that was very wrong.

Derek and Isaac. More specifically, Derek’s teeth buried in Isaac’s arm. You hadn’t even registered what you were doing when you ripped Derek from Isaac and violently threw him across the cemetery, the impact in which the Hale hit the tree all the way at the edge of the graveyard was a testimony to your strength. You hadn’t even used half it.

Without hesitation, you inspected Isaac’s body frantically, eyes lingering on the bloody bite across his right arm. Slowly and mournfully, your eyes met his, which were wide with shock. His heart was beating out of his chest to the point where you couldn’t ignore it.

“What did he do to you?” The question slipped out as a whisper, your anger melted away only to be replaced by dread as Isaac began to speak, “He offered me the bite and I- I said yes.”

“Isaac…” Your gaze drifted to the bite and you weren’t surprised to see it already healed. “I’m sorry.” You heard him mutter from above you, his anxiety pooling in your chest and mixing with his guilt.

Shaking your head softly you pulled him into you, your arms wrapped tightly around his shoulders while his own arms held you tightly against him as you kissed his temple to release him of the intense anxiety plaguing him. “Don’t be sorry. I understand.”

He relaxed against you upon hearing your words, the two weeks you’d been gone made him realise something, he was utterly useless without you, or so he thought. He felt weak. He felt as though if he didn’t have you as emotional support he was defective. Derek had honed in on that and manipulated it to his advantage, convinced Isaac that the bite was what he needed in order to be strong by himself. To keep you safe instead of you protecting him all of the time.

“Was that really necessary?” Derek’s voice broke the moment and you found anger was surging through you once again. You separated from Isaac to face Derek.

At this point, you didn’t care what his intentions had been, you weren’t going to let him away with this.

“I’m going to give you three seconds to explain why you did this.” As Derek moved to speak you ruthlessly cut him off. “Too slow.” And with that the back of your hand met his cheek, again sending him flying, only not as far this time.

His fangs were barred now, as were yours. Both of your eyes glowing, his red ones threatening as he attempted to demonstrate his power. And yet again, you had a revelation.

You couldn’t stop the laugh that fell from your lips, a synacal and sarcastic lilt to it as you towered over Derek’s form on the floor.

“Oh I get it!” You exclaimed, lip held between your teeth in mock disbelief you pressed your palm to your forehead as you spoke, “You thought you’d go around and stalk some kids so you could add to your big bad pack. Right?” He growled at you and attempted to pick himself up, only for you to give a swift, hard kick to his chest, returning his back to the dirt.

“I guess you told him it’d make him stronger? That it’d make all of his problems go away? And what about the Argent’s, huh? Did you tell him that you were manipulating him?” It was then, again in panic, Isaac spoke up to your surprise, in Derek’s defence.

“(Y/n), I promise it isn’t like that! He told me everything, it was my choice I said yes!” You spared him a glance before crouching down to Derek.

“Well did you tell him how you usually treat your pack?” The words were dripping in venom and the guilt that radiated from the man didn’t deter you from moving forward with you verbal attack, your head turning to Isaac, your eyes sparkling with sadness as you locked eyes with him, speaking hoarsely you wondered out loud, “Did he tell you that he’s a liar? That he doesn’t know how to run a pack? That if he doesn’t understand you he’ll leave you in the dust?”

The look on his face spoke volumes as he recalled the state Derek had put you in the weeks previous.

With a final sneer in Derek’s direction you delivered your parting words, “You better treat him better than you continue to treat me or so help me Derek Hale I will tear you to shreds.”

As you angrily stormed away, Isaac stood in confusion for a second before he began to chase after you, leaving Derek on the dirt floor to help himself.

“(Y/n)! (Y/n) please wait!” He shouted as he was just starting to catch up to you. When you felt that you were at a good enough distance away from Derek you finally slowed your pace.

When Isaac finally made it to your side, he was panting slightly, swallowing the lump in his throat he nervously grabbed your hand.

“I’m sorry.” He repeated, his eyes resembling those of a puppy and you could already feel your composure slipping away from you as you looked at him.

It’d been almost three weeks since you’d seen him, three weeks since you’d made out in the school basement and this definitely wasn’t how you were expecting the reunion to go.

“Isaac it isn’t your fault. I’m not mad at you, ok? I get it. I’m just worried, this town isn’t exactly kind on the supernatural.” You reassured him gently, squeezing his hand and giving him a sad smile.

“Don’t worry about me.” Isaac told you and you had to laugh, “Sorry, babe but I will not be taking my eyes off you until this town becomes normal.”

Isaac’s face was then taken over by, what could only be described as, a Cheshire Cat smile, “Did you just call me babe?” His voice was teasing and you felt your face heating up despite your freezing temperature.

Sucking on the inside of your cheek you tried your best to conceal your growing smile, you shrugged innocently, “Yeah. What about it?” The playful lilt in your voice had his smile widening even more as he began to lean down to you, his face getting closer to yours by the second.

His breath fanned across your lips when he spoke next, “I liked it.” With that, his lips pressed to yours cautiously, as if he was still unsure of whether or not it was okay to do so.

His uncertainty melted away when he felt your lips begin to reciprocate his actions and your hands moved to cup his cheeks.

The both of you could agree that this kiss was different than the last one you’d shared a few weeks ago. “Why is it that we only ever kiss when one of us is coming out as a supernatural creature?” Isaac laughed against your lips as you pulled away with a sigh.

“It would be us wouldn’t it.”

After a few minutes of nagging at Isaac you managed to put all the pieces of Derek’s plan together. Isaac himself didn’t actually know all that much, just that he was the first to be turned, but that alone told you everything that you needed to know.

Derek was now an alpha with no pack, so logically, a pack was what he was building and that would have been perfectly understandable- if he hadn’t started with your best friend.

“There’s a full moon coming up, did he tell you what would happen?” You questioned gently, ready to throttle Derek when the boy in front of you shook his head.

Heaving a deep breath you squeezed his hand reassuringly, the initial excitement of being turned had worn off and Isaac was beginning to radiate anxiety once again.

“Don’t worry okay? I’m gonna call Scott, he’ll be able to help you.” Isaac’s eyebrows came together in confusion, “Scott McCall?”

You nodded your head, “He’ll know how to help.” You tried to convince Isaac without spilling Scott’s secret. Not that it was going to stay a secret for too long, but it wasn’t your secret to tell.

Isaac shook his head rapidly, his hands moving to hold your forearms, his panic at your suggestion hitting you like a freight train as he stared into your eyes, a wild look in his own.

“No no no no. You can’t tell anyone. (Y/n) promise me you won’t tell anyone okay? If my dad finds out I’m a werewolf he’ll-“ The words came out almost as fast as you could run and his panic only intensified when his father entered his mind.

Quickly catching on to his looming panic attack as his eyes began to glow yellow you cut him off, “Isaac.”

He didn’t hear you as he kept rambling, claws growing past his nails and digging into your arm, “No he’ll kill me. Oh my god he’s gonna kill me. (Y/n) he’s go-“

Yes, it would’ve been easy to rip your arms from his grasp that was causing you quite a lot of pain as his nails sunk into your skin as his hands held onto you desperately. However, you had a feeling that his hold on your now bloody forearms was the only thing keeping him from spiralling completely out of control.

“Isaac! Look at me!” Your voice was strict but served to make his amber eyes finally settle on yours.

Gently, you finally slipped your arms out of Isaac’s clawed grip, although you were sure it would’ve been less painful to just leave them, his claws dragged down your arms while you lifted them slowly and cautiously until you replaced them with your hands, using your new grasp of the boy to provide him with some peace of mind.

You focused your energy on shifting a sense of relaxation from your own palms to Isaac’s sweaty ones as you spoke, voice soft again, “I’m not going to tell anyone. It’s just you and me, alright? Focus on me, yeah?” Isaac nodded his head, still slightly frantic but calmer than before as he did as you told and simply focused on you, “Take a deep breath.” You instructed, breathing steadily along with him until his eyes returned to their natural blue colour and his claws retracted.

A moment of silence passed with Isaac slumped against you, hands held tightly in his while he steadied his breathing. You placed your lips to his cheek and then again to the bruise forming beneath his right eye, you hadn’t noticed it earlier. You’d almost forgotten it’d been nearly three weeks since you’d been together, he’d probably been though it with his demon of a sperm doner over the time you were away.

“I’ve missed you.” It was Isaac that broke the silence when your lips disconnected from his injured face.

“I missed you too.” You replied simply, there was so much you’d planned on saying to him while you were in Mystic Falls but at the moment, you felt there were more pressing matters to discuss and again, it was Isaac who spoke.

He pulled away slightly to look at you properly, hands still clasping yours, he gave them a squeeze before he started speaking, “This pack that Derek’s building… I’m guessing you’re not in it?”

“I was never asked. But I’ve kind of already got a pack, which you are more than welcome to join.” You responded hopefully, wishing he’d agree but you knew he wouldn’t. As such a fresh beta he’d stay loyal to his alpha, but, you had to ask.

Isaac nodded his head sadly, “Scott McCall?” You let out a small laugh, at how quickly he’d caught on, “Yeah. He’s not exactly an alpha but he’s helped me out a lot, more than Derek has.”

“Derek told me that wolves are stronger as a pack, he didn’t say anything about vampires though.” Isaac went on, a confused lilt in his voice.

“I found out in Mystic Falls that vampires rarely belong to packs and by vampire nature I don’t need one, but Ric figures that it’s in my nature to want one since it’s all I’ve ever known.” You relayed the information to Isaac.

“Then why not, you know, join mine?” His lip was pulled between his teeth and he was looking at you with a hopeful expression.

“Isaac I just told you…” You said pleadingly, you didn’t want to upset him any further but you also couldn’t throw away the pack bond you’d built with Scott and Stiles when you’d first turned. If it was a matter of Isaac’s pack being made up of just Isaac there would’ve been no problems, it was the fact that it wasn’t Isaac’s pack but Derek’s.

Scratching what you’d decided about Derek earlier, you came to a new agreement with yourself: all of hell would freeze over before you even thought of easing up on Derek Hale.

Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “Come on, (N/n)! We are not going to let our love play out like Romeo and Juliet!” The way he spoke was humorous but it was obvious that he wasn’t really joking.

With a sigh you moved your shaking hands, that were now covered in scabbed over cuts as opposed to their previous status of raw and bleeding, to Isaac’s face. Your thumbs moved gently along his cheek bones as you took him in with an encouraging smile on your face as you told him confidently, “I refuse to let us become a modern day Romeo and Juliet, that’s not happening.”

You pulled him closer to you, slipping your arms around his shoulders and doing your best to ignore the butterflies rioting in your stomach when his arms wrapped tentatively around your waist.

You brought your lips to meet his briefly before fixing him with another determined look, “But listen to me, we might be loyal to different packs but I’m on your side, no matter what.”

Isaac nodded his head in understanding, “If it comes down to it, I’m always gonna choose you.” He responded honestly, arms tightening around you to hold you against his chest, his height causing his chin to be tilted downwards so that he could meet your eyes.

“I meant what I said to Derek, by the way.” You informed, Isaac’s eyebrows rose in confusion again, “If he mistreats you I’ll tear him apart.”

“Should I give Scott the same warning?” Isaac asked humorously and you had to shake your head in order to hold back a laugh.

It wasn’t until you’d separated from your embrace with Isaac that you took into account the fact that your body was now shaking with the cold.

“Come on, I’ve gotta call my dad and probably the sheriff and you’re freezing.” Isaac stated, wrapping an arm around your shoulder and leading you back to the cemetery where you noticed his overturned excavator and the dug up grave plot.

You listened with curiosity while Isaac spoke to his father on the phone, trying to explain exactly what had transpired in the last couple of hours since his shift started.

“How the hell does an excavator just flip over, Isaac?” You could hear his fathers anger through the line and Isaac fumbled for a response, “Someone, or something- I don’t know it could’ve been an animal, but it got pushed from the side and tipped over. I fell into the plot I was digging and that was it, I didn’t see the rest.” He explained weakly.

“You still stuck in hole, you idiot?” You watched as Isaac clenched his jaw and motioned to yourself when he was finally looking at you, “No. No, um, (Y/n) just got back from Virgina, she came looking for me and helped me out.”

“She still there?” His father questioned, seemingly cooling off at the mention of your name. You hated how much that man seemed to like you when he should’ve held that affection for his actual son.

“Yeah, she’s with me now.” Isaac confirmed and you offered up a fake cheerful, “Hi, Mr Lahey!”

“Invite her over while I call the sheriff and see about getting this mess cleaned up.” With that, he hung up the phone and Isaac sighed, “You’re starting to look like Mr. Freeze, let’s get you warmed up.” His arm stayed comfortably wrapped around your shoulder and as you reached up to hold his hand that was hanging over your shoulder you stopped dead in your tracks, “Isaac, I can’t go and greet your father looking like this.”

You motioned to your torn and bloodstained hoodie, immediately regretting it when his eyes widened in shock, “Did I… oh god (Y/n) did I do that?”

Not missing a beat you grabbed his hands and made sure you soothed his panic before you got a rerun of earlier.

“It’s not your fault. You’re new to this, okay? Mistakes happen and that’s fine it’s all part of the process. And look!-” You pulled off the hoodie to reveal your now completely healed arms and hands, nothing but dried blood to show that the claw marks were even there in the first place. “‘M all healed up! No harm done.” You reassured him, bringing his lips to yours to further convince him that you were okay and distract him from the guilt you could feel building within him.

Your arms, although no longer cut, were covered in goosebumps as Isaac ran his hands affectionately down the length of them. “It won’t happen again.” He promised and you gave him a shaky smile, teeth beginning to chatter, “Let’s go home?” Isaac nodded his head, nothing short of ripping his own hoodie off before pulling your arms through the sleeves and moving himself in front of you to zip it up.

You watched completely content as he fumbled with the zipper. His curls were falling in front of his eyes and his eyes were squinted in concentration. The quiet, but triumphant, “got it” he let out when he finally finessed the zipper had you grinning like a fool.

When he moved his focus from the zip and back to your face, he smiled bashfully, “What’re you looking at me like that for?”

The sleeves of his hoodie, that was miles too big for you, hung far past your wrists and brushed against the nape of his neck, your fingers finding a place tangled in his hair while you stared at him, grin ever present.

Your other hand was otherwise occupied being placed firmly against Isaac’s chest, enjoying the feeling of his rapidly beating heart, and you didn’t know it entirely. But in that moment it was beating for you and you alone.

Isaac’s hand made itself comfortable holding your waist, the other holding your own against his chest, keeping it in place.

Neither of you needed to say it. You could both feel it. But still, you found yourself uttering the words, “I love you.”

Not half a second had passed before Isaac echoed your declaration, “I love you.”

“I feel like if I kiss you right now I won’t be able to stop but I’m still freezing my ass off so… your place?”

Isaac nodded his head in agreement, “My place.”

Upon arrival at the Lahey residence, Mr. Lahey had greeted you with a wide smile and ushered you into the kitchen where he instructed Isaac to make you some tea, to which Isaac had to restrain a grumble as he’d been planning on doing it anyway.

Mr. Lahey was happily chatting away to you when Isaac set down two cups of tea, one in front of his father and one in front of you, his eyes lingering on you with a certain kind of glint before he turned back to the counter to grab his own cup and returning to sit beside you at the table.

Isaac was, in all honesty, losing it. He didn’t even know why. You were just sitting there, wrapped up in his hoodie, nose ever so slightly pink from the cold, talking politely to his father. It was nothing out of the ordinary but he was finding it hard to think about anything other than how his hoodie would look splayed on the floor of his bedroom.

He wasn’t very good at hiding it either, you could feel it as clear as day. Teenage boy hormones mixing with teenage werewolf hormones were causing havoc and it’d be a lie to say it wasn’t having an affect on you.

Trying to return your attention to whatever Mr.Lahey was babbling about you clearing your throat and took a sip of your tea, keeping your expression neutral as Isaac’s hand slipped to your knee under the table. His attempt to pull you into his mess of hormones was obviously successful as you found yourself ready to yell out in frustration when his hand stayed put on your knee for a solid twenty minutes before his father finally rose from the table.

“I’m going to check out the situation at the cemetery, you’re welcome to stay tonight, it’s pretty dangerous out there these days.” Mr. Lahey offered and you smiled innocently at him as he stood in the doorway, “I think I’ll take you up on that. Thank you.” The older man gave you a nod but said no more before walking out the front door.

“What the hell are you doing?” You finally burst when the front door clicked shut, whipping around to face Isaac.

“What?” He asked as if his hand didn’t start sliding further up your leg the second his father left the room.

You groaned, “Don’t ‘what?’ me when you’re about four centimetres from having your hand between my thighs!”

“Sorry.” He immediately retracted his hand, eyes wide as he realised how close his hand was to reaching the top of your thigh, “I, um, I didn’t mean to- I mean, I did mean to but i won’t do it again if you don’t want me to-“

“Isaac.” You cut him off, lip pulled between your teeth, “I want you to.” You declared and he let out a heavy sigh full of relief, “Thank God.” He muttered before he was pulling you up off the chair and right against his chest.

His lips immediately found yours and his hands were gripping your waist like there was no tomorrow.

At this point, the butterflies in your stomach were going absolutely bat shit feral when his lips began to trail past your lips, to your chin, then to the curve of your jaw. It was when his hand slipped deftly up your side to settle against your jaw that you realised just how much you’d been wanting this.

Isaac’s lips fell further to your neck and you couldn’t stop the hum of approval that escaped your mouth at the sensation of his soft lips sucking and licking at your pulse. “It this okay?” He asked in a mutter, the dainty and nervous nature of his voice contrasting greatly with the confidence and ferocity of his actions.

Your hands tugged gently at his hair to get him to meet you clouded eyes, when he looked at you you were sure that his eyes had flashed yellow, his breathing was getting heavy and you had an inkling that his lips on your neck was the most exciting thing that was going to happen between you tonight.

“It’s more than okay.” You told him with a dopey smile, letting out a laugh when he dived back into the crook of your neck, kissing your skin through a smile.

Despite your words your hands moved to his chest to push him away slightly, “But…” you started as Isaac threw his head back with a groan, “I think we should stop, and maybe revisit this after the full moon passes.”

After taking in a steadying breath Isaac nodded in agreement, “Yeah, you’re probably right.” His hand slipped into yours and he intertwined his fingers with yours, he spent a moment just looking at your linked hands with a fond smile and the look of achievement on his face. It was easy to tell, with the help of your empathic powers, that Isaac was proud of himself.

You yourself couldn’t quite pinpoint why he was feeling so prideful in the moment, but he knew. To be truthful he wasn’t just proud of himself, he was downright ecstatic. He’d been nothing more than your best friend since you were both eleven, and now, six years later he finally crossed the threshold from being your best friend to being your- well actually now that he thought about it, he wasn’t sure what he is to you now.

A few hours passed before Isaac worked up the courage to ask the question that had formed in his mind after his make out session with you earlier.

The pair of you had since gotten comfortable in his bed, which was nothing particularly new. You laid on your side with your back to the bedroom door, Isaac was behind you, his chin tucked in between your shoulder and your neck with his arms around your torso holding you close to him.

“Can I ask you something?” His voice broke through the silence and you responded with a tired hum, adjusting his arm so you could snuggle closer and tried your best to stop yourself from falling asleep while he murmured softly in your ear.

“What are we?” He kept his eyes trained on the dark room ahead of him, his hand grabbing yours as you readjusted his arm and he absentmindedly began playing with your fingers, the action being successful in calming his nerves.

“What do you want us to be?” You asked sleepily in response, a small smile forming on your face as you heard his heartbeat speeding up.

Isaac let out a nervous breath against your neck and you held back a shudder at the feeling, “I was kind of thinking that all the kissing would make us a couple.” Letting out another sleepy hum, if it was even physically possible, you snuggled deeper into his hold. You sluggishly turned your head to place a light kiss against his cheek, “Then we’re a couple.”

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❝ familiarity / one.

━ ♡ ・ paring: kim taehyung x reader. ━ ♡ ・ genre: soulmate!au, non idol!au, fluff (with a little angst!). ━ ♡ ・ word count: 2.7k. ━ ♡ ・ summary: you didn’t believe in soulmates. once. that all changed when you met yours; all thanks to one little drawing.

author’s note: hi! i haven’t written in a while so excuse the small mistakes, but i hope you enjoy! if you’ve played bts world before, some of the stuff in this chapter might seem a little... familiar (no pun intented). i also plan to have the reader be connected to every member somehow in this fic, so they will come soon! hope you all enjoy, feedback is always appreciated. <3

“Shit,” you murmured under your breath, glancing at the rows of baked dough that were left in the oven for a little too long. Rather than its usual glossy, golden brown finish—it was dull, and… sad.

It’s been almost a year since you’ve been miraculously hired as the pastry chef’s assistant at Hotel Mudrin. You say miraculously, because even without any sort of culinary knowledge outside of cooking shows, you still managed to land the job. The chef was somehow impressed by the basic strawberry pancake dish you presented during your interview, and instantly saw growth potential in you.

That was also when you met your best friend, Seokjin. He was a newly hired intern at the time, and with the two of you being the only staff members in the hotel within the same age bracket, it didn’t take that much time for a bond to form. Seokjin was always getting into trouble by his boss Mr. Im, because to him, this intern could never do anything right. But with you there, you were able to lend a helping hand when tasks got a little too overwhelming—and things got a little easier from there. You and Seokjin began to spend time together on and off the clock since.

You weren’t sure if it was the adrenaline or the mixture of raging hormones from being together, but the two of you decided to give dating a shot not too long after. It lasted for a solid two months—and while it had to come to an end, you both concluded that you were happier as friends.

And it was true. You and Seokjin have been inseparable since.

“____,” you heard the head chef call out your name, which instantly reeled you back to reality. Glancing down at the burnt dough on the tray, you felt a surge of warmth rush through your cheeks, knowing that you were about to be scolded at any second. “Are you okay? Ever since you came back from your lunch break, something’s been off.”

“No chef, nothing’s wrong,” you lied, walking over to the nearby garbage can to throw the current batch of dough away. A reassuring smile soon formed across your lips. “Just tired.”

If it wasn’t for you spiraling during your lunch break after Seokjin had left, maybe you would be in a better head space. But of course, spending the last ten minutes of break thinking about what went wrong in all of your relationships didn’t exactly help anyone at all.

The head chef could see through your lies too. And rather than questioning it, he only continued piping cream on the freshly cooled pastries on his side of the counter. “Maybe you need some fresh air,” he added with a shrug of his shoulders, eyes concentrated on his work. It was evident he was still invested in the conversation with you, though. “There should be a shipment of mangoes coming in in about twenty minutes, do you mind bringing those boxes in here? Take all the time you need. I’ll work on making another batch of dough.”

“I can make the dough, chef!” you tried to protest, mostly as a way to convince your boss that you weren’t feeling too off (when in reality, you were). “It’s okay, the mangoes can wait.”

As you were about to reach for the measuring cups in a nearby counter top, you were met with a look from the chef that clearly said: Go get some fresh air. Now.

So, rather than questioning it, you did.

After washing your hands and hanging your apron by the door, you made your way outside of the kitchen and into the main hallways of the hotel. It was emptier than usual—mostly because it was a weekday afternoon, and the guests who were staying at the hotel were out. It was also the midst of October, and the influx of guests don’t usually start to come in until around Christmas-time. Which was fine, because you weren’t met with the stress of having to make hundreds of fruit tarts in a span of an hour. Instead, you were able to step out and take a small stroll, which was always nice.

Upon exiting the area where the stairs were (staff weren’t allowed to use the elevators, per Mr. Im’s orders), you finally arrived at the ground floor. You always felt so out of place in the main lobby, with or without your work uniform. With the spacious area matched with gray marble flooring and sleek interior design, it was never a place you imagined yourself staying in. Only the richest of the rich could afford even one night in this place, and you? Couldn’t even afford a proper meal for dinner on some days. Hotel Mudrin was known to be a hub for millionaires, celebrities, or rich families alike—not for struggling university graduates like yourself.

But sometimes, it was nice to dream.

Quietly humming to a tune of a song you heard in the radio earlier this morning, you casually strolled through the floor, making your way towards the back door where the shipments would be. The subtle smell of lemon from the newly mopped floors was an odd favorite of yours. From time to time you’d flash a friendly smile towards the guests or staff members you’d pass by. But before you could exit through the back and meet with the shipment truck, you decided to take a small pit stop to the front desk and say hi to your best friend.

