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[majestyeverlasting]

Hi!! Could you write for Bucky prompts 4 and 26??

♡ Hi, Anon!! I love this prompt pairing so much! Thank you for requesting this, and for waiting on me to get around to it! In this one, Bucky and the reader visit a park in Brooklyn that stirs up some nostalgic memories. But what he doesn't know is that, later that night, he'll learn that he's going to be a father. There's some pretty fall imagery and lots of sweet moments. I hope you like it! (Note: this isn’t canon regarding Bucky’s true age)

♡ Prompt 4: "Remember we used to come here when we were kids?"

♡ Prompt 26: “I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I? You’re really pregnant?”

All I Ever Wanted

There was a crispness to the evening air as the beginnings of fall settled within Brooklyn. The trees of Prospect Park, once green, were slowly transitioning into rich shades of orange and red. As you and Bucky walked along one of the pathways, leaves crunching beneath your shoes, there was an absence of car engines and horns—it was peaceful. All there was to be heard was chirping birds, the soft chatter of other park-goers, and the occasional whir of a cyclist’s wheels whenever one passed by.

Upon reaching a wooden bridge, the gentle sound of flowing water emerged as well. Beneath it, was a slender waterfall that fed into a small pond with dead leaves floating on the surface. Bucky wrapped an arm around your waist as the two of you admired it from over the railing. Somehow the whole day, including that moment itself, had managed to feel like a dream.

The two of you hadn’t been to Prospect Park in what felt like forever. Life had a way of sweeping you up in winds of responsibility that kept you from enjoying moments of stillness. But those winds had since drifted elsewhere, leaving the two of you with the freedom to simply be. Venturing out into nature and away from the noise had been Bucky’s suggestion earlier that morning. There was no place like the outdoors that was capable of soothing the soul.

“Look, doll,” he said eventually. Your eyes followed where his free hand pointed.

On one of the big rocks peeking out of the water below, a yellow butterfly had perched itself on a rock. “Yeah, I see it. It’s so pretty.” You smiled when he gave you a gentle squeeze.

“You know what butterflies symbolize?” You met his gaze, willing for him to continue. “Life and new beginnings,” he said, pressing a kiss to your temple.

For a fraction of a second, you froze. You’d managed to keep yourself collected for the entirety of the day, but hearing those words quickened your heartbeat. Enough so that you became all the more reminded of what he didn’t know—not yet.

That morning, as he spoke to you through the bathroom door about going to Prospect Park, you’d been staring at a positive pregnancy test. You barely had enough breath to agree to the outing. And when he’d asked if you were okay, you told him you were fine, but left out the fact that your lives would be changing forever in the months to come.

The two lines on the stick explained weeks worth of your body trying to communicate to you. It explained that deep sense of knowing that refused to go away. To say that you wanted to merely tell Bucky would’ve been the largest understatement of your lifetime. With all the emotions that stirred within you, you wanted to scream, cry, and jump at the same time.

A voice within you encouraged you to make the moment you told Bucky really special and intimate. Especially considering every turn that his life had taken over the years. So you vowed to wait until the two of you arrived home from your evening at the park.

“Life and new beginnings,” you repeated. You were already aware that such was associated with butterflies, but hearing him say it in that moment carried a certain magnitude. “I love the sound of that.”

Later, after walking further, you found yourselves nestled on one of the benches overlooking the lake. The water sparkled in the warm light of the sun as it prepared to set. A couple men stood peppered along the bank fishing. Children giggled as they chased after each other. Paired with the fall trees and colors all around, it was nothing short of a beautiful scene.

You let your head rest on Bucky’s shoulder, and took his real hand in yours to play with his fingers. There was a time, years ago, when the two of you would play along that same lake—throughout the whole park, actually.

You were the first to speak after a while, “Remember we used to come here when we were kids?” You straightened up from his shoulder to look at him.

“Of course I do,” he said, a smile starting on his face. “Especially during the summer. We’d always try to find open fire hydrants to play in after we left. And if we were lucky, our mom’s would let us get ice cream or shaved ice,” he recounted, chuckling. “Those were the days.”

You shook your head. “I know. Now look at us.” About to have a child of our own, you thought.

“Yup. Time flies when you’re having fun,” he said, casting out a brief look around at the serenic evening. Then he focused back on you, his tone shifting, “Are you okay?”

“Yeah...” you tried not to answer too fast. “Why?”

Bucky narrowed his eyes a bit and gave a shrug. “I don’t know, I can just tell that something’s on your mind—ever since this morning,” he noted. “But you have yet to tell me what that something is, pretty girl.”

It took everything not to tell him right then and there, as you sat under a blue and orange sky in the park you knew like the back of your hand.

You offered him half a smile. “I’m that easy to read?”

He lifted a shoulder. “Not necessarily. I’ve been reading you for a long time so it’s easy.” You allowed yourself to chuckle when he playfully quirked his brows. “So am I gonna have to work really hard to coax it out of you?”

You shook your head earnestly. “I promise I'll tell you when we get home… I have something to show you.”

On your way out of the park, there was a mama duck waddling under a tree with her ducklings trailing behind her.

It wasn’t until after you and Bucky made it back to your apartment, and had changed into something comfortable, that you told him you were ready. He sat on the edge of the bed as you went to retrieve the small gift box holding the pregnancy test. It was a miracle that you had had enough supplies left over from birthdays and holidays to be able to make it look as presentable as it did.

You extended it to him from a couple feet away. So much anticipation had built within you that you felt light, and as though you were buzzing.

Bucky accepted the box, and looked up at you. There was a sparkle in his blue eyes. “Why are you standing a mile away from me? C’mere.” You inched closer, and laughed when he pulled you to stand more so between his spread legs.

As he began to undo the white ribbon on the box, your lower lip was secured between your teeth. It seemed as though he was moving entirely too slow and fast at the same time.

As soon as he popped the lid off to reveal the pregnancy test sitting on top of little strips of crinkled, beige paper strips, your heartbeat sped up. Bucky’s attention lingered on the test. When he finally looked up, his gaze attested to the influx of thoughts that had been sparked into motion within his mind.

“I’m not reading this thing wrong, am I?” He briefly looked back down to stick again. Two lines. “You’re really pregnant?”

A smile broke across your face. With the news out, it felt as though you were uncaging a group of birds that had been longing for freedom for way too long. Before you could say anything else, Bucky set the box aside and stood to press his lips to yours. You stumbled back at the intentness in which he gripped your waist. It was a kiss that you felt every part of him through; his love, his passion, his warmth. And an intoxicating mix of joy and expectation.

He pulled away just enough to speak. “We’re gonna be parents?” His breath fanned over your lips. Then he leaned back in to kiss you once more, a soft peck. “You’re carrying our child?”

Bucky’s hands slipped under your shirt, and the feeling of palms against your skin was pleasant in the best way. One was cooler than the other, but they were both gentle and reverent.

“Yes,” you breathed. “I found out this morning.”

He scratched gently at your stomach, sending a shiver through you. “You managed to keep it to yourself the whole day. That’s what was on your mind?” He kissed you again.

“You have no idea how bad I wanted to tell you. No idea.” You brought your hands up to his cheeks, the budding stubble scratchy against your palms. “But I wanted to wait until we came back from Prospect.”

Bucky released a breath after a few beats of silence. “I don’t even know what to say,” he said, voice low. “This is so crazy—a good crazy.”

“I know. I’m happy and terrified at the same time,” you admitted. “I’ve never felt this way in my entire life, but it feels….”

“Good,” he finished.

A laugh escaped you. “Yeah.”

Seconds later, he was getting down onto his knees to be level with your stomach. It wasn’t until he lifted your shirt to press a kiss to your stomach that the reality of the moment set in. For the first time since learning about your pregnancy, tears slipped down your cheeks.

Bucky heard you sniffle, and stood back up to take your hands in his. “This is all I ever wanted, you know that, doll?” A few tears had come to the waterline of his eyes. “A beautiful wife, a family. This is all something I thought I’d never have.”

You sniffled again, nodding. “You deserve everything,” you murmured.

“I have my everything right in front of me.”

Without waiting another moment, you wrapped your arms around his waist and squeezed him tighter than you had in a while. Parents. The two of you were going to be parents.

-

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[capsironunderoos]

“Let It Snow”

DINCEMBER - December 9 - “Let It Snow”

Din Djarin (The Mandalorian) x Reader

Summary: Thundersnow wakes up the Djarin household in the middle of the night.

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: None!

Author’s Note: Okay! I’m slowly but surely working on getting caught up for @dindjarindiaries​ Dincember! I know this bit is pretty short, but I wanted to get something out there for you guys. I hope to be fully caught up within the next two days or so. Anyways! I hope you enjoy!

Here’s the previous prompt: DINCEMBER - December 7 - Fire

And the link to my masterlist: capsironunderoos masterlist

The loud crack of thunder just outside your window rouses you from your slumber, causing you to sit up suddenly in your bed at the sound of it. 

The sheets are thrown haphazardly around you, the telltale sign of a rough night’s sleep, and you note that the other side of the bed is empty. 

Your mind starts to wander, and worry settles into the pit of your stomach like a rock. 

You notice then that the door of your shared bedroom is opened, and you note that the small cabin you share with your boys is eerily quiet. 

Deciding to investigate, you slowly ease out of your bed, your feet hitting the cold tile floor as you grab the flashlight and blaster from the drawer in your nightstand. 

You debate on calling out for Din, but quickly decide against it. If, for some reason, someone, or something, has broken into your home, the last thing you want to do is alert them to your presence. 

Just as you start to walk through the door of your bedroom, a loud shuffle and rustling of cloth stops you in your tracks. 

You slink back against the wall beside the door, blaster pressed to your chest as you await the intruder. 

When a few moments pass and nothing happens, you slowly peek your head out of the door, and upon seeing only an empty, dark hallway, cut the light of your flashlight on. 

The bright beam immediately lands on Grogu, who is standing in the hallway and sniffling, as if he’d been crying. The sudden light scares him, and he begins to wail. 

“Oh, oh little one I am so sorry,” you do your best to tuck your blaster into the waistband of your pajamas before you bend down to scoop the small child into your arms. 

He immediately clings to the material of your shirt, burying his face into your chest as his cries begin to subside. 

“Where is your papa?” You question, and at the mention of his father’s name, Grogu lifts his head to look at you with as much curiosity as you are sure is written on your own features. 

Although, your nerves are somewhat settled at the child’s response. 

If something serious had happened to Din you had a feeling Grogu would have known about it. 

“C’mon, you can stay with me until he comes back,” you offer, and the child smiles widely in the glow of the light emitting from the flashlight. 

You laugh quietly as you enter your bedroom once more, stopping at the window to move the curtain and look outside. 

“Would you look at that? Thundersnow.” You state, and Grogu follows your gaze out the window. 

Soft snow has begun to coat the ground surrounding the cabin, and you can only imagine the scene it paints onto the frame of your house, and you imagine your sweet home, full of memories and love, on the front of a Life Day card. 

Your moment of thought is interrupted when another loud crack of thunder erupts from the sky, and at the sound, Grogu squeals and buries his face back into your shirt. 

“Oh, I see the problem now. Was that you making all of that noise earlier? Were you getting out of bed to come find us?” 

He lets out a whine in response, and you chuckle at his actions. 

“It can’t hurt you, my sweet, you’re safe here.” 

As you speak you move back over to your bed, sitting the flashlight and the blaster on top of the nightstand, instead of inside of it. Even though you feel that Din is okay, it is safer to leave them out until you are sure. 

You do your best to climb back under the covers without fully covering Grogu as he continues to rest in your arms. 

Once you are comfortable, sitting against your pillow that’s been moved to rest between your back and the headboard, you begin to gently rub the top of Grogu’s head, moving between massaging the small wrinkles there and then his sweet little ears. He hums in contentment, and crawls so that he is laying directly on top of you. 

You note the small smile on his lips and can’t help but mimic his actions at the sight. 

Your boys deserve nothing but unwarranted and unlimited happiness, and you would willingly spend the rest of your life making sure that was what they got. 

“There you are,” you hear from the doorway of your room, and you and Grogu both look to see Din leaning against the doorframe. 

He’s wearing his pajamas, a simple black shirt and a pair of shorts, and holding a small cup of milk, which you assume to be warm. 

“I’ve been looking everywhere for you, you little womp rat,” at the teasing nickname, Grogu lets out a peal of delighted laughter and extends his hands in the direction of his papa. 

Din laughs, and you can feel your cheeks flush at the sound of it. 

You’re so in love with everything about him, and all you can do is smile dreamily in his direction as he makes his way to the bed. 

The mattress shifts as he climbs under the covers, scooting over so that he is sitting directly beside you, legs touching as he opens his arms to Grogu. 

“Okay kid,” he prompts, and the child doesn’t hesitate to crawl into Din’s lap. 

“Traitor,” you whisper, and both Din and Grogu laugh but continue to situate themselves together. 

Din steadies himself against his own pillow, copying your position, before situating Grogu on his lap. When he is sure the child is ready, he hands him the cup of warm milk and Grogu does not hesitate to immediately begin gulping it down. 

