#borderline smut

[tungstenmold]

… BAM! *RUNS AWAY*

[eleventhform-deadcalm]

*Smiles sweetly as I tug your collar open wider and nips at your throat*

Thank you, Tomioka-San, for your indulgence.

*sucks a mark onto your collarbone and licks the mark left behind. Then bites down on the meat where neck meets shoulder, just hard enough to leave a print*

My good Tomioka-San, Thank you for the meal.

*I kiss the bite mark and refasten your collar*

"Nhh-" Giyu hisses at the sting mixed with pleasure, a jolt shoots through him reaching his groin. As you fix his collar he grabs on to your wrist in a firm grip. His breathing is uneven and looks into your eyes. Before you could mutter any kind of protest Giyu clashes his mouth on to yours.

[welcometothemaraudersspam]

intoxicating

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

word count: 4.1k

warnings: grinding, drinking, cussing, plz lemme know if i forgot anything else :3

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

the first thing people took notice of when they looked at you -

that mesmerizing smile.

the way you carried yourself was so profound, as if every bad thing thrown your way would just bounce right off.

your bubbly energy enraptured everybody around you, feeding off of your wide grins, and constant laughter bringing a sense of joy into their life.

earning your nickname; sweet girl.

everyone loved you from the moment they laid their eyes on you.

i mean... who wouldn't?

₊˚ ‿︵‿︵‿︵୨୧ · · ♡ · · ୨୧‿︵‿︵‿︵ ˚₊

part 2 here!

"Sweetheart, you have got to get ahold of yourself."

"I do- I don't know what makes you think I don't."

A scoff left Garcia's stained lips, as she stared at your frantic fingers messing with your hair, trying to apply everything all at once. Reaching for your signature perfume, spraying a good dosage on to ensure it stays on the whole night. The blonde had come over to get ready for a night out in the town with her fellow co-workers, including a certain brunette that you had a soft spot for.

Your hair was not cooperating with you. Not. In. The. Slightest.

Does this dress make me look- too much?

Who the hell made this damn mousse-

"If you touch your hair one more time, I will personally make it my life's mission to get rid of your existence." She grabbed a hold of your arm, tugging you out of the bathroom despite your protests. "Spencer won't care what your hair looks like when he's got you underneath him."

A gasp left your lips, smacking Penelope's giggling behind as she ran away from you towards your front door. "Or above him- whatever you're into sweet cheeks."

"Oh! I'm going to get your ass, Pen."

"Run that by my boss first!"

Penelope ripped the front door open, revealing a startled Hotch who had just raised his fist to knock on your house door. A smug smirk graced the blonde's lips, sticking her tongue out at you as she ran towards the SUV where Morgan was waiting. You stood there with a pout on your lips, grabbing your purse from your entrance table. Hotch eyed your dressed up figure, feeling his heart rate pick up as you made your way over to him your perfume engulfing his senses.

"Hiya Hotch." Wrapping your arm around his waist, giving the older man a tight squeeze letting your free hand lock the door behind you stuffing your keys into your purse. You and Penelope might have had one too many shots, the constant cheesing on your face giving you away. 

"Hello sweet girl." Hotch had known you long enough to see you in every situation imaginable, including your drunk side. He chuckled as you left your arm around him, not minding it for a second as you guys walked down the steps to the car. "Are we sure this isn't the aftermath of the bar?"

You let out a small giggle, knowing he was partially right. Hotch opened up the car door for you, helping you into the lifted vehicle a small thank you leaving your lips as you scooted further in as he squeezed in behind you.

The car smelled like people who had were planning on getting laid.

Hotch’s cologne smelled of leather and cinnamon. Discretely trying to hide the fact that you were inching closer to him like a dog sniffing out a treat.

Whilst Morgans cologne smelled of coconut and sugar; not enough to be irritating to the nose.

Both you and Penelope's perfumes smelled nice and sweet, contrasting with the guys.

Penelope was blasting Kesha through the SUV, while Morgan attempted to turn it down without her noticing. Either she noticed or didn't care, allowing her voice to do the work for her as she embodied Kesha.

"We are just getting started, I promise. You should join us! Didn't Morgan draw the short stick for tonight? Leaves you perfectly able to get wasted with us,"

Morgan gave you a glare in the rearview mirror, not letting your mocking affect his driving as he tried his best to follow the law with his boss as his passenger. Hotch just shook his head as you unzipped your purse showing him the contents inside.

His eyebrow raised, he saw several colorful shooters clinking around in the small accessory adorning your body, a smile gracing your warming skin. You took out a bright green shooter, shoving it into his hands.

"What in the-"

"Pen. Catch." Penelope didn't even have to move, her hands expertly catching the pink shot you had picked out just for her. You opted for a blue one, knowing this flavor in specific masked the taste as best it could making it easier to down.

You raised your eyebrow back up at Hotch cracking your drink open, a soft sigh left his lips knowing you wouldn't back down. He proceeded to crack his open, whoops leaving the girls lips. Clinking your shot against his. Your arm moving to wrap around his bringing the cold glass to your lips, allowing the burning sensation to trickle down your throat. Hotch felt his breath hitch at your touch, downing the shooter back.

Hotch was used to harder liquor, but something about the neon colored vodka was already making him feel a little warm. Shaking his head at the taste, putting the lid back on the drink as he watched you reach for another.

"Woah, sweet girl... you sure you can handle another?"

Your rolled your eyes at his concerning words, easily tossing another shooter back as you opened your mouth to show it was gone. Hotch felt a small smirk tug at his lips at the sight, adjusting himself in his seat subtly.

"I almost flunked out of college my freshman year because I was getting drunk every weekend. I learned my handful of tricks- I would put Dr. Reid to shame." Morgan whistled, making Garcia laugh as she reminisced on some of the stories you had told her. An ever-growing smirk graced your lips, re-applying a generous amount of lip gloss to your lips. 

Hotch eyed the bubbly girl, as she made herself comfortable against the taller man. He spread his jean cladded legs as she plopped her purse on his lap, using him as a table rummaging through the contents. Choosing to ignore the sensation of her nimble fingers ghosting over his dark wash jeans, adjusting his position on the leather seat. She pulled out another shooter and mingled it into his hands, a small chuckle bubbling in his chest.

"You're going to have to show me one day, sweet cheeks.”

"Wouldn't you love to see that, sweet boy?"

Morgan smirked up at you as he pulled up to the valet who were excited to take the keys from your favorite Agent, sending a wink to the blushing girl holding the keys. You were about to open the door, almost jumping as you saw Hotch had already beaten you to it. Looking back and forth between the door and your now empty seat beside you, the grinning raven haired man made your heart skip a beat.

"How-"

"Your intoxicated state is making your reaction time slow," His deep voice hummed into your ear, his hands splaying across your back allowing his warmth to keep you from shivering. Hotch lent his arm out, grasping onto his bicep firmly as you made your way into the bar. The shooter you had given the tall man tucked away in his jeans, holding your body close to ensure you wouldn't run off.  His cologne smelled even stronger up close, allowing yourself to engulf the scent a soft sigh leaving your glossed lips.

It didn't take long for Hotch have to glare at the wandering eyes of plenty of men who were attempting to undress you with their nasty eyes. He knew men were absolute garbage as time had gone by, but he knew that he would never let these ones especially anywhere near you tonight. 

It didn't take long for you to find your other co-workers even in all of the chaos, the place bordering a club atmosphere. The bar was currently playing one of your favorite songs, allowing the music to guide your body. You let your grip loosen as you made a beeline towards JJ who was smiling widely up at you, a bright pink coating her cheeks. Your heels clicking mesmerizingly against the stone floor, having mastered the art in running in those strappy shoes.

"JJ!! I missed youuuu," You hurriedly wrapped your arms around her neck, pressing a sticky kiss onto her cheek. She let out a muffled laugh as she held you tighter. "Where is-"

"Spence? Right behind you, honey." The giggling girl whispered into your ear, you spun on your heel making eye contact with the man you had been thinking about all night. A smile made its way onto your lips, taking a seat beside the brunette. 

As if he couldn't get anymore attractive.

The sight of his dark green cardigan bringing out the green in his hazel eyes, hidden behind his god forsaken sexy ass glasses. His cologne wafted over to you, the soft scent of coffee and something sweet. The smell was enough to make your mouth water.

What kind of test do they have to pass to work at the BAU? It seemed like every man and woman had to make your knees buckle to work there.

"Hiya Spence."

The flustered boy tucked his hair behind his ear, turning in his seat to give you his undivided attention. Your perfume infiltrating his nostrils, before having heard your voice. A smell he was all too keen on knowing, wetting his bottom lip nervously. "Oh h-hi!"