“Dude,” you began the minute you saw Seokjin behind the front desk. His eyes were on the computer screen in front of him, typing and clicking away, but you knew him well enough to know that he was probably playing a game of Minesweeper like he always does. Crossed arms resting on the desk, you then rest your chin on them as your eyes look up to your friend on the other side of the counter. “Remember when I wanted to cry because I realized I’ll probably be single and alone forever? Well my boss—”

As you continued to ramble on, Seokjin’s eyes finally met with yours. They weren’t eyes that meant he was ready to listen to you vent, no… they were wide. Like he was in a state of shock.

He quickly began to shake his head, which caused you to raise an eyebrow in slight confusion. Did he want you to stop talking? Shut up? Right as you were about to say something though, his lips began to mouth the words ‘I’m busy’ over and over again.

That was when you knew, you fucked up.

The truth was, Seokjin was still busy tending to a guest, and you interrupted him actually working. Turning around, you briefly spotted the guest he’s been helping, and god—it was obvious by the look of your face that you had just embarrassed yourself into the next century.

“Sorry sir!” you apologized quickly, heat beginning to rush through your cheeks while you bowed for the hundredth time in the span of thirty seconds. Rather than making proper eye contact like any normal person would, your view was glued to the floor. “I honestly didn’t see you, and I know I should’ve, but—”

“It’s okay! Don’t worry about it,” he soon interrupted by providing reassurance. Once you heard a string of laughter from his end, you knew that he was understanding enough of the situation. “I get it.”

While you still couldn’t find the strength to really look him in the eye, you only returned with a sheepish laugh. It wasn’t every day you found yourself acting like a complete fool in front of a hotel guest (that was more of Seokjin’s speed in all honesty), so you didn’t exactly know how to fix the situation. Instead, you ended up sitting there in silence until Seokjin rescued the conversation.

“Alright!” he chimed in with the clasp of his hands, which was obviously your cue to slowly walk away. “You’re all checked in until the 31st, Mr. Kim. Let me grab your bags and take you to your suite.”

As you were about to leave, of course, you couldn’t go without embarrassing yourself one last time. Just as you were about to make a beeline towards the break room—also known as the place you were going to scream in—you managed to bump into this guest in full force.

Looking up, you finally had the chance to take a good glimpse of the person in front of you. He was tall, muscular, with ash blond hair that was parted in the center. His almond eyes were practically gleaming behind his silver frames, and it paired well with the two dimples perfectly placed on each cheek.

In other words, he was gorgeous. And completely out of your league. Which is probably another reason why you were feeling flustered beyond belief at this very moment.

“Are you okay?” he asked softly. It felt like a movie—with both of his hands gently placed on each of your arms to provide support, gentle eyes locked on yours. You could’ve sworn you felt your heart stop, whether if it’s from being embarrassed or… swooned, even.

Swallowing thickly, you managed to let out a small “yeah,” before fixing your stance. He eventually let go, and the two of you were able to laugh it off for a little. “But are you okay, sir?”

“Didn’t even hurt,” he reassured, flashing that smile that accentuated his dimples really well. An open then was reached out as an offer. “You can call me Namjoon. Do you work here?”

But before you could even keep the conversation going, of course, Seokjin had to butt in. Literally. “Let me help you with that, Mr. Kim,” he urged with a friendly, yet painful smile as he walked in between you and Namjoon. He then reached down to pick up the leather suitcase that was sitting right beside the guest’s leg. Eventually, Namjoon had to retract his hand.

You took it as your cue to leave, so you excused yourself from the two without saying goodbye.

Thankfully there wasn’t anyone in the break room to look at you quietly take a moment to freak out over what just happened. If Namjoon wasn’t so good-looking and one hundred percent your type on paper, maybe you would’ve shrugged the interaction off by now. But you kept thinking over and over about how you were going to run into him again in one way or another—especially since he plans on staying at the hotel for over three weeks. All he had to do is walk into the hotel’s dining area to have dinner, and you’d be there. Not even as you off the job, but you in that stupid apron and chef’s hat.

Head dug into your arms as you leaned on the table, you tried to think of something—anything to get your mind off of what just happened. Letting out a deep exhale, you decided to take your phone out of your pocket and scroll through your e-mails. The first thing that caught your attention was an opened one, the one you received from that psychic about your soulmate.

Your soulmate is a man who is hard-working and bright, he will constantly continue to prove that he can be trusted and counted on by your friends and family…

Your eyes continued to read through the reading the photo was attached to, which was oddly comforting. To know that there was someone out there who could potentially be everything you’re looking for.

He is understanding, forgiving and respectful, even when you sometimes make mistakes…

Deciding to skim through the rest of the reading, you opened up that picture once again. You couldn’t help but notice something you didn’t the first time you saw it, and that was the small details on his facial features. He has three beauty marks: one sitting on the bottom of his eye, on his cheek, and one placed perfectly on the tip of his nose. You could’ve sworn those weren’t there before.

“And I thought I was the one who’s always the embarrassment at work,” you heard the familiar voice barge inside the break room, which obviously belonged to Seokjin. He walked over to where you were sitting and rested his chin on the top of your head, arms dangling from each side of your shoulders. “Jesus Christ bubs, you were a mess out there.”

“I don’t want to talk about it,” you murmured grumpily, placing your phone back in your pocket. “Do you think he’s going to tell Mr. Im? I can’t be blacklisted from this place, I need my job.”

Seokjin only laughed. “Stop being so dramatic. He seems too nice to do that.” Shaking his head, he sighed. “Plus, I’m eighty-five percent sure he was hitting on you.”

“Ha ha, very funny,” you retorted while rolling your eyes. “As if he found my dirty uniform and the flour in my hair sexy.”

“You’re right, there’s nothing sexy about you,” he playfully joked back, which made you elbow him in the stomach. And all he did was laugh after. “What are you doing out here, anyway? Aren’t you supposed to be helping Chef Seong making those pies for tonight’s desserts?”

You sighed, nodding your head in response. “I’m supposed to be bringing a shipment of mangoes in from the back. Are you on your break? Do you want to come help me?”

With your best friend agreeing to accompany you to your trip to get the mangoes, the two of you head out of the break room and towards the back entrance of the hotel. As you opened the door to go outside, you noticed that the truck was already parked in front, with a few boxes of mangoes neatly stacked on top of one another. So, you decided to get to work and grabbed the first two boxes you see.

“Are these all of it?” you heard Seokjin ask (possibly the driver of the truck). You couldn’t really see, because the boxes were obstructing your view.

“There’s two more left,” the other person, who sounded like a man, replied. “Let me get those out.”

You made about two rounds in and out of the hotel before all of the boxes outside were brought in. Seokjin had to do the absolutely most as usual bringing way more boxes in than he could carry, and while he tried to play it cool as much as possible, you could tell he was struggling. His trembling arms were a clear tell that he could drop everything at given moment.

“Are you sure you don’t need any help?” you asked him, trying to suppress the laughter bubbling inside you.

“Does it look like I need your help?” Seokjin scoffed, which only made it harder to keep your laughter in. He couldn’t even look at you as he tried walking inside, because he was far too concentrated in keeping all of the mangoes inside these boxes. “Go away, you’re distracting me and my strength.”

As he continued to carry the boxes inside, you watched a couple of mangoes fall out and roll on the ground in front of you. He didn’t even seem to notice, because he kept walking. You only shook your head before bending down to quickly pick them up before they get too dirty.

Assuming that you’ve picked everything off the ground, you stood up and tried to catch up to Seokjin, who was already by the door. But rather than joining him, you were stopped. “Excuse me, miss!” you heard the foreign voice enter your ears. “You forgot these!”

You turned around to grab the mangoes out of the driver’s hands. “Thank you,” you replied with a soft smile. “Sorry about my friend, he’s—”

When you looked up to meet his gaze, it was as if what you were about to say next was thrown at the window. The person standing in front of you looked familiar. Even with the brim of his large straw hat hovering over his eyes, you could clearly see the prominent beauty marks on his features that resembled the ones of your soulmate in that one drawing.

It was him. It had to be.

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shy-marker-pliers · 4 years

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High school AU thingamabob

Dark

17 year old senior

class president and is kinda high and mighty about it tbh

“yes i know student council can’t really make any changes without the input of the superintendent but IM THE PRESIDENT AND YOU’RE NOT SO SUCK MY DI-“

does sound/lights for all the shows the school puts on

dating wilford and no one knows how or why they’re together

had a deep as hell voice and a beard the second he hit puberty

takes every ethics/psychology class he can

wants to be a lawyer

that one kid that everyone fears but is actually kinda chill if not a little surly

wears a collared shirt and tie to school every day and would totally get made fun of for it if he wasn’t terrifying

listens to classical music unironically

“oh my god i’m so going to fail this test” *proceeds to get the highest grade in the class*

protector of the gays™️

person: *says something mean to a student because they’re lgbtq+*

Dark: *teleports in front of said student* omae wa mou shindeiru

Wilford

19 year old senior

Yes he still has the mustache

doesn’t give a fuck about what anyone thinks of him

deadass wore a dress to school after one of his friends got made fun of because she wore a suit to a school dance

b u f f a s h e l l

could bench press a teacher if he really tried

on the cheer team

“no i’m not wearing pants, this miniskirt makes my ass look great!”

everyone’s bodyguard

usually attracts a crowd of nervous underclassmen

has mild dyslexia

tol

gives his friends piggyback rides

president of the drama club

works hard enough in school to pass his classes but that’s pretty much it

sleeps in class

Bim

15 year old freshman

vice president of the drama club

wilfords shadow

first freshman to help run the drama club and shoves it in everyone’s face

shouts his gayness from the rooftops

secretly super insecure

loves plants and helps out in the schools greenhouse

named all of the plants but if you tell anyone he’ll stab you

gets mostly B’s and C’s

has mild ocd but not enough to affect him severely

talks like a game show host cause he thinks it makes him sound attractive

it doesn’t

Google(s)

16 year old juniors

identical quadruplets

they have to wear different colors every day or else no one knows which one is which

they’re called the googles because their backpacks match the colors of the chrome logo and they’re super smart

straight A 4.0 GPA students but Oliver has to try a little harder than his brothers

all of them are in the robotics team except for ollie

Blue works on programming and red and green are on the build team

Ollie is the sweetest day of sunshine to ever exist and everyone loves him

he’s basically adopted Eric as his lil bro

tutors people in the library every tuesday and thursday

the other googles disapprove of his relationship with bing but he makes ollie happy so they don’t do anything about it

they all work in a supermarket and they’re saving up for college

ollie wants to be a vet, red and green want to be engineers, and blue wants to be a web developer

Bing

17 year old junior

mostly A’s, a few B’s.

his full name is zachary bing but people call him bing because he’s always trying to one up the googles

dudebro

was pining after ollie for months before chase finally felt sorry for him and told ollie how he felt

they’re dating now and it’s adorable

so soft for his boyf

a really good skater and wins a lot of local competitions

doesn’t study but still gets p good grades

wears sunglasses all the time because he has light sensitivity

Has ADHD

s t r o n k

always challenges people to arm wrestle him

can sing really well and plays gitaur

shares a youtube channel with chase where they skate and to challenges and stuff

Dr. ipiler

18 year old senior

Everyone calls him doc because he helps the school nurse and takes every single biology and health class there is

all A’s

really wants to be a surgeon

best friends with Schneep

huge star trek/harry potter nerd (ravenclaw if you’re wondering)

almost always at schneep’s house studying or just chillin’

kind of a control freak

thinks he’s charismatic but he’s actually kinda annoying

but annoying in a funny way

has a pet ferret that he sneaks into school

feral

espresso and sugar flows through his veins

“i actually got a good sleep last night.” “oh really?” “yeah bro i got a whole half hour!”

super dark bags under his eyes

Host

17 year old junior

all A’s except for in gym class

he has eyes in this

his real name is Simon Charles Teller (there are specific meanings to those names btw look them up) but he’s called The Host because he does morning announcements every day.

has gold eyes and a lot of people find it unnerving

“hey i have a podcast you should totally listen to it”

nocturnal

spends all of his free time in the library

always reading in class but the teachers don’t really care bc his grades are good and he does his homework

wants to be an english/poetry teacher

crushing on the cute shy kid from his english class

doesn’t talk much but he’ll still be nice to you

that one kid who’s always correcting the teachers

Runs the D&D club (he’s the dungeon master)

Eric Derekson

16 year old junior

Mostly high B’s, a couple of A’s.

lives with his uncle mark after he ran away from his abusive dad and is living a happy life

the guy that always volunteers to take care of the class pets over the weekend

animals love him

has anxiety, mild paranoia and autism.

animals, harry potter, and pokémon are his hyperfixations.

he also really likes gardening

crushing big time on hostioli

spends his entire english class staring at him and blushing

is seriously considering joining D&D club just to be able to talk to him

he’s in the art club

wants to be a vet and maybe do some freelance art stuff on the side

Ollie keeps yelling at him to just ask host out already but he’s too nervous

my poor bb boi

Wears sweaters all the time

wears headphones to block out noise if it ever gets too loud at he goes into sensory overload

disaster bi

Yan

18 year old senior

gets C’s

non-binary

has a makeup tutorial channel on youtube and has a pretty decent following

That one weeb

dyes their hair a new color every week

also has a new crush every week

everyone knows who their newest victim is because they never stop watching them

draws anime or cute animals for every art class

wants to be a a fashion designer

does MMA

everyone kinda stears clear of them

writes their first initial along with their crush’s on every notebook they own

has gotten suspended for beating kids up on multiple occasions

doesn’t really have that many friends but they don’t mind

spends their lunches watching their crush

in the drama club and the art club

Randall Voorhees

18 year old senior

C’s and D’s

Eric’s cousin/bodyguard

they have a lot of the same classes and walk everywhere together

loves animals and has like 10 pet rats

he doesn’t really care about his grades because he knows that he wants to be a woodworker/construction guy

makes little houses out of scrap wood for his rats and Eric thinks it’s adorable

always sneaks his rats to school and lets them have play dates with dr. iplier’s ferret

“nO IM NOT RELATED TO JASON VOORHEES HES NOT EVEN REAL SO SHUT THE HELL UP-“

used to live in nyc in queens and still has a pretty strong accent

completely incomprehensible when he’s excited or angry bc of the accent

everyone is jealous of his hair

spends like 100 dollars on shampoo and conditioner and stuff but it’s worth it

acts like the straightest guy in existence but could not be more gay

his boots are always muddy

Yancy

16 year old sophomore

his name is Yancy Bird

g...get it? like jailbird? ahaha...ok i’ll stop

permanent resident of the detention room

but he gets to just chill out and read for an hour so he doesn’t really mind

mostly gets detention for beating up kids that bully others

fuck the system

always wears a leather jacket and blue jeans

“hey, the 50’s called and they want their-“ SMACK. “shut up.”

takes a lot of criminal justice and psychology classes ironically

in the botany club but if you tell anyone they’ll never find your body

everyone is surprised when they find out he’s friends with Eric and ollie

pan but in denial

“i’m not gay guys, that ain’t me, i’m just comfortable with my sexuality. so i can admit when i see a guy with a handsome face and pretty eyes-“

that song is great btw you should listen to it

anyway

always makes really dark jokes and everyone is like “are you ok?”

except for his friends they just laugh

“lmao wouldn’t it be funny if everyone like...died”

#markiplier #markiplier egos #darkiplier #eric derekson #the host #wilford warfstache #yancy iplier #randall voorhees #bim trimmer #high school

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cagestark · 5 years

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Hi! Im not sure if you are taking prompts, but if not pls just ignore this (I LOVE YOUR STUFF ANYWAY UR GREAT ❤️❤️❤️) What about a PrisonInmate!Tony, PrisonInmate!Steve and PrisonInmate!Bucky all trying to get their hands on freshly employed Officer!Peter who was just trying to do his job. Smut? Shenanigans? Lots of good/bad/cheesy flirting? Anything would make me so happy!!!

Hope this works for what you wanted. I had a lot of fun, feel free to hop in my inbox and let me know if you’re satisfied. I tried working Steve in but :( still not very good at writing him. Bucky is a stretch for me, too. Did what I could though! Especially considering I scrapped what I had, wrote this in 10 hours, and didn’t even glance it over skskskks sorry for errors.

Warnings: some violence, smut, drugs. 7.5k. Peter is 22!

Read here on AO3!

The first time Tony meets Officer Parker, Tony is shackled at the waist and ankles to eleven other inmates from Lincoln Correctional Facility. He reaches up with bound wrists to scrub at his facial hair hoping that he isn’t as scruffy as he feels, eyeing the bright-eyed, bushy-tailed little twink who would be driving them twenty minutes to a nearby park There they would be giving restitution to society by picking up plastic soda bottles, cigarette butts, and used condoms from under the dugout benches at the baseball diamond. Thinking of the millions of dollars he stole from his father’s company (plenty of which was still offshore and safe), Tony figures that a week of this and his debt will be repaid. He and society can call it even.

“He’s green,” Bucky mutters from beside him. He tracks the younger man’s pale eyes to Officer Twink. “No question about it.”

“Hey Fury,” Tony says when the black officer goes by, doing a head count. He motions with his bound hands to Parker. “I didn’t know it was bring-your-white-child-to-work-day. Are his legs long enough to reach the pedals in the van? Does he have his permit? Where did you leave his Hot Wheels battery-powered jeep? Will we all fit in the back, because—”

“Pushing your luck,” mutters Steve from Tony’s other side, goody-fucking-two-shoes that he is.

Fury stops walking, actually doubles back to stand in front of him. “You want me to drag you out of line, Stark? You can spend the rest of your day inside washing dishes. Or in solitary, if you feel like being an asshole like usual. Don’t fucking test me,” Fury says. He’s a real hard-ass. Tony likes him well enough.

Beyond them, Officer Parker is blushing to beat the band having heard Tony’s criticism of him. “I’m twenty-two,” he mutters, and Tony nearly groans. Beside him, Bucky does groan. This kid is so, so fucking green. What kind of dummy correctional officer just spills personal information in front of convicted felons?

The harder inmates are going to eat him alive.

If Tony doesn’t eat him first.

“Twenty-two huh? When’s your birthday, sweetheart?” Tony calls. “I’ll drop a postcard in the mail for you—"

He hears the slide of chrome on leather as Fury draws his baton. Tony has just enough time to be thankful it’s not his taser before it is jabbing him in the chest. With his feet and wrists shackled, he has no real way to keep himself upright. He ends up sprawled ass first in the dirt. Steve and Bucky have to adjust to avoid falling themselves and likely taking the whole line down with them.

“Did you just threaten Officer Parker, Stark?” Fury asks, bending over him.

Tony squints up against the sun. “If my heartfelt affection is threatening, then—”

“One more word and you’re spending the week on D Block.” D Block is solitary confinement, and if there is anything more painful to Tony, he doesn’t know what it is. Being alone with his thoughts, no one there to fill the silence, walls so thick he can’t even hear the shouts from other inmates around him—it’s enough to drive him to the edge. He folds.

“Parker,” Fury barks. “Give me your keys. Stark isn’t coming on the field trip.”

“How else am I going to repay society?” Tony asks, holding up his wrists so Fury can unchain him out of the line. Fury doesn’t dignify him with an answer, and it’s probably for the best. Words tend to pour out of Tony’s mouth without thought even at the best of times. And he really isn’t looking for spending the first week of Officer Parker’s employment up on D Block getting his trays through the slot in the door.

While Fury undoes the locks with practiced ease, Parker stands back practically wringing his hands. He looks distraught, downright upset to be honest. When he catches Tony looking, the kid turns red and looks away. God. Fucking adorable.

Tony glances up at Bucky who is looking straight ahead with the smuggest fucking smirk. He winks at Parker and the kid literally has to turn away, probably before he has a stroke, because Bucky is a good-looking guy. And he’s going to spend the entire week, eight hours a day picking up trash while being supervised by Officer Twink.

“You lucky bastard,” Tony says to him.

“Bucky’s probably got him bent on all fours in one of the dugout’s right now,” Tony mutters unhappily around an unlit cigarette. They aren’t supposed to smoke inside—it’s against the rules, actually, not just frowned upon—but in times of anxiety, he likes the familiarity of it between his lips. He picks up his dealt cards from the table and glances at them: a straight. Not bad.

“Should have kept your mouth shut,” Toomes says from across the table. His joy at Tony’s dismay is poorly disguised behind his own hand. “That’d be you, right now. Picking up trash in Manhattan. The highlight of your day getting your dick sucked in a dugout littered with caramel corn and old wads of chewing gum. God, how the mighty fall.”

“Could be you right now, too,” Tony offers genially. “But those domestic violence charges mean you don’t even get the chance to go on field trips, huh?”

“Not to mention,” Rhodes says from beside him, a dark-skinned man with a generally unhappy face, and serious disposition. He was one of the only people on the block that Tony genuinely trusted—that sort of trust was hard earned. They’d even exchanged addresses so they could communicate after one or the other gets processed out. “No guard would risk their job for a suck job with you, Toomes.”

“Brutal,” Tony says, holding out his hand to shake Rhodes’s. “True, but absolutely brutal.”

“Thanks,” Rhodey says dryly. “Is someone going to call, or what?”

Toomes ends up storming off, leaving his hand flat on the table. When Tony flips it over, he only had one pair. Unfortunate bastard.

“He’s going to give you problems, Tony,” Rhodey says. His dark eyes are still tracking Toomes who is sulking across the floor back to his cell, where he stands in the doorway, scanning the room. “He’s not showing you respect, and he’s not meshing well with the block. It’s going to come to a head soon.”

“Is this foreshadowing?” Tony asks lazily.

Rhodey just stares.

Tony is dozing in his cell when a large form takes up the doorway. He slits his eyes open to see Bucky there, fresh from a shower with his jumpsuit half-undone and tied around his waist. The white wifebeater he wears shows off his arms, including the gnarly scars on his left shoulder from his last tour overseas. It clings to skin that is still a little wet, and Tony licks his lips.

“Hey snowflake,” he says, voice raspy. “Come to rub it in?”

Bucky sits cross-legged on the floor, back against the concrete wall. “His name is Peter. He graduated from the academy last May. This is his first job—if you don’t count the food joint he worked at as a kid. And his birthday is August tenth.”

Tony scoffs. “What, you didn’t get his social security number too? I’m disappointed. And I don’t believe you.”

Bucky holds up a scarred hand, solemn. “Swear on my tags.”

“How the hell could you have found out so much about the kid in a handful of hours? With Fury marching around no less.”

The smile that slides over Bucky’s face is so fucking handsome. Downright sensual. “Fury didn’t come. He was just there for headcount. It was Coulson escorting us with the kid. He spent the whole time sitting in the van with the AC and radio on, chainsmoking. You’re going to shit yourself, Tony. This kid is so fucking sincere and sweet—” Bucky throws his voice into what must be a poor impression of Peter’s trembling voice. “—thanks Mister Barnes, you’ve been so friendly. I’m glad my first day was spent with you.”

“Aww fuck. Goddamnit. Son of a bitch.”

Bucky laughs. “Don’t worry, you’re going to get your chance. He told me today was just to break him in. Tomorrow? He’s on the block. And don’t worry, I put in a good word for you. My friend Tony, I said, he’s one of the most solid guys I know. Arrogant as fuck, but a sweetheart underneath the ten different layers of ego and narcicism.”

Tony’s eyes shut. His hands come together in a prayer position over his chest. “Oh thank you, sweet Jesus.”

“Thank me,” Bucky says, wiggling his eyebrows.

In the back of the cell is a curtain that can be drawn shut while an inmate uses the facilities. It’s where most sex happens during the daytime, when anyone is liable to walk by and glance into a cell. Tony jerks a thumb at it. “You want to see what lies behind curtain number one, Buck?”

“Sure. I’m feeling lucky.”

Showers open at dawn, and Tony is one of the first inmates there. He takes extra time soaping himself up in the lukewarm water. By the time trays are brought in, he is dressed with his hair combed. The tank top he wears is white as is required for all clothes that aren’t jumpsuits, and it looks good against his tanned skin. Tony looks fucking good for his age—which is somewhere past thirty and before fifty, thanks, don’t worry about it.

