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the-atlas-sister · 5 months

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MORE RANDOM TOKYO REVENGERS RELATIONSHIP HEADCANNONS BECAUSE IM BORED

But make it ✨spicy✨

Hanma gives you praises while he fucks you like a slut. When you give him head he’ll hold you by the hair, dick thrusting into your mouth while he grins down at you.

“Look at my pretty girl,” Hanma grunts softly, his hand holding your hair into a ponytail as he pushed his dick even farther down your throat. Tears stained your cheeks as you gagged against his cock. “C’mon princess,” he hummed, the pace of his hips increasing at the sound of your gag.

Your hands remained at your back, restrained by Hanma’s belt. He left you as nothing more than a fucktoy for his own pleasure, and yet- he spoke as if you were the most precious thing he'd ever laid his eyes on.

“M’close, princess,” he grunted, his grip on your hair tightening. A whimper vibrated in your throat at the action, finally forcing Hanma over the edge. He let out a mix between a sadistic laugh and a moan as he let his cum shoot down your throat. He huffed softly, pulling your lips away from his dick with a mad grin on his face as he gazed at the ceiling. “That’s my girl.

Izana has a mommy kink. He only discovers it if he has an inherently caring partner. Every time you patch up his wounds or treat him with a certain degree of care he didn’t think he’d ever receive, he finds himself just wanting to drop to his knees and make you shake with pleasure.

“Wanna make you feel so good,” the white haired boy whined against your pussy as he sloppily licked and kissed at the wet folds. He gazed up at you from his place between your thighs. Your cheeks were flushed and hair was messy. You gripped the headboard behind you tightly, low moans and whimpers leaving your lips. “You deserve to feel good. Wanna show you how much I love mommy’s pussy,” he rambled against you, his tongue pushing into your tight hole, making you gasp out softly. He’d been at this for at least half an hour now, holding your squirming hips down on the bed as he ate you to his heart’s content.

“Z-Zana,” you whined, pressing your head back against the headboard as he nuzzled his nose against your clit, making your toes curl. “Feels good baby.”

Your praise only encouraged Izana to press his face deeper into your pussy, lapping madly at your entrance. He gripped your hips, guiding you to grind on his face. His pace had no rhythm or pattern, causing your stomach to grow hot. “Cum for me mommy, please, please,” he begged against you, his saliva mixing with the slick already dripping from your cunt.

You reached down and gripped his hair, letting out whiney moans as you felt yourself reaching your climax. God how Izana loved those moans of you. It was as if every sound you made encouraged him to push you over the edge.

Your back arched and a moan fell from your lips as your climax overcame you. Izana held your hips down, continuing to lick at your pussy as you came on his face.

Your chest heaved as he looked up at you, a shit eating grin on his face as he crawled on top of you. “Can I put it in now Mommy? Please?”

Mitsuya uses measuring you as an excuse to feel you up. After establishing a relationship with you he wished for nothing more than to create clothes he made perfectly for you. You don’t have to know that he doesn’t need to see you completely naked to take your measurements though.

“You know I don’t know if I have anymore room in my closet for more of your clothes,” you giggle as you stand between your boyfriend’s spread legs. His eyes are focused on your body, examining every curve, shape and dip. His large hands held your waist firmly in place, sliding the slowly over the curve of your hips.

“I’ll buy you a bigger closet,” the designer mumbled, reaching around you to cup the fat of your ass. He gave it a firm squeeze, chuckling as you let out a surprised yelp. You held his shoulders gently, sending him a playful scowl. “I’m taking measurements!” he quickly defended with a sly smirk on his lips.

You let out a light scoff at his words. You had caught onto his game long ago- you weren’t that oblivious after all. Despite this, you allowed Mitsuya to continue his “measuring”.

You watched him with flushed cheeks as he trained his hands over your waist and up to your breasts. Your breath hitched in your throat as he cupped the two mounds of flesh, his thumbs swiping across your already hard nipples. “Takashi…” you whispered, goosebumps spreading across your skin as he pinched the sensitive buds on your breasts.

His lavender eyes trail back up to your face, reviling in its flushed appearance. He keeps his eyes on your face as he gently grabs your thigh, guiding it so that your foot was placed just beside his hip. You looked away from him shyly as he delicately stroked the length of your leg. Once his hand reached your thigh once more, he leaned down slightly, placing a tender kiss to the inner thigh. “So wet baby?” he said, his voice deep and low as he stared at your already wet pussy on full display at the position he put you in. “Already? I’m just taking your measurements.”

Seishu needs you to use his first name when he’s fucking you. Sure he likes nicknames. (Please call him honey. He doesn’t know why but it just feels so domestic and makes him really happy in bed) But calling him “Seishu” really gets him going more than anything. He was so used to feeling like his best friend loved him because of his sister (Koko always just called him Inui) so calling him by his first name to name makes him feel seen and knows you love him for him.

“Hi Seishu,” you chuckle as soon as you feel your boyfriend wrap his arms around your waist from behind. He smelled like motor oil and gas and you could still feel the rough material of his uniform on your skin. “Long day?” you commented as you continued to chop the vegetables necessary for dinner. Seishu only responded by placing a kiss on the back of your neck. His arms tightened around you and his face nuzzled between your shoulder and neck. “Seishu?”

“Say it again?” he said softly, his voice slightly muffled by your skin.

“Hm?” You smiled softly as Seishu gently turned you to face him.

“Say it again,” he said, placing his hands on the counter behind you, trapping you between himself and the counter. His eyes were dark and he was inching ever closer.

“Seishu?” you repeated, pressing your forehead against his own. There was a teasing smile on your lips. “Long day honey?” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders as he pushed all of your freshly chopped vegetables to the side. He picked you up easily and placed you on top of the counter.

“I just missed you,” he said gently, holding your thighs. He leaned forward, pressing his lips along the skin of your jaw. “Missed your voice.”

Naoto does not have it in him to look at you when you suck his cock. It doesn’t matter if you’re offering to do it or he suggests it, he just can’t make himself look at you. Don’t get me wrong, his little breathy moans and grunts are enough praise for you and he knows that, but he just feels too embarrassed to look at you in such a lewd position.

Naoto held a firm hand over his mouth as he sat reclined in his chair within his office. His cheeks were flushed red and his eyes focused on the small window in the corner. Anything but you, kneeling under his desk, sucking his cock shamelessly.

"You really don't need to," he'd insisted, blushing when you suggest the act.

"But I know you've been busy and work has been stressful," you'd say with that sweet smile of yours he'd fallen in love with. Your soft hands ran over his clothed chest gently, almost encouraging him to say yes to your little offer. "And I know it helps you relax," you cooed in his ear softly. "Just for a few minutes, yeah?"

That's how you ended up here, on your knees, hands keeping Naoto's shaking legs open as you hollow your cheeks against his cock. You pressed the flat of your tongue against the underside of his length, feeling a wet patch developing in your panties as he let out a broken and muffled moan from behind his hands. You gazed up at him with half-lidded eyes as you massaged his balls with your right hand.

He never looked at you when you were on your knees for him. Not that you minded, it just gave you a better view of his heaving chest and bobbing adam's apple.

Naoto's free hand gripped the arm of his chair tightly, knuckles turning white as he bit down on the hand over his mouth. You always knew just what to do to make him lose that last bit reselence. You knew that he had missed you just as much as you missed him.

Most importantly you knew just how much he loved having you on his knees, even if he couldn't bare to look at you.

Ran likes to have you ride him after he's done with long meetings. It's become almost routine for the both of you. He's started to even text you before he comes home, letting you know how it went, but so you can prep yourself.

"L-long meeting, huh?" you say, eyes screwed shut as you sat on Ran's lap, his cock already buried deep inside you. He had his larger hands on the fat of your hips in a lazy grip.

"Just borin'," Ran stated simply, experimentally guiding you to grind against him. "Ready to move yet, doll?" You grunted softly, nodding your head in response before rolling your hips against his. You plant your hands on his chest firmly and start to slowly bounce on his cock.

"Wha-what happened?" you tried to push out, forcing your eyes open to look at him. He smirked at you knowingly, bouncing you on his length. He thought it was cute how invested in his business you were, even as you tried your rode his cock.

"Nothing you need to worry yourself about," he smirked, watching with pleasure as you tried to get yourself off, all while trying to hear about his day at the same time.

You frown at how easily he brushed off your question. You stopped your movement, keeping yourself planted on his lap. "Ran, I wanna hear about it, please?" You rocked your hips against him, forcing his cock deeper into you.

Ran chuckled softly, his smug smirk still gracing his lips. "I'll tell you about it later, yeah doll?" he said, gripping your hips and thrusting up into you, causing you to let out a surprised gasp. "Right now just focus on riding my cock."

Shinichiro has a fantasy of having you suck him off behind the counter of his shop. It's a fantasy he's far to embarrassed to ever bring up to you, but whenever he seems you waltz into the shop, wearing that pretty little sundress of yours, he can't help but let his mind wander...

Shinichiro's day always got a little better when he saw you walking through the door. That bright smile on your face never failed to make his heart jump out of his chest, no matter how many times he saw it illuminate his little shop. He grinned at you, wiping some oil from his face. His eyes scanned your figure, smile growing wider as he saw the little sundress you wore. It had a short flowing skirt that stopped around your knees and soft off the shoulder sleeves.

"Hey baby," he said, wiping his hands on a spare rag. You gleefully walked up to his front counter, leaning forward on it.

"Hi," you said happily, giving him a gentle peck on the lips. Shinichiro smiled like an idiot as you kissed him. You hopped onto the counter and swung your legs over to the other side, now sitting on top of it in front of him. "I thought we could go on a date during your lunch," you hummed, watching him with a smile as he cleaned up his latest project.

"Damn," Shinichiro swore, frowning to himself at your suggestion. He smiled quickly as he noticed a look of confusion crossing your features. "Sorry hun, I just had lunch," he said, smiling apologetically. He stood up and stood in front of you, placing his hands on your thighs softly.

"Oh," you said, a small frown crossing your features. Your frown made Shinichiro frown as well.

"You wanna just stick around though?" he suggested, playing with a loose string on the end of the skirt. "I could use a distraction. It's been a slow day anyway." You smiled softly at his words, nodding slightly.

You sat on the counter, watching as Shinichiro contiued to work on his bike. A bike for his little brother, you recalled him telling you a few weeks back. Every so often you noticed his eyes wandering to your seated figure, making you smile at him.

As you sat so pretty on his counter, Shinchiro couldn't help but let his mind wander to one of his favorite little fantasies. The image of you kneeling in front of him, just below his counter, hidden from the view of anyone except him appeared vividly in his mind. He could imagine the way your watery eyes would look at they looked up at him, mouth full of his cock. He'd talk with every customer, helping them in any way he could while still staying in place, letting you continue your work. He'd hope his customers wouldn't notice the way he gripped the counter in an iron grip, one hand sneakily below it, gripping your hair to keep you against him.

He kept his eyes focused on the bike in front of him, hoping it'd hide his obvious blush. But of course, he wasn't so lucky.

"What're you thinking about bubba's?" you said gently, tilting your head at your boyfriend as his cheeks flushed a deep red color.

"H-huh?" he said suddenly, seemingly snapped out of whatever trance he had been in. He looked up at you, slightly embarrassed at being caught in such a headspace. "Oh, just thinking..." he mumbled, going back to work on his bike.

"What about?" you asked, hopping off the counter and approaching the young man. You squatted behind him, pressing your cheek into his back. You wrapped your arms around his waist, nuzzling into his back. "Me?" you asked teasingly, noticing the ever growing tent in his pants.

"How'd you know?" he chuckled sheepishly, leaning his head back against your own. You giggled at his words and slight show of affection.

"Do I get to know what about?" you asked softly, placing your hands on his arms and rubbing up and down gently.

"Not yet baby," he hummed, reaching around to take your hand. He brought it to his lips and kissed your knuckles softly. "Not yet."

Chifuyu likes to kiss your neck. As simple as it may seem, he likes it. You've discovered it's his own little way of telling you he loves you and wants to be more intimate with you. You are also always able to tell what mood he's in, depending on how he kisses your neck and who he's willing to do it in front of.

"Hi 'Fuyu," you hum with a bright smile as Chifuyu entered your shared bedroom. His hair was a mess and there were bits of white fur still attached to his black t-shirt. He gave you a tired smile, lazily pulling off his messy shirt and tossing it in the hamper in the corner of the room. "Long day?" you guessed with a giggle as he plopped onto the foot of the small bed. Your hair was messy and makeup gone, wearing one of Chifuyu's cardigans over a bra and pair of his boxers. You always argued his clothes were far more comfortable than your own.

"Mhm," he sighed, crawling up the bed to finally land at your side. "A few teenagers brought in a whole box of kittens," he groaned, laying down on the bed next to you. "They were cute as hell- THE KITTENS NOT THE GIRLS!" You giggled as he shot up to look at you seriously. You nodded at him, showing you understood what he meant, watching as he collapsed next to you once more. "But they didn't want to be cared for by anyone. Damn things were shaking and cold but too scared to let any of us come near them, so that was a whole thing." You hummed in response to his words, shuffling so you could look at him as he spoke. "Then, like three of the dogs got loose because our newest employee forgot to lock the door to the playpen."

"Oh my god," you said, jaw dropping slightly as he recounted his stressful day. "I'm sorry baby, that sounds like a fucking rough day." You gently brushed some of his hair to the side.

"You have no idea," Chifuyu sighed, gently taking your hand in his own. He gently kissed the tips of your fingers, letting his eyes fluttered closed. "But now I'm home with you, so everything's better." You chuckled at his kind words, melting at how delicately he kissed your hand.

"Can I do anything to help you destress?" you asked softly, running your free hand over the skin of his chest and stomach. "I could make you a bath or we could read your favorite mangas?"

"I have something else in mind," Chifuyu said softly, leaning over and pressing a soft kiss to the space between your shoulder and neck. He gently brushed any loose strands of hair away from your neck before continuing to kiss the sensitive skin there. Your cheeks flushed at the action. "What do you say, Y/n? Lemme use you for a bit, yeah?"

You inhaled shakily as he began to place open mouth kisses along your neck, shuffling so his free hand landed on the other side of your body. "Y-yeah, use me "Fuyu."

I have more ideas buuuuuuuut I felt like this was a good length for this.

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multi-kpop-fanfics · 5 months

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I’m just thinking about tiger hoshi with his little bunny gf and how he would treat her. Soft and gentle or rough and pining her to the bed?

😘 kbye

wifey i love your brain so much

tw: tiger hybrid!soonyoung, bunny hybrid fem!reader, mentions of heat, mirror sex, rough sex, unprotected sex (pls stay safe), breeding kink, choking, manhandling, use of petnames, squirting, power dynamics, established relationship!AU - minors dni.

@horanghater @the-boy-meets-evil @wooahaeproductions

There are lots of things Soonyoung takes pride in - one of them being his extraordinary sense of smell. Then again, he's a tiger hybrid, so it's expected for him to have one.

But that doesn't make it any less fun for him to spot you just from the sweet smell of your pussy during your heat.

As soon as you walk out of the shower to alleviate your raging hormones, your boyfriend is standing right in front of the door, catching you off guard.

"Fuck - Soonyoung, it's not that hard to knock on a door!" You clutch your bathrobe with your hands.

"Aww, did I scare my pretty little bunny?" He pouts his lips in fake pity, his striped tail swishing back and forth.

"Well yeah! I was peacefully taking a shower and you just appeared in front of me without proper warning!"

Soonyoung pins you back on the wall of the bathroom, his face mere centimeters away from yours.

"Tigers don't alert their prey before striking, bunny."

"S-Stop it with the tiger quotes." You stutter, pussy producing more slick.

"Nah, I don't think I will." He purrs against your neck and his hands untie your bathrobe, letting it drop on the tiled floor.

He runs the tip of his nose over your pulse. "You smell fucking delicious. And it's not just your skin, bunny."

"Soonie, can you fuck me?" You plead him, hand rubbing his nape.

"Can I fuck you in front of the mirror?"

"God, yes."

You walk over to the foggy mirror and swipe it clean with your hand, bending down to present your holes to your boyfriend, a soft growl echoing in the small room.

He glues his body on your back, wrapping one hand around your neck and the other lifting one of your legs up to the sink, giving him enough space to admire your wet hole before slamming his cock inside you.

He enters you with one swift thrust and sets a very unforgiving pace, a mix of feral noises and moans coming out of his mouth.

"I love your pretty bunnycunt so much, it's always so wet and warm for me in your heats." He ruts his hips, slapping your ass as the grip on your throat starts tightening. You can feel yourself getting lightheaded, but just enough to have your senses intact and watch yourself becoming a mess for Soonyoung.

"Look how beautiful - Wish I could make you see how wet and messy your pussy has made my cock," his tongue laps up the skin of your nape, "Makes me want to breed it so bad."

"Please breed me, Soonie, my pussy needs your cubs, baby." You whine and bounce your ass back on his dick, wagging your fluffy tail excitedly.

He changes the angle of his hips just enough to hit the spongey spot in your cunt and you scream in bliss as you squirt all over your legs and the floor, skin covered with your clear fluids.

"That's my little messy bunny bitch." He breathes in your ear as he cums, not halting his thrusts even during his orgasm. Droplets of semen mix in with the remnants of your own orgasm, soiling your legs again.

Once his thrusts slow down, your breaths have already fogged up the mirror again and Soonyoung relaxes the grip on your neck. He takes his cock away and whistles when his eyes fall on the mess of your lower half.

"Fuck, I have to shower again." You pant, running your hand over your folds.

"We can always shower together." He back hugs you, tail wrapping around your legs.

"You're just looking for an excuse to fuck me again!"

"Are you saying you don't want me to?" He raises his eyebrow.

"Soonie, I am a bunny hybrid and I'm in heat." You protest and push your ass back on his half hard dick.

"That's what I thought too, pretty bunny."

#svthub #hoshi smut #soonyoung smut #svt hoshi #kwon soonyoung #svt smut #seventeen smut #seventeen #answered✨#chogiwapadada #devil wifey mars #tw hybrid

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chimivx · 3 months

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champagne confetti.

pairing: Idol!Yoongi x Female!Reader (ot7 minus two) (vegas addition)

summary: Jungkooks secret listening party is full of surprises.

word count: 7400

warnings: 18+, adults doing adults things and talking about adult things, no explicit sexual content, drinking, mentions of miscarriage/pregnancy talk, IF I MISSED ANYTHING PLEASE LET ME KNOW!!

a/n: I was supposed to post this in the beginning of January. Apologies for the delay, been goin thru some things. Love you all. xo. This feels like an ending... But, I dunno... It also feels incomplete...

~ october 11th, 2023 ~

It took three rings for her to answer the phone.

Leaning over the bathroom counter, iPhone propped up against the mirror, your lips were pressed together firmly, an unreadable expression as Sunny’s bright smile popped up on the screen and fell within milliseconds, her pink glossy lips frowning. Behind her, palm trees and sunshine, a backdrop she’s become accustomed to, one she belongs in front of.

“What’s wrong?” she asked, squinting. Voices chattered in the background, a prominent one belonging to none other than Khloe Kardashian herself.

Taking a deep breath, you asked, “You’re filming?”

“No, having dinner with the girls,” she spoke fast, her eyes locked on you. “What’s going on? You okay? Dae okay? I can fly back.”

A small smile broke onto your lips. Nerves jittered in your veins, your heart beating a little faster than it should be. “We’re okay, just finished breakfast. She’s running around my room right now, she’s obsessed with Kook’s dirty ass song. We’ve had to listen to it everyday. Everyday, Sun. I hate it.”

“The Jack Harlow one?” she asked, and your grimace answered for you, making her cackle.

“First Seven, now this,” you said, teeth clenched. “What happened to sweet baby Jungkook?”

Sunny’s laugh sounded through your phone once more, triggering the pitter patter of little footsteps to come barreling into the bathroom door. “Honey, you’re funny, you know who changed that man.”

Your smile grew, shaking your head because you knew damn well who changed that man. Glancing to your right down at the floor, a two year old in pastel yellow footed pajamas was watching you, holding onto the doorframe with her little hands. There were messy pigtails in her hair, black as night, the skinny rubber bands slipping out after a good night's sleep. Eyes wide, the ghost of a smile on her face, she knew who you were talking to.

“Hi,” you said to her, and she giggled, her cheeks squishing her eyes like her fathers would.

“Dae?!” Sunny called, lurching forward in her seat. She excused herself from the table and hurried into whoever’s house she was at, walking into a hallway grander than your own. Your daughter’s lips parted, curiosity written all over the face she stole from your husband.

“Who is it?” you asked, keeping your eyes on the toddler as she walked toward you, wrapping her arms around one of your legs.

“Where’s my girl?” Sunny’s tone was eager, all she could see was the top of your head. Crouching down to pick Dae up, you propped her on your hip and grinned as Sunny gasped. “Hello, beautiful!”

Dae smiled, looking down at the phone, then looked at you, putting a finger between her little teeth.

“Say hi to Sunny,” you nodded, brushing leftover crumbs from breakfast off of her pajamas. “Tell her you haven’t brushed your hair yet today.” Another dramatic gasp came out of the phone, catching Dae’s attention.

“Baby, you tell your mother I blame her for that.” Sunny clicked her tongue. “You can’t even reach your hairbrush, it is not your fault.” She squinted at the screen. “She had those rubber bands yesterday, Honey, get them out!”

Dae was laughing, Sunny’s silly tone making her giggle in your arms, subsequently making you giggle along with her. “Dae,” you said softly after a breath, your daughter pointing her gaze at you. “Tell Sunny we’ve been really busy.” Your Californiacated best friend froze, her sculpted eyebrows furrowing a bit.

“Busy,” Dae said, copying you, her listening ears on full alert. Her little voice soft, smooth, the words broken as she tried to pronounce everything correctly.

“I’ve been gone for two weeks,” Sunny deadpanned. “How busy can you be?”

A laugh escaped you, Dae smiling back at you.

“Hey,” Sunny whined, “I’m over here, girl party, I want in on the secret,” she glanced around the room she was in, “I’m alone, promise.”

Your girl threw her arms around your shoulders, burying her head into your chest. Taking a look at Sunny, you laughed again at how smushed she looked on the screen, like she was trying to push her way through. Tapping your daughters back a few times where you held her, she perked up, still wearing a smile.

“Do you want to show Sunny?” you sighed, the nerves spiraling out of control.

“Show Sunny,” Dae said, drumming her hands on your shoulder.

“Show me what?!” Sunny cried from the phone.

A sudden deep breath shot through you. Dae, studying your form, placed a hand on your cheek, getting you to look over at her. You’ve seen the sparkle in her eyes elsewhere, in someone you’ve been without for a few weeks now. Someone you both had to say goodbye to, a day you wished to never have to relive.

She was half his, Dae was. Half Yoongi. A part of him you could still hold onto during these long months he’d be gone. It was never certain when you’d get to see him again throughout his service, but you held onto to hope that it was sometime soon. Especially now.

“I love you,” you whispered to your baby.

Dae, without missing a beat, whispered, “I love you.”

~ november 4th 2023 ~

Music played throughout the room soft enough to still be able to hear the person next to you speaking, yet loud enough to keep conversations private. Dressed in all black, flowing pants and a long sleeved bodysuit, you walked throughout the room with your chin held high, eyes searching the place for a familiar face. You’d come with Sunny, but she was stolen away from you the second you stepped in the door.

The night was alive, this venue buzzing with excitement and happy vibes as people who were both close friends or acquaintances of Jungkook came together to celebrate his brand new album, Golden. After listening to him, and watching him work on this project for ages, it meant so much to be able to be a part of this night. He was the last one to put out any solo music, meaning this was a celebration for the end of an era, and you were not ready for the start of the next one.

The one where you’d have to do life without any one of the seven boys around.

Greeting a few familiar faces, and a few new ones who just started to pay attention to you this year because of what went down in February, you moved throughout the room with a sprinkle of attention on you. During Yoongi’s tour that you were very much involved with, your daughter included, your entrance into the media world exploded. After February and the announcement, of course word of his family spread like wildfire, but the tour brought it all to life.

Now that he was gone the people who spoke to you tonight gave you the sympathetic half smile and nod, asking you how you and Dae were holding up without him. To each and everyone of them, you’d grin and shrug, letting them know this was no different than him being on tour, or him going away for work. Time spent a part was the story of your life. Especially after the last three years with your daughter.

Though, you weren’t going to lie, this go around the time a part was rough. You aren’t able to call him whenever you please, nor was he able to jump on a plane, or get in a car and come home to you whenever he felt like he needed just twenty minutes of your time. He truly was absent, and it sucked. Your two year old didn’t understand it, though she was used to her father being away. That much she got, but when it came down to not being able to see him through a phone screen as often as she pleased, she became a pouty mess.