The conscious part of your brain attempted to send signals to your body to be smart, your drunk limbs ignoring it as you allowed your legs to entwine with his slack cladded leg closest to you. His breath hitching the smallest of gasps leaving his pink lips. 

The sound of someone hollering behind you made you turn around in your seat, waving excitedly at the dark hair girl approaching. Elle feigned a dramatic hand over her chest, her dress showing off her curves in all the right places. The girl walked over to you, your smile having not left your lips since getting in the car. Smacking a wet kiss on your dark haired friends cheek who just wrapped an arm around your waist. "We were about to send out a search party. We thought Morgan got you guys lost again,"

"Oh he most definitely did, I think the aftershave has made him lose some brain cells over the years." You teased the burly man, who shot you a glare reaching over the table to flick your forehead a gasp leaving your lips. You detangled your legs from Spencers missing the warmth almost as soon as you detached, sending a harsh kick to Morgan who hissed at your heels.

"Son of a bitch. Watch your back, sweet cheeks."

"Want me to kiss it better?" A small twinkle shone in his eyes, his usual flirty smirk making its way onto his face. You turned on your charm, resting your face on your hands as you batted your eyelashes at the man your glossy lips parted open. Everyone at the table watched in amusement as Morgan practically melted at her doe eyes looking up at him, leaning closer to her face. 

"I would love nothing more-"

"I call dibs first, Chocolate Thunder." Penelope butted in, making her first appearance at the table a tray full of drinks. She handed you your signature drink, the vibrant color matching her outfit. Clapping your hands as you blew a kiss to the blonde, wrapping your lips around the straw humming happily at the cold liquid making its way down your throat. 

"No need to call dibs when I've already kissed you, baby cheeks."

"You're not special, Derek. We've all kissed, sweets." All the girls threw in their words of agreement, a chuckle leaving Spencers lips as he watched the look of disbelief on Morgan's face. "Sweet as her name, she is." 

"Don't make me kiss you on the mouth again, Pen."

"Maybe that's what I'm hinting at, sweet girl."

A burst of giggles left the girls mouths as they all grabbed ahold of the shots Garcia had bought everyone. 

Well, everyone except Morgan. 

Penelope had grabbed something strong; wanting to ensure it did what it was intended to do. You had seen Spencer had also proceeded to throw back a shot a small wince leaving his lips. "You would think after 9,006 years, that we would know how to mask the taste of alcohol."

"I like the pain. Gives a little thrill, don't you think?" Tilting your head at the doctor whose eyes widened a little, his cheeks flushing pink. A small giggle left your lips placing your hand dangerously close to his thigh, turning your attention to the raven haired man beside you.

"What are you nursing there, Hotch?" He turned to his left, eyeing the flustered girl a soft chuckle leaving his lips as he showed her his glass. "Mind if I have a sip?" 

"Of course. Go ahead." The girl gently took the glass from his hands, taking a small sip of the drink a soft hum leaving her lips. He felt his chest tighten at the sight of her lips on the same glass his were just on. She just grinned at the man, handing him back his jack and coke. "Not bad- too Hotch for me." 

Gently rising from your chair at the table, gaining the attention of everyone at the table a grin already plastered on your face. Spencer eyed your radiating body, his brain turning to mush as he tried to focus on the words leaving your pretty lips. Chugging the rest of your cocktail, the cold feeling nice on your warming face. "Time to dance!"

Penelope wasted no time, dragging a more than ready Morgan onto the swarm of people on the dance floor. JJ and Elle had already partnered up, their swaying bodies entwined together. Leaving you in between Spencer and Hotch. Both who looked absolutely delicious-

Hold on- what?

Delicious?

I mean... 

Hotch's black polo did absolute numbers for his muscular body. His biceps just about bulging out of the shirt, snug around his lean torso. Wanting nothing more than to wrap your arms around his waist. And don't even mention his gorgeous eyes, with their specks of green becoming visible the closer you got to him.

And then Spencer.

That boy looked like straight out of a rom com. His puppy eyes staring at you intently like nothing around you existed. His chiseled jaw and those puffy lips were all you could think about at work. His button ups fitting him just right, the cardigans about to swallow him whole wishing you were in them as well.

"Sweets?"

The sound of Hotchs raspy voice speaking broke you out of your trance, blinking away your borderline wet dream about your co-worker and superior. Taking notice of Spencers empty seat, turning to Hotch with a confused look on your face. "He went to the restroom. Everything okay? You were unresponsive there for a second."

"Y-yes. Sorry, I was- I don't even know. You guys both looked so good, my brain started short circuiting." The words were spewing out of your mouth like muscle memory, a shocked expression filtering over the usually furrowed mans face. "How about that dance?"

"Oh no, I don't-"

"Hotchner, don't start. I was promised a dance,"

"-I think that was you doing the promising." You grabbed ahold of his wrist, tugging the protesting man whose eyes had grown soft. "You're awfully strong when you're drunk. Did you know that?"

"I think it's similar to when crack heads do crack, except without the crack." You shouted into his ear, the music practically making it near impossible to hear. Hotch just let a laugh slip out, his hands having found their home on your hips barely touching you, afraid he would mess it all up.

Pitbull had begun to blast through the club, your body swinging to the beat having known the rhythm a little too well for your liking. The clubs lights had gotten dark, except for the strobe lights and stage lights lighting up the crowd every now and then. You could see Penelope shouting the words at Morgan who bared an amused stare at the blonde, dancing with her drunken form the pink spotlight lighting up her blonde hair perfectly.

A whine left your lips at the lack of contact with your dance partner, pressing your body against the towering man above you knowing this exact situation must be written somewhere on what not to do with your boss. He almost halted his movements if it weren't for your hands finding his and wrapping his arms further around your waist. Hands finding their home around his neck, chills going down his spine as he felt how close you were to him.

The music took ahold of your body. Every beat sending your hips to follow half a second later, memorizing the way Hotch followed your every move. As if your bodies were made just for one another; you moved in sync with each other, neither of you having to give cues as if you guys had been doing this for years.

Hotch felt this body growing hotter the longer you were grinding up against him, a small line of guilt bubbling inside but his body seemed to be doing all the thinking for him. His hands tightening their grip on your hips as he pulled you impossibly closer to him a soft gasp leaving your lips. Your body swaying and turning in his grasp pressing your ass against his growing member, Hotch's head leaning into your neck.

You rolled your head back leaning against Hotch's muscular body, trying to see if it was your mind playing tricks on your or if it truly was what you thought it was poking against your ass.

Every touch felt- electric.

The pawing at your body from Hotch made your body writhe in his grasp, feeling yourself getting drunk in his touch. Shaking hands reaching behind you to find his head full of hair and run your fingers through his gelled hair, enjoying the soft rumble against his chest. Turning back around to face him, wondering what was running through his head right now.

Hotch knew he must have looked as crazy as he felt. Scanning every inch of her face, cupping her face in his warm calloused hand tucking her hair away from her face.

He could see every tiny freckle, and scar on your face.

The sparkly gloss coating your lips enticing him the longer you mouthed the words close to his chest.

Every one of his senses was focused on you.

Your perfume.

Your body.

Your gorgeous eyes.

He couldn't look away-

"If you wanted to kiss me Hotch, you could have just asked,"

Before Hotch could lean down and press his awaiting lips on yours, you spotted a tall lanky figure looking around detaching your limbs from the man a giant grin gracing your features. Waving at the approaching figure, tugging the brunette closer to you. The older man almost rolled his eyes, keeping his hands tucked into his pocket his fingers knocking with the shooter you had gifted him earlier.

"Spence! I was about to send out a search party,"

The blushing boy tried to stammer out a response, his eyes locking with Hotch's.

His boss- correction. His friend was staring at him as if he had just came out and told him he was the unsub on a case. Wiping his clammy hands against his dark slacks, wondering what he had interrupted.

"The line to the bathroom was long. If it weren't for the fact that I had to-"

"Did you know that Aaron is a good dancer?" You shouted in Spencers direction, the name slipping off your tongue sweet like honey.

Hotch turned to face the girl replaying the sound of his name falling off of her lips over and over again, hoping she would say it again. Spencer raised a surprised eyebrow at the cheesing girl, whose hold on him hadn't faltered.

"I'm not too surprised. His stature and athleticism point him in the direction of having better coordination than the average person."

"I have no idea what you just said! Maybe Pitbull is having some affect on my hearing," 

"Maybe we should go sit down, hm?" Hotch whispered into your ear, his breath fanning over your face. Nodding along to his words, grabbing ahold of his unsuspecting hand tugging them over to the back corner table you were sitting at. A soft sigh left your lips, as you reached for Hotch's glass tossing the rest of the drink back. 

Spencer eyed your hand that was still holding onto Hotch's practically burning a hole into his much larger hand, a million thoughts coursing through his head. "Next one is on me, Aaron."