He’s halfway through a tray of biscuits and gravy with more-than-decent hash-browns when Officer Parker comes in, the door of the block screeching open. He’s escorted again by Coulson. They tend to keep senior officers with green ones, because it’s so easy for the new guys to fall prey to inmates, whether by manipulation, intimidation, or sheer manpower. Tony has seen it happen. Tony has caused it, himself. He didn’t end up as the top guy in the block by shaking hands and kissing ass.

Coulson points out things around the block: the cells (obvious), the showers, the cameras. Tony isn’t close enough to hear what’s being said, but he can imagine. Guards come in every hour during the day and every two hours at night to stroll around the block peaking into cells. Even when they aren’t a physical presence on the floor, they are always watching behind the cameras. That will be Peter’s job today: walking the floor. Every sixty minutes, he’ll walk right by Tony in his cute little dress blues. They look too clingy to be at all efficient, especially on Peter’s lithe little form, narrow hips barely able to support the holster on his waist.

Peter turns around and Tony gets a nice glimpse of his ass—God, he wants to bite it.

Bucky looks less enthusiastic today, hair pulled back into a wet bun, dark circles under his eyes. They’d slept in the same bunk last night, but when he’d awoken in the morning, Bucky had been gone. Nightmares, probably. “Now who’s the lucky bastard?” he mumbles around his fork.

Tony. Tony is the lucky bastard.

When Coulson and Peter go by, Tony calls out, face wearing a winning smile. “Good morning, officers.”

“Good morning,” Peter says sweetly. When he notices that it is Tony who spoke, his eyes double in size. Obviously, Tony has already made an impression. He plants his chin on his palm, elbow resting on the table, and lets his eyes rove over the green boy. Unashamed is his middle name.

“Inmate number one to watch out for, Parker,” Coulson says. But Tony thinks there’s a little affection underneath the vacant expression. Maybe it’s just wishful thinking.

“I’m hurt, Phil,” Tony says. “Really hurt.”

“Stark is here for fraud, and he’s a master manipulator.”

“That’s better—stroke my ego, Phil. I love it. Go on.”

Coulson looks unimpressed. “Give him a wide berth.”

Peter nods obediently. His eyes trail over to Bucky and he lights up, squinting with a smile liable to outshine the sun. “Good morning Bucky! How are you?”

Coulson looks liable to have a fucking stroke. Lips twitching, Bucky salutes. “Doing great, sweet thing, how about yourself?”

“Can’t complain,” Peter says, blushing prettily.

Coulson ends up having to drag him off. Tony can’t imagine the dressing down he’s going to be receiving once they’re in private. Actually, he can, and it’s an image he cherishes. It wouldn’t hurt for the sweet kid to have some sense knocked into him by the other guards—before one of the inmates knocks it into him for them. The thought makes Tony’s fist clench around his fork. If anybody is knocking anything into Peter, it will be him. And Bucky. Preferably at the same time.

“You can hold him down,” Tony says lowly to Bucky across the table. “I’d like to see your thick arms wrapped around him. He looks like a squirmer, so sensitive. You can keep him still with nowhere to go, sitting on your cock, and I’ll suck him off. I bet he cries.”

“Shut up,” Bucky says, eyes half-lidded. He makes a stabbing motion with his plastic fork. “Or I’ll end up in the bathroom at the park beating off.”

“I like the thought of that.”

“Yeah, well I don’t.”

The next time Peter comes around, he is alone. Tony, Toomes, and some of the other guys are sitting around the table playing poker.

“Afternoon gentlemen,” Peter says cordially. Tony is immediately smitten—the kid is trying so hard to be a Big Boy. It’s so fucking endearing. All Tony wants to do is drag the kid by the belt to the nearest cell and suck him off.

“Afternoon, handsome,” Tony says.

“I hope there’s no gambling going on,” Peter says, his arms cross across his chest. Jesus, his arms are skinny but fucking built, muscles straining beneath the cuffs of his shirt. There’s strength there. He’s reminded suddenly that this kid did pass the academy, so he does have some training under his belt.

“Gambling is against the rules, officer,” Tony says brightly. He takes the cigarette from behind his ear, hands desperate for something to do, and tucks it between his lips. “Do we look like rule breakers to you?”

Peter shakes the hand of each man around the table. Tony would have to be blind not to see the looks he’s garnering: incredulity, attraction, calculation. Toomes looks like he’s about to cream his jumpsuit when his rough hand wraps around Peter’s soft, tiny one. The look he shoots Tony is smug.

“Do I get a handshake, Officer?” Tony asks sweetly as the kid is trying to make his escape.

He looks at Tony’s hand like it is a trap. Tony softens.

“I’m sorry if I came on too strong before,” he says gently. “I just want to say, Welcome to LCF.”

Peter takes his hand. It is just as soft and smooth as it looks, but the grip is strong and firm, and Tony feels irrational pride—look at this little boy standing up to him, so fucking fearless. He makes sure to keep the handshake simple and wholesome, even though it hurts to let go. Judging by the look on Peter’s face, he agrees.

“Thanks, Mr. Stark,” the kid breaths and fuck. That goes right to his cock.

“You’re quite welcome,” he purrs.

The guards work 2-2-3’s, predictably. That means that Peter will have two day shifts, two days off, three night shifts, two days off, two day shifts, three days off, so on and so forth. The next two days with no Peter to look forward to and Bucky spending the 9 to 5 picking up trash are some of the dullest he’s ever had. Rhodey is the only consolation. They spend a lot of their time watching television together or playing chess.

And nights are spent with Bucky. They take turns topping, pressing each other into the mattress and muttering a litany of dirty prose in each other’s ears. Peter makes a lot of appearances in their repertoire, and some of the best orgasms Tony’s had in ages come from imagining him walking into his cell someday to find Bucky sucking off Officer Parker, or the other way around.

Sometimes, Tony has to go behind the curtain in his cell and pretend he’s taking a shit, when in reality he is jerking off to the thought. Popping a boner during poker isn’t exactly welcome.

The night shifts aren’t ideal. From 6 pm to 6 am, Peter will come in to walk the floor, shining light into cells to make sure everything is up to code. There isn’t as much time for conversation, but Tony figures he’ll be happy to spend the night awake in his buck just for the glimpses of Peter he’ll get. God, he’s fucking worked up over this kid. Mr. Stark, he called him. Jesus.

When Peter comes in at six, it is to general greeting suffused with catcalls. His face turns red as a tomato, but he smiles, looking pleased by the comradery.

“Hey doll,” Bucky says when he strolls by. Trays came in a few minutes prior, so they are eating. Salisbury steak tonight, disgusting—but the gravy isn’t half bad. Peter waves, coming over.

“Hi Mr. Barnes. Hi Mr. Stark.”

“It’s Tony, sweetheart,” Tony says. “Even Coulson calls us by our first names. You can do it too.”

“T-Tony,” Peter stutters.

“Say it again,” Tony purrs. “You need to get your practice in now.”

Bucky kicks him under the table. “You’re going to give him an aneurysm. Sorry Pete—Tony is a bit of a horn dog. He’s what the kids call thirsty.”

Peter laughs, hiding his smile behind his hand. “Yeah, I could have guessed. Is he like this with everybody?”

Tony goes to open his mouth, but is stopped by the increased pressure on the arch of his foot by Bucky’s boot under the table. When he glances over, Bucky looks earnest, serious. He puts a scarred hand over his heart. “No sir. Swear on my service tags. You’ve got us all smitten.”

Peter melts. He bites his lip, casting Tony a shy but warm glance. “I—you guys are so nice. I better get back to—yeah—”

They both watch Peter’s ass as he walks away.

“You smooth motherfucker. I need to start taking a page out of your book,” Tony mutters. He rubs his ankle softly against Bucky’s. It’s the most affection they’re willing to give each other out on the floor. Affection is weakness here, and as the guy who runs the floor, Tony knows he has a big target on his chest. He’d rather not make it any bigger. For him, or for Bucky.

It’s nearing ten PM. Lights go out at 9:30, and while not everyone is asleep, the raucous gatherings are contained to individual cells.

Like Tony’s. He is biting his knuckles, panting as Bucky sucks him off. They’ve spent the last hour cuddling in the bunk, running their hands over each other, muttering dirty things between them. He’s been hard for the better part of that hour, and it’s only now that Bucky has shown mercy on him, tugging him up to sit on the edge of the bunk, knees spread wide. He rucks up Tony’s wifebeater over his abs and chest to rub a thumb at one of his nipples, causing his cock to jump.

“Let’s give a show, baby, huh?” Bucky whispers before swallowing him down. Tony jolts, barely managing to cut off the groan that builds up in his throat.

Bucky gives head with enthusiasm and without shame, probably because he looks so fucking hot without his inhibitions, and he knows it. Eyes closed like Tony’s cock is the tastiest thing he’s ever had in his mouth, Bucky drools and chokes himself, sometimes pressing Tony’s cock up so that he can mouth at the older man’s balls, taking them into his mouth one at a time.

Tony holds off his orgasm for as long as he can. He loves this, loves how aroused Bucky gets from sucking cock, whining around it, one hand reaching between his own legs to jerk himself off.

Then comes the light. It blinds Tony whose eyes are accustomed to the darkness. He gasps, jerking backwards in horror at being caught, but Bucky’s hands grab his hips and wrench him forwards, taking him deeper.

There comes a gasp, high and effeminate.

Peter.

The flashlight fumbles and clicks off, but Tony doesn’t hear the footsteps move away. His eyes readjust to the darkness, and he sees Peter’s form standing in the doorway, one hand up to press against his mouth.

Bucky chokes himself, swallowing around the head of Tony’s cock, and something about being watched—being watched by Peter—has Tony gasping, fisting Bucky’s long hair and fucking into his throat as he cums. He barely manages to keep his eyes open through the pleasure, because now he can just make out the dim form of features on Peter’s face, eyes half-closed, and knuckles clutched between his teeth.

He likes what he sees.

“Jesus, baby,” Tony whispers, stroking Bucky’s hair. The man stands up, pants slung to his ankles, fisting his naked cock furiously. The low cots mean that when he cums with a groan, he stripes Tony’s chest with it, and he loves it, fucking loves marking and being marked by Bucky. “You wanted to give Peter a show, huh?”

The sound Peter makes is tortured. He turns and nearly sprints away, perfunctorily walking down the rest of the cells, glancing in to make sure no one is smoking or hoarding blankets or any other thing.

They sit side by side on the bunk, panting.

“All part of the plan, handsome,” Bucky mutters, pressing a tender kiss to Tony’s forehead.

“Petey came to my cell last night,” Toomes says the next day. The guard on duty is in Tony’s palm, so Tony smokes unabashedly and without fear of repercussions, flicking his ash in a neat pile next to him, because littering isn’t cool.

He isn’t sure what his facial expression says, but he hopes its as stony and unbelieving as he feels. “Good for you, Toomes. Did you finally get that suck job you wanted?”

The other man scoffs, waving away Tony’s accusations. “He’s too skittish for that. But he saw me reading. Frankenstein. Did you know he’s a big reader, Tony?”

Tony didn’t know. He tries not to let it show how rankled it makes him, that there is any part of Peter that this vulture has picked off before Tony or Bucky.

“Maybe you can start a book club,” Tony suggests.

Beside him, Rhodey snorts into his cards.

“He’s full of shit, Tony. You know that,” Bucky soothes. He’s sitting on Tony’s cot, freshly showered, watching Tony pace, cigarette clutched between his lips. The younger man is getting a tan from his time spent out in the sun picking up trash. For a fair skinned, fair eyed man, he tans surprisingly well. Tony certainly appreciates the aesthetic.

“He’s not. Not about this, at least,” Tony mutters. “Peter waved to him tonight at dinner when you were getting your tray. I didn’t think it was possible for anyone to look at Toomes with a pleasant expression. I can’t unsee it.”

“You poor thing,” Bucky says, sounding not at all sympathetic. “Look, the kid’s worked here for three days. This is his fourth fucking shift. Seduction takes time. You always do this—if something you want doesn’t fall into your lap right away, you get mopey. Where’s the Tony you always talk about, the one who had patience, who worked hard to reap rewards?”

“Worked real hard to reap my dad’s money, you’ve got that right,” Tony mutters. “You suck at pep talks, snowflake.”

Bucky rolls his eyes. “Then how about I just console you?”

Tony takes the cigarette from his mouth and points it at him. “Now you’re talking.”

It’s nearing two in the morning. Peter has been by a handful of times, face red when he glances into their cell. Bucky and Tony jerked each other off hours ago—shame he missed it—and have spent the rest of the evening sitting on the cot talking. Bucky does push-ups. Tony admires the view.

“I’m out of smokes,” Bucky says. He means pot—Tony doesn’t partake, but on night when Bucky does, sleeps easier and wakes more rested. “I need more papers.”

“I got ‘em baby.”

“Thanks, Tony.”

Tony can get anything into prison. It’s about greasing the guards—and he makes sure to know which ones squeak and which ones don’t. Then he keeps them well, well lubricated. Whenever someone needs something (matches, drugs, porn, other contraband), Tony is the guy who gets it. But he’s not dumb enough to be the guy who keeps it. That’s on the straw men Tony keeps around the block. One houses the rolling papers. Another has the pot. There’s a cellphone in the cell beside Tony. And if there are shakedowns with guards Tony doesn’t have under his thumb, those men agree to take the fall, and Tony agrees to make it up to them.

It’s late and dark, most people actually asleep now. Tony feels his way down to the cells to the guy who’s housing the papers for joints. The guy snores to wake the dead, but Tony doesn’t care, letting himself in and going to the designated location.

It’s on his way back that he hears the noise.

Voices.

He’d ignore them—some guys will stay up all night talking—but one of those voices is too high.

It’s panicked, too.

Breathing heavier, he takes care to muffle his steps. He isn’t wearing shoes, and that makes him vulnerable in a fight, but he’s held his own in worse situations. The element of surprise will be instrumental in coming out on top—if he needs to. Keeping his breaths quiet, he follows the sounds to the showers, empty but still smelling damp and faintly of soap.

It’s definitely Peter’s voice.

There are windows here that let in the moonlight. Tony stands in the shadow of the doorway, watching and listening.

“Come on, Adrian, quit—”

“You come on, Petey. I’ll make it good for you. It’s got to be tough, being around all the men on the block, being flirted with all the time. Gets a kid hot and bothered I bet, huh? You’re a hot little thing. I saw the way you looked at me last night. I’m here for you, honey. You can use me—”

“I don’t want to. I could lose my job.”

“I’ll take it to the grave, Pete, I swear.”

Peter is pressed against the tiled wall between two showerheads. Adrian is pinning him there with his body, and the size difference is drastic. Peter is so fucking tiny and frail looking, eyes huge and frightened, hands clenching and unclenching even though he has a fucking weapon, come on Pete, pull your baton, your taser, your fucking gun—

Adrian’s hand drifts from where it’s caressing Peter’s jaw. It presses against his chest, fingering the buttons down Peter’s dress blues, and then palms the young man’s cock.

Tony sees red. He wishes he had the shiv he keeps hidden on the floor, but there’s no time to search for it in the dark, and he can make do without it anyway. Get Adrian down and then pull Peter’s baton, beat Toomes again and again and again until the man eats his meals through a straw or not at all.

“I said no, Toomes.” Peter grabs the man’s wrist and twists it expertly. With a strength Tony didn’t know could be contained in such a tiny form, he switches their positions to press Toomes’s face into the wall, grinding it against the tiles. The man struggles but Peter is holding strong, lithe little muscles bulging as he kicks the man’s legs apart so he can’t get proper leverage to push him away. Then he grabs his cuffs, and in a heartbeat, the larger man is subdued. “I tried to be nice, didn’t I? No means no, asshole.”

He wrenches Toomes away from the wall and they both turn to see Tony standing there. They all look at each other, mouths open. Then Tony lifts his hands and brings them together softly, a standing ovation.

“I’m not going to lie,” he says breathlessly. “I’m a little hard right now.”

Peter scowls. “Not now, Tony. Go press the button to let the other guards know I need help.”

“No can do, sweet thing. But it looks like you’ve got it covered for yourself.”

Peter does, frog marching Toomes across the floor and out of the Block. Tony watches it all with an incredulous expression. And a chub. Even after they’re gone, he stands on the quiet, dark floor, pondering what he’s seen. When Bucky puts a hand on his shoulder, Tony nearly jumps out of his own skin.

“What happened?” he asks. “Was that Peter I heard?”

“Oh Buck. You won’t believe this yarn I’m going to spin you.”

Toomes doesn’t return to the block. More than likely, he is shifted to another block with more violent offenders. They tend to group inmates based on the charges against them and their charge history. Tony wonders what exactly he’ll be charged with now. Attempted assault of a police officer? It sounds delicious. Whatever the punishment, it will be too good for him.

Bucky is torn up. Coming home from war has left him sensitive to certain aggressions, and he often feels things too keenly. Takes things too personally. “No means no,” he says, voice thick, faced press into Tony’s neck as he holds him. “Why don’t people listen? No means no.”

“We know that. They know that too. They just don’t care, baby. We’ll see Pete tomorrow and find out how he’s doing.”

Bucky lifts his head. His eyes are cloudy and distant “Tell me again how he roughed up Toomes.”

“With pleasure,” Tony purrs. “He’s so goddamn petite, but his hiding some serious muscles under that uniform. God, it had me worked up, the way he knocked Toomes’s legs apart. The snap of the cuffs. When we get out of here, snowflake, we need to invest in a pair of those.”

Bucky snorts, but he looks pleased.

Part of Tony worried that Peter wouldn’t come in for his shift. He wouldn’t blame the kid; he’d almost been assaulted on the job. The guards had it tough. If it wasn’t sexual harassment, it was physical intimidation—the latter of which Tony himself had been guilty of. But he shouldn’t have underestimated their boy.

“Good evening, gentlemen,” Peter says shyly. He’s got his hands on his narrow hips, but Tony knows that those fingers are long enough to wrap all the way around a man’s wrist, wrenching it back.

“How are you?” Bucky asks when Peter comes by.

Peter smiles, soft and gentle. “I’m okay, Bucky. How are you?”

“Better, now that I’ve seen your handsome face.”

Peter blushes, so susceptible to Bucky’s lines. Then he turns his eyes to Tony, and they grow colder. He barely nods recognition before strutting away. Tony can’t even appreciate the way the tight pants hug his ass, because he’s too busy with his mouth agape, jerking a thumb at the boy’s back and asking Bucky, “What did I do?”

That night they are waiting up for Peter the first time he makes his rounds. They decide to sit on the floor so as to be as non-threatening as possible (Peter went through a fucking ordeal yesterday, and they aren’t looking to add to his stress), Tony with his back against the edge of the cot and Bucky propped up against the wall, one foot flat on the floor and the other tickling Tony’s thighs. Yes, the bunks are that small.

As soon as Peter’s light shines in, Bucky calls for him gently.

Carefully, he steps into the room, shining the light towards the ceiling to cast a glow over all of them. His face is somber, but he smiles.

“Hey Bucky. What do you need?”

Bucky doesn’t beat around the bush. “We want to know if you’re really okay. Tony told me about Toomes. That guy’s a fucking piece of work. Hope some guys up on B Block crack his skull in—won’t be no skin off society’s nose.”

Peter shakes his head. “That’s not a good way to talk. That’s not justice. I’m doing fine—Toomes wasn’t hard to subdue.”

“You handled him like a pro,” Tony adds.

Peter’s look frosts over. “Like a police officer, yes. No thanks to you.”

Tony groans. “Is that why you’re mad at me? Because I wouldn’t go press the button for you, baby?”

“Don’t call me that. And yes. I thought we were—” Peter doesn’t finish. He blushes, obviously knowing how silly that sentence sounds: a CO being friends with an inmate. But it cuts Tony all the same, and Bucky’s look across the room is murderous.

“You didn’t try to get help? What the fuck, Tony.” His foot lashes out and catches Tony in the shin, and fuck that stings!

“I’m not a snitch,” Tony snaps.

“Look, I’ll leave you both to this—”

“I was going to handle it if Peter couldn’t—I was going to kill that son of a bitch. That’s how things work in here, you know that Bucky. This isn’t the military. There’s no honor or morals. There’s just rules, and the number one rule is no snitching. If there’s a problem, we handle it this way.”

Peter swallows. “Tony—you can’t just say that. I can’t—I’ve got to tell somebody that you said that, I think.”

“This place doesn’t have honor, but we do,” Bucky growls. “Or at least, I thought you did.”

“You know I’d have killed for him,” Tony says through his teeth. “Just like how I’d kill for you—”

“Would you fucking stop it?” Peter hisses. It’s like a bucket of cold water dumped over them to hear him curse. His grip has gone white on his flashlight he’s so tense, lips pressed into a thin, furious line. “Why are you two doing this? Is it—is this just to, to fuck with me? I don’t get it, I—”

All the anger seeps out of him. He looks lost, tortured. Both of the angry men in front of him soften. What is it about this boy that melts them like wax under flame? Bucky shuffles up onto his knees, looking with his long hair like some knight from an old medieval story, begging for forgiveness of his fair lady.

“Pete, we didn’t mean to come on so strong. Please—will you sit for a bit?”

Peter glances back at the floor. It is dark and mostly quiet, some laughter coming from a cell further down the line. “I shouldn’t,” he says. “I need to do my job.”

“We won’t keep you here, if you want to leave. We aren’t like Toomes. But if you’re willing, we’d like to talk. Work this out.”

Looking torn, Peter sits. Tony and Bucky flank him, but the boy doesn’t look threatened in the slightest, just hunches himself over to rest his elbows on his knees. “Okay. Go ahead and talk,” he says.

“Bucky and I are together.”

Peter snorts. “I got that when I saw him sucking you off.”

Tony blinks. “Oh. Well that happens in here every now and again—some men will do anything in here for company, even if they don’t really swing that way on the outside. But Bucky and I—we’re pretty in love.”

“Yeah,” says Bucky. “He’s dumb. But I love him.”

Peter laughs a little. “Okay. Yeah. So you two are together.”

“We’re polyamorous,” Tony admits. “That means we have a lot of love to give and aren’t unopposed to giving it to multiple people at once. Bucky here, he’s got a boyfriend down the line, Steve—you know Steve?”

“I know Mr. Rogers. He seems nice.”

“He’s real nice,” Bucky smirks. “Our point here is that up until now, we’ve had passing flings with other people, but we’ve never shared anyone. We’ve never wanted to share anyone—until you. And now it’s like our stupidity has squared itself, because we both are falling over ourselves to try to attract you.”

He’s glad he’s letting Bucky take the lead. Tony might have a way with words, but Bucky absolutely has tact and softness that Tony can’t muster up in his wildest dreams. Peter is sitting between them looking red-faced but thoughtful. “So, what? You guys both want to date me?”

“We can’t exactly set up a table with a cloth and wine and dine you, princess,” Tony says. He tries to stay soft and honest, because his mother always used to say that honesty is the best policy. Peter looks like the kind of kid who would appreciate that. “As unfortunate as that is. I’ve got five months left on my sentence, and Bucky has almost double that. And as—what is it Bucky? Thirsty?—as thirsty as we both are, we understand that you wouldn’t want to put your job in jeopardy.”

Peter looks relieved by their admission. “I don’t really know how I feel, to be honest. You’re both—wow, you’re both really hot. Duh. But I don’t know you. Maybe I could get to know you? A little at a time? And once you’re out Tony, if I’m not seeing anyone, we could go out? There’s…” Peter swallows. “There’s definitely chemistry here.”

“Yeah, kid, I feel that,” Tony says.

“We don’t want to pressure you,” Bucky emphasizes, shooting Tony a look overhead that says keep it in your pants. They’ve been seeing each other in here long enough to have reached the telepathic portion of their relationship, thanks. “You’re already promising more than we could have hoped for. And we really appreciate you sitting down and talking things out with us. That’s never easy, doll.”

The younger man blushes prettily, shrugging. He stands. “I really should get back to work.”

“Okay, kid. Whatever you need to do,” Tony agrees. He shifts, hard in his sweatpants, the proximity to his lover and his maybe, possibly, someday lover has sweat beading at the nape of his neck and his imagination running wild. Peter’s eyes track his movements and then fall to his lap.

He licks his lips.

Honest to god.

“I—wait for me. Just—” Peter disappears, flashlight bobbing as he continues down the line. They can hear him popping his head in to a cell further down and telling the guys to please be respectful of the other inmates, thanks!