Within the last month Dae has definitely become more clingy than you’d have wanted, but you knew that was just because she was having some big feelings that she didn’t understand yet. Both you and Yoongi prayed that this wouldn’t have a large impact on her and her development as she got older, her father being gone for such a chunk of time in her early years of life. You made it a point to talk about him every single day, play his videos, play voicemails he left you in preparation for this, listen to his music, and show her pictures of them together.

It wasn’t a worry she’d forget about him, it was a worry that she’d forget how he loved her.

The two of you had just watched a video of him talking to her before you left the house to come to the party, the clip leaving you in tears. He was in his office sitting in the leather chair at his desk, his hair messy over his forehead and his eyes tired. The weeks before he left were brutal for you both. He spoke to her with intention, repeating on and on how much he loved her, and how much he missed her, that he was proud of her and that she would see him very soon.

He tried his hardest to not shed a tear, but it happened anyway, and in true Yoongi fashion he laughed it off. After speaking to Dae he turned his words to you, knowing you’d be watching with her. He didn’t do this every time, he left other things just for you, so it was a complete surprise. As expected, your husband declaring his love for you, in front of your daughter, left you in tears.

But, the story of your life, right?

Smoothing your hands over your middle, smiling at a group of girls walking past you who had bowed their heads, you approached the bar, finding exactly who you were looking for. The boy dressed in all white towered over you, the view of his back from behind unbelievable. He stood next to Namjoon who was just as tall as him, but not nearly as wide. The maknae passed him a while ago.

Pushing between both of them, just below their shoulders, a smile pulled at your lips as they stepped away from you, then gasped once they realized it was you.

“Honey!” Namjoon cheered, slinging an arm around your back to give you a hug. Throwing both of your arms around his broad shoulders, you pulled him close and squeezed him, standing on your tiptoes.

“Hi,” you said quietly, pecking a quick kiss to his cheek. “Missed you guys,” you sighed, turning to Jungkook who waited patiently for his hug. “You’re all too busy now.” You barely had your arms around him before Jungkook was lifting you off the floor, burying his face in the crook of your neck. “Kook!” you giggled. “Put me down, I’m fragile!”

“Fragile,” he laughed, following directions, making sure you were balanced in your black boots before he let go of you. “I’m so glad you’re here,” he smiled at you, one that was all too big.

“Me too,” you returned the smile and snatched his hand, giving it a squeeze.

“How’s the baby?” Namjoon asked, leaning against the bar with an elbow. Whirling around, you shot him a wide eyed look. “Dae?” His smile relieved almost every nerve that sparked in your heart.

“Dae,” you breathed. “She’s amazing.” The boys smiled, always happy to hear you speak of your daughter. “She’s… doing her best right now. We both are. She misses him.”

Namjoon pursed his lips and gave you the sympathetic nod so many other people have already given you. “Understandable,” he said. “It’s tough.”

“It is,” you shrugged. “But, we knew it was coming, so I’m… somewhat alright. It’s just hard to try to explain it to a two year old.”

A bartender sped by the back of the bar to refill glasses with Golden etched on them, placing down new ones for those who had just shown up, you included. Champagne bubbled in the glass that you were definitely heading home with. Jungkook grabbed two, holding one out for you to take.

“We’re not sad today,” he grinned. Glancing at the glass, you gulped and looked up at him.

“I’m not gonna drink, Kook,” you said quietly. Namjoon, already downing half his glass, perked a brow.

Jungkook nodded and turned toward the bar to place the glass down, but then froze, facing you without doing so. “Wait, hang on,” he said. “Where’s she at?” His eyes narrowed.

“Sunny?” you questioned. “Somewhere around here, I think-”

“No,” he cut you off, grilling you with his gaze. “Dae.”

A nervous laugh escaped you. “Kook, she’s not here.”

“Liar, where is she?” He did a once over of the room, his hardened gaze falling upon you again.

Rolling your eyes, you sighed, placing a hand on your hip. “She’s at home, probably begging Branson to play that god awful song you made about ejaculating on someone's face.” Behind you Namjoon lost his mind, nearly spitting out his drink. You shot him a look over your shoulder. “You’re not off the hook Mr. Smoke Sprite.”

Jungkook would have laughed if his jaw hadn’t fallen open in shock, a big ol’ smile behind it all. “She doesn’t like that song.” His whisper was laced with disappointment, eyebrows twisting into a knot in the center of his forehead.

Thinning out your lips, you nodded. “Loves it, Jungkook. She loves it.”

“Oh no,” he groaned, rolling his head back, taking a gulp of champagne. “Don’t let her listen to it, not my girl.”

“Now, whenever you feel like making a song like that ever again, you think about her,” you started to smile, knowing your words would make an impact. “You want someone to treat her like that when she’s all grown up?”

He scrunched his nose and pouted at you. “No,” he mumbled.

“Exactly,” you nodded once and took the champagne glass from him, taking a sip before stopping dead in your tracks. Processing your situation, Namjoon and Jungkook sandwiching you at the crowded bar, there really was no way for you to be sneaky about this. With the glass in your hand, you sideyed them both, a mouthful of champagne marinating on your tongue. Closing your eyes, you took a breath and accepted your fate, a stream of champagne falling from your lips back into the glass in your hands.

“I knew it,” Namjoon muttered. You could hear the smugness written all over his face. You gave him the quickest look without giving anything away, and turned to Jungkook whose face was screwed up, completely confused.

“Just drink it, Hon,” he laughed. “Dae’s home, you’re here to be you, you don’t have to worry about…” Voice trailing off, he paused and eyed you curiously. Then it all seemed to click at once. “Are you lying?” Testing the waters, he held in his jitters, but you could see it all building up beneath the surface. “You’re ly- Shit, no you wouldn’t do that… You’re… Honey, you swear?”

Taking a long deep breath, you placed your glass on the bar and shrugged your shoulders. He exhaled heavily, a single laugh coming out with it. He held his arms out at his sides, putting his own glass down, trying to gauge how you were feeling by your body language. Namjoons eyes flickered between the two of you, allowing you your moment before he stepped in.

“It’s, like… brand new. Really brand new,” you said, raising your eyebrows. “Sunny knows, but that’s it. I’m not trying to… get anyones hopes up.” Speaking carefully, like you were warning them, Namjoon was the only one to nod in respect for what you had said. Jungkook understood of course, but his heart always got the best of him first. “I found out three weeks ago, I’m barely two months in.”

“Holy shit,” Jungkook whispered, pulling you into his arms. He shared a look with Namjoon, one you thankfully couldn’t see, a slightly worried one. Laying your head on his chest, the chains he wore cold against your cheek, you closed your eyes and let his hands on your back soothe some of the anxiety you’d been feeling since you saw the two little lines in your bathroom back in October. “I’m so happy for you, Honey.”

“Thanks, Kookie,” you said, painting a smile on your lips. “I haven’t been able to say the words yet,” you admitted, pulling back from him. Hugging Namjoon who congratulated you quietly, you couldn’t help but laugh. “Thirty years old and I can’t say the words.”

“That’s okay,” Namjoon said, embodying the word empathy.

Letting his calm, peaceful aura bleed into yours, you bobbed your head. “It is okay,” you repeated, not allowing you to gaslight yourself. Averting your gaze to the bar you shrugged your shoulders once more. “I just hope I have the courage to say them to him.” The boys were quiet, focused on you, listening intently. “It’s a shitty time for this to happen, I think, but not in the sense that… Well, you know what I mean?”

“Course,” Jungkook said, brows pointed.

“It’s just with Dae already having a hard time, Yoongi having a hard time, me, myself having a hard time,” you paused to collect your thoughts, squinting down at the wood. “What we just went through not even a year ago? I am just freaked the absolute fuck out that I’m going to go through it alone this time.”

“You can’t do that to yourself,” Namjoon spoke with ease. “Don’t add any more stress onto this. Timing may not be ideal, but it never was for you guys. If anything… this is right on point.”

“Shit, Joon.” The words tumbled from your lips in an exasperated burst. Throwing your arms back around him, you held him tight. All it took were two simple sentences to almost flip your mentality completely. “Thank you. Thank you so much.”

“I was totally thinking the same thing, by the way,” Jungkook said, making you smile. Turning toward him, he had his arms open waiting for you to jump back into them. Falling right into the trap, you pulled him close and kissed him on the cheek.

“I love you guys,” you said, grabbing both of them by the arm, giving them a small shake. “Keep it a secret, yeah? No telling boyfriends.” You narrowed your eyes and pointed at them playfully.

Namjoon lowered his head with a chuckle and raised his glass in promise. Jungkook rolled his eyes and took a large gulp from his glass. “What boyfriend?”

“Oh, come on,” you sang, tilting your head to the side. Jungkook settled his gaze on the party, eyes scanning the room with, you now notice, anticipation. “Kookie, don't do that to yourself.”

After another swig of his drink he twisted around to face the bar and smirked. “Promise I’m not a masochist… Even though he’s already got a song.”

“Hon-naaay!” Jimin’s high pitched, full of energy, singsongy voice flooded the air. Jungkook shot you a look over his shoulder as you pouted your lips at the same time.

Shooting your best smile at a now blonde Jimin you opened your arms, ready for him to fall into them dramatically as he would, but he stopped short. His own smile faded on his lips, to something soft while he looked you over, and it was like you could see the gears turning in his head. He held a glass of champagne in a Golden glass in one hand and the other found sanctuary on his hip.

“Hi, pretty,” you said in a voice you would use while talking to Dae. Jimin didn’t crack, he was honed in on you. Dropping your arms, letting them fold over your chest, you tilted your head to the side in question, though you weren’t sure you wanted, or were ready, for him to respond.

In touch with his femininity a thousand times more than the others, the way his eyes scanned over you flipped your stomach. Jimin, like a woman, moved through his day to day like he was in touch with the moon, being guided through life by the space being without even knowing so. He made it through his days subconsciously following the twenty-eight day cycle a woman's subconsciousness was wired to.

He figured you out with one look.

Taking you in his arms tight, his head laying on top of yours, he sucked in a breath and released it with his words. “Hi, pretty.” Leaning back a bit, your lips parted to say something, but Jimin took a finger to your jaw to shut it. Then, he tapped your closed lips once and shook his head gently. He didn’t need the words.

“Taehyung not attached to you?” Namjoon asked, sipping his glass with composure, his curious eyes flickering over to Jungkook a couple times.

Jimin pulled away from you and shrugged. “He was, he probably found something better.”

You weren’t positive, but you’re certain Jungkook mumbled, “Impossible,” under his breath.

“Sunny came with me,” you spoke up quickly to muffle anything else that would come out of the boy's mouth whether or not he had intentions of anyone hearing him. “He might be with her.”

Jimin’s eyes narrowed. “Mmm,” he hummed, shaking his head. “Don’t think so, she was hanging around Mingyu last time I passed her.” The name spewed confidently from his mouth, a subtle look of shock something you all shared, even Jungkook.

“Tell her she won’t have any luck,” Jungkook grumbled, having not turned away from the bar once. He hasn’t looked at Jimin since he arrived over here.

Swatting your hand at his shoulder with disappointment, Jimin gave him a somber look, the empath in him you knew was hurting too. Namjoon watched the scene ensue peacefully, waiting patiently for his moment to step in, if needed. They haven’t been a proper group for months, but that didn’t mean those dynamics were erased.

“Sunny is dating somebody, Kookie,” you said. “You know that. She wouldn’t ever hurt him.”

“Jin,” Jungkook said, finally turning around. “We can say his name. Jin. They may hate talking about it, but we can. Besides, he’s been away for so long now, bet she misses him. Not surprised she’d go for the biggest guy in the room.”

“Jungkook,” Namjoon chimed in, his glare one you never wanted to be on the receiving end of. The rest of the youngests second glass, that you’ve been around for, went down easy.

“I’m just saying,” he laughed to himself.

Both you and Jimin watched him in shock. Words like that, implying what he was implying, have never come out of Jungkook, nor has he ever thought them up before. The implication that Sunny would be untrue to Jin, that one’s partner being away for an extended period of time meant that everyone acquired, or wanted to act upon these thoughts.

“What does that say about me?” you asked, looking up at him, remembering the days of when he was a mere few inches taller than you.

“What are you talking about?” he shrugged sloppily. You could feel Jimin’s gaze watching you.

“I’ve spent more time away from Yoongi our entire relationship than Sunny has from Jin in the last year or so,” you said. “And I’m about to do it for another two-ish years.” Jungkook was silent. “In fact, until Jin comes back next summer, I’ll be without all of you. So, pick someone for me, Jungkook.” The boy didn’t move. “If we’re comparing sizes, who’ve you got?” A quick glance at Jimin. “Taemin?” A quick glance at Jungkook. “Jay?”

“From Enhypen?” Namjoon chimed in again. Cringing, you looked at him for a second.

“He’s a baby, nevermind,” you muttered.

“He’s also like, six feet tall,” Namjoon chuckled.

“Oh, I know,” you tapped Jungkook’s white jacket, “Your Seventeen boy can hook me up, it’s Jeonghan right? Always has longer hair? Think he’ll be into me?” Jimin held in a laugh, turning to keep it hidden. Jungkook sighed. “I’m married, I got one kid and another on the way, let’s see how well he plays daddy, huh?”

“Okay, I get it,” Jungkook breathed.

“Jeonghan’s got that broodiness about him, right Joon?” Glancing over your shoulder, the eldest in the vicinity nodded without entertaining you with a smile. “He’ll fulfill the stereotype, it’s perfect! Dae might not even notice it’s-“

“Okay!” Jungkook turned up the volume, a couple party goers looking his way as they passed by. “I’m sorry! Jesus Christ, Honey.”

Pressing your lips together you smoothed a hand over his shoulder and gave it a squeeze, leaning in toward him. “I get you’re hurting,” you said just for him to hear. “But you keep bleeding onto everybody else, and that’s not fair. I love you, but saying stuff like that will only hurt others. Imagine if Jin heard that. He’s been in love almost as long as you, Kookie.”

The way he looked at you put a knife through your heart. “How do I fix it?”

“A lot has changed in the last year and a half. Really fast, too.” Wrapping your arm around his, you held him close. “We’re all adjusting in our own way, it’s a really weird place to be in. I mean… I have to go home with Jeonghan now.” He cracked a laugh, thankfully.

“You guys would pair up nicely.”

“Kookie, hush,” you laughed, shaking his arm. “You’re both about to go through a bigger change, together. Even if you can’t be… together, at least you can be together.” You squinted, hoping any of that made sense to the twenty-six year old.

He started to nod, easing some of the tension settling within your chest. “I get it.” He looked at Jimin briefly, who had taken a spot beside Namjoon, the two whispering about who knows what, and you wonder if it’s related to what you’re talking about now. “I’ll be with him most of the time too, until we get to Hobi, so…”

Your eyes widened as his did. “Hobi,” you both groaned together, falling into giggles shortly after.

“You’re really gonna need each other if you have to deal with him,” you said. “He’s a drill sergeant in rehearsals, good luck with him in the military!” Jungkook squeezed his eyes shut, throwing his head with a laugh. “I only wish you guys would get to see more of Yoongi,” you said after a breath.

Jungkook met your eyes, then his gaze traveled to the party behind you, a small smile pricking on his lips. “We’ll still get to see him, Honey.”

Toying with a zipper on his jacket you shrugged and took a deep breath. “I know, but I mean… I wish he got to be with you guys the whole time. He was worried about…” Looking up at him you paused, pressed your lips together with a smile, then shook your head. “Nevermind.”

Jungkook didn’t push on the matter, instead he bobbed his head in understanding and then ushered you to turn around in his arms. “Surprise.”

If your heart had the possibility to burst into flames, it would’ve. Swelling within your chest, your heart rate skyrocketing beyond belief, you didn’t even have the means to gasp in utter shock. Frozen where you stood, Jungkook's hands slipping off your shoulders, the three falling into quiet giggles, you couldn’t process any of it.

Dressed in all black, down to the thick knitted beanie on top of his head and the sneakers on his feet, Yoongi, with Taehyung's arm linked in his, had the tiniest smile on his lips as he came toward you.

“I come bearing gifts!” Taehyung cheered, giving Yoongi a small push closer to you.

Words escaped you, your mind unable to string any letters together to say something to him. Instead, you tipped your head backward and burst into tears.

A laugh slipped past his lips. He knew that was coming. Following your lead, he waited for you, and when you opened your arms he fell right in, scooping you off the floor, burying his face in your neck.

“Hey! Careful, she’s frag-…” Jungkook’s voice tapered off quickly, his focus landing elsewhere, his lips pursed nonchalantly.

His words barely registered with either of you. There was very little anyone could say or do in this moment that would take away from the man you held in your arms.

Back on your feet you wasted little time, wrapped your arms around his neck, pulling him close into a kiss, one long and entirely overdue.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” you whispered, pressing your forehead to his.

Yoongi’s gaze ate away at your face, his eyes studying you completely. “I wanted a drink,” he shrugged, and you smacked his chest with your hands, a smile corrupting you. He smirked. “Came to see my girl,” he cooed, pressing a kiss to your lips. “Don’t tell Jungkook.”

“He knows,” the youngest said from behind you. Yoongi laughed, and your heart was squeezed between your lungs, the beautiful sound warming your skin.

You couldn’t tear your eyes away from him, you couldn’t believe that he was standing here in front of you, holding you, kissing you, smiling at you. It’d been a month and twelve days since you last saw him, since he held your daughter, and that thought fueled the tears that fell.

A month and twelve days has happened before, unfortunately a couple more days longer than this, but it made that reunion all the more sweeter. Of course that was before Dae, before marriage, so it didn’t cut as deep, but it was still hard. Holding onto him now, knowing your daughter was snug at home in the house you built together, unsure if whether or not he was able to come see her, you felt the need to squeeze him tighter, like your grip around him would keep him stuck here forever, and they’d never be able to take him again.

Wiping the tears off of your cheeks with his thumbs, he kissed the tip of your nose and tried to twist you in his arms so you could both face your friends, but you wouldn’t budge. Laying your head on his chest as he tried to move, you heard him huff a laugh toward you trying to occupy the same space as him.

Your subconscious was screaming at you. The inner workings of your natural biology, your primal instincts if you will, were firing off like crazy, keeping you latched onto him. You needed him. And not in the way one would assume.

You needed his attention. You needed his care. You needed his protection, his energy, his love, his support.

Most reunions looked something like this, you and Yoongi unable to take your hands off one another, but this one was different. You were clingy, nearly shutting off your brain entirely because he was in the room and you didn’t need to do any of the thinking. The party became a distant noise to you, something you weren’t even worried about anymore, same for your friends behind you.

You felt Yoongi looking down at you, and when you tipped your chin up to meet his knowing gaze, the way you bat your eyelashes had him whisking you away to someplace quiet, a different room vacant of all people. He found a couch in the dimly lit room, a sitting area formed in front of a smaller, empty bar. Sitting you beside him, he smiled as you tried to crawl into his lap.

“Hi,” he whispered in the quiet, brushing his fingers over your cheek. Your arms found their way around his neck again.

Your gaze danced about his face, taking in every inch, every little imperfection, memorizing more so than you already have. “Hi,” you whispered back. The two of you watched one another for a minute, the music from the main party room thumping against the walls, laughter and happy chatter ringing just below it. “I missed you.”

“I missed you too,” he said without missing a beat. “Dae’s not here, right?”

Gulping, you nodded. “She’s at home,” you mumbled. “Can you come see her?”

Yoongi flattened his lips. “I dunno.”

Your grip around him tightened. “S’okay,” you tried to smile. “She asks for you everyday.” Tears welled in his eyes, ones he blinked away. “When we’re not listening to 3D she asks for your songs.”

“3D,” Yoongi groaned, rolling his head back against your arms. “Still?”

“Still,” you deadpanned, and once he caught a look at you, you both broke into a laugh. “I gave him a talk, don’t worry.”

Yoongi sighed, shaking his head. “Nothing gets through his head now, Park scrambled it all up.”

“Yeah,” you agreed. “They’ll be okay, though. I hope.”

Yoongi’s nod was solemn before he drug a finger beneath your jaw. “How ‘bout you? You okay?” The bad electricity sparkled in your veins, enough of a twinge to make you shift on his lap.

“I’m okay,” you said without an ounce of confidence. His smile was slick, his fingers dragging down the side of your neck now.

“Why you gonna lie?”

“I’m not,” your half shrug didn’t convince him.

Narrowing his eyes, his gaze somehow softened at the same time. “Honey,” he crooned, his voice like velvet. “Talk to me.”

“I’m…” You were hesitant, cutting yourself short right when the words were about to tumble out of you full force. He waited patiently. Swallowing the lump that lodged in your throat, hoping to ease the nausea that started to fester within you, you nodded, small, and whispered, “I’m pregnant.”

His expression didn’t change, didn’t falter, didn’t exhibit any signs of any other emotion other than patience. He only managed to whisper, “Yes you are.”

Your brows plummeted. “Who opened their mouth?”

Yoongi massaged the back of your neck with his fingers, sighing. “No one, Honey, it’s just…” he glanced between you, gesturing to how close you were to him. “You only get like this when you’re carrying one of my kids.”

Blinking, you purse your lips. “Do not.”

He laughed, bobbing his head. “Do to, it’s happened twice before.”

The words turned your skin to ice, Yoongi taking note of the utter fear that washed over you. Sliding his hand over the back of your head, he laid you on his shoulder, pressing his cheek to your forehead, taking a long deep breath. For a few minutes you both relished in the quiet, admiring the party from afar, the touch of one another enough to clearly communicate what you were both feeling.

Nobody knew what had happened in detail aside from Sunny and the boys. Branson knew bits and pieces, he was around for that week, helping to take care of Dae and the house if nobody else was able to. Not one of them talked about it. Even if you were to bring it up somehow, they didn’t linger on the topic long. It was for you and Yoongi to discuss, to share, to have. He was your son, you were the only two to ever know him.

“You don’t wanna know what I’ve thought about already,” you said. Yoongi gave your head a gentle scratch.

“Probably the same things I’m thinking right now,” he whispered. Looking up at him, his face still radiated patience, a calmness that radiated to you, though you could see the worries spinning inside his head. Curious about it all, you know you might not need to hear it. The one thought that gutted you both… He wouldn’t be here this time. “Mother fucker,” he mumbled, shifting his focus to you.

“Let me hear it,” you said.

“No, it’s just…” He collected his thoughts for a second, a laugh escaping him. “How is it this possible that we’ve got such… exquisite timing?!” He started to make you laugh. “You’d think by thirty we’d have it figured out, right? What’s wrong with us, babe!” Giggles galore. “At twenty-seven, the proposal planned, did it happen? Nope! Global pandemic and major surgery. Twenty-eight, my third album almost done, your projects lined up waiting for you, did they happen? Nope! We had a baby instead. Twenty-nine… You somehow say yes to marrying me. I think, finally, we’ll plan the wedding of your dreams. Did it happen?”

“Yes,” you chimed in, watching him in awe. He shot you a small smile with a wink.

“Thanks for that,” he breathed. “But, then the hiatus came, and the lawyers for the restraining order, and Dae turned one, and you were pregnant again, and I knew the announcement was coming after the Busan show, and…”

“And then we got married,” you said, sitting up to hold his face between your hands, delicately dancing your thumbs over his cheeks. “Saturday, November fifth. The most perfect day that happened a year ago, tomorrow.” He smiled, his cheeks squishing in your grip. “The trees were yellow, and orange, and bright and beautiful. The breeze held off until we finally kissed, making sure our guests were warmed by the sun before Autumn made an appearance.”

“Dae pulled the bow out of her hair during our vows,” he said, and you both laughed.

“She is her mothers daughter,” you raised your eyebrows with pride. “I warned Sunny, I really did.” His smile settled, eyes gleaming with a sappiness that tugged at your tears. “It was the most wonderful day, D. Everyone was there, even your little boy.” A sudden breath shot through you. “Then, yanno, Jin left, and we had a month or so to pull ourselves together before I was thrown to the wolves.”

“It wasn’t enough time,” he muttered, and you nodded.

“I agree,” you whispered. “But, we made it. And after Hobi left we went on tour, and fuck, D, talk about the most amazing three months.”

“That really was the best,” he grinned. “Having you both there with me, jeez.” A happy roll of his eyes made you smile back at him.

“Dae had more fun than either of us,” you scoffed.

“She sure did,” Yoongi said. “Remember the show Hope and Jin came to?”

“Of course I do,” you said. “That was the last one.”

“Yeah,” he breathed, a longing look spreading to his eyes. Questioning him with a small sound, he smirked. “It’s just… that show, that night… I thought, this is it. Thirty years of my life and I’ve got everything I’ve always dreamed of, everything I’ve always wanted, everything I could possibly need. You, Dae, the boys, Army… You.”

The tears were falling now, you could feel them.

“After everything we’ve been through, all that life has thrown at us- no, catapulted at us,” you both shared a laugh, “Onstage, I couldn’t help but realize, and recognize… Holy shit, we made it.” He wiped your tears, kissing your cheek. “And, I don’t give a fuck, Honey, we’ll make it again. And again. And again, goddammit. Unbelievably bad, shitty, fucked up timing is who we are. Since the start. July sixteenth, twenty fifteen.”

