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finelinevogue · 3 years

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hey, if you have the time can you write a blurb where harry gets home from the studio and he's stressed, so the reader ask him to take a bath with her? and it's really fluffy, with rose petals and wine glasses? I know this is all over the place, I'm sorry shakshskwh

we all need a bit of domestic harry fluff in our lives so here we are <33 hope you like it;

You knew something was wrong without having to ask him.

Harry had rushed out of the apartment this morning to go to the studio, having had an important call from Tyler about something, leaving you to clean up around the house all day. However, there had been no good morning text from Harry, or even one from a lunch break, and he hadn’t picked up your call when you did. Harry never ignores you, unless he is in a really bad mood. Something to do with not wanting to be a burden and pass on his troubles to you. So you, being the best girlfriend in the world, had decided to do something kind for him when he gets home.

About an hour ago you’d texted Harry just to check up on him and also so you could time your plan of making him feel better.

To Harry: I love you. Hope you’re okay. Let me know when you’ll be home❤️

From Harry: Sorry about today love. I’ll be home at around 7pm. I love you xx

You’d bought the raw ingredients from Asda and made blueberry muffins - Harry’s favourite - along with buying some avocados in case he preferred to have that on toast when he gets in. You’d bought a bottle of red wine, the cheapest you could find obviously, and poured two glasses waiting. Finally, you’d ran a hot water bath with lavender soap and added a few rose petals, because you knew they were good for calming and relaxing. The bathroom smelt soft and cosy, like a warm blanket on a winters evening.

It was 7:08pm when he walked through the door, you hearing the door shut with a heavy sigh of relief from your boyfriend. He slipped off his blue checkered vans and walked through into the kitchen, his keys making a clattering sound as he dropped them in the key-bowl.

“Y/N, love?” He called out to you, but you didn’t respond. He furrowed his eyebrows at the silence, but even more so at the arrangement that was left on the kitchen counter-side for him.

He made his way over, his socks making him slide slightly on the shiny marble floor. He took in the selection of things on the side; the blueberry muffins, the avocado, the glass of red wine and its’ bottle and even a little cut out photo of you and him that he knew you’d stole from a photo frame - somewhere around the apartment. He smiled as he picked up the photo and remembered the memory well; you latched onto his back as Harry waded through a muddy puddle back in Holmes Chapel, because he didn’t want you to get wet and he’d been the only sensible one in wearing welly boots. You were both laughing and it made Harry’s heart swell at how much your happiness could bring him his too.

He placed the photo down and turned to the envelope that sat next to the plate of muffins. It was a white envelope signed ‘H x’ on the front and underlined. He turned it over and undid the seal, bringing out a card that had written on the front ‘You’ve got this!’ which Harry could’ve sworn he saw in Asda the other day underneath the exam congratulations cards. He smiled at your kindness, turning it over briefly but then sighing when he noticed you’d written a message too.

“God damn you Y/N.” He muttered under his breathe, tears forming in eyes from the overwhelming amount of love he had for you - just as you had for him.

Harry, it read, I know today had been tough but look, you got through it and i’m proud of you and for that you deserve a blueberry muffin! If you’d rather share a glass of wine with me then come join me upstairs and we’ll finish the bottle together. I love you always. Yours, Y/N. It was signed with a kiss of your lips in pink lipstick. Harry brought the paper to his lips and kissed over the mark where you’d kissed, never feeling so loved than right now.

You were an absolute treasure.

Harry picked up his glass of wine and the bottle, before heading off upstairs. Originally he’d thought that you’d been in bed, waiting for him with a tub of raspberry ripple ice-cream and the latest episode of Love Island, but as he ascended the stairs he could smell the lavender bubbles and the even sweeter scents of your rose petals you loved so much.

He walked into the bedroom first, just to make sure that you weren’t actually in there, before making his way to the bathroom. As he opened the door, the heat hit him all at once making him feel so cosy and blanketed.

Then he saw you.

You were shoulder deep in the bath, which was tucked into the corner of the room in a triangle sort of shape, looking as beautiful as ever. Your hair was up and out of the water, it not being its’ wash day today, and you’d accidentally given yourself a bubble beard. You looked innocently perfect, even with a glass of wine in your hand. You smiled when you saw Harry, moving from the far side of the bath to the side closest to Harry. You rested your arm on the side of the bath, propping your head up to have a steadier vision of your boyfriend.

“Hello.” You spoke softly as Harry walked over to the bath, placing both his glass and bottle on the side of it carefully. He then came in front of you and crouched down with a crack of his old-man knees.

“Hi beautiful.” He stroked your cheek with his fingers, watching as you hummed in sight of having him so close and so loved up.

“You okay?” You asked, looking into his eyes for any sign that he was about to lie. You wanted him to be honest with you and honest he was.

“I can’t lie and say everything was perfect today, no.” He chuckled, you pouting when you heard his answer.

“I’m sorry. Want to take a bath with me?” You asked and this is exactly what Harry loved about you. You didn’t force him to talk about whatever had happened when you could clearly see he was still working through it himself, instead you simply comforted him and tried to help him remind him that you were here for him whenever he was ready to open up.

“Love to. Let me just go undress.” He stood up, but you reached out to grab him on his blue jeans before he could get very far.

“Don’t go. Undress here, please?” It was the little please that made Harry cave, not wanting to make you upset. He’d do anything to make sure you were happy.

He nodded and pulled off his socks first, making you laugh as he wiggled his oddly sized toes. Next was his grey TPWK jumper that he pulled off over his head along with his t-shirt.

“Damn.” You wolf whistled as his torso became exposed, making Harry shake his head and laugh at you from your silliness. “This strip tease is ten out of ten, Styles.”

“Oh shut up you.” He laughed as he pulled his jeans off and then finally his boxers. He didn’t even hesitate on that last item of clothing, both of you being absolutely comfortable with exposing yourself in front of each other. There was nothing sexual about being naked with each other, however, this time. You were just in love with each other. Simple as that.

He stepped into the bath, you moving back over to the far side so he could climb in. Once he sunk down and submerged his body he let out the biggest and happiest sigh, making you giggle. He took his glass of wine and took a large sip from it, leaning his back in relief afterwards.

“Nice?” You asked, knowing the answer already because it was sat proud on his face.

His eyes met yours and you pursed your lips under his gaze. You could see the cogs turning in his head and you only wished that you could see inside his head, just for a moment, to understand how he felt.

“C’mere.” He spoke softly, turning to put his glass back on the side as you shifted over towards him. Once you met him, he took your glass.

“Hey!” You whined in protest.

“Can have it back in a minute. Just want you for a bit, okay?” He explained, devoting his entire attention to you now. You sat on his lap and spiralled your arms around his neck, Harry’s hands finding their home on your waist.

Your lips both did the talking then.

He cupped your face gently and pulled you into him until your felt his plush pink lips kiss yours. You divulged in him and his love, feeling his warmth everywhere and your mouth. He was warming your heart the same way the bath warmed your bodies. There was nothing rushed or sensual about the kiss, it was simple and pretty. His lips moulded to yours perfectly and his tongue made sure to slide it’s way inside your mouth for a taste. You tasted divine - like the richest, most expensive, of wines. He pulled back first, not before you could push an extra peck to his lips for good measure.

“I’m so lucky to have you, Y/N.” Harry smiled, keeping ahold of your face as he spoke to you.

“And I you.”

Harry shook his head as the misunderstanding of his words. “No. You seriously have turned my life into something worth living and I couldn’t be happier to be with you. Y’so special to me, Y/N, and I love you.”

“I love you too, Harry.” You leant to kiss him again. “And i’m here for you for anything.”

“I know. That’s why i’m lucky to have you.”

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cvtqr · 3 years

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hey roomie!

pairings; eren jaeger x reader

content warning; eren jaeger x f!reader

content warning; friends to lovers, masturbation, unprotected sex, cream pie

being eren jaeger’s roommate was... well, challenging. he was always up late doing extra work his boss assigned him, bringing his friends over, his brother barging in once a day.

you didn’t want to move out though, i mean you could never afford a place on your own. plus you had a good relationship with eren. you were connected through your cousin reiner in college. you guys got pretty close and by graduation the both of you decided to share an apartment for expense reasons.

as of right now, eren was interning at a company called scout. a business ran by no other than the semi-famous, and extremely handsome, erwin smith. eren was working in one of the offices managed by levi ackerman. you figured having someone as powerful and smart as levi guiding you, eren was going places in that company.

as for you, you were currently employed in a bar and grill restaurant called marleys.

“i’m headin’ out, see ya galli!”

“see ya tomorrow, text me in the morning.”

friday nights were usually the worst over at marleys, but today was different. some new workers joined the crew and my boss, galliard, wanted to see how they handled the pressure of a packed night. considering that, he gave me the night off.

living with eren for almost a year i’ve come to take notice of his schedule. every friday i get the notification someone’s at our front door at the same time. 12 am is when he comes home on fridays. it’s been like that since the first few weeks you guys lived together while you were still unemployed.

at least it’s only 7pm now. i can finally have some peace and quiet time to myself with no distraction. once i got home the first thing i did was change into my pajamas. it felt nice not having to worry about closing doors or anything, at least for the time being. eren wouldn’t be home for another 4 and a half hours so you could sit in the living room naked for all you cared.

you didn’t have to do anything but enjoy the peace and quiet, so that’s what you did. you plopped down on top of your made bed and just looked around. that was until your eyes met the picture collage on your night stand. specifically the one picture in the collage.

it was from last summer, you and all your friends at a pool party. the one person you had your eyes on though, was eren. how he looked with his shirt off, his damp hair thrown into a messy bun, his swimming trunks wet from just getting out of the water. to top it off, a smug grin on his face while wrapping his arm around you as you sat on his lap. completely innocent of course, there just wasn’t enough room for everyone to fit in the frame of the shot.

you don’t know what got into you during the next few minutes, but some how your hand found the hem of your pants. slowly bringing it down you started to rub circles around your clothed clit, all while thinking of your roommate. as the heat in your pants began to grow, you finally decided to let loose.

you pulled your pants, along with your panties, down and disregarded them on the floor, flipping back onto your side. you were on full display for anyone who walked in and turned down the small hallway of the apartment. you didn’t even consider the possibility of eren coming back home early. no, you didn’t even think of getting up to shut the bedroom door. was it because some part of you wanted him to come home early and see you?

it was dark in the apartment when eren got home. the only sort of light reflecting was the dim light of your lamp coming out of your bedroom. walking over to put his stuff down on the counter, he turned on the main lights.

if you weren’t digging your fingers into your cunt fantasizing about your roommate, so good to the point where you had to squeeze your eyes shut? then maybe you could’ve heard him come in and just maybe you could’ve seen the kitchen and living room light up.

but he heard you first.

not only was the small light coming out of your room, but soft little moans and grunts.

sneaking quietly to the door of your room, eren rested on your door frame, you still not noticing him. he figured you were too deep in your thoughts, and your cunt, to hear him.

that was until you felt your orgasm building up.

“e-eren”

“i’m over here, y/n.”

you quickly realized that you weren’t hearing things and that for the first time in almost a year, eren came home and early. you quickly pulled your fingers out and reached over to your throw blanket, now covering you bottom half.

oh god he’s going to kick me out. he doesn’t want to live with such a pervert. some roomate, masturbating to the mere thought of him. that was all your brain could comprehend as eren walked over to you and took a spot on the edge of your bed.

“you know, i was going to let you be and go fuck my fist to the sound of your pretty little whimpers. but now i know you were thinking of me. i figured you’d wanna help me out with my ‘issue’ ”

what. i mean of course you weren’t going to deny. but will this change anything between the two of you? fuck it’s already changed after that

“will it change anything between us? like- would we still be good friends and roommat-“

“stop worrying so much, y/n. i just admitted to getting off to the thought of you, after i actually just walked into you doing the same exact thing.”

he crawled over your bed and landed hovering over you.

“things are already different”

he leaned down and captured his lips with yours. more of a gentle, passionate kiss, which led to a more rougher one just a few seconds later.

“want you eren.” you mumbled out between kisses

your hands trailed down to the belt of his pants before he slapped them away.

“i’m not giving you anything until you’re more specific. what do you want now, sweet girl?”

“want your cock, i want your cock eren!”

his hands trailed down to the hem of your shirt, slowly pulling it over you. the second you were exposed to him, his mouth latched onto you, sucking dark marks onto the flesh of your brest. his other hand now working on the other one, swirling around the sensitive nub.

after he was satisfied with all the whispers coming out of your sweet mouth he looked back up at you.

“want my cock hm?”

you never nodded your head so quickly in your life

“a little more specific baby... come on your so close!”

“want it, want it in my pussy, please eren. just please fuck me already.” at this point you were about to cry for him

“good, i think you deserve your reward for using your big girl words.”

moving your hands back down to his pants, you successfully removed his belt, this time without him slapping you away.

but it was him that quickly shuffled his pants and boxers down.

“i’m on the pill as long as you’re clean.”

his cock twitched at the thought of fucking you raw, his cum filling you up.

before you knew it, eren had pinned your arms above your head with one hand, using the other to guide your hips up. his large cock entered you and he bottomed out.

giving him a nod of approval, he slowly pulled back out, before harshly thrusting right back in. your legs quickly wrapped around his hips, pulling him in closer. his hands let go of your wrists, he was now using it to hold your chest down as he sucked and nipped at your neck. your hands held onto his shoulders, tugging onto his shirt.

without missing a thrust, he slid his shirt off with just one hand, soon returning to work on your neck. your hand met with his now bare shoulder, slightly digging your nails into it. your other hand found it’s way to erens hair, tangling into his messy bun. right as your hand met his hair, he pounded right into your g-spot.

this caused you to let out a loud moan, almost sounding like a scream of pleasure. your hand tightly gripped around his hair. harshly pulling it back.

“fuuuuck, that’s it? that’s the spot isn’t it?”

the only answer he needed is when you let out the same reaction once he hit over that same spot again. he had won you. he continued to abuse your g-spot all while you roughly tugged his hair back.

the wave of pleasure the two of your were experiencing was mesmerizing.

“fuck eren, i’m gonna-”

before you could even finish your sentence you creamed all over eren’s cock.

“please let me, inside, fuuck please.”

once he got the soon nod of approval, he poured his cum out. he did what he’s been fantasizing about since college. he finally fucked you and came inside. and he came hard.

when he pulled out the mixture of cum started to leak out of your hole. that was when eren used his figures to push it back in.

“no, no, not one drop of this is going to be wasted. you understand?”

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crybabytoy59 · 3 years

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Resignation of fate....

Getting older now I had decide to resign my fate of submissive feelings of having a True Dominant partner, sadly putting this behind me, to stop torturing my self over my inner held submission...After all I had try’d?

My tumblr page made no secret I wished to be used in a true 24/7 submissive relationship.

But nothing had ever become of my ask along the way, only fake so called Mistress/mummy’s ever messaged with but one thing on there mind a “Tribute” easy cash from despairing sissy submissive’s like Myself was there goal.

So with a heavy heart I could still have small windows in time for myself...

I would simply visit a Pro Dominant that way although paying it would be the real thing not some set of Dom instructions over the net from some faceless person who didn’t even take the time to read any of my stories, to better get to know me or my kink !

That’s how I found Jessica she was ten years my younger 5’7” with long red hair, very athletic as she kept in great shape, a bubbly personality & wit to match...

After lots of questions we arranged a meeting at a hotel of her choice, the drive there had my gut in knots ...I was finally going to meet a True Dominant not some fake kid-on person.

Jessica was a Professional with over 15years in the business her knowledge was vast as were her skills !

Knocking the door to the suite she opened it with a huge smile ! She was stunning even more beautiful than her pictures in real life!

“Hello sweetheart in you come” as I passed her she spanked me lightly, then threw her arms around me like she had known me all her life !

Cuddling me she kissed me very passionately running her hands down to my crotch she giggled “My my someone is a very excited submissive aren’t we ?”

I stammered out a yyyes Jessica! She was great again chuckles came,

“Relax sweetheart this is your time with me I want it to be special so that over the course of out ten meetings you will be in no doubt about your next ten sweetheart ! “

This we both smiled over ...this was just what I had always dreamed of it felt So natural.

Jessica told me to go for a shower then come out with a towel around me once “Fully cleaned” I knew what she ment from our talks pre-meeting, so in the shower I gave my self one last enema to make sure I was clean inside but only clean water came out, after all I had spent two hours Deep cleaning myself for this first meeting !

After my shower I took a Deep Breath & walked out with the towel around me.

Jessica was standing at the foot of the bed in a lace black top with no arms a black corset & black leather jodhpurs! She looked the perfect picture of Dominance to me at that moment !

On the bed lay a pink pvc maids dress with a small pink frilly hood to match the outfit, there were white tights & pink Mary Janes with a pair of frilly french knickers with a garter belt.

My heart pounding now Jessica motioned me over with out a word she threw a pillow on the floor pushing my shoulder, I did as she wished without words I knelt obediently putting my hands behind my back.

This pleased her as she kissed my forehead “Well done sweetheart let’s get you properly dressed for today’s chores my New sissy maid !”

Her touch as she dressed me in the pink frillymaids uniform was simply indescribable!

She took her time going very slowly & sensual with her every touch...

I was in sissy heaven !

My first task was to clean her boots as she sipped a glass of wine, she gave me a small black wax pad for this task & a white cotton cloth this took me an hour to do both boots.

Jessica was very pleased with me & more passionate kisses came from her it didn’t feel very Dominant? She was in control but in a soft gentle way....

Next was brushing her hair then I was to pleat it into a long ponytail...

This to pleased her very much as more kissing followed, the third task was very different she asked me bend over facing the dressing mirror put my hands around & pull my cheeks apart!

I watched as she lubed up a butt plug it wasn’t to large & she slid it home only holding it enough that my anal muscles pulled it in by them selfs!

