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On the Sea - Chapter Two: Possibilities

You had only seriously considered the prospect of marriage once before. The engagement had been somewhat expected, but you were surprised at how easy it was to say ‘yes’. That was nearly four years ago, though, and you convinced yourself that you would never allow yourself to experience that pain again.

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you. You’re welcoming the intimacy. You’re enjoying being loved again. You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Synopsis: Frank and Honey explore the prospects of their relationship and what the future could entail while avoiding skeletons in the closet.

Warnings: SMUT!!! minors DNI, oral (fem receiving), rimming (fem receiving) unprotected p in v, some anal (fem receiving, just a finger lol), praise kink, breeding, alcohol consumption, fluff, angst!

A/N: HEY LOL! we’re making way into the thick of it……. I love their

dynamic so much, they’re just like me fr!! crazy!! I’m so excited for this to unfold mwahaha. ALSO. READER IS REFERRED TO AS “Honey” BUT THIS IS STILL SELF INSERT.

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“That George is somethin’.” He laughs behind the large box, straining his neck to catch a glimpse of you in front of him.

“Tell me about it!” You huff. “Told you he’s a know it all.” Your laugh is melodic as you approach your vehicles, grunting as you drop the box of art supplies on the ground.

“You’d make a wonderful mom, y’know. T’s like you’re a natural or somethin’.” He presses a chaste kiss to your cheek.

The green dragon stretches its wings at his observation. That familiar emptiness that burrows within your chest widens and threatens to swallow you whole. It’s not his fault, you remind yourself. He doesn’t know.

You collect yourself by inhaling deeply. A hesitant smile makes its way to your lips as you watch Frank cluelessly dig through the purse attached to his shoulder in search of your keys, his face visibly relaxing when he finds them, and unlocks the car with a beep. He balances the boxes on the floor and backseat, careful not to obstruct the view from your mirrors, and jumps in surprise as you land a smack to his backside.

“Sorry, sweetheart. Couldn’t help myself.” you tease him with his own line from hours before.

Hands press against your face, squishing your cheeks ever so slightly and you’re suddenly crashing into him. The kiss takes you by surprise; it’s desperate, as if you were away for months and just returned home, unsure if you would have another opportunity to express your affections again.

Fingers gently scratch at your scalp, dragging you further into him, his nose pressing against your own. You close your eyes, allowing yourself to submit to the affection- your own hands cradling his jaw with fingers resting on his cheeks.

Something clicks, finally, and you melt into him with a sigh of relief. The hints of doubt that clouded your subconscious, wondering if you were allowed this happiness, if you were deserving of such a selfless and fierce love, dissipated as he clung to you in desperation. He acts as if he was starving- chasing your lips and grabbing at your hips to pull you closer, eager for any ounce of you.

He acts as if you were an ebb current- like you would recede into the vast body of water if his grasp loosened.

You moan into him as his neediness and devotion to you pacifies the green dragon.

The kiss is cut short as a group of strangers pass by, cheering at your very public display of affection. Frank can’t help but smile and shout back at the anonymous support- he is proud to be seen with you. The blush blossoms to your neck and ears as you smile and shield your face out of bashfulness.

“I’ll see you at home,” he presses a chaste kiss to your burning cheek before opening your door and ushering you into the car. He would buckle you in if he could, but you swat him away playfully.

“Drive safe, I love you.” the door closes before you have a chance to say it back.

You manage to beat him to the apartment, surprisingly. He typically complains at the way you follow the speed limit or grumbles when you let pedestrians cross the street, they’ll stop eventually, but you weren’t complaining at the opportunity to decompress in private. Cabinet doors squeak as you pull a wine glass from its hiding place, quick to fill it with whatever bottle was closest to you. Its bitter taste coats your tongue and you relish in the familiar flavor, closing your eyes as you lean into the counter.

Sun filters through the open windows, engulfing the room in warm flames. Your eyes squint automatically as the light reflects off of the framed pictures hanging on the wall. The glass of wine rests in your hand as you travel to the sparkling photo- it’s one of your favorites.

Frank is smiling back at you as you approach the wall. Your head rests in the crook of his shoulder, unable to contain your laughter as he sports a Santa hat- it was your first Christmas together.

The cardboard boxes of your limited belongings were pushed to the corner, and the tree sparkled with cheap lights, but you were happy. There were few presents, but it didn’t matter- neither of you were exactly great at receiving anything, but you were exceptional at giving everything.

Your gaze moves to another framed picture. This one is your favorite.

The sun was setting in Central Park, a shadow cast across your bodies. He looked huge compared to you, or maybe it was the way your bodies practically melted into one another as you rested against him, head on his shoulder, and his head rested on yours. The invisible coffee in your hands provided some warmth, but nothing compared to what his presence provided. No words were spoken as you sat and watched the sunset together. Central Park became something entirely new for you that day.

Plenty of people surrounded you: stragglers, families, friends, but it didn’t matter- in that moment, it was just the two of you. There was nothing to say- there weren’t words that could adequately describe how right it felt to be with one another. You think the stranger that took the picture probably knew it, too. It was something out of a movie, a highly respected romance novel, a fairytale- and that’s what it was like to be loved by Frank.

Your fingertips rest against the frame, mindlessly tracing the backs of your figures.

“I like that one, too.”

Your heart stops in your chest as his voice fills the room, completely unaware of his arrival.

“Jesus, Frank!” you bend in half, careful not to spill your wine. “God, you can’t do that to me!” You laugh together as you manually restart your heart and force yourself to catch your breath before turning to him with a playful scowl.

“Sorry, sweetheart.” He shuffles backwards as you lazily push him with your free hand.

“Say it like you mean it.” Your hand meets his sturdy chest, and he inches closer to the couch.

“I am sorry for scaring you,” the back of his knees hit the couch and he falls against the cushions, carefully holding onto your waist as you fall against him.

“I didn’t mean to.” You straddle him and take a sip of your drink with a raised brow, not exactly believing the sincerity of his apology.

His hands trace against your frame and land on the curve of your hips, fingers slightly digging into the skin as he watches your face for a reaction. You reply by pressing yourself into him, chest nearly suffocating him, as you place the empty wineglass onto the side table. It surprised you when he gently pushed you away to cradle your face.

Brown eyes find yours and you don’t shy under his gentle stare. It was that look- that look that communicated everything that words failed to- that stitched your heart back together.

It’s quiet as you relax into the private moment, and for once, you admit the idea of marriage doesn’t scare you.

“Not yet, huh?” you whisper as the wine controls your tongue, but you don’t fight it. Your eyes crinkle with honesty.

“Not yet.” He’s surprised that you’re initiating this conversation, must be the wine, but a smile seals his sincerity.

Your fingers rest against his face- thumb gently caressing his cheek and tapping three times as a silent ‘I love you’- and your lips brush over his, lingering, as if asking for permission. He closes the space, melting his lips to yours.

Remnants of wine mix into the kiss as you trace his bottom lip with your tongue in pursuit of more. He allows you access and pulls you closer to him, your core consequently grinding into his waist- you attempt to stifle a moan at the friction. Foreheads meet as you deepen the kiss With closed eyes and heavy breaths, your hips moving on their own accord, chasing the familiar pleasure. He notices your subtle movements and tightens his grip, dragging you against him. You breathe into his open mouth as your core receives attention, allowing yourself to moan as he bites at your bottom lip.

Your head falls back in invitation as Frank’s lips meet your neck. He places wet, open mouth kisses against your jugular before gently sucking at the delicate skin, eliciting sweet moans from you. Your knuckles whiten as you hold on to him, the fabric of his jacket tugging against his broad shoulders. You catch a glimpse of his face as he attempts to rip his jacket off, not being able to contain the laugh as he contorts in frustration, hands getting stuck in the sleeve.

His face drops slightly as you push yourself off of him and stand between his legs- it’s pitiful, really. The fabric of your dress ruffles as it’s lifted over your head and falls into his lap. Goosebumps litter your skin as you adjust to the temperature.

“C’mon,” you hold a hand out to him. “Come, take a shower with me.”

He towers over you as he stands immediately, not failing to enjoy the way your chest looks from the angle. Your hand is small in comparison to his as you lead him to the bathroom.

Stucco chills your back as you’re suddenly pinned against the wall. Frank’s hands roam over your frame, and you laugh into his mouth as you’re pressed against the wall in his desperation. Lips stay connected to your throat as your bra is unclipped and off of your shoulders in one swift motion. You push him away playfully and continue to saunter towards the bathroom.

The water runs hot and steam quickly billows from the glass walls, filling the small room as you adjust the temperature.

A gasp fills the air as you find yourself pressed into the glass door, underwear is yanked to your ankles, and a tongue quickly locates your bundle of nerves.

“Fuck, Frank,” you attempt to look for him, but fail- your head falls against the door as his lips wrap around your clit, his muscular arm remaining in the middle of your back.

He moans at the way you push against the shower in order to press your core against his face for more, causing your legs to shake in the process.

“Please- please don’t stop.” fog blows against the glass.

Your arousal coats his tongue as he laps at your wetness. His hands grab and knead at your ass before spreading you apart even further. The flat of his tongue drags from your sensitive clit to your puckered hole, and he moans into you.

“Oh my God, fuck, baby. Just like that,” the unfamiliar sensation causes your eyes to flutter shut and you shiver as he moans into you.

With one hand holding onto your plump flesh, he snakes the other around your body to rub your clit in circles, drawing moans out of you in the process. He collects a wad of saliva before quickly spitting it across your holes, entranced as it drips down your soaked cunt. His tongue traces and flicks the ring of muscle. You groan and press yourself further down; the pleasure rippling through your body becomes overwhelming.

“That feel good, baby?” He pulls away to gauge your reaction. Your cheek and palms press against the shower door and your eyes shut close while you nod your head.

“So fucking good, baby.” your face scrunches together as he trails his fingers through your wet folds, running from your clit to your tight hole.

“Yeah? You like it when I kiss that pretty asshole, huh? You like being my dirty girl?” He doesn’t wait for your answer before diving back into your dripping cunt with a finger pressed against your hole.

“Yes! Love being your dirty girl” you moan into the glass as he continues to drag his tongue against all of you, his hands holding onto your waist as he holds you against his face, a thumb disappearing into your tightness.

“‘M gonna cum, please, ‘m so close,” your mouth slacks as the pleasure begins to pulse in your belly. Frank moans beneath you as your thighs clench, desperate to hold yourself up.

“Cum for me, sweetheart. Be a good girl and cum on my face.”

Your body obeys him and your orgasm crashes over you. His tongue remains attached to your pussy as you grind your clit against him, prolonging the pleasure for as long as possible. You moan in unison as he sucks against your folds, eager to catch every drop of your arousal.

“Frank,” you whimper as you watch him suck his thumb. Your legs nearly give out as you press your back against the glass.

The kiss is nasty, sloppy, and not enough. Your tongues swirl in each other's mouths and you moan at the taste. He grinds himself into you as your wandering hand finds his hard length through his pants.

“Fuck me.” you mumble into his mouth and he laughs as he pulls back, exerting extreme self-control, even for him.

“Not yet. Let’s take a shower.” His grin is wicked as he opens the shower door, ushering you to get in.

The water feels cool against your skin even though it’s nearly on the hottest setting. Steam practically swallows you as you stand defeated underneath the stream, your thighs still trembling from the aftershocks of your orgasm. You watch as his blurry figure undresses and enters the small space- you nearly drool at the sight of him, and he can only manage to smirk at your eagerness.

You bypass a kiss and attempt to fall to your knees, but he catches you by the arms before you make it.

“Nuh uh,” he tsks. “We’re taking a shower.” A shit eating grin is plastered to his face as he steps around you and underneath the running water, his hair falling flat under the current.

“Frankie,” you whine as you watch the way the water rolls over his muscles.

“Frankie, that’s not fair.” goosebumps spring against your skin at the temperature change and Frank notices the way you slightly shiver.

“C’mere, you’re cold.” he grabs your shoulders and brings you closer to him, admiring the way the drops of water highlight your breasts.

“You can warm me up.” You pout at the lack of attention your core is getting and how his length is pressing against your thigh.

“Yeah?” He moves around you, out of the water, and lathers up his hands with shampoo.

“How do you suggest I do that?” he runs his hands through his hair.

“You can fuck me.”

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pretty pussy?” you clench around nothing and nod.

He inches towards you and your heart beats faster in anticipation before breaking as he nudges you out of the way so that he can rinse the shampoo.

“Use your words, princess.” His eyes are closed as he leans his head back, the suds cascading down his back. He looks beautiful.

“Please fuck me.” you whimper in defeat. You look pitiful.

He takes pity on you as he grabs your face with one hand and cups your aching cunt, gasping at how wet you already were.

“Look at that.” your eyes cross as he looks at you condescendingly.

“You want me to fuck you? Want me to fuck this tight little pussy?” he captures your moan in his mouth as he presses two finger into you, struggling to multitask as he supports your limp body. You nod at him as he hooks his finger into just the right spot.

“Please, please, Frank,” you whine into him as you thrust your hips against him.

Your palms land against the shower wall as he turns you around, chest pressing into the cool tile, legs separating as he nudges the insides of your knees. The tip of his heavy member rubs against your wet folds, tapping at your sensitive clit a few times, before plunging into you without warning.

His chest catches your head as it’s thrown back in response to the sudden fullness, arm hooking around your waist and hand splaying in the center of your chest. Your earlobe is tucked between his teeth as he thrust into you.

“Fuck, oh my God! Just like that!” you reach an arm around in attempts to cradle the back of his head, searching for his lips.

“God, I love the way you take me,” he moans into your open mouth before kissing you back, hand trailing to the base of your neck and squeezing gently.

“So fuckin’ sexy.” your free arm reaches behind his back in search of his waist, fingernails digging into his skin, in order to get him even closer as he compliments you.

“My pretty baby’s so fuckin’ needy, huh?” his fingers rub circles into your clit and you clench around him as he brings your orgasm to the surface.

“Gonna cum for me, sweetheart? Gonna be a good girl and cum all over me?”

“Y-yes, please! Gonna cum, please” your moans are incoherent as he releases you, suddenly gripping your hips as he pulls himself out fully before thrusting back in.

The sounds of wet skin slapping together fill the stall.

“That’s it,” your walls tighten around him as you rub sloppy circles against your clit while he pounds into you. “Such a good girl. There you go. ‘M gonna cum with you.” He moans through gritted teeth and a clenched jaw as he chases his own release.

The cool tile of the shower catches your body as your orgasm courses through your limbs, vision fading as you close your eyes in ecstasy, still moving in tandem with Frank’s rough thrusts. His large hand grips onto your hips as he spills into you with a grunt, admiring the way your arousals mix together on his length.

Warm lips meet your shoulder and his chest rests against your back as you stay connected through the aftershocks.

“Love you,” he plants a kiss. “So much.” He plants another kiss and a dopey smile paints your face as you sigh into the tile before pressing yourself back in order to face him. You involuntarily flutter around him before he pulls himself out of you, and he captures your moan in his mouth.

“Love you,” your lips meet. “So much.” You punctuate with a sincere kiss, your cheeks warming as you find his tender gaze and soft smile.

Bubbles paint over your body as Frank gently rubs the sudsy netted sponge over the length of your arms. You relax under his touch as he continues to clean your body, particularly enjoying the way he lingers over the knots in your shoulders and back with his thumbs. Easy sighs mix with the constant rhythm of falling water while his touch roams over your waist and hips, taking his time to place chaste kisses wherever he pleases. So fuckin’ beautiful.

He gently lowers himself, landing on his knees, while the sponge leaves suds over your thighs and calves. Your heart pounds in your chest as you meet his stare; his warm breath was so close to your core, but he did not indulge himself.

Seeing him on his knees in front of you, basically in complete surrender, caused your skin to prickle.

Except now a man is on his knees in front of you, washing your body, and you’re letting him.

You’re welcoming the intimacy.

You’re enjoying being loved again.

You’re enjoying loving someone again.

The Universe must be a sadist, you think as his lips press against your lower belly, waking the green dragon.

Warm water washes over you like drum rolls, pressing into your soft skin. The stream of water is disrupted as you reach for Frank, beckoning him to stand with you. The innocent kiss had churned the contents of your stomach.

Droplets of water roll onto his forehead and coat his eyelashes. So beautiful. The compliment leaves as a whisper, but he must have heard it as he holds your face in his hands, eyes scanning over your features as he admires the way you fail to hide a smile up at him. He catches the way your eyes crinkle and the life peeks through, and that was all it took for him to place his lips against yours.

The only evidence of tears is the remnants of salt that coat your lips. You don’t even realize you’re crying until he pulls back and wipes at your cheeks, concern plastered across his face.

“Hey, hey,” he coos. “T’s goin’ on? T’s the matter?”