“A New York curb,” you whispered.

Yoongi beamed. “A dangerous New York curb,” he snickered. “Making people fall in love and shit?” A laugh came out of you within a breath, only Yoongi able to make you laugh and cry at the same time.

“Namjoon said something earlier,” you sniffled, taking his hands within your own. “Like what you just said, how the timing isn’t ideal, but that’s who we are. That this is right on point.”

Yoongi let your words sink in, let his leader's words sink in, comforting him the same way they did you. “He’s right. He’s always right.”

“Unfortunately,” you joked and he cackled. “The only thing that’s keeping me from going totally insane is knowing that by June Jin will be here. Regardless of what schedules he’ll be involved with, if any, he’ll be here. Accessible.”

“That makes me feel better, too,” he sighed, then licked his lips. “How… How far are you? Do you know? When did you find out?” The questions tumbled out of him at lightning speed, each answer you had for him getting lost between each one.

After a giggle, you said, “October eleventh, I found out. Dae was dancing around our room, she left me to do it all alone, the stinker. 3D is more important to her, I guess.” Yoongi scoffed. “I wasn’t feeling so good, thought it was just leftover nerves after you leaving, thought I was late for the same reasons, but when I checked I was really late, so I took the test just to be safe. There were no hopes up or anything, no nerves because I really didn’t think it’d be positive…”

Yoongi listened with intent. “Didn’t think it would be, or didn’t want it to be?” He asked you genuinely, no discomfort wrapped around the question at all.

“I kept thinking… if this is positive, then what the actual hell am I going to do?” He nodded, his hands holding you carefully. “We didn’t say what we’d do, because we didn’t think this would happen. D, we need to start putting together plans ‘cause at this point I’m starting to think you could sneeze on me and I’d get pregnant, and if timing isn’t our thing then we need to be prepared for it all.”

Swiping his thumb over your lips he smirked. “Where’s the fun in that?” Giving you the smallest kiss, he said, “We could plan out every last little detail, babe, and I can ensure you, somehow, someway, the universe would laugh in our faces. Loud.”

He was right. Even on the day of your wedding, the most planned out day of your life, things went askew. The birth of your daughter didn’t go to plan, that entire fiasco turned into a legitimate emergency. You could have every detail splayed out, even the fine writing between the lines, and life would find a way to toss the cue cards in the air, laughing as it did.

“This is a blessing,” Yoongi said, his voice shifting to something soft. “And, entirely on time for us, as fucked as that may sound.”

“It does make sense, doesn’t it,” you agreed. Sitting here with him, reviewing your lives, this brand new little one seemed to fit right into the insanity. The tiniest spark of hope ignited inside of you, one that you were nervous to share with your husband, but you were certain that he could feel it too.

You both wanted a second child, you wanted Dae to have a sibling, a sister or a brother. The two of you realized during your first pregnancy and throughout Dae’s first year of life that you wanted multiple, more than two. However, after the last year you were content with just one more. If there were anymore to follow, so be it, but this second one was a must.

Deep within both of you you knew that this child would be your third, and that would be something you held close to your heart for the rest of your lives, letting Dae and your future children know that they once had a brother who loved them too much that he had to find solace within the clouds, so he could watch over and protect his family.

Yoongi nodded, slowly, knowing exactly what was going through your mind. As a tear slipped down his cheek he threw his arms around you and rocked side to side, pressing a hundred kisses to your shoulder. His lips traveled up your neck, making you giggle, until they found your lips, kissing you slowly, drinking this moment up, the both of you wishing you could drown in it.

“An August baby,” Yoongi whispered, pulling from you with a breath. You smiled.

“An August baby,” you repeated. “The end of summer’s gonna get real busy for us.” Yoongi’s smile grew, it grew so big he had to laugh.

“Oh my god,” he exhaled, his words barely audible. He kissed you, and then he kissed you again. “I love you so much.”

Letting your hand fall down to his left shoulder, you gave him the gentlest squeeze, and smiled. “I love you too, D.”

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hyunniesgirl · 8 months

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Call it what you want

Pairing: Hyunjin x fem!reader

Summary: You and Hyunjin were never on the best terms but when you're cheated on and your ex is trying to get you back, Hyunjin does everything he can to prevent it from happening.

Genre: enemies(ish) to lovers, smut, fluff

Word count: 6,990

Warnings for this chapter: lots of fluffy, Hyunjin and reader being idiots in love, piv, fingering, handjob, oral(M receiving), praise and unprotected sex(this is a work of fiction, use protection in real life)(if there's anything missing let me know)

A/N: Call it what you want comes to an end. It's my first finished fic on tumblr and I really love this story with all my heart. Thanks to all the people who liked, commented and/or shared it I feel really happy that so many people like my work. Please keep supporting my blog because I have a lot of ideas I want to write about.

Chapter 3: the most precious thing

Previous chapter: drunk

This content is +18 minors do not interact!!!

You wake up to something hard pressing against your ass, you're still sleepy so you don't connect this with what happened before you slept. That's before you realize there's an arm around your waist making you wide awake.

You suddenly remember how Hyunjin barged into your room last night, 'this can't be happening', you think turning around slowly and trying not to wake him up, it's going to be embarrassing for the both of you if that happens right now.

He's sleeping peacefully with not a worry in the world, his lips are slightly open and his hair is all messy. You can't help noticing how beautiful he is. Of course you always knew he was handsome but in this moment you see just how pretty he is.

'Now is not the time to admire him, Y/N, you have to get out of this situation without waking him up', thinking to yourself you try to lift his arm that's around you failing miserably as he snuggles even more into your neck and holds your waist tighter.

"Let's stay like this for a little bit more", he says with his eyes still closed.

"Since when have you been awake?", you ask, feeling your cheeks getting warm.

"An hour maybe", he answers, making you frown in confusion.

"What? Then why didn't you get up?"

"I don't want to go back to the way things were", he sighs, now opening his eyes and staring at you with a gaze that you're sure holds much more meaning than you know about. "I'm sorry I barged in yesterday, I know it was not right"

You sigh, it's nerve wrecking to have him in bed with you, holding you like you belong to each other.

"It's okay, I know you didn't mean harm and you were pretty cute drunk", you joke trying to escape from your thoughts.

"I don't even want to remember what I did", he chuckles. "But I feel like I should"

"You told me I'm pretty", you smile turning to stare at the roof, "that I'm smart and that you missed me lots"

He stays silent for a few seconds, making you look at him and seeing his face as red as a tomato. You thought he would regret saying those things to you, that he would make some excuse and say he was just babbling because he was drunk. But his eyes are avoiding yours and he turns his face to hide in the pillow making you believe he actually meant those things.

"Please, don't look at me", he groans.

"You can still take it back", you say. Even though his signs clearly tell you he won't do that, you want to give him a chance to say otherwise so you won't delude yourself.

"Why would I?", he looks at you, raising his head from the pillow and resting it on his hand. "That's all true"

Praying that he can't see your blushing face you turn around lifting his arm from you and getting up from bed.

"Do you want some coffee?", you ask, walking towards your wardrobe. When Hyunjin doesn't answer you look at him, catching him checking you out. He have his teeth biting his lower lip and when you cross your arms raising an eyebrow he smiles sheepishly, lying on his stomach.

"I don't know, I'll just stay here a bit more", he answers or more like grumbles with his head hidden under a pillow.

Entering the bathroom you finally can breathe. 'What the heck is happening?', is the question running through your mind.

You can't believe Hwang Hyunjin is actually in your bed and he's showering you with compliments nonetheless.

You look at yourself in the mirror and understand why he was eyeing you. You were planning on sleeping alone and you were kinda upset that he was avoiding you, and for some reason because he likes another girl.

So you decided to treat yourself nicely, made some skin care routine, put on some nice body lotion and dressed in your silk pajamas consisting of really short shorts that barely cover your ass and a tank top with lace in the cleavage. You actually would be offended if he DIDN'T look at you while wearing that, afterall, you wanted to look hot for yourself since he likes someone else.

And that brings more questions, why did he come after you while drunk? Sudden realization hits you. Minho was definitely eyeing you when he was talking about the girl Hyunjin likes, you just didn't want to believe it.

Does he really like you? Like, in a romantic way? A big smile grows on your face just thinking about that and you slap both sides of your face trying to come back to reality, 'please don't be delusional', you think.

Of course, there's a possibility it's true. But do you want that? It hasn't been long since you broke up with Eric and you didn't even have the courage to really talk to him, too afraid of the hurt you're going to feel. Is it right to want Hyunjin to like you? Did you ever get over your crush for him? Or did you just start annoying him so he would pay at least a little bit of attention to you? There's so many questions you still have to figure it out.

You change into a jumper and a tank top and do your matinal routine before going back to your room, seeing your bed empty. You sigh, disappointed, did he really sneak out while you were not there?

"At least he made the bed", you whisper, putting the clothes you took off on your wardrobe.

You open the windows of your room before going downstairs, maybe with some wind circulating his scent is going to go away and you can forget about last night.

You hear the pan frying when you are getting down the stairs, weird, your parents are not supposed to be home until the end of the month.

"Ouch", you hear Hyunjin's whine, stopping on your tracks.

'Didn't he leave?'

You start walking towards the kitchen and find him washing his hand on the sink.

"What are you doing?", you ask, looking at him, a look of pain in his face.

"I'm making breakfast", he smiles.

You look around, there's flour everywhere, egg shells cracked in the sink and some smoke coming out of a pan on the stove.

He sucks the air through his teeth before running to turn off the stove.

"I mean… trying", he looks at you with a guilty face and you can't help finding it cute. This guy almost started a fire in your house and you find it "cute"? There must be something wrong with your brain.

"Let me see it", you ask.

"I'm sorry", he sighs, "I wanted to treat you for taking care of me last night"

You take his hand into yours, looking at the burn closely and thankfully it doesn't look that bad.

"You don't have to apologize", you fidget trying to put your pride aside and do the right thing, "I should be the one saying sorry"

He frowns, tilting his head.

"About what?"

"About that day", you clear your throat, trying to gather enough courage and look him in the eyes. "I shouldn't have been so mean to you, you were not the one who hurt me and I shouldn't have just snapped at you like that, I'm really sorry"

He presses his lips in a thin line, staring at you.

"And I really don't think you're anything like Eric, he's just trash and I know you're a good person", you say all at once.

Unexpectedly, Hyunjin slides the hand you're not holding to your waist, getting up from the chair he's seated, towering over you. He puts his hand on your chin, lifting your face and making you look at him.

"Can-can I kiss you?", he asks and your heart starts beating so fast and loudly you can hear it in your ears. You nod and he smiles, bending down and pressing his lips against yours.

It's nice and peaceful to kiss him, his lips are still warm and soft but there's something different from the night at the party. He's calm and his tongue slides lazily into your mouth, pressing against yours and making you sigh, you didn't know how much you missed this until that moment.

You wrap your arms around his neck, tip toeing to deepen the kiss. Hyunjin groans, wrapping his arms around your waist, pressing your bodies even more against each other, if that's possible.

You both only step away from each other when the necessity to breathe is impossible to avoid but he keeps his hands on you, pressing kisses against your hair at the top of your head.

You don't know what to feel exactly, you are sure you like him, but you have to figure it out the whole thing with your ex before having something serious with him.

When Hyunjin try kissing you again you put your hand on his chest, stopping him. You can see the panic in his eyes for a brief moment, how come did you never notice the way he acts towards you?

"Did I do something wrong? Was it bad?", he mumbles, cupping your face with pleading eyes, "I can do better"

You give him a peck on the lips.

"It was perfect", you assure him, "I just… I have to take care of the situation with Eric, we still didn't have a proper conversation", you explain.

"Don't say his name", he whispers, resting his forehead on yours, "not after kissing me", he pouts and you smile.

"I'm going to figure things out as soon as possible", you say and he sighs.

"You know, I've been waiting for you for a long time", hearing that, you're so afraid he'll say he won't wait anymore but he slides his hands through your arms until he reaches your hands, intertwining your fingers. "So I can wait a bit more to make things official"

You are so happy you can't stop smiling, like a fool.

"But… do we have to wait to be together?", he asks and you tilt your head to the side, frowning. "I don't want to pressure you, really. I can wait for as long as you need, but I… now that I know I have a chance I just don't want anyone trying and stealing you from me"

You take a deep breath, never in a million years you thought you'd be hearing something like this from Hyunjin.

"I mean, we can hold hands or something", you blush and he giggles cupping your face with both hands again.

"Hm, I don't know if just holding hands can do it for me", he presses his lips against yours again in a quick peck. "I'll need some kisses and maybe cuddles?"

You laugh, slapping his chest.

"I'll think about it", you stare at each other for a moment, like two idiots and then you step away. "Now, let's clean this place and I'll make something good for us to eat"

You two start cleaning the kitchen. You are washing the dishes and Hyunjin is cleaning the flour that's everywhere. He steals some kisses here and gives you some hugs there until you're finished with cleaning.

You make pancakes and you eat together chatting about your classes and how Hyunjin is excited to show up with you at school and make everyone jealous because he has the prettiest girl by his side.

After eating he has to go home, after all he just went out in the middle of the night without letting anyone know. So you kiss him goodbye and wave until he disappears from your sight at the end of the street.

You can't believe this actually happened. If anyone told you three months ago that you would be doing all these things with Hyunjin you'd say they're absolutely crazy.

•••

You decided to talk to Eric the next day. You can't keep avoiding him forever and after people start noticing you and Hyunjin, you're sure he's going to hear about it and come after you. So it's best to go to him first, tell him what you have to say, hear what he has to say and then end things definitely.

Hyunjin is waiting for you outside of your house, he has two cups of coffee in his hands and a wide smile on his face.

"Morning, beautiful", he says, giving a kiss on your cheek and handing you one of the cups.

"Good morning", you smile as he opens the door of his car so you can enter, "I wasn't expecting you"

"I wanted to surprise you", he says after going around the car and entering the driver's side.

You smile, fastening your seatbelt and sipping your coffee.

"How do you know how I like my coffee?", you ask, suspiciously, feeling the familiar flavor in your mouth.

"I may or may not have peaked at your order when we went to the cafe with the guys", he admits shamelessly and you glare at him even though he can't see you since he's looking forward and paying attention to the road.

"I'm getting goosebumps", you joke, "are you a stalker or something?"

He laughs.

"I mean, I almost had to become one so I could be next to you", he sighs, "you're a really difficult person to get hold of"

"Well, if you so much desire I'll let you be close to me", you say, stretching yourself and kissing him on the cheek.

The college campus is unusually crowded, just your lucky that this is the day Hyunjin and you show up together. He gets out of the car and runs around opening the door for you.

You can feel everyone staring and of course they would. This is Hwang Hyunjin, the most popular person on campus. The college's promise to be a great and famous artist that'll bring fame and renown to the university. To make things perfect, he's the hottest guy on campus, so if they don't know the artist Hyunjin, they know everyone's crush Hyunjin.

You know a lot of people and have a lot of friends too, but everyone is probably shocked that you're showing up together.

"Everyone's staring", you whisper to him and Hyunjin smiles.

"As they should, the hottest girl on campus is not available anymore", he smirks at you, "they must be jealous"

You chuckle, you shouldn't entertain this behavior of his but you find it amusing.

"Can I hold you?", he asks and you sigh, of course you won't be able to keep a low profile if you're together so you nod, giving him your permission.

Hyunjin slides his arms around your shoulder, bringing you closer and looking at everyone with that cocky smile you hated so much and that now you don't hate it as much, seeing him use it to be proud of having you by his side.

•••

"Have I heard it wrong or did you and Hyunjin were all over each other this morning?", Yeji asks you. She and Chaeryeong trapped you on the toilet, both eager to know if this piece of gossip is actually true.

"I wouldn't say we were all over each other, but yes we came in together and yes before you ask we have something going on", you answer even before Chaeryeong can open her mouth.

Chaeryeong stretches her hand in Yeji's direction, smiling proudly.

"Give me ten bucks, I told you they were going to hookup before the end of the semester"

You gasp, mouth open wide.

"Did you make a bet on us?", you ask and Yeji sighs giving the money to Chaeryeong.

"Yes and if you had kept it your pants until the end of the semester I would have won"

"What if nothing had happened between us?", you ask and the two stare at you for a couple of seconds before bursting into laughter.

"Y/N, you're literally the only person in our group that didn't know Hyunjin is head over heels for you", Chaeryeong says.

"I don't think it was that obvious", you point out a little embarrassed that they knew and you didn't.

"Of course, for people that don't know him or you it might be difficult to see it, but we spend so much time together and he is always looking at you", Yeji says.

"And when you started dating Eric he looked like he would cry when he heard the news", Chaeryeong completes and you frown.

"If you knew, why didn't you tell me?", you ask feeling upset, you feel bad for making him suffer.

"Because it was not our place to do that", Yeji explains, "as much as we are your friends, we are his friends too. It wouldn't be fair for any of us, including the guys, to tell you about his feelings when he didn't"

You sigh, they're right and you know it. But even though you know it, you still feel bad because you were not more attentive.

You go back to class with Chaeryeong after Yeji went to her classroom. It's Economy and Eric is going to be there.

It's time for you to overcome your fear and talk to him. You're sure it's going to hurt, but not as much anymore. You finally feel ready to finish things.

When the class ends you wait for everyone to get out, you tell Chaeryeong to go on first and you know Eric is going to take the opportunity and talk to you.

As soon as the classroom is empty there's just the two of you there. You take a few deep breaths before heading toward him.

"Let's talk", you say and he smirks.

"Now you want to talk to me?", he asks and you control yourself to not roll your eyes.

"This is going to be the last time I'll talk to you, so you better take it seriously", you say and he frowns.

"What do you mean? Didn't you come to ask to get back together?"

You want to laugh, is he delusional?

"For god's sake, Eric, you cheated on me, why the hell would I want to go back to you?", you say suddenly feeling mad.

"Why else would you want to talk?"

You sigh, was he always this idiot?

"I want to finish things properly, you can say anything and I'll hear you", you don't really want to but you feel like you have to so things will end completely.

"I don't know what you want to hear", he scoffs.

"Why did you cheat on me?", you ask.

"I don't know, it just happened", he raise one of his eyebrows, "I told you it meant nothing, I don't know why you have to overreact like this"

It's your time to scoff.

"How do you want me to go back to you when you don't understand what you did wrong?" You say, "I really liked you, I thought we were good together and you went there and broke my trust"

He looks at you, not an ounce of guilt or embarrassment in his face. He grabs one of your hands pulling you closer to him.

"I think we are good together, let's start all over, okay? I promise I'll be good, I'll never disappoint you again"

You sigh once more, it's no use talking to him, he doesn't want to hear you. You pull your hand out of his grasp.

"We are done and I mean it, I don't want you to come looking for me", you pass through him in the direction of the door but you keep looking at him the entire time so he'll know how serious you're about it, "I won't hide anymore because you'll leave me alone and if you don't I'll register a complaint in the dean's office"

You turn around but as soon as you cross the door, you feel his hand on your wrist making you turn around.

"Why are you being such a bitch?", he asks aggressively, "is it because Hyunjin is fucking you now? I always knew there was something about all the shit you pulled on each other"

You gulp, you knew there was a chance he would hear about it but you didn't imagine it would happen so fast.

"He has nothing to do with it, you are the one who ruined what we had", you say trying to release your arm from his grasp.

"Just admit you wanted to break up so you could run to his arms like a fucking whore", he says and you see red but before you can punch him in the face someone else does it for you.

You look at him, Hyunjin is between you now and Eric is bent, holding his jaw.

"This is none of your business", he says and Hyunjin pushes you to stay behind him.

Eric looks at you, standing up and coming closer trying to avoid Hyunjin.

"Come here, Y/N, let's have a conversation like grown ups"

"Shut the fuck up, don't talk to her", Hyunjin says pushing Eric alway from you, you never saw him looking this mad. You step to the side so you can see your ex boyfriend.

"I meant what I said, don't come near me anymore", you say, taking Hyunjin's hand and walking fast to the hall, dragging him away from the classrooms.

He doesn't ask questions or say anything, actually. When you are finally far enough you turn to him, looking at his hand to check if it's okay.

"Does it hurt?" You ask, looking at the reddened skin in the same hand he burned in your house.

"I'm sure he's hurting more than me", he chuckles, staring at you and observing your every move.

"I don't care if he's hurt, I'm asking if you are", you answer looking up to stare at him.

Even though he did that to defend you, you still want to scold him. He could get in serious trouble because of what happened, things could've been much worse and he could've gotten hurt really badly.

"It's okay, it doesn't hurt a lot", he says and you breath relieved, "but you can give it a kiss to help it heal faster", he suggests with that stupid smirk on his face.

You roll your eyes but give a kiss on his knuckles anyway, taking him by surprise and making him blush.

"I- I was just kidding", he whispers.

"You shouldn't have done that", you say, "what if there was some professor around? You would get in trouble"

"You know the professors love me here", he smiles shrugging and you huff.

"Even though they like you, they can't overlook violence"

"I know", his hand comes toward your face and he cups your cheek caressing it. "I just couldn't control myself", he's the one huffing, now. "I just don't want to see you sad, he's the one in the wrong so it's not fair for him to accuse you like that"

You can't help but feel butterflies in your stomach, seeing him worried about you.

"If it makes you feel better I don't feel sad because of him anymore", you say looking down and playing with the hem of your shirt, too embarrassed to keep staring at him.

"Yeah?", he asks, putting one of his hands on your waist and pulling you closer to him. You nod, blushing. He takes the other hand to your chin, lifting your face so you look at him. He's getting closer and closer.

When he's almost touching your lips with his, he stops. You can feel his breathing hitting your skin and the scent he exhales is just so intoxicating you feel dizzy.

"Can I kiss you?", He asks, licking his lips and looking at yours like he could devour you.

"Ye-", before you can finish, his lips come crashing at yours with so much hunger and need it's surprising how it feels like heaven, soft and warm. His tongue dances with yours, figuring a rhythm that makes you sigh in pleasure. Hyunjin feels the happiest in this moment, he finally can have you. You're finally letting him in.

Once you have to break the kiss to breathe you're feeling all your body hot, his lips are swollen and red. He gets close again resting his head on your shoulder, you can feel his heavy breathing on the crock of your neck.

"Did you already finish your classes for the day?", He asks and you nod. "Then, can I take you home?"

You nod again, feeling warm. A feeling you're getting used to every time he's around.

"I'm kinda hungry though", you say hoping he got the hint. You don't want to go home yet you want to spend more time with him.

"I know a really good restaurant, want to eat something, then?", you smile happily, taking his hand and following him to the parking lot.

Hyunjin takes you to a really nice restaurant by the beach. It's a 40 minute drive and you both eat pasta with a really good dessert.

He smiles the whole time and you feel glad that you can make him happy after hurting him with your obliviousness.

"Should we walk for a bit?", He asks when you're done and you nod.

You two take your shoes so it won't get full of sand and Hyunjin takes your hand, pulling you closer to his side. Surprisingly, there's no one else at the beach, even though it's a weekday you expected to see at least some children playing.

"Do you like the beach?", Hyunjin asks and you ponder.

"I do", you say, snuggling into his side and hugging his waist while you walk.

He sighs happily and you look at him, he's smiling widely. It's so strange to you that someone enjoys so much the little things you do.

"What about you?"

"I like it if you're there", he says slyly and you laugh out loud.

"Woah, you're really smooth"

He stops on his tracks making you stop too and look at him.

"I'm going to come on strong now", he warns you and you frown, smiling. It's cute he thinks he wasn't coming on strong when he came after you while drunk. "I'm serious!", He pouts.

"So tell me, what are you going to do to win my heart?"

He turns to you completely, clearing his throat and grabbing both your hands to intertwine your fingers.

"I'll start by telling you that If you give me a chance to be with you I will never let you go even if you want me to", he says looking deep into your eyes, "I will never hurt you, I will treat you like the most precious thing in the world because that's what you are to me"

The familiar warmth comes creeping to your cheeks, you didn't expect him to confess and to be so open about his feelings.

"I'll make sure you're happy everyday, if you're ever sad or mad I'll cheer you up, I'll take care of you when you need me too and even when you don't"

In this exact moment you realize you love him, how could you not? You're not sure if you ever stopped liking him or if your feelings were just buried in some dark corner of your heart too afraid to be rejected to even try.

You wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him and resting your face on his chest. You're not sure if you want him to see the tears brimming through your eyes.

"You don't have to do all that", you say, feeling his arms around you. "You can just stay by my side, I won't ask for anything more"

He kisses the top of your head, taking a step back. He cups your face, lifting your head so you look at him and giving a long peck on your lips.

"Y/N, do you want to be my girlfriend?", he asks and you feel your heart skip a beat.

