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everyhowlmarksthedead · 3 years

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no kisses needed.

JOHNNY ‘COCO’ CRUZ.

MAYANS MC ┃ USEFUL LINKS

❝ request by @blowmymbackout: reader has a co-worker who just won't take the hint that reader isn't interested and has a bf she tells Coco he picks her up from work confronts the man. Coco is a lil jealous. Co-worker facetimes reader while coco has her in this position (sorry if that didn't make any sense)

❝ words: about 1.2k.

❝ warnings: nsfw, unprotected sex, language, voyeurism (????), coco being a little possessive, mention of bodily fluids.

❝ a / n: as always, don’t forget to comment and reblog if you liked it!

You weren't expecting Coco to pick you up from work today, but you guess he has just done it to see who's the fucker trying to flirt with his girl. The guy is uglier than the back of a fridge, and he feels some comfort in it. But not enough to calm down his jealousy. He —better than anybody— knows that you don't care about a pretty face, you care about a beautiful heart, tho. His insecurities come afloat on your way back home, worrying you because he's more silent than ever, not even getting a response when you whisper in his ear how much you have missed him today after waking up alone.

Coming into your house with his face down, Coco leaves his kutte and both helmets on the coffee table, a second before falling onto your sofa. A leg over it, the other flexed to the floor. Your boyfriend looks at you, thoughtful and very concentrated on the way you have to remove your jacket and walk towards his position. You know exactly what's on his mind and that touches your soul. His demons eat him alive with no mercy. Kneeling a leg between his —placing your phone close to his black helmet—, you lean down with both hands on his chest for balance, landing your lips onto his left ear.

“Can you do something for me?” You hum with such a sweet tone, caressing his cheek with the tip of your nose. And you hear him swallowing slowly. “Fuck me, Coco. I need you so fuckin' much… You can't imagine… Can you do that for me, ah? Can you fuck me so hard I forgot my name but not who I belong to?”

He utters a feral snarl, noticing then that your right hand has made its way to his dick. You grip it over the rough fabric, swinging it with a tortuous pace, fixing your eyes on his. Coco is about to kiss you when you push him down using your left hand.

“I don't want your kisses now”. You whisper accommodating yourself over the delicious rock under his clothes. “I want your dick. I want you to fuck me till I have to beg you to stop”.

How does he manage to roll you down his body? You don't know. But the fact is that, in less than a second, you're lying on your stomach and your boyfriend is removing your sneakers and your jeans. He can't help but lick his lips keenly as he glances at the small spot darkening your panties, the evidence of how wet you are because of him.

“Fuck, ma'...”

Coco rips off the piece of clothing causing you to gasp, while you take off the shirt covering your torso, only leaving the blue bra you're wearing beneath it. He undoes it to throw it to the floor too, sliding an arm under your stomach to make you raise your ass. With his free hand, your boyfriend pulls down his jeans and boxers enough to let his hard cock spring free. He doesn't prepare you. Coco guides his glans to your folds to slam his thick length into your soaked cunt. You moan loud and clear his full name, as he settles his body between your spread legs.

Digging his fingers in your hips, aware that he probably will leave some marks there, he doesn't show any mercy. He hits your guts and your soul once and once with an insane pace that causes you to roll your eyes, nailing your hands on the armrest to find some equilibrium and receive every pound straight to your g-spot without falling over it. Coco is fucking you as hard as you have asked him, blanking your mind and making a mess of your vocals.

And he doesn't stop when your phone starts to ring. The name of your co-worker appearing on the screen. Your boyfriend has the brilliant idea of pulling your hair back by tangling his digits there, bringing his lips to your ear. His other hand grabs your device to put it at the height of your faces, sliding his thumb to answer the video call.

The first thing your partner can see is the pleasure gesture on yours, moaning and screaming Coco's name, not having noticed yet what he is doing until you hear your co-worker calling you.

“Tell him how good I fuck you, ma'”. Your boyfriend demands with such a throaty growl, thrusting his thick and hard length into you, impaling your body against the sofa.

“Shit…” You almost cry. “He fucks me so damn good”.

“That's it… Tell him… Tell him who you belong to”.

You know that he's enjoying it, but you can't answer when your partner hangs up the call. Coco can't help but laugh, tosing your phone to the table, to occupy his hand in a better place. Wrapping it around your throat, your boyfriend forces you to kneel on the cushions, sticking his chest to your back.

“Bet he won't forget”. He grunts into your ear, tilting your head to tuck his tongue within your mouth.

He drinks your pleas, your begs, your gaps, placing your fingers around his wrists, aware that you're not going to last much more because of what has just happened. And he feels it. He feels how your whole anatomy gets tensed with every push to your guts, creating an erotic melody of flesh against flesh. Pulling you down again and gripping your hips, Coco increases the pace of his lungs, giving you more pleasure than you can bear with, still enraged because of that shithead thinking he could have some kind of opportunity with you. You are his. Like your heart, your soul, your thoughts.

“Ah, fuck, baby”. You paint roaring, biting your lips until the metallic taste of blood floods your mouth.

The tickles in your lower belly grow by leaps and bounds, making your heart stop for a brief instant before the orgasm blows out all your senses and the electrical lash roams your back. It takes Coco only two slams more into your soaked pussy to cum inside you, filling you as much as he can press his body against yours. He doesn't feel jealous, nor angry anymore. He simply is too tired after that rough quickly, marking your skin wherever his teeth have reached it.

Loosening his grip bit by bit to pull his wet dick out from you, your boyfriend holds your phone again to take a picture of his warm seed spilling out from your abused lips. A piece of art under his dark eyes. Lying on your back and placing a smooth kiss on top of your head, he shows you the little mess he has done with a proud smile crossing his exhausted mouth.

“Was tha' what you wanted?”

“Uh-huh”. You whisper resting your cheek over your forearms, turning slightly at him. “Did you have fun, Coquito?”

“I always have fun ruining your sweet tight pussy, ma'. I don' even mind if that cabrón wanna come and look the next time”.

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xxsycamore · 3 years

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- Wild like the color blue - [MASAMUNE/READER NSFW]

Rating: E

Word count: 1,995

Relationship: F/M; Masamune/Reader (MC)

Tags: Modern AU, Public sex

Part of @voltage-vixen ‘s Summer of Smut Content Creation Challenge 2.0.

✦ Day 6 - Nighttime skinny dipping ✦

[DAY 1] [DAY 2] [DAY 3] [DAY 4] [DAY 5]

Her ears were still ringing with the noise of people laughing and talking aloud. Giving Masamune's hand a little squeeze, she basked in the relief of having him all to herself again.

He felt it and turned back briefly just so he could shot her a knowing smile. She wasn't aware of where he had decided to lead her, only having told him that she wanted some well-deserved privacy.

Her growing curiosity soon was sated as the large pool came into view. She wowed at the sight of it, now that night has just recently fallen, the nearby lights reflecting on the surface. It was the perfect place to sit and chat for a bit, Masamune always knew best how to comply with her wishes no matter how sudden they were. But something told her he was just as eager to see her alone as she was.

"It was a fantastic day." He was the first to sit down near the pool, starting an idle conversation while beckoning her to occupy his lap. She felt a little shy but couldn't refuse the extra closure.

"Mmhm, it was..." She let her head rest backward on his shoulder, feeling his chest vibrate lowly under her as he chuckled. Remembering the events of the day, a smile bloomed on her lips. It was so good to unwind like that once in a while. Their visit to the beach was filled with lots of fun on its own, with the unplanned encounter with their so-called enemies from Uesugi-Takeda & CO that concluded in a beach volleyball game. For the most part, everything was kept in the lines of friendly rivalry without any hard feelings. Or so she hoped, chuckling on the thought of her hot-headed boyfriend going all out just so he could grab the victory for their team.

"Any chance you're laughing at me right now, lass?"

She opened her eyes startling slightly at the correct prediction Masamune just made. "Hmm, no telling."

"Oh please." He gently tipped her face to the side, peppering the skin of her neck with tiny kisses. "I can always say when you think about me."

A small emission of air broke through her lips, his words sending a shiver alongside where his mouth wandered. Her hands searched for his, grabbing at his forearms as he secured his hold around her waist. His embrace was as always the best, keeping her calm and protected yet nudging her imagination to wander to where things could be taken further. Well, the day could always get even better than it already was, Masamune had taught her over the course of their relationship.

"And sometimes, I can tell exactly what you're thinking, too."

He emphasized his statement by giving her nape a playful bite, making her jolt and squirm in his hold. She didn't want to give in just yet, enjoying the back-and-forth they were engaging into. "And what would that be?"

Masamune hummed lowly, trying to appear more troubled in finding an answer when he surely already had come with one.

"You're thinking of going for a swim with me. Right now."

MC raised an eyebrow in surprise at how much further that idea was from where she thought Masamune would lead things. At last she laughed, letting him kiss more of her skin this time lower where her neck met her cleavage.

"The night is hot and...that actually sounds like it would be really nice."

"So, yes?"

She put her hand on his cheek, caressing it briefly. "I'm not wearing a swimsuit, silly."

Masamune turned his face fully in her palm, letting out his hot tongue and wetting her fingers with it like a kitten's lick. "Neither am I."

She thought it was a sign of defeat, but then Masamune let her stand up before rising up as well and leaving her puzzled. Even more so when all of a sudden he pulled the collar of his shirt over his head, granting MC the sight of his toned abs. He discarded the clothing, immediately continuing with his pants, only stopped by MC's hands hurriedly trying to put an end to the abrupt striptease taking place in front of her eyes.

"What- What are you doing!"

Without missing a beat, Masamune caressed her hand and dragged his pants down at the same time, along with his underwear.

"Eeek!"

"What's up? This surely isn't the first time you're seen me naked?"

It hardly was the first! The brunet had the nerve to joke when her heart was beating out of her chest, eyes shooting concerned looks around her as if there could be a person behind every tree in the area. It could be just her gut (or rather, basic common sense) but she felt eyes on herself and mostly on Masamune as every sane person would, when naked in a public place.

"Lass?"

She turned towards him. "Don't lass me! Are you doing what I think you're doing?"

"What does it look like?" Masamune shortened the distance between them, circling his arms around her waist and pulling her even closer to his very naked torso.

"You're-" She let him toy with the hem of her top, his hands wandering under it and slowly pushing it up. She got the hint. "We're going to swim naked."

"That's right."

"In a public pool, at night."

"Yes, at night." He shot his face down to give her chin a quick kiss. "No one is around." His next kiss landed just at the corner of her mouth. "The boys are busy drinking inside."

She felt her breath being trapped in her throat and released it in the form of a small groan. "They're…noisy."

Masamune grinned against her mouth. "Yes, they're noisy. No chance of hearing anything." He withdrew to look her in the eyes. "See, we're speaking the same language now."

"Masamune…"

Despite her words, her hands that were atop of his slowly guided them down, as if gesturing him to continue his slow act of undressing her. It was all he needed as a reaction to go on, and in the duration of one proper kiss, she was standing in his embrace in full nakedness. She was almost disappointed when he pulled back, but she sensed the way he was pulling her by the hand towards the edge of the pool.

She watched him descend down the ladder, the water's surface kissing his muscular body and making it glisten under the lights situated in the walls of the pool. His single eye held her gaze as he lifted a hand over the water to beckon her with it. "Don't be shy now, come join me."

She bit on her lip, hands nervously running her sides. She breathed in, threw one last look to her surroundings, and then ran straight for a jump.

Masamune was surprised but welcomed her with happy laugher as she came up on the surface just beside him. He helped her put her wet hair out of her face and kissed it all over. "There we go."

"Mm, it was worth it after all. I don't know what can get me out of this pool."

He laughed anew at her stubborn statement and caressed her sides, loving the feeling of her naked skin over the weight of the water. "That definitely won't be me, you have my word."

She pushed herself more into him, leaning on his body. "I bet, after all the negotiations you went through just to get me in."

"But I always win at the end, don't I?" He whispered in her ear. His hands crept down to her backside, his large palms naturally falling on her asscheeks. He definitely liked holding her close like that, he wanted this moment to stretch on forever.

"Mm…you do."

And maybe she did, too. She had her face shoved between his shoulder blade and his neck, grazing it briefly with her teeth. It was making him crazy, everything in her did. He bent a little more and put an arm under her knees, lifting her effortlessly until he could carry her freely in the water.

"M-Masamune?"

"Let's go over here." They moved to the far side of the pool. Masamune stepped in until her back was touching the pool's wall, and he slowly let go of her. "Here, put your arms on the edge. You'll be able to relax your body more."

She did exactly as he told her, marveling in the pleasant feeling of being carried by the water alone. Masamune moved between her legs, occupying the space in an intimate manner that MC didn't fail to catch on.

"Kitten, be fair with me. Do you want me right now?"

The question came out of nowhere, leaving her gasping and with no room to deny it. Masamune's eye was already looking in the depths of her soul where the answer would be laid out clearly for him. Just in case it wasn't reliable enough…

"Yes. I do…"

Masamune held his serious demeanor for a second more, before chuckling at her, sliding his hand over the length of her leg. "Hooh, you didn't deny it. I was about to say, well then, let me check for myself…"

He showed her the meaning of those words by sliding that same hand further up her leg until it reached the apex of her tights. He found wetness under his fingers.

"And there is it."

"As if you needed proof…"

Masamune smirked, putting his other hand into action and handling her tights until they were spread open. Masamune leaned down until her aching wetness was centimeters away from his face, right over the water.

"Let's take it slow, kitten. I wanna hear you make those long-dragging moans for me."

It surely didn't take long for Masamune to make his own wish come true. As soon as he made his first lick along her slit, she mewled out his name, bucking on his strong hold. She was glad he held her in place because his tongue made her jolt and squirm each and every time it was wandering just near her nethers. And the combined stimulation of the water and the slight thrill of doing all of it right there in the open could be blamed for the steadily increasing volume of her moans. Masamune basked in the pleasure of driving her to slow madness so soon, his heart was beating crazily with just how much more he was willing to give. He sucked gently on her clit, knowing that every small movement right now could take her to her peak.

"D-don’t stop, please, more, please…Ah!!"

He complied, enclosing his plush lips on the small nub and giving MC all the stimulation she needed and more. Her body arched off the water, full-on display and completely given over to Masamune's strong hands that were playing her finely.

A strong moan of his name tore through the crisp night air as she convulsed and came on Masamune's mouth. He didn't stop until she didn't have anything more to give him, holding her in place and letting her ride through a long orgasm that felt as satisfying to his ears as if it were one of his own.

They stayed in pleasant silence for a couple of moments, with her recently steadied breath constantly stolen away from Masamune's hungry kisses. Her belly was tightening in anticipation as she was well knowing of what was about to come next, her beast of a boyfriend already readjusting himself in between his legs. He made her put her arms around his neck, grabbing securely into him as he put his forehead to hers.

"I love you."

"I love you too, Masamune. Only you can make me do something as crazy as this…"

He couldn't resist the urge to peck her lips in adoration, holding her impossibly close to himself at that moment.

"That’s good. Because I don't plan on stopping anytime soon."

#Ikemen Sengoku #Ikesen #ikesen masamune #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikesen fanfic #ikesen smut #summer of smut #summer of smut content creation challenge

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juminsmysticmc · 3 years

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Hi there, can you do a rfa+saran and V if they caught the MC while she’s watching adult videos? Thanks, your blog is great

RFA + Minor Duo catching a Mc watching Adult Videos ⚠️ HIGHLY NSFW⚠️

This is allowed to be...sexy/ smutty, right…? Cause I won’t hold back! PS. Once again I wrote this while my mom was in the room, lmao don’t get caught you all! I didn’t expect this to become so long...

Jumin

It was late when you got the message from Jumin saying that he won’t come home.

This was the third time in a row that Jumin didn’t come home at night and even through you knew he was innocent, you just had to calm the urge for sex. You wanted Jumin’s warm hands on your body, his tongue on your skin, and voice in your ears. However, once again it didn’t happen and all that was left for you was to stop that urge yourself.

,,Lovely cat, wait outside,’’ you smiled as you closed the door and dimmed the room.

You were kind of excited.

You hadn’t done that in a long time.

You quickly typed in something smutty and searched for the longest and smuttiest video.

Earphones weren’t needed since you knew that you were alone.

The video began with a man sucking on a woman’s clit, making you wet immediately.

You wished for Jumin to do the same, just like he did the last time both of you were intimate...

,,Ough….’’ you groaned as your index finger stroked your clit in a rotating movement.

You began to pant louder and so did the woman in the video.

You wanted to feel something on your nipples, but couldn’t take your hand from your wet pussy while the other hand was holding your phone.

The video suddenly became louder and so did you.

It wouldn’t have been a problem if you were alone, but you weren’t.

Thinking that someone was in your room, Jumin opened the door, a bit scared of the outcome.

Seeing you naked on the bed, masturbating however, changed the whole situation.

,,You don’t need these videos if you have me…’’ he grunted with a smirk on his face.

Jumin loosened his tie as he approached you.

The excitement of seeing your husband horny made you even wetter. You wanted to feel him, you wanted him to tell you how good you were, and how much he loved you…

While your thoughts were going crazy, your husband took your phone out of our left hand and pushed away the right hand that was currently rubbing your clit.

His wet tongue sucked on your bundle of nerves while you almost screamed his name.

Finally you could touch your nipple and it felt so good….

,,I know that you like it, little kitty…’’ he said in a low voice, making you finally scream his name.

,,The next time you have the urge to watch these videos, call me instead or come to my office, I will make you feel even better…’’ he smiled as he kissed you, making you feel yourself.

You sighed when you finally felt your husband’s dick on your vulva.

Finally your time was coming...

Zen

,,Okay, see you later!’’ you said on the phone and cut the call.

You were a bit disappointed.

Of course you wanted to hide that in your voice, but apparently you failed.

You didn’t know yet that Zen actually planned to come home because he had a feeling that you were sad.

You weren’t sure of what to do now and so you decided to make things a bit hotter…

You quickly made a warm bath and took your laptop, putting it on the outside of the bathtub.

You quickly typed in ,,Threesome’’ and then put away your clothes and went to search for the dildo you bought a few months ago.

The sexlife between you and Zen was amazing, but right now you needed something to drive away that disappointment.

And so the video began to play.

A man began to ram his penis into a woman’s ass while a third woman began to lick the first one.

This wasn’t really your taste, but currently it made you very hot. With one hand you began to massage your breast, playing with your nipples as the other hand slowly stroked your skin.

From your abdomen down to your vulva and slowly your clit and your insides.

When things became hotter in the porn itself, your hand reached for the dildo, pushing it slowly into your pussy.

,,Ahhh….’’ you groaned as you laid your head back, slowly searching for your G-Spot.

Your eyes went back to your laptop, seeing that now the other woman was being fucked while the second one was being fingerfucked.

Just when you thought you could cum, the door suddenly opened.

,,OH MY GOD!’’ you yelled and took your hands away.

The high ride made you pant as you looked to the door.

Zen was blushing as the video kept playing with all three people in the video giving sexy sounds.

,,You’re watching this… without me… you drive me crazy,’’ he moaned and took off his shirt and pants, joining you as he grinned, his growing dick at your pussy.

You smiled as you moved your hips up, ready to feel his touch with his hands on your abdomen, wandering up to your breasts.

,,Water sex is the best,’’ he laughed as he positioned his dick at your entrance.

,,Better than drinking?’’ you asked him as your hand moved to his chest, feeling his heartbeat.

,,Much better, mhhghg…’’ he laughed as he got aroused even more at your wet touch.

He pushed himself into you and felt your walls vibrating. The water was splashing all over the floor as he kept ramming into you, his fingers now in your mouth as you began to moan louder and louder.

,,You feel so good...mhhh. Thank God I came home,’’ he laughed and kissed you, making you orgasm a few seconds later.

Yoosung

Yoosung may have seemed innocent and cute, but this boy did things in bed you never would expect to experience.

Indeed, even through at first it was something embarassing, with time, you and Yoosung enjoyed your sex more also as a kind of activity.

But still, sometimes you simply needed time for yourself and your body, just like today.

It was just perfect that he had to work till late and so you put on your headphones as you sat on your comfortable couch.

Your fingers quickly opened Google where you began to surf privately and search for a good video.

It was a roleplay one.

It began with the man licking the woman’s breasts and so your hands moved up to massage your nipples.

,,Mhh…’’ you moaned as you could see in the video how the man stroked the woman’s wet pussy.

,,Yoosung… I need you…’’ you whispered as you wished for his touch.

Your hand slowly wandered down below your panties and began to stroke your cunt.

You were so wet.

You began to hold the phone stronger as you saw how the man quickly began to fuck the woman in the video.

,,I need to massage my nipples again…’’ you gasped when suddenly someone touched the pink nipples.

,,AHH-’’ you gasped in fear and ecstasy as the touch made you even wetter.

,,It’s me,’’ Yoosung groaned into your ear as he kept playing with them, his fingers around them twisting them around.

You could hear how he unzipped his jeans and was apparently stroking himself behind the couch.

You moaned again as you finally entered yourself, just the imagination making you shiver.

,,Let’s come together, dirty girl,’’ he laughed as you indeed felt your walls vibrate.

You rested your head on the couch as you looked Yoosung over you, he also breathed as he came on your couch.

,,Should we watch together…?’’ he asked you and laughed when he saw you nodding.

Quickly, the blonde man walked around the couch and you could see his penis moving with every step.

Your husband took your phone as he connected the video on the TV so that it was much bigger on screen.

One of his hands was around his sex while the other one was resting on your pussy.

A new video began with a woman doing a blowjob.

The wet sounds from the video mixed together with your sounds as Yoosung began to play with your pussy and his two fingers, making you breathe harder and quicker.