You wish you could tell him. You wish you could explain how unworthy you are to be on the receiving end of his love. You wish you could write out your sins and come clean, making it easier for him to hate you. You wish you could tell him the truth- the whole truth- and maybe then he would understand why he should leave. You wish you could bleed yourself dry at his feet and bare your soul to him, but you settle for the honest and least complicated explanation.

“I just love you so much,” you sniffle. “That’s all.”

The water runs cold at your confession.

“Have you seen my bag?” Your voice is muffled as you rummage through the shared closet.

Frank drags a towel through his damp hair and admires the view; the large tee shirt rests along your back, thin cotton panties offering little coverage as you lean over and scavenge through the messy pile of clothes on the floor.

“Not since last month’s trip.” You huff from your compromised position. “Can you help me look, please?” You’re too distracted to notice him leaning against the doorframe with a smug look.

“I don’t know.” you jump at how close he is. “‘M enjoying the view.” He catches the wrinkled shirt you launch at him against his chest with a laugh.

“Babe, be serious,” you fake a pout, now standing at your full height.

He reaches above your head towards the raised shelf and drops the duffel bag into your arms before placing a chaste kiss to the top of your head.

“Jerk.” You push past him with an exaggerated huff, attempting to hide a smile.

You designate the first weekend of every month for your trips. They aren’t long- barely lasting 48 hours- but you refuse to miss a single one. Even when you had a sinus infection and an almost worrying fever, you made the drive. I’m fine, really. I have to go, you don’t understand. You had told Frank from the very beginning that you had obligations, family things, that would always come first, which is why he rescheduled your first date accordingly and without complaint.

He didn’t ask many questions; it wasn’t that he didn’t care to know, he desperately did, he just respected your privacy and wanted you to feel comfortable enough to share those things with him when it felt right. After all, it was only after he talked about Maria that you mentioned Andrew.

“You excited?” He calls from the comfort of your bed, tucked under the comforter with a book opened against his chest.

“Of course.” A dress is thrown into the bag that lays open on the foot of the bed, your heavy breathing pulling his attention away from his book and onto you.

Multiple drawers of the dresser are opened, different clothing items threatening to spill out as they hang over the edge, your hands hunting for something specific. He’s giving you that look again, but you’re too distracted to notice.

The worn out journal catches his eye as you retrieve it from your underwear drawer and bury it beneath pajamas, finally placing your disheveled bag near the bedroom door.

He’s seen the journal many times before, though the content remains a mystery.

In the beginning, he would catch you scrawling away at your desk before joining you for lunch, always noting how you would slam it shut and shove it into your purse. It was a process for you to trust him enough to open it near him, that he could tell, so he never pushed you, even though his curiosity nearly burned a new hole in his skull.

The first time the green dragon took a real hit, you were sitting at the table with a full cup of coffee in front of you. It was early in the morning, which surprised Frank, seeing that you fight with your alarm clock nearly every morning. The sun was beginning to pour into the kitchen and covered you in a warm haze; you were magical; he thought. Your pen scribbled onto the lined paper, your chin rested on your elbow-propped free hand. He sat across from you, holding his own cup of coffee close to him, drinking in your relaxed state.

“Writin’ anythin’ good?” Your body didn’t tense this time; he took that as a good sign.

“Hm.” You didn’t look up. “Just about family stuff.” You didn’t lie as you continued to write.

He wonders what they’re like- your family. There’s a sister, maybe two?, and you do have parents, but you’ve only mentioned them once through a clenched jaw and glazed eyes you desperately tried to hide, but he noticed. He always does.

He wonders if you take after your dad with the way you snore, especially during the colder seasons. He wonders if your mom taught you how to bake your famous pumpkin muffins, they’re to die for- I swear!, and they were. He imagines you laughing with your sister, or sisters, when you graduated from basic training, hoping someone took a picture. But most of all, he pictures himself meeting them for the first time with you attached to his side, the life in your eyes undeniable.

“I’m leaving at 8 tomorrow.” Drool and toothpaste spill into the sink as you yell at him from the adjoining bathroom.

He hadn’t noticed you finished packing and were following your nightly routine.

“Wake me up so I can walk you out.” His book was open but his gaze was unfocused.

“No way,” You spit into the sink with a chuckle before rinsing your mouth out. “You need your beauty sleep.” The bathroom door closes shut and you shuffle towards the bed, relishing the way your body sinks into the soft mattress and closeness of Frank.

“Callin’ me ugly?” Your back meets his bare chest as he drags your body close to him, pressing a quick kiss into the crook of your neck with a smile.

“Ain’t callin’ you pretty.” The crinkle of your eyes causes his heart to flutter as you attempt to turn your head towards him, signaling for a kiss, and sighing into the awkwardness and tenderness of it.

Your body presses into the mattress as he leans over you, careful not to smother you completely, reaching to turn off the lamp that rests on the table next to your head. A small hum fills the room when he presses his lips to your temple before returning to his previous position, snaking an arm beneath your neck and holding onto your chest to bring you closer.

You melt into him as your spare hand connects with the one just beside your head.

The room buzzes with the busyness of the city just beyond the window. You enjoy the filler noise- the chaos creates a certain familiarness that you can relax into. You’ll never admit it to him, but Frank feels the same.

He interrupts the serenity when he calls your name, your real name.

“Y’don’t have to talk about it if you don’t want, but-“ You absorb the anxiety from his secure grip.

“I’m okay.” A soft smile that he can’t see paints your face, relishing in the ability to complete his unspoken thoughts. His exhale blows against the crown of your head.

“Y’Can tell me anything. Y’know that, right?” You rub your thumb against the inside of his index finger, your heart faltering just a bit. It’s like he can read you, or something.

“I know,” you lie with a sigh, forcing yourself to sound sincere.

“I just love you too damn much, that’s all.” You mean it as you tap your thumb against his three times as a silent ‘I love you’.

His body adjusts against yours and his arm rests against your waist, hand splaying across your lower stomach, thumb rubbing gentle circles into the soft flesh.

The green dragon stirs in its sleep.

chapter three

A/N: AHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!! I love this chapter so much but I wanna strangle Miss Honey so bad like girl, just be honest!!!!! Anyways. Hope you guys enjoyed- thank you for reading!!!!!!

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kittenbradensgf · 1 year

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Okay let's talk about how interesting, nuanced and misunderstood Billy Russo is.

So much is said about Billy. There are so many things we see him do and in the midst of all this there is the unsaid. The unspoken.

"Billy loves Frank but not more than he loves himself."

When Frank confronts Billy about his part in his family's murder he says no, if he'd done it Frank would be dead. Frank's family was never a part of it. Now it's easy to say that this was Billy giving himself an out, a way to take the blame off himself but that's not in his character. He may justify his actions and use cheap excuses but he doesn't run away from them.

Billy did a lot for Rawlins and yet he never killed Frank for him. He most likely couldn't bring himself to do it and although he knew of the assassination, he probably told himself that he was gonna look after Maria and the kids. A way of apologizing to Frank and honoring him.

Billy tells Frank that he never had anyone but Frank counters by saying that he had them.

I think the reason why Billy doesn't allow himself to feel remorse over what happened is because of this phrase I'll borrow from Daenerys "If I look back, I am lost". He can't allow himself to regret it because this will have all been for nothing. He created this empire to make his mom feel proud and regret her neglect of him but that failed. It means not only has he betrayed Frank in the worst way but it was for zilch.

That moment after Frank smashed his head against the mirror and he is holding a knife to his throat, ready to slit it, Frank briefly hesitates but Billy takes his hand and begs him to end it. That is such a tender moment for all that is happening in that scene. On the one hand, I can acknowledge that it might be because his face is disfigured but what if it's also due to regret over his actions. He has truly lost everything and has nothing to bring him comfort. When he had his money he could at least take small comfort in that. But now he is unable to, he doesn't even have Frank to lean on.

Sorry to make this even longer but let's rewind to that scene when he had Frank tied up (kinky 😉)

Rawlins calls him grunt, good for nothing and Billy says he should have let Frank kill him. He then proceeds to cut Frank loose and watches him, in lust, as he kills Rawlins with his bare hands. Frank passes out after this but Billy does not use that to his advantage. I can't remember why I wanted to mention this but I liked it.

THIS. this this this all of this.

The Daenerys quote is so so perfect for him. I do believe that Billy, somewhere deep down, really does regret doing what he did, his metaphorical “deal with the devil”(and we can always talk about the Dorian Gray parallels there). But he cannot let himself dwell on it. I feel there is a misconception that Billy simply does not feel emotions. He maybe unempathetic to others, and very self absorbed, but I do think he feels things stronger than we are led to believe, and if he allows himself to feel them fully, and look back on what he did, he will be lost, he will fall apart, because as you said, Billy does love Frank. He does. He may love himself more but that does not take away any of the love he also holds for Frank.

I think Billy is a person very led by his emotions. He can be cold and cut off from them at times, but fundamentally, they rule him. Classic Scorpio behaviour lol. I think that as a child Billy may have let them show a lot more, let them guide him, but after the things he experienced, he found it safer to withdraw them, make it seem like he didn’t care, so that he wouldn’t get hurt. He ended up loving only himself because he was scared that if he let anyone else try he’d get hurt again.

Until Frank. I think Frank broke down a lot of Billy’s defences, he’d loved him and Billy, for a moment had let him. And Billy had loved him back.

But Billy, with all his abandonment issues, and deep rooted fear of being hurt by people he’d let love him, found it easier to cut Frank off, even in the most permanent way possible, than wait for Frank to inevitably do it to him. It’s a classic BPD trait. (Billy is implied to have some kind of personality disorder, and shows traits that could be attributed to any of them, its left vague.) Hurt yourself, abandon yourself, before they can do it to you.

That quote really is perfect for him, in this sense.

Moving away from the more emotional sense of it, it also so perfect in a more literal sense, like you said. Out of all the things he did, and how much they hurt him, and how much he would not let himself feel that pain, that self-betrayal, he gained something. He gained all that he never had. It may have been all materialistic and empty, but he could live with that. He’d been living like that his whole life.

And then after it all fell apart, and the reason he did it didn’t matter anyway, because despite all of it, his mother still hadn’t a care for him, nor did she regret any of the things she did, still only really caring about getting more of the drug she was dependant on. And Billy just couldn’t let himself look back on it and realise that all he had done he had done for nothing. That he gave up the only person who’d really cared about him in hopes of material gain to please someone who’d never cared for him, and never would. If he tried dwelling on that, he would be lost.

And then after he’d truly lost everything, even Frank, all he wants if for him to end it, He wants it to be Frank to do it, bringing him that small comfort. But Frank can’t. Frank lets him live, takes mercy on him, so to speak, though it is far from merciful. He has absolutely nothing, he can’t even die by Frank’s hand. That scene, the little touch of hands, the small request, is just so so meaningful to Billy’s character, and his relationship with Frank.

Onto some of the other things in this ask, “Billy did a lot for Rawlins and yet he never killed Frank for him.”

I honestly do not think Billy ever would have killed Frank on anyone else's terms but his own. I don’t even think he wanted to do it at all. (see: the scene where he hold a gun to Frank head but refuses to pull it, the scene where he does shoot him, but only gets his temple, even though he is a trained sniper, all the times he doesn’t shoot or stab him in their fight on the carousel, even though he easily could’ve)

He did indeed refuse to be the one to pull the trigger in the first place. And sure, he said that if he had done it, Frank would be dead. I don’t doubt that, Billy is a excellent sharpshooter. He’s right when he says that he wouldn’t have missed. But I’m focusing on “if I had done it,” because he didn’t. He specifically made the choice not to. When Frank, later that episode, asked he to do it, he agreed. He does not want to be the one to kill Frank on anyone’s terms but Frank’s own. He agrees because Frank specifically asks him to do so.

I also think that Billy regrets the death of Frank’s family, to a degree. They were innocent, it was only Frank that really had to die (and Billy has his own conflicts on that, given that really it was only petty revenge on Rawlins’ part for his eye), they were just caught in the crossfire, they were just convenient to get rid of at the same time. But, like I said earlier, Billy loves Frank, and I think that does extend to his family. They really were the only family he ever had, and in the scenes we see with them, I don’t think that’s pretending, though it’s hard to tell.

There is a darker side to it too, and the possibility that he only loved them because of his love for Frank, but disliked the fact he had to share. Billy is selfish, and Frank is the only one he’d ever really loved. It makes sense that Billy may turn a blind eye to their deaths just because of that, and that also contributing to the reason Billy cannot kill Frank. He can kill his family, even feel regret for it, but he can’t kill Frank. That’s too far. It’s fucked up, of course it is, especially because the plan was for Frank’s death, not his family. Maybe Billy even set it up knowing that Frank would survive but Maria, and the kids, would not. I have a lot of feelings about this, I’d love to be able to know Billy’s thoughts on it. Unfortunately, I cannot, so these are my theories.

And you’re right, Billy does use excuses and weak justifications for the things he does, but he doesn’t shift the blame off of him. He knows what he has done.

And to end it off, I also love that scene you mentioned right at the end. truly the definition of intricate rituals, and also an incredibly meaningful scene in relation to their relationship. Billy cutting Frank’s zipties and just watching, in pure adoration, and Frank does what Frank does best, once again, refusing to kill him.

Thank you so much for this ask, this was so fun to write, even if it got way longer than expected! My dm’s are always open if you want to talk more about it.

#asks #wow this got really long #long post #billly russo #frankenbilly #brank #frank castle #the punisher #character analysis #analysis

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seeasweetsmile · 11 months

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OK folks, I think I need to presents you the stories fic and ideas about Team Rocket's organisation (and Jessie, because she's linked to them) I'm working with a friend of mine.

First of all, we started our ideas based on CD drama.

To the recall:

The events happened 20 years ago. Madame Boss (Giovanni's mother) already founded Team Rocket. She treat Giovanni as a brat boy (he's approximately 20y/o since he's 40/41 at OriginalSerie) and she seems more exaspered by him than loved him dearly.

Miyamoto (Jessie's mom) was elite agent of TR, have a sunshine personality, seems close to Mme Boss, and discovered Mew on her own with recording radios and stuffs. She was sent to Andes moutains by Mme Boss to capture Mew in order to make so much money and being powerfull. At the pic of the moutain, right when the sun hits, Miyamoto meets Mew and she show her picture of kid Jessie. Before her departure to oversea, she leaves Jessie 5y/o in orphanage/foster care. Unfortunately, an avalanche started, Mew run away and Miyamoto was swept away. Since then, she has been missing...

Now, our ideas about Team Rocket - PART 1 : The organization

- We decided to name Madame Boss Wanda. it's "Vandale" derive from "Voleur", so it's perfect for her. Plus, Wanda is a beautiful name.

- The HQ is at Celadon, under the Casino like in the games. They possess the inn in the town to have dorms and cafeteria for the members. They have training field in the forest in the North of the town. Since they're not in the Victory Road's moutains yet, there's no Rocket school and their technological and scientific section are not super large or advanced. Neither is their infirmary, it's very basic (to the point of having only single beds like in middle schools y'know? lol, or to carrying out operations on the spot).

- Miyamoto is named Jane (I think it's a fandom name that people already coming with? Like, to follow the pattern of gangsters name Calamity Jane). We think she's 35 years old in the drama, so she had Jessie at 30. She meets Jessie's dad (we named him Phil) in a bar at Celadon city. He's a police officer and doesn't know Jane is in Team Rocket (she made up a lie about her work). They quickly fall in love and become a couple. When Madame Boss learn that Jane has relationship with a police officer, she's not mad, she rather encourages Jane to continues the relationship in order to steal informations from him (even if it's risky). Jane and Phil share few years of many loveling moments and vacations trip together. After that, Phil has opportunitie to go to work at Unys, while Jane discover she's pregnant...

- Giovanni is advanced grunt, he's prefer doing solo missions because he feel that every partner he had keep him slow. He's impulsive, proud and arrogant due to his statut of Team Rocket's heir. He's good at pokemon battle.

- Despite being Boss's son, Madame Boss doesn't give him privileges. In fact, it's the opposite: she forces him to works twice harder to grant her wishes and expectations to be great. She thinks being tough to him is the way to make him strong. She don't hesitate to put him down. Like, "tough love" mindset, you know?

- Nanu is an officer in Kanto region, he's friend with Giovanni. Giovanni/Madame Boss make a deal with the police department: Giovanni denounce others gangs or teams wanted by the police, and the police close their eyes to TR's mischiefs.

-Archer is Giovanni's most loyal friend. Even if he's not team's up with Giovanni, he encourage him in his efforts and support him in his ideas. He believes that Giovanni will make a great leader in the future and Archer will be his right-hand man, just like in the games.