"I do, I really do"

He smiles, wrapping his arms around your waist and lifting you in a hug, making you squeal.

Even though you told Hyunjin he doesn't have to do all those things, he wants to. He'll prove to you that you're meant to be.

•••

When the car stops in front of your house you still don't want to part ways with him.

"Do you want to come in?", you suggest, hoping he'll do it.

He smiles kindly.

"I do want to, but I have something important to do tonight"

"Oh, okay", you're a little disappointed. You thought he wouldn't want to be apart from you so soon after his confession but it must be something really important.

"I'll see you tomorrow at school, come looking for me in the arts department", he says, giving you a kiss on the cheek, you blush with the affection he shows you and nod, smiling and getting out of the car.

He stays in front of your house until he's sure you're locked in and safe in your house.

It's already late so you get ready for bed, looking at your phone and reading the messages you have. You tuck yourself in bed and close your eyes, smiling like a fool thinking about Hyunjin.

The morning comes too soon, you were dreaming about your handsome boyfriend and the dirtiest things you want to do to him the first chance you get.

You get ready for school, are you glowing? You feel different looking in the mirror, maybe happiness does good to your skin.

Chan comes to pick you up, you're sure he wants to talk to you about Hyunjin, his child. Even though you are the same age as them, Chan and Yeji treat all your friends like their children, they really have this kind of parents vibe.

"So, I heard about you and Hyunjinnie", you smile knowing you were right. "Is it serious? Do you like him?", he asks.

"Yeah, it's serious", you clear your throat, shifting in your seat. "We are dating"

"Really?", Chan takes the deepest breath, like he was holding his breath since the moment you joined him in the car, "thank god, it would be awful if you didn't have good intentions"

"What?", you laugh, "shouldn't you be worried about me too?"

"The amount of times I had to hear Hyunjin whining while drunk saying how much he likes you leads me to believe you're secured"

You blush, now you know he liked you for a long time but it's strange to think how obvious he was and you never noticed.

"I didn't know he liked me", you say and Chan looks at you, he's parking in school already.

"Would it make a difference if you knew he did?"

"Yeah… I actually liked him too back then, when we first met"

Chan's eyes widen.

"You did? I thought you liked Eric even before dating him"

You sigh.

"It turns out it was all a big misunderstanding on my part", you smile sheepishly, "I thought Hyunjin didn't like me so I opted for the safest option, I didn't mean to make him hurt"

Chan's the one sighing now.

"I know you didn't, but you have to tell him you liked him since day one", he smiles, grabbing your hand and squeezing it. "He'll be happy to know he's not the only idiot who was to afraid to confess and missed the timing"

You punch him in the arm, laughing and getting out of the car. You let Chan know you're going to look for Hyunjin in his department before walking towards the arts building.

You have the weird impression that people are staring at you again, it happened yesterday because you were with Hyunjin but you're by yourself right now.

Even though that makes you anxious, you decide to ignore it. Worrying about it won't make them stop.

When you get to the arts department you finally can guess why people are staring at you. There's a huge painting of you in the middle of the hall covering the whole wall. You feel your face hot immediately, knowing exactly that that was the important thing Hyunjin had to do when you see him still in the same clothes as yesterday.

He smiles at you and you don't know if you want to punch or kiss him.

"What's this?", you ask and he hugs you, kissing the top of your head.

"It's you, my inspiration", he answers, smiling proudly. You keep looking at him, frowning.

"I was struggling to come up with this idea, the theme is 'the happiest moment' so I painted you because I'm the happiest in every moment I share with you"

You feel like crying actually, this is the most beautiful display of love you ever received. You can't contain the happiness in your chest, you want to scream, jump, cry, laugh, everything at once. But trying to keep your dignity unharmed you wrap your hands around his neck, giving him a peck on the lips.

"I really love it", you say. "But next time give me a heads up, everyone was staring at me when I arrived"

He laughs.

"Good, they have to know your face to know you're already taken"

You roll your eyes, he's really a fool blinded by love.

"Do you want to come to my house after class? We have things to talk about"

"Sure, I'll come pick you up at your class when I'm done", he says and nods, giving a quick kiss on his neck and stepping away before you're too late for class.

•••

You wake up to Hyunjin legs intertwined with yours, his arm is wrapped on your waist holding you firmly.

After you came home, you told him about everything. That you liked him since the first time you laid eyes on him but you gave up, too afraid of rejection.

He told you it was his fault, he should have told you how he felt so you wouldn't feel that way and you both laughed because you could be together this whole time if you two weren't so stubborn.

You kissed a lot the night before, so much it turned all of your horny senses on. But the bags under Hyunjin's eyes told you he needed sleep, he stayed up all night painting you, after all.

So you were the stronger one and stopped things from going further, telling him to have some sleep.

But now you wake up feeling the familiar hardness against your ass and all your body feels hot.

"Mmn", you hear him groan slightly, pressing himself even more on you, hand caressing your stomach and you moan.

"Are you awake?", he whispers, his waking voice much more sexy than you remember.

"Yes", you say grinding against his cock.

"Fuck", he groans, biting your shoulder. "Can I touch you?", he asks and you hum, consenting.

"Do you want me too? Tell me with your words", he says, playing with the hem of your shorts.

"Please", you plead and he chuckles, sliding his hand underneath your shorts.

"I can get used to you begging", he says, pressing your clit over the fabric of your underwear and feeling it soaked. He sucks the air between his teeth, kissing your shoulder. "You're so good for me, already so wet"

You blush, you never thought you'd be into this kind of thing. But hearing him tell you how good you are just made the knot on your lower stomach grow bigger.

"Please, baby", you plead again, you want him to touch you so badly.

"If you call me that I won't be able to control myself", he says, sliding your panties to the side and entering a finger inside you. You arch your back with the sudden intrusion, grinding even harder on his crotch.

He is smirking, you don't have to look at him to know that. He puts another finger inside you and you moan loudly now.

"Can't wait to have my cock inside you, it's going to feel so good", he starts making circles in your clit with his thumb. You can feel the tension in your lower stomach growing, you're almost there.

"I'm going to c-cum", you whisper or try, your voice is not coming out in an understandable way.

His movement gets faster and you gasp.

"That's right baby, cum for me. I want to hear you say my name, do it"

"Oh, Hyunjin-ahh", you barely can say it with the way your body is trembling and your voice is failing.

He gives a kiss on your cheek, mesmerized by you. You look so pretty coming undone just for him. You're breathing heavily, trying to recover some strength to turn around and look at him.

Your face is flushed, he kisses you and you moan feeling his hands wander through your body.

You feel his hard on pressed against your stomach and you slide your hand there, gripping it over his boxer and hearing him groan.

"You want me to touch you?", you ask the same question he did to you minutes before and he nods with his eyes closed.

"Tell me with your words, pretty"

He chuckles, opening his eyes and staring at you.

"Touch me", he commands and you feel your pussy clenching around nothing. How can he be this sexy?

You slide your hand under the fabric of his underwear, feeling his cock. The head is flowing with precum and it looks painfully hard.

You wrap your hand around it, sliding up and down, never taking your eyes out of him. His lips are slightly apart and you know he wants to close his eyes, but won't break eye contact.

You stop stroking him just for a second, going down and positioning yourself in the middle of his legs. Licking the head of his cock and sliding it all in your mouth.

"Shit", he gasps.

You look so damn hot staring at him while going down on his cock like that, he's having a hard time breathing. Your mouth feels so good on him, so warm and your soft lips look so perfect around him.

You can't fit all of him in your mouth, so you take every bit you can and stroke the rest of it with your hands, playing with his balls.

"I'm coming", he whispers, warning you, finally closing his eyes and spurting into your mouth.

Hyunjin takes a few seconds to look at you, recovering from his high. You take the opportunity to get rid of your clothes, throwing his boxer away too.

Once he's done he pulls you on top of him, kissing you eagerly. He can feel himself in your mouth and he can't think about a moment he was more turned on than right now.

"I love you", he whispers between kisses, he's kissing your jaw, neck and collarbone, going down to your chest and admiring your bare breasts.

You blush, you're not used to someone watching you so attentively and with so much affection.

"I love you", you say shyly and he smiles, kissing you on the lips now.

You grab his cock that's already hard again and place it in your entrance. Hyunjin takes a deep breath putting his hands on your hips and waiting till you slide into his cock.

"Oh", you whimper, taking all of him at once. He feels bigger inside of you, touching all the places you could possibly think of.

"Fuck", he groans, feeling your hips moving. You start riding on him, hands resting on his chest and head thrown back.

You feel so good, you can't think straight, you just want to feel more of him. Hyunjin's situation is not much different from yours, your tight cunt squeezes his cock like it was meant for him, he's not sure if he would be able to pull out if he wanted to by the way you're tightening around him.

The lewd sounds and expressions you make do nothing to help him, your little moans while you ride in so harshly are making him lose his mind. He tightens the grip on your hips, sinking deeper inside you.

"Please Hyunjin, please, I'm almost there", you beg and he almost cum again just by hearing you.

"Come for me, my muse, I want to see how pretty you look coming on my cock"

He feels your warm walls tighten even more around him, your nails dig into the skin of his chest and the sounds you make, moaning so loudly people outside could certainly hear you make him get even closer to cumming.

"Do it inside me", you say, taking him by surprise, "I want to feel all of you, all hot inside of me", and he does just that, feeling your cunt squeeze all his cum out of him.

You're both exhausted, you collapse on top of him and he kisses you lazily, caressing your face. He lies you on the bed by his side, carefully watching you.

"I really love you", you say smiling and closing your eyes.

"I love you too", he kisses the tip of your nose, pulling you closer so you can go back to sleep together.

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s3lfinvolvedh3athen · 9 months

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THE INCIDENT

Drabble/ one-shot of why Eren never has his hair in a ponytail.

expanding on this post

The bathroom was a mess. Hair caked onto the counters and sink. Leave-in conditioner smudging the mirror and broken hair ties everywhere. You'd kill him if his frustrations weren't already getting the job done.

"Ughhh, babe! Where do you keep those spiral hair ties of yours?"

Rolling your eyes, you turn up the volume on your laptop. It's been the same routine everyday for the past two weeks.

I'm just trying to find my look headass. Niggas can't find their 'look' without messing up your bathroom and using up your products?

The sleek bun, the 'wet look' and even the mohawk. Which, by the way, was a completely unnecessary waste of gel.

Aunt Jackie better sponsor your ass with the amount of money you've spent on her products.

Stepping into the room with a pleased smile on his face and a ridiculous high ponytail on his head, Eren stood on the couch in front of you.

With a sigh, you pause what's playing on your screen and look up at him expectantly.

"Sooo?"

"So?"

"Well, what do you think?"

"I think you better get your ass to cleaning my bathroom"

"Wow, so you ain't even gonna compliment my hair? It's giving jealous."

"Jealous?"

"Yeah, you're just mad 'cause I'm eating you up right now."

"Only thing you're eating up is my money with the way you've been wasting my products. Get your Ariana Grande looking ass into that bathroom and make sure it's spotless."

Muttering under his breath about 'a loveless home' and kissing his teeth, he drags his feet towards the bathroom to "make sure it's spotless".

A couple of minutes go by and you really, really need to pee. Putting your laptop to the side, you make your way to the hopefully clean bathroom. Stopping at the door when you see your boyfriend at the centre of the mess, checking himself out in the mirror.

"Dunno, i think i'm really pulling this off"

"Babe, you know I love you right? And you know I would never say anything mean unless it was coming from a good place, right?"

"Right..."

"That fuckass ponytail needs to go. Just put your hair up in a messy bun or something. Or at least don't have the ponytail so high like damn"

"Oh, so you just came in here to hate?" he asks amusedly while wiping down the counters

"I came in here to piss, so if you'll excuse me."

Moving past your huffy boyfriend, you walk towards the toilet. Sighing contently as you finish up and move to wash your hands.

Drying your hands, you see Eren bend down into a deep squat to pick up a couple of broken hair ties and stray hairs.

That fuckass ponytail needs to go and you had the funniest idea on how to make that happen.

Silently approaching him from behind, he briefly turns to you before getting back to the task at hand.

"You good babe- y/n what the FUCK?!"

Reaching for the band of his shorts, you use all your strength to pull him up so his ass meets your pelvis. Grabbing his hair to keep him balanced.

thrust, thrust, thrust

"Babe?? What the actual fuck are you doing. Unhand me!"

"Fuck princess you feel so good. Yeah, throw that ass back and make it clap I'm bout to nut" you said with a low, gravelly voice and accompanying thrust.

"Yeah baby, take this dick," thrust.

Finally managing to push you off him with a scream, you burst out laughing at his now lopsided ponytail and unamused expression.

Taking a couple of breaths and composing yourself. You look directly at his chest because Jesus almighty, anything from the neck up would launch you into hysterics.

Walking out of the bathroom you speak out as you approach the couch. "Ayt princess, get rid of the ponytail and finish cleaning up. Love youuu"

After settling back onto the couch, you laugh when Eren finally leaves the bathroom. Mini-trash bag in hand and indent's in his hair from the retired ponytail.

"You didn't have to do all that forreal"

"Yeah, yeah. Do me a favour and get me a snack from the kitchen princess"

"The fuck? I ain't getting you shit."

"Awhhh, but babeeee. We can cuddle. I'll even be big spoon."

"Nah... okay fine." He really couldn't say no to you.

"Love you... nigga say it back"

Approaching the couch, he throws you snack at you. Picking you up and laying the both of you down with your back to his chest and a kiss on your cheek.

"I guess I love you too."

Why's he fronting like he's not obsessed with you?

Fuckass ponytails on men are in the same category as fuckass bobs on women idc.

This is wayyy longer than i intended but here y'all go.

tags: @st4rb3rr13s @zorosbigbootyassgirlfriend

#s3lfinvolvedh3athen #aot x reader #eren x reader #eren x black!reader #eren x black reader

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spookitapes · 10 months

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jschlatt nsfw visuals part l

summary | porn i associate with jschlatt bc i’m a whore for him

pairing | jschlatt x fem!reader (kinda ft. chuckle sandwich & friends)

warnings/cw | porn, smut, choking, slapping, spanking, daddy kink, getting caught by your friends, rough sex, edging, public sex, fucking in someone else’s bed, degradation, praise, humiliation, orgasm ban, anal, overstimulation, drunk/high sex (with consent), car sex

!! 18+ MINORS DNI !!

!! you need to log in to twitter to see the vids from there !!

not proofread, sorry for any mistakes !!

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quickies

❧ “such a slut for me, aren’tcha sweetheart? yeah, you’re so goddamn easy for me.”

❧ fucks you like he HATES you during quickies…especially if you were being a brat or teasing him beforehand

❧ he’s going all out for the short amount of time given..give him 5 minutes or 5 hours he’s gonna have your legs shaking by the end of it.

❧ that man is gonna choke you, slap you, spit in your mouth, and still have time to fuck your throat with his dick that’s covered in your cum.

in an unlocked room of a nye party

❧ you did not see yourself ending up here…on some dude’s bed at a nye streamer party your boyfriend invited you to

❧ but schlatt doesn’t tolerate disrespect well. so when the host’s roommate started flirting with you as soon as he disappeared to get you two drinks…you knew he ur pussy was done

❧ he watched in amusement as you tried to let him down easy at first, but when he started calling you a bitch and grabbing at you it took schlatt all of three seconds to be between you two

❧ his fist clenched the man’s collar as you tried to calm him down

❧ “baby it’s okay- i’m okay!”

❧ “he’s not worth it, jonny!”

❧ “b-baby please just let it go!”

❧ he dropped eye contact with the man when he felt your nails digging into his shoulder

❧ he knew he had to push him away when he saw the worried look on your face— tears threatening your waterline

❧ but big guy’s gotta get his frustrations out somehow, and he knows the perfect way to get revenge and make you feel better

❧ so with a sigh, he releases the douchebag’s shirt with a shove and grabs your hand to lead you upstairs

❧ “yeah i bet you like gettin fucked on this prick’s bed knowing he could walk in at anytime, huh? like knowing the closest that bastard’s ever gonna get to this pussy is the fucking stain on his sheets.”

❧ you’re praying to the almighty man himself that jonny doesn’t notice the way your stomach twists up with the flames of an orgasm building..

❧ but god’s not listening and he’s laughing along with your boyfriend..who’s grinning down at you as he leans in to your ear

❧ “oh i felt that, sweetheart. felt this slutty pussy tighten up on me when i said that. knew you were nasty— but fuuuuuccck.”

❧ he’s g r o w l i n g his words out at this points

❧ teeth pulling on your earlobe followed by his hot breath fanning against it

❧ “m’gonna make you squirt all over this fucking comforter, doll. leave him a gift to push his face into as he jerks his sorry excuse of a dick off.”

❧ safe to say you two left a wet spot the size of russia and a lasting impression on twitter.

(bonus)

❧ “and to think you kept whining about some dumb kiss…shoulda known i always go above and beyond for my girl.”

giving you a punishment one two three

❧ “count or im startin over, understand?”

❧ don’t even think out nodding your head..

❧ cause he’ll put his fingers in your hair and yank your head back to meet his eyes as his other hand lands the first smack on your ass

❧ “use your goddamn words..you know better than that, angel.”

❧ “y-yes sir!! i understand! i’m sorry won’t happen again..i’ll listen— promise !!” comes tumbling out in a high pitched whine

❧ “ya better or you’re not cumming at all. gonna bruise this ass and leave ya all messy and unsatisfied like a whore. you want that, y/n ?”

❧ as hot as that sounds you definitely don’t want that..too horny and too pent up to be able to breathe without cumming

❧ so you fall into submission easily, counting out each spank he gives you

❧ thanking him profusely after he’s satisfied enough to slide his big fingers into your cunt

❧ “don’t thank me yet, i still haven’t decided to let you cum.”

❧ he can sense the frown spreading across your face at the whine you let out, so he picks up the pace of finger fucking you

❧ his unoccupied hand returning to giving you more harsh slaps across the ass

❧ “drop the attitude, toots or m’not gonna let you cum. just gotta keep being a good girl for me, can ya do that? can ya reach back here and give daddy a kiss?”

❧ so you gather all your strength as you strain your upper half to face him, tears falling down your cheeks as you reach for his lips

❧ it’s anything but what you’re expecting— slow and passionate. full of the love and softness as he batters your pussy and let’s you moan into his mouth

❧ “such a fucking good girl for me, knew you were in there somewhere. my pretty doll just needed to be reminded of her place, huh? fuck your self back on— thaaaat’s it.”

❧ but every time you’re about to cum he’s pulling his fingers out and spanking your pussy

❧ the frustration builds as you thrash around

❧ whining that “s’not fuckin fair!”

❧ “keep strugglin and i’ll really give you something to cry about.”

❧ his harsh tone makes you come to a halt, eyes red & legs shaking from being pulled back from the edge so many times

❧ and as soon as you still and meet his gaze he’s bullying his digits back into your sore pussy again

(bonus)

❧ “go ahead and cum for me, baby. been so good— yeah, cream all over my fingers…goooood fuckin girl.”

❧ sometimes instead of edging you jonny gives you exactly what you want…he’ll let you cum and he’s not gonna stop till you can’t cum anymore.

❧ “keep on fucking whining like you didn’t ask for this, y/n.”

❧ your chest is pressed against his and he’s got a death grip on your waist

❧ the only sound in the room is your loud cries and the sloppy fucking of his fingers into you

❧ your ass high in the air as he drills your pussy, pulling orgasm after orgasm out of your tired body

❧ “keep still-stop goddamn squirmin!”

❧ it’s barked into your ear, chops scratching your skin as he roughly grabs your jaw and forces your eyes to meet

❧ “i swear to god if keep moving i’ll strap the hitachi to your clit and leave you here all night.”

❧ before you can respond he’s setting a lightening quick pace, pussy spasming round him once again

❧ “fuuuck give it to me, darlin. you can keep going, come on and show me how good this pussy cums for me.”

❧ he only does it as an end to an orgasm ban (when you break a rule so he doesn’t let you cum for a certain amount of time..not even by yourself)

❧ you have to seriously piss schlatt off for him to ban you (he loves your pussy too much)

❧ but when he does…

❧ he’s not touching your pussy at all

❧ not gonna let you touch it either

❧ not even allowed to have your clit played with when it’s a punishment fuck

❧ you have to get off from the anal alone and if you don’t…that’s not his problem lmao

❧ maybe next time you’ll listen and behave for him…

❧ till then he’s using your ass as a fleshlight and lettin your week-long neglected pussy leak out so much it covers your thighs & all of his lower half

(bonus)

❧ “oh goddamn it, babydoll. didn’t know i could get you to squirt without even touching your pussy..imma have to do it again.”

late night car shenanigans one two

❧ it started off so innocent 🥲

❧ jonny asking if you wanted to ride around and listen to music with him at 3 am

❧ it’s a usual thing you two do together when you couldn’t sleep so you didn’t think much of it

❧ so you slipped on a tank top & a cardigan with a cute new mini skirt to match

❧ little did you know that skirt is your boyfriend’s new found kryptonite

❧ so now the skirt’s bunched around your waist

❧ your back’s pressed half against the door half against the passenger seat with your boyfriend’s fingers deep inside your pussy as he speeds down the interstate

❧ the loud bass that’s usually filled the car is silent

❧ schlatt wants to be sure he can hear his favorite symphony— your noises accompanied by the sounds of your wet pussy

(bonus)

❧ “whatcha want to eat, love? i know cumming like that had to make you work up an appetite.”

❧ “don’t worry about me i’ll eat my favorite meal at home. it’s hot and ready whenever i want.” (yes he’d make a little caesar’s joke about ur coochie tell me i’m wrong)

❧ camping with chuckle sandwich seemed like a good idea

❧ till you were drunk in the woods and only 10 feet away from your friends in tents

❧ “j-jonny we can’t..not with them right there.”

❧ “come on doll, they won’t even notice.”

❧ “you and i both know i can’t stay quiet enough for that..baby please.”

❧ as tipsy as he is he knows you’re right..so he sneaks you two out of the tent

❧ he grabs two new beers and leads you back to the parking lot of the forrest

❧ once you’re in the car it’s game over

❧ you’re both insatiable as you make out on his lap

❧ in your drunken kiss you knock the sun visor down and a pre-rolled blunt falls between you two on your laps

❧ you bite your lip as you look between the blunt and your boyfriend..hoping he catches your drift

❧ he catches that shit.

❧ so now your getting railed in the passenger seat as schlatt leans over you and shotguns the smoke into your mouth

❧ the feeling of being cross faded adds so much to being fucked

❧ you’re so sensitive it’s insane

❧ schlatt swears he’s never heard you making these types of noises before

❧ doesn’t even care about the carpet burn that’s starting to form on his knees

❧ the feeling of being crossed and inside of you is enough to make him speed up is thrusts

❧ you’re so lost in each other you don’t realize the sun starting to rise

❧ so lost in the sauce jonny just turns his phone off to stop it from ringing (he doesn’t even check to see who it is RIP)

❧ or hear the footsteps and calls of your names nearing the parking lot

❧ or when your friends finally knock on the car door they’re met with a porn star level performance from you both

❧ you’ll blame it on the substances later because right now nothing is gonna stop you both from covering the seat in another load of your almost future children

(bonus)

❧ “do you think they know?”

❧ schlatt gives you a small smile and kiss to the forehead

❧ “of course not, doll”

❧ you settle at the news, anxiety leaving your body

❧ “we DEFINITELY know.”

#jschlatt x y/n #jschlatt x reader #jschlatt hcs #jschlatt smut #jschlatt.cass #jschlatt #jschlatt oneshot #jschlatt fic #jschlatt fanfiction #cass.lair #chuckle sandwich #chuckle sandwich smut #chuckles sandwich x reader #chuckle sandwich x y/n

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delic7te · 6 months

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lazy sunday × ( tasm ! ) peter parker

— peter parker x reader

— summary : you and peter wake up from a nap

— A/N: missed writing:) this has been sitting in my drafts and i wrote this cause i'm stressed (regular sunday)

After a long, hard week of constant studying and always being out somewhere in a rush, the weekend finally arrived and you and your boyfriend could spend time together, peacefully in the comfort of each others arms.

There was no pressure as you both finished all your college classes and work and Peter came home after regular patrol over the city. Only gloomy weather outside, a candle and lamp burning on the coffee table and a book in your hands as you drape your legs over Peter's lap, head resting on his shoulder in the living room of his apartment, tangled together on his couch.

Previously, you started explaining him the plot of the interesting book you were currently reading because he knew you loved doing that, and he loved listening to you talk about whatever was on your mind. As you continued reading he tried doing the same but eventually dozed off with his hand over your shoulder, his head above yours. You were too preoccupied by the book to notice, but eventually the calm surroundings had your eyelids start feeling heavy and the words on the pages began merging together. Sleep slowly reached you aswell, as you gave in.

Peter's hair fell over your forehead, leaning into each other comfortably as you slept in peace.

