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circus4apsycho8 · 3 years

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more than a hug. | the batter x reader

Fandom: OFF

Pairing: The Batter x Reader

Warnings: jealousy, cussing

It was no surprise to you that the Elsen were very cuddly creatures. Not only that, but they were very squishy, too. You absolutely loved hugging the cute little guys! Who wouldn’t? They were warm, soft, and sweet.

The first time you had hugged an Elsen was after Dedan had finished yelling at the one. You and your beloved Batter had stepped out of the barn before you found yourself rushing over to the pitiful thing. How could you not? The poor guy looked like he was about to cry.

You were quick to scoop him into your arms. “Hush now. He’s just a mean old man. You did nothing wrong.”

He accepted your hug and buried his face into the crook of your neck. You hear him sniffle a little bit. “Th-thank you…hhh…you’re too kind.”

“You’re welcome,” you mumbled, hugging him a little tighter. You heard your Puppet awkwardly shuffle around, causing a deep chuckle to emanate from your chest. A few seconds later, you set him down onto the ground. The little Elsen had a slight blush on his cheeks.

“Miss, th-thank you and your…uh…friend here for purifying the barns. Even if it didn’t get noticed by the Inspector, we appreciate it…” he teeters off when he notices Batter glaring at him. You smack the Batter’s shoulder and smile down at the Elsen.

“You’re very welcome! Take care of yourself, alright? I think it’s about time we got a move on.” Batter remains silent as you bid the Elsen goodbye.

“I will! Good luck with…whatever you’re doing!” the Elsen wishes before the Batter grabs your hand and drags you behind him.

“Thank you!” you yell, waving at him before turning back to your Puppet.

“Dude, chill. You can let me go now,” you comment. He reluctantly releases his grip on you.

“What was that about?” he demands, looking anywhere but at you.

“He was about to cry, Batter! He was scared! I couldn’t just leave him like that!” you retort, rolling your eyes.

“He would have gotten over it.”

You sigh. “Sometimes a little kindness goes a long way, Batter.”

…

The second time you were cuddly with an Elsen is when you and Batter got stuck in the shopping mall maze. Batter was getting extremely frustrated and you just wanted to get the hell out of that blue hellhole.

So, when you and Batter found a lone Elsen who had claimed to be lost, you declared it was time to take a break.

“I’m lost,” the Elsen said, “I could make a fire with the boxes...to ward off the ghosts...but...that would be too dangerous.”

You immediately began to answer, but Batter pulled you back outside for a moment.

“Don’t answer him.”

You roll your eyes, growing annoyed. He couldn’t just boss you around like that. “He’s lost, Batter. We need to help him get out of here!”

“He can find his way out by himself.”

“Batter. He’s scared. Can’t we bring him with us? It’s only temporary. I can do all the talking, too!” you push, trying to decipher how he’s feeling. Batter frowns at your words, and not for the first time, you wish you could see his eyes. “He might attract a Spectre.”

And it was then and there you knew there was something else wrong. Throughout all of your travels, Batter had strived to attract Spectres so he could Purify them. Hell, he’d even shouted out to them in the smoke mines! So why was he so worried about attracting them now? Especially since they were much weaker here, too?

“Since when are you worried about attracting Spectres?” you grill, folding your arms and narrowing your eyes.

He doesn’t answer for a moment, clearly caught off guard. Shaking your head, you look back up at him. “Look, what’s up with you, man? This isn’t like you.”

“I don’t want him to come with us,” he answers. You don’t buy it, but at the same time you know he’s not going to crack just yet.

With a sigh, you say: “I don’t think that’s all, but I know you won’t tell me. Can’t he just come with us? Who knows, he might be of help!”

He remains silent for a few more moments, then: “Fine.”

You grin before darting back into the room. The Elsen looks up at you hopefully.

“Come on, we can help you get out,” you coo, smiling.

“Wh-what about the ghosts?” he asks.

“We can protect you from them. Trust me,” you answer before offering your hand to him. He takes it gratefully before you pull him up.

“Thank you very much, ma’am,” he replies. You hear the Batter scoff quietly from behind you.

“You’re welcome,” you respond.

“Let’s go,” comes Batter’s voice as he nearly stomps out of the room. You roll your ryes. So much for taking a break.

“Ignore him. He’s always grumpy,” you inform, taking his small hand and pulling him behind you.

…

During your trek through the exasperating maze, you noticed Batter was considerably quieter and tenser. Eventually, you had decided that he would tell you about whatever was bothering whenever it suited him. He seemed to be angry too, if the way he was taking out whatever monstrosity showed itself. It was almost like he didn’t want to listen to you but did anyway. His stubbornness grew to the point where you just allowed him to do whatever he wanted with the battles, so you could comfort the Elsen.

And when, finally, you five reached the Judge, the Elsen quickly thanked you and scampered off while Batter spoke to the Judge. You waved at the unfortunate Elsen before turning back to the conversation at hand.

“Is not this publicity so effective and efficient whilst defying the basics of consumer marketing?” the Judge says once he sees you. The two of them are facing some kind of advertisement painted on the wall.

“For silkier hair: the meat fountains of Alma,” Batter reads, clearly unamused.

“Oh, you can read? Anyway, I am glad to have found you. Maybe you can help me unravel the mystery that fate has placed before me,” the Judge comments. He glances up at you and smiles before trotting over to you. You sit down cross-legged against the wall before he crawls onto your lap. Smiling, you pet his soft fur.

“It turns out that my brother has been living in this area for many years. He has a special affinity for colors of the cool kind. Unfortunately, I have so far failed to cross his path. I have tried to betake myself to the roof of the library, where he resides. However, I found the door closed. Even the long hours of intensive, repeated meowing and compulsive scratching did not do a thing.”

“Aw, I’m sorry Judge. Is there anything we can do to help?” you question, scratching him behind his ear. He mewls in response, flipping over onto his back in a silent request for tummy rubs.

“My request is as follows: if at the bend of a corridor you happen to see Valerie, give him my greetings.”

You nod. “Will do.”

“Okay,” The Batter agrees. “Puppeteer, I’m going to go speak to Zacharie for a moment. Do you mind waiting here while I do so?”

You’re mildly surprised, but you agree anyway. “Uh, no, go ahead.”

“Thank you.” He saunters away, trusty bat in hand with Alpha and Omega following him.

You blink. “That was weird.”

“Eccentric of the Batter indeed,” agrees The Judge, “what do you think is amiss?”

“He’s been acting very…out of character lately,” you muse, “I’m not entirely sure what’s going on.” Is he mad at you? Should you be doing something differently? If so, then why isn’t he just talking to you about it? “I wonder if he’s mad at me.”

“I highly doubt that. Your beloved Puppet could never be angry with you for long,” The Judge responds.

You shake your head, causing the Judge to glance up at you. “I don’t know, Judge. If I did something wrong, he just…he needs to speak up. I guess I should ask him about that, huh?”

The Judge nods. “If you truly believe so, then communication is the sole solution.”

“Alright, then,” you sigh, sifting your fingers through his soft fur.

A few minutes later, Batter reappears in the room, the Add Ons at his side. It was then you realized he didn’t buy anything because you were the one holding the credits.

“You good?” you question as the Judge reluctantly slides off of your lap.

“Yes. We should go,” he answers, although you catch a glimpse of his cheeks, which are…wait, is he blushing? You wonder what the odd merchant had said this time around.

Before you left, however, you approached the masked merchant standing idly behind the counter.

“Ah, buenos dias, dearest Puppeteer. How could I be of assistance?”

“Could I see what you have on you?” you ask. He chuckles.

“Of course, belle femme,” he replies, showing you his wares. You’d grown used to the odd nicknames he gave you.

You ended buying a few Fortune Tickets and some meat, placing all purchased items in your inventory before bidding Zacharie goodbye. Before you can move away, however, the merchant catches your hand in his. You freeze, watching as he lifts his mask ever-so-slightly before he brings the back of your hand to his lips.

“It’s always a pleasure to serve this little ragtag team of yours. Sois prudente, jolie fille.” Releasing your hand, he chuckles at your shocked expression, smirking as he glances at your stunned Puppet.

“Th-thank you,” you stutter before Batter places his hand behind your back and pushes you out of the door.

Once you’re outside, you blink a few times before you’re able to speak again. “Dude. What. The. Fuck?”

Batter shakes his head, probably both at your choice of language and recent events. “Language. I don’t know why he’s…” he sighs.

“He’s so weird. Wait…aren’t you fluent in French? What did he say?” you question.

Batter huffs. “The first nickname was ‘beautiful woman’. The second one was ‘Be safe, pretty girl’.”

Your cheeks grow even redder upon hearing the translation. “W-what? Really?”

He nods, remaining silent as the two of you continue to the park.

“Puppeteer…” he starts, voice soft.

“Yeah?” you ask, looking up at him. He avoids your gaze blatantly.

“I…” he trails off before continuing, “I think we should rest in Zone 0 before going to the park.”

You nod, the exhaustion of getting through the maze catching up with you. “Agreed.”

…

Once you two have reached the abandoned Zone, Batter hurriedly guides you past Zacharie, despite his greeting, and ushers to the upper levels.

“Which floor would you like to stay on?” he questions.

“Here’s fine,” you respond, sliding onto the floor. He hesitates before sitting next to you and dropping his bat onto the floor. You lean your head on his shoulder, causing him to tense up a bit before relaxing.

You hear him sigh again. “I’ve upset you, haven’t I?” His voice sounds uncharacteristically sullen for a man as stoic as he usually is.

“Kind of. I just wish you would talk to me. What’s going on with you, Batter? You’ve been acting weird lately.”

He heaves yet another sigh as you straighten your neck and shift. Batter looks up at you while you move. You end up straddling him with your hands on his shoulders. He stiffens at your gentle touches. From this angle, you can finally see his eyes.

You can’t tell exactly what color his eyes are, so you reach up before grasping the brim of his hat. He catches your wrist gently before you can pull it off all the way.

“Do you mind?” you whisper. “I really want to see your eyes.”

His grip on your wrist loosens before he removes it completely. “Go ahead.”

You smile at him in a silent thank-you before you remove it.

His eyes are a pretty shade of amber. They hold a kind of exhaustion that could only be obtained by fighting for something one couldn’t accomplish.

“Your eyes are beautiful,” you comment, smiling, “why didn’t you want me to see them?”

He bites his lip for a moment before looking away. “I am not entirely sure. I guess I just…don’t want you to see my…my real ones.”

“Your real ones?” you question, tilting your head slightly.

“Yes,” he confirms, placing a hand on your cheek. “I don’t want to scare you.”

“You won’t, Batter. Will you show me, please?” you ask, enjoying the feeling of his hands.

“Very well,” he says, “will you close your eyes for a moment?”

You obey quietly, pressing a hand against his. His hands are much bigger than yours as well as drier and calloused from using his bat so much.

“You may open your eyes now.”

Upon opening them, you find that his amber orbs have been replaced with four eyes. The irises are a deep shade of burgundy while the rest of the eye is a pretty crimson color.

“Whoa,” you breathe, removing your hand in order to trace the skin around his eyes. Even though it’s definitely unnatural for a human, he still looks handsome. “Those are even cooler!”

“You think so?” he questions, still unsure.

“Yes. I mean…I’ve never met anyone with red eyes before. I…I think they look even better than your other ones,” you confess, smiling shyly at him.

He studies your face for a moment before a teensy little smile lights up his face. “Thank you, Puppeteer. Thank you.”

You chuckle. “That’s what you get for having a pretty face. Now,” you lean back a little. “What’s been going on with you?”

His little blush is back, which almost makes you giggle. “Well…it has to do with what I talked to Zacharie about earlier.”

“Oh?”

“Yes. I…whenever I saw you hugging the Elsen or just…being affectionate with someone else, it made me angry. I wasn’t sure what exactly why I was; after all, you were just trying to be comforting. I knew Zacharie would have an answer, and he did. He informed me that…I should tell you. I wasn’t sure how. Eventually, he told me that…I was…jealous.”

You chuckle. “If you wanted a hug you should’ve just asked,” you respond, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling yourself to him. Burying your face into the crook of his neck, you smile as you feel him return it with a relieved smile. He loosely wraps his strong arms around your waist, pulling you closer to him.

You note that he smells like…bubblegum? Not just any bubblegum, but the kind that’s sort of stringy? Like the baseball gum. You chuckle, inhaling his scent.

Suddenly, he slides his hands up to your neck and he gently pushes you back a little bit, rubbing the tips of his thumbs over your jawline. You move your hands to his chest, right over his heart. It steadily beat beneath your fingertips. After that, your gaze sinks down to see his lips: they’re dry and chapped, but still so, so kissable.

The Batter releases a grunt before he pulls you forward, and your lips collide. He’s gentle and slow at first, testing the waters. When the two of you break apart for a moment, you go in for another one again; this time around, it gets a little more heated.

His hands slide back down to your waist, where he pulls your torso to his. You find your hands tangled in his ivory white hair. You feel him running his hands along your curves, to the small of your back, then retreating to your waist again.

You’re pulled back by the need for air. As you gaze into his red eyes, you recollect just why you love this man. He had protected you, tried to help you when no one else would. Even when he did get a little snappy, it was because he wasn’t exactly sure what to make of both the situation and his own feelings. It was there when you were looking at him, you realized he felt the same way.

He breathes your name, brushing a hand against your cheek again. You can tell he’s at a lost for words.

“I had a feeling you wanted more than a hug.”

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sierraraeck · 3 years

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The Better Kisser

BAU x Bi!Fem!Reader

Emily x Bi!Fem!Reader

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Summary: After finding out that you haven’t had very many kissing experiences, the team realizes you’re the perfect candidate to judge who the best kisser on the team is.

Category: Fluff

Warnings: As you may have guessed, lots of kissing.

Word Count: 3.8k

A/N: Just a little something that popped into my head that I just needed to write. This is technically an AU where the members of the team are Hotch, Rossi, Spencer, Penelope, Derek, Emily, JJ, Luke, and Tara. Everyone is single.

It was true. You hadn’t kissed very many people. You decided long ago that it wasn’t really in the cards for you, dating and kissing and relationships, that is, so yeah. You weren’t what one would call an ‘experienced kisser.’ Your friends had teased you for it, but you’d always shrugged it off. It wasn’t something to be ashamed of.

You’d never thought it’d be something to be grateful for either, until tonight.

It’d been a long, hard case, and everyone was dying to get out of the stupid office, and away from those stupid files, so that you could all finally relax, maybe even have some fun. You’d only been with the team for about three months, and it was like an entire whirlwind throwing you this way and that. You also hadn’t gotten to know the team too well either, considering how busy you all constantly were. Your first week on the job, they went out for drinks after a case, but you were so exhausted that you left after the first round.

There hadn’t been time, or energy, since then for the team to spend quality, relaxed time together. That’s why tonight was extra exciting.

“You’re telling me that throughout all of highschool, all of college, you haven’t kissed more than two people?” Derek asked incredulously. You couldn’t fully remember how you’d all gotten onto the subject, except that you had. You were sitting on Garcia’s squishy couch, littered with colorful pillows and all sorts of stuffed animals. Garcia had decided that instead of going out to a bar, you were all going to go over to her place, minus Hotch and Rossi who tapped out early.

You shrugged. “Nope. I had one boyfriend and one drunk kiss, both of which were bad experiences for me. I’ve kind of avoided all of that since then.” You explained, “Plus, when would I have time for that? Between my college studies and getting into the FBI, then BAU, I didn’t really have free time.”

“I mean, sure, I guess,” Derek continued, “but come one. There had to be guys falling at your feet!”

You laughed. “Not all of us have that kind of draw, Derek.” He nudged you, and you nudged him back with a wink.

He was right, though. You were stunning. Even when you just put your hair up and wore sweatpants, there was just something about you. You would probably look good in a trash bag. But men were not just falling at your feet. Even if they were, you wouldn’t notice, putting all of your energy into chasing your dreams instead. You thought that was a very reasonable, and responsible, thing of you to do.

Plus, you’d done the whole boyfriend thing, and weren’t really interested in trying it again. Well, not as interested as you were in trying the whole girlfriend thing. And your first day on the job, a certain badass brunette caught your eye, and was even the first one to make you really feel like part of the team. You were finding it harder and harder to resist her pull.

“Yeah Derek,” JJ chimed in, drawing your attention back to the conversation, “Not all of us can rack up eight phone numbers and five make out sessions in one night.”

“What can I say?” Derek beamed, pride shining in his eyes. “I’m a great kisser.” Emily snorted. When Derek glared at her, she pressed her lips together and looked down. “What?”

“Nothing,” Emily sang, shaking her head with an air of mischief.

“No seriously, what?”

“It’s just that if you read girls half as well as you claim to, you might wonder if that’s always the case.” Derek’s jaw hung open, and Emily smirked at him with unabashed confidence. You stared at her and her piercing eyes, and you couldn’t help but admire how sexy she was when she was confident, smug even.

“Wow, you’re gonna go there?” Derek asked, feigning hurt disbelief, “And how would you know that?”

Again, Emily shrugged and nonchalantly stated, “Because I know how women act when they kiss me. And trust me. They’re actually enjoying themselves.”

Some ‘ooh’s radiated throughout the room, and based on the look Penelope had plastered to her face, things were about to get good.

You watched in amusement as Derek sat up a little straighter, “Is that a challenge?”

“If you want it to be.” Emily’s brows shot up.

“Alright, you’re on,” Derek nodded, determination radiating off of him.

“Well, I don’t know how strong either of your games are,” Luke spoke up, glancing quickly over at Spencer who was just observing the whole encounter, “but I think I could take on both of you.”

“No you could not,” Tara sneered from beside him.

“And you could?” Luke challenged.

Setting her glass down, Tara replied, “Yes.”

You giggled at the thought of the four of them having a kiss-off, just imagining how utterly chaotic that would be due to all of their extraordinarily competitive natures.

“Oh my god, this is going to be so fun!” Penelope squealed. “Now we just have to figure out who’s going to judge!”

“We can’t really use one of us because some people might be biased or recognize the kisser,” Emily casually stated. It took a moment for you to realize what she’d just admitted to. Who on the team has kissed before? But before you could really start thinking about it, you noticed that everyone’s gaze had slowly turned to you.

“What is happening right now?” you questioned, looked between them.

The five of them exchanged excited, knowing looks before training their attention back on you. Then you got it. “Are you serious?”

“You’re the only one who hasn’t kissed one of us!” Derek explained, as if it were obvious.

“You mean…” you trailed off, but again couldn’t complete the thought before someone interrupted.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” Penelope promised. “And you seem like you’d be a very neutral judge.”

“Not to mention,” Tara added, “You’re a pretty blank slate since you haven’t really kissed anyone.”

“Don’t worry though, we’ll show you a good time,” Derek assured with a wink.

Heads nodded. You were a bit worried that there would be some hurt feelings by the end of this, but they were all adults, and the appeal to kiss all of them, along with their eager faces, became enough to convince you to say yes.

“Yes!” Derek exclaimed. He looked pointedly at Emily, “It is so on.”

She just rolled her eyes. “Pen, do you have a blindfold?”

“A what?” you asked.

“Well we can’t have you getting biased on us. This has to be strictly about kissing.” Hearing her explain it with such reason hampered your growing nerves a bit. Like you’d said, you hadn’t kissed very many people and you were worried how much better they were going to be at it than you.

You reminded yourself that this was more about them than you, and tried to use that to calm yourself down. You were about to be kissed by some of the most attractive people you’d met. This was definitely not a bad place to be.

While Penelope rummaged through her belongings to get a makeshift blindfold, Luke convinced Spencer to join and JJ decided to participate.

Pretty soon, they had you seated in a chair, another one across from you, waiting for whoever was going to go first, while Emily explained some ground rules. “We are going to go in rounds. We will each kiss her and then after every round, Y/N will eliminate one of us based on the number in the round we kissed her so she doesn’t know who it is. No touching. You can’t use your hands in any way, this has to purely be about the kiss. And kiss however you normally would, no matter what that means for you.”

“No hands?” Spencer questioned. You were still surprised that he’d agreed to join, let alone ask a question like that. Luke gave him an odd look from behind while Emily confirmed the rule.

“Your hands might give away who you are, and again, this is just about the kiss.”

“Alright, alright, let’s just get started,” Derek complained, as Penelope tied the blindfold behind your head.

Now that you couldn’t see, you relied on your hearing to figure out what was happening. You heard some shuffling and disgruntled whispering, then you heard the chair across from you slide across the floor toward you. You waited anxiously as the person leaned in and pressed their lips to yours.

Their lips were plush and soft, but the kiss seemed a little too forced. It was a bit excited and you could feel their smile as they started pulling away. It was a pretty good kiss, definitely better than your previous two, despite the fact that it only lasted a few seconds. You couldn’t help but try and guess who it was, thinking it was either Penelope or Tara.

The next person who sat down completely blew the person before them out of the water. It was a much longer kiss and the person even swiped their tongue across your bottom lip for entry. You weren’t really thinking as you gave them access, the heat in your body starting to rise. You just hoped that your face wasn’t giving any of that heat away, so you were almost grateful that the person pulled away.

There was a bout of silence, which made you feel a little awkward, but soon enough, you heard the cushion squish down across from you. Their knee knocked yours, as you assumed they crossed their legs. Being a profiler, you were very used to picking up on body language with your eyes, making it kind of fun to try and pick up those same behavioral cues with all of your other senses. This person, you could tell, was very hesitant. You couldn’t say you were surprised when the person really only pecked you on the lips.

Number four in the line up started out pretty good, but you felt them start shaking or something halfway through. You quickly realized that they were laughing and you pulled back. You couldn’t help but smile when you asked, “Why are you laughing?”

Up until then, they had laughed pretty silently, but once you called them out, they just full out chuckled. “I’m sorry!” Tara unapologetically said through more laughs. “I couldn’t help it. I blame Luke.”

You laughed with her as you playfully shook your head. “You were doing so well up until then!”

“I know!” she agreed.

“I guess this means you’re out?” you half questioned.

Tara gave an over dramatic sigh, but you could hear the smile in her voice as she stated, “I guess so.” As she walked away, Luke gave a small ‘ow,’ and you assumed she’d hit him. You wondered what about this was Luke’s fault? Had he said something to her?

Either way, someone took her spot across from you. They wasted no time leaning in and putting their lips on yours. The kiss started out slow and gentle, like they were easing you into it. But gradually, as you both became more used to the other, it picked up pace, your mouths starting to move in sync. It felt like all of their energy was focused on you and exploring your mouth with their tongue. It was by far the most passionate kiss you’d experienced, and you tried to hide the pout from your face as they pulled back, chasing their lips for only a second before remembering there was an audience, and a competition.

Person number six was … good. You couldn’t really describe it. They used, what now seemed to you to be, a medium amount of tongue, for a medium amount of time. It was a good kiss, you weren’t saying it wasn’t, it just didn’t have any quirk or something unique that stood out. It was just … good. You knew Tara was out, so you tried to guess who that person could be. You thought maybe JJ, or possibly Luke, but you couldn’t be sure.

The final person who kissed you was intense. They had plump, captivating lips, but the way they kissed verged on overwhelming. They were also a little sloppy in their movements, and it was like you could tell they weren’t fully invested. Distracted, maybe? Again, not bad, but nothing like some of the other kissers.

The air was hot and heavy as Emily spoke up. “Okay, we’ve all gone. You know Tara is out, she was number four, so who else from this round would you eliminate?”

You pretended to think about it, even though it actually wasn’t that hard to pick. “I think it was person number three.” The person who just sort of pecked me, you thought, but didn’t say.