- Madame Boss recruted Ariane (who is a little younger than Giovanni, she's 18y/o). The old lady in charge of recruitment from Delibird's first episode (we named her Yolande) spot her in Johto region, doing evil stuffs, trying to recruit her but Ariane don't believe her or trust her. Yolande call Mme Boss to tell all about it, and Madame Boss flies as fast as she can in a private helicopter to meet and convince Ariane to be a part of Team Rocket.

(☝ this idea is already written, it's a standalone one-shot)

#team rocket #madame boss #giovanni #miyamoto #pokemon #officer nanu #executive ariana #jessie #executive archer

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gashinabts · 3 years

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anti-romantic | (m)

word: 4.1k

Pairing: Jungkook x Reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Fluff, Smut

Summary: celebrating father’s day without actually having kids is more fun according to you and jungkook

Warnings: hidden oral sex (fem), blow job, public sex, slight choking, riding, some roleplay (hehe)

a/n: lol this was in my drafts and was supposed to be posted on father’s day but idk if you guys liked this couple...but here it is! Might do more drabbles and stuff with this couple. lemme know what you guys think.

Read this first —> anti-baby fever

“ Happy Father's day!,” you place the bouquet of flowers on the desk before jumping on his body that was peacefully sleeping in the bed. There’s a grunt that comes out and you nuzzle your way into his neck, kissing his moles until he wakes up.

Jungkook's eyes open slowly, yawning loudly before speaking. “ How’d you find out that I have a kid? I thought I did a better job of being discreet,” he smiles when you bite his neck. His large hands hold onto your waist moving you so that you are sitting on top of him.

“ Yeah happy father’s day...because I do be swallowing your babies,” you hold back your laughter as you try to finish your sentence.

Jungkook barks a laugh, shaking his head at the dirty joke. “ I’m surprised to hear that coming from your mouth but I’m also proud,” he brings your head down to kiss your lips. There’s a slight gap when he pulls apart, “ So where is my breakfast in bed?” Jungkook asks, his lips barely touch yours as he speaks.

“ Damn, you're taking this roleplay too far,” you huff a laugh. “ Do you also want me to buy you a barbecue grill?” His eyes playfully roll, bringing you down to kiss him once more.

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As funny as it sounds your dad is trying to convince Jungkook to buy a similar barbecue as him, they are talking among themselves, grilling some meat as you are with your mother and sister. It's a small gathering and you just want to go back inside your parents house because it is a million degrees outside. “ Auntie Y/N come swim with us,” one of your nephews comes to splash water on you. He laughs loudly when you give him an annoyed look, as the cold water drenched your summer dress.

“ I don’t have any swim suits and if I get in there I will probably drown you in front of your mom,” you feel a pinch on your left arm from your mom giving you a disappointed look. On the other hand your sister laughs, shaking your head as she breastfeeds her daughter. The little brat taunts you sticking his tongue out then swims along to play with his cousins. “ I’m kidding,” you tell your mom.

Turning back to drinking your ice tea, you sigh at the words your mother says next. “ So when are you and Jungkook going to get married? You are not getting anymore younger and it will be hard to get pregnant-”

“ Mom...,” your sister tries to defend you.

The thought of swimming sounds more appealing to you, anything that makes you stray away from this conversation with your mother. “ We actually got married, we just didn’t invite you to the wedding,” you look at your mom, her eyes shooting daggers at you. “ Imma go swimming. My stuff is still in my old room, yeah?” Your mom nods her head, pinching the bridge of her nose, probably at the annoyance of you.

Stepping in your old room feels nice, the cold air hitting your slightly sweaty face, instantly making you cool down. You toss your body on your bed, closing your eyes, taking a breather before going outside and into the boiling pits of hell. “ This brings up old memories,” you hear your boyfriend. Smiling you look to the doorway, his body leaning against your door entrance, his arms are crossed and there’s muscle definition on his biceps.

“ Yeah, because we lost our virginity on this bed,” you hold your hand out so he can come closer to you. Jungkook leans down, giving you quick kisses before giving you a suggestive look.

“ Should we recreate it?,” his eyebrows go up and down.

“ Okay,” you whisper, bringing his head down to kiss him again. “ That means you have to come in the first minute,” you laugh as he lets out a groan. Pushing him away you get up from the bed, and go to the drawers and grab a swimsuit. Putting it on you feel the straps digging into your hips and your top barely covering your boobs. Of course you don’t fit your high school swimsuits.

“ Fuck,” you hear Jungkook sigh. Turning around you give him a confused look until you look down and see a boner. “ You look so fucking hot,” he comes to grab at your ass but you smack it off. Jungkook likes that you can’t fit in your bottoms, your cheeks showing making him want to bite it. Your hips look wider and he wants to hold on to it, feeling your supple skin that spills out from the thin straps. And the way your boobs spill out like they are purposely begging him to suckle on them.

The apple of cheeks blush, your eyes widening at the intense stare. Shaking your head while looking at the door entrance nervously to see if anyone saw this scene. “ We are not fucking here, wait till we get home,” you lift your top up to try to cover more skin.

“ Let me just taste you, baby. I’ll be quick,” his hands hold your hands kissing it, giving you his best puppy eyes. He just wants to smell you and taste you. A whole parade happens in his head when you agree, leaning against the dresser and parting your legs.

Maybe it’s the heat that went to your head, that made you dumbly nod without thinking about the consequences that might happen. It turns you on even more, that you guys have to be careful and aware of your surroundings. Jungkook goes on his knees, pecking the inside of thigh before moving the swimsuit to the side, showing him your glistening folds. Immediately, his mouth is on you, tasting your arousal on his taste buds. One of your hands goes up to your mouth softening your quiet moans. The other hand, holds the dresser tightly, afraid that you might fall down.

His tongue lathers you wetness, looking up to see your chest heavily move and down. Your pretty eyes looking down at his mouth work wonders on you. “ Jungkook,” you moan. His rough hands lift your thighs up, stuffing his face more in, tongue penetrating in and out in your entrance.

Lewd noises are being made by the two of you. Jungkook’s lips smack against your pussy, while your moaning has increased despite your hand muffling the noises. Your eyes widen when you notice your door is still open, anybody can pass by because the bathroom is across your room. “ Pay attention to me baby,” Jungkook smacks the outside of your thigh.

Listening to his words, you look into his doe eyes, his tongue do small licks on clit then sucking it before his lips plop off loudly. “ I don’t want you wearing this outside, because all I want to do is fuck you silly,” his finger goes to your entrance, thrusting slowly with a slight curl. “ I love the way you look in this,” his other finger joins and watches your hips ride them like it was his cock. He blows cool air onto your folds watching your body twitch at the sensation.

“ Yeah? I can barely fit in it,” you say as you toss your head back. There’s a cooling sensation against your heat, pulling your bottoms more to the side so it doesn’t go in the way of his mouth.

“ That’s why I love it, your body spilling out of it and it’s fucking hot. Look at your tits barely covered, your nipples are begging to be sucked on,” he gives you a sloppy kiss on your clit before continuing, “ Your hips look really wide, you know that means you can take my cock better.” His thumb rubs your clit fast, more wetness seeps out of your entrance making his fingers slide in faster. “ I also love it because I got to see you grow into and out of this swimsuit. Just proves to you that I’m always here,” he pecks your thigh.

The words make you blush, insecurities washed away because you never thought that not fitting your swimsuit could be this hot and liberating. More importantly it makes you want to come all over his mouth. “ I love you,” you whisper softly.

His eyes are sparkly, looking like he holds the constellations in his eyes. “ I love you,” he says. Then placing his mouth on your cunt. Eating you up like he didn’t eat at all today. He moans into you, as your hands hold his hair tightly, the vibrations hitting your sensitive nerves making you moan loudly as you come against his wet mouth. Your hips moving against his mouth as you come down your high, finally stopping after a few seconds. Jungkook places your bikini back in place, kissing your hip.

His hair is in his face, you tuck a strand behind his ear, “ Yeah, I’m not going swimming anymore,” you laugh in disbelief that your boyfriend ate you out in your childhood bedroom while your family is outside. Taking off your bikini you return back to your summer dress.

“ Yeah, we don’t want you flashing a nipple when you do a cannonball,” he laughs, getting up and watching you look at the mirror. There’s a slight frown on your face, he comes closer plopping his head on your shoulder. “ What’s wrong?” his hands are placed on your waist drumming his fingers.

“ Do you want to get married?” your eyes meet Jungkook’s. His eyes widening at your question, there’s a couple seconds of silence. His body immediately leaves your, creating a small gap. Turning around to face him instead of talking to his reflection.

Jungkook's eyebrows raise. “ Are you asking me or is it your mom?” When he was talking to your father earlier, he noticed you looking annoyed while talking to your mother. There was a small frown on your pretty face, and he wanted to kiss it off but your father was talking about which charcoal he uses for the grill.

“ It’s better to just get it over with, so she won’t have to keep pestering me,” you shrug. Which is probably not the right choice of words, since Jungkook lets out a disappointed sigh. His hand pushes his hair back in frustration.

“ Seriously, Y/N?” As much of Jungkook would love to get married to you, he doesn’t want to get proposed because ‘you just want to get it over with’, it leaves his heart feeling heavy that you don’t see the problem in this.

The tone in his voice sounds just like your mother, a chastising tone, and you get annoyed.“ I thought you wanted that,” you toss your head back. Not knowing what you are doing wrong.

Jungkook doesn’t want to argue, especially now, since you guys are supposed to be spending family time. “ Not like that,” he rolls his eyes at how unaware you are. There’s a few seconds of silence, his hands push his hair back in frustration. “ Let’s go back out,” he says in defeat. Walking ahead of you, not holding your hand like he usually does.

The slider door is right in front of you, your family are talking among each other. One thing you don’t want is to be on bad terms. “ Jungkook, are you upset?” You grab his hand before he can walk outside to carry on talking to your family.

“ Yes. Let’s talk about this later, okay?” Jungkook turns around giving you a smile. Not the kind of smile that makes your heart flutter, it’s the type of smile that you give when you don’t want to deal with someone. In defeat, you nod letting go of his hand, as he walks to the pool getting splashed by your nephews. He brightly smiles at them, wiping the water off his face before getting a water gun and chasing them with it.

Sighing you walk to your dad who is still grilling meat, he looks at you smiling. “ Something wrong kiddo,” he asks as he flips over the meat. Typically, you never talk to your dad about your problems, only ever going to your sister sometimes but she’s not much help because she’s with your mom.

“ Jungkook and I had a...little argument,” you say, looking to the pool to see him spinning your nephew around. “ I asked if we should just get married because of mom’s bickering. Jungkook got upset,” you scratch your arm. Looking back at your dad whose face is at a grimace, your eyes widening. “ What?”

There is playful screaming and laughing in the background, you ignore it trying to listen to your dad’s words. “ Don’t you think that’s a little harsh? I wouldn’t want to be asked like that,” he chuckles lightly.

Replaying the conversation that you had with Jungkook, you mentally smack your palm to your head. Your mom shouldn’t be the reason why you should marry Jungkook. Jungkook is a hopeless romantic, he likes to be swallowed whole by your love. So of course he wouldn’t want to be proposed like that. Your dad pats your back in comfort before leaving you in your thoughts as you look at Jungkook making funny faces at your baby niece.

Jungkook is back in the house grabbing plates from the kitchen cabinet, you close the slider door quietly, walking behind him as he reaches for the last plate. Wrapping your arms behind his small waist, his breath hitches, exhaling your name. “ I’m a dummy,” you whisper.

Jungkook softly laughs, “ No you're not. I’m sorry for overreacting-“

“ You weren’t though,” you lay your head completely on his back, hearing his heartbeat. “ I wasn’t being considerate,” you kiss his back through his shirt. The plate makes a small clunk sound when he places it on the counter, turning around in your arms. His brown eyes look into your eyes before kissing you on your cheek.

“ Baby, do you want me to talk to your mom?” Jungkook asks, his large hand caressing your cheek. You give him a questioning hum. “ That we don’t have to get married right now. That we are perfectly fine just the way we are.”

The silky strands are gliding in between your fingers, as you push it away from his face.“ Hmm. Maybe she will listen to you better,” you smile. Jungkook can easily make your mom's views change within seconds with his charming smile.

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Jungkook lifts you up the ground before you enter the house, crossing the threshold as he holds you in his strong arms. “ Why do you keep doing this with every house,” you laugh, holding on to him tightly. “ We don’t even know we are buying this house,” you say as he finally puts you down. Looking around the empty house, you visualize a sofa and tv in the spacious living room.

“Exactly we don’t know, it’s bad luck not to do that,” he also looks around. “ This is nice,” he whistles looking at your hips swaying as you walk to the kitchen. “ The kitchen I mean,” he cockily says.

Turning around you playfully swat him, “ Can you imagine yourself cooking here?” The cold countertops touch your fingertips as they slide against it. You can see yourself cooking here making food for you and Jungkook, his hands on your hips as he watches you.

Jungkook likes the way the set up of the kitchen, the granite countertops and the dark brown wooden cabinets give the kitchen an expensive feel. Compared to the first apartment he got with you in college this place is a thousand times better. His heart flutters knowing that he gets to share the rest of his life with you in this house. He comes closer to you hugging you from behind as you look inside the empty cabinets. “ Mhm, yeah I can see myself cooking here,” his nose rubs against your neck loving the perfume you're wearing. He can also see himself doing other things in this kitchen. “ And eating here too,” he says, blowing a raspberry in your neck.

Laughing in his hold you turn your head to kiss his cheek, “ Let’s go up. Before you act on your fantasies,” you grab his hand. Going up the stairs you guys checked out the three rooms and bathrooms. This house is something that you’ve been wanting for the past year, it’s spacious, has a big backyard to plant your flowers, and two hours away from your parents. “ We can put our bed here,” you point in the middle. “ The dressers here,” you point in two different directions.

Jungkook smiles fondly as you point at random spaces, he’s pretty sure that you pointed at the same area more than once for different furniture going there. “ How about the other rooms? You don’t think three rooms is big?”

You shake your head, “ I think it’s perfect. Our room, your gaming room, and maybe a guest room in case my mom wants to spend the night,” you shrug at the end. There’s a rush of serotonin just imagining getting this house. “ What are your thoughts?” His pretty eyes look around the empty big room and smile on his face.

“ Let’s get it,” he looks back at you. Your eyes meet and you grab his shirt pulling him down to kiss him to show him how happy you are. Pulling away, he holds your chin looking at your silly smile. ‘ Yeah, this is definitely home,’ Jungkook thinks to himself.

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“ Fuck Y/N,” Jungkook moans loudly his head hitting the back of his seat. Your mouth sucks his tip lightly as your hand moves up and down his cock. His breathing is getting louder, and he wraps your hair around his hand, wanting to see your eyes. “ Couldn't even wait to go inside the apartment,” he shakes his head in fake disappointment. But this was far from disappointing.

Moaning against his tip, you shake your head. Deciding on buying the house turned you on and you couldn’t wait to fuck him. Your lips make a plop sound as you pull apart, “ That wouldn’t be any fun,” you kiss his tip. Causing him to groan at your cunningness. “ We should fuck one last time in this parking lot,” you blow cold air on his tip before going down again.

Jungkook wipes the foggy car window to make sure no one is here looking at you choking on his cock. You're letting guttural noises and your eyes water at his size, your hips move side to side in the air, probably itching to be touched. “ Yeah, choke on it,” Jungkook pushes your head down more, throat tightening around his cock. “ Are you crying on my cock?” Jungkook condescending laughs.

It turns you on how mean he is being, your tears come down even more at the humiliation but you enjoy it. You can feel your panties are getting stuck on your folds and you badly want to relieve yourself. Jungkook pushes your head down one last time before pulling your head by your hair to kiss you. His tongue pushes against your exchanging moans against each other. He helps you move your body over the center console so you are now sitting on his lap. “ Wait Jungkook,” you pull apart. “ I need to take my pants off,” you look at the tight space around you. There’s not enough room to take it off where you are.

Jungkook screams at himself for not owning a bigger car. “ Uhh, just take your pants off real quick outside and come back inside the car,” he looks out to see no one out. The things you do for sex, you hurridely take off your pants and returning back to the position. His hands are on your thighs rubbing them up and down, as he makes outs with you. Your hips move against his trying to pleasure yourself.

Jungkook pulls away staring at you with a lustful gaze, his hands moving up to caress your face, “ Can’t believe we are doing this,” he says, laughing in disbelief.

“ Mmm, same. Something about you signing the papers and paying the deposit turned me on,” you kiss his cheek, while stroking him in your hands.

He groans, tossing his head back showing his bare neck for a quick second, “ Yeah?” He gives you a boyish smile. “ When I saw you walking up the stairs. Kinda wanted to fuck you right there,” he kisses your neck. He moans your name when you insert his cock into your tight entrance.