"Don't worry about it, sweet girl. Let me go buy another drink, I'll order you a water."

"What! I'm not even close to being done, please..." A pout found its way onto your face," Just one or two more."

Hotch couldn't say no to that face. "One more. Reid, want anything?"

"Can I just get a water, please?"

Hotch untangled your hand from his, his retreating figure hard to miss even with all the people surrounding him. Spencer took this chance to try to erase any progress Hotch had made, his figure seating itself right beside you. His shaking hand found its place on your thigh, a choked sound leaving your lips eyeing the nervous boy standing before you. Your heart just about dropped into your stomach, a fluttering in your stomach as the guy you had been crushing on had made a move.

Please move it higher-

"I wish we could have had our dance, Spence... I'm sure you've got some more tricks up your sleeve I haven't seen."

"I don't think I would have been able to keep it professional if I got my hands on you,"

Fuck.

"What if I didn't want you too?"

You were playing with fire. 

Knowing full well you had just basically had sex with your boss out on the dance floor, but your brain wanted them both. 

And bad. 

Spencers face heated up, his face leaning closer to yours feeling your chest tighten as he almost brushed his lips against yours his warm minty breath burning your eyes slightly. Holding your breath as you felt him pull back a confused look on your face, taking notice of a looming figure coming your way. The feeling of your blood rushing to your already burning face made you feel a little faint, fanning your face to try to cool off.

Morgan raised an eyebrow at the pair of you a knowing look on his face, clapping Spencers shoulder with a smirk on his lips. "My man. I never knew you had it in you,"

"I have no idea what you're talking about."

"Oh, okay. I didn't know it was a secret, sweet girl. Does this mean the nicknames are off limits now?"

You giggled at the reddening of Spencers face, nudging him playfully. "Not at all, baby. But, Spencer is right. We have no idea what you're talking about."

"What is Spencer right about again?"

"Oh, him and our sweets are-"

Spencer had read your mind, sending a swift kick towards Morgan who let out a yelp turning around and giving the brunette a harsh punch to the arm. Hotch felt his face tense at the words Morgan was insinuating, hoping Morgan was just playing a joke on him taking the seat closest to you leaving you sandwiched in between your two wet dreams once more.

"Don't tell me you're all out of dances, sweet girl. I still haven't gotten mine."

"Oh trust, I'm not. I was just waiting on a good song to come on-"

As if someone was listening in on your conversation, Club Can't Handle Me came on a fan favorite between you and Morgan. A loud laugh leaving both of your mouths as he made his way over to you dragging you over to the huge crowd that you had just escaped. Morgans hands expertly found their place on your hips, having danced with the famous flirt many times. 

The way he grinned against your body had you almost a mess, allowing your legs to slip around his thigh dancing on him as if your life depended on it. By this point there was a layer of sweat on both of your bodies, making you look pornographic on the dance floor. His tight v-neck showed off his muscles well in the dim lighting of the bar, his arms practically engulfing you. 

"You're too hot to be here by yourself,"

"Shut up, Morgan."

The pretty boy leaned into the cusp of your ear, his lips brushing up against you. "If looks could kill, your two lover boys would have killed me tenfold." 

Peeking over his shoulder, noticing the evident glares of Hotch and Spencer who looked like they were 2 seconds away from walking over. "Want to help me make them make the first move?”

"You're an absolute minx, you know that?"

You knew Morgan was right, but the alcohol in you just wanted them to walk over and make you theirs. The music had changed to a slow sexier song, knowing if you were to do anything it would have to be now when the music would show everything off.

Closing your eyes allowing the music to guide you, putting every ounce of your being into grinding against Morgan. It didn’t take long of Morgan putting his hands closer to your ass before a cough interrupted the pair of you.

“Mind if I but in, Morgan?”

─── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ───

a/n: guys this came to me in the middle of the night and i did NOT stop writing until 5 am. it just kept coming out. and FUCK, i am gnawing at the bars of my enclosure rn. this is my first criminals minds fic pookies.

a/n: GUYS WHAT THE HECK! i am literally writing part two right now, you guys have been so nice to me :,)

[natalievoncatte]

Spookycorp

Kara’s heart was racing as she stepped out of the elevator. She *knew* something was wrong when Lena sent her a single, clipped text message:

Come now. Need to talk.

The elevator opened directly into Lena’s penthouse, into her elegant, minimalist foyer. The room was dark, as was the rest of the penthouse, except for the light of a single candle. Lena sat on the expansive sofa in her living room, a box resting on her lap. Kara didn’t need to use her x-ray vision to know that it was lined with lead. Her heart sank.

“Come in,” said Lena.

Kara walked inside, waiting at a respectful distance. Lena was beautiful in candlelight, her hair so dark it dark it could drink midnight under the table, eyes sparing like chips of emerald and sapphire, chipped with gold. The light caressed her sharp jawline and made her expression severe and smoldering at the same time.

Kara had fantasies like this. Most of them involved more candlelight and more pale skin.

“I know what you are,” said Lena.

Kara’s heart skipped. She fumbled with her hands.

“You can drop the aw shucks, I’m a farm girl from Vaguely Canada routine, Supergirl.”

Kara’s heart dropped through her stomach.

“I can explain,” she began. “If you give me a chance. Lena, please, I’m your best friend.”

Lena’s eyes hardened. Very softly she said, “am I?”

“How did you find out?”

Lena reached over to her side table, swirled a glass of wine, and took a sip.

“Lex told me. After I killed him. For you.”

Kara swallowed, and took a step forward. “Oh my God. Lena, what happened? What did he do?”

“Stop,” said Lena. “No closer.”

Kara stopped, her chest tightening, tears starting to well in her eyes.

Lena looked down, then up.

“He was going to kill you, and I couldn’t let that happen, because I thought I was in love with you. Before I knew what you are.”

The words hit Kara harder than anything she’d felt before, punching through her heart like the Kryptonite stake that was probably resting in that box. No, it wasn’t possible. She’s been so careful, Kal has been so careful.

“Lex had proof, but I didn’t trust it. I had to find corroboration. That’s why I talked you into taking me to the Fortress, so I could download the records I needed and examine them.”

Kara swallowed. “I would have given you what you wanted if you’d asked.”

“No, you wouldn’t, because you cover your tracks. You tell everyone that your powers come from the sun, but you’re lying.”

Kara wrung her hands, looking out at the moon. It hung full, heavy and huge in the National City sky.

“Not exactly. We have our powers here because Sol affects us differently. It doesn’t…”

“It doesn’t destroy Kryptonian vampires like you and your cousin,” Lena finished. “It doesn’t weaken your powers in sunlight or burn your skin, so you have nothing to fear here but Kryptonite.”

Kara licked her lips, feeling her fangs aching in her gums as they often did when Lena Luthor was in the room.

“Have you ever fed on me? I know about the other powers, Kara. The ones you and your cousin haven’t told everyone one about. Like modifying memories.”

Kara started. “What? No. I don’t feed directly on humans. When I was younger, my human family took turns giving me a unit of whole blood a month. That’s all I need. We don’t need as much on Earth. I’ve never bitten anyone on Earth. Kal-El trained me not to when I arrived here. Lena, I promise, I’m not some kind of predator.”

Kara edged closer, and Lena put her hand on the box. Kara froze.

“Liar.”

“Lena, please.”

“Your cousin has been feeding on Lois Lane for years. Lex had proof. Very thorough proof. He’s not as slick as he thinks, your Clark.”

Kara looked down.

“It was her choice. It’s tradition for my people. When one of us falls in love, we…”

“What, start seeing your ‘lover’ as a glorified bag of cheeze-its?”

Kara shifted on her feet. “No, we turn them. Clark is going to turn her after they marry. She’ll be like us.”

Lena’s gaze bored into her.

“I had to know, and now I do.”

“Lena, I would never hurt you, or feed on you against your will. I never feed on anyone against their will.”

“You’re lying.”

“Lena.”

“Lex had proof of that, too,” said Lena. “You do feed. On criminals, on people you think won’t be missed, and on James.”

“James was willing,” said Kara. “The others… it hurts, Lena. Clark’s path is hard. Too hard. I’m not perfect. You can’t imagine what the thirst is like. It’s like a hot railroad spike in my gut. I need it.”

“I thought about this for a long time,” said Lena. “I had to look you in the eye and hear it from you. I didn’t know what to do. You feed on people’s blood, but the city… the world needs Supergirl. So what do I do?”

“You don’t have to do anything,” said Kara. “I can just go, or… I don’t want to go, Lena. I know you’re upset, I know you’re mad, but you asked me here for a reason. I know you want to give me a chance. What we have, our friendship, it’s bigger than this. It can survive this. I want it to.”