“Easy there, kiddo,” Din warns through chuckles, and all you can do is watch the two of them interact. 

Their connection is so special, and you have heard the stories of their life together before they met you and settled down. 

Your hand suddenly finds Din’s dark brown curls, slowly combing through them as you smile at him. 

He turns to you, seeing the tears sitting against your waterline as you carefully card your fingers through his hair. 

“Cyare, what’s wrong?” He asks, trying not to sound worried so that the child won’t become alarmed, as if that little green monster could be worried about anything besides the cup of milk he is currently downing. 

Your hand moves from his hair to his cheek, and your thumb rubs at the skin and facial hair there. 

“I don’t know what I ever did to deserve this, to deserve you,” you whisper, and Din’s smile is so sickeningly sweet that you know you would have cavities just from kissing him. 

“You deserve this and so much more, cyar’ika,” he responds, and a single tear falls from your eyes and onto your cheek. 

He continues to smile as he moves his hand to catch it. 

“C’mere,” he prompts, and he pulls you in for the softest kiss you have ever shared with him. 

When you pull away, Din is quick to place a kiss to the tip of your nose, and you laugh at his actions. 

“It’s actually the other way around, you know,” he starts, and you furrow your eyebrows at him. 

“How so?” 

“After everything I’ve done? I’m the last person to deserve you, or the kid, or this life.” 

“No, no, you deserve so much more, so much that I will never be able to give you.” 

He searches your eyes for a second before kissing you once more. 

“I love you,” he whispers, and you nod. 

“I love you.” 

A loud burp from the child pulls the two of you out of your trance, and you both look down at him to see him already staring at you. 

His eyes have grown heavy, and he moves to snuggle into your lap now. You reach over and pull him into your chest as Din takes the empty cup from him and sits it on his bedside table. 

“Don’t think I didn’t notice your blaster over there,” he whispers, and you quietly laugh. 

“Anything to protect my boys,” you respond, and Din’s smile grows wider, if that’s even possible. 

The both of you begin to slide down under the covers so that you can return to your night of rest when another loud pop of thunder makes Grogu jump under the covers between you. 

“Doesn’t show signs of stoppin’ does it, kid?” Din asks, and Grogu coos in response. 

You giggle and pull him out from under the sheets and into your chest as you finally find a comfortable spot on the bed. Din follows suit, wrapping his arms around you so that the child is sleeping soundly between each of your chests. 

Din presses a kiss to your forehead, and then to the top of Grogu’s head before he lays back on his pillow. 

“Well, I say let it snow, as long as I can stay right here forever,” you whisper as an answer to Din’s earlier question for Grogu. 

“I couldn’t have said it better myself, cyare.”

Here’s the next prompt for Dincember:

DINCEMBER - December 11 - “Christmas (Baby Please Come Home)”

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[min-chery]

Whiskey and smoke | KTH & PJM

Pairing: Taehyung / Named OC / Jimin

Rating: 16+

Warnings: Bartender Taehyung!au / Rich Jimin!au / vague mentions of sexual assault / drinking / smoking / Written in OC's POV

Summary: She has been bound to follow orders all through her life. Living a life of restraint, Taehyung had become her only source of relief. And one day, he and a very handsome stranger from the bar take a decision that rocks her damned world.

Word count: 2.9k

I swirl the amber liquid in the glass. Pegs after pegs of whiskey already In my system. It does me more good than harm. Has been doing it for the past 4 years.

It has become my companion over the years. I don't lose myself it. Never will. I find myself when have it by my side. I find the confidence I crave for. The world becomes brighter than it ever possibly could.

The bartender keeps a close eye on me, his lips forming a pout. He's sometimes the only one who cares about me. And I'll gladly indulge myself knowing I'm not unwanted.

"I'm alright Tae. It's not my first time drinking." I wave him off.

"That's why I'm worried, noona. Another family gathering?" He inquires.

"Hmm. And a few important clients from his company."

"You should tell them this isn't the life you want, Val. You're drinking yourself to death at this rate."

"It's not that easy." I sigh.

"It is that easy. You've never tried to know that." He whispers harshly.

"Don't act as if you care." I sneer. He talks as if it's that easy to confront them. Them. My manipulative parents.

"I do care, okay! You think I asked you out thrice because I don't care? All you've done those times was throw the same shitty excuse at my face. You won't understand how much I care, Valeria. You're too drunk to even try and understand how hard I'm trying to see you as just a bestfriend when we know we both are not just that." He looks disappointed in me for the first time and it breaks my heart. I look straight into his eyes without letting myself waver and he stares with the same intensity. He finally gives up, slamming the shaker on the counter before heading to the other side of the bar.

To hear him call me by name and not 'noona' or 'Val' makes me almost tear up. I sniffle, pulling my hair towards my face. The world blurs and the scenes from my first time meeting him take over.

It was in high school I first saw him. My bestfriend introduced me to this club. Back then this building had been used as a hangout spot for people interested in motorsports. Jungkook and I sneaked out from school on multiple occasions to meet with the people here. It was everything I had ever wished for. I had nothing to hide about among those people. Didn't have to pretend who I was. There was always free alcohol here. And the first time Jungkook brought me here, a guy had draped his arm over my bestfriend's shoulder and said "Who have you brought here with you, Jungkookie?"

He had smiled so wide at me, I wondered for a second if I was in heaven. How could someone have been so beautiful and been a human?

Jungkook had introduced us to each other and left us alone to get along. And we did. We got along so well and so fast, we were surprised. He talked my ear off about a girl he loved. Narrated so many stories about their happy life together. They sounded so happy and in love, that it struck me like a flash of lightning when he said she cheated on him multiple times. His eyes that had been scrunched up in a smile all afternoon and had suddenly taken a glossy sheen to them.

It had been the first time I had seen a man cry. I remember wondering if I could ever soothe him. If I could see him smile once again that day. But he recovered pretty quick. He had found something else to hold onto and love. Motor racing.

The sound of a throat clearing rings beside me and I lift up my face to look at the person. A man about my age peers at me from above his glass of scotch. There's a slight hint of a smile on his lips as if he's watched the previous conversation with Tae and finds our little fight amusing.

I sniffle and glare at him, which only makes him smile more openly. He sets down the glass on the counter and wipes the liquid off his plump lips with the back of his palm.

"Don't worry about him. He'll come around soon." He says, voice gentle and laced with a teasing smile.

"And I don't need a stranger telling me that about my bestfriend." I snicker. It makes a foul emotion crawl through my skin. To see an outsider talk about Tae, my Tae, as if he knows him better than I do.

"My my I should've probably introduced myself first. I'm Park Jimin. Taehyung's roommate." The smirk that's settled on the man's lips is so frustrating, it makes me want to punch him square in the nose.

"Do you smoke?" He asks. For once it feels like he's not mocking me. I nod, placing my hand in his when he extends it.

It's then I realize that I'm following a man that I've met for the first time outside. Beneath the arrogance, he seems like a gentleman by the way he's curled his fingers around mine. A fragility in the way he handles me.

We walk a few blocks away from the club. Music from the place we just left still faintly following us. Jimin then sits on the clean sidewalk, looking at me to sit down too. And I do. Sitting so close to him, I take to opportunity to really absorb his features into my brain. 'He's beautiful' is the conclusion my mind comes to.

He holds out a cigarette, waiting for me to put it between my lips. I part my lips open for him to do so. He gulps before doing so and then proceeds to take out his lighter. The orange light the flame produces shines on his face making him look handsome in a different way.

His eyes lift up from the cancer stick in my mouth to my eyes and fall back on my lips. He's quickly moving away from me as if he's scared of the effect I would have on him.

I take in puffs of the smoke, let it fill my lungs with the toxins. I still don't understand why it relieves me, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't. It's just as good of a friend of mine as is the alcohol.

"So you're the one who's been hooking up with Tae for so long." He says, pushing away the silence that had engulfed us. I nod, letting out the smoke I'd held in my mouth.

"I've known Tae my whole life. And I've seen him cry only a handful of times. The first time was back in high school. When he cut his ex-girlfriend out of his life. For good." He grits out the final part, eyes unfocused as he recollects his memories.

"And then a couple of years later. When you told him about your family. He didn't tell me anything other than how he thinks they're the shittiest people in your life. Didn't go into much detail about it. Just cried in my arms all night until he fell asleep." He's now looking at me with a soft look in his eyes.

"He told me he loved you that night. I always teased him about this Valeria who had his heart. Still has it. The last time I saw him cry was when you rejected him. The first time." I remember that day, I considered it the worst moment of my life. And Jimin wasn't the only one that saw him cry that day.

I woefully smile, feeling a lump in my throat grow bigger. Taking another long drag of the cigarette, I flick it onto the road. It doesn't fall far from me though. Jimin is stretching towards it and tossing it into a waste bin close by without lifting his ass up. He's smirking once again, winking at me. I laugh at his attempt to impress me with his aiming skills.

"They are shitty people. My family. I'm only something they use for their publicity stunts. Attending their business parties, walking around in rich gowns for the men to see. They never for once asked me what I wanted. All they've done is throw things at me and demand at me to be what they wanted me to be." I laugh, but it's anything but with happiness.

"I've abandoned my dreams to be a living doll for those people. I've had strangers my father's age run their filthy hands over my body. And he watched, that man. Watched his friends make his daughter feel like dirt. Can still feel the fingers of the guy my dad wants me to marry on my bare back from just hours ago." My voice cracks, tears no longer being able to be held within the confines of the waterline. As they tumble down my cold cheeks, I wrap my arms around myself. Feeling naked in my backless dress.

Jimin rustles beside me, shrugging his blazer down his shoulders and wraps it over me. He giving me an apologetic look which I wave off. I'm too tired to deal with the problems in my life.

"Why won't you agree to be Tae's girlfriend when you love him? The guy your dad chose is obviously a pathetic excuse of a man."

"I'm not the kind who stand up for themselves. I kept telling him that I'll never be able to turn down my father's order if he asks me to marry a rich businessman. I'd have to cut Taehyung out of my life and I can't do that to him. He deserves someone way better than that." I sniffle, wiping my face free of the moisture. Jimin's letting my words sink in, thinking of a response.

"Look, I've not had a great family either. Left them behind when I was really young. I let them know how forcing their decisions on me was not worth losing me. So, I understand how you must feel. But it's always nice to have someone fight for you, fight the whole world with you. And with Taehyung in your life, I don't know if there is anyone who'll be as careful with your heart as he is."

"Stop trying to set me up with him." I laugh.

"Just saying." He replies, his eyes closed into crescents as he joins in my laughter.

"Got another cigarette?" I ask as I move in closer to him. He worriedly looks at me and then nods. Once again lighting it up, he places it between my lips.

I take in a long drag and hold the smoke in my mouth. I watch Jimin gulp as I move in even closer to him. I blow it to his face, his eyes growing hooded as he looks at me through the toxic air. I pass the stick to him, asking him to do the same. He follows along, hollowing out his cheeks and blowing it to my face.

It makes my core thrum from the intensity of the scene. A hand with the number '13' tatted on the wrist holding a cigarette and the puff of smoke encasing the two of us. We've come incredibly close to each other, faces just centimeters away. He's slowly leaning in, eyes locked on my lips as mine on his. Our noses brush, a spark going straight to my brain.

I shift my head to the side, eyeing his soft ears. I lift up a finger to gently tug at the earring, toying with it as I breathe in his cologne. The soft flesh of his earlobe tend me irresistible and pull me in to press a kiss there.

Jimin's arms have wound themselves around me, his nose buried in my hair as I kiss his ear. Somehow, my mind has deemed him a safe place. Him being Taehyung's roommate playing a large role in my trust in the man I've met for the first time today.

"Val! Jimin-ah! Is that you two?!" Taehyung calls out, rushing towards us. I jump up from the sidewalk, walking towards him with Jimin trailing behind. As Taehyung nears us, he opens his arms. My eyes blur with unfallen tears and I smash into his chest.

He wraps himself around me, forming a protective embrace. I fist his black shirt at his chest, cuddling and making myself smaller in his arms. His hands run through the length of my hair, his cheek smushed at the top of my head. He's my warmth on a cold night and without him, I'd fall into a pit of eternal winter.

"I'm sorry, Val." He says, not letting go of me and I'm glad he didn't. I wasn't ready to leave his embrace yet.

"You had a tough time and came to the club for some relief and me being a dumbass lectured you." He says against my hair.

"Don't call yourself a dumbass." I pout, weakly hitting at his chest. His laughter fills my ears, along with Jimin's quiet chuckle. I look up at Jimin from where I'm buried in Tae's torso. He looking at us with newfound adoration.

"I'm sorry though." He mumbles.

" 's okay."

I'm being moved away from Taehyung's chest after a minute, but still held towards him by my waist. Taehyung looks at Jimin, a quiet conversation between them. And Jimin walks closer to the two of us, his hands going around Taehyung's shoulder.

"Hi baby." Jimin coos, making a faint red dust across Taehyung's cheeks. Jimin then places a kiss on his lips, a quick peck before they're both looking at me.