“ Next time, do it. Take me anywhere in our new house,” you hold his head close to your neck. Feeling him sucking on your skin, probably marking his love for you. “ Are you gonna fuck me like your little housewife?” Smiling to yourself when you hear him groan your name. You breath out heavily, thighs shaking as you move up and down on his cock.

Jungkook's hands wrap around your waist tightly, thrusting up into you. “ My little housewife,” he whispers to himself. It doesn’t necessarily fit your image, due to the fact that you have a high paying job and you guys aren’t even married but it turns him on. There’s something a little demeaning about it and it twisted as it sounds he wants to continue with this little act you proposed. “ Gotta have you wearing nothing but an apron on,” he snarkily smiles up to you.

His hard thrust is making you jostle in his arms, and you cry even more just imagining him fucking you from behind as you cook him dinner. “ Yeah what else would you want from me, my lovely husband,” you put your hands to the car ceiling trying to keep yourself ahold.

His heart does a little jump at the word of husband, he knows it’s only you teasing but he loves the way it comes out of your mouth. “ Mmm, you have to be waiting on your knees when I come home from work,” he says while one of his hands trails up your neck lightly squeezing it. “ Fuck your mouth since you’re a needy slut waiting for her husband like a good wife.”

Your walls tighten when you hear him speaking nothing but filth to you. His thrust hits the spot that makes you drool and eyes rolling back. “ Fuck Jungkook,” you whisper. The car is probably moving from how hard Jungkook is fucking. If someone were to walk by they can obviously tell that you guys are doing the nasty, but you don’t care, this is your last day in this apartment complex.

Jungkook looks at your tits bouncing and his mouth does his best at sucking at them. He moans around it loving the feeling of your nipple in his mouth. His eyes look up at you staring down at him, sucking it hard. His lips plops off your tit, “ Are you gonna come for me, my pretty little housewife?” He watches as you nod your head up and down, holding the car ceiling as your life depends on it. He wants to remember this moment forever. His hand holds your soft tit, fingers pinching your nipple, while his mouth goes back to the other nipple sucking it softly. Your walls squeeze his cock tight as you come around it while moaning his name loudly. He prays that the windows do a good job muffling your moans, but he doubts it.

Your hands come down brushing his hair back, “ Come in your wife,” your body is still shaking from the intense orgasm. “ Make good use of me,” you tell him. His eyes roll back at words. He sucks harder on your nipple and you hiss in pain and delight. He holds you tighter in his arms, thrusting in quick motions as he comes into you.

The feeling of his come in your cunt makes you want him to fuck you all over again. Knowing that you are the only person in the world to have him inside you like this makes you prideful. The breaths die down and Jungkook is now sucking your nipples softly, humming around it. Your hands softly brushing his hair back, letting him do his thing. “ I didn’t know you would be so into the housewife role playing,” you laugh to yourself.

His lips part from your tits, and he laughs with you. “ You're into it just as I was,” he pecks your boob one last time before taking his cock out of you. The semen slowly comes down your lips, his finger coming to massage it into your folds. His mouth waters wondering what you and him taste like together. He looks up, “ Wanna quit your job and I’ll wife you up?” he laughs when you swat his hand away.

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channoticedmeuwu · 3 years

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p : soobin × fem!reader | g : fluff, humor, e2l!au, trapped together type trope lol | w : swearing but none

a/n : I just want a slowburn e2l with goodie little two shoes soobin is that too much to ask

— [22 : 18 HRS] soobin hit his shoulder against the locked door, trying to push it open. He grunted, rubbing his arm as he gazed around the dark room. "great! It's locked."

there were a few consecutive clicks, and then the sound of someone's tongue clicking.

"lights out."

Soobin leaned against a wall, gripping his hair, "I can't believe I'm stuck in here with you." He glared at y/n, folding his arms as she just snarled.

"yeah, well," there was a scoff as cold eyes peered at him in the darkness, "the feeling's mutual, bitch."

a cold gush of wind blew into the room through the cracks underneath the door. y/n and soobin sat opposite each other, backs against the wall, glaring at each other, eyes glowing in the dark as if they were a bunch of ally cats. As their eyes got used to the darkness, y/n spotted a jammed window with a broken latch in the corner of the room, opened just enough for her to push her fingers through the gaps and break it.

"I guess we'll have to spend the night here," soobin didn't notice the window, and was pulling his socks above his bare ankles to protect from the cold, "you better have brought your own jacket, you're not getting mine."

"hah!" she made some sort of gagging noise as she pulled a crate of torn up books and stood on them, "imagine you being nice and giving your jacket to someone who's cold, never in a million years."

"I give my jackets to people who deserve it," he sounded offended, y/n found it funny how he needed to justify, "unlike you, you literally splashed dirty water on me the day school started."

"you were in my way!" y/n pushed a rusty iron rod she found in between the jarred window, "I even rang my bicycle bell but you didn't move!"

"and it's past 9! Do you ever think how worried your family might be!?" he turned away from her and faced the door, "I miss my mom."

"how old are you, Choi Soobin?" y/n laughed, trying to push the rod like a lever, "you miss your mommy?"

"fuck off!" he made a noise as if he was blowing a raspberry at her. Y/n's fingers slipped against the rod, and she lost her balance on the crate, falling to the floor with the clank of the rod followed right after. Soobin looked up and shuffled towards her.

"the hell are you doing?"

she looked up from the floor, her palms burning from the rust and the friction generated from trying to push the window open. "forgive me for disrupting you missing your mother," she sniggered at him with a challenging look in her eyes, "I was trying to get us out."

he looked towards the window, and then looked down at her palms, taking them in his hand. "those look bad, do you want me to...?"

she snatched her hands away, standing to her feet and blowing on them. "it's fine," she stood on the crate again, only causing it to wobble again.

"don't." soobin yanked at her arm to push her down, grabbing the iron, "I'll do it."

"hah!" she scoffed at him, standing against the wall, "you're such a big boy! mommy's gonna be proud."

he rolled his eyes, playing with the window hatch, "did you even try to push this open?"

soobin gave the window a knock and the little sliding door fell off, breaking as it hit the ground. He gave her a smirk and she rolled her eyes.

"after you, m'lady."

she stuck her tongue at him, climbing through the window, the metal window panes poking her knees. Rolling her eyes, she scoffed, feeling soobin's fingers lingering on her waist as support.

"you're so chivalrous, soobin."

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Migraine: Part 8

∙↬ Pairing: CEO!Seonghwa x Doctor!Reader

∙↬ Genre: Angst, Fluff

∙↬ AU Selected: Arranged Marriage

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Part 6 || Part 7 || Part 8

Word Count: 5.9K+ Words.

Summary: It went well at first, but then.. everything takes a wild turn. Afterward, Seonghwa took you out for a drink, maybe a couple of shots.. or more.

Author’s Note: I’m truly sorry for the long wait, my laptop was under repair because I accidentally broke it, lol. Hopefully, the tags are working and if there’s anyone wanted to be on the taglist, just tell me. Anyway, enjoy!

Taglists: @treasure-hwa @lmhmh01 @cipheress-to-k-pop

"Run faster, hyung!" Jaehun shrieked and Seonghwa complied, laughing as he runs faster.

"Yah, Jaehun-ie, I'm tired!" Seonghwa panted.

"I see a bench there, hyung-ie can rest there!" He pointed and Seonghwa tiredly walking towards the bench.

He lowers himself so Jaehun could get off of him and lets him take a seat first. Seonghwa sighs and grunts as he sits beside him, leaning back against the bench. Then he looks at Jaehun, seeing him eyeing another child his age walking with two elders. Seonghwa then wondered where his family went, why would no one visit him, and what has happened that only his mother came to visit him. Seonghwa's eyes locked on the family, just then he heard him speaks.

"That looks fun." He mutters. "Sorry?" Seonghwa leaned closer.

"A happy family, that looks fun," Jaehun repeated. "Oh.. Yeah, that's fun.."

"Umm, if you wouldn't mind me asking this but, where's your other family members?" Jaehun smiles, fidgeting with his fingers.

"My dad, he went overseas for work, my older brother is studying abroad, both of them left me and mom here. Well, at least my dad helped us by sending us money for my medical bills, of course. He said he'll be back one day, but only if he's not busy. I've waited and waited for months and then years, still, he didn't come back. Mom said he's busy, I guess." He shrugged, rubbing his thighs with his palms.

"Well, at least I'm happy here, since noona and I became close, my life changed. Even though I'm jealous about other kids here, having their family with them, all the chatters and laughter I've heard, she'll always keep me company. Making me feel as if she's one of my family members even she's not. That's why I appreciate her, more than anyone." Jaehun smiles.

"I gotta agree," Seonghwa speaks up. "She's special." Seonghwa snickered.

"Oh? Seems like hyung has changed from the last time we've met." He teased, softly throwing a punch on Seonghwa's arm.

He scoffed, lightly shaking his head. "I'm glad I've changed."

"Well, in my opinion, you're special too." "Oh, really?" Seonghwa playfully raised a brow.

"Want me to show you?" He whispers and Seonghwa chuckles. "Sure."

"Carry me again and head over to those bushes." He pointed and Seonghwa groans, slumping in his seat.

He then got up, crouching afterward. "Alright, hop on."

You stepped back, pulling your surgeon cap and dirtied gloves off, and threw them into the nearest bin. You untied the hospital mask from behind your ear, sighing in relief. You can't believe it, you've saved him. Smiling, you stare at your palms, clenching them tightly as a sign of how proud you are. Then, a hand was placed on your shoulder, you tilted your head to the side and saw Doctor Kang's pleased smile. You couldn't hear it clearly but you're sure that he was muttering something before he left the room, leaving the other team to take care of the rest.

You turn around, patiently staring at Jaehun before leaving too. You walked outside and noticed him again, talking to Mrs. Jung. Probably telling her about how the surgery went. You let out a harsh breath, feeling exhausted after spending hours focusing on the operation. You'd walked to your office, sitting in your chair, and spun around. You then took your phone that was on the desk, started to send texts to Seonghwa. Looks like he didn't read your message from earlier, probably his phone has died.

<You>

- You'd probably be in the shower or sleeping, I don't know.

- But, the surgery was a success. :)

- I'll see you soon, honey.

You huffed and were about to put down your phone but then it buzzes. You raised a brow when Seonghwa texts back, saying he'll come to the hospital to meet you as soon as possible. Then, he sent a tiny reminder that he was just about to get into the shower, making you laughed. You reply with a short 'Okay' and put down your phone. You'd leaned back, eyes on the ceiling once again. Your eyelids began to flutter, opening and closing, the pauses between each step growing longer and longer until they refused to open up again.

"Doctor Yoo!" Someone shouted, banging on the door.

Your eyes shot open, quickly getting up from your chair and wobbly rush to open the door. You then saw Wooyoung's wide eyes, mouthing the word 'Jaehun'. Your body shivered, feeling the goosebumps as he said his name. You didn't even think twice, immediately sprints to Jaehun's room. Wooyoung let out a frustrated sigh, feeling tired from running to get you, and now he has to run again to the same place he was at before. You run as fast as you could, passing by the huge and not-so-crowded lobby.

Just then, Seonghwa saw you and Wooyoung, who's slowly jogging from behind. He was confused, but when he saw the expression you hold as you run, he knew something's not right. He'd then followed you, but instead of using the elevator, he used the stairs. Panting heavily, he pushes himself to catch up to you. Once the elevator door has opened, you quickly get out, leaving Wooyoung behind. He takes a deep breath once again with wide eyes open before he starts to jog again.

"Jung Jaehun, can you hear me?" You whisper as you watched the heart monitor rapidly increasing.

"Jaehun, take a deep breath!" You call out, helping to put on the mechanical ventilation on him.

"Jung Jaehun!" You cry out, seeing blood covering your right palm.

Your eyes went round when you saw blood dripping in a straight line on his forehead, down to his cheek. Jaehun's heart rate keep decreases until it went to a straight line. His hand that was once on the side rail dropped onto the mattress. The room was quiet, only the long beeping sound can be heard throughout the room. Seonghwa sees it all, staring at you with eyes flooded with tears, threatening to fall.

"Jaehun-ie?.." You murmur. "H-hey, wake up, come on, look at me." You pleaded, your voice rising as he continued to be unresponsive.

"Doctor Yoo.. He's.." Wooyoung pauses, biting his lower lip.

"No.. Not yet!" "Doctor Yoo-" "He's not yet gone, w-we can-" Tears rapidly rolled down your cheeks. "We can.." Your back harshly hit the wall behind you.

"Jaehun-yah!" You yelled his name, your voice was heartbreaking, making the people in the room shed tears as if they could feel your pain just by watching you.

"Time of death, 7:26 p.m." Doctor Kang announced, writing it on his clipboard shakily.

Your hands curling into fists as you slowly slid down to the floor, chanting 'Please don't go' as if it could return him alive. Seonghwa couldn't hold it anymore, seeing you like that makes his heart shattered. He backs away, hiding behind a wall, and secretly cries. He drew in a long breath before poking his head out, seeing you wiping your tears as you stand outside, watching them turning off the machines and pulls the sheets to cover Jaehun's body, from his toes until the top of his head.

You try to be professional again, holding back your tears as you discuss with the surgeons. After that, you walk away, using the elevator to get down, heading towards your office. How can I let this happen? I swear everything went well, but where did I go wrong? Those thoughts linger in your mind for far too long, poisoning you mentally. You gaze at your trembling hands and clamps them, nails digging in your palms.

"I failed." You mutter to yourself as you cover your face in your hands.

"The dead flower theory is true.. I can't save you even if I attempted to, fuck.." You sighed, slamming your palms on your desk.

Since your shift has ended, you were getting ready to go home. Taking your phone and putting it inside of your sling bag and left the room. You shook your head and quickly walk away, heading towards the restroom first. You wash your hands and splash some water onto your face to get a hold of yourself. You stare at the reflection of yours and hardly punched the wall multiple times before leaving the restroom. You spotted Seonghwa spacing out while sitting in the lobby and once he notices your presence as you got closer to him, he immediately stood up, pulling you into a tight hug. His eyes were closed as he rested his chin on your right shoulder.

"I'm sorry for your loss." He whispered.

You held your breath while he tightens the hugs as he finished his sentence. "I'm also hurt, I know how you feel and I'm so hurt.." He continues.

"It's going to be okay.." He gently rocks your body with his.

He then squeezes your body one more time and then slowly lets you go from his embrace. He'd then place his hands on your shoulders, trying to see the look in your eyes. But you lowered your head, feeling quite sensitive at the moment. He'd raised your chin using his thumb and index finger to have a good look at your face and he sadly smiles. Your eyes and cheeks were quite red from crying before. He'd carefully use his thumb to caress your cheeks. You sigh and softly pushing his hands away, giving him a faint smile.

"I just want to go home now." He nodded and gently wrapped an arm around your waist, guiding you to walk outside.

He opens the door for you and motions you to get in. "But I need my car to go to work tomorrow." "I can send you to work, don't worry." He reassures you.

"For now, just rest while I drive." He closes the door after you got in, securing your seatbelt for you.

You were laying back against the seat and watched everything flash by outside of the window. You gripped onto the seatbelt, admiring the moon shines brightly. You stretch out an arm and let your palm pressed flat against the window. You sighed, pulling away and let your arms rest on your lap and think for a second while fiddling your fingers with the hem of your shirt. You clear your throat, gazing at Seonghwa's side profile. He noticed you were staring at him for quite a while now and he snickered. He then decided to ask you with a small smile on his face.

"Need anything, baby?" "Uh? No, nothing.." You then look away.

"Are you hungry? You haven't eaten anything yet, am I right?"

"Yeah.. But it's okay.. I'm not-"

"Barbeque and a few drinks? That's a good idea, let me find a good place."

He completely ignores your words and stopped his car on the side of the road. He pulls out his phone and begins his search for a restaurant. You try to tell him that it's fine and you wanted to go home and rest but then he beamed as he founded a place.

Eagerly, he showed you the location that is not so far from where you are now, only about 50 meters away. You sigh and just nodded at him. He smiles at you once more before continuing driving. He took a turn to the left and you sink in your seat. Your eyes were focused outside the window, waiting until you've arrived.

After what feels like an eternity, he parked nicely and undo his seatbelt. You stretch out your limbs and squint your eyes, looking at the restaurant in front of you. You were about to open the door but you got scared when Seonghwa suddenly opened the door for you. He quickly apologized and told you to come out. You nodded and took your sling bag with you before exiting the car. You look around, observing your surrounding.

He nervously smiled, seeing your reaction made him feel anxious with his decision. He could've just driven both of you home instead of going there. He shyly offered his hand for you to hold which you gladly took it but you winched, sensing quite a pain as he accidentally squeezes your knuckles. You hastily yank your hand away and nervously chuckles. Seonghwa furrowed his eyebrows, bringing his hand to take a look at your hand again but you hide your hands behind your back.