Next she had me sit on the dresser chair as she applied makeup to me ! After the pink base layer, I jumped slightly in the chair as Jessica had picked up Her mobile the plug started a rhythm of vibrations!

More make up went on as she smiled at me straddling my thighs on the chair as she Finished my makeup !

Stepping away she stood behind me I got my first look at what she had done !

I looked like a China Doll !!!!

The look was utterly fantastic..So much so I gasped to her giggling!

“So my new maid likes her look this is your look Sissy lemon 🍋....Yes sweetheart that’s your new name Sissy Lemon”

With that she tied my ankles to the chair & my arms behind me, she then produced a pair of silk white soiled pants letting me smell them over my face her scent was very powerful !

I was absolutely rock hard now...”Open Wide Maid lemon !” She fed the pants into my mouth then lifted a black leather panel mask, it had a head harnessing from it this was buckled into place & she knelt between my legs pulling my engorged member from its silk prison!

Very slowly Jessica ran clear wax type gel over my shaft it felt warm as she put it on...

Slowly she started edging me...Very slowly...over the next hour she would edge me until I twitched then would stop to drink some wine, she would touch my nipples making me moan for more play !

This girl was very good at getting what she wanted men’s submission !!!

An hour later I could hold No longer I threw my head back as it shot from me ! I felt my balls were coming out Such was the force !

Jessica simply kept pumping every last drop from me !

Without any warning she popped open the leather pad on the front of the gag removing her pants she wiped her hand clean!!

Then uttered the words again ...."Open Wide Maid lemon !”

She pushed the cum soaked pants back into my mouth popping the leather panel back into hold the wadding in place....

She got up walking away to get something? When she returned she pulled the chair further back without a word...

Then lifted a huge black leather flogger ....”Sissy Lemon did Mistress Jessica say you could climax ?....No she did Not ...So my wee disobeying maid a punishment I think !!”

She unzipped the dress pulling it down my torso exposing my chest !

Jessica pulled the flogger back ....she spent three hours flogging cropping & whipping my nipples with a riding crop !...

It was very painful but I was in True submission at her touch...

At the end of my 8 hrs with her I truly could not thank her enough...

She told me that’s all she wish for in her sessions that I would feel I could let go of my inner submissive....

We arranged to meet at the same time each week for my sessions....each one became a bit kinkier & more painful for me ! Jessica would put me in my maids uniform, then spank me !

Sometimes head to toe ! Edge me...have me eat my own cummie as she called them !

It was great just to let go & Be Myself !

But on the second last visit Everything changed...

She had edged me & was putting me through a Very intense chest whipping...this she had stopped to put on a new set of nipple clamps ...this was my chance to show her my submission to her each time I would “present to her Fully arched (this made the clamps tighten) & put my head Fully backwards till she appeared to kiss my forehead!

Then I would be allowed to do My cummie....

But this time was different I truly broke !!!

Holding out not to say my “Safe-word”....something happened..

I burst out crying hysterically...

Jessica ran over pulling the clamps off gently she spoke ....

“It’s ok am sorry ...Breath try to relax....lemon...Your ok...hey it’s ok Mistress Jessica has You Lemon”

I muffled into her pantie gag....So Jessica removed the leather panel then her wet pants (she had soaked them in her pee this session )

It was all too much I didn’t know what day of the week it was ! or Where I was let alone what I was Saying to Jessica !!!!

I can’t even remember what I said...but thirty minutes later I was lay on the bed next to Mistress Jessica she was stroking my face...

“Are you Ok sweetheart ? ...(I nodded ) Good have a shower we need to talk...

After my shower I changed into my day clothes & came out Jessica had done the same , she was now in jeans & a white shirt...

“Ok That was too much ...Am truly sorry but I can’t take you for your last session, I will give you your money back & you can’t see me as your Mistress any longer !

I was utterly shocked & Deeply saddened over this but not knowing what I has said to her I thought best to simply accept that I had over stepped my mark with Jessica....

I told her there was no need to give me money back, that I would rather she got something for herself.

I told her I was truly Sorry over this incident..But I hoped she didn’t hate me...

“No silly it’s fine I just feel that was to much for me as a Mistress.....Your a lovely guy & I truly hope you find what you want of life”

I left that day with such a heavy heart, my world truly shattered knowing my type of submission was to be kept locked away, deep within me forever this being the last straw I had upset another with my innermost submissive....Enough I thought....Enough!!!!..

Three weeks later I got a message from Jessica...?

“Hi you we need to meet up for a chat...This is Not up for negotiation You will come meet me here *******, at 7pm see you then do Not reply simply turn up !”

My mind now racing over why she would message me ? But also the message was very cryptic? ...but what had I to loose ?

I did think of not going to meet her, but my feelings for her were very strong.

So at 7pm I walked up to the house & knocked the door...

Jessica opened the door dressed in the same jeans & white shirt ?...it was like the three weeks had not passed...

She ushered me into her home, then asked me if I would like a hot chocolate as she was just having one, I said yes as we both stood in her kitchen she spoke..

“Now am guessing your wondering why I invited you to my home ?”

I again nervously spoke as I did when first meeting her....”yyyes Jessica”

“Well relax this is my home & your my guest, we have a lot to talk about but let’s go through to the fire & we can have a nice chat” she handed me my chocolate as she sipped at hers....she led the way to a large room with a log burner, the flames cracked as she sat in a red leather chair to the left of the burner she motioned me to sit in the other one opposite...

“Ok where to start...It has been a very long three weeks for me as what happened with you has changed something in me, I need you to realise am just a girl at the end of the day, I have feeling & needs just like any other!

Now I know that day you opened a window to who “you are”

As you fell into sub-space you let lots of things out that day !”

I interrupted Jessica saying I was truly sorry if I had hurt her in any way it was Not my intention...she simply smiled at me & spoke...

“Let me Finnish ! Stop being a brat it’s not All about You !”

This took me by surprise so I remained silent as a drank my chocolate...Jessica continued...

“I want you to drink up the last of your chocolate & I have something to show you...Are you done ?...Ok follow me”

As I followed her she took me to an upstairs room as she put her hand on the handle she told me to close my eyes...I felt her soft hand take mine as she led me into the room ...”Now not a word not a single word You do Not have my permission to speak .....Open your eyes !”

I was in a pink adult baby nursery ! A full size cot, high chair, changing table ..rows of white terry nappies ..diapers of all sorts.. pink frills were everywhere ! The cot had pink frilly bumpers around it ! ....

I stood dumbfounded !!!!...As Jessica spoke to me...

“I have never had children & always wanted a baby ....I thought that had passed me by ..until you broke down in sub-space and let your true self to the surface...I couldn’t believe it when You Called Me MUMMY !!!!....So the question is Crybaby..

Do you want me as your Mummy ?”

Jessica was opening a side room door to a second pink room with an adult size baby bath full of hot water & bubbles....!

“If you do Not want this go back to the living room I will understand...If you do just get into the bath for Mummy.....(I strayed to strip off) Clever girlie Crybaby that’s the Right choice....Hey don’t cry sweetheart....well not yet anyway ! let’s save them for after your bath sweetheart..then mummy will bring Crybaby out to play !!!!”

As I stepped into the bath I was crying but not tears of sadness tears of pure joy ! How could this be ? How could this gorgeous girl want me as hers in this way.....was I dreaming...As Jessica lifted the soap & sponge ...I found it was no dream...she truly wanted Me !!!! ....I truly wanted her.....

She spent the next hour washing me as I sat in the bath Obediently not talking..

she told me my stories were very colourful & that I had told her in my Sob-space of my little want in life to be a 24/7 little, even of my tumblr page & story writings !

After my bath she led me to the changing mat then sat me down.

“Ok lay back ...handies out to your sides...Clever girlie “

I was put into a thick terry Nappy that had a folded soaker pad inside, As she pinned the Nappy on with three large pins each side....next came what looked like hollow fabric pants they were very stiff & ridged, after they were on snuggly she pulled on thick heavy rubber bloomers ! Patting them she spoke to me...

“Up we get ..give Me your handies Baby “

I was pulled to a sitting position then had a large petticoat put on me followed by a pink dress covered in frills & bows....next was my garter & tights I had worn as A Maid, then my Mary Jane shoes, the last item was a pink matching bonnet !!

Jessica took time over my make up painting me as before like a china doll but this time with long lashes to boot !

“Clever girlie Crybaby that’s much better, let me look at you...give Mummy a twirl, ..no silly like a toddler...a Three year old baby girl ! That’s a clever baby ! My my ...now do you know how to curtsy Crybaby?”

Giggling at my face she proceeded to Do a curtsy..one foot behind she bent at the knee....”Clever girlie Crybaby..Now You Please....Wow Baby Girlie is a natural...Ok let’s get you down stairs as Mummy has lots of surprises in store for You Crybaby Toy !”

Mummy Jessica led my by the hand down stairs to the log burner she put pink contact lens into my eyes giving a pink haze to everything I looked at they also narrowed my vision....This made me slightly uncomfortable...

As Mummy turned my around she was not alone someone stood beside her....

“Now Crybaby this is Nanny Bee she is going to help mummy this evening as when mummy has to work Nanny Bee will look after you sweetheart as My baby girlie will never be on her own Not Ever !...Now Open Wide As am going to Gag my girlie...As Crybaby will not be having or using her safe-word ever again sweetheart...this is All about My Pleasures Crybaby Pain Toy !!!!”

As Jessica told me this they both laughed....but not a sweet laugh....

A wicked laughter !!!!!!

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bugsbucky · 4 years

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DITTO

Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: You and Bucky are on a mission and forced to share the king sized bed. Which wouldn’t usually have been a problem if you and Bucky didn’t hate each other’s guts.

Warnings: teasing, flirting, possibly some sexual tension, enemies to lovers, language, foreplay, implied smut.

Word Count: 1,651 (ooops)

Authors Notes: this is for @the-ss-horniest-book-club 24 Hour Surprise Drabble in collaboration with @the-ce-horniest-book-club / @the-th-horniest-book-club and @the-mcu-horniest-book-club. Today’s theme was Tropes and I picked There’s Only One Bed and Enemies To Lovers from the list! Hope you enjoy ❤️

“Oh yeah baby. A king size bed just for me!” You squealed in delight as you face planted into the soft mattress.

“You mean, a king size bed just for us?” Bucky mumbled setting his duffel bag down and toeing off his combat boots.

It was a long trip, Upstate New York to California for the weekend. Okay, well maybe it wasn’t that long but it seemed that way because you were stuck with Barnes the whole time.

Tony needed you and Barnes to come here and work undercover, to retrieve some information from club members about some illegal trade of hydra weapons, or something like that. You weren’t really sure since whenever Tony started to talk, your ears closed up most of the time.

But you couldn’t deny the gorgeous ocean view from the rented condo Tony had found. The french doors were opened, the ocean breeze swooping throughout the condo. It was obviously a step up from the grotty motel room you found yourself staying in just a week ago.

“No Mr Barnes. This is my bed. That’s your bed.” You wagged your finger to the floor and Bucky scoffed, stepping in front of you with his big arms folded over that ridiculous buff chest of his.

“I’m not a dog Y/N. I don’t give a fuck if you like it or not but I am sleeping in this bed with you tonight. Feel free to take the floor, I don’t mind.” He grinned and if it wasn’t for your phone ringing, you might have knocked that grin off his face.

“What is it Tony?!” You snapped unintentionally. Bucky laughed and started to unpack his duffel bag as if to piss you off even more and make a point that he was staying in here tonight.

In your dreams you handsome, gorgeous asshole.

“Whoa there. Who took a shit in your bed? Anyway I have an update. I need you and Barnes at the club by 7PM sharp.” Tony gave the orders and you rolled your eyes, flipping Bucky off when you saw he was laying on his side of the bed.

“Yes boss.” You sassed and threw your phone at Bucky. “Get off the fucking bed and get dressed.” You ordered, grabbing your own clothes and storming into the bathroom. You slammed the door shut and groaned when Bucky yelled through the door.

“YES BOSS. Right away BOSS.” His voice was muffled behind the door and it might have been pointless but you flipped him off once again.

“I hate that fucking guy.” You muttered, turning the jet shower on. You just hoped there would be free food at the party.

***

The mission was a success. You’re not sure how you and Barnes managed to keep it together for so long without being down each other’s throats, but you did and it paid off.

You got the information you were looking for recorded on a small device that was strapped to your thigh. Now it meant you could enjoy the next couple of days relaxing, grabbing a sun tan and avoiding Barnes as much as possible.

“I’m really surprised you didn’t act like such a fucking brat tonight doll.” Bucky complimented as he took his suit off.

“I’m surprised you didn’t wedge your head up your ass.” You retorted as you undressed and changed into your comfy pyjamas. You couldn’t wait to sleep in your king size bed tonight. Your comment earned a snort from the man who just loved the tease and piss you off. It was his mission, it just didn’t matter what he was doing, he would always find a way to squeeze in a moment to annoy you.

“Yeah well, the only thing that did go up my ass was my boxers. I hate wedgies.” He chuckled and you wondered for a moment if he was testing you. He slipped his slacks off and threw them on the chair in the corner of the room and pulled the duvet cover back.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing? I told you this was my bed.” You walked around to his side of the bed with your hands on your hips and your jaw gaped open as he proceeded to make himself as comfortable as fucking possible.

“Look. We’re not fucking five, we’re mature adults and the bed is big enough for both of us. Stop acting like a spoiled princess and get into bed and sleep.”

“No. You don’t get to tell me what to do.”

“I just did now get into bed before I throw you on the mattress and sleep on top of you.” He warned, pulling the duvet back when you refused to budge. “I’ll fucking do it.”

“I don’t care.” You muttered and dropped your gaze to your feet.

“What?”

“You know what.” Bucky swung his legs over the edge of the bed and rested his palms on his -holy shit- muscled thighs that you just noticed. The man has been holding out on you. “If you wanna sleep on the floor, be my guest.” He smirked.

“If you hate me I don’t know why you’re trying to so hard to get me into bed with you.” You scoffed and shook your head. You turned away but his hand reached out and grabbed your wrist, gently pulling you back.

“I don’t hate you. You hate me.”

“I don’t hate you, you just annoy me which I thought was why you hated me.”

“I annoy you because you hate me and keep calling me an asshole.”

“I call you an asshole because you-”

“Shut up and come ‘ere. This could go on all night and I’m dead tired.”

“No I’m not done yet. So you were- AH!” You squealed as Bucky hoisted you up over his shoulder and threw you on the mattress as he promised earlier. You bounced and giggled, the feeling being similar to jumping on an 8ft trampoline. Bucky also kept his other promise and climbed on top of you.

“What do you think you’re doing?” You giggled up at him. His large hands took your smaller ones and held them above your head. His hips slipped between your now open legs like a piece of jigsaw puzzle.

“I told you that if you weren’t going to get into bed that I’d throw you on it and sleep on top of you. I’m a man of my word doll. Now goodnight.” He pecked your lips quickly and shifted around to find a comfortable position.

Of course as he was moving his hips, his clothed member was becoming hard and kept rutting against your core. You sighed softly, your legs wrapping around his waist on their own accord.

Bucky’s face was buried in your neck, breathing in the delicious scent you showered yourself in earlier during your shower. His teeth gently grazed the skin, biting and sucking to leave a mark.

“Bucky- what the hell are we doing?” You whispered against his ear. His hair curtained his face but you could see the once blue orbs had changed into a lustful shade of black.

“I don’t know doll. But I really don’t hate you, never have and never will. It’s quite the opposite actually.” His cheeks were dusted in a cute shade of pink as those black orbs locked onto yours.

“Ditto.” Your blush matched his, a low growl from your lips when his tip unintentionally knocked against your clit.

Bucky’s tongue darted out to wet his dry lips before he lowered them to yours. They were soft and warm.

Your lips parted and he took the opportunity to slip his tongue in and fight for dominance. His non-bionic hand travelled under your sleep shirt and cupped your soft breast. His thumb and forefinger pinched your hardening nipple, eliciting a soft moan from you in response.

“Are you sure you want this? Once I stop I don’t know if I’ll be able to stop.” He panted, his minted breath fanned in your face.

“I’m sure Buck.” Those three words was all it took for Bucky to move his lips from your lips to your throat and down to the swells of your breasts. He pulled off your top, throwing it into the corner of the room somewhere as he continued his journey.

His lips found your nipples, kissing, gently biting and sucking. Your moans grew louder and your panties became more soaked by each passing second.

Once he gave both breasts attention, he continued kissing down your stomach, nipping and sucking any bits of skin his teeth could grip. He was marking you and that thought turned you on even more.

He settled between your legs, a wet patch on the front of your cotton panties giving away just how aroused you were. His fingers hooked on each side of the waistband and slowly peeled them down your legs.

He licked his lips when he was faced with his prize; your glorious wet pussy. Your juices had seeped from your entrance and dripped to the inner side of your thighs.

Bucky kissed his way up your legs, taking his sweet time and giving both legs his full attention just like he did with your breasts.

He looked up through hooded eyes and watched as you were moaning impatiently and squirming under his touches and kisses. You were this wet and he didn’t even fuck you yet. He decided he had teased you enough and pressed a light kiss to your mound.

“Are you sure doll?” He asked for a second time. You hugged out impatiently and propped yourself up on your elbows.

“Bucky. If you do not fuck me right now I will personally tear off your dick and fuck myself with it. Under- ohhh.” You moaned as his tongue delved between your lips, finally putting his tongue on the sensitive nub you’ve been desperate for.

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starylust · 3 years

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➙ pairings - tsukishima x fem!reader ; suna x fem!reader

➙ genre - heavy angst, fluff, slice of life

➙ warnings - depression, verbal arguments, mentions of smut, suicide, death, mentions of self harm (i hope i didn’t forget any)

➙ word count - 912

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You sighed once more as you turned your head to look at the clock. He was supposed to be home at 7pm and the clock had now shown it was 10:30pm. All you wanted today was to have dinner together, but he couldn’t even make it home in time.