The players were now down to five, and they went in the same order as they had before, minus person number three, who you guessed was Spencer, and Tara.

This round made you even more confused about who was who than the round before. The excited one you guessed was either Luke or Penelope, the intimate one you thought was Derek, the passionate one you thought was either Luke or Emily, the average one you thought was JJ, and the sloppy, intense one you had no idea about.

By the end of that round, you eliminated person number one, the overly excited, verging on too hard kisser.

The next round was a no brainer. The intimate kisser, Derek you thought, upped his game. He kissed you for longer, used a bit more tongue, but was still somehow gentle. If you thought he’d upped his game, you weren’t prepared for person number two. They also upped their game, keeping your mouths molded together for longer than before, something you were more than happy about. You couldn’t quite place exactly what it was about their kiss, maybe that it seemed so perfectly balanced, incorporated the perfect amount of everything, or something else, but they were absolutely magnetic. It sent electric waves through your body, making you feel a little tingly. You felt sort of bad for the average kisser, most likely JJ, because they had to follow that up. And finally the sloppy kisser, who you still couldn’t place. They didn’t up their game at all. If anything, they felt more distracted by the minute, and pulled away earlier than the rest.

“Person number four,” you stated when Tara asked who was getting eliminated.

It was now down to three; the intimate kisser, you predicted Derek, the passionate kisser, either Luke or Emily, and the average kisser, probably JJ.

There was some shuffling, a faint whispering, a small ‘ow,’ and then Tara spoke up again. “Now that there are only three left, as long as you are okay with it, they want to use their hands.”

You tried to downplay the excitement you were feeling with this new rule, but you were sure their trained ears could hear it in the way you said, “Yes, that’s good with me.”

The seat across from you suddenly became occupied, but before anything could happen, Tara quickly jumped in. “Wait. Y/N, you can’t use your hands.” When you pouted a little, she explained, “Well if you did, you’d definitely know who is who, so…”

You sighed, but agreed, waiting in anticipation for the person across from you to touch you.

It started soft, their long fingers brushing over your cheeks as they leaned in. Soon enough, though, the entirety of their hands were firmly cupping your face and pulling you ridiculously close, close enough to feel some of their body heat. It was intimate, and again made you feel like the most important person to whoever those lips and hands belonged to. You rubbed your thumb into your palm, wanting nothing more than to reach out and touch them, but you knew you couldn’t. Your sole focus was on them, them on you, and you had to say it was one of the best kisses of the night.

That person made you feel like the most important person in the world, but the next person kissed you like you were the only person in the world. They started out by tucking your hair behind your ear, then slowly sliding their fingers back into the loose strands. As they started to kiss you, they moved their other hand behind your head, cradling the back of your neck. The person before them had captured your focus, but this person erased any thoughts your mind was capable of forming. You couldn’t think about anything other than the way their tongue moved against yours, and the shiver they sent down your spine as one of their hands traveled the length of it, coming to rest just above your hip, strong, confident fingers pulling you closer. It was a moment you never wanted to end, and one that left you in a cold shock when it eventually did.

You almost didn’t even want the last person to kiss you because of how you knew it would never come close to what you’d just experienced, but a competition was a competition. The third person kissed you similarly to how they’d done before, good but nothing special, their hands resting comfortably on your hips.

When it was all over, you asked, “Can I take off the blindfold now? I know who the winner is.”

“Sure, but announce who first,” Tara suggested.

“Okay,” you agreed. “The third person got third, the first person got second, and the second person was the winner. Can I take the blindfold off now?” you asked again. You were eager to find out who was who. When you didn’t get an immediate response warning you not to, you stood up and quickly ripped it off to quite the amusing sight. Spencer looked as bright as a cherry, Penelope looked shocked but proud, Tara was smirking, Luke’s eyes were the size of beach balls, JJ looked indifferent, Emily was smirking, and Derek looked like he’d just been shot. “So are you going to tell me who was who?”

Without answering, Emily took two large strides toward you and placed her lips back on yours. One of her hands slid back into your hair while the other rested above your waist, and you smiled into the kiss. Of course it was you, you thought. When she pulled away, you were both smiling like idiots, and she gave you a single eyebrow raise as you both turned to look at Derek.

“I got third?” he asked, still in a state of bewilderment.

“What?” you asked, just as shocked as he was. “I thought you got second.”

Emily snorted. “You thought Spencer was Derek?”

What?! You spun to face Spencer, the person you were sure got out the first round, and he was still blushing like he’d been out in the sun for far too long. “You took second?” He nodded nervously. You beamed at him, causing him to return a shy smile, then look down at his fiddling hands. “You’re a really good kisser,” you complimented.

Derek repeated, “I took third? Emily, I guess I kinda get,” she rolled her eyes at that, “but Pretty Boy?”

You shrugged, and Luke jumped in, though not nearly as harsh as Derek had been. “Yeah, I took fourth, but Spencer got second?”

You offered him a cheeky smile, remembering how distracted he felt while kissing you, and the not-so-subtle glances he constantly made at Spencer all the time. You took the opportunity to encourage whatever was going on there. “He did. Like I said, he’s a good kisser. Very intimate, like I was the only one on his mind. You should try kissing him sometime. Might help you feel less distracted.” You winked and Spencer looked like he wanted to evaporate. Luke, on the other hand, was just staring at Spencer, and you could see the gears spinning in his head. He finally mumbled a ‘what the hell’ before pulling Spencer to him by the back of his neck. Spencer seemed immediately surprised, but recovered quite quickly, no hesitation to his movements after the initial shock. They kissed each other probably exactly how they’d just kissed you, Spencer’s hands cupping Luke’s face, Luke’s hands resting on the back of Spencer’s neck and lower back. Although, you’d have to say that Luke looked a bit more focused than he’d been with you. You laughed while some of the other members hooted. This was something that’d been a long time coming.

When they pulled away, Luke nodded. “Y/N, I definitely agree with you.”

Spencer smiled, and playfully nudged Luke as he said, “Y/N, I also agree with you.”

“Hey!” Luke exclaimed, but he was smiling the brightest he had in a while.

Derek was still a mess, not enjoying the moment as much as he usually would’ve, and asked, “What did I do wrong?”

“You didn’t do anything wrong,” you assured, “You’re a good kisser, but there’s just nothing too special about it. It’s kinda just…”

Emily and Derek looked at you expectantly before Emily got it. “Wait. Are you calling him average?”

She looked way too excited for the occasion, but she was right. He was just kinda average. You nonchalantly admitted, “I guess.”

Derek let his hands fall to his sides with a slap, his mouth still hanging open. Emily’s lips curled up into a sly smile as she placed a hand on Derek’s shoulder. “It’s okay. Not everyone can be as good as me.” He shrugged her hand off his shoulder, and she held out her hand. Derek reached into his back pocket producing his wallet, and grudgingly slapped a crumpled $20 into her open palm. You gawked at them, not realizing that they’d placed a bet on their skills.

Emily returned to your side, closer than she’d really ever stood to you before, and gave you a smile that seemed on the shyer side for her, biting her lip as she peered at you through her lashes. You mirrored her shy smile, pressing your lips together as heat quickly spread to your cheeks. You turned back to the rest of the conversation that demanded your attention, people wanting to know why you eliminated them. But you couldn’t help glancing over at Emily every now and then, and couldn’t hide your joy when you saw that she was gazing back.

Who knows? Maybe that night was going to be the start of two great relationships in the BAU.

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Insatiable ( Jungkook x Oc ) Chapter 4

Pairing : Jeon Jungkook x OC

Rating 18+

Genre : Vampire Au!!!! , DILF! Jungkook ! Bodyguard AU! Babysitter OC! Age difference!!!

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

Chapter 4

“Dearest, I am appalled. “ My father said apologetically. “ Jungkook told me what happened at the dinner and I’m beginning to rethink this whole idea. These pups need to be on a leash , if they cannot control themselves to this extent.”

I was curled up on the couch next to my dad, his fingers gently stroking my hair while he stared at the screen in front of us. It carried all the accounts of the mansion for the week and the numbers made my head swim . So I ignored it, eating the freshly baked macarons that cook had sent up from the kitchen.

My father occasionally consulted from a bunch of files spread out on the table in front of him and I shuddered again when I thought about Mingyu.

“He was an awful choice father. I should have just told you to set things up with Yugyeom.” I grimaced.

My father nodded at once.

“Of course dearest, I’ll talk to him myself and see if he’s free this weekend. Will that work for you?”

“thank you father.” I said brightly, curling up next to him.

For a few minutes, we both stayed quiet, him humming as he leafed through the files, me munching on a few ripe tangerine pieces.

“What do you think of Jungkook?” My father said suddenly, making me cough.

I swallowed, throat dry.

My father felt me stiffen against him and he chuckled.

“Don’t panic, love. I am way too old not to recognize heartache when I see it. Especially in my own daughter. Your display at the breakfast table yesterday was quite unlike you and I realized, it’s not just a silly infatuation anymore, is it ? ” He rubbed the back of his fingers on my cheek, soothing and gentle.

I didn’t reply.

“I think he’s a good...man.” I finished.

“Ahhh...” My father chuckled. “ Man. Here I am , trying to foist you off on boys who’ve barely popped their fangs for the first time .... when it is obvious that what you need is someone reliable and in control. Therein lies the appeal, does it not, dearest? ”

I flushed red, scrambling to sit up , and clutching the fabric of my skirt in a death grip.

“It’s... it’s stupid. I’ll get over it.” I choked out.

My father hummed.

“Have you told him how you feel?” He asked gently and I stared at him.

“You’re not mad.?” I whispered.

My father chuckled.

“Why would I be mad? I’ve known him for five whole centuries. He’s a fine, upstanding man. Jungkook is fair and strong. He is more than capable of taking care of you and the best part, you would be able to live here forever. I would be lucky to have him as my son in law.” He said firmly.

I felt my body go lax in disbelief.

“Somi .. Somi said...That you wouldn’t approve. Because he isn’t from a strong clan. ”

“Somi worries too much about what the others in our clan may say. Especially your uncle. He’s coming back soon remember? “ My father grimaced.

I felt a shiver run through me.

“Uncle Jaebum? He’s coming back?” I whispered, terrified.

My father hummed, kissing the side of my head.

“Yes he is, love. But don’t worry. I’ll handle him. Your uncle still believes that lineage plays some role in how a vampire turns out but couldn’t be more wrong. i mean , young Mr. Mingyu has single handedly proven that theory wrong , hasn’t he?” My father shook his head, laughing, “ So tell me, has Jungkook agreed to court you?”

I groaned.

“He has categorically stated that he doesn’t want to court me.” I said softly.

My father laughed at that.

“That must’ve been a novel experience for you.”

I pouted.

“Father!” I whined.

“Alright, alright ...dearest. I won’t tease. Did he say why? ” He pressed a kiss to the top of my head.

“Because I’m too young? Possibly.... He said something about carrying too much baggage and not wanting to ruin my life.”

My father made a noise of impatience.

“The boy is an overthinker. He’s always been that way. He doesn’t look that way but he cares deeply about hurting others. It’s possible he’s only trying to protect you. Albeit in a very misguided way. “

“ Perhaps. But, whatever the reason, he’s not willing to court me. So, no. i don’t think he wants to be your son in law. I wish I could change his mind. ” I muttered, snuggling closer into him.

“Ah, you know I can’t change his mind for you, don’t you flower? That’s your job...”

I sighed.

“I know...”

“If Jungkook does choose to court you. You will have my blessing. I will give you a wedding that will make the world watch in awe. “ He said firmly.

i laughed.

“Really? You made Somi marry Jimin in the barn on the estate.” I grinned.

“Well, Don’t tell your brothers and sisters but you are my favorite after all. “ He whispered conspiratorially and I grinned.

It was funny because I knew he wasn’t even lying.

After my mother had left the clan, my father had taken on the role with enthusiasm. Unlike the head of clans all over the world, my father was approachable , friendly and deeply involved in his children’s lives. And he had always adored me.

“And even if Jungkook doesn’t realize how amazing you are, remember that there are plenty of good men out there. I want you to be happy, dearest. I will not settle for anything less than your complete happiness. “ My father said fiercely and I hugged him closer.

I loved this man too damn much.

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“ You’re so good at what you do, Sera .” Lee Minhyuk gave me a seductive smile as he watched me wrestle his one year old daughter into her booties with one hand while i kept the other wrapped around her to stop her from toppling backwards on the small seat.

How about you stop flirting and help me dress your daughter , you asshole, I thought angrily, grunting from the effort of crouching for long periods of time.

When the fluffy blue fur boots were finally on, I gave little Cherin’s squishy thighs a soft squeeze, pressing a kiss to her perfect cheeks.

“Good bye cherry berry...” I sang softly, waving gently as she hugged her father’s legs before being scooped up into his arms.

“So, are you free this friday? We could get something to eat?” Minhyuk gave me a wink.

His wife was out of town.

I offered a polite smile in return.

“I’m going to have to pass on that. I don’t date parents, Minhyuk ssi.” I bowed my head lightly.

Minhyuk looked annoyed but his gaze flitted to the 6′3″ man behind me, and he didn’t push the subject, merely bowing before leaving.

Behind me Jungkook cleared his throat.

I turned and he gave me a slow, lazy smirk.

“You don’t date parents? Does that mean we’re not on for tonight anymore?” His eyes danced with mirth, mischief glinting in the black orbs.

I flushed red.

“Stop it, “ i hissed peering over his shoulder to make sure none of the other workers in the daycare had heard him.

Jungkook smiled a little at the panic in my face.

“But then , it isn’t really a date is it? You only want my body.” He sighed deeply in faux disappointment.

I gave him an impish smile.

“It is the best thing you have on offer....” I shrugged.

He laughed.

“Fair enough. Did you tell your dad about Mingyu? ” He asked as the workers began to leave one by one. Joowon had left with some of the other kids earlier, Jimin and Somi having promised to take the kids in the clan out for icecream.

I picked up the stray blocks, dropping them into the huge laundry basket repurposed as a toy bag. i got on my hands and knees to peer under the huge wooden dresser in the corner, looking for stray blocks or toys and picking a few.

My back screamed in protest and i wondered if I was going to spend the rest of eternity with an achy back. I was just too young to be feeling this old.

Was Park Jimin onto something with the whole yoga and stretching and exercise and healthy eating ? Should I stop binge eating french fries and possibly start eating salads?

I sighed, straightening up and twisting my torso a bit only to find Jungkook with his gaze leveled very obviously on my ass.

So much so he didn’t even notice I was looking at him.

I cleared my throat and his gaze left my butt, meeting mine with an absolutely unrepentant look on his face.

“What?” He shrugged. “ I’m just seeing what I’m going to be working with tonight .”

I felt my face flame, hating the way an absolutely ridiculous smile was threatening to make its way onto my face. I turned away quickly, crawling on all fours to the next dresser and peering under it too.

once all the toys were put away and I’d double checked the to do list on the board , We finally closed the day care down for the night. It was just little past six and I stood by the door, watching while he carefully checked all the side gates and the backyard.

Slipping the key into my backpack , I began the walk back to the mansion and he fell into step next to me.

“You didn’t answer my question....” He said softly and I blinked.

“Oh?” I couldn’t remember.

“ Did you tell your father what happened with Mingyu?”

“Did you?” I retorted. and he shrugged.

“I had to give a complete play by play report. Your father was incredibly upset.”

I chuckled.

“He’s very protective of me..” I shrugged.

Jungkook went tellingly quiet.

I felt foreboding rise inside me. Jungkook inhaled sharply, obviously staring to say something but i cut him off quickly.

“He likes you!!” I blurted out quickly. “ I mean..he approves of you... Told me he wouldn’t mind you being his son in law.”

My lack of filter was going to get me killed one of these days.

Jungkook however seemed more amused than annoyed.

“Well, considering the kind of candidates in the race, I can see why he would prefer me. “ He laughed.

I frowned. There was something smug in his tone that irked me. He shouldn’t get to be smug about something like that when he didn’t even want to be with me in the first place.

“They’re not all clowns. Yugyeom is a great guy.” I said sharply.

Jungkook’s eyebrow shot up.

“Is it so?”

I nodded, honest.

“He’s older... almost two centuries old now and he’s a good friend.”

“Two centuries? How on earth did he become your friend?”

“He was one of my tutors during college. So I kind of had a crush on him.... It was all exciting .... You know, teacher and student .....forbidden love and all that “ I smiled.

Jungkook gave me a cheeky smile.

“Ahh...ever sucked his dick off under the desk? Or dreamed of it at least? ” He asked casually and I choked.

“ What? “

“Why do you look so shocked? isn’t that the most common of fantasies?“

I glared at him .

“No... I did not. That’s indecent.”

He stopped walking.

I walked a few steps ahead and paused, turning to stare at him.

“What?” I demanded.

“Sera , what the actual fuck do you think we’re going to be doing tonight?” He asked thoughtfully.

I spluttered .

“I... Its different. I was too young back then. Of course I know what you’re going to do tonight.” I said impatiently, turning around to keep going.

But his hand shot out, gripping my arm and pulling me to him. I crashed into his chest, gripping the fabric to steady myself.

“For someone who was so eager to have me show her the ‘ ropes’ , you’re quite intent on running from me, anytime i bring it up.” He whispered.

i stared resolutely at his chest, refusing to meet his eyes. It wasn’t that I was shy per se. But just looking at his face made me lose my braincells.

“I’m not running away. I just....” Don’t want to read too much into your flirting. Your teasing. Your interest in me. I have to keep my heart safe and I can’t do that with you offering me all of your attention....

“Don’t be nervous, alright? I’ll take good care of you.” He smiled softly.

God, I hated this man.

I could feel heat pool in my belly, spreading all over my body and the urge to throw myself into his arms was so overwhelming.

“I know you will. “ I said softly, finally looking up at him, pressing my palm to his face. “ You’re a good man. A kind man. I knew the minute I saw you that you’d take good care of me. ”

The words seemed to affect him and he bit his lips, grabbing my wrist and pulling my hand away from his face.

“We should go.” He said shortly, pushing away from me and walking away briskly.

“Who’s the one running now, Jeon Jungkook?!!!” I yelled after him and he flipped me off without turning around.

Laughing, I ran to catch up with him again.

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At 10.55 , I stood outside Jungkook’s room, nervous but eager.

It wasn’t even the prospect of sex, I thought giddily. Just the idea of spending time with him, of listening to him talk, of having him at touching distance .....it was so intoxicating.

I knocked lightly.

Jungkook opened the door , a smile on his face and it was jarring, how young he looked like this.

He was clearly fresh out of the shower. Hair wet and and still dripping a little, he was dressed in a grey hoodie, the sleeves rolled up to show his veiny forearms and grey sweatpants, hands tucked into his pockets as he shook his hair out of his eyes.

It was a futile action and all it really did was send water droplets flying all around.

I blinked against the unexpected spray, water clinging to my lashes and my cheeks.

“Hey!! “ I protested. “ Are you a puppy? Use a towel like the rest of the world.” I mumbled.

He laughed.

“Come in, princess.” He grabbed my wrist, tugging gently and I stepped into his room, looking around eagerly.

He closed the door behind us and I heard him pull the dead bolt into place before turning the key as well.

No interruptions then.....

Good.

“Your room is actually bigger than mine.” I frowned, noting the big four poster bed, complete with a white curtained canopy. I let my gaze fall to the clean white sheets and my mind flashed back to the beautiful Helena, sprawled on the bed in nothing but her underwear.

I swallowed the bitter jealousy that threatened.

Hands wrapped around my waist from behind and he hugged me close, the warmth of his chest heavy and amazing on my body. I jumped a little when i felt the gentle press of his lips on the curve of my neck.

“You sure about this? We don’t have to do anything at all tonight. We can kiss a little, watch a movie and sleep. But you’re a big girl so I’m gonna let you call the shots.” He lightly grabbed a huge chunk of my hair, lifting it out of the way before kissing the back of my neck.

“Uh...” I stared straight ahead, already half aroused. “I want....to feel good.”

He laughed against my skin, his hold around me tightening.

“That can be arranged.” He said hotly, teeth nipping at my skin before he gently turned me around in his arms.

I looked up at him, drinking in his gorgeous face and he hummed, eyes narrowed as though in deep thought.

“Bed?” He prompted and it was ridiculous, how one word could turn me on that bad. I nodded, making to move but he surprised me, crouching and grabbing the back of my thighs, pulling me up so easily, that I shrieked. I wrapped my thighs around his waist, more by instinct than intent and he laughed at the look on my face.

“This always gets the ladies going.” He winked and I flushed.

“Show off...” I muttered, lightly punching his shoulders and he shrugged.

“I don’t hit the gym five times a week to not show off darling.” he drawled, walking over to the bed and tossing me on the mattress. I bounced off the surface, squawking in surprise and I scrambled to sit up but he was already grabbing the hem of his hoodie and tossing it off.

I’d never seen him shirtless but before I could fully appreciate the view, he was climbing on the bed. He grabbed my ankles, tugging me away from the head board and I landed on my back with an oof.

“Ow. You’re being entirely too careless with me. “ I protested.

He crawled forward on his knees, closer and closer till he was throwing one leg over my body, straddling my waist.

“Thought you wanted to be put in your place.” He reminded me and I grinned up at him.

“I think I’m right where I want to be. Under you.” I said honestly and he nodded.

“It’s where you belong.” He whispered, taking me entirely by surprise .

My heart began pounding a familiar ache, a familiar pang. I knew it was an illusion. He didn’t for a second believe I belonged here but it was hard not to believe him, when he was hovering over me , looking like a fallen angel.

God, don’t get emotionally invested. He doesn’t actually mean it, you fool.

“Kiss me.” I held my arms up and he lowered himself carefully, keeping his weight off me as he kissed me, soft and gentle. I let my fingers tangle in the damp ebony locks, tugging gently as he angled himself better, tongue begging entrance.

The heady mint taste of him, sent me into over drive and I wrapped both my legs around his waist, pulling him down.

I took a second to just take him in.

The scent of his skin against mine, clean and woody, slightly sweaty, but mostly just musky. The smell of a man . The weight of him on my body, the hardness of his arousal evident even through the sweatpants. He pulled back to stare at me, his fingers brushing my cheeks.

“You have perfect lips for kissing. Lush and plump. Like tiny pillows I can sink my teeth into.” He whispered, catching my lower lip between his teeth and tugging.

“You have beautiful nipples. I want to lick them some day. .” I breathed, running my thumb on the curve of his cheek bones.

Jungkook stared at me in complete shock for a second and then laughed .

“Thats.... a new one. Jesus. “ he shook his head, almost in disbelief.

“Sorry.” I flushed and he waved off my apology.

“You wanted to feel good right? Shall I start?” His eyes twinkled.

I nodded, way too eagerly and he laughed harder.

“Okay, let’s get you out of these clothes, princess. “ He grabbed my arm, pulling me up to a sitting position before gently tugging the t shirt off my chest. I wasn’t wearing anything underneath and his breath caught s he stared at my breasts.

He stared at them for a second, swallowing before, glancing at me .

“Beautiful.” He said, voice deep and husky.

“Thank you .” I said primly.

He laughed again and shook his head.

“I can’t remember ever laughing so much before sex. This is so weird.”

“Weird bad?” i asked, nervous.

He shook his head.

“Weird good.” He leaned in, kissing my cheek just as he hooked his thumbs into my shorts, pulling them down easily and leaving me completely naked. “ Weird adorable.”

I crossed my legs, drawing my knees up at once, feeling devastatingly shy.

His eyes softened.

“You want me to turn off the lights? “ He asked gently.

“Yes please.” I said desperately and he nodded, quickly climbing off the bed and fumbling with the light switches. He left a single light on , near the closet. It left the rest of the room dimly lit.