Lena sighed. “Kara, I killed my brother for you, in cold blood.”

Kara swallowed. “I know. I know you loved him. I’m so sorry. I wish I could have helped you somehow. Maybe if I’d told you my identity earlier, we could have saved him.”

Lena opened the box.

Kara jolted back, expecting sickly pustulant light to sear the flesh from her bones, but there was no Kryptonite in the box.

Instead there was a pair of silvery bracelets, resting on black velvet.

“I had to make sure you couldn’t see inside,” said Lena. “No peeking.”

Kara swallowed, hard. “Those are binding bracelets. Do you know what those are for?”

Lena nodded slowly.

“You can come closer now. Sit.”

Kara stepped around the coffee table and sat primly near Lena, at a respectful distance, hands folded in her lap.

Lena leaned back against the arm rest and pulled her inky black hair back from her neck, tilting her chin back. Offering.

Kara could smell her, the scent exploding in her nostrils. She could feel Lena’s pulse and her own began to throb in time with it, the aching in her gums exceeded by the pleasant ache between her legs.

“What are you doing?” Kara murmured.

“Offering.”

“Why?”

Lena reached out and caressed her bare foot along Kara’s calf. Kara couldn’t help it. Her fangs popped out against her will for the first time in ages.

“Does it feel good for Lois? When he feeds on her?”

“So I’m told. Our fangs secret a mild neurotoxin that has some pleasant effects.”

“How long have you been thinking about tasting me?”

Kara shuddered. “It’s not like that. You’re my best friend.”

Lena rolled her eyes. “You know, I used to think you were just oblivious, or very, very closeted. Now I get it.”

“Lena,” Kara said, more urgently.

Lena’s foot slid higher up Kara’s leg. “It must be hard holding back all that hunger. Surrounded by food you can never taste. Is that why you’re always stuffing yourself with potstickers? You’d rather be eating me?”

Kara swallowed, hard.

“Maybe. Yes.”

“I’m right here.”

“I won’t. Not unless you say it, Lena. Not unless you offer it. Explicitly.”

“Kara, do it. Take me.”

Kara lunged across the sofa, pulling Lena to her so she lay flat on the cushions, and drove her fangs into Lena’s throat as she ground her thigh between Lena’s legs. She knew what Lena planned and she didn’t care.

Lena yelped in pain from the puncture wounds, but her cry quickly melted into a pleasurable moan as she writhed beneath Kara, driving her nails into Kara’s back.

Kara drank slowly, gently, taking only a trickle and feeling Lena’s pulse in her throat. She’d wanted this for so long, she started to weep from the sheer release of it, tears streaming down her cheeks. Lena’s blood sang with magic, the taste of her more intense than the most exotic spices, more flavorful than the sweetest wine. It was better than sex, although now that she had Lena’s blood on her tongue, she was hoping that was on the menu, too.

She heard the click and felt the cold metal close around her wrist and sighed.

“So that’s your solution,” Kara whispered.

“Lex couldn’t make it work,” said Lena. “I always loved how much it pissed him off that his bastard sister has magic and he doesn’t.”

Lena closed the other bonding bracelet around her own wrist, and Kara instantly felt the weight of the connection, the power in it, and knew she was helpless. She didn’t care.

“Kneel,” said Lena.

Kara slid off of Lena and onto her knees, head bowed.

“There,” said Lena. “Now I know. I know the world gets to keep Supergirl and I know you’re not a threat.”

“I knew what you were going to do,” said Kara. “I let you. If this is what you need to trust me, I’m okay with it.”

Lena took Kara’s chin in her fingers and tilted her head up, leaning forward to meet her gaze.

“I could do whatever I want with you now. With a Kryptonian vampire under my control, I could rule the world.”

“You could,” Kara whispered. “You can make me do it whatever you please. You never needed magic for that. I would do it willingly.”

“I know,” said Lena, “but this is going to be a lot of fun.”

“I was a little worried you’d tell me never to see you again,” said Kara. “Or you’d demand I turn you.”

Lena laughed. “Darling, do you have any idea how much power I’d have to give up to become a vampire?”

Lena ran a hand down Kara’s arm, squeezing her bicep.

“Now, carry me to the bedroom and let’s see what you can do.”

Kara didn’t need to be ordered to do that.

[a-fence]

I Want More

FWB with Dabin until someone catches feelings (M)

*flashback

It was a quiet evening and you were in the middle of making dinner when the doorbell rang. You weren't expecting anyone tonight and you wondered who might be at your door. You check the intercom to see Dabin standing outside. He was supposed to be on a video shoot but it seems they wrapped up early.

You open the door to let him in and he immediately wraps his arms around you, settling on your bum and pulling you in even closer. The sudden movement caused you to put your hands on his chest. His eyes slowly scan your face, like he's memorizing every detail, then moves his right hand to cup your face, brushing his thumb across your lower lip.

"I miss you. Did you miss me?" he inquired, his voice full of longing.

Of course, you missed him, but you hesitated in answering. You wanted more out of this arrangement but you didn't know if Dabin feels the same.

"I know you do." Dabin kissed you softly and you let him, despite vowing to yourself that this would be the last time, but you just can't help yourself sometimes.

"I made dinner. Are you hungry?" you ask.

"Sure, and I already know what I want for dessert."

As you set up the table, you recount in your head how you ended up in this situation.

A couple of months ago, Dabin reached out to you through your Instagram DM asking to collaborate on new music. At the time, you were an up-and-coming indie producer, and collaborating with Dabin will be a great addition to your portfolio. This collaboration made you really excited because you were also a big fan of Dabin’s.

A meeting was set at the DPR studio where you discussed with the team the theme of the album and the song you were going to specifically work on. The studio was open for you to use but you preferred your home studio as all your instruments are there and you graciously turned down the invite of using their studio, just in case they’ll need it as well for other projects. You linked up with Dabin and exchanged contact info for the project and the two of you agreed on a date on when you’ll work on the song.

As soon as you got home, you got into the groove of making beats. You wanted to have something to present to Dabin for when you started working on the song and maybe edit as you go based on his feedback.

The project was slated to start on the upcoming weekend and the two of you thought that this is only a weekend thing since you’re only working on one song. But the weekend turned into a week as ideas kept on popping and numerous edits and revisions were done to the original beat before you settled on a final version.

During that week, Dabin practically lived in your house, which was fine as you had a spare bedroom where guests could sleep. When the beat was finalized, the two of you celebrated by having drinks and watching a few movies on Netflix.

A few bottles of soju in and you’re both starting to feel tipsy. The space between the two of you on the couch slowly disappeared and you’re almost sitting thigh to thigh with Dabin. You notice him draping his left arm across the backrest of the couch, with his hand dangling and resting on your left shoulder lightly. You ignore it for now and you continue watching the movie.

Later on, you feel Dabin staring at you. It might’ve been the glow of the TV in your darkened living room, or the rom-com the two of you are watching, or the alcohol you’ve been drinking, but the air feels charged as you gaze back at Dabin.

His face is flushed, and he’s looking at you through hooded eyes. He’s searching your face, you don’t know what for, and his gaze settles on your lips, and he licks his lips a little and he closes the distance between your faces. He pauses just when your lips are about to touch, feeling each other's breaths, and by now your heart is racing a mile a minute. He briefly looks you in the eye, silently asking for permission. You kiss him lightly to signify your consent. Dabin cups your face with both hands as he deepens the kiss. He breaks away to pull you across his lap so that you’re straddling him, his hands planted on your thighs and your arms around his neck, and he kisses you again slowly like he's taking his time savoring the lingering taste of soju on your lips. This delicate exploration of your lips sends shivers down your spine. No one's ever kissed you like this before.

Dabin's kisses then become more fervent, sucking and nipping at your lips, his hands squeezing your thighs occasionally. All your movements become instinctive, raking your hands through his hair and down his back, hips grinding on his in response to his actions. His hands leave your thighs and drift onto your stomach, and onto your breasts causing a moan to escape from your lips. This gave Dabin the chance to slip his tongue inside, furthering his exploration. His tongue rolled over yours, massaging it lightly, sending goosebumps across your skin. Your hands find the hem of Dabin's shirt and you pull it over his head, breaking contact briefly. You push Dabin down the backrest and you grabbed this chance to explore his lips, his mouth, the same way he did yours.

Making Dabin moan gave you a different kind of satisfaction, giving you more confidence in your actions, your lips leaving his to trail kisses along his jaw, down his neck, and along his collar bone.

“Damn, y/n,” he breathed. “It’s your turn.” He pulls your shirt over your head, and skillfully unclasps your bra with one hand. He looks at you in awe, eyes full of lust. He runs his hands down your arm and pulls you in once again by your elbows into another kiss, your hands getting lost in his hair once again.