"Yoo Y/n, let me see your hand." He urges you with a pair of fierce eyes glaring at you.

You shook your head, telling him no. He exhaled, he doesn't take no as an answer when you're in some sort of pain. He insists to make you revealed your hands but you whined in protest, telling him to just let it go and saying you're starving as an excuse. He rubbed his eyes and nodded, walking in first and you sigh in relief, following him from behind. He then suddenly turns around, grabbing your wrist, and examines your bruised knuckles. He softly brushed his thumbs on your knuckles before he realized something is missing.

"Where is your ring?" He asked and he furrowed his eyebrows as his eyes bored into yours.

"Ah, it's in the ring box which is in my bag here. I can't wear it while performing any surgeries and I don't want to lose it." You explain and he nodded, releasing your hands.

"Can I see the box, please?" "Uh, sure." You quickly rummaging through your bag and give it to him once you've found it.

He opened the box and took the ring. Then, he took your hand gently and slipped the ring onto your ring finger. He smiled, seeing how beautiful your finger was adorned with the ring. Unbeknownst to you, he brought your hand to his lips and then he kissed your knuckles delicately. You look at him in awe but he keeps that genuine smile on while he looks at you.

"From now on, whenever you're with me, you have to wear our wedding ring, okay?" You look at your finger and you smiled, nodding a bit.

He then handed you the box and you put it back inside of your bag.

"Also, you can get inside first, I'll be right back." "Wait, where are you going?"

"I saw a pharmacy nearby, I'm going to buy some things to treat those bruised knuckles." "Honey, you don't have to-"

"It's okay, it'll only take a few minutes, and I'll be right back." With that, he went off.

You sigh, staring at your hands, and shook your head. You then entered the restaurant and being greeted by the workers. You take a seat near the window so it's easier for Seonghwa to notice you and ordered once you call the waiter. You waited until you saw your colleagues entered the restaurant, which is Wooyoung and Doctor Kang. Wooyoung was the first to notice you and he raised his arm, waving at you. You smiled, slightly waving at him and he quickly went towards you, followed by his company.

"You came here to release your tension too, Doctor Yoo?" He asked.

"Not really, my husband brought me here because I was hungry." You awkwardly laugh.

"Mr. Park is here!? Where is he?!" He quickly looks around and groans when Doctor Kang smacked his shoulder.

Just then, Seonghwa stepped inside the restaurant, walking towards your table, and furrowed his eyebrows when he saw you're talking with your colleagues. He went closer and they instantly turn around once you pointed at him. They bowed and Seonghwa did the same, putting down the plastic bag on the table. He looks at you in confusion and Doctor Kang noticed it.

"Oh yeah, sorry to interrupt you both." He bowed once again and dragged Wooyoung to an empty table. He then ignores his ranting and continues to order.

"What are they doing here?" Seonghwa asks, taking a seat beside you.

"Release their tension, I guess?" He just nodded. "Oh, okay."

"Anyway, lend me your hands, please. I need to put some cream on them."

"Oh, okay.." He softly took your hand in his and he smiled as he carefully rubbed your knuckles with the cream.

You watch him tenderly taking care of you, seeing his tongue poking his inner cheek while focusing. He then blew on your knuckles before he mumbles.

"Alright, done." "Thank you." You wanted to place your hands on your lap but he doesn't let go of them.

"Hey, can you promise me that you'll never do this again, please? Jaehun's watching and he would be extremely unhappy if he understands what you're doing to yourself and it also broke my heart when I saw you like this. So, please. Never hurt yourself again, okay?" He speaks sweetly with his doe eyes and you smiled and nodded.

"That's my precious wife." He spoke as he booped your nose.

Then, he suddenly tickling your neck and on both sides of your waist, making you giggled. Meanwhile, at the other side of the table, Wooyoung and Doctor Kang were watching you both. They had their chins resting on their palms while their eyes locked on the both of you, whispering afterward.

"I feel jealous with their relationship," Wooyoung whispered. "You, jealous? Then how about me? I'm getting older and I still don't have a date."

"That's because you're picky about hm... Basically everything."

"I- you got a point," Wooyoung smirked. "Told ya."

"Whatever, the drinks are coming and you'll be grilling the meat."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." Wooyoung sighs in defeat.

It was just a couple of shots, you didn't plan on getting drunk tonight. But then again, that once bottle full of soju has become almost empty. Once you finished your shots and proclaimed it wasn't enough, you would pour yourself another glass, knocking back shot after shot after shot. Seonghwa was practically watching you drinking from your first glass until it's almost your tenth. He tried to stop you but all you said was 'one more drink'. Famous last words all over the world. In actual fact, you had more than 'one' drink, lots more.

At first, he was worried but then he shrugged it off, continue to eat the meat he had grilled. You've been feeling tipsy enough but you still wanted to go for another sip. You had taken a shot too big, and some of the liquid had spilled and was now shining on your chin. Seonghwa followed its course down to your neck and... god, he had to remind himself that he's in public.

He shifted in his seat and downed his own shot. Unaware of this, you licked your lips and winced as it stung your throat. You muttered such incoherent words and went to pour some once more only to find the bottle was already empty. You blinked a few times, trying to fully regain your vision, and then you tugged on Seonghwa's sleeve, shaking the empty bottle in front of his face.

"Can I get one more..?" Seonghwa sighs, shaking his head as a no.

"You'll get a huge headache in the next morning if I let you drink more." He clarifies and shoves a piece of meat into his mouth.

"So, no." He mumbles while chewing.

"Oh, okay.." You placed the bottle back on the table and stare at it blankly.

Your head then felt heavy as it was swaying side to side. Your eyelids look like they could not stay open any longer. Just after you stifled a yawn, your head fell on Seonghwa's shoulder and you were fast to close your eyes. He lowly chuckled, feeling your cheek pressing onto his shoulder. He couldn't blame you for being tired as he could feel exhaustion beginning to creep into his system as well. He felt your breath playing over his neck. You were still a little shaky and he smiles, putting down his chopsticks so he can softly stroke your hair so you can rest well.

He will watch over you, he keeps an eye on you as you sleep, he is worried, of course, but he also finds it incredibly calming to watch you sleep. Your arm slackens a little as sleep finally takes full hold and he smiles at your soft sigh as you nuzzle closer. You were sleeping confidently at last and you seem happier when you sleep, a slight smile pulling at your lips before they soften again. He smiles, stroking your hair again, finding himself captivated by you.

He has always loved you deeply, but to see you so relaxed and happy, especially after such a long and rough day, is a blessing. He can't help but feel a little pride that you have learned that you can tell him anything and you can always find your comfort in his arms. He reached around carefully to tuck your loose hair out of your face, fingers lingering against the soft skin of your neck, eliciting a deep blush and awkward chirp he was thankful you couldn't see or hear.

A string of curses left his lips as he retreated too quickly, causing you to stir against him, and leaving him frantically praying you wouldn't wake up just yet. He sighed audibly when you snuggled further into his side, erupting in a wide, toothy grin. Seonghwa proudly took on the role of your guardian, back undeniably aching from his seated position which catered to your comfort, lovingly glancing at you while keeping your head steady against his shoulder.

The feel of you tucked into his side was warm, but different from his natural warmth. It was comforting, endearing, it felt like home. He then picked up his chopsticks again and continued to finish the rest of the food while letting you sleep a bit more.

"Baby, wake up, I need to go pay now," Seonghwa whispered, lightly patting your cheek.

You furrowed your eyebrows, snuggling closer while wrapping your arms around his torso and burying your face in the crook of his neck. He groans, trying to wiggle out of your embrace but you hugged him tighter, not letting him go by any chance. Seonghwa rolled his eyes and was ready to scold you but then he heard you whimpering.

"D-don't leave me too.." His lips were parted for a second before he clears his throat.

"I won't leave you. So you don't have to worry." He whispers and a tiny smile crept up your face.

He sighs in relief. "Alright, I have to go pay-"

Just then, Doctor Kang placed the receipt on the table, making Seonghwa looks at him in wonder. He then reaches for the small paper and reads the total at the bottom. He tries to get his wallet out of his pocket but Doctor Kang stopped him. Telling him that it's on him tonight. Seonghwa nodded hesitantly and thanked him but he felt a little suspicious with him.

"Right, let me introduce myself properly. I'm Kang Yeosang, but my colleague used to call me, Doctor Kang. But again, please just call me Yeosang. Nice to finally meet you in person, Mr. Park." He smiled, bowing his head afterward.

"I see.. Well, please, just call me Seonghwa. You don't have to be formal with me." Doctor Kang nodded. "If you say so, may I talk with you for a while, Seonghwa?"

"Sure, I supposed, but didn't you come here with a friend? Where is he now?"

"Oh, he's right there, sleeping as he had a lot of drinks." He said, pointing at Wooyoung, whose head rested in a way where he was looking up and his mouth was slightly opened.

"It appears that I have to drop him off at his house and give him a lift tomorrow." He'd sigh.

"Oh, seems like we're in the same situation." Seonghwa chuckles as he glances at your sleeping figure.

"Looks like it." Doctor Kang scoffed as he shook his head.

"Oh right, have a seat." Seonghwa gestured the empty seat in front of him and he sat down.

"So, what do you want to talk about?" "Well, first of all..." He begins.

Time had run away with them, and before they both knew it one of the waiters had told them it was closing time. Seonghwa and Doctor Kang hadn't noticed that almost all of the customers had left a good half an hour ago. Both of them nodded and Doctor Kang stands up first, saying goodbye before heading to harshly waking up his friend.

Seonghwa shifts his gaze from them to you, teasingly shrugging his shoulder until it made your head slipped off, jolting you awake. You squint your eyes as you glare at nothing, absentmindedly staring at what's in front of you. You slowly turn to the side and instantly met with Seonghwa's soft eyes and his precious smile.

"Who.. Who are you?" You tilted your head in confusion and he snorted.

"You don't remember me? You don't remember this face?" He asked, pointing at his face while raising his eyebrows.

"No?" "Then, take a guess." A playful smile tugging on his lips as he watched you struggle to memorize.

"A friend?" He shook his head. "Boyfriend?" He shook his head again, laughing a bit.

"Look at your left hand." He told and you did, gasping.

"It's getting late, and the restaurant is closing. Let's go home, my wife." He smiled as he stood up.

You'd yawn, shaking your head, and slapped your cheeks lightly after you stood up. Seonghwa finds it entertaining to watch you in your drunken state. You became more clingy and sticking to him like glue as both of you walk out of the restaurant. Your arm linking with his as you slowly ambling towards the car.

Abruptly, you deliver a tight hug before getting in and sit in the passenger seat. Holding his hand while he drives, silently fiddling with his fingers. You're just being too adorable for him to deal with but he loves it, seeing this new side of yours and he'll make sure to save it as valuable memories in his mind.

Seonghwa chuckled to himself as you drunkenly groaned from your position on his back, your head resting right up against his with your chin on his shoulder. He could feel the tickle of a few curls on his face, he could smell the liquor on your breath mingling with your usual scent of rose. One arm wrapped around his neck while the other hanging on the other side of his shoulder.

"My husband is handsome.. He's strong enough to carry me.."

He giggled at your sudden, slurred words as he hitched you up higher on his back for the umpteenth time, shifting his hands to get a more stable grip on your thighs as you swing your legs back and forth in the carefree manner of a child. He'd had to stop walking every once in a while to hitch you up into a more secure position on his back since the alcohol apparently affected your ability to stay put and you would begin sliding dangerously low.

"Hey~ why would you marry me, huh? Just look at me, I'm a mess, surely no one would want to walk down the aisle with a woman like me."

You'd raised a hand, meaning to softly pat his chest, but in the state that you were in now, it was more like you're smacking him. He winced but chuckled again at your confident yet ridiculous answer to your own question. His smile was teasing as he glanced sideways at you, grinning at the little pout that you gave him. He keeps quiet, gradually walking again.

"Why aren't you answering me~?" You kick your legs back and forth, making Seonghwa almost lose his balance that he had to stop walking for a moment.

"I don't remember why I marry you, can you guess?" He retorts, his tone was taunting with a smirk on his face.

"Ooh, I know! Because you love me~" You respond.

His grip on your thighs almost faltered as you turned your head and practically drawled your accusation directly into his ear. You giggled after a moment of silence, seeming pleased with yourself that you were able to catch him off guard. He blinked and turned his head to look into your eyes but he found them closed, your head lolling to one side while a content smile spread across your face. You looked so at peace that it made him smile in return, slowly making his way towards the elevator.

"Well yes, that's the perfect answer. I love you." You hummed quietly, moving your head to rest against his again.

It was a moment of silence and you tightened your arms around his neck and placed a soft kiss on his cheek, completely catching him off guard yet again. He grinned and shook his head at you, idly hoping that he'd catch you drunk more often if this was how you would be. The uninhibited affection from you had him soaring and he had to remind himself of the current circumstance. With a quiet sigh, he trekked on until he enters the elevator, and slowly reaching to press button number 8.

"I love you too, you know? You look like a very nice guy and have a pretty face.. A good proposition, posture.. Head shape, smile.. Everything, especially your voice! So soothing.."

You were quietly rambling now as you nuzzled into his neck, your words fading into barely coherent mumbles. He tried not to enjoy the sensation too much, the feeling of your warm breath and your nose trailing sloppy circles against the skin of his neck was almost maddening, but he didn't want to take advantage of you in this state. Maybe one day he'll ask your permission to...

He had to suppress a groan as his thoughts took on a life of their own, his large hands tightening around your soft thighs seemingly unconsciously. He'd thought you would be too out of it to notice but you'd put your lips right next to his ear and let out a low, soft moan. It very nearly made him lose his grip on his sanity. As if that wasn't enough, your previously dangling legs wrapped tightly around his waist as you pressed yourself into his back.

"Y/n, you're killing me here." He mumbled as he gritted his teeth.

You giggled and only pressed yourself into him more. The doors are open and with a sigh, he stepped out. Finally reaching the apartment door, he struggles to put in the code as the electronic lock kept sounding off with an embarrassingly loud beeping sound as his finger keeps pressing the wrong button numerous times.

Once he successfully put in the code, he let out a frustrated sigh. Walking in the dark and almost fallen upon trying to take off his shoes. He then made his way to your bedroom and turned to lower you down onto the queen-sized bed. The intention was to sit on the bed before slowly releasing your legs and arms, to gently lay you down, but you seemed to have your own plans.

Before he got the chance, you loosened your arms around his neck and unfolded your legs from his waist, falling to the bed with a soft thump, a squeak of bedsprings, and a comically surprised can be heard. You were laughing to yourself when he spun around to check that you were alright, the sound of your pealing laughter making him scoffed in return.

"Having fun, huh?"

You were still in a fit of giggles as he moved to the side of the bed and helped you take your sneakers off but soon quieted down as he took your sling bag out of you and pulled the covers up over you. Taking a step back and surveying the scene before him made a slow smile melt into his features. Moonlight filtered in through the gap in the curtains and gave the dim room a soft, almost ethereal glow.

You curled up comfortably, eyes closed, the quiet punctuated by your slow, rhythmic breathing. It was downright serene, the perfect mental image for him to take his leave with. As he turned to leave he was halted by the sudden tug of his hand. The touch was soft and, though it seemed hesitant, conveyed a sense of urgency somehow. Seonghwa glanced over his shoulder at you, your eyes locked onto his, drowsy but pleading.

"Stay."

The single word came out in a whisper, so low that he'd barely heard it. He leaned closer and you mumble. In that single whisper, he finally heard what you wanted to say. You needed him, maybe not in the way that he hoped at the moment, but you needed him there with you. With a small smile across his face, he shrugged off his coat and hang it nicely on your desk chair, you then slid over to make room for him to settle in.

"Oh, wait." You watched him through half-open eyes as he left the room.

If you had not been quickly losing your grip on consciousness, you would have heard him rummaging around in the kitchen. He was back in no time and placed one bottled water and a small bottle of painkillers on the bedside table before carefully slipping under the covers next to you. He could hear the soft hum that left you as he pulled you into his embrace. He could feel your warm breath against his skin as you released a sigh of contentment and nuzzled into his chest.

The feeling of having you in his arms like this felt so right. It was completely and utterly perfect and he did not doubt in his mind that this is where you belonged, with him, in your own private corner of the world. With a content sigh of his own, he tightened his arms around you and gently kissed the top of your head.

"I love you, so as Jaehun." His voice was quiet, not even above a whisper, and you seemed to have already slipped into the world of dreams. "Good night, love."

He was pleasantly surprised just after a momentary pause, you answered with a voice that matched his.

"Good night.. I love, you both too.."

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Can you write something about javier and a single mom?? I can so picture him being confused on how to approach s/o kid lol

***I LOVE the idea of this! I don’t think it would be a big issue other than him scared of fucking the kid up.

Hey Kid

You could see the confusion marring the handsome agent’s face when you walk out from the kitchen, your daughter having already flung the door open when the bell had rung as children were prone to do. Even though you had told her so many times not to. You really needed to put the chain on.

