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k-hotchoisan · 4 months

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b4 anything I js wanna say that I appreciate ur writing so much like they're always so fucking good!!

can we hace a fic / oneshot / wtv of wooyoung inspired by some twt link?? it's of ur choice !!!

ilysm and happy new years eve!!

Happy new year to you too darlin! Thanks for being patient and also for giving my fics so much love!

Here’s one twt link for you 🩷

I love you so much too 🥹🩷

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Wooyoung finds in himself in a predicament when he’s asked to wake you up—to fuck you or not. Of course he does.

part two here 💖

Genres/warnings: perv&DILF!wooyoung, wooyoung is your friend’s rich uncle, unprotected sex, quickie(kind of), light choking, cream pies, slight somoniphilia, kinda filthy LMAO

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You lie on your friend’s bed, forcing yourself not to fall asleep on her soft mattress, especially when her blankets are all over you.

“Don’t fall asleep yet. Dinner is gonna be ready in a bit”, she teases, poking your cheek. You grumble slightly, staring up at your friend. “See, that’s what happens when you’re binging that stupid romance reality show till 4am.”

You stick your tongue out playfully. Your friend rolls her eyes.

“But for real though, dinner is gonna be pretty busy later tonight.”

You sit up slightly. “And why’s that?”

“My brother is coming back home, and you know how much of a crush he has on you. The moment he knew you were coming to the dinner, he booked a flight back.”

You blink, pretty unamused. Sure, your friend’s brother was a looker, and you were flattered that he apparently had eyes for you. But there was someone else. Someone, who from the first moment you saw him, would leave you squeezing your thighs a little-

“-and then Uncle Wooyoung is coming over as well.”

You bite your lower lip at the sound of his name. It was such a messed up thing—your friend trying to hook you up with her brother, but there was only one person who caught your eye ever since the camping trip her family organised—Wooyoung.

Since then, you wonder when her family would invite him over again. He was bright and had such an addictive personality when you interacted with him. You pray that he never heard the hammering sound of your heartbeat whenever he bumped his knees against yours, whenever he smiled at you, when he held your chin to steady your face as he wiped the sweat off your face after you helped out to cook dinner with him.

The tension had always been there. It’s just whether he had realised it as well. And the thought of him feeling the same way? Gods, your heart would never beat like a normal person’s, not when he seems to find joy in teasing you when he’s around the vicinity.

“Jesus, y/n, your face is red. Thinking about my brother much?” She giggles.

You cup your cheeks, feeling the heat flush on your cheeks at the thought of Wooyoung, before you bury your face with her blankets. It was annoying how your friend was wholly convinced that you felt the same for her brother, despite the lack of interest you reciprocated to her whenever he was mentioned. Nonetheless, you think that it’s better than her finding out that you have a fat crush on her uncle.

Well, she doesn’t need to know.

The conversation soon dissolves into a comfortable silence. Thirty minutes later, your friend leaves you to fall into a deep slumber as she slips off her bed to help set up the dinner table.

Wooyoung steps into his brother’s mansion, fitting his sunglasses into his raven hair. His niece runs to him and greets him cheerfully, and he ruffles her hair, earning a pout from her.

“Your brother’s not back yet?” Wooyoung asks, his eyes scanning the table. His niece shakes her head. “The traffic is bad from what he told me like fifteen minutes ago. He told us to start without him.

Right, y/n is here too.”

And that’s when Wooyoung’s ears perked up.

“Of course she is.”

He feels his heart soar. From the moment he had met you at his brother’s dinner party he held for Christmas a year ago, he couldn’t tear his eyes off you. And it only sprouts and grows when you had joined his niece’s camping trip Wooyoung’s brother organised for the long weekend. He knows it’s sinful but he can’t help it.

At first he thinks your reactions when he lightly flirts with you are adorable—the light pink tint that reaches your face as he teases you, before you pout and swipe him off. Then, it’s the secretive glances you would steal, thinking that he doesn’t notice—but of course he does. And finally, what almost sends Wooyoung into a spiral is when your gaze meets his as you lick the icing cream off your fingers from the cake on your friend’s birthday (it was cheesy as fuck too). He probably never had a pure thought since.

His niece’s light tug on his black polo sleeve snaps him out of his thoughts, and potentially a dangerously growing erection, as he turns to his niece with a forced smile.

“Could you wake y/n up for me? She’s in my room. I honestly did not want to let her take a nap since dinner’s nearing but I felt bad so I just let her sleep.”

Wooyoung swallows hard. Right. It’s just a quick task of waking you up from slumber right? Nothing more than that. He nods quickly, then disappearing into the staircase.

Your friend pauses for a moment, a little too late when she realises that she forgot to mention that you had your pants off the last she left the room. But the thought is scrubbed away when her dad calls her over.

Oh well.

Wooyoung’s mind starts floating to how you’d look asleep—peaceful? Probably very pretty since he was already entranced by how you’d look awake. Nonetheless, he wouldn’t know until he pushed the door open, and he hates the fact that his cock is already straining against his pants at the thought of you sprawled out in bed.

He knocks the door once, twice, before he announces that he’s coming in, and then he pushes the door open. Wooyoung’s breath is caught in his throat.

You’re there, definitely, breathing softly with the most calm expression, deep in slumber, covered in the seemingly endless amount of blankets. Wooyoung calls out your name once, twice as well, before he nears the bed. He tugs against the thick blankets, pretending to be unaffected by your soft groans which is evidently going right to his cock, that is, until what gets revealed to him under the sheets.

Your bare legs and thighs all out for him, only clad in a pair of pink panties hugging your hips, your padded top that had rode up, your tummy exposed to the cold air of the air conditioning. Wooyoung feels like it’s a reward just as much as it’s a punishment. His strings of rationale slowly continue to snap as he watches you shift in your sleep, the way you squeeze your thighs as more soft noises come out of you. He makes the daring decision to climb into the bed with you, careful not to wake you up with any sudden movements.

But you stir slightly, your hands reaching out to tangle the blankets in your fingers as you groan from the cold.

Not realising you had fisted Wooyoung’s shirt, tugging him down onto you, and Wooyoung yelps in surprise as his body weight falls onto you, alongside the blankets. You squeal, your eyes snapping open from the confusion, the smell of Wooyoung’s cologne flooding your nose.

Wooyoung is above you, more specifically, his lips are barely inches away from yours.

His thumb trails down to your lips, tugging at your bottom lip slightly. Any ounce of self control that remained in him has completely dissolved when he watches your eyes slip to glance down at his lips before it darts back to his eyes. That is when it’s clear as day that he wants you all to himself, and that he wants to fucking ruin you.

“Open for me, darling”, he coaxes, and you do, so easily for him, letting his thumb slip past your lips. The sleep is slowly being replaced by lust, overflowing lust that you’ve been holding back, trying to seal tight, now leaking through the holes Wooyoung has poked effortlessly.

His lips engulf yours—hungry and so soft. He tastes like heaven. You’ve been dreaming of just a taste of them, and he’s giving you the full course meal. It takes you mere seconds to melt into him and the kiss, your hands wrapping around his neck as you pull him deeper and deeper into this sinful intoxication. Your hands dig into Wooyoung’s hair, unintentionally tugging slightly, the sound that comes out Wooyoung only pools in your panties.

When he pulls back, his breathing is shallow, basking in the way your eyes look glazed out just from making out. It makes his greed look justifiable.

“I’d love to take my time to send you to heavens, darling, but your friend and her family is calling you for dinner”, he whispers, his voice sounding like honey, melting in your ears. Wooyoung believes he still has an ounce of rationale left at least.

And it’s completely obliterated when he hears you say “but it’s such a waste when I’m already looking like this for you.”

Wooyoung’s fingers are at the waistband of your panties, but he doesn’t pull it off. Instead he tugs your panties to the side, taking a sharp inhale at the wetness pooling out of your pussy.

He unbuttons his trousers, pulling his cock out, already leaking with precum. He’s failing at trying to compose himself, because he doesn’t waste time to shift your panties to the side and slide his cock right into you.

His hips snap against yours, and he holds your legs up. His mind is melting at the feeling of how warm your pussy is hugging him, how you’re completely undone by him, your arm over your mouth so you don’t make any noise, only soft moans leaving your lips.

“Dirty little girl, letting your friend’s uncle fuck you stupid like this”, Wooyoung mutters, watching the way his cock sinks and disappears into your wet cunt, fitting him perfectly when he hears you whimper beneath him. “Right on her fucking bed as well.”

“So good Wooyoung. You feel so full in me”, you gasp every time you feel his cockhead hit your cervix.

Everything about this is so wrong. But the truth was that it was unavoidable—it was in due time that the tension between the both of you snapped, and who could Wooyoung thank more than his niece, who sent him up, thinking it was harmless to simply just wake you up.

The way you’re loving every second of it makes Wooyoung think that it’s all the more worth, to fill you up so good, to taint you, to send you to paradise—even if it was gonna last for a moment, for now.

Mostly because he’s already planning to bring you home after this and keep you all for himself.

“Gods, your pretty little pussy was fuckin made for me”, Wooyoung hisses, whenever your cunt sucks him in. Wooyoung is definitely a noisy partner, and he knows that very well, and so he’s biting his cheeks, trying to stop himself from whining. It does the job, but he almost lets a couple of moans slip when he feels you clench around him every few seconds.

Your eyes are rolled back, one hand clasped over your mouth, and that makes Wooyoung wonder how much filthy words, noise, could leave your lips when he has you all for himself. You’re crying his name like a mantra, keeping your eyes on him despite your eyes gradually watering from the sheer pleasure, and Wooyoung almost breaks at the way you’re looking up at him as he fucks you dumb.