“Am I the first one to see you like this?” He asked, rubbing his hands together before climbing onto the bed again.

“Um... after the age of ten, yes.” I laughed nervously.

He hummed.

“You’re gorgeous. Toss me that pillow.” He pointed to the one next to my head and i handed it to him.

“Lie down for me darling.” He smiled.

I hesitated, closing my eyes tight just because it was overwhelming, seeing him in front of me , shirtless and being naked in front of him.

I laid back slowly, knees still pulled up and feet on the bed, thighs pressed together.

My heart was pounding , less from nerves and more from sheer anticipation. I’d waited long enough for this to truly feel nervous or want to back out.

And the fact that it was with Jungkook... I’d pretty much hit the jackpot in first time experiences.

Hands on my knees made my eyes fly open and I found myself staring up into his face.

“You okay?” He asked gently.

i nodded.

“Let me between your legs?” He asked sweetly.

I felt the blood rush to my face, my legs shaking as I spread my knees and thighs, enough to give him space between them. His fingers closed around my ankle lightly, gentle as he ran his hands up and down my legs.

“Relax alright. You wanted to feel good and I’m going to make you feel good. The only thing you need to do is... well.. feel.” He smiled, impish bunny teeth bright even in the darkened room.

I nodded, closing my eyes.

“Don’t wanna watch?” He teased and I shook my head. My pulse kicked up at the very thought of it.

Jungkook wasn’t anything like I’d imagined, I thought miserably. He had been attractive as the stoic, serious man who wanted to do the right thing but like this : naught and flirty and charming , he was absolutely devastating and i wasn’t sure i could come out of this unscathed.

I couldn’t fight the feeling that I was making a huge mistake . that this whole thing was going to end with my heart ripped to shreds....

His lips against my forehead pulled me out of my thoughts and I swallowed.

“I’m going to touch you.” He said softly and I shuddered when his hands closed over my breasts, gentle but firm, kneading the flesh very slowly, thumbs rubbing back and forth on the nipples till they tightened.

I bit my lips to stop myself from crying out, the sensation overwhelming and foreign because it was someone else’s fingers and not my own.

“Hey... “ one soft finger pressed against my lips, parting them gently and i sobbed out loud. “ None of that.... You should be as loud as you want to...how else will I know if I’m getting the job done?”

“You’re getting it done..” I choked out, shaking all over and his kissed my lips again, quick and hard.

“So beautiful.” He murmured, lips pressing kisses down my chest and across my breasts.

“Since you wanted to lick my nipple, let me uh...return the favor? In advance ?” He laughed against my skin and I inhaled sharply when he nipped at the fleshy mound.

His lips closed around my nipples, the suction gentle but his tongue wet and insistent .

I went completely still, my hands flying to his hair and gripping so hard he grunted . My hips lifted off the bed at the sensation, every nerve ending on fire as he kept suckling and licking and god, his teeth...he was using his teeth to bite down on the nub... making me thrash my hips , my body completely overwhelmed .

He kept his lips over the peak, licking the tip over and over till it was tender and wet and hard . He used his hands to knead the other side, thumb rubbing insistently on the neglected nub and I felt my toes curling into th mattress, my arms drooping to loop around his neck as he began to move his hips as well, grinding down on to my thigh.

I was going to black out from having my nipple played with, I thought vacantly.

“Probably won’t feel this good for me but I’m glad you like it.” He laughed again and I loved the sound of it. Loved that he seemed to be enjoying this too. And I wanted him to enjoy it. Wanted to make him feel good too.

So I let my hand drop, down to his waist and then to the front of his pants.

He froze over me.

“Sera-”

“I want to.” I said desperately, knowing what he was going to say. . “ Please , let me touch you too-”

“Hey hey...shush..”He kissed me again quick and heady. “ Remember what I said? You call the shots.... “ He pressed another kiss to the corner of my lips. “ Want me to take off my sweats?”

I nodded, “ Yeah.”

He wiggled out of his pants quickly and i cursed myself for wanting the lights turned off.

I hesitated, rubbing my palm on his pecs and tracing the muscles down to his tightly packed abs and then hesitating.

“You can touch.” He said hotly and I swallowed, letting my fingers flutter down between his gloriously thick thighs. His skin was smooth and hard , like silk over steel and I let my fingers go lower, past the light dusting of hair to the thick, rigid length of him , my fingers closing over the hardness of his cock.

Jungkook jerked forward, head burying into the pillow near my head and he swore.

“Fuck...” He sounded strangled and I laughed , gripping him harder but not a lot because I wasn’t sure how much was too much. .

“I have no idea what I’m doing...” I admitted weakly , loosening my grip a little to stroke up and down over the length of his cock.

“Fuck.. just the fact that you’re doing it is going to make me cum.” He choked out and I laughed, ridiculously flattered.

He grabbed my wrist, pulling my hand away.

“Lick it.” He said softly.

I went still, my brain grinding to a halt.. Lick....??

My eyes went wide.

And so did his.

“Your palm.” He choked out. “ Lick your palm not my..... Your palm. It’s too dry.”

Oh.. oh.

Lick my palm. Not his cock. Right. Got it.

“Okay...”I drew my hand up and hesitated , unsure . Jungkook watched me like a hawk, eyes trained on my mouth and I bit my lips, cupping my palm and spitting into it, twice for good measure. feeling absolutely filthy.

“Fucking hell.” He breathed as I took my hand down to his cock again, wrapping my hand around it and it did feel better, easier to jerk him off with the lubrication. I moved my hands up and down , with no rhythm and Jungkook gritted his teeth.

“Okay... I’m gonna.. “He shivered a little when I tentatively pressed my thumb to the head, surprised to find him wet , on the top. I gathered the moisture around his slit, spreading it all over the head of his cock, using my fingers to rub circles over the crown , fingers tracing the thick vein on the underside.

inside me. This is going to be inside me.

I felt my thighs shake, my insides clenching, wetness dribbling out of me as I squirmed.

“Please... Jungkook , I...”

“I got you...” He whispered, grabbing my hand and pulling it away from his cock.

“hey-” I pouted but he shook his head.

“If you don’t keep your hands off, this'll all be over before it even begins,.” He said dryly.

I closed my eyes again, my nerves picking up.

“Listen...” He said suddenly and I blinked, staring at him. “ I’m going to get you wet...” Oh, god, “ With my tongue.”

My entire body went taut.

“I..”

“It’ll make it easier... trust me. And It’ll feel good. Wasn’t that the goal today? “ He tossed me a wink, squeezing my thighs a bit. He moved back and grabbed the pillow.

“Lift your hips up for me.” He said gently and I raised my butt, jerking when he folded the pillow in half and pushed it under my hips. And the he was crawling backwards, till his face hovered over my belly button.

“Throw your legs over my shoulders....” He said briskly, gripping my thighs , one in each and spreading my legs apart. I did as he asked, the back of my knee resting on the hard muscles of his broad shoulders and i raised my head a bit to peer down at him.

The sight of jungkook’s gorgeous fucking face between my thighs got seared into my head and I fell back, already overwhelmed.

He pressed a soft kiss to my thigh, a little nip my skin and then sucked the skin at the juncture of my hip and thigh. He was breathing in suddenly, a loud, shuddering inhale. His breathing wavered and i felt the sharp pin prick of teeth.

“Shit..”He pulled back and I jumped a little, watching him struggle. He glanced at me and I saw the flash of white between his lips. He’d dropped fang...and was clearly struggling to get them to retract.

“You can do it..” I said feverishly. “ Jungkook , you can.... Drink.”

He shook his head and glanced up at me and the look in his eyes made me startle .... because it looked like he was going to get up, move away , possibly call off this whole thing and no...no that was absolutely not going to happen.

I was not letting him back out of this.

He tried to move, but I grabbed his hair, yanking his mouth back to my thigh.

“Fucking do it...” I snapped angrily and his eyes widened at my tone, “ do it and then fuck me , Jungkook or I swear to God I’ll -”

Sharp, sharp pain lanced through my spine as he bit down, fangs piercing my skin with ease and I felt the rush of liquid as it left my body, filling his mouth as he gulped.

His venom worked its magic, the pain dulling to a throb, a pleasant heady intoxication....meant to make the bleeding out painless, meant to make death pleasant for the prey but for me it was just pleasure.

Pleasure because he could have his fill and I would still be able to give him more.

Pleasure because with me, he could indulge himself, as much as he wanted without worrying about the consequences.

Jungkook groaned against my thighs, his shoulders shaking as he drank and I stroked his hair, petting the dark strands as I fought the slight lightheadedness, knowing that it would pass soon.

Jungkook sucked deeper and I parted my legs moaning when my head began to spin, and then I felt his fingers touch my center, parting my folds , spreading the wetness all over his fingers before his thumb pressed down on my clit, rubbing insistently. I felt myself dripping all over the sheets, so wet and swollen and throbbing...

“Oh, god yes... That feels so good, Jungkook .. I...” I gasped as he slipped one long finger in, deep and without any resistance. The warm wetness in my thigh began spreading and I heard him groan as he sucked harder, drinking me down like i was the finest wine.

“Another... give me more...please...”

He moaned, still drinking, still shaking as he pressed another finger in next to the previous one, deeper still, searching and stroking, tracing every ridge inside me, curling just right, and rubbing down on that spot inside me...the one I could never quite reach by myself.

Jungkook inhaled sharply, his fang sinking in just a little deeper as he latched on tighter and my legs shook as I cried out.

He hummed, using one hand to rub soothing circles on my thigh, while he rubbed his thumb across my clit , hard and the gentle and then hard again until it throbbed and ached , over and over again and I was sure the little nub was bruised, that I wouldn’t be able to touch it for a while without wincing.

I was gushing , my arousal so strong that the sheets were soaked, wet and so damp and the sensation of his fingers, thick and deep inside me while his fangs bit down harder, while he fed from me, was just too much...too much.

I exploded around his fingers , my orgasm so strong that my hips lifted right off the bed, and he fucked me through it, fingers pounding in and out of my wet swollen walls as he pulled away, fangs retracting and I struggled to get on my elbows , to get a look at him.

He looked completely wrecked, fangs still half out, lips red and dripping blood , eyes flashing scarlet and blazing with lust so potent , I felt my insides churn.,,. i stared at him as I clenched over his fingers and he closed his eyes, shoulders shaking as he tried to get his bearings but I grabbed his shoulders, scrabbling to pull him up and closer.

“Inside!” I choked out as he tried to get up, looking punch drunk and out of it.” Get inside me.”

“Sera... you’re...” He was slurring his words and I cried out in sheer frustration, scrabbling to my knees and pushing him down till he was flat on the bed.

“ Please i need it... need your cock inside me Jungkook, fuck...” I begged, my thighs aching and walls clenching from how desperately I wanted to be filled. I stuck my hand between my legs , gathering as much of my wetness as I could before gripping his cock, coating him in my arousal.

There was something so filthy about his hard, thick cock covered in my juices that made my mouth water. I wanted to swallow him down, to feel his cock hit the back of my throat but I wanted him inside me too.

Maybe next time.

“Please....Please can I sit on your cock?!! “ i choked out, fully gone. Jungkook groaned at my words.

“Yes.. fuck... Do it.. Come on baby, take what you want from me.” he whispered. and I scrambled up to straddle his thighs. Gripping the base of his cock, I pressed the tip against my entrance, closing my eyes to brace myself, digging my knees into the mattress for leverage before sinking straight down .

“Oh, fuck....” I shuddered, my entire body thrumming as he pressed in, the hard length of him cleaving me so easily there was absolutely no pain to even register. It was just new. Different.

And so so exhilarating.

I sank all the way down till my ass hit the hardness of his thighs.

And then I couldn’t move anymore. My body shook with tremors and My hands began trembling.

“Jungkook...please... I..”

He responded by reaching out and gripping me thighs.

“Look at me baby...!” He said sharply and I stared down at his sweat slicked face. His eyes flashed red for a second and then he tugged me down, till i was lying flat on his chest. His arms came around my waist, anchoring me in place.

“Gonna give it to you good. Just stay still yeah?” He breathed against my ear as i buried my face in the crook of his neck. And then he was rolling us both over, till I was flat on my back, his hand closing over my thigh, spreading my legs apart as he pistoned straight in.

We were both too far gone for any semblance of a rhythm and I stopped trying to move, merely wrapping my arms around his neck, clinging on as he fucked into me, so hard that I could feel him in my gut. I felt my hips ache from the sheer force of his thrusts, my thighs cramping from how wide he had me spread and my clit throbbing from the way his cock dragged across it with every thrust.

Pleasure swelled, again, this time stringer and I stopped fighting to make it happen, sinking back and letting it crash over me , like a wave breaking over the cliffs.

Jungkook groaned as I exploded around him, my walls clenching around his cock and milking him and he shuddered in my arms, his cock twitching inside me as he came, filling me up .

I gripped his shoulders, clinging to him as he trembled through the aftershocks. I felt my walls clenching, over and over again and Jungkook gave me a strangled moan.

“Too much...baby.. please stop... “ He begged and I froze, realizing that he was too sensitive and wanted to pull out.

“sorry...sorry... “ I willed my walls to stop clenching and he made a noise of sheer exhaustion as he pulled out of me.

I watched as he rolled off me, collapsing on his back, breathing hard.

I stared up at the ceiling, feeling the wet mess of his cum, drip out of me and onto the sheets. I had the sudden made urge to stick my finger down there , scoop it up and taste it but I tamped it down.

“Well.” I began....

He turned to look at me.

I turned to him, still trying to catch my breath.

“I’m not a virgin anymore.” I grinned wide.

He groaned and ran a finger over his face.

“Congratulations, Princess.”

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Author’s Note : Please i need holy water.

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escapewithbts · 3 years

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Recovery Confessions - Yoongi

Not edited, I’m sorry for mistakes!

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You stumbled out of the elevator and into the hallway, almost falling over from all the stuff you were carrying. A duffel bag was slung across your shoulder, an iced americano and iced caramel latte in a cup holder in one hand, way too much take out food consisting of different kinds of noodles and gimbap in a large brown bag in the other... how you made it this far without a disaster was beyond you.

Finally you made it to the end of the hall and set the food down before knocking on the black wooden door in front of you. After a few seconds it cracked open and your friend's face appeared on the other side.

"Aiiiishhh (y/n), what are you doing here?" he complained, furrowing his eyebrows and rolling his eyes, "I told you I'm fine!"

You pushed open the door further despite his struggles to keep it shut and then had a plain view of the living room. Dishes were all over the coffee table, snack bags littered the floor, and clothes were scattered all about the couch and chairs.

"Hmm, yeah, I can see that." you answered sarcastically, giving him an I-told-you-so look.

He protested again as you entered his apartment and set your stuff down.

"Seriously, (y/n), I'm fine. I'll clean all this later, okay? I don't need you here."

"Look, Yoongs, that may be the case and that's fine. I'll leave if you want me to! But I did buy way too much take out, so you have to at least help me eat it."

He looked at you annoyingly.

Then you held up his cup of coffee and shook it gently.

"And look! I brought you an iced Americano!"

His face immediately perked up as he reached for the drink.

He then took a long sip before mumbling,

"Fine, I'll eat with you."

You smiled proudly.

"Ha ha, I knew the Americano would do the trick ."

He rolled his eyes again but smiled.

You cleared a space on the coffee table, setting the dirty dishes on the counter in the adjoining kitchen. You would get to those later. Then you picked up the clothes that laid about the couch and tossed them toward the bedroom, making a mental note to start a load of laundry after eating.

You spread out all the food and grabbed chopsticks for the two of you as Yoongi sat down gently on the couch.

"So how are you feeling?" you asked, handing him his chopsticks, "How's your shoulder?"

You glanced at the black sling that held his arm and shoulder in place as it rested above a black sack. You couldn't help but feel a little sad.

He grabbed some cold noodles and stuffed them in his mouth before answering.

"It's fine. I haven't really had to use much of the pain medication so far."

You reached for a piece of beef gimbap.

"That's great! The less the better." you replied.

"Yeah, it's just hard to sleep sometimes. I get pretty uncomfortable. And I'm just so fucking bored already."

You couldn't help but chuckle a little.

"You? Bored? No way!" you teased sarcastically.

He glared at you.

"I can make you leave now, you know."

You moved your hands holding the chopsticks back and forth in protest.

"No, no, I'm sorry, that's the only joke, I swear."

You held a hand to your heart in promise as Yoongi shook his head.

There was a pause.

"So what have you been doing then?" you asked curiously.

He pointed to the tv which had an NBA basketball game playing.

"This."

"Watching basketball?"

He nodded, picking up a dumpling.

"And watching YouTube videos. I can't use the keyboard on my computer so I can't make music. I obviously can't play the guitar. I can barely put on pants for god's sake."

"Well," you said in between bites, "I know you don't want my help, Yoongs, but I'm here. So maybe I could at least entertain you a little."

It was his turn to chuckle.

"So you're saying you think you're entertaining?"

You narrowed your eyes at him.

"Hey now! You've been friends with me all these years so I must at least bring something to the table!"

He gestured to all the take out in front of you two.

"Uh yeah, free food."

You huffed, half a dumpling sticking out of your mouth.

"If you hadn't just had surgery, I'd hit you right about now."

He laughed.

"Hmm so I guess this surgery was at least good for some thing."

You cocked your head and smiled at him sympathetically.

"Come on, it will be worth it, Yoongi, you know that. Think how much better you'll feel on the stage when you're healed."

He just hummed in disbelief and shoveled more food in his mouth before turning his attention back to the basketball game.

After a little while you both had stopped eating, too full to continue on.

"I really should take a shower." Yoongi stated, rising carefully from his position on the couch.

"Okay," you replied, watching him walk towards the bathroom down the hall, "Let me know if you need anything."

He sighed.

"I told you, I'm fine," you heard him mumble.

You rolled your eyes. He could be so damn stubborn sometimes.

You took this as your chance to clean up. The stubborn man was going to be gone for at least a little while.

You put the lids on all the containers of your leftovers and took them into the kitchen to place in the refrigerator for Yoongi later. Then you collected all the wrappers and old take out containers and threw them in the trash. You gathered all the dirty dishes and washed them, laying them out neatly to dry, keeping them on the counter so Yoongi didn't have to reach for anything. Finally, you bunched up all the clothes laying around and put them in the washer, dirty or not. Nothing felt better when you were home all day than wearing clean clothes.

Just as you pushed the start button on the washer you heard a voice from down the hall.

"(y/n)!" Yoongi yelled, "(y/n), are you still here?"

You walked to the bathroom door and stood outside.

"Yeah, I'm here, Yoongi. Is everything okay?"

You heard him sigh.

"I can't... I'm having trouble..." he let out a groan followed by a pause.

"Yoongi?" you called, knocking softly.

"I need your help.." he said so quietly you had to put your ear to the door to make sure you heard him correctly.

You hesitated.

"O-okay, can I come in?"

"Um, yeah," he responded, "but don't look, okay? I'm... not fully dressed."

Your face got red immediately. In all your years of friendship you hadn't even seen Yoongi with his shirt off. You knew it was something he wasn't very comfortable with. However, that's not to say you hadn't been curious...

"Alright, I won't look. I'm coming in."

You turned the knob and opened the door, a wave of hot steam exiting around you. You entered, shielding your eyes with your hand to not look at him.

"What do you need help with?" you asked, just seeing his feet on the black tiled floor.

He sighed again.

"I can't get my pants or shirt on. I-I got my underwear on, thank god, but I'm having trouble with everything else."

"Well... how have you been doing it by yourself before?" you couldn't help but wonder out loud.

"Not well by any means, but it really started hurting after my shower this time. I think I may have moved it too much in there. I'm worried about hurting it more."

You nodded in understanding.

"Okay, of course I'll help. But Yoongi, I think... I'll have to look at you. I can't help you dress just by looking at your feet."

You assumed he nodded as he responded with a quiet Okay.

You looked up at him finally, his face bright red and his milky white skin blotchy from the hot shower. He was just in a pair of black boxer briefs that hugged his narrow hips and skinny thighs. You couldn't help but take him in a little. His stomach was in no means muscular, but rather just slightly squishy. His arms and shoulders were nicely toned, though, probably from all the dancing he usually does on a daily basis. His skin looked so smooth and was so bright in this lighting that he looked almost angelic.

But what caught you most by surprise was the area on his shoulder where his surgery had been. There was a large, red, stitched up scar across the blade, and purple and blue bruising covering the entirety of his right shoulder, upper back and upper arm. You wanted to cry the moment you saw it. He must be in so much pain.

"Yoongi..." you whispered, reaching towards it but not touching it.

"Looks brutal, right?" he chuckled softly, “they said it would probably look like this.”

Your eyes began to well up with tears before you could stop them. He noticed right away.

"Aiiiish, (y/n), don't cry, come on!" Yoongi exclaimed, "I'm fine, just help me put on my clothes."

You nodded and wiped the tears from your eyes before grabbing the plaid drawstring pajama pants from the floor next to him. You let him steady himself on you as he stepped into them, and you pulled them up, stopping at his waist and gently tying the strings, your fingers grazing the soft skin of his lower stomach. You noticed goosebumps appear on his skin at your touch, but you didn't dare make eye contact with him at this moment. This small act of helping him get dressed was way more intimate feeling than anything had ever been with him.

You reached over where the matching button up shirt was hanging and held it behind him so he could snake his arms in the sleeves, maneuvering it in a way where he didn't have to move his right arm much at all. Then you returned to his front and buttoned each button before straightening out the collar. Finally your eyes met, but Yoongi quickly looked down to the floor.

"Thanks.." he mumbled.

You cleared your throat and backed away from him.

"No problem. I'll -uh, see you back out there."

Then you turned and walked out of the bathroom, shutting the door behind you.

You felt a little dizzy as you headed back into the living room; out of breath and flustered. Your muscles had been tense without you even realizing it. You plopped back down on the couch and shifted your attention to the basketball game that was still playing on the tv, hoping to drown out the feelings and questions of what just happened back there from your racing mind.

A few minutes later Yoongi appeared in the living room again. His black hair was damp from the shower, the blotchy red still evident on his pale face.

He sat down at the other end of the couch from you. Did he feel as weird about what just happened as you did?

"I decided to take a dose of the pain medicine," he stated, curling his legs underneath him, "I'm not sure what I did differently in there but it really started to hurt."

You frowned. He looked so delicate.

"I'm sorry, Yoongi."

He rolled his eyes.

"It's fine, whatever. Just really fucking annoying. I have to live like this for at least 3 more months? How am I supposed to do that?"

You shrugged and looked at him sympathetically.

"You'll be okay. You're strong, Yoongi. And you did the right thing. Plus, I'm sure after a little while they'll let you participate in at least some promotional stuff with the band so you won't be just sitting around here."

He looked down at his hands and chewed his fingernail in anxiousness.

"And in the meantime," you continued, "whether you like it or not, I've decided I'm going to be here to help you. Because that's what friends do."

You gave a triumphant nod and fully expected him to argue with you at your conclusion, but instead he said nothing. He just looked defeated and it broke your heart.

There was a pause as you looked back up at the tv screen, wondering what you could do to cheer him up.

"You want to watch something else? Maybe a movie?" you asked, reaching for the remote on the coffee table.

"Yeah, sure, whatever." he mumbled in response.

You scrolled through the movies he had available before stopping at one and looking at him.

"Ooh, 'The Dark Knight'! I know it's one of both of our favorites. You want to watch that?"

He just nodded, staring at the ground in silence.