It was already dark outside when you woke up from your nap, confused but still comfortable and half asleep. That was until you saw what time it was on the clock by the television, suddenly snapping back to reality.

Your head rose from Peter's chest abruptly, the movement pulling him to consciousness. His hand searched for you, turning to the side with closed eyes.

"Hmh?" He mumbled your name when he saw you sitting up, visibly dissapointed and stretching your arms.

"We were asleep for three hours" you yawn. "I could've got so much stuff done. Like read this" you pick up the book that fell forgotten during your slumber. "Now I won't have time."

Peter sat up too, smiling despite your complaints. He looked like he just had the best sleep of his life.

"Aww", he cooes, "don't be upset. It's Sunday. What else were we to do?" He kisses your hand, his lips soft on your skin.

You weren't pleased with his excuses. "Not helping", you whine, preparing to crawl out of the cushions and stand up but Peter disapproved. He mumbles something, grabbing you by the wrist and pulling you back on the couch.

"No, not yet, learn to enjoy the moment", he lectures you. "You'll survive, believe me, for Christ sake."

This makes a laugh slip out of you suddenly, although still annoyed. Now that you thought about it, it actually wasn't so bad at all.

Your hand finds its path to his cheek, leaning down to kiss his nose before placing your head on his chest. He looked stunning, messy brown hair and big dark eyes. It was a weakness of yours.

"Sundays are actually stressful", you state with a sigh, burying your face into his sweatshirt.

"I don't think they're so bad." His fingers run through your silky hair.

"Yeah, 'cause you're a lazy ass."

He pretends to be offended by that comment, frowning and dropping his jaw. "That's mean."

"I mean, all you wanna do is snore and sleep all day, dragging me with you and passing your laziness on me", you roll yours eyes jokingly, hugging his waist.

"Guilty as charged, can you blame me?" He looks down on you and as you look up at him with a smile, he swore his heart stopped beating for a moment. You appeared as a godess before his eyes.

"And also", he shakes his head slightly, "since when do I snore ?"

You giggle, putting your hands over your face, causing his cheeks to go burgundy red. He just wanted to kiss you right now and never stop.

"Maybe you got too comfortable, I don't know." You were amused by his slight embarrassment, feeling strong fondness for him in that moment.

"You're mean, I'm not napping with you anymore", he looks away from you, trying to appear nonchalant but still joking around.

"Yes, do me that favor."

That sentence felt like a slap as he glared at you, knowing he should step up his game now, not let you win.

But you seemed to be having a lot of fun now, all the worry from earlier brushed off, laughing and enjoying yourself. After all, that was all he cared about. Just you being happy as you deserve.

"If that's what you really want, I'll manage somehow", he shrugs giving you the fake-sad doe-eyed look. That actually did the trick, unintentionally.

"No, I would never", you let go, taking his hand in yours as you sat up a little. You fiddle with his slender, pale fingers. "I had a good rest."

Peter was satisfied, admiring you under the weak lamp light. "Me too", he confirms, a wide grin on his face, stroking your hair. "And I just guilt-tripped you."

You scoff, lightly punching his shoulder as he laughs. You take a second to observe him. A strange feeling of gratitude flooded over you, feeling lucky to have him as your boyfriend.

You shake your head. "I don't care" You place your hands on each side of his face, bringing your lips to his, capturing them in a loving kiss.

Peter melted instantly, putty in your hands. He let's out a small sound against your mouth. A few moments after, you pull away to catch your breath.

His lips stretch into a smug smile. "I love Sundays."

#tasm peter parker #peter parker x reader #tasm peter x reader #marvel x reader #tasm peter imagines #peter parker imagine #tasm peter x you #peter parker fic #peter parker fluff

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graymanshoots · 1 month

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Tender Love & Care

Simon ‘Ghost’ Riley x POC fem reader

Intimate fluff

A/n: Updates will be slow because I am still grieving but I hope

Prompt: Simon and you wind down after a long mission and he takes care of you

(Cute & Boring Domestic Life :D )

The car ride back home from base was comfortably silent. Simon's hand on your thigh as he drove down the long stretch of road. Your eyes were focused on your phone propped on the dashboard playing a movie as you took your cornrows out.

It had been a long couple of months on the job being moved from place to place to do whatever assignment you were given. You dreamed of the shower back home, the lukewarm temperatures and poor water pressure on base not enough to break the tension in your back. The biggest thing you missed was your shampoo and conditioner, your hair in need of some serious TLC after being stuck under a helmet or balaclava for the majority of your mission.

Finishing with your take down, you sighed in relief, and your head of messy and stretched-out hair hit the headrest. Simon's hand moved from your thigh up to your head and massaged your scalp for a little bit. “Don't touch my hair; it probably stinks,” you sighed, not taking any action to stop Simon's actions. “Don't seem to mind too much, love,” he responded before bringing his hand back down to your thigh, earning a displeased whine. He smirked and glanced at you. “Hey, don't get too upset, we're almost home,” he said, feeling relieved to actually be pulling into the familiar neighborhood.

After parking, the short trip inside of the apartment you shared with Simon was quick. The flat was cold and dark, but it was still a welcomed feeling now being able to fully relax. “Shower or bed?” Simon asked, resetting the security alarm now that the door was locked tight and his hands were empty. “Can't sleep with my hair like this,” you sighed, making your way down the hallway in the direction of your shared bedroom. Simon followed after you, leaving the bags in the living room, his arms coming around your waist just as you got to the door of your room. “I can help you with your hair, love. You're too tired,” Simon said, walking forward into the room with you still wrapped in his arms. It was an awkward waddle into the room that made you laugh before relaxing back into Simon. “You just want an excuse to touch my hair,” you accused, leaning your head back to look at him. A smirk played at his lips as he met your playful glare. “Guilty as charged.”

You scoffed and playfully pushed Simon away from you, his hold giving easily as he stepped back a few to take off his hoodie. You pulled your shirt off and kicked off your jeans, tossing both into the empty laundry basket sitting slumped in the corner of your room, your underwear soon following.

Simon let out a low whistle, and you flipped him the bird as you walked into the connected master bathroom. “Just admiring!” he called after you while removing his own clothes, his scarred pale chest contrasting with the tan of his arms from the hours of being out in the desert. “Any tanner and you'll be using my foundation, Simon,” you commented with a snort, seeing the very visible tan lines. “Shut it and get your ass in the shower,” Simon grumbled, rolling his eyes at your jokes, an unexpected smack hitting your ass as soon as you turned back to the shower, your neck turned so you could stick your tongue out at your boyfriend. “Fuck off!” you yelped, now keeping your cheeks covered from any further attack. A stifled chuckle had you turning to Simon with a glare as he shrugged like he didn't do a thing.

You shook your head and turned the water on, letting the temperature warm to perfection before getting in, a pleased sigh leaving your lips at the comfortingly warm water and good water pressure. “There ya go…” Simon hummed, stepping in after you; the shower had been altered to accommodate his size. Simon allowed you to lean against him with your back against his chest and his hands at your waist. The two of you just stood in comfortable silence, letting the water beat against your worn skin, tension breaking away from your muscles. Simon leaned forward and grabbed your washcloth before lathering it in the sweet aloe & coconut body wash that was sitting in the rack. He gently ran the soapy cloth over your shoulders and down your arms, pressing you to his chest when he smoothed over your hands. Simon pressed light kisses to the back of your neck as he moved over your chest and abdomen.

You soaped up and rinsed off together, but the sweet shower was far from over as your hand reached for the Mielle shampoo. “My favorite part,” Simon grinned, taking the bottle from you and squeezing a good amount into his large palm. “Your hair has grown since we’ve been gone,” he commented, massaging the shampoo into your scalp, a pleased moan coming from your lips. “At least there was minimum breakage,” you sighed, closing your eyes as Simon's fingers scratched at your scalp. He was so firm and gentle you could almost fall asleep, the sound of the shower reminding you of rain in a forest and the sweet smells of your body wash and shampoo bringing a smile to your face. “Are you sleepy, pretty girl?” Simon questioned, noticing you swaying on your feet a bit. You hummed in acknowledgment before bringing your head under the water to rinse out the pomegranate & honey shampoo. Once the water ran somewhat clear, you brought your head out and let Simon massage the conditioner into your hair. With the conditioner in your hair, Simon grabbed your detangling brush and gently ran it through your hair, trying to cause minimal discomfort. “Oh lord, what did I do to deserve you?” You whined, earning a chuckle from Simon. “I should be asking that same question, love,” he said, brushing through another section of hair. “I love your hair; it's so soft,” Simon commented, twirling a piece around his finger. “Like a dream…” he trailed off.

After rinsing the rest of the product from your hair, you soon found yourself wrapped in a warm towel and sitting cross-legged between Simon's legs on your bed as he two-strand twists your hair, something he learned to make your nights easier.

“Do we have any plans for tomorrow ‘cause I've got to get groceries or we’ll be eating take out for the week?” You asked, rubbing your body butter over your drying skin.

“I wouldn't mind ordering food tomorrow; let's handle the groceries on Tuesday,” Simon offered while applying leave-in to the small section of hair he was twisting up.

You hummed, rubbing some butter onto Simon's hairy legs. “You should let me wax your legs,” you started randomly, patting Simon's bare legs like bongos.

“Sure, why not!” he replied enthusiastically, causing you to straighten up with surprise.

“Really?”

“No.”

You immediately deflated when Simon's deadpanned rejection hit your ears, putting a hand to your heart as if you’d been shot. “You’ll live,” Simon scoffed, finishing up on the last twist. He patted your leg, signaling that you were done before running his hands through his hair with the excess product.

You let out a noise that could only be described as relief once Simon finished, throwing the towel to the side and moving on top of him. He circled his arms around your waist and leaned back into the mattress, pressing soft kisses to your lips.

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allocnddits · 2 months

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AZUL DA COR DO MAR pt.2 yt22

summary: brazilian!reader x yuki. part two of: Your friends want you to get together with Yuki so they plan a whole trip just for you to see each other again.

warnings: fingering, oral (fem rec), protected sex (wow) pure female pleasure

wc: 2k

notes: after a total of three people asking for this here it is. i am writing for the requests but this was already done so i rather post it now. enjoy!

You decided to take a long shower – a cold one at that – and wash your hair to relax. Yuki could hear the water hitting the tiles through your bedroom door as he checked, once in a while, if you had finished. When he heard the water stop and the glass door open he ran to his own room for a shower too, calculating that you’d have time to get dressed while he did. Minutes later he was knocking at your door.

“Come in” you said, making your bed. Yuki stood at the door for a couple seconds, eyes fixated on you. “cat got your tongue? or did you just forget what excuse you were gonna use to come in here?”

“You’re a tease” he blushed.

You nodded, a slight chuckle leaving your lips. “Come in, you can sit, just finishing some things.” you said as you walked back into your bathroom. “How are you liking it here?”

“It’s nice. Very warm, more than são paulo. I like it.” yuki really tried to concentrate on what he was saying but he had gotten a glimpse of you putting lotion on your legs from the open bathroom door and you had this god damned shorts and tank pajama set.

Of course the set was strategically picked but he wasn’t innocent either, showed up to your door wearing only sweatpants, his tanned chest and messy hair still damp from the shower. It was safe to say you were driving each other insane. He just wanted to be inside of you and watch you squirm under him.

You walked to the edge of the bed, standing in front of him, between his legs. “Stop looking at me like this”

“Like what?”

“Like you want to touch me and fuck me but won’t actually do it.” you rested your hand on his cheek, he leaned onto it.

“Do you want me to touch you and fuck you?” he teased, testing the waters as if somehow he still didn’t realize you were down bad for him. His chin now resting on the exposed slit of your stomach as hands rested on your hip bones and he maintained the eye contact, waiting for your response.

“Since you took me to your stupid hotel room and refused to do it.” you answered, fingers combing his hair back.

“ ‘M sorry I just didn’t want to be the type of guy that takes you out to dinner just to fuck you. And you were drunk, I couldn’t do that to-“

“Just shut up” you leaned down to kiss him, your hand still on his face and he stretched the most he could, chasing your lips. His hands on your waist traveled down, going past the waistband of your tight shorts, cupping your ass only to feel your thin thong on his fingertips. Feeling unhinged he snapped it against your skin, making you feel the sting right in your asshole. You gasped into the kiss, a small smile adorning your face now. He took advantage to pull away from your lips and make you stand up straight as he kissed your stomach, his fingers lifting up your top and budging it up right under your boobs.

Yuki rested his chin back on your stomach as his fingers reached your shorts “Can I?”

You nodded, feeling his hands go back inside your shorts and drag them down till they fell to your ankles. As you stepped out of them his middle fingers reached for the visible wet spot on your pink underwear, tightly circling it. He pulled you closer, hugging the back of your thighs so he was face to face with your cunt, he could practically smell your arousal.

You reached for the thin side of your underwear and pulled them down, making him pull his hand away and reconnect it immediately to your naked cunt.

“Need to get my mouth on you. Can i?” he looked up.

“Yes, yuki, anything you want, just please do something” He stood up from the bed, turning you around with a hand on your waist, making the back of your legs hit the bed.

“Lay down then”

And you did, he crawled over you, telling you to lay against the pillows and spread your legs so he could lay between them. Yuki smiled before hooking his arms under your legs and pulling you closer to his face. He kissed and sucked on your thighs, leaving a mark on the inside, earning a unsatisfied groan from you but it was soon replaced by a sigh when he placed a kiss right on top of your clit. His tongue licked up your slit, stopping at your clit and circling it before going all the way down again and poking at your hole. Your hands go down to his hair, fingers locking on the damp strands as his mouth slowly moved to your clit, sucking your lips on the way up.

He focused his mouth on your clit as his fingers made their way to your entrance, teasing with circles and poking before making their way in. He already knew, from earlier, what he could do to you with just his fingers, but now, with the help of his mouth, he was sure to drive you insane. Yuki took his free hand up your body, soft touches to your waist making you shiver and squirm, his hand reached for your boob, going under your thin top and tugging on your nipple. With his arm now against your chest he could feel how you started to heave when he curled his fingers up to your cervix. Your stomach started to tense up when he pulled his lips away from you and blew directly on your clit just to tease you.

“Yuki, please” you literally whined

“What do you want, baby? Tell me” he asked between kisses on your thighs.

“Don’t stop, please” you said, pushing his head back down to where you needed him.

He smirked against your skin, satisfied with how desperate he had gotten you. His lips kissed down to your clit again, immediately starting to suck on it, now determined to get you to cum for him, and you did. As soon as he sped up his fingers your legs tensed up around his head and the flick of his tongue made you fall apart. Yuki fingered you through your orgasm, kissing up your stomach all the way to your chest, where he pulled your shirt down to reveal your perky boobs. He left pecks all around your nipples before kissing you, your hand grasping at the hair on his neck as your tongue explored his mouth, begging for more.

“Are you gonna let me suck you off?”

“Maybe another time, wanna be inside you now” you nodded, letting him know you wanted it too. He reached in the pocket of his sweats, pulling a condom from it.

“You fucking slut.” you grinned and slapped his arm, squeezing it when you realized how thick he had gotten since the last time you saw him.

“Better be a slut than unprepared” he smirked as he got up to get rid of his clothes and put it on.

The second he was ready you pulled him back on top of you, kissing all over his neck as he aligned himself to your entrance. You smiled when his hair tickled your forehead as he pushed himself in, before he bottomed out and his head dropped to the crook of your neck and a soft groan left his lips. Your mouth fell open when he gave one more push of his hips to ensure he was all the way in before starting to build up his thrusts. In a couple of minutes he was pounding into you, small but strong movements that made his cock brush against your cervix, the soft moans that left your lips driving him insane.

Your hands were on him, one pushing his hair off his face and the other holding on to his shoulder. His cold chain was dangling in your face as he hovered you so you bit in down, stoping it from hitting your nose but it didn’t last long. Your mouth dropped open when he took his hand down back to your clit, toying with it between his fingers. You started to feel overwhelmed by the stimulation, feeling the coil in your stomach tighten as you got more desperate by the second. Your hands were now all over his back and neck as he hurried his face in your own, kissing and nibbling on it. Your legs wrapped around his waist, pulling him closer and possibly making it harder for him to fuck into you but the last thing you could do at that moment was think.

“Yuki, ‘m close, not gonna last long.” you whined.

“Got you, cum for me” he whispered against your lips, kissing them to shut you up before anyone heard you.

You really tried to keep it in but he was fucking you so deep that you just couldn’t, your moans kept spilling into his mouth and he couldn’t resist pulling away to hear you whispering his name and how good he was making you feel. You came almost aggressively, back arching off the mattress as Yuki kept fucking you through it, slower so he could watch your face.

“Fuck, Yuki, shit, so fucking good” you breathed out. You pulled him in for another kiss, your legs weak around his waist but still holding him so he wouldn’t move.

Your clenching around him had his orgasm so close, he just needed a little more. So he pushed your legs apart and started thrusting into you again, you couldn’t really control your volume after two orgasms so he covered your mouth with his hand till he was done. Yuki came in the condom, a couple grunts coming from him as his head fell to your shoulder and his body stilled and dropped on top of yours.

You hugged him, leaving a kiss to the side of his head after he left one behind your year. He rolled off you, both of you groaning when he pulled out, and you reached for his cock, taking the condom off of it and swiping your finger on his tip, collecting a bit of his cum to taste. He watched as you took the tip of your finger to your mouth and licked it humming when you caught his taste in your mouth.

“Good?” he teased and you nodded, blushing at the way he looked at you “Don’t go all shy now”

“I’m not, just the bliss of the orgasm”

“Good one, then?” he teased, pulling you in closer to his side, making you tangle your legs in his.

“Are you always this cocky when you make a girl come?”

“Just the ones that tell me i’m ’so fucking good’” he smiled, pulling the blanket to cover your bodies.

“You think they’re still up? I’m dying for a glass of water right now”

“I’ll get it, want some too.”

You watched as Yuki got up and put his sweats back on. If anyone looked at him they would tell right away that he had sex; his hair was a mess, his face was flushed and his back was red from your hands and nails, a hot look in your opinion but you really hoped no one caught him on the way to the kitchen.

He came back with two glasses of water, handing you one and resting the other on the bedside table. Yuki watched as you downed the cup of water in one go, feeling slightly cocky at it. “Want more?” he asked, handing you his own this time.

You take it and drink some more, finally satisfying your thirst and thanking him. “Did anyone see you?”

“No, they’re still outside playing pool”

“Don’t you wanna join them?” you asked as he settled on the bed.

“Do you want me to leave?”

“No, no, it’s not that. I just didn’t want you to feel like you had to do this whole thing just because we fucked, it’d be totally fine if you wanted to leave, you know?”

“So you want me to stay?”

You nodded as he got under the blanket and moved closer to him, tangling your legs together and laying your head on his shoulder. “Is this okay?” you asked, biting then kissing right where his jaw met his neck. He nodded, letting his hand snake down your back and rest on your ass.

#yt22 smut #yuki tsunoda smut #yt22 x reader #yuki tsunoda x reader #yuki tsunoda imagine #yt22 imagine #a writes

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royalarmyking · 1 year

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Can you do a Konig x Fem!reader please!!! It would be cool if they were in the camp and it was after a mission when the reader got injured? Maybe he trusts reader enough to take his mask off?!?!?!? Please make this happen, I need it!

yes ofc my good anonymous friend, i have something for you

Contains fluff, smoking, and some other stuff i probably didnt catch

Midnight Comforts

Knock knock. You woke up to a knock at your door. You look at your watch; 0142. Knock knock, more desperate this time. You get up, pulling a shirt on, and going to your door. You open the door to your room, and you are confronted by König.

“Do you have any idea what time-”you started fixing your messy hair. Before you could finish, he wrapped his arms around you. You wrap an arm around him, moving the other to the back of his head. He sighs in relief.

“I’m sorry about this, I just couldn’t sleep,” he explained, pulling away. “I couldn’t stop thinking about…”

You gently take his hand, seeing worry in his eyes. You pull him inside your room, allowing him to sit on your cot. You closed the door, and turned on the light beside your bed.

“Thanks for this,” König said quietly, looking up at you.

“You could sleep in here tonight, if you want,” you said, blushing slightly.

“Really,” he said, his voice strangled.

“Yea, stay for the night, you might get some sleep,” you reply.

“Seems like you want me to stay,” he said, his eyes squinting slightly.

“Maybe I'm just a little selfish,” you say, blushing. You lay down, back against the wall.

“Could I be a little selfish too,” he said, laying down facing you.

“If you’d turn the fucking light off first,” you reply. “Unless you want to sleep with the light on.”

He chuckled, turning the light off. “Now can I be selfish?”

“Fine,” you say.

He cups your face with his hands, looking into your eyes. He moved closer to you, lifting his mask, and gently kissing your lips. You close your eyes, moving your hands up his chest. After a moment, he pulled away.

“I half expected you to push me away,” König said, still cupping your face.

“I was hoping you would kiss me,” you respond.

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You woke up as your alarm went off. You had fallen asleep with König, and when you woke up, he wasn’t there. Fucking dreams, he wouldn’t come to me. Stupid girl. You got up from your cot, turning your alarm off. You pulled on ACU pants, and a black t-shirt, pulling your hair back into a military style bun.

After doing all things necessary in the bathroom, you went to the chow hall. You walk through the door, grab coffee, and sit in the back. This is my spot now. Soap and König were talking with Ghost and Price a couple tables away. König looked over Ghost’s shoulder, and gave you a small nod. You look down at her coffee.

“Excuse me,” you can hear König say. You look over and see him getting up from the table.

“This is important, König. Sit your ass down,” Captain Price replied.

“We can talk about it la’er in your office, be there,” Ghost said. König nodded in reply. He walked over to you, sitting across from you. You sat in silence for a moment.

“Sorry for leaving without waking you. I figured I had to get back to the barracks,” he said.

“What?” you responded. “I thought that was just a dream or something.”

“I’m glad it wasn’t,” he said, reaching for your hand.

“König, we shouldn’t do this. We’re going to get distracted by each other,” you said, pulling your hand away. “What if you get hurt because of……because of me?”

“I don’t care,” he said, reaching for your hand again, tipping over your coffee. You scramble out of your chair as the hot coffee spilled on your shirt.

“Motherfucker,” you say loudly, as the coffee burns your skin.

“Scheiße, I'm sorry,” König said, getting up hastily and bumping the table. By then everyone in the chow hall was looking at you, Ghost and Price shaking their heads, Soap laughing slightly.

“It’s fine,” you say, pulling your shirt away from your body. “I’ll be back.”

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“Why doesn’t he understand that no means no,” you say, talking to yourself. You pulled off your shirt, your hair coming undone slightly. Knock, knock, knock.

“One sec,” you reply, grabbing a shirt. Before you could get to the door, König had opened it. You immediately cover your chest with your shirt, holding it tight to your body.

“Scheiße, sorry,” he said, turning slightly, and putting his hand and the side of his face, shielding his view.

You blushed, quickly putting your shirt on, and trying to stop your cheeks from turning red. “You can look now,” you say, impatiently.

He moved his hand and shifted his body back so he was facing you.

“Sorry ‘bout that,” he said, his accent richer than before. He paused, looking you up and down slowly, so you did the same.

This was the first time you had gotten a good look of the giant that stood before you. You allowed her gaze to move down his body. His defined shoulders rippled under his thin black shirt. You let her gaze travel further down, first looking at his surprisingly small waist, then his… you feel your face getting hot. The bulge in his cargo pants had never caught your eye, but that seemed to be all you could look at. You look back up quickly, his stark blue eyes meeting yours.

“Can I have a smoke,” you said, after a couple seconds.

“Ja,” he said, hesitantly. He passed you a cigarette, then lit it for you. You put it in her mouth, then opened the window in your room. A cool breeze blew through the window, reminding you that the day was giving way to night. You felt him walk up beside you. From the corner of your eye, you see him lifting up his mask, allowing it to sit on the bridge of his nose. You move closer to him slightly, your arms rubbing, but he didn't seem to notice. You give up after a couple minutes, moving back to your original spot, a couple inches away from him. You were held back by him. He grabbed your arm, and was looking at you, hopefulness in his eyes. You allow him to move your body. He maneuvered you so that you were between his arms, looking at him. He took the cigarette out of your mouth.

“You’re too pretty to smoke,” he said, throwing the cigarette out the open window behind you. He took the cigarette out of his own mouth, moving your head with his hand, and blowing smoke out your window.

You grab his cigarette, and threw it out the window, giving him a teasing look. He smirked slightly and you notice the scar on his upper lip. He could feel you looking at it, so he let his veil go back down over his mouth. You reached up, gently pulling his face closer. He picked you up, and smoothly set you down on the windowsill, allowing his hands to rest on your lower back. He looked at you, waiting for your next move, his gaze unyielding.