"I've been wanting to tell you something noona." Taehyung starts, his hands tightening around me.

"I and Jiminie have been roommates since high school. And we've decided to move to The States."

It hits me like a flash of lightning when he says so. He's moving away. Far away from me. And somehow it invokes a deep fear in me. Jungkook also moved to the US after college. I feel dizzy realizing I'd be left alone in the hands of my family. And I'd rather die than let that happen.

"Tae..." I whisper, the tears running down my cheeks almost instantly. His eyebrows pinch in worry, hands holding my face. His thumb brushes my cheekbones, catching the tears as they fall.

"I found an amazing photography program at one of the colleges and it fit right in my budget. I won't even have to get a student loan for it. It was our dream remember? Me taking photography while you took business courses." I nod. I remember talking about it right after we hooked up for the first time. I had laid on his chest, his arms holding me as close to him as possible.

"We're both being stagnant in our lives, Val. How long do you think we can keep hooking up? You're going to leave me behind the second you get engaged to a stranger." His eyes are filling up in pain.

"I'm coming with you, Tae. I'll suffocate here without you. Don't leave me, Tae. Don't leave me." I'm sobbing hard in his arms, clutching hard at his waist as if it would stop him from going away.

Jimin moves in, taking both me and Tae into his arms. He places a gentle kiss on both of our foreheads.

"We'll take you with us if you want, moonlet. You've got a week to yourself before we move. You can take some time and think about this decision, alright? We need you to be sure you want to come with us." he speaks benignly.

"I don't need more time. I want to come with you." I say with determination.

"That's good, Val. Jiminie will take good care of us. He's got a huge apartment in New York. Got a shit ton of money. He's really kind too. And god the things his dick makes you feel." Taehyung groans, throwing his head back and then breaking into laughter. Jimin and I join in, basking in the warmth his smile provides. We both love this adorable boy with a boxy smile and I'm sure it is seen in our eyes.

"You're making me sound like a sugar daddy, you idiot." Jimin says, hitting him softly at the back of his head.

"It is true though." Tae laughs. "Looks like lover boy's starting to feel things for you, noona."

Jimin blushes, trying to stand tall and not shying from our collective gaze. In the end, he gives up, stuffing his face in the crook Taehyung's neck.

"He doesn't have a problem with polyamory too. He's the full package, this guy." he smiles, ruffling Jimin's hair.

We don't stay there for long after our conversation. We head to Jimin and Taehyung's apartment and I stay the night. We all spend time getting to know each other better. Me and Jimin bond very fast, learning we're both similar in a lot of ways. I and Tae let Jimin in on our stories from years ago. I and Jimin even kiss for the first time that night, leaving us warm and blushing.

As the night progresses and we lay in each other's arms on the living room floor, I realize I'm being given another chance at life. Maybe running away from the people who birthed you isn't the best way to start your life again. But it feels good. To finally leave behind the toxicity. In a week's time, I'll be free. And I intend on making the most out of my life after.

#books & libraries #writers #writing #wattpad #bts fanfiction #btsboys #bts fanfic #bts wattpad #wattpad writer #bts taehyung #taehyung fanfic #bts jimin #jimin fanfic

[ohmy7hearts]

why would you promise when you know promises are bound to be broken

when the sky kisses the earth: 1

Summary: There are some things which are fated to be and others forced into submission by people with the power to do so. You believed you were fated to join the survey corps and meeting Eren. But was the world fated to feel his wrath? You could stop him, but would you? Would you sacrifice the security it would bring to the boy in your arms with the familiar teal eyes and not even a year old?

Pairings: Eren Yeager x Fem!Reader

Warnings: None, for now.

A/N: I really wanted to write a full length series before AOT ended. Seeing where the manga is now and the news of it only having one season left really prompted this series. Inspired by the AOT game - I wish they could have integrated your character into the final battle game.

AO3 Version // next

The necklace around your neck felt colder, heavier, like what one would imagine being wrapped around in cuffs - chained to the earth - and very much what slavery felt like with its restriction and a dead reminder that your life was starkly different from how you imagined it would be. 

“Cadet. Do you hear me?” It was like you were dunked into a basin of cold water - jarring you back to the bitter truth. And just like if you were underwater, everything else was muddled. 

 “Yes, sir!” You did a salute. Eyes never wavering from the spot on the wall - lighter than the rest from who knows what - and teeth gnawing on the bottom of your lips. It’s trembling so much and it scares you the longer you stand there. You could feel his gaze boring into you. Eyes trying to peel the facade you plastered on, insisting he sees the wavering heart to be served on a silver platter for him to be satisfied by your answer. Tears started lining your eyes and oh, God... Your mind reeled for a distraction. Eyes zeroing on that spot. What if it’s the instructor’s doing? Maybe the instructor chipped off that part of the wall. Maybe he found the wood splintering and was so annoyed by the sight of it that he tore it off until -

 “Dismissed.” 

 You dared not look away from that spot until you turned tail and scurried away from the room. 

 The air outside was much warmer and it filled your lungs with air that you could actually breathe. With the sun burning high and charged with screams of determination or desperation - you can’t really tell when you were in a similar state of disarray - you stepped towards the training grounds. Stopped. You were supposed to be returning to training but nothing matters. It never did. When loss would be what you faced in the end. 

 Suddenly, the air that you could breathe choked you and poison seeped into your body. Trembling lips couldn’t hold back the sobs as your feet carried you away from that godforsaken room. It hurts so much. Hurt from the very core of your soul. Tears blurring your vision and your feet failing. Falling and failing. You tumbled to your hands and knees. Gasping for air through your constricting throat, you wanted to get away. Hide! Hide. Where no one can see you. Where no one can hear you. 

 Your arms gave way. Head buried on the ground, no sound escaped you. You shut your eyes through the tears. Your brain finally registered the lack of air in your lungs but you couldn’t. You need to breathe but you couldn’t. With every intake of breath, your body exhaled. And it was getting so hard to breathe. So hard. As hard as it was hurting. Your mind screamed at you. Breathe, breathe. What’s the point? You needed to but your body insisted on crying. 

 Crying was so pointless. Why are you crying? It can’t do anything. You won’t get back what you lost. 

 Hatred bubbled within you. Your eyes shot open. The air was stuck in your throat.

 The necklace was on the ground. Right in front of you. 

 “Here you go.” Your eyes focused on the necklace before flitting upwards, following the extended arm to find a familiar face and similar eyes. 

 You tilted your head, eyebrows frowning, a question on the tip of your tongue but he beat you to it with his soft smile, dimples showing on his cheeks. “It’s a little gift from me to you. I know your birthday was last week but it was hard trying to find this, you know!”

 You pouted, more questions on your mind, “You already gave me flowers for my birthday.”

 His smile disappeared before quickly giving way to laughter. “Let me spoil you a bit sis!”

 “Besides, flowers are going to die anyway, no matter how much you love them. They are going to wilt even if you put a lot of care into them.” He took a seat beside you, fingers grasping the pendant as you watch him in awe. “But this. This will last forever... And you’ll remember me no matter what. Even if I’m far away from you beyond the walls. And you can tell all your friends about how great of a brother I am.”

 There’s something in his eyes and his voice that you can’t quite put. And at that age, you never question him much. Everything he did, everything he said never ceases to amaze you. Sometimes you understand him but most of the times not really. The brother almost 7 years older than you with his head in books and a band of friends who join the army when they’re of legal age never stops. Stops to wonder and question nor stop to leave you proud.

 His laugh snapped you out of your reverie. And you watched because he was never around much and you really liked his laugh. The dimples on his face more because that means he’s smiling and when he’s smiling, you smiled too. You want to be like him one day.

 “Turn around, I’ll put this on you.” And he did, with such care and it felt like when a butterfly landed on your nose or the breeze by the river tickled your arms - so soft and barely there. And you wonder how your brother is the most amazing one out there. Even if he tripped a little too much, destroys more than he helps in the kitchen and forgets every now and then, he is still so kind! He grew the flower beds lining the house and taught you to caress the stray cat instead of grabbing it, walked with you through the woods and made you feel much safer when the trees started to morph into horrifying monsters. Even Mama said that he was amazing. And Papa was always so proud of him! You want to be like him one day…

 Like him…

 Dead.

 “Hey!” 

 Someone shook you to a sitting position. 

 Through the blurriness in your vision, you found teal eyes.

 Concern swam in his vision then shock when he saw your hands, bleeding. 

 How did that happen?

 “You’re bleeding! Let’s get you to the infirmary! Wait, we need to stop the bleeding first.” He worked fast to wrap your hands in his jacket. Face scrunched in concentration. Your lips started twitching. 

 “And who’s gonna take care of you when I’m away huh? I know I’m clumsy but you don’t have to follow in my footsteps. One mess of a person is enough in the family,” Your brother nagged as he cleaned your scratched and bleeding arm. “Take better care of yourself, okay sis?”

 “Hey, are you listening?” Teal eyes scrutinised your face. Hands now cupping your face to wipe the tears away. You’ve never heard him speaking so softly and your heart squeezed at that.

 “It won’t work.” 

 “Huh?” Your lips twitched more. 

 “I’ll need a smaller cloth to properly wrap my hands.”

 The disappearing frown came back tenfolds. “And I’m not a walking first aid kit! Let’s get you to the infirmary.” 

 “You can walk, right?” It could sound so demeaning. Especially when he towers over you with that burning gaze of his. But how could it be? When his voice was so soft - jarringly different from his previous defensiveness and his usual declares of murder - and hand extended to help you up.

 Your lips finally formed a smile, “Maybe I’d need some help getting there. I wouldn’t mind being carried.” 

 His eyebrows shot up but a teasing smirk formed on his lips, “If you got the energy to joke around, I’m pretty sure you can walk.” 

 Without a reply, he bent down. Crouching in front of you with his back towards you and arms outwards in a similar fashion.

 There were protests at the tip of your tongue. But you relented, crawling over his back. His arms grasping your thighs and situating you more comfortably on his back before he departed towards the infirmary building. 

 You hesitated to wrap your arms around his neck or lie your head on his shoulder and in that midst of hesitation, you saw it. A band of string going around his neck before disappearing under his shirt. A necklace.

 “Hmm? Yea, it was my father’s.” 

 Your eyes widened - unintentional for it to come tumbling out of your mouth. Just like before, the necklace weighed on your chest. And cold as it burned your skin and seeped into your bones. Tears forming on your waterline without you meaning to. 

 “Just lie down.” He whispered. “You’ll feel better afterwards.”

 You stared at the back of his head in contemplation. A beat passed. He squeezed the meat of your thighs. So, you listened. You wrapped your arms around him and buried your head into the crook of his neck. Trying to conceal your sobs and to hold back the tears. The warmth of his back and his smell comforted you in a way that you can’t place. Whether it be the desperation of your mind tricking you into it or some lucky coincidence, you didn’t dare question it any further. So you hugged him tighter.

 He unravelled you from his arms. His face scrunched up in worry and gone were the dimples. “Promise me, little sis. Promise me okay? You won’t do anything reckless and you’ll be here. You’ll stay here until I come back, okay? I won’t be long. I promise you, my dear little sis. I’ll come back to you. And we don’t have to worry about whatever is out there anymore and this ever happening again. You promise me that and I promise you… I promise that the titans would pay for this. So, do this for me okay? I can’t worry about you when I have to worry about myself.”

 He chuckled, tears streaming down his face, and voice wavering in tone and speed, “You know how clumsy I am so I have to be more careful and that means I can’t really worry about you when I’m out there. So be good for me like always and stay here okay? I promise I’ll be back soon.”

 “Promise?” Your pinky raised in between both of you. He lets out another airy chuckle but wrapped his pinky around yours nonetheless.

 He wrapped you in his arms and you felt safe, amidst all the screaming and crying for help and the world behind the walls burning under the depraved hands of titans.

 Titans.

 They did this; took away everything. Your home, your childhood, your parents then your brother.

 Titans.

 We’ll kill them all.

 The boy stopped. He tilted his head slightly to you as if pondering on whether he heard you correctly. Then, he looked up.

 “Yeah,” he faced sideways, seeing you in his peripheral, “we’ll kill them.”

#eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger imagine #eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger imagine #rslwrites #rslcreates #when the sky kisses the earth #eren x reader

[jksmoongf]

Kissing Fire [pt. 10]

Pairing: Jungkook x reader x girlfriend (oc) Genre: cheater!AU, angst, smut Wordcount: 6k Warning: smut, lies, heartbreak and more lies and maybe fluff if you squint

Summary: It always feels like there is only one person in the world to love. And then you find somebody else.

a/n: I don’t condone cheating on your s.o., so please don’t read if you have a problem with this! (also I’m not saying this is something Jungkook would actually do!) **a/n: It’s been a while since the last update but I had finals and studying was more important, so I’m sorry to keep people waiting! I’ve decided to make the remaining chapters a little shorter in hopes of updating more often. As always some feedback would be nice, my loves! 💗 Warning chapter 10: fluff (it’s like a needle in a haystack, you’ll have to look for it really hard), some angsty bits & smut (liiiight spanking, cum play (kinda???),  just some good ol’ vanilla sex (unprotected ofc), nothing crazy really)

Jungkook felt the heavyweight of Hana’s and Jimin’s eyes on him as he pretended to be busy on his phone. It was the last day of the ultimatum but he still hadn’t told them that he had already gone through with it; the fear of y/n wanting to break up with him was eating him up inside. What if his own inability of bravery caused him to lose both of the girls in his life on the same night? Surely,  42 hours and 13 minutes would be enough time for y/n to process the gnarly encounter in the hotel room but he had not heard a word from her since dropping her off - leaving all his attempts of talking to her unanswered. Slowly he was going crazy, his leg was rapidly bobbing up and down, checking his phone every five minutes only to see that everyone wanted to talk to him except for her. The 97-line group chat was unusually busy with everyone trying to find a small opening in their busy schedules to hang out for a few hours - but he was dreading seeing them and the inquiries about his girlfriend - if he still had one. He let out a sigh from deep within his chest as he closed the kakao-chat. 

The heel of Hana’s boot was tapping on the tiled floor in a steady rhythm, echoing loudly in his ears, overpowering the music Jimin had put on. His eyes darted to Jin who was waiting to get his hair and makeup done by the staff for tonight’s award show - he was completely clueless as were all the other members. It was still astounding to him that none of them had even gotten a whiff of what had been going on behind their backs but he was glad they didn’t. He was so emotionally drained from all the drama and sneaking around that he wasn’t sure if he could handle any more scolding, especially from his older brothers. “Jin, it’s your turn.” The sweet voice of their stylist made them all look up as she stuck her head into the room, a bright smile on her face. “Ah, finally.” The eldest got up with a groan, shoving his phone into his pocket. “Let’s get my handsome face Red Carpet ready.” He followed her into the other room where Hoseok and Namjoon were already getting their hair and makeup done. As soon as they were out of sight, Hana’s head snapped in his direction. “You know, you only have like 6 hours left until the deadline, so if I were you-” Jungkook shifted in his spot uncomfortably, palms getting sweaty. “I-it’s done…she knows and we’re broken up.” His voice was shaking ever so slightly, tears brimming at his waterline threatening to mess up his eye makeup. Saying it out loud for the first time hurt a lot more than he had imagined; he wasn’t made of stone, it affected him too - more than he liked to admit. After crying all night in his bed, he thought he had no more tears left to cry but he was wrong; every chance they got they would try to escape his eyes but he was hellbent on holding them hostage for the time being. “You did? When? Why didn’t you tell us?” Both of his friends were on the edge of the sofa, curiosity painted all over their shocked faces. “Yeah, it happened the same day.” His cheeks felt unbelievably hot, making him fan his face with his hand. “I needed time to process it, so I kept quiet.” “Jungkook, I’m proud of you for doing the right thing and coming clean to Yina.” Jimin sounded so sincere, making his whole body tense up. Jimin had no reason to be proud of him after all that he had done, yet his words struck a nerve deep within his core, tearing a hole into the poorly fixed floodgates of his heart. His lips contorted into a weak smile as his head bobbed in a small nod. Until now, he had given it no thought; he still didn’t know how she found out in the first place. Maybe it didn’t matter after all; she knew now and she would eventually be able to move on to someone who would treat her better than he ever did. “Yeah, you did good. Better late than never, Kook.” Hana agreed, her arm reaching over the coffee table to give his knee a light squeeze. “So how are things with y/n now? I bet she must be so happy.” Trying to hide his trembling bottom lip, his teeth sunk into it habitually. If only he knew how she felt about him now; making a mental note to ask one of the managers to give him a ride to her place after the schedule tonight. He had to see her, he had to know she was okay and that she still loved him. A funny feeling extended in his stomach; her brother wouldn’t be happy about a guy knocking on their door in the middle of the night but simply staring at her picture on his lock screen just wasn’t enough - he just had to go see her, nothing else mattered to him anymore.  “I think so.” He mumbled, wanting to hide the ugly details of the breakup and how shaken up y/n was after it all went down. His expectations had been too high, always thinking that once they were able to be together everything would be just rainbows and butterflies and nothing could stand in their way but the fear of the unknown was worse than anything he had ever imagined. 

“What do you mean-“ Jimin was interrupted by loud footsteps and a bright laugh, and only seconds later Taehyung came bouncing into the room happily, a few shopping bags in hand. “Tae!” His girlfriend’s mood seemed to lighten up the second he walked in, she jumped to her feet to give him a hug and a kiss. “How was it?” Excitedly she started looking through the bags that made her boyfriend be late, in hopes of finding a small gift for herself. 

Absentmindedly Jungkook listened to Taehyung talk about his shopping trip, about the old vintage camera he saw in some thrift store that he liked so much and what kind of food he ate at the market - only snapping out of it at the mention of her name. “Where is y/n?” Hana asked while trying on a few rings she had found in one of the bags. “She said, she had to go home to eat dinner with her brother.” Jungkook felt a sinking feeling in his stomach after the initial excitement evaporated into nothingness. How was he supposed to switch on his professional features when he was dying to see her? How was he supposed to sit through an entire award show and perform when all he could think about was her? Jimin carefully took in the youngest fidgety state; even all the makeup in the world wouldn’t be able to hide the bags under his eyes and worry that was engraved into every crevice of his face. “Is everything okay?” He asked, holding his hand up to his mouth to keep his voice low. He already knew the answer to his question. The simple fact that earlier this morning Jungkook had messed up during practice was proof enough that not everything was okay;  the doe-eyed boy’s mind too busy with whatever was going on to let him focus on the task at hand. But the boy across from him just shrugged. “I don’t know, y/n is not..” Mid-sentence he stopped, his phone vibrated in his hand. [y/n - 4:12pm] Are you in your studio? I can’t find you :( Almost dropping his phone, he scurried to reply before jumping to his feet. “Jungkook-ah, where are you going?” Jimin watched as he ran out of the room, leaving his dazed friends behind to wonder what had gotten into him. Tripping over his own two feet, he hurried down the hallway before breaking into a jog - knowing that he would be scolded by the stylists if he sweated off his makeup already but not caring enough to actually slow down. Quickly he sprinted down the flight of stairs that would take him to the floor below where the recording and two dance studios were. As if this was a movie, he burst through the door only to find himself alone in another brightly lit corridor, all alone. He scrambled for his phone to check for a reply but there was none; maybe she changed her mind. His heart rate sped up at the thought of her leaving again, preparing himself to run after her if needed when an all too familiar voice made him spin around. “Kookie.” Y/n was running down the hallway, the black skirt of her dress swaying with every step and sooner than he had anticipated, her arms wrapped around his torso, face buried against his chest instantly. Letting out a staggered breath of relief, he too wrapped his arms around her, nestling his cheek on top of her head - trying to fill his lungs with her scent to soak up the familiar warmth rushing through his body. She pulled away way too soon, the shy smile on her lips betraying her eyes which were swimming in tears, making his own feel unusually wet. “Taehyung said you left.” “I did but…” Averting her gaze to his pecs, her voice was small when she spoke again. “I missed you, so I came back because I-I just wanted to see you and I thought I was too late and that you had already left…” An airy chuckle left his lips, trying to release some of the tension that was occupying his mind. “I missed you too, baby.” He paused longer than usual before the last word, unsure whether she still wanted him to call her that. Carefully she intertwined her fingers with his, her eyes moving painfully slow from his feet up to his face. “You look handsome…” His big brown eyes lit up at her words, setting the butterflies in his stomach in motion. “I mean, not just because you’re wearing makeup, you always look handsome but you look really good in a suit.” “Ah, noona.” He whined, wiggling his arms like an impatient child. “You’re making me all flustered.” Normally he didn’t mind receiving compliments, yet to him, it was different when his hyungs or staff members told him he looked handsome but hearing it from her made his cheeks flush and he had a hard time hiding how giddy it made him feel.  “I’ll cheer for you tonight.” Completely ignoring his previous statement, she got on her toes and softly pressed her lips to his cheek, her lip balm leaving a shiny imprint behind. “Oh, I think I messed up your makeup a little.” Carefully the pad of her thumb brushed over the spot.  “Doesn’t matter, stylist noona will fix it.” He smiled, his bunny teeth finally making an appearance.  “You’re very busy so I should get going…”  “No! Stay!” He burst out frantically, his fingers tightening the hold on her hand - afraid that once he let go she would leave and never come back to him. “I-I-…can we talk?”  “Here?” 

He just shook his head, pulling her down the corridor until he reached the practice room. Carefully he opened the door, exhaling loudly when he saw that it was empty. She pushed past him, walking further into the room that was only illuminated by the lights outside. Quickly he closed the door behind him, before turning the lights on. 

His eyes needed a moment until they adjusted to the sudden change, naturally they landed on her - like a kid she was balancing on the cracks between the linoleum tiles, her arms were stretched out wide to each side of her body, deliberately placing one foot in front of the other until she reached the mirrored wall before she whipped around to look at him. For a second, pictures of them making out in this very room after late-night practices flashed before his eyes; he swore he could still feel her fingers in his sweaty hair, clinging onto him like he was the sun in a dark, dreary winter. 

Following her, he slowly closed the distance between them, making sure to still give her some space, just in case. With every breath he took, the fear running through his veins seemed to immobilize not only his limbs but also his brain. “So what did you want to talk about?” After his sudden outcry of despair, the courage seemed to have been drained from his body, leaving him to feel like a coward. Maybe not knowing if she still wanted to be with him was easier than having his heart brutally ripped out of his chest in the very near future. “Don’t look at me like that.” Her fingers reached for the button border of his tailored blazer, tracing them lightly from his chest down to his stomach. Even the lightest touch, ignited a fire in his stomach that he had no control over - was this what being love drunk was like? “Like what?” “Like you’re about to tell me, you don’t want to see me anymore.” She looked up at him, her eyes drooping down in sadness, yet a small smile played on her lips. “What? No!” A nervous chuckle forced its way out of his pursed lips. “I just…” He trailed off, running his hands through his hair in frustration. This should be easier, he thought, he was in love with her - why was it so hard for him to just say what had been weighing him down. “I just missed you and I didn’t know-“ “Did you really?” “Of course, I missed you so-..” “I missed you too but I really just needed some time to think this all through.” “This?” He repeated fearfully confused. “Yeah, you and me. Never in a million years, I would have thought that I would be there when you break up with her. I was hoping she wouldn’t find out it was me. It scared me and, what if she tried to ruin my life after what I did to her like tell my boss or my family or worse what if she told Taehyung…I couldn’t live with myself if she told him about what we did behind his back.” Jungkook nodded; he understood her worries perfectly but all he had wanted was for her to share her feelings with him and not leave him in dark for almost two days, succumbing to the fear that he would lose his soulmate. “She would never do that. I know we hurt her but that is not something she would do, trust me.” He tried to reassure her. “It’s not just that, for a second I thought that maybe I cannot do this after what happened. It was all too much, I was doubting us, doubting if it was really worth it to hurt other people in our lives.” His heart stopped, sweat starting to pool in the back of his neck. He wanted to punch himself for even asking her to stay; feeling his lips tremble with fear of what was going to follow.  “I felt so dirty; I took her boyfriend away from her. I put myself first, I was so selfish for wanting you and it was the first time I didn’t care that I would hurt people around me as long as I got to be with you.” His pupils dilated as a throbbing pain shot through his head, making him want to cower down like he used to do when he was a child - covering his ears with his hands, singing loudly to block out his older brother teasing him - yet he stood there frozen, staring at the girl he loved while she gave him the breakup speech he wasn’t prepared to hear.  “The more I thought about it, the more I realized that…” “No, don’t say it. Please.” He pleaded, unsure of whether he could stomach all this pain he was about to feel. 

Her eyes tried to find his but he avoided looking at her because he knew if he did, it would open up the floodgates and tears would be streaming down his cheeks uncontrollably. “I have to…” Leaning back against the mirror for support, she took a deep breath before continuing. “I just came to the conclusion that I love you too much to let you go and I don’t care about any of the curveballs the universe throws at me. I just want to be with you and finally be happy.” Immediately Jungkook’s teary eyes shot up, simply staring at her, his mouth slightly agape until his brain had processed her words. “I’m sorry but you’re stuck with me, Kookie.” In the blink of an eye, his arms wrapped around her so tightly that a breath got caught in her throat, his face hidden in between her neck and shoulder while small sniffles coaxed from his lips. “Jungkook-ah, I can’t breathe.” She chuckled, trying to use her body to wiggle his arms a little looser. Slowly he moved away; almost instantly she cupped his face, her thumbs softly wiping the tears from his cheeks. “Hey, you didn’t think I was going to leave, did you?” “No, no of course not.” He said a little too quickly.  “Oh, you big dummy.” Her eyes looked droopy again but it was different this time, they were filled with so much love that he couldn’t help but crush his lips onto hers. It felt so right to finally kiss her again; all the anxiety and pain that had been lingering on his mind slowly drifted away. Lifting her up, he pressed her back against the mirrored wall, making sure his lips never left hers even for a second.  Arms locked tightly in the back of his neck, she pulled herself even closer to him, deepening the kiss. Tongues shyly colliding with each other like it was the first time. Jungkook felt the need to be inside of her growing in the pit of his stomach and as the grip of his hands tightened around her buttocks, he hoisted her up on his hips so she could wrap her legs around his waist. 