You could tell he was deep in thought, probably worried about his shoulder and his career. You suddenly felt selfish for wondering earlier if he had felt anything back when you helped him in the bathroom. That was probably the farthest thing from his mind at the moment. He had never focused on any of those kinds of feelings before, so why on earth would he now? You pushed the thoughts out of your mind and replaced them with ones that were important in the present.

"Do you need anything? Maybe a drink or a pillow from your bedroom?" you questioned.

He looked up at you finally as the movie began to play.

"Umm, maybe a pillow would be nice..."

You nodded and got up, walking into his room and coming back out, a comfy pillow in hand.

"Here you go."

He shifted his body down a little and laid on his back as you placed the pillow under his neck and head, his slinged arm laying at his side.

"I feel really drained..." he said softly, his eyes fluttering shut.

"Yeah, I imagine the medicine is already kicking in, and your body is tired from all the healing it's trying to do."

He just grumbled a response and let out a soft sigh.

You made yourself comfortable then turned back to the tv to let him fall asleep peacefully.

"If I fall asleep," Yoongi suddenly whispered, sounding half asleep already, "please don't leave me, (y/n)."

You smiled at him gently even though you knew he couldn't see. Things like this rarely came out of Yoongi's mouth but it always made you feel warm and fuzzy when they did.

"I'll be here, Yoongs. I promise."

About halfway through the movie you looked over at Yoongi sleeping soundly. His thin lips were partly opened, small snores emitting from his nose, some of his bangs falling in his eyes. You resisted the urge to move them away. Instead, you grabbed a blanket that was laying on the chair next to you and got up to spread it across his still body. He stirred slightly but instantly started snoring again. You couldn't help but smile.

You decided to go back into the kitchen to finish tidying up while he slept. But as soon as you stepped away from the couch where he lay, you felt a hand wrap gently around your wrist. It startled you and you looked back at Yoongi.

"Mmmmmnnooo..." he groaned softly, eyes still shut, "(y/n)..."

"It's okay, Yoongs, I'm still here. I'm just going into the kitchen. Go back to sleep."

You tried to release your hand from his grasp but he continued to hold on tightly.

"Nooo, (y/n), wait," he mumbled, still not looking at you.

You chuckled softly.

"What is it, Yoongi? Do you need something?"

"I just...you're so... such a good friend, (y/n)." he said, "I-I'm sorry I don't tell you enough. I'm not... good at that."

You smiled.

"It's okay, I understand. I just want to be there for you because, well, I know you would do the same in a heartbeat."

You weren't sure if he was even conscious enough to actually be comprehending what you were saying, or even what he was saying for that matter, but it felt nice to have this conversation.

There was a pause as you realized he was moving his hand down further, suddenly holding your hand in his. Your heart skipped a beat. Should you pull away?

"Yoongi, I-"

He interrupted before you could finish

"Do you ever think we could be more than friends?"

Your felt your heart stop. You looked at him, his eyes were still closed, he looked like he could fall back asleep at any moment.

"What?" you managed to whisper out.

"You're just so... caring and funny, and you're not afraid to challenge me and tease me and I like that. I just..I like you, (y/n)."

You swallowed, your heart racing, you breathing getting heavier. This didn't sound like Yoongi. This was drugged up, exhausted Yoongi. He didn't know what he was saying. He was imagining things. He didn't mean any of this.

But why did that make you feel so sad?

"Yoongi... you're-you're on drugs," you stuttered, finally pulling your hand away from his, "Your mind is a little loopy right now. I don't think you know what you're saying..."

"No, (y/n), fuck I know what I'm saying, okay? I-I do know what I'm saying. Do you?"

You ran a hand through your hair, unsure of what to say or do next. You weren't sure if he was serious. If he could barely open his eyes, how could he make such abrupt confessions?

"Well... maybe you should get more sleep. You seem out of it. Can we... talk about this later?"

He sighed and opened his tired and puffy eyes to look at you. He looked so small and so fragile in this state.

"You're rejecting me," he stated flatly, attempting to sit up more to show he was awake, "Shit... I shouldn't have said anything..."

You shook your head immediately and sat down in the small space next to him.

"No, no I'm not rejecting you," you reassured him, but you were still weary, "I just," you looked down at your fingers, "I just don't know how serious you are right now. You took some strong pain meds, and you're tired from your surgery... I don't want you saying things you... might regret later."

His free hand suddenly reached up to your face to tuck a piece of hair behind your ear and you leaned into his touch. He gave you a lazy smile.

"I would never regret saying those things to you. I mean all of it, (y/n), drugged up or not. How can I prove it to you?"

You bit your lip and shrugged in response, looking into his dark brown eyes. You noticed them glance down at your lips, then back at your eyes as his hand moved to the back of your head.

"Come here," he whispered softly, gently pulling your face closer towards his until your lips were just centimeters apart. He closed the gap between them in a tender kiss. You kissed him back, relishing the feeling of his soft lips on yours, something you had only ever imagined before.

Once you broke away he smiled, rubbing his thumb on your cheek.

"Does that help?" he asked.

You chuckled and fiddled with the collar of his shirt.

"You know, you should be soft Yoongi more often," you joked, grinning up at him, "I kind of like it."

He rolled his eyes and smiled wider, poking your chest gently with his finger.

"Hey, don't get used to it."

You laughed.

"Come on, I won't. I know you better than that."

He smirked at you and pulled you to him again as you shared another wonderful kiss.

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handy-dandy-monster-candy · 3 years

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Wade, part One

Rating: SFW Length: 1304 Pairing: Male Gillman/Fishman x GN Reader

For @momolady who inspires me every day.

xxx

You gasped, and the pressure of water filling your lungs burned. Your eyes stung, your mind screamed, and your heart battered against your ribs like a caged animal fighting to escape. You had been swimming one moment and beneath the waves the next, and you’d only been able to hold your breath for so long before your body demanded that you inhale. Your vision blurred and shifted, blue turning into green turning into grey and finally into black. This was how you would die, you realised, and despaired.

An instant later, you spew seawater onto the sand.

Your lungs feel like someone’s taken a cheese grater to their linings, and you’re pretty sure that it’s more than just seawater that comes out of your mouth, but you’re too exhausted and disoriented to look at anything too closely. You roll onto your back and blink up at where the sky should be, only to get an eyeful of a strange, alien face above you. It’s covered in blue-green scales and lacks a discernible nose, with wide fins on either side instead of any hair on the top of the head. Bright pink eyes with an abalone sheen stare unblinkingly at you, almond-shaped and bigger than any you’ve ever seen. As you watch, thin membranes flicker sideways over them and then retract, effectively blinking without closing.

You scream.

He screams.

You both scramble back and away from one another. You just about manage to hear, “Watch out!” before your head hits something solid, making your vision swim and your limbs spasm. When you next come to, you’re on your side again and the creature is crouching in a tide pool nearby, arms around his knees and eyes on your face. “Your parents are looking for you,” he announces without preamble, revealing needle-sharp teeth when he speaks.

“Wh-Who are you?” you ask, shivering in both fear and physical shock.

The creature whistles and clicks, gurgles and growls. “But you can’t pronounce that,” he says, voice gravelly with amusement as he grins.

You scowl at him, sitting up and wrapping your arms around yourself. You’re all scraped up and your swimsuit is torn; your mother will be upset, to be sure. “Well, why don’t you have another name?” you demand, offense taking over your fear. “One people can pronounce!”

His grin widens, eyes thinning into coral-peach slits. “Give me one.”

“Huh?”

“Give me a name,” he challenges, splashing his webbed fingers through the water around him and scooping up a tiny crab by the pincer. “If you give me a name including ‘fin’, I’ll drown you.”

“What kind of deal is that?” you snipe back, anger flaring. “Why would you save me just to drown me?”

“It was a joke. Situational irony. Ever heard of that?”

“I’m twelve,” you reply, crossing your arms over your chest and glaring at the creature. “Just for that, I’m calling you Wade.”

There’s a pregnant pause.

“That’s fair.”

As you watch, Wade flings the little crab into his mouth and bites down with a wet crunch that makes you shudder, stomach flopping like a caught fish. “Ew.”

“Don’t like crab?”

“Not when it’s alive.”

“But it’s fresh,” Wade points out, bemused. “Are humans scavengers?”

“What? No! We cook our food.”

“‘Cook’?”

You open and close your mouth, unsure how to proceed. “We… put stuff on it and cook it with heat.”

Wade stirs, straightening up with a smile. “Like fire?”

He must not see fire very often, you figure, so you can’t help but smile back at him. “Like fire. We use gas and set it on fire to cook with, but we don’t usually put food right in the fire unless we’re camping.”

“‘Camping’? How else do you cook?”

This leads to a long and meandering discussion of how humans consume food, and you find that you eventually gain enough confidence around Wade to join him at the edge of the tide pool, dipping your feet into the sun-warmed water and brushing your toes against the webbing between his. You learn that he isn’t but a year or two older than you, “give or take a few lunar cycles”, and that he’s being educated in politics and human customs in the event that their kind are discovered. Naturally, this led to a curiosity of humans, so he spends most of his time off dangerously near the coast.

“You’re lucky I was nearby when the rip took you,” he says with a huff, poking at you with a thick, clawed finger. “You would have gotten waterlogged and washed up bloated on the shore if I hadn’t been.”

“That’s gross!” you whine, swatting his finger away with a pout. “Don’t say that!”

“It’s true! Humans get all pale and squishy when they die underwater. That would have been you, too, if it weren’t for me.” Wade preens, but you roll your eyes, toeing at a little starfish you can see beneath the water.

“Have you seen many dead humans, then?”

“Only when their ships sink in our territories. It’s my job to swim into the smaller spaces and retrieve what artifacts I can.”

“You mean you rob their graves?”

“Call me an archaeologist,” Wade replies with a shrug, waving away your concern. “At the very least, we try not to disturb the bodies, which is more than can be said for humans among themselves, or so I hear.”

You blush, angry and embarrassed. He has a point. “What kind of artifacts do you recover?” you eventually find yourself asking, curious despite your pique.

“Anything written is prized,” says Wade, “but only if they’re waterproof or in watertight containers. We take what won’t be missed and leave things like ship manifests and other logs. Aside from that, metal blades and utensils. They tarnish easily, so we keep them clean by buffing them with sand to maintain their shine. After that, anything mechanical that will work regardless of the circumstances, and then fabrics and anything that can be repurposed underwater.”

“That’s… actually pretty cool,” you admit, enthralled.

“Maybe I’ll show you one of our storehouses one day,” Wade replies, eyes creasing as he grins at your expense. “When you can swim, I mean.”

“I can swim!” you snap, getting miffed all over again before your mind registers the use of the word ‘someday’. “Wait. You mean I’ll see you again?”

“Of course,” Wade sniffs, two tiny nostrils on his face flaring. “I saved your life. You have to be my friend now.”

“Oh, is that how that works?” you grumble, crossing your arms again. “Some friend you are. All you’ve done is make fun of me.”

Wade blinks back at you, startled. “Do humans not make fun of the people they like?”

You narrow your eyes at him. “My mom says that boys shouldn’t do that because they’re just being shit-heads. If you like somebody, you have to be nice to them.”

Wade makes a thoughtful noise, almost a gurgle. “I’ll have to study more human sociology. You can help me.”

“Me?”

“You’re a human. I study humans. I can learn a lot about you.”

“But I only got a 48 in my last social studies test!”

Wade laughs, a cackle that makes him toss his head back and flare the fins on the side of his face. “Then we’ll learn together—you about me, and me about you!”

“Deal,” you tell him, sure that you would only get this opportunity once in your short little lifetime. You hold out your hand and Wade blinks at it, but the sound of someone calling your name in the distance spurs him into reaching out and shaking it. His scales are warm to the touch, smooth and soft against your fingers, and you find yourself grinning back at him. “To friendship.”

“To friendship,” Wade echoes, and laughs again.

#exophilia #exophilia fic #monster romance #monster boyfriend #fishman boyfriend #gillman boyfriend #fishman #gillman #Wade #My work #He's a shit and I love him

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silhouetteofacedar · 3 years

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Fox Mulder, Closet Romantic Ch. 16: Quench

Previous Chapter - AO3 - MSR, rated E

“You know what amazes me,” Scully says as they walk along the waterfront. “That day we first met… I never would have guessed we’d end up like this. More than partners, more than friends.”

“I didn’t expect you to last three months with me,” Mulder admits, hands in his pockets. “Part of me wanted to drive you away, make you request reassignment.”

“And the other part of you?” she prompts, gently taking ahold of his wrist and drawing his hand out. She laces their fingers together, and their entwined hands swing between them as they walk. He likes it.

“I came to admire you,” he admits. “I read your thesis, for starters, but getting to know you personally was a transformative experience. I saw your strength, your dedication to your principles, your loyalty. I came to depend on your perspective; you were always matching me, challenging me.”

“I thought you hated that,” Scully points out.

“I definitely did on occasion,” he agrees. “But I needed it. I still do. I need your rationality and clarity and willingness to listen, even when you disagree with me. Especially when you disagree,” he amends.

“Respecting the journey,” Scully concurs.

“Exactly.” He glances down at her. “What did you think of me when we first met?”

“Hmm… I’d heard a lot about you, so that definitely colored my view in the beginning,” she says. “But walking into the basement office for the first time, I thought… well, for one, you were much more attractive than I was expecting,” she confesses. “I was actually a little awestruck; that is, until you started talking.”

“Why until I started talking?” he asks, voice amused and defensive in equal measure.

“You were really laying it on thick, playing up the ‘Spooky Mulder’ image. It seemed like you’d been alone down there for a little too long,” she says cheekily.

“I’d argue with you, Scully, but I think this time you’re actually right,” he concedes. He stops walking, gives her hand a gentle tug to guide her closer.

“Are you glad they sent me to spy on you?” she asks softly, taking his free hand into her other one.

He nods and leans down, dropping a soft kiss to her lips. “Best thing the Bureau’s ever done for me.”

“We should head back to the car,” Scully says. “My feet are starting to hurt.”

“It’s impressive, the things you manage to do in heels,” Mulder notes.

“You don’t know the half of it,” she says with a sly grin.

“Scully, please, be gentle with me,” he pleads. “It’s been a long time.”

“Hm,” Scully presses her lips together, stifling a smile. “I like when you beg.”

Jesus H Christ.

The drive back to Scully’s apartment is short, and before he knows it, he’s pulling over in front of her building, not ready to say goodnight.

Scully must sense this, because she turns to him with hopeful eyes. “Would you like to come in?” she asks. “I’ll make some tea.”

Mulder bites his lip, considering. “Are you inviting me up for a drink or are you ‘inviting me up for a drink’?” he asks.

She shrugs, smiling. “Only one way to find out,” she replies.

He has to at least walk her to her door, right? It’s the chivalrous thing to do. He might as well stay for tea…

Scully seems far more relaxed than she had at the start of the evening. She undoes the straps of her little heeled sandals and kicks them off by the door, tossing her bag and shawl onto the couch.

“What kind of tea would you like?” Scully asks, going into the kitchen and opening a cupboard.

“Uh... you have any black tea?” Mulder asks, sitting on the couch. He knows he should probably be more specific, but the majority of his tea experiences are iced and made by someone else, and he frankly doesn’t know what to ask for.

“Several, actually,” Scully answers, rearranging cartons in the cupboard. “I’m making an executive decision,” she announces, pulling out a box of Constant Comment. “Missy and I liked this one best.”

He watches her over the back of the couch as she starts the kettle, takes two mugs out of the cupboard, drops a teabag into each one. Her hair is a little mussed, and the hem of her dress is dragging on the floor without the added height of her heels. He decides that seeing her all put together at the beginning of the night is no match for watching her come undone at the end.

If only every night could be like this; them sitting on her squishy striped couch, cups of spicy tea in hand, talking about the profound and the mundane. Maybe, somehow, we can have this, he thinks. Pore over case notes on the sofa, kiss each other goodnight, wake up in each other’s arms.

He decides that Constant Comment is, in fact, a very good tea.

Cup empty, Scully sighs contentedly as she rests her head on his shoulder. “This is nice,” she says. “I wish we hadn’t waited so long to do this.”

“What, sit on your coach and drink tea?”

“Well, yes, but more than that. I meant just being together, without holding things back.”

“Maybe we weren’t ready,” Mulder muses. “We needed to grow into what we wanted and needed from each other. I know it took me a long time to figure it out, and even longer to get the courage to tell you.”

“Well, I suppose not knowing how I felt didn’t help; I was too subtle. I took what I considered a big swing in Florida,” she admits, “And when you didn’t respond I decided to back off.”

“A big swing? What are you talking about?” Mulder asks.

Scully covers her face with her hands. “It’s so embarrassing now,” she groans. “Remember when they tried to send us to that team-building conference? And I came to your room with wine and cheese?”

“Yes,” he says slowly. “Wait, was that a come-on?”

“Yes!” she exclaims. “I came in with this stupid plate of cheese and minibar wine, trying to… to telegraph that I was interested, and you just kept talking about culling techniques all the way out the door.”

“What were you hoping would happen?” Mulder asks.

“I don’t know,” Scully muses. “I was newly cancer-free, and we had just been through that whole ordeal together... I wanted to take a chance and see where it went. Maybe make out a little bit, at least? I’m not sure if... if I would have been ready for more, even if you expressed an interest. But I definitely wanted it.”

“I had no idea,” he says.

They sit silently for a moment.

“I don’t suppose... we should make up for lost time?” he suggests, looking down at her.

She licks her lips, and his eyes follow the movement of her tongue.

She tilts her chin up to him, and he places his hands on either side of her jaw. He leans in, their noses brushing as he tilts his head and presses his mouth to hers. She sighs into the kiss, bringing her hands to his shoulders.

Her lips are so soft and warm, faintly flavored with spices and orange rind from the tea, and he parts his lips reflexively. Hers follow, and the sensation of their mouths slotting together makes his head spin.

Suddenly he feels the slip of her tongue again his bottom lip and he’s in a free fall. They part with a gasp.

“Too much?” Scully asks.

“No, not at all,” Mulder says quickly. “Just surprised me. It was good,” he assures her.

“Good,” she replies, taking a deep breath. “Sorry… I feel like a clueless teenager,” she says with a huff of a laugh. “I don’t think I’ve ever cared this much. Maybe that’s why I’m feeling out of my depth all of a sudden.”

“I’ve never cared this much for anybody either,” he admits. “But like you said. We’ll go slow.”

She licks her lips. “Okay,” she whispers.

He angles himself towards her, sliding a hand around the back of her neck to draw her closer. “Try again?” he whispers, lips brushing hers.

“Yes,” she breathes.

He’s been holding back from this for years, he realizes; all those times his eyes caught on her lips, watching her mouth shape his name. Occupying his tongue with sunflower seeds to distract himself from what he really wanted. Leaning close, furtively whispering, convincing himself that he really needed to be in her personal space. It was all an elaborate buildup for this moment.

He has a hand in her hair, the other tentatively resting on her waist. Emboldened by her previous eagerness, he opens his mouth, inviting her in with a soft lick. She responds by looping her arms around his neck, one leg hitched across his kneecap as their tongues meet.

They kiss like kites dancing on air, ribbons twisting and tangling in the wind, all silk and cotton and hot breath. He’s not sure if he pulled her onto his lap, or if she slid across his knees of her own volition; but she’s there now, her compact body bundled against his chest. She cards her fingers through his hair, sucking his lower lip, grazing his tongue with her teeth.

Mulder wants this so badly it aches. He might die if they stop, but something below the belt is bound to make itself known, and he needs to regain control before his body gets ahead of his mind.

“Scully,” he pants, pulling back. Her cheeks are flushed, lips swollen, and his hunger intensifies. “Scully, if we’re not going to take this further tonight we need to stop now.”

She nods, lips parted as she catches her breath. One strap of her dress has fallen down her shoulder, and he tenderly replaces it with the slip of a finger.

“Don’t touch me like that,” she whispers. “It’s too dangerous.”

“I know,” he confesses. “But… sometimes I want dangerous.”

“So do I,” she says. “But you were right. We should stop.” She slips off of his lap, standing. “It’s getting late,” she say, glancing at the clock. “I have mass in the morning.”

“I hope I gave you a few things to confess,” he says, rising.

“I may add some to the list myself,” she murmurs, and his knees threaten to give way.

“You’re going to get me in trouble,” he warns her, picking up his jacket and walking to the door. “The more you talk, the harder it is to leave.”

“Then my lips are sealed,” she says. “Goodnight, Mulder.” She opens the door for him, rising onto her tiptoes to receive one more kiss.

It’s brief, but sweet, and Mulder impulsively pulls her into a hug after their lips part. “Goodnight, Scully,” he mumbles into her hair.

He's ascended; gotten high on her lips, floating through the cosmos.

#my fic #msr #txf fic #xfiles #THEY MAKE OUT WOOOOOO #god there’s a lot of Mouth going on in this one #hope it’s not gross lol #fmcr #fox mulder closet romantic

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geminidentitycrisis · 3 years

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Fatgum x F!reader "What a Hero SHOULD do"

Whew.

You guys.

I've been gone a long while, life has been a rollercoaster, but I don't really wanna get into all that noise. Just happy to be in a good place right now.

That said, this was painful to write because I had planned the ending very differently...

I'm not officially in the bnha/mha fandom but, I just got into it recently and wanted to show some love to my favorite Pro!

Hope you guys like it!

I haven't written anything in a while, so please go easy on me...

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(WARNING! Mild angst)

"Hey, Fat...can I ask you something kinda personal...?"

Fatgum glanced down at his young intern with an eyebrow raised, tilting his head in curiosity. "Huh? Oh, sure. What's on yer mind?" he gave an encouraging grin to put Kirishima at ease. The red head craned his neck to look up at his boss, his own mouth twisted into a small frown.

"Have you asked _______ on a date yet...?"

He stumbled a bit but keeps walking, caught off guard by the question, a slight blush rising to his cheeks. "Woah, where did that come from?!" he asked in return with a nervous chuckle. "Well..." Kirishima continued "You guys seem really close. The way you look at her when you see her-"

"Hahaha!" the burst of anxious laughter interrupted and Red Riot looked up at Fatgum again in confusion. "You're reading too deep into it, man! We're just friends! Heh..." Toyomitsu tried to act casually, but it wasn't working at all.

Kirishima pouted a bit, deciding to push a little harder.

"...but, I think she has feelings for you, too-" the blonde stopped walking and stared down at him, his blush growing darker and spreading across the bridge of his nose, cutting him off again. "Okay, let's change the topic, huh? Maybe we should go somewhere else for lunch..."

Eyes widening a bit, Red Riot raised both hands defensively and shook his head. "No, no! I'm sorry...I won't mention it again..." his expression became one of defeat and disappointment, shoulders slumping as he continued to walk, staring down at the sidewalk.

With an inward wince, Toyomitsu followed close behind, his own gaze dropping to the ground as well. Silence passed between the Pro and his sidekick for several minutes before Fatgum spoke up again.

"Honestly, she deserves better..." he mumbled.

This was a surprise to Kiri, his mentor was always inspirationally self-confident, it was disheartening to hear such a comment from the man he so deeply admired. He opened his mouth to argue, but stopped himself when he remembered that he had already promised to drop the subject.

He felt bad for bringing it up now.

_______ was a sweet lady, she was funny and friendly, vivacious and beautiful, generous, tough and a fantastic cook. All Kirishima wanted was to see them both happy together. When they spotted each other through the window of the diner, their eyes lit up, a smile instantly formed on their lips, they would practically start glowing.

She always ran to jump into his arms, hugging around his neck, never failing to say how she missed him. He caught her every time, hiding his face in her hair as he hugged her back and would say he had missed her too, but especially her cooking!

If that isn't true love, Kiri thought, then what is...?