Agent Peña rocks back and looks at the number on the wall next to your apartment, checking to make sure he had the right one. “Uh, hey kid, I, uh-” His eyes go back to the miniature version of you before lifting his gaze to find you walking towards him. That little crease between his eyes was prominent as he rapidly deduces what you had been trying for week to gather the courage to tell him.

You were a single mom, proud mother to daughter. Although the man you had started seeing when he returned to Colombia to catch the Cali cartel hadn’t been told that just yet. It was too new in the relationship to bring up your child.

“Nina, this is Agent Peña.” You offer, coming up to put your hand on your daughter’s shoulder. “Javier this is my daughter, Celia.”

You can see the questions swimming in his eyes but doesn’t voice. Instead his attention is drawn back to your precocious daughter when she steps closer to Javi and taps him on the arm.

“Did you come here for something?” She asks looking up at him expectantly.

You press your lips together to keep from laughing at the way that his eyes widen for a moment. You knew why Javi had shown up. You could see it from his stance. He had come to talk you into bed, not that you needed much convincing. Especially considering you had been in his bed many times before. His bed at his apartment. Always on nights where Celia was with her abuela.

His dark eyes flicker back up to you for a second before he crouches down, coming eye level with your daughter. “I came to see what was for dinner.” You could tell that he figured that was a safe answer.

“Yay! He’s staying for dinner!” Poor Javi had no idea what he had done.

****

Sticking your head back out of the kitchen you smile. Javi was stiff, unsure of what to do with a kid. You were sure that he hadn’t had much time with kids. Celia broke through those barriers in an instant.

You had watched as she grabbed the man who was technically your boss by the hand and dragged him into the living room where the tv was playing. Sitting him down on your sofa, she proceeded to show him all of her favorite dolls and tell him their complete story. His eyes glancing over to yours when she turned around, the almost wide-eyed terror in them was vastly amusing.

Still, you had gone back into the kitchen, now knowing that you had a guest for your meal. Quickly finishing up and thankful that you always made extra so you could take it to work the next day for lunch, you fix the plates for dinner.

After you set the table, you call out for Celia to wash her hands, but you don’t hear the thunder of her tiny feet storming across the floor. Walking back out of the other room, you find your daughter curled up in Javier’s lap, her thumb stuck in her mouth and one hand twisted in the material of his shirt as she leans against him and watches the tv.

Javi for his part, looks uncomfortable. Like he is afraid of doing something wrong. When she shifts on his lap to look at you, his hand shoots up to catch her as if she is falling. The slightly panicked look in his eyes calming down when she takes her thumb out of her mouth and gives you a smile.

“Mama, is dinner ready? His stomach is growling!” You do laugh at that, watching the agent’s face flush with embarrassment. Interesting that a four year old could make Javier Peña blush.

“It’s ready, but only for little girls that wash their hands.” You tell her, prompting her to scramble off Javi’s lap as he grunts, her little fist finding a tender spot with glaring accuracy.

Javi bolts to his feet after she disappears and walks over you with a wary look. “You- you didn't tell me about her.” His tone is confused, the crease back between his eyes as he stares at you.

You give him a half-hearted shrug. “I know that this might not be more than what it is, Javi.” You answer honestly. You knew his reputation when he had come back to Colombia, hell you had witnessed it first hand when he had been here the first time. You had just been in a different department, but all the typists and secretaries gossiped.

“Oh.” He shuffles and glances behind him at the hallway as if expecting her to be watching. Finding it clear, he turns back to you with a small smirk on his face. “So don’t kiss you in front of the kid, right?” He asks, making you nod. “Okay. I’ll wait then.” He winks, then turns and follows the sound of the splashing water into the bathroom and you hear Celia’s squeal of delight when she spots Javier again. “Agent Peña!”

His own low, rusty laugh rings out quietly. “Hey kid, call me Javi, okay?”

“Okay Javi! You gotta wash your hands for dinner!”

“That’s why I’m in here. Show me how you do it.”

“Okay!”

Great, another female, this one not even in the double digits already charmed by Agent Pena. You shake your head with a smile as you listen to them, mainly Celia, talk.

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icequeenbae · 3 years

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Daddy’s Struggles (m) | BBH

Pairing: Baekhyun x Reader

Dad!Baek, domestic au, established relationship (duh), a slice of life, fluff, a lil smutty(!)

Warnings: some friskiness between mom and dad if you know what I mean, mentions of teenagers watching porn (I’m not promoting it, you guys lol), also this gets fluffin’ sweet get a bucket in advance

Word Count: ~2.2k

Summary: Baekhyun overhears your teenage daughter watching porn. You have to handle a small crisis.

Event: the BBH day @supermwritersnet

Author’s Note: This… came out of nowhere:D I blame my dear beta @baekshoney – we'd once discussed the idea of Baek being a teenager’s parent (in relation to a different story). Don’t we all love dilf Baek though? lol Anyways, this is a tiny glimpse into his future as a cute af father and husband <3 Let’s name him puppydad!Baek 😊 I hope this lifts your mood a little on a day like this!

On that note – happy birthday to our genius idol (aka mochi-cheeked hyperactive puppy), I wish that he stays healthy and happy and on the radar throughout the next 2 years (and forever)!! Don’t be too sad, guys, he’s hopefully going to finally lead a somewhat normal life for a bit 💞 Ok, I’ll let you get to it already~

A yawn.

You rubbed your tired eyes and dictated a reminder for tomorrow morning to your AI assistant. It was pretty late and you had your hands full all day with your kids. And while family time was always great, there hadn’t been a spare moment for you to tend to your own business. But two decades of dealing with your hyperactive yet loveable children (and husband) taught you to make the most out of what you got. So you were doing just that, organizing your errands and sorting important emails after everyone had scurried off to their rooms, and your husband — to the shower.

Baekhyun was quite exhausted himself, so you realized he must’ve gotten in the common bathroom by the time you exited the one in your bedroom. He did that sometimes when you locked the door out of habit. Not that he couldn’t come in, it was just… You used to scold him pretty badly for breaking into the bathroom. Picking locks wasn’t something you wanted your juniors to acquire as a habit. They had enough of their daddy’s traits as it was.

The thought made you chuckle. Your eldest son had already outgrown his father by at least five and a half – gotta be precise here! – centimeters (which made daddy very proud, but also a teeny tiny bit jealous). Despite his height, which, you were sure, was going to break the golden 180cm in the next few months, your boy’s build was exactly the same as Baekhyun’s. His shoulders were broad, his hips wide, and his waist was naturally narrow. Legs long and lean, and eyes always mischievous. He was eighteen and already seemed more like Baekhyun’s best friend rather than his child. Being both the hyung and the oppa of the household, he was the most mature out of the bunch, and always a big help to his parents.

Your middle child, your precious daughter, resembled you a lot. Her wavy hair and her big eyes with the longest eyelashes either of you’d ever witnessed. Seriously, that was the first thing Baekhyun’s friends had commented on when they came by to meet your new baby. ‘Is this even normal? Can she see through those? That’s one pretty baby!’ She was even prettier now, at her sweet sixteen, cheeks still a bit chubby, which – just as her button nose – were definitely an homage to her dad. Not to mention her hands that were even more delicate and exquisite than his.

The youngest, your six-year-old son, was a blessing. You weren’t planning to have more children after the first two until you suddenly thought… why not? Cannot say that you weren’t a little bit under the influence at the time. It was one of those rare weekends when your kids had a sleepover at their grandparents’, so you had the whole house to yourself. Deciding to have a domestic date and enjoy shameless daytime drinking, you indulged in a whole glass of wine before both of you were tipsy and giggling, then you added one more to the mix. At that point, all kinds of crazy things were brought up.

‘We should do this more often…’ You informed your partner. ‘This is exciting! We can walk around naked the way we used to before we had teenagers in the house!’

‘I miss our naked Saturdays…’ Baekhyun whined, almost spilling his wine while trying to sip it gracefully. ‘Now I barely even see you naked with your shower locking obsession!’

Pursing your lips, you dismissed his complaint.

‘After that incident… You cannot blame me for my caution.’

The incident was, well, your son needing to use the bathroom while his sister was taking too long and heading to the one in your bedroom. He nearly walked in on… an adult scene.

‘He didn’t even see anything, Y/N-ah,’ your husband grumbled, but you waved him off, downing your drink as if it was a shot of tequila rather than a glass of wine.

‘I don’t see a problem though,’ he blinked at you, not following. ‘We’re alone. Why not… See each other naked again?’

‘Right. We can also- Y/N-ah!’

‘What?’ You eyed his suddenly enthusiastic form with nothing but suspicion.

‘We can create a distraction!’

‘Hm?’

‘A distraction for them. So that they’d be busy with something else while we’re away.’

‘Hmm?’ You still couldn’t locate the source of his excitement.

‘Lemme show you,’ he slurred, tugging on your wrist to get you up and dragging you to the bedroom.

Let’s have another baby – that was his brilliant idea. Had you both not been such poor drinkers, one of you would’ve thought this through.

Nevertheless, you were glad that you didn’t. Because your little angel, who could sometimes be more of a tiny demon, to be frank, was the single sweetest thing to ever exist on planet Earth. He had his entire family wrapped around his little finger, and you – most of all. How could anyone blame you? That troublemaker was the spitting image of his dad and had a personality to match — just as playful and affectionate.

The chill spring breeze from the window licked at the bare skin of your arm, causing you to shiver slightly, coming back from the land of reminiscing. You stretched on the bed, noticing how protruding your nipples became from the cold even while hidden by the gentle fabric of your nightgown. Pulling the covers up, you grunted under your breath, wondering what was taking Baekhyun so long.

Just as you did, the door cracked open, and your husband sauntered into the room.

‘Ah finally, I thought I needed to go rescue you again,’ you chuckled.

That had happened before. He once used the common bathroom to shower before bed and ended up captured by your daughter, who was around six or seven at the time, in the hallway. She then demanded cuddles, knowing that her father was too weak to turn his precious girl down and send her back to bed. You found them both huddled up asleep on the couch, with your husband’s head tilted dangerously to the side. Terrible sleeping postures always had consequences, so you spared him the agony of the next morning, waking him up mercifully and helping to get your little girl to her bed. This was only one of many occasions – Baekhyun was a softie.

This time, however, he was a bit stupefied.

He didn’t react to your remark and seemed like he was going on autopilot when he came closer and sat on the bed.

You lifted the covers, inviting him to join you, and he followed your lead, still staring at the wall across the room.

‘Yeobo,’ you called, getting slightly alarmed. ‘Are you okay?’

He blinked, the stupor breaking, and looked at you with astounded eyes.

‘I- I think,’ he began, making you shift to face him properly. ‘I think I just overheard our daughter watching porn!’

His voice lowered to a whisper by the end of that sentence.

‘Oh my god,’ you whispered back. ‘How do you figure?’

‘I was walking down the hallway, and I thought I heard something from her room. I didn’t fully register what it was, but now that it processed… It was definitely porn!’

The signs of distress on his face almost caused you to break down in a fit of laughter. You held it in with all you got. Fathers and daughters, the eternal struggle.

‘First of all, ew. Aren’t you even a little bit ashamed to be eavesdropping on your kids like that?’ You didn’t let him protest. ‘Also, how do you even know it was porn, you know she sometimes mumbles and whimpers in her sleep. Like someone else we know…’

Giving him a pointed look, you leaned over his chest to turn the lights to the lowest mode, leaving the room dimly lit. It was always effective when you wanted to help him relax.

‘I wasn’t ea- And you think I can’t tell what porn sounds like? There are some generic… sounds. That give it away.’

‘When was the last time you watched it?’ You murmured, eyeing him curiously.

Of all people, you knew best how short his attention span was. Sometimes it could work to your advantage. Like right now, when you needed to de-escalate this before you could reason with him.

‘I- wh- I don’t know, probably when you were pregnant,’ he recalled. ‘The third one was somehow the toughest on me. You looked way too attractive for a heavily pregnant lady, let me tell you.’

‘Heavily pregnant??’ You scoffed, softening right after. ‘Well, you have a point, he was pretty huge. I swear, if he doesn’t grow up to be taller than Chanyeol, I’d be offended. That boy’s giant head prolonged my healing by at least a month.’

Baekhyun sighed and looked up at the ceiling, thinking back to that time.

‘He was the only one who caused you to tear, right?’

‘Yeah. Which is weird, considering that he was my third one. Ah well, I guess I’m not getting any younger…’

‘Aren’t you though? I’m constantly being asked about my pretty young wife,’ Baekhyun smiled at you charmingly. ‘And you only became prettier after the third pregnancy. I say it’s the hormones.’

Your cunning little plan was working. He was incredibly easy to distract.

‘Tell me the truth, was it the boobs? Or my butt? I did gain the most weight with the little daredevil, that’s for sure.’

‘It was all of you. You always looked so sexy when pregnant, I just wanted to have you all to myself,’ he cooed at you. ‘To feed you handpicked strawberries. And smother you with kisses. My beautiful young wife.’

At some point during this conversation, you shuffled closer to each other, now cuddled up snugly on the bed. Your finger slowly traced abstract patterns on his chest, happily exploiting the access to his skin where his pajama shirt was unbuttoned.

‘Ah, you’re just saying that to get under my nightgown,’ you batted your eyelashes at him, and he shook his head.

‘Maybe a little, but that’s true. And it’s not surprising that people are noticing – you are younger than me.’

‘A couple of years is nothing at our age,’ you murmured, bending your knee and moving your leg slightly up his to get cozy.

‘Well, you know what people say… Small kids make parents younger. Wanna have another one?’ He nudged you gently and laughed at the dirty look you gave him.

‘Yeobo- please don’t make jokes like this. I’d rather look for other elixirs of youth than go through that entire ordeal again.’

You knew that he was kidding, but the thought made you shiver.

‘I know, honey, I know. Like I said, you’re not in need of any elixirs.’

At this you relaxed, melting into his shoulder, and guiding his arm to wrap around you, warming your exposed shoulders.

‘Well, Mr Byun, same to you. Still as charming as two decades ago.’

‘Hey, I’d like to think that I’m more charming now. The experience and all.’

‘Who helped you gain all that experience though?’ You poked him lightly, and a low chesty laugh escaped his lips.

‘Of course, it was my one and only, my young, and beautiful, and smart and sexy little wife,’ he punctuated each compliment with a chaste kiss to your cheeks, nose, lips, and neck.

You squirmed in his arms.

‘Ah, you make a woman go mad,’ you purred into his lips mockingly.

He snickered softly, ready to lean in, but then stopped abruptly.

‘Wait a second- What about-’

‘Baekhyun…’ You murmured as he fussed on the bed.

‘I should probably go in there, and-’

‘And what? Embarrass your daughter?’ You held him down. ‘She’s sixteen, honey, it’s just the hormones. We’ve both been there. Let her be.’ You nuzzled his neck, pressing your lips to his sensitive skin lazily.

His mind was growing cloudy again since your hand was now caressing his inner thigh foxily. He’d probably realized what you were doing by now, but you were right, so he allowed you to sway him into giving the idea of an immediate intervention up.

‘Besides, I’m sure you wouldn’t be nearly as appalled if that was our eldest,’ you scoffed and added in an exaggerated tone. ‘Never took you for a sexist.’

‘But- he’s eighteen, and she- she’s my little girl…’ He mumbled in a small voice, hazed further by your not-so-subtle seduction. ‘I can’t let her- watch that-’

‘Don’t worry, yeobo,’ you whispered soothingly in his ear, slipping your hand into his loose pants. ‘I’ll talk to her tomorrow. Without you. No need to traumatize the poor girl, that’s how daddy issues develop.’

‘You should know,’ he bit back meekly, sighing when you finally wrapped your fingers around his semi-hard length.

‘The sass! It’s almost like you still got it, Mr Byun. Care to impress that young wife of yours?’

‘I sure will, you cunning woman,’ he growled playfully, completely giving in to it and attacking your laughing mouth as he lifted the covers over your head.

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bumblesimagines · 3 years

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Green Thumb

Part 14

Request: Yes or No

TW: Vision dying, the snap victims

Did I almost cry while writing this? Hell ya lmao I had to watch the movie in order to get everything right but im also just a big crybaby lol

Three for the price of one? More likely than you think

You gently leaned Vision against a branch, taking a seat beside him. You looked over at Wanda as she landed nearby. She rushed over to you and Vision.

"Are you two okay?" Wanda asked softly, placing a gentle hand on Visions cheek. He groaned in pain, hand going to the Mind Stone. You frowned, touching his arm.

"What? What is it?" Wanda asked, watching him in concern.