There you sat at the empty apartment, at an empty table with plates full of food. Food that was probably cold by now. This feeling, this feeling of loneliness was eating you up. Why was it that he came home so late every single day?

You couldn’t even remember the last time you two spent quality time together. You missed him, you really did. Although you guys live together it sure didn’t feel like.

He always came home when you were already asleep and left before you even woke up. You knew he was having a hard time at work, but not seeing him days on end was starting to really stress you out.

Bad thoughts started clouding your head as this routine continued. ‘Was he cheating? Did he even love you anymore? Where even was he anyway?’

But you never questioned him, no you just left yourself alone with these horrible thoughts. You thought as time went by this would stop. Now it’s almost been a month.

Almost one month where the two of you could spend quality time together. Or even the fact that you didn’t know if he was even sleeping in the same bed as you. How would you know?

Your eyes started closing as your head rested in your hand. You tried your hardest not to fall asleep as he promised he’d be home tonight in time for dinner. It took you almost 2 hours to prepare dinner.

You thought since it had been a long time since the two of you had a meal together, you tried making it special. But all you were left with was a silent empty apartment and cold food getting colder every second.

You sighed to yourself as you lazily got up and grabbed both of the plates. Your appetite was no longer there and all you wanted to do was lay in bed. You wrapped plastic wrap over the plates and placed them into the fridge.

The bed wallowed down as you sunk into the mattress. You stared at the ceiling looking at the moonlight that shined through your windows. Tonight would’ve been a good night to spend together like you were supposed to.

Another sad sigh left your lips as you turned over onto your left side. The moonlight was now gleaming onto your back. You didn’t know why but your pillow felt wet.

Your head rose up a bit to see some tear marks on your pillow. This wasn’t a surprise to you, this happened almost every night. ‘If he knew I was crying myself to sleep, would he even care?’

With that last thought in your mind your eyes shut close as the tiredness took over you.

Your nerves rose as you watched him approach the front gate. You took a deep breathe in and drew it out. ‘Okay you got this!’ you told yourself. The letter that your hands held were shaking a bit.

You were really hoping this was going to go well, after all you’ve been crushing on him ever since your 1st year. Every second that passed by he got closer and closer.

“H-hi,” you stuttered.

He looked down at you with his eyebrows raised. ‘Wow he’s kind of scary up close.’ Your eyes shut tightly before carefully shoving the letter towards his face.

Still not moving a muscle he looked down at the letter. Your head was facing down while your eyes remained shut. You did not want to see his reaction at all as it frightened you.

“Please read my letter!” You said firmly. He now brought his hand up to take the letter from your hands. As you felt the letter pull away you looked up to see him opening it. However you did not expect for him to be reading it right now in front of you.

Your eyes widened as he started tearing the letter open slowly and carefully. He took the piece of paper located in the envelope out and unfolded it. You watched as his eyes moved from word to word.

He finished reading the letter and looked at you. You sighed in defeat already expecting him to decline your confession.

“Hey why are you sighing?” He asked.

“Oh I just know you don’t feel the same way. I just thought I should let you know how I feel.” You said smiling softly.

A soft chuckle left his mouth before he spoke once more.

“I’m not declining your confession but maybe we should get to know each other more first.”

Your hand rose up and slapped against your mouth. This is definitely not what you expected. ‘Was he really not going to decline your confession? Holy crap. Omg wait what now?’

His voice brought you out of your thoughts.

“Should we exchange phone numbers so we can get to know each other?”

You nodded your head yes before digging into your bag for your phone. Finally finding your phone you brought it towards him as you smiled so brightly.

He typed for a minute before handing it back to you. You stared down at the screen to see a new contact in your phone.

Tsukishima Kei.

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tomsrebeleyebrow · 4 years

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Bad timing part.2 | tom holland x fem!reader

part.1

Summary: Tom stake to his words. In fact, since the viagra incident, your life was in a constant loop of teasing and frustration. But the torture ended when the boy finally asked you to marry him. Joy and happiness overwhelmed you, but you couldn’t help asking yourself a single question: what will happen during your honeymoon?

Warnings: language, sexual teasing/tension, SMUT including romantic first time sex fingering, oral (f receiving), unprotected sex (wrap it up kids) and sooo much more, oh and fluff too obviously!

Word Count: 5228

A/N: you cheeky beauts 😏... so many of you asked for a part2 whaaaat!! I think I’ve left you guys a bit frustrated, am I right? 😜 so I tried to please everyone bc you all gave me ideas and stuff, so it’s a mix of everything I guess? 👀 as originally requested by @photoshopart15 but also as a general demand, here it is! hope you will enjoy it as much as the first one, you cheeky beasts 😉✨ did I enjoy writing it too much? judging by the word count... HECK YES 🙈

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Tom is a kind and well-mannered man, always putting the others before himself. You knew that since day one. And when he had a precise idea in mind, boy does he keeps his words until he goes fully through it.

After the viagra incident Tom was teasing you any time he had the chance, to the point you would have to lock yourself into a room or just go out by yourself to calm down. You have never been so fuzzy, your whole face starting to keep the blushing aspect. Any occasion was an excuse to push you at your limits. And he loved it. But you kind of got used to it by the time and well, and learnt to live with it.

Then came the day Tom proposed to you.

And later came the weeding.

"I do."

You remember saying these two special words during the ceremony. Exchanging vows with your loved one surrounded by the people who are precious to you both is just how you imagined that day. Beautiful yet intimate, with little extravaganza touches from Tom.

The best day of your life.

The sun begins to set little by little, letting behind it an orange-reddish sky before it disappears below the horizon. Some rays still light the bedroom you actually are. The peaceful roll of the waves running aground the shore livens up the surrounding, sometimes followed by tropical birds’ cries. Calm. Total serenity. And relaxing, just what you needed.

For your honeymoon, Tom booked a villa on stilts in the Maldives for three weeks. You arrived a few hours ago, slightly bitten up by the jet lag but more than happy to be finally there. No one around but you and the beach of the island at five minutes by boat. You are totally living the dream.

As the weather has nothing to do with London at the moment, you just wear a simple top and some sport shorts. Your hair put into a messy bun, you lay on your stomach on the king size bed that is at the perfect place to watch the sunset. Right in front of it, the patio door widely open to this magnificent scenery and the last ray warming up your exposed skin. Phone in hands, you scroll through it as Harry already sent you the first pictures he took of the wedding.

You couldn’t suppress the smile on your face. Both you and Tom had bright smiles on the photographs, sometimes with teary eyes due to emotion but still radiating happiness and love for each other.

A new chapter of your life just started and you can’t wait to see where it will take you with the man you love.

Speak of the devil, you notice now that the running water coming from the bathroom stops. Just like the humming from inside. Another two minutes later, the wooden door opens to reveal your newly husband freshly exiting the bathroom, only wearing a boxer tight around everything his hips and hair still wet. And to think that he can look hot with and without clothes... and that he is now officially yours.

You hear his steps on the creaking parquet as he approaches your shared bed and look over your shoulder. Then the bed dips from the weight of his body next to you.

"Looks like Harry did a great job with the pictures, right?"

Tom’s hot breath is next to your ear as he speaks, sending you chills over your body. When you turn slightly your head towards him, his face is close to yours that you can feel the heat coming from him. His eyes look lovingly at the picture you stopped on: both of you sharing a kiss after your vows.

“The pictures are beautiful, indeed” you reply in a whisper, eyes back on your phone.

You feel him leave a kiss on top of your exposed shoulder, his lips warm from his previous shower. He then put his chin on the nap of your neck, getting closer as if searching for more closeness, his still wet torso against half your back.

“I want to frame that one when we go back home” Tom adds while putting one hand over yours which holds the phone.

Your heart is thumping from many emotions rushing through your mind and body. You sure feel blessed to be now married to this young man you knew since your young age, not to forget how attracted you are to each other. Yet the incident of “that day” still remains fresh in the back of your head.

But you were a newly married couple now so why would you be frighten or self-conscious about... what has to come? That is right, you have no reason to be scared. Not at all.

You lock your phone and let it fall on the soft sheets. Your hands still linked, you now intertwine your fingers with his as you kiss his cheek then repeat the action a few times, a bit slower and lips never leaving his skin. Tom slightly pulls away turning his head to look at your face, admiring the gleam in your eyes that are like an open book to him.

In a light motion Tom pushes your upper body to make you turn on your back. After biting his lips to hide a smirk, he slides closer to you and both of you roll on the bed followed by giggles. Now wrapping his strong arms around your frame, Tom hugs you tightly against his chest.

“My beautiful wife...” he mumbled, pressing the tip of his nose into the tresses of your hair. “... Mrs. Holland.”

The last statement makes you heart thump heavily, cheeks starting to redden.

“I love you, Tom, so much” you whisper, answering the unspoken way his heart relayed just how much he loves you as well.

A giggle escapes your lips when he huffs a hot breath against the rim of your ear squeezing you even tighter in his arms before finally relaxing into a soft cuddle. Sliding one of your arms around his back, you snuggle into his frame trying to be as close to his body as possible so he can be enveloped by your warmth and body heat.

Then Tom shifts just a bit placing his hand on your cheek, getting you to tilt your head up where he admires the shade and gleam of your beautiful eyes before pulling you to meet his lips. Instantly your body melts under the gentle and warm sway of his kiss, that feels soft and sweet like the perfect flavour of ice cream.

The moment Tom pulls away your eyes flutter hazily, telling him you want another with the soft way you whisper his name.

"Someone’s needy..."

Not trying to hide his smirk anymore, the man is more than happy to give you all the kisses you could ever want as he leans down again meeting your lips in the middle. One more kiss turns into many, as one of your hands glide into his wild brown hair. Your eyes soften, parting your lips when his tongue slides over your top lip wanting to make the kisses more steamy.

The heated sway of his slick muscle laps around your own slowly and sensually coating it with his saliva, letting you become enthralled and overwhelmed so much by his passion that a small murmur of a moan hazes into his lips.

"Mmh, I can never get enough of the way you taste" Tom mutters the moment he pulls away licking his lips, noting the thin trail of saliva connecting you together.

He then trails the edge of his lips down your neck while placing soft enticing feather-like kisses.

“What do you say about me marking this gorgeous body of yours?” he rasps, letting the heat of his breath haze against your skin and picks a soft patch to suck on.

It takes you a moment to realise he is indeed leaving you a hickey. Such a mark would not be the first one he has given you, but you always remind him to not make them too big and somewhere easy to hide. But today, you don’t want to impose him any restriction.

And that is when you feel some kind of pressure... between your legs. More precisely against your core. You let out a high pitch squeal when the steady pressure evolves into back and forth moves. You can’t stop a few moans escaping from your mouth at the feeling, Tom’s hips in total rythme with his sucking.

Your body arches more into his, letting him have complete access to your neck. Tom slides his tongue up and down, sucking and swirling his muscle till a deep purple love bite is forming against your skin, right on the side of your collarbone. Only then does he pull away to admire his handy work.

A tingle slides through your body as he uses a few of his fingers to caress over your love bruise, as if he could feel how warm and pulsating your skin and heart are. Short-winded and almost sweating, your eyes still blurry with what just happened, and definitely wet down there. A total reminder of the “incident”.

Then you see it. His huge deadly smirk, staring at you so deep as he perfectly knows what he is doing to you.

And without a word Tom stands up from over you and the bed, passing his finger through his now dry curls as he starts walking towards his luggage on the other side of the room.

“Alright, a boat’s gonna take us to the restaurant of the island for 7pm so let’s get ready.”

And the man just leaves you still on the bed to go change into the bathroom. You roll onto your side, breath still short while squeezing your thighs together to find some relieve.

That. Fucking. Bastard.

* * * *

Fortunately, the delicious food and tasty cocktails appeased your infuriated more like frustrated state from earlier. You were not THAT mad at Tom... but still. Since you left the villa to have dinner on the beach, you never felt so tensed. You tried your best to not show your husband bad attitude because first, he doesn’t deserve any of it and two... There is no other reason, actually.

You racked your brains all evening. You knew you were ready, and that is why you mostly welcomed Tom into your shared steamy embrace. And it all stopped abruptly like he did every times since the viagra incident. But now, you were married so why does he keep playing that hell of a teasing game?

So you kept your composure as much as you could, even when Tom tried to be touchy-feely. Each time both your skins made contact, it surprised you to the point Tom started wondering if you were alright. But you still managed to conceal your weird behaviour to him.

But he still noticed something was on.

* * * *

You are finally back to the villa. Tom gentlemanly helps you to get out of the little boat, not without nearly falling into the sea as doing so. At least, his usual goofy self always brings a smile on your face. Tom opens the door to let you in first, and you thank him as you do.

Entering the house you stop when you notice the inside plunged into complete darkness, but with candles lighten up here and there. In the air flutters a calming perfume of tropical flower, just enough to mix with the salty perfume of the sea. And at your feet are spread flowers petals as if creating a path to lead you somewhere.

“You like it?” Tom whispers in you ears, giving you the chills.

“T-That’s really pretty, but why-”

“Shh, you will see, princess.”

Before you can finish your sentence, Tom’s hands gently press onto your hips and he slowly pushes you to make you walk. As he walks you through the dark villa - and banging into some furnitures on the way which makes you laugh again, you now are able to guess where he takes you.

Tom then stops you in front of the familiar wooden door to open it, and before your eyes is a nicely arranged the big bathroom with the same lighted candles around the bathtub already filled up with water and petals. But what takes your breath away may for sure be the beautiful view from the patio window on which the bathtub is placed against. You can still hear and see the sea waves in the darkness of the night, but in the distance you can make out some lights coming from the next door island. There are actually curtains on both sides of the window, slightly closed to keep some intimacy but still a bit see-through.

A bright blush decorates your cheeks at all the display as suddenly tones of intimate thoughts crosse your mind.

“As cliché as it sounds, I always wanted to take a bath together. And now that we are married...” Tom interrupts himself to slide his arms around your hips, as you take a breath and lean back against his chest.

“Well now that we are married, I wanted to try it with you. Do you want too?” He murmures with his suave voice, placing a soft kiss against your slender neck as you nod your head.

“Y-You also brought some champagne, as I see” you notice, still overwhelmed in the warm embrace of your lover.

The bottle in an ice bucket and two flutes glasses are nicely presented on a wooden coffee table next to the bath. Tom nods against your cheek, leaving another kiss there. With a pounding heart you nuzzle your face against his, feeling his smooth face on your lips and his natural scent filling your nostrils.

"Can I undress you? Or we can undress each other? Piece... by... piece..." Tom places a kiss after each word, making you feel all warm and tingly as he then trails his hands down your hips and massages your thighs under the summer dress you decided to wear tonight.

"Ah... I like the sound of that. Can I go first, please?" you shyly ask, looking at him through your long eyelashes.

After moving you to the center of the bathroom, Tom turns your body around to face him and agrees to your demand. He is unsurprised when you start unbuttoning his stripped white and lavender shirt. Letting it fall at his feet, he takes his cue and bends down to his knees, running his hands up and down both your legs up under your dress.

You can't take your eyes off his sleek and sculptured chest muscles. Your fingers wander along his neck to then stop on his broad shoulders.

Smirking at your focused eyes Tom takes the edge of your dress to pull it up your hips, your thighs finally at his mercy. As he purposefully has a gander at your black coloured panties, he gives both your thighs a nice warm kiss and then stands up while tugging your dress upend off your entire body.

A pant full of desire escapes your lips so Tom takes a little initiative and grabs your hand to place it on the front of his darted white pants, encouraging you to unbutton and slide the zipper down. Which you do after a few seconds of looking into his lustful brown eyes, pushing at the waistband before the material gladly slips down his long legs and pools around his ankles.

He kicks his pants away before encouraging you to approach him closer. But you stop him and with trembling hands, you slowly unclasp your bra, not daring to look directly at Tom as your cheeks keep flushing.

His tongue licks his bottom lip admiring the outline of your breasts coming into view. Tom thought you would be a little reluctant to completely undress in front of each other, even if he has seen your gorgeous curves before but you surprise him by taking the first step yourself.

With blushy cheeks, you still hide your almost exposed tits with an arm. Tom can't help himself when he steps up to your body and presses your bare chests together, meeting you in the middle for a kiss. The feeling of your soft breasts is a complete and utter turn on for him, as his hands began to gently explore your body a little by caressing around your hips and down your back before dipping one into the back of your panties to give your bottom a nice squeeze.

A moan of his name hazes into his mouth as you wrap both your hands around his rippling back muscles, while you can feel him greedily wanting to pull down your last remaining article of clothing.

But you feel he doesn’t want to force you into anything you don’t want to. Or maybe... will Tom actually interrupt everything like before dinner? That would be even worse, just by analysing the current situation you are in. Despite being a little jittery with tones of questions in mind, your own hands slide down his hips and push at his boxers, blushing at the way they easily slide down his legs lower on his v-line.

"Adventurous, little missy?” Tom teasingly rasps when you can't help but fully eye his now well endowed manhood for the first time.

It is not surprising that you stutter out an answer and tilt your face away, but it gives him a moment to caress down your stomach and grip the waistband of your panties and lower them leaving you both equally naked.

Your hands shake with embarrassment but since Tom is not hiding himself, you try to adapt some of his courage and allow the man you love to have an unhindered view of your body that he has desired for so long. And he takes full advantage of bouncing his eyes up and down with zero shame.

"Dammit baby, have I ever told you how beautiful I think you are?" he groans softly in defeat, nestling his face in your neck.

A smile slides up your lips as you whisper you feel the exact same way, causing him to face you again and cup both of your cheeks for a nice warm kiss. Once you part, he leads the way into the tub which is delightfully warm enough and encourages you to sit between his legs.