“Buck,” Tony groans. They smash together with no finesse, both of them stressed and horny from their confrontation with Peter. They taste like mint toothpaste they used before lights out, and Tony licks into the younger man’s mouth unabashedly, sucking on his tongue, licking at his teeth. “God, I need you,” he whispers.

“Take me,” Bucky urges. “Come on, baby. Take me.”

They shed clothes like they’re on fire. Tony folds Bucky’s legs up—for a large guy, he’s surprisingly nimble—and lowers his mouth to Bucky’s ass, licking a hot stripe over his hole and to his balls. He hears the hiss above him, the groan muffled by a fist in his mouth. Not for the first time, Tony hates prison. He hates that they have to be quiet, that they can’t let themselves go and love each other properly, just hushed romps like this in the middle of the night.

“What do you think he meant?” Bucky pants, fingers clenching on Tony’s hair. “Wait for me?”

There is a whispered groan from the doorway. They both turn to see Peter there, leaning against the bars, eyes heavy. “I meant wait, but I get it. God, I get it. You’re both so, wow, god.”

“He’s eloquent,” Tony says. They shift on instinct, turning so as to give Peter a better view. He turns off his flashlight and it takes time for their eyes to adjust to the darkness. Peter stands with his back to the wall, hands clasped behind his back like he’s in handcuffs.

“I can’t—I can’t do anything,” Peter pants. “But I could watch. If you wanted me to.”

“Do you want to?” Bucky asks.

“God yes,” Peter breaths, voice high. One hand palms at his crotch. His uniform has him blending in to the darkness, but they can guess what he’s doing, and fuck that turns Tony on, like there’s fire in his blood. He goes back to eating Bucky’s ass, pressing a thumb against the rim to hold him open so he can slip his tongue inside.

“Jesus, Tony,” Bucky says. “Fuck me. Just fuck me, come on.”

Tony is in full agreement. It’s too much; they’re all too worked up. The sounds from Bucky, the sounds from Peter, the taste of his lover in his mouth—his cock feels fit to burst as he pulls it from his sweats. He doesn’t dare pump it for fear of blowing his load right away. God this isn’t going to be the best performance to share with their new love, but he hopes that Peter can forgive him if he comes off as a three-pump-chump.

He presses in slow. Bucky is still soft and pliant from their fucking the night before, and there’s no discomfort on his lover’s face even when he bottoms out. Bucky’s legs wrap around him and he urges Tony forward with his heels and voice: “Come on, baby. Fuck me. Give it to me. Put on a show.”

Tony knows just how Bucky likes it. There’s no holding back, just the brutal thrusting of his hips that has Bucky giving off choked noises, one hand pressed firmly over his mouth and the other scrabbling at the sheet on the cot. It only takes a moment for Tony to glance over and see Peter, hand flashing in the darkness as he jerks his own cock through his dress blues, and Tony is mounting the crest, balls contracting, stomach tensing.

Bucky blows first, untouched. Tony barely gets a fist around him when he realizes what’s happening, pumping furiously to help his lover through it. Then he is there himself, grip maybe too tight around Bucky’s cock, hips snapping desperately while he blows his load. It feels like it lasts forever. Was over so, so quick.

Even when they’re done, panting, sandwiched together, they hear Peter: breathy little whines from across the room. He stops jerking himself off when they stop lazily and lovingly grinding their hips together, but it’s obvious by the unconscious swaying of his hips that he didn’t cum.

“Take care of him,” Bucky mutters, pressing a kiss to Tony’s sweaty temple. “Get on your knees for him.”

“Yes,” Tony gasps. His cock slips free of Bucky, still tingling pleasantly. He walks on his knees the few feet it takes to be at Peter’s feet, staring up at his tortured expression.

“I can’t,” Peter gasps. “I can’t do anything. That’d be wrong—”

“Then don’t do anything, Officer,” Tony purrs. He reaches a hand up and rubs at Peter’s cock. The kid keens softly, thrusting his hips out even as he grips uselessly at the wall. He’s desperate for relief, desperate to get away. Tony bats his eyes, though no one can see in the dark. “Let me do the work, sir. Please?”

Peter swallows hard. He nods frantically, and that’s all Tony needs to undo Peter’s belt, wrench down his dress slacks and boxers. He doesn’t even get a good look at the kid’s cock, just swallows him down. It’s a nice mouthful, and he has to work to get the last inch or so, taking the head just into his throat. “I’m—I don’t want to hurt you,” Peter gasps.

Tony swallows.

Peter cums. Tony barely manages to pull back, desperate to taste him on his tongue. One hand comes up to work at Peter’s twitching cock, the other cradling his balls to help prolong his pleasure. The kid sounds like he’s never cum before in his life, hands gripping at the concrete wall, giving tiny aborted thrusts, mouth open and panting.

“Thank you, Officer,” Tony says, voice a little distorted from deep-throating. Peter slumps down the wall, knees shaking, until they’re kneeling across from each other. Tony can’t help it, he laughs a little. “You didn’t need to be worried about hurting me, baby. That wasn’t my first blowjob.”

It’s Peter’s turn to chuckle. “I did have good reason to be worried.” He cuts himself off, like there was more he was going to say, but stopped himself.

“What is it, doll?” Bucky asks. He’s lounging on the bed, watching them with lazy, sated eyes. He’s so fucking handsome, Tony crawls across the floor to kiss him and press the last of Peter’s cum into his mouth. The other man moans appreciatively.

“It’s kind of a crazy story,” Peter admits.

“We know a thing or two about crazy,” Tony says. “Try us.”

Peter’s clenches his hands together tightly. “It’s weird, actually. It has to do with a spider.”

Bucky and Tony share a glance, equal parts confused and amused. Tony settles in, leaning his head to rest on the cot beside Bucky. “Go on then,” he says. “We’re listening.”

Tag list: @crown-filth

#winterironspider #starker #winteriron #prison #drugs #violence #cagewrites

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doubledeaky · 5 years

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im back to sending you a million requests because those last two were SO FUCKING GOOD (from @deakyfordays) ok so can i get a gwil fic where hes like 'oh u can draw, let me see ur stuff' and basically u draw some like ~nude~ things that are classy but also gets him horny af and hes like oh shit let's fuck???

sorry this took me like a week, but ok I’m an artist and this made me super happy, thank you for supplying me with that good stuff @deakyfordays

okay so you and Gwil are supposed to be hanging out at your apartment, a Friday night tradition between you two, but Gwil knocked out half way through the movie you were both watching and instead of waking him up from a nap you knew he needed you decided to retire to the comfy chair by the window and work on a few of your incomplete sketches

Gwil was aware of your knack for art but wasn’t exactly informed to the extent at which you drew. Most of your pieces were anatomy studies and the occasional full blown piece, a nude model/figure at its center. The human body happened to be your muse and there was no shame in that. Gwil had never seen your art, and you had no intentions of showing him said art.

You were idly working on a self portrait, a very nude self portrait, when Gwil began to stir and grumble from your couch. You grinned, but continued to drag your red drafting pencil across the sketchbook in your hands. You were so entranced in the motion of your hand that you didn’t notice Gwil get up and settle himself behind you until he spoke.

“That’s really good.” He mumbled, his voice thick and raspy with sleep.

“Shit!” You squealed, your entire body jumping a few inches from the comfy day chair. You instinctively shut your sketchbook and tossed it to the side, your cheeks burning in embarrassment. Gwil raised a questioning brow and reached for your sketchbook.

“Can I see?” He said, reaching his long arm over you to grab at it but was stopped when you snatched it out of his grasp.

“Um, no.” You mumbled, his face fell and guilt wretched in your gut. “Sorry, I don’t really show people my stuff.” He seemed dumbfounded and his light laugh surprised you.

“C’mon, Y/N. I wanna see. I promise I’ll be nice.” He pleaded, widening his bright blue eyes to seal the deal. You playfully rolled your eyes, the grip on your sketchbook tightening before you relaxed your muscles.

“Fine, but I get to flip the pages.” You warned, pointing a stern finger in his direction. He held his hands up in defeat before joining you on the couch, planting himself just centimeters away from your side. Your breath hitched momentarily before you cleared your throat and hesitantly opened the leather-bound book.

“This is an anatomy study I did a few months ago.” You explained, tracing your finger over the sloped lines of the drawn figure. His eyes were concentrated, scanning precisely over each line and area of shading. They also held another emotion, seemingly one of admiration and it made your heart flutter.

You turned the page, the drawing a portrait of your good friend. His eyes widened, “Wow, this one is incredible.” He mumbled, thumbing the end of the page to draw it closer, careful not to bend or tear the image. Your grin widened and the pace of your already frantic heart quickened.

“Thank you.” You smiled, absentmindedly flipping the page to an image you weren’t intending to show him, the nude portrait of yourself that you had been working on just minutes before.

“Oh, shit.” You mumbled, flipping over a few pages and hoping he hadn’t noticed. But, he did.

“Woah, woah, wait. What was that one?” He asked, trying to flip back to the drawing. He looked at you with raised brows and your face somehow grew exponentially warmer.

“It was nothing. It was the one I was working on earlier. “ You explained, trying to keep your voice calm and level. He smirked, gripping the end of the sketchbook in his hand. Your throat grew dry and you struggled to swallow the growing lump there.

“Can I see?” He crooned, obnoxiously batting his long lashes as he did. You pursed your lips and considered the idea for a moment. The drawing was essentially one of your nudes and you’d be showing this nude to your best friend. You concluded there would be no harm in it, as long as you didn’t tell him who the figure was. You reluctantly flipped back to the designated page and held it out to him. He took the book in his hands and studied the figure with squinted eyes. Your stomach churned and the pressure in your chest tightened as he continued to scan the drawing.

“Who is this?” He suddenly said and you tensed, your heart stopping in your chest. The figure was unfinished and had no face yet, so only you truly knew who it was. You twiddled your thumbs and tried to not fumble over your next sentence.

“Um, no one in particular.” You mumbled, not meeting his eyes.

“Oh, please. The detail is incredible. You’re telling me this is all from memory?” He questioned, arching his brow and sending a sly smirk your way. You shifted uncomfortably, picking at the sleeves of your sweater and still not meeting his gaze.

“Um, yeah.”

“Y/N..”

“Fine, fine. If you must know. It’s a self portrait.”

“A…self portrait? This is you?” He seemed stunned, and his tone made it hard to determine if he surprised or disgusted.

“Yeah, it is. Is there a problem?” You asked, tone growing defensive and hands just seconds from snatching the sketchbook from his hands and vowing to never draw around the man again.

“No, no. There’s no problem. It’s just…”

“What?” You were growing impossibly nervous, your gut clenching uncomfortably.

“It’s really beautiful. I’m… almost speechless.” He laughed, his speech airy and hushed. Your eyes widened slightly and for a fleeting moment, you saw him shift slightly in his seat.

“R-really?” You mentally chastised yourself for making a complete fool of yourself if front of the man you had a huge crush on. The man who was essentially studying a nude photo of yourself in front of you.

“Yeah, I mean. Wow, it’s incredible. Beautiful and talented.” He mumbled, handing you the book and immediately placing a throw pillow in his lap when you grabbed it from him. You were stunned, did he just compliment you or the drawing?

“Well, thank you. It means a lot.” You stuttered, giving him an appreciative grin. He nodded, watching your form intently as you put away your sketchbook and rejoined him on the couch.

“Bet it’s even more beautiful in person.” He mumbled, probably intending for the words to go unheard but you caught them, every word. He noticed this, the way your body froze as you reached for the remote indicative of that. His heart dropped and he had to restrain himself from running through your window.

“Sorry, that was..”

“Do you mean that?”

His blue eyes widened, your reaction completely unexpected. You looked up at him expectantly and the way you eyed him sent he to his lower stomach. A sudden confidence bloomed in his chest and he shifted to face you fully.

“Every word.” He whispered, bringing a hand up to cup your heated face. Your breath hitched and despite yourself, you leaned into his touch.

“You are art.” He was so close, you felt the words fan over your lips and your eyes fluttered shut in anticipation. He softly pressed his lips to your and a relived sigh escaped your nostrils. You immediately melted into his touch, bringing your hands up to card through his soft brown hair. He whimpered against your lips, his own hands now gripping your hips tightly. He pulled away, his breaths coming out in heavy pants.

“I’ve wanted you for so long. I’ve wanted to kiss you for so long. Wanted to see that beautiful body.” He breathed, pulling your body closer, nearly into his open lap.

“Nothing’s stopping you.” You breathed out, taking it upon yourself to climb into his lap and lace your arms behind his head. He gives you a somewhat shy but appreciative grin, and reattaches his lips to yours. He tastes exactly how you’d imagined he would. Sweet, minty from that gum he always chews, and a flavor that’s unidentifiable but him nevertheless.

His hands are leaving a fire in their wake. Everywhere he touches set ablaze and you whimper into the heated kiss. His fingers dip below the hem of your sweater and you wordlessly pull it over your head. Gwil’s blue eyes darken and his hand immediately begin working the clasp of your bra, eyes never leaving yours.

You let him take it off, you’d let him do anything at this point. He eyes you hungrily, bringing his lips to mouth at your chest softly, the touch pulling soft whimpers and moans from your lips.

“Even better than the drawing.” He says, words muffled against your skin and you laugh lightly. His lips then surround your left nipple, nipping at it gently and you have to bite down on your lip to cage desperate moans. The pressure in your lower tummy is unbearable now and your body involuntarily brushes against his clothes lap. His actions falters and he lets out a heavy, pained sigh.

“Fuck, do that again.” He commands before continuing his assault on the delicate skin of your chest and breasts. You anchor your hands on his shoulders for leverage and begin to softly grind your hips against his lap, his cock hardening underneath you. Your head falls into his shoulder, the friction he’s providing satisfying the ache you’ve suffered with since the day you’d met him. He can hear your soft whimpers and moans right next to his ear and he shifts his hips uncomfortably with each sound, his jeans now unbearably tight. He sits back for a second and removes his shirt, and you gaze at him appreciatively for a moment before he brings his lips to yours.

“Can I take these off, love?” He breathes, his prying fingers referring to your shorts. You nod wordlessly, and lift your hips to make the job easier for him. He removes both your shorts and underwear in one motion and you nearly faint when your pussy makes direct contact with his Jean clad lap. His hand settles on your hips and he gestured for you to continue your motions, his grip guiding you against him. You breathing is heavy, coming out in pants, whimpers, and the occasional moan of his name. He’s loving every moment, watching your shaking form behind hooded eyes. The way you draw your lip between your teeth occasionally, how your eyes close every time he presses your body harder against him.

“Fuck, Gwil.” You whine, feeling the tightness in your belly grow. You stop suddenly and bring your hand to his zipper, desperately fumbling with it. He laughs and removes his jeans without issue, giving you a soft peck before drawing you closer, breasts flush against his strong chest.

“You look so pretty like this.” He whispers, brushing fallen hair from your face. You smile, bringing your lips to his in a searing kiss. You toy with the waistband of his boxers, silently begging him to remove them. He complies, sliding them off of his long lower half slowly. Now, nothing seperates you and him and it’s almost overwhelming.

“Do you have a condom?” You whimper, his lips working at the skin on your neck. He nods, leaning over to fish one out of his wallet and immediately returning to you. You grab it from him, quickly removing it and sliding it over his length.

“Eager, aren’t we?” He teases and you narrow your eyes, playfully sticking your tongue out as you settle above him. He grips the base of his cock and run the head through your folds, both of you breathing out heavy moans at the sensation. He catches your gaze and you smile lazily, pressing your lips to his as he slips in. You moan against his mouth as he buries himself to the hilt within you, groaning loudly as he bottoms out.

“Fuck, you’re tight.” He groans, his head lolling back onto the arm of the couch. You're too overwhelmed to speak, only lucid enough to grip his strong shoulders and moan.

“Can I move, love?” He asks after a moment and you nod, eyes still shut tight.

He thrusts up into you and you fall limp into his chest as he settles on a steady pace, the head of his cock brushing against that certain spot and bringing you close to your edge faster than you had anticipated.

“Feels so good, Gwil.” You gasp, clinging onto him, his own hands gripping your hips and ass tightly.

“You feel so amazing, sweetheart. So tight for me.” He groans, his thrusts picking up speed. You cry out, burying your head into his neck, the stubble scratching your cheek.

“Im close, Gwil.” You whimper, walls clenching around him almost involuntarily. His grip on your hips tightens.

“Yeah, gonna cum? Cum for me, angel.” He growls, thrusting up into you with an almost brutal strength. Your orgasm suddenly rips through you, the sensation sending shockwaves throughout your entire body. Your walls clench around him violently and the way his thrusts falter indicate he’s right behind.

Fuck, sweetheart. Gonna make me cum.” He groans before stilling inside of your and releasing into the condom with a broken moan. Your mouth falls open but no sound escapes, and your body falls limply into his strong chest, the aftershocks of your orgasm still rocking you. Gwil holds you, his hands running softly up and down your back, his lips pressing soft kisses onto your temple.

“Did so well for me, sweetheart.” He praises, smoothing down your hair, pressing kisses to your sweaty forehead. Your eyes are hooded and lazy but you manage to give him a sweet smile.

“There’s my girl.” He coos, giving you a smilier smile. He then gingerly lifts your hips and pulls out, quickly tying off and discarding the condom after. He returns to you, pulling you against his chest, his hands resting comfortably against the small of your back.

“My girl.” He whispers into your hair. You hear him, but it's distant, sleep washing over you quickly. He watches as you drift off peacefully, smiling widely because he knows he’s got the most beautiful work of art in the known world.

this isn't great and it didn't really proofread it, but Im happy I finished it. now back to homework -macy:)

#gwilym lee #gwilym lee x reader #gwilym lee x you #gwilym x reader #bohemian rhapsody #bohemian rhapsody smut #borhap #borhap smut #queen #queen smut #gwilym lee smut #smut #request #blurb #doubledeakywrites

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marvelhero-fics · 5 years

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A Very Happy Birthday

Pairing: Steve Rogers x Reader

Request: @fabolous-stark hii can i please request an imagine where steve/bucky (pick one its up to you) pleases a reader bc its her birthday or maybe vice versa haha tysm love your work 💓💕💕(and also dont forget the bdsm stuff please or maybe some denial lmaoo im sorry for my dirty mind) but either way thanks ❤️ hope u get what i mean💕💕

Summary: Steve takes you home after your birthday party and gives you the best present ever

A/N: Firstly thank you for the request, I loveeeeeed it. I decided to pick Steve because I’ve been having huge Steve feels lately. I hope it’s alright??? It’s also very smutty so watch out. Hope this is kinda what you wanted! xx (Sorry it took a while! I’ve been working on heaps of requests!)

Word Count: 3,031 (oops)

Warning: smut, oral (female receiving), fingering, sex, unprotected sex, light bondage, orgasm denial (kinda), heavy smut, like very smutty, definitely R18

“Yea, I was honestly surprised he could drink that much too.” You grinned, your arm linked through Steve’s, your hand firmly holding his muscular forearm. The two of you strolled through the hallway of the Avengers compound en route to your apartment. You mindlessly laughed at his response about Sam’s alcholistic tendencies, too focussed on what you hoped would happen once you two finally reached your room.

Today was your birthday. It wasn’t something you’d really celebrated after your 21st, it just kind of became another day of the year. But once Tony had gotten word that it was your birthday, he’d immediately organised a massive, overly-extravagant party. Initially the guest list was about a mile long, but you’d managed to squeeze it down to around 80 people, which of course was pushing it for Tony’s minimum limit.

The handle of the door made a click as you turned it, slowly opening the door to reveal your apartment. Steve stood next to you, his hands shoved in his pockets with a comforting smile plastered to his face.

“Well, this is me.” You smiled back. “Thanks for walking with me.”

“Oh, don’t mention it.” He replied. The hall fell silent. You could feel your heart beating in your throat as the awkwardness arose between you. Fuck it. You stepped towards the staunch Captain in front of you, closing the gap that held your bodies apart. Your hands immediately rose to grab Steve’s face and pull it towards yours, your lips connecting in the middle. After a moment, Steve’s hands finally moved from his pockets to grab your hips, tugging your body even closer to him. Your soft lips moved effortlessly against his, your tongue taking no time to find its way to his, each dancingly passionately around the other. Wow, Steve was a good kisser. Eventually, each of you pulled back, shattering the moment.

“Uhm, would you like to come in?” You asked sheepishly, almost trying to avoid eye contact.

“Yea, I think that would be a good idea.” He replied, gulping slightly.

“Yea, definitely.” You returned, your swollen lips finding his again, re-connecting the passionate kiss you previously shared. Steve’s hands trailed from your hips down to your ass. He hoisted you up as if your body weight was nothing, your legs instinctively wrapping around his waist. Clumsily, he walked into your apartment, not really sure as to where he should be going.

“Kitchen.” You mumbled into his mouth, pointing in its general direction, neither of you wanting to break the heated make-out. You squeaked slightly when a shiver shot through your spine as your upper-thigh connected with the cool marble of the kitchen island. The kiss became sloppy as the both of you began shedding your clothes. First, he stripped off his jacket while you untied your heels, letting them drop to the floor. He slipped each shoe off while unzipping the back of your dress. Your mouths finally disconnected as he helped pull your dress from your figure. His fingers slipped under the straps of your dress and pulled them down your arms, exposing your lacy bra. You rested your arms behind you to prop your hips up while Steve fully removed the dress from your frame, discarding it to the side. Your hand reached up to grab Steve’s tie, tugging it lightly to pull his body back towards yours.

“Your turn.” You whispered seductively as you undid his tie, stripping it from his neck. Steve’s breath hitched in his throat slightly as he was frozen in his tracks. The two of you had wanted to do this for so long. After a second he regained his senses and began undoing the buttons of his shirt in a hurry. His soft lips returned to connect with yours, his mouth taking no time to force your mouth open, tongues battling each other for dominance. Your legs instinctively curled around Steve’s hips again, pulling his body even closer to you. His unbuttoned dress shirt hung off his shoulders, showing off his chiseled chest, while his length in his pants looked like it was about to rip his zipper open.

The passionate kiss came to a halt as he dragged wet kisses from your lips to your neck leaving dark love bites on your skin. His hands returned to your back to unhook your bra, letting it fall to the ground. Steve’s mouth moved to connect with your nipple, earning a groan from your delicate lips. His tongue traced circles around your sensitive nipple, causing your back to arch, pushing your chest towards him. You bit down on your lip to stifle the moans that threatened to spill. You didn't want him knowing how quickly he could turn you on.

His rough hands traced down your ribs to fold into each side of your underwear. He tugged slightly, signally for you to hold your body up so he was able to tantalisingly strip them from your legs, leaving your bare entrance open for his view. He pulled away from your nipple to gaze at your heat for a moment. His tongue trailed a wet lick across his bottom lip before he grasped his lip between his teeth with a delightful hum.

“Like what you see, Captain?” You enquired, a cheeky grin plastering itself on your face as you spread your legs further open for him. There was no reply, he simply lowered his body down so his head sat between your legs. His arms each snaked their way around your legs to rest by your hips. His tongue finally came in contact with your needy clit, earning a deep breath from your chest. Your eyes fluttered shut as he began lightly drawing circles with his wet tongue. Pleasure began arising just below your navel, causing a string of moans to roll off your lips. Suddenly, his hand shifted positions to sit on top of your lower abdomen, his fingers close to the top of your pussy. He pulled up against your skin, pulling the little hood off your clit, exposing the fragile bundle of nerves that sat beneath. He took no time to return his tongue to its previous position, although this time the sensation was so much deeper. The feeling of him directly against your sensitive bud sent arousal all through your body, almost making you orgasm on the spot.

“Steve... I’m gonna cum.” You whined.

“Not yet.” He mumbled, his tongue not stopping its cruel movement over your fragile clit. In that moment your whole body felt weightless. Your hands tangled in Steve’s short hair as your body convulsed under his touch, every muscle in your body tensed as you tried to hold your orgasm in. It was no use, Steve’s wet tongue traced over your exposed nerve once more and you completely caved in. Your first orgasm of the night ripped through your body intensely, moans dripping from your mouth like fresh honey while Steve’s tongue continued its harsh dance. You felt juices dripping from your core, your body twitching with arousal.

“Steve... wait...” You groaned, attempting to force his head from your pussy. But to no avail, his tongue kept up its act, trying to force a second orgasm from your body.