,,Yoosung~’’ you whined and massaged your tits with both hands.

That was when he let go of his dick and got on his knee, ready to eat you out.

You could see how the man began to come on the woman’s face and so did you, riding your orgasm as Yoosung licked you up.

,,We should do this regularly,’’ he laughed as he began to touch himself again...

Jaehee

It was a Monday afternoon when Jaehee came back from grocery shopping.

Your store was closed on mondays so this was the day the both of you usually used to do some private stuff, like visit a doctor or go shopping.

Well, as for you, you felt hot ever since Jaehee left the shared bed this morning and at some point you couldn’t handle it anymore and just began to watch an adult video.

It was, to be honest, your favorite video.

Two women on the bed, a strap between them as the one over the blonde woman moved her hips, making the woman below moan.

Her nipples were touched and licked, kisses flew, and both of them touched each other.

You wished for Jaehee to watch it with you so much but you knew that this wasn’t the kind of thing she liked.

You even thought that she was too embarrassed to watch these kinds of things with you and so you never asked her. Instead, you did these kinds of things on your own, digging your fingers deep into your pulsing pussy.

,,Ahh...mhhh….ouhhh…’’ you gasped for air, just like they did in the video.

What you didn’t know was that Jaehee stood behind the door, her eyes never left your body as she saw and heard what you were doing.

Her hands eventually ended up in her pants too as you almost reached your orgasm with a video.

She felt embarrassed, but at the same time so good….

Suddenly, Jaehee began to groan too after you moaned, making you notice that there was someone else in the apartment.

,,Jaehee...come in~~’’ you grinned and gasped.

A red flushed Jaehee entered the room.

Her fingers were wet.

,,Come here,’’ you smiled and waited until she reached you to start another porn, this time she was stroking your clit and you finger fucking her slippery pussy.

,,I never thought you would do this with me,’’ you laughed as you watched her spread her legs even wider, turning red.

,,Me neither…’’ she mumbled and groaned.

You moaned and looked over to the video playing. One woman was riding her girlfriend’s face.

Suddenly you felt Jaehee’s wet lips around your nipples, making you gasp for air.

Her fingers also reached your G-Spot, making you scream even louder.

Your girlfriend laughed as she pulled away her fingers and instead rubbed her pussy against yours.

,,Jaehee, I can feel how wet you are,’’ you laughed and came up, now sitting on the bed.

You tried to ride on the bed while she sat on you, feeling that your orgasm was near.

Jaehee pushed her lips on you while her hands played with your tits, your hands on her back, trying to pull her even stronger to you.

,,I want you to come,’’ you laughed, the video was still playing beside the both of you, but you guys were even louder.

,,Let’s come together, ahhh…’’ Jaehee whined and threw her head back as she felt coming with you…

Saeyoung

Even though you tried your best hiding that you were sometimes rubbing yourself with such videos, Saeyoung found out as soon as he opened your internet logs.

He could see everything you searched for and could see everything you opened, noticing that you had an oral fetish.

And so, Saeyoung decided that he wanted to catch you doing it.

However, it took you a bit until you felt the warm feeling between your legs because your husband never let you go somewhere or even go to bed with horny feelings… But finally, what he was waiting for happened. As soon as he noticed in the middle of the night that you opened a new Internet page and went on private searching, he slowly walked over to the room you were currently staying in.

He saw how you pulled your pants down as your hands slowly wandered down to your sex. You immediately began to pant as your finger touched your wetness between your legs.

Your finacé, however, soon enough noticed how hard it was too watch you watching a porn on your own or to even listen to the moans from your screen and see you get aroused as another man had sex in the video.

He decided to just enter the room. It was something that made you shriek crazily.

,,Let me join you, or, let’s do one on our own!’’ he laughed and approached you, opening his phone and beginning to video tape him eating out your beautiful pink pussy.

You gasped as you put your own phone next to you on the pillow.

Saeyoung gave you his phone while you recorded him with trembling hands.

His hands slowly wandered down your body and then went down again, just to move into your sex as you were eaten out.

You gasped louder when he apparently reached your favorite spot. However, he left you like that on your hard drive and instead flipped you over.

,,Ah, Saeyoung...mhh…’’ you moaned as he positioned your ass a bit higher and began now to eat you out from behind, touching your tits as you supported yourself on the bed.

,,Please… enter me now… I need you….’’ you whined and in the next moment heard him thrusting himself into you, grunting as his fingers dug into your skin.

You began to groan louder as he hit your butt cheeks.

,,You’re not videotaping me anymore,’’ he laughed and kissed your back, wandered up and down on your skin.

,,I can’t…’’ you whined and began to fingerfuck yourself.

,,You’re so good…’’ he laughed when he finally came into you….

Saeran

To be honest, it wasn’t the first time that Saeran saw you touching yourself to some videos.

He just never approached you while doing anything since he was scared that he would bug you.

Even worse, was his fear for not being good enough that you had to touch yourself.

But today, it was different.

The video played as you moaned in your bedroom, your body naked on the sheets as your legs were opened widely while you watched the sexy video.

,,Ahhh..oh dear…’’ you laughed as you almost came again.

You didn’t know that today, Saeran too observed and touched himself.

His hand moved quicker when he noticed your gasps and suddenly he whimpered, making you look straight into his eyes from the little space that was left between door and wall..

,,Wanna join…?’’ you asked him as you moaned loudly, the video ended and another was loading, it began with moanings sounds right away, making your heart beat quicker, and Saeran apparently felt the same.

And so he shyly nodded and slowly approached you, beginning to kiss you. You turned the phone so that he could watch it too and quickly his dick grew harder.

,,Why do you keep watching this…?’’ he asked you.

,,Don’t know…’’ you mumbled embarrassed and began to stoke him, making his dick twitch.

The man in the video was penetrating another man, Saeran watched the video as you again began to gasp for air.

At some point you somehow took his hand and placed it between your warm legs.

Saeran grew red again as his fingers slowly began to dig into you, feeling your walls pulling him deeper inside.

,,You...you react so well to it…’’ he commented.

,,Just because you’re here too…’’ you told him and took your hand away from his dick to massage your breast.

Saeran kept watching the video, and even though a man was doing a blowjob on another, he dared to ask you if he could eat you out.

You nodded in excitement, you couldn’t await until his hot lips touched your wet spot.

,,Agh…, Saeran… you’re doing it so well…’’ you smiled down at him as he pushed his tongue deeper inside.

He slowly began to enjoy the feeling and decided to become just like in the videos, a little bit braver.

You moved your hips up and down and suddenly you felt that his hand was on your butt, massaging you from behind.

You also enjoyed this kind of touch.

The video ended and another played again, Saeran shortly looked up to check what was coming now.

,,You know, that you are just good the way you are…?’’ you asked him and smiled, as you gasped again.

He nodded and placed himself behind your asshole, pumping his dick inside of you.

You screamed his name louder as you felt your body react to it.

His fingers kept playing with your pussy as he felt something coming, his orgasm.

You were also high on your orgasm and at some point just collapsed on the bed, panting loud and happily.

,,I should begin to watch them too…’’ he smiled and laid down next to you, kissing your lips as you slowly closed your eyes.

Jihyun

The face Jihyun made was the best when he heard and saw what you were doing.

He observed every movement of yours, your body covered in sweat on his chair as you watched a porn video on his laptop.

Your legs were opened widely and you were in a strange position, which made it possible for him to see your pussy, drenched in cum as you already did it for the second time.

From his laptop, odd panting and wet sounds were coming out. Apparently they made you feel even better, because you just looked like you looked when he did a love act with you.

The mint haired boy quickly took his camera and began to videotape you as you watched the porn with a look in your eyes he never saw. Was it passion? Or was it just your horny eyes as you watched a couple having sex on the beach?

Without him expecting it, when you suddenly reached your G-Spot, he groaned too, making you take away all your hands when you noticed that you weren’t alone anymore.

Quickly, since it was getting fired up, Jihyun entered the room, in his hands still on the video camera where he filmed what you were doing just a few moments ago.

,,You didn’t ask me for my consent,’’ you said as you watched what he was doing.

,,Sorry… I… I couldn’t miss it,’’ he confessed, turning red. But not just his face changed, in his pants something too changed, and you were the cause of it.

,,Come closer and get your punishment, bad boy,’’ you smiled and made him put the camera on the drawer so it could see you both.

In the porn, the woman was sitting on a chair while the man fucked her while standing.

Jihyun quickly understood that you wanted him to do the same, and so he quickly got rid of the clothes he was wearing and placed himself in front of your entrance, riding you on his chair.

You were holding your legs open widely as he pushed himself deeper into you.

The chair moved on it’s own, making Jihyun hold the chair behind you so that you wouldn’t fall.

,,Oh… you are… so fucking good~oh my god, mhhh yeah…!’’ you giggled and moaned, rolling your eyes.

He softly began to bite your nipples and looked to his laptop to check if the man was also still riding the woman.

But by now they changed position in the video and the man was fuckin the woman against the wall.

Without thinking, Jihyun took your naked body in his arms and pushed you against a wall. He then rammed himself into you, your legs around his body as he supported you with his hands on your ass.

You began to kiss his neck and gave him a hickey, but Jihyun didn’t care. All he wanted to achieve right now was making you cum on his swollen dick…

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Aaaaaa Thank You so much for the looooooooooooong wait! I was too occupied and writer's block makes me tired more than ever 😭. Thank you so much for the request @ashavazesa ❤❤❤❤❤

A/N: I don't really take ALL Southeast Asia countries in this as I'm not really familiar with it. If you have questions regarding the culture, you may PM me or comment here ❤. Or you may google it, especially Butod 😏.

Lords x Southeast Asia Culture

Nobunaga - Hungry Ghost Festival (Malaysia / Singapore)

-It is a festival to honor the dead and so the gate from hell is opened.

-Mitsuhide: Most probably when the gate from hell is open, there will be Hideyoshi, practically running here and there upon his arrival ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^).

-Masamune: Exactly. With the red carpet and rose petals. Heh.

-Hideyoshi: ಠ_ಠ.... Still- Nobunaga-sama's presence itself is majestic, so I have to agree with both of you *cough*

-Mitsunari: But I don't understand.. Hideyoshi-sama is kind, why would he be in hell (´；д；`)?

-Hideyoshi: Now, now, Mitsunari. Not everyone will go to heaven easily.

-Mitsuhide: Indeed. One of the main reasons why he goes to hell is because he sister-zoned every maiden in the world.

-Hideyoshi: H E Y (　☉д⊙)!

-Back to Nobunaga: I demand my offering to be a pack of armies, thousands of konpeitos, and MC's candid pictures 😏😏😏😏.

-Shingen: How indecent. To hell with you 😒.

-Kennyo: Go somewhere else, don't take my place 😒.

-Nobunaga: Excuse me? Hell would not be yours as I am the Demon King

-Kennyo: Excuse you 😒. My sin is bigger than yours.

-MC: Is it me or is this a White Girls Sengoku Version ಠ_ಠ?

-Ieyasu: ...Why would anyone want to fight over hell in the first place =_=?

Hideyoshi - Everyone is Addressed as Boss / Uncle / Aunty (Malaysia)

-So he went to a restaurant..

-"Boss. What do you want to order?"

-He look left. And right.

-"Eh Boss. You want to order or not?"

-"Huh? M-me??"

-Then he went to a public place, and his wallet fell from his pocket,

-"Uncle. Excuse me."

-Uncle-- WHAT- He is not THAT OLD-- "Wh- Wha??"

-"Aiya Uncle. Your wallet. Later people take your money how?"

-"Uh--" What kind of language is that anyway??

-Sasuke: If you are wondering what kind of language they speak, it is called as 'Manglish', Hideyoshi-san.

-Hideyoshi: Ma- Ma what?

-Sasuke: Manglish. Malaysian + English casual ways of talking to someone.

-Random person: Eh Boss, excuse me. Do you want to enter or not? If not please move lah! You are blocking the door!

-Hideyoshi: ........*Stressed 101*

Masamune - Butod (Sago Grub) (Malaysia - Sabah)

-Le butod: *Wiggle wiggle wiggle* OwO

-And MC: *FAINTS*

-"So this is a.. Grub from sago tree, you say? And it is recommended to be eaten raw."

-"It looks like MC when she was struggling to get away from my grip when I try to kiss her."

-MC, who has fainted, woke up "Excuse me?? Are you saying that I am-"

-Butod: *Wiggle Wiggle on Masamune's Palm* OwO

-MC: *gasssppp* 😱😱😱😱 YOU..! DON'T TOUCH ME WITH THAT HAND TONIGHT ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥A˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚!

-Masamune: Eeeeh but why? *Pulls its head and eat it raw* Hmm.. Taste like chicken.

-MC: .....*Takes a bottle of sake and shove it into his mouth* Wash it down with this! WASH IT WITH T H I S!

-Masamune: MMMMF 😵😵😵😵!!

Mitsuhide - Chinese New Year Celebrations (Malaysia / Singapore)

-He was offered with lots of CNY treats and of course, he ate it without refusing it.

-Only to get the bewildered reactions from the people around him when he mixed the rice + fish + dumplings + sweet rice balls + spring rolls + glutinous rice cake in one bowl and eat it like nobody's business.

-Hideyoshi: Even if you can't taste it, don't eat it in that way (　☉д⊙)!!

-"Why Hideyoshi? This foods represents luck, you see. I need this luck so I can always escape from your endless 'love' ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)."

-Learned about Ang Pow.

-"So you will give away money if you are married, and will receive it if you are not married. I see..."

-MC: What's wrong, Mitsuhide?

-"Hmm? Oh, I was just concerned about Hideyoshi. Because he will give away Ang Pows throughout his life." *Shakes his head* "That's what he gets when he sister-zoned everyone."

-Hideyoshi: ʕʘ̅͜ʘ̅ʔ.....

Ieyasu - Sambal (Hot Relish made with veggies / fruits and spices) (Indonesia)

-At first he was skeptical.

-Until he put some in his dish.

-Cues Ieyasu hugging the Sambal Jar.

-Growls when Masamune said "Can I have a look what they put inside-- Hey, hey, I said I want to have a look, not that I will eat it, lad. Calm down."

-Nobunaga, the usual demon on your shoulder: It's that precious, hmm? So you'd rather choose that than MC?

-MC: Please don't make me an option between food, Nobunaga ಠ_ಠ.

-Mitsuhide: Or maybe.. You can eat her by pouring all over her ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)?

-MC: I will become a living swollen red bell pepper, no thanks (눈‸눈).

Mitsunari - Vietnam and the amount of motorcyclists on the road (Vietnam)

-The gangs be all flustered with their surroundings, especially Hideyoshi.

-"Stay close, all of you! It's dangerous!"

-Masamune & Mitsuhide: Yes mom ( ͡^ ͜ʖ ͡^)~

-Hideyoshi: Who is your MOM (　☉д⊙)??

-Sasuke: It's alright, they say you can cross it casually as they will automatically avoid you.

-Hideyoshi: Impossible, isn't it dangerous? Besides, it's too close one after another!

-Sasuke: Here, let me give you an example. *Gives Mitsunari a book and whispered "You may cross now."*

-Our pure angel be like "O3O ooooh~~" And there he goes, walking straight ahead, with head buried in a book.

-Meanwhile, Hideyoshi: *Were pulled by both Masa and Mitsuhide* GAHH LET GO OF ME! MITSUNARIIIII \(Q A Q)/!!!! *GASP* NOOO NOBUNAGA-SAMA DON'T CROSS THE ROAD WHILE EATING YOUR KONPEITOOO!!!

-And Ieyasu, who has been watching Mitsunari who crossed the road safely to the other side: TCH. There's no one that hit him (•ˋ _ ˊ•).

Kenshin: 5 People on one Motorcycle (Indonesia)

-The first thing that he ask Sasuke was...

-"What is that?"

-Sasuke: Oh, as you can see, Kenshin-sama. Some people from a poor family will ride their motorcycle altogether as one. And so,.. Kenshin-sama?

-"Bringing the motorcycle back to the past would cause unnecessary scene, but an idea of 5 people in one ride is not bad. Hm."

-"Imagine, when you go to the battlefield, with 5 people in one horse, you can kill 5 people at one time."

-"Also, if they bring sake supplies, and 1 person hold one sake each, and there's 10 horses, I would've get 500 bottles in an hour."

-Them: ........

-Sasuke: Can't do, Kenshin-sama. Please pity our horse and if you work here, in this era, please don't be a math teacher. You will give a bad example in your class.

-Kenshin: Don't stop what I want to do, Sasuke (눈‸눈). Fine. Let's change that 5 person into me, and the killed people to Shingen instead. So it will be 5 of me, killing Shingen in one strike.

-Shingen: Psssh. If I were you, there will be 5 of me on one horse, so all of us can kiss MC in one go 😏✨✨✨.

-Yukimura: PLEASE STOP GAH MY BRAIN @A@

Shingen - Thailands... and their Kathoey (Thailand)

-Welp. His eyebrows wouldn't stop wiggling here and there to every pretty woman that he spotted.

-'Woman'. Heh.

-Sasuke about to warn him but Kenshin hold him back.

-"Let's teach him a lesson." He said. "It will be interesting." He said.

-And so they go to one place for dinner, when they were surrounded by a bunch of pretty women.

-"Hey handsome~~ wanna have fun with us?"

-Yukimura: Eh- uh- eh- I- I- o//////o

-"Oh come on~~~ *grope*"

-Yukimura: *Genuine Girlish Voice* KYAAAAAAAAA!!! *Fainted with foams*

-Shingen: Now, now, you girls are pretty attempting, but we need to fill our empty stomachs first, you see?

-He was occupied in talking to the girls when Sasuke whispered something to one of them without him realizing it. Then the girl went to Shingen's side, hugging his arm, "Please~ have fun with us~~ I will give you a reward if you say 'Yes'~"

-Shingen, playing along: Oooh? What would that be?

-Le girl, changing her voice into a manly one, "A lick of my lollipop, bro."

-And he fainted next to Yukimura. With foams in his mouth too.

Yukimura - Bali and their.... 'Souvenirs' (Indonesia)

-The first thing that came out from his mouth when he arrived at Bali is "Wh- wh- wh- r-romantic island?? Wh- who would show their intimacy in public--"

-*Shriek to a statue with a peculiar s*x position*

-*Shriek to almost everything*

-*Got stuck in one place until Sasuke had to pulled him out from the shop*

-Sasuke: Forgive me, bro. It's Shingen-sama's idea to enter this shop. It's normal for you to be culture shocked as one of their famous souvenirs is wee wee keychains (´・д・｀).

-"Don't say that casually OAO!"

-MC, takes one wee wee display and called out for him, "Yukimura~ come here for a sec. Look! Your wee wee (✿❛◡❛)!"

-"MMMMMCCCCCC ୧( ಠ////Д////ಠ )୨!!!!"

-Also Yukimura: *Gasp* This shop sells your kind! *Points at the restaurant that displays Rolling Pig*

-Scene of Yukimura got slapped by MC unfolds.

Sasuke - Sarawak's Blowpipe (Malaysia - Sarawak)

-Tour guide: One of the ethnicities in Sarawak is Iban people. They are known to hunt their prey with a blowpipe, which contained with a poison-coated needle.

-Sasuke: Oooh. *looks at the blowpipe* It's like detective conan but a poisoned needle ones (´・д・｀)✨✨✨

-Tour guide:

-Others:

-Tour guide: Would you like to give a try?

-Sasuke: Yes please (´・д・｀)✨✨✨ which target should I shoot it with?

-Tour guide: The balloon, next to the pole in front of you ☺.

-Sasuke: Okay. *Takes a deep breath*

-Kenshin:.......*monotonous voice* Ah, a mosquito. *Kicks Shingen to make him land in front of Sasuke*

-Shingen: H-Hey-- OAO

-Sasuke: Mmf- *Instantly pushed the pipe to shoot something else*

-*Stab*

-Mitsunari who happens to pass by: Hmm? Oh my, I don't remember this book has a needle attached to it (ㆁᴗㆁ✿).

-Other tour members: EEEEEKKKK 😱😱😱

-Ieyasu who also happens to be not to far from the group: Tch. Books from the future must not to be underestimated ಠ_ಠ. It's too thick.

#ikemen sengoku #ikemen sengoku imagines #ikemen sengoku mc #ikemen sengoku hideyoshi #ikemen sengoku masamune #ikemen sengoku mitsuhide #ikemen sengoku kenshin #ikemen sengoku nobunaga #ikemen sengoku mitsunari #ikemen sengoku shingen #ikemen sengoku sasuke #ikemen sengoku ieyasu #ikemen sengoku yukimura

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Time Bomb

III.

I. | II.

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 3.2k Warning: angst, trauma, panic attack Summary: OHSY Chapter 13 rewrite with the trauma we should have had.

A/N: I was going to have this be one long fic but it read just as jumpy as the canon chapter so imma split it up into 3-4 parts. I’ve been sitting on this for weeks and not really happy with it but yolo it’s as good as it’s gonna get! Enjoy 💗

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III.

Following an all-too-short lunch with Jackie, Becca reposed in the residents lounge for the rest of the day, alone, save for the somewhat reassuring chime of silence which was suspended throughout the room, and a riveting new journal that she held in her hands as she waited on labs to come back for her only patient, Farley.

Esme stepped inside the newly renovated room, closing the thick wooden door behind her and spinning a pen anxiously between her fingers. The atmosphere changed immediately - whatever calmness Becca found in this modern solitude vanished with her enigma of an intern’s presence. She moved to sit across from Becca without saying a word.

The two of them sat there in complete silence for a bit. The only sound was the rattling of the central heating from behind the ceiling panels and the taps of the pen Esme was still spinning between her hands.