At first you are still a bit shy about that but don't really have a choice as you both slide down and sit in the water. Your heartbeat is thundering, which doesn’t help the fact you can properly feel the shape of his cock against the bottom of your ass. It is way too late to shy away now. Tom is indeed hard, clearly turned on from having his naked wife in his arms for the first time. Leaning forward, he gives the nape of your neck a warm and sensual kiss while both of his hands caress up and down your now soaked legs.

"Mhm, Tom... Y-you can touch me..." you murmur to him leaning back and allowing him more access to your neck, which he takes advantage of with many more kisses and several gentle nibbles, enjoying your flavour.

"Where would you like me to touch you, gorgeous?"

Taking a breath, your hands slide under the water and grab both his, placing them against your breasts. Your matching golden rings make contact and instantly, Tom starts slowly and sensually groping them, earning some very satisfying skin tingling moans of his name from your perfectly pink lips.

"You make my mind so hazy, Tom... All the damn time" you whisper between light moans, his large hands making wonders.

Deciding to explore another part of your body, his fingers pet down your stomach and edge your legs further apart before gliding down the womanly outline of your slit.

"A-ah, Tom...!" you whimper out of surprise, but his touch is slow and sensual and it assures you he just wants to make you feel good.

When your body starts to relax, Tom continues his soft pleasuring of your lower lips, while still squeezing one of your breasts and kissing both your neck and shoulder several times. The moment he curls one digit between your warm folds, your entire body spasms with waves of foreign pleasure.

You begin panting, as if showcasing how unprepared you were for this sensation. But he calms you down using his free hand to push your cheek to meet his lips while he works a slow rhythm of back and forth. Quickly, the curl and sway of his slender digit starts to feel utterly amazing so he slowly adds a second one, making you moan of pleasure.

“O-oh, Tom! I-It feels so good!”

Tom grins as he nips at your neck to feel the vibrations of your mewls of delight, while he notes the subtle difference between the sticky sensation starting to warm his fingers and the water around. However after pleasuring you for awhile he pulls away and whispers into the rim of your ear, his desires to continue this in bed.

“(Y/n), I want you so fucking bad and I want to thoroughly enjoy you” Tom growls as he nibbles your lobe between his teeth, slightly tugging it.

It sounds almost desperate and what can you say? You were as much desperate as he is right now, so you have no intention of denying him after coming this far. You prove your husband how deeply in love you are with him by turning in his lap, wrapping both hands around his neck and deeply kissing him.

Using his amazing upper body strength to pick you up bridal style, he lets the water thoroughly drip from both your bodies before taking careful steps out of the tub. Thankfully, there is a rug on the floor so he doesn't slip or slide as he rests your butt down against the sink.

You smile at him with soft pink cheeks as he tries to dry you off a bit. But it is pretty much a lost cause since Tom just admires your body for the most part. He uses another towel to dry himself off a little before being very direct with the way he pushes apart your knees and picks you back up, forcing you to wrap your legs around his back and making you blush brightly as your hands cling to his broad shoulders.

The next thing you know, your back is laying against the soft mattress where he instantly starts some very sensual kisses. Starting with your lips and working down to your neck, eventually claiming one of your soft nipples.

"Mhm Tom, I love your kisses so much" you practically purr to him, unable to do much but run your hands through his brown locks and down just a bit of his smooth back muscles. Honestly, you are kind of grateful for his hungry desire to take the lead, as the way he is sucking and licking between both of your breasts just feels sensational.

His coffee orbs glance up as he lets go of one of your tits with a juicy pop and notes your closed eyes and relaxed features, finding it a nice time to go further south. He places soft kisses down your bellybutton, which let you know where he is going but you assure yourself you are okay as long as it is him.

With a lift of your leg, his eyes graze over the intimate pink outline of your womanhood, but he doesn't go towards your sex right away. His lips kiss softy at your inner thigh, bringing tingles up your spine as you find his slowness and need to appreciate all your body romantic and endearing.

"Your skin is so damn soft... And your smell is driving me crazy" Tom growls again, gliding his tongue up as he eases apart your knees until the tip of his wet muscle laps over the middle of your slit before instantaneously turning it into the most intimate French kiss you could ever imagine.

"O-oh! K-kissing me right there... i-is strange...!" you shyly murmur, gripping both of your hands against the sheets. But soon all you can think of is the enthralling sensation of his tongue as he thoroughly slides between your folds and thrusts back and forth, turning you into a moaning and mewling mess.

One of your hands finds its way into the back of his hair, where you give a few tugs in the throws of your pleasure. In turn both of his hand glide up your hips to keep you in place, while he continued to eat you out like one of the best meals he ever had in ages.

At this point, you are not sure if you are being loud or too quiet anymore, but the answer doesn’t really matter as the passionate sway of his tongue is talented enough to have the oddest sensation warming the pit of your stomach. But you don’t have the time to ask him because you are experiencing your very first orgasm.

"H-hah, fuck... You taste amazing, baby" Tom husks as he pulls back to lick the slick sweet essence of your arousal from his lips. He then wipes off the bottom of his chin before rising above your body to caress one of his hands against your cheek and give you a hasty kiss that lets you taste yourself.

“Oh Tom, I love you so much" you mutter during his flavourful kisses when suddenly, you can clearly feel the tip of his cock poking against your inner thigh.

"I love you too, so much” Tom kisses your lips a last time. “Ready to enjoy the ride, my beautiful wife?”

And as words are about to leave your mouth, Tom moves his face closer to you ear.

“And no need for me to take any blue pill, right?”

He for sure means it to sound like a tease. At a time like that. Well, it wouldn’t be Tom if he didn't remind you of the day you non-naturally made him excited because he was being such a brat. And remembering it right now is even worse, judging by the redness of your cheeks.

“S-Stop with that- aah!”

Yet again he does’t let you speak fully as his hips slide up to press the tip of his cock at your entrance. Griping both hands against your own, he fills you to the brim with his girth in a slow but smooth thrust.

"Ah-mhm... Ooh, Tom" you mumble of slight discomfort but you quickly assure your husband it doesn’t specially hurt too much, just feels sensational and unbearably tight at the same time.

He kisses your neck and lets you know you could claw or squeeze him as necessary if you feel any pain, which has you smiling and returning a peck to his cheek and another to his neck nuzzling him like a kitten.

"You can move Tommy, I'm okay..." you whisper into his ear, pulling back to meet his eyes where he most certainly doesn’t need to be told twice as hearing you use that particular nickname makes his stomach flip.

So he eases his hips backwards only to slap forward hard enough for you to toss your head and yelp out his name in a moan.

“Ah! Tommy!”

You feel him rock the most dizzying rhythm into your body that it has you squeezing his shoulders and moaning his name on harmonious repeat. That was the sexiest tune he has heard in his entire life. The sound of your voice and the pleasured look in your eyes feeding his desire all the more, as he thrusts his hips back and forth and then growls like an animal about how tight you are squeezing him.

"S-shit, I can feel how wet you are baby... Practically dripping all over my cock" he rasps while biting warmly at the side of your neck, to give you a mixture of possessive teeth marks and bright purple hickey.

You can’t even muster a reply as he picks up your legs and slides his warm strong hands under your ass to ensure he could pick up his pace to fuck you faster and deeper. Which you doesn’t seem to mind because your hand squeeze his sweaty back, and get off on both the pleasure and the sweet smell coming from his body.

He smirks before sharply claiming your lips, thrashing his hips back and forth and sloshing your juices that lets you know he wasn’t lying before when he said you were wet. That along with the accompanying smell of raunchy sex has your mind become so overly dizzy and hazy that you can barely concentrate.

His hips become sloppy with his desperation and you completely understand that feeling as you cling to him, even dragging a few of your nails down his back not really out of any pain but more so the intense sensation tightening in the pit of your stomach. With a few more hard and deep thrusts that rock both your bodies in perfect unison, Tom presses deeply into your tight pulsating folds allowing you both to achieve release simultaneously.

One hell of scream leaps from your vocal chords as the most vision blurring orgasm of the night sways through your system. Slowly Tom eases your bottom back down to the mattress since he has sort of propped up your lower body for those few aggressive minutes.

When coming back to his senses, Tom pulls out of your core causing you to hiss from the loss of being so full. He pants almost as heavily as you and after proudly and hungrily admiring both your mixed juices coming out from your core, the man slides down tiredly next to your side.

"How... do you feel, gorgeous?" he huffs, taking a few deep breaths as lazily bringing an arm around your frame to keep you close to his sweaty frame.

"I... f-feel a bit tired... but also good, really good..." you smile to him, cuddling closer and placing a kiss against the middle of his chest before snuggling your cheek against his soft and warm skin.

He sighs in relief, not voicing how he thought he was being a bit rougher than he meant to be, but instead runs one of his hands down the middle of your back in a soft soothing petting motion.

“Damn, the champagne!” Tom suddenly shouts out of nowhere, startling you a bit.

Tom reluctantly detaches from you, not without a sloppy kiss and stil butt naked, he runs back into the bathroom and comes back with the bottle in one hand and the flutes on the other. You also notice a small towel hanging on his shoulder, probably to clean you both from your previous activity.

You giggle at him, smiling warmly letting the thumping of his heart lull you as you finally share a glass of champagne, still naked and bodies tangled together and into the soft sheets. Both of you hold each other tightly, letting each other’s heat warm your bodies and just keep chatting until your eyelids feel too heavy to stay open.

Life sure feels great.

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definitelyseven · 4 years

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summary: reporter meets mafia boss, Park Jinyoung

“Take your clothes off.” He said.

You were taken back at his words. As much as you wanted your first story, you were not about to trade it with your body. You cleared your throat and moved away from him.

“Anything but that.” He snickered and reached for his belt, unbuckling it. “Stop!” He did and so did the car. “I don’t know who you think I am, but I’m not those girls at the club!” He smirked.

“I told you, you can’t give me what I want.” You rolled your eyes and got out of the car. “When you can give me what I want, I’ll think about that interview.” You slammed the car door and it drives off. You quickly pulled out your phone and AirPods. You put a listening device in his car. After everything you went through today, you weren’t about to give up on that story.

—

11am - You woke up and went straight to check your phone. It’s been 5 hours since you last listened in on his conversation.

“What time are we meeting them?” You hear Jinyoung ask.

“7pm. They’re hiding out in the abandon house further down by the lake.” This is it, you thought. This was going to be your story.

“Okay, let’s meet the investors from England first.”

You quickly got up and went straight to Park Business. There were still protestors and reporters waiting outside. The security guards were busy controlling the crowd so it was easy for you to sneak into the parking garage. You put the tracking device on the bottom of the car and left - all you had to do was wait.

Four hours later, there was finally movement.

“Those bastards want an additional 10% for interest.”

“Do you want us to make a move?” His bodyguard said.

“No-no. Get the hacker to dig around. Get some dirt on them for leverage. I’ll make them sign without the additional 10%.” You drove closely behind them so you won’t lose them. Where was he going? “I want the deal tonight to go smoothly. They’re sneaky and will try to pull something off. Make sure our men are ready. I don’t want any accidents.” What kind of deal was it?

His car dropped him off at the same club as last night. You watched Jinyoung and his body guard go in and quickly parked your car and followed. The place looked different with lights on. It actually looked decent.

“Mark, bring her inside!”

“Fuck” You said softly. How could he possibly know you were here? You quickly turned to leave, but his body guard was waiting behind you. He led you inside to where Jinyoung was sitting - facing the entrance as if he was waiting for your arrival. You sat down across from him. “How did you know I was here?”

“You’re not very good at spying on people. You were driving ridiculously close for me not to notice or was that the goal? For me to notice you?” Jinyoung teased making you roll your eyes. “No wonder you can’t get your first story.”

“Okay, fine! You caught me! Can I go now?” He shook his head. Mark placed the tracking device on the table. “If you’re looking for an apology...-“

“No, that’s not what I want.” You looked at him confused. Not this fucking game again.

“I said anything but -”

“Leave me alone or you’ll regret it.” He said coldly.

“Are you threatening me?”

He shook his head. “Tsk tsk...of course not. Just a warning. You wouldn’t want anything to happen to that pretty face.” He said reaching to stroke your face, but you pushed his hand away. He grabbed the bottle of tequila that was on the table and slammed it against your tracking device, breaking it to pieces. His aggressiveness made you flinch. “You can go now.”

You left the club, thankful that he didn’t find the listening device. Since you had no luck following him, you decided to look for the abandon house he mentioned earlier; maybe wait there to see what would happen at 7pm.

—

The abandon house by the lake wasn’t easy to find. You found a decent sized bush near the house for you to hide behind, watch and listen at the same time.

“That son of a bitch won’t know what’s coming for him!” Who were they talking about? “I want the product and the heir. Once we get the money, we’ll flee to Thailand, hide for a couple of months and split the money.” The heir? Could they be talking about Jinyoung? You thought they were business partners.

“It’s almost 7pm. We should send our men out and hide. We will attack when they least expect it. Take down the body guard first, then tie the heir up. I’m sure he’s worth at least $500 million. His dad won’t let his only son die.” You gasped, quickly covering your mouth to prevent yourself from making any noise. They wanted to kidnap Jinyoung. You quickly grabbed your phone from your bag. With your hands shaking, you struggled to type his phone number in.

“Pick up....pick up.” No answer “Damn it!” You murmured and tried again. It rang two times and he picks up. “Jinyoung!” You said in a low voice. “Whatever you do, don’t come to the abandon house - “ Before you could finish what you were saying, you felt someone grabbed your shoulder. You screamed, dropping your phone to the ground.

“Who are you? Who were you calling?” You heart was racing. The man in front of you looked scary and dirty like he hadn’t showered in days. Panicking, you quickly stepped on your phone shattering the screen. You didn’t want him to know you called Jinyoung. “You bitch!” The man said slapping you and then pointing his knife towards you. “Get inside.”

“I’m not looking for trouble. I was just leaving.” You said trying to move past him. The man grabbed your hair from behind and aligned the knife to your neck. You yelped in pain reaching for your head.

“I said get inside.” His grip on your hair didn’t loosen and the knife never left your neck. You were sure the knife had wounded your neck. “Look who I found outside.” The man said pushing you to the floor once you got inside. The house was dirty with newspaper and empty food containers and bottles everywhere. “I caught her making a phone call. When I asked her about it she broke her phone.”

“Let me go.” You whimpered. Inside the house, there were three other men; equally as scary and dirty. You crawled away from them, but that only made them move towards you.

“What are you doing here, pretty girl? Tell daddy.” You felt gross. He was gross.

“I-I was just taking a walk and I found this house.”

“Who did you call?” Another one asked.

“M-my boyfriend.” You tried to calm yourself down. “You see, I was mad at him so I decided to go on a walk and he called. Then your friend here scared me. I guess I was so scared I stepped on my phone.” You said innocently.

“Don’t fucking lie to me!” The man who dragged you inside said as he grabbed the collar of your shirt exposing your chest. You screamed earning yourself another slap.

“Hey, hey, hey! Don’t be so rough on the pretty lady.” Another man leaned down and tried to stroke your cheek - you moved away. “Tell daddy the truth and you won’t get hurt.”

“I am telling the truth!”

“It’s been so long since I touched a pretty lady. I wonder how you taste, how it would feel to be inside you.” He said holding you down and climbing on top of you. You squirmed underneath him and he slapped you again. “Come on baby girl, daddy will be gentle.” You spat on him and he slapped you again. This time harder than before. Tears form in your eyes from the pain. Your cheeks were still tender from the night before. The additional slaps ruptured the skin inside of your mouth, causing it to bleed. You could taste it. The man got off you and kicked your stomach. You winced in pain. “You stupid little bitch!” He kicked you again.

“Stop...please stop” You begged. He spat on you. You watched as he told the men to wait outside. You gulped knowing what was about to happen. You managed to help yourself up, attempting to run away, but he caught you. He grabbed your hair and yanked you to the floor. You cried out in pain.

“You think you’re better than me? You’re too good for me?” He said angrily, getting on top of you. You were sobbing now. This can’t be happening. You tried your best to fight him off, pushing him with your hands to get him away from you, but he was much stronger. He takes a knife out of his pocket and lays it gently on your skin. “Keep moving and I’ll make a big fat cut right here.” You stopped moving, but he doesn’t keep his word. He slices your arm making a superficial wound and you squirm again. He continues to run the knife on your exposed skin and you cursed yourself for wearing shorts and a tank top. “Shhh..be quiet. It’ll be over soon.” That was the last thing you hear before everything went blank.

Images of the man on top of you, slapping you, and cutting you popped into your mind. You screamed.

“Hey, I’ll call you later.” You turned to the noise - it was Jinyoung. Your body ached with every movement, but you were no longer in the abandon house. You had been moved to someone’s house, onto a bed, with clean clothes. “You’re awake.” He said as he sat down beside you on the bed.

“Where am I?” You said slightly sitting up and resting on the headboard.

“You’re safe now, in my house.” You looked around. You wrapped your arms around your body as you recalled what had happened; tears formed in your eyes. You felt dirty.

“I-I tried to call you...to warn you.” You couldn’t hold back the tears. “And they...” You grabbed his arm. “Did they?” You sobbed.

“Hey, hey...” He wrapped his arms around you, pulling you in for a hug. “Shhh baby...” He strokes your head, comforting you. “We got there in time. They didn’t touch you.” You hugged him back tightly, thankful that nothing had happened. “I won’t let them hurt you again.” He said comforting you.

“Did you kill them?” You asked slightly pulling away to look at him. It was comfortable being in his arms. He made you feel safe.

“They got what they deserved.” He said stroking your hair.

“Jinyoung, answer me. Did you?” He looked at you and his eyes softened.