He moves from kissing your lips to your neck, then your chest, leaving a mark in between your breasts before capturing a nipple in his mouth, while he plays with the other with his hand. “Dabin–,” you cried out, arching your back and throwing your head back in response, his movements sending you into throes of ecstasy.

“You like that?” Dabin purred.

“Yes, but I need you inside me,” you whispered, and you stood up, taking Dabin’s hand and dragging him into your bedroom.

What you initially thought was a one-night stand became a regular thing, with Dabin showing up at your door from time to time to hook up. You didn’t mean for it to go on this long, but his pleas of one more time get you to agree before your brain could even stop your mouth.

You thought it over and with Dabin touring, and you swamped with work, hooking up whenever you’re free seemed more logical than an actual relationship, and so you went along with it. That is until you start catching yourself thinking of Dabin during your idle time and you know you’ve caught feelings.

The thing is, you don’t know if he feels the same and you’re torn whether you should confess or just break things off, and you’re mad at yourself for not putting a stop to it early on before things got complicated. So when he showed up at your door tonight, you promised yourself there would be no hooking up unless he feels the same way about you.

You eat dinner with Dabin and thought this is the perfect time to confess but saying it out loud proved to be a harder task. Whenever you would try to confess, you would choke on your food, causing Dabin to throw you worried glances. You gave up eventually and just asked Dabin how his video shoot went. You’ll just have to find another opportunity before he leaves.

After dinner, Dabin helps you clean up by bringing the dishes to the sink, and he even puts the leftovers in containers to place in the fridge as you start washing the dishes. Once the table was cleared and the leftovers were in the fridge, Dabin leaned on the counter waiting for you to finish. You were, however, taking your time, and he was getting bored.

Dabin moves to stand behind you and kisses the crown of your head, his hands resting on your hips. Your body leans into his despite your brain’s protestations. Then he starts to trail kisses along your neck and his hands lift your shirt, letting them roam free underneath. You weren’t wearing a bra and the goods are his for the taking. You almost drop a plate when he squeezed a breast. “Dabin!” you chastised.

He paused what he was doing. “I’ll do the dishes later, babe.” Then proceeds to suck on the exposed skin of your neck and shoulder, leaving purple bruises behind while his hand drifts towards the waistband of your shorts, slipping in to feel the wetness of your core. You grip the edge of the sink to hold yourself together.

“You better do the dishes before you leave,” and you let Dabin pull you towards your bedroom, mentally scolding yourself for what you’re about to do.

The following morning, you wake up alone in bed, and you’re kinda mad at yourself that you let Dabin have his way with you before you were even able to confess your feelings. You felt a bit dejected and you stayed in bed a little longer.

Sleep almost got you again until you feel arms encircling your waist and you breathe in Dabin’s familiar scent. You turn to him, “I thought you already left.”

“What’s wrong?” Dabin asked. Even if your arrangement has only been going on for a few months, Dabin has seen enough of you to know the tell on your face when you’re upset.

“I don’t want to just sleep with you. I want more,” you blurted. It’s now or never.

“We passed ‘just friends’ about 20 fucks ago,” he teased.

Your eyes widen and you slap his chest. What does he mean and how is he able to joke at this point when you just bared your soul to him?

Dabin stroked your head and kissed your forehead, seeing how visibly upset you are. “I’ve been wanting to ask you out for the longest time or at least put a label on what we have. I was going along with this situation because I don’t know how you feel about me. I don’t want to just see you when I’m looking for a release. I need you in my life.”

You nuzzle your face against the crook of his neck, glad that he feels the same. You pull back and you look at him, and you notice he now looks at you with so much love. When did it change from lust to love, you wonder.

“What?” he chuckled, noticing you staring at him with a stupid grin on your face. “I ordered breakfast, and I washed the dishes as promised. Let’s eat?”

“Alright.” You gave him a peck and you stood from where you’re laying, grabbing Dabin’s shirt off the floor and putting it on, and following him towards the kitchen.

Prompt from @deity-prompts, @landhoesnorris

[giransbunnywife]

Old Times Sake

Summary: She was just a pretty young waitress when they met, though the chemistry was palpable. She would not only become the only thing that Giran could think about, but she would also be the beginning of his undoing. Reminding him of just what he enjoyed most about his job.

Warning(s): self insert x canon, lemon spice, heavily suggestive, borderline smut

Disclaimer: This fic includes my self insert oc shipped with a canon character. There is also a slight mention of an oc as well.

There had been plenty of beautiful people in his lifetime that had roused his curiosity. Though, none of them were quite like her. This particular woman held an interest that he hadn’t felt in a very long time. She had come at a time where the old bastard had slowed down that part of his life, focusing mainly on his business, among other things. All it took was one flash of her beautiful smile, and the man was falling back into old habits.

When they had first met, she was only a waitress at a club that he had been taking a few clients to. The area hadn’t exactly been unfamiliar to him, but clubs weren’t too good for his type of business nowadays. Many years ago he might have found himself in this kind of scene, and it felt a little like old times. Even more so considering that particular night, he’d invited an old friend to join them as a part of a connection that he was hoping to make. He knew that neither of them would be able to resist such an opportunity, and he’s always looking for a way to make a little extra for the recommendation.

Their original waitress had barely even caught a glance while they ordered drink after drink, discussing business and having brief friendly conversation. Everything was very professional, as it always is with the two of them at this point in their lives. Giran and Jiro had been working long enough to know what works for them and what doesn’t, and they know exactly when to get down to business. Neither of them like to beat around the bush, though they always know when a client will need a bit more persuading than others.

This one in particular that they met with that night had a bit of a tendency to draw things out. They liked to have a bit of fun with their business, which meant that the two of them had to compensate with heavy drinking and indulging in conversation. Making the client feel like they were special, but not in a way that was too on the nose. Something that Jiro was the best at.

A fact that his friend knew very well, considering that he was the first person he asked to join him that evening.

Giran had lost track of time during that meeting, losing count on how many drinks they had ordered due to the client’s incessant talking. He knew that he was much of a talker himself, of course, but that hadn’t meant he couldn’t see it in someone else. He’d already entered the meeting knowing just how much time he’d have to spend chatting, but the individual was already starting to test his patience.

But lucky for the client, their waitress had begun a shift change halfway through the meeting. The new relief had just trotted by their booth, introducing herself and explaining the switch to her new customers. From the moment that she stepped into his field of vision, it felt even more like being back in the fucking saddle. That old feeling, coupled with the friendly business partnership, and a beautiful woman who he absolutely needed to have for himself. Things just felt like they were falling right back into place.

And he was feeling all too good about himself that night not to indulge.

He still remembered what she wore that first night, with a little revealing outfit similar to her coworkers to fit the vibe of the club atmosphere. A sparkling bralette that fit snugly against her frame, and tight jean shorts that hung high on her hips and squeezed her thighs. She was as beautiful as she was charming, giving a smile that could rival the sun. None the wiser to how that beauty of hers was affecting the man right in front of her.

Giran took a sip of the remainder of his whiskey, eyeing her up and down as she gave them their refills. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her, something that his friend beside him noticed immediately. The bastard had completely stopped talking, ignoring the client’s grueling voice in favor of this new hottie right before his eyes. A woman that he would argue would be the most beautiful that he’s ever laid eyes on.

“I’m Violet,” She said with a flip of her purple hair that curled around her face, “I’ll be taking over for the night. If you guys need anything, just give me a shout.”

Placing her hand on her hip, she waited for a clear indication that they had heard her and didn’t need anything at the current moment. It had been a busy night for her, and she didn’t have much time to stand waiting for too long. But she always wanted to make sure that she took enough time for all of her customers.

Her eyes flicked across the three of them, only getting a small response from Jiro given that the other two were preoccupied.

“You’re good, Miss.“

“Thanks,” She said while tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear.

Her eyes flicked over towards the man who had been staring at her rather intently, barely making it a point to even hide it from her.

Once their eyes met, Giran had absolutely no shame in letting her catch him in the act. In fact, the smirk that started to grow on his face only further proved that fact. He gave a small nod towards her, taking a small sip of the fresh whiskey she had brought. Even then he barely even glanced away from her, which only made her cheeks burn brighter.

She cleared her throat, mumbling a quick word before turning on her heels to continue her work.

As she walked away, he got a good view of her ass and the way that it looked in her tight shorts. He didn’t think that she could get more beautiful, and yet she was beating out all of his expectations. If he wasn’t already sold on her yet, this would have sealed the deal for him. This woman was someone that he had to know. In more ways than one, if the opportunity presents itself.

And it sure as hell did, one way or another.