You love it. So fucking much.

Wooyoung’s hands snake to your throat, lightly squeezing you, his cock twitching as his orgasm taunts him. “You’re gonna be my good girl and take my cum, won’t you?”

You nod almost instantaneously, even when Wooyoung has his fingers wrapped around your throat, even when your cunt is fluttering around him, desperate to keep him, and especially when you realise you’re fucking head over heels for Jung Wooyoung.

“That’s my girl.”

Wooyoung stills in you, spurting cum right into your sopping pussy, before he snaps your panties right back into position, then diving right back to your lips for another hungry kiss, feeling your thighs shake pathetically against him.

Then he pulls you up with him to leave the bed, handing you your shorts.

“We shouldn’t keep them waiting, darling”, he says casually, watching you as you hastily pull up your shorts, his heart fluttering when he feels your soft hands on his as he leads you out of your friend’s room.

His fingers that curl around yours slowly lets go when the dinning hall comes into view.

“That took you awhile”, your friend’s mother says, untying her apron.

“Yeah, what took you so long?” Your friend pokes, already taking a seat at the table.

“She’s a heavy sleeper”, Wooyoung explains, his side glance meeting yours as he prides his playful smile. “Had to find ways to get her to wake up.” You swallow hard.

Your friend scoffs in amusement.

You take the seat opposite your friend, where Wooyoung immediately takes the one beside you, which draws a confused expression from your friend, which you know is because she wants her brother to be seated there, but she doesn’t say anything. Her attention is being swept away when the door bell rings and she rushes off to greet her brother.

Wooyoung leans into you, his low voice reverberating in your ears, not doing anything helpful to prevent his cum from leaking right onto your panties.

“If you hold my cum in your tight little pussy like a good girl, I’ll breed two more loads into you when we get back”, he smiles, giving you a pat on your thigh before he pulls back, leaving your heart pounding in your ears. You force yourself to stand and smile as your friend’s brother walks in, his eyes brightening when he sees you, but all you’re thinking is your pussy just being full of Wooyoung’s warm cum, and how much more he’s about to pound into you once this agonising dinner is over.

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thisismeracing · 7 months

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King of my heart | MS47 | part. 20

Pairing: Mick Schumacher x Hamilton!reader (she/her)

Warnings: curse words, mentions of food and alcohol, tooth-rotting fluff, angsty, mentions of anxiety and break up, not proofread, etc, etc. Minors DNI!

word count: 1.9k

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Summary: Mick Schumacher rode a lousy wave for quite some time, so when the sky gets cleaner and the sun brighter he just knows something terrible may be in store for him. Whereas y/n was just so magnetic, and the possibilities of life with her seemed better than anything his mind could ever create, that’s why, for the first time in forever, he threw caution carelessly through the window, hoping to get to the finish line before it catches up on him.

A/n: Thank you so so much for all the love and support! I see you, and I appreciate you! *mwah* I hope you guys like this chapter! Don't forget to reblog and let me know your thoughts <3

“Hey, Mase,” Yn smiled when she spotted the brown-haired Brit on the farthest table. Her stomach did a little somersault, and her heart got confused between beating faster or keeping the usual pace.

Mason was right in front of her, wearing a white shirt and his biggest grin, the same he used to wear when they first became friends. Yn watched how he fiddled with his sunglasses and smiled wider. He, too, was a bit nervous about this conversation. “Thank you for agreeing to meet me,” she said before sitting down in front of him.

“We both deserve closure,” Mason stated, and Yn nodded.

She grabbed her phone, typing away a message to tell Mick she got there safely, and when she put down the device, she saw Mason eyeing the whole scene.

“Does he make you happy?” he asked, no harm or hidden hatred behind his question and Yn knew it because his features seemed relaxed, a small tug on the corner of his lips gave away he wasn’t stressed or bothered.

She nodded, “The happiest. Maybe that’s why I was so scared at first because I’ve never felt like this. And I know how dangerous unknown feelings can be.”

Mason bit his lips, “Was he the reason you wanted to see me? Did he suggest it?”

“Yes and no,” she shook her head and chuckled. “He didn’t suggest it, Lewis did, actually. He has been since we broke up, you know he used to be wiser than us both, and he still is.”

“I hope Lando doesn’t hear this, but I secretly root for Lewis. I will always do, even though we’re not really family anymore, nor friends.”

With the fond mention of her brother, Yn smiled, “Deep down he liked you, he was just afraid we were gonna hurt each other, and, he won’t admit it but he was jealous too. You were my first serious boyfriend after all.”

“My mom loved you too, even though she wouldn’t say it.”

Yn rolled her eyes playfully, before straightening her back, “We were so young, now look at you, playing for the big clubs, having fans around the world. I’m proud of you, Mase. And I’m sorry it took me forever to finally get to this point, I’m sorry for the things I said when we broke up, sorry for not being more patient with you.”

“I’m sorry too, Yn. I was kind of a dick to you in some situations, I can recognize it. We both should’ve had more patience, but I don’t condemn who we were, because, at the end of the day, you can’t expect experience from somebody who only started adult life. We were young and a bit reckless if you ask me,” their eyes met, and shared a laugh, both remembering the same situation.

“Still, I should have messaged you before. We were young, but we know better now, it’s been a while since we know better, and I should have-”

Mason grabbed her wrist gently, and laid her hand on the table, “You know what didn’t change? You still act like everything is your responsibility and your fault. It’s not your job to fix the world, Yn. You could have messaged me before, yes, but so could I. But neither of us was ready, we didn’t have a reason to do so too. Now you’re in love, and you want to dive in without the weight of a past relationship, that’s reason enough, and it’s ok to do it for yourself, you deserve tranquility too.”

Yn averted her eyes to her glass of water, just when the host got to their table, asking what they would order. Both smiled politely, asked for the vegan version of whatever was the main dish that night, and went back to talking.

“I see your point,” she breathed.

“You gotta let people in. Yes, you need to think about others, but sometimes, some things can be avoided just by sharing the burden,” Mason stopped to take a sip of his water. “I think this is one of the reasons we didn’t work, we both wanted to take the weight and we didn’t communicate the way we should. We were so caught up in not hurting the other that we ended up hurting ourselves.”

“We hurt each other too,” Yn sighed.

“We did, and I was so angry I wouldn’t eat at your parents anymore, your dad was a great chef,” they laughed.

“Shut up, I had a list of things I would buy for your niece, and by the time some of the stuff I bought got there we weren’t together anymore.”

Mason threw his head back, covering his face with his hands to suppress the noise.

When silence settled by their table, Yn asked, “Do you forgive me?”

“Did we forgive ourselves already?”

She rolled her eyes again that night, the same playful banter as before, “My older version was a bit reckless, but I wouldn’t be here without her, so I found it in me to forgive her, yes. How about you? Have you forgiven yourself?”

“Yeah, I’ve learned my lesson, nowadays I keep all the important dates on my calendar and they’re synced so if I lose my phone I won’t forget about a date,” he joshed making Yn laugh. They fought once because Mason forgot they had a date night scheduled, only for the fight to get bigger when Yn lost her phone and, without her calendar, forgot about one of his soccer matches. “I forgive you, Yn. Can you forgive me too?”

“I think I forgave you a long time ago, Mase, I just wasn’t ready to admit it yet.”

He smiled.

They kept talking through dinner, from how their friends' group were nowadays, to racing and football. They had forgotten how funny talking to each other was. They still were compatible even after so many years, after growing and living and going through their fears, they still had that small seed that grew into a beautiful friendship years ago.

When it was time to go, Mason wrapped his arms around Yn in a tight and long hug.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” she whispered.

“I wish you all the happiness in the world,” he repeated, adding, “You deserve it.”

“We do.”

“Thank you, Yn. Let your boyfriend know you guys can have free seats in any Mancity game you want,” he lightened the mood.

“Meh, I don’t think he’ll be that thrilled, Lew already got him into the Arsenal train,” Yn joked and Mason huffed, “but tell your girlfriend she’s invited to my next launch, and she can have a free pair of heels from this winter collection.”

“She’s not my girlfriend yet, I’m still thinking about the best way to pop the question,” Mason reminded, and Yn shrugged.

“Yet. It’s just a matter of time. Also, this suggestion is only up if she’s not the jealous type, I don’t know, sometimes people are used to exes hating each other, when they see a pair different they can feel weird about it.”

“You’re ranting,” he chuckled.

“I’m ranting, sorry.”

“No, but she’s not jealous, I told her everything when the pictures came up, and she was fine. She still follows you by the way, liked all the posts about the winter collection, and talked my ears off when someone on Twitter said the shoes were ugly.”

They laughed.

“See you, Mase,” she bid farewell, planting a friendly kiss on his cheek.

“See you, Yn.”

When she got home that night Mick was sleeping on her couch, the TV on playing a random program about animals in Australia or whatever. The lights dimmed, and one of her scent candles was on, making the room glow and smell like peaches. She removed her heels, and coat, before lying on top of him, leaving a trail of kisses from his naked chest to his face. Mick moved slightly, brought her closer with one arm, and rubbed his eyes using his free hand.

“Hi, Schatzi,” his sleepy voice made Yn shiver slightly.

She smiled, threading her fingers between his messy golden strands, “Hi, love. Were you waiting for me?”

The Germa nodded, nuzzling his head on her neck, “I didn’t wanna go to be without you,” he confessed.