“No, baby.” He wiped the tears off your cheeks. You flinched at his touch. Your cheeks were still burning from all the slaps you endured. He leaned in and softly kissed your cheek. “Thank you for warning me.” He whispered leaning his forehead onto yours. “Does it hurt?” You nodded. “Where?”

“Everywhere” He traced his fingers on your wounds and brought your arm close to his lips, pecking it gently. He pushed your hair away from your neck and ran his fingers on the wound. His eyebrows scrunched together as if he was the one in pain. He hesitated but leaned in and pecked it gently. He then made his way back to your cheeks; one hand stroking the right cheek and pecking the left. Your heart fluttered at his touches.

He leaned his forehead onto yours again; this time pulling your body closer to his. His finger gently grazed over your lip. His lips were so close to yours. You could almost taste him.

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saturnznct · 4 years

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part 36 - baby table

word count; 1,390 words

note; holy shit so much has happened today!! reload is incredible, ridin is 100% my favourite song! according to my lastfm I’ve listened to ridin 43 times today I- whats everyone's favourite b-side? I think mines quiet down. ALSO Jongdae?? baby?? daughter??

ALSO if u didn’t catch my post about secret being updated every 1-3 days, from now on updates will vary in like,, time apart from each other as the majority of the remaining parts will be written!! However if a part is a social media part then it will be posted within a day of the previous one, if that makes sense. I’m sorry if this is annoying but it just helps make sure I’m putting out better quality writing and this way I’m able to take my time with the chapters and not rush them. I’m really sorry! I hope you lot are still enjoying secret and i appreciate every one of you so much!

‘Ow!’ You hear Jaemin hiss from the other room.

You’re sitting on the sofa with Doyeon, relaxing with some ice cream and Netflix, while Jeno and Jaemin are building furniture in the nursery.

‘I’ll go see what that was-‘ you begin, but Doyeon quickly interrupts.

‘No! You stay here, I’ll go.’

A few minutes pass before she comes back to tell you that he’d only caught his finger, and that he was just ‘being dramatic.’

You were getting bored of the TV, the pixels burning harshly into your retinas. You just wanted to be left alone, or be with Jaemin. You were far too tired for all the noise and interaction that came with Jeno and Doyeon being there. You wanted to just crawl into bed and nap, your body was so achy, but you knew you couldn’t since Doyeon had come to hang out with you.

As usual, you were drowning in one of Jaemin’s hoodies, and you were using your bump as a sort of table for your ice cream.

‘I hope when that girl comes out you don’t use her body as a table,’ Doyeon remarked.

You glared at her, before saying, ’but that’s why I’m having her.’

She smirks and rolls her eyes before standing up.

‘I can tell you want to tell me to fuck off so you can go to sleep but you don’t want to.’

You look at her, attempting to feign ignorance, ‘No, of course not Do-‘

‘You forget we lived with each other for 2 years. I’m fine here ok? You go and try to have a nap through this racket.’

‘No, you came to see me-‘

‘Well I half came because Jeno was coming-‘

‘Wow, I’m hurt,’ you fake gasp, clutching your chest.

’Shut up, we all know how much you thirsted over Jaemin when you first started dating.’

‘And I do now-‘

‘Now go to bed! Or I will carry you to bed!’

You reluctantly put your ice cream back in the freezer and trudge into your room, pulling the curtains shut and shuffle your way into bed, sleep overtaking your tired and sore body.

In the nursery, Jaemin and Jeno were building the drawers that you had recently received, as well as the crib.

At first, when they’d tipped the parts out of the box, they’d sighed in defeat.

‘We’re never going to be to put this together,’ Jeno says.

‘Well, we’re going to have to. Otherwise, my child will be sleeping on the floor,’ Jaemin replies, before reaching for the instruction manual and beginning to flick through it.

‘How’s Y/N?’ Jeno asks while the Jaemin is hammering a nail into the board that Jeno was holding into place.

‘She’s ok,’ he grunts, before leaning back to take a break, ‘she just seems really tired these days. I feel bad because there’s not much I can do really. I want her to stay safe and stay relaxed as much as possible but I don’t want to stress her out too much. I don’t know… I think I’m just worrying far too much.’

‘You never used to worry like this,’ Jeno says, also leaning backwards into a sitting position.

‘There was never a baby involved then.’

‘You’ve changed a lot since Y/N got pregnant. I’m proud of you.’

‘I haven’t really felt myself changing. I think I’m just doing what feels natural.’

Jeno is silent for a while before speaking up again, ‘Are you scared?’

‘Are you kidding? I don’t know how to parent. I- I’m 19, my girlfriend is growing my first ever child and I don’t even know what to do, I don’t know how to hold her, name her, feed her-‘

‘You have your classes, Jaem,’ Jeno interrupts his rant.

‘R-right. But what if I do it wrong-‘

‘You won’t. You’re already such a dad, all you’ve done is stick up for your daughter and Y/N. The way I see it, being a parent isn’t your ability to feed or change them. It’s how much you love them and are willing to protect them. You went against Hyewon for them. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that angry, with the thought of someone going after your family.’

‘Wow, since when did you become so old and wise?’ Jaemin laughs.

‘Shut up,’ Jeno hangs his head.

‘And anyway, what’s the deal with you and Doyeon?’

‘I would’ve thought Y/N would have told you.’

’She probably assumed you would have already told me,’ says Jaemin.

‘That’s true - I don’t know why I haven’t. It’s going well, we haven’t put a proper label on it yet but our dates have been perfect.’

‘That’s great man, I’m happy for you guys.’

‘This reminds me of when you and Y/N started dating and you’d tell me all about your dates.’

Jaemin laughs, beginning to think of all of the first times you went out with each other, smiling fondly at the memories.

There’s quite a few minutes of no talking between the two, before Jaemin sighs and stands back up.

‘We should probably keep building.’

Your eyes flutter open when you feel someone touching you.

The first person you see is Jaemin leaning over you, hand in your hair, rubbing your hairline softly with his thumb.

‘Good morning,’ he mumbles.

‘It’s morning?’ You sit up, surprised.

’Really?’

He laughs, ‘No, it’s only 7pm. I made you dinner.’

You assume this means Jeno and Doyeon have left, and that they probably finished - or massively failed - building a lot of the furniture.

You groan, feeling annoyed that he’s interrupted your precious sleep, ’Not in the mood to eat.’

‘You have to, Cletus is probably starving!’

You smile half-heartedly, ‘Give me a minute to wake up properly.’

‘Ok,’ he says, before leaning forwards and kissing you on the forehead.

You don’t want to get up, knowing you’re more eating out of pure obligation, not because you want to.

Your symptoms are always in full force in the evening, the thought of food making you feel dizzy and sick. You feel as though one bite of anything will make you throw up everywhere. You know in the back of your mind that now, more than ever you need food for your baby.

Three minutes later, you’re walking into the kitchen, arms extending above your head, eyes squeezing shut.

‘C’mon pretty girl, come sit,’ he gestures towards the empty seat.

You suddenly remember the thought you had when you had first woken up.

‘Did you finish the crib?’

‘Yeah, I unpacked some stuff too.’

You stare at him for a few seconds before saying, ‘are you gonna show me?’

‘Oh- yeah,’ he leaps to his feet before grabbing both of your hands, leading you out of the kitchen and into the hallway.

‘You didn’t have too much trouble did you?’ You joked.

‘Fuck off, we were fine,’ he laughs, before you stop in front of the nursery door.

‘Hurry up,’ you complain, dragging out the syllables and stomping your feet in a mock tantrum.

‘Patience, patience,’ he says, before leaning across you and opening the door.

The light isn’t on inside the room, its pitch black.

Jaemin turns the light on, and instantly tears fill your eyes.

In the corner, there’s a small white and grey crib, the one you had only bought last week, and inside there was a pink blanket, folded, alongside a small dog plushie.

‘You did this?’ You asked, even though you couldn’t see him through the blur of tears.

‘Who else would have?’

‘Jeno?’ you joke.

He laughs, before turning to look at the chest of drawers they’d also built that day.

‘We did those too.’

You notice there are no longer piles of stuff on the floor.

‘You put the stuff away?’ You exclaim as you rush over and start pulling draws open.

‘Of course I did,’ he smiles widely.

‘I could’ve helped.’

‘You were asleep.’

‘You should have woken me up. We could have done it together…’ you trail off.

‘I’m sorry gorgeous, next time I promise,’ he says before pulling you into a hug.

‘To make up for it, how about we go eat a nice dinner?’

‘Of course you think about food when we’re having a moment,’ you laugh, kissing him on the lips before grabbing his hand and heading to the kitchen.

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baekhyuq · 4 years

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“Chemistry!” Baekhyun (m)

Part One

—Word count: 2k

—Genre: Smut, Angst, Fluff, Thriller(?), Horror

—Playlist: I never told you what I do for a living-MCR///Science Fiction-Arctic Monkeys

—Inspired by “I never told you what I do for a living by MCR, please read the lyrics for this song it will influence how you read this story.

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Can I meet you, alone

There was a wolf that sat at the edge of your property line every night. Before you went to bed you’d peer out your window to find the wolf sitting there peacefully. Each night, without fail. He received your words, your whispers of goodnight.

He would watch over you as you slept before going back into the dark woods. The wolf would go home after hours of watching you rest, he went back to his mansion. Expensive cars and big houses. His life was the opposite of yours.

The wolf was a well known chemist, creating potions for the wealthiest of humans. The humans would pay top dollar to get a hold of his creations. The wolf created profit easily because of this. One day, the wolf created a potion for him to express his urges. He downed the whole glass of it. That night he turned into a monster, he went in to the town to kill an innocent man. The man’s body was found days later; floating down the river. The clicking of the wolf’s claws on the pavement was the only thing he remembered after disposing his body in that river, the water running red from his blood. He couldn’t get the smell out of his mind, the horrid stench of his blood.

Another night and i’ll see you

The wolf went to your property line for the first time that night. He could see into your room from the line, he saw you in your pink nightgown, getting ready for bed. He watched you sleep that night, and he would come back every night from then on.

The wolf became the wolf that night. The wolf’s name was Byun Baekhyun. A well known chemist, creating potions for the wealthiest of people. Yes, the wolf and Byun Baekhyun were the same person. The wolf was the animalistic side of Byun Baekhyun that only existed for him to release his urges.

Baekhyun tried his hardest to make a potion to erase his wrong doing, to reverse the potions effects. He found no true cure.

Another night and i’ll be you

The wolf took comfort in giving into his urges and coming to watch you sleep. The wolf told Baekhyun this and Baekhyun ignored the wolf’s words. He wouldn’t get involved with the wolf’s doings. He couldn’t be wrapped up with the wolf when he was Byun Baekhyun, a well known chemist.

One day Baekhyun ran into you in a convenience store. He could practically smell you in the store. He desperately tried to avoid you, but when you were the person ahead of him in the line he couldn’t any longer.

Some other way to continue

You smiled at him, your cheeks round and full. Baekhyun getting a closer look at your face, you looked absolutely beautiful. As the wolf described you.

When you greeted him and striked up a conversation with him, he could no longer be invisible to you.

To hide my face

You already knew who Byun Baekhyun was, a famous chemist. Everyone knew him, especially with him living in such a small town. The thing about a small town is that word gets around fast, such as word about a killer being on the loose. Four people have been murdered in the town, all were from different backgrounds. You were fascinated by the killings, doing a little investigating yourself. You would go out to libraries and read up on what it takes to make a murderer. You were intrigued by the whole psychology of it all.

Byun Baekhyun was less than happy to talk to you about the deaths as you both waited in line to check out. He wondered why the wolf didn’t pick another girl to stare at through their window. Preferably a less talkative girl.

Another knife in my hands

Baekhyun notes how enthusiastic you are talking about these killings, and almost blushed when you ask if he’s interested in true crime. He gives you a mere nod.

Come on Baekhyun, get your groceries and get out. You mark Byun Baekhyun off as rude when he stops responding to you in your conversation. You pay for your items and leave, sparing him a curious glance. He’s already looking at you with dark eyes. It makes you uncomfortable.

***

Baekhyun would tell the wolf that night that you’re more beautiful than he described. But also talks too much. The wolf laughed his words off, the wolf thought you were his moon.

A stain that never comes off the sheets

The moon he looked up to at night for hours on end.

Baekhyun called the wolf silly. “You should get a different hobby...” His words teasing but truthful. The same wolf that would be out killing shouldn’t come back to some girl’s house to watch her fall asleep. What a big bad, cold hearted killer.

On a sunny day Baekhyun so happens to be out running errands. Such as going to the library to return a few books and look for more. He’s cruising through the lonely science fiction aisle when you back into him.

Clean me off

Perfect, he thinks when you squeak out a noise in response.

You apologize turning to see who you’ve hit.

“Oh, mister Byun.” You say rather coldly. Baekhyun makes note of your tone, he’s kind of offended you’re not as enthusiastic as you were at the grocery store.

“Hello.” He greets with a tight smile, you’re both scanning the same shelf of book when your hands reach for the same book. Baekhyun yanks his hand away, glancing at you. “Uhm.” He starts. “Are you reading this as well?” He’s referring to the gothic novel you’ve both reached for.

I’m so dirty babe

You nod, “It’s actually for an assignment for school. But the series is addictive so I wanted to pick it up to read.”

Baekhyun thinks for a second, let her take the book or take it for himself? After a second of thinking he reaches for the book and hands it to you. Your cheeks redden and you thank him.

The kind of dirty where the water never cleans off the clothes

“I’ll finish it q-quickly so you can read it as well.” You hold the book to your chest and mutter a goodbye before scurrying off.

I keep a book of the names and those

Baekhyun watches your retreating figure with a lopsided grin. He remembers all the books he had to read for school projects, he hated almost all of them.

You carried the book home, opening it up and reading a few chapters. The book put you to sleep almost instantly. You jolted awake at 7pm, confused as to why you woke up so suddenly. Your body stiffened as it felt as if you were being watched. The eerie feeling of the hairs on your arms standing up and the goosebumps covering your legs.

Only go so far `till you bury them

The tense shoulders and the wide eyes, the back of the throat lump that popped up with the inability to speak. The quietness of the house scared you, you looked around timidly. You peered over to your mirror, seeing your distressed state. Your hair was a mess and your shirt was wrinkled. You looked to the window, the moon was out and high in the sky. You sighed, you would have a hard time falling asleep later.

You get up and bring a change of clothes to the bathroom with you. You connect your phone to the speaker and let your music play as you shower. You take a 15 minute shower and hop out to dry off. As you dry off you noticed your clothes are no longer on the toilet seat. This raised an immediate red flag, you wrap the towel around you tightly. Your brows furrow in thought, you could’ve sworn you sat them on the toilet seat.

You slowly open your bathroom door and it creaks slightly. You step out into the hallway running toward your room, cursing at how cold it is. You find your clothes folded on your bed.

“What the fuck, I swear I took them to the bathroom.” You whisper to yourself, you’re covered in goosebumps, unsure of what to think or do.

You get dressed anyway, slipping on your panties and oversized shirt. You decide to watch a bit of television in your room, and endlessly scroll through your phone till you end up feeling sleepy. You look over to your window just as you’re about to close your eyes to fall fast asleep, you see the wolf.

So deep and down we go

“Goodnight.” You whisper to him.

“Goodnight.” He whispers to you.

The wind is howling when Baekhyun wakes up, he’s outside? In your backyard, on your property line. Exactly where the wolf slept last night.

“Agh.” He cracks his neck, standing to his feet. His body feels stiff, the wolf could’ve taken himself home before sleeping out in this weather. It was snowing, it would be harder to dispose of the bodies if the river freezes over.

Touched by angels, though I fall out of grace

He glances toward your window, the view the wolf sees every night. He sees it. You’re cuddled in your bed, your tv reflecting light onto you. Baekhyun grins a little.

“I see what you’re talking about.” He says to the wolf, as if he was listening.

Baekhyun leaves, disappearing into the woods and on his way to his home. He defrosts inside his warm mansion, his legs infront of a heater. He’s shivering from having to lay on the frozen ground all night. He should take some medicine before he falls sick with a cold so he can recover faster.

I did it all so maybe I'd live this every day

So he does, he mixes a few bottles of this a pinch of that, a table spoon of blank. And just like that he makes a medicine for his soon to be cold. He groans at the taste of it, it’s as disgusting as you would think. As he’s mopping around his house with a blanket draped on his shoulders, he wonders if you’ve woken yet.

You wake up around noon, the sun isn’t shining in your face like it always did. It causes you to look outside and see the snow that had fallen overnight. You marvel at the pure white coat that covered everything. Your eyes land on something small, you squint to see it correctly.

It’s a trail of footprints leading back to the woods.

Baekhyun sneezes, blowing his nose for the hundredth time today. He’s come down with a cold as expected. He’d have to be inhuman to not get sick after sleeping on the frozen ground. He takes his temperature, it reads 99.7. He groans in annoyance. He wants to crawl back into his bed and sleep the day away. But he has things he needs to do. He’s busy today. Should he do them later?

Another knife in my hands

He has a body decaying in his shed that the wolf couldn’t get rid of. What was he supposed to do? He’s never gotten rid of a body before. Let alone killed a man! Baekhyun opted to order the things online. But unfortunately for him, he couldn’t find any sodium hydroxide online that would be safe to order. He sucked it up and threw on his sweats and winter coat, grabbing his keys off the counter.

A stain that never comes off the sheet

Baekhyun waltzed into the store, his hood over his head. He was freezing his ass off. He got the feeling that someone was watching him, so when he turned and saw you staring at him he jumped.

“Ah, you’ve got to stop sneaking up on me.” He says, his voice nasally as ever.

You catch his sick voice and raise an eyebrow at him. “You’ve gotten sick since I last ran into you.”

Clean me off

Baekhyun nods, his nose is pink along with his lips. He looks almost cute, you think. His hairs messily laying on his forehead under his hoodie. You smile up at him, his eyes are scanning around the store as he stands with his hands on his hips.