That night during the meeting Violet came around to check on them a few more times, still passing glances with Giran and trying to ignore the burning in her face. They barely spoke a word and yet she couldn’t stop glancing over at him, knowing that he was always going to be looking right back at her. And every single time he’d be giving her that same smirk, looking through her very fucking soul.

Against her better judgment, she grew rather curious about the man and his intentions. They clearly had something growing from just a glance, even though he wasn’t the typical type that she would attract. That fact made the situation all the more tempting for her, and throughout the night she found herself focusing intensely on the way that he was looking at her.

It wasn’t until later on through the night, after the client had left and business was over, that Giran called her over for the check. He and Jiro decided to have one last drink each for old time sake. They suggested that she surprise them with something that she thought they might like, which ended up being the bartender’s choice. And once she brought them over, Giran was insisting that she stay for just a minute to chat with them.

“I’m sorry… I’ve got work to do and customers—“

She nervously played with the ends of her hair, not knowing just how cute she looked to him.

The more that she stood there, the more delicious that she was to him. With every passing second he could just imagine what he would do if he had a night with her. The things that he would show her and offer to her. Anything to keep that beautiful smile on her face. After all, there could be more in store for him after, if he were lucky enough.

Giran watched her heavily with his smirk growing, though it was turning into more of a grin by the minute.

“Don’t worry about it, Sweetheart. Gotta make your money any way you can.”

She practically snorted, keeping her personal comments to herself. It had been no question that this man was well off, given how many drinks he’d covered on his own tab, making sure that everyone knew money wasn’t an issue. A comment like that coming from him just felt a little… humorous.

Before she walked away for the night, he stopped her for one last question while pulling out a cigarette from his coat pocket. He let his eyes trail down her frame for another long moment, almost solidifying his choices and hoping to god that she agreed. He was going to think about that body of hers for a long time after she’s gone, otherwise.

“What time do ya get off, beautiful?” He asked.

Her cheeks burned, stuttering a bit in her reply.

“In another couple of hours…”

“Sure you’re gonna be hungry by then. I’d love to take ya out somewhere… if that’s something you’d be interested in.”

Violet swallowed, barely registering the man’s words and knowing that her face was about to burst. It was an adorable sight to behold by both men, but especially him. The bastard definitely didn’t need that confidence boost, but it was already too late. She let it slip that his words affected her, and that was the moment that she knew she was fucked. Not only that, but Giran knew that she was going to be fun as hell to play with. He just had a feeling.

The night had gone off to a great start, and it was only going to get better from there.

She had agreed to go out with him that night, though it was completely in a daze. Most of her decisions that night were far off from ones that she would normally make. Something came over her that night when he looked at her, and the rest had become history. She couldn’t exactly pinpoint it then, but something had stirred in her that she had never felt before. And she had chased the feeling then, and she continued to chase it from then on.

The two of them would continue on to have dinner together, where they would hit it off nicely. Giran would show off his wealth in more ways, buying her anything that her heart desires off the menu at the fanciest restaurant he could find at such short notice. The same place that had been his friend’s whom he had just been having drinks with. The old bastard had owed him one after some time now, and Jiro wasn’t about to argue with him on a night like tonight. Besides, he liked having a front row seat to his friend’s antics.

They shared drinks and conversation, with him using every excuse in the book to swoon her. Smooth words spilled past his lips one after the other, wanting to keep her blushing and giggling as much as possible. Once he had gotten her loosened up a bit, she was starting to become just the fun that he had expected her to be. Even a little bit more so, which was only brought out after she had some drinks.

He learned about how long she’d been waitressing, wanting to get herself through her online classes in the hopes of broadening her horizons career wise. The man had a way of making people feel comfortable around him, a trait that he learned through years of experience. Not to mention it was always a part of his personality, which had always been a bonus with making contacts. Especially for more of the pleasure kind.

Violet was eating it up that night, finding all these qualities in him quite attractive. From the jump she found him extremely attractive, though outside of the realm of her usual type. There was a spark that she couldn’t quite pinpoint, a feeling that doesn’t normally come around for her all the time. This kind of thing was outside of her wheelhouse, but she wasn’t exactly hating the feeling. She’d been in the presence of a man that knew exactly what he was doing, and that fact excited her more than she’d like to admit.

She opened up to him about things that she wouldn’t have expected to on the first night, though a part of it could have been the alcohol in her system. The two of them seemed to click, and they talked about everything that night.

The rest of the restaurant was already gone when they started to get closer, barely even noticing the lights that had dimmed and the cleaning crew that began to circle around them. Violet was hanging off of him with red stained cheeks and heavy bedroom eyes, barely able to keep her hands to herself. He’d be lying if he said that he didn’t enjoy it more than he had intended, wanting to ravage her in that very spot.

One thing led to another, and the two of them were entangled in the back of a cab with her grinding in his lap. They barely made it in the door of the hotel room before tearing each other’s clothes off. And it would stay like that for hours, with her voice bouncing off the walls and disturbing the neighbors. Not that either one of them would care.

She was all that he wanted and more, leaving an imprint on him that night. There wouldn’t be a moment of peace for him anymore after knowing of her existence. That time together was all it took to leave him wanting—needing more. She would continue to plague his mind for days to come, until they could see each other again.

Giran would make damn sure that he would see her as many times as she would allow.

Which would lead to the two of them continuing on to see each other rather frequently, setting up a schedule for more nights just like that one. Sometimes he would show up to the club and wait for her shift to end, other times he would insist on meeting up at the hotel after a long day of business. But every day it always ends the same, with her back on the hotel mattress and his name rattling against the walls.

Violet had no idea that it would end up like this, but she would never complain. Not when the sex was as good as it was, and Giran had excited her as much as he did. The man had a way of making her feel like a Princess every time they were together, always making sure to take her out before they fucked. The lead up was always her favorite part, and she could always tell that he enjoyed it just as much. Getting to wine and dine her, building her up for the main event when he made her cum more times than she could ever count.

They had an arrangement that suited both of their needs, and she couldn’t see how it could get any better. Not only did she get amazing sex, but she could also experience things that she normally wouldn’t have on her own. Sometimes Giran would even send her home with gifts, though she still had a hard time accepting them when he did.

Their routine had become something that she looked forward to and almost missed while he was gone. Sometimes she wouldn’t hear from him for weeks until he came calling to set up a dinner with her, while other days he’d insist that she stay a weekend with him. It was never the same thing twice, which she understood after some time. They never got into the heavy details, but she knew that he was in some kind of shady business.

It didn’t take a genius to know that he was up to something after seeing the people that he works with, nor does Giran himself look like a normal guy. That’s what excited her most about him, after all. It turned her on not knowing exactly what she was getting into with him. Even though part of that scared her, that was part of the fun.

It’s been months since that first night, and they were still as consistent as ever. No one knew about their arrangement other than those that had been present since the beginning, and they both liked to keep it that way. They still had the same routine as always, meeting up at a specific hotel every time. Giran had become a regular at this point, which is why he always went to a place that he trusted. No one asked any question, knowing full well that he was good for the money and that it would be in their best interest to avoid poking further. They wouldn’t want to lose such business, after all.

The man had been a little busier with business lately, and hadn’t gotten a chance to see his favorite girl. He’s left her a few messages here and there to check on her, but as far as their usual fun, there hadn’t been much to tell. These kinds of days always end up with him calling her at random when he has an opening on his schedule, though the truth of the matter is always different than he lets on. At least, here lately, most of those openings are always his intention. There’s never happy accidents much anymore, because that’s how much she’s on his mind.

He hadn’t known a woman to affect him like this in quite some time, though the more that they spent time together, the more different that it seemed.

But he was getting a little ahead of himself.

This particular time, even though he was swamped with meetings and business arrangements, he still couldn’t take his mind off of her. Every little moment to himself was filled with memories of her in every position imaginable. All of the ways that he’s made her scream and whine with pleasure, shuddering until her whole body practically convulsed. He could see the image of her naked form underneath him or above him, rattling around in his brain for hours. She became the biggest distraction in the world to him, and she had absolutely no idea.

Occasionally he would ask her for a photo or video once she became comfortable, but it always ended up not being enough. He would always miss the touch of her skin and the smell of her perfume. He’d never imagine that a cute little waitress that he met by accident could drive him as crazy as she did. But now that he had her, he didn’t want to waste a second in making sure that he enjoyed her as much as he could.

Violet got a phone call from him during her shift, insisting that she come out with him again. She liked hearing his voice, speaking to her in a tone that made her thighs squeeze together. Just that small conversation with him alone was enough to make her breath jagged and heart rate quicken. She knew that she had missed him, but she had no idea that her body would react this way with just a phone call. So when he suggested that they go out to dinner that night, she was incredibly quick to agree.