They finally made it to the diner and stopped outside. Fatgum looked through the window, and when he didn't see ______ anywhere, glanced at Red Riot again with a frown. "Listen, can I count on you to keep that little conversation between us? I don't want ______ to know how I feel..."

"You're not sick, are you??" a soft voice piped up from beside Toyomitsu.

It made both of them jump, startled. Fatgum whipped his head around to see ______ standing there, instead of her pretty smile, her face was flooded with worry at the thought of her Hero being ill or injured.

The Pro forced a crooked grin as the blush returned to his cheeks. "N-no, no, I'm fine! How's it goin'...?" he stuttered weakly.

She was clearly not convinced, the concern in her bright (e/c) eyes only deepened. "C'mon...all this time we've known each other, you think I can't tell when something's bothering you...?" he started to panic a bit but Red Riot swooped in to save the day like the rising star he was.

"Aw, he just had a big breakfast, that's all...he doesn't wanna hurt your feelings if he can't finish lunch." Kirishima answered casually with a lightly teasing undertone, arms crossing over his chest. She looked from him up at Fatgum who responded to her questioning expression with a sheepish grin and shrug.

At this, her smile bloomed in place, eyes twinkling mischievously as she playfully elbowed his broad, squishy belly. "Oh, c'mon! When have you ever left here without takeout, even after filling up?! As if it matters..." she giggled, hopping up into his arms as always, chin resting on his shoulder as she nuzzled against him sweetly.

"I'm just happy you're okay...I missed you!"

Bending at the waist with his arms extended, the blonde caught her effortlessly when she hopped up for the hug, sighing and closing his eyes as he rises to his full height, squeezing the small girl gently.

"Ahh, I'm fine, I'm fine...I missed you too..."

Kirishima gave a soft smile as he watched the exchange, dropping himself into the patio chair where he always sat when they came to the diner.

When he set her down, ________ smiled from him to his sidekick. "Your food should be done soon. It's a new recipe! I hope you guys like it!" then she waved over her shoulder as she walked back inside. Exhaling softly, Fatgum turned to sit as well. He glanced over at Red Riot, blushing a bit, only for it to get worse when he notices the toothy grin he's being flashed.

"...Oh, knock it off..." the pro grumbles, arms crossing and lowering his eyes to the tabletop.

"I didn't SAY anything...~!" Kirishima taunted childishly, arms folding behind his head as he leans back and closes his own eyes. "You didn't have to, punk." Tai shot back in typical big-bro style, reaching out across the table to muss the teens perfectly sculpted hair. "Aw, quit! It takes 40 minutes to set every morning!"

Fatgum chuckled, eyes rolling.

After some minutes passed, _______ returned with another server, both carrying trays of food which they placed on the table in front of the two heroes. "Wow! It looks so good!" they said simultaneously, earning a laugh from her.

"Well, I hope you like the taste even more. It's a cheeseburger-tater-tot-casserole. Dig in!" wasting no time, Kirishima and Toyomitsu start chowing down, both groaning happily around mouthfuls of the meal and nodding in approval. "Mmm...!" _______ laughed again, giving a thumbs up.

"Glad to hear it! I'll be right back with your drinks."

She left again but came back quickly with two pitchers and a cup, putting them between their plates. "Yer an angel, _____." Fatgum said with a grin, taking one of the pitchers and starting to drink from it. Red Riot snickered quietly before sipping his own drink.

"Oh, I just remembered! Check this out!" she said cheerfully, reaching behind her neck and starting to untie her apron. Upon glancing at her and noticing this, Fatgums eyes grew wide and a dark blush pooled in his cheeks, choking slightly on the ice water. "...?!"

Kiri froze, his eyes getting big as well and blushing slightly.

She dropped the top, revealing...

A tank top. With a picture of a sombrero. It said "If you don't like TACOS, I'm NACHO type"

Red Riot started laughing, covering his eyes with a hand as he tipped back his head. "Cute, right?!" she asked enthusiastically, looking from one to the other. Smiling weakly, Fatgum gave a slow nod. "It's great...really clever..." he wondered if steam would rise off him if he poured the rest of the water down his neck.

"Yeah, I knew I had to have it when I saw it. Anyway," she started to fix her apron again. "I'll let you guys finish eating. Let me know if you need boxes and your takeout oughtta be done before you get done with those. Enjoy!" with that, she walked off.

The blonde watched over his shoulder as she left before sliding his plate out of the way, folding his arms on the table and burying his face in them.

Grinning, Kiri nudged his foot under the table. "DON'T. SAY. A WORD." this reply only got him to laugh again, head shaking as he resumed eating. "Whatever you say, boss..." the red head hummed.

Between them, they were able to clear their dishes, waiting by the front door for the takeout, both content and full of tasty food. "Alright, guys. Here ya go! I'm glad you liked lunch, lemme know when you wanna try it again." Tai smiled down at her when she came out, taking the bags gratefully. "Yeah, definitely. Will do!"

______ hugged Kirishima tightly, pulling him down to place a kiss on his forehead, surprising him and making him blush faintly since she hadn't done it before. "Be safe, young man, you hear me?" she demanded. He answered with a broad smile and a nod. "Gotcha!"

"Ooh, do I get one of those?" Fatgum asked half jokingly, blushing too. Some color rose up on her cheeks as well, giving him a warm smile as she reached up for the BMI hero.

He put down the food to pick her up again for another hug, chuckling softly when she pressed a tender kiss against his cheek. "Aw, that was sweet!" Kirishima called up to them, earning a swift kick to the ass. "Ow! Hey!" the red head complained, rubbing the spot.

He set her down carefully with a deep sigh. She didn't let go of his arms and he looked at her in confusion. "Please be careful out there, Taishiro...I don't know what I'd do if anything happened to you..." he grinned, placing a hand on her head. "I will. I'll be back before ya know it!"

She pressed herself into his tummy, coming nowhere close to being able to wrap her arms around him but she gives him her best hug anyway. The pro didn't have to look at his intern to know he was smirking smugly. He hugged her back before stepping away to grab his bags again. "Well...see ya, _____."

He waved, smiling, then turned so they could head back out. They only took a few steps before Fatgum stopped and glanced back at her over his shoulder.

She was still there, offering another small smile and wave of goodbye.

"C'mon, man! Just go for it! You TOTALLY got this!" Kiri urged desperately. But he was still hesitant. It wasn't an issue of his own self-confidence, but his career. He was so busy that he would hardly have time for you, and the way Toyomitsu saw it, you deserved to be waited on hand-and-foot.

He dreamed about being with you, which meant his worst nightmare would be a villain or criminal using you as leverage against him. It was best to leave things the way they are. It's what he SHOULD do.

A real Hero isn't so selfish as to put their own desires ahead of the safety of those they cherish, he reminded himself. With a heavy heart, he forced a smile to hide the pain and waved back before looking down at the ground and sighing, eyes closing slowly.

"...I just...can't...

#taishiro x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x reader #taishiro toyomitsu x you #fatgum x reader #fatgum x you #mha x y/n #bnha x you #self insert #reader insert #Fatgum #Taishiro Toyomitsu

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closedafterdark · 3 years

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If you were given a chance for a threesome in LOONA which duo would you pick heejin anf choerry or olivia hye and hyunjin?

“You want me to do what?”

“Pick who you want to h-have a threesome with…”

Your lips crashed against your girlfriend’s, Jeon Heejin. Arms wrap around both of your bodies as your natural desires are beginning to release. Both of your movements are driven by a mixture of instinct, lust and passion.

Your tongue finds its way inside Heejin’s mouth, meeting its counterpart and engaging in a fierce duel with it. Both of you fought for control, not wanting the other to claim victory. Your hands wandered around the feel of her warm, soft body. Heejin was very fit but also possessed a certain curviness that you always found yourself discovering new signs of.

You break the kiss to dive into her neck, your girlfriend lifting her head to give you easier access. Your hand simultaneously finds its way behind her waist and grasps one of her soft butt cheeks, earning you a soft moan from her as she allows you to reacquaint yourself with her body.

It hadn’t been long since the two of you were last intimate - three days to be exact, but you have spent a large amount of that time apart in between the thighs of Choi Yerim and Son Hyejoo.

“Who did you have in mind?” you whispered softly into her ear, blowing hot air as Heejin releases lust-filled moans. Each time you have slept with her friends, it was always just you and them. But her newfound proposition to you brings a mixture of uncertainty and excitement at the thought of having another person in the bedroom.

“Y-Yerim and I…” Heejin began, her voice low and quiet. “O-Or Son Hyejoo and Hyunjin… ahh.”

The possibilities of how you would give each of them pleasure aroused you even more as you left the comfortable crevice of her pretty neck. You give Heejin a soft kiss on the lips before kissing her shoulders and turn her around. The two of you were currently on the outside balcony of your apartment. Heejin was facing the railing, grabbing onto it for support.

Heejin had no regard for being seen in public, as she was currently naked for all who wanted to see. You admired how tight she was; she lost some baby fat on her cheeks but still contained the soft squishiness you loved pinching whenever you teased her. You were never one to complain about the size of her breasts, as long as they were perky and fit in your hand, that was all you needed. She had been putting many hours in the gym - her toned biceps, a flat, slim stomach that led to the beautiful present waiting for you between her thighs.

You lifted your shirt over your head before pressing yourself against her back. As it was the only article of clothing you had left on you, the two of you enjoyed the feeling of your naked bodies pressing against each other. Your arms snaked around her wanton body - your left hand reaching upwards and cupping her breast while your right hand caresses the defined muscles of her abdomen.

“Baby…” Heejin moaned, accompanied by a sigh of satisfaction at the feeling of your hands teasing her body.

You planted soft, tender kisses against her skin, feeling her hardening nipple against your palm as she lets out a louder gasp at your intimate touch. Your hand traces a tease-filled path until it finally reaches the ultimate prize: the wonderful, warm spot in her lower body.

Your middle finger quickly dives deep, going past her thighs to the very bottom of her pussy, finding it unsurprisingly drenched. Her juices quickly soaked your finger as you slowly traced her outer lips in an upward movement until you found her clitoris. You caressed it in slow, up and down movements, relishing in the fact that your girlfriend was already so aroused.

“Baby… you’re so wet.”

“You make me wet…” Heejin replied, driving you to slowly increase the tempo of your strokes against her clit, the volume of steady moans escaping from her throat rapidly increasing. “T-The thought of you f-fucking Yerim and I sounds so yummy.”

Heejin gulps a large amount of saliva as your finger plays with her clit for several long minutes. She feels her forehead start to sweat as waves of pleasure course through her body.

By this point, Heejin is a quivering, shaky mess. She struggles to hold herself up as her legs feel like they’re turning into jelly. Her sexual frustration was at an all-time high, as Hyejoo and Yerim went into great detail about the intimate moments they shared with you.

You continued to press yourself against your girlfriend, releasing in the warmth of her lower body radiating against your shaft. Heejin moves her hand behind her and her fingers delicately grab onto your cock, pumping you up and down as slowly as she can given her current position.

You reward Heejin’s efforts with your own, your finger rubbing her clit with a consistent pressure. Your other hand massages the stiffened nipple of her breast, pinching it and earning yourself soft, breathy moans escaping from her throat. As your fingers continue to work their magic on her body, her arousal continues and increases in volume as she reaches her peak.

The pleasure is beginning to be too much for Heejin, who lets go of her tight grip on your cock. She reaches back with her hand, grasping onto your hips as she tries to support herself up from pleasure coursing her body.

“Oppa, I can’t last much longer…” Heejin said, barely able to speak from the gasps of pleasure and lust. “I’m cumming…!”

Heejin is unable to prevent it any longer. Her body is wracked by intense spasms as the hand between her legs drives her over the edge. Her soft thighs capture your hand and wrist between them as you feel her body quiver in pleasure. You squeezed her breast a bit tighter as she savors every moment of her orgasm.

“Oppa…” she said softly, her chest heaving with heavy breaths. “I want you to fuck me.”

You take your cock and softly place it against her quivering, hot wet flesh. Both of you take delight in the feeling of your cockhead pressing against her opening, the slit pressing against her clit as it passes over it. In one soft movement, your head is lined up with her ready, inviting lips. Heejin’s mouth opens and releases a small gasp as the two of you savor the feeling of your bodies being connected. Heejin rubs her hips against yours, signaling to you that it was okay to move inside her.

You pumped slowly, a bit hesitant she wanted you to go rough even though her body wasn’t ready yet. Both of you wanted to make sure to prolong the moment, enjoying every sensation that coursed throughout your bodies.

Heejin’s constant stream of moans that came from her throat was a stark difference to Yerim and Hyejoo. Yerim was loud - often cheering you on during random moments and wanting to make as much noise as possible. Hyejoo was a bit softer, but was no stranger to being loud when hitting certain peaks of pleasure. With Heejin, she started to gasp and moan the second you entered her and would continue when you finally left her body. Her palms firmly gripped the railing as you finally began fucking her.

The sounds turned into something that could resemble words as you increased the speed and depths of your thrusts slightly. You enjoyed the feeling of Heejin’s soft ass smacking against your crotch as your cock pounds her wet tightness.

“Oppa! Oh fuck… just like that… fuck me just like that…”

It doesn’t take very long until Heejin’s next orgasm arrives.

“I’m gonna cum… oppa, I’m gonna cum!”

Heejin screams, her second orgasm not nearly as intense as her first, but the soft warmth of her pussy’s contractions as she reaches her peak are no less satisfying. The sudden wetness that floods your cock is just one of the many things you loved about her. Her body shudders softly as the waves of pleasure crash over her. And while you both are a bit saddened that it isn’t as powerful, the warmth and soothingness of it is enough for you.

“B-Baby… I’m cumming…” you said to Heejin. It was more of a statement rather than a warning. While you did want to prolong your own orgasm, Heejin knew her body would make you unable to do so. You looked down watching your hands hold onto her hips as you thrusted into her. Out of her friends, Heejin had the tightest pussy. She made sure to let them know that whenever they got together and ended up talking about you. Post-orgasm, Heejin’s pussy was almost unbearable with how tight it always becomes.

Heejin doesn’t acknowledge your statement, wanting you to thrust a few times into her body before she finally answers.

“Cum in me, baby.” she says softly as she closes her eyes and allows herself to savor the pleasure. “Fill my body with your cum. Cum in me like you did this morning to Yerim.”

Her last sentence fell on deaf ears as your orgasm takes you by surprise. You thrust into her once more, filling her all the way. Your cock spasms, sending thick, hot streaks of semen into her wanton pussy.

“Oppa…” Heejin said softly, her voice a soft whisper. “Tell Hyejoo not to drain you so much next time.”

Somehow the two of you managed to find yourselves back in bed. When you wake up, you find you are all alone. Trying to shake the haziness of sleep away, your eyes slowly begin to focus on Heejin looking at you from the entrance of the bedroom door, smiling sweetly at you with a hand on her hip.

“Hi, baby. You were knocked out pretty good there.” she said.

“W-What time is it?” you said, stretching your arms before rubbing your eyes.

“I know, it’s early. But I completely forgot Jungeun unnie and I have a museum date today. Seems like she got some inspiration from when you visited her art studio and collaborated.”

“But what about the thing you brought up last night?”

“What do you mean?” It doesn’t take long for her to realize what you meant. “Oh… that. Sorry, baby. It seems like you’ll have to enjoy being suffocated by Yerim’s thighs without me. Make sure to save some energy for me when I come back home.”

“I love you.”

Still exhausted and trying to recover from the haze of drowsiness, you were unable to see Heejin off, only hearing the sounds of the apartment door locking behind her as she exited.

You promptly went back to sleep, wanting to enjoy the feeling of sleeping in. After a relaxing warm shower and reheating the breakfast made for you that you wondered how she found the energy to do so, you were currently on the couch, flipping through various channels to find a program worth watching.

The ringtone of your doorbell plays, echoing throughout the apartment. Grumbling at the thought of your viewing experience being interrupted, the monitor comes alive and displays three women of various heights. Smiling, you press a button that unlocks the door.

“Oppa…!”

The moment you approach the door it opens and you are greeted by a gust of long brown hair as you feel someone suddenly squeeze you. Choi Yerim loved giving you hugs, whether it be in the bedroom or not. She looked up at you with her beautiful, bright round eyes. The smile on her face seemed to be etched on, you never saw her without it. Even though a majority of your time with her was intimate and pleasure-seeking, you enjoyed moments like these where the two of you valued one another’s company.

“Let go of him and let us get a turn to hug him too.”

A loud sound comes from Yerim’s back as she reacts and holds you even tighter. Son Hyejoo was a quiet person, mainly using actions to get her message across. She gave you a soft smile, her triangle shaped upper lip furrowing as she shook her head at Yerim’s refusal to detach herself from you.

“Hi, Hyunjin.”

Kim Hyunjin was the last of the women to meet your gaze. The last time you were intimate with her was in the parking structure of the hotel you all were staying at in Jeju Island. The sinful act of intimacy made you two forget to buy bubble tea for the group - something that didn’t go unpunished by Heejin, especially since she specifically told you not to sleep with anyone besides her during the trip.

Like Yerim, she had big, round eyes. While Yerim’s were bright and possessed a certain glint, Hyunjin’s were beady and seemed almost robotic. All of you were used to her lack of facial expressions, seemingly able to tell what mood she was in even though she looked exactly the same to an untrained eye.

“What brings you guys over?” you asked, inviting them in as you waddled due to Yerim refusing to let go of you.

“Did Heejin tell you anything?” Hyunjin asked as she and Hyejoo sat on the couch. You sat on a different one facing them, Yerim by your side.

“She said… a threesome between her and Yerim over here, or you and Hyejoo. But that won’t be able to happen since Heejin’s not here.”

“That’s kinda why we’re here, oppa. We told Jungeun to plan a day for just the two of them weeks in advance. And when we told her we wanted to have a threesome with you, we scheduled it to happen at the same time.”

A bit stunned at what you just heard from Hyunjin, you looked to Hyejoo. She looked down and away, a simple nod as confirmation. Looking to Yerim who was clinging to your arm, she had a bright smile on her face.

“I was the one who brought it up to them. Fighting, oppa!”

“So… it’s not a threesome?”

“No. In fact… it’ll be something even better.”

“You get to have your way with all of us.”

“Right. I mean… what?” you asked.

“Heejin unnie is gone. Which means we get to have you all to ourselves.” Hyejoo said.

“I’ll take any chance I can get with you.” Hyunjin said. “Plus, it’ll be fun seeing you fuck these two.”

“I just want to spend time with you, oppa.” Yerim added. “Your hugs always keep me so warm.”

“So… who do you want first?”

Hyunjin’s words registered in your mind as Yerim and Hyejoo sat on your bed. You were thankful to have changed the sheets before they arrived, but knew it was futile since you would have to replace them afterwards.

“I have a choice?”

“Of course you do. So, who will it be?” Hyunjin’s voice was stern, and her facial expression becoming emotionless meant you knew she was serious. A chill filled the air as you had no choice but to weigh your current options. All three had delicious, mouth-watering thighs that you would love to sink your head or cock between. Hyejoo’s simple makeup and curve hugging dress made her a clear choice if you wanted stimulation from her mouth or breasts. Yerim always made sex fun - her beautiful smile as she moaned and rode your cock brought a certain element of friendship to the intimate and erotic act.

“These two have been making some bold claims, oppa.” Hyunjin said, approaching Hyejoo. She gently placed a finger underneath her chin, grazing it before lifting it up so that the two would make eye contact. “Son Hyejoo has gone on record by saying she gives you the best blowjobs… and that these tits of hers snuggle your cock and keep it warm.” Hyunjin squeezes Hyejoo’s clothed breasts, slapping them harshly two times each before leaving her.

“Choi Yerim on the other hand… says you love fucking her thighs. She’s even said Hyejoo and I are twigs compared to her.”

“Oppa, it’s true! You said you loved my thighs!”

“Enough.” Hyunjin said, yanking Yerim’s beautiful chestnut brown hair. “These sluts must be punished for their false accusations.”

“What punishment did you have in mind?” you asked, slightly nervous yet aroused at the same time.

Hyunjin folded her arms, pacing around several steps before stopping. She brings a hand to her chin, tapping her foot as she seems to be deep in thought.

“I say you start with this whore first, oppa.” Hyunjin finally answered, pointing her finger daintily at Yerim.

“Yay!” Yerim said excitedly - you shook your head. Leave it to her to find a positive out of a serious situation. You noticed it was a mixture of happiness and desire. Yerim loved sex almost as much as she loved being happy.

Hyunjin traces Yerim’s cheeks tenderly with the back of her finger, before it drifts downward towards the nape of her neck. One hand softly wraps around Yerim’s neck while the other squeezes her breast and pushes her down onto the bed.

“Are you ready for oppa, babygirl?” Hyunjin asked, every word dripping with seduction.

Yerim’s black skirt was raised up by Hyunjin revealing her pure, creamy skin inch by inch. You had a fondness for women with wide hips and nice thighs, something Yerim had plenty of. She wore a pair of sheer black panties, ones you were certain you ripped off of her yesterday.

“Surprised to see you wear underwear for once.” Hyunjin said. “You always did enjoy pretending you aren’t a slut.”

“I-I’m not a slut, unnie!” Yerim whined. “You’re the one who could never keep her legs closed before Heejin unnie and oppa got together!”

Hyunjin’s face instantly reddened with anger. “Oppa, eat this slut out. Now.”

Hyunjin had a devilish look in her eyes as you approached the bed. Yerim instinctively raised her legs and spread her thighs, giving you the perfect viewpoint to sink your head into. Mirroring yesterday’s rendezvous at the gym, you grabbed onto the hem of her cotton panties and yanked them off her body. The thin fabric proved no resistance, easily being removed from Yerim hips. You were now face to face with her beautiful pink lips, glistening wetly. It never took much in order for her to be aroused.

Unable to contain yourself any longer, you find yourself between her spread thighs. Your tongue escapes your lips, savoring the taste of Yerim’s sweet nectar. You give her hot, slick pussy long licks starting from the bottom and working your way up. You briefly take a moment to swirl the tip of your tongue around her clit each time you return to it.

“Fuck, oppa…” sharp gasps escape her mouth with each of your licks. Yerim and your sheets quickly become a mess - her hot, wet juices leak out and drip down your chin as you establish a rhythm. You give her slow, broad strokes with your tongue. Yerim’s thighs instinctively try to close themselves around your head but you prevent it, holding onto her inner creases and spreading them apart. She has become a needy, squirming mess at this point.

Yerim’s delicious thighs obstruct your view and make you almost forget Hyejoo and Hyunjin were in the room with you. All you could focus on is the woman whose legs you were in between and the thought of making her feel good. The steadily increasing volume of her moans are the only other sense you recognize besides the taste of her pussy and its juices.

“Oppa… I’m cumming… Fuck! I’m about to cum, oppa…!”

You were surprised at how fast Yerim’s orgasm arrived. Besides the fact you were pleasuring her, the thought of being watched and wanting to prove to the others just how good you were with her may have been the reason her climax triggered prematurely.

Yerim screamed loudly as you intensified your clicks on her clit, it being the final key to unlocking her orgasm. The pleasure wracked her body as it forced her thighs closed around your head, despite your insistent efforts to keep them spread open for you. Her body convulses, shaking as you feel a hot rush of tasty juices enter your mouth as she orgasms. She tasted sweet, she always did. But this time, perhaps the situation of being watched made her that much more delicious.

You savored the taste of her juices, her quivering pussy pulsing from aftershocks as Yerim struggles to come down from her euphoric high. You give her wet flesh long, slow licks. Her thighs weakening their grip on your head signals to you she is beginning to return to normal, moaning incoherently as you give her pussy a deep kiss and rise from between her legs. You lick your lips in satisfaction, using the back of your hand as a napkin.