Becca folded the article on her lap. She couldn’t focus on it anyway.

“Esme? Everything okay?”

It was impossible to miss the sullen look on Esme’s face - as if the weight of the world was resting on her shoulders and crushing her completely. She looked at Becca for a long moment, never meeting her eyes. Esme’s stare scanned the resident before her; the one resident responsible for her mentorship, the one she’s supposed to trust, the one who’s known to have faced great ethical dilemmas. All Esme could see was the same struggle staring back at her - only worse.

“Not really,” she huffs, crumpling back into the couch cushion. “It's Levi. His situation... it's really getting to me.” She took a pause to lick her dry lips. Then dove into the guilt eating away at her, “He's in so much pain every minute of every day. He's miserable, Becca. His whole life is agony, and he can't even tell anyone. I put my stethoscope to his chest a few days ago, and he teared up.”

Becca could tell Esme was trying not to cry, hiding her emotions behind the brick wall her angry tone provided. Trying to be strong. For whom had yet to be determined.

“Could you live like that?”

“Honestly…” Becca sighed as she bit her cheek, “I don't know.”

The last two weeks had Becca contemplating her own existence more than ever - a unwarranted side effect of escaping death. And in all those restless hours she hadn’t settled on a solid statement. She hadn’t found the right words to completely encompass and make sense of the endless agony tearing her apart.

She wished she could have switched places with Danny and Bobby; it was her fault they got caught in the crossfire. But Becca was selfish. So selfish for not wanting to die.

Rebecca Carolina Lao did not want to die. She could not die.

She’d worked hard her entire life - devoted her youth to her studies and cultivating the best resume she could. Her life had only just begun. She finally had the career of her dreams and…

What else is there to live for?

Those around her. Her friends. Her family miles away.

She couldn’t leave them. What would her mom be like if she had died without saying goodbye? She was strong but no one is strong enough to bury their child. Would she have her buried, or cremated and kept close to her heart? How would her roommates cope with the loss of another friend? How would they cope with taking on her share of the bills on top of inevitably losing their jobs in a few months? Who would pack up all her stuff and where would it all go?

Becca didn’t know any of these answers because she wasn’t in that position.

Through all of her pain, she fought like hell to stay.

As she sat in front of Esme, Becca’s mind briefly wandered to what it would be like to be in Levi’s position. If she couldn’t hold anyone’s hand anymore, or hold a pen or a book without pain… or kiss Ethan…

Would she be strong enough to live without everything she holds dear?

No.

She could not imagine her life ending any time soon.

“So what do I do for him, Becca? How do I help?”

The pen stopped rotating and the heating system lulled to a dull hum.

“You try... To respect his wishes,” she said with a resolute nod. “That could mean finding new experimental treatments, or it could mean accepting the fact that he doesn't want any more surgeries, even if you think they might help. He doesn't have any good choices right now. You have to make sure he knows you care about him first and foremost.”

The damaged girls looked at one another. The words settled and the air shifted.

Esme balled her fists against the loose fabric of her scrubs at her thighs. “Yeah... that makes sense.”

“Levi's been through a lot, and it makes sense that he doesn't want to get his hopes up for no reason. But it's your job to try to get him well.”

“I just wish I believed we could actually do that. Fix him.” Esme sniffled and wiped her eyes on her sleeve, straightening up resolutely.

Becca’s eyes softened. She remembered how it felt with her first terminal patients. That absolute helplessness didn’t compare - not any more.

The thing about being terminal - the silver lining - is foresight. People with incurable conditions have time to come to terms with dying. They have time to make amends. They have time to live the rest of their days on their terms. They have time to say goodbye.

Unlike Danny and Bobby.

Esme rose to her feet, wild determination in her eyes. “Levi's an amazing guy. I'm gonna help him... somehow.”

“He is,” a small smile pricked the corners of Becca’s lips. “I'm glad he has you to look after him.”

“Thanks, Becca. This really helped.” The standoffish intern smiled back and headed off towards her mission.

And once again Becca was left alone in eerie silence.

***

Stir crazy and mind bouncing too much for the walls of the small lounge to handle, Becca decided to make laps around the hospital. She spent the rest of her afternoon reacquainting herself with the wards and spending time comforting premature babies in the NICU.

Babies.

How can you be sad around babies? So full of life and promise...

Becca was walking past the E.R. on her way to check on Farley when she ran into Ethan.

His face lit up when he saw her; she looked better. She had pulled her hair back into a neater bun and there was a ghost of a smile present among her features. Looking up at him there seemed to be a glow about her, glowing in the faint way that only someone with a new lease on life could. Maybe Ethan was wrong. Maybe she did need to come back to work and face her fears head on. Maybe what was best for her was the distraction and promise of doing good. For once he hoped beyond all hope that his assessment would be proven wrong.

The sweet coloring in his eyes sparkled and the small cracks of crow's feet peeping at the corners sent a joyful warmth throughout Becca’s body. Just the sight of him gave her enough purchase to let out a large gust of air and with it most of her reserved tension.

Ethan.

He was here and she was safe.

For a fraction of a moment they both forgot they were still in the hospital.

“I've just been with your landlord,” he said slightly softer than his normal cadence, giving them both reason to stand closer in the busy lobby.

“How is he?” Becca shoved her hands deep into the pockets of her coat, keeping herself from reaching out to him in such a public place.

Their eyes never strayed from one another. The sparkle in his azure’s matched the glow of her heart as she gazed at him.

“A pain in the ass.” The sides of Ethan’s mouth perked upwards just a hair. “Medically, however, I'm waiting to see if any bacteria shows up in his cultures. If he has meningitis, we'll need to-”

Suddenly, the ambulance bay doors burst open cutting him off. Their heads whipped towards the door where an EMT was wheeling a new patient in.

With skilled precision the EMT rattled off. “I have a patient here. Unconscious female, 50's.”

Becca and Ethan took a brief look around the E.R., but the few doctors on duty were busy with other urgent cases.

“We'll take her,” he says just as Becca’s feet carried her to the gurney in an adrenaline-fueled rush.

Unconscious woman. Shallow breaths.

Becca’s muscle memory took over well before her brain could catch up, gently slapping the nameless woman’s deathly pale cheek. Everything happened so fast. Becca’s vision was filtered by a vignette secluding her from the world. The only thing pulling attention at the center was the woman before her. This patient barely breathing and clinging to dear life. This patient with frayed graying hair, soft creases and a pale white face with a structure she’s seen before.

This woman’s not going to die.

Becca wouldn’t have it. On the third slap to her boney cheek the darkened edges faded and Becca could finally see the bigger picture.

The moment she made contact, it clicked.

Becca’s jaw dropped as she registered the features glaring back at her.

“Oh my god…” she whispered to herself.

This can’t be.

Nervously looking over her shoulder Becca called, “Ethan,”

He raised his brows, ready to jump in and help at her command.

Before he could take a step forward Becca quickly elaborated, “It's your mom…”

Time kept spinning and every second this patient came closer to losing life.

For the first time in his career Ethan was rooted to the spot.

Of course this would be how they meet after 25 years. The universe had been playing a sick and morbid joke on him lately - Dolores, Naveen, Becca, and now the woman who was dead to him long ago.

“Ma'am?” Becca tapped her again, trying to jostle her awake.

Becca’s eyes further assessed the woman’s state. Blue lips and fingertips. Memories jolted through her on the backs of the numbing adrenaline of her first ever case with Ethan -

She’s losing life.

Just like Danny and Bobby and...

Becca pushed the constricting feeling of paralyzation aside. This woman cannot die on her watch. Another life will not be taken from her. Regardless of who they are.

Ethan watched Becca move frantically around that woman. The reassuring color she finally found had drained from her face completely. Without having to ask he knew how Becca was feeling, because he felt it too.

He didn’t want to help this patient. He wanted to turn on his heels and let the powers that be take control. To let whatever power that took her away from them all those years ago to come and take her away now. He couldn’t look at her. The nerve of that woman. But Ethan Ramsey took an Oath and there was a patient who needed his expert care.

With herculean effort Ethan shook himself out of his trance and leapt into action a split second later.

“How's her breathing? Listen to her chest,” he instructed.

“Shallow. Pupils are small and unresponsive…” Becca responds, moving to check their patient’s arms for any telling signs.

And she finds one.

Track marks.

She bit back the gasp threatening to call Ethan’s attention.

Ethan…

As much as Becca wanted to protect him from this - from the deep seeded, constant pain his mother inflicts - her job came first. Becca was a doctor and her attending needed to know the diagnosis.

“It looks like an opioid overdose. We need to wake her up.”

She didn’t take her eyes off of his mother, willing her awake with every fibre of her fragile being. Calling up to that invisible force that spared her life only weeks ago for just one more favor. Just one more delay to the inevitable. She greedily needed her to survive. Needed his mother to open her eyes - there was no other option.

Death would not come today.

“Louise?” Ethan finally acknowledged the woman. His voice bellowing, pricking goosebumps on Becca’s skin. “Dammit!”

Ethan brushed past Becca and ground his knuckles into his mother’s sternum.

“Hnnng…” Louise whined; her eyes opened for a moment and Becca caught the same baby blues blankly staring at her then rolled back in her head.

No.

Doe eyes wide and full of diluted terror Becca announced, “I'll get the naloxone.”

She hurried to find a bottle of the drug in a cabinet by the nurses station, quickly preparing an injection in her unfaltering hands as she moved back towards the gurney in ten steps. Then without an ounce of hesitation, stabbed the needle into Louise’s shoulder. Ethan’s mother drew a deep, shuddering breath, eyes fluttering as she slowly pulled out of her unconscious state.

Becca’s breath caught up with her.

She’s alive.

That was all the assurance Ethan needed.

“Alright, she'll make it.” Ethan pulled his rubber gloves off and stepped away from the gurney and where Becca still rooted beside it.

“Nurse? Keep an eye on her. We're done here.”

Becca wasn't done. She was sinking in the feelings surrounding her. She felt like she was drowning in the onslaught of waves overtaking her - waning adrenaline, fear, terror, inadequacy, remembrance. Death looked her in the face again today. She evaded him once more.

Becca 3, Death 2.

What quarter were they in? When will this duel finish?

She doesn’t know. It’s an inevitable prolonging. A battle she won’t win for long.

When is the end?

She’s consciously terrified of losing.

Becca’s rooted in place as the waves began rolling towards her. Everyone moves around her in fluid sweeps. She sees nothing and everything all at once. Her line of sight coated in blanched static.

When the nurse took over and shook her out of her trance, Becca noticed Ethan promptly striding from the room without another word. This wasn’t the Ethan she knew; he would never leave a patient this soon. And this wasn’t a patient… it’s his mother… who nearly died if it wasn’t for him…

Becca swallowed her bile of trauma and chased after him through the storm;

“Ethan!”

The haunting she felt in her core didn’t matter. The shadow taking tallies over her shoulder didn’t matter. None of that mattered. She had to push past it all and be strong for him now.

He was elusive. She didn’t even hear his footsteps stomping through the hall and rattling through her, not even the vibrations ricocheting off the steel foundations. His long legs couldn’t have taken him too far. Scanning the corridor, Becca noticed the door to the on-call room a second away from shutting.

Ethan.

She finds Ethan hunched over a cot in the empty on call room. The room is dark - only one clinical light is glowing in the far corner of the cramped room. His hands balled into tight fists, the whites of his knuckles reflecting the little light away from his crumpled face.

She gingerly sat down beside him and ran a gentle hand over his back.

“Ethan?” Becca whispered a few moments later “Are you alright?”

Warm air flowed indignantly between them.

“She does not get to do this to me.” He huffed in his deep voice laden with the sentiment of a broken child. ”She does not get to make me feel bad for her.”

“I’m sorry.” Becca couldn’t say anything louder than a whisper. Her own despair still gripped into her like a vice.

“Don't be.” Ethan shrugged bitterly, though not enough for her to let up on her calming caresses. “This has nothing to do with me. That woman isn't anyone I know.”

She rested her head against his shoulder. They let silence hang and their minds clear. It was Becca who asked the most pressing question from their earlier observations:

“Do you think your dad knows she’s using?”

“...I don't know.”

He grinds his hands further into his eye sockets, willing the newest image of that woman from his minds eye. Becca continued soothing rubs up and down his back and placed her chin on his shoulder so she could look at him more closely.

“It’s okay to be sad,” she mutters.

“I'm not sad. I'm... I'm…” Ethan dropped his hands and they hung between the gap of his legs. His eyes squeezed shut and she can make out the small droplets trapped against his lashes. “Angry.”

“That's okay, too.” Her free hand moved to begin tracing nonsensical patterns over the thin, starchy fabric at his forearm. “Anything you're feeling right now is okay.”

His clouded eyes flew open.

“I'm…” he begins to speak before pressing his lips together tightly.

He huffed, shoving off her embrace and stands.

“I have to get back to work.”

“That was your mom, Ethan. She nearly died. You can take a minute. It's okay--” she began to plead.

Becca was trying to beg him to stay. To lock the door and let them hold one another for a while. So that they can fall apart and patch one another up with unconditional affection. She needed this just as much as she knew he did.

But Ethan didn’t give her the chance to ask, to make the all too enticing proposition as he bound across the room. He didn’t even bother to turn around; his eyes shut tightly and hand reached for the metal knob. He inhaled a deep cleansing breath;

“No, it isn't. There are patients that need me much more than she does.” There was a finality in his tone that frightened her.

Becca’s jaw slacked.

Ethan didn’t leave a second for her rebuttal. For her to beg. Not even a quirk of the neck in her direction to see the matching brokenness in their eyes.

The door shut loudly behind him, his footsteps echoed down the hall.

She wanted to chase after Ethan. He needed her now more than ever. Another person in his life could have been gone in a swift, unforgiving instant. If the effects of seeing their patient on the brink of death was this bad for her she could only imagine what he was going through. Though Becca couldn't move, couldn’t force herself to run through the halls and break down the barriers he’s just put up sky high. He’s pushing her away again; she can feel it.

Resigned, Becca gave up the great fight.

When the rattling of his exit dissipated and all that reached her ears was an unnerving peace, she laid down, hugging the plastic wrapped pillow tightly to her body. It smelt like clean and disinfectant and morbidly hospital-like. She wasn’t able to lose herself in this horrid smell. She ripped off the case with as much strength as she could muster, freeing the mass-produced cushion. The squish of the mildly firm pillow through the hypoallergenic fabric wasn’t helping. It still carried all she needed to forget. Rolling to face the wall, curling into a tight ball and burrowing her face in the pillow she let out a vital, subdued scream. The damn was shattered and her emotions spiraled freely for the first time in days.

Everything was all too much.

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Fortune’s Favor (Gavin x MC)

Fandom: Mr Love Queen’s Choice

Pairing: Gavin x MC

Prompt: Water balloon

Warning: Smut!

Intended Audience: Female Audience

Word Count: 2,729

Requested by: anonymous

Written by: @lordsisterxotome

Disclaimer: I do not own MLQC or any of its characters. All of that goodness is the property of Elex. I do, however, own the plot of this fanfic. Please do not repost this on any other website.

Other notes: Can we all take a moment to appreciate Gavin as the perfect, beautiful man that he is? Like, damn!!!

MC loved children. This was a known fact. She had even produced several shows concerning child development and behavioral issues. Kids were kids though, and it had yet to be determined whether that was in her favor at this particular moment.

Her soaked dress clung to her body uncomfortably, making her shift in an effort to keep the fabric from clinging. Shivering, MC huddled into her boyfriend’s jacket, fingers digging into the material as she pulled the flaps tighter over her chest. She had been on set, producing a segment on ways for children to stay active during the summer, when she’d gotten caught in the crossfire of a water balloon fight, her clothes and hair soaked in a matter of seconds as assistants and parents tried to round up the overexcited troublemakers. To make matters worse, the dress she had chosen to wear a white dress today, leaving little to the imagination as the fabric turned transparent.

Stunned by the sudden dousing, she was lucky that Gavin had been there to help out on his day off, jumping into action and draping his denim jacket around her shoulders before saying a few words to Kiki and leading her to a trailer. Having sat her down on a sofa, he was currently looking for something she could use to dry off and a change of clothes.

“I don’t think we’re going to find much in the way of fresh clothes,” she commented. Honestly, this could be a lot worse. She wasn’t so uncomfortable with Gavin here, knowing he would take care of her, and his jacket was warm and smelled like him, like sun and wind.

“You’re right. I’m not finding any towels either,” he sighed, his rummaging ceasing as he turned back to her. “I’m going to run back to your place and get you some clothes. In the meantime, you should get out of that dress or you might get sick. You can use my jacket to dry off as much as you can.” MC blushed as he sat down beside her and reached out to card his fingers through her damp locks. His palm cupped her cheek and she relished the warmth of his touch against her clammy skin, wanting nothing more than to snuggle up against him.

Sure, she was a little flustered. Pretty much everything was on display beneath the jacket and while it wasn’t as if he hadn’t seen her naked before, it was still all too easy to become embarrassed around him, her heart racing and body heating in reaction to him. It didn’t help that she had forgone a bra today, the wet fabric chafing her nipples with each heavy breath she took and hardening the buds to sensitive peaks that undoubtedly showed through her dress.

“Are you sure?” she asked, licking her lips. “You don’t have to go to all that trouble.”

“I don’t mind.” He smiled softly and rose to his feet. “Lock the door behind me so no one comes in by mistake.”

That made her startle, suddenly remembering a very important detail that would make this plan a lot more tricky. Gavin must have seen the realization on her face because he stopped, hand on the door handle. “What?” he asked, “What is it?”

“The doors on the trailers don’t lock.”

“...Oh.”

“I’m not sure why they don’t, but…” she muttered, trying to come up with some sort of excuse as she shifted in place.

“Okay.” He thought for a moment before deciding, “You can’t stay here like this. Let’s go get your things and let Anna know I’m taking you home to get changed.”

“Alright.” Taking the hand he offered her, MC settled into the crook of his arm as it wrapped around her shoulders, holding her against him protectively as they left the trailer. Anna was quick to give her the okay to go home, the other woman’s concern almost motherly as she took in her flushed cheeks and slight shivering with a furrowed brow. Gavin assured her he would take care of her - which he didn’t really need to do; it was already an accepted fact at the office that Gavin was a man among men - before escorting her to his motorcycle.

By this point her dress had become icy and she snuggled against Gavin’s broad back as he drove, seeking the comfort of his warmth.

“Almost there,” he said over his shoulder, to which she nodded, cheek pressed to his shoulder blade through the helmet he’d given her. The engine quieted to a rumbling purr as he pulled into the parking structure beneath her building and she dreaded the chafe that would come with getting off and moving around.

Her hair clung to her cheeks in wet clumps as she took off the helmet and let him help her off the motorcycle. There really was no worse feeling in the world than wet clothes. Each movement was excruciating, cold fabric rubbing and clinging in ways that left her uncomfortable and all too sensitive.

It was a relief when they finally reached her apartment and she turned the key in the lock. Gavin followed her in, and without thinking MC shed his jacket, unaware of how much she was revealing to him.

He was a gentleman and would sooner die than do something that took advantage of her, but Gavin was still a hot-blooded young man who was very much attracted to his girlfriend. His pants suddenly felt a little too tight, his breath coming a little harder as he averted his gaze from her. “You should warm up with a shower,” he managed, his voice a little husky as he looked at anything besides her.

When MC turned back to him she couldn’t help but giggle at how cute he looked, almost boyish with his pink cheeks and a hand raised to scratch the back of his head sheepishly. Around anyone else, she would have shied away, leaving them with a thank you at the door, but Gavin always made her feel safe, knowing that she was his number one priority at all times. It was one of the many qualities that made her fall in love with him.

“I will. Thank you for taking care of me, Gavin,” she said, turning to face him. “Do you want to wait here? It’s okay if you want to leave.”

“Here is fine.”

“Okay.” Shooting him an innocent smile, she sashayed to the bathroom, calling over her shoulder, “Make yourself at home.”

“Thanks,” he replied, voice a little gruff.

Despite how much she wanted to take this further, she only meant to tease her adorable boyfriend a little before going back to set, but when she tried to take off her sodden dress and found that the buttons didn’t want to cooperate with the wet material, there was really only one option left.

“Gavin?” she called, worrying her bottom lip between her teeth.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Sorry, I can’t get the buttons by myself. Could you help me?”

“...Sure.” His footsteps padded closer and her breathing picked up in anticipation when the door ghosted open. She didn’t meet his eyes, only turned to offer him her back. His presence behind her sent electric tinges washing over her skin and she hoped he didn’t notice the tiny shiver that wracked her when she felt his touch ghost along her shoulders. He was close, closer than he needed to be, but she wanted him even closer. Her lips parted around a silent moan as his breath fanned against her ear and she waited to see what he would do next as he reached the last button at the base of her spine.

Gavin stopped, seeming to debate with himself for a moment, before the barely there touch of his hands on her naked skin made her exhale a shaky sigh. His fingers traced her spine, continuing to her shoulders. The digits slipped under the straps of her dress, but before he made any move to bare her, he murmured, “Can I?” his voice tight with restraint.

“Please, Gavin,” she answered, her voice a whispered whine. MC could never deny him, not that she would ever want to. “I need you.”

A heartbeat later, her dress fell from her shoulders to pool on the tile floor. Gavin moaned against her neck as his lips descended on her skin, his body pressed flush against hers as his hands reached around to cup her breasts, gently weighing them in his palms. She arched her hips against his crotch, crying out as his teeth sank into the side of her neck at the pressure against his growing erection. Her hips hit the edge of the counter as he forced her forward, seeking that delicious friction as he began to dry hump her.