You could say they were going through their honeymoon phase, but they were very much aware that this would be a long phase. They would do things together and stay together as much as possible because they knew race weeks were crazy, their schedules wouldn’t always match, and both had a hectic life, so going to bed together, sharing breakfast in the morning, and doing small things with the other was something they agree on. Communication had been the key, and so both would confess their feelings and voice their needs, in order to avoid unnecessary fights.

“Well, let’s go then, we have a long day tomorrow,” Yn pecked his lips before getting up and they made the small walk to the bedroom tangled in each other.

“Did you finish packing?” Mick asked, eyes still closed, head buried on Yn’s neck.

She bit her lips, stopping by the bathroom door and turning her head. Their lips smashed together, and she scratched his neck lightly, earning a grunt from him. Mick’s grip on her waist tightened, and just when Yn thought she had him, he held her cheeks between his hands.

“Not gonna work,” he shook his head. “Did you finish packing?” he punctuated each word with a peck on her pouty lips and Yn whined.

“I didn’t, I’m sorry. Can you help me in the morning?” she gave him the doe eyes and Mick sighed, suppressing a laugh, before finally nodding. “Do you happen to have some free space in yours, by the way?”

This time she heard his laugh when he got inside the bathroom. She followed suit, watching him start to brush his teeth. She loved how domestic it felt to go through her night routine with Mick by her side. That wasn’t the first night they shared together, the first night he spent in her apartment, but each time she felt it again and again, and it was so peaceful. It felt warm and comfortable. It felt like love.

The next morning Mick helped Yn finish packing, they had breakfast at her parents’ house and then went on to their trip. They had planned to travel and enjoy the week’s break together in Mallorca, at the Schumacher’s holiday house. It wasn’t high season, but it also meant no beach for then, which wasn’t a problem, because they planned on staying at home and enjoying the privacy. Mick had some date nights ready in places he knew Yn would like, and she got a list of things they could do together in the house.

For the first time, she wasn’t really stressed about all the pap pics of her and Mason, and all the speculation happening. Mick wasn’t, so why would she?

They chose to focus on their trip and both agreed on starting to soft launch for some time, before finally going public. People already knew, or suspected, and it would be better if they got used to the fact that this was their life. Everyone would want a peek into it, and there was a portion of their life that would inevitably be in the open, so what they could do was give this portion themselves, instead of trying to keep it a secret and letting the media run their headlines.

Their plan would have worked if only they hadn’t got carried away at a party and kissed. In front of everyone. The thing is, sometimes people need clarity, which means until they didn’t announce their relationship the speculations would go on, and that same night tons of headlines were already up.

And the news was: Yn and Mason were back together.

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tinydestinybear · 2 years

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can you do a dating!harry blurb where it's him proposing ? :)

Sweet Something

word count: 2k

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"H!" Y/N squealed at the sight of her boyfriend entering their apartment. She literally jumped onto him, wrapping her arms around his neck and her long legs looping by his waist. Harry returned her anticipation by tightening his grip around her small figure, his face nuzzled into her neck.

They were finally going on a vacation together in a few hours right after Harry finished his tour and boy, had it been crazy for the both of them without each other for a month.

"I missed you, I missed you, I missed you," Harry chanted, burying his face further on her neck. He can smell a faint smell of mint and strawberries, a normal combination for his woman. "Concerts were not the same without you, I'm so glad you're here with me."

"Of course they weren't." she smirked, as Harry placed her down on her feet but never letting go of her waist. "You did not have your personal photographer with you."

"Well now I have you," he said.

Y/N woke up in Harry’s arms by him gently brushing his fingers through her hair.

“Ready to go?” He asked in his deep morning voice. Y/N nodded in excitement.

While Y/N was packing a few last minute essentials, Harry wrapped his arms around her waist, following her like a grumpy bear.

“You know, we'll never be able to finish anything if you have both hands on me,” She muttered but you could practically hear the smirk through her words.

Harry chucked, both hands meeting behind her neck as he pulled her down for a soft, sleepy kiss. “Oh no… whatever will I do? I guess you’re just gonna have to take me as I am then,” he joked against her lips.

After the two had checked off everything from their list, they headed for the airport.

“I'm so excited for this trip baby, you were so burdened with your own work and I'm so sad I didn't get to see you go crazy at my concerts,” Harry said, sitting down beside Y/N - his arm across her shoulder in the jet.

"You know I would have been there had my boss not put me forward for the most mundane contract, but I'm glad we're here - spending some time with each other," She said as she placed a peck on his hand.

They spent the entire time going over what fun Harry had had, how he had the cutest interactions and how much he loved joking around during the concerts.

And before they knew, they were landing. Clear blue oceans and small islands, getting bigger and bigger before they saw the huge island underneath, surrounded by tropical forests.

“Welcome to the Bahamas baby.” Harry smiled.

Harry was driving the car, no security or staff, just the two. But Y/N knew deep down that somewhere security was lurking since Harry was very protective not over himself but over her.

It was a tiring first day, mostly because of the driving and multiple stops they took - from looking at scenery to grabbing a meal - before settling in their hotel.

They didn’t really have a plan. Perhaps that’s what excites them the most. They decided to drive around and explore the place without any worry about their image. They’re just a regular couple out here, doing things they wouldn’t normally be able to do back, and that’s all they could hope for.

Their room was huge and had a huge bathtub, lounge area and a huge terrace with access to the sea.

“Wow.” Y/N expressed, looking around.

“Only the best for you.” Harry smiled and placed his sunglasses on the glass coffee table.

“You shouldn’t have!” she smiled and walked over to hug him.

“But I like spoiling my princess,” he pouted and pulled her closer.

He leaned down and pressed his lips against hers in a passionate kiss. Minutes later she was underneath him in bed, his lips kissing every part of her body.

Time seemed to fly by so quickly. For the next 2 days, Harry and Y/N enjoyed a bit of snorkelling, sunbathing along the rosy-hued shores and driving around the town.

It’s midway through the trip when they decided to visit Pretty Harbour Island**

It was absolutely stunning, as the pink-sand beaches, cute pastel-hued cottages gave the island an elegant touch.

Harry had chosen their cottage - a beautiful small one with an outdoor seating area decorated with fairy lights, overlooking the ocean - opting for something small but luxurious and private. Y/N could already imagine nights just gazing at the stars over Harry’s cuddles.

“Thank you for choosing this babe, it’s beautiful,” she said excitedly.

“I’m quite amused with the little things that are making you happy out here, baby”

“What can I say? I’m a simple girl,” she shrugged.

He laughed and took her hand to his lips this time. “You drive me crazy and I love you so much.”

“I know,” she said softly as she admires his smile, “I love you so much, too.”

When his arms drop to lightly caress Y/N’s hair, she hums and murmurs of delight coming from her sleepy mouth.

"You're moving, love." Harry whispered groggily, hugging her tighter when Y/N wiggles more to get up. She froze and smiled, "I have to make breakfast."

He reluctantly pulled away from her after he gave a playful kiss to her neck, leaving her to go make the food (because one he was hungry and two, he knew she would still find a way to escape him).

“Oof!”

His attention was diverted now to find Y/N sprawled out on the floor with the mat under her in rolls, meaning she slipped on it. He resisted the urge to laugh and slapped her ass from where he was. "Such a clumsy ass."

Y/N groaned, "Thanks for your help, baby." She hurried to the bathroom to get freshened up.

A few minutes later after they were dressed in some casual clothes, Harry followed her, dipping his hands under her tank top. She smiled feeling his warm fingers casually rubbing down her toned abdomen. He removed himself from her when she began to cook and chuckled when she would dance around him in a playful manner.

As Y/N made breakfast, Harry looks towards her, standing by as his thoughts are all over. It was as if everything was in slow motion.

The way her hair curled around her face back and forth as she twisted every which way. The way her skin shone so beautifully with a slight jiggle, indicating movement. Memories of their moments from before throughout the four long years they've known each other made him smile lazily. Every single memory he had of her flashed in his eyesight before he focused back on reality.

This girl was his whole universe, his whole world, his entire life and he knew she knew that she was every one of those things. The way she trusted him showed that she knew he loved her infinitely, the way he’s grateful for her helping him grow, love and to accept love, that he cherishes her with every inch of him, that he would never let her go no matter what. But she didn't know he wanted to propose and he was sure she would love the surprise.

It’s a big day today and he feels all sorts of nervousness and excitement.

"Baby! You're spacing out!" Y/N laughed as she put the fried pieces of bacon in his plate, seeing him break from that intense and loving stare to watch her with big and bright eyes.

"Sorry, sweetheart." He chuckled and held her waist, pulling her towards himself.

She smiled and brushed a hand through his hair, making him close his eyes with a content sigh, before the soft smile left her face.

"Love..." She whispered.

"All ears, angel." Harry replied, enjoying her long fingers running through his silky hair.

"In the next year...This will stay the same. I mean, what revolves around us...Nobody will try and actually hurt either one of us, right?" Y/N murmured.

This was just one of those things Harry knows is right. He won’t ever let her go; that’s what today is all about.

"In all honesty, I don't know about the future. But what I do know is that I will not stop at anything to assure our safety. Our safety in this relationship and in the world beyond us." He told her truthfully, seeing her eyes brighten and that beautiful smile he loved so much return to her face, wrapping his arms around her like a bear.

“Harry, you’re squishing me. I can’t breathe!”

And all he does is laugh until he feels her bite him, and he loosens his grip. He’s met with furrowed brows and the cutest pout. He kisses it off her lips and Y/N smiles back, hugging him this time.

Mornings of laughter and kisses are truly some of his favourites.