As your senses begin to refocus, you were a bit surprised to not hear Hyunjin or Hyejoo. You turn around and see Hyunjin with her back to the wall near the entrance of your bathroom. Hyejoo is in front of her, free of her dress as Hyunjin cups the younger woman’s full, round breasts. Her beady eyes stare back at you, almost taunting you for not picking the busty vixen.

Hyejoo’s triangle lips provide little comfort for her steady stream of moans. She has been reduced to a shuddering, writhing mess in Hyunjin’s embrace. Hyunjin licks Hyejoo’s ear from bottom to top, blowing a warm breath of air softly while simultaneously her hand descends down towards her crotch.

“Oh, fuck…” Hyejoo moaned in a deep register as Hyunjin’s naughty fingers slipped past the undergarment and rub her lips.

“Oppa, this slut is drenched for you too.” Hyunjin said a frighteningly erotic smile on her face.

Yerim had been able to recover from her orgasm, closing the distance between you two as she removed the sweatpants from your body. You looked down at her and both of you smiled, Yerim biting her lip as she makes quick work of your boxers. You stroke her hair appreciatively, Yerim nuzzling her cheek against the palm of your hand satisfied she earned your approval.

You laid down on your back, Yerim snuggling close to you as your lips connected with each other. Her small hand reaches down your body and strokes your cock slowly, a calm feeling before the storm of pleasure soon arriving.

“Get on top of him, whore.” Hyunjin said, finally releasing her hold on Hyejoo. She slaps the younger woman’s ass harshly, the sound satisfying all of your ears.

Son Hyejoo climbs onto the bed, still drunk from the pleasure Hyunjin gave her but ready to have you inside of her. She straddles you quickly, her soft, muscular thighs your favorite thing to be in between. You were surprised to see a trail of clothing from her previous spot with Hyunjin, she certainly didn’t waste any time. Yerim gives you one last kiss before moving to the other side of the bed. Hyejoo grabs your hard cock, giving you two quick strokes. She was delighted to feel you strengthening in her hand, your shaft pulsing. She bites her lips, showing off her beautiful triangle upper lip before giving you a mischievous wink. Hovering above you slightly, Hyejoo aims your tip against her opening before slowly lowering herself onto you.

“Oh my god…”

Both of you closed your eyes - the feeling of your cock entering her tight walls is something you will never grow tired of. Hyejoo bit her fingertip, her body still adjusting to you being inside her. She was gorgeous, her soft features a stark contrast to the sinful curves that made up her wide hips and thighs. She was cute and adorable during the day - but in the bedroom she was captivating, a woman who was fueled by lust.

Hyejoo rides you slowly, placing her hands on your chest as she takes you in and out of her body with short movements of her hips. She quickly gains speed, riding you with a firm pace as your cock enters and exits her hot, wet pussy. You watched as a steady stream of soft gasps and moans left her full lips. Son Hyejoo’s breasts bounced with each thrust of her hips as she braced herself against your chest. They were hypnotizing in a way - you had no willpower to resist as you reached upwards and fondled her soft flesh, teasing her stiffening nipples with your thumbs. Hyejoo is bouncing up and down on your cock, her hips grinding against your own.

“Look at this slut, oppa. All of us are jealous how big these nice, soft tits are.” Hyunjin said, going behind Hyejoo as she slapped her tits. Hyejoo had the nicest bust of all the women present, using it to her advantage whenever she took your cock in between them.

Hyejoo screamed in ecstasy, her soft, pillowy asscheeks bounced against your thighs. Her warm, velvety walls wrapped around your cock as you began to fuck her harder.

Hyejoo looked at you with half-lidded, lust filled eyes. She wanted more. And so did you. You slapped her beautiful bouncing breasts, causing her to moan even louder.

“Hit me more… please.” she cried. “I want more.”

You grabbed her breasts roughly, squeezing them into your palms. Hyejoo’s soft flesh wasn’t able to fit into your hands, a testament to their large size.

“Oppa… likes Hyejoo’s tits doesn’t he? They’re so nice and bouncy just for you…”

“They don’t fit in oppa’s hand… they’re too big.” you said, slapping her jiggling breasts once more. You punish Hyejoo for having a large chest by constantly squeezing them before giving her harsh smacks, increasing in force each time. Her body reacts accordingly, the force of your slaps being felt as her butt jiggles each time. Her pussy constricts your cock even more, the absolute tightness of it a mixture of pain and pleasure.

Feeling a bit tired, you decided to hold onto Hyejoo’s hips as she rode you. Having already been stimulated by Hyunjin, it doesn’t take very long until she feels her orgasm arriving.

“Oppa… I’m cumming!”

Hearing those words you pumped upwards, timing your thrusts with her lowering her hips. With one final lowering of her body all the way to your base, Hyejoo freezes. Even though she knew it was coming, the orgasm still takes her by surprise - her pussy tightens significantly around you. You did everything in your power to resist joining her. Hyejoo’s body quivers, shaking on top of yours as she fully succumbs to the pleasure coursing through her. Her nails dig into your chest, holding onto you tightly as she savors the euphoric high.

Waiting for you on the floor below was Kim Hyunjin, spreading out your spare bed covers as a makeshift bed for the two of you. Her nice, round ass and tantalizing thighs were beckoning you to be in between them.

“Took you long enough. Now it’s time to fuck a real woman.” she confidently said.

“Fuck her, oppa. She keeps bragging about how quickly she made you cum!” Yerim whined. Son Hyejoo laid on her back, her eyes still half-lidded as her chest heaves, her soft breasts rising and falling with each staggered breath. You smiled, it always did take her some time to recover from her orgasms.

“Yerim, why don’t you go and strip your slut of an unnie for me?” you said, giving her a soft kiss on the lips to sweeten your request. Yerim giggled and reciprocated, giving you plenty of quick pecks before getting off the bed. She traces Hyunjin’s face with the back of her finger, the older girl freezing up at the sudden contact. Yerim makes a show of unbuttoning Hyunjin’s sea blue collared shirt. Reaching down and squeezing her soft ass, she unzips Hyunjin’s skirt and slides it down her long, perfect legs.

“Unnie’s not a slut, Yerim.” Hyunjin complained.

Yerim suddenly grabbed Hyunjin’s wrists and pushed her down on the bed covers. Waiting for you, she takes her place on top of her unnie’s face.

Like Heejin, Hyunjin had a perfect, model-like body. She squirmed and tried to resist, her efforts in vain as Yerim’s thick thighs held onto both sides of her head. Hyunjin loved being defiant, especially in bed. And due to her effort in making Hyejoo have an orgasm before you could truly enjoy her body, you wanted to punish her.

Hyunjin’s efforts to keep her thighs closed were met with a soft laugh from you, prompting you to use hardly any force to spread them apart. Your palms held onto each full, warm thigh. Her pussy was inviting, almost taunting you. The wet flesh glistened, ready for you to take her.

Your cock, still covered in Hyejoo’s juices was currently in your hand as you slapped her pussy with it. You were delightfully rewarded with the sounds of wet flesh against wet flesh. A soft gasp escapes Hyunjin’s lips as she is wet from you and from Yerim’s pussy mere centimeters from her face.

“I… I’m not a slut, oppa.”

“Then why are you dripping for oppa like a leaking faucet?” Yerim sneered.

Ignoring the two of them cutely bickering, you placed the head of your shaft between her soft wet lips and entered her pussy with one full stroke.

You’ve forgotten the feeling of being inside Hyunjin’s pussy, with her mainly preferring to take you between her thighs or inside her ass. She was tight - tighter than Heejin. But of the three currently in the room, Hyunjin would be in the middle; the top spot going to Choi Yerim who was currently above her face. Her pussy had a hot slickness that made her body utterly sinful to be inside.

Hyunjin gasps loudly as you are reacquainted with her pussy for the first time in months.

“Oppa…”

You grasp her full thighs and bury your cock as deep as you could before withdrawing until only the head was inside - then you begin fucking Kim Hyunjin.

“Oh my god, oppa… That feels so fucking good.”

You grabbed onto Hyujin’s neck with both of your hands and squeezed firmly. You briefly saw her eyes widen before your view was replaced with Yerim’s thighs and cute butt. You fucked her roughly, contrasting your delicate actions earlier with Hyejoo. Yerim’s soft moans were drowned out by Hyunjin’s loud, muffled ones.

Yerim held onto Hyunjin’s head, her nails digging into the older girl’s skull as she roughly pulled her hair. Yerim’s moans quickly turned into loud screams as she was being eaten out. Hyunjin’s body rocked back and forth as you fucked her even harder with each thrust. The room was soon filled with wet flesh and three people using each other for their own pleasure.

“Make me come, unnie.” Yerim said, holding onto Hyunjin’s hair. “Make me cum like the slut you are.”

“Mmhph.” Hyunjin groaned from underneath Yerim’s thighs, slurping her juices loudly.

“You like when oppa pounds your slutty pussy don’t you? I bet your ass is stretched from how many times you have let him and Heejin inside there.”

Yerim’s depreciating words fuel your inner desires, causing you to pick up the speed and fuck her violently. And while you wished she was on her knees so you could slap her jiggling ass, you relished in knowing that she was receiving twice the stimulation.

“Do I taste good, unnie?” Yerim asked, pulling Hyunjin’s head around in a circular motion. “Oppa likes my juices. He says they’re sweeter than yours.”

You ran your fingers up and down the creases of Hyunjin’s thighs, her body spasming as you continued fucking her. All she could feel was Yerim’s pussy and beautiful ass on top of her. Her unique cherry scent still lingering even though all three of you were sweating and perfumed the air with the unique smell of sex. She felt her tight, wet pussy’s walls wrapping around your cock as you thrust your hips inside her.

Hyunjin teased Yerim by kissing the inner creases of her thighs before burying her tongue as deep as she could go. Yerim’s moans filled the room as she pushed her pussy deeper into Hyunjin’s mouth. The three of you worked in sync to make each other cum.

“Unnie… I’m cumming. I’m going to cum on your face… oh my god…!”

Yerim’s nails dug deeper into Hyunjin’s head as she continued slurping her clit between her lips. Although you couldn’t see her face, you knew Yerim’s eyes were half-lidded with pleasure as the pressure building up inside her was about to release.

“Fuck… unnie! I’m about to cum!”

Yerim screamed as her thighs pressed deep against Hyunjin’s face. Clamping onto both sides of her head, Choi Yerim’s juices gushed all over. Hyunjin’s face became a mess, you saw juices trailing down her chin and neck as both women’s toes curled as they lost all control.

A simultaneous feeling was happening on Hyunjin’s lower body as you thrusted inside her. Yerim kept Hyunjin’s face buried between her thighs long after her climax had subsided, wanting to savor the feeling of her unnie’s tongue. Each thrust of your cock inside her made her pussy drip onto your shaft as her walls clenched you tightly. Unable to give you any warning, you hear Hyunjin’s muffled scream as her orgasm finally arrives.

Her tight, velvety walls squeezed the life out of your cock as juices freely flowed out of her pussy and drenched both of your thighs. Hyunjin’s body was a quivering mess as she tried her best to not lose control of herself. You held onto her exhausted hips, giving her several short, shallow thrusts before removing yourself inch by inch until you were no longer inside her comfortable cavern.

Hyunjin’s body was completely drenched in sweat. Her freshly fucked pussy glistened with her juices, leaking onto the bed covers below. She and Yerim were unable to speak, the pleasure having taken over their bodies. As the both of them laid sprawled on the ground half-lidded and drifting in and out of consciousness, Son Hyejoo kisses on you on the lips before bringing you back on the bed with her.

Immediately you feel the walls of Hyejoo’s mouth massage your cock as she takes you fully inside. She looked at you straight in the eyes, her saliva leaking out the sides of her lips. Having learned to breathe through her nose from the amount of times she has given you a blowjob, more drool continued flowing out of her mouth. You held onto her face and began bobbing her head up and down, feeling her divine soft lips and tongue against your cock. Hyejoo’s head remained between your thighs for as long as you wanted - or at least she tried to, slapping them when she began to run out of air. You regretfully release your hold on her head, causing her to withdraw your cock from her mouth.

“Did that feel good, oppa?”

“Holy fuck… Hyejoo…”

Hyejoo smiled before moving her body upwards slightly and stuck out her tongue, allowing saliva to drip onto your cock and her breasts. She held the soft flesh tightly, wrapping your cock in a wonderfully warm pillow before she began to move her body up and down slowly. They were incredibly soft and plentiful, like a comfortable sweater made just for your shaft.

She stuck two fingers inside her mouth, her breasts sliding up and down your cock as a fresh supply of her spit came out of her mouth and dripped onto the both of you. Each motion of her soft flesh allowed her saliva to coat you evenly.

“Fuck, oppa… Your cock feels so good between my tits.”

Soft moans exited Son Hyejoo’s mouth as she squeezed her voluptuous breasts around your cock. It was an incredible sensation that you wished you had easier access to whenever you wanted. Part of you wished Hyejoo’s bra was still on, you enjoyed seeing your cockhead appear and disappear between her cleavage. Her breasts were so full and round - a perfect vehicle to surround every possible surface of your shaft. Interlocking her hands in front of her breasts, she squeezed you so tightly that it almost became painful.

“Oppa… does this feel good? It’s making me so wet…”

You opened your mouth but were unable to speak, Hyejoo’s breasts taking your breath away. She squeezed you even harder, the base of your cock repeatedly being hit by her lubricated flesh.

“H-Hyejoo, I’m cumming…” you managed to say.

“Cum…” Hyejoo replied, removing your cock from the warmth of her chest as she helped you get up and got on her knees in front of you. She wrapped her lips around your cock, sucking you roughly while massaging your balls before giving them a firm squeeze.

Not one did Hyejoo break eye contact with you, her eyes begging for your cum as you ran your fingers through her dark black hair.

“I’m cumming!” you yelled.

You tilted Hyejoo’s head upwards before holding her in place as you erupted all over her angelic face. It felt endless, a steady stream of lust, sin and desire you had built up in you from each of your sexual adventures with these women. Hyejoo just so happened to be the lucky recipient as you sprayed hot, thick semen all over their mouths as you watched it slowly drip down her body, painting her creamy smooth skin.

“Thank you, oppa.” Hyejoo said, saliva, sweat and cum dripping down her face as she smiles at you.

You climbed back onto the bed with Hyejoo, both of your energies thoroughly depleted. She traced her fingers onto her face, consuming as much of your cum as she could. She brushed your hair, staring at you lovingly before giving you a deep passionate kiss. You lowered your body, resting your head on her soft, cloudlike breasts.

“I want round 2 when you wake up, oppa.”

And while she wasn’t there to experience what just occurred, you were happy that Heejin prepared such a special event for you.

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Chills

Title: Chills

Pairing: Reader x Model!Cas

Word Count: 3,911

Warnings: Alcohol/drinking, kissing

Square Filled: Model!Cas

Summary: Your night out with your friends has an unexpected, though not unwelcome, ending.

A/N: This is a submission for the 2020-2021 SPN AU Bingo (@spnaubingo). It is also loosely inspired by the song “Souvenir” by Selena Gomez. I hope you enjoy—please let me know what you think!

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The night was still young, but you were already growing sick of the new bar you’d been dragged to by your coworkers. You were supposed to be celebrating with them. Normally, you would have really enjoyed the opportunity to drink, talk, laugh, and dance with them, but this bar was more of a nightclub than anything else. Pounding music had been playing since the second you’d stepped over the threshold—after being carded by a broad-shouldered bouncer standing outside the door—and the lights were so dim that you could barely make out the faces of your friends if they were more than a few feet away. The bright white strobe lights flashing near the tiny stage near the back of the bar probably didn’t help with that, either.

“You want another?”

You looked up from your phone and nodded at the bartender, handing him the leftover cash from your last drink. He gave you a polite nod and took the tip in one hand before grabbing your empty glass with the other.

“You know what?” you shouted over the music. “I’m good, actually. Thank you.”

Nodding again, the man started to hand back the tip but you shook your head.

“Keep it,” you told him. “Have a good night.”

He smiled at you this time and you gave him a small smile back, then stood. Looking around, you caught a glimpse of your co-workers somewhere in the crowd of people jumping, grinding, and dancing on the makeshift dance floor, but the girl who’d driven you was nowhere in sight. You probably couldn’t remember her name at this point, even if your life depended on it.

As the music transitioned into a new song, you pulled out your phone to text one of them that you were heading home on your own and that a seat in the car had opened up for a late-night conquest or a bag of takeout, whichever ended up taking precedence. You watched for a second as she pulled out her phone and glanced at the message, then went back to dancing like she didn’t have a care in the world.

I’m clearly not a priority whenever there are guys involved, you thought bitterly, and then you scolded yourself for being so bitter. You’re literally leaving early instead of trying to have fun with your friends or all the cute guys here. You have no right to be salty that she’s having a good time and you’re not.

You turned and started to make your way to the exit, tucking your phone in your bag as you walked. The crowd thinned out as you got closer to the door and you were almost clear of the bar when someone slammed into you, sending you tumbling onto the floor. Your bag went flying too, but you were too busy trying to keep your head from slamming onto the tile to care. You failed miserably.

“I’m sorry!” Someone’s hand wrapped around your bicep and pulled you upright, and your head swam as you adjusted to the all-too-sudden change. They started to let go, but when squeezed your eyes shut and brought one hand up to gingerly cradle the side of your head, their grip only tightened.

“Are you alright?”

You started to shake your head, then groaned and mumbled a curse when that made things worse.

“Is she okay?” That was the bartender, you recognized his voice, and a second later something cold was pressed over the hand still pressed against your head.

“Here,” said the man who’d knocked you down. “Ice pack. Let’s find someplace for you to sit. I’m gonna lead you to the bar, okay?”

“Okay,” you agreed, and you opened your eyes just a sliver so you could watch where you were walking. Once you were seated on a barstool, you rested your elbow on the counter so you could hold your head up and press the ice pack against it at the same time.

The man took the seat in front of you. He watched in silence while you carefully situated yourself. It was unnerving to feel his gaze as you tried to find a comfortable position, and you tried hard to focus on how you were feeling instead. Finally, you opened your eyes the rest of the way and looked up at him.

A chill ran up your spine and you shivered. He was, without a doubt, one of the most handsome men you’d ever seen. Dark brown, almost black, hair swept across his forehead and bright blue eyes practically lit up the rest of his chiseled features. They brought a softness to his face, however, and you wondered if he wore glasses.

He’d look great with glasses, you thought.

“Are you still dizzy?” he asked, and you blinked a few times, feeling your face grow warm at the realization that you’d been staring. Hopefully, the bar area was dim enough that he couldn’t tell how embarrassed you were.

“No,” you said, shaking your head just a little. It didn’t throw you off as much as you had before, which was a relief. “No, I’m fine. I think I’ll just have a bump.”

The man nodded. “I’m sorry I knocked you down. I wasn’t paying attention. I can pay if you think you need to see a doctor.”

You gave him a tight smile. “I’m fine, really. I’ll probably just have a major headache in the morning,” you told him. You reached for your phone, then sat up straight and looked around. Your purse was still somewhere on the bar’s floor and your stomach sank when you saw the crowd that had gathered near where you’d had your run-in with the man. Some skeevy guy had probably picked it up by now. You’d have to get a new phone in the morning, and you’d have to cancel all your cards, too. Add to that the fact that you’d now lost your driver’s license and you were bound to have a major headache from your fall, your morning was shaping up to be one for the books.

He noticed your distraught expression and looked in the same direction, then back at you. “What?”

“My purse,” you groaned, dropping your head back down onto the ice pack in your hand. “I dropped it and it’s probably long gone. I don’t see it and I’m gonna have to cancel all my cards and stuff tomorrow.”

“Maybe it’s still there. I’ll go look. Stay here?” he asked. You nodded and watched glumly as he stood and headed in the direction of the crowd. They parted as he approached, and a few of them pulled out their phones and held them out, smiling and chattering excitedly. The stranger leaned in towards them and smiled as well. Once they’d all pocketed their phones again, he said something, and suddenly the lot of them were all searching the sticky floor of the bar. It took less than a minute before one of them was holding out your purse to the stranger, and then he was heading back towards you.

Your ice pack had already melted and grown squishy. Sighing, you set it down on the counter and straightened up when he held out your bag. It looked completely undamaged and after making sure everything was still inside, you closed it again and looked up at the man. More people had come over and he was taking pictures with them while you were checking for your phone, wallet, and keys. When he caught you watching him, he quickly hugged a few of the strangers goodbye before he turned his full attention back to you. They left reluctantly, but he didn’t seem to notice.

“Everything there?” he asked, and you nodded. A dazzling smile spread across his face and you stared dumbly at him. “Good. How are you feeling? You should keep the ice pack on your head.” He picked it up and gently pressed it into your hand, then moved it up to the side of your head again. His hand stayed pressed over yours for a long moment and you swallowed thickly.

“Thanks.” You blinked and suddenly realized how foolish you were acting. Swooning over the very strange stranger that knocked you over at the bar you didn’t want to be at? Ridiculous.

“Do you have a ride home?”

Shaking your head, you dropped your hand and looked down at the ice pack, squishing it a little before replacing it on the bartop. “I was planning on taking an Uber..”

“Let me take you home. I’ve got— I’ve got my car here and I want to make sure you get home or something, especially if you’ve got a concussion,” he replied.

You squinted. “I’m okay, thanks.”

“I insist.”

“And I don’t know your name. How do you expect me to ride home with a complete stranger?”

He stared for a second, and then chuckled. “My name is Cas. And you are?”

“Diane,” you replied, after hesitating for a moment. There was no way you were going to tell him your real name, no matter how kind and attractive he seemed to be. You had been drinking, after all. “You’re a pretty popular guy, Cas. Does that mean I can trust you?”

Cas grinned. He glanced over at the small group standing on the edge of the dance floor that were staring. Some of the girls had jealousy burning in their eyes and you frowned at them, confused. Who is this guy?

“There’s plenty of people to see you leave with me, if that’s what you mean,” Cas answered, “but I like to think I’m a pretty trustworthy person.”

The warning bells in your head that normally went off during situations like these were oddly silent and you found yourself smiling as you replied, “Okay. You can take me home, but the second I sense anything’s off, you let me out of the car. Deal?”

“That seems reasonable,” he agreed. “Do you need to tell anyone you’re leaving?” You shook your head. “Alright, then. Let’s get going.”

You followed Cas out of the bar. You wrapped your arms around yourself as soon as you were outside. It was colder than you thought it would be, but your chill wasn’t long-lasting. Cas shrugged out of his jacket and draped it over your shoulders, and you looked over at him in surprise.

“Thank you.”

He nodded politely and gestured towards a car off to your left. He’d parked near a light pole, allowing you to see inside the car without issue, and you peered into the backseat for anything unusual or alarming as you got closer. There was nothing there but a tan trenchcoat that had been half-hazardly strewn over the otherwise pristine, caramel-colored leather seat. It was a beautiful vehicle, and the seat perfectly complemented the cream exterior of it. Everything about Cas’ ride screamed wealth and you slowed.

“So are you some kind of influencer or something? Is that why people kept asking for photos with you?” you asked.

Cas slowed as well, then came to a stop at the back of the car. He looked at you curiously. “You honestly don’t know who I am? You don’t recognize me?”

You scoffed. “That’s a pretty egotistical thing to say.” Almost immediately you regretted the words, and you covered your mouth with your hand. He winced. “I’m so sorry, that was really rude. I’m not normally this brash.”