“Please, Steve... oh fuck!” Your legs instinctively tried to close to push his head away from you as pleasure built up in the pit of your stomach once again. A tight knot forming as it did before. His hand held your body in place as he ripped another mind-blowing orgasm from your entrance. Your moans were louder than before, juices running down your inner-thighs as the knot inside you completely unraveled. Colour clouded your vision as your body trembled, not used to the extreme pleasure.

Suddenly, Steve’s head was removed from your over-stimulated clit. He positioned himself between your legs, his head inches away from yours. Without warning, he pushed his long index finger into your tight, wet core. Your heart beating so fast you thought you might break a rib.

“Steve!” You flinched, your hand moving to grab his wrist.

“I don't remember giving you permission to cum.” Steve growled into your ear, sending chills down your arched spine. His finger removed itself from your heat with a slight frustrated groan falling from your mouth. His hands moved to grab your hips, pulling you off the kitchen table and twisting your body around. He forced you down so your chest lay against the marble, the icy sensation making your nipples hard almost immediately. You’d never admit to him, but you loved the way he man-handled you.

“When you cum without permission, you get punished.” He added, his voice low and husk. Suddenly, each of your hands were pulled together behind your back. You felt Steve’s large hand holding both of your wrists together as he reached over to grab his tie. The fabric felt silky against your skin as he wrapped it a few times around both your wrists, tying it tightly at the top. Subconsciously, you wriggled your hands slightly, seeing if the tie would fall away, but not to your surprise, your hands were definitely stuck.

You were pulled away from your thoughts as you heard the rattling of his belt buckle, along with the sound of him pulling it from the loops of his dress pants. A thunderous sound announced itself in the room as he cracked the leather belt together, making your heart skip a beat. Steve grabbed the tie held around your wrists, moving your hands up out of the way.

“Fuck!” Your entire body jolted forward as the rough leather came down harshly on your bare cheek, leaving a burning sensation. Just when your body had taken it’s time to relax, the belt came down a second time, the heat of the spank rippling through your muscles.

“That’s two spanks for cumming twice without asking.” His husky voice stated as his hand ran over the red belt mark lightly.

“Yes Captain,” You gulped, not wanting him to see how outrageously turned on you were by this whole act. I guess it wasn't new news to you that Steve was a control freak. He was the leader of the team and was always in charge, but you never expected him to be this controlling. To want his way this much. But you certainly weren't complaining.

You were pulled from your thoughts as you heard Steve undressing behind you. Your head turned to take a quick glance at him, he’d shed his dress shirt and black pants into a puddle on the ground. You held your gaze as he finally stripped his underwear from his figure. His long member jumped out immediately, he was already rock hard. Steve’s warm hand returned to your ass cheek, tracing over the belt mark that clearly hadn't faded. His finger traced down to play with the folds of your pussy, making you groan slightly in frustration.

“Please fuck me, Steve,” You whined, your hands straining against the tie that bound your wrists together in an effort to reach out and grab his member. Steve grinned. His index and middle finger finally sunk into your core. He pushed them in and out while slowly jerking himself off. The volume of your moans increased as the movement of his fingers quickened. You forced your head down into the marble kitchen bench as that all too familiar feeling began arising in your abdomen once again. Your muscles clenched up as your next orgasm began building rapidly.

“Steve, you're gonna make me cum again.” You whimpered, your eyes squeezing shut and your breath quickening.

The tight sensation was ripped from your body as Steve pulled his fingers out of your core, earning another frustrated groan.

“Did you cum?” Steve growled. You simply shook your head in response as you tried to fix your breathing.

“Good girl.” He responded, his large hands grabbed your waist as he lined his hips up with yours. He suddenly lined his length up with your dripping heat and began sinking himself inside of you. A huge moan dripped from your mouth as he began filling you up. Steve couldn't stifle the moan that fell from his mouth too as he felt your dripping pussy clenching around him. Both of his hands returned to your hips and he started slowly thrusting in and out of you.

“Oh fuck Steve, it’s so big.” You mewled, his length hitting a deep spot inside you that caused your legs to tremble. You were lucky Steve and the counter were holding you up as your knees became weak as another orgasm built inside you. Strings of moans and Steve’s name fell from your lips as your muscles began tingling, your eyelids refusing to stay open.

“Steve, can- can I cum?” You whimpered, your breathing was all over the place as your nervously tensed everywhere to try hold your orgasm that threatened to tear through you.

“Not yet.” He growled back. Curses piled out of your mouth as you tried to hold it back. Your eyes rolled back into your head and the pit of you gutted tightened so hard you thought you might pass out.

“P-please Captain.” You couldn't even hold your head up straight. Steve grabbed pushed your hips harshly into the kitchen bench to hold your body still as he began pounding even harder.

“Cum.” Was all he said. You immediately let go. Every fibre of every muscle in your body felt like it was melting with pleasure. The only thing keeping you from falling to the ground was the kitchen bench and Steve’s muscular arms as his grip on your hips never loosened. This orgasm was the biggest you'd had all night. You squeezed your eyes shut and practically began drooling as Steve kept you at your high. His long member hitting a nerve deep in your core every time he pounded into you. Your ears were flooded with the sounds of moans and skin slapping skin. You couldn't even think, all you could do was scream Steve’s name as you came all over his huge cock. The pleasure built to a point you felt like you couldn't even gasp for air, you tried to push your hands back against him to stop his pace, but the tie was too tight. Steve had complete and utter control over you.

Finally his pace slowed and he pulled himself out of you, he still clearly hadn't finished. Your tense body relaxed into the surface below you, trying to hold it together as you returned to reality. Steve grabbed your shoulders and pulled your body off the kitchen island. He pushed your hair out the way to place deep love bites all over your shoulder. His hands snaked up your frame to massage your breasts, occasionally grasping your hard nipple between his fingers. Your eyelids fluttered shut and you bit down on your lip, humming through your closed mouth as you flooded with gentle pleasure. Once your legs regained their strength you pushed your hips back so Steve’s member sat against your ass. Slowly, you began grinding into him, his cock still covered in your juices. Steve’s breath became deeper as he tried to control himself. You could tell how badly he wanted to cum. To have that sweet release that you’d had all night.

He flipped your body around and lifted you up around your waist to walk you towards the dining table. Tantalisingly, he lowered you down onto your back so your face looked up to him. It was slightly uncomfortable with your hands still tied behind your back, but in the moment you couldn't care less. He adjusted his body to sit between your legs, his hips perfectly lined up with yours.

Once again, Steve pushed his cock inside you, slipping it in with ease. You were so wet your pussy practically dripped with juices. You moaned out Steve’s name. No matter how many times he fucked you, you never seemed to adjust to his huge size. It didn't take long before he was pumping himself inside you at a rapid pace, causing the dining table to shake beneath you.

That pleasureful knot tied itself in your abdomen for the hundredth time this night, with your back arching into the air, and your hips forcing themselves further towards Steve, wanting to feel him even deeper inside you core. Your eyes blurred and crossed each other as you felt your orgasm starting to eat away at your body. With every thrust, Steve’s raging length hit those strained, sensitive nerves deep in your core.

“S-Steve.” Was all you could mumbled out as he harshly thrust into you, paying no mind to how your body twitched below him. He leant over so his face was near yours.

“Cum for me again doll. I want to feel you cum all over my cock.” He commanded, you body became numb to everything but pleasure. Colourful stars crowded your vision as you let yourself unravel all over his length. He held your legs to his sides while the shook as you orgasmed. Pure ecstasy took over as his tip hit that spot inside you that made you feel like you were cumming over and over again. Steve tried to hold you at your high as you clenched around him, but his movements became sloppy and he felt himself about to finish. For the first time this night Steve let himself go in the pleasure. He groaned, biting down on his lip as he came inside your tight walls, filling you up. He took a few extra deep thrusts to finish himself off before pulling his length out of you.

Both of you sat quietly for a minute, breathing deeply as beads of sweat covered your foreheads.

“Happy Birthday.” He said with a weak smile.

A laugh escaped your mouth, “Same time next week?” You added, your mouth still wide open, trying to breathe in as much oxygen as possible. You earned a light chuckle from Steve who let your legs lightly fall beside his waist.

“Except next time I'm tying you up.”

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phuezo · 5 years

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Hehe, all questions with a question mark! Jk jk XD Questions that have food in it.

you mean ALL OF THEM lol well I have a little of free time lets see 1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans? coffee mugs

2. chocolate bars or lollipops? chocolate

3. bubblegum or cotton candy? bubblegum

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you? the calm and quiet one, I never got into trouble

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups? I stopped drinking soda time ago but would prefeer on cups

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear? tomboy goth and grunge... 👀

7. earbuds or headphones? headphones

8. movies or tv shows? tv shows!! the story last more! :D

9. favorite smell in the summer? smell of beach or sea I think

10. game you were best at in p.e.? I think it was dodgeball C:

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day? eggs... lol

12. name of your favorite playlist? “RWBY inspiration ideas” LOL for now

13. lanyard or key ring? Key ring (so I can use my ember celica keychain 👀)

14. favorite non-chocolate candy? not so into candies I think (?) mmm... I think the peppermint caramel

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment? never got assignment one (or didnt like any of those)

16. most comfortable position to sit in? depending if is chair or couch xD but mostly its in a weird lotus position

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes? a black pair of tennis (I need to buy more shoes :’3)

18. ideal weather? rainy or cloudy weather <3

19. sleeping position? on my back with my arms kind of streched?

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)? on my pc, evernote. tho sometimes I take notes on my sketchbook...

21. obsession from childhood? videogames and some cartoons

22. role model? I... dont know? my mother was?

23. strange habits? I dunno lol bite my nails count?

24. favorite crystal? -gem? :D I think the sapphire

25. first song you remember hearing? I think it was Bee gees song (bc of my mom)

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather? anything really

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather? anything really heh

28. five songs to describe you? Battle Beast, Katy Perry, Delain, Ignea, rwby songs... cant pick one sorry

29. best way to bond with you? If you like the same shows I like or games :) idk sometimes people talk to me and it just “click” and BOOM friendship and sometimes it doesnt work... my head is weird

30. places that you find sacred? My desk at the tv room on my house...

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names? dont have an outfit my normal ones are so lame being just jean and a shirt

32. top five favorite vines? shut up, vulture, YEET, the mario school kids, beagle exorcism... I love a lot xD

33. most used phrase in your phone? “lol” “puta” “hi Im gay” “Uwu wa this?!”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head? moday.com...

35. average time you fall asleep? between 11pm to midnight :c bc of work

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing? pff I dont remember but I remember a website where those kind of memes started (?)

37. suitcase or duffel bag? duffel bag

38. lemonade or tea? both

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie? lemon meringue pie!

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school? when a oppossum entered one of the gardens?

41. last person you texted? my sister

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets? both!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket? all >:3

44. favorite scent for soap? I think rice and honey lol

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero? dark fantasy and scifi

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in? pants and a shirt with no undies :3

47. favorite type of cheese? mozarella

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be? I dont like so much fruit but I think I would be a mango?

49. what saying or quote do you live by? “I do/wear what I want and I dont give s** about others opinion”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have? I dont remember many things made me laugh hehe I think some crack videos or vines

51. current stresses? work...

52. favorite font? Helvetica(?)

53. what is the current state of your hands? clean, nails bitten... meh

54. what did you learn from your first job? there is so many kind of people in the whole world and dirty stuff that happens in movie theatry (cinema)

55. favorite fairy tale? Beauty and the Beast, Alice in wonderland

56. favorite tradition? Halloween Hanal Pixan (Day of death)

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome? my mother passing away, my ex gf... idk

58. four talents you’re proud of having? drawing and having good concept ideas but poor at trying to execute

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be? “HEEEYA” Idk lol

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be? ...In a fantasy or dark fantasy or scifi with yuri (lesbian) ...please

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.? "Because life, as it is now, is an accident, and will chaotically disappear just as it had appeared" -some dude on youtube comment.

62. seven characters you relate to? Yang, Blake, Chloe, Pearl, Historia eh... Yui and Max I think?

63. five songs that would play in your club? all of my metal songs from spotify

64. favorite website from your childhood? cartoonnetwork.la LOL bc games

65. any permanent scars? a little one on my left eyebrow

66. favorite flower(s)? roses? I think they are cute

67. good luck charms? my black cat :D... I dont have lol

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried? spoiled...milk

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned? I dont know how out of nowhere I learned /love english language lol

70. left or right handed? LEFT

71. least favorite pattern? eh?

72. worst subject? religion...

73. favorite weird flavor combo? I dont have I think?

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen? like 6-7

75. when did you lose your first tooth? at my house when my mom teach me I think?

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)? ALL OF THEM I LOVE POTATO

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill? I dont know so much about plants but maybe a carnivore?

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store? coffee from gas station (never trust any sea food on store)

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo? school

80. earth tones or jewel tones? earth I think

81. fireflies or lightning bugs? fireflies

82. pc or console? BOTH

83. writing or drawing? both but more of drawing

84. podcasts or talk radio? 1 podcast only

84. barbie or polly pocket? polly pocket

85. fairy tales or mythology? BOTH!!!!

86. cookies or cupcakes? cookies

87. your greatest fear? end being alone... with no idea of whats gonna happen... and totally darkness

88. your greatest wish? just survive by drawing or make a comic that ends being famouse or something like that... have a partner but idk I think I still traumatized

89. who would you put before everyone else? none... only me and it depends...

90. luckiest mistake? idk sometimes when I need to save money something happends and I end saving money. (UBER)

91. boxes or bags? boxes

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights? lamps

93. nicknames? Tany, Huezo, Kad, Tantan, TAN, Blake and phuezo

94. favorite season? Fall and winter

95. favorite app on your phone? knight chronicles LOL

96. desktop background? RWBY

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized? only 2 LOL mine and my father

98. favorite historical era? the creation of our universe and world... dinosaurs and some victorian era...(?) FINISHED OMG thanks for the ask but omg xD

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thewitchydorkofportals · 4 years

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Art theraphy (OMOMTRTA)

(This is a story about the latest shall we date game Obey me! One master to rule them all. I don’t own the game just the Oc I made to be the MC Also if you haven’t played the game..back out the hell now.cause SPOILERS LINK TO THEM IN THE BIOOO)

Lucifer was minding his own damn business when he noticed a box. it wasnt a scam box,or the latest weeb, it was a box loaded with art supplies. he knew who it was so he picked it up bending with his knees and took it there. and when he placed it down he began texting.

Lucifer: Christina...Did you order anything?

Christna: Oh yes! I ordered some art supplies to help me with my theraphy. Did they arrive? Ill go get them.

Lucifer: No need they are at your door now. And if you tried to lift them you might hurt your back.

Christina: Thanks Lucifer! Youre the greatest!

This did make Lucifer blush. He did like it when Christina praised him. It was like when Lilith did when she was around all those eons ago. He smiled seeing her door open and her squealing excited at the box and quickly scanning her room for a box cutter. when she found one she was extra careful opening it and began inspection on each item. "Lets see..1 set of scented ink in the colors of the rainbow..check. Water colorss..check. chinese paintbrushes and brushes in a pinstripe tip with a metal case to match..check..Sketchbooks that can tolerate ink and water color..and books on the weather of Devildom...check and check...400 Grimm well spent on theraphy." Lucifer almost cringed cause Mammon and Asmo and their spending habits but,if this was for theraphy and the shopping itself wasnt theraphy he will stomach it. "May i help you with this 'Theraphy' of yours?" He asked. Chrissy made a happy gasp and nods cause the point of it was talking out your emotions while drawing them.

Lucifer sat down and saw her put the things about happily humming and looking at a prompt list on the internet. "So you do this to make you happy? When did it start?" She hesitated and went silent.. "Lucifer...Lord Diavolo has punishments in each area right? The places i cant go i mean." She asked. Lucifer nodded not knowing where she was going with it until she asked "Where do abusive fathers go? I know ive seen people like me here in phases of hell. cause you and your brothers have..fun with them or to me..curse my name being the meaning of purgetory.." she laughed making Lucifer chuckle a bit. "Okay how about as your drawing you tell me what you saw around my brothers. and ill tell you where your father might go." Whoever this dirtbag was he was gonna judge him himself. Didnt he know what a gem he had. Who does he think he is Henry the 8th?! "Welll Asmo gets alot of fan visits...and he has no respect for the thickness of the walls...or the floor..." "NEXT" Lucifer said facepalming. He knew their was gonna be a boom soon no thanks to him. No wonder poor chrissy gets creeped out by him. "Well Beels football team will do somthing nice when i bake cookies to help fund the team. They buy all by cookies before Beel eats them all.Somthing about Dining hall being a Warzone." Lucifer realized she only comes to the house to eat and not the dining hall. Thank hells she didnt see the last food fight. "Oh but you know that Mammon got a job right?" This was a small surprise to Lucifer and looked at her. "It was only for the day..we worked at Hells kitchen for a while..I was a waitress with Belphie and Mammon was a Fry coo-" That did it...Lucifer was laughing..good thing Chrissy was the only person listening. "I-im sorry continue.." Chrissy nodded "Now um i was wondering if my dad can go there since he robbed me,,,treated me like crap...malipulated me..." she went on and on about her abuse and not know Lucifer..even though was listening and was calm..and didnt know jack about this man..wanted to end his BLOODY LIFE.

That was then and nowadays the place was quiet and the men were mopey..Mammon did steal but not that much. Even levi was lonely. That was until their phones were ringing

The house of Lamentation(7):

Chrissy: Hey guys did you miss me?

Mammon: CHRISSSSYYYYY*crying*

Levi: How is it in the human world? You are collecting mangas for me right? And the latest Kpop stuff?

chrissy: I missed you guys too and yes Levi im keeping my promise.

*Shows a picture of her library and there was her normal books and her whole collection of manga and her fairy garden full of minitures*

Satan and Levi: So...many...books.:heart:

Chrissy: And most of them are autographed with notes from the authors and or voice actors. I can give you a tour of my house?

Everone: YES PLEASE

Thus began the video call. so in the call they saw each part of her room starting with well the house and outside. It was an domed roofed Eco manor on 10 acres of land , featuring solar pannels,Silo for her animals food, a inground pool, a nearby lake, a circular driveway with some oddly burned in treadmarks, and a stable. She began getting passionate about her horses and comparing some of them to the brothers. Alll of them wondered if they could they can get her to breed with one of their Hell horses..just to see what would happen. Then she showed inside where they are in her living room/kitchen area. It has leather couch,her gaming systems in a heart shaped cabinet, a flatscreen television and her bass guitar, and is open to the second story with a balcony overlooking the floor below in the living room area.The kitchen had two ways to get in from the living and dining area from the looks of it, a kitchen island, a rainbow of cake spactulas, cooking supplies and more. Beel was loving this room just as much as Levi loved the living room.There was even a Yogurt and cupcake machine!Lucifer was just happy she was following her Keto diet seeing the Keto cookbooks.then they saw Angel, her service dog, and her cat Sir snowball and her trying to calm them. They all did laugh at that and then mammon got excited seeing a beaut of a Mazda decaled with an angry unicorn in space on it. He could also tell it had carbon fiber hoods and roofing. She was MADE to race!

Chrissy: Mammon stop drooling over Winter..

Mammon: But shes beautiful!

Chrissy: And i dont want you Crashing her.

As the tour continues She showed her mermaid themed bathroom with 2 tubs 1 tub for the pets and 1 jucuzzi sized one for herself, A walk in shower raised on a platform, a freestanding hairdryer and a small electric fireplace in the corner that changed color.Asmo was getting ideas but it was cut off by a "Dont you think about it" from chrissy. Asmo pouted. All that was missing was a mini nail salon. Then the best part for all of them..her ROOM. Where she was sleeping for sometime. It features a large loft bed, freestanding mirror, fireplace and 3 full-length windows overlooking the ground below. The walls are decorated with all of her paintings and photos of them in poses she asked them to do which made them have the Feels. Cause they realized in almost every room there were these types of paintings and photos. And they saw her walk in closet that had some clothes all off them gave her and her vlogging gear. She did claim about having guest rooms but they were mostly storage at the moment. In the end of the tour she showed her editing room, Art room and smiled at them sadly when she said she had to go. Most of them whined but lucifer said. "Dont worry guys. she will call back at least we know her theraphy is making her feel alright." Then Lucifer was shocked when she asked "You guys will visit right?" they all nod and Chrissy hung up excited to show them around

#obey me one master to rule them all #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me mc #obey me lucifer #obey me satan

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thewatermelonwrites · 5 years

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Café Hwarang, Part 5: Five Times Jonghyun and Taemin Didn’t Go All the Way and One Time They Did

Title: Café Hwarang

Pairing: Just Jongtae for this installment!

Rating: NC-17 because this is literally just 11,500 words of Jongtae making out and having sexy time

Summary: BL cafes are a thing and I let my imagination go wild.

“Thanks for doing this for me, hyung.” Taemin said, propped up on the kitchen counter as he watched Jonghyun cook.

“This isn’t for you, Taemin-ah.” Jonghyun replied as he meticulously measured the amount of soy sauce he would need, “I’m doing this so I can actually eat a meal at your house.”

Taemin pouted at him, more for show than anything else. “It’s still less work for me.” He said matter-of-factly before tugging at the collar of his shirt, fanning it out.

Once Jonghyun had finished placing all the ingredients he needed in the pan he turned around to Taemin, almost leaning his elbow on the stove before quickly pulling it away. “I’m actually not so sure you aren’t just faking being a terrible cook to get me to feed you.”

A smile pulled at Taemin’s lips. “If I was, would it matter?” He felt his stomach start to flutter at his own teasing, awaiting Jonghyun’s reaction.

“Hmm,” Jonghyun dragged out his hum as he walked the two steps he needed to be in front of Taemin, placing both his hands on either side of him on the counter. “I suppose you’re right, I could never resist spoiling someone as cute as you.” He gave Taemin a smile of his own and the butterflies flew up Taemin’s throat, tickling his insides until he had no choice but to kiss Jonghyun’s smile off his face.

They lingered for a moment, Taemin’s body completely still but his heart pounding in his chest so hard he feared it would burst. It was just a quick kiss, done the moment Jonghyun pulled back, but his smile was still there. Not just on his lips, but in his eyes too, deep brown crescents that were so warm it made Taemin blush and look away.

He needed to do something about the way his face was burning.

“Wow, it really is hot in here.” Taemin said, latching onto the first excuse he could think of, pulling on his shirt collar again. And it wasn’t exactly a lie, the stove was gradually heating the room the longer the food cooked, but it wasn’t anything too extreme. If anything, it was a welcome change from the harsh winter just outside his window.

“Is it?” Jonghyun asked, and something in his voice made Taemin’s catch in his throat. His jaw hung open as he tried to form words only for his mind to go blank when Jonghyun started playing with the hem of his shirt. “Do you need hyung’s help?”

Taemin swallowed the lump in his throat. “Help with what?” He croaked out, the teasing edge to Jonghyun’s voice traveling below his stomach.

And then they were kissing again, hot, breathless, too close in the stuffy room, but he still wanted more. There was no hesitation when Jonghyun started licking at his mouth, he just opened up and let him explore, too fast for Taemin to keep up. He lifted his hands off the counter to wrap them around Jonghyun’s shoulders, drawing him in that much closer, legs crushed between Jonghyun’s stomach and the cabinets. Normally it’d be uncomfortable but at the moment he just didn’t care.

Taemin couldn’t hold back his gasp when he felt Jonghyun’s palms on his bare back, stroking the skin there and making him feel even hotter, hands too warm on his already burning skin. They kept traveling upwards, dragging his shirt up with them, until it was at his shoulders, slightest breeze hitting the light sweat covering his skin. But Jonghyun didn’t stop there, kept feeling every inch of skin he could reach, sneaking his hands up Taemin’s sides and making him squirm. When Jonghyun bit his lip his back arched and he moaned into his mouth, flushing darker at his own reaction.

“Taemin...” Jonghyun murmured against his lips, voice so dark and thick with need it made Taemin shiver. His tongue wouldn’t stop playing with his and his hands wouldn’t stop touching him, never moving to the front of Taemin’s body and Taemin wasn’t sure if he was grateful or disappointed. He wasn’t sure what he would do if Jonghyun’s fingers brushed past his nipples, or delved too far down his stomach, but he knew he wouldn’t be able to hold it back.