“Harry?" Y/N frowned as she sat up, fear taking over her body when she woke up from her nap alone. She was on the bed, meaning Harry probably drove them home while she fell asleep on the bed back at the beach and he most likely put her on the bed as well, but didn't change her clothes. That was questionable since he knew she slept better in his shirts that smelled like him.

Her barely open eyes squinted as she scanned the area around the room until she found a trail of white rose petals on the grey tiled floor. She, being the curious woman she was, tore the bedsheets off her body to stand and proceed to follow the trail. It led outside towards the backyard where the pool was. But something was different. The pool was glowing.

When Y/N slid the doors to the backyard open, she did not expect what she saw. The trail of white rose petals led to the pool and was spread out, floating all over on the clear water. Curiously, Y/N stepped ahead and felt her gown drag behind her. But she could care less about her dress once she saw Harry's figure further ahead, his back was facing her.

"Harry!" Y/N called and now jogged a bit, to where he was. At the sound of his name, Harry turned and grinned.

She approaches him, "What's all this preparation for?"

"It's for you." He whispered, seeing her cheeks turn noticeably red and chuckled, pushing her loose hair behind her ears.

"But...it's not my birthday or anything, why such grand -"

"I need to ask you something. I have a favor." Harry cut her off, watching her eyes grow even more curious at his sudden urgency. She nodded slowly, feeling him step back from her and her hands reached for him but she held them back. There was an undeniable knot at the pit of her belly and the bad kind of butterflies fluttered in her.

Harry ran his fingers through his hair nervously before he started, "I've been thinking and I've been thinking for months about this. You know, all of our moments and memories in the past will always stay with me."

Y/N looked at him with confusion until he got down on one knee, reaching behind him in a pocket and she held her face in her hands, realizing what was going to happen. Harry smiled, "If I can't see you, baby, I won't be able to ask you this."

“Y/N Y/L/N, my angel, found the reason for my smile, the day I found you,” he continues, voice cracking as well. “You are the one I wanted to find, to tell that I need you all my life, from this day on till the rest of my life. I don’t ever want to be without your love, without you. Will you marry me?”

"Yes, yes, yes! Oh my God, Yes!" Y/N excitedly jumped up and down as Harry rose from the floor to kiss her before he pulled back to put the ring on her finger, the tears flowing at how beautiful it looks on her.

And Harry thinks that he was right - with Y/N’s content smile and glimmering eyes the preparations were all worth it.

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shurisneakers · 3 years

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harmless (vii)

Summary: Bucky volunteers to go stop a small time villain, but nothing can prepare him for what exactly he has to deal with. (Bucky x villain!reader, drabble series)

Warnings: cursing, existential crisis, frustrated bucky, dramatic reader, lil bit of angst, clint barton being a lil shit

Word count: 3.4k

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Bucky can’t stop staring at the mirror.

He wishes it was for narcissistic purposes. He had enough reason for it to be. His age may be a hundred but he had the youthful exuberance of a very drained sixty year old.

But no, it wasn’t because of the steel cut jawline or thousand gigawatt smile.

After last week’s mini-spiral, he does what almost half the videos on TikTok warn him not to do.

He got a haircut.

Everyone’s reaction stopped him from following it up with an ear piercing, but he can’t confidently say he didn’t at least consider it once. Maybe a neck tattoo.

He pulls at a lock of hair. It’s not even longer than his finger.

What did he do-

“It’s just a haircut, man,” he says to no one in particular, almost like he’s trying to reassure himself.

He runs his hands through his hair. It takes lesser time than he was used to.

Steve had told him he looked good. But then again, Steve wore a fugly costume 90% of the time, what did he know?

Clint acknowledged it and didn’t outright call him ugly, which he supposed was a compliment. Wanda simply smiled at him.

“FRIDAY?” he reaches out.

“Yes, Sergeant Barnes?” comes the automated reply.

“How are you?” It took him some getting used to her, given that she was constantly listening to everything, and in general seemed to go against the universal idea of privacy.

But his therapist told him he needed to form friendships.

She didn’t mention it had to be human ones.

“As good as ever. Is there anything I can help you with?”

He wants to ask her what she thinks of his hair until he realises fashion advice from a faceless AI is a new low for him. Maybe ‘Do you think I should crawl into a pit and die?’ would be more appropriate.

“Never mind,” he dismisses instead. “Any messages for today?”

“A reminder to buy a harder bed because you can’t keep sleeping on the floor.” Ah, that was on Sam’s recommendation three months ago, but he wasn’t going to stop any time soon. “And a text from a contact named Nuisance saying to meet them at the attached location in thirty minutes.”

“Where is the location?”

“The local sports centre.”

“Isn’t that closed today?”

If he had to go out in public looking like this, maybe he could wear a cap and sunglasses and no one would recognise him. Unfortunately, as he was reminded several times before by anyone with an iota of common sense, it was a stupid disguise.

Beanie it was, then. Bare minimum.

“It is, yes.” Fewer citizens to worry about.

“Okay.” He hesitates in front of the mirror again, adjusting the hat on his head. “Thank you, FRIDAY.”

“You’re welcome, Sergeant.”

He stares at the little tuft of hair at the front that refused to stay down no matter how much he shoved it back.

“Come on, man,” he exhales in slight despair. “Whatever.”

____

The lock of the door leading to the pool is easy enough to pick. He can see how you got in without a hitch even though it was closed.

The deck around the pool was absolutely drenched in water. No one was using it, there was no reason for water to splash out unless it was deliberately kept like this.

He catches sight of you easily, being that you’re the only two people there. You were standing at the end of the hall, head ducked as you scrolled through your phone.

The door closes behind him with a soft thud.

You don’t look up from your mobile when you start talking, “What do you think 6 year olds like?”

Because James Barnes, carbon dated to 1917 and therefore certified young person, would definitely know the answer to this question.

“I don’t know. Lego?”

“Just how much money do you think a teacher makes-”

You stopped mid-sentence, finally lifting your head to catch his eye. He stares back at you, steps faltering when you don’t move.

"Who are you?" you squinted.

What

"It's me," Bucky says, tugging off the dumb beanie and using it to gesture vaguely towards himself. Fuck, he shouldn’t have worn it, it was ridiculous anyway-

"You sound like him..." You narrow your eyes. “You don't look like him.”

Great

He rolls his eyes before putting on a mock scowl. Can't have Bucky Barnes without a sense of eternal disgruntlement.

"Oh hey, that is you." You grin. "You got a haircut."

“I did.” He suddenly feels the awkwardness increase. His fingers fidget with the beanie.

“Nice.” You nod in acknowledgement.

He wants to hit himself at the words that just spill out before he could think about it. “You hate it.”

“I never said that,” you snort. “And since when does my opinion matter?”

“It doesn’t.” But now he wants to know what you think since he didn’t trust anyone else to tell him honestly.

“Must cut down on time in the shower, huh?”

It did.

He shrugs. He shoves the beanie into his back pocket.

“Was it a crisis haircut?” How did you kno- “Are you going to get bangs next time?”

“Shut up,” he says lamely, a dull burn in his cheeks.

“I know a place where you can get hair dye for cheap. Not technically FDA approved, but I think purple streaks are a good place to start-”

“What are we doing here?” he interrupts, sighing.

“Skinny dipping. Take off your shirt, Barnes.”

“Funny,” he says dryly, eyeing your shoes when you straighten up.

Ice skates.

“Fine, pants then.” You don’t make any effort to move from your end so he does, walking closer to you.

“What are those for?” He doesn’t hide the annoyance from his voice when he points at your feet.

“Oh, these?” You look down at them. “Yeah, I’m going to freeze the pool.”

That seems... mild compared to the shit show you wanted to do last time.

“For?” He halts where he is.

“’M gonna take my friends ice skating.”

“Is that all?” He wants to make a comment about the fact that you have friends but bites it back.

“Today is just a trial run. Tomorrow I’m gonna go freeze the East River.” There it is.

“The East River is not your personal ice skating rink.”

“Not yet it isn’t.” You lift up a middle finger.

It was too early for you to flip him off, even by your standards.

He raises an eyebrow.

Your face scrunches in confusion. You follow his gaze to your finger. “Oh yeah, no, that’s a freeze ring.”

Only then he notices a ring around the finger. From where he was standing he could make out the blue stone that adorned it.

“Joy.” He rolls up the sleeves of his black bomber jacket. “Let’s get this done with, then.”

“No no, wait.” You hold up your hand and he complies, having nothing to lose anyway. You pull out your phone and press a few buttons before shoving it back into your bag and tossing it aside.

The soft sounds of a piano start playing from a boombox near the corner of the room. A child starts singing following a series of knocks.

His eyebrows furrow. “What the fuck is this?”

“The Frozen soundtrack.” You beam at him. “I thought it was fitting.”

He doesn’t know what that is and at this point, he’s too afraid to ask. He can vaguely make out the lyrics being about a snowman but he isn’t too concerned.

He takes one step forward. You immediately point your fist at the ground in front of him, forcing him to jump back when a blast hits right in front of his shoes. Suddenly he gets why the floor is covered in water.

It sounds like a series of cracks as the water starts freezing over, a layer of ice now separating him and you.

"You ready?” The mischief was woven in your voice as the blasts continued throughout the deck, effectively turning the entire floor into ice.

Bucky takes a step tentatively forward. Not bad. He takes another. Okay.

The third one is when shit starts to hit the fan. His hands shoot out to hold onto his balance when his footing slips from beneath him.

His Nike sneakers aren’t used to snow. They’re used to well manicured lawns and pavement trips to Starbucks and marble floors of the compound. Not swimming pool decks covered in ice.

He can hear you singing in the distance and every time he looks up you’re a little further away, making sure every inch of space is frozen.