“No, no. It’s okay. I regretted saying what I did as soon as I said it. I’m a model. Usually I can’t go anywhere without everyone getting in my personal space. You not knowing who I am is surprising to me.”

“Oh.” You nodded, a little uncomfortable. “Well… I hope it’s a good surprise?”

His bright blue eyes lit up in an almost hypnotizing way. With his face half in shadow and the only light being the warm glow from the light pole up behind him, his chiseled jawline wasn’t as strong and he looked more like a boyish angel than the dashing model you’d met inside the bar.

“It is. It’s a very good surprise,” Cas laughed. He moved around you to the side of the car, then opened up the passenger door for you. Once you were situated, he shut it and went around to his own side.

You took the moment to quickly pull out your phone and Google him as fast as you could. There were over a million hits for “Cas model”. His full name was Castiel Novak and he was clearly one of the more famous models right now. His Instagram was one of the first results, and he had more than a million followers. Your jaw dropped a little at the pictures at the top, too. Cas was even more stunning in real life than he was in the photos, but your mouth still went dry and when you turned and found him watching you, you were too dazed to respond right away.

“Did you just Google me?” he asked, amused.

“No.” You locked your phone with the button on the side and he laughed.

“You did! Did you find anything exciting?” He was grinning and you rolled your eyes. “I’m glad that I knocked you over instead of somebody else, Diane.”

Unable to stop yourself, you laughed and sat back in the seat, more relaxed than before. Cas continued to grin as he started the car and pulled out of his spot.

“Which way are we headed?”

You pointed down the street when he reached the lot exit. The two of you drove in silence, with you continuing to point and give directions when necessary, until finally he was parking alongside the curb outside your home. The attraction you felt towards him was simmering low inside of you and you glanced over at him as he put the car in park.

“Thanks for the ride,” you said, secretly hoping to have one more snippet of conversation with him. Most likely, you’d never see Cas again, and you wanted your last memory with the beautiful, blue-eyed man to be a happy one.

“It’s the least I could do, considering I’ve given you a bad headache at the very least.”

You nodded, your hand on the door handle. “Do you… want to come in for a snack?” You winced. “That was lame, I’m sorry. Do you want to come in for a nightcap?”

Castiel’s grin softened and your stomach flipped. “Are you inviting me in because you want to or because you think you should?”

The question caught you off-guard and you blinked. “What?”

“I don’t want you to think you need to invite me in because I drove you home or because I’m famous. If we’re going to spend time together, Y/N, I want it to be because we want to.”

“I do want to,” you answered. “You… You seem like a nice guy and I’m not going to deny that you’re not attractive.”

He watched you for a moment before nodding and turning off the engine. “Alright, then I’ll take you up on that snack.”

You grinned wide. Pulling the door handle, you began to climb out of the car, but you stopped and looked back at him before the door was even halfway open. “I have a confession to make,” you said.

Cas paused and raised his eyebrows slightly. “A confession?”

“My name’s not really Diane, it’s Y/N. I was afraid to tell you in case you were one of those weird stalker guys, but I figured since I already Googled you and I’m letting you into my house…”

The car fell silent for a minute, and then Cas nodded. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Y/N,” he replied, smiling again. He held out his hand for you to shake. You shook it with a smile of your own.

You and Cas climbed out of the car and he locked the car. Your neighborhood was dark and eerily silent, but Cas’ hand on your shoulder made the nervousness go away.

“Everything okay, Y/N?” he asked, and you nodded with a tiny smile before heading up the short walkway to your front door. He waited behind you as you unlocked the door and stepped inside, holding it open for him and then locking it behind the two of you.

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The hotel Cas was staying in for his extended promotional shoot was the most glamorous place you’d ever been. The outfit you’d picked out for the plane ride seemed like children’s clothes compared to what the other guests were wearing and you tugged self-consciously at your shirt. Even their suitcases proclaimed to the world that you had money, and you were secretly glad that your luggage had been taken up separately. Amazon suitcases you’d bought five years ago probably wouldn’t be something that they’d consider high class.

Cas held your other hand in his as he led you into the elevator. “Are you alright?” he asked once the doors were closing.

You nodded. You could feel his eyes on you as you watched the numbers above the elevator doors light up as you traveled towards his floor, and when he stepped closer, your breath caught in your throat.

“Cas?” you murmured, turning your head to look at him.

“Can I kiss you now?”

“We’re in the—”

“I’ll stop anyone gets on.” His usually bright eyes were darker and you nodded, finding yourself already a little breathless as he brought his hand up to touch your cheek. Leaning in, he captured your lips with his and you sighed, letting your eyes fall closed. You turned more in his arms and grabbed onto his blazer as he pushed you back towards the wall of the tiny space, until finally the railing was digging into your back and you pulled away just enough to breathe.

“I missed you,” he breathed, and then he was kissing you again. You made a noise, both out of pure pleasure and out of agreement, and kissed him back just as hard.

The elevator chimed with each floor you passed. When the floor beneath you seemed to slow, you reluctantly pushed him away and brushed the back of your hand over your lips. He continued to watch you as he stepped back, chest heaving as he caught his breath.

“Wasn’t expecting that until we got back to the room,” you said. You didn’t mind that you were out of breath, too.

Cas didn’t smile. The dark, needy look in his eyes was still there, but there was a hint of amusement as well. “I haven’t seen you in months, Y/N. You expected me to wait?”

The elevator doors opened and Cas grabbed your hand again, pulling you down the hallway. You veered around an older couple exiting their room and they exchanged a knowing look as you passed by. Your face grew warm, but you didn’t have much time to dwell on the fact that anyone with a brain knew what was going on between you and your boyfriend.

Once at the door to his suite, Cas glanced both ways down the hallway, then hurriedly pushed you against the wall.

“Wha—”

He kissed you before your question had barely begun and you melted into his touch. All other thoughts fled your mind and your hands found the button-up underneath his blazer. You tugged gently, wanting the separation between the two of you to disappear, and he pressed into you more.

Somewhere down the hall, the elevator doors chimed and Cas pulled away. He dug his key card out of his pocket and fumbled with it as he tried to get the door open. You watched on, a little stunned by the sudden kiss, but your insides were alight with desire and the familiar flutter of butterflies you always got whenever you and Cas were reunited.

Finally, the lock clicked and the little light turned green. Cas pushed the suite door open and you were right on his tail as he entered the room. The door slammed shut behind you and Cas had you pressed up against it in an instant.

“Cas,” you laughed, smiling as he kissed every inch of skin he could find. “Cas, hold on a sec. Let me get settled.”

He hesitated and you quickly grabbed his hands, gently prying him from you before he could go back to his task. You pecked him on the lips and then slid away from him so that you could take a look around the suite.

“This is gorgeous! You made it sound like there would be nothing to do here!”

“There isn’t,” Cas answered. He followed you into the sitting area and you dropped your purse on the couch. Through the open bedroom doors, you could see your two small suitcases sitting beside the bed. A bellhop had taken them from you when you’d first arrived at the hotel. You’d requested that they leave it unpacked—you had some surprises for Cas you didn’t want hanging out in the open just yet.

“Are you serious?” You gaped at him, laughing a little. “Cas, this is the Presidential Suite! There are two TVs in this room alone! You’ve got a wet and a dry bar, an air hockey table, and your own balcony with a million dollar view! How could you ever be bored?”

He watched you intently, his eyes searching your face before looking you over from head to toe. Finally, his gaze returned to yours and your cheeks burned.

“You weren’t here.”

“Well, yeah, but—”

“No buts,” he said. He shook his head and stepped closer, taking your hands in his. “You weren’t here. I hate going away without you. I used to love traveling and seeing everything the world could offer, but now I don’t want to do it without you by my side.”

A wide smile blossomed on your face and you ducked your head. “Cas…”

He squeezed your hands. “Do you want something to drink?”

You nodded, grateful for the chance to sit down and relax for a moment. It had been go, go, go since you’d got on the plane. Cas left your side for the first time that night and you leaned back onto the cushion. Everything around you was so beautiful—your boyfriend included—and it was sublime. You loved your house, but you’d be lying if you said that you didn’t enjoy the things that Cas earned through his job.

Cas sat down beside you with a glass of wine in each hand. You could only assume it cost more than most things you owned, and you took yours gingerly.

“I’m glad you could come,” Cas said as you sipped the wine.

“Me too. I missed you.” With your free hand, you reached over and grabbed Cas’, squeezing gently. “I love you, and when I finish this glass, we’re gonna make good use of that bed.”

He laughed. Cas set his glass on the coffee table and looked over. The light from the windows behind you reflected in his eyes and you decided right then and there that you weren’t going to finish the wine. His eyes were big enough and blue enough to swim in and a chill ran up your spine at the look he gave you.

“I changed my mind,” you said, grinning. You set down your wine and stood, tugging on his hand. “Let’s go check out that bed now.”

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sunflowershouto · 4 years

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what’s in a name? - katsuki bakugou x reader

𝑵𝒐𝒕𝒆: Hi guys, Leora again! My very first request! For this ask, I’m going to give the reader a last name! If you don’t like it, that’s okay ‘cause your last name becomes Bakugou pretty quick! ;) Reader’s last name for this is Shinohara, and her ex’s name is Takashi (Takashi Furukawa). Her son’s name is Kaoru.

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚: Bakugou raised your son as if he was his own, but one thing was missing.

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕: 1.1k

𝐰 𝐡 𝐚 𝐭 ' 𝐬 𝐢 𝐧 𝐚 𝐧 𝐚 𝐦 𝐞 ?

You were twenty years old, lying in bed with of one of your closest friends, wondering if he had any idea what he was getting himself into. His arms were around you, and you breathed in the scent of gunpowder, his body hot against yours.

“Are you sure about this?” you asked, curling closer to him as if he’d disappear once you closed your eyes. The same way that Takashi had, almost a year ago now. “I mean. . . You know, Kaoru.”

“Will you quit asking me that?” Katsuki muttered, pulling you closer and trying to get you to quit doubting what the two of you had done that night. “If I wasn’t sure, I wouldn’t do it. Now shush up and sleep already, will you?”

“Yeah, okay,” you sighed, shutting your eyes and letting yourself drift off, mind melting into dreams.

The next eighteen years weren’t easy. Katsuki always tried, always put everything he could into helping to raise your son, but it wasn’t like he knew what a picture perfect family looked like. He was your husband, and as such he had a duty to protect you and your child, the same way he had a duty to be a hero.

‘No father is perfect,’ you would tell him every time he doubted himself. ‘What’s important is that you’re here. You were there for me when he wasn’t. You always have been.’

There were fights, between you and Katsuki, between Katsuki and Kaoru. The three of you always managed to set things right, but there were some things that words couldn’t fix. You’d long since taken Katsuki’s last name: Y/N Bakugou. Your son, however, didn’t seem so sure.

His name was Kaoru Shinohara, and he had never showed any interest in changing it.

You were thirty-eight, lying in bed with the man you had married, and marveling over the fact that your son, your baby boy, was going off to college in just a few months. “Eighteen years,” you breathed out, humming as Katsuki pulled you close. “I can’t believe it.”

He hummed in response, running his hand absently up and down your back, tracing patterns through the back of your tank-top. “Shinohara,” he mumbled, his voice quiet as he stared up into the dark.

“Huh? Shinohara? You haven’t called me that since we were in high school,” you replied, lifting your head to press a soft kiss to his jaw.

“Not you, stupid.” There was no malice in his voice, it was purely a term of endearment at this point. “Kaoru. His name is still Shinohara.”

“He’s stubborn,” you pointed out, pulling back so you could meet his eyes, a smile on your lips. “He got that from you, you know.”

Katsuki rolled his eyes, but didn’t argue. If either of you had taught your son how to be insufferably stubborn, it was definitely Bakugou. He couldn’t exactly argue with you on that. “He’ll come around, just give him time.”

“I’ve given him eighteen years,” he grumbled, letting his head fall back against his pillow, eyes trained on the ceiling. “Our kid hates me, the little punk.”

“He doesn’t hate you. Now shush up and go to sleep, already.”

The next morning, when Bakugou got downstairs, Kaoru was sitting in the living room, an array of paperwork splayed out on the table in front of him.

“Homework on a Sunday? You’re joking,” Katsuki huffed, walking by and ruffling Kaoru’s hair on his way to the fridge. “It’s the weekend, at least do something fun.”

“It’s not homework, dad,” Kaoru countered, straightening his hair only to have it ruffled as soon as Katsuki walked by again. “It’s paperwork.” His tone was somber, more-so than usual. Kaoru was an odd mix of his father’s brash and stubborn demeanor, and his mother’s more relaxed and upbeat attitude. For him to be quiet or overly serious was rare.

“Paperwork? The hell is it for?” Katsuki set down the plate he’d gotten from the cabinet and sat across the table from his son, grabbing one of the sheets and inspecting it.

A family court document. . .?

Katsuki’s eyes scanned the page until he found his son’s name, written in perfect kanji in the allotted space.

Shinohara Kaoru to be changed to Bakugou Kaoru

“Kid. . .” Katsuki stared at the sheet of paper, reading it over and over again to make sure that he was reading this right.

“You’re not really that surprised are you?” Kaoru asked, his expression both excited and nervous. “I mean, mom said you’d be happy, but I thought you’d see it coming.”

“What? Surprised? No. Bakugou is a way cooler last name than Shinohara. I knew it was only a matter of time before you came around,” Katsuki assured him, crossing his arms and looking the other way. Damned kid. . . Why’d he have to go and make this some kind of a surprise?

He hated this kind of sentimental squishy stuff, but why did he feel such a surge of pride in reading the name Kaoru Bakugou?

“Dad. . . You don’t have to say anything, I know this isn’t really your thing, but I wanna say thanks. I mean. . . You raised me. That other jerk probably never even bothered to learn my name before he left mom.” Kaoru’s eyes narrowed as he thought of his biological father, his fists curling up at his sides.

“You were there for us, and I know I said a lot of shit to you when I was a kid that probably made me seem really ungrateful, but-”

“You did,” Katsuki confirmed, nodding. “You really did.”

“Uh, yeah. Thanks, Dad.” Kaoru’s brow twitched, but he continued through what he was saying without snapping. “But I’m glad that you’re here. You make mom really happy, and. . . I think you’re a really cool dad. I’m happy to have your last name. Just, don’t let it get to your head, ‘kay?”

“Yeah, yeah,” Katsuki sighed, slinging an arm around Kaoru’s shoulders and ruffling his hair for the third time that morning. “You don’t suck too bad either, kid.”

“Wow, thanks. That might be the nicest thing you’ve ever said to anyone ever,” Kaoru huffed, though he wore a small smile on his face.

You watched from the kitchen doorway, your eyes gleaming as you watched the two of them, a lump growing in your throat. You couldn’t miss the pride gleaming in Katsuki’s eyes as he looked at your son, the way that he had accepted him without hesitance. You had absolutely no doubt in your heart that this was fate, that you’d married the right man, and that Kaoru and Katsuki were the best things to ever happen to you. “Happy Father’s Day, dad.”

“That means you’re cooking dinner tonight, punk.”

“What?!”

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hollywoods-golden-age-imagines · 3 years

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Meeting and Dating Scarecrow

(Not my gif)(Requested by anonymous)

- You meet Scarecrow when you’re transported to Oz. We all know that, in the movie, Dorothy hit her head and everything that happened was just a dream. But for the sake of these headcanons, let’s say that Oz is real.

- It had been a day like any other: you’d woken up, eaten breakfast, and gone outside to begin your work for the day. But what had initially been a normal morning, quickly became a dangerous and frightening one as the sky turned dark.

- Having lived in the town for a while, you knew exactly what this meant and headed straight for your cellar. You remained there for close to an hour, up until you couldn’t hear anything and we’re sure that the storm had passed.

- Upon trying at the cellar door, you found yourself struggling to lift the hatch. After a few minutes of shimmying, banging and pushing as hard as you could, the door finally began to lift up; though you found yourself still struggling to manage it.

- You squeezed your way through the crack you managed to form before you finally realized why you’d been struggling. The cellar was covered in grass, grass and dirt as though you’d broken through the ground itself. That was when you looked around and found that you were far from home.

- You were in the middle of some trees; very different from your farm, with bushes and flowers all around you. A few feet away, a yellow brick road led you down towards fields of corn. Well, ...you were either dead or dreaming.

- With nothing else to do, you began to walk down the road.

- Soon enough, you were led straight to the Scarecrow and much like in Dorothys case, you were shocked to find that the Scarecrow was; for all intents and purposes, alive.

- After the initial shock and your successful efforts to help him down, you explained to him what had happened to you and asked if he knew the way back to your city. Turns out, he didn’t even know where or what it was.

- With a sigh, you thanked him “anyways” and began to try and choose which direction you should walk in. As you were thinking, he cane up beside you and hesitantly suggested that he could go with you ...“if you’d like”.

- Who were you to refuse? Soon enough, the two of you were arm in arm and making your way down the yellow brick road.

- And thus began your journey, traveling through the different gardens and towns of Oz, trying to find someone or something that could bring you home. Along the way, you realize that you quite like the Scarecrow, far more than you’d anticipated.

- And that got you thinking that, perhaps, being in Oz wasn’t so bad. Maybe it wouldn’t be such a tragedy if you couldn’t find a way home. Maybe you’d like to stay.

- So when you were finally confronted with the idea of going home and the ability to do so, ...you were hesitant to take the chance. You took a long look around the fantastical place you’d traveled through; your eyes landing on the scarecrow in front of you and his teary eyes, and in a moment of revelation, you shyly confessed that you’d like to stay.

- In an instant, you were swept up into a tight hug and met with a chorus of cheers. And as your heart began to race in response to the Scarecrows joyful embrace, you realized that you were in a bit of trouble.

- So you begin your life in Oz, finding yourself a new home and trying to get situated in the whimsical place. It helps that you aren’t alone; Scarecrow comes to visit often and stays for hours on end.

- The thing about Scarecrow is, you can tell when he has a crush on someone, even before he realizes that he does himself. Though, because you don’t know a lot about Oz and the emotional range of a sentient Scarecrow, you try not to assume anything when it comes to his behavior.

“You know Scarecrow, you don’t have to come and visit me everyday if you don’t want to.” You told him one day, choosing your words carefully as to not make it seem like you didn’t want his company.

“Oh, but I do want to!” He assured you quickly and you gave him a smile.

“But don’t you ever want to spend time on your own, or with someone else? I just don’t understand why you want to spend a perfectly good day doing something boring with me when you could be doing something interesting with someone else.

“Well... I just like you a whole lot. That’s all,” He said at first before he furrowed his brows in thought. Though his next words were directed towards you, they seemed to be said more to himself than anyone else. “I like you bunches.”

“Well, I like you too.” You replied which seemed to ease his mind for the time being.

- He asked you out on a date late one morning, not too long after the two of you had that conversation. You should have seen how nervous he was, clutching a handful of flowers and fumbling with his clothing as he knocked on your door.

- He told you that he knew he was just a Scarecrow but that he liked you a lot and would like to give your relationship a try “if that was alright with you”.

- A scarecrow falling in love with a girl was surely a preposterous idea, but not as preposterous as a girl falling in love with a scarecrow which is exactly what had happened to you. All you could tell the straw man was that you “would love to” as you beamed up at him.

- You had a picnic for your first date though it wasn’t all sunshine and rainbows. You had to try several different places before you found one that was perfect, but you choose to forget the giggling munchkins and violent mocking apple trees.

- You had your first real kiss about a week later. Before then, you’d kissed his cheek a few times but that was about it.

- The two of you were in the cornfields, you’d been teaching him “how to frighten things” when he finally managed to “scare away” his first crow. Both of you were laughing happily when he looked over at you, quickly leaning forward and pecking you on the lips.

- While the action shocked you, you couldn’t help but smile, leaning forward and giving him a soft kiss in return. In that moment, your feelings were solidified and you couldn’t deny that you truly were in love with each other.

- He’s a very; innocently, affectionate person so expect him to always be close and/or touching you.

- Lots of hugs. It’s hard not to hug him when he’s so squishy.

- Soft, gentle kisses.

- Handholding. He finds it fascinating, mainly because your hands are so warm and soft while his are just a pair of gloves stuffed with straw.

- Locking elbows.

- Cheek kisses.

- Kissing his nose. How can you refuse something so inviting?

- Pecks on the lips. Sometimes he just pulls this face that all but forces you to do so.

- While he does like nicknames, he’ll usually just call you by your normal name. When he does call you by a pet name, it’s usually something like darling, sweetheart, and occasionally birdie.

- The two of you cuddle with your head on his chest and his arms wrapped around you. He’s pretty much a walking pillow so it’s incredibly easy to snuggle with him.

- He likes being helpful so don’t hesitate to ask him when you need some assistance; though he’ll usually offer it up on his own accord.

- He’s willing to go along with pretty much anything you’d like to do. He doesn’t manage nothing and he doesn’t mind anything either; he just likes to be with you.

- Clumsy boy. Don’t trust him with anything delicate and be prepared to try and catch him if, or rather when, he falls.

- Helping to keep him steady. You’ll have to hold him up at times, usually by wrapping his arm around your waist or shoulders when you’re walking together.

- Getting songs sung to and about you.

- Believe me, he’s clever, even if he thinks he isn’t. He gets all bashful whenever you tell him so.

- Helping him make up his mind. He thinks you’re incredibly smart.

- Visiting the tin man and cowardly lion. They grow to be very good friends of yours.

- Can we all just agree that he has a pet crow. Can we please just make that a fact. I need that in my life.

- Helping him pick up and stuff himself full of his fallen straw.

- Making faces at each other.

- He never is able to scare you, even if he thinks he’d like to. He’s just too sweet and lovable to scare anyone, especially the person who loves him the most. You reassure him that he can be frightening when he wants to be; though it’s a lie.

- He loves hearing about your world. I mean, Scarecrow hardly even knows about Oz, let alone a place that doesn’t exist where he comes from.

- Compliments. He can’t help but tell you how well he thought you did or how wonderful you look in your dress.

- Well, you’ll always know where to find him: the cornfields. He’s always jumping and excitedly greeting you whenever you come to visit.

- He loves resting his head in your lap.

- Dancing with each other.

- Picnics.

- Making flower crowns.

- Taking walks together.

- He’s honestly the easiest boyfriend you’ll ever have. He doesn’t eat, he doesn’t sleep, and he’s never any trouble.

- He knows his way around Oz and it’s many interesting creatures so he’s always got a solution when you have a problem. He always shrugs it off and tells you not to mention it when you thank him.

- You aren’t exactly sure how he “works” and how he’s alive but you sure are glad that he is. He; in turn, is fascinated by your warmth, heartbeat and breathing; i.e. everything that shows that you’re alive.

- He’s always the first one to try and comfort you when you seem upset.

- He doesn’t really get jealous; he’s too sweet and kind. He might get a little grumpy and/or insecure but he doesn’t get angry; especially not with you. You can always tell that he’s “jealous” because he’ll linger at your side and get more touchy.

- He has a habit of speaking in your defense, even when there’s really no need. He just doesn’t want to see you get cheated out of anything.

- He’s not a very scary individual; much to his displeasure, but he isn’t afraid of anything besides a lighted match so he’s almost always willing to stand up for and protect you.

- He can get sorta spiteful every now and again; though not very often. Whenever he gets like this, he’ll try his best to give you the silent treatment. The thing is, he always winds up failing because he just can’t help but say something to you when you say something to him.

“Well, you know what!”

- He’s always fairly quick to apologize when he’s upset you or is otherwise in the wrong. He might not have a brain but he certainly isnt stupid and he’s able to recognize when he’s messed up. He can be very forgiving as well so don’t be afraid to try and apologize when you’ve messed up.