"He's here." Vision breathed out, looking around in a panic. You swallowed, a chill running down your spine. Wanda stared at him, a shakey breath leaving her. The team quickly grouped, keeping an eye out for Thanos. You met Buckys gaze, giving him a tired smile as he helped you up.

"You alright?" He asked. You nodded, leaning against him. You noticed movement, turning your head and seeing the giant. You took a small step away from Bucky, watching him.

"Cap... That's him." Bruce confirmed. Steve nodded, beginning to walk towards him. You watched as he effortlessly took out everyone. You glanced back at Wanda and Vision as Vision tried convincing her to destroy the stone. You frowned, looking forward.

"(Y/N)." Bucky grabbed your arm, frowning. You looked at him, offering a small smile.

"We'll be fine, Bucky." You assured before you walked forward, looking at Thanos. You raised your hands, making roots grab onto Thanos. They wrapped around his arms and neck, pulling back. Even if they didn't stop him, it saved Wanda time. You lowered one hand, crouching down and picking up the dagger. Thanos grunted, struggling against the roots. He lunged forward, the roots snapping.

"Oh, shit." You breathed out. You were close enough to stab the side of his stomach before he grabbed your shoulder, tossing you aside and throwing the dagger as well. You were thrown against a tree, making it snap.

"Fuck!" You grunted, head spinning. You shut your eyes tightly, opening them and seeing Wanda using her powers in the Mind Stone. She cried but didn't stop until it finally broke, sending a blast through the area. You looked up, watching Thanos approach Wanda.

"I know how you feel." Thanos said sympathetically. Wanda glared up at him through watery eyes.

"You could never." She whispered. Thanos gently patted her head, continuing towards where Vision once was. He rewound time so Vision was slowly constructed again.

"No!" Wanda screamed, running forward but she was thrown back. Thanos picked Vision up by the throat, pulling the Mind Stone out of his forehead. Your throat went dry as Vsion turned gray and limp. Thor finally appeared, throwing his axe in Thanos chest. You slowly crawled towards Wanda, brushing her hair out of her face.

"Wanda?" You stared down at her, trying to blink away tears. Wanda slowly sat up, a horrified gasp leaving her when she saw Vision. You looked up, seeing Thanos half burnt body and half destroyed gauntlet. He made a portal, going through it before anyone could react.

"Vision.." Wanda whimpered.

"Steve? (Y/N)?" You turned towards Bucky, eyes widening as he fell, turning to dust.

"Bucky?" You called out softly, watching Steve touch the dust in shock.

"Sam?" You called out in a panic, standing up and looking around.

"I'm here." Sam stood, stumbling forward but he fell, turning into a pile of dust.

"(Y/N).." Wanda whispered, making you turn to look at her. She turned to dust as well, panicked breaths leaving you.

"Where are they? What's going on?" You asked with a trembling voice, tears beginning to slip down your cheeks.

"He did it." Steve whispered. You furrowed your brows, making eye contact with Natasha. She frowned, approaching you.

"Oh, baby.." She whispered, giving you a tight hug. You hugged her back, mind racing. You suddenly pulled back.

"Mom and dad.." You breathed out. Natasha's lips parted, nodding. Steve slowly stood, picking Visions body up. The team made their way to the city. Okoye met up with the remaining Dora Milaje, telling them the news of T'Challa. By the time you all reached the city, T'Challa's mother and sister had gotten word. The Queen Mother greeted you and the team with a solemn look on her face. You could tell she was trying to stay strong and fight back tears.

"I need to go see them." You said quietly. Ramonda had Ayo take you and Natasha to a jet. Ayo held a strong face though her eyes were watered as she piloted. Natasha placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. You stayed silent, staring at the floor. Your mind went blank, trying to focus on calming yourself down. You and Natasha were dropped off at the farm. You felt immense relief upon seeing Clint, running towards him.

"Clint!"

(Y/N), oh thank god!" Clint quickly caught you, arms tightly wrapping around you. You couldn't stop the sobs that wrecked your body, legs buckling beneath you. You and Clint fell to the ground, still holding onto each other.

"They're gone.." You whispered, sniffling afterward as your body trembled.

"Bucky, Sam, Vision, Wanda.. All of them.. They just.. They just turned to dust." You told him in a shakey voice as you pulled back. You could literally see Clints heart break in half. You sniffled, noticing hotdogs on the bench outside.

"Where's mom?" You asked softly, looking at Clint. He stayed silent, staring at the ground. Your brows furrowed as you stared at him.

"Dad?"

"They're gone too, aren't they?" Natasha asked softly, standing behind you. Your face dropped, staring at him as your bottom lip trembled.

"No, no.. They can't.. They couldn't have.." You stood up, stumbling slightly. You glanced at the bench, walking towards the house.

"Mom? Lila? Cooper? Nate?" You called into the empty house, searching for your family. Every room downstairs was empty. You quickly went upstairs, almost tripping as you entered each room. Cooper and Lila's rooms were as messy as always but with no sign of them. You entered Nathaniels' room, almost stepping on a drawing of his. You reached down, picking it up with shakey hands.

"Oh, Nate.." It was of the whole family. It was poorly drawn but it was easy to tell who was who. Tear drops fell onto the paper. You walked towards your room, sitting on the bed. You held tightly into the drawing, holding it against your chest as you cried. You took in short breaths and closed your eyes, letting out a scream full of anger, sadness, and exhaustion. When you opened your eyes, you saw most of your room covered in ice.

"I'm so fucking tired.." You whispered, watching the ice slowly retract.

"I can't have one good thing without it being taken." You muttered, looking out the window. Natasha comfored Clint, most likely having explained everything to him. Natasha left not long after, taking a motorcycle. You licked your lips, hearing Clint step inside the house. It was too silent. You were so used to hearing Laura talking or humming along to whatever song played on the radio, Cooper attempt to teach Nate new words, Lila ask Clint about his work as Hawkeye. You heard Clint heavy footsteps head up the stairs and stop at your door.

"You should take a break from work." Clint said quietly. You kept your stare on the window, mind blank again.

"Okay.." You heard Clint walk away from your room, heading back downstairs. You let out a shakey sigh, reaching out to the device you used to speak to Bucky with. You clicked on the button.

Calling White Wolf...

Call failed.

Your jaw clenched, eyes watering again. Your brows furrowed, noticing one option appear.

Replay previous calls?

You hesitantly clicked on it, brows lifted and lips parting as recordings of all the calls you made with Bucky appeared. You could listen to his voice and see his face again on repeat. You felt some sense of relief. You stood up, grabbing some clothes and a towel. You entered the bathroom, stripping and grunting softly. You turned around, looking at the mirror.

"Fuck.." You breathed out, seeing the bruises. You sighed, turning on the shower and waiting for it to heat. You entered, standing under the water. You watched the blood and dirt go down the drain, slightly leaning against the wall.

"What the hell are we gonna do now?" You closed your eyes, running a hand over your face. You licked your lips, finishing your shower and getting out. You carefully dried off, changing and stepping out. You grabbed your phone, checking the news. Half of Earths' population gone. There was confusion, chaos, and fear.

"Where the fuck is Tony?" You asked yourself, noticing some articles about him missing. They had been published before people turned to dust. You clicked on the video, watching it.

"Tony Stark, also known as Iron Man, was last seen in his suit flying towards what appeared to be a space ship. Since then, he has not made an appearance and his future wife, Pepper Potts, has neither denied or confirmed his disappearance."

"This is a big fat shit show." You whispered, turning off your phone and standing up. You left your room, heading down the steps and seeing Clint staring at Lilas' old toy bunny.

"I didn't know Tony was getting married." You said quietly, watching him. Clint gave an amused smirk, nodding as he looked at you.

"Neither of us were invited.. Wonder why." Clint said softly. You approached him, sitting beside him and leaning against him.

"At least we have each other."

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hotwings0203 · 3 years

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Hello!!! Soooo I came up with a few headcanons for Muslim Bakugou, JajkjGhoA I can't wait to read your response! 😫🤲💖

Okay! So he is definitely the good husband who does house chores! He actually helps around the house, knows how to do all the chores, and all the other girls are so jealous of you lolll

He will make you the best food! He knows all your favourite dishes, and will spoil you with his cooking! Also he will make your favourite desserts as a form of apology for when he pisses you off or makes you upset

Will feed you when he's trying out new dishes, and when you're getting married during the mehndi, when you feed him laddu or gulab jamun, he will blush so hard but also holds your wrist to "guide" you, as everyone giggles and teases you two for being so flustered and blushy around each other

If you make his favorite dishes?? Like okay imagine you make his fav dish (after asking the bakusquad cuz he's hard to approach lol) and subtly give it to him or maybe get Kirishima to give it to him as you leave the mosque or arrive at some community party or something, homeboi will blush so hard and will not let anyone have even the tiniest bite of your cooking

As a thanks he will buy you churiyan! He will see you admiring them and will come up and awkwardly but gruffly ask you if you like that certain churiyan set (that is like a pretty red and gold) and when you say yes, he will proceed to buy it for you, and omg if the bakusquad see this, Denki and Sero will definitely tease him and be like you should put them on her! While you're like omg! Wait, the adults will see! And he just surprises everyone as he gently grabs your hand and puts them on you and just admires how soft your hands are, and how they fit in his hand, and thinks about how pretty they would look with a wedding ring on them, and you are just standing there blushing so hard, and when he sees you wearing those churiyan at other events he feels so proud and possessive and happy

Weak for your smile and laugh, and very protective of you, will blow someone's head off for making you upset or for disrespecting you. Your parents love him so much, will immediately say yes to the rishta! Also, his parents love you so much, you and Masaru are the calm to Bakugou and Mitsuki raging tempers lmfaoo

You're the only one who gets to see his soft side and soft while without being threatened with death loll lucky youuu~ Also! Everyone will tease him sooooo much for being soft for you, the girls and aunties always giggle when they see how soft he is with you when you guys are out in public and he won't deny it either loll

In public he's kinda reserved with pda, but likes it when you hold his hand or loosely hook your arm around his muscled arms. He will however, put an arm on your lower back to steer you away from an uncomfortable situation or will step in front of you to protect you

In private he will be cuddly, loves wrapping his arms around you, forhead kisses too! You will be a blushing, flustered mess as he leans down by your ear and teases you about it in his low gruff voice. Also just loves the feel of your soft body against his

Also! Omg say its eid or something, and you're getting your mehndi done, the bakusquad will push him to sit with you and help you since you're mehndi is still wet. He will gruffly compliment your mehndi design, will get you food and feed it to you, will softly but hesitantly brush your hair away from your face when he sees that its bugging you, and this will make your both blush, and omg he will have the softest look in this eyes at that moment, and his hand will linger by your pretty earnings, and will just gaze at your lips with a lustful gaze as you softly whisper thank you

When the mehndi dries, and Denki makes a comment about how dark and rich the color is and is like damn Bakugou you really have it bad for y/n huh? Both of you will be so flustered and while Bakugou chases Denki while yelling that hes gonna blow his head off, you just stand there will Mina and Ochako and giggle at his antics, and the girls will tease you about you have gotten Bakugou wrapped around your fingers and that you shouldn't be surprised when his parents approach your parents with a rishta

AunwQniwa anyways Muslim Bakugou will love you so much and cherish you and just RIP to your heart 😫😭💖

YO YES MY GAWD LETS ASSESS THIS MFKIN FOOD YOU JUST GAVE US

okay so 100% YES!! Y’all seen mitsuki? She ain’t havin none of that “I’m the only son so treat me like a king” bs. No no, our girlboss femdom Mistski Auntie has her two boys cookin and cleanin every weekend and massaging her feet, as she SHOULD!

These habits carry on to when he gets married also. His wife could be doing the dishes one day right after their wedding and he would walk by, peeking over her shoulder at her hand-to-sponge technique.

“You’re doing it wrong dumbass. Use the hard side to scrub the crumbs off and then the soft side to polish it.” He snatches the plate from your hands and starts vigorously rubbing it the way you couldn’t. You stare at him, flabbergasted that a mom in the desi community has actually succeeded in raising her son right.

“‘The fuck are you looking at?”

“Nothing,” you quickly say, stepping aside to let him work his magic. He merely grunts and picks up the next bowl.

In a moment of bravado, you lean over to kiss his cheeks. He stops scrubbing and just stares at the sponge in his hands, his face slowly going red as a beet.

When you two fight, you already know he’s gonna be yelling at the top of his lungs and stomping around the house, the explosions from his hands searing the furniture around you.

It’s enough to set you off and storm out of the house too. You need a fucking break, he can be so much to handle sometimes.

It’s around late evening that you come back in the garage from wherever you decide to cool off from. The house is silent and dark from the outside so you assume he fell asleep with the usual scowl on his face.

You sigh and drop your keys and purse on the counter, exhausted from the day’s drama. Form the corner of your eye you see a small candle on the kitchen table alight, and you walk over to put it out.

Except right in front of the candle, there’s a small plate of mithai(sweets) that has a note attached to it.

“Sorry for being an ass” is written in his chicken scratch writing. You smile and shake your head, taking a bite from the surprisingly well-made gulaab jamun.

It’s a good thing Katsuki hid Sato’s recipe in one of the cabinets before you came home.

And just like you said, the man is WHIPPED for your cooking. He’s always pulling you to the kitchen and lightly shoving you around the stove, gruffly telling you to add more spices that he knows you can recreate to a T.

Whenever the Bakusquad comes over to hang out, you try to cook the same way you know Katsuki likes (extra spicy), but for some reason on those exact days you can’t seem to find any of your special ingredients…

At other times maybe before your marriage, when he first began falling in love with you he would see you admiring a vendor’s churiyaan and earrings.

He would quietly walk up behind you maybe a foot or two away, observing how you fit the bangles on your wrist.

“I like the red ones on you,” he says lowly, making sure to dwindle down his usual aggressive tone.

You turn and gently smile at him. “Oh yeah? And why’s that?”

“Because red is what brides wear.”

Your heart beats fast as he takes your wrist, oh so delicate compared to his callous large hands.

“And the silver makes me think of the ring I’ll have on you in no time soon.”

Bakugo closes his eyes in front of you and inhales, letting you know that everything about you draws him closer.

When you guys walk around a college campus or even in town, he’s always looking left and right shiftily, convinced that every man within a mile of you is trying to steal you away. He’ll stand in front of you when a guy asks you where a certain building is, he’ll glare at his friends when they get too rowdy and rough with you, but he still gets nervous for PDA. He knows how fast word travels around in desi communities so he doesn’t want to do anything in public, but fuck when he gets home he’s pinning you on the bed and resting his entire weight on you.

At eid as stated above^^ he’ll see you in your lengha or kurti and get INSANELY nervous and flustered at your beauty. The way you sit poised and laughing with Mina and ochako while your mehndi is being done makes his palms sweat and his armpits prickly. He has to wipe them on his kameez almost three times before taking one last look at you and walking away.

Well, at least he tries to walk away. He’s promptly sought out and grabbed by his three cronies, who drag him by nail and tooth towards you. No amount of swearing and growling threats to ‘blow their ass up so bad people will piecing them back together for weeks” stops them from bringing him closer to you.

“Yeah yeah, you said that already,” Denki smirks and playfully zaps his ass so that he helps and lurches forwards towards you.

The commotion makes the girls look up and wave excitedly when they spot the rowdy men.

You bite your lip and give Bakugo a meek little grin, which makes steam curl from his ears.

“Heyyy ladiesss, got room for one more?” Sero drawls and throws an arm over the simmering grenade of a man.

“Hmm,” Mina mockingly contemplates for a minute before she slowly starts to get up, uraraka following pursuit. “Not at the moment, but maybe we could make some room…” she tackles Bakugo and Kirishima also kicks the back of his knees so that he folds cleanly into the chair next to you.

You look bewildered at everybody while they snicker at Bakugo’s vermillion face.

He glared at them and after an oblivious moment or two they get the hint and wink before backing off.

“So, uh, how long have you been getting your hand done for?”

You grin at his inexperience with these kinds of things, but still indulge him.

“About 25 minutes or so.”

“25 min-“ his eyes grow wide and the whole hall turns to him as he screams at your poor designer for making you ‘sit on her cute ass for such a goddamn long time. And why the hell doesn’t she have food yet??’

At least he thought you were cute

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#Muslim Bakugo #desi Bakugo #katsuki bakugo headcanons #bakugo fluff #hot moots

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kurinoot · 3 years

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[day 9] nine home remedies | kuroo tetsuroo

-> much to your wishes, your boyfriend who happens to be the captain of the boys volleyball team that you’re managing still went to practice despite being sick, so you give him a taste of your own medicine, literally

pairing: kuroo x reader

themes: fluff (with a bit of spice), manager!reader, some humor innit lol

warnings: mature innuendos here and there (and that’s it uwu), mild language (just one curse word lol)

word count: 3,379 words

note: sorry for the late LATE post. School has begun again and this fic is pretty long compared to the past ones :( but here’s the update now hehe I hope you guys like it! Also, thank you so much to @xmyshya, @ssrated1volleyballplayer, @meiansmistress, and @vanille--kiss for proofreading this one for me! Father Meian would be so proud uwu. And also, to my friend who has been part of this since Day 1, @msmeowski, I really owe you one!