Mewls and whines escaped her parted lips as Gavin’s large hand gave her breast another squeeze before traveling down her stomach to slip into the front of her panties. Her legs trembled as he found her swollen clit, his thumb stroking the bud as he slipped his middle finger inside of her.

“G-Gavin, mmh! I...I can’t-!” MC tried to warn him of her failing legs, but she could barely get the words out, her slick core clenching around his fingers as he ground his bulge against her. She nearly cried as his fingers slipped out of her heat to turn her around. Her panties slipped down her legs before she was hoisted up onto the countertop, her boyfriend taking his rightful place between her legs. Gavin’s mouth claimed hers in a hungry kiss as she reached for him, small hands slipping under his shirt to touch chiseled abs and pecs. The lustful spark in his eyes as he parted from her to tear his shirt over his head sent a wave of heat blistering through her, her inner thighs soaked with her arousal.

She expected him to kiss her or shed the rest of his clothes, but he stepped away from her completely instead, reaching to turn on the shower before kneeling in front of her to rifle through the cabinets underneath the sink. When he looked up at her, he held a condom between his fingers and her brows lifted in surprise. “Where did you find that?” She couldn’t remember ever stashing a box down there.

“I put it here after our first time,” he admitted, and she might’ve fallen in love with him even more if that was possible. It was just like him to be so careful when it came to her. He held the foil package between his teeth as he undid his belt, holding her heated gaze as he pushed his pants and boxers down his legs. Her eyes immediately fell to his freed dick, swallowing at how painfully hard he was. Gavin was very well endowed, long and thick and veined, the velvety skin flushed red with need. The swollen head weeped pre-cum as she watched and a hand under her chin tilted her face up.

Her gaze met his half-lidded one and she nearly whimpered as he tore the condom open and rolled it down his length, rubbing her thighs together in an attempt to relieve the suddenly painful ache. Parting her legs, he wrapped his hands around her thighs and hoisted her off the counter with ease, her legs wrapping around his waist as he stepped into the shower.

The water did little to soothe the heat raging deep inside of her, though it did wash the last of the chill left by her wet clothes away. MC cried out as he pressed her against the shower wall, his chiseled body rutting against hers as he began to roll his hips into her. “Gavin! Oh god!” She writhed as the tip of his cock prodded her clit, his thick heat spreading her folds as his mouth nipped at her neck and collarbone.

“Want to be inside you,” he panted hotly against her cheek. “Can I?”

“Yes!” Bucking her hips, she heard him groan, releasing one of her legs in favor of clenching a fist against the wall next to her head. “I gave you permission the moment you undressed me! Please, please, please, fuck me, Gavin!”

Reaching down to position himself, she whimpered as his length slowly stretched her, the slight burn of something so large entering her wet core lost in the way he filled and pressed against her walls so deliciously. Her cries for him to go faster, to shove the whole thing in at once, were lost to him, his face pressed into her neck and his jaw clenched as he groaned. As much as Gavin wanted to shove himself into her, he wanted to be careful, to cherish her and make her feel loved.

He began to move as soon as he was fully seated inside of her, pulling out until just the tip was left inside before slamming back in again, her screams reverberating around the bathroom as he gave her what she wanted.

“Yes!...ah!!...Yes, Gavin, mmm..that...it feels so good!!” she cried, gasping lungfuls of the steamy air.

“Yeah?” Grabbing a bouncing breast, he pinched and twisted her nipple, licking his lips as she was reduced to a whimpering, lustful mess in his embrace. “You...haa...take me so good. Feels...ngh!...s-so good...squeezing me so tight! My good girl…”

Her fingers dug into his shoulders as he continued to pound into her, drops of water running down his muscles and clinging to the ends of his hair. All she could think to say was his name as he drove into her, adjusting his angle a couple of times to hit spots that had her eyes rolling back in her head.

“You’re...ahh!!...Gavin, you’re so deep! Gavin, Gavin, Gavin!!” She could feel him in every part of her body, claiming her as his own. It was hard and intense, but underlying it all was love, his adoration for her conveyed in every heated touch of skin against skin.

“Say my name,” he growled, claiming her lips in a hungry kiss. “Scream it so the neighbors know.” Tears of pleasure ran down her face as he hit her g-spot hard, abusing the sensitive spot over and over again. “Are you going to come?” he panted, hips moving faster, rougher. He was getting close too, her walls threatening to squeeze him to completion she was getting so tight.

“Y-Yes!” she cried, gasping as he throbbed and twitched inside of her.

His hand moved to where they were joined, and with a hard press to her clit she came undone, crying his name as her vision went white under an explosion of rapture. His pleasured grunt joined her scream as he reached his own end a few thrusts later, and he looked positively virile as he released, muscles in his neck bulging as his seed spilled into the condom.

The water cooled their overheated bodies as they panted, slowly coming down from their highs. Releasing her leg from around his hip, Gavin gently held her on her feet as he slipped out of her, planting kisses on her wet face.

“I love you,” she said breathlessly, a satisfied smile on her face as she nuzzled into his neck. “I love you so so much.”

“I love you too,” he murmured back, his arms tightening around her. A few moments passed like that, basking in the afterglow of their lovemaking, before he released her, stepping out of the shower for a moment to discard the used condom.

Alone, MC cupped her flushed cheeks in her hands and squealed internally. In this case, getting caught in the crossfire of a children’s water balloon fight had turned out very, very well, gaining fortune’s favor the moment she fell in love with Gavin.

It wasn’t until after they had finished washing up and were drying off when she suddenly gasped. “What if Lucien was home?!”

Gavin blinked at her, silent for a moment, before he burst into chuckles. Wrapping his arms around her middle, she thought she saw some of the same mischief from high school in his face now as he said, “I’ve had you screaming my name enough that I think he’s used to it by now, babe.”

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Mousse x MC “My Love For You Is Ever Expanding.”

Rating: Look, this is SMUT but its 99% fluff too. Still 18+

A|N: I woke up, and I was like, "I want Mousse to eat me out." So here we are.

WC: 2500+

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Mousse's lips trailed along her breasts, leaving tons of tiny kisses in his wake. Her rapid heart rate was apparent against his lips, beating in rhythm with his own. She sighed and squirmed under his overly gentle touch.

Alice's hands dipped into his hair, tugging lightly at the chestnut strands when he teased her nipple with his tongue. Mousse hummed at the sensation. A smile flickered on his expression before his brows knitted again in earnest. Their first date had gone… well. He sighed into her skin as he made his way down her chest. It had gone exceedingly well if Mousse had to say so.

He'd been crushing on Alice since the first day he saw her. But not just any old crush; it was love at first sight. He remembered the sensation filling his chest as he quietly prayed that she was everything he imagined her to be. It wouldn't be fair that the universe would put his soulmate right in front of him, in broad daylight, and her end up being nothing like he'd always hoped and wished for.

The love only grew stronger and stronger each day, even on days he didn't see her. He almost felt bad interacting with her, seeing her be so polite to him, yet keeping him at a distance. He resolved to allow the natural order of things to occur. He didn't want to trap her or force her to feel anything for him. After only a month of befriending her, he already decided he wanted to make sure she was happy. Even if that meant she wasn't interested in him.

However, the day he finally came where he had the time to ask her out properly. Not a friend date, not a hangout, a date-date. One that a person took another on in hopes of building a relationship. Alice had been taken aback, but in the end, agreed to meet him in a weeks time. Mousse was delighted, overjoyed by her promise to meet him for dinner. His heart grew that day, and the next, and the next, more and more until he wondered if his love for her was ever-expanding. He cursed his open-heart, making him vulnerable to the most intense heartbreak if she rejected him.

But she hadn't rejected him. Mousse now gently kissed the inside of her thigh. He left closed-mouth kisses and wide mouth sloppy kisses all along her inner leg. Truthfully, nerves fluttered to life in his stomach, and he wasn't prepared for what would happen next, not just yet. He needed a moment, a minute to relish in this incredible evening.

Not only had Alice invited him inside after their date for tea, but she also let him kiss her. Mousse’s heart squeezed at the memory of their first kiss just an hour before. It was gentle and sweet but lingered into something fiery and hot. He parted from her after several minutes of their intense kiss to allow her mind to defog.

She was the one to kiss him the second time. Her hands slid along his body, and Mousse took that as an invitation. He allowed his fingertips to gingerly map out her frame, memorizing every nuance of her curves. More kisses fueled the flames of desire in them both, and before he knew it, Mousse had her on the bed, half undressed, and panting the words' more'.

The phrase 'a dream come true' felt like it paled in comparison to what was really happening. It felt like a series of lifetimes came to a head, that they were reborn into these lives only to finally meet and come together as one. Mousse's heart swelled again, wondering how he'd ever lived any portion of his life without her. His kisses turned to licks as he made his way to her sex. His hair was a tousled mess as she tugged and pulled him to her core. He didn't mean to tease for so long, but it was nice seeing how worked up she’d become.

He kissed around her labia, lightly sucking the sensitive zones. Mousse pushed her legs open wider, settling on his stomach between her thighs.

"Mousse, please…" She pushed her head back into the bed as she moaned.

"I'm getting to it, darling. I promise. I will take care of you."

He cursed in his head, hoping his timid touches didn't give off how nervous he was. He'd only imagined her voice coming out nights when he slept alone. Mousse almost wanted to slap himself to wake up, so sure this was a dream. Hell, even if it was a dream, he wasn't going to keep her waiting any longer.

He tongued her slit while using his hands to press her apart. It had been a long time, too long since he'd been with a woman. He racked his brain of all the things he knew most people liked when receiving oral, but he also knew Alice was special. Everyone had something different they liked, something small no one else could predict, and he needed to know what hers was.

Flat tonged, he ran up and down her sex, tasting every bit of how much he turned her on. He focused on her clit, sucking and lapping until her breath hitched. His cock throbbed at the cardinal sounds she made. A moan came out of him just as she moaned. Her pleasure echoed onto him. When she felt good, he felt good.

He sucked and licked at the same time, making her groan in pleasure. He whimpered, moving down to her slick hole to lap up more of her arousal. His hands began to relax. One hand moved to rest on her thigh while the other slid up her torso to cup her breast. As his tongue swirled this way and that along her sensitive clit, his fingers rubbed against her nipple. She gasped and rolled her hips towards his face.

Mousse felt his own sex leak, staining the sheets with precum where he rested. He moaned as she cried out his name. The residual hum against her pussy seemed to make her shiver. Mousse refused to hold back, knowing this is what he was here for. He was here to pleasure her endlessly.

He needed to express himself without words. He wanted to show Alice just how fiercely in love with her he was without scaring her away by saying the word' love.' It was too soon, he knew. He wanted to keep the natural order of things for Alice. She deserved a gentleman, someone that cared for her feelings and well being. Someone that respected her free will and didn't push her boundaries.

The more his tongue tantalized her clit, the wetter she became. He slid his hand down, pressing a single digit into her hole. She clenched around the intruding finger, mewling loudly into her bedroom. Mousse curled his finger, finding and focusing on the soft spot just inside. Her moans came out louder as she repeated the phrase, "Yes! Yes, just like that."

He liked that this was making her so riled up. He loved the fact that his mouth and hand could do this to her so easily. She was so warm, so inviting as she clenched around his second intruding digit. He let out a sharp breath, moaning as her hips bucked against his face. His cock was rock hard and pulsing at the thought of sinking into her.

"Don't stop," She breathed, placing her hand on his head. "Don't stop, don't-" Her moans were glorious. Mousse didn't stop; he kept going until her walls began to throb against his fingers. A shiver ran through him as pride swelled up in his chest.

Her legs began to shake as she huffed and gasped for air. Mousse let up the pressure, but still kept all his attention on her cunt.

"Fuck," He moaned into her sex. He needed to know if she wanted all of him. If not, he was okay with it. He was willing to wait. "Alice," He stopped licking so intensely, kissing around her sex, giving her a chance to respond.

"Hmm?" She ran her hand through her hair as she writhed.

"Do you want me?" He hadn't meant to sound so small, or so unsure of himself. He just wanted to know if her desire for him at this moment was equal to his own for her.

She didn't speak for a moment, breathing heavily instead. He wanted to take it back. He felt terrible for even asking this of her so soon. "Never min-"

"I want all of you." She interrupted him. "I want you to feel good too, Mousse."

He could almost cry; he was so happy. His eyes grew wide as his grin spread across his face. He kissed atop her clit a few times before sliding up on top of her. She jolted, even with the light touch of his lips.

"Alice, I-I…" Her fervent kiss stopped his words. She twined her tongue with his and wrapped her legs around his waist. "I want to show you how much I care for you." He gulped, hoping he hadn't said too much. However, the loving look in her eyes made him continue. "I've cared for you for so long now. I've always wanted you to be happy, no matter what you wanted to do in life."

She smiled up at him, pushing his messy hair out of his face. "Mousse, I care for you too."

"Really?!" He didn't mean to act like a schoolboy with a crush, but this moment was overwhelming his emotions. "I, it's just that, I think you deserve the world and I want to be the one to give it to you, But!" He cleared his throat, "If you don't want me to give you the world, that's fine. I want you to be happy with anyone you chose. I just-!"

Alice kissed him, cutting off his rambling words. When their lips finally parted, she cupped his face. "Mousse, I don't want anyone else. Didn't you see what you did to me?" She blushed, pressing her lips together. "I desire you. I want you. You're the only one that makes me feel this way. Mousse… I want you, and only you."

He blinked slowly, dumbfounded by what he heard. He was dreaming. It was so obvious. An amazing woman like Alice would never say those words. If he wasn't dreaming, she was paid. Who would pay her to make such a fool out of him, though? Could it be an old rival? Maybe even a friend playing a prank.

"Mousse?"

He snapped out of his spiraling thoughts and looked at the gorgeous women in front of him. "Yes?"

"Get on your back."

"Wha-?"

"Just do it," Alice giggled, pushing lightly on his shoulder.

Mousse toppled over onto the bed, relaxing back into the pillow. His soft brown waves framed his face and sprawled out messily. She straddled his waist, and Mousse got an eyeful of her naked body on top of him.

She leaned forward, capturing his lips in a heated kiss. Her teeth nibbled at his bottom lip, while their tongues teased one another. He was so caught up in their sensual kiss that he didn't realize she'd reached for his cock.

"Alice," He mewled as her hand stroked him slowly. "You don't have to do this. You don't have to do anything you don't want to do."

"I appreciate that, Mousse. But this is what I want."

He pinched his eyes shut as Alice guided his cock into her entrance. It was unreal; everything was so unreal. Mousse moaned a 'thank you' as she sunk down further and further. His hands came up to her hips, keeping her steading. Alice leaned back down, swiveling her hips against him. Mousse tossed his head back, puffing air with every passing second.

"Mousse," She cupped his cheek, coaxing him to open his eyes. "Do you like this?" She asked as she humped him slowly.

"I do, I- I love it." He pinched his mouth shut as if he said something forbidden. He said love. It was something he was trying so hard not to say. He cleared his throat. "I like it a lot, yes." His shoulders relaxed.

"Tell me how you like it. Do you want it fast or slow? Maybe a mix of both?" She rested her hand on his chest and steadied herself as she fucked him.

"I like it any which way. As long as it involves you, I like it. It's perfect." His turquoise eyes rolled back into his head as she ground into him.

She cupped his cheek and smiled down at him. "Okay, I'll take that as an answer for now. But later, you have to be more specific."

"Later?!" He blurted out as if he thought this was the only time they'd be like this.

Alice giggled, slowing down the way she moved. "Unless you don't want there to be a later?" She teased him.

Mousse lifted his hands to her sides and pulled her down. She fell to the bed, and he crawled on top of her. "You want to do this again?" He kissed her cheek down to her neck. He felt like a puppy licking at its owner.

"I do, as long as you do too."

"I do! Oh, Alice." He hugged her to his chest, relishing in the way she hugged him back. It wasn't even about sex at this point anymore. He felt some of his anxiety melt away as she played with his hair. He kissed her over and over again with a massive smile on his face.

"More dates?" He asked, pulling her right leg to hook around his waist.

"I'd love to go on more dates." She nodded with a beautiful smile.

"And more kisses?" He asked, pressing kisses along her cheek. His cock prodded her entrance but held back for now.

"Yes, more kisses, please."

"Even in public? C-can I kiss you in public?" It was the last of the insecurities to come out. He hadn't expected to ask that in such an exposed way. It slipped out, and now he had to wait for her answer. He knew deep down he just wanted to know if she was proud to be with him. Proud to show off that she had fallen for Mousse Atlas. He knew he didn't want to hide their relationship but didn't know how Alice felt.

"You can kiss me. You can hug me. You can hold my hand any time you want." Alice's words were like swords cutting through the darkness in his mind. She fought away the monster of anxiety that swirled in his head, leaving him with nothing but rational thoughts and mountains of love to give.

He signed. "I look forward to getting breakfast with you tomorrow, then." He shot her a confident smile, and she returned it with a warm grin.

Many more kisses were shared between the two as the night stretched on. Mousse made love to her over and over again. As many times as his body physically allowed before they both collapsed into each other's arms. He held her to his chest until morning. He kept her close to him for as long as she would allow. He never wanted to let go, not ever.

Thanks for reading! I hope you enjoyed <3 I have a secret thing for Mousse. It’s bound to get worse as time goes on tbh

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countessmorgasson · 4 years

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Meeting Adjourned

Spicy Lucio x MC! Lucio’s interrupted during a meeting..

Gender Neutral MC

(Disclaimer: Based on Lucio’s route- minor spoilers. 🍋🍋 warning!)

“Tell me again why you’re sneaking me around.”

You thought you had been called to the palace for a date, but when you arrived at the gates, Lucio all but covered you up before taking you around the back entrances, through his old wings, and to the conference hall.

You never spent much time in this particular room. In fact, are you even allowed to be here? This was where the court held their meetings, wasn’t it?

Empty as it was, you suddenly felt a sense of unwelcoming, like you really were sneaking around. However, Lucio naturally didn’t see it that way, and sank into one of the extravagant chairs, pulling you on his lap.

“Well... you’re technically not supposed to be here today. Noddy asked that I wait until after our meeting to find you, but I just miss you too much.”

Lucio ends that sentence with a sloppy kiss on your cheek.

“Why shouldn’t I be here?” You ask.

“Oh, the court would go on forever about that,” he scoffs. “Something about you being a ‘distraction’ for me, and how they need my full attention today, blah blah blah. It’s all so boring, m/c.”

You raise an eyebrow.

“What’s going on today?”

“Seriously? You’re interested in the court’s stupid rules?” He rolls his eyes, but trails his fingers along your back, softly- making your arms break out in goosebumps. He sighs. “Well now that yours truly is back in the living world... Nadia’s decided to hold a meeting. I guess they’ve got to decide what to do with me.”

You stare him dead in the eyes.

“Lucio, that’s important.”

“Is it? We all know I can’t leave the palace- they wouldn’t dare give me the boot.”

You lift yourself from his hold, ready to make your exit. Normally, you loved skirting around the palace with him- even if it drove some of the others a bit crazy. But a meeting like this has everything to do with his future as the Count- maybe even as a citizen of Vesuvia.

“Aww, don’t be like that!” He whines. “Look, nobody’s even here. Just stay, for a little.”

You hesitate. He’s right; there’s no meeting going on right now... so there’s no harm in spending a few minutes together, is there? After all, it seems like ages since you’ve really spent time together. You give into his pout with a smirk.

“..Fine.” You circle behind him, draping your arms over his shoulders and kissing his cheek. “You better promise me you’ll be on your best behavior.”

“Oho, I won’t make a promise I can’t keep.”

...Really?

Before you make a snide comment, Lucio whips you around and pulls you closely, your lips meeting in a hurried kiss. You lean into it, suddenly losing your train of thought. Before you know it, you’ve climbed over him again, letting him plant feverish kisses along your neck.

“Lucio...”

“You smell absolutely delicious.” You nearly squeal when you feel Lucio’s cold hands under your shirt- pressed against your back. He’s softly moaning into your skin, and for a sweet moment you both forget where you are. He holds back a moan when you shift around on his lap.

Oh no. That’s definitely not a knife in his pocket...

“Lucio!” You tear yourself away, eyes wide. He’s grinning shamelessly, despite an embarrassed flush on his cheeks. “We can’t do that right now. Someone could walk in!”

“Imagine the trouble we’d get in...” He bites his lip in thought, and you know you’ve made a mistake. This sounded like an important meeting. Lucio can’t afford to be this distracted if-

You’re both shocked at the sound of a doorknob turning. Your heart nearly comes to a still, but an even bigger shock is when you hear Lucio audibly gasp.

“Get down!”

He’s shoved you to the floor, just out of sight. Oh! How rude. You scramble under the table as Lucio scoots forward. You’re just at his chair, staring at his crossed legs. You can’t believe this. Does he really think you can hide through a court meeting? That could take hours! Right? You’re not sure how long they take, actually... but still.

“Lucio?”

Dear Gods, it’s Nadia who walked in. You know her voice too well.

“I must say, I’m surprised to see that you’re the first one here.”

You can’t see her, so you scoot closely to Lucio in hope that she doesn’t accidentally kick you when she takes her seat. You uncross his legs, trying to tuck yourself as close as possible to his chair.

Oh, wow.

He’s rock hard.

You almost want to laugh. In any other situation, you would.

“I- I just want to get this over with already.” You can hear the pout in Lucio’s voice. What do I do? Should you try and make an escape? Pretend you’re lost? Come clean?

All plans fly out the door as you hear footsteps come closer. More people. Before you know it, everyone's taken their seats. You’re boxed in. Your fate is sealed.