She couldn’t see the grin that formed on the man’s face, enjoying the sound of her being rather eager to see him. That told him all that he needed to know about what type of mood that she was going to be in that night. He knew that she was going to be up for it considering how long it’s been since the last time, but he had no idea just how excited that she was. Though, hers could be completely matched with his own, even if it didn’t seem like that on the surface.

Once again they met up at the restaurant, something different than their usual routine to treat her, knowing exactly what she liked after all this time spent together. He brought her to a place with a menu that he knew had multiple of her favorites available, and he made sure that the wine he ordered was perfect. And if it wasn’t up to her standards, he would make damn sure that they accommodated her.

There would be nothing but the absolute best for his favorite girl.

Violet showed up to the restaurant in one of his favorite dresses, a short purple number that clung to her figure and left little to the imagination. She smelled like lilac and rose, a mixture that came from her perfume and lotion from after her shower. But it was perfect for him, and he found himself kissing along her neck the moment that she sat down beside him. He breathed in the scent of her and devoured her form with his eyes, unable to stop himself from undressing her with them. She was a vision before him now as she had ever been before.

Which was how the two of them ended up leaving the restaurant early, only getting halfway through their meal and drinks before Violet was getting fingered under the table. They were like fucking rabbits from the very beginning, unable to keep their hands off of each other. Not even a delicious dinner could have swayed their patience, though he promised to make it up to her later with room service and more if they had the time. Even if she weren’t complaining in the least bit.

Giran had almost considered just bringing her back to his place, and he would have if he didn’t already have the hotel reservation. This entire back and forth between them wasn’t originally going to last this long, and because of that he kept the hotel as their meeting place. But he was starting to feel the need to bring her back and keep her there for as long as she wanted. There hadn’t been a single person that he’s brought home in a long time, and she was about to be the first fucking exception.

Once again they were back in the same hotel room, underneath the sheets and entangled in one another. The night was like every other night, though the passion was much stronger than it had ever been before. Though it started out as a fling, there was something that was starting to feel different about all of these times. The connection was obvious whenever they were deep in conversation, but with every single heated night together, it began to show through even the sex that they had.

He took his time with her like always, listening to her screams and boring them into his brain for later. There wasn’t a single inch of her skin that he didn’t explore, leaving marks in his path and making sure that this moment was a constant reminder for her. He wanted her to leave here every time with the memory of him on her body. And he liked seeing them next time, if time would permit it.

She came again and again on his tongue. Hours passed spent between her thighs, with his head getting squeezed by them with every orgasm. His tongue played with her clit until it was aching and sore, and even then he never let up on her. She would no doubt wake up the next morning with a soreness that only he could have provided. Yet another thing that he would leave for her until the next time that he could beat his own record of her cries.

When he had his fill of tasting her, he would insist that she ride him, knowing that her body would be heavy from the prior treatment. He loved to lay back and watch her straddle him, pulling through the shaking of her legs and throbbing core to sit down on him. He’d watch her slowly take him inside of her, hissing from the way that he stretched her open and slid right inside of her extremely wet pussy. Though she’s still slightly sore from him eating her out, she doesn’t hesitate for a moment to slowly bounce on his cock.

She knew how much he liked to watch her, building up her momentum before she started shaking the headboard. Her hips moved in perfect motion, knowing exactly what he liked from her and how he liked for her to fuck him. The way that he wanted to watch her have fun riding his cock, taking out her pleasure and using him for all that he’s worth. Using him to cum again and again, just like he had with his tongue. Until the only thing that she could think about was the next time that she could find release, and the way that his name sounded from her lips.

And that was just the beginning of nights with the two of them. Reaching pleasure to the highest possible peak, knowing that this is absolutely the best that it fucking gets.

Violet was roused by the sunlight peeking from the curtains, pouring softly over the sheets that sprawled around her. The only thing covering her skin were those same sheets, draping over her form and hiding very little. She looked comfortable curled onto the mattress with her hair splayed around the pillow underneath her. Seconds passed while her eyes adjusted to the soft lighting of the room, gently rubbing her eyes while she shifted in the bed. The softness of the sheets and the mattress kept pulling her back down, lulling her back to an almost successful sleep once again.

But something kept pulling her back awake, no matter how many times she found a perfect spot. The small shifting nearby alerted her senses even more than they already were, causing her to shift more with a small perk of her ears. Her eyelids began to flutter open more, seeing the small bits of movement from her peripherals. Once they adjusted to the environment around her, she was finally able to look at the man nearby who was getting dressed.

Immediately her brain was reminded yet again of the night before, watching Giran sliding on his shirt and slowly buttoning it up. She remembered how those hands wrapped around her thighs and squeezed every inch of her body. Every twitch of his fingers and tense of his knuckles just made her mind flash in pieces of memories. The rush of emotion caused her to take a second, heavily watching him dress before she spoke up.

He still hadn’t noticed that she was awake yet, his back to her as he adjusted his sleeves.

“Baby?” She purred softly, voice slightly squeaking from the heavy sleep she was just in.

He watched her head perk up from the pillow, looking at him with tired eyes and bed head that cutely framed her face. He’d be lying if he said that he wasn’t enthralled by the way she looked right now, loving her beauty even whenever he was sober. All the clear mind had done for him was solidify how good of a choice he made going to that bar when he did.

Chuckling softly, he threw on his watch and continued getting ready with the nice view in front of him.

Violet continued to watch him with fluttering eyes, running her fingers through her hair. Her movements were slow and languid, barely functioning while sleep still hung over her. The sheet began to fall even more, partially exposing her breasts. Such an image would be burned in his brain for days to come.

“Sorry, did I wake ya, Sweetheart?” He asked with a subtle smirk, “I tried to be quiet for you.”

“Are you leaving?”

She was too tired to process the way that she asked the question, knowing that any other time she’d be kicking herself for seeming too clingy. They’ve only been physical in their relationship, and the last thing that she wanted was to make him think that she was expecting more. But she couldn’t help herself… She was growing rather attached.

Giran, however, thought it was quite adorable. The smirk on his face had only grown wider, grabbing his coat from a nearby chair and throwing it onto his shoulders. He gave a small nod towards her in response, speaking up once he had straightened out the creases on the material until he was satisfied.

“I have some things to get to in about an hour,” He said, “Couple of meetings and phone calls.”

She gave a nod, though she couldn’t hide the disappointment on her face fast enough. It wasn’t exactly her fault that her emotions were hard enough to regulate, let alone when she was tired. Hiding her feelings were even more difficult when she was fatigued, and he already knew her well enough to know every tick.

But yet again he found it endearing.

“I understand… Last night was fun, though,” She said in a cute tone.

His eyebrow lifted, catching the way that her cheeks flushed once he turned his full attention to her.

Walking back towards the bed, he reached out to run his fingers through her hair. The softness of his touch was welcomed, and she leaned into him just as his hand shifted to her face. His fingers brushed against her warm cheeks, before trailing down to thumb her chin. Brushing it against her lower lip, he made eye contact with her while noticing the way her eyes melted with his gaze.

“It was,” He agreed with a low tone, “Ya always know how to drive this old fuckin’ bastard crazy, don’t you, baby?”

She swallowed, unable to look away even though her face continued to burn from his words. Even her own caught in her throat, almost forgetting how to breathe for a short moment while he stared at her. The deep chuckle that fell past his lips only deepened that same feeling within her.

“Do you… do you need me to go?”

Her chest burned from his touch as he brushed his fingers against her skin. A small silence stirred between them, before he spoke up in a tone that was light and sweet. Something that he was using more and more for her these days.

“No, Beautiful. I’ve got the room booked for a couple days, but you’re not obligated to stay if ya don’t want to. But I’d love for you to be here when I get back.”

She pursed her lips tight, seeing the sincerity on his face. It caused her heart to skip a few beats, and though she still was unsure of her full feelings, she could feel the intensity of her attraction to him through her entire being. There wasn’t a thing that this man couldn’t do that would not make her weaker than she already was.

Violet loved to hear him admit to wanting to see her more, knowing that she felt the exact same way. But ever since the first time they met, she’s always been careful not to overstep. This was an arrangement that she was unfamiliar with, and therefore didn’t know how to act most of the time. Then again, for him this time was much different than any other.

“I wanna stay.”

“Yeah?” He asked.

She nodded, breathing in the scent of his freshly sprayed cologne. A smell that she had become all too familiar with, and one that she brought with her many times after their meetings. It would no doubt linger as a memory burned in her mind for the days that he’s gone, waiting for the chance to be able to swim in it once again. Something that once she got a hit of, there was absolutely no turning back.

Giran leaned in a bit more, playing with the ends of her hair closer to her bangs. He always loved feeling the softness of her curls between his fingers, making sure to be gentle enough not to disturb her style. Though, given at this current moment that she was still donning her bed head, he was sure that she wouldn’t care too much. But there was still a gentleness in the way that he rolled them between his fingers, letting the curls fall softly back onto her shoulder.