You wrap one of your legs around his, bringing him closer. He had to lean down slightly. You lifted his mask, once again allowing it to sit on the bridge of his nose. You look at the light stubble on his chin, allowing him to lean closer. His lips met yours, his arms tightening around you. Before he could stop, you have a hand on the back of his neck, not allowing him to pull away. He kissed you more aggressively, still holding you lightly, delicately even. You found one of his belt loops, grabbing it, pulling him closer, and holding on tightly.

He slid his lips away from yours, kissing your jaw, making his way down your neck. You move your head so he could get more of you, yearning to know what’s hidden under his veil. König stopped suddenly.

“What,” you asked him, scanning what you can see of his face.

“Would you judge me if I took my veil off?” he said after a second's hesitation.

like for part 2! -Edit; part two here

Edit; 'Scheiße' is fuck in German, in case there was any confusion

#call of duty #cod mw2 #cod könig #konig mw2 #konig x reader

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eviesaurusrex · 1 year

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“15. finding excuses to be alone with each other” With Bucky Barnes 🥰

I always do this too but then I get really nervous when it actually happens 😂

I never did that, but it sounds so bloody sweet. I hope you like with what I came up!

Bucky Barnes x (implied) Stark!Reader (sorry)

warnings: fluff, maybe some anxiety and intrusive thoughts by our baby boy, short mention of mind-reading abilities

word count: 1.5k

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The team—consisting of Steve, Sam, Natasha, Clint, and Bucky—had just returned from their mission in the snowy depths of Poland, still partially in their tactical gear, heavy duffle bags thrown over their shoulders or tiredly carried in their hands. Bucky felt as if he could sleep for hours if he hit the bed any time soon, and even thought the nightmares wouldn’t plague him as much as they usually used to, but he couldn’t fool himself that much. Instead, he dreaded the return to the empty bedroom he called his ever since joining his best friend and being out of rehab. He would much more prefer it if he could grab one of the books neatly stacked on the bookshelf—the only furniture, other than his closet, really in constant use—and make himself comfortable in the lounge or in the labs with…—

As the thought struck him, not really out of the blue because he was constantly thinking about her, Bucky stopped in his tracks and made Sam almost run into him on his way to his own room on their shared floor. “What the…? Could you please not randomly stop in front of my face?!” The brooding soldier didn’t even spare a glance at the complaining man in his back, who got on his nerves on a daily basis and let the duffle bag fall from his left shoulder as if suddenly pummeled by almost excruciating pain.

Steve had turned at the commotion in his back, eyes swiftly moving over the two men he considered his closest friends, before taking Bucky in, who now had even grabbed the base of his freshly crafted metal arm and let his shoulder slowly but steadily rotate. “You alright, Buck?” The brunet felt awful for worrying Steve in such a matter, knowing how the blond tended to be the mother hen of the entire group, always looking out for each and everyone, but he couldn’t help himself. So, he shrugged with the unharmed shoulder, fingers still closed around the metal covered by the rigid fabric of his combat jacket. “Not sure. Felt it earlier too. Probably should get that checked out,” Bucky muttered and attempted to gather the bag from the floor, but Steve was fast to stop him. “I got this, pal. Go and let someone take a look at it, but I need their approval to let you back in the field.”

With that, the blond soldier grabbed his bag and continued his way while Sam threw him a suspicious look as he walked past him, following the whispering and gossiping rest. He didn’t bother to listen in on them and instead turned back to where he came from and entered the labs next to the landing pad with the best view over the lake after a swipe of his keycard. The music, which had played until the glass door opened in front of him, stopped as soon as he stepped into the spacious room, equipped with the best of the best—at least, he assumed it because he didn’t know a single thing by name or function in his line of sight.

Tranquility found its way into his constantly working and often haunted mind, letting the tension in his shoulders disappear like snow at the sight of spring’s first sunshine, and he finally was able to take a deep breath, even before his eyes found a messy mop of hair peeking between screens and equipment.

“If you think you need to drag me out for another unnecessary father-daughter lunch date, you can immediately turn on the spot and move your ass out of here agai—…”

Her sentence ended as she looked up and saw him standing in the middle of her sacred space instead of her father. Bucky could see how her eyes widened a fraction, only a second, before a radiant smile crept onto her already pretty face. “James,” YN greeted him with the same tone she always used when talking to him—always so incredibly soft as if he was something precious she needed to protect. He didn’t think he was or that he even deserved an ounce of her kindness and gentleness, but he couldn’t keep his distance either.

“Hey, doll.” The nickname had started to slip naturally some time ago, but gladly, YN never seemed to hold any objections against it. Quite the opposite because he could always hear her heartbeat increasing while her cheeks blushed adorably. He could witness it just now, and that made him smile the first genuine smile since going on that mission. “What can I do for you? Is everything alright?” He remembered again with what excuse he had found his way into her presence and nodded, shame practically swirling in his body. “Uhm… I think something isn’t right with-with the arm,” Bucky managed to get out and felt even more ashamed at the sight of worry creeping up into her mesmerizing eyes, which had captured him since she first had laid them on him. “Oh, fuck. Okay, okay. We’ll get this fixed, yeah? I’m so sorry if it hurts or if the mission was at risk or if it troubled you or—…”

YN only stopped her rambling apology the moment she had reached him, and Bucky had gotten a soft hold of her hand. “It’s alright, doll. Really. Everyone came back without a scratch.” Except for your mind, the voice inside his head tauntingly whispered, but her touch was fast to silence it again. “Well, okay. Still, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have let you wear it without running some last tests after the transport from Wakanda.” The soldier followed her lead and tenderly squeezed her fingers, still entangled with his, as he sat on the chair she pulled out for him. “Actually, it’s nothing major. Probably have to still get used to it.”

It was a masterpiece she had crafted for him with the assistance of Shuri and the Wakandan materials, reminding him once more why he didn’t deserve this woman.

Her soft hands helped him out of his combat gear, leaving him with a bare chest in her labs, making him almost regret it. Bucky never liked it when she saw the many ugly scars and the deformed tissue that once was his left shoulder. But the moment her gentle fingers started to trace along the edge of his new arm where it was connected to the new prosthetic head, those thoughts almost entirely vanished, and his mind was only able to capture every angle and every expression of her face as she started to do her work.

“It looks good, great even. Almost… perfect.” Her whispering voice sounded as if YN was in a trance as her eyes wandered over every inch of his shoulder and the arm now resting in her hands, making him feel every single touch. “How’s the haptic feedback? Can you still feel…this?” He tried to look, but with a laugh, YN stopped him from moving his head by cupping his chin with her fingers. “No, don’t look. That’s not how those questions work. Your brain would tell you you feel something even if it’s not the case,” she grinned while Bucky thought his heart would explode every second at the even closer proximity of their faces.

At least he knew he wasn’t the only one realizing it, and a grin started to tuck at his lips. “Again. Do you feel this?” YN started to trace indecipherable patterns on his arm’s black and gold-infused vibranium, letting shiver after shiver run down his spine. “I never was good at guessing letters written on me,” the soldier mumbled, eyes almost entirely closed, imagining the sight of her fingertips tracing his arm wrapped around her middle in the morning light. “That’s okay.” Her words were just as quiet as his, and the sudden feel of her soft, warm lips pressing a gentle kiss to his temple made him gasp for air like some kind of unkissed boy whose crush took the first step in their own hands. His eyes shot open, and Bucky was faced with YN’s face and a tender smile playing around her lips. “You could’ve told me that nothing really was amiss, you know? I’m the last person who’d judge. I thought we already went past that.”

Swallowing, Bucky shrugged his shoulders and took the black shirt out of her hands after YN had handed it to him. “Steve said he would need your approval so I thought… No, wait. I didn’t really think. I’m… Shit, I’m sorry, doll.” Now he felt even worse than upon entering her safe space and bothering her with his nonsense, but as both her hands cupped his neck, he couldn’t hold back and wrapped his hands around her tiny-seeming wrists. “You never need to apolgize for coming here, James. I love your company. You’d never be a bother or a hassle or a nuisance, so stop thinking that.”

His eyes widened at that last comment, and YN shrugged, an embarrassed expression settling on her face. “It’s harder for me to shut your or anyone’s thoughts out when they trip into that direction. Sorry for prying and invading, and—…”

He shut her up by taking a leap of faith and kissed her.

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lokisgoodgirl · 2 years

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That Little Dress: Clandestine F*cks [Avenger!Loki x Fem.Reader] 18+

Part of the Clandestine F*cks Collection [Link] A link to my regular Masterlist is HERE Summary: (13) The Avengers Expo rages on, but after your confessions of love, you and Loki have a little afterparty of your own Warnings: 18+ Minors DNI. Smut. Descriptive Oral Sex (F). Anal Play (Mild). Language. Secret Relationship.(w/c 2.3k)

“I want you to ruin me” you whispered, feeling Loki’s breath hitch beneath your palm.

It had been a long night at the Expo. The familiar surroundings were a balm after hours of painful schmoozing, ending with a covert walk from the limo to Loki's rooms.

You had made your excuses to leave before the others, but your secret lover had slipped away earlier unseen. No one would be back at the tower for hours.

“Ruin you?” Loki murmured, running his hands over the curve of your waist still wrapped in that sinfully tempting dress, “why would I wish to ruin what is mine, my love?”

Loki had arrived thirty minutes before you, but had thoughtfully remained dressed in his black Armani suit. His tie was hanging loose around his neck, several buttons undone: the luxuriously woven wool clinging to his muscular limbs in all the right places.

Tonight, you had seen so many women starting at him with blatant thirst. Their eyes crawled over his thick thighs and perfect ass; his wide shoulders atop that strong torso that demanded attention.

They were wondering what it would be like to run their hands through his hair, what it would be like to fuck him. You could almost hear their pussies clench as he passed, the scent of him, the magnetism of him. He could have had anyone he chose.

You had been desperate for him for hours, despite your dangerous quickie backstage. Needy wetness pooled between your legs, sliding between your thighs as you circled each other, mingling with the crowd. Stolen glances were all that you had allowed yourself.

You slipped his tie between your fingers, inhaling the weight of the exquisite cologne that clung to the sliver of bare skin between the open buttons of his shirt. “Say that again please…” you murmured, raising your face to meet his sultry stare.

“My love” Loki whispered knowingly against your cheek.

“My love” you repeated softly, running your hand to rub the growing hardness in his trousers, “I want you to ruin me.”

Loki growled, sending you flying backwards to land square in the middle of his bed. The alluring emerald chiffon of your dress spread around your legs as you bounced, the high thigh split lying open teasingly as his eyes ran wantonly over your body.

You placed your hands behind your hips, pushing your cleavage out with innocent eyes as he crawled towards you.

His gaze was smouldering, brimming with primal lust as he leant back on his knees. Trouser creases gathered around his hips, straining over that deliciously thick cock outlined against the fabric.

“That little dress” he muttered darkly, shaking his head, “the thoughts it has put in my head this night are positively obscene.”

“Show me” you whispered, running your palms up his spread thighs. He groaned as your touch reached his crotch, squeezing the girth that sat so tantalisingly beneath the soft wool.

With a hungry gasp, his mouth descended on yours; devouring you as he lowered you backwards. Loki’s fingers ran a trail down your cleavage, the structured V of your neckline a teasingly sculpted path for his touch to play.

“I love you, darling” he whispered solemnly between messy kisses, his tongue massaging yours, moaning gently.

“I love you, Loki” you sighed, running a hand through his dark hair. The adrenaline level in your blood hadn’t dropped since you had first heard those words from his lips mere hours before. You wondered if it ever would.

“Say that again” he murmured coyly against your ear, the velvet teasing of his words echoing yours making your hips rise involuntarily.

“I love you, Loki.”

He released a deep sigh into your hair. In one swift movement, he slid the pillow from beneath your head as you squealed in surprise: chuckling above you. He placed it to the side, his hands returning to trail down your stiff bodice.

“You realise that that little dress would have you locked away on Asgard?” he muttered, his fingers tracing the bare skin below your heart, “Inciting lust, I believe is the charge.”

“Inciting lust?” you giggled, “that’s a crime?”

Loki raised an eyebrow, regarding you with a regal air of seriousness. “Indeed, darling. Such wanton displays carry a price. Inciting lust within a Prince carries a particularly heavy penalty.”

He thrust his hips forward lightly, watching your eyes fall on his straining arousal with amusement. “Now what was that you were saying about ‘ruining’ you?”

The god effortlessly lifted your hips, sliding the pillow beneath them. You giggled as he gripped the sides of your thighs, fingertips digging into the soft flesh beneath the skirt of your dress. Dexterous fingers crept under the side-split, gripping your seamless thong and sliding it gracefully down your legs.

“Shall we try some further exploration tonight, my love?” he murmured, inhaling the damp wetness of your panties before casting them aside.

You nodded. You had talked about introducing anal play, slowly...of course. Although you would be lying if you said that tonight you didn’t want him to take you straight away. It was tempting. The thought made you squirm with desire as he towered above you in all his glory, removing his suit jacket and vanishing it into thin air.

He rolled up the sleeves of his shirt, letting you enjoy the sight as his muscular forearms were slowly revealed; biceps flexing beneath that perfectly fitted expensive cotton. The sexual energy coursing from him was intolerable.

Dark hair fell around his perfectly chiselled face as he plotted the ways to make you a shuddering mess beneath his touch. Your hips thrust upwards as he knelt toward you, placing deep kisses from the inside of your knee to the top of your inner thigh, brushing the green chiffon to the side.

You closed your eyes, bracing yourself for the imminent wave of bliss. A short gasp escaped you as Loki’s warm tongue graced your centre, the flat softness pressing gently against your soaking heat.

“Fuuuuck, Loki…” you groaned, as he chuckled against your wet slit.

He knew exactly how you liked it. Slow and methodical. Building your pleasure with every careful lap of his tongue. It caressed between your folds, winding around your plump lips and pausing to suck them gently between his teeth as you thrust up to meet his open mouth.

His tongue dipped inside your core, making you moan his name shamelessly as he pressed the expanse of it against your swollen clit, sliding back and forth.

He was such a tease, but he knew what he was doing. And gods above, he was extremely good at it. You gripped the bedsheets as you cried out, needy pants rumbling from his throat as he pleasured you, enjoying every second of his submission to your bliss.

You rubbed your foot against his thigh, sliding up to feel the hard length of flesh pressing tightly against his trousers. Loki hissed against your skin, dipping deeper into your cunt; desperately burying his face between your open thighs.

You loved the sounds he made when he worshipped you, every well-earned whimper drawn from your lips making him harder.

Loki’s hands cupped your ass beneath the folds of your dress, raising your legs to rest on his shoulders. His eyes flickered upwards to yours. They glinted with pure mischief; the only feature of his beautiful face visible as he wrapped your thighs around his jaw, that talented tongue never ceasing.

“Lower…?” you pleaded, gazing up at him with your forehead creased in shameless pleasure. The fireworks in your stomach sizzled with a primal desire for him to enact the dirty whispers that had so enthralled you. Naughty, filthy. God, you wanted to feel that relentless tongue slide against the rim of your ass; the god of sex between your raised legs making you yield to him in every way imaginable.

He winked from between your thighs, flicking his tongue briefly over your clit in response. Tease, you thought, as you felt his hand brush underneath your elevated hips.

Loki ran his middle digit leisurely between your soaking folds, coated in a mix of arousal and saliva. He looked at the finger with a smile, licking his lips before latching greedily back onto your warm heat, making your eyes roll back.

Between your loud moans of pleasure, you felt his digit begin to rub your delicate back passage, the soft pressure making your stomach clench with unadulterated need. He circled the entrance, timing each rotation to the swirl of his tongue through the crevices of your pussy. It felt so naughty. So dirty. You were in heaven.

In that moment, you would let him flip you over and take you in any way he chose. You could imagine him tearing aside the layers of chiffon wrapped around your body to reveal what he craved. You wanted to feel his strong cock overwhelm you from behind, fuck you like an animal beneath his primal strength. It felt so fucking good.

“Lokiiii” you moaned desperately, feeling the thrill of taboo-laden orgasm building as he rocked you against his face. His muffled moans filled the air as he lapped religiously at your elevated cunt. A free hand slid down the bodice of your dress, grasping against the stiff material that concealed your breasts as the other massaged your back entrance.

You had never let any man touch you there, and now...you were glad. Loki discovering new pockets of undiscovered bliss was erotic beyond words, a pilgrimage of his devotion.

His finger edged slowly inside the tight muscle, dipping only a centimetre or two as you squeezed your thighs around his neck.

“God, baby it feels so good” you groaned, willing him to go deeper. He purred his approval as your hips raised further to his masterful tongue, keeping you balanced on the edge of climax as he sucked your clit gently.

The god withdrew the tip of his finger, rubbing the hallowed entrance again with a pulsing motion, enjoying the whimpers which fell from your lips as you teetered on the brink.

“Lick me lower...I want more, baby please” you whined, seeing the corner of his eyes crinkle in amusement.

He shook his head. In one motion, he lowered your hips to the bed: freeing himself from the grip of your thighs around his neck. "Not tonight, darling" he murmured, spreading your knees as you squirmed, mourning the loss of the delicate, forbidden touch of his finger.

Loki placed a solitary kiss on your stomach before lowering his face to your dripping pussy once again. You could feel the wet patch on the bed against your lower back between every gentle keen of your hips, the promise of climax dancing behind your eyes.

The sight of his cheekbones hollowing with every long lick against your core. His burning gaze enjoying the muscles in your face twitching with pleasure. His thick, strong arms wound around your thighs. The sight of his hair tangled between your fingers as he ate your pussy without mercy...

“Fuuuuuck, Loki…Loki, godddddd” you groaned loudly, making the most of the empty rooms above and below. “I’m gonna come, b-baby...do you want me to c-come in your..uhhh, fuck...in your m-mouth?”

The question was unnecessary, but it made your stomach soar watching his eyes glaze with desire as you asked it.

He nodded enthusiastically, releasing a deep moan. His nose brushed against your clit as he fucked you with his tongue, rocking you backwards and burying deeper between your thighs.

You felt the wet warmth glide dangerously close to your back entrance. God, how you craved it, you thought, as he returned to lapping your clit in the way he knew drove you to the edge of sanity.

With a strangled cry of his name, you came. Your fingertips pressed into his scalp as he finished you, holding your juddering thighs still. Loki groaned with you as you rode out your high, gently licking the centre of your pussy as your breaths staggered through sighs of release.

You tried to steady your breathing as he crawled up your body, pushing the fabric of your dress so it fanned around your hips. “Goddess” he murmured, a wide slick of your cum smeared across his chin.

There was a sharp buzz as your phone vibrated from your bag. “Leave it” he muttered knowingly, burying his face in your neck with a deep kiss. “It could be important, Loki” you giggled, as the phone buzzed again. “I’ll be two seconds…”

You could almost hear his eyes roll as you stood with difficulty, padding across the bedroom to where you had discarded your bag.

6 New Messages

Shit, you thought. All from Wanda. You hadn’t had a chance to say goodbye to her at the Expo. You checked the latest one.

‘Where the hell are you? I need to talk to you.’

You replied quickly, hearing a huff from the god on the bed. I’m fine! Just tired. See you tomorrow at 10 xx

Your gaze flickered to Loki who had also conjured his phone, looking at the screen with a frown as he leant back against the headboard.

“Everything alright?” you said lightly, your dress fluttering around your legs as you swept back onto the bed, straddling your lover. His phone disappeared in a flash of seidr, a smile returning to his solemn features.

“Yes darling” he said, drawing a finger across your cheek. “Megan sent a reminder regarding tomorrow’s evaluation, that’s all.”

You frowned. “Megan?”

“Yes darling” Loki repeated, his hands running down your back and scooting you over his crotch.

Gentle thrusts of his concealed cock grazed your soaking, naked pussy through the wayward fabric of your dress. “She will be the operations liaison present. She wants to see me beforehand, it’s not important.”

Loki leant forward to kiss you, his desperate thrusts against your slippery heat becoming harder as he sought relief.

“Shall we take this dress off?” you whispered coyly, unbuttoning his shirt as his lips made their way wantonly down your cleavage.

A dark moan escaped his throat, rumbling around the room as you purposefully rubbed your centre firmly against the thick protrusion in his trousers.

“I don’t think so, my love” he purred.

“That little dress is going to stay on all night. And I intend to appreciate it as it deserves. Loudly.”

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ladyelissarose · 1 year

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‘I See You’

Jake ‘Hangman’ Seresin x high school teacher female reader

No use of ‘Y/n’ but is referred as Miss or as teacher

Summary; As a high school teacher, sometimes the grading of terribly written homework or trying to teach rowdy teenage students was more than hard. You’d always arrive looking very put together and tidy up, but after the bell rang, you look like a hurricane swept you away. So to drain out your especially long week, and to feel a little boost of self confidence, you take it upon yourself to drink all negativity away at the Hard Deck, hoping it’ll do the job for you. And in your attempt to feel good about yourself and to impress a certain aviator that caught your eye, you make an unnecessary choice, that leaves you almost in shambles. Until this aviator comes around to pick you up, and tell you you’re enough.

Warnings: mentions of alcohol, lots of drinking and flirting, slight humiliation (not from Jake!) some angst, but mostly fluff and two idiots who fall in love!! Kind of a slow burn... LONG ASS ONE-SHOT

“Alright class- Benjamin sit down please- oh god! Jamie your pencil isn’t a cigarette stop trying to lit that up- where did you even- ugh... just give me the lighter please.”

You walk towards the back of your classroom of high school 10th graders and take away a small lighter that Jamie happened to bring in. You then eyed for Benjamin to take his seat along with a quick snap to your fingers at Corrie and Hailey who kept whisper gossiping about who knows what. Finally when your class seemed to get it together and finally listen, you felt ready to explain the day’s plans as simply as possible, so they all wouldn’t have an excuse for missing anything. Once you stood at your desk, which was small and white, had a pile of turned in homework that Friday morning along with your laptop and a few nick-knacks, you leaned against it as you began,

“Alright class... today we’ll be doing something different. You’ve all worked hard on your past assignments and essays, so I thought I’d give you all a treat-“

Damion then raised his hand while bouncing his leg up and down rapidly,

You stopped your announcement and kindly glanced at the black haired, hazel eyed boy as you asked nicely,

“Yes Damion?”

He put his hand down to now scratch his shaggy hair as he put forth a question,

“Is food going to be involved-“

You immediately raised your hand to stop him,

“Nope! Not when you guys are prone to start large food fights in my classroom. Last pizza party was disastrous and I will not allow another chance for it again.”

You remember clearly that food-war-zone day, you had left your classroom for about 5 minutes just to pick up the ice cream you had bought them from the lunch room, when you came back let’s just say a grenade of pizza sauce had exploded in the room. You understood that kids were messy and crazy, but not to this level. It’s took hours to clean it all up yourself, you didn’t dare want to punish them and make them stay and clean it, because you didn’t want problems with their parents (who weren’t always the nicest.) You then promised yourself that you’d never again bring food back into your classroom, no matter how many times they begged for it.

You then added to your speech,

“Now for the rest of you, please wait till I finish then you ask questions.”

In sync your little gremlins all replied while looking at little sad at the mention of not having a pizza party,

“Yes Missss.”

Smiling proudly to yourself you then continued,

“So to cut to the chase sense you all seem a little anxious today, I have invited special guests to join us. A couple of Naval Aviators from here in Fighter Town are coming over to share with us their experience as Aviators. It took a lot of time for me to convince them that it’ll help us understand their work and it’s purpose. The learning of responsibility and obedience. So, If any of you have questions, you may ask them, but PLEASE... please be polite. They have hard jobs and have more than enough to tolerate already with their superiors and co-workers... and they don’t need more of that especially from students like you. So again I ask, be polite, reflect who we are as a classroom of World History, and learn something.”

You gave them all a reassuring smile before adding lastly,

“Any questions- oh yes Thomas?”

Thomas flipped his black gel pen in hand as he commented,

“Do we look like kindergarteners to you? I mean respectfully, cause I thought only elementary did like... that kind of stuff.”

A frown found your face but you shook it off as quickly as possible, not wanting to appear hurt or offended by your class. You really felt that this would be a great experience for them. It was different and really cool all at once, your uncle was a Naval Aviator, and the dream to always be like him fascinated you, but because of your really short height, you obviously didn’t pass. And soon that passion grew into the dream of becoming a professor. But that never changed the way you felt and appreciated about the Navy all in one. With your hands fiddling behind your back nervously you replied,

“I know you all are very intelligent and are in a higher level of education, but... I feel that today’s experience will let you all feel relaxed... believe me when I say you won’t regret it.. now they‘ll be here in a few-“

Knock Knock Knock!!

A soft gasp left your lips as you signaled the class,

“That must be them, stay seated please, and be nice. Let me talk to them for a minute.”

You naturally fixed your hair and made sure your dress was respectfully fixed well before opening the door to the most handsome man you have ever seen in your entire life.

‘Oh my god he’s charming! - ok get it together... you’re a teacher for crying out loud.’