“I see we’re all accounted for.” Is that Valerius? Now what would he have to say if he caught you down here?

You grip Lucio’s thigh, hard. This is your fault! What if we get caught? What if the court decides to banish you from the palace- or Vesuvia?

You can only think of the words you’ll have for him later, but to your horror, the grip on his thigh seemed to excite him. You recognize the surprised moan that echoed throughout the hall.

“...What was that? Are you feeling alright, Lucio?”

“Huh- yes! Just a... cramp.”

Serves him right... Well. I suppose since he wanted me to stay so badly...

Your racing heart begins to settle down. You’ve come to a decision. Your hand is still gripping his thigh... and he’s still very turned on, from what you can see.

There’s no reason why you can’t have some fun. That’s what Lucio wanted, right?

“I see,” Nadia goes on. “I suppose I’ll begin.”

She goes on, but your world suddenly goes silent.

You move forward, gently working your hands over his lap- figuring out just how to get these pants off without arousing suspicion...

It takes a moment, but now you’re kissing his bare skin, dragging your fingers daintily across his upper legs.

Lucio starts to twitch- and he nudges you with his foot. You just respond with your kiss.

“In all fairness, you were the Count of Vesuvia, no matter how we felt... Lucio? Are you even listening?”

You’ve taken him into your mouth- and is that a shudder you hear? He’s not even trying to hide it?

“I’m... fine. Just...” Lucio clears his throat. “Someone fetch me water, would you?”

“You seem... warm. Are you feverish?” You don’t recognize whoever just spoke.

“No!” Lucio’s voice wavers when you work with your hands. “Just... don’t stop...”

“Erm... alright. Go on.”

“As I was saying...”

Lucio manages to reach his hand down, guiding you by your hair- closer to him. He’s surprisingly rough, grabbing your hair by the fistful. He must be so tense. Don’t choke...

You swat his hand away. My rules this time. He truly must be rubbing off on you, you realize. You’re starting to enjoy the thrill. Maybe because you know he’s the one squirming up there...

You work as slowly as you can- taking the occasional break to breathe. Silent kisses everywhere you can reach. You even drag your tongue along his skin, with a wet smooch. He twitches again, harder than he did last time. You close your eyes, losing yourself in the moment. It feels just as good to give sometimes.

Enjoyable as it is, his body language is speaking to you- he’s close. Really close.

“I’m prepared to allow you to stay in the palace.” Your ears perk up at Nadia’s voice. This meeting just gets more interesting.

“You’ve shown great strides since... the incident. With m/c’s help, I’m willing to appoint you as a... consultant, of a sort. You may hold the title of Count, but you remain under my supervision.”

“M/c...” His voice is soft, not quite a whisper, but not a moan either.

“Yes? What about them?”

But he doesn’t respond.

You almost want to stop and listen, but that wouldn’t be fair. You’ve definitely put Lucio through the wringer, based on the sounds you hear him try to muffle.

“Right. Well... that is the only way I will allow you to remain in the palace.”

You lick and kiss, feverishly now- as desperately as you can without making a sound. Exactly the way he likes it...

“What do you say?”

“Mm-!”

Lucio nearly breaks out into a full body spasm as he finishes- in your mouth.

“Mmm... hmm...”

That was definitely a moan. You just made him orgasm in front of the entire court.

There’s a moment of silence, and you suddenly go cold. Did they catch on? You’re frozen until you hear something break the tension.

You think the sound is a gavel of some sort pounding against the table. You hurry to try and redress Lucio the best you can, as he seems frozen in his seat.

“I’ll take that as a yes,” Nadia finally goes on. “However, I move that the meeting be adjourned. Lucio is obviously... delirious. We can finalize the deal when he is in better spirits.”

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eleanorbloom · 3 years

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Adore You (Bryce x MC) 🍋🍋🍋

Pairing: Bryce Lahela x F! MC (Eleanor Bloom)

Warnings: N.S.F.W. Cursing.

Prompt: Day 23. Dry Humping | Breasts Worship | Frottage (Mods, I know I’m late, please forgive me 😭😭😭)

A/N: Hellooooo everyone! This is my official last kinktober fic. I have still a few half written but I’ll post them some other time. I actually no need a fest to write and post smut at this point 🤣 so I hope you don’t mind if I tag you in smut fics in the future. If you don’t want to be tagged anymore, just let me know!

I swear, I SWEAR I DIDN’T COPY BRYCE WORDS FROM LAST CHAPTER. I had this fic sleeping for two weeks, but I didn’t have the inpo to finish this until a couple of days.

A/N 2: Nikka, whether you read this on Tumblr or AO3, I hope you don’t mind. That’s all I have to say.

A/N3: This fic follows the events of Eighth Deadly Sin, my first kinkntober fic.

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I hope you enjoy it!

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The chatting of June and Baz was the first thing she heard when the doors slid open. “Hey, you okay?” Baz said looking at Eleanor from head to toes, her cheeks rosy and her face somewhat shimmering against the artificial light hanging over her head.

“Yeah, why?” She knew why, but she had to play the dumb. Luckily, it would work out with him.

“You’re all blushed.” He chuckled. “Don’t tell me the pager found you at the other end of the building. I hate when that happens.”

Eleanor’s cheeks flushed even more. Not even the light pace and the quick stop to the bathroom to alleviate the heat on her face had been enough.

What could she say? ‘Oh, no, it’s just that I gave my boyfriend a massive blowjob in a supply closet, don’t worry, it’ll pass?’ Hell no.

“Actually yeah, I was heading to the E.R.”

‘They’re fucking diagnosticians, I bet June already knows what I was into. Baz would never, he’s too oblivious, and Ethan… I don’t know if his mind will go directly to the gutter just because I’m blushed. Oh, the hell with it, no one has caught me in anything.’

Eleanor tried to move on by taking a seat beside Baz and asking for an update on the case they’ve been trying to diagnose the whole day. A few seconds later, Ethan walked towards the table and informed her of the last results as he started to cross out some theories written over the whiteboard.

The rest of the day went in a blur trying to discard some other theories, until, finally, Baz came up with the final idea.

Once her shift was over, she changed her scrubs for a gray wool skirt with a green mint sweater, put her black jacket on, grabbed her bag, and after a few minutes of walking under the snow, she took the train towards Bryce’s apartment.

The delicious smell floating around the apartment invaded her nostrils the moment Keiki opened the door. “Hey Ella, glad I get to see you!”

“Hey Keiki, me too.” Eleanor gave her a quick hug before the younger Lahela returned to the table and placed three glasses and three napkins in their usual spots.

Eleanor took a few steps to the couch to set her bag there when she noticed Keiki’s backpack was set there too, but completely full as if it was ready for a trip or something. “Are you going somewhere?”

“Yeah, I’m staying over at a friend’s house tonight. We have a physics test tomorrow and she asked me to help her study, she couldn’t handle some topics.”

“Awww, and as the future astronomer of the family, of course you’ll use your star power to help her. That’s really nice of you.”

“She has been really sweet with me since the beginning, one of the few that didn’t judge me for my parents.” She shrugged and gave Eleanor a shy smile. “And I actually enjoy teaching physics, so…”

“I’m glad you have friends here, Keiki.”

Eleanor smiled at her before sauntering to the kitchen where Bryce was turning off the griller. He was wearing a pine green hoodie with dark jeans. His normal winter outfit at home. “Hey, love. This smells fantastic” She took him by the hips and lean on his tiptoes to kiss him. He smooched back sweetly.

“Hey, gorgeous. And I bet it’s tasting even better” He winked.

“Look at you, four months ago you didn’t even know how to cook pasta and now, all confident as if it was an appendectomy.”

“What can I say? I’m talented and I put everything in me when I’m interested in something.”

“Of course you do, Goldie.” She patted him on his head, teasingly.

Bryce chuckled and without prior notice, he bent down her face and licked her cheek wet and long.

“Bryce!” She giggled. “What the fuck?!” Eleanor brought a hand over her cheek to dry the trail of saliva Bryce had left.

“If I’m gonna be a Goldie to you, I have to be in full mode, don’t you think?” He leaned again, but this time Eleanor moved as a reflex. However, Bryce was faster, so he managed to cup her head with both hands. But he only leaned to brush his lips over her earlobe before whispering, “And once Keiki’s gone, I’ll do it everywhere, so get used to it.”

She gulped and a shiver went down her spine and ended between her tights. Yes, just that simple words, that sole thought left her all wet. She had been imagining to be alone with Bryce in his room every spare time she found that afternoon. But alone in his apartment? Hell, no.

Karma was definitely manifesting.

He gave her a smug grin at her reaction before turning around and grab a spoon from the drawer.

After shaking off the sinful thoughts off her head, she strolled to his side, to help him serve the dinner: grilled beef with rice and vegetables.

Half an hour later, Eleanor was doing the dishes, when Keiki’s cellphone rang.

“Okay, Nikka’s mother is here to pick me up, I’m leaving!” Keiki pocketed her cellphone in her jacket and then flung her backpack over her shoulder in one swift motion. “Bye Ella, nice to see you!” She blew her a kiss fast as she was approaching the door.

“You too, Keiki, have a nice study session and I hope you ace that test tomorrow.”

“Thank you! Bye bro!”

“You have everything you need with you? Phone charger, pajamas, pads, wallet, money, EarPods, books, pencils, pencil case?”

“Bryce! Stop messing. I have everything with me.”

“Well, I may not be your father, but I have to do the usual questions adults do to teenagers when they make sleepovers.”

“Oh, and you’re an adult? I would’ve never guessed.” She snorted before getting out of the apartment.

Eleanor chuckled from the kitchen, “I love that kid.”

“You don’t miss a moment, do you?” He said as he saw Eleanor placing the last plate on the dish dryer, and then walked towards her to wrap his arms around her hips, pressing his body flush to hers.

“You don’t miss a moment when we’re alone, do you?” She teased her hands over his and turning her head to one side so Bryce could kiss her cheek.

“I’ve been wishing to be alone with you here for months, so, no, I won’t miss a single second.” He kissed down to her jaw, to finally rest his lips on the crook of her neck for a couple of seconds, until finally went up to her earlobe, sucking it playfully. His hands slid up to her waist, ribcage until he reached her breasts. “At last. I’ve been imagining them in my hands since you left the supply closet.”

Eleanor lolled her head back, resting it over his shoulder, not doing even the slightest effort to dissimulate the pleasure his hands were provoking in her.

There was no need.

“What else have you been imagining?”

“Well, for starters, getting rid of all your clothes until I have you completely naked over me.” Bryce sank a hand under her sweater and blouse and Eleanor felt his soft warm skin gripping her. Then his hand traveled up her chest, his fingers teasingly percolating under the fabric of her bra.

“Fuck”, she sighed. “And what do you want me naked for?”

“I want you naked so I can touch your tits and pinching them, kissing them, sucking them, hard, so hard, just as you like…” A soft moan escaped her mouth, and then, a whimper died in her throat when he pulled the lace down and pinched one nipple with his thumb and index. “And I touch you… and I suck you until you cum, until you shake over me…”

Bryce was about to tug her sweater out when a noise at the door startled them. The only thing he reacted to do, was pulling his hands out of her clothes, and place them in her hips.

And of course, to perform his best nonchalant face.

“Sorry, tomorrow I have p.e. and forgot my snickers!” Keiki said in a hurry, running to Bryce’s room, where she had all her clothes and shoes.

Bryce feigned to be really focused on only kissing Eleanor on the cheek. “God… this kid… I asked her if she had everything”, he complained loudly like they weren’t doing anything sinful before she got in. They walked to the hallway, Bryce not freeing Eleanor a single inch from his body, always wrapping her from the back, and somehow both managing the blush.

“Dude, give her some space” The girl teased, with her snickers on one hand before disappearing behind the door.

Bryce waited only a couple of seconds before sinking his hands under Eleanor’s shirt again, and whispered sultrily against her ear: “Now, where were we?”

“Let’s check that she goes this time, okay?” Eleanor untangled herself from Bryce’s arms and walked toward the living room window and looked down. After a minute, Keiki ran toward a SUV, where she got in. Seconds later, the car turned around the corner and disappeared.

Completely sure no one would interrupt them, Eleanor turned around and smiled at him “Now, where were we?” She repeated, before pouncing over Bryce and kissing him passionately. As the exchange escalated quickly into desperate bites for their bodies, none of them couldn’t help the ragged breaths and soft moans escaping from their throats.

Bryce, finally, at last, could tug her shirt and sweater off, only leaving her with her indigo bra. The same happened with her skirt, and the only thing that was left was her black pantyhose. “I can help you with that,” She said peeling herself from the delicate fabric.

When she looked up again to resume the kiss, she found her boyfriend already contemplating. There was something soft beyond all that hunger and desire. “You’re always so stunning, babe.”

“And you are beautiful and hot, and sexy, and I need to see more of you.” She purred, sliding her hands under his shirt, feeling his chiseled hips tensing at her touch. She grabbed the hem of his Henley, and pulled it off, exposing his broad and muscled chest, smooth and warm, radiating the most exquisite heat that always characterizes him. That makes him the best hugger in the world. “Mmmmh yes.”

“I thought I was the one who wanted you naked.”

“I didn’t have the chance to tell my fantasy. And my fantasy is feeling your skin and all your heat against mine.”

"You can't resist my body, eh?" He gloated while Eleanor was unbuckling his jeans and tugging them down his ankles.

"No, I can't. Clothes are definitely a nuisance if it’s on you.”

Bryce took two steps to get rid of them and circled his arms around the small of her back. "What, would you want me naked all day if you could?"

“Should be in the ten commandments.”

“I really am nothing but a piece of meat to you, eh?”

“Yeah, that’s why I ate you out so good this afternoon.” She pouted and gave him a knowing smirk.

Bryce bit his lip, fascinated. “In that case, I demand you’re my piece of meat tonight.”

“Bon Appetit, then, mon amour” And she captured her lips in his, thirsty, before circling her arms around his neck. Bryce lifted her up in one motion and carried her to the couch, where he sat down carefully, and Eleanor shifted her legs so they could straddle him.

They kissed passionately, fervently, voraciously. Being alone in the department was being such a turn on, more than they could’ve imagined. It was like all the passion, the longing and desire bottled up in all those months, were finally uncorking with every touch, every breath, every moan. “God, I feel like I’m gonna fuck you in so many ways, and everywhere…” He breathed, leaving a trail of kisses down her jaw.

“Except for Keiki’s bed, right?”

“Yeah, except that, that’s sacred.”

She chuckled, “Thank god you have some common sense.”

He continued pressing his lips now against her neck, sucking deeply when he reached her clavicle.

“Bryce, how many times I have to tell you… fuck”, his hands gripping her breasts roughly stopped her, the pressure on her skin making her anticipation grow inside her. After a few seconds, he moved both hands to her back and unclasped her bra, tossing it to the floor impatiently.

He didn’t wait a second before sucking her nipple with her mouth and pinching the other with his fingers.

She sighed.

“All fucking afternoon imagining your tits in my mouth, sucking them hard... And finally…” When he sucked the other nipple, Eleanor moaned and started to buck her hips.

“Holy shit, baby”

God. His hot breath against her sensitive skin, his expert and quick movements against her buds made her pleasure invade every fiber of her body.

Then, Bryce sank a hand in her underwear and grabbed her butt, but he stopped after a few seconds. “Baby, you’re not as I imagined you.” He whispered sultry, hooking the hem of her underwear with her thumb.

“I can fix that very quickly” She assured, and then stood up in front of him, both breasts wet and shiny with his saliva, and her nipples red and erected in his direction.

Eleanor took both sides of his lacy indigo underwear down, and now was standing completely naked in front of him. “That’s better?”

Bryce leaned to her and slid his hands to her sides, his eyes roaming her body from her toes, up her curvy and rounded tights, and stopping in her hipbones, where he kissed them softly and ceremoniously at each side. Then a trail of kisses following up her waist, breasts, and chest. Eleanor straddled him again, so he continued on her shoulders, neck until he reached her chin and stopped. “My love, you are… god, I think words are not enough this time.” His voice was husky and low. Intimate. His gaze intense and transparent. Breathtaking. It made her heart skip a beat the way he was looking at her. And the way he was calling her.

There were a few times when Bryce would use the words my love. It’s not that Eleanor wasn’t his love, but he only used those when he was completely and perfectly and incandescently in love. Enamored. Bewitched. Like a golden retriever trained only to love and worship her.

Just like now.

“Then show me”

“I will.”

She pressed her lips against his impatiently. She was burning inside, and she knew the fabric of his boxer was already wet with her arousal.

He kissed down her chest again, hands roaming all over her body while his tongue was licking her nipple. “Fuck, yes” She whimpered, rubbing her nub against his crotch, finding some relief, but the desire was too much. The sensations, overwhelming. His soft touch on her skin, tracing the curves of her back, gripping her ass, pressing her hips while his mouth was sucking her breast hard was mind-blowing. She was dizzy, she lost all focus, there were so many places when she was feeling pleasure, and above all that pleasure, she could feel the love, every touch, every studied move he was doing, not only to please her and make her come, but to show her how much he loved her.

He was adoring her.

“Bryce… Bryce…” She moaned “Ohhh, fuck”

Then he parted a little from her, took both breasts with his hands, and brought them as close as he could and began to lick them alternately and quickly like he had two ice cream cones and was tasting one at a time.

“Bryce, baby, you’re amazing.” She cried, sensing her folds almost painfully swollen, and her climax near.

“I told you I’d make you cum this way”

“And I believed the very second you told me so.”

Bryce brought a hand to her waist and pulled her closer to him, pressing her against his tights, her sex tickling, craving for touch, but she needed to reach that so wanted orgasm only with her tits. She knew Bryce would do it amazingly.

He brought the tip of his tongue back to her nipple and Eleanor brought both hands to his head, forcing him to stay there for a while. “Ohh baby I’m so close.”

He frantically slid the tip of his tongue into one nipple, then the other, and when he determined which was the one that caused her the most pleasure, he simply asked to confirm. "You prefer this one, right?" He whispered sucking her right breast, and Eleanor nodded with a small voice.

“Yes…”

Bryce continued to grab both breasts, but he slid his tongue down her right nipple and stayed there, waiting for her release.

“Come on, my love, I’ve got you.” He whispered while his thumbs were drawing circles in her swollen and reddened nipples. “Cum over me, babe.”

He sucked and licked her again, and again until he felt her hips move convulsively and her head lolled back, moaning hard. “Bryce, oh my god, yes!” feeling all her body electrified.

Then, she cupped his head with both hands, pulling his hair to rest her forehead against his. Her body warm with pleasure, and dizzy with sensations still coursing through her body.

Without noticing his intentions, she suddenly felt his thumb rubbing her folds and drawing circles over her clit. “Bryce, what the fuck”, she protested husky, her hips bucking as reflex.

He ignored her and kept moving his fingers, and every now and then sinking his fingers between her folds. “Come on, baby, I know you can do this”, he incited.

And she started to moan again, desperately, her legs shaking. And then, her whole body. The desire killing her slowly.

That was a whole new orgasm, different sensations, and he knew. He perfectly knew she could give him another.

She kissed her frantically, moaning hard, her body convulsing over him.

“Yes, baby, give it to me, you’re just as I imagined you.”

He had two fingers inside her, and his thumb rubbing her clit. His hand all wet with her arousal, just as he wanted.

“You’re insane, you know that?” She said laboriously.

“You like me insane, you love me insane”

“Yes, babe, and please never change.”

Hard kiss again and he brought his two wet fingers to his sensitive spot and drew circles until she came screaming against his mouth “Fuck, fuck, FUCK, BRYCE!” while all her body was shuddering and her tiptoes curved furiously.

Her words drew the smugest and most satisfactory smile Bryce had felt in a long time.

He only stopped moving his fingers until he obtained the last drop of her orgasm, when she became quiet for a moment and then collapsed to one side of the coach, her breath ragging and his skin damp with lustful sweat.

It took her more than usual to catch her breath.

“Are you okay babe?” He asked after a minute, leaning onto her.

“Yeah, I’m great, more than great, actually.”

“Good enough to give me a third?”

“Fuck, yes”

Bryce stood up and lifted her up in his arms and carried her to the kitchen counter.

“And you’re telling me I am the insane here.”

Eleanor sank a hand under his evidently wet boxers, and stroke his hardened cock.

“What can I say? You inspire me”

She directed her length to her core, and stared at Bryce, waiting for him to do the rest. He complied instantly.

“I’m gonna ask this Nikka kid to invite Keiki more often.”

“Mmm, yes...” She squirmed as Bryce began to thrust her slowly. “Seconded.”

Both kept enjoying the rare solitude until, hours later, both collapsed on the bed, destroyed. And shower sex was still pending for tomorrow.

Eleanor couldn’t walk properly in two days and no one could erase the smug grin over Bryce’s face for the next three days.

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Yes that line that Eleanor said, I did copy it from yesterday’s chapter 😂

Thank you for reading!