“How many times do I have to tell you that you should’ve skipped practice today?” You sigh as you accompany your boyfriend with his arm slung over your shoulder to his house, albeit weak and flushed. Kuroo only grunts in response.

“What, you’re my mom now?” He quips. You glare in his direction, as you have already given him an earful on how his health should be a priority and how he shouldn't choose practice over his well-being. As soon as you enter his house, his grandmother sees the two of you scurrying inside, greeting you with a gentle smile.

“Ah welcome Y/N-chan! Oh! What happened to you, Tekkun?” his grandmother remarks.

“Baa-chan! It’s Tetsurou!” Kuroo coughs. You could only bow your head at her with respect as you speak on his weakened behalf.

“Baa-chan! I told this rooster head right here to not go to practice for today because he’s sick, but he still did!”

“Oh, did he really now?” She replies as she instantly glares at her grandson, who is eyeing the sofa, seeking the comfort of its warm, soft surface. His grandmother then pinches hard on her grandson’s cheek.

“You shouldn't make things harder for Y/N-chan!”

“Baa-chan! Your grandson is sick and you’re still scolding me?” He retorts, earning another pinch and earful from his grandmother before motioning you inside as she prepares the sofa for Kuroo to rest as you follow suit.

“Y/N-chan, will you help brew some tea and make Hachimitsu Daikon for Tetsu-chan?” his grandmother asks as she helps the captain on the couch. You nod before glaring at the sorry state of your boyfriend.

“You better not move from there, mister. I’m gonna brew you some tea.” You order as the captain could only painfully cough in reply, jokingly.

“Yes, ma!”

You quickly set up the kettle, placing it on the stove before preparing the tea. As you wait for the water to boil, you prep the Hachimitsu Daikon mixture, mixing the daikon and honey together before letting it set on the counter. You then hear his grandmother come to the kitchen, and you perk up at her smiling presence, taking two shopping bags with her.

“I’ll be going out to the market, Y/N-chan. Take care of Tekkun for me.” You wave goodbye as she leaves, amused at their cute relationship.

You leave the jar on the table to let the mixture come together as you lift the kettle and pour its contents into the mug with the tea leaves before serving it to your ailing boyfriend.

“Sit up! Here’s some tea. It’ll help with your cold. Also, I made some Hachimitsu Daikon for you on the table, okay? Baa-chan taught me this one, and said that it was good for your sore throat.”

His hand feebly reaches for the mug in yours, brushing his fingers against yours. He holds your hand for a moment as he looks intently at you. “Manager-chan, I know you’re concerned about me right now,” Kuroo takes the mug from your hands, shifting his focus to the mug on his palms. “But I can take care of myself from here. The younger ones need their pretty manager.”

You quirk an eyebrow, unamused at his statement—huffing as you put your hands on your hips. “As the manager, and as your girlfriend, I’m obligated to take care of the entire team, which also includes my boyfriend. Besides, I’m pretty sure the others are worried about you as well.”

“You never go down without a fight, huh? How annoying,” he obnoxiously says, but thankful nonetheless. He blows into the mug before daintily sipping the tea, sighing in relief as he looks at you. “I didn't know I needed that. Thanks so much, baby girl,” he says with a smile.

Your heart warms at the gesture as you quickly grab your bag, pulling out your first aid pouch and grabbing a sheet of KoolFever, much to your boyfriend’s surprise. You quickly remove the film covering as you gently place it on his sweltering forehead, prompting Kuroo to sigh in contentment as the contrasting cool sheet lays over his spiking hot forehead.

“Ah~ sometimes I wish I could be sick forever...” he places the mug on the coffee table before suddenly pulling you to his lap. “You’d be my cute nurse, baby girl~” He burrows his flustered face to your chest, to which you only spit in disgust. You ruffle his hair as you chuckle in sarcasm.

“Oh by the way, I’m telling Coach Nekomata to give you 15 more diving drills to make up for today.”

“B-baby, n-no need to be harsh on me,” Kuroo attempts to give you the cutest cat eyes, appealing to your cat-loving side, and although you feel the need to hug your man, you resist his advancements.

“Stop staring at me with those big eyes!” You shove his face away from you as you continue. “Also you’re sweaty, so I’ll get the bath running.”

You manage to untangle yourself from his arms before you enter the bathroom, drawing him a warm bath. Afterwards, you step out of the bathroom with the water running, with tufts of steam leaking out the door ajar.

“Oi, jiisan, bath’s ready!” You pull out a fresh white towel from one of the cabinets as Kuroo slowly stands up at your cue. You go to aid him as he walks on the way to the bathroom, pulling a half-scowl on his face.

“Oi, you do know that I’m not old, right?”

“Hm-hmm. Says the person who says ‘Ah, youth.’”

Kuroo, amused at your clapbacks, chooses to stay silent instead as you help him towards the bathroom. You check the water to see if it’s warm enough as Kuroo lethargically takes off his shirt, fumbling around. You chuckle at his helpless sight, amused at his feeble form, although your eyes keep lingering back to his sweaty torso. Thankfully, his head is stuck in his uniform, so he doesn't have a reason to tease you, and although you need to help him with his uniform, you try not to be tempted to touch his lean, muscular abdominals and his perking pectorals.

“Uhm, ah, I’ll leave you to it!” You shyly mutter as you attempt to scurry out of the bathroom, to no avail as your boyfriend pulls you into a hug, burying his head in your shoulder in the process. You feel his warm breath wantonly brush against the nape of your neck as his ripped torso touches against you, bringing blood on your cheeks in embarrassment. Your heart palpitates as you swallow the lump in your throat in anticipation.

“You perv, you intentionally looked at me while I was naked...” He provokingly whispers in your ear as he gently caresses your hair, leaving you with trails of shivers down your spine.

“You do know that you need to be punished, right, baby girl?”

You grit your teeth at his underlying pestering as your thoughts are left at the tip of your tongue. Damn, he really knows how to push the right buttons, huh?!

Kuroo smirks at your struggle, more so with the flustered expression on your face, but feels all of his confidence go down the drain almost instantly.

“I can’t just let an old man pathetically get stuck with his shirt on his head. Now, what would others—especially Lev and Yaku—say if they found out that their cool captain can’t even remove his shirt?”

T-This woman… Kuroo thinks as he feels his mind short circuit at the turn of events. He tries to push more buttons to try and rile you up, which only proves to be futile.

You then break the ice before going out of the bathroom. “Now I’m gonna go out for a bit and I expect you to be undressed AND in the tub by the time I come back, okay Kuroo-jiisan?”

“Will you stop calling me jiisan already?!”

By the time you return, you are greeted by clouds of steam and you are graced with the view of your boyfriend naked and resting in the filled warm tub.

You then do a quick series of arm stretching, preparing yourself before grabbing the mint-scented shampoo placed in a small cupboard nearby. You squeeze a decent amount of it on your hand, lathering it before you massage the dollop of bubbles onto his scalp. As you massage the shampoo into his hair, you can’t help but feel relaxed in the atmosphere—you shampooing his hair, the calm sloshing sound of the rippling water, the gentle sounds echoing on the bathroom walls, the looming fresh scent of mint, and the almost inaudible sound of his purr.

Oh my gosh, he’s purring like a cat, you think in fascination as you continue threading your fingers onto his hair whilst humming contentedly. Meanwhile, the man in the tub is in complete relaxation mode, feeling satisfied at the sensation of the warm water and your presence.

He releases a low purr as he simmers himself into the warm tub of sudsy water, closing his eyes at the soothing kneading of your hands in his hair. You then place a quick gentle peck on his shoulder before grabbing the shower head, rinsing his hair with care to avoid splashing water on your dry clothes.

“Ah, that feels really good...” you hear Kuroo unknowingly whisper in relief, which makes you feel warm and fuzzy with contentment. You then grab the soap sitting on the wall side of the tub, lathering it as you rub your way down his body.

Another wave of soft purrs emanates from his lips as you gently knead the sore muscles of his back, instantly feeling the knots leaving his body. You feel him recline into your touch as he turns to putty in your hands, releasing a deep contented sigh. It doesn't last long as you rinse the trails of suds with water, leaving a final peck on his now clean shoulder.

“I’ll leave you for a minute.”

You make your way to the living room and grab the Salonpas and KoolFever from your bag, and proceed to the kitchen to grab a tray and pour another cup of the herbal tea. Once the Hachimitsu Daikon settles in, you look around for a spoon, carrying it alongside the container of the syrup. You head back to his room only to see Kuroo sitting on the bed, with his hair still wet and a towel hanging on his neck.

You sigh as you place the tray on his bedside table before giving him a spoonful of the syrup. You grab his towel from his neck gently, shuffling to his back as you drape the towel over his head. Your fingers tenderly graze through his wet locks, which is surprisingly soft compared to his usual bedridden rooster hair. Tempted, you leave soft pecks on his sweltering forehead while continuing to dry his hair. His hazel eyes gaze at the tray before seeing the green onion.

"Y/N-chan, what’s that?" he says as he points to the green onion.

“What? You don’t know the famous home remedy?”

It is actually the opposite. He knows it all too well. It’s just that, Kuroo isn’t sure if you are going to:

A) wrap it around his neck

or worse

B) stick it up in his ass

Knowing you, as the manager and his girlfriend, it would most likely be the latter. He knows he needs to butter you up to avoid the worst choice out of the two.

"You should thank Baa-chan. If it wasn't for her, I wouldn't know how to make it specially for you." You hold his warm cheeks in your hands, feeling the sweat forming from his fever. Under your touch, he nuzzles against the cool touch of your touch on his face. Hurriedly, he clasps your hands as he brushes it against his lips, tenderly kissing your wrists.

“Y/N-chan,” he directs his eyes towards you, whilst pecking your wrists. “You’re so warm...”

Your cheeks dye in rose from his sudden affection, pulling away from him before anything could happen. “L-Let me apply some salonpas to you, since you’re done with the s-syrup...”

Kuroo’s attention keeps going back and forth to you and the green onion on the tray, feeling the slight tension of his heartbeat as time passes by. You then grab the pack of salonpas as you motion for his shirt, but he quickly lays down on the bed, lifting the hem of his shirt for a quick tease as he displays his sweating abdominals. He devilishly fixes his gaze to you with the cutest cat eyes before rolling on his stomach. “Help me, Ms. Manager~”

You feel the need to slap this idiot who unbelievably is the captain of your volleyball team, but quietly sigh ‘another time’. You sigh as your hand glides up to his well-defined back, caressing every touch against his broad back. Your thumb is pressed against his feverish skin before hearing Kuroo's grunts, possibly aching in some parts. Once you've identified the places around his aching rear, you start unpacking the Salonpas.

“Oho? You even have Salonpas with you? Ms. Manager, you're always prepared,” he nonchalantly chuckles, followed by coughing fits as you work on putting on the medicinal patches.

“I'm the manager for a reason. And besides, we work best together, like blood, so if one of you gets sick,” you finish placing the last patch of Salonpas as you start massaging the patches before directing your attention towards him.

"What's the Nekoma team without one another?"

As if taken by surprise by your response, Kuroo gives off a low chuckle that makes you raise an eyebrow in confusion. "Y/N-chan, after this little thing," Kuroo tucks his arms under his pillows as he buries his face, exposing only half as he gazes directly into your eyes. A playful smirk on his lips as he teasingly exposes his neck, his muscles on his back displayed.

"Let’s go on a date."

Undeniably, you feel the heat rising in your cheeks at his sudden remark. After a brief pause, you clear your throat, evading his statement. “Y-You…! You have the stamina to be this cheesy when you need to rest?” You tell him as you finish massaging his back. He cheekily grins as he suddenly grabs your hand and pulls you into him. He attempts to give you a playful peck on your lips, to no avail as you shove his face back to his pillow.

“N-no need to be this aggressive, b-babe...” Pouting, he digs his face into his pillows as you notice him eyeing the green onion on your tray. Your eyes light up as your lips grin with a devilish plan in mind.

He eyes you as you retract, with your hand hovering over the tray. His pupils dilate with his heart palpitating in each second.

Is it A or B?! Will you choke him or shove it in his ass?!

His particular train of thought is suddenly cut short as you hold the green onion in your hand. His instincts blare up, feeling it as if they were saying ‘run’ over and over, screaming at himself.

“Alright, Tetsurou,” it is the moment of truth. His neck or virginity are at stake as he internally pleads to the gods for a miracle.

“Stick out your neck.”

A sigh of relief escapes from his lips, just as he feels his desires fulfilled. You then look at him questioningly as you give him a double-edged smile. Much to his lack of knowledge, he gives you a grin, feeling comforted at the decision to choke him rather than deflowering his ass while trying to treat him of his sickness. He hums, closing his eyes, expecting the plant to be wrapped around his neck, only for him to feel the familiar warmth of your lips instead which makes him look down at you. He sees the familiar glint in your eyes, and the way your lips are smirking make his stomach lurch.

Oh no—

“Now you better lay down on your stomach, mister.”

The following morning, the entire Nekoma team goes to check on their captain and on you, worried since you did not reply to their messages last night. Yaku initiates by proceeding to knock on the door, only to be welcomed by the sight of an elderly woman, smiling at them as she welcomes them. “Oh good morning, boys! Tekkun and Y/N-chan are still sleeping upstairs.” She sees the knowing stares between the team as she ushers them inside.

“So this is Kuroo-san’s home...” Lev wanders in fascination as he eyes his surroundings, basking in the environment and its homey atmosphere for the first time. Inuoka seems to feel the same as he smiles, with his eyes sparkling and wandering around the humble abode. Kuroo’s grandmother returns to the kitchen while the rest keep on chattering behind.

Disregarding the banter behind him, Yaku goes on and casually opens the door to the sight of you snuggled with each other, steadily breathing as your hands unconsciously massage Kuroo’s torso, leaving trails of your warm touch on it. The other hand on his shoulder unknowingly massages them reassuringly as the both of you succumb in each other’s presence and comfort.

“Aww look how cute you are, you guys...” Yaku sighs with underlying tease (and perhaps a hint of jealousy) as he walks and checks on you and your boyfriend’s sleeping figure, only to see later, in the captain’s partial state of undress on his lower posterior, a thick stalk of green onion protruding from between his clenching buttcheeks.

He tries to contain his laughter, failing as a full-out cackle escapes his mouth, only for the rest of the team to enter the room and see their captain’s stalked bare posterior, following suit in Yaku’s failed attempt to hold onto his laughter. Kenma, who usually wears a blank expression, is now snickering at the sight before him, much to the surprise of the rest as the setter even takes a snap of it.

A loud groan from the sleeping captain turns the entire room silent as an awake Kuroo, albeit still fuzzy and tranced, rubs one of his eyes. He unconsciously lets out a yawn before his consciousness becomes more clear, finally registering that his teammates are right in his room.

“Oh you guys! Whaddya doin’ here?” he slurs.

“Ah, the guys wanted to know how you were doing and your grandmother happily told us to come in,” Kai replies with his usual smile as he waves at the freshly awoken captain.

“So L/N-san is also here...” Lev utters as his feline eyes land on your sleeping figure, happily snoring your worries away. The entire team pauses for a while just to look and appreciate you in your seemingly deep slumber.

“Waaah, L/N-san looks so cute!”

“Cute...”

Tetsuroo enjoys the attention showered upon you, prompting him to adjust his position on the bed only for him to realize fully the state of his partial nudity on his now aching posterior. He releases a grunt which only turns all the attention in the entire room back to him. Yaku snorts at the view as Yamamoto follows suit, only louder this time.

“O-Oi, whaddya lookin at?” Kuroo scowls at everyone.

Lev snickers at the captain’s condition, albeit with pure curiosity, “Kuroo-san, why is there a green onion stuck in your butthole?”

Kuroo looks at him with disdain while trying to hide the embarrassment from within, “E-Eh! You didn’t know? This is an a-ancient remedy for fevers!”

“That sounds like a nice remedy. I should try it sometime!” Lev naively replies as Kenma looks at him in distaste before he looks at your sleeping frame with a calm expression.

“Don’t even try to do it, Lev.”

The rest of the members, even including Fukunaga, are already laughing at the captain’s plight, only increasing in volume as it effectively wakes you up from your slumber.

“Yeah right. You really let me stick an onion up in your ass? Kinky,” you raspily groan as you rub both eyes to consciousness, only leaving the team on their stomachs even more.

Happy Valentine’s Day to him, indeed.

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