It takes him a while to get over the initial fear of breaking his skull and just move forward swiftly with short steps. A goddamn penguin is what he looked like.

“There you go, you’re getting it,” you chirp as you whiz past him. He reaches out to grab at you, only to miss by an inch. He staggers, arms flapping wildly to regain his stability.

He hears crackling beside him. He gets a second or two to watch ice crystals spread through the water before turning it completely solid. You step onto the now frozen pool, testing your weight with one leg before cautiously getting on.

A triumphant smile emerges on your face. “Awesome.”

He manages to press himself against the wall as a form of support.

There is no point to this whole thing. He knows this. It’s been well over 6 weeks and there is genuinely no point to this.

He realises it again when he moves from side to side, body erupting into a waddle.

Why is he doing this. He doesn’t get paid extra. He doesn’t get any kind of compensation. All he gets is more wisecracking geniuses, embarrassment and the mortifying ordeal of getting caught imitating a penguin.

The song changes to a woman singing about doing something for the first time, forcing him to pay attention to it. He hears something about ball room and balls and tunes right back out.

Bucky manages to find his way to the actual pool since that’s where you’re twirling around, opting to land on his mental arm in case things go wrong. He takes a sliding step forward, followed by another. Maybe he can do this.

“If a 200 pound super soldier can stand on this, I suppose it’s strong enough,” you muse, watching him slip and slide as he tries to invent makeshift ice skating.

Unfortunately, his method doesn’t have any brakes, so while he’s too busy trying to move forward, there’s no way to actually stop. He finds this out very soon when he almost launches himself off the edge of the pool.

Something yanks him backwards and back onto the ice.

“Honestly, this is utterly useless since you can’t really do anything but it’s the most fun I’ve had all week,” you admit when he goes sliding towards the middle, arms flailing.

“You had to pick fuckin’ ice of all things.” He thinks that maybe he’s getting a hang of this. He can definitely move faster than what he was doing like, 10 minutes ago. It’s not like you were going anywhere, anyway.

“I like to keep things spicy.”

He stays where he is to glare at you. You mouth the words to the song, watching his every move whenever it interested you.

Okay, change of plan; a temporary distraction till he figures out how to actually get the ring from you. He settles on skating towards the edge of the rink slowly, taking a step off, slipping almost immediately when his foot comes in contact with the deck.

“Where are you going?” you yell over the music initially but immediately break into song when it ends in a crescendo.

He takes a knee, lifting his metal arm up before driving it into the ground. It shatters magnificently, leaving small shards of ice at his disposal.

He picks up one of them, waiting for you to complete your dumb twirl. He takes aim, and-

“Ouch, what the fuck?” You stop your off key singing to rub your shoulder where the ice hit you.

He wordlessly picks up another piece to throw at you, hitting you squarely in the leg.

“Stop that!”

He may not be able to move as fast but he can definitely throw.

“Give me the ring,” he commands, stretching his arm behind his back before releasing another piece to hit your forearm.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” There’s nowhere you can skate to avoid his stupidly good marksmanship.

“You gotta do what you gotta do.” He shrugs, breaking another patch of ice to replenish his ammo. “Hand over the ring.”

“Over my dead body,” you shriek when a particularly big piece lands next to your feet. You knew he missed that shot on purpose.

“I feel like I’m finally acting my age,” he says casually, finding your darting about in order to avoid him more fun than he initially thought. “Can’t throw pebbles at meddling kids so this is the next best option. Thanks.”

“If you acted your age you’d be in a casket, Barnes,” you hissed, finding that skating in zig zags helped your cause, but not by much. “I’d be- you bitch- I’d be more than happy to help you get there.”

You raise your arm, ready to send another blast to freeze the water that was starting to melt around him, hopefully, keep him where he was if it froze around him.

He flinches. You notice immediately, hand dropping slightly when you realise what it looked like.

“I’m not gonna freeze you,” you say, softer than you intended. From what you knew, he had enough and more experience with that and you weren’t going to contribute to it.

He swallows thickly, giving himself a little shake of his head as if to jolt him out of his train of thought.

Another piece of ice hits you in the leg. You let out a string of curses at him.

“The more ice you make, the more I have to throw at you, Y/N.” He waits for you to regain your balance when you nearly take a stumble.

“Shut up, you’re so immature.”

“Remind me whose plan this was again?” No point waiting for you to regain your balance when you fall over only a few seconds later.

He gathers a few shards in his beanie, tucking it into his belt like a little makeshift rucksack just in case before venturing out on the main rink again.

It’s more difficult for you to stand without railings to guide you, giving him enough and more time to make his way towards you, staggering and skidding.

Both of you looked ridiculous.

“Stay away, fiend.”

“Ring first.” He holds his hand out in front of you. He even considered pulling you up if you just made things easier.

Next thing he knows he’s on his ass on the ice beside you.

“I hate you,” he groans, watching as you inch away from him on your knees.

He doesn’t really have any other options so he shoves aside the humiliation and gets on his knees, using his arms to drag him along the ice.

“For the love of Christ, none of us are winning here. Just give me the ring.”

The bitch from the soundtrack sings about letting it go but he won’t.

“Never,” you shout, sliding away from him as fast as possible.

You make use of the fact that the top layer of ice is starting to melt, using the ring to freeze it again. His knees and fingers get stuck as the water freezes over but he has super strength. It barely takes him a second to free himself.

“Great,” he huffs, just settling down on the ice, ignoring the sting of cold that was spreading through his limbs. Running after you wasn’t going to work; he needed a way to get the ring.

“You won last time, I’m not letting you win again.”

“Are we seriously keeping score?” He watches as you scramble towards the edge.

“No one likes a loser, Bucky.” You use the pool stair railings to pull yourself up.

“Explain why you have friends then.” He can’t help himself this time.

“Hardy har har.” You roll your eyes.

He doesn’t make an effort to move. Instead, when you take a step back into the rink, he raises his arm and pummels it into the ice, just to annoy you.

The ground damn near shakes, pushing you dangerously towards losing your balance again.

“Are you crazy?” Your arm shoots out in front of you to keep you from falling headfirst.

“No.” He does it again. This time there’s a crack in the ice. “I’m just very tired.”

“If the ice breaks we’re both gonna be underwater, you moron!”

“Fine by me.” He shrugs. “Freeze it again. I’ll just find different ways to ruin it for you.”

You glare at him. He raises his arm above his head again.

“Fine! Fine, stop.” You eye him as he lowers his arm.

He reaches for his stash of ice pieces from earlier, throwing one at your shoulder again.

“Boy, I swear if you don’t stop doing that-” you duck when another one comes at you. You had no idea he could be this annoying.

It suddenly hits him, like a lightbulb going off in his brain. He wipes his hands off on his jacket, getting on all fours before slowly managing to pick himself up again.

He looks at you, tilting his head slightly like he was studying you.

“What?” you ask suspiciously, eyeing as he starts inching closer towards you. “What are you thinking?”

It’s like watching a newborn deer stumble its way through the world, albeit more gracefully, until he starts picking up speed. The motherfucker was going to mow you down.

The skates are useful but not so much when an extremely determined bumbling oaf is barrelling towards you, his speed beginning to match yours even without equipment.

You don’t know why you’re running, you don’t know why he’s chasing after you but when you see the end of the pool you take a sharp left only to have him knock right into you, sending you both sprawling.

You land half on top of him, breaking your fall but it doesn’t stop the very loud groan that escapes your mouth. He’s already in the process of sitting up straight, giving you less time to analyse what just happened.

“What the fuck was that for?” you speak through gritted teeth. “Fuckin’ acting like the both of us have free healthcare.”

“You refused to give up.”

“So your plan was to tackle me like a quarterback?” You threw your hands up.

“One part of it.” He drags himself to the edge, away from you.

“There's more to your monkey brained plan?” He doesn’t look at you. The ice around the pool has more or less melted, letting him gain proper footing on the floor before he stands up.

“Oh, yeah.” He turns to you. “The other’s a trick I stole from Stark.”

Bucky holds up the ring. Your jaw slightly drops, eyes searching your finger for the now missing piece of tech.

“Suppose that’s two points for me?”

You’re impressed. You also want to stab him. So you do the next best thing.

“When I imagined you holding a ring in front of me, the circumstances were very different,” you comment.

“Bye, Y/N.” He spins on his heel, not even giving you a second’s worth of reaction. You found it amusing.

He heads towards the door, clothes all wet. He empties out melted ice water from his beanie before stuffing it into his pocket. Just when he’s about to leave, you remember something.

Do you mean it genuinely or just because it has an effect on him?

“Just for the record, Barnes, about your hair-” you call out, earning his attention from over his shoulder. “I think you look really good either way.”

The world may never know.

You swear you can see the corners of his lips quirk upwards before he turns around again.

He slips on a block of ice, cursing and clenching on to the door to keep him upright, quickly yanking it open and leaving before he has a chance to embarrass himself further.

Smooth.

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staynskz · 3 years

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Making Amends: Part Three

Pairing: husband BangChan x female reader

Genre: Slight Angst, Heavy Smut (18+ only!), slight fluff

Word Count: 7.6K+

Warning(s): nsfw, only 18+ readers minors DNI!

“Babe, wake up,” Chan said as he caressed your cheek.

Opening your eyes, you realized that the jet had already landed. You must’ve been so tired from work that you fell asleep the entire way there. As Chan took off your seatbelt for you, you stretched your arms and yawned while standing up. It was weird. Chan was being sweet like how he was back in the days you both were dating...

“Where are we?” you asked while rubbing your eyes.

“We’re in your favorite place, baby.”