Even though there was nothing in the world that would make Taemin want to stop kissing Jonghyun, not burning down his apartment building was also important, so when the timer went off they pulled apart, still looking into each other’s eyes. Taemin’s own were hooded, he could tell that much, his head fallen back onto the cabinets, chest rising and dropping with each heavy breath he took. Jonghyun was breathing just as hard, and if his lips were that swollen, Taemin could only imagine what his must look like.

“Shit.” Having more sense than Taemin, Jonghyun rushed over to turn the oven off, scrambling to make sure nothing burned. Taemin still couldn’t move. He still couldn’t do anything more than try and catch his breath, staring lazily as Jonghyun finished putting their dinner together.

It took longer than he’d like to admit for Taemin to regain his senses, close his mouth and pull his shirt down, face flushing even darker as he realized he’d been basically shirtless this entire time. His lips were dry from breathing through his mouth and he licked them, not thinking twice until Jonghyun said “Are you torturing me on purpose, Taemin-ah?”

He blushed again and hopped down from the counter, deciding to try and be at least a little helpful and grab their plates. “Sorry, hyung.”

“Don’t be.” Jonghyun said, looking over his shoulder so Taemin could see his smirk. “Just don’t be surprised when I get back at you for it later.”

Jonghyun’s apartment was smaller like he had said, but it also looked a hell of a lot more stylish. If it wasn’t a completely ridiculous idea, Taemin would’ve thought Jonghyun had gone out and bought new furniture the second he knew Taemin was going to visit. His couch was more like a loveseat but it was made of leather and couldn’t have been cheap to buy, the coffee table was glass but there wasn’t a smudge in sight, and the lightbulbs he’d put in every lamp weren’t garish but somehow covered everything in a warm glow, almost like candles. No cups lying around like in Taemin’s apartment, or food stains on the cushions, or concerning absence of paper towels.

And yet there Jonghyun was, sitting cross legged on the other side of the couch with a bottle of store-bought tea, ripped jeans and oversized sweater a stark contrast to the lavish atmosphere.

“I thought you said my apartment was nicer than yours.” Taemin said, mirroring the way Jonghyun was sitting.

Jonghyun took a sip of his drink before answering. “It said it was nice, I never said it was nicer.”

And that was all he had to say on the matter, focusing on finishing his tea now. But Taemin still had more to say and pouted at him. “I came here expecting a bachelor pad and instead you gave me a penthouse.” Which, he wasn’t actually mad about this, he was just saying it for the sake of complaining. And besides, Jonghyun knew he wasn’t angry anyways, obvious by the glint in his eyes every time they met Taemin’s.

“To be fair, Kibum helped me pick almost everything out.” He set his now empty bottle on a coaster because he was smart and remembered to buy those. “And he knows where to get affordable stuff, like literally anything. It’s also really easy to stick to a color scheme when the color is black.”

Okay that was fair enough, Taemin thought, but it still took him by surprise. And not a bad kind of surprise either, because he really liked the mood the room gave off. He couldn’t think of the exact word to describe it, but it felt like something out of a romance movie. Not that he watches those, if anyone asks.

Taemin couldn’t miss the way Jonghyun was smirking at him when he never stopped staring in the first place. “It’s kind of sexy, right?”

Now Taemin really wished he had said yes when Jonghyun offered him a drink so he’d have an excuse to look away. But instead he was stuck here with his face on fire and someone eagerly waiting for an answer. “Are we still gonna watch a movie?” Taemin asked, choosing the best answer he could think of, which was not answering.

Jonghyun raised one of his eyebrows and reached for the remote to turn his television on. “Did you have something in mind or do you just wanna browse through Netflix?”

Thank god Jonghyun had taken that bait, Taemin thought as he sighed in relief. “Do they have A Quiet Place on there?” This time it wasn’t a deflection, he actually really wanted to see that movie.

“Isn’t that a horror movie?” Jonghyun grimaced as he said it, like the words tasted bitter on his tongue.

But Taemin couldn’t follow and gave Jonghyun the same look back at him. “Yeah?” So what?

“Taemin,” Jonghyun started, placing the remote on the table and shifting closer to Taemin, “I’m over here trying to be romantic, not make you scream that way.”

That was too much for Taemin and he hid his red face in his hands, not capable of handling looking at anything. “Hyung, why…”

“Too strong?” Jonghyun said and Taemin peered up at him through his fingers. Which, it kind of was, but not in a bad way. It just made it extremely difficult for Taemin to ignore the heat in the pit of his stomach.

“No…” Taemin mumbled out, muffled by his hands. His heart wouldn’t stop pounding in his chest and his throat had closed up, but it was the truth. The only problem was that he liked it too much. Not that he’d ever be able to tell Jonghyun that.

“Okay, good to know.” The upwards lilt in Jonghyun’s voice was enough to get Taemin to look at him, and he was met with a smirk that made him hide again. He didn’t know what it meant, but he wondered if Jonghyun had seen through him. He thinks that’d be a good thing. It’d save him from explaining himself.

They ended up watching an old American drama, something Taemin had learned were one of Jonghyun’s favorites. Immediately after pressing “play”, Jonghyun was already grabbing Taemin’s hand, trying to pull him in closer, saying “Sit by me, Taemin-ah!”, like he even needed to ask. Taemin was all too happy to rest his head on Jonghyun’s shoulder, let Jonghyun wrap his arm around his own. He tried to read the subtitles as best he could but his mind was in a daze, too distracted by the warmth Jonghyun radiated, how safe he felt next to him, the repeating motion of Jonghyun’s thumb stroking his skin.

He must have dozed off because when Jonghyun stood up, left his side, it shook him awake. And then he was all too aware of the sudden lack of Jonghyun’s body and it made him feel incomplete.

Just when he was about to ask what was going on, Jonghyun explained himself, “I left the light on in the kitchen and it’s annoying the fuck out of me.” Taemin snorted, already anticipating Jonghyun’s return.

And of course it didn’t take long, he was there and back in less than ten seconds and Taemin could relax back into his earlier spot. Except, Jonghyun didn’t wrap his arm around him this time. His mind kept swimming with different reasons, like maybe his arm was tired, or he thought he smelled bad, or he just forgot, but never let his mind wander to he doesn’t want to touch me. The part of himself that constantly told him he wasn’t desirable enough was never around at the same time as Jonghyun because Jonghyun never gave him a reason to doubt himself.

It still would be nice to be touched.

So caught up in his own thoughts, Taemin didn’t even notice Jonghyun was moving, only felt the weight on his thigh. He wasn’t even sure where he was looking anymore, Jonghyun’s hand on him or Jonghyun’s face, but it definitely wasn’t the movie he was supposed to be watching. His breath caught in his throat, because his hand was right there, fingers resting on his inner thigh, and now his mind was cloudy for a completely different reason. Jonghyun was so so close to touching his dick through his jeans and he couldn’t move an inch or else he might touch there for real.

When Jonghyun started rubbing his thumb back and forth Taemin had to hold back a whine, this was all so much for him, being as inexperienced as he was. And there was no way Jonghyun couldn’t feel his eyes boring into the side of his head, pleading for something but not sure what. However it definitely wasn’t for him to take his hand away.

The longer Jonghyun touched him the warmer Taemin felt, feeling his blush rise up his neck to his face to the tip of his ears. Most embarrassing of all, he could feel his pants getting tighter, and his breath getting shallower, and he was getting so worked up by the smallest action but he didn’t want it to stop.

He couldn’t keep still anymore. His hips started moving and he grabbed onto the front of Jonghyun’s shirt, finally getting him to look at him. And he had nothing to say for himself, either, just grinned at him, because he knew exactly what he was doing this whole time. “Hyung.” Taemin said, voice considerably breathier than before.

“What?” Jonghyun asked, like he didn’t already know. He was still smiling, too, and he was just asking Taemin to kiss that smirk off his face.

Which is exactly what he did.

He sucked on Jonghyun’s lower lip before biting it, making Jonghyun grunt and bite him harder. It made Taemin shiver and grow that much more desperate. Taemin’s hand fisted in Jonghyun’s shirt, pulled him in closer, and Jonghyun took no time to catch up. Just threaded his fingers in Taemin’s hair and kissed him back, made his brain short-circuit. Taemin might’ve moaned out loud but what did it matter when Jonghyun’s tongue was in his mouth, and his lips were moving against his, and Taemin’s noises were being swallowed up by Jonghyun.

They only separated for a second but it was a second too long as Taemin was pushed onto his back. And then Jonghyun was taking him again, touching the tips of their tongues together, forcing out a gasp. The position they were in made Taemin’s heart skip a beat because even though he had been on top of him before, this was completely different. This time they were kissing for real, their chests were pressed together, and Jonghyun wouldn’t stop touching him all over. His free hand was stroking up and down Taemin’s side, teasing him by slipping his fingers up his sweater but only ever touching just above his jeans, making him crave more. He kept bucking up into Jonghyun but he was too far away, lower body angled just enough that Taemin couldn’t reach, but he needed it so bad, any kind of friction, any kind of stimulation…

Their foreheads bumped together when Brown Eyed Soul’s “If It’s The Same” filled the room. They both rubbed the sore area as Jonghyun reached across the table, grabbing his phone and holding it up to his face, squinting at the screen. “It’s my sister.” He said.

“Answer it.” Taemin replied and cleared his throat after hearing how hoarse he sounded. He fell back onto the couch as he tried to calm his breathing, one hand resting on his heaving chest. When he closed his eyes, the last five minutes kept replaying in his head, and he didn’t even try to fight the smile sneaking onto his face.

“Noona?” Jonghyun said into the phone, clearing his throat the same way Taemin did. “No, I don’t have a cold.” Taemin had to grab a nearby pillow to stifle his laughter at that. “Well it’s not the best time...no it’s okay, what did you need?” Taemin struggled to try and make out what his sister was saying on the other end of the line, but it just sounded like a jumbled mess to his ears. “Ah, okay. Yeah, I’ll stop by tomorrow. Thanks for keeping me updated, noona. Love you too, bye.” He hung up and placed his phone down on the table again before leaning back onto the couch, letting out a huff of air.

“What was that?” Taemin asked, sitting back up as well now that he was sure their moment was over.

“Huh? Oh, our dog has an eye infection. She just wanted to tell me how her visit to the vet went.” Jonghyun answered, and Taemin couldn’t even be mad when it was something as important as that. Not that he would be mad because Jonghyun’s life doesn’t revolve around him. “I’m really sorry, that was rude of me, wasn’t it?”

Jonghyun was nibbling on his lower lip and his eyes kept falling to the side, and for the first time Taemin felt like he was seeing a more vulnerable side to Jonghyun. Well, other than when he had started crying at a commercial about puppies. “Your sister is important, hyung. Kissing me isn’t.” He grimaced and immediately tried to backtrack. “Wait, that came out wrong.”

But Jonghyun didn’t seem to mind, just laughed, eyes shaping into crescents, voice like ringing bells. “It’s alright, I know what you meant.” He said and Taemin breathed a sigh of relief as Jonghyun grabbed the remote and paused the movie. “I gotta tell you, though, I haven’t been paying attention to this thing the whole time.”

Now it was Taemin’s turn to laugh. “Me neither.”

“Why don’t you sit down and enjoy the show, Taemin-ah?”

Taemin’s face scrunched up. “I don’t know what else been on those seats so no thank you.”

Jonghyun shrugged at him and turned around, facing the big screen mounted on the wall while Taemin leaned back onto the wall on the opposite end of the room. “You know that I love you, can’t you see my eyes…”

He was only two lines into the song and Taemin was already roped in. He completely forgoed looking at the video on screen, which is what he usually did to avoid awkward eye contact, in favor of staring Jonghyun down, trying to communicate his thoughts of “why the fuck didn’t you tell me you could sing” with his eyes. His high notes soared perfectly on pitch, his belting sounded full and effortless, and his low notes went straight between Taemin’s thighs. Now he kind of wishes he had sat down so he could at least cross his legs.

When Jonghyun finished his song, he turned around to hand Taemin the microphone, but Taemin didn’t take it. “You brought me to a noraebang just to show off, didn’t you?” He said, pouting extra hard so Jonghyun would know he was just playing around.

Jonghyun’s smile reached his eyes and he was so cute Taemin almost forgot what they were talking about. “I did, yeah.”

Taemin gasped exaggeratedly with his hand in front of his mouth. “My Jonghyun? Showing off??” That comment earned him a playful push on his shoulder and he burst into giggles.

“I wanted to hear you sing too, you know.” Jonghyun said, holding the microphone in front of Taemin again, slight redness to his cheeks.

Taemin’s laughter caught in his throat. He agreed to sing karaoke when he thought it was just going to be the two of them screaming out song lyrics with no pitch or rhythm until they got kicked out. He didn’t expect Jonghyun to be good, and now Taemin would pale in comparison, and he wasn’t sure he could handle the embarrassment. “No thanks.”

Jonghyun dropped his hand to his side. “You’re gonna make me sing the whole time?!”

“Sounds good to me.” Taemin tried to smile despite his racing pulse. “Don’t act like you don’t love it.”

“I don’t love it.” It was Jonghyun’s turn to pout at him now, and even though Taemin had no idea what he looked like when he pouted, Jonghyun was still a million times better at it. He looked every bit like a begging puppy and Taemin’s heart might have melted a little. So he took the microphone without a single word and Jonghyun immediately perked up, bouncing over to the seats and sitting down without a second thought.

“You’re seriously sitting on those?” Taemin grimaced as he scrolled through the song list, trying to find something easy to sing. “You know what people do in these rooms, right?” He stage whispered that last part for dramatic effect but the blush creeping onto his face was completely real.

“What, you mean like what we did on your kitchen counter?” Jonghyun said it so casually Taemin had to rip his head away from the song list to gape at him because how could he just say that. All Jonghyun did was smirk and cross his arms across his chest.

“We didn’t even - ” Taemin started but his lungs collapsed before he could finish his sentence. His throat had run dry and no matter how many times he swallowed he still couldn’t say it. The way Jonghyun was looking at him didn’t help, either, just made him blush harder.

“Or on your couch? Or what about my couch the other day?”

“Hyung.” He at least got that word out, and maybe now he could finally say what he wanted. “That’s not the same.” That wasn’t exactly what he was going for but he prayed Jonghyun would understand without him having to explicitly say it.

The way Jonghyun’s smile widened told Taemin he understood but was pretending not to. “If you still think it’s too dirty you can come sit on hyung’s lap.” He said as he patted his thigh and Taemin couldn’t even see the song list anymore, the rest of the world was drowned out by the heartbeat in his ears and the warmth covering his entire body. His palms had become so sweaty that his finger slipped and he chose a song by mistake, cursing under his breath. But when he heard the first few notes, some of the tension left his body when he realized he thankfully already knew this song.

Only for his heart to speed up that much more when he realized what song it was. Jonghyun snorted and hid his mouth behind his fist, but Taemin could still see his eye smile, and he swore he never blushed harder in his life than he was right now.

“H-hey you, why are you hesitating?” Taemin missed the beat he was supposed to come in on and his voice cracked at the end and this whole thing was a fucking disaster. “I know you want me…”

Shit, these fucking lyrics, he couldn’t do this. “Hyuuung!” He whined, stomping one of his feet. So what if he was being a brat, he didn’t care, this was too humiliating.

“No, keep singing!” The way he said it sounded supportive enough but the unwavering grin on his face wasn’t. It was the kind that told Taemin he was enjoying this way too much.

Fine, then. Let him enjoy it. “I know what you want, what you’re waiting for…”

An idea popped into Taemin’s head at the next line. “Just come here…” A way to tease Jonghyun back and hopefully get him a little worked up. It was simple enough, and with his pulse already rushing so fast, he didn’t have to worry about getting more embarrassed. That would be impossible.

He slowly made his way towards Jonghyun as he sang, making his eyes widen in shock. “Taemin, what are you - ” Jonghyun cut himself off when Taemin sat on his lap, straddling him, still singing the song by heart. Taemin didn’t miss how tense he became, or how his hands were balled into fists on the seat cushions, and he couldn’t fight the smile on his face now that he knew he had gotten his revenge. He was the one that suggested that Taemin sit on his lap in the first place, anyways.

Or possibly not, because then Jonghyun was grabbing his hips, pulling him in closer until their bodies were pressed together, and maybe he didn’t think this through well enough. “D-don’t hesitate any longer…” His singing stuttered along with his heartbeat and his voice sounded considerably breathier and fuck this song.

“As much as you waited, I waited for this day t - ” Taemin shouted on reflex before he could finish his line, because now Jonghyun was kissing right under his ear, just the one spot over and over again. And if he had just missed his cue for the next line, Taemin would be none the wiser, too distracted by the soft lips on his skin, the hot breath fanning out on his ear as Jonghyun whispered, “Keep going.”

Taemin had to bite his own lips so he didn’t make a sound at those words, and no matter how hard he tried he couldn’t make his throat any less dry, mouth like sandpaper. “As I wait for you, I close my eyes…” And he really did close his eyes during that line, as Jonghyun started traveling down his neck, his teeth barely brushing his skin, and he breathed “Hyung, I can’t…”

There were no protests from Jonghyun this time, just his hands pressing on the small of his back, and if Taemin had had any sense, he would’ve taken the mic away from his mouth. But instead when Jonghyun finally bit down on his neck, Taemin cried out right into the microphone, and it traveled through the speakers and filled the room. He dropped the mic immediately after that, forgotten on the floor, because no way in hell was he going to do that again. His heart kept hammering in his chest and in his fingertips and everything was so much all at the same time, he couldn’t keep track of it.

“Careful, Taeminnie, someone might hear you.” Jonghyun murmured against his skin and Taemin might have made a noise at that, he couldn’t tell, absentmindedly holding onto the sleeves of Jonghyun’s shirt to keep himself upright. “But you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Shit. Shit shit shit, Taemin for sure whimpered this time, even though he kept biting his lips so hard it hurt. He had to hold onto Jonghyun even tighter now because he couldn’t trust his own legs to support him anymore.

Jonghyun pulled away to look at Taemin now, and he guessed he looked like a hot mess from how heavily he was breathing and how his eyelids kept drooping. Jonghyun didn’t seem to care as he brushed Taemin’s hair away from his face. “Don’t think I don’t notice how needy you get whenever we perform a scene at work.” His expression didn’t match the words he was saying and Taemin couldn’t take it anymore, he couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye when he said these things and he hid his face in Jonghyun’s shoulder. “What would you do if hyung decided to take you right there in front of everyone?”

Taemin openly let out a sob at that, because there was no use in worrying about embarrassing himself anymore. “Hyung, please…”

He was so worked up, so overwhelmed that Taemin didn’t even notice he was moving his hips against Jonghyun’s until Jonghyun placed his hands on both sides and held him still. Fully prepared to start begging, Taemin leaned back again, and Jonghyun met his eyes as he said, “Not here, Taeminnie.”

Taemin whined and tried grinding against him again, so desperate for any kind of friction that he didn’t care if he was being annoying. Jonghyun made him like this so he can’t just leave Taemin this way. But Jonghyun’s grip stayed firm, and so did his voice when he spoke, “In the car.”

The time it took for Jonghyun to join Taemin in the back seat was too long for him and Taemin was already pulling Jonghyun in by his coat before he even had a chance to close the door. His laugh was muffled by Taemin covering his mouth with his own, and Taemin couldn’t help but let out a little laugh of his own.

Jonghyun’s car didn’t have working air conditioning but with how heated Taemin’s body was already it made no difference. His breathing had already picked up and his kissing was already sloppy but he needed Jonghyun more than he needed air, his body on top of his, their hips almost close enough but not yet. He kept bucking up into nothing, needing something, anything to help the tightness in his pants so badly he could taste it.

So when Jonghyun finally leaned in that last bit, let Taemin feel Jonghyun’s hardness against his own, Taemin saw white and tilted his head back, moaning out loud. Jonghyun kept sucking on Taemin’s lower lip because god knows he couldn’t close his mouth now, not when Jonghyun was letting him rub their cocks together through their clothes, making his whole body shiver with need.

“Jonghyun-hyung…” Taemin sounded as desperate as he felt, needing to feel Jonghyun’s name on his tongue, let him know what he was putting him through.

Jonghyun groaned as he kissed every inch of skin he could reach. “Fuck, keep saying my name.” And now he was meeting Taemin’s thrusts with his own and made everything that much more powerful, Taemin’s cock impossibly hard and still suffocated in his pants. It was so much that Taemin had to clutch onto Jonghyun’s back, trying to keep him right where he was, unable to handle even a second of them being apart.

Taemin was inexperienced and they both knew that, he was relying purely on instinct alone, moaning like breathing, wanting everything and more. But Jonghyun knew what he was doing, knew exactly what to do to make Taemin scream, moan out “Jonghyun hyung!” again, and let his fingers curl under the waistband of Taemin’s jeans, his tongue tracing along Taemin’s jawline. Taemin whimpered when he felt Jonghyun bite his earlobe, swirled his tongue around his piercing, because everything was just so overwhelming and hot and good.

When Jonghyun used his hands at Taemin’s back to pull him upwards, bring them that much closer together, Taemin had to be glad that Jonghyun was strong because there was no way he could hold his body up anymore. His legs were shaking and his fingers were holding Jonghyun’s coat so tightly they cramped and he was so fucking hard he couldn’t handle it, could feel the warmth piling in his stomach. His insides twisted and knot together until finally unraveling, taking Taemin with them. “Jonghyun-hyung!” He cried out, shallowly thrusting into Jonghyun as he tried to ride out his orgasm, mouth open as he whimpered with each weak thrust. His cock was so oversensitive now his eyes rolled back as his body went limp, completely spent.

As the post-orgasm haze began to clear from Taemin’s head, he started flushing pink as he remembered everything he had just done and that he was still underneath Jonghyun.

Jonghyun, who was looking down at him, eyes dark and lips red and swollen as he cooed, “Aww, did you cum in your pants?”

Taemin had to suck in his lips and squeeze his eyes shut when he nodded, and he couldn’t let Jonghyun’s words get to him when he just cum, couldn’t let Jonghyun know how bad they affected him. He was still gradually coming down from his high and suddenly become uncomfortably aware of the wetness in his boxer briefs.

All Jonghyun did was press a kiss to Taemin’s forehead, not seeming to mind that Taemin had came in his pants like a teenager when Jonghyun wasn’t even that hard. “Don’t worry, baby, hyung will take you home.”

His stubborn side wanted to insist that they stayed where they were, that Taemin could keep going until Jonghyun could cum too, but he knew better than that. His body was exhausted and he could barely even keep himself up, thankful Jonghyun was there to help him.

It still didn’t stop him from wanting, though.

“Taeminnie’s bed smells like Taeminnie~”

“Hyuuuung…”

“Taeminnie’s pillow smells like Taeminnie~”

Taemin groaned.

“Taeminnie…” Jonghyun paused to leave a quick peck on Taemin’s lips, “...tastes like Taeminnie!”

Taemin had to roll his eyes at that even though his face was heating up from the small kiss. “What else am I supposed to taste like?”

Jonghyun tapped his finger on his chin and stuck his lower lip out, taking extra long to answer to build the anticipation. “Jonghyun?”

This time Taemin couldn’t think of a response, just let his ears burn red and eyes go wide. He started blinking as he kept thinking about it, and Jonghyun probably didn’t even mean it in the way Taemin was thinking of, he probably just meant kissing. But Taemin’s mind kept wandering and his gaze kept lowering…

He flipped onto his other side, away from Jonghyun so he couldn’t look where he was about to. That just made Jonghyun move in closer, propping himself up on one elbow, poking Taemin’s cheek with his finger. “Aww, come on, I don’t taste that bad, do I?” He said, and if Taemin was facing Jonghyun now he would’ve given him a look that said I’ve been sticking my tongue in your mouth for two months now, if I didn’t like it we wouldn’t be here.

“Here” was of course Taemin’s bedroom, and this was the first time Jonghyun had been in there and he had to take advantage of every little thing he could tease Taemin about. Holding up the pictures on his desk and asking things that were obvious from the photos, like “You graduated two years ago?” Yes, that’s why the sign in the back said “Class of 2011”. “Did you take ballet lessons when you were little?” No, he was just performing onstage with a bunch of ballerinas because he felt like it? Of course he took ballet.

“Well if it’s that bad then I guess I’m gonna have to go find some gum.” Jonghyun singsonged after Taemin still didn’t answer after at least twenty pokes. When he felt the mattress rise as Jonghyun left Taemin immediately felt sorry and sat up, fully prepared to apologize, but instead ended up shouting “No, don’t!”