Both were close to running out of oxygen when they pulled away from each other, lips only separated enough to allow them to breathe. He sighed as she peppered hot pecks along his jawline, making his slacks feel unbelievably tight already. Her voice was raspy so close to his ear. “Show me how much you’ve missed me.” The little clink of her teeth grazing against his earring sent shivers down his spine and made his toes curl in his shoes. Almost automatically his legs started to move, crossing the room to the table for meetings on the other side. Carefully he sat her down right on the edge; gingerly her fingers unbuttoned the collar of his shirt to expose his neck to her. Her lips sucked onto the skin, feeling his pulse throb against them as his heart rate sped up. At first, he busied himself with running his hands up and down her thighs, letting them disappear underneath the skirt where only he was allowed to venture while he ravished in the feeling of blood rushing to his dick, growing harder under the ministrations of her lips with every passing second. Thoughtlessly he pushed the neatly stacked scripts for upcoming schedules to the side, some of them falling to the floor before pushing her further onto the table. She leaned back on her arms, giving him the opportunity to drink in the sight of her; her chest was rising and falling quickly as she licked her swollen lips. He towered over her, grabbing a fist full of her hair to tilt her head to an angle where he could reconnect their lips. Hunger-driven his tongue dove into her mouth, trying to get a taste of her after the long dreadful days they had been apart. Untangling his fingers from her hair, Jungkook stripped himself off his blazer, throwing it on the table next to them. 

Her needy hands reached for his belt, wanting so badly to feel him again and hearing him moan sweet nothings and confessions of love but a rough hand wrapped around her wrist, eliciting a frustrated groan from her - he always had a habit of trying to get the upper hand. Before she could protest any more, he took a step back, the cool air of the air-con making her shiver when the warmth that his body radiated was taken away. Delicately he lifted up her dress, a smug smile spreading on his face as he ran his tongue along the inside of his cheek. “Cute.” He commented, fingertips gently brushing over the mound through the fabric. “Oh, ha-ha.” She nudged his hip with her knee, the inevitable flush on her cheeks not going unnoticed. “You’re matching my new mic, baby.” Involuntarily her back arched off the table; Jungkook traced the outline of her lips through the slightly dampened purple silk. “So wet already.” “We don’t have much time, we can’t play games right now.” He hummed in agreement, letting his index finger snap against the sensitive little nub, earring a whiny moan from her before rolling the smooth fabric down her legs and stuffing it into the pocket of his pants.  “Are you sure we don’t have time?” His tongue darted out to moisten his lips, his gaze glued to his favorite spot, wanting nothing more than to taste her.   “I’m sure.”  “But it’s been so long.” He sighed, bottom lip jutting out into a pout that was tearing at her heartstrings. Pushing herself off the table, she wrapped her arm around his neck, pulling him closer to her.  “I can come over tomorrow night after work…” She whispered against his mouth, trying to distract him from her fingers fumbling with his belt buckle again and unbuttoning his pants. Jungkook sucked in a breath, his heart hammering against his chest. “You can sneak me in the dorms and then you can do whatever you want to me, deal?” A little too eagerly he nodded at the prospect of spending the night with her again but in his bed and not some shady hotel while she pushed his slacks and briefs down just enough to set his member free. Delicately her fingertips brushed over the already engorged head, coating them in precum, earning a soft sigh from Jungkook. He was more than ready to finally be one with her again, yearning to be buried deep inside the velveteen walls.  

Lying back down on the table, she hiked the skirt of her dress up; fingers diving in between folds to mix Jungkook’s precum with her own arousal. A whimper fell from her lips as she slowly pulled away, his eyes were resting on sweet sticky concoction and as she held up her hand a little he didn't hesitate. His head dipped down, wanting nothing more than to lick up every last drop but he was too late. With big eyes he watched her stick her fingers in her mouth, tongue teasingly twirling around them, small delicious moans clouding his head and making his dick throb against her leg. 

His large hands pushed her thighs further apart before he grabbed onto her hips scooting her closer to the edge of the table again. His lips harshly pressed onto hers, determined to get a taste of what she had deprived him of. His tongue gently nestled against hers as utter bliss coated his tastebuds. “Noona.” He pouted, still towering over her. She giggled in response, playfully sinking her teeth into his bottom lip. Accompanied by a frustrated groan, he rolled her onto her side like a rag doll; only seconds later a yelp echoed from the studio walls when his hand harshly came down on the rosy flesh. “What was that for?” Her hand wrapped around his arm, feeling the protruding veins through the fabric of his white dress shirt. “I wanted to lick it off…” Mumbling against her ear, he let his hand collide with her ass again, earning a whiny moan from her. She turned her head, lips ghosting over his while the familiar slick noise made the precum leaking from his desperate length. Two fingers forced their way in between them and into his mouth. Eyes fluttering shut; his tongue ravished the sweet taste, igniting the sparks in the pit of his stomach. “Mhmm, I think you’re ready for me…” “For a while now but you wanted to play ga-“ It was like the air had been knocked out of her lungs when he wholeheartedly thrust inside her without warning. Her back arched off the table, trying to adjust to the sudden intrusion with a slightly different angle. Her right hand clung to his shoulder while the other reached for his hair, her nails scraping his scalp. Cautiously he moved his hips just about enough away from her, almost pulling out fully. “No.” She whined, foreheads resting against each other. “Keep going.” The magnetic feeling of their lips touching sent shockwaves of shivers down her spine when he bottomed out again. She didn’t want him to hold back or go slow; enjoying the familiar stretch and his body on top of hers. “Fuck, missed you so much.” Jungkook whimpered as her walls hugged his dick extra tight, making his balls contract dangerously early for his liking. “So much.” She wanted to respond but she couldn’t; instead sealing his lips with another kiss that muffled their harmonizing moans. The sounds of his hips mercilessly slamming into her at a steady rhythm drowning out everything else. When suddenly he pulled away to place open-mouthed kisses down her throat, only to suck harshly on the soft skin. “Jungkook..baby…” Both of her hands tangled in his raven hair, she felt herself clench around him harder than before. 

He opened his eyes, meeting his own stare in the mirror when he pushed himself up to cup her chin. “Look how pretty you look…” He turned her head to the right, the imminent pink flush on her cheeks making her want to hide her face in the crook of his neck. “But I’d much rather look at you.” Using her arms to push her body up off the table to wrap them around his neck. Quickly Jungkook closed the small distance between their lips, feverishly his tongue licked into her mouth. She pulled back, the small whimpers ringing in his ears as he thrust into her with all the strength he could muster. Her head rested against his shoulder, teeth sinking into the fabric, pulling at his skin as he was pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Wrapping her legs around his waist to make sure he would be buried deep inside her, Jungkook wasn’t sure how much longer he would be able to last; her walls clenching around his length, pulling the knot in his stomach even tighter. “Baby…” Nails dug into the back of his neck as he felt her body starting to shake. “I…love..y-you.” He wanted to slow down; wanted to prolong the moment that it would be all over - if only they could stay like this forever. Jungkook ran his fingers through her hair, locking eyes with her as his hips slammed into her harder and faster than before. “I love you too.” His voice almost cracked, feeling the rapid convulsions of her walls, trying to get him to finally combust. “You’re doing so good baby…”

Hips snapping against her core, he was close to losing it. His legs were trembling from trying to keep the rhythm steady, the buildup tension forcing a release sooner rather than later and without giving him the usual heads up, she cried out his name accompanied by a flurry of curse words. Capturing his mouth with hers; she kissed him hard to muffle the moans that were still falling from her lips as her orgasm washed over her making Jungkook pick up the pace once more to chase his own high. He wrapped his arms around her, pulling her to his chest when his movements came to a halt, before he resorted to grinding against her and white, hot streams of cum erupted inside of her. Jungkook’s soft whimpers filled the air, both seeking to regain control of their breathing. Peppering small kisses all over her flushed cheek, he finally pulled away from her - wondering if there would ever come a day where he’d have enough of her. He was sure that he would forever be irrevocably in love with her; craving her like flowers crave the sun. Silently he watched her adjust her dress and fix her hair in the mirror, then tending to himself. His hair was a mess, his eye makeup was smudged and he had sweated off a lot of the foundation; he would be in big trouble once he left the dance studio. She bent down to pick up the papers Jungkook had mindlessly scattered on the floor before. Jungkook tucked his shirt into his slacks when his hand brushed against something in his pocket. His slender fingers smoothly pulled the purple panties out, gaze resting on them before they followed her every move, seeing the small trickle of his cum on her thigh. “Noona..” He tried getting her attention. “Do you know if there was an order to them? They’ll know something happened in here if we don’t tidy…” “Noona.” He said again, more firmly this time around. Turning to face him, still a few papers in hand, she tilted her head. “Your panties.” His ears felt unbelievably warm as he held them up to her but she just chuckled, closing her hand around his, bunching up the silky fabric in his fist.  She moved in closer, lips ghosting over his cheek when she got on her toes. “Keep them, you know, for good luck later.” 

Jungkook’s stomach was doing somersaults at a rapid pace, making him feel lightheaded and slightly nauseous, goosebumps crawling along the back of his neck and down his shoulders. “I can’t let you go outside witho-“ “Just think of it as me being with you tonight.” She shrugged, quickly stealing a kiss from his lips before her eyes flashed to the clock on the wall. When he saw them getting bigger, he turned around as well. “Shit, I’m going to be late. They need to fix my makeup and hair before we leave…shit, shit, shit.” He mumbled, stuffing her panties back inside his pocket before throwing on his blazer. “I’ll call you when I get home later, okay?” She nodded, Jungkook paused to grab her face with both of his hands, planting a kiss on her puckered lips. “I love you.” “I love you too, Koo.” Frantically he looked around the room and patted down his body to make sure he didn’t forget anything before he sprinted towards the door, almost knocking over a chair on his way out. She turned around, quietly humming to herself and fixing the stacks of papers as best as she could when all of a sudden the door opened again with a loud a bang. She snapped around, Jungkook was crossing the room with a few long strides. “Did you forget something?” She asked, worry painted all over her face but he just pulled her into his arms, breathing heavily. “Yeah..” His hand was shaking when he brushed a strand of hair from her face. “So…you’re my girlfriend, right?” His face was flushed, heart hammering against his ribs as if it was about to burst out of his chest at any second. But for some odd reason he wasn’t scared at all, the nervous anticipation pumped endorphins through his veins, making him feel like he was walking on clouds. Deep down he knew she was but a small part of him needed verbal confirmation that she really wanted to be his.  She looked up at him, a shy smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. “Yes, I am.”  “Good, just wanted to make sure.” His fingers gently brushed over her cheekbones, lips softly finding each other but he pulled away sooner than he wanted, a low sigh escaping his lips, yearning to kiss her once again. 

“Now go.” She laughed, playfully slapping his arm struggling to cover up how flustered she was, the reddening of the apples of her cheeks giving her away. He gave a small nod, his lips chasing hers one last time before he hurried back upstairs, bursting into the room where half of the members were waiting for the cars to arrive that would drop them off at the venue. “What did you do?” The stylist whaled in defeat, inspecting his messy hair and the smudged foundation, down to the little marks y/n had left on his neck. “Ah, don’t tell me, I don’t wanna know. Hurry.” She gestured for him to sit down, already grabbing a sponge to touch up his face while another stylist started combing through his hair trying to get it back to its original style. Jimin appeared in his field of vision. “I’m guessing everything’s okay then?” He asked, a light laugh swinging in his voice. “Better than okay. Everything is finally right.” A heartwarming smile spread on Jungkook’s face, not able to hide how his insides were happily dancing to the rhythm of his fluttering heart. * With a groan Jungkook pulled his pillow over his head, the loud voices outside his door had rudely awoken him way too soon. He loved living with his older brothers but sometimes they just didn’t know when to be quiet, especially now that he tried to recharge his body by getting at least 12 hours of sleep after last nights performance. The sound of his door cracking open was muffled by the fluffy pillow, trying hard to ignore it, he shut his eyes tightly, hoping he would just fall back asleep when his mattress dipped down, indicating that he definitely wasn’t alone anymore. “Jungkook-ah, are you awake?” Jimin’s soft voice, followed by the pillow being pulled away made him squirm. He just grumbled, trying to hide his whole body under the duvet. “You have to get up now.” “Don’t wanna. Sleep…more” “You can’t. You have to get up, it’s urgent.” Rolling onto his back, he opened his eyes just enough to look at his older brother through his lashes. “Why?” His voice was deep and raspy, still drugged with sleep. “I-I’m not allowed to tell you. Management wants to talk.” Almost instantly he sat up in his bed, confusion clouding his head - he wasn’t nearly awake enough to think straight. “What happened? Is everyone okay?” “Jimin…” Hobi stood in the door, arms crossed in front of his chest. Behind him, Jungkook spotted Jin, his forehead laced with worry and concern. “Right...Jungkookie, please just get dressed before they get here.” “But I don’t understand. What happened? Why won’t you tell me?” With big eyes, he looked at his older brothers who collectively avoided looking back at him. “Jimin-ah…”Hoseok said again, this time more firmly. “Where’s your phone, Kook?” Unplugging it from the other side of the bed, Jungkook handed it to him with no hesitation. “Here. What is going on?” Without a response, Jimin simply handed the silver device to Hobi who slid it into the pocket of his hoodie. “I’m so sorry, Jungkook.” “What for? Did someone die?” He pushed the duvet off his legs, his first attempt at getting up but Jimin just made an unidentifiable movement with his head. “Just get dressed, okay? We’ll wait in the living room for you.” He got up, ruffling the younger ones already messy hair and followed the older members out of the room, leaving Jungkook behind. 