“We do keep running into each other huh?” He says as if it’s some conversation starter.

“What did you come to buy?” You ask as you draw your hands into your pockets of your fluffy coat.

Baekhyun’s gaze shoots to you, “I’m getting a few bags of sodium hydroxide. Don’t ask any questions.” He mentally kicks himself in the face for his last comment.

I’m so dirty babe

You laugh at him instead of questioning him and he’s grateful or your air-headed moment.

“Going to dispose of some bodies?” You jab him in the side.

Actually, yes.

A/N: Long time no see! It’s been almost 7 ish months since i last posted any fic i’ve written, this fic has been on hold for so long, i fell out of love with kpop for a while i’m just not getting back into it. Anime has completely taken over my life once more, but I want to open up that spot where kpop has always been. Especially for Baekhyun. This story is heavily inspired by MCR and EXO’s Obsession era! I wrote this during that era and it’s obviously been some time now since then but I still hope you can enjoy it! Please forgive me for keeping this piece from you for so long!

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justasparkwritings · 4 years

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The Word of Your Body: Strip {2}

Previous: Unpretty

Pairing: Namjoon X Reader

Genre: Smut / Angst / Slice of Life

Rating: NC17

Word Count: 2.7k

Warnings: Swearing, Body Insecurity, Consensual P-V Sex, Very Light Dom/Sub, Light Body Worship, Light Edging, Self Confidence, Vaginal Fingering

Listening: Strip by Little Mix

Master List

You sat at your vanity, plucking a stray chin hair that your fingers had stuck to like a cactus to dry heat. You set the tweezers down, tossing your hair into a tight bun before grabbing the make-up remover and slowly removing the paint you had placed on your skin. As you began to wash your face, you heard Namjoon enter, making his way through the bathroom to the closet to grab his gym shoes. Through squinted eyes and blurred vision, you made out his basketball shorts hanging dangerously low on his hips, an oversized t-shirt covering his broad shoulders.

“Babe, do you want to go to the gym with me?” He asked, lightly smacking your ass on his way to sit on the edge of your shared bed. He carefully loosened the laces of his gym shoes before tucking them carefully into his gym bag.

“Why did you ask me that?” You questioned, turning the faucet off and delicately pressing a clean towel to your freshly washed skin. You shook your head. He was truly helpless.

“I thought we could bond, work out together,” He said, standing and setting his gym bag just outside your bedroom door.

“I worked out yesterday,” You said, scanning his body through the mirror as you applied your eye cream and azelaic acid to your problem areas.

“Yes, but you could come with me today, too,” He strode to you, slipping his hand under your shirt to rest against your bare skin, his chin lowering to rest on your shoulder.

“Why?” Indignation was your favorite attitude, particularly when it came to teasing Namjoon.

“Working out every day makes you feel –

“No, it makes you feel,” You corrected, finishing applying your double layer of moisturizer. You turned in his arms, only to point a finger into his chest. He smirked down at you, eyes darting to your lips.

“I just thought we could spend some time together at the gym,” He responded, bringing the finger that was in his chest to his lips. He kissed it softly and let you drag it across his bottom lip.

“Oh really?” You asked, taking your finger from his lip to place it between your own. “Or are you trying to tell me you don’t like my body?”

“What? Of course, I,” He was caught off guard by your shift in tone, was this not just flirting?

“What? You want me to work out with you, so do you not like my body? Or do you just tolerate it?” You smirked, the shock on his face feeding into your ego. He wouldn’t make the connection between you washing your face, a sign you were not going to the gym at 7PM, and you blatantly subverting his attempt to get you under him.

“I think you’re beautiful, and sexy, and so strong,” He said, trying to make sense of the game you were spitting.

You called them fighting words. Words meant to rile him up, to start something. Neither of you used them in your average couple squabbles, but when you wanted to dominate, you often cornered him into submission. It was more rewarding to circumvent Namjoon’s expectations than to ask him for what you wanted.

You shoved him back, pushing him out the bathroom and back into the bedroom, where his knees buckled as they hit the side of the bed. It was then that he realized what you were doing.

“Oh, you do? Is that why you want to go to the gym with me? To watch my ass when I do squats? To see my fat jiggle on the elliptical? To ogle me while I’m stretching?”

“I want all of it,” He said.

“Ah, so now you love my body? How softly it envelopes you, how it holds you tight? You love my stretch marks? That place on my knee where the razor never seems to get? The freckles on my neck? You love all of it?”

“I love all of it, I worship it,” He gulped, Adams apple bobbing.

“Oh you do?” You straddled his lap, grinding into his crotch, pleasantly surprised to feel it already hardening. “Prove it.”

He flipped you over in the middle of the bed and held your hands above your head as he rolled his body into yours. He moved one had down your cheek, cupping your face as he lowered his lips to yours. His lips were plump and soft. He’d begun using your Chapstick every night before bed in an attempt to copy how soft your lips were. He’d grown accustomed to it and was pleasantly surprised when he left for tour and you’d given him the rest of the jar to use.

Namjoon used those lips to slowly suckle on your neck, moving towards the collar of your t-shirt.

“Start at the bottom,” You demanded, hands pulling at the hairs on the back of his neck. “And take your shirt off, slowly.”

He knelt at the end of the king-sized bed and removed his shirt in what you could only describe as a strip tease. He rolled his body and flexed his muscles, highlighting the work he had done in the gym.

“Stop showing off.”

He froze and stared down at your clothed body before slowly laying down, hands moving to your hips.

“Pants only,” You stated, squirming at his cool touch on your hips. His hands guided the cotton of your joggers down your legs inch by inch. With every inch exposed, he placed sloppy kisses to your left thigh, his left hand kneading the supple skin. His teeth grazed over your knee, fingers tickling the erogenous zone behind your cap. He continued down your leg and paused at your feet, tickling the underside before slowly lowering his lips over your big toe.

Toes were a kink of Namjoon’s, specifically sucking your toes. He loved mimicking the motions of sucking your clit, swirling his tongue around the tip of your toes, hollowing his cheeks as he did so. You’d never been into toes before, having yours sucked or sucking others. But with Namjoon, it was always a pleasure.

He moved from your left foot to your right, slowly repeating the process in the reverse order, all the way back up your right leg.

“I love your thighs,” He said, massaging them in between kissing and sucking your inner thighs. “I love how they feel wrapped around my head. I love how they hold me to you when I’m fucking you. I love how they quiver and shake and when I do this,” He leaned his body up, pressing his lips to yours while slipping his fingers into your underwear. His index finger stroked up and down your folds, once, twice, three times before dipping into your center. His tongue simultaneously found its way past your lips, tangling aggressively with yours.

You moaned into his mouth while your tongues danced. Open mouthed and violent, you continued to kiss as he slipped two more fingers in. You turned your head to the side, chest heaving. His name slipping in between

“Namjoon, please,”

“Please what?” He asked, a smug smirk on his face. His hand slowed down as he removed two of his fingers. His thumb, which had made its way to your clit, stopped circling as he stared at you, mouth open. “What do you want me to do?”

You snapped your head to him, eyes glowering.

“If you can’t make me cum, move and I will do it myself,” You said. “Or did you forget that you are worshiping my body?” He hadn’t noticed your free hand was gone from his hair until it twisted his nipple, eliciting a gasp and moan. “So if you think you can, take off my panties and prove it.”

Namjoon scrambled down your body again, removing your underwear and tossing it towards the hamper. His tongue licked up your folds before a hand moved to separate your lips. You spread your legs further, giving him better access to your sex. You arched your back as his tongue began to swirl around your clit. He alternated between sucking the bud and gliding his tongue over it in a figure eight, if a figure eight could be done in seconds and send your body to nirvana. Your free hands moved directly to your nipples, which stood at attention waiting for someone to bring them into the action. You pinched and twisted, trying to mimic the feeling Namjoon’s hands did.

You continued to moan his name, whimpering as he slowed down and sped up the minute your breathing seemed regulated. You had zero self-control when you were alone. Your vibrator could send you over the edge two, three times in one session. But it wasn’t the same as feeling Namjoon between you, the tongue he used to spit rhymes and whisper his love for you made his devouring of you even holier. He could edge you for days, months even. Teasing each other before he left for Korea, bringing each other close to the brink before he was gone touring for endless months. The pent-up tension made your reunion sweeter. Even when he edged you in the smallest sense, like tonight, made your release that much greater.

There was no magic number, no pattern to when he would bring you close and pull back. You’d tried to calculate it, tried to keep track how many times before he let you cum. All you’d discovered was Namjoon could be vindictive or repentant, kneeling at your altar and offering a sacrificial lamb or delivering you to Pontius Pilate.

He rode out your high by continuing to draw smaller figures over your clit, pushing you closer and closer towards overstimulation. When your grip had loosened in his hair, he sat back on his haunches and used the hem of his shirt to wipe his face before he pulled it over his head. He licked his lips quickly, humming as he tasted you again. You sat up, breathe returning to normal but heart rate still high, and tossed your shirt off, leaving your breasts bare. Namjoon reached into his shorts to stroke his clothed member while he finished sucking you off his digits.

“Did I say you could touch yourself?” You asked. He froze slowly taking his fingers out of his mouth.

“No,” Blush painted his cheeks.

“So why are you?” You demanded.

“I-

“You will be lucky if I let you cum near me.” You said.

“I’m sorry,”

“Don’t be sorry, fuck me.��

He pulled you onto your knees, lips entangling and hands gripping your ass. He bucked his hips against you, trying to find any sort of friction. He could feel the precum dampening his shorts and prayed you were only joking about letting him cum. He didn’t care if you made him jerk himself off, or allowed him to dry hump until he came in his pants, so long as he could cum.

“I love your breasts,” He mumbled, lightly kissing your neck before drawing his teeth across your collarbone. He moved one hand to twist your nipple, before laying you down and taking it in his mouth. His name spilled from your lips, your hips searching for his as your core tightened.

“I love how they feel in my hands. I love how they bounce when you ride my cock,” He moaned as you continued to grind into one another. He kept his pattern of drawing figure eights over your nipples, his hips still trying to gain traction with yours.

“Baby, please,” He whined, unwilling to cum in his shorts.

“Please what?” You asked, eyes glossed over.

“Please, can I fuck you?” He asked pressing his forehead against yours.

“Only if you come inside me, and you let my thick thighs hold you against me,” You said. He sat up and slid his shorts down, carelessly tossing them in the general direction of your own clothing. He moved to the top of the bed, back against the headboard, and beckoned you to sit in his lap.

“I want to worship you while you ride me, give you the attention you deserve,” He said attaching his lips to yours again. Gripping the headboard on the sides of his broad shoulders, you spread your thighs onto either side of his lap and slowly moved your lips against his dick, coating it with your fluids. “Fuck, I love when we don’t need lube,” He mumbled against your lips, kissing you hard. You had caged him in, mentally and physically, your arms and thighs working to hold his muscular frame into space. The anticipation of your cunt around him, the promise of cuming, and your dominance over him was the only thing keeping him from losing it. And it was beginning to not work.

You slowly lifted your hips, a hand moving from his cheek to his shaft, guiding him to you. As you slowly lowered yourself onto him, your eyes locked onto each other’s, both feeling like nirvana was close as he entered you. The stretch of him and the warmth of your core elicited curses and moans from both of your lips, mixing together into a sloppy kiss, teeth gnashing, tongues seeking each other out. He moaned your name, tightly closing his eyes and giving into your control. You pulsed your hips down onto his cock, moving up and down, an inch at a time.

“Baby,” He moaned, eyes already blissed out.

“Hmmm?” You teased. “You said you loved my body… Do you love how I control you? How my thick thighs hold you into place? Are you getting off on my stretch marks? How my body moves to fit you, big boy? How my workouts have given me the strength to take all of you, however I want?”

He knew your hundreds of Barre classes could be used against him, all the squats, strengthening your quads and back body. But you hadn’t ever used them like this, mimicking movements from class as you moved up and down him, slowly building his orgasm.

“I love all of you, every stretch mark, every roll, every part of you, fuck, you feel so good.” He was barely holding on. You had stroked his ego in just the right place and it caused him to start to buck his hips into you.

His eyes snapped open as you began to move more quickly, taking more than an inch of him at a time. His hands instinctively went to your ass, where he squeezed and spanked it, turning both cheeks red. He moved his lips from your collarbone to your nipples, sucking and teasing them.

“Namjoon, I need you,” You said, head lolling back as you felt your orgasm nearing. You needed more from him, more stimulation, a harder touch. He moved his mouth from your chest to your lips, and slipped a hand between your body’s, finding your clit instantly. He rubbed harsh circles as he felt you clench and tighten around him, calling out his name repeatedly, escalating in pitch and frequency as your orgasm reached its peak. You felt him twitch underneath you, moaning into your mouth as his orgasm came, overwhelming any sense he had left. He called your name as his thrusts up became sloppy and uneven. You rolled your hips a few more times, ensuring every drop of cum had made its way into your body, before rolling off of him and onto your back. He stayed seated, head against the headboard, chest rising and falling quickly as he tried to regulate his breath.

“I love your body,” He said, glancing down at you. You moved your arm off of your face and stared up at him.

“Thick thighs save lives,” You responded, smiling broadly at him.

“Don’t you for a second think that using fighting words about your body is ever going to work again.” He said, sliding down the bed and pulling you to his chest.

“Never say never, direct quote, Justin Bieber,” You said, still smiling. The blush and embarrassment of using your insecurities to wield power in the bedroom wasn’t something you did, ever. You felt instantly embarrassed that he’d recognized it.

“I’m serious,” His smile faded, his voice low.

“I know, Joon,” You nodded, closing your eyes as he leaned down to kiss your forehead. All was forgiven.

“Good, because I do love your body, so much. I can’t wait for the day when I get to watch you swell and grow because you’re carrying our baby,” Namjoon whispered, hand on your cheek. The sincerity in his eyes said enough: he loved your body at every size, every shape, for what it could do, and for what it already did.

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chuffyfan87 · 4 years

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Growing Pains. Part 4a

Cowritten with @disastrousintention. Trigger warning for discussion of eating disorders. Content warning for illegal drug use.

-x-

Louis shoved his school tie into his bag as he slipped out the side gate. He'd gotten his morning registration mark so no-one would know that he was bunking off to meet the lads from the party up at the rec.

"Didn't think you were coming." One of the lads said as Louis finally made himself known.

"I had to go to registration or they'll call my dad." Louis grumbled.

"That's shit." John replied.

"Yeh. Can't wait to be done with that shitty place in the summer." Louis sighed, sitting down on the swing.

"What you planning on doing then?"

"Fuck knows." Louis shrugged.

"You got some money with you like I said to?" Tony asked Louis.

"Got a tenner. All I could get."

"You ain't gunna get much with that." Tony rolled his eyes.

"Can't you go in your mum's handbag for some money?" John suggested.

"She ain't my mum." Louis muttered. "Its all I could get, alright!" He added sharply.

"Alright chill." John replied.

An older guy in his twenties who Louis hadn't seen before entered the rec and began to make his way over to the lads.

Louis watched him, “Who’s that?” He asked.

"His name's Dave, that's all I know." John explained. He pulled some money from his pocket and handed it to Dave without a word, receiving a small package in return.

Louis watched as Tony did the same thing before Dave turned towards him.

“This is all I’ve got.” Louis gave him the £10.

Dave took the money and contemplated Louis for a moment. "You're new round here aren't you? Tell you what kid, I'll do you a special deal - call it a welcome gift." He handed Louis a package just like he'd given the other two lads.

"Cheers mate." Louis replied with more confidence than he felt inside.

"Just make sure you've got a bit more cash next time yeh?"

"Yeah I will." Louis fiddled with the package. He was still in two minds...

Dave handed him a piece of paper. "My number should you need it." He explained.

Louis took the number and put it in his pocket.

"I'll see you lads around." Dave told the three of them before wandering off.

"Fucking hell! Dave's not normally that generous!" Tony gasped as he rolled himself a joint.

Louis wasn't sure about this but soon found himself joining the lads and rolling himself a joint too. As soon as he took a couple of drags on it he found himself quickly relaxing. All his thoughts disappeared. All the anger and confusion.

"See? I said you'd chill." John mumbled.

"Not right though, is it?" Louis mumbled back.

"Who gives a fuck about that?" Tony shrugged, giggling slightly.

Louis sighed, taking another drag of the joint.

"You scared of getting into trouble?" Tony teased.

“No! Fuck off.”

"Coz only babies are scared of getting in trouble." Tony taunted.

“I said fuck off! I’m not scared!”

"Just leave him alone." John interjected. "You're killing my buzz by arguing." He complained.

A silence descended over all three lads as the morning passed them by. Louis was half asleep staring at the clouds when his phone rang. He didn’t answer it, he was too chilled.

The phone rang two more times. On the third time it rang, Louis finally answered.

"Louis! At last!" Emily grumbled.

“What’s wrong? You alright sis?”

"You've got my lunch." She sighed.

“Shit? Have I?”

"Yeh, I can't eat yours." She grumbled. "Where are you? I'll come meet you to swap boxes."

“Erm... Bit busy Em.”

"But I'm starving and I haven't got any money to get something else. I'll come to you, I don't mind."

“I’m skiving.” He admitted, “Please don’t tell your mum.”

"Fuck sake Louis!" She harrumphed. "Where? I need to eat!"

“Down the rec.”

"I'm coming over."

“Love ya sis.”

"Louis? You ok? You sound... Weird..."

“Yeah fine.”

She wasn't convinced but hung up the phone and headed to the rec.

Louis dropped his phone onto the grass and lay watching the clouds.

Tony noticed Emily arriving at the rec. "Who's that?" He asked, perking up.

“My sister! She’s thirteen. Keep your eyes to yourself.”