My favorite place? You thought to yourself. You didn’t have any favorite place. Home with the kids was your favorite place, but you’d already left home to come to wherever this place was.

“Come on, babe, let’s go,” Chan said standing near the jet door with his hand out towards you. What else could you do? Chan was being weird, but you didn’t have a choice since you were already here. Grabbing his hand, he began leading you out.

“Oh! Wait,” Chan said as he pulled something from his coat pocket. They were your sunglasses… your favorite pair. You hadn’t worn them since your honeymoon with Chan. They’d been sitting in your drawer at home collecting dust since you both hadn’t been able to go on vacation after having kids and being busy at work. That was ages ago. Time really does fly by fast.

While you were too busy being stunned, Chan suddenly put the sunglasses on you. You looked up at him. He was smiling and adoring you, then suddenly kissed your forehead. You let a small smile form on your lips and looked down with a small blush forming on your cheeks. As you were about to look up, Chan reached his hand out to brush your hair out of your face.

“This too,” he said as he pulled out a hair clip from his pocket. He clipped your hair back the way you always did when you were cooking or doing something that needed your full attention. “You look beautiful as always, baby.” Those were such simple words that made your heart beat faster. It had been so long since you’ve felt Chan’s hands caress you like this. It wasn’t much, but it was something you both hadn’t felt in so long. “Come on, let’s go,” he said as he took your hand from your side and led you through the open jet door. You were greeted with the setting sun on the horizon, the feeling of slightly humid air, and beautiful greenery as you stepped out of the jet. This was a familiar feeling…

This was the private island Chan had bought as a gift for you as your wedding gift. You’d told him that buying an island for yourself to live on as you grew older was the one thing that you always dreamed of, and he did that as a gift to you for your wedding gift. You were on the verge of tears. You’d been so busy at work that you forgot about your island. Chan was right. This was your favorite place… your safe haven.

As Chan helped you down the last step, he asked cautiously, “Are you okay, babe?”

“Yeah… I’m just surprised we’re here…” you said as you looked at his worried eyes.

“Okay… What do you wanna do, hmm? Go to the waters? Eat lunch?”

“Let’s get settled in first, then we’ll decide what we wanna do,” you said as you led the way to the beach house.

There wasn’t anyone around. Usually, there were at least one or two workers, but there wasn’t anyone on the island.

Reading your concerned body language, Chan knew what you were thinking. “I told the workers that they could leave for the next week.”

“Why?” you asked. “So we can have the island to ourselves, what else?” Chan said as he unlocked the front door to the beach house.

Walking through the house made you reminisce every memory you made with Chan. The many times you both made love, held each other, and spoke in the dark about your future plans as a couple. Every memory played throughout your mind as you walked by every room on the way to the master bedroom.

Pushing the doors open, you saw the very bed you and Chan had first made love. You took a deep breath as you pushed the thought to the back of your head. Although you loved Chan, no matter what, you weren’t going to forget everything just because he brought you to your favorite place. Anyone could say you were stubborn in your ways, but what you went through had to be spoken through with Chan who’d been following behind you through every room and space as well. He hadn’t said anything, but you knew what he was thinking.

“I’m gonna take a bath,” you said as you made your way to the bathroom.

“Oh… okay. Do you want to eat anything?” Chan asked watching you walk away.

“No, I’m not hungry.”

You lied. You were starving. It was killing you, but you didn’t want to be an inconvenience to Chan. Especially not since the argument. It killed you that there was an unspoken silence among the two of you. It was ridiculous, really. You were both grown adults who were supposed to be in a compromising marriage, but here you were barely speaking to each other. Chan made you happy, but during hard times, it didn’t seem like he was happy with you. That was where things got hard for the both of you.

Your thoughts were interrupted as your timer went off letting you know to get out of the bath before you turned into a wrinkly prune. As you grabbed your towel to dry yourself off, you had slipped off the ledge of the bathtub with a huge thud. Hearing the loud thud, Chan ran to the bedroom asking if you were okay and waiting for a response. You’d hurt your knee from the fall, but it wasn’t anything too serious. While you were trying to get up, Chan had already opened the door and saw you naked on the bathroom floor.

“Are you okay??”

“Obviously,” you said with some attitude while trying to reach for the towel on the wall.

“Don’t move,” Chan demanded as you looked at him with curious eyes as he ran out of the bathroom.

You listened to him, though. What if there was a bug on you? You checked your surroundings but didn’t see anything either. Looking up, you saw that Chan was running back with the first aid kit in his hands.

“What the-” you said before Chan lifted your naked body to sit on the edge of the bathtub.

“Sit still,” he said while assessing your knee. It was bleeding. You hadn’t even realized. You were too busy being stubborn that Chan walked in on you naked and helplessly reaching for your towel that you hadn’t realized your knee must’ve scraped something on the way down. You started covering your body as you realized how bare you were in front of Chan.

“Don’t worry, baby. It’s not like I haven’t seen all of you yet,” he teased while smiling lightly.

“I’m not covering up my body because of that!” You tried to argue back.

“Oh really?” he asked looking up at your face.

“Y-yes…” you lied while trying to hide the faint blush on your face. “It’s because I’m cold.”

“Oh?... I thought you took such hot baths and showers that you actually aren’t cold after you come out for awhile.”

Damn it! He knew you so well you couldn’t even lie to his face.

“Don’t worry, babe. I’m just taking care of your knee. I won’t look if you don’t want me to.”

After applying an ointment and band-aid to your knee, Chan looked up at you with a faint smile on his face, “There. All done. Does your knee still hurt?”

While trying to stand up, you tumbled a bit because your knee was still sore, but not in too much pain. Chan caught you just as you were about to fall.

Pushing him away, you brushed him off with “I’m okay.”

“It doesn’t seem like it,” he retorted.

“If I say that I’m fine then I’m fine!”

You could tell Chan was a bit hurt from your remark, but there wasn’t anything that made you angrier than now. Was he just doing this to “make up” his lame ass actions from the previous months? Was he doing this to distract you from the fact that he could be cheating on you? Your thoughts were swirling so fast around your head that if it were a cartoon you’d be seeing stars circle your head.

As you took the towel off the wall and walked into the bedroom, you sat on the bed while checking your knee. Chan was always so good at taking care of you whenever you were hurt. But just seeing you physically was all that he could see; he couldn’t see that you were hurting inside as well. You missed the times where he would come and tell you he loved you every day and do small things to make you feel loved. It truly was the small things that you missed from him.

You’d been in the bathroom for so long you didn’t even realize that the sun was already gone for the day. You were still starving. Your stomach started to rumble.

“You’re hungry, aren’t you?” you heard Chan’s voice come from the bathroom door.

“I-” you started to protest.

“I already cooked us some dinner while you were in the bathroom. Get dressed and come out when you’re ready.”

He wasn’t happy with you. He never was. It just made your heart sink. Chan was actually trying to fix your marriage, but you were the one who was pushing him away. It just made you feel even worse about your attitude, but you both needed to find a middle ground for your everyday life-not just when you were on vacation without the kids or worries from work.

After getting dressed, you walked into the kitchen. It smelled amazing. You saw that Chan had cooked your favorite pasta. You were secretly excited, but you knew that Chan wasn’t too happy with you right now.

“I hope you don’t mind that I cooked the pasta. I’m not that great at cooking it like you do, but I just wanted to make something to make you happy,” Chan said as he pulled the chair out for you to sit on.

“It’s okay. I appreciate it,” you said while showing a slight smile to try and make Chan a bit happier than before. He shared a smile with you before walking to the other end of the table to sit.

“How’re you feeling now?” Chan asked as he dug into the pasta on his plate.

“I’m feeling okay…” what else were supposed to say?? No, don’t talk to me? Ugh it was too hard to be married sometimes.

“But?...” Chan said as he looked up after taking a bite.

There was a long pause before you began speaking. What were you going to say? The last argument hadn’t even been solved and you didn’t even want to bring up another topic to argue about with him, but-

“Are you cheating on me?” you blurted out before you could even think.

Chuckling to himself before looking at you, Chan smiled at you.

“Y/N, if I don’t even have time for you, my wife, why would I have time for another woman?”

“Just because you don’t have time for me doesn’t mean that you can’t give the attention to another woman,” you snapped back.

“Okay, you’re right, but you know that I wouldn’t do that to you. You’re the mother of my two beautiful kids, you’re everything I’ve wanted in my life. You’re literally the embodiment of who I dreamed of marrying. I don’t know why-”

“Then why don’t you treat me like it?” That was it. You’d been holding back for too long. It took too much space in your mind. You were going to solve the problem now or else you were going to lose your mind.

“I’m trying, babe-”

“Bringing me on vacation isn’t going to cut it, Chan. We can’t just do this every time we argue it’s ridiculous that-”

“That what?” Chan said looking you dead in the eyes. “That I’m trying to be a good husband? That I’m trying to be a better man? I know that I fucked up, Y/N. I know that I fucked up for the past few months, but I don’t think that we should just leave our marriage broken. You act like I haven’t been trying lately!”

“I never said that! I’m just asking you why you’ve been neglecting me, your wife, for God knows how long!” was all you could say before tears started rolling down your face. It was all out now. No holding back. No more secrets hidden. No more bottling things up.

As Chan saw the tears on your face, he reached over to wipe them away. Before he could touch your face, you whacked his hand away.

“Don’t fucking touch me,” you said as you stood up and walked outside toward the beach.

“Y/N! Wait! Where are you going?”

“Don’t talk to me! Don’t act like you care, Chan!”