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[longassr1de]

Gemini

Pairing: Taeil x fem!reader

Genre: smut 🔞

Word count: 2.6k

Summary: In which you feel both very safe and very unsafe with your husband, Taeil. (mafia!au but moreso just birthday sex tbh ..and sort of a pwp i guess)

Warnings: mafia!au, dom!Taeil, oral (male receiving), thigh riding, dirty talk/pet names, anal (female receiving), slight degradation, overstimulation.

A/N: Happiest happy belated birthday to our lovely shining amazing showstopping spectacular amazing Mr. Moon 💛 (listen, i know anal isn’t everyone’s cup of tea, trust me. but.. i’ve never written for it before and kinda wanted to venture into new territory.)

It was well past midnight now, nearing four in the morning as Taeil was still nowhere to be seen and no way to have heard from. Your husband was supposed to be home early last night after a big deal, promising to make it in time for the dinner reservations you had made ages ago to celebrate his birthday. And yet, here you are, all alone in a bed that usually feels so comfortable yet tonight feels absolutely suffocating, almost as if you could actually drown in it.

Just as you’re about to give up and attempt to get some sleep, the front door to your lavish home slams open, sounding as if it just nearly ripped off its hinges. You freeze for a moment, your fight or flight response already processing a thousand miles a minute, praying for the best but mentally preparing for the worst. Taeil had ensured you’d taken many self-defense courses, and even educated you personally on what to do in case any of enemies ever dared to try to lay a hand on you. You’re still holding your breath well after the door shuts and footsteps make their way towards you. Only to very relieved, however, after your husband’s lilted voice calls out, asking for your whereabouts.

“Why, shouldn’t I be asking you that, Mr. Moon?” you ask, arms crossed, having already positioned yourself by the door to your shared bedroom. Your frustrated gaze softens as you take in his exhausted form; no doubt about it, tonight was a major deal gone awry.

“Are you cross with me, Mrs. Moon?” he asks as he comes closer to you, rubbing his cold hands across your arms and leaving a trail of goosebumps in their wake.

“And what if I am, Taeil?” you retort, with much more bark than bite to your words, because you know that as much as he loves you, he won’t hesitate to shift you back in line.

“Then I guess I’ll just have to make it up to you, my love.” Taeil purrs your name seductively, successfully garnering your full attention, as if it wasn’t on him already. Tonight was supposed to be all about him and his birthday, but you’d be damned in you didn’t take him up on the offer. Your husband wasn’t a lacking lover in the slightest, but the prospect of what hung in the air upon the tension already had you squirming.

Almost hesitantly, you stand up on your toes to peck his lips, cupping his cheeks with both of your own hands, his own trailing across your back before settling to rest upon the base of your spine. “What was that for, babygirl?” If looks could kill, the fire in Taeil’s eyes would have obliterated you to a crisp eons ago.

“Honestly? I still feel bad about your birthday, Moonie,” you pout playfully, and Taeil finds that he can only laugh at your endearing nickname. If any of his underlings had somehow witnessed this exchange, he’s pretty sure he’d have killed them off to save face. You were the only one to get to see such a soft and sensitive side of him, which is why he chose to keep you safe; as hidden from his work and himself as humanly possible. You’re toying with the ring on your finger, in admiration of the band that is both elegantly exquisite and wonderfully simple (a perfect way to describe your husband and his taste, you muse), when you’re met with words that nearly make you salivate.

“If you’re so distraught, my love, perhaps I could let you make it up to me?” It’s more of a statement than a question, but you know Taeil wouldn’t push you into it had you not been so obviously eager. You’re nodding before he can even finish his proposition, making him shake his head as he chuckles. “Well, if you insist.” And insist you would have, had he not already been dragging you off to your extravagant, plush canopy bedding. The bar Taeil had been at for tonight’s deal may have left him with a bitter taste in his mouth, but he knew that would all be water under the bridge once he was too busy losing himself in the wonder that was you. He loved you for far more than just your body, but he’d be lying if he said he didn’t love that part of you too; so incredibly mesmerizing to him that all art paled to the goddess that you were.

Taeil takes a seat at the edge of the bed, pulling you over to him as he situates you to straddle his thick thighs. He makes quick work of the robe encasing your body, his tongue so far down your throat you wonder if he can taste the remnants of last night’s dinner along the way there. You’re starting to slip when you feel two arms push your shoulders down until you’re on your knees.

“It’s been a rough birthday this year, but I’m sure it’s nothing your mouth can’t fix up, right babygirl?” Taeil eyes you akin the way a hawk would its next meal, the ravenous lust in his expression only serving to spur you on. Rather than talking, you get to work, kissing along the where Taeil’s skin becomes exposed as you shed him of his button-down shirt. You fumble a bit with his belt before it jangles noisily, shortly after giving way so that you can unzip him, pulling down both Taeil’s pants and boxers to free his equally thick length.

“Ahh, that’s it baby, just like that, oh fuck-“ Taeil can’t helo but be vocal tonight, what with how well you’re sucking him off. He actually has to close his eyes as his head dips back between his shoulder blades, eyebrows pressed into a fine line as his half-open mouth lets out an occasional grunt to let you know just how well you’re doing. Normally proud of his stamina, Taeil’s feeling less than smug about how quickly you’ve gotten him near bliss.

You feel a tug at your hair, signaling that Taeil is about to cum, giving you about a good second before you decide to swallow this time; it’s his birthday, after all. You relax your jaw and focus on breathing through your nose as your throat gets fucked raw; but that’s easier said than done due to the stress-induced frenzied state your husband is in. Before long, a long, drawn-out groan leaves Taeil’s lips, spilling his cum into your mouth like a leaky water fountain, uncontrollably and with sour taste.

Immediately after he calms doen some, you’re scooped up into Taeil’s arms again, his heart still a thousand miles a minute after the incredible orgasm, and you can feel it as your chests meet. He’s murmuring more thank you’s and words of praise than his brain can coherently handle, bringing his thigh up for you to sit on when instead you moan from the friction, giving him a great idea.

“Say, princess.. how do you feel about thigh riding?” With a quirk of his brow, Taeil deadpans his loaded question at you, as easily as asking if you’d like a side of bacon with your breakfast. You manage to scramble out an affirmation, throat still sore from the extended use. “Good, because I need a breather, and you look like you could use an orgasm..or two,” he says cheerfully, cueing you into the fact that this wouldn’t be your average night.

Both of his hands meet the skin of your hips, helping you move your panty-clad heat across his still-clothed thigh. Impatiently, Taeil rips the underwear down your legs, bringing your sopping wetness to drag over his expensive dress pants. Worriedly, you try to pry yourself off and help him remove his pants, to which he simply grabs hold of your hands and shakes his head. “Forget about all that baby, just follow my lead and let me make us feel good tonight, so good.” His voice the melody of a hundred sins express delivered to find purchase upon your ears. Once he notices you’ve been trying to bite back your moans, though, his eyes darken infinitesimally. It was his goddamn birthday, if he wanted to have his cake and eat it too, he very well would.

“I couldn’t help but notice that you’re withholding those beautiful little moans from me princess,” he tuts, removing your reluctant form off his thigh and halting the build-up of your anticipated release. “I think this warrants a punishment.”

Knowing you have no say in the matter, you allow Taeil to manhandle you on all fours across his lap instead. “Count with me, if you fuck up we’re starting over. Up to fifteen and if I hear a single complaint, you’ll receive thirty, am I clear?”

“Y-Yes sir,” you gulp, beginning to wonder what had gone so wrong with tonight’s deal to rile Taeil up far past his usual roughness with you. It’s when you’re asked for a safeword that you start to worry for your own safety, but all of that is quickly replaced by the pleasure-pain of Taeil’s hand coming down hard on your ass, making you cry out and almost forgetting to count. You’d made it to ten without stuttering, but the last five had your waterline threatening to spill hot tears. As always, he coos at how good you were for him and at how well you took your punishment.

“Now that that’s done with,” a sinister smile blossoms unto Taeil’s face, matching his blown-out pupils, “let’s move onto tonight’s main course, shall we?” You don’t bother answering his rhetorical question, instead following his commands, moving so that you were on all fours before dropping onto your stomach.

Behind you, you hear the thud of Taeil’s pants hitting the floor, then the noises of him rummaging through a drawer. As the bed dips behind you again, you hear as something is uncapped, wondering what the hell was going on because no condom you’d ever known of had a cap to it. A cold, sticky substance is being drizzled across your ass as you fight the feeling of the foreign intrusion, a finger easing up your backside.

“Sshh, it’s ok princess, you’re gonna be just fine. Relax for me, baby, it’ll make things so much easier. Do you trust me?” Taeil breaks from his dominant persona to make sure you’re ok with this, kneeling forward to place kisses across your shoulders, sucking tender marks at the base of your neck to distract as a second and eventually third finger join in stretching out your ass for what was yet to come. Before long, the discomfort subsided to make way for pleasure you hadn’t thought possible.

“Is it ok for me to continue, princess? Think you can handle me fucking your pretty little ass tonight, hm?” He just wants to make sure you’re both on the same page, fully willing to shift gears and pound into you doggy style should you decline.

“Please sir, use me, fuck me,” you whine, knowing all the right buttons to press when you wish to really work him up. Both pleasantly surprised and incredibly aroused, Taeil pulls back and applies more lube to his cock, hissing at the freezing chill of it meeting with the air conditioning as he pumps his sensitive cock within his hand. Slowly, he guides it between your cheeks, letting you get a feel for what was incoming. Clenching the sheets, you try your best not to clench around his prodding length, letting out shaky exhales as he finally penetrates your ass. His hands rest on both of your cheeks, massaging them as he waits for your body to accommodate.

As soon as he feels you relax, he starts with shallow thrusts, waiting for your moans to signal the go-ahead he craved, wanting nothing more than to ruin every inch of you tonight.

“A-Ah Taeil- sir, sir please, give it to me,” you quickly catch your mistake and correct yourself, receiving no more than a sharp thrust and a slap on your sore cheeks for not following through.

“You’re so fucking tight princess, holy shit, you’re taking me so well,” he starts to really thrust now, picking up speed as your eyes roll so back in your head you swore you could count the ridges of your brain. Taeil’s arms wrap around your waist, pressing your bodies so close that no air could come between you two even if it’d tried. His thrusts slow down, only to hit deeper and harder, giving out within moments due to the intense pleasure of you clenching hard around his length.

“Are you close? Do you want to come? Do you think you deserve to come?” His almost condescending tone only spurs you on, he knows just how needy you still are after your previously denied release. “Such a good little slut for me, letting me fuck all of your holes tonight,” he sucks a hickey even larger than the rest on your side, close to a small tattoo of a crescent moon just below your breast.

His hands find their way across your body, diverging from their spot on your waist; one to play with your nipples, the other thumbing at your clit as he shoves three fingers into your sopping cunt.

“That’s it, give it to me. Scream my name, let everyone know who fucks you this good. Come for me, babygirl,” Taeil mouths at the shell of your ear, enjoying the way your body convulses beyond your own control as he strings you along all too well. The way you desperately whine his name like a lightning bolt of pride, stroking his ego. It seems as if the pleasure never stops, as if there’s no end to your orgasm as he keeps rutting his hips into your ass. Taeil’s fingers don’t let up either, you notice, inching you towards a second release if he keeps things up this well.

“Won’t you come too, sir?” you weakly moan out, entirely spent from the night’s rigorous activities. You faintly register the way the sunlight peeks through your large windows, signaling the incoming change from dusk to dawn.

“What’s wrong? Didn’t the little slut want to come? Then be a good little slut and keep coming, you’re not done until I say so.” Contrary to his words, Taeil’s pace grows erratic, succumbing to the bliss of being buried so deep into your warmth.

Ropes of silvery cum land across your thighs as Taeil pulls out just in time to get most of it to land between your skin or the sheets. His fingers continue to bring you to the brink, only stopping once his licks up your slit at the mixture of cum, delivering the final blow to your earth-shattering release.