"Don't be such a drag." Tony retorted. "Well hello sweetheart." He smiled at Emily.

Emily smiled at her brother, ignoring Tony. “Hi. Louis, swap lunches with me.”

Louis fumbled with his bag before handing over his sister's lunch to her.

“Ta.” She wrinkled her nose. “Weed?”

"No..." Louis lied.

“Bollocks.” She replied.

"Shouldn't you be getting back to school like a goody two shoes?!" Louis mocked.

“Shut up!” She turned to leave, “Don’t worry! I don’t plan on telling our parents about your little skiving session today.”

"Good!" Louis replied, his fingers twitching in his pocket where the weed was.

Emily shook her head and walked away, going back to school. She was worried about him.

The rest of the day passed as normal until it was approaching tea time. Though it was almost two hours since school had finished Louis hadn't arrived back home yet.

Emily was more quiet than usual. She was sat on the floor of her bedroom.

Jake hesitated in Emily's bedroom doorway, he was concerned that Louis going AWOL and Emily's nervousness were connected in some way.

She sighed deeply and pulled out her diary. “Will you stop staring at me?” She didn’t look up, feeling Jake's eyes on her.

"Do you know where Louis is?" Jake asked softly.

“No.” She replied. “Will mum be home soon?”

"I think she finishes at 7pm."

Emily sighed and nodded. She shoved her diary into her bag and stood up. “I’m going out.”

"I'm coming with you." Jake insisted.

“No. I’m going to the hospital. Please Jake! I wanna be on my own!”

"I can't let you go on your own!"

“Why?” She rolled her eyes, “I’m nearly fourteen!”

"Yeh and if mum and dad find out I let you just go out on your own they'll string me up! Plus gran will never agree to it."

She groaned. “Fine, I’ll stay here then.”

"He'll turn up." Jake attempted to reassure her.

“Who? Louis?”

"Yeh. He..." Jake's words were cut off by the sound of the front door opening and closing.

“I think that’s him.”

"Did something happen today? Is that why you're upset?"

“No.”

"Fine." Jake sighed. "You are as stubborn as mum sometimes!"

“I’m not!” She protested.

"You really are." Jake chuckled.

Emily rolled her eyes. “Whatever bro.” She grinned.

"Urgh, I'm not sure I can bare living with two of mum!" Jake laughed as he headed back downstairs.

Emily giggled softly. The amount of times she’d been told she was exactly like her mother was a lot.

Jake arrived downstairs to find Louis in the hallway. "Where you been?"

“Out with a few friends.” Louis replied with a shrug.

"You're lucky that we were able to cover for you with gran."

“Thanks.”

"Do you have any ideas why Emmy is upset?"

Louis shook his head. “No. She ok?”

"She seems worried about something but won't say what."

“Ah ok. Maybe she’ll talk later? Or maybe it’s nothing?”

"She seemed to want to go out but I said she couldn't on her own." Jake shrugged.

“Maybe she’ll talk when she comes down?”

"She seemed to want mum so maybe when she gets home from work she'll cheer up."

“Hope so.” Louis smiled.

When Duffy finally arrived home she was exhausted and stressed, it had been a hell of a shift!

Emily hadn’t come out of her room and she’d refused to eat when Kate had served up food for the younger children.

"Everything been OK mum?" Duffy asked, barely containing her yawns.

“It’s been ok. Emily’s not come out of her room though and she refused to eat dinner.” Kate replied back with a sigh.

"That's not like her, maybe she's getting sick." Duffy replied before heading upstairs to see her eldest daughter.

Emily lay on her bed, hugging her teddy tightly. She often retreated into herself when she had things on her mind.

"Hey princess, you feeling OK?" Duffy asked softly as she reached Emily's bedroom.

“Uh huh.”

"Gran said you didn't eat your tea." Duffy explained, sitting down on the bed next to the teenager.

“I’m not hungry.”

"But you need to eat." Duffy sighed, feeling somewhat hypocritical.

“I’m not hungry.” Emily stated again and sighed. She held the teddy tighter to her chest.

"OK. Did you at least eat your lunch?"

“A little bit. I was sick.” Emily admitted.

"Oh princess! Why didn't you say? Looks like you and me are staying home tomorrow."

“No I wasn’t sick because I’ve got a bug...” Emily sighed.

"Is something worrying you? You can tell me."

“No.” Emily lied and turned away a little. “I’m fine.”

"Can I have a cuddle? I've had a rubbish day." Duffy admitted, hoping that Emily might open up.

Emily crawled into her mum’s lap and cuddled her tightly. There was a silence for a while, “There’s someone I know that... I think might be in trouble....” She whispered.

#chuffy #charlie and duffy #charlie fairhead #lisa duffin

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madpanda75 · 5 years

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“As Long As You Love Me” Part One

A song fic hosted by @thefanficfaerie for her Backstreets Back Challenge. I chose “As Long As You Love Me” and now that song is forever in my head. Two will be posted tomorrow. A HUGE shoutout to @sass-and-suspenders for being my support while I wrote this angsty novella and for giving me the brilliant idea in the first place! 😘

Warning: Long fic (4000ish words)

Story takes place during “Undiscovered Country.” Yes, THAT episode...you know the one

Rafael sat in the back of the classroom, biting back a smirk as he watched you deliver your closing argument for a mock trial, wiping the floor with the prosecution team. As a favor to a friend, he was guest lecturing for a semester at Columbia University.

“Mr. Barba, the evidence presented by the prosecution is weak and circumstantial at best. Mr. Haines had done odd jobs and worked as a gardener for Mrs. Ellis which explains why his muddy footprints, and his blood from an injury sustained on the job were found at the crime scene. Furthermore, the coroner’s report stated that time of death was between 5pm and 7pm on the evening of May 20th. My client was four hours away at a family reunion in Boston and it was confirmed by multiple people that he was present the entire time. Does the prosecution really expect us to believe that Mr. Haines drove four hours back to Mrs. Ellis’ home, in rush hour traffic no less, murdered her in cold blood, buried her body, hid the weapon, cleaned himself up, then drove four hours back to Boston in time for s’mores around the campfire with his cousins?”

Even though he knew you already won, Rafael sat quietly, pursing his lips as he pretended to deliberate over your argument. After a moment he walked to the front of the class, a smile slowly spread across his face, “Congratulations, Ms. Y/L/N. I believe you just won your case.”

You beamed, bouncing up and down on the balls of your feet before looking over at the prosecution team, who were less than enthused. “Sorry,” you mumbled. “It was a good try.”

After your victory, Rafael dismissed everyone. It was the last day of class and students couldn’t get out fast enough, excited to celebrate after a long hard semester. You took your time, packing up your things, hoping to get a chance to speak with your guest professor.

Rafael was confident and sexy. You had never known anyone to discuss torts and mens rea with as much passion and fire as he did. He was mesmerizing, drawing you in like a moth to a flame.

Once the classroom was empty, you walked up to him, unable to conceal the blush forming on your cheeks. “Thanks for a great class, Mr. Barba. I really learned a lot under you.” You closed your eyes, shaking your head upon realizing your innuendo. “I mean not under you...but…ummm you were hard and I liked that. Well...not hard that way...not in the sense that I thought you had an erection...but..ummm..” You rambled on, digging yourself into a bigger hole, your pink tinged cheeks turning beet red. “And you want to be a lawyer? You can barely form a sentence,” you thought to yourself.

Rafael laughed, you had caught his eye since the first day of class. You were brilliant with razor sharp focus and not to mention beautiful. No other woman had ever made his heart skip a beat the way you did, not even Yelina. “I know what you meant, Ms. Y/L/N. Congratulations on winning your case today. Ever think about becoming a prosecutor?”

“I thought about it, but I really want to pursue human rights. Working with NGOs or non-profits.”

“An admirable career,” he smiled at you, clenching his fist to keep from tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “Whatever you pursue, I know you’ll be an amazing lawyer.”

“Thanks,” you softly said. Letting out a deep breath, you decided to be bold. “So even though I’m going into an entirely different field of the law. I’d love to know what the day to day life of being a lawyer is really like. Maybe if you’re free we could grab coffee or something and I can pick your brain.”

He quirked an eyebrow at you, a smirk firmly planted on his face, “Are you asking me out, Ms. Y/L/N?”

You bit your lip, your heart pounding in your chest, “Can I plead the fifth?”

He subtly looked you over before glancing down at his watch, “As of 5 minutes ago, I’m no longer your teacher so how about instead of coffee, we grab dinner?”

You shyly smiled, looking up at him from beneath your lashes, “I’m free now, if you are?”

“Well then let’s go,” he said, grabbing his briefcase and jacket, leading you out of the classroom.

***

You paced the living room floor, worrying your bottom lip as you dialed Rafael’s number. The sounds of the city that never sleeps could be heard from outside your apartment, but all you wanted to hear in that moment was your boyfriend’s voice on the other line. Instead you got his voicemail. You sighed in frustration, waiting for the obligatory beep to leave a message.

“Hey, mi amor, can you call me back when you get this. You were supposed to be home from the hospital 2 hours ago. I’m not trying to be a nag, I’m just worried about you.”

Hanging up the phone, you plopped down on the couch. Something was wrong. You could feel it deep in the pit of your stomach. Over the past few months, Rafael had been struggling with his cases, often coming home late at night with the weight of the world bearing down on his shoulders.

This recent case in particular hit the ADA hard. You remember him reluctantly telling you about the mother and father standing on opposite sides of the fence, each believing they knew the right choice to make for their dying child.

You knew Rafael was torn over prosecuting the case. It brought back memories of when he was in a similar situation, ultimately deciding not to end his own father’s suffering when he was put on life support. You felt helpless, watching the man you love being eaten away at by his job, tormented by the decisions he had to make. If he even could make those decisions sans bias sans judgement.

Lady Justice may be blind, but looking at that dying beautiful baby boy and his heartbroken parents, Rafael wanted nothing more than to rip the blindfold off. But as Jack McCoy said, they were not in the compassion business.

You were about to call him again when the sound of the apartment door opening stole your attention away from the phone. “Raf? Is that you?” You leapt off the couch and ran to the foyer. “Are you ok? I’ve been calling non-stop. Why didn’t you pick up your--”

You stopped dead in your tracks when you saw your boyfriend. His appearance shook you to the core. A mixture of sadness and fear etched in his face. His eyes slightly wild and glossy with tears. A shroud of darkness looming over him.

“Raf, what’s wrong?” You softly asked.

Rafael stared at the ground, studying the hardwood floor, shaking his head. “I did it,” he whispered.

“Did what?” Your mouth went dry as you took a cautious step towards him, like you would approach a wounded frightened animal. “Mi amor, what did you do?”

“I turned off the machine. I...ended his…suffering. I had to do it. I had --” he looked up at you, his eyes vacant for a second before a look of shock slowly spread across his face. “Dear God, what have I done? What have I done? What have I done?” In an instant, Rafael collapsed to his knees, his body wracked by sobs.

You ran to him, holding him close as he cried, clutching fistfuls of your shirt in his hands. Rafael, the man who was a lion in the courtroom, fierce and commanding, was falling apart in your arms. You rocked him back and forth like a child, running your hand through his hair, trying to soothe him as best you could.

Eventually, you both made it to the bedroom. Rafael laid his head on your chest, telling you everything that had happened. About how the judge needed to appoint a guardian ad litem, the prolonged pain Drew experienced every day of his life, the agony his mother felt, how he told her to leave the room, Bach’s cantatas, the orange roses, the peace after so much suffering, the silence afterwards.

Rafael was sensible, pragmatic, he knew what the law and the potential repercussions of his actions. You didn’t necessarily agree with what he did, but you understood why he did it. Tears ran down your cheeks as you listened, holding him even tighter, whispering that everything was going to be ok over and over again. It was the only thing you could do as the two of you cried together in the dark.

***

The next morning you slipped out of bed, not wanting to disturb Rafael. After a long and restless night, he had finally managed to fall asleep. Sipping on your coffee, you sat at the breakfast bar while typing an email when he came into the kitchen.

“Hi,” you softly smiled at him. “How are you feeling?”

He didn’t respond, choosing instead to pour himself a cup of coffee. You watched as he sipped from his Harvard Law mug while flipping through the New York Times. It was unsettling, the way he was acting as if nothing happened the night before.

“I told my boss I would be out today,” you said. “I thought we could talk, spend the day together. Maybe figure out what the next steps are.”

Rafael set the paper down, moving to rinse out his mug in the sink. “I can’t. I have a meeting at the D.A.’s office and then I’m going to meet that lawyer, Dworkin. He defended Byron Marks, the rapist Fin tracked down in Cuba. He’s repugnant, but I think he’ll be a good lawyer to represent me if they plan to indict.”

You stared at him, your mouth agape, hearing him talk about picking a defense attorney to represent him as casually as if he were debating whether to wear his polka dotted suspenders or striped ones. “Can I at least come with you? We can talk to Dworkin together.”

He shook his head, giving you a chaste peck on the cheek. “Thanks for the offer, but I should go on my own.” He walked down the hallway, calling over his shoulder, “I won’t be late.”

You sat there for a minute before walking into the bedroom, Rafael was already in the shower. You bit your lip, your hand hovering over the doorknob to the bathroom, wanting nothing more than to burst right in and demand he talk to you. With a sigh, you dropped your hand and walked to the closet to get dressed, unable to muster the courage. “Maybe he needs some time to process everything?” You thought as you picked out an outfit. “He’ll be fine. We’ll get through this together.”

***

It had been a rough month. Rafael had been placed on administrative leave by the D.A.’s office until the trial. If he wasn’t wandering around the apartment aimlessly, he would be out working with Dworkin on his case or meeting with Olivia, always keeping you at arm’s length. He had completely shut you out. Apart from the polite exchange of pleasantries and small talk, he would say nothing more to you about how he was feeling. Now with the trial only a week away, the tension was palpable, hanging heavy in the air.

Hoping to relieve some of that tension, you thought a night out would help your boyfriend let loose and forget about his troubles. Tonight the law firm you worked at was hosting its annual charity dinner. You and Rafael always attended, drinking and socializing. You were considered the “It” couple, the sharp tongued, handsome ADA and the gorgeous human rights lawyer.

Rafael aimlessly flipped through channels, waiting for you to get dressed. “Y/N, are you almost ready? We’re going to be late.”

“I’ll be right there,” you shouted from the bedroom.

He sighed and turned off the TV, hearing a rustling of paper beside him. Looking down, he spied a newspaper stuck between two couch cushions. He grabbed the paper only to see a picture of him standing on the courthouse steps surrounded by reporters, his face grim and solemn. Above the picture was a title that read, “ADA Murder Trial in One Week.” Rafael audibly swallowed as he skimmed the article. He took a deep breath, trying to calm his nerves and keep his hands from shaking even more than they already were.

You came upon the scene and froze, silently cursing yourself for not throwing away that damn newspaper. Nervously shifting from foot to foot, you cleared your throat to get his attention, “I’m ready.”

He looked back and gave you a tight smile, getting up to grab his coat. You gripped his arm, pulling him back to you. “Ya know, we don’t have to go tonight,” you said, adjusting his bow tie. “We could just cancel. Stay in, relax, get naked,” you purred, kissing his jaw. Although sex was the furthest thing from your mind, at least it would be some sort of connection with Rafael.

“No, it’s ok. We should go,” he turned towards the door, leaving you no choice but to follow him.

***

You sipped on your wine, making small talk with Gary, your paralegal, catching Rafael’s eye from across the room as he sat at your table, drinking his scotch. Throughout the evening, he tried to avoid talking or being around as many people as possible, afraid that someone would bring up the trial.

As the band began to play soft music, you were finally able to tear yourself away from Gary and make your way back to your boyfriend. “So tell me, what’s a girl gotta do to steal a dance with the sexiest man in the room?”

Rafael chuckled, tipping his glass, watching the amber liquid tilt and catch the light of the candles on the table. “Not sure. Why don’t you ask him?”

“Please, baby. Dance with me,” you pouted your lips, looking at him with big doe eyes as you batted your lashes.

For the first time in weeks, he smiled a real smile at you, his eyes happy and light. A warmth spread through your body when he smiled at you like that, shooting straight through your heart. “Sure,” he offered his hand to you. He couldn’t say no to you if he tried. Once on the dance floor, he gripped your waist, holding you close, your bodies swaying to the music.

You looked into his hypnotic green eyes, running your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, “Thanks for coming with me tonight. I couldn’t be here without you by my side,”

“Always, cariño,” he softly said. You blushed, the room fading away, leaving only you and him. No trial, no pain, no fear, just two people who loved each other.

“Y/N!” Gary called out to you. You softly groaned, unhappy that your perfect moment was interrupted.

Your paralegal walked over to you and Rafael, “Y/N, they need all the partners for pictures right now.”

“Ok, I’ll be right there,” you replied before looking at Rafael, “I’ll be one minute.”

“Take your time,” he said.

As Gary pulled you off the dance floor, you looked back at your boyfriend playfully rolling your eyes. He smiled and went back to the table, watching as the photographer snapped pictures of you and the older partners along with various members of charity organizations. You were the youngest member of your law firm to be made partner. He was so proud of your accomplishments. From the moment he met you, Rafael knew you were destined for great things.

“Hey! I know you!” said a voice by the bar. Rafael turned his head and saw one of your co-workers drunk, stumbling towards him. “You’re the guy who killed that baby!” The man slapped him on the back, “Damn! Let me get you a drink. Gotta live it up now. You may be put away for murder in a few weeks,” he laughed, finishing the last of his drink.

The ADA stiffened, nervously glancing around to make sure no one else was paying attention. “Excuse me, I have to go,” he abruptly got up from his chair, tugging at his bowtie which seemed to be too tight. He left the room in need of fresh air, looking back at you one last time before leaving.