“What are you talking about?! Y/N please. We need to talk this out. Tell me how you’re feeling, why you’re feeling like this, and what I can do to make you happier,” he said while following you onto the white sandy shore.

“Nothing, Chan! Nothing! That’s what you can do to make me happier!” you yelled while still turned away from him.

“Y/N, stop! Look at me!” he said while pulling your arm so he could have your full attention.

“What, Chan?! What the fuck more do you need from me?!”

“I need you to communicate what you’re feeling, Y/N. That’s what I need you to fucking do so that I can salvage this marriage,” he said sternly while looking at you straight in the eyes.

You could have any kind of attitude, but you knew that when Chan had enough, it was enough-especially when he wouldn’t move his gaze away from your face.

“What I want? I want you to be my husband, Chan! I want you to love me the way you did when we first got married. I want you to love me the way you promised you would when we were in love! Where’s the Chan I fell in love with? Do you even know who I am anymore? Am I nothing more than just your children’s mother? Where’s the man I made love to and shared secrets with on a daily basis? Do you even love me, Chan?!” was all you could say before tears started rolling down your face again. You couldn’t handle being so emotional, but it had been too long since you’ve been open with your emotions that it brought everything you were thinking out.

Chan started walking closer and closer to you, but you backed away, wary of his touch.

“I do love you, Y/N. There’s no one I want more than you. You’re all that I need. I’m sorry, okay? I’m sorry that I’ve been such a shitty ass husband these past few months. I’m sorry that I haven’t been showing you as much love, okay? I’m so sorry, babe. Please, forgive me,” Chan said as he got on his knees and hugged your waist. You couldn’t do anything but cry your eyes out. It had been too long. It wasn’t what you wanted, but it’s the only thing that could suffice.

“Let go, Chan,” you said as you tried to pry his arms away from your waist.

“No. I’m not going to let you go anywhere. You’re everything I need, Y/N. You’re my rock. You’re the only woman I need in this world. I’m sorry that I’m such a horrible husband that I couldn’t see you were struggling as well. I’m sorry that I’ve been so selfish. Please, Y/N, let me fix this. Let’s fix our marriage. I don’t care what happens as long as I have you with me. I need you here with me, Y/N,” Chan protested while firmly holding your waist to his chest. His chest was heaving. He was crying. Chan rarely cried.

You both were on the sand for who knows how long. You knew that you’d been so stubborn, but you’d been hurt for so long that it felt like a huge burden had been lifted from your shoulders this time. It was a great relief, but now it was time to build your relationship to become even stronger together than before. It was only a matter of time before you grabbed Chan’s arms trying to get out of his strong grip again.

“I told you, I’m not letting go,” Chan pouted against your stomach, “I’m gonna stay here until you forgive me and promise to not leave me.”

With a small smile forming on your lips, you just say, “Babe… I know that it’s been hard, but we need to go inside. I’m getting cold out here. The ocean breeze isn’t helping either.”

“No. Not until you say that you forgive me. I’m not going anywhere without you in this world, Y/N. I don’t care if you run away. I’m gonna look for you wherever you go. You’re the better part of me that I need to survive in this world. I-”

“Okay, okay. I forgive you, babe.”

“No. You’re just saying it so I’ll let you go. You’re not saying it with your whole heart,” Chan said while still holding you tightly.

You pushed his head back as you looked him straight in the eyes and said to him, “I forgive you, baby. We’ll just need to work on strengthening our marriage now, okay?”

Before you could say anything else, Chan got up from the sand and kissed your lips.

“Good. That’s what I wanted to hear,” he said while carrying you bridal style to the house.

“Where are we going?” you asked as he walked past the kitchen.

“We’re gonna make baby number three,” Chan said with a serious face.

“We have to clean the kitchen, babe. It’s dirty!” you said as you smacked his arm.

“I don’t care. I’ve missed having you all to myself. Can’t I just have you all to myself for once? Hmm?” Chan hummed against your ear.

You couldn’t deny the fire burning in you. You and Chan had barely made love since a few months after you had Eli. After that, it was either just a quickie or something you didn’t want to do. This was a side of you that you’d neglected for so long, it felt impossible to be wanting to make love with Chan again.

Chan set you on the edge of the bed like you were a fine China doll that would break at any moment. As he began peeling your clothing off, you stopped him before he could take off your shirt.

“Can we turn the lights off, Chan?”

“What do you mean, baby?” he asked, eyes full of concern.

“My body’s not in the best shape right now… and I’d rather we do this in the dark than have you see everything,” you explained.

“Oh baby,” Chan said as he started kissing every inch of your body, “I want to explore every inch of your body like a starving man. I want to make sure I see every crevice, every scar, every mole on your body. There’s nothing more I would beg for right now.”

“But I-” you tried to argue against him.

“I don’t care what it is that you hate about your body, baby. I love every inch of you. I wanna make you scream my name until your lungs give out. I wanna make you love yourself even more. I wanna give you all that I can this entire week. I’m gonna make sure you know that you’re loved and that you’re everything I need. How about we keep the lights dim so that I can make sure you’re actually enjoying everything I do, hmm?”

There was no denying that Chan was great with his words. He made you feel safe no matter what. You wanted to protest, but his mouth was too good at what he was doing, so you nodded your head in agreement.

While walking back after dimming the lights, Chan started peeling every article of clothing off your body. When he got to your bra and underwear, he just stared at you from the edge of the bed. You were so self-conscious that you tried to cover yourself up. Before you could manage to cover anything, Chan pulled your arms above your head.

“Wow, baby. I didn’t know you’d be wearing this lingerie set out of all sets,” he said while nibbling on your neck.

“I didn’t have a choice, Chan. It’s not like you packed the most comfortable clothing for me to wear while on vacation.”

“I know… that’s the point, baby.” You could feel him smirk against your skin as his lips travelled down your body.

Before you could make a smart remark, Chan had already reached behind your back to unbuckle your bra with one hand while the other caressed your waist. The cold air made your nipples stand, causing you to whine under your breath.

Chan started making his way down your chest, creating marks to make sure you knew who you belonged to the next day. He took one breast in his mouth and started massaging the other. Chan started flicking his tongue against your nipple. Light but effective kisses, nibbles, and licks were enough to make you moan. Chan switched from one breast to the other while all you could do was remain helplessly moaning and whining under your breath.

“Don’t hold back, baby. There’s no one here who’s gonna hear you,” Chan reassured you.

“I know… I’m just so used to being quiet around the kids at home,” you explained.

“Well,” he started as he moved back up to be face to face with you, “just know that I wanna hear every noise from that beautiful mouth of yours.”

Blushing at his words, you could only whine slightly while pushing your face into the pillow beside you.

“That’s what I like to hear, baby,” Chan said as he started kissing lower towards your stomach and pelvis.

“Babe, stop teasing,” you whined even louder.

All Chan could do was hum against your skin as he took careful measures to kiss your stretch marks you’d gotten from pregnancy.

“No, don’t do that,” you said as you tried pushing his head away.

Chan pushed away your hands and tucked them under your back. “I’m gonna do whatever I want to make your body feel worshipped, baby. So you better keep your hands behind your back or else I’m gonna have to make you suffer tonight. Got it?”

Without a word, you looked down and nodded your head.

“Good,” he said as he continued worshipping your body.

Chan started travelling down lower and lower as he got above your underwear, his hot breath fanning against your core.

“Baby, please,” you whined while still struggling to keep your hands behind your ass.

Chan licked a stripe above your clothed core, making you thrust your hips into the air.

You didn’t know what to think anymore. It felt like it’d been forever since Chan and you had made love. This was something so intimate you couldn’t describe it. No words would’ve given justice to how Chan made you feel in this moment.

There were so many emotions flooding through your brain, you hadn’t realized that Chan already stripped you of your underwear too. You felt so exposed, it was getting even harder not to hide your face in the pillows.

“Don’t be shy, baby. Show me that beautiful face of yours,” Chan encouraged you.

You could only smile with your eyes closed while you lifted your head from the pillows.

“Aww, my baby’s becoming more confident isn’t she? I’ll make sure you feel every inch of your body is loved.”

These words Chan was whispering were like a drug to your ego. It made you willing to do whatever it was to make him happy. It made you willing to please every inch of him as well. Even though he was willing to please you eternally, you knew that he deserved every inch of love he needed as well.

Chan began kissing your inner thighs as he drew closer and closer to your soaking core. You writhed under his mouth but could only succumb to him. He began by attacking your throbbing clit, sucking and lightly tugging.

It was hard not trying to move your arms away, but it was something you’d learned to never do with Chan. They don’t say time teaches you everything you need to know for no reason.

Chan continued on and pried open your dripping core. He then inserted two fingers and began fingering your core with a come-hither motion. You arched your back as you tried to hold back your moans and whines while he kept hitting your g-spot.

“I told you to stop holding back,” Chan said right as he smacked your thigh.

Letting out a yelp, you moved your arms from behind your back as you reached out to stop him from smacking your thigh again. Chan’s reflexes were fast enough to stop your hand and put it behind your back again.

“Chan, please. I need-”

“I don’t care how hard you beg to not feel good tonight, baby. It’s gonna be your pleasure or nothing at all,” Chan said as he attacked your throbbing clit again.

You could feel your high coming closer and closer, wanting to release.

“Chan-Cha-please, I-”

“Are you gonna cum for me, baby?”

Nodding your head with your eyes closed and head thrown back, Chan smiled to himself while he kissed your parting lips.

“Yeah? My baby wants to cum hmm? Cum for me then, baby. Let me hear you,” Chan encouraged while still fingering and kissing you.