“Best fucking birthday ever.” Taeil grins mischievously whilst eyeing his artwork with mirth, much to your chagrin. No amount of his sinfully sweet kisses would help you recover from your soreness tomorrow, but you had to admit you were proud to have made him this happy after such a busy day. Maybe it wasn’t the best birthday, but it was a really fucking good one.

#nct smut #taeil smut #taeil scenarios #nct scenarios #moon taeil #kpop smut #nct #nct 127 #nct u #nct imagines #nct fics #self insert #reader insert #smut #my post #Gemini #alt title: protection (or any variation if the word protect) #this ended up going totally different that i had planned but... it’s almost 5am so.. yolo breh #btw yes the title is based off his sun sign but also the duality of this fuckfifnffn fic—

[whitehorsetiger]

To Return Home

The reef-mer and the shark-mer had been at war for years, so long no one was really sure why they were even fighting anymore. The two different kingdoms avoided each other, neither of them really wanting to get into any scuffles. Eventually they decided to end the animosity between them, the youngest prince of the sharks was to marry the prince of the reef. That was until…the night before the wedding, the prince of the reef vanished.

****

Prince Lance, youngest child of the king and queen of the sharks was exploring the open ocean around sunset. It had been almost a year since his ill-fated engagement to the prince of the reef mer and Lance, was not all that bothered about it. Sure, he was sad for the queen, who had lost her only child, but Lance had never met the other prince, so he wasn’t that torn up over the loss of his would-be husband.

A ship had passed through this area recently, in fact it was very close by. Twitching his tail lightly, Lance shrugged to himself. He had nothing better to do today, might as well see what the humans were up to. There wasn’t anyone else around, not for miles. Lance had been travelling between two different provinces, hoping to catch one of the other shark pods on their migration paths. Unfortunately, he’d missed them so was heading back to where he was supposed to meet his family. He had time.

Lance streaked through the water easily, very quickly catching up with the ship. Lance bobbed to the surface for a second, spotting the ship not too far away. It was a huge sailing vessel and Lance’s jaw dropped. Lance didn’t really go actively look for human vessels, he didn’t really have that much interest in them. Didn’t stop him taking a look when they were there, or if he found a sunken ship having a poke around. But that had to be one of the biggest ships he’d ever seen in his life.

Diving back underwater, Lance followed the ship with lazy flicks of his tail. That was until he saw, something, in the water. Lance froze, watching the mass of…something in the water. Then that something moved and Lance darted over. It was a person, a person slowly sinking towards the sea floor. They weren’t moving, head tilted back with a few small bubbles escaping through their nose. Lance grabbed them and hauled them up to the surface.

Lance thrashed his tail powerfully to keep the two of them above the water, holding the human close and hoping he wasn’t dead. A cough and water flowed out of the human’s mouth, before he took a deep, shuddering breath. He was still unconscious, but at least he was alive.

“How did you even manage to fall off the boat?” Lance said, assuming that’s what happened, “Lucky I was in the area.”

He could haul this human back to the boat, it wasn’t too far away. But, Lance had no idea if he would be able to get the two of them up on deck. Land would be easier, it wasn’t too far away and there was a human settlement by the beach so this human could get the help he needed. With this plan in mind, Lance floated onto his back, settling Keith on his chest and beginning to pull him along. No problem.

****

It was dark by the time they reached shore, which Lance was grateful for. He did not really want to be bothered by humans, especially with what he was about to do. Mer were elegant, beautiful and graceful creatures. All that immediately went away when they tried to go on land. Lance flopped inelegantly onto the sand, hauling himself and the human out of the water. Luckily it was high tide, so Lance didn’t need to pull him up that far to get to relative safety.

Lance panted harshly as he dropped the human on the beach, unused to having to use his lungs for so long. After a few seconds, Lance turned back to the human. Lance could see his chest rising and falling with breaths, resting his head on the man’s chest, Lance breathed out a sigh of relief as he heard his heart thundering away in his chest. The human wasn’t going to die, well…not immediately.

Shuffling over to the human, Lance peered at him. He didn’t look at humans that much, or this closely. It was dark, but the light of the moon was more than enough for Lance. Very gently, he pushed the human’s dark hair away from his face. Lance hummed lightly, running his finger over smooth, pale skin.

“You know,” he said, “You’re kind of pretty, for a human.”

Lance tilted his head back and gave a loud cry, hoping someone would hear him and come looking. He didn’t really just want to leave this human alone on the beach.

“You know, you are really lucky,” Lance said, “I’m being far to nice to you.”

He swished his tail in the sand lightly, resting his hand on the human’s chest.

“Well, you’re still breathing,” he said , “If someone finds you while we’re soon young, you’ll be just fine.”

It took a little while for anyone to respond to Lance’s cries, the whole time he kept talking to the unconscious human. There wasn’t any need to, but Lance was just going to keep talking.

“I think it came from over here!” Voices shouted suddenly. 

Lance smiled, spotting the light the humans were carrying as they made their way onto the beach.

“Well, this is where I leave you,” Lance smiled, “Don’t go falling off of anymore boats again, you might not be so lucky next time.”

Giving the human’s cheek one last poke for good measure, Lance hauled himself back into the water. He swam far enough away that the human’s lights wouldn’t reveal him, but Lance could still keep an eye on what was happening.

The humans rushed down the beach, obviously spotting the person laying there. The two of them immediately started attending to him, they talked in hushed voices, discussing how they were going to move the human. Lance smiled, seemed he was in good hands.

****

It was a couple of weeks before Lance returned to the land where he’d dropped off the human. He hadn’t gone with the intention of looking for the human, he’d gone because it was right besides reef-mer territory and he was going to discuss the new terms of the treaty. So, during a break from peace talks, Lance decided to head towards the land. He doubted he would see the human he saved, but there were some reef sharks that liked to hang around that area.

Lance slipped under the docks, wove between the ships. It was busy, but the humans were too preoccupied with whatever they were doing to notice him. There was a large building up on a cliff not that far away, people seemed to like dropping thigs off this cliff and Lance liked picking them up. He liked shiny things, thought they were pretty, and humans seemed to be obsessed with them.

Lance picked through the silt at the bottom of the cliff, flicking his tail to stir up the sand. He didn’t see anything shining, which was a bit disappointing but, he was almost instantly distracted by a loud splash.

Lance’s head snapped up and he spotted someone thrashing in the water…and what was it with humans and trying to down lately. This human could blatantly not swim, struggling to keep their head above the water. Lucky Lance was here, lucky they hadn’t been impaled on the rocks or hit the cliff during their fall. Darting forwards, Lance wrapped his arms around the human’s waist, dodging the thrashing limbs as best he could. With a powerful flick of his tail, he pulled the two of them to the surface.

The human gripped Lance’s shoulders, taking several deep breaths and Lance was struck with a sudden realisation.

“What the hell?” Lance snapped, “I save you when you fall off the boat and then you fall off a cliff? I think you should just avoid water from now on.”

The human was still conscious this time, so Lance got a good look at dark blue/purple eyes glowering at him. The human did not seem all that happy, but he’d gone pretty much limp in Lance’s arms, only his hands gripping tightly to Lance’s shoulder. He didn’t seem to have anything to say, so with a shrug, Lance pulled him around to the beach.

The human walked out of the water, before turning around to look at Lance. He was still glaring lightly, but his eyes widened when he saw the long shark-tail extending behind Lance. It wasn’t like humans didn’t know mer existed, its just most won’t have any interaction with them, or have any they are aware of. Lance swished his tail lightly, churning up the water.

“Look, just don’t count on me being there to save you next time,” Lance said, “Just stay away from water for a bit, you’re not having much luck.”

Turning around, Lance dragged himself back into the water. The human was still there, standing on the beach as Lance swam away.

****

A few days past and Lance found himself back at the beach where he’d dropped off the human. What could he say? He was curious. What he wasn’t expecting was for the human to be there, sat on the beach, staring out into the water. Lance frowned lightly, what was the human doing? He could just leave, there was no obligation for him to speak to this human. But Lance was nothing if not curious, so he steadily swam closer.

“I thought I told you to stay away from the water,” Lance said, surfacing a short distance away from where the human was.

The human’s head snapped up, immediately finding Lance’s head in the water. He stood up, making his way towards the waterline. Flicking his tail, Lance essentially beached himself so the human didn’t have to go any further than necessary. 

“What are you even doing out here? Don’t you have somewhere else to be?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head, before pointing to Lance.

“You were looking for me?” Lance asked.

The human shrugged, tilting his head from side to side.

Lance frowned, propping his chin up on his hand.

“What were you even doing on that boat? And on the edge of that cliff?” he asked.

The human looked at him, blinking lightly, before tapping his throat.

“You can’t speak?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head.

“Huh,” Lance replied, “Interesting.”

****

Lance’s curiosity over the human only grew, the fact he couldn’t talk and answer all of Lance’s burning questions only fuelled the fire. As did the fact he didn’t seem all that bothered about the fact Lance was a mer. Lance just chattered away to him as the human sat beside him in silence, he seemed to be enjoying their time together, so Lance just kept going back.

One morning Lance headed towards the beach and his human wasn’t there. He halted almost immediately, ducking behind one of the rocks sticking out of the water. Peering around, Lance watched as the two of them walked along the beach, holding hands. As he watched, they lent in for a kiss. It was cute. He then spotted his human heading down the beach, who seemed to freeze at the sight of the other two humans. They noticed him and made their way up to talk to him. Lance’s human didn’t really seem all that happy around them, clearly very stiff and uncomfortable. Lance felt himself tensing, anger rising. Eventually, the two of them left and his human came further down the beach.

Lance bobbed closer, sliding up onto the beach and stretching out on his front.

“So, who were they?” he asked, smiling lightly.

His human curled his arms around himself, squeezing slightly before shrugging and gesturing to the big building on top of the cliff.

“They live up there?” Lance replied, his human nodded, “Ah, how do you know them?”

His human blinked, before his eyebrow twitched and he frowned.

“I’m going to have to work it out myself then,” Lance said, “Will you tell me if I get it right?”

His human let out a long breath, before shrugging.

Lance hummed, “Childhood friends?”

Head shake.

“Parents are old friends?”

Head shake.

“Met randomly in the woods?”

Another head shake.

“You stumbled into the big house by accident?”

An eyeroll accompanied the head shake.

“Well you’re not giving me much to go off of!” Lance said.

He got a smile from that one.

****

“Where have you been going!” Pidge said suddenly, making Lance jump.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Lance shrugged.

He sighed, stretching out more on the rock he was sunbathing on.

“You’ve been vanishing, not being around, not hanging out with us,” Pidge said, listing off on her fingers.

“Nothing unusual,” Lance said, “I’m a busy guy.”

“You’re literally doing nothing,” Pidge said, gesturing around.

“I’m taking a break from my busy life,” Lance replied.

“We’re just worried about you dude,” Hunk added, propping his head up in his hand.

“Nothing,” Lance shrugged, “Don’t worry, I’m just around.”

He could feel the look Pidge and Hunk shot each other, Lance sighed.

“Look, I’m just hanging around the cliffs,” Lance said, “People toss stuff down there all the time, I like to see if I can find pretty things.”

Pidge made a suspicious humming noise, before poking Lance in the cheek.

“You’re just acting odd,” she said.

“Odd?” Lance asked, flipping over onto his front, “How so?”

“You’re acting like…like…” Pidge’s eyes widened, “Oh! Who are they?”

“Who is who?” Lance asked.

Hunk made an excited noise, slapping his hand on the rock.

“You have a thing for someone.”

Lance felt his heart just about drop into his stomach.

“No I don’t!” Lance protested, voice far, far too high pitched to be believable.

“Oh my god,” Pidge said slapping her forehead, “Why didn’t I see it sooner, you have a thing for someone.”

“No I…” Lance protested weakly, before burring his face in his hands.

Oh no, no…no…no! This could not be happening. His human was...well human! Lance could not have a thing for him, he didn’t even know his human’s name.

“Awh!” Hunk chirruped, “So who are they?”

Lance kept his head buried in his hands, letting out several harsh breaths.

“Lance?” Hunk asked, “Lance are you ok?” Lance shook his head, curling his hands into fists. The sound of splashing and Lance was suddenly squished between his two friends.

“Hey,” Pidge said, “What’s wrong?”

Lance let out a huff of breath, “Nothing, it doesn’t matter.”

“Oh come on,” Pidge said, “Don’t make me say it.”

“You’re going to have to say it,” Hunk replied.

“Please I don’t want to,” she said.

“Just say it,” Hunk said.

“Fine,” Pidge sighed, “We care about you and want to know what is bothering you ok?”

Lance looked up, glancing between them before flicking his tail lightly.

“I can’t like him,” Lance said.

“Is he a selkie?” Hunk asked, “You know your parents would be fine with that.”

“Worse,” Lance said.

“Not a trench mer,” Hunk said, “You can’t survive that deep and they don’t like light!”

“He’s human,” Lance replied.

There was a pause, then a blink.

“You have got to be kidding me,” Pidge said.

“I wish I was,” Lance said, collapsing back on the rock.

“So, how?” Hunk asked, “It’s not everyday you get to talk to a human.”