“Well, then, why don’t you stay and order some room service, huh?” He said with a slight grin that grew wider with every word he spoke, “And I’ll get us some dinner tonight on my way back. After, I’ll make it up to you for leaving by doing what I did last night.“

The small drop in his tone made her body tremble, and her eyes flickered down towards his mouth with her teeth nibbling at her bottom lip. She could feel the hitch in her breathing, right before she let out a small giggle. The sound was enough to drive him crazy, seeing the sparkle in her eyes and knowing that his words had excited her. If she weren’t careful, he’d have to be a little late to his meeting on account of her cute fucking ass.

“I can do that.”

“Yeah, I know you can…“

Another giggle slipped past her lips before he kissed them softly at first. Slowly, the kiss between them turned more passionate and feverish, with her hands grasping at the material of his shirt. She leaned up until she was sitting on her ankles, feeling his hands starting to slide down her back. Seconds passed while they continued to get lost in each other, neither of them wanting to pull away, and finding all the more reason to deepen the kiss. Small moans were muffed against his mouth, and she would no doubt be trying to rip his clothes off at any moment.

Giran’s self restraint was something that he was proud of, which made it easier for him to grasp her wrists and slowly pull them down. He gently pulled away from her, groaning softly with a rather pleased smirk on his face. If he had his way he’d stay here and take all of his calls from inside this very hotel room. He can’t remember the last time that he felt this compelled to stay with someone before, and yet here he was, itching to break all of his rules.

“I’ve gotta get goin’, Beautiful. When I get back you can hang on me as much as you damn well please.”

Even though Violet pouted a little, she pulled away from him and fell back onto the comfort of the mattress below her. She watched with her same intense blue eyes as he grabbed his keys and the rest of his things nearby.

With one last heated kiss to her lips, the man whispered softly and deeply only inches from them. Just enough to make sure that he left an impression on her, knowing that she was going to be sitting on them for the rest of the afternoon in wait for his return. He could practically see the pleading in her eyes, and he didn’t have to read her mind to know all of the things that she was thinking about.

“Make yourself comfortable, but not too comfortable. I want ya just like this when I get back,” He said with a grin, “I’ll call you when I’m done and we’ll decide dinner.”

“Sure thing, Baby~”

She made sure to speak her words with a slight seductive purr, laying across the bed with her hand under her chin.

The man breathed a heavy sigh as he reached for the door, giving her body another long and lingering glance. If he believed in that kind of thing, he’d be thanking the fucking gods for his self restraint at this very moment. He couldn’t take his eyes off of her delicious form, thinking about all of the things that he could be doing with her instead of leaving for the day. All the meetings that he’ll be sitting through, the phone calls he’ll be handling, when he could just be in bed with her screaming his name again.

He shook his head, clicking his tongue and throwing open the door before he could change his mind.

“You’re playing a dangerous game, Baby. I’ll tell ya that much,” He said with a chuckle.

Violet laughed, blowing him a kiss with a flash of that same beautiful smile that he loved.

With another small glance in her direction on his way out the door, he made sure to burn the image of her in bed in his memory for later. He might have been stalling a bit too much, but he was never the man that let go easily. His stubbornness won out every single time, especially when it had to do with her. He might not admit it out loud, but he had a soft spot for her already.

As he was walking out the door, he made one last comment to her that had her head perking up a little bit from the spot she lay.

“You play your cards right, and I might just bring ya home next time.”

She saw his eyes for just one last second before the door closed, and she only barely saw the smile that he gave. With her heart thudding in her chest, she waited to hear the sound of his footsteps falling down the hall, before falling back down onto her back. There was a long pause, one that stretched out over several seconds until there was no doubt that he was already in the elevator, on his way down.

Slowly, a smile stretched onto her face, until her cheeks practically hurt. She finally let the giggles slip from her lips, no longer concerned with how loud she sounded or how bright her cheeks burned. The emotions crept onto her until it practically consumed her. Not a single thing could ruin her good mood, and she wasn’t in the headspace to think too clearly about her actions. All that she could do was lie there with her heart fluttering in her chest and an excited smile on her face.

This arrangement was turning out to be something way more than she had ever bargained for, and she sure as hell was not complaining.

And little did she now… she wasn’t the only one.

[milkystrawsenpai]

Since I can’t ever write an actual fic im just going to idea dump on you guys, sorry. I’m obsessed with Mitsuya rn.

tw: age gap

Slight NSFW

friends with Runa and Mana for a while, more than a few years, but you never saw Takashi that often because he was 10 years older and often at work or with his Toman buddies, so you never thought much of him. Walking home later a night from your part time job, some shady dudes approach you and try to make a move. Ew obviously, the leader tries to grab you and you push him away and kick him out of instinct, now you got 5 delinquent dudes surrounding you. The leader tears your shirt when he grabs you and throws you on the floor. you here a brrbrsorbsoommmmmmm in the distance, but you're too distracted by the dude's fist raise about to hit you... before you know it here comes Takashi on his noisy little bike crashing into the leader head first. He confronts them and he hands you his jacket to cover yourself and your ripped shirt. You look away for a split second then back to see whats happening and every single one of them lying face down totally fucked up. His back is towards you and you can see the fire coming off him, but he turns to you with a genuine smile and extends a hand to you. Still in shock you find yourself on the back of his bike on the way to house. When you reach his house it seems familiar... like oh shit this is where runa and mana live??? a mistake right??? Until the two girls come running out the front door saying Taka Nii!!! We heard your bike from a mile away- eh? y/n?? what are you doing with Taka Nii? It took you a whole minute to process that this was the infamous Takashi Mitsuya, the infamous older brother of your best friends. He turns and said "huh dont remember me? well i could never forget my sister's precious friends. Now come inside, let me find you some clothes while i patch up your shirt" ..

Scenario 2

You are about two years older than Runa and Mana and they think the world of you. It makes you blush when they comment on how smart you are or good at things you are, even if you're not and they just don't know any better. They look up to you as a college student which is why they beg and beg and beg you to help them study for interest exams. They're so helpless, how could you say no? You arrive at their house at the planned time but you receive a text from they saying they passed a dessert shop that was having a sale and those two couldnt pass up the opportunity. They instructed you to let yourself in and you could wait in Runa's room. How awkward, but its even creepier to be waiting outside their house. You grab a glass of water sighing as you enter the next room over heading towards the stairs. "Mana and Runa aren't home yet" you jolt and your head snaps around to see Taka, sitting there on the couch. Obviously startled you lose your balance and stumble backwards, spilling water all over yourself. "oho you've made a mess now" He leaves for just a brief moment coming back with one of his T-shirts. It smells so good, just like him. "come with me" without thinking about it, you follow him to his room where he turns around to face the corner to give you some privacy as you change... a very shy "thank you" comes off your lips. He pats your head and says "no problem" ... breaking the tension, your stomach growls. of course, you're starving... in between classes you haven't eaten all day. You wait in his room as he brings up some various snacks including his home made cake. It was delicious, but this idiot only brought one fork. didnt seem to bother him as he had no problem using his hands like an animal. But seeing his slender fingers, covered in frosting, connected to *HIM* ... now that made you an animal... your body is moving faster than your brain at this point and pull his fingers in your mouth. mmmm you cant decide whats more delicious, the frosting or the stupid face he's making. He *was not prepared for that* Y/N- chan.... you realize that Runa and Mana are my little sisters, that makes me 10 years older than you, you don't have to do this. (might exclude from my fantasy because idk if that part is weird or not) You couldn't even say anything at all before you're straddling him at the end of the bed. his hands on the small of your back to hold you steady. You can feel his growing erection in his pants which only made you wanna grind on him more... "are you sure about this Y/N.. I won't be able to hold back if its you.." ..."please, do it" its almost a whine. Next thing you know he flips positions so youre on the bed this time staring up at him. "you asked for this" he rips the buttons off your shirt and you gasp from the little thrill "dont worry, i can sew them back on later" WHY DOES THAT MAKE YOU SO WET, no idea but it does. His hands cup your face and he guides your mouth open with his thumb before your close your lips on it. He is just revved up by the sight. "baby that feels so good, how but your pretty lips try sucking on something else"

[eleventhform-deadcalm]

Giyu-san is the type of man I want to bite just to get a reaction out of him. But then I look into his eyes and feel bad about the impulse because it's akin to kicking a puppy.

"Is that so?!" He backs you up against a wall and slams his hand down by your head. "You think I'm a soft puppy, do you?!" He leans in closer to your face. "You got it wrong princess." Giyu leans in fully into your neck, presses his lips against your skin and bites.