He caught Jonghyun with one hand on his nightstand, looking as confused as Taemin was embarrassed, because his heart leapt up to his throat when he saw how close Jonghyun was to the drawer only to realize he was steadying himself as he rose to his feet. “Don’t what?” He asked, head tilted and eyebrows set in a line.

“Nevermind, I just panicked, sorry, you’re fine.” Taemin bit his lip to keep himself from saying anything more he would regret, eyes still fixated on the drawer Jonghyun could open at any second.

Jonghyun followed Taemin’s eyes to the drawer, looked back at Taemin, and back to the drawer again, this time raising an eyebrow. “I wonder what could be in here that Taeminnie doesn’t want me to see…” He said with a teasing lilt in his voice, but it was too dangerous for Taemin to take that chance.

Unfortunately he couldn’t think of a convincing lie either. A thousand different but equally ridiculous excuses swarmed in his head, and his jaw just hung open, no help to him at all. So instead Taemin shoved his face in his pillow, the next best thing he could think to do.

The bed dipped next to him as Jonghyun laid down again, and thank god he hadn’t opened the drawer or Taemin didn’t know what he’d do. His hand started rubbing up and down Taemin’s back, causing to him relax just a tiny bit, trying to let his worries melt away with the gentle gesture. Eventually he felt calm enough to turn over and face Jonghyun again, surprised at how close he was, but pleasantly.

When their eyes met they both began to smile, this moment suddenly so tender Taemin could stay there for a lifetime, only for Jonghyun to ruin it by saying “Hey, if I can guess what’s in there, will you tell me?” Most of the time Jonghyun’s enthusiasm was cute, but right now it was both cute and insufferable.

Despite it all, Taemin couldn’t deny the way his stomach was starting to grow hot at the idea of Jonghyun finding out what was in there. “No.” He still said, mouth running dry and thoughts starting to spiral.

Jonghyun saw right through his act and Taemin wasn’t sure if he was glad or annoyed. “Is it a dildo?”

Taemin had no idea what kind of expression he was making right now, just that his face was so hot he might catch fire. “No, it isn’t.” His heartbeat was starting to quicken and he kept biting the inside of his mouth to try and control himself.

“Condoms?”

“Like I have any use for those?”

“A vibrator?”

Taemin’s blood went cold and his throat became so dry he couldn’t say anything at first, and he must have waited just a second too long to answer because then Jonghyun knew. “It is, isn’t it!!”

“It isn’t!!” Taemin insisted, and he couldn’t hear his own voice over his heartbeat in his ears.

“It totally is!!” And Taemin had to shove his face in his pillow again because what was he supposed to do when Jonghyun saw right through him like this. It was so unfair but such a perfect way to lead into something more. But for some reason he just couldn’t bring himself to say anything.

He flinched when Jonghyun started stroking his hair again, body already so sensitive to touch. Just feeling Jonghyun’s fingers in his hair was enough to send wave of pleasure down his spine and he had to fight every instinct to not rub his dick against the mattress.

He was so lost in the sensation that he almost jumped out of his skin when Jonghyun’s voice was right next to his ear. “Have you been thinking of hyung?” He said, voice low and dark and Taemin was so glad his mouth was covered because otherwise he would’ve made a noise. It wasn’t fair that Jonghyun kept looking right into him, saying all the right things and seeing through Taemin’s lies. “I bet I’m even better than the vibe.” That one Taemin couldn’t not react to, heat pooling in his stomach and making him shiver. He wanted to find out if Jonghyun was right.

Jonghyun brushed Taemin’s hair away from his ear, whispering into it “Hyung would fuck you so good, Taemin-ah.” It felt like Taemin had been punched in the stomach when he said that, picturing it all too vividly. Jonghyun, inside of him, stretching him open and fucking him into the mattress. “My cock so deep inside you, making you scream.” He was touching Taemin’s back again, dragging his hand down, lower, lower, making him shudder, until his fingers were playing with the waistband of his jeans. “I’d make you cum so hard, baby.”

Taemin sobbed into the pillow, and he couldn’t breathe anymore, had to lift his head off the pillow to take in gulps of air. “Please.” He begged, legs starting to shake as he kept grinding onto the bed, embarrassed at how shameless he was.

A hand grabbed onto Taemin’s hair, pulled his face to the side. “Taemin-ah.” Was all Jonghyun said before he was kissing him, not hesitating to coax his mouth open and shove his tongue inside, make Taemin moan against his lips. Taemin fully twisted onto his side so he could lift his leg and wrap it around Jonghyun’s, pull him in closer, let him move his hips against his in small circles.

He gasped into Jonghyun’s mouth when he felt his hand grabbing his ass, dragging him in until their bodies were flush together. Jonghyun’s chest, firm against his own, their legs tangled together, their mouths moaning into the other’s.

It almost made Taemin yell in frustration when Jonghyun took his lips away, but instead he just groaned when they were kissing right under his jaw. His lips were so soft and warm it made his mind cloud with arousal. When Jonghyun bit down on his skin, it was such a shock to his system it made him cry out.

Jonghyun sucked on Taemin’s neck and he kept panting needlessly, his grip on Jonghyun’s hair becoming so weak. He wanted to keep Jonghyun where he was, kissing the area Taemin was sure was going to bruise, but his body wasn’t listening, he couldn’t stop rubbing his dick against Jonghyun’s, couldn’t do anything but chase that overwhelming feeling.

When Jonghyun pulled his hips back just a bit, just enough that Taemin couldn’t reach him, Taemin whined and desperately tried to pull him back in, grabbing anything he could. His whines turned into a moan when Jonghyun’s warm hand was cupping his hard-on over his pants, heat of his palm seeping through the layers causing his eyes to roll back. “Do you want hyung to touch you, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun said, but he was already stroking his cock and Taemin didn’t know how to form words anymore, too far gone, mind too clouded. “Hmm? Baby?” He asked once more when Taemin didn’t answer, and he had to take a breath, had to figure out how to form words again.

“Yes, Jonghyun hyung.” He whispered, voice already hoarse. Jonghyun grinned at him and even when he undid the button on Taemin’s pants Taemin couldn’t stop moving, because he couldn’t handle having nothing right now. He needed to be touched, and he knew he was making things difficult, but his body wouldn’t listen to him.

When Jonghyun dragged his finger underneath his navel he gasped. Just that small brush sent his nerves alight and made his toes curl and he was so close, so close to where he needed it...

Taemin moaned embarrassingly loud as Jonghyun’s hand wrapped around his cock, finally receiving what his whole body craved. The differences between Jonghyun’s hand and his own made the experience entirely new and mind-numbing. Jonghyun’s hand was warm while Taemin was almost always cold, and the length of it could almost fit entirely in Jonghyun’s palm, while Taemin’s small hands didn’t cover nearly as much. He whimpered when Jonghyun brushed his thumb over the slit, spread his precome around the tip, and any idea of him lasting much longer was thrown away.

“Jonghyun-hyung…” Taemin groaned out when he started tracing the underside of his cock with one finger before stroking the length of it. His hand was so tight around him and he didn’t even know what kinds of sounds he was making anymore, just that he couldn’t hold them back.

He almost screamed when Jonghyun started biting down on his skin again, right above his collarbones, leaving a mark. His breathing was so loud and his pulse was so fast., and it was almost too much when Jonghyun sped his hand up, made him cry out and shiver so intensely, but he still needed it faster, tighter, more.

Taemin wasn’t sure what gave him away, if it was how desperately he was whimpering over and over, or how he kept thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand with no rhythm. But somehow Jonghyun knew and raised his head to whisper into Taemin’s ear, hot breath making him melt, “Cum for hyung, Taemin-ah.”

With a few quick strokes Taemin’s orgasm hit him, coursing through his body and making him shiver, whining as Jonghyun kept moving his hand to help Taemin ride it out. His eyes shut so tight and his grip had gone loose as he came onto Jonghyun’s hand, so overwhelming he could feel tears in his eyes.

Nothing existed for the few seconds Taemin took to calm down. Only his chest rising and falling with each bated breath he took, Jonghyun pressing kisses onto the bruises he had left there. The haze finally started to clear and he threaded his fingers through Jonghyun’s hair, just wanting to touch him, but it made Jonghyun lift his head up and smile at him. Unfortunately Taemin didn’t have the energy for words, so instead he pressed their lips together, still breathing so heavily it was more tongue and teeth than anything else. But he loved Jonghyun’s kisses no matter how messy, loved how soft his lips felt and how skilled he was with his tongue, loved it when he bit him and made him gasp into his mouth.

“Taemin,” Jonghyun murmured against his lips, noses brushing, hot breath mixing together, “I really need to clean my hand off.”

He froze at that and his face burned for a completely different reason. “Right. Sorry.” Taemin said, starting to shy away because he really did just cover Jonghyun’s hand in his cum, didn’t he.

All Jonghyun did in response was kiss his forehead. “Nothing to be sorry for, baby, I just don’t want to get anything dirty.” And that made way more sense than the worries swarming his head, Jonghyun wasn’t grossed out by him and Taemin was okay.

At least he was until Jonghyun started to lick his hand while maintaining eye contact with him, already feeling his stomach turning again. He tried so hard not to look, not to fantasize about anything because he wasn’t sure he could handle another round right now. “Hyuuung…” He whined, hoping Jonghyun would take the hint. Jonghyun just smirked at him.

“You should know by now that I’m going to take every chance I get to tease you, Taemin-ah.” He said, popping one finger in his mouth and Taemin was going to scream, but instead kept his mouth firmly shut to prevent any unwanted noises from escaping. Just continued trying and failing not to stare at how Jonghyun’s finger disappeared into his mouth, how he would swirl his tongue around as he cleaned it off…

...on second thought, another round might be necessary at this point.

“What are you reading?” Jonghyun’s cold tone made Taemin gulp, setting his book down with shaky hands.

“I just grabbed what was lying around…” Taemin said, trying to make his ashamed posture look as natural as possible. Head down, eyes drifting to the side, curling into himself.

Jonghyun grabbed the book from Taemin’s lap and flipped it open. “A book about boys kissing, though?” Jonghyun asked, pointing to a page on the book where sure enough, two boys were kissing, actually one of the tamer kisses Taemin had seen.

His eyes darted back and forth and his tongue peeked out to lick his lips. “It seemed interesting…”

And then Jonghyun was lifting his legs, and he was on top of him again, and it was so much less nerve wracking than the first time, but it still made Taemin’s eyes go wide and his heartbeat quicken. “Have you ever been kissed, Taemin-ah?”

He tried not to smile at that line, thinking of the first time he’d heard it. “Not...by a boy, if that’s what you mean…”

Jonghyun’s hand was under his chin again, and they were looking into each other’s eyes, and it felt like the most natural thing in the world despite it being scripted. “Would you like to?”

Taemin didn’t answer that, just nodded his head and closed his eyes, anticipating the fake kiss he had grown so used to. He could even feel Jonghyun’s face getting closer, knew when the switch was going to happen without even looking, any second now…

But then it was a feeling even more familiar to him than a thumb on his lips. It was Jonghyun’s, sucking on his lower lip, and Taemin’s eyes flew open in shock before he started growing warm. Just a few feet away there were three girls watching them kiss without even knowing it, and Taemin’s lower stomach started to twist, and he had to fight so hard not to start moving his hips, already embarrassingly turned on just by one kiss.

When they pulled apart, Jonghyun didn’t immediately go to thank the customers like usual. He stared down at Taemin with hooded eyes, so dark they only contributed to his current situation, and if Jonghyun didn’t pull away soon Taemin might do something stupid that he’d regret.

“T-that’s our scene, hope you enjoyed it!” Jonghyun finally said, stumbling over his words, and Taemin let out a sigh of relief. However, Jonghyun had only solved the problem of the customers. The problem that was currently growing harder in Taemin’s pants, though…

He realized he’d been laying there too long when Jonghyun gave him a look and he blushed, quickly standing up from the couch only for his knees to give out. But Jonghyun was quick and caught him before he fell down,except now that he was in Jonghyun’s arms, Jonghyun wasn’t letting go. They stayed there, frozen, bodies touching and eyes transfixed on the other’s. Taemin wondered if Jonghyun knew the effect he had on him.

Clumsily, Jonghyun let go, rubbing his palms against his thighs. “We should get back to work.” He said, and even though he was right, Taemin wished he was lying. He wished they could find somewhere to be alone so they could take care of this feeling encompassing the two of them, but unfortunately, he had a job to do.

Throughout the rest of his shift, Taemin kept catching Jonghyun staring at him, and it wasn’t his usual infatuated stare. His gaze was dark and hooded, and his eyes kept raking over his body, lingering on certain areas more than others. He knew exactly what Taemin was going through.

And Taemin could tell he planned on doing something about it.

It came as no surprise to Taemin when Jonghyun asked him to come home with him after work.

It was also no surprise when Taemin was pushed into the wall not even a second after hanging up his winter garments.

And then it only made sense that there were two hands on his hips and a tongue in his mouth, Jonghyun kissing him so desperately it made all the neediness he had felt earlier that day come back with a passion.

Taemin moaned when Jonghyun bit his lower lip and he finally had enough sense to wrap his arms around Jonghyun’s shoulders, pull him in closer when they were already pressed against each other. Let their tongues swirl together and taste what had become so familiar but never dulling over the course of their relationship.

When Jonghyun’s hands started sneaking towards Taemin’s ass he gasped, a little hitched breath that made Jonghyun kiss him harder and grab him so tightly he scrunched his face. He grabbed harder and Taemin whimpered, and when his fingers brushed Taemin’s hole he couldn’t keep kissing him anymore, had to hide his burning red face in the crook of Jonghyun’s neck. Jonghyun kept pressing his fingers into that area and Taemin shivered and he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to keep himself upright much longer.

As if reading his mind, Jonghyun started lifting Taemin up, and he wrapped his legs around Jonghyun’s torso on instinct only for it to send a rush of pleasure down his spine when their cocks met through too many layers of clothing. Taemin threw his head back and hit the wall but didn’t even register the pain. “Jonghyun hyung…” He moaned, eyes hooded and lips probably just as red as Jonghyun’s were right now.

“I’ve got you.” Was Jonghyun’s response and he situated his arms to better carry Taemin, not even minding when Taemin started rubbing his hard-on against his stomach because he was just so fucking needy. He walked into his room and placed Taemin down on the bed, kissing him again now that he had the chance. As Jonghyun climbed on top of him Taemin let his legs fall open so Jonghyun could get in between them, grind against him and make him cry out during their kiss. “Taemin-ah,” Jonghyun said, voice rough and thick, “I have everything we need here.”

He didn’t need Jonghyun to clarify any more. He already knew what that meant and it made his mind swim at the idea, made his toes curl and pants grow even tighter. “Yes, please…” Taemin choked out, already feeling himself starting to leak into his boxer briefs. Jonghyun caught his lips again, slower than the first kiss, but just as filled with desire. It made Taemin hum through his nose, letting himself truly savor the feeling of Jonghyun’s mouth moving against his, his tongue licking along his lips, so soft and perfect. And then, Jonghyun’s fingers underneath his sweater, brushing by the sensitive skin on his sides and making him shy away before reaching his underarms. With a deep breath, Taemin moved his arms so Jonghyun could pull his sweater off, and then they were kissing again. And Taemin didn’t even have to try and push away any worries of Jonghyun noticing how his stomach jutted out or how he had almost no body hair because he knew Jonghyun wouldn’t mind anyways.

As their lips kept moving together, Taemin tightened his hold on Jonghyun’s sweater, tried dragging it up, hands clawing at his back in his efforts. When it was pulled high enough that Taemin could feel bare skin he blushed, trying to subtly feel along the muscles there, warm under his palms. He didn’t get much time to appreciate it before Jonghyun was laughing against his lips, little puffs of air, and sat up so he could take it the rest of the way off.

Jonghyun must have noticed that Taemin was staring because he didn’t lean down to start kissing him right away, just smirked as his cheeks grew redder. “Like what you see?”

“Yes.” Taemin said without thinking, blushing harder and biting his lip at his outburst. It was the truth but it was an embarrassing truth, especially when he was still staring at Jonghyun’s arms, only now noticing that he had multiple tattoos lining both of them. He never even realized he’d never seen Jonghyun without long sleeves on until this moment. There was also the tattoo underneath his pecs and one barely peeking out from his pants, circling around his hipbone, and how on earth did he end up with someone so hot.

And of course there was trail of hair on his defined stomach that disappeared under his jeans and led straight to the bulge in his pants.

“Fuck.” Taemin breathed, and he couldn’t keep looking, he had to drop his head back on the pillow or else he might go mad just knowing that he’d get to touch every inch of that body. Suddenly his mouth was watering and he really hoped Jonghyun wouldn’t notice how often he was swallowing.

But no, Jonghyun had to make him look again. “Baby?” He said, and Taemin lifted his head only to drop it again when his back arched as Jonghyun placed his hand on Taemin’s cock. He hissed through his teeth and tried so hard not to buck up into Jonghyun’s palm but fuck it felt so nice. He gently massaged him through his jeans and Taemin raised his fist to his mouth so he could bite on it.

Taemin almost whined when Jonghyun took his hand away but only heard his heart beating in anticipation when Jonghyun started undoing his jeans, relieved to finally free his cock from its stifling confines. He was so lost in the sensation of everything that he didn’t even think to lift his hips until Jonghyun said “Up.”, letting Jonghyun take everything off and now Taemin was all too aware of how naked he was.

He brought his legs together and bent his knees, hiding himself on reflex because no one had ever seen him like this before. He didn’t even think about how that must have come across as until Jonghyun said “Are you just being shy or do you want me to stop?”

“Please don’t stop.” Taemin begged, dragging out the first word because it just perfectly described how he was feeling right now. Jonghyun took that answer and wrapped two hands around Taemin’s thighs and pulled them apart, immediately ducking his head in between them. There were a few seconds of nothing but Taemin’s pulse rushing madly before Jonghyun was licking up the length of Taemin’s cock, and he let out a choked moan and felt his legs shake in Jonghyun’s hands.

Jonghyun wrapped his lips around the tip and circled it with his tongue, moaning at the taste of his precome and Taemin couldn’t hold back any of his sounds any more. Even with his fist muffling his voice he was still so loud, but how could he not be when Jonghyun’s mouth was so wet and hot around him, taking him in and making his back arch. He pressed a kiss at the base and murmured “Your cock is so fucking cute, baby,” on his skin and Taemin was going to cum too soon if he kept this up.

“Hyung…” He whined, breathless, chest heaving when Jonghyun looked up at him from between his legs. “I can’t…” Taemin trailed off at the end, words impossible when he was this far gone, mind in a haze.

“Can’t what, Taemin-ah?” Jonghyun asked, raising onto his knees.

Taemin let out a small noise. “I don’t want to cum yet.” He said the words in a rush, still into his hand, and he hoped Jonghyun heard him because he didn’t want to say it again.

“Ohh.” Jonghyun said, climbing on top of Taemin again to press his lips under his jawline. “Do you want hyung to fuck you now, baby?”

“Please.” Taemin sobbed out, so desperate he could taste it, could feel it burning between his legs. Jonghyun left a few more kisses before leaning back again, reaching behind Taemin to open the small cabinet on his bed frame, pulling out a bottle Taemin didn’t have to read to know what it was.

He flipped the cap open and poured some of the lube onto his fingers, maybe even a little too much, and set it out of the way so he could kiss Taemin’s neck. Taemin whimpered when he felt Jonghyun’s finger brush his hole, purposefully teasing him, before slipping in to the first knuckle and making him moan. It already felt different, with Jonghyun’s finger being thicker and longer as it kept going deeper and deeper inside him, and Jonghyun kept taking it slow when Taemin would always go as fast as he could handle from the beginning. Patience was not his strong suit.

Jonghyun thrust his finger in and out and Taemin’s mouth opened in a silent groan, just loving the feeling and knowing that this was happening. He let out a choked moan when Jonghyun inserted a second finger, already starting to feel the stretch. He dug his nails into Jonghyun’s shoulder, hoping he wasn’t hurting him but also unable to grab any weaker. When the third finger joined Taemin was whimpering again, the fourth made him start moving his hips and whispering “Please, Jonghyun hyung, please…” ready to be filled and fucked and satisfied.

With one last kiss to Taemin’s neck Jonghyun removed his fingers and Taemin whined at the loss despite knowing there was still something better to come. Without Jonghyun on top of him Taemin became aware of how naked he was again, but those thoughts were quickly thrown out when Taemin saw Jonghyun undoing his belt. His throat went dry as he watched Jonghyun’s fingers work, and he was staring again and Jonghyun was probably smirking again but Taemin couldn’t look away. Jonghyun pulled his pants down and off but left his boxers on and Taemin must’ve made a face at that because then Jonghyun was saying “You’re just a little pervert, aren’t you?”

That was so similar to something Taemin wanted to be called that it made his face burn. “No, I’m not.” He couldn’t look Jonghyun in the eye when he said it and that probably made it obvious that he was lying but Jonghyun didn’t seem to notice.

Instead he just shrugged, smirk on his face betraying his actions, and climbed on top of Taemin again, pressing their dicks together. “You’ll have plenty of time to look later, but right now it’s kind of embarrassing for me to strip while you’re looking at me like you want to eat me alive.”

Taemin blushed again and brought his hand up to the side of Jonghyun’s face, brushing away some of the hair that was starting to stick to his forehead. “Sorry, hyung.”

Jonghyun leaned into Taemin’s hand before turning his head to give his palm a kiss. “It’s not a bad thing, Taemin-ah, it’s actually really sexy.” He said and Taemin blushed even harder and wished he could hide his face, but that’d come across the wrong way. “It’s your first time but it’s been awhile for me too, that’s all.”

That made Taemin smile, knowing that he wasn’t doing something wrong. “Okay.”

Jonghyun pressed their smiles together and Taemin hadn’t felt more ready for this in his whole life. He focused on moving his lips against Jonghyun’s, kissing him back, and made a noise into Jonghyun’s mouth when he felt something prodding at his entrance. “Deep breaths, baby.” Jonghyun said as he started pushing in and Taemin’s eyebrows furrowed, already feeling the stretch. Obviously Jonghyun was going to be bigger than both of their fingers, but he was bigger than Taemin’s vibrator too and he was already starting to doubt himself.

But he did as Jonghyun said, taking deep breaths, in and out. He could tell he was still scrunching his face, and he was still holding back sounds at feeling so impossibly full, but he wasn’t in pain. Jonghyun started kissing him all over, on his cheeks, along his jawline, distracting him, so when he felt Jonghyun bottom out, he was surprised at how relaxed he still was. They stayed like that, Jonghyun fully sheathed inside him, and shared each other’s air, looking into each other’s eyes. And it didn’t feel awkward for Taemin to do that, either, it just felt natural.

“I’m going to start moving now, okay?” Jonghyun said, almost whispering, like he was afraid of wrecking the moment. Taemin nodded and kept breathing, felt him pull out and thrust back in, making him whimper at the jolt of pleasure it sent through him. He started a rhythm like that, maybe a little too slow, but just enough to make Taemin just as needy as he was before.

“Jonghyun hyung…” Taemin moaned, head dropping onto the pillow, more satisfied than he’d ever been on his own. It wasn’t just that Jonghyun was bigger and went deeper into him, it was also having Jonghyun’s warmth on him, his mouth on his skin, him holding his hands. It was so much more than getting off. And when Jonghyun lifted their hands to his lips and kissed his knuckles, Taemin wanted to say something else, but instead all that came out was “You can go faster.”

It made Jonghyun laugh against his hand, small puffs of air, and Taemin face grew hotter at his outburst. But then Jonghyun straightened his arms out, pinned Taemin’s hands onto the bed, and Taemin’s dick throbbed. And Jonghyun sped up, fucking Taemin harder and faster, enough to make Taemin’s back curve and a whimper escape from his lips. He lifted his quivering legs and wrapped them around Jonghyun’s waist, pulling him in, wanting more and more. Jonghyun was groaning now and Taemin swore no other sound could compare, knowing that he was making Jonghyun feel so good made his heart soar.