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Caught - HeadCannon

Request: A hidden camera in MC’s room and the bidders use it to find MC masturbating, one day she walks in to find them jacking off to it. @alicevaski

Pairing: Soryu, Babe, Eisuke, Mamoru (Not Ota, I just can’t with him)

Word count: 5000+

Warning: Smut and NSFW, Female and male masturbation, un-protected sex, Spying

Throwing down the bags you had been carrying all day, watching them bounce down on the bed as you kicked off your shoes, even your days off from work left you exhausted. You took full advantage of your day off, leaving your bedroom in the penthouse which you were currently residing in and getting a long list of errands you had done all before taking a few hours to leisurely shop. Living in the penthouse, rent free, and becoming a private maid for the bidders, a healthy raise in salary courtesy of Eisuke, meant you had more disposable cash than ever before. Your eyes fell onto the bag which held the new underwear you brought, never would you normally spend so much money on underwear but the red silk and satin material called out to you. Why you even brought it you’d never know, it wasn’t as if you had a love life, the last time you even got any action was far too long for you to even remember. Your right hand and a bullet vibrator become your only dates, especially since living with the bidders, you wouldn’t even dream of bringing a man to the penthouse. You couldn’t deny your sex drive had increased since living with them, the smouldering smirks, the teasing flirts, the not-so-stuble suggestions left you feeling tingly and aroused. It was like a slow burning torture, each of them setting off sparks with you, only for you to have to relieve yourself in the dead of night with silent prayers no-one heard you. Oh how you were wrong…

“Boss move! You're hogging the screen!” Ota squeaked, trying to push the tycoon out of the way to get a glimpse on the tablet screen. The camera was placed as a matter of security, Eisuke had them installed all through his penthouse, only he up to this point knew they were there. Eisuke had flicked it on just to purely check you was safe in your room, nothing more, but Soryu had caught you on the screen and questioned him before the others quickly fled to his side. But eyes grew wide. They watched you, clothes scattered across the floor, the only thing on your body was the underwear you earlier purchased.

“Move kid, this is for adults only,” Mamoru huffed, grabbing him by his collar and flinging the young artists aside. Soryu tutted and rolled his eyes, crossing his right leg over his left.

“Don’t tutt at us, you're just as much a pervert for watching,” Baba chuckled, rubbing his knuckle against the mobsters slicked back hair, messing it up.

“Got a point Sor,” Eisuke smirked, his long finger flicking across the tablet, the plasma tv on the wall springing to life, the image of you in your bedroom flooding the screen. You stood in front of the wall length mirror, hands running across your body as the crimson-red underwear clung to your body, leaving little to the imagination.

“Holy shit kid-” Mamoru wide open, dropping the cigarette from his mouth, a light thud as it hit the floor. The bidders watch in awe as you bring your hands up to cup your covered breasts, pushing them together, giving them a full-front show of your cleavage.

“Who knew the little lady has such good taste,” Baba licking his lip hungrily, eyes focusing on the screen to catch a glimpse of your behind as you turned in the mirror, the red thong illuminating the suppleness of your ass.

The bidders watched with high anticipation for your next movement, not expecting you to brush your hands against your breasts, fingers tweaking at your clothed nipples until they hardened beneath the flimsy material, a breathless gasp leaving your lips.

“Koro you naughty girl,” Ota grinned with beady eyes, as you slipped a hand between your underwear bottoms, fingers teasing over your clit in a brushing movement. Breathes hitched as you sat on the edge of the bed, legs spread with your feet placed flat as your back fell onto the sheets below, hands tracing up and down your thighs in a teasing manner. A smirk twitched at the side of Eisukes mouth, eyes watching the delightful show on the screen as your back arched, hips bucked as you pushed a finger below the material and into your delicate folds, the gasping moans sent all the blood from his head straight to his cock, as did all the others. All of them knew they should turn off the video, but you were beyond enticing, all of them lusted after you but feared to proceed any future out of fear from the other bidders.

The whimper moans fell from the tv, fingers frantically working inside you as you tugged off your underwear, letting it loop off one of your ankles, the bidders getting a wide shot, your core being plunged into with your sleek fingers. Each of them sat forward with anticipation, watching you bring yourself to climax as delicate whimpers of a name fell from your mouth before slowing your movements and removing your fingers, the honey essence dripping from you and onto the sheets below. They all sat in silence for a moment, breaths and heavy and hearts racing before each of them quickly dis-band and dispersed into their rooms. All of them had you on their mind, replaying what they just witnessed.

Eisuke: Eisuke was a powerful man, he could bring businesses down with a flick of his wrist, he could make profits double in value before he even had this morning coffee. Yet when it came to her, he was completely powerless. She had a grip on him like none other, every smirk or suggestive comment she would bat off but the rising colour of cheeks left Eisuke knowing he had an affect on her, just like she did him. He found him fisting his cock, night after night, spilling on his sheets wishing it was her hand instead of his. Ever since she’d come into his life nothing else seemed to matter, he lusted after her like he had never done before, purely intoxicated by her scent and presence. After the performance he witnessed with the others, he deleted every tape of it except for one on his phone, he wanted you purely for himself and no-one else. He watched as you climaxed over and over again, cock twitching each time as he knew he had heard right, ‘Eisuke’ falling from your lips in a withering moan.

With a hearty sigh you finished up the last room of your floor, checking your phone you had finished 30 minutes earlier than normal. You practically skipped to the elevator, you could go up, make Eisuke a coffee he would demand and be done for the day. The penthouse was empty when you entered, silence except for some tapping from Eisukes office, you waltzed over to the coffee machine and prepared his drink. Putting the three sugars and the jug of milk on the tray, pouring the hot water into the cup, carrying it to his office. You were so used to entering his office without knocking you didn’t think twice about just entering.

“Mr. Ichinomiya, I have your cof-” You started before frozen as you pushed the door open, Eisuke hunched over his chair, head thrown back with gritted teeth, hand thrusting in a vigorous movement below his desk. His eyes shot open, his eyes laced with darkness and lust, his hand slowing but not stopping as a bead of sweat ran across his forehead. You were about to turn, shut the door and run but a crying moan from the screen stopped you, “Eisuke” your breathless came flooded your ears. He was jacking off to you.

“Are you just going to stand there or what,” His lips twisting into a smirk as you slammed the door behind you, threw the tray on the nearest flat surface and began unbuttoning your blouse. You wanted this, you needed this, you wanted him. Straddling him, tapping his hand away as you wrapped your hands around his lengthy thickness, pumping him as he had been doing moments before. His hands ran up your exposing thighs, pushing up the material of your skirt to expose the red underwear you were wearing, the same underwear you wore when moaned his name, he felt all-self control snap. Fingers ran against the damping wetness of your panties, growls of approval as pushed a finger under them to run against your slickening folds.

“Mr. Ichin-” You whined with pleasure, as he sunk a finger inside your deep core, only to be cut off.

“Eisuke,” He groaned, your hand squeezing over his head, thumb tracing over the slit to spread his pre-cum over him.

“Take me,” You begged, another finger being trusted inside you, your hips mercilessly grinding down to ride his hand. He continued thrusting into you, only to remove his slicked digits from within when he felt you clench, his smirking gaze met your flushed cheeks. Pushing you off of his lap, turning you around so you faced his desk, your hands gripping at the solid wood beneath you as your skirt was hitched up over your waist. The heat of his throbbing member pressed fiercely against your ass as he ripped your panties from your body, a ��I’ll buy someone new ones’ smirked from behind you. One hand held your waist as the other spread your legs a little future, his erection gliding across your folds in a teasing manner.

“Eisuke please,” It came out more needing than you hoped, wetness coaxing his cock as he continued to tease you.

“What do you want, baby?” The word baby made you clench over nothing, pushing yourself back against him to relieve some friction. You knew Eisuke too well to know he never just give someone something, they had to beg which is what he wanted to do now.

“Just fuck me already,” You cried, unable to take his teasing, the wanton need clear in your voice. Hands gripping your waist as he thrusted into you, the thickness pulsing against your walls as he stretched your tightness with a hiss of pleasure, burying himself to the hilt inside you.

“You're so tight and wet for me baby,” He groaned with a slight struggle, fingertips sinking into your skin as he pulled out to thrust back in. Your knuckles went white from gripping the desk below you, the powerful thrusts hitting the perfect spot inside you, whimpers falling for you with each one. The sound of his pelvis hitting your ass flooded the small office, followed by your breathless moans and the occasion grunt from behind. It didn’t take long for him to bring you to a climax, the intensity picking up as he fucked you through your orgasm, Eisuke crying your lips as he delivered a pleasure to you like no-other.

“Your mine,” He growled, sinking his teeth in the crook of your neck, a mark of claim as he stilled, spilling deep inside you. A few breathless pants filled the silence, Eisuke finally pulling himself from you, his head resting against your back.

“I mean it,” His voice was slightly softer than normal, turning you around keeping you pinned between him and his desk, his face coming close to yours.

“Your mine,” His lips meet yours the first time, both of your hands coming up to intertwine in his hair, pulling him down close to you.

Soryu:

Soryu indeed was as his friends called him a ‘closeted pervert’, he lusted over you just as much as the others, the only difference was he did it in the privacy of his own comfort. He wasn’t as bold as the others when it came to women, able to keep his urges under-control unlike Ota he practically fucked anything with a pulse. Even confessing he lost his virginity due to a ‘life or death situation’, he didn’t need to go into future more details about it. He’d be calm, cool and collected throughout his life, that was until she came into it, making him through it all out of the window. Primal urges kicking in, the more time he spent around her, the more times he found his fist wrapped around his cock with the image of her in his mind, her name grazing his lips. The day the bidders watched her on screen, he wanted nothing more to bullet through all of them and protect her modesty but he was so pulled in by her, her moans and delicate whimpers, he couldn’t stop himself from falling victim. He had to fight the urge to kick down her door, take over and ravish her, but now only the image and memory of her would have to do. The moment all the bidders left for their rooms, he was already on the phone to his men telling them to hack into the security camera and send them a specific file, he heavily stressed that if anyone opened it he would make no issue of getting rid of them. He also made sure to get them to delete the footage from the security once Soryu had received it, this was for his eyes only. He fisted himself in time to your fingers, imaging he was plunging his thickness into you rather than your fingers, bringing himself to the edge in time to you. He planned to edge himself, deny his release for a few rounds before spilling but the moan that left the screen, the moan of his name made him release over his lower stomach without touching himself.

“Motherfucker” You hissed, tripping over something in your room and stubbing your feet off it, a slight pain surged through your foot. Bending down to see the leather coating, a book Soryu had lent you many weeks ago that you had finished, forgetting to return it to its owner. It was late into the evening and you knew Soryu was in, you’d not long been making him omelets for his dinner, fussing that he didn’t eat enough. He was literally so fussy, the only thing you ever saw him eat was the food you cooked for him. Picking up the book you headed out of your room and down the hallway to Soryus, his light was off but you knew he was in.

“Sor?” You knocked to no response, you knocked again before pressing down on the handle and slowly pushing the door open. It was dark inside, no sign of Soryu, he must have gone out. Boldly stepping in, you placed the book on his bedside desk, the sound of running water flooding your ears. Ah, he’s in the shower, no wonder he didn’t reply you thought. Turning to leave him in peace, a noise stopped you in your place, a heavy groan and whimpered moan. Shit, shit, shit, you thought. He’s got a woman over and here you are in his room! You hurried to make an exit when his words stopped you, “Bella”, he was calling out your name. The whimpering moans grew louder, almost as if it was a tape looping, heat flooding your cheeks as you recognise the whimpers, your whimpers, your voice crying out Soryu’s name. Was he? Over you? Surely not, but the groan of your name once more confirmed your thoughts.

Your feet lead you before you could even think, bouncing over to his bathroom and pushing the door slightly open a jar, breath hitching at the sight before you. He was under the shower, droplets of water running off his taunt back, one hand holding the wall as the other moved back and forth in front of him, his head thrown back as he groaned, his phone on the side playing looped recordings of your crying moans.

“Soryu…” You so breathlessly whispered, biting your lower lip as you took in the scene before you, feeling yourself clench and pulse in time to your throbbing heartbeat. He turned his head over his shoulder, no sign of embarrassment as usual, instead his eyes half lidded and rimmed with lust. His hand stroking himself slower, a slight glimpse of the pure muscle that lay beneath his suit, the throbbing hardness that make you go weak at the knees. Neither said a word, his eyes following you as they watched you pull of your clothes before joining him in the shower, fully exposed as you stood in-front of him.

Bringing a hand to rest on his cheek, the other ran down his abdomen before reaching the curls at the base of his cock. A shiver ran down his spine as you wrapped a hand around him, replacing his own as you began to stroke up and down him, the head pressing tight against your stomach. He closed the distance between you, pushing you to be back up against the wall as his mouth came crashing down on yours, your hand pumping him with a harder grip. Tongues coaxed each others, a soft hand held your waist as he groaned into your mouth, his hips thrusting as you brought him closer and closer to a release.

“What are you-” His eyes opened wide as you broke the kiss, pushing him back slightly before dropping to yours knees, his cock twitching as you ran your tongue up and down his length, replacing your hand. The groan that hit your ears was like music as you took part of his length into your mouth, hand re-wrapping around his base as you feel into a steady rhythm. A handle gently placed to the back of your head as you bobbed over him, muscles of his toned chest beginning to twitch as his breath became ragged. A flicker of your tongue under his head, a strangle groan and you felt his hot release shot against the back of your throat. He panted above you with shut eyes, regaining his breath before opening them, eyes glossing over once more as he watched you swallow and releasing him with a lewd pop.

The next few seconds were a blur, him picking you up as he turned off the water, carrying you into his room and placing you on his bed. Both of you dripping wet, lust in your eyes and a blazing heat shared between you. He almost looked hesitant to continue before the words, ‘make me yours Soryu’ fell from your mouth. Lips came crashing back to yours as he pushed you down onto the bed, climbing on top of you.

Mamoru:

Mamoru liked to tease you, often referring to you as a kid but he always saw you as a woman. Especially when you would clap back at the remarks the other bidders made at you, nothing warmed his heart more than seeing someone stand up to Eisuke and down-right refuse him. The lingerie he saw you wear that night was like the lingerie he pictured you wearing so many times in his thoughts, but never did he think you would actually be the type to wear it. He knew all about the cameras Eisuke had planted across the penthouse, he was a detective for christ sake, he even knew how to access them off his own phone. The night the bidders watched you on the screen, he removed all copies from the system, all except one that he kept for his personal use. He wasn’t like the others, taking a woman for a quick fling here and there, his main company was his right hand and porn. But porn was fully replaced with your own video, he timed himself to release at the same time as you, the way you breathlessly moaned his name was enough to send him over the edge.

Today was the day the penthouse was to be cleaned, so far you’d done every room except Mamoru’s. You always left his last due to him sleeping in late, it was just easier to do it last rather than argue with the detective who protested for days the last night you went and woke him up. Wiping the small bead of sweat from your brow, you picked up the cleaning supplies and headed to his room. Pushing open the door, his room was still dark but a glow of his phone indicated he was awake.

“Hey I’m gonna clean is that okay-” You started but stopped, a moaning coming from his phone and your eyes shot open to see Mamoru sprawled under the covers, phone in one hand and a jerking movement coming from the other. He stilled as he saw you.

“Fuck I’m so sorry,” You blushed, going to quickly retreat but the moan of ‘Mamoru’ stopped you, that was your voice coming from the phone. Your eyes meet his, he already knew he had been caught jerking off to you, lust and desire raging through your body.

“You know,” You whispered, shutting the door and dropping your supplies, taking striking steps towards him, “If you put the phone down,”. You began unbuttoning your uniform, pushing the dress off of your waist to stand in your underwear before, “You can have the real thing,”. He let out a heavy groan, throwing the covers off of him, the sight of his toned body and throbbing member standing fully erect with a glistening beam of pre-cum on his head made your eyes widened.

“Then quit staring and get over he darlin,” His eyes flitting with lust as he watched you climb onto the bed and straddle him. Hands indulged over each other's bodies, your underwear quickly stripped from your body as fingers teased your wetting folds, reaching down to wrap your hand around his thick cock and pump him. A finger thrusted into you before another joined, both of you bringing pleasure to each other in a synchronized rhythm. His breaths started to become more frayed, a sign if things didn’t stop quickly it would all be over too fast. Taking the hint, you released him from your grip as he pulled his fingers from within you, lapping at the wetness that dripped off them with his tongue. Lifting yourself up, you lowered yourself onto his head as your wetness coaxed down him, his hands resting on your waist. The breathy moans fell from your lips as you tilted your hips, angling him to hit the sweet spot inside you as you took him inch by inch, the thickness of him stretching you to a new high. Falling into a steady rhythm, your nails digging into his chest leaving red marks as he helped guide your rocking motions. A string of groans and mumbled words fell from him as each motion, “Fuck sweetheart,”, “Your so tight darlin”, “Your fuckin perfect,”, each one spurring you on more. Throwing your head back as your eyes rolled to the back of your head, the thrust of his hips as he ground up to meet you sent sparks of electricity down your spine.

“M-Mamo!” You cried, muscles clamping down over his cock as he let out a heavy groan, your orgasm hitting you as he continued to thrust into you. He reached his peak seconds after yours, the tightness of your core coaxing him into his own release.

You panted for a few moments, head rolled forward as he held you against his chest, the scent of sex and sweat lingering in the air. His cock still buried inside you as you felt the rapid beating of his heart beneath his chest, his hands caressing your back in a soft motion as your breaths came back to normal.

“I should get back to work,” You managed through slight pants, the hold on you tightened.

“Your not going anywhere darlin’” He grinned, rolling you over so you lay beneath him, his cock re-hardening inside you, “Your mine now kid, I’m not planning on letting you go anyway,”.

Baba:

Baba was an actual gentleman, the rumours and exchanges of his sex life were heavily exaggerated. Yes he did go through a patch in his life when he was jumping from bed to bed but it was nowhere near the extent of what the other bidders said it was. He was actually a hopeless romantic, wanting more than just a meaningless fling which is why when she entered his life, he never ever considered another woman. Instead she flooded his thoughts, innocent at first but the growing lust for her pursued into dirty ideas. He found porn no longer interested him, no the only thing he thought about was her, each time she popped into his head the blood went rushing down south. The video of her the bidders saw stirred in emotions he didn’t know he had, it wasn’t just lust, he wanted to rip the tv from the wall and prevent anyone from seeing her like that. Anyone expect him. He relieved her images in his mind, spilling over his lower stomach as he hand once again found itself rubbing over his cock. The next day, the thief snuck into Eisuke’s office and downloaded the video onto his phone, removing all traces from with a click of a button. He was a thief, destroying footage and breaking in was practically his day-job. His fingers skimmed over the video, admiring her beauty until he found the part he wanted. He held his phone close to his ear listening with pure detail, his cock hardening and throbbing as he heard it, “Mitsu” whimpering from her lips as she came.

“Okay Mitsu, I’m done cleaning so I’ll see you later,�� You smiled sweetly as he tipped his fedora at you, gathering up your supplies as you left his room, leaving the thief sitting at his desk. Mitsu’s room was the last room on your shift, meaning you was finally free to enjoy the rest of your day. You were planning on going to the market and enjoying the sunshine, a day full of your own leisure. Putting the supplies away in the cleaning cupboard, you noticed one item was missing from the pile. With a sigh you turned on your heels and walked back to Mitsu’s room, pushing the door open.

“Hey sorry I just forg-” Your jaw dropping as you witnessed the sight in front of you. Mitsu standing up from his desk, naked except for a tight pair of boxers with a strained erection, flustering as he covers it with his fedora and mashing the buttons on his phone.

“P-Princess!” His face red as a crying moan you instantly recognised, your face burning as red as his as you heard your moans coming from the device. You both stood still, eyes focused on each other as your chest rose heavily.

“I- Cloth… forgot-” You stuttered, still taking in the sight, the redness spreading down his neck.

“Mitsu…” You shut the door and took a bold step forward, “I-Is that me?”. His eyes averted your gaze and he hung his head slightly, giving you a clear answer. The heat of embarrassment washed over with arousal, the man you so longed to be with was turned on, over you. The moaning whimpers of his name came again from his phone and he finally got it to turn off, finally bringing his eyes to meet yours.

“Mitsu I want you,” The words gushed out before you could even recognise them, his eyes widening as he took a step towards you.

“You do?” He questioned, where had the man who could charm the pants off a nun gone?

“I thought that was made fairly obvious,” You teased, guesting on his phone as he chuckled, finally relaxing about the situation.

“Well it would be rude of me to deny my beautiful lady of such need,” He flashes you his trademark grin, closing the space between you and dropping his fedora. Your lips met in a hurried frenzy, both of your and his hands tugging to undress you before tugging at his boxers, his erect member standing free. His hands cup your naked breasts as your hand wrapped around his thickness, wanting moans falling from both of you. He guided you to the bed, gently pushing you down as he spread your thighs, peeling your panties away and exposing your glistening core to him.

“Your beautiful,” He whispered between kisses that traced up your thighs, pressing a gentle bite to the apex of your thighs met. His face settled between your thighs, the flat of his tongue stroking over your throbbing clit as you throw your head against the sheets, fingers clinging to his hair. He pushed his index and middle finger into his mouth, slicking them with saliva before spitting against your clit, his tongue coming back instantly to lap it through your folds. His fingers thrusted into you, making you cry out with pleasure, pumping into as he lapped at your clit. Your hands twisted into his hair tugging at his to guide his movements, your hips grinding against his face as he ravished you. He ate at you like a starving dog with a bone, never ceasing for a moment as another finger found itself inside your tight core.

‘M-Mitsu!” You trembled, thighs clenching at the side of his head as your back arched fully off the bed. A harsh nibble at your clit sent you over the edge, ecstasy racking through your body as your orgasm hit you with an intense wave. He removed his fingers and lapped at your essence, savouring every drop from your leaking core.

“Now my princess,” He hummed, finally pulling himself away to crawl on top of you.

“I hope you forgive me but I fear I can’t hold back any longer,” His crashing down on yours as you taste yourself on his tongue, your legs spread to let him settle between you.

“Don’t hold back Mitsu,” Your nails racking down his back as he thrusts his head inside you with a pleasurable groan.

“Your mine princess, only mine,” He groaned, thrusting and fully hilting himself inside you.

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MC finds out the camera: “Is this really necessary?” Mamoru grumbled.