***

The ride home was silent. After the pictures were taken and you had finally found Rafael, he asked if you could leave, practically pushing you out the door, not answering any of your questions. When you got back, he walked into the apartment, making a beeline for the scotch.

You gritted your teeth. Like pot that had been ignored and bubbled over, you had reached your boiling point. “Alright, enough!” You stomped over to him, snatching the scotch from his hand and downing it in one big swig. Rafael stared at you, completely stunned. You slammed the empty glass down, “I can’t stand this silence anymore, it’s driving me crazy. You’ve been walking around here like a zombie for weeks.” You pinched the bridge of your nose before reaching out and placing his hands in yours, “Rafi, por favor, mi amor. Talk to me, please.”

“Why are you still here?” He mumbled, stepping away from you.

“What?”

“I said, why are you still here,” he repeated a little louder.

“What do you mean, why am I here?! This is my home, Rafael. You are my home,” you placed your hand over his chest where his heart laid, beating against your palm.

He pushed your hand away, “Well I’ve got news for you, your home is broken. I can’t be your home anymore.”

You vehemently shook your head, cupping his face in your hands, “You are not broken. I know you don’t mean that. I love you. We love each other.”

He scoffed, “You love me? Are you going to love me when I go to jail and you have to visit me through 6 inches of plate glass,” he laughed but there was no humor behind it.

His words stung as if he doubted your love for him. As if he thought that you would abandon him during one of the hardest moments of his life. “Rafi...I--”

“Have you seen the papers!?” He interjected. “I’m a murderer, a monster. I know what they think when they see us. Here’s Y/N, youngest partner at her law firm and oh there’s her boyfriend, he went to trial for murdering a baby.”

“Is this about tonight? Did something happen?”

“It’s not just tonight!” He exclaimed causing you to flinch. “It’s every day! This trial, my actions, they will always be over your head. Is that how you want to live your life?”

“I don’t care about that! None of that matters to me! All that matters is you and me. You are NOT the man they say you are!” You shouted before winding your arms around him, although he didn’t hug you back. He stood there like a statue, knowing if he were to return your embrace, he would breakdown in your arms. You inhaled deeply, smelling his cologne mixed that familiar scent that was Rafael, your tears wetting his dress shirt. “I know you, not them and I’m telling you that I don’t care what happens or what you did. I will love you and be there for you no matter what.”

Unwrapping his arms from around you, he grabbed your hand, leading you to the door. “Get out,” he softly said.

You raised your eyebrows in surprise, “Excuse me?”

“You heard me. Get out,” he growled. “I’m not going to stand here and watch you ruin your life.” There was a silent stare down between you both, waiting for the other person to make the next move. “Get out!” He barked.

“No. I’m not going to do that, Rafael,” you whispered. “You need me, we need each other, that’s the only way we will survive this.”

“Get out,” he said in a dangerously low tone. You stood there, rooted to the spot, refusing to leave. “Fine, if you won’t leave, then I will,” he turned and left, slamming the door behind him so hard the walls vibrated.

***

Letting out a shaky breath you didn’t realize you had been holding in, you silently made your way back to the couch. You curled up in a ball and wept, waiting for Rafael to come home, waiting for him to come back to you.

You cried for hours after he left, eventually falling asleep on the couch. Only to be woken up by the loud ADA clumsily stumbling into your home. “Raf,” you croaked out, sitting up to turn on a lamp.

Rafael came into the room, a big cheesy smile planted on his face, his bowtie undone, hair askew. “There she is! The woman that just doesn’t quit. All my other failed relationships, they all left, but not you, because you are stubborn,” he pointed to you and giggled. “Almost as stubborn as me...almost.”

He tripped over his own feet, trying to get closer to you, nearly falling over on the coffee table in the process. “Have you been drinking?” You asked.

“Now I see why they give you the big bucks. You don’t miss a trick,” he said with a wink, his body swaying from side to side, the man was snarky even while intoxicated.

You got up and went over to him, gently trying to lead him to the bedroom. Although herding cats seemed like a much easier mission than putting a drunk Rafael to bed. “Come on, mi amor,” you took his hands and led him down the hall. “Let’s go to bed.”

He leaned over, placing his body weight, on you, pinning you up against the wall as he sloppily kissed down your neck, the sharp ethanol smell of whiskey on his breath stinging your nostrils, “Mmmm if I go to jail, maybe they’ll let us have conjugal visits. What do you think?” He slurred against the hollow of your throat. “Think the boss will let you off work early to fuck me in one of those teeny tiny trailers.”

He pulled back, his eyes going wide, “Ooo will you smuggle contraband in for me like good coffee and a law book that has a toothbrush turned into a shiv hidden in the pages.”

“Shhh, we’ll talk about that later,” you replied. Finally you both made it the bedroom. By the time you had stripped him of his clothes, you felt like you had just run a marathon. “I need to work out more,” you mumbled, wiping the sweat off your brow.

After placing a glass of water and two ibuprofen by his side of the bed, you laid down, Rafael immediately curling up against you.

“Y/N,” he choked out. “I’m scared.”

You rubbed soothing circles into his back. “I know. I’m scared too, but we’ll get through this together,” you whispered. “Just rest, baby.”

The next morning, you reached a hand out, still half asleep, expecting to find the warmth of your boyfriend’s body next to you. Instead you were greeted by cold rumpled sheets.

“Rafael?” You sleepily mumbled, sniffing the air in search of the coffee he usually made, only to find nothing. Getting out of bed, you padded down the hall, the apartment was still dark and eerily calm. Then you saw it, a slip of paper next to a framed picture of you and him smiling and laughing at happier times. As you read the short note, you could feel your heart drop down to your stomach.

I’m so sorry, mi amor. I’m doing this for your own good. You deserve someone better than me. I’ve already destroyed my life, my career. I can’t stand the thought of taking you down with me. I love you. -Raf

The letter slipped from your fingers, wafting down to land at your feet. You immediately grabbed your phone, calling Rafael’s number only to hear his voicemail on the other line.

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driversmutbucket · 5 years

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Second Chances.

Part 1

Adam Sackler x Reader

Warnings: cursing

Author note: I’ve been wanting to whittle away at this for a while. I think I will slow burn this in between smutty filth. I wrote this as occurring post season 6. Basically I just want to give baby boi a happy ending. K bye.

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“Mom! I can’t find my shoes!”

You groaned, swearing under your breath.

“Have you looked properly? Under your bed?”

“Oh! found them!”

You shoveled cereal into your mouth, knowing full well it was going to be the last thing you ate for hours.

“Mom, we need to go I don’t want to be late”, Celia stood in the kitchen doorway, arms crossed. The school bag on her back looked almost as big as her.

“Alright, keep your hair on”, you sighed as your threw things into your purse before following Celia out the front door.

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You breathed a sigh of relief as you watched Celia dash through the front doors of the school.

You looked forward to the post drop-off coffee at the cafe nearby and even going to work.

The theatre was busy, people milled everywhere as you walked through the main doors, the excitement and nervous energy was palpable. Today was the day everyone was finally meeting, thus far, each department had only met separately to become acquainted while casting was wrapping up.

Heading backstage you waved and greeted a few of the crew members you had come to know. You could already hear the laughter and general chatter from behind the doors of the makeup, hair and costume department.

Smiling you pushed through the swing doors, greeted with a loud “Hey Boss lady!” From your colleague Clinton.

“Hey! Good morning” you smiled as you approached the designated makeup/hair area.

“I took the liberty of grabbing you a coffee, creamer and sweetener right?” Clinton motion to the cup at your station.

“I know we haven’t known each other long, but I love and adore you” you grinned.

After some initial gossip and chat you got down to figuring out a plan of attack for the day together. Today was the beginning of trialing makeup and hair on the cast.

A head of department meeting and a hurried lunch break later it was early afternoon. The assistant director poked her head in the door,

“Y/n? I’m going to send you Adam in about 10 minutes” she called across the room.

Giving the thumbs up, you turned to the cast list, scanning for an Adam.

Fiyero......................Adam Sackler

“Oh he plays the love interest” you said excitedly as you started flicking through the folder you had compiled of reference material.

“I have honestly never worked with anyone who is this nerdy” Clinton mused, “but goddam it’s helpful”.

“Thanks? So anyway, I’m thinking for the hair per-” you stopped, noticing Clinton grinning like an idiot at someone behind you.

“Hi uhhh, y/n?”

You turned and looked up at a towering, built man, I mean, you weren’t exactly short yourself but he dwarfed you.

“Adam?” You smiled warmly, he nodded.

“Come have a seat” you said patting the client chair.

As he sat down, you could see Clinton trying to mouth words to you, but you ignored him. You knew enough about Clinton to know it was probably something very unprofessional.

“I’m going to have to lower the seat if I’m to have any hope of looking at your hair” you grinned as you stepped on the pedal at the base of the chair so he came down to eye level with you.

Finally looking at Clinton, who was staring at Adam like he was a slice of cake, you broke his trance. “Hey Clinton, wanna heat up some of the hair tools and we will mess around a bit, see what’s possible?” His head snapped up to look at you before he mouthed “holy fuck”.

Turning back to Adam, you ruffled and ran your fingers through his hair, “you have great hair Adam” you gushed. It was long and thick, just grazing his shoulders. You could feel him studying your face.

“So I’m thinking, Fiyero, he is kind of living behind this facade. So perhaps we should try a kind of super polished, Prince Charming vibe to begin....”, you trailed off, staring at Adam, lost in thought.

“Oh shit, you’ve actually read the script!” He seemed excited.

For the next 10 minutes you became engrossed in character discourse.

“Uhhh y/n.....” Clinton interrupted, handing you a straightener.

“Oh fuck, sorry!” You laughed “I get carried away talking about this sort of thing”.

Clinton snorted, “I’ll say it again, biggest nerd....”

You swatted at him.

The next half an hour you spent styling Adam’s hair into various look, and photographing each one.

“Ok, great I think that wraps up hair” you said as you smoothed some flyaways.

Placing your hand on Adam’s arm you smiled sympathetically “Thanks for being so patient Adam, I’m a bit of a perfectionist”.

He grinned, “Oh honestly it’s no problem, I get it, I can turn into a bit of a lunatic when I’m learning lines.”

“Could you grab the ring light Clinton? Let’s start some makeup.”

You took a moment to study Adam’s face, his features were strong, some would say, handsome.

“You have lovely skin and features for makeup” you mused.

“I must add that to my resume” he chuckled.

“Honestly, some people’s features can get completely lost under heavy stage make up, and then you have to do all this extra work to redefine...” you waved your hand, “I’m getting off track again”.

You got into your zone, testing makeup. It didn’t stop you admiring the little beauty marks on his face, or his plump lips. He watched you work, intently. Especially when you gave Clinton pointers on application. It was a little weird, but you didn’t mind. You caught his eye, smiling from time to time. He asked the odd question about your brushes or a specific technique, seeming genuinely interested. He was different to most actors you dealt with. Quirky, but in an endearing way.

By the time you had finished with Adam, it was late afternoon. You gently wiped the heavy makeup off his face,

“Thanks Adam” you beamed, “I’m really happy with what we achieved”.

“Hey, did you hear a bunch of us are grabbing dinner later, are you coming?”

“Oh yeah, I am, see you then?”

He grinned “See you then”.

After he had left, you checked your phone, seeing a message from Celia’s stepmom saying she had picked her up from school as planned, for the weekend. You fired off quick reply, hoping to go grab a coffee before the next actor turned up.

As you cleaned your brushes Clinton cleared his throat, “so...Adam is a delicious beast of a man” he said coyly.

“Oh Jesus Christ” you snorted “but yes, he is a good looking guy”.

“I would climb him like a fucking tree” Clinton sighed “my god, his buttons looked like they were going to pop off his shirt, he is so big.”

“Note to self, make sure Clinton is not assigned to Adam, ever” you joked.

——

When the day was finally wrapped up it was after 7pm. Feeling absolutely drained you considered ditching the dinner with your colleagues. However, the prospect of getting to chat with Adam was more than appealing.

Arriving at the restaurant you could hear the group before you saw them.

“Y/N get that fine ass over here!!” Someone yelled.

You rolled your eyes, but grinned and made your way over to the table. Seeing Adam you gave him a little wave.

“Hey, I saved you a spot” he yelled over the music and chatter, patting the space on the bench beside him.

“Thanks!” You smiled, squeezing in next to him.

A waitress came over and asked for drink orders.

“House red please.”

The waitress joted it down and looked expectantly at Adam, “soda water please”.

“Not drinking tonight?” You asked, having to lean close to his ear so he could hear you.

“Not drinking ever” he shrugged.

“Oh, good on you” you smiled, placing a hand on his lower arm reassuringly.

Before he could reply, the assistant director tapped her glass with her knife.

“Oi! Shut up, I want to make a toast” she yelled standing up.

“Lets cheers to the beginning of an amazing run. I’m gonna call it early, best cast and crew ever!”

Cheers and whoops erupted from the 30 odd people crammed around the big table as everyone clinked their glasses.

As the dinner progressed, it became more and more impossible to have a conversation as the establishment became rowdier.

Giving up on talking completely Adam motioned at the door. Nodding you stood up and he followed you to the door.

“That was fucking ridiculous” he breathed as the door shut behind him.

“Jesus Christ I’ve been in quieter nightclubs” you laughed, “want to grab a coffee or something?”

“Love to” he grinned.

———

Finding a 24/7 diner down the block you went in and picked a booth in a dim, quiet corner.

You hummed happily as your wrapped your hands around a steaming mug of coffee. Taking a sip you closed your mouth eyes blissfully.

You could feel Adam’s eyes on you and you looked up to meet them, smiling.

“Sorry I was just having a moment with my true love, coffee.”

He snorted a laugh, you noticed the way his eyes crinkled, they were warm, kind eyes.

“No husband or whoever then?” He asked, raising an eyebrow.

“Oh no, not anymore, I mean, no, nobody.”

You could have sworn you saw relief flutter across his face.

“You?”

“No, nobody” he said softly.

“Well aren’t we a pair” you murmured, smiling gently.

After a beat of silence you sighed, “Sorry i’m expectionally shit at small talk, which is ironic considering I do makeup and hair”

“Oh me too, there no fucking point to it, I’d just rather sit in silence”

“I can’t believe we have never ran into each other on the theatre circuit” you mused “I’ve been working around for a few years now”.

Adam shrugged “I’ve been in and out, some shit happened...”.

“I’m really looking forward to seeing you act”.

Adam chewed his cheek, “oh god...”

“Oh come on, you are obviously very good to be cast in something like Wicked”.

He gave a crooked smile, “I just overthink everything I guess”.

“I think the best people do.”

You talked through 2 cups of coffee and a milkshake. It was after midnight and you yawned.

“Where’s home Adam?”

“Brooklyn”

“Me too! Should we share a cab?”

“I was actually gonna walk”

You burst into laughter, “to fucking Brooklyn?!”

He grinned, “do it all the time”.

Maybe it was due to the large quantities of caffeine but you felt inspired. “Fuck you are a strange one, but I like it, let’s walk to fucking Brooklyn!”

“Fuck yeah!” Adam banged the table with his hand grinning.

———

By the time you got to the Brooklyn bridge you were feeling slightly exhausted. However when you turned and looked at the city from the bridge you gasped. It was beautiful, and the bridge was empty. Leaning against the rail you took in the view.

“This is beautiful” you said in awe.

Adam pulled a pack of cigarettes out of his back pocket, offering you one.

“Thanks” you smiled, taking one. You smoked socially, but never at home or around Celia. It was something you had had to cold turkey when you found out you were pregnant with her. There was a comfort to having a cigarette in your mouth. It reminded you of college, the wild, carefree times.

You stood there side by side, in silence for a few minutes, drinking in the twinkling lights of the city.

“I miss having someone to do this shit with”, you sighed.

“Your doing it with me right now?” Adam turned to you smiling.

You waved your hand, “you know what I mean.”

He sighed, “yea, I do”.

“Ever been in love?” You asked, quietly, looking at the water.

“Yup, you”.

“Yup”.

“What happened?”

He sighed. It was a sad sigh.

“You don’t have to answer that, sorry” you lay you hand on his forearm that rested on the bridge rail.

“No, it’s ok, I just haven’t talked about it in a while, tried to move on you know?”

“Yeah I know...”

“We were a fucked up couple, it was just never going to work. We were off and on. She was fucking stubborn and messed up. I had my own shit. I even fucking offered to raise a kid that wasn’t mine, when she got pregnant while we weren’t together, I just...” he trailed off.

“Didn’t want it to end?” You offered gently.

“Yeah something like that.”

He looked at you, contemplating, taking a drag from his cigarette. “You?”

“We got together when we were both in college. Young, you know, just kids really? We are very different people, I just don’t think it was ever going to work. We tried really hard for the sake of our daughter.”

Adam whipped his head to look at you, eyes bright.

“You have a kid?!”

You grinned, “Yeah, she’s 5”.

“Fucking awesome, I love kids, I have a niece, she’s fucking cool”.

You laughed, “I’ve never had a guy so enthused at my single parent status before. It’s usually what I pull out of the bag when I want them to make them run for the hills”.

“People are fucking stupid” he snorted, “what’s her name?”

“Celia.”

“Wait, Shakespeare?” Adam raised an eyebrow at you.

“Yes! Holy shit nobody ever gets that!” You almost squealed.

You started walking over the bridge and discussing various Shakespeare plays with enthusiasm, laughing loudly at Adam’s sudden monologue performances in ridiculous accents.

By the time you reached your apartment you hardly even noticed the mammoth distance you had walked.

“This is me.”

“Oh I’m not far from here actually.”

“Thanks so much Adam, actually this has been the best time I’ve had in ages,” you smiled.

He grinned, “likewise”.

You wrapped you arms around him, hugging tightly. He reciprocated immediately, engulfing you.

“Let’s do this again ok?” You mumbled into his chest.

“We will” he promised. Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 / Epilogue

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