- Lots of sweet and chipper I love you’s.

- Living over the rainbow with a scarecrow that loves you to death. How could life get any better.

#the wizard of Oz imagine #the wizard of Oz headcanons #the wizard of Oz headcanon #the wizard of Oz imagines #1930s movie headcanons #1930s movie headcanon #1930s movie imagines #1930s movie imagine #scarecrow imagine #scarecrow headcanons #scarecrow headcanon #scarecrow imagines #the scarecrow headcanon #the scarecrow imagine #the scarecrow imagines #the scarecrow headcanons

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sadsilktrader · 3 years

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Secret Admirer

I apologize for my extreme tardiness for posting to the Geraskier Holiday Exchange. This was written for @gotfanfiction

A modern Geraskier AU in which Jaskier is receiving gifts from an admirer.

...

"I'm telling you Yen, the man doesn't even know I exist. It can't be him," Jaskier paced the living room of his small apartment, small watering can in hand, completely forgotten. His plants looked on forlornly.

"Hm," she replied, he could hear the scritch-scratch of the emery board while she only half-listened to his prattling. "All I'm saying is that he was there at the pub the night you played and he lives in your building and he can hear you when you practice and those have all been the nights you've got gifts from your secret admirer."

"Half the building goes to that pub, it could be anyone! Plus, he doesn't even know I exist. " He flopped dramatically onto the couch, spilling water on himself. "Anyway, I'll let you go do whatever important business you have to do. You'll be here before my show on Saturday with Triss, right?"

"We'll be there. We just have to drop Ciri off at her dad's first. Now promise me you'll at least talk to him next time you see him."

"Maybe." He grumbled.

"What was that?"

"Fine, fine! I promise!"

"You better. I'm tired of listening to you wistfully sigh every time we speak."

"You're the worst."

"I love you too Jaskier, bye."

The phone clicked.

He'd met Yen online, a friend of a friend of a friend. They played DnD together, starting off as catty enemies and somehow developing into the deep friendship they had now. She was a good person, just a little rough around the edges. Well, very rough around the edges.

She'd settled down a lot over the last few years when motherhood had fallen into her lap though. He wasn’t certain about all the details, they were close but she was a private person. She shared custody of her adopted daughter, Ciri, with her ex. He'd never had the pleasure of meeting the man but he'd heard enough about him to form his own opinions. Heart in the right place but not exactly open about his feelings.

Sounded a lot like his own mysterious love. He sighed again, there was no way it was his gorgeous and stoic upstairs neighbor. The man was gorgeous and kind and lovely. He was tall and pale with silky white hair. Not to mention outrageously muscular. Jaskier had seen him in their apartment's gym working out on more than one occasion. It had taken every ounce of his self-control to keep himself from openly ogling him. He'd seen him feeding the feral cat that lived in the parking lot. Helping their elderly neighbors with their groceries. Playing with his daughter on the weekends. The man was too good to be true. Which was why he was absolutely positive he couldn't be the one leaving the gifts at his door.

The mystery man was perfect but he, Julian Alfred Pancratz, college drop out, jobless, barely squeezing by with the money he made by doing odd jobs in the apartment complex and occasionally performing at the neighborhood pub, was an absolute mess. There was no way someone like the man would give him more than a passing glance.

He sat up quickly leaving the forgotten, spilled watering can to the side to search for his notebook and pen. At least all the angst and longing seemed to also be a fantastic inspiration.

...

He chewed his lip, the leather-bound notebook balanced on his knee. He strummed a few chords on his guitar before setting it back carefully down to scribble something down.

The sun was fully set now and his balcony light had flicked on giving the small area an ethereal glow. He loved the process of writing and creating outside where he could feel the world around him. There was something about feeling the gentle breeze against him, the sun and moon shining down on him, and the fluttering hummingbirds that visited his feeder that just felt right.

He stretched and yawned and was contemplating packing up for the night when he heard it. A barely-there, soft knock at his door. Eyes gone wide he all but threw his things down and ran to the door to open it. No one. As always. There was however a small box tied in a ribbon and a note attached.

A voice so sweet deserves something sweet in return. -love, your admirer

He undid the ribbon and opened the box. Inside was an assortment of homemade chocolates. He popped one in his mouth and let it slowly melt over his tongue. Dark chocolate, caramel, sea salt. He couldn't help the sappy smile that plastered itself on his face and would stay there the rest of the night.

It had been a little over a month since the gifts started arriving. Most of the time they were baked goods or sweets of some kind but occasionally it was something different. A clutch of flowers, a silver bracelet with music notes engraved, once there was even a picture of a particularly beautiful sunrise left for him. He treasured them all.

He was a hopeless romantic down to the core of his being. He had never met his admirer but he was sure it would be love at first sight.

…

He was bone tired. He'd spent the day hauling furniture away to the thrift store and painting the walls of one of his elderly neighbors who was soon moving to a rest home. For all the work he was paid thirty dollars and a batch of very good snickerdoodle cookies. He knew it was all the woman could afford to give him and he was grateful for that. Not exactly enough to pay the rent but enough to buy a few groceries at least.

He stood in the deli section, weighing out the pros and cons of value pack meats when he saw him. The man, his white hair hanging loose around his shoulders, dark jeans, and a leather jacket. His breath hitched and his mouth went dry.

Gods how can anyone look that attractive just going to the grocery store.

The man looked up, catching him staring. His eyes the color of amber and honey. He felt like a deer in the headlights caught in his gaze. A few faint scars visible on his face and neck. He couldn't help but wonder if there were more on the rest of the man's body and felt a blush rise to his cheeks.

"It's leaking." The man said.

"What?"

"The honey ham your holding, it's leaking."

He stared at the gorgeous being before him for a moment longer before it clicked.

"Oh fuck," he dropped the squishy package on the ground, ham juices splashing on the both of them.

"Oh, gods I'm so sorry," he wasn't sure his face could get any redder.

"It's okay, really. I've had much worse things spilled on me before. You looked pretty lost in thought."

An employee glared at him with a mop and trash can. He smiled awkwardly, wishing he could just disappear.

"You're the musician, right? I live in the apartment above yours. I can hear you playing from my living room." The way the man said it had him wondering if that was a good thing or not.

"I'm Julian, well Jaskier to my friends and fans." He mustered up the courage he usually reserved for the stage and gave the man his best smile.

"Geralt. I'd shake your hand but," He nodded to his arms full of groceries. "You know when you go into the store thinking you only need one thing?"

"Well, you're in luck," he gestured to his cart, "I just so happen to have the best cart in the store. Not a squeaky wheel in sight."

"Are you sure?"

"Absolutely! The life of a musician leads to a very sparse diet. More than enough room for both of us. Plus we're headed to the same place."

Geralt had an amused smirk on his face that made Jaskier's heart skip a beat. Conversation between them came easy. Geralt was the quieter of the two but his dry wit and cheesy jokes had him laughing harder than he had in ages. Handsome and funny.

They made their way back to the apartment complex walking slower than was necessary, he noticed.

"So you have a daughter? I'm not stalking you or anything, I just noticed her around the complex sometimes."

"Ciri," he replied. "My ex and I share custody, its-" he sighed, running his hand through his hair, "it's a bit of a complicated situation actually. But they’re moving closer soon and that should help.”

The elevator stopped at his floor and he stepped off.

“So, I’ll be seeing you.” he mentally berated himself for not being able to come up with something more clever. The door was closing between them and he suddenly shot his hound out, stopping the door.

“Actually, and please forgive me if this is too forward, maybe I could give you my number and we could grab a coffee sometime? Or do our grocery shopping together again?”

Geralt chuckled before reaching into his pocket, tapping at the screen a few times, and passed it over. He added his number with the name Jaskier followed by a heart and music note emoji. The moment the elevator door closed he was dancing, groceries in hand, for his forwardness paying off for once.

…

It was colder tonight but he still played outside until his fingers were near numbing. His cheeks were flushed red from the cold. After his run-in with the man, he felt like he was walking on clouds. The world was at peace and he was the luckiest man in the world. He’d almost forgotten about his secret admirer completely until the same soft knock came from outside the door. Today was different though. Today he was brave and he had left a note for his admirer to find.

I beg of you to reveal yourself to me. I will be performing at the Royal Oak this Saturday. Please, wear this token so I may recognize you amongst the other patrons. Love, Jaskier

He strained his ears and purposely walked slowly to the door, giving his admirer time to leave the gift and find his note. He swore he heard mumbling of words. He closed his eyes and counted to ten before opening the door.

His note was gone and in place of it a container he opened to reveal a miniature-sized three-layered cake elaborately decorated with chocolate-covered strawberries. It was, as always, delicious to the point of sin.

He felt a twinge of guilt. He didn’t want to string along his admirer, especially if things with Geralt turned out well. But he was getting ahead of himself. They had spoken once and here he was already planning their life together.

…

The next few days passed quickly. His wish of getting more work around the complex had come true but he was, unfortunately, unable to do any more practice for his upcoming performance. Every day he came back to his apartment with every intention of playing only to wake up from an unintentional five-hour nap on his couch.

To make matters worse, he hadn’t received a single text from Geralt, and since his sleep schedule was completely messed up he hadn’t caught a single glimpse of him since their last accidental meeting. He thought of swinging by his place to invite him to his show but decided against it. Maybe he needed some space? Maybe he had come off as too clingy? The doubts and second-guesses were mounting.

He arrived at the pub early to set up and get some practicing in before going on stage. Geralt wouldn’t be there but at least, he hoped, his soon-not-to-be secret admirer would be. Inside the note, he’d left a silver brooch of a songbird in flight. It was small but something he would instantly recognize. The glimmer of it from the stage lights would catch his attention. At least that’s what he was hoping. He felt more nervous about this performance than he had in a long while.

“You okay there Jaskier?” The voice came from behind him and he turned to see Triss, her curls down, beautifully framing her face.

“Oh thank the Gods,” he hugged her tight.

“Where’s your better half?” he asked looking around the growing pub’s crowd.

“Outside on the phone. It’s her ex, they don’t argue often but when they do,” she made a face. “Something about him needing her to watch their daughter.”

“Doesn’t he only see her on weekends? What an asshole.”

“Right?”

He felt more at ease with a friendly face by his side and felt even better when Yennifer joined them. He was smarter than to ask her about the phone call and instead chatted about everything and anything to get his mind off his nerves. Time went by more quickly now and soon it was time for him to play.

The second he stepped on stage his demeanor changed. Gone was any trace of nerves and doubt. The stage was his solace, the place he could bare his soul to the masses, or in this case to the forty-odd people crammed into the pub.

It was halfway through his third song when he remembered to keep an eye out for his admirer. He scanned the crowd hoping for the familiar glint to catch his eye but there was nothing. He chewed his lip.

The third song blended into his fourth and fifth. Still nothing. He took a break to grab a drink. He made small talk with Yennifer who raised a delicate brow at him.

"Alright, spill it. What's got you so distracted?"

He finished his drink and let his smile fall into a grimace.

"I left a note. For my admirer. I asked them to come tonight. I left them something to wear so I would recognize them and-"

"And they did show?" She finished for him.

"Nope. Wait how did you know?"

"First off you're terrible at hiding your emotions, and second I was fucking right and you owe me.”

“What?”

She laughed, shaking her head. “I guess I’m partially to blame, I should have realized it earlier.”

“I- what?” he asked again.

“Jaskier. Darling. Sweetheart. I was right.” she said the words slowly as one would do to a small dog.

“Right about what?”

“Your admirer. It’s your neighbor. You never told me but let me guess. Pale, white hair, roguishly handsome, looks like he could snap you in half like a twig?”

“How do you?” He was feeling a little faint now like he was at the edge of realizing something terrible.

“Your neighbor, your admirer, and my ex are all the same person.”

His eyes went wide. It all made sense. All the clues were there but he had just been too dense to put them all together. He’d seen pictures of Yenifer’s daughter but he’d never spent more than a passing glance at Geralt's visiting daughter.

“Oh fuck.” he sat down, suddenly unsure of his legs beneath him.

“He called me right before I came in going on about needing to go out for a few hours and if it was alright with me if he left Ciri alone.” she chuckled. “I told him to not be an asshole and spend time with his daughter.”

Jaskier’s head perked up. Geralt had wanted to come. He hadn’t blown him off.

“I have to go. Fuck, I can’t leave in the middle of a set though.”

Yennifer waved him off, “I’ll sort things off here, you go to him.”

He kissed the top of her head and gave her a quick, tight hug. “You would tell me if this bothered you right? I mean, he’s your ex and all.”

“I think you two would do a very good job at evening each other out, now go!” She smacked him on the shoulder and off he went.

…

He ran home, or at least halfway home before running out of breath and proceeded to briskly walk the rest of the way. He was still trying to decide what to say when he found himself outside the door, sweating profusely and looking an absolute mess. He knocked on the door before he talked himself out of it.

“One minute!” A voice from beyond the door answered followed by the sound of an oven door closing and the chain sliding from the door’s lock.

The door opened. He looked beautiful, even like this, wearing an apron covered in flour cocoa powder. Especially like this maybe.

“I’m friends with Yennifer and she said it was you but I didn’t believe her and I didn’t realize that your daughter Ciri was also her daughter Cirilla which in retrospect should have clued me in but-” he took a deep breath in. Geralt looked nervous and his rambling wasn’t happening. He started over.

“You’re my secret admirer?”

The man blushed. “I am. Is that okay?”

“Very, very okay.” He smiled.

“Would you like to come in? I was just baking. For you.” his blush deepened and Jaskier heart felt like it would burst with affection.

“I’d like that very much.”

#geraskier holiday exchange #geraskier #geraskier fic #geraskier fanfic #geraskier fanfiction #this is so laaaate #modern au geraskier #secret admirer fic #sometimes I write

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cuddlepilefics · 3 years

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Balloon party

Fandom: Stray Kids, 3racha

Sickie: Jisung

Caregivers: 2basco (Chan, Changbin)

Jisung’s POV.:

It had been a while since we’ve last been on a game show, so the entire group was hyped for our afternoon schedule. Those shows were usually the most fun to participate in, so not even the grueling dance practice this morning could dampen my mood. I was really looking forward to a fun afternoon, using this thought to keep me going, ignoring the burning in my muscles. “Alright, we’re done with practice for today. Let’s head back to the dorm. Make sure you shower quickly, so everyone gets a chance to freshen up before we need to leave again”, Chan announced and I dropped down next to my bag. My sweaty back against the wall, I pulled out my water bottle, chugging the small amount of water that was still left. We didn’t really get a chance to rest very long before Chan dragged us back home to ensure we wouldn’t be late. I was starting to get more hyped up, the more time passed. While waiting for my turn to shower, I wanted to help Channie-hyung make lunch but apparently, he didn’t trust me to be of much help, so he sent me away. I passed the time playing games on my phone, hearing the leader chuckle: “He’s already bouncing off the walls now, what am I going to do with him after the show?” A small giggle escaped my lips. I wasn’t sure who my hyung was talking about, it was either me or Felix, the younger Aussie seemed to be just as excited as me.

Lunch was filled with lighthearted chatter and I noticed that everyone had missed going on game shows. They were a welcome change from all those serious interviews and way less tense than most public appearances, so it’s not too hard to see why we liked having them in our schedules. We finished our meal and cleaned the dishes. Before heading out, I grabbed a chocolate bar as dessert which I devoured on the way to the car. I startled a bit when I heard a loud voice behind me: “Yah! Who gave the squirrel chocolate? You know what sugar does to him.” Afraid my dessert would be taken away from me, I stuffed the last few bites into my mouth and turned around to give Changbin an innocent smile, with my cheeks still puffed up. “Sung, you know how energetic you get when you eat candy. Who gave you that?”, my hyung frowned. I swallowed and giggled a bit: “I gave it to myself. You know, Jisung is a big boy. Don’t worry, the fans love my energetic self.” – “Yeah, maybe the fans do but what about giving your hyungs a hard time?”, Changbin argued. I looked at him innocently, pretending not to know what he was talking about, and asked: “You mean like that?” Then I started to chase him in circles around the rest of the group, who just rolled their eyes at me.

We made it to the car and I collapsed into my seat still panting from our little chase. Changbin plopped into the seat in front of me, turning around to give me a death glare. Probably a warning to not sneak my hand forward to tickle his side. Did I care? Nope, I didn’t. Instead I continued to bother my hyung for the rest of the ride. At some point, even Chan turned around to warn me and I felt a bit sorry for not being able to keep my overflowing energy under control. I managed to pull myself together right as the car came to a halt. From now on I need to be professional, I reminded myself, as we went in to get our hair and makeup done. It wasn’t that hard to do, since the effects of my earlier snack were slowly tapering off. Especially the hyung-line kept watching me warily, expecting a prank from me at any time now. They weren’t wrong but I refrained from doing anything, instead just looking forward to the games we were going to play soon.

The first few games were really fun and I was truly enjoying myself. Until the third game of the afternoon was announced. We were supposed to pair up and dance with a balloon stuck between our bodies. The team whose balloon dropped or popped last wins the game. I cringed and barely had the time to mentally prepare myself before the staff brought in a bunch of balloons, a lot more than we’d need for the game, probably for aesthetic reasons. I didn’t care about those reasons, my eyes going wide at the sight of the colorful party decoration. Balloons, I had always despised them. The colors were always way to bright and unnatural, they felt weirdly squishy and made those awful squeaking noises when you touched them wrong. Worst of all, they were like a ticking timebomb, ready to explode at any given moment. I couldn’t touch them. ‘No! Not going to happen.’ They even said the balloon would probably explode between us while we dance. My hands started to shake and I shoved them into my pockets, so nobody would notice. Of course, we had some time to fool around before the actual game started but unlike earlier, I didn’t join my friends. I tried to stay as far away from the dangerous balls, squinting my eyes at them as a warning. ‘Don’t you dare explode on me!’

Hyunjin chased after Jeongin, waving a bright orange balloon in the air. He dragged his hand over the rubber material, triggering a shrill squeak. I flinched as a shiver ran down my back and I pleaded in my head for them to please be careful and not accidentally pop the balloon. Changbin must have seen my face because he suddenly appeared next to me, a pink balloon in his hand. Smirking, he dragged his fingers over it and I jumped at the sound. I was starting to flush hot and cold and my hands were sweating. “What? You don’t like that sound?”, the older asked innocently, “Guess what, I don’t like being tickled either.” – “H-Hyung, please don’t do this”, I pleaded, backing away. He gave a fake-confused look, dragging his finger over the rubber again and asking: “You mean this?” I nodded, backing away further as my shaking hands went up to cover my ears. Changbin only laughed and I thought I heard something along the lines of ‘too bad, this is your payback’, but I wasn’t sure because it was muffled by my hands. He held the pink bomb closer to me and instead of covering my ears, I shielded my face with my arms. He couldn’t see the tears stinging in my eyes as he went to produce that awful sound again. Except this time, it was different. The last thing I remembered was a loud ‘BOOM!’ before everything went black.

Changbin’s POV.:

I was just getting Jisung back for being an annoying squirrel on the way here. It was funny, he really seemed to hate the noise and I was certainly using that to tease him. Apparently, I had gripped it too tightly because the next thing I knew was the balloon popping in my hands. There was barely a second for me to get over the shock myself before a movement caught my eye. I cursed, jumping forward to secure my arms around Jisung’s waist to keep him from hitting the ground. Carefully, I lowered his to lay down on the floor and tapped his squishy cheek. No reaction. I shook his shoulder and called out his name, catching the attention of the remaining members. “What happened?”, Chan frowned crouching down next to us. I was starting to freak out and I cursed my voice for wavering when I replied: “I-I don’t know? The b-balloon popped and suddenly he was out.” A staff member joined us and felt my dongsaeng’s pulse, announcing that it was strong and fast. “Why don’t you take him back to the dressing room. There’s a couch you can put him on”, she asked and I immediately scooped the younger up. I couldn’t help but feel like this was all my fault.

I placed Jisung on the couch and studied his face. Chan put a comforting hand on my shoulder and it was only then that I noticed I was crying. He took Jisung’s wrist again and checked his pulse. It was still strong but beating steadily at an only slightly too fast pace. The rest of our group was asked to stay out of the room to give Jisung some space and I could only imagine how worried they must be, not being able to see him. I took Jisung’s limp hand in mine and cringed at how sweaty his palm was, was he scared? I gave it a gentle squeeze, mumbling ‘I’m sorry’ over and over again, till I felt his hand twitch in mine. Suddenly, the younger shot up and pulled his hand away, scaring me. His eyes darted around the room and he looked so small and so stressed. His breathing quickened and I patted his arm to catch his attention. “Hey, you’re okay, Sungie. You’re okay. Look at me!”, I said and he turned to face me. There were tears streaming down his puffy cheeks and I was almost thrown off balance when Jisung crashed into my chest, sobbing loudly. Taken aback, I wrapped my arms around him and stood up, pulling the shaking boy with me. I sat down on the couch, keeping the younger in my lap as he cried into my shoulder. Chan returned with some water and sat down next to us. “Hey Sung, can you tell us what happened?”, he asked carefully. The younger only continued to cry and I sighed: “It was the balloon, wasn’t it?” Jisung nodded against my shoulder, trying to pull himself together.

We waited in silence for our dongsaeng to calm down, so he could explain more to us and so I could apologize. I don’t think I’ve ever felt this guilty in my life but it didn’t seem like Jisung was mad at me, if he was, he’d be clinging to Chan and not me. Jisung’s cries quietened to soft sniffles and he looked up at us with swollen eyes, admitting: “I-I’ve always had that fear, I don’t think it’s bad enough to be called a phobia, -“ – “You passed out! I’m pretty sure it is bad enough to be called that”, I interrupted. “I don’t like balloons. I don’t like anything about them, not their color, not the way they feel or the sounds they make and even less the fact that they can explode at you any second. I’m pretty sure balloons are made by Satan to eliminate us”, Jisung rambled and I couldn’t help to feel even worse. How scared he must have been when I cornered him like that. My arms tightened around him and I buried my face in his hair mumbling ‘I’m sorry’. Jisung gave a weak smile and patted my head, whispering: “It’s okay, hyung. You didn’t know and you deserved to pay me back.”

“Talking about knowing. Why did you never tell us?”, Chan question his forehead creased. Jisung shrugged, blushing a bit, and replied: “One, it’s quite embarrassing and two, we do have a few pranksters in this group, so I guess I was afraid of the teasing and having that information used against me.” I nodded, it made sense but I could promise him: “Seeing how bad it is, none of us would ever dare using this against you, Sung.” Yes, we could tease each other endlessly but we knew our limits and wouldn’t harm any of our friends. He nodded and smiled when the rest of the group joined us. Not having heard our conversation earlier, Seungmin brought one of the balloons with him. I felt Jisung tense in my arms and was quick to ask Seungmin to take the balloon out of the room. He didn’t understand why and pouted a bit because he had planned to take it home with him but he sensed the seriousness in my voice and complied. Jisung hugged me closer and whispered a quiet ‘thank you’ in my ear. I squeezed his shoulder in reply. He didn’t have to tell the others about his situation right now and I totally understood if he’d rather explain it to the at home. Our manager came in and announced that we could go home now. “Why don’t you guys go first? I’m going to take Jisung for some cheesecake on the way home”, I asked, wanting to make it up to my dongsaeng. A wide smile spread on the younger’s face and he giggled: “You’re giving me sugar, hyung?” My eyes met Chan’s in horror. “Channie-hyung, help! What have I done?”, I panicked. He just laughed at me: “Nope, you brought that on yourself. I’m taking the others back to the dorm. Have fun!”

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