“Shut up whining,” Soryu scoffed.

“It’s embarrassing,” Eisuke mumbled, but a smirk still graced his lips.

“You're only saying that because you got us caught and into this mess!” Baba chuckled.

“Now, now, boys,” You purred, crossing your legs as you sat back to lean on the sofa, the bidders standing in front of you in a line, “It’s only fair”.

You found out about the camera and the mens little watching after finding Ota trying to break into Eisukes computer one day on your shift. After a harsh pinch to the ear, the artist spilled and the only thing on your mind was revenge.

You watched eagerly as they dropped their boxers, a wide range of length cocks all different in thickness and curves stood solid in-front of you. Your tongue darted out to lick your bottom lip.

“Make it good show boys,” You winked, watching as their hands wrapped around their own lengths. Oh how sweet revenge can be.

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everyhowlmarksthedead · 4 years

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WE ARE SAMCRO

Marcus Álvarez x Jackson Teller's sister!Reader

Anon asked: could you write an imagine with Marcus Alvarez in which you are Jax sister and you’re dating Alvarez behind Jax back. and he finds out because he finds you two cuddling

Word Count: 2.6k

Thanks to my lovely beta reader @chibsytelford 💘

Author comments: I hope you all enjoy. Gif isn't mine.

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Taking off the helmet growling because of the pain burning in your lower lip, you crossed the wooden door to the bar. The place was full of bikers from Cali and neighboring states with rock music playing through the speakers, and old beer smell in the environment. Some men greeted you with something similar to a reverence, as you walked to the bar. Sitting on a stool, in the farthest corner, you gave your helmet and the Samcro' kutte to James, an old bartender that knew you since ever. Your father used to take you there on Sundays, to play pool with his friends. Now you only used to go whenever you had a bad day, even if your life wasn't good at all. Unsheathing the gloves that covered your hands, you tried to stretch the fingers of your right one with some dry blood on your knuckles.

“Clay?” The man asked offering you a cold gel pad to put it on. You nodded, knowing you didn't need to use any words. He already knew what was happening between you and your mother's boyfriend.

“I need something strong”. You just said, lying your cheek above the forearm supported on the old bar.

Putting an empty glass close to you, James served you a premium whisky before push a little the drink to you.

“Aren't you Jackson's sister?”

Behind you, a mexican accent claimed your attention. Your lips were touching the edge of the glass, drowning a heavy sight there before having a long sip.

“Not tonight”.

Chuckles at your back, trying to figure out at what time you told a joke to make him laugh. You turned your body over the stool with a lot of curses piling up in your tongue, hushing your restless mind when you read ‘Mayans Oakland’ on a leather vest like yours. Shit, the only thing you needed to crown yourself that day. Swallowing saliva, you licked your lips somewhat nervous.

“My apologies, Álvarez”.

You didn't know him, not personally, but you heard about Mayans and his deals with Samcro. And maybe you saw him at Teller-Morrow once, but you weren't sure at all.

“Rough day, mija?”

“I wish”. Crossing a leg above the other, you supported your back against the wood. “I'm fine, okay? Oakland and Charming's deals doesn't include me. You don't have to babysit me”.

Maybe it sounded rude, but you didn't really care about what image he had of you. Sitting up and turning again to gave him your back, you continued trying to enjoy your loneliness on the corner your father used to drink, feeling something closer to him. The amaranth liquid scraping your throat, trying to control some tears that wanted to fall down by your cheeks, made you remember old times you thought you had forgotten. Your phone ringed, sparkling your brother's name on the screen, pushing you loud to reality. And when you were about to hung up the call, a finger with a golden ring in it did it for you. The mexican sat next to you, grabbing your phone to turn it off. You noticed that he wasn't wearing the leather jacket anymore, whilst he was attracting the bartender's attention with the same finger raised up to indicate him to serve two more drinks. After that gesture, he offered you his right hand on air.

“Marcus”.

You looked down to it, doubting for a second until you understood what he was trying. At least, be pleasant. Putting away the cold gel pad over your knuckles, you narrowed his softly, enough to not hurt your hand a little more.

“(Y/N)”.

“Rough day?”

“Most like a hellish one”.

“Want to talk about it?”

“Sounds like I could fix the world telling you my shit”.

“Not at all, but letting go all that shit and drinking four glasses more, you will sleep better”.

“Will you take my bike, ride me home and tuck me into bed?”

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It has been six month since that night when Marcus, without knowing it, saved you. You know he had a talk with Clay that made your stepfather's behavior change with you. You don't know what happened inside the SOA's meeting room, although you're sure that Álvarez didn't tell him anything about you were together, but if he touched you again Mayans wouldn't keep the deal with Sons. And that did not suit Clay. And you started to feel more happy and full of life, especially when Marcus used to come to Charming. It was pretty fun pretend that you were just somekind of friends, or most like a man treating with respect a girl who enjoyed her work as mechanic at Teller-Morrow. But whenever you could hide from prying eyes, you fell a little more for each other. No one suspected about you two.

┅┅ ┅ ┅ ┅┅

Marcus spent the day touring Cali coast from the mexican border and it wasn't on his plans to stop in Charming, being that he should visits Samcro in a couple of days. Oakland was only an hour away, more or less, but stand with you for a night was what he really needed. And you weren't even waiting for him, so it was a surprise when you opened the door and found him there.

At first it takes you some seconds to react, noticing how his face turns to somewhat confused, till you practically jump into him wrapping his body with your legs and his neck with your arms. Hugging him as Marcus guides his feet inside the flat to close the door behind his back, you fill with kisses all his face finally reaching his lips. Catching them between yours in a soft and dearly gesture, you can feel how he melts under all the love you always give him.

“Did you miss me, ah?” He mutters touching his nose with you, keeping closed his eyes.

“Didn't you?” You reply back with some chuckles.

“I'm here”.

Continuing his steps to the huge sofa placed in front of the TV, he lays down there making himself a space between your legs. It's impossible not miss Marcus, seeing him every four or five days with some luck and having to pretend that you're just friends. Leaving some caresses and gentle touches on his scruff and head, you kiss his right cheek as he lets you do whatever you want with him.

“I just wanted to come home, have a shower and sleep with you”. He says drowning a heavy yawn, resting his forehead on your chest. “So, don't move. I'll be back in five minutes”.

“Okay, amor”.

Giving you a last smooth kiss, for the moment, he gets up walking towards the room you usually share, supposing to take some comfortable clothes. Whilst the man is inside the room, you can't help but thinking about how amazing sounded the word ‘home’ in his tongue, giving you some tickles in the stomach. Somewhat inexplicable. You never thought you could feel something like that for anyone, always believing that the only thing you aspired to was being a simple mechanic at the orders of others. From your house to the workshop and vice versa.

When he's done, looking like he's a new man, Marcus accommodates his body with yours wrapping your waist with his arms and tangling his legs into yours. Leaving a relaxed sight on air and resting the head on your chest, he closes his eyes. You can feel how tired the Mayan is, dragging softly your nails above his bare back wanting to make him feel more relaxed. Sometimes you think about the difference between he being alone with you and he being with his crew. You have seen him in action with a gun in his hand threatening whoever, as if he hasn't any feelings, nor even heart. But then, he comes to your house and tell you thousand times how much he loves you whilst preparing you some dinner or cuddling at bed.

“Next month we're going to close an allies' deal with SOA”. He says a little sleepy and lowly. “I think we could stop hiding after it”.

You feel some nerves running through your skin, when you hear those words. You really want to do it. And actually, if no one knows nothing about you to, except some Mayans, it's because you asked him to keep the secret. You don't care about what your mother, nor Jax, nor Clay could say, but because of Mayans deals. You don't want to fuck up his MC. And that's why you feel somewhat scared. You have the feeling or the sensation that could suppose the end of your relationship. And Marcus is the only good thing you have in life. You don't want to lose him. You can't.

“What you think, ah?” He asks then after some seconds in silence, licking his lips as he gets up a little, enough to look at you with your gaze away. “Your mouth can lie to me, but not your eyes, mi amor. Tell me what's inside that brilliant mind”.

“I just…”

Lying by his side over the sofa, Marcus holds you tightly against his body pulling a bristle of hair behind your ear. He's worried, but not as you are.

“I just want you to promise me… that if one day you're between the sword and the wall… choose the MC before me”.

“I'm not going to promise that, (Y/N). Because that's not going to happen and I'm never going to choose the MC before you”. His voice is firm without hesitation, leaving a ephemeral caress on your left cheek, following with his eyes his own fingertips touring your skin. “You're more than a pretty face and an intelligent brain. You're my safe place. And I want you to be my family. I'm not scared of losing everything, if I have you by my side”.

“But…”

“No. There is no 'but' here, (Y/N)”.

Your name is the last word he has to say, ending the talk even if you want to continue. For him, it's enough and he doesn't want to carry on with something it has no sense. He has already chosen you ahead of the rest. You just nod leaning some inches to crash softly your lips above his, whilst his hand tangling in your hair. Sinking your face on his neck, under his chin, you leave some kisses there before falling asleep focused in his calm breathe, as usually when he's at home. There are no nightmares when he narrows you into his arms so warmly you could melt, you don't even has any kind of dream. You sleep placidly like never and waking up pretty rested.

But when you open your eyes, the sofa is empty and cold. Sitting up and rubbing your eyes with the knuckles, you yawn looking around. At the exact moment you find his kutte hanging on a chair, you see next to it a SOA one. Your heart stop, feeling how your skin begins to pale. Walking barefoot and putting on well the Marcus' shirt your wearing, poking the head out the door at the terrace, your heart jumps. Jax is there. Drinking coffee and smoking with the mexican. Swallowing saliva, you take another step outside. They stare at you in silence. You're about to sweat, cry or run away, you're not sure.

“There's more coffee in the kitchen”. Your brother just says. But your throat is full closed.

“You ok?” Marcus asks then, making you twist your neck with confusion.

“What ar—”. You can't finish the question as your brain is collapsing.

There's no blood on the floor, nor a gun on the table. They're simply good. Talking calmly as if they were friends since ever. Walking in silence to the farthest chair from them and sitting on, you rest your forearms above the table. Your brother push a cigar over it, making it roll to you. Lighting up in your lips, you have a deep smoke pulling it out by your nose.

“At first I thought you were just losing your shit, with all that happiness and sudden vitality. Then I thought you were maybe hanging out with a Mayan. Someone like Rafi or Jaime, but I didn' say nothing 'cause I can't remember when was the last time I saw you smiling”. Jax is the first to speak, moving the spoon inside the mug with his gaze on his fingers, before raising both blue eyes to you. “I'm okay, if you're okay, (Y/N)”.

Those words hit out the weight you've been carrying on your shoulders for six long months, feeling that finally you can breathe again.

“Clay and Gemma are gonna freak out, but you don't have to give a shit”. He says then shrugging his shoulders, whilst you're taking another puff. “I'm gonna take Samcro' presidence, and I just want you to be happy”.

You can't help but letting a tear falling down your cheek, the same one that Marcus cleans with his fingers in silence. You nod looking at your brother, licking and biting your lips softly.

“I'm sorry I didn' tell you, Jax”.

“You don' have to. You were scared, I understand it, (Y/N). I would probably do the same on your position”. Your brother replies with a low tone, holding your left hand above the table to narrow it softly.

“I have to come back to Oakland”. The mexican speaks then, turning to you with a fleeting smile on the corner of his lips. You nod at him. It wasn't the awakening that you had expected, but at least Marcus and you don't have to hide anymore. “I'll call you when I'm at the club, okay?”

Getting up from his chair, he leans towards you to leave a lovely kiss on your forehead, keeping some respect to Jax and don't kissing your lips.

“I love you”. He mutters maintaining your eyes with his.

“I love you too”. You just say pursing your lips on a shameful smile.

Colliding his shoulder against your brother's, narrowing his hand as a farewell, Marcus pick up his stuff before leaving your flat.

“Are you gonna leave Charming?” Jax asks when the main door is closed, before having a sip of his coffee.

“I don' know… We didn' talk about it”.

“I would miss you”.

Sobbing for a second, you lie down on your chair with your legs pending by the armrest.

“Wha'? It's true, little sister”.

“I'm just… thinking that it's a dream and I'm gonna wake up when I less expect it”.

“Why?”

“Seriously, big brother?” You ask playing the sarcastic card. “Me, with a chicano. I mean, I don' care about… where he's from, nor shits like that. But SOA does”.

“We are Samcro, (Y/N). Our father was the first founder, never forget it”. He replies pointing at you with his forefinger. “Clay is just like a… fuckin' cancer, that we're gonna kick'ut from the heart of our club. And even so, no one will ever tell you who you should be with. I'll not allow it, you hear me?”

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cheri-translates · 4 years

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[CN] Kiro’s Colourful Date (Eng Translation)

🍒 Warning: This post contains detailed spoilers for a date which has not been released in English servers! 🍒

Disney Dates Collection: Gavin // Lucien // Victor

The date begins with MC on the beach in a foreign country for work purposes

It’s her third day here, while Kiro has been here for two weeks to produce his new album

As the sun sets on the beach, MC suddenly recalls what happened on this exact same beach and starts spluttering her soul out

(Note: She’s referring to the Prayer Date where it’s implied they did the deed)

Kiro suddenly appears:

Kiro: MC, are you okay?!

MC asks what Kiro is doing on the beach

Kiro: Because our hearts are linked as one!

Kiro blinks, turning to the side to block the view of curious onlookers.

Kiro: I’m just kidding. I already knew you’d be here. I also know that you really wanted to see me, but didn’t want to disturb me.

Kiro’s tender voice mixes along with the sea breeze, brushing across my ear gently. He takes a step forward, closing the distance between us even more.

Kiro: [sighs] I had no choice but to end my recording quickly to look for you. Since I’m so considerate, aren’t you going to give me a hug?

He opens his arms wide and hugs me even before I can lift my hands.

At this moment, the warmth I haven’t felt in a long time encases me tightly.

During the weekend, MC waits for Kiro at the amusement park

Kiro sends her a message: "Miss Chips, there’s a problem. Go to the small street at the right side of the entrance quickly!”

MC heads over

Kiro: Sorry I’m late. Huff... Miss Chips, you must have been waiting long.

Kiro leans against the railing. He pulls down his face mask and speaks a little breathlessly.

A bead of sweat rolls down his temple and onto his face. He looks as though he had just been running.

Even then, the smile he exhibits is even more dazzling than the summer sunlight.

He offers his hand to me, eyes filled with colours of anticipation.

Kiro: Miss Chips, hurry, it’s time to go in!

Kiro explains that a bunch of reporters have been following him ever since he left the hotel

MC suggests that they leave, but Kiro refuses. He’s determined to have an enjoyable day with MC, and at the same time not have any photographs taken of him

They can’t shake the reporters off, so Kiro suggests they find some place to hide. They head to a small corner behind a shop

He removes his Donald Duck backpack and retrieves headbands and pair of sunflower-shaped cartoon sunglasses...

He helps put the Minnie Mouse headband on MC’s head

Kiro: This suits you very well - even cuter than I imagined!

After saying this, he puts on a Mickey Mouse headband, then wears the sunglasses.

Kiro: This way, no one will be able to recognise us, right?

MC: Mm, I can barely recognise myself.

I look at my reflection in the glass - the exaggeratedly large sunglasses have covered half of my face, yet it comes across as normal in the amusement park.

Kiro: We’ll look like normal visitors!

Kiro leans over so our reflections are in the same window. He even does a V pose with his fingers, making me laugh involuntarily.

MC: Stop flaunting your good looks, let’s go out.

Kiro: Eh, we should take a selfie first!

The reporters suddenly appear, but they enter the shop without recognising Kiro

MC asks if they should return to the amusement park another day instead so they wouldn’t have to face the wrath of Savin if Kiro’s photos do get taken

Kiro reassures her that everything will be OK!

Kiro: Whatever I promise you, I’ll definitely do it. The only thing you have to do today is enjoy the amusement park vacation together with me!

Perhaps feeling that this isn’t enough, he walks to a staff member and purchases a double-layered heart-shaped balloon.

Kiro: I see many other girls having this too.

As he says this, he lowers his head to fasten the string of the balloon to my wrist.

Kiro: This is even more perfect!

Just as they decide to head to an attraction, the reporters spot Kiro from afar and shout his name. This attracts the attention of the visitors.

Tourist:

Kiro: Don’t panic.

I hear Kiro’s calm and steady voice in my ear, calming my frenzy.

Kiro: We’ll pretend not to hear it, and walk over there.

MC: W-we can do that?

Kiro: Trust me, they aren’t certain that it’s me.

They walk through the crowd... then break out into a RUN until they lose the reporters by entering an attraction

MC leaves her balloon with the staff, then realises they’re queuing for an intense roller-coaster. Her legs start wobbling :’D

MC: ...I didn’t expect it to be a roller-coaster.

After strapping on the safety belt, I swallow nervously and turn my head to look at Kiro, who is sitting next to me.

Kiro doesn’t seem to hear me. His gaze is fixed on the track in front of us, his smile frozen in place.

MC: Kiro?

Only when I tug at his sleeve in confusion does Kiro turn his head stiffly.

Kiro: What. Is. Wrong. Miss Chips?

His gaze is a little blank. When he talks, he sounds like a robot, saying one word at a time.

MC: Should we...

At this moment, the attraction’s countdown resounds. Both our faces twitch.

In the next second, the shrill screaming starts.

MC: Ahhh!

I drag my jelly-like legs and walk towards the exit. My desperate yelling from before makes my brain feel as though it lacks air.

MC: I can’t do it anymore...

Kiro: Miss Chips, the roller-coaster was really interesting!

In contrast to me, Kiro, despite his initial nervousness, looks radiant now.

MC remembers how they were chased by reporters earlier and voices her concerns

Kiro hints that he sought help from the a staff member i.e. disguising him as Kiro and leading the reporters away

They take a break and Kiro notices that MC doesn't look too well after the roller-coaster ride, so he buys ice-cream for the both of them

Kiro: Do you feel much better now?

Looking at Kiro’s sparkling eyes, as though waiting for a compliment, I smile and nod.

MC: As long as I have desserts and you, it feels like all my tiredness has been completely swept away.

Kiro: [laughs] I’m different! As long as you’re here, I’ll always be full of enthusiasm.

I see a tiny me reflected in his eyes. Under the sunlight, they look like gentle ripples on the surface of a lake.

A small squirrel suddenly appears from a tree and watches them curiously

Kiro: Hello there, little cutie.

Pleasantly surprised, Kiro bends down, greeting the squirrel with a wave.

The squirrel tilts its head, not running off. Kiro’s eyes sparkle and he takes slow steps towards it.

The squirrel hurriedly scampers away by several steps.

Kiro: Why does it ignore me?

As though feeling wronged, Kiro mutters to himself. He lowers his voice and mumbles something in the direction of the squirrel.

I can’t hear what he’s saying. The squirrel, which as been looking left and right so far, suddenly scampers back to where we are. It runs in circles around Kiro, looking very happy.

MC: How did you do that? It’s magical...

Surprised, I take a few steps towards Kiro. As though afraid Kiro would leave, the squirrel also scampers closer to him.

Once Kiro stops, the squirrel once again happily hops around in circles around him.

Kiro: It’s not over yet.

Looking at my wide eyes, Kiro smiles mysteriously.

At this moment, another two squirrels appear from the tree. One of them even climbs onto his arm, as though plotting to get the ice-cream.

Kiro: Ah, you can’t eat this!

Watching the squirrel’s movements, Kiro hurriedly finishes the ice-cream.

Seeing the delicacy disappear, the squirrel starts chirping and gesturing with its short paws. This adorable display makes Kiro surrender instantly.

Kiro: [laughs] There’s nothing left now, but I’ll bring all of you something delicious next time!

The squirrel nods, as though agreeing with his words.

At this moment, I feel as though I’ve fallen into a fairytale.

Noticing my exaggerated expression, Kiro looks at the small furry animals, then pinches his earlobe unconsciously.

Kiro: Hmm, I seem to have played too much...

Kiro holds the squirrel up, rubbing its head gently.

Kiro: Go back quickly.

As though they can really understand his words, the squirrels rub Kiro’s palm before disappearing in the direction they came from.

MC: So you’re not only popular among humans - even animals like you so much.

Kiro: After all, I’m Kiro!

A smirk suddenly appears on his lips. Seeing that I don’t have time to react, he leans over, lowers his head, and takes a bite of the ice-cream in my hand.

Kiro: The strawberry flavour is so sweet!

With the tip of his tongue, he licks his lips contentedly, but there are still traces left at the corner of his mouth.

MC: Didn’t you just have a chocolate ice-cream? Also...

I’ve eaten this one...

Thinking about this, my face starts flushing.

Kiro: Miss Chips, look up!

I subconsciously lift my head. With a tightening sensation on my shoulder, the distance between us is closed by Kiro.

The sunlight, surface of the water, the sky, the roller-coaster in the distance... and the both of us leaning against each other.

Two smiling faces look towards the camera, a similar happiness dancing in our eyes.

With a “kacha”, this moment is frozen forever.

Kiro: This photo is amazing!

Satisfied, Kiro sets the selfie as his wallpaper, then waves it in front of me.

I see two people in the photograph leaning against each other intimately underneath the sunlight. It makes my face flush red.

Kiro: But this isn’t enough. I also want freeze this moment in my memory forever!

I look towards his handsome side profile, and an insuppressible smile appears on my lips.

Right now, I suddenly feel like Kiro is really someone who knows magic. He has the magic to always make me happy.

Kiro looks towards the park exit, then offers his hand to me.

Kiro: Since we’ve had sufficient rest, shall we leave?