With the best smile you could offer when feeling now super nervous and sorta shy, you beamed with your hand stretched out,

“Good afternoon sir.”

The tall, blond aviator who wore a green flight suit that was decorated with different patches and wore his flight vest over, sported the grandest grin while flashing his perfect white teeth. He grasped your hand gently but firmly as he let his green jaded orbs rest on yours, his voice was sweet but steady, kind of had a southern accent to it as he introduced himself,

“Good afternoon, Miss. I’m Lieutenant Jake Seresin... and these two behind me are my wing buddies.”

Jake let your hand go and you held it against your chest, missing his warmth and feeling, and ignoring the way you felt a spark hit from the second you touched him. You watched him attentively as he pointed to two other aviators that had arrived, another tall aviator that had the cutest mustache that suited him perfectly, he had calm hazel eyes and a warm smile, he wore beige Khakis that had a few medals of different awards on his chest along with a shining, gold pin of wings on top of them. And next to him stood a female, who had the most beautiful smile and homey brown eyes, she stood tall but relaxed in her very well pressed, dress blues, and in her hand she held her Dixie cap,

‘How elegant.’

You thought, as you approached the two other aviators with a welcoming hand shake to each,

“It’s a pleasure to meet you.”

The mustache aviator shook your hand next as he introduced,

“You too Miss, I’m Lieutenant Bradley Bradshaw.”

He made you feel at ease and comfortable, with his kind and soft tone. Then you turned to the beautiful brunette as you did the same,

“Such a pleasure ma’am.”

“Likewise Miss, I’m Lieutenant Natasha Trace. I love your dress by the way.”

She ended her sentence with a wink that made you feel appreciated and flustered. You looked down at your simple Navy blue dress that rested at your knees. You tried not to stutter as you replied,

“T-Thank you, Lieutenant.”

She sent you a firm but kind nod, then you turned back to the door of your classroom as you began,

“Alright Lieutenants, so I was just hoping you can maybe explain your field of work, and hopefully answer some questions they might ask?”

Bradley nodded approvingly before asking,

“How long do we have?”

You glanced at your watched before replying,

“As long as your willing to be here, class ends at 3:30, it’s barley 2. So from here till then all the time is yours if you want to stay till it ends or go early, either is fine.”

Jake smiled proudly as he checked with Bradley,

“We could do till 3:30 right?”

Natasha replied for Bradley,

“Oh yeah, Mav said we could have the day.”

Bradley’s eyes lit while turning to look at you,

“We’ll be staying till the bell rings.”

You almost jump with joy but stay planted on the ground with a bright smile instead,

“Great! Come on in please.”

You then lead them inside of your classroom, confident to know that your classroom will be still sitting in their chairs, looking quiet and obedient, but instead you find a WWE match going on. Jensen and George are standing on their desk and trying to aim for a first punch while steadying their feet on their wobbly desks. Some of your student are cheering them on while a couple others are filming it, most of the girls seem to be huddled up in a corner chatting loudly and lastly, your computer sits open at your desk with a couple of your boys on it. You knew that your students were the craziest in the entire school, sense 9th grade all the teachers knew it, and warned you that for some reason they all were just rowdy and not always the best listeners. You’ve heard that they’ve been through many teachers and substitutes, all who could never stand them, and left because they couldn’t tolerate them, so it was a shock to them when you took the classroom under your wing, and faithfully been there for the past 4 months, while others only last a school week or less. You could feel the hurt and disappointment clutching your heart almost immediately at the sight, but before you could say anything, a sharp whistle came from behind you along with a set of simple words,

“Can I have your attention please?”

You faced the source of the voice, Natasha was the one who spoke up after Bradley whistled. Your class filled with quick ramblings and all of them ushered themselves to their respectful seats, (Jensen fell off his desk and you were quick to run and help him up after you saw that everyone ignored him, but Jake grasped your upper arm and held you in place, without saying a word.) You didn’t dare move after his touch left you, and you all waited till the classroom was quiet and orderly. After a few seconds you spoke up to the Lieutenants, you eyes locked on Natasha’s because she was the female here, and Jake made you too shy as nervous, while with Bradley well, nothing was wrong with him, he’s perfect, but sense Natasha was the female there, she made you feel more open and forward as you apologized,

“I’m sincerely sorry for this welcoming, we talked about this.”

Jake shook his head no at you, looking reassuring as he directly told the classroom,

“It’s not your Teachers fault, that you children don’t listen. She’s a fine woman, we can see it, so please, learn from her... can we do that?”

The classroom nodded their heads attentively, all while gawking at them three like if they were celebrities. You saw their reaction and felt a little joy come over the upset feeling you had, and even more when Chad asked,

“How many more different uniforms do you guys have? Their pretty cool.”

Jake beamed proudly as the question was asked to him, and he replied simply but with a joking tone,

“The Navy has a whole wardrobe for its sailors, that’s why we’re known to be the fanciest and most stylish.”

The few chuckles and giggles could be heard all around, and you felt yourself relax a bit as you continued to hear most of your class ask polite and very interesting questions, all that were answered as best as possible by all three aviators. It was like if there rebellious switch had turned off as they now became very attentive and sweet. It relived you’re and made you take a good breather for a moment. Your attention was mainly focused on Jake, who’s smile made your tummy turn with butterflies and his voice made you love it more and more.

Your thoughts flew around in your head like free eagles,

‘I wonder if he smiles like that all the time? Or who he shares that smile with... he probably has someone home... taken he is perhaps-‘

“What the hell is going on in here?”

You held in a gasp as you faced your boss, the principal of the school. He stood at the door with a look of disappointment,clearly not pleased with who you had brought in, but you were quick to stand tall and defend these aviators. You walked to stand in front of them, as if protecting them as you began to explain,

“Mr. Cosmo, I invited a few Naval Aviators from the Aviation base to come and share a few things with our class today, they seem to like it, and these aviators have been the absolute best with us.”

You stand there confidently with your response, believing it was the best yet. But Mr.Cosmo didn’t think so, as he sighed with irritation. He then eyed the aviators that stood behind you with utter disgust before ordering in a low, stern tone, that made your blood go to your feet.

“Get them out of my class room... now.”

Your face dropped with confusion and you stuttered,

“W-Wait sir, please- I think-“

Mr.Cosmo held up his hand to shush you up, as he warned,

“Miss... I’m not going to ask again.”

You closed your mouth and didn’t say another word to him, you instead turned to face Jake and his buddies as your apologized,

“I’m so sorry Lieutenants, you may go now. Thank you for your time and what you do for us.”

Bradley and Natasha replied in sync, while waving bye to the classroom and taking turns shaking your hand.

“Anytime, thank you.”

Jake then came last as he smiled down at you with sympathy and grace, before clutching your hand with a paper to put in it, he shook it firmly as he bid,

“Thank you and your class for making my day better Miss, the pleasure was all ours.”

If you could you would’ve ‘awed’ our loud with puppy eyes and heart floating around you, but in the reality of the moment you could only muster out,

“I appreciate you Jake- I mean Lieutenant. Thank you.”

Jake let a little chuckle slip before walking away from your presence, he then stopped in front of Mr.Cosmo, and took a deep breath while staring down at the short bald headed man, before saying,

“She did nothing wrong. So don’t get mad at her... I’m sure you’ve allowed worse to happen here with other classrooms.”

Jake then turned and winked at you, before disappearing. Your heart kinda sank when you couldn’t see or feel his presence around you anymore, but your thoughts on that feeling were long gone when you heard your boss declare,

“I have a substitute that will cover for the rest of the afternoon... you and I will talk in my office.”

2 hours later...

You still hadn’t let go of the paper Jake had given you, and you hadn’t looked at it either. You sat in your car with tears as you’re replayed your bosses cruel words,

‘What are you trying to do to my students? Recruit them to be tiny soldiers? They’re kids, when they are grown ups then they could make that decision!! Bring them a clown or something that’s for their age!! Just because you grew up with a hard life doesn’t mean that you have to let them go through it too!! Let them be kids, let them make a mess and be loud, it’s what they do! And if I hear a complaint from there parents about todays stunt you pulled, I’ll fire you. I don’t have the time or energy to fight for a stubborn woman like you, I’ll just let you go. Now, it’ll be the last time you bring these kind of shenanigans of a people to my school... and you’re suspended for a week. Now get.’

What felt like a napkin in your hands, you used to wipe your tears, and took a deep breath, then tossed the paper onto the back seat. You buckled your seat belt and started the car, turned around to look back while driving out, but that paper on the seat had something scribbled on it that caught your eye. You stepped on the brakes with quite a bit of force, and put the car in park, reached to the back to grab the paper and read the most beautiful, cursive written message,

‘From Jake, to Miss.

Meet me at Hard Deck, beautiful. I’ll buy you a drink ;)’

Your face made a pout with awe, as you reread it like six times, heart pumping harder with joy as you eyed the word, ‘beautiful’. No guy in your life has ever called you beautiful. It was either ‘sexy’ or anything that wasn’t appropriate because of your body type. But it was nice to been seen differently, or more specifically, beautiful. You then backed out and began to drive home, wanting to get a good shower first before you went to the one and only Hard Deck. You knew Hard Deck well, it was actually your favorite bar, because the people were usually very nice, Penny Benjamin, the owner herself, was the best ever and just super sweet over all (She could be a cute sass sometimes but you adored it, it was a great energy to be around, especially when she talked about her boyfriend ‘Pete’ or ‘Maverick’) You were in and out of your house in 20 mins. You now wore a cute, green dress that had a belt on the waist and was flowy on the bottom, which rested barely above your knees. Your white sandals decorated with a flower on top kept your feet and the concrete floor separated. You free styled your hair and just let it rest freely, no pins or rubber bands. Your grandmother’s gold necklace that had a gold heart locket rested on your chest and gleamed in the sun, along with your matching gold earrings, and simple, thin bracelet. Now you’re happily on your way to Hard Deck, with ‘I Ain’t Worried’ blasting loudly and pleasing your ears as you let the wind come through your lowered windows and blow against you freshly. When you see the familiar bar come into view, and smile of relief and happiness raises to your face, and before you knew it, you were already running up the steps and bursted through the wooden tall doors. You breathed in the regular scent of fresh beer and roasted peanuts, and breathed out slowly as you took in the view while stepping inside. Everything was just as great as usual, the music played oldies softly on the jukebox, the jet-decorated pools tables were occupied by competitive players, and a few sailors occupied the seats at the main bar while the rest of the customers sat happily anywhere else. You approached the bar when you saw Penny in view, the only person you really knew and got along with, and she saw you too in that moment and cheered you closer,

“Heyy girl! How have you been cutie?”

You smiled shyly as you took the seat in front of her, and rested your arms on top comfortably as you did your best to respond happily, to not show that you were still upset about today’s episode at school.

“I’ve been great! Just you know... happy that today’s Friday.”

Penny eyed your curiously as she thought for a moment then replied,

“You got into problems at the school?”

You gasped lowly before you scoffed,

“How’d you know?”

Penny gave you a wink as she set down a cold root beer in front of you,

“You have the exact same face Maverick does when he gets in trouble...”

She then waved off her assistant to take care of the orders for now as she then focused her complete attention on you as she added,

“Tell me what happened, I’m listening.”

That was all it took for you to start spilling the tea for Penny, glad to see her understand your point of view and be on your side. She was comforting to you and supported your feelings towards the whole situation. Soon when you had finished, you realized you had been there for about 30 mins, and she saw you turn to look at the entrance twice, and couldn’t help but suspect something. Her eyebrows wiggles playfully as she asked,

“So.. who are you expecting tonight?”

You look back at Penny at let out a little laugh, trying to not sound disappointed that you might of been stood up by Jake as your reply,

“Oh no one... just looking around-“

Penny narrowed her gleaming eyes at you as she interrupted,

“Cutie... don’t lie to me... I was in the same position you are in at some point in my life... who is it? Are you being stood up?”

You hung your head low as you placed the little paper on the bar,

“His name is Jake- well, Lieutenant Jake Seresin.. and well he left this in my hand after he left the classroom... is this asking for a date?”

Penny’s looked behind you at the sound of the bell ringing on the opening door, and her mouth opened wide as she put forth,

“Ooooh he just arrived! Look.”

You whipped your head so fast your surprised it didn’t snap or something of that sort, and there you saw the gorgeously handsome aviator walk in with his buddies you saw earlier that day, along with a few new faces, all who looked just as happy and friendly as him. It was like if you both were looking for each other, for instantly your eyes locked on one another. You watched Jake as he dismissed himself from his pals, then began to walk towards you with a confident walk. You turned to Penny quickly as you slightly panicked,

“Penny help me I don’t know what to do-“

She then traded your root beer for a golden whiskey, and gave you a tip of advice,

“Just be yourself, happy and charming, smart... drink this and sit back... you got this. Now drink it.”

And in seconds she turned around and began to take orders from new customers that had arrived from base, spotting their uniforms or beige khakis. You chugged the shot of whiskey then tried to call her back for help and more advice, until you heard that endearing voice catch your attention and immediately melt your frantic heart,

“Good afternoon darling.”

Your eyes followed his voice and soon you were facing Jake, taking in his appearance. He wore a simple orange t-shirt that shaped his muscular chest and brought out how big and thick his biceps were. His long meaty thighs were covered with dark blue jeans, and he appeared taller in his cowboy boots. His hair looked a little disheveled but he still seemed to rock it very effortlessly. It took every nerve in your body to not drool at this heavenly sight or even kiss his feet, and you also did your very best to not let your eyes travel and capture every part of his body and take mental pictures to keep forever. Jake didn’t catch your staring for he was more worried about being late, then he went on to explain to you why he got there late, his smile looking apologetic,

“I’m sorry I came late, my boss called us back to base for a quick check up, and I-I tried to tell him I had plans but-“

Although he looked adorable stuttering and trying to make up for his late arrival, you couldn’t let him go on thinking that he was wrong for something he couldn’t control. With a steady but sweet tone you assured him,

“No no, it’s ok. I promise... work is work. Just be glad that I’m still here and didn’t take you for a stood upper or something and just left.”

Jake threw his head back lightly as he chuckled,

“Oh no, I’m not one of those. Unless work calls me in. But thank you for staying, can I get your something? What do you like?”

His smile and bright jaded eyes were giving their full attention to you, as he awaited your answer, to which you replied with a cheeky smile,

“Surprise me.. cowboy.”

Jake raised his brows with a cute giggle,

“Ohh ok, I see where this is going. But don’t worry sugar, I got you covered.”

He sent you a wink that made a chill go up your spine as your face burned because you were flustered. You listened to him as he called out to Penny with a loud enough voice to be heard, but it still sounded super sexy and adorable,

“Penny! Penny my favorite barmaid!!”

You could see the playful smirk Penny wore as she walked towards Jake with a sarcastic tone,

“Hangman... is it a whiskey for you and for your date?”

Jake huffed a shy laugh, not realizing that Penny caught him once again with another girl, trying to find the ‘one’ as he usually said. But most of the girls he always brought only expected him to buy their drinks and take them to bed, which is something he wasn’t looking for anymore. Jake was already done with that kind of life, he was already hitting his 30s and was sick of one night stands that left him sad and alone in the mornings. Now he craved and desired someone to call ‘his own’, that wasn’t in his line of work, and could be with him for the long run... if not forever he hoped so, if they were the right person. He then turned to look at you carefully, to see if you approved of being called his date, and of course you were, as you beamed at him with your best smile. Penny soon placed two glasses of whiskey in front of you and Jake, sending you a wink as she mouthed to you,

‘It’s ok, relax.’

You sent her a subtle nod and raised your glass towards Jake as he said,

“Cheers.”

“Cheers!”

You clinked your guys’ glasses and took a sip in sync. And began to chat about ones another lives, feeling free and comfortable with one another as you opened up more and more. Funny stories were told, a couple of cheesy jokes from Jake that he swore he got from his best friend ‘Rooster’. He told you the true reason behind his callsign ‘Hangman’, to which you laughed loudly at and had to take a break from that to gain composure and some air after laughing your lungs out. Jake was having a blast as he saw how bright red your cheeks turned and the thin layer of sweat that appeared on your face from the laughing episode he put you through. (He added fake parts to the story and acted the very exaggerated parts with his hands and hilarious facial expressions. He did it mainly to see you smile, but he got a bonus when he got your natural and contagious laugh too.)

Soon when that moment died down, you told him your story and some facts about yourself, you too added a few ridiculously funny moments in your life that had him wheezing for a few seconds. (The light shade of pink on his cheeks from laughing hard looked definitely good on him) you too shared your passion and appreciation for Naval Aviation, sense your uncle was a part of it. He then connected the dots and asked if that was why you had invited them to the school,

“So that’s why you did that? No wonder! Because no one has ever pulled that before. But that’s so cool of you to do, looks liked they needed that and liked it overall.”

You nodded approvingly,

“Yup, they did...”

Then you looked down at your lap as you added,

“... but not their principal.”

Jake saw your change in expression, and placed his warm hand on your shoulder, and with a concerned tone he asked,

“He wasn’t mean to you was he? Because you did nothing wrong.”

His hand felt comforting on your shoulder, and gave you the boost you needed to answer honestly,

“He was a little mean.. he suspended me actually... saying that I was forcing something onto the kids that wasn’t appropriate for their age.”

Jake’s eyes scanned your sad face as he scoffed, not believing what he just heard,

“Are you kidding me? That’s not inappropriate at all, it’s like.. gold. Someone appreciating the military of any branch is so amazing!”

You looked up to Jake as you asked shyly,

“You think so? I mean what if he’s right-“

“RIGHT? Darling... darling... no. He’s wrong for stopping you from teaching kids the importance of The Military- or Aviation and how we serve that way. My younger self would’ve killed to have you as a teacher. He would’ve loved you that’s for sure.”

Your cheeks grew warm as you took in Jake’s words, they seemed so honest and sincere. You put your hand on his lower arm and patted it twice as you said,

“Thanks, makes me feel better about what I did.”

Jake followed your hand that left his arm and pouted for a second, wishing it stayed there longer, but he replied to you,

“You should feel good about what you did, if not proud.”

Just then a loud voice called to Jake from the back of the bar. You and Jake looked for the voice, and there you saw Bradley waving him off as he called again,

“JAKE! COME SEE THIS!! It’ll be quick!”

Jake was about to tell him ‘no’, you could see it in the way he had started shaking his head, but your put your hand on his shoulder, stopping him,

“It’s ok, you can go with them for a moment. They’re calling you, I’ll stay here and get another drink for now. Go on, sweets.”

If it wasn’t because this was the first date and he just met you, Jake would’ve kissed you so hard till you stopped breathing. No other girl in his life in the history of his dating had ever let him go with is friends for a split second. (Cause Jake’s wing buddies always wanted his attention when they felt something cool was going on and they didn’t want him to miss it.) Jake jumped off his seat and held the energy of a child as he informed you,

“Just give me a minute... I’ll be right back darling. Stay here. Penny, give her another drink. On me, please.”

There was no room for protesting when a new drink was placed in front of you, and you weren’t going to decline it when he was happily buying you drinks, so happily you too it and drank the whole thing. Feeling the beer go down to your throat into your stomach was refreshing for a minute, you no longer felt shy and uncomfortable, instead you felt strong and the boss of the hour. After downing a few more, you felt a little more loose and slightly buzzy, but still in control of yourself, or so you thought. But then someone took a seat next to you, and pulled your arm towards them as they gossiped only your ear,

“Omg your date is going hard on another girl.”

You looked at the blonde girl who was the one next to you and were completely confused as she added,

“He hasn’t let her go sense she’s approached him.”

She then gripped your jaw and turned your face to see them, in the back. And there you saw Jake’s back facing you as you saw a certain pair of hands rest on his back, as if she was hugging him. You felt a dart of hurt hit your chest as you saw them, you could only think,

‘He just left me here for her! Why would he-‘

“Do you want to get him back?”

The blondes voice brought you back to reality, and you asked for her to repeat and clarify,

“What? What do you mean?”

The blonde flipped her hair back and showed off her cute sleeveless blouse, and appealing chest. You in that moment admitted to yourself that she was so much better than you in everything, she looked perfect. You gulped down for a second as she repeated,

“If you want to get him back... you have to beat her in a beer chug, fair and square, let’s settle this like grown women if you want him.”

You looked back to look for Jake and saw him being dragged by the other girl, and sank into your seat when you saw how much more prettier she was than you.

‘Damn she’s gorgeous... beats me for sure....’

Jake’s face held a smile at you, but it didn’t look so genuine as earlier, as his arm was being held tightly by the brunette. But he was quick to muster out,

“They say you want to participate in a challenge? To win something?”

Your eyes found the blonde as you were going to say,

‘No, I don’t recall doing that.’

But the blonde answered for you as she said with a squeaky voice,

“Yes!! Her and my bestie Brenda are going to have a beer chug contest!! And who ever wins-“

She then made her head tilt towards Jake, as she ended with,

“Leaves with the prize... Let’s see who wants it more.”

Jake looked at you confused, but agreed to it when you confirmed that you’d go for it, though you weren’t totally convinced.

“Yeah... that’s.. the plan. She wanted me try it out.”

You caught the attention of the surrounding customers, and soon they began to cheer out loud, supporting the upcoming challenge. You honestly in that moment thought that Jake was behind all this, sense the brunette and blond seemed to have settled the plan already beforehand, and how the blond told you and the brunette told him. And from how she touched Jake and held his attention, it seemed like he had known her for a while and knew about this new challenge. Soon the rules were settled down, to which you didn’t hear half of, as you were too nervous about losing the challenge and losing Jake, as well as a little upset thinking that he had set you up for a challenge, thinking you were a game, and lastly you were upset that you agreed to it all because you were confused and didn’t want to say no. You stood at the pool table in the back, with 10 glasses of beer in front of you. And on the other side of the pool table, stood the brunette, with the same amount of glasses as well. In the center of the table laid a white napkin, which was to be grabbed and held up when you finished first, or at least you thought that was the reason why it was there. Penny stood at the edge of the table, and was the one to count down for it to begin. As you prepared yourself you felt a hand fall on your back, as a soft voice followed,

“You sure you’re going to do this? You don’t have to, you haven’t started.”

That was Jake who was speaking to you, but you were determined to show him and the girls, that you could take it (I mean after all you thought they were setting you up for defeat, so you wanted to prove that you could win) You sent him a firm nod,

“Yup, I got this.”

Joke didn’t look to happy by your response, which confused you for a minute, you thought he’d be smug and proud about it. But you stopped thinking about it all when you hear Penny shout,

“Ready ladies?!”

“Ready!!”

“Definitely.”

After saying ‘definitely’, you took a deep breath and waited for the bell to ring, which came quickly,

DING DING DING!!!!

“GO!!”

The cheers of the bar grew so loud when the challenge began, some screaming the brunette’s name and others screaming the word ‘CHUG’. You were downing your 4th cup when you heard a familiar Texan accent shout from behind you,

“Come on!! You got this Teacher girl!! Go go go!! Dagger Squad, cheer her on with me!!”

Soon you heard more people cheer you on, calling you ‘Miss’ or ‘Teacher’, which to you thought was kinda cute to be honest. You were on your 7th cup, thinking you were going to be able to take down the rest, until a stabbing pain hit your stomach, making you put your cup down and groan. Jake was quick to grab your waist as he asked worriedly,

“Hey hey! are you ok? Talk to me.”

But the blonde pulled him away as she warned him,

“You can’t help her or talk to her until she’s finished, just let her be. Move back.”

Jake grew a little upset as some people agreed with her, and made him move back from you. You missed his touch and voice, but nonetheless decided to keep on, taking on the last cups like a champ. Everyone around began to shout in sync as you almost finished up,

“CHUG CHUG CHUG!!”

You really didn’t want to be kicked out, but your tummy couldn’t take anymore, you had 3 glasses of beer left out of the 10. You felt your tummy clench again in pain, but this time it was worse, like if someone was pulling your intestines out, but thankfully you were miraculously on the last cup. You slammed the empty glass of beer onto the bar, making it bounce and fall over. Then you reached for the napkin, and you lifted it up up, thinking you were doing the right thing. But that’s when you heard a few disappointed ‘ohs’ and a silence fill the room, which made you drop the napkin and look around, seeing the people’s faces look sad and sympathetic for you. You scrunched up your face with pain that started to grow in your stomach more as you asked curiously,

“What’s wrong?”

The blonde came to stand in front of you as she boasted,

“You silly bitch, I didn’t say who finished first won, I said you lost if you raised your napkin first... but sense you were such in a hurry to win someone that isn’t fit for you, you didn’t listen. And now you lost.”

You felt a twist of pain stab your gut, along with a wave of embarrassment and shame hit you. You felt the tears beginning to grow in your eyes as you realized that you had been played, played horribly. Slamming your debit card onto the pool table you put forth,

“Let’s carry on with the deal. I lost, I’ll pay for everyone’s drinks.”