“He fell off a boat into the water, then fell off a cliff into the water,” Lance said, “I saved him twice and we just started talking, well, I did, he can’t talk.”

“Oh,” Pidge said, “He can’t talk? Sounds perfect for you.”

“Shut up,” Lance said, “He’s nice, sweet. I don’t really know anything about his past though. Not that he could tell me even if he wanted to.”

“So what are you thinking?” Hunk said.

Lance shrugged, “Get over it, what else am I supposed to do. Humans and mer can’t be a thing, there’s no way.”

“You could ask Shiro,” Hunk said.

“What and leave the ocean? Leave my family?” Lance said, “No thanks.”

“Maybe there’s another way?” Pidge asked, “Don’t know until you ask.”

Lance shrugged, “I’ll think about it.”

****

Lance went to the docks late one night, scouring for coins people had dropped between the wood. Bobbing to the surface, Lance moved to tug at the mussels attached to the wood. They were Rachel’s favourite and it always paid to stay on her good side. That, was when he heard the sniffling.

Lance floated forwards slightly, eyes scanning the area to see if he could spot whoever was crying. It was really late at night, so who the hell was out at this time? Lance froze when he spotted the figure sitting on the dock, head buried in his hands. That was Lance’s human.

Flicking his tail, Lance launched himself onto the dock. His human jumped, staring at Lance, probably not expecting what just happened.

“What’s wrong?” Lance asked, resting his hand on the human’s arm.

He jerked away, glaring at Lance lightly with red eyes. 

“I look for coins and things here,” Lance explained, “Also the mussels attached to the posts are pretty good.”

The human let out a long breath, looking down at his hands.

“So, what’s wrong?” Lance asked, tilting his head to one side.

The human glared at him for a moment, before letting out a long breath. For a moment, Lance honestly thought he was going to get up and leave. Lance blabbered for ages about his life, his family, everything really. His human seemed unwilling to share anything and not just because he couldn’t talk. This time though, there was a long sigh, before the gesturing started.

He tapped his chest lightly.

“You?” Lance said.

A nod, gesture of walking fingers.

“Walk?”

Shake

“Go?”

Head tilt.

“Leave?”

Nod, pointing to the building on the hill.

“That building?”

Shake.

“Building?” 

Shake.

“House?”

Head tilt.

“Home?”

Nod.

“So, you left home?” Lance asked.

His human nodded, before resting a hand over his chest.

“What?”

A frustrated frown, before he thumped his chest.

“Chest?” Lance asked.

An eyeroll, his human lifted up Lance’s hand, miming placing a kiss on it.

“Kiss?”

A glower.

“Love?”

A nod.

“You left home because you love someone?” Lance asked.

His human gestured idly.

“I have no idea what you’re saying,” Lance said.

He got an eyeroll for that. But Lance had a sinking feeling in his chest, his human was sobbing, on his own, in the dark.

“They don’t love you back?” Lance asked.

A nod.

“Why don’t you go back home?”

A headshake.

“You can’t?”

Another nod.

“I’m sorry.”

A shrug.

There was a long beat of silence.

“So there’s no chance?” Lance asked.

The human shook his head. He gestured to his neck, then his left hand. Lance was confused for a few moments, then he realised what was being mimed.

“Marriage?” he asked, a nod.

“They married someone else?” Lance asked.

Another nod.

“Well…that sucks,” Lance said.

He got a weak smile for that. 

“I was supposed to get married you know,” Lance said, leaning back.

He got a curious look.

“To a prince of the next kingdom over, he vanished before we could though.”

Wide-eyed his human stared at him.

“I didn’t tell you I was a prince did I?”

A headshake.

“Probably should have mentioned that.”

A nod.

****

I’ll think about it turned into Lance braving the dark waters to find himself in Shiro’s cave. Ok, braving was a stretch, the only thing scary about Shiro’s cave was it was dark and kind of…spiky. There were also sharks that patrolled around the area, but they didn’t bother Lance.

Running his hand down the side of one of them, Lance smiled.

“Hey buddy,” Lance said with a smile, “You doing a good job huh.”

The shark flicked past him, and Lance continued forwards.

“Hello? Shiro?” Lance called into the cave, slipping between the spiky rocks, “Are you there?”

“Who’s there?” a voice called from deeper in the cave.

“Um, I’m Lance? Prince of the sharks?” Lance called.

He’d never met Shiro before, never really had a reason to use his magic. Everyone had heard of him though.

“Prince of the sharks? Interesting,” Shiro said.

Lance flicked forwards slightly, hovering slightly in what could be equated to a doorway.

“I need some help,” he said.

“Of course,” Shiro said, “That’s all anyone comes for.”

Lance winced, “I’m sorry?”

“Don’t worry, it’s not your fault,” Shiro said, “I’m the one living in a dark cave…in the middle of nowhere…with sharks surrounding the area…yeah, it’s really my own fault. So, what are you after?”

“It’s a bit of a strange request,” Lance said, flicking in a bit more.

“I promise you,” Shiro said, “It will not be the strangest thing I’ve ever been asked for.”

“I, I think I like a human?” Lance said, “And I want to do something about it?”

Shiro froze for a second, before shaking his head.

“No, no, nononononononono…I can’t help you,” he said, waving his hands around, “I don’t do transformations into humans anymore, anything else yes, this no.”

“Wait, wait,” Lance said, cutting off Shiro’s rambling, “I don’t want to be a human.”

“You don’t?” Shiro asked, “Well, good, so what were you thinking?” “I don’t know, I was hoping for suggestions?” Lance said.

Shiro hummed, tapping his chin lightly. He opened his mouth several times to say something, but kept closing it thoughtfully. 

“There might be something I can do,” Shiro said hesitantly, “But it won’t be easy. Do you really like this human?”

Lance nodded, “I do, I just, he seems so lonely and I want to help.”

Shiro nodded, “Alright, There are several ingredients I need you to gather, they’re not hard to get a hold of, they’re just a bit far away. The finished product should enable him to breathe underwater, although, he’d not park selkie or mer or anything water based right? Because it will turn him into that.”

Lance nodded, “I can do that and I don’t think so?”

Shiro nodded, “I’ll give you a list, when you get everything to me, I can make it for you.”

****

“I need to go away for a while,” Lance said, “I’ll be back soon enough.”

His human stared at him for a moment, face dropping and arms crossing over his chest. 

“I have something important to do, I’ll be back before you know it,” Lance shrugged.

His human seemed to droop even more, picking lightly at his fingernails.

“Promise, you won’t even miss me,” Lance smiled, resting a hand on his shoulder, “Won’t even notice I’m gone.”

This didn’t seem to help, so Lance pulled him into a hug. His human was not expecting this and tensed at the contact, but soon relaxed against Lance’s chest. 

“Just don’t go falling off things into the water while I’m away ok?” Lance said, “I won’t be here to save you.”

There was a huff of breath against his collarbone, and hesitant arms wrapped around his waist.

Shiro was right, the ingredients were not difficult to get, just far apart. Lance had been to far flung placed before, he was a shark, migrating around the ocean was what they did. He collected fallen sharks teeth, headed to the icy waters to sheer a tiny amount of a narwhal tusk, dove into the depths to collect whale bones, plucked spines of urchins, arms off starfish, a hair from the mane of a sea serpent. There was not one corner of the ocean he had not scoured. A black pearl, scales from the immortal fish, a sucker from a kraken, an increasing range of rare and exotic ingredients.

It took a while, but eventually, Lance had brought Shiro all the ingredients. He slept for almost a full day after that, after having to endure the endless badgering from Pidge and Hunk. After that, he collected the finished potion from Shiro and headed towards the beach.

****

His human wasn’t there, which was probably not unexpected. Lance splayed out on the rock beside the beach, looking out to the sand. He didn’t appear that day, or the next, or the next. Lance began to grow worried, had he forgotten? Given up on Lance? Left the area?

On the fifth day, Lance was just about ready to give up. Maybe his human had found happiness, that would be nice. It broke his heart, but, just as long as he was happy. After all, that was what this had been for. So what if he found that happiness without Lance. Flicking his tail, Lance thumped it on the rock. Alright, fine, Lance was a little annoyed, he’d done so much to get this potion.

The sound of loud splashing, Lance’s head shot up. His human, there, wading through the water towards him.

“Hey! Hey! What?” Lance said, reaching out a hand.

His human grabbed his hand, allowing Lance to pull him up onto the rock.

“What on earth were you?” Lance started, but never finished.

Arms wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him into a tight hug. Lance laughed, curling his own arms around the human.

“I didn’t think you were going to come back,” Lance said with a chuckle.

A headshake and a squeeze.

“So you missed me?”

There was no reply to that, but Lance could see the pale skin going red.

“I’m going to take that as a yes.”

The two of them sat together on the rock, Lance held out the small glass bottle.

“This should help you breathe underwater,” he said, “It’s what I’ve been getting for you while I’ve been away. This way, you can come visit my family, my friends, you wouldn’t have to be so alone anymore. Apparently if you’re half a water-based creature like a selkie you’ll become one? So just?”

Whatever Lance was going to say next was cut off as arms wrapped tightly around his neck, his human burying his face in the soft skin there.

“Um? Ok, it’s not really that big of a…” Lance started, but was cut off again as the human pressed their lips together.

Lance froze, at a complete loss as to what was happening. It finally seemed registered and he began to kiss his human back, resting one hand on his waist, the other curling in his hair. Lance pulled away slightly.

“What was that for?”

A look of how can you be so stupid, but with an affectionate smile.

“Yeah but, what about the other…” Lance said.

A hand over his mouth stopped Lance from continuing, he got an eyeroll and the human’s hand moving from over his mouth to cup his cheek. He pressed their lips together again, before taking the small glass bottle out of Lance’s hand. 

“I mean…you don’t have to if you don’t want too I just thought…” Lance didn’t even get to finish before his human drained the whole thing in one, “Or you could do that I guess.”

There was a pause and Lance wondered if it had worked, then his human doubled over, clutching his head.

“Hey,” Lance said, “Hey, are you ok?”

It was a really, really stupid question. Especially as the human began to pitch sideways, ridged in pain. Lance reached forwards, grabbing him so he wouldn’t fall in the water and pulling him into a tight hug.

“You’re ok,” Lance said softly, “You’re going to be ok.”

Lance held him close to his chest, rubbing up and down his back and holding tight as he thrashed in pain. He had no idea what to do, what was happening, all he could do was hold his human tight and wait for the pain to pass. And hope nothing bad would happen, well, nothing worse then what was currently happening.

Eventually, his human went limp in his arms. Lance let out a long breath, nosing lightly at his human’s hair. It took a moment for Lance to realise he’d squeezed his eyes closed, human clutched close to him. Cautiously, Lance peeled his eyes open, moving his human away from his chest to look down at him. A sharp inhale as Lance cupped the face of…who was a human.

Red scales crawled up his neck and cheeks, fins folded in front of his ears. Lance shifted his eyes down, the red and black scales running down his arms to slightly webbed fingers. A smooth black and red tail laying over the rock with soft fish-fins spread out. He was a mer, a reef mer if Lance took a guess. A hand curled around his wrist and purple-blue eyes flickered open to look at him.

“Lance,” he croaked, voice rough with disuse.

His head dropped backwards as he fell unconscious.

****

Lance looked out at the water, wondering how long he could stay here until someone realised he was missing. Sighing, Lance looked back and down. What was once his human, who is now apparently a mer was curled up in the curve of Lance’s tail. His head was resting on Lance’s waist, soft puffs of water running over his skin. Reaching out, Lance tangled his hand in dark hair, scratching lightly at the scalp underneath. He got a soft noise and the mer curled up tighter, before opening his eyes.

“Lance?” he croaked out again.

His eyes darted down, looking at his hands, his tail, smoothing his hands up his face to his earfins. Lance just watched, waiting for the mer to get his barings.

“I guess I owe you an explanation,” he said, smiling a little awkwardly. 

“You could start with your name,” Lance replied. 

He pushed himself out of the curve of Lance’s tail, resting on the rocky floor of the underwater cave beside him. 

“I’m Keith,” he said, “I…I’m the prince of the reef mer, I guess…that makes me your fiancé?”

Lance froze, staring at Keith, twitching his tail lightly.

“You’re who?” he said.

“Keith,” he said, “Prince of the reef mer, I…”

He looked up the top of the cave, flicking his fins.

“The night before our wedding, I panicked,” he continued, “I had fallen in love with a human and…no offense…I didn’t really want to marry a stranger. So, I went to Shiro and he made me human. The human though, he loved another and I…didn’t think there was any way I could return home.”

Reaching out, Lance rested a hand on his shoulder, giving it a squeeze.

Keith looked up, smiling lightly. Flicking his tail, Keith swam to cup Lance’s face gently.

“But you,” Keith said, “You did so much for me, you travelled through every ocean for me.”

Keith pressed their mouths together, curling his arms around Lance. Making a surprised noise, Lance wrapped his arms around Keith’s waist, pulling him closer. 

“You brought me home,” Keith whispered softly.

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