I place my palm in his hand. After a slight hesitation, I muster my courage and ask, slightly nervous.

MC: Shall we... take the roller-coaster one more time?

Kiro’s eyes widen in astonishment, then he laughs, revealing a smile that’s even more brilliant than sunlight.

Kiro: So that you wouldn’t feel afraid, I’ll keep holding onto your hand this time! Quick, let’s go!

#mlqc #mlqc cn #mlqc spoilers #mlqc kiro

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putas-in-suffering · 4 years

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Fluff #65 with Angel or EZ

✨“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”✨

This took on a life of its own without permission. El espiritu de la puteria was with us lol!

“Bitch, don’t even act like you’re not in love with him.”

You nearly choked on your drink at your best friend’s bold words, thankful that the bar was loud enough to conceal the not-so-secret secret from wandering ears.

But she wasn’t wrong, she hardly ever was when it came to matters involving you, having known you long enough to consider you like more of a sister than a friend.

“Okay fine! So I love Ezekiel, y que?” You responded defensively, eyes nervously darting everywhere but in her direction.

“Does he know that though?”

You didn’t trust yourself to answer, so you took another long sip of your margarita instead. The bitter aftertaste of the tequila lingered on your tongue like the words you couldn’t quite bring yourself to say to your boyfriend. It was silly really, considering how long you’d been with EZ, but it still felt like such a huge leap.

She sighed at your silence, reaching out to place her hand over yours.

“Girl, what are you waiting for? You know he loves you too. I mean, the man looks at you like you’re his whole fucking world or something. It’s kinda gross.”

You smiled up at your friend, her validation meaning more than she’d ever know.

The thought of how much you loved EZ invaded your mind, the very look your friend described flashing through your memory, bringing tears to your eyes and a warmth to your cheeks. Tequila always made you sentimental, but you also knew it wasn’t the only reason to blame for the flood of emotions you were experiencing.

“I’m gonna tell him,” you turned to face her, your posture and voice suddenly confident as you dug around in your purse.

“If I can just find my phone....”

“Oh this thing?”

Your friend playfully waved your phone in her hands. It was safer in her possession than in yours, given the state you were in, but that didn’t stop you from reaching for it, nearly spilling your drink on the bar top.

“See, that’s why I’m not giving this back,” she laughed, tucking the phone away in her purse.

“Bitch,” you spat with a laugh, which she returned.

***

You stayed at the bar for hours, laughing and drinking until you’d both had your fill of both. It was last call when you grabbed your purse and excused yourself to the bathroom. You stumbled inside less than gracefully, catching your reflection in the mirror. You admired yourself for a moment, wondering if EZ would have liked your outfit, what he might have said to you if he was there, what he might do. The thought alone bolstered your confidence.

You set the purse down on the counter to look for your lipgloss, except the contents were completely unfamiliar. A small gasp left your lips at the realization that you’d grabbed your friends purse instead of your own. But you didn’t rush to return it, not when you knew that your phone was finally back in your possession. You held it in your hands like it was the holy grail, toying with the idea of calling EZ just for the hell of it.

Maybe it was how much you missed him or maybe it was the liquid courage coursing through your veins, but you decided to call him either way. The rush had you bouncing on your heels, waiting eagerly for him to pick up the phone, to hear his voice on the other end of the line.

After what felt like ages of ringing, he finally answered, but you winced at the sound of his voice, finding his panicked tone confusing-- the late hour not really dawning on you as a valid cause for concern.

“Hey, you okay?!”

“I’m fan-fucking-tastic actually,” you lilted, and EZ swore he could hear the batting of your lashes through the phone.

He smiled at the sound of your voice, happy that you’d had a good night out with your bestie. You deserved it-- you deserved it all, in his eyes. You’d been nothing short of patient and loyal, supporting him through all that came with joining the MC, and for that he would be grateful to you until his dying day.

“Sounds that way. You drunk, baby girl?” His soft chuckle went unnoticed, but the implication for something else, something mischievous, was there.

“Maybe so,” you giggled, now pacing the empty bathroom, twirling a loose curl between your fingers.

“Do you need me to pick you up or something, amor?”

Leave it to Ezequiel to be chivalrous when you were so clearly flirting with him.

“Or something...”

Oh, so it was that kind of call.

Your sultry tone had him licking his lips, and despite his better judgement, he indulged you in whatever impulsive game you wanted to play.

“You by yourself?” His voiced had dropped an octave, sounding deeper, more dangerous.

“Yes, but I wish you were here with me.”

It was pointless to hide your neediness from him when he was always one step ahead of you, anticipating your every move, knowing you even better than you knew yourself at times.

“Yeah? And if I was, what would we be doing right now?”

“All sorts of fun things, baby,” you teased with a bite of your lip.

***

You leaned against the sink, skin balmy with sweat, the top half of your dress pulled down, chest heaving from the orgasm you’d just pulled from yourself. EZ grunted on the other end of the line, having reached his own peak, your name leaving his lips with a soft laugh. It was too easy to give into your whims, but there was no denying you.

“Fuck,” you swallowed thickly, trying to catch your breath.

“I love you.”

You spoke the words with such ease, as though you’d been saying them all along. You didn’t even flinch or think twice when they left your lips.

“I love you too, baby,” EZ confessed, his voice softer now, utterly vulnerable and sincere.

“EZ,”

Your response died in your throat as a heavy knock on the door starltled you back to reality.

“Put your fucking calzónes back on, cochina. The Uber is here,” your friend alerted you, with a little too much enthusiasm.

You visibly cringed, fumbling with the straps of your dress to regain some long-lost modesty.

“EZ, I gotta go, I’ll see you tomorrow okay?”

“See you then, baby,” he sweetly offered, making you smile one last time before you stood to face the music outside.

You wobbled slightly as you exited the bathroom, the blush on your cheeks not fooling anyone as to what you’d been up to, least of all your friend who had caught the tail end of the show.

“Can’t take you anywhere, I swear,” she giggled, hooking your arm in hers to lead you outside.

“Oh please, no te hagas la santa,” you shot back with a smirk.

***

The next morning you woke up grateful the room was no longer spinning, though the same could not be said for the splitting headache and dry mouth you were now cursed with. Tequila, that sneaky bitch. You laid around most of the day, until you got a text from EZ that made you jump out of bed and straight into the shower.

On my way, see you soon.

You got ready as quickly as possible, opting for a laid back look, EZ always did say how much he liked you without all the extras. You felt the thunderous sound of his bike rattle in your chest as he drove up, the anticipation of seeing him making your restless. He never had to knock because you always met him at the door, and today was no different.

You watched him as he walked up your drive way, imagining, not for the first time, what it might be like to see him come home to you every night exactly like this. To share a home with him, maybe even a life.

From the moment he reached the door you were convinced you never wanted him to leave again. He looked up at you with that smile of his, the one that made you weak in the knees, and you couldn’t help but melt. You jumped straight into his arms, holding him so close that you could feel the beating of his heart against your own.

“How you feeling today?” He spoke softly in your ear, holding you in his arms as though you weighed nothing at all.

“Better now that you’re here,” you beamed up at him as he walked you both further into the room.

You landed on the couch with an breathy laugh, legs straddled around EZ, who was all too smug at your placement on his lap. You talked about everything from life, to the MC, and everything in between until a comfortable silence took the place of lively conversation.

Your eyes were beginning to fall closed, the comfort of your boyfriend’s strong arms unmatched by anything, when his voice cut through the silence.

“So, we’re just going to ignore the fact that you drunk-dialed me to tell me you love me?”

You stilled in the embrace, breath caged in your lungs at the blunt delivery of his words. The memory was fuzzy at best, the whole night had been a blur of liquor and laughter, but for as much as you wanted to deny it, you did remember. You couldn’t help but smile, warmth blooming in your chest, recalling how easily he had said it back, as though it had been on the tip of his tongue, aching to reveal the secret you both kept from each other.

“Well, it was a little more than that, remember, lover?” You smirked, wiggling your brows suggestively to diffuse the tension with humor.

“You’re lucky I love you,” EZ deadpanned, but a sly smile pulled at his lips soon after, his deep eyes fixed on yours.

“Yeah?” You playfully mocked, but your heart was bounding in your chest.

His face inched closer to yours, a rough hand cupping your cheek, lips brushing against yours in the whisper of a kiss.

“Yeah.”

Without skipping a beat, you closed the space between you, crashing your mouth over his in smoldering kiss full of longing and relief.

“I love you too,” you finally confessed without hesitation. “So much, Ezekiel. I have for so long.”

There was only a soft grunt before he pulled you down by the nape, kissing you with a ferocity you felt down deep in your bones. When you pulled away breathlessly, he was looking into your eyes, an overwhelming feeling so pure tethering you to him— the unbreakable bond of love.

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Carnival

Pairing: Dr. Ethan Ramsey x F!MC (Dr. Rebecca Lao) Word Count: 2.5k Warning: fluff and a few curse words (and PINING!) Summary: There’s a carnival down by the bay and Becca ditches her friends to spend her special day with Ethan. This takes place during OHSY.

A/N: As always thanks to @aylamwrites for pre-reading. Also sorry this has taken so long, anon! Hope you’re happy with it 😬

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It was a warm summer day and the gang of residents finally had a Sunday off together in what felt like months. Elijah, Jackie, Sienna, Becca, Bryce and Kyra were all sprawled around the living room of the former four’s apartment, their skin itching with heat.

“I’m going to die if we don’t get the A.C. fixed,“ Becca groaned from the wooden floor.

“I called Farley,” Sienna noted from the corner of the couch. “He said someone’s coming Monday morning.“

Bryce whined, “But it’s 90 degrees today!” He was parallel to Becca, cuddling his discarded shirt as a pillow.

“Don’t you have your own place?“ Jackie retorted.

Bryce reached over to pat Becca’s stomach and responded, “I’d choose sweating my balls off with my best pal over me-time any day.“

Jackie squinted her eyes, still not too sure of the dynamic between The B’s.

Elijah was scrolling through Pictagram when he piped in, “Guys, did you know there’s a carnival in Charlestown?”

The friends responded with mixed grumbles of “no”, “really?”, and one “aren’t we too old for rides?”.

“Says there’s a beer garden, and it’s by the water,” he added in hopes of coaxing his friends into a little adventure.

It was a unanimous decision for the residents to leave the uncomfortable heat of the apartment and head to the park. The carnival was down by the bay and in support of the Boston Historical Society. The group circled the grounds twice, taking time to play one of those water racing games and sample all that the best food trucks Boston have to offer.

The tap stall was by far their favorite. The gray truck was home to six different beers and even had a game bolted to the passenger side. If you managed to get all 3 rings on the vertically hanging and impossibly tiny peg, you got a free pint and a commemorative mug. Bryce managed to win free pints for himself, Becca and Kyra - although Kyra used the cancer card when the last ring spun along the peg tantalizingly slowly before falling off the side. Bryce shot her a disapproving look as Kyra accepted the free drink. The three winners stood by while Jackie fought with the worker about how this game was completely rigged, so desperately wanting a win and free beer.

Filling up her second mug as she waited, Becca snapped a commemorative photo of her day drunk state with Bryce’s megawatt smile and wink photobombing in the background. Cheekily, she texted it to Ethan. They were friends after all. The two hadn’t crossed any intimate lines since he returned from the Amazon, though they could be caught holding hands time and time again.

Before she could respond back she was being dragged away.

“Come on, Becks!”

Bryce led them to the photobooth where they all took a string of silly pictures. It was fun to immortalize this day, but Bryce had an ulterior motive.

“Happy Birthday, Becks,” he whispered in her ear as the six of them posed with various props.

She looked over at the bright eyed and absolutely perfect man next to her, “How did you -?”

Becca didn’t like birthdays and she certainly didn’t tell people when hers was. The only people who knew the significance of today were her mother, aunt, and HR representative at Edenbrook.

All he offered was a wiggle of his manicured brows and “I have my ways of persuasion.”

“Hospital database?” she matched.

Bryce chuckled and slung an arm over his best friend’s shoulders, “I’ll never tell.”

As the sweltering afternoon set in, the group settled into the grass of the secluded beer garden and enjoyed the band playing some classic rock cover songs. She was leaning into Bryce when Becca noticed a familiar gray sweater passing by.

Her eyes furrowed thinking she was hallucinating. Who in their right mind wears a cardigan in this heat!? After blinking a few times she was certain he wasn’t a figment of her imagination.

“Be right back,” she hopped up so quickly she nudged Bryce in the ribs. “Sorry,” she mouthed as she ran after the tall and notably refined figure she’s come to admire.

“Hey!” she called from six feet away, “Dr. Grumpy!”

Ethan turned towards the recognizable sing-song voice and let her catch up to him.

Becca had the biggest smile plastered onto her sun kissed cheeks when she said, “You came.”

“It’d be a shame not to support such a worthwhile cause,” he shrugged as he crossed his arms, trying hard not to let her smile infect him. “Also there’s a gourmet mac and cheese truck I’ve heard is a must-try.”

In her current tipsy state she didn’t catch most of his words but knew she texted him about Mac Attack’s presence as a follow up to their conversation about comfort food from last week.

With a deviously elated smile, Becca slung her arm through his and tugged, “Lets go.”

Ethan was stunned by her forwardness in such a public place, however, for some reason he didn’t care.

“Where to?” he asked with a faint smirk as he shuffled along with her.

“I’ve been thinking about fried Oreo’s all day,” Becca all but moaned, licking her lips.

He quipped, “I’d like some sustenance to combat the imminent heart attack.”

“Mac Attack it is!” she said in complete elation before skipping along, dragging Ethan alongside her.

They stood fourth in line at the popular bright yellow and red food truck. The clear blue sky started to turn shades of wandering pink and purple as the sun began to set. Becca was staring up at the sky as Ethan was studying the limited menu with distaste.

“That looks awful,” Ethan groaned, pointing at the bucket of everything-on-top gooey mac-and-cheese one of the patrons was walking away with.

“Well if you didn’t want to eat greasy comfort food, why’d you come?”

Ethan dismissed her comment, sheepishly caving, “Fine, let’s share.” The beam radiating off her freckled cheeks was all the reassurance he needed. “You like truffles?”

“Nope,” she popped the ‘p’. “I like crispy onions and bacon.”

Their eyes met and Ethan let the slightest of smiles find home on his lips.

Ethan paid for the meal and the two carried the carton over to an empty wooden picnic bench. He held the cheesy heaven in his large palm stably for them to pick at with their two-pronged forks.

“I concede,” Ethan began after the second forkful, “This is rather tasty.”

“Told you!” Becca lit up. “And you should wash it down with…” she patted her body and looked around their seating area for her mug. “Crap, I left it with Bryce.” Her doe brown eyes went wide as realization washed over her. “Shit, how long have I been gone for?” she said more to herself.

Becca stood up, grabbing her phone from her jean short pocket and texted the group chat a single emoji.

“All good.” She put the phone back in its place and bent down to shove the last big forkful of gooey goodness into her mouth. “Whatcha wanna do now?” Ethan gazed at her as she not-so-eloquently spoke with a mouthful. “Riiiides?”

“I don’t do rides.”

“Heh,” she tried and wonderfully failed to hide her smirk at the naughty remark she could have made. One and a half more beers and she would have made it.

He raised a questioning eyebrow.

“Your options are: ferris wheel, sizzler, or photobooth and beer garden,” she listed off a few things she wouldn’t mind doing. “Fair warning, my friends are camped out in the beer garden.”

He sighed, “Ferris wheel.”

“So romantic!” she winked.

“I regret this already.”

The two chucked the rubbish in the nearest garbage pail and made their way to the side of the park with the rides. They walked side by side, their hands brushing against the other’s every now and again. In the bubble of waning alcohol and heat of this surprising summer day her pinky extended to caress his before capturing it as her own.

Not far from the Ferris wheel entrance, they noticed Baz, Zaid and Ines in conversation by the ticket booth. With a timid look at one another Ethan took her whole hand in his and promptly changed course;

“Photobooth.”

She can’t say she minded.

Becca tugged back on his hand stopping him in his tracks. Ethan whipped around, eyes pleading. He did not want to be caught, lest by Baz.

“Beer first. You gotta catch up,” she enlightened. “I don’t want four photos of Dr. Grouch. I want Ethan.”

Lucky enough they were at the east entrance while her friends were still camped out by the west. Even more in Ethan’s favor, one of the stalls was a local whiskey distillery.

“Someone knew you were coming,” Becca joked as she pointed to the wooden stall.

After some bargaining, the doctors were graciously allowed to down two flights of samples in exchange for Ethan placing a decent-sized delivery order.

“Last one.” He inspected the liquid. “I will not be offended if you can’t stomach it. Though I will judge you.” He lifted the dixie cup up and she saluted hers as well.

The thick brown solvent smelled like sweet gasoline and tingled against her tongue. Becca pursed her lips in an attempt to keep an indifferent face. She couldn’t do it. Her mouth begged for air and a chaser. “It burns,” she choked.

Everything about Becca was endearing. Her cheeks were flushed and her freckles were more prominent than he had ever seen, even in the dusk and illuminated by harsh floodlights. A brisk night breeze washed over them sending a shiver up her spine. Without a second thought, Ethan shrugged out of his cardigan, holding it open for her.

Becca closed the gap between them, turning her back and slipping her arms into the baggy sleeves of the soft fabric. The closeness and wafts of his cologne were another type of intoxicating. She fell into it. Her back pressed into Ethan’s chest, she tilted to see the ebullient blue eyes gazing down at her. His supple lips parted. The pleasant whiskey-laced breaths enticing her.

Their locked eyes were glazed, a telling signal that it was about time to let loose.

Ethan licked his lips and swallowed hard. “Where’s this godforsaken photobooth?”

With the kindest of smiles she broke the trance, pulling his cardigan tightly around her and moving onto the next activity.

They moseyed on over to the photobooth, coming full circle on her special day out.

Being just over 6’4”, Ethan was too tall and the photographer signaled him to sit on the stool. Becca gazed at the box of props in consideration, deciding to go au naturale. She already had the silly photos from earlier, anyway. Looking at Ethan sitting there impatiently Becca bit her lip, deciding on an audacious move.

She sauntered over, fitting herself perfectly in the space between his legs. She perched herself on his left thigh and draped her arm over the back of his shoulders, feeling every tense muscle along his upper back. Ethan reflexively closed his legs tight to give her better balance and wrapped his left arm securely around her waist. The much too big cardigan slipped, exposing her bare shoulders. Their eyes locked. His free hand flew to the exposed skin of her leg as it lifted to lay across his lap on its own volition. The corners of her lips perked before she turned her head to the camera, letting the photographer know they were more or less ready.

They both gave their best candid smile.

Click.

Becca was so close. Ethan was drawn to the sweet scent of vanilla and gardenias on her neck. His eyes hooded as he relished her, and his left hand grabbed a wanton fistful of sweater.

Click.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw him inching closer, and tilted her head towards him. Their noses brushed.

“It’s my birthday,” she whispered, their lips mere centimeters apart.

“Is it?” he murmured.

Click.

She nodded sheepishly, her half-lidded eyes never leaving his.

His wide eyes never looked more crystal clear.

A signature smirk took place as he hinted, “Then I supposed ‘Happy Birthday’ is in order.”

His heated breath was sweet with the last notes of whiskey and lingering of mint. It surrounded her, pulling her closer to him. His shallow breaths picked up as her lungs stopped working. It was as if he was breathing for her, giving her life in his simplistic existence. A fleeting pound against her side gave her a push.

She kissed him. For the first time in months they became one.

Their lips overlapped, capturing his plump bottom lip between her own. His shoulders rounded under her touch. Neither dared to deepen the moment. Her tender kiss became bruising as he gripped her tighter, closer - as close as their flush bodies could become.

Click.

Ethan pulled away, “Reb-”

She pressed her index finger to his lips. “Shh, that’s my present,” she sighed with her forehead against his.

They sat there longer than acceptable, hearts racing and eyes conveying all they wish they had the courage to say.

The loud grumble from the photographer brought them back into reality.

Becca waited a few steps away from the booth as Ethan apologized and paid for the photographs. He bought two copies; folding one delicately in his wallet before walking over and handing the other to her.

Becca stared at the first photo on the strip, her thumb hovering over their faces. “I can’t believe you’re smiling,” she contentedly muttered. Her eyes trailed down to the last. Looking up at Ethan she told him in earnest, “Best present ever.”

Ethan’s hand flew to rub the back of his neck as he averted his gaze down to the dewy grass. “I - I knew it’s your birthday, Rookie.”

She raised a brow, “Came down to celebrate with me?”

“Something like that.”

Becca found the hidden smile in his features instantly. She went to take a step closer to him, daring for their lips to meet once more.

But the universe had other plans.

The loud bellowing voice stopped her motions, “Becks!”

“Becca!” another rang.

“Over here!” Bryce shouted once more from a fried food stand.

They both let out a breath of air.

Becca bit her lip as she looked from Ethan to Bryce and back to Ethan. “I… should go.”

Deep brown met clouded blue, both filled with restrained sorrow.

“Don’t get into any trouble.”

“No promises.” She winked as she slipped out of his sweater. He accepted the fabric, now envious of how it was able to hold her all evening long. A lightbulb went off in Ethan’s mind as she started to turn away.

“Oh.. right,” Ethan called her back to attention. She spun around, hopeful. “Here.” He handed her an ivory envelope from his back pocket with her name written out in his fluid script.

She held the card in the same hand as the photos, looking down at it longingly. “Thank you.” Becca brought the weighted paper up to linger over her heart as she took one more look up at his sapphire blue eyes glistening along with the stars.

Ethan gave a single nod, “See you tomorrow, Rookie.”

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