The blonde pushed your card back to you as she shook her head ‘no’, having a blast as she watched your face showing pain and confusion,

“Nuh uuuhhh.... the loser gets thrown out, by the winner. Girls! I need assistance!!”

You held your hands up as you protested,

“Wait- I didn’t know! Hold on!-“

All the seagulls that rested peacefully on the beach ground in front of Hard Deck all flew away when the heard a loud ‘Thud’ and groan of pain leave someone’s lips, yours, as you hit the ground painfully. You rolled onto your back slowly as you tried not to move too much, you had landed on your tummy, and face planted into the sand. You thought you’d could lay there for a few seconds, to collect yourself to cry later, but your stomach had different plans, when it chose to reject all the liquor you had drunk. You felt it coming and came up to a quick stand and made it to the closest trash bin before heaving everything out. You hugged the top of the bin as you gave everything away, soon your body was trembling with pain and from the amount of force it was taking you to get rid of everything. After what felt like eternity, it all stopped, and now you stayed there letting the salvia from your lips fall into the bin and your tears from your eyes follow, as your began to sob. You should’ve known that that blonde was up to something, and that she was lying, but you were blinded by the fear of losing Jake to a girl you thought was far better than you, so you didn’t see it. From the distance you heard shouting, but chose to ignore it for now,

‘It’s probably someone else’

You thought that as you continued to hear that person shout, but soon the words became understandable, and your ears perked up at it,

“HEY MISS! Sweetheart where are you?!”

That was Jake, once again, his voice so smooth but still showing worry, as it came closer and closer to you, but now gave words that were to comfort you,

“Oh Sweet stars... it’s ok.. I’m right here. I -I brought your stuff too. You’re ok..”

You nodded at his information and soon felt your hair being pulled up and held in his hands, clearing it from your face so it wouldn’t get dirty. You were about to call Jake out for the beer challenge but then the wave of shame hit you again, and you started throwing up again. He rubbed your back and stood tall, blocking you from others seeing you. When you finished you wanted to try against and call him out for the beer challenge, but his next words stopped you as he confessed,

“Sweetheart.. God, they played you... you shouldn’t have listened to them. Even if you thought that they looked cooler or would mock you. Why did you say, yes? Now your tummy’s hurting.”

His free palm rested on your stomach rubbing it slowly as to comfort you, and feeling his touch made you cry,

“I thought it was your plan.... and I wanted to do it for you... like to.. damn it.. I don’t know.”

You then stood up and wiped you mouth with your hands, not willing to face him as you started to cry silently. You faced the trash can, but was pulled away from it by the hand until you stood far away from it, near the shore. Jake put your bag on the sand by your feet before grabbing your hands to say,

“It’s wasn’t my plan at all.. I thought it was yours.. but then I heard them laughing and saying that they had won me or some garbage like that... saying that you had fallen into their trap. That’s when I knew it was all a set up. I told Penny about their dirty bet, and she is making them pay for mistreating you... and I came to look for you.”

You looked up and Jake and asked,

“But why? Why would you come for me... I’m not the kind of girl you want to be around.. I’m not like.. them you know?”

Jake let go of one hand and held you chin as he asked in a whisper,

“Why would you put yourself in such a vulnerable position then... for me?”

Hearing Jake whisper his concern to you only made your knees grow weaker to stand on, and more tears fall out,

“I.. I guess I was trying to impress you. I want to be that kind of girl you want.. and I thought I’d do that if I won the challenge.”

You kept her head hung low, ashamed and afraid that Jake might confirm what you feared most, the fact that no one could ever be impressed by you. You were a lonely woman, who depended on crazy teenagers to make you happy and keep you company during the day. You had a hard and long job, trying to steer these young people to success all while trying to raise yourself as well. At night the silence and darkness took over and the only place to hide from it was under your fluffy comforters. So, with all this, you could never be the dream girl all guys or even girls wanted, so were ready to give it up, walk away, and never see Hard Deck or Jake again, it’ll all be too humiliating once again. You then bent down to pick up your bag from the sandy ground, brushing off the few pecks of sand that stubbornly stayed on. With your sad eyes locked to the ground you began to shift your feet away from Jake and let his hands go as you said in a soft voice, trying to hide your embarrassment,

“I’m so sorry.. It’s was nice meeting you Jake, goodbye-“

A warm large hand grabbed your wrist gently as his sweet voice followed,

“Woah woah where do you think your going? No... stay, it’s ok.”

You looked up at Jake confused, while he tugged you closer to him to stand in front of his broad form. Before you could question his motive or moves, he explained clearly and expressively with glistening, caring eyes,

“You don’t need to impress me, I’m not- a King or something. I don’t expect you to be like everyone else either, it’s ok to be different. You’re more than ok, your amazing actually. You don’t have to be like them to be great. I mean, I could never handle so many young- crazy kids at once... I can barely handle myself... but you? Damn... I’d kill to have a day in your life... so I could feel what being patient and tolerant and so sweet is like.”

The clean, beach air got caught in your throat as you took in Jake’s sincere words, not being able to fully believe that he was being honest, until he added,

“Believe me... I’ve never seen such a woman like you, and that’s... you’re so much better than anything. Forget everything that happen today, that doesn’t count.”

You could tell Jake was getting more flustered by his own words, as he worded out what he felt about you he grew more shy about himself. His proud, smirk was long gone and the playful cockiness in his tone had too vanished, now it was replaced with softness, and a true calamity and comfort. You tried not to cry, out of finally feeling and being seen or out of relief that he didn’t let you go like everyone else always did, but you successfully failed when his calloused thumb found your cheek to wipe away your fallen tears. He then caressed your cheek and let his loving gaze search your face, patiently waiting for you to say anything back. You looked down quickly to gather your words, but he tilted your chin up to face him as he put forth,

“Look at me when you say it, don’t hide.”

You opened your mouth then closed it, the words were all there but just couldn’t come out, it was like if your speaking ability had just failed you. So you did what you thought best to express your gratitude and feelings, you then threw yourself into his arms and wrapped your arms around his waist, tugging your head impossibly close to his chest, so close you could hear the change in his heartbeat, from slow and steady, to a now faster pace.

A low ‘oh’ was heard above you, but you didn’t dare let go, you just held on. And very soon you felt his arms come around you too and hug you tightly, along with a kiss on your head with a bonus,

“I got you... I got you sweetheart.”

Once hidden in the safety and comfort of his arms, you grew the confidence to confess with a little sniffle,

“Thank you Jake... f-for seeing me.”

Jake awed with sincerity and pulled you away by the shoulders, then cradled your face as he looked down to see your full face, which was now adorning tear streaks and bright pink cheeks. A cute, soft smile lifted on his face, as he cooed,

“I’ve seen you sense the beginning... and God I can’t peel my eyes off of you... I really like you.”

Your eyebrows shot up with surprise and your mouth fell open, but you nonetheless, even in your shock state of this gorgeous man’s confession, you were able to reply back clearly with honesty,

“I really like you too.”

You were able to see Jake drop his shoulders as if he was relieved, and his smile grew even larger, which made you even more happy and comfortable with him. But then you saw a sudden change in the way he held your face, and how his face began to hold a look of serious concentration, you raised your hands and held onto his wrists, as you worded nervously,

“Jake-“

“May I kiss you?”

His interruption wasn’t missed, and neither was your excited answer,

“Yes! Wait but I threw up-“

Jake chuckled and shrugged,

“I don’t care.”

“Oh- oomph!!”

When Jake’s lips connected to yours, it was like if all the buried mines that held onto fear of not being loved or of being rejected, which rested on the field of your life, buried in your heart, had exploded and disappeared. All were replaced with a flower of love that Jake began to plant in your new garden. Butterflies exploded in her chest and set free everything you had always wanted to feel. Your palms rested on his chest as he tugged you closer and dipped your head to the side, wanting to gain more of your kiss and deepen it, deepen it like he was deepening his new love and desire for you. You wouldn’t care if the world ended all around you, or if the stars fell all around you, you knew you’d stay in this place and moment with Jake, for here, in his arms with his lips on yours, you felt safe and held, even with your guys’ eyes closed, trying to embrace the moment, you felt seen. When you pulled away for air Jake chased your lips, pecking them a couple more times before resting his lips on your forehead, keeping them there as he held you in a hug. You grew comfortable in his embrace, but your tummy was still upset, making painful turns inside which caused you to hide your face in his chest and whimper. Jake cooed you to stay strong for him, as he instructed,

“Hold onto my neck, sweetheart.”

You whimpered an ‘ok’ as you did just that, not expecting him to move quickly and pick you up bridal style, beginning to walk towards the parked vehicles as he said,

“Let me take care of you... do you like Mac and cheese? I make the best.”

You peeked your head out of his chest as you beamed,

“Really! I love Mac and cheese... would you-“

“Of course! I’ll make you that and uh.. um... we’ll take it to your house, or do you want to stay at mine? Is that too weird?”

Kissing Jake’s jaw you answered,

“I can stay at yours... as long as I get my Mac and cheese.. I’ll be just fine.”

With a sigh Jake replied,

“Great! I’ll be happy with that-“

“Oh but wait!!”

You then clutched Jake’s shirt as you cried,

“I need my teddy bear Mr.Snuggles, I can’t sleep without him!! He’s like my sleeping support friend.”

Jake stopped in his tracks and looked down at you, not being able to help himself as he fell harder for your and your different but adorable behavior. He kissed your forehead and promised,

“I’ll be your Mr.Snuggles tonight, don’t you worry darling.”

He began to walk to his truck and listened to you as you asked,

“You like snuggles? Because I’ll hug tight and all.”

He helped you in the truck and buckled you as he assured you with one big kiss on the cheek,

“All I want is you... to be with you and to feel you, you’re everything I’ve ever wanted. And I want to protect that as much as possible... and give you as many snuggles as possible. Everything you’ll ever need.. I‘lol take care of. Ok?”

You nodded and cherished his gaze on you, as he lastly said,

“I see you.”

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its-still-cuppi-cakes · 9 months

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Split Apart by Chaos

Sweetheart's pov

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Author's note: Sweetheart is referring to Milo as their husband because of how long they have been together. TRIGGER WARNING!! In this fanfiction mentions death, is emotional, and an implied anxiety attack. If that's not your type of read, don't continue here.

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Milo Greer. That's the only thing on my mind. My husband. My mate. The man who has been in my life for over half a decade made me the happiest person in the world, could be dead.

I was in my office when I was told about it. My coworker, Detective Gomez, came in and asked if I heard from my husband. I looked at them, my brow sewn together. "No, why?" Silence replaced the air in the dark room. His face grew pale, making my stomach turn. ".. You didn't hear?" I stood up, looking at them with fear and worry. "Hear.. what, Gomez," I press. He looks at me, hurt in his eyes. "The E&E games.. shades.. hundreds of them.. came into the stadium through a ward.. the Shaw pack was working as security for them, weren't they..?" The color in my face dropped to my shoes. "..Fuck."

I grabbed my jacket and stormed out to my car. I didn't even clock out. And I dare for the department to tell me jack shit about walking out. I didn't care and I don't care now. All I care about is my family.

I speed to my old college, running red light after red light, flooring the gas. I pull up to the parking lot, and security from D.U.M.P. is standing at the door. Getting out of my car, I grab my badge and phone. Heels clicking onto the concrete, I head to the door. One of the guards stands there, moving his arm to stop me. Before he could, I held my badge to his face, not stop walking. "Detective Greer, reporting from D.U.M.P., move."

I shove the two men out of my way by my shoulders, leaving them confused and stunned. Milo's gonna have my ass for being rude to the department I work for. Didn't care. He can lecture me all he wants, as long as I know he's okay with me. By my side. Holding my hand. I want to see his shit-eating grin and his eyes. His smile. His wolf form. Anything.

I pull up a picture of him holding our cat, Aggro. I'll use it to show people it and ask if they've seen him around the building. The window in the background tells me it was early in the morning when I took the picture, and the bed he was lying on was messy and unmade. Aggro, in his arms, looked tired and groggy as Milo looked at the camera with a pearly white smile. I tear up at the sight. "Please be okay," I mumble.

I look around, trying to see any sign of my werewolf lover. Chaos is all I see. Families and friends looking around the building, similar to what I look like. A mother was being held by what I assumed to be her husband, holding her as she panics. "It's technical difficulties, Honey, he's alright, I promise." "I'm sorry? Technical issues?" I think to myself. "Why the hell is D.U.M.P. lying to the public about this? Are these people not in this building to help?"

Never mind that right now. I have to find Milo and the others. I feel my anxiety crushing my chest. "Excuse me, have you seen this man around here? His name's Milo Greer. ... Okay thank you. " Excuse me, I'm sorry but have you seen any shifters around here? I'm trying to find my husband. He has a t-shirt that says Shaw Security on it. Have you seen anyone wearing anything like that? ... Okay, sorry. Stay safe."

Panic weighs on me. "Fuck fuck fuck shit fuck," I mumble to myself as I pull up another picture of Asher, David, Milo, and Tank in a living room from the past Solstice vacation cabin. I frantically look around. "Milo, please."

"Milo, please, please, please, please don't be in there. Please don't be dead." Tears fall as I try to push that thought out of my head. The image of his body... "No. He's not dead. He's fought shades before. He's more experienced in them. He knows what they're capable of. But they're shades. They're unpredictable. And you can't fight them off unless they're solid enough."

I flashback to our first date. If you could even call it that. Milo and I were working together to catch a shade that was causing trouble at big events like this. Milo was fighting off two that were almost fully solid. Mine? Not so much. It was enough to get ahold of, but only at certain parts of the body. Any part of it above its shoulders and below its waist was physical. My gun was torn by then dead shade's teeth during the fight. My knife was all I had. I was about to cloak when it struck me in the stomach and crawled at my clothes, ripping the bottom half of my shirt.

Pinning me to the wall,, its claws sinking into my neck. I saw its eyes. Black like a shark's, nothing held in them but hunger. As I thought that death was a breath away, I heard a growl. A low, angry growl. I smirk at the shade as it snarls, drooling on its grey lip.

The brown and white werewolf tackled the shade, digging his teeth into the shade's neck as it screeched, death sub coming to it. Milo snarled as he threw the corpse out of his mouth. Milo walked to me as I lay on the grass and dirt, gasping for air. I look at him. He looked at me softly. He looked at me like he was asking if I was okay.

From that day on, he has been gentle with me. He's been there for me. My wolf. My protector. My mate.

I snap back from my thoughts to my phone on my lap, vibrating. I look at the notification, reading my mate's name on the top. "Sweetheart, there's something going on at the games, I'm okay but I'm going to try and find out info on what's going on and how I can help. I love you." Sent two hours ago. The interference with the ward must have slowed the text down.

Frantically dodging the people in the crowd as I slip by them. I look around, trying to find Milo in the sea of people crying and talking over one another. Mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, and friends sit in the cafeteria of the school. Some calling, many legs bouncing, parents pacing. I look around the tables, hoping to see any familiar faces.

I stop in my tracks, seeing a familiar figure in the crowd. Brown hair, Brooklyn accent, black t-shirt with the name [GREER] across the shoulder blades. I stand there, crying in relief. My voice quakes.

"Milo!"

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The End!!

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comorbidfascination · 11 months

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Norman: Routine Maintenance

You and Norman have taken care of the Bates Motel together for a few years now, but he prefers to keep your relationship private. You don't mind, since Mother is very particular about the guests she allows in the first place.

warnings: nsfw, amab reader, ass eating, dom/sub undertones

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You huffed indignantly to an empty room, lugging two overly stuffed suitcases through the door marked 'Employees Only.' The customers wouldn't be needing these for long, given your agreement with Mother. You were allowed to stay and help take care of both Norman and the motel on the condition that no women were allowed to stay there. You didn't really understand or care about her strange way of ignoring your relationship with Norman so long as you could be with him.

Mother was a protector of sorts for him, one that would only come out when she felt that their way of life was being threatened. She had blinders on around you, perhaps because you didn't fit the description of Norman's typical love interests, or maybe because of how clearly you cared for him. Either way, Mother had been silent for most of the time you'd known him.

It was when young, attractive women came to stay at the motel that she became agitated. The first time you'd met her was in a situation very similar to the current one: a woman checked in and Mother felt that she would take Norman away somehow. You had made excuses for the customer to leave, but she was insistent and things went too far. That woman was a corpse at the bottom of the lake now, and you had unfortunately become accustomed to clearing up possible evidence. It was a good thing the motel was on the edge of town.

Mother didn't like to speak to you - she preferred to pretend you didn't exist for the most part - so she was gone by the time Norman came to see you. "She says we need to get rid of her. It's fortunate she's traveling alone."

You sat on one of the ridiculously heavy suitcases and sighed. "Packed for a village, though."

Norman smiled and brushed your hair out of your face. "I'll take care of her, my love. Then we can go through everything."

It wasn't just Mother's fault that the motel didn't get a lot of business; it was hard to find and wasn't on a lot of maps. Selling what you could from the things left behind was what kept the place afloat.

"Thank you, baby. I think I'll get some other chores done while I wait."

"Don't overwork yourself, alright?"

You stood and kissed his cheek. "I won't."

Exiting the storeroom, you each headed in a different direction to get to work. With you there to ground him and help with everything, Norman had become more efficient in getting rid of unwanted guests. He had already tried to convince her to leave, but she was adamant about staying, so he would have to kill her. You'd bought him a small hand gun to make it easier for him. While he went to her room, you went to the kitchen to wash some dishes.

Less than an hour later, Norman returned to you. He was freshly showered and wrapped in a bathrobe. "It's all done, love. We can check the room later."

"Why's that?" He usually liked to get everything in order right away.

He waited for you to finish drying a plate, then leaned in to embrace you. He clung to your shirt and whispered, "I need you. Please."

You ran your fingers through his damp hair and held him close. "Do you deserve a reward, Norman? Or was this a messy one?"

He shook his head quickly. "No, I wiped up anything that spilled!"

You hummed thoughtfully. "You have been pretty good lately." Pulling back to look at him, you could see how easily he would fall apart for you. "Alright, honey. Go lay down, and I'll be there in a second."

He hesitated, squirming in your relaxed hold. Norman opened his mouth to say something, but no words came out.

You caressed his face and leaned in to coo, "Oh, poor thing. You can't wait that long, can you?"

His breaths were coming faster already. "No, sir." You'd never asked for the title, but he liked having a clear hierarchy.

As a significantly larger man, you were able to cage him against the nearest wall and make him shiver with nervous excitement. He never got used to the way you made him feel. You dragged your finger over his jaw, the column of his neck, and down his torso. His bathrobe opened up with a tug and Norman was laid bare before you. With a peck to his lips, you kissed down the same path until your knees hit the floor. He whimpered when he felt your warm breath on his thighs.

"Can I taste you, sweetheart?" You said it so innocuously, but his face burned bright red.

Norman closed his eyes and nodded, curling his fingers in your hair.

You appraised him and the positions you could put him in for a moment, then stood back up. "Here, baby. Turn around." You grabbed his waist and spun him to face the wall while you settled onto your knees in front of him again. He looked confused until you lifted one of his legs so he would put his foot on a stool next to you. With the angle shifted, Norman had to lean into you to keep his balance. You slid your other hand up the leg that was still straight on the floor, squeezing the thickest part of his thigh under his ass. Still holding up his other leg to keep him where you wanted him, you gently pulled his body closer so his cock brushed against your cheek.

Norman whined when you took the head into your mouth, and the sound morphed into a drawn out moan as you began to suck on it. He was insanely sensitive and you tried to go slow, but it was difficult when he kept bucking into you involuntarily. You had to move with him to keep from deepthroating him right away. Not that you were against the idea, but Norman couldn't handle so much stimulation right away.

He groaned when you licked the underside of his cock, fingers tightening in your hair. Not wanting it to be over too quickly, you pulled away. "Not yet, baby." His cheeks were flushed and his mouth hung open; he looked like he could cum at any second. Norman held onto whatever he could to keep steady, which included your shoulder. You turned to kiss his wrist and smiled. "Don't drop your leg."

He braced it more firmly on the stool and dug his nails into your skin as you kissed his tip, working your way down to his balls. You warmed them in your mouth and gave a few licks before releasing them to continue down to his hole. Norman let out a breathy sigh when you pressed your lips to his rim. He whined when you backed away to lick his thigh. "Please sir...I got myself ready for you."

"Oh? What a good boy." You held his legs apart so he couldn't close them around your head or lose his balance. "So perfect for me."

He shivered at the praise and pressed his body into your hands. Whispered pleas spilled from his mouth. You were enjoying the show, but took pity on him after a long look at how eager he was to let you debauch him. You leaned in to lave over his rim with your tongue. Your face was buried between his legs, and there was nowhere else you'd rather be. Norman rocked against you, hand on his now neglected cock. He murmured encouragement and praise, just as you would if your mouth was free.

You snuck a finger into his hole to pull him apart for better access. He was a little more relaxed than usual from prepping himself in the shower, as well as how worked up he was, but he wasn't gaping yet. You'd fix that soon enough. The hand on his thigh reached higher to grab his ass, making Norman yelp. You chuckled, sending vibrations into his skin. He was a mess above you, whimpering for you to make him feel good. You followed your finger with your tongue, working both further into him, until you found the right spot. Norman cried out and spilled his seed onto the wall behind you. Humming gladly, you attached your lips to his rim, tongue still inside, and sucked. He gripped your shoulder tight enough to bruise and gasped for air.

Giving him a moment to catch his breath, you pulled away and enjoyed the desperate, but not nearly satisfied, look on his face. "Alright sweetheart, I think you're ready for me." You carefully stood up and lifted Norman bridal style to carry him upstairs. In your shared bedroom, you laid him gently on the bed and let him see you stroke your cock. It was bigger than his and it made his mouth water. He reached for it, but you gently pushed his hand away and got on the bed.

When you had your back against the headboard and his against your chest, you turned his head to kiss him. Norman moaned sweetly into your mouth and rolled his hips onto yours. You had him in your lap, cock weeping precum onto his stomach where it curved up to rest near his. He rolled his hips again, experimentally, and you mumbled, "Yeah, baby. Just like that." You sat up a bit more so his weight would rest on your thighs. Holding his waist, you helped Norman drag himself along your cock; his balls and messy hole rubbed your shaft so well that you took hold of his stiffening cock to lightly rub the head as encouragement. He moaned and pushed down harder so everything between his legs would be coated in your pre.

Just before Norman could cum again, you reached under his legs to lift them up. Folded in half in your lap, the tops of his thighs brushed his abdomen. You whispered sweet nothings to him as you guided your cock into his now loose and sloppy hole. The angle put pressure on his stomach, and he felt every inch buried into his guts. He whimpered and whined like an animal as you shoved past his prostate. You peppered his neck with kisses and love bites as you used his body weight to force him down to the hilt. "Good boy, sweetie. You're doing so, so well for me." His breath hitched and his eyes rolled back as he tried not to cum. "Go on, baby. It's okay."

No sooner had the words left your mouth, than his cock was twitching and painting his body white. You no longer had the patience to wait, especially when he cried out your name like that. Holding him up by the backs of his knees, you bounced the smaller man on your cock, meeting him halfway each time with a slam of your hips against his cute little ass. He gasped and keened, tears dripping down his face. The sight only made you want more. Norman cried out as you fucked him even harder, "No! Please, no more!" But if he didn't use the safe word, you could pound him into a weeping, hiccupping mess.

"Please, sir! It's too much!"

"Do you remember what to say?"

He mumbled a yes, and didn't continue. Norman strained in your grasp, arching his back to lift his ass up higher. It only let you ram your cock in deeper, and you but his ear with a low growl as you wrenched his legs apart to watch as you filled him with cum. You bucked into him still, grinning at the way he sobbed and at the little pooch to his tummy from how well you stuffed him. You didn't pull out just yet, savoring the warmth as you rubbed the small bump. "Aw, don't you wish I could give you a baby?"

Norman sniffed and hid his face in your neck. "I'm not sharing you."

You laughed and kissed his head. "I know, I know, you're my baby." Your hand slid under your own balls to cup them and push your cock in deeper after it began to soften. You both hissed at the feeling, and you knew it wouldn't be long before you were ready to fuck him again. He might need some time to rest, however. "Do you want to clean up and take a nap?"

Norman lowered his legs to the bed. "Just for a bit. Then we can go again."

You slowly pulled out, savoring the way his ass tried to hold onto your cock. When he could move freely, he turned over to hold the sides of your face. "Thank you, sir." He kissed you softly, letting you take control as you wished. You allowed a bit more softness, wrapping your arms around him, then crushed his body to yours. He let out a squeak and you swallowed it in a deeper, more hungry kiss. You felt as though you might consume him with love and desire. Your teeth nipped at his lips and your tongue dominated his mouth as he melted into you. When you had to pull away, you were both breathing heavily. "How long?"

"Wipe off the mess, then I'll be ready."

You grabbed his ass with one hand and reached for a towel with the other. "Good boy."

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