When Jonghyun started kissing him again Taemin couldn’t keep up, just kept moaning into Jonghyun’s open mouth, played with his tongue. Jonghyun let his hands go so he wrapped them around his shoulders, deepening the kiss and probably digging his nails in too much judging by the way Jonghyun grunted. But then Jonghyun’s hands were on his hips again, lifting them up and using them as leverage, making Taemin let out a noise of surprise. And that new angle had Taemin seeing white, squeezing his eyes so tightly closed, Jonghyun hitting so deep inside him. “Fuck, Taemin-ah…” Jonghyun groaned against his lips, making Taemin’s whole body shiver, voice so breathless and rough and saying his name.

Taemin cried out when Jonghyun wrapped his hand around his cock and he knew he wouldn’t be able to last long like this, breaths wracking his whole body and thighs shaking so badly. He stroked the length of it, so slow compared to his thrusts, and Taemin needed more than that, it was just teasing. He started thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand, trying to get him to go faster but he didn’t, just changed technique, keeping his hand still and letting his fingers do all the work. Jonghyun’s thumb started stroking under the head of his dick and his index finger was swiping over the slit and it was so much for Taemin, he couldn’t, he couldn’t hold it back…

“Hyung!” He cried out, cumming all over his stomach and Jonghyun’s hand, hips bucking up and limbs gone weak. “Please, hyung…” Taemin didn’t know what he was asking for anymore, didn’t know what he was saying, trying so hard to catch his breath, still thrusting into Jonghyun’s hand. His body kept shaking with aftershocks, so spent and satisfied, mind in a post-orgasm haze.

Even through the haze, he could still feel Jonghyun starting to pull out, and he quickly wrapped one leg around Jonghyun’s back again, not sure he’d be able to handle both. Jonghyun titled his head at him, probably too turned on and breathless to really say anything, so Taemin had to answer his silent question. “Cum inside me, hyung.”

Jonghyun cursed under his breath and Taemin flushed again despite just coming down from his high, but Jonghyun wasn’t going to say no to that. He immediately picked up at the same pace from before, making Taemin cry out from how overstimulated he was, but he loved it, he loved the feeling of being so sensitive he wanted to scream. Jonghyun was breathing so hard and grunting from exertion, barely audible over Taemin’s touched-out whimpers.

His movements and kisses turned sloppy and Taemin knew he was going to cum soon, biting onto Taemin’s neck as he started losing control. His grip on Taemin’s hips turned almost painful and he started actually dragging Taemin onto him as he fucked him, that much deeper and harder into him. It was so much that Taemin was grabbing onto Jonghyun’s hair and biting his lip as he tried to hold his noises back, so hard it almost hurt.

With a drawn-out moan, Jonghyun was filling him with cum, shallowly thrusting into him and breathing hot air against his neck. Taemin was still whimpering with each thrust but he wished he wasn’t, wanted to hear every sound Jonghyun made as he was pushed over the edge. His thrusts got slower and slower as he kept riding out his orgasm until they stopped, cock still halfway inside Taemin.

Jonghyun looked up at him with hooded eyes, expression matching Taemin’s, and kissed his already bitten raw lips as he pulled all the way out, making Taemin whimper one last time as he felt his cum dripping out of him.

They lost themselves in the kiss again, neither sure how much time passed before they separated, and Taemin thought his lips might be bruised like the rest of his body at this point. “I can help you wash.” Jonghyun said, seemingly from miles away. Jonghyun’s voice was soft but his actions were softer, brushing Taemin’s hair away from his face and threading his fingers through the strands.

Taemin gave him a shy smile. “Thank you, Jonghyun hyung.”

Jonghyun carried Taemin to the bathroom because “your legs were shaking so much I don’t trust you to stand anymore”, “yeah that’s totally it, hyung.” He sat Taemin on the ledge while he drew the bath before easing himself into it and helping Taemin down, holding him steady by his hips.

And somehow this moment of Jonghyun washing his hair, humming a tune Taemin’s didn’t even recognize, and peppering kisses onto his back, was Taemin’s favorite part of it all.

#jongtae #SHINee fanfiction #fics #chaptered #bl cafe au #another chapter with no onminkey sorry gang

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hehehehehehehehe ur turn. overshare pals

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1. coffee mugs, teacups, wine glasses, water bottles, or soda cans?

water bottles and soda cans!

2. chocolate bars or lollipops?

chocolate.... im lov it

3. bubblegum or cotton candy?

cotton candy!

4. how did your elementary school teachers describe you?

hardworking, earnest, and honestly? they gave me too much credit ebagweaganegioawnegew

5. do you prefer to drink soda from soda cans, soda bottles, plastic cups or glass cups?

soda bottles!

6. pastel, boho, tomboy, preppy, goth, grunge, formal or sportswear?

somewhere between boho, goth, and grunge hehe

7. earbuds or headphones?

headphones!

8. movies or tv shows?

movies,,

9. favorite smell in the summer?

you know that wet pavement smell after it rains? love that

10. game you were best at in p.e.?

dodgeball hehehe

11. what you have for breakfast on an average day?

nothin tbh. i don’t wake up early enough for it

12. name of your favorite playlist?

Writing Music! i made it hehehe

13. lanyard or key ring?

key ring!

14. favorite non-chocolate candy?

GUMMY BEARS AND JELLY BEANS

15. favorite book you read as a school assignment?

“A Child Called ‘It’“ by Dave Pelzer

16. most comfortable position to sit in?

cuddled up to someone in blankets,,, im lov anything with my s/o tbh

17. most frequently worn pair of shoes?

i have this beat up pair of blue slip ons that have bloodstains on em bc i got a nosebleed one day bwaeiugbaweugbaweubguaw

18. ideal weather?

post-raining, or like. just before it starts raining

19. sleeping position?

anything with my s/o or bein wrapped in like. a billion blankets

20. preferred place to write (i.e., in a note book, on your laptop, sketchpad, post-it notes, etc.)?

on my home pc in my room!

21. obsession from childhood?

dice and video games!

22. role model?

i know it’s gonna sound dumb but like. a lot of characters from media have influenced me a lot, like sans/komaeda etc. another one from my real life would be my aunt on my mom’s side!

23. strange habits?

i bounce my leg while listening to music or stressed,, that’s abt it. OH and i like twirling a small blanket around on my arm bc... acrobatics of sorts

24. favorite crystal?

amethyst, but anything clean cut and rounded looks rlly nice imo,,

25. first song you remember hearing?

the first day i remember in my life was christmas at my grandma’s when i was 4, so probably random christmas music ubwegebwgwebgoibgweg

26. favorite activity to do in warm weather?

sometimes when i get tired of sitting around at home i like to walk down to the dog park by my house!

27. favorite activity to do in cold weather?

cuddle,,,,,,,,,,, wrap up in a blanket with some freshly baked cookies n just. be there

28. five songs to describe you?

megalovania, medley rush 2 from the sonic rush ost, the promised neverland english op, metal crusher from undertale, metal scratchin’ from sonic rush

29. best way to bond with you?

just talk to me! im godawful at starting convos but i love talkin to ppl!

30. places that you find sacred?

every person’s room feels that way, as well as obvious places, like churches n whatnot. we went n visited my aunt’s old house so my mom could pick up some stuff and being in her room after she died in 2015 was just like. an emotion i can’t rlly describe

31. what outfit do you wear to kick ass and take names?

hoodie, trackpants, n sneakers hehe

32. top five favorite vines?

back at it again @ krispy kreme, ADAM, they were roommates, two dudes in a hot tub, my croissant

33. most used phrase in your phone?

either “be there soon” or “ily”

34. advertisements you have stuck in your head?

none tbh. i don’t watch much tv so i don’t see ads often

35. average time you fall asleep?

either 10:30 or sometime after midnight. no in between

36. what is the first meme you remember ever seeing?

it was a rage comic

37. suitcase or duffel bag?

suitcase!

38. lemonade or tea?

lemonade, but i LOVE tea!

39. lemon cake or lemon meringue pie?

LEMON CAKE....

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

i was walkin in the halls with my friend and someone dropped a styrofoam cup of pasta on my friend’s head from the second floor awbegiuawbeguiawbguaewg

41. last person you texted?

the person who sent this ask heheheheh

42. jacket pockets or pants pockets?

jacket pockets!

43. hoodie, leather jacket, cardigan, jean jacket or bomber jacket?

hoodie!

44. favorite scent for soap?

anything really, but i like whatever my s/o uses bc it would remind me of them!

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

fantasy!

46. most comfortable outfit to sleep in?

underwear tbh. like. that and a tshirt or just underwear is the only way i can sleep

47. favorite type of cheese?

sensory issues say i have to hate all kinds of cheese outside of like. grilled cheese so let’s go with that/cheddar

48. if you were a fruit, what kind would you be?

dragonfruit!

49. what saying or quote do you live by?

GOD pretty much every quote from monomi or chiaki in danganronpa 2, but mostly “if you learn to love yourself, that love will continue to carry you for your whole life! love, love...”

50. what made you laugh the hardest you ever have?

OH HERES A FUCKIN STORY OK so i was at my friend’s house with a bunch of others bc we were doin a sleepover type thing and we were eating raising canes in his attic at like 3 am and some guy high on like. 3 different drugs at once got impaled through the leg on his fence. nobody saw him but we knew he was there and the cops were there in like 3 minutes. that very same friend has some of the most wack stories ngl

51. current stresses?

just doing well in school and making sure my s/o is happy!

52. favorite font?

comic sans.......................... im sorry

53. what is the current state of your hands?

my palms b sweaty but my fingers are dehydrated tbh. typin

54. what did you learn from your first job?

work.... difficult

55. favorite fairy tale?

probably the princess and the frog!

56. favorite tradition?

christmas!

57. the three biggest struggles you’ve overcome?

probably my most noteworthy traumas tbh. gettin therapy for em, too

58. four talents you’re proud of having?

writing, my ability to overcome obstacles, being able to help ppl as well as i can, and making friends fast!

59. if you were a video game character, what would your catchphrase be?

“Not dead yet.”

60. if you were a character in an anime, what kind of anime would you want it to be?

Probably either shounen, romance, or moe,,,,

61. favorite line you heard from a book/movie/tv show/etc.?

“It’s a beautiful day outside. Birds are singing, flowers are blooming. On days like these, kids like you... should be burning in hell.”

62. seven characters you relate to?

sans, komaeda, makoto naegi, komaru naegi, toko fukawa, chiaki nanami, and chihiro fujisaki!

63. five songs that would play in your club?

they’d all be fall out boy tbh. that and videogame osts

64. favorite website from your childhood?

armor games hehe

65. any permanent scars?

i don’t think so? at least, not yet

66. favorite flower(s)?

roses and anything blue!

67. good luck charms?

my dice sets!

68. worst flavor of any food or drink you’ve ever tried?

vanilla york peppermint patties... gross

69. a fun fact that you don’t know how you learned?

pikmin in pikmin 1 who are underneath a bridge when it’s completed are killed because they get pushed through the ground

70. left or right handed?

right handed!

71. least favorite pattern?

probably the hellish bumpy pattern all teachers have all over their fuckin classrooms

72. worst subject?

math

73. favorite weird flavor combo?

chicken nuggets in milkshake... good. or frankly just like. cooked chicken mixed with anythin cold like ice or ice cream

74. at what pain level out of ten (1 through 10) do you have to be at before you take an advil or ibuprofen?

like. 3 or 4

75. when did you lose your first tooth?

i was eating a crunch bar and it fell out hehe

76. what’s your favorite potato food (i.e. tater tots, baked potatoes, fries, chips, etc.)?

I WOULD DIE FOR FRENCH FRIES.

77. best plant to grow on a windowsill?

any small blooming plant, like a single rose or flower!

78. coffee from a gas station or sushi from a grocery store?

hrm. coffee from a gas station tbh

79. which looks better, your school id photo or your driver’s license photo?

NEITHER LOOK GOOD LMAO and i don’t have a driver’s license. that’s just like. a prediction

80. earth tones or jewel tones?

jewel tones!

81. fireflies or lightning bugs?

lightning bugs!

82. pc or console?

either works but i spend more time on pc!

83. writing or drawing?

writing, but i like both!

84. podcasts or talk radio?

talk radio, but i love podcasts like TAZ or Critical Role!

84. barbie or polly pocket?

neither? but probably barbie bc it’s more well known? idk

85. fairy tales or mythology?

mythology!

86. cookies or cupcakes?

cupcakes all the way b

87. your greatest fear?

me being the last person i know alive. i’d rather die than outlive everyone

88. your greatest wish?

i hope that no matter what there is after we die, i get to be with the people that are most important to me.

89. who would you put before everyone else?

my s/o and family tbh

90. luckiest mistake?

buying danganronpa bweguowabguawebogbaweibg

91. boxes or bags?

boxes!

92. lamps, overhead lights, sunlight or fairy lights?

fairy lights!

93. nicknames?

i go by wes, dev, bines, anything rlly

94. favorite season?

spring!

95. favorite app on your phone?

tumblr hehe

96. desktop background?

it’s the ddlc cast! it’s a greyscaled image of four of the events cut together and their eyes glow hehe

97. how many phone numbers do you have memorized?

only one, and it’s my dads bc i have to call him every time i go to my grandparents’ hehe

98. favorite historical era?

probably the one we’re in now tbh, but like. also hate it

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a siriusxremus based on the line "baby im too busy being yours to fall for somebody new" based on like jealousy maybe?

Ooo okay you got it anon. Tbh, while i wrote the romance stuff, i listened to Christina Grimmie’s cover of it. Listen if you haven’t heard it’s slow but such a beautiful take on the song. and then of course moved on to Arctic Monkeys. i hope you like it as much as i do :)

Word Count: 2.1K

Warnings: umm a bit of cursing, hella angst, all the wolfstar love

Now I’m crawling back to you, ever thought of calling when you’ve had a few? cause i always do. baby i’m too busy being yours to fall for somebody new

“Moons, if it bothers you so much why don’t you speak to him about it?”

“Honestly mate, I knew Pads was stubborn but you? I thought you’d have cleared this up by now,” James shook his head and Remus sighed deeply. It’s not like he hadn’t thought about it. Just telling Sirius how he felt about him. How much it made his skin crawl and his blood boil when he saw all those girls, and even a few blokes, fanning all over him and he swears to Merlin if the Ravenclaw nudged his shoulder one more time like that he would completely lose it. He turned away miserably. It was bad enough that Lily knew, at least she could be understanding and would allow him to just wallow in self pity. But James? Remus had tried desperately to keep his feeling at bay, but nothing escaped James. Remus scoffed, everything escaped James, but not when it involved unspoken feelings. He’d figured it out one day at Hogsmeade, when Remus got blush-y and stutter-y when Sirius moved some hair out of his face, and then a little too annoyed when he left with Marlene to Honeydukes.

Sirius was just as oblivious as James, Remus thought pitifully, looking away from Sirius and the Ravenclaw. Its not like he hadn’t thought about it either. Being with a lad. There were too many nights with Sirius and a few with James with little moments that seemed be a little more than just clumsy kisses or accidental touches. He always thought it’d be a dark haired, brooding, mysterious man with eyes he could get lost in. Maybe some paint under his fingernails and a brilliant, mischievous smile.

But Pads? He was stupid for falling for his best friend and he knew it. There was no way Sirius noticed him like that when he had girls like Marlene or this Ravenclaw fanning all over him. Remus was just… Remus. A troubled werewolf with too many problems to handle himself, no way would he burden Sirius when he had a family that came with its own problems for him to solve.

“Lets just get to dinner yeah?” Remus packed his books into his bag, avoiding Sirius’ gaze when he came back to their table, a massive grin on his face.

“I,” he exclaimed loudly, earning a few shushes from the people around, “have got a date,” he whispered proudly, holding up a piece of parchment with a number on it.

“What a surprise,” Lily rolled her eyes and James snorted.

“Oh jealous are we? You’re still my favorite girl Lils,” He winked and she chuckled shaking her head.

“Stuff it Black. When are you gonna date somebody you actually like and not just a girl looking for a quick shag?” she gave him a stern look.

“I’m hurt,” Sirius gasped dramatically, feigning a hurt expression, “I happen to think she’s very nice. That’s why I’ve invited her to the party Friday.” Remus sighed inaudibly, pulling his bag over his shoulder.

“I’m willing to bet she wont even be there the next morning,” James joked and Sirius laughed, shoving his shoulder.

“You underestimate my skills,” they laughed a little louder, getting themselves kicked out of the library.

“You guys are disgusting. Come on Moony, lets get to dinner since these two clearly don’t care to,” Lily hooked her arm with Remus and turned him in the direction of the great hall. He shot her a grateful look and she smiled sadly. “You should tell him Moony,” she said when they were out of hearing range, “I don’t usually agree with Potter, and I’ll kill you if you tell him i did, but it clearly hurts you to see him with somebody else. Maybe you’ll be surprised,” she winked and Remus shook his head.

“Don’t say things like that. Sirius would never,” Remus sighed and Lily frowned.

“Well then it’d be his loss… and maybe then if he knew and he didn’t feel the same at least he’d be more conscious of your feelings and not brag about girls in front of you.”

“That’s not the worst that could happen Lils. I can handle rejection just fine. Im no stranger to the pain,” he smiled sadly, “I’m worried about losing his friendship. I’m quiet because id rather have him in my life as my best mate than not at all. Please… lets just not mention this anymore. I’m good okay?” He smiled and Lily sighed, squeezing his hand softly before they entered the hall.

Remus hated himself. And he hated James too. For making him come to this party and then ditching him to dance with Lily. Peter came by the refreshments table, grinning.

“Hey Moons, why so glum?” he poured himself another drink.

“Bit of a headache, not really feeling the party,” Remus sighed, looking away from Sirius and the Ravenclaw and Peter raised his eyebrows.

“Or, a certain someone isn’t giving you the attention you want.” Remus turned swiftly, making himself a little dizzy in the process, setting the cup of firewhiskey down. No more of that.

“How did…”

“Remus,” Peter gave him a pointed look, “If anyone is more oblivious than James it’s Sirius. And quite possibly you too. You’re both so oblivious about your feelings for each other. You’re both a mess,” he pressed a finger into Remus’ chest before returning to the Slytherin he had been speaking to.

What did that even mean? Feelings for each other? Pete had to be mistaken. Sirius had never shown any signs of corresponding feelings. He was always off with somebody or someone else. Remus shook his head of the thought and turned back to the dance floor, taking his cup again when he saw them.

He looked good.

Better than good, he was the best looking one in the room. He hated Lily for introducing him to those muggle skinny jeans and leather jackets. The grey t shirt he wore hugged his torso perfectly, defining the little muscle he had in his arms and across his abdomen. Remus bit his lip, watching the dark, loose strands of hair fall into his face as he danced with the Ravenclaw, his grey eyes sparkling. He turned then catching Remus’ stare, a small smirk making it’s way across his lips as the Ravenclaw ground her hips into his. Remus gulped, watching him spin her so her back was pressed to his front, pressing his fingers into her hips as she moved against him. Sirius smirked at him, winking discreetly, eliciting a gasp from Remus’ lips.

That was it. He chugged the rest of the firewhiskey in his cup before turning for the portrait hole. He’d had it. He was done. No more would he tolerate Sirius’ games and taunting gazes. He hated James for dragging him to the party and he hated himself for allowing James to persuade him. He made his way to the astronomy tower, watching carefully on the map to avoid any professors and prefects wandering the halls. He sat at the very top to watch the stars, instantly regretting not having turned towards his dorm instead when the bitter night cold frosted his nose. It was fine, he concluded, he didn’t want to see or hear Sirius stumble into their room later that night with her. It was cruel the game he was playing if Peter was right and he did know of Remus’ feelings. That smirk? That wink? What the fuck even was that? Remus shook his head, a little more angry than upset. Good, it was easier to be angry than hurt. He had no right to be angry though… Sirius wasn’t his to envy.

The grey light of the sun woke Remus, a brittle cough racking his body. The stone floor was not kind to him during the night, the snow making it even colder. He pressed his fingers into his pounding head and sighed, memories of the night before invading his thoughts. He sighed and got up, making his way back to the common room and towards his dorm. He found it empty, what time was it? had they already left for breakfast? The rattling of the bathroom door made him jump and Sirius stepped out.

“Moony? Moony!” he ran towards him and wrapped his arms around Remus, “where the hell have you been Rem? We looked everywhere for you and you took the damn map so it wasn’t easy. Peter mentioned you were drunk. We were worried sick you know?” He scolded and Remus frowned.

“I’m sorry I…”

“You look awful Moons, and your hands are like ice,” Sirius exclaimed, taking Remus’ hands in his and sandwiching them. Remus watched as he pressed his lips to them softly, blowing warm air against his skin. Remus felt his face heat up slightly, something more than butterflies in his stomach. He felt tears prickle his eyes when he remembered the Ravenclaw girl. He retrieved his hands slowly.

“I’m okay, I fell asleep in the umm,” he couldn’t think when Sirius looked at him like that, his eyes so profound. “I wasn’t feeling well, the music was too loud so i slept somewhere else,” he mumbled and Sirius blinked.

“Are you alright Moony?” Sirius reached for him again, drawing his hand back a little hurt when Remus flinched.

“Don’t worry about me. Worry about your Ravenclaw girlfriend,” Remus muttered before leaving the room.

“Who’s that sitting with Moony?” Sirius asked begrudgingly. James raised his eyebrows and turned.

“I dunno him. I think he’s in potions with us. Nice Hufflepuff lad, Liam perhaps?”

“Hmm,” he mumbled and turned back to his porridge. Lily scoffed and shook her head.

“You two are ridiculous.”

“Stop it,” Sirius frowned, turning back to them, grimacing when he laughed a little too much, touching Remus’ arm. He got up swiftly.

“Pads…” James reached but Lily stopped him. Sirius strode all the way towards them, his expression lethal.

“Remus,” he stared tartly at the Hufflepuff and he seemed to flinch away, “a word?”

Remus’ eyebrows knit together, then he turned to the Hufflepuff, “I’ll catch you later. I hope you like the book,” He smiled and the Hufflepuff smiled.

“Thanks, catch you later Remus,” he smiled sheepishly at Sirius before hurrying off. Remus turned to Sirius with a frown and followed after him out into the hall.

“That was rude.”

“Oh, you want to lecture me about being rude? Okay Moony, how about you check yourself before you go around pointing fingers?”

“What the fuck are you on about?”

“The fact that you haven’t spoken to me in weeks since that damn party Moony. And don’t give me that bullshit about how it’s not true because you haven’t. You find ways to avoid me even in our own dorm. And you’re out here flirting with everyone…”

“Are you jealous Sirius?” Remus asked, his expression becoming amused, “join the fucking club mate.”

“What the hell is wrong with you?” Sirius shoved him and Remus caught his arms, pressing him into the wall.

“My problem, is you. And how fucking oblivious you are.”

Sirius yanked at Remus’ grip but he was strong. The bloody prick. “You’re so cruel. You’re doing it to make me jealous?”

“You have nothing to be jealous about! You’re dating someone new every other week!” Remus spat, releasing Sirius’ arms when he flinched.

“It’s to forget about you. You fucking arse,” he whispered, hurt marring his features. Remus stumbled backwards, taken aback.

“What?”

“And you call me oblivious,” he scoffed incredulous, “Don’t you get it Moony? You’re so consumed by your own misfortunes and self pity that you dont realize what’s right in front of you. I love you Moony, I always have. I don’t care about all those people fanning all over me. I just want you. I’m too busy being yours to notice anybody else, let alone fall for them. Don’t you get that?” He wiped at his face, sniffling and turning away.

“Sirius I’m… “ Remus paused, reaching for him.

“Im sorry, I… you’re right. There’s no reason to be jealous… we’re not together and…”

“But i want to be. I’ve always wanted to be i just, i didnt know how to tell you Sirius,” Remus reached for his hand, squeezing his fingers softly.

“Are you serious?” he turned to face Remus who smiled softly, brushing a tear away.

“No babe, you’re Sirius,” he chuckled when Sirius rolled his eyes.

“Oh haha. You get to make the joke but i don’t?” he smiled softly, Remus stepped in a little closer.

“I am very serious about being in love with you. I’ve been for so long Pads. I’m sorry i never told you,” he pressed a hand to Sirius’ face, brushing his thumb softly along his jaw.

“I’m sorry i never told you either Moony,” Sirius leaned in, pressing his forehead to Remus’, “and I’m sorry for dating around and I’m sorry for making you jealous..”

“Shh Pads,” Remus chuckled, tilting Sirius chin gently, “shut up and let me kiss you.”

Sirius grinned, a thrill running through him when Remus finally pressed his lips to his.

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