That was enough to set you off on your first high for the night. You felt your body tense, the pain in your core was too much to handle. You grabbed the sheets of the bed, gasping slightly at the lost feeling. You felt your back arch in response to Chan’s mouth on you, then you felt your release. You shuddered slightly as you came down from your high. It wasn’t the most intense orgasm you’d ever had, but it was the more intense ones since you and Chan had started to drift apart.

Chan cooed while nibbling at your collarbone. “Good job, babygirl. There’s so many more rounds we have to go through to finish tonight.”

Whining, you just laid there still a mess. You could barely open your eyes. It was more intense than you could handle since it’d been so long since you’d been intimate with Chan.

Chan began kissing your body and worshipping it again, until he felt a tug at his pants. You were trying to seductively take off his pants while being under his control.

“My baby’s a bit needy, hmm?”

“Please Chan. It’s been too long since we’ve had time for this,” you whimpered as he stared at your exposed body.

“I know, baby, but I don’t want to rush it tonight,” he explained.

“I don’t care. I just need you,” those were the last words to come out of your mouth before he began taking off his clothes. Something about you begging and whining made Chan’s dick harder than before. Chan began kissing you and holding your jaw in his hand and pulling your hair into a ponytail, getting rougher and rougher while you took everything he gave you breathlessly.

Chan lifted you up so you both were on your knees on the bed, making out and feeling each other’s bodies. You grabbed his cock in your hand and ran your palm against it, causing Chan to slightly thrust toward you. You weren’t the only desperate one who hadn’t been touched in awhile.

“I don’t think you want to do that, babygirl,” Chan growled in a low tone.

“I think I do,” you said teasingly.

“If that’s the case, then start sucking,” he said as he adjusted himself to lay against the headboard and pillows while you lay in between his legs to begin administering to his needs.

You quickly followed Chan’s body language and began by taking his balls into your mouth, sucking on them lightly, lapping them like a little puppy while maintaining eye contact with him. Chan threw his head back while mumbling so many “don’t stop’s” and “keep going’s.” Taking your sweet time giving him a blowjob by tracing your tongue against the underside of his cock, you could feel him shiver under your touch, and placed kisses along his cock until you reached the tip. You began to lick his tip, spreading his precum with your tongue.

Finally, you put his cock in your mouth after a few more minutes of teasing. Your mouth was filled, but Chan kept pushing your head lower and lower onto his cock causing you to slightly gag and choke. This was barely anything though, since you and Chan had even had more intense sex…I mean…how did you even have kids if your sex wasn’t intense?.... (just saying…anywayssss)

Before you knew it, Chan was thrusting against the back of your throat vigorously, making you choke even more causing tears to begin falling down your cheeks.

“Yes, baby. Y-yes. Take it just like that. Take it like the good girl you are,” Chan praised you making you attempt to take him even deeper into your throat. You wanted to make him cum no matter what now. You knew he was on the verge of cumming, but he was just so good at holding back and being patient. You were going to make him cum regardless of how deep you had to deep throat his cock.

So you relaxed your jaw and went to work to make him have an everlasting orgasm. Relaxing your jaw helped you take more of his cock into your mouth, and so you were able to take him deeper to the point where your nose hit his pelvis. He was going to cum any minute now. You just knew it.

Having your nose to his pelvis was the tip of the iceberg for him as Chan tried pulling your head up and off his cock as he came undone in your mouth. You were relentless and moved his hands from your head as you held his waist and tried to take even more of his cock than you ever had. Chan’s moans were heavenly to hear as he continued to release more and more cum inside your mouth while his hands came back and found a place in your locks, pulling them and pushing your head down since you wanted it so bad.

His cum tasted sweet. That meant Chan was still drinking his pineapple juice daily. You both had made a pact to drink pineapple juice daily to make sure your juices tasted sweet for each other, but that was ages ago. You were surprised he kept up with the routine. You appreciated it, really. You were only able to keep up by drinking one small carton of pineapple juice every week.

After Chan came undone in your mouth, you began to slowly pull off his cock causing him to slightly growl and hiss from his throbbing cock finally being released. You then wiped your mouth from his cum spilling out alongside your drool.

“My baby wanted to be naughty and keep going, didn’t she?” Chan asked while looking down at you. All you could do was nod in agreement, eyes never leaving his. He wasn’t wrong, but you just wanted to please him since it’d been so long. “Well then…it looks like my baby needs to be dicked down for being so good to daddy and letting daddy release hmm?” he asked in a higher pitched tone, slightly mocking you.

“Yes, sir,” you stated as you made your way on top of Chan, straddling him. You began nibbling at his neck, kissing and licking his earlobes while he continued rocking your hips and clit against his abs and pelvis. Moaning, you couldn’t help but whimper louder and louder as he kept moving your hips faster and faster. Then, it all stopped. Confused, you stopped kissing him and looked up at him.

“Sit on my cock,” Chan demanded. All you could do was follow his orders. Chan was starting to get even more serious now since he wanted you to be pleased with his show tonight. As you sunk onto his cock, you could feel it filling you up inch by inch. You moaned and shut your eyes as you took in the full experience. Chan’s cock was so red and hard, the pressure against your walls made you breathless.

You began lifting yourself to please Chan, but he stopped your hips and held you down. He started moving your hips again, causing you to rub your clit against his pelvis while his cock was hitting your g spot. He really was trying to please you, not himself; being the selfless person that he is, you weren’t surprised. You wanted to please him, make him happy, but he really was going to make you reach another universe with his determination. And when Chan’s determined… nothing really stands in his way.

Chan grabbed one of your breasts, massaging it while sucking on the other, making you throw your head back in pleasure. The more Chan kept going, you felt another high coming, begging to release from your body. Your body started tensing, causing you to slightly shiver from your nerves reacting to Chan’s stimulation. By now, Chan was already marking your neck and collarbone with more hickies.

Whispering against your skin and looking up at you he asked, “You gonna cum for me, baby?”

“Ye-Yes,” you mumbled under your breath right as Chan lifted you from his lap and began rubbing your clit faster than when he was moving your hips.

“Ch-Chan! Chan!” you muttered while trying to move his hand away. Wrong move. Frustrated, Chan grabbed both of your arms and held them behind your back with one hand while going back to rubbing your swollen clit.

Gasping for air, you couldn’t hold your orgasm in any longer.

“Chan, I-I can’t-”

“Cum for me, baby. Be a good girl and cum for me, yeah?”

Your second high was finally released, causing you to throw your head back, and making you breathlessly and mindlessly rub your clit against Chan’s hand searching for more friction. Exhausted, you laid your head against Chan’s broad shoulders while he continued caressing your body and kissing you.

“Look at the mess you made, baby,” Chan said while smirking against the back of your ear.

Looking down, you realized that you’d squirted from the overstimulation. Blushing, you tried removing yourself from Chan’s body. You failed when he pulled you back into his arms by your waist. Struggling to get away, you started whining while turning your head away from his eyes.

“Aww, is my baby shy because I made her squirt? Hmm?” Chan asked teasingly while moving your loose strands of hair from your face.

Nodding in agreement, you just looked down. Pulling your face by the jaw to look up at him, Chan demanded, “Look at me, and use your words, baby. There’s nothing to be shy about. It’s just me. Understood?”

“Yes, sir,” you said while looking up to meet his eyes, causing you to blush even more.

“Good girl,” Chan complimented you before flipping you under him.

You didn’t even realize what happened, just that Chan was hovering above you, cradling your head in between his arms and complimenting your beauty while continuously kissing your body beginning from the top.

“You’re so beautiful, baby. Don’t doubt my love for you,” a kiss to your throat.

“I’m sorry I can be such a shitty husband at times,” a kiss to each breast.

“I’m sorry I haven’t been here to help you around the house and with the kids,” a kiss to your stomach.

“I love you, you know that?” a kiss to your pelvis.

“There’s nothing I could do if you weren’t—”

“Chan…” you said while looking down and meeting his innocent eyes. “Can you just fuck me like you did when we were on our honeymoon?”

You saw a change in Chan’s eyes. The lust grew between the both of you.

“Your wish is my command, my beautiful queen,” Chan said before spreading your legs wide open.

Embarrassed, you tried closing your legs. It’d been too long.

“Aww, my poor baby is shy after asking me to fuck the soul out of her hmm? I don’t think so,” he said while spreading your legs again.

You couldn’t help but succumb to his actions while pushing your head into the pillows on the bed to hide your red face.

Chan slowly teased you while trying to make sure you were wet enough for him. After spreading your juices around with his cock, your patience was thinner than before. Not only was he teasing you, but your body couldn’t help but react to his cock lightly touching your clit with every stroke.

“Babe, stopppppp-” you whined before you felt Chan fully fill you up, causing you to lightly gasp.

It surprised you, but you liked the surprise. Chan was always full of surprises when you were in bed. He began slowly thrusting inside you, hitting your g spot while kissing your body. You threw your head back in even more pleasure. With being overstimulated and having already came twice, what more could you ask for?

Whispering sweet nothings into your ear, Chan began thrusting faster and faster. You began feeling your third orgasm build up. With a few yeses and a few gasps, Chan knew you were getting close and began rubbing your clit to help with the stimulation building up. You started gripping the bedsheets while your legs began trembling.

“Cum for me one last time, baby,” Chan encouraged you while thrusting harder and faster into your drenched cunt.

You wrapped your legs around his waist as he continued his ministrations.

“Chan-Chan!” you quietly screamed as you came. Your body convulsed, causing you to arch your back and throw your head back deeper into the pillows. Chan began kissing in between your breasts and holding your hips tightly against his as he came.

“Fu-Fuck, baby!” was all Chan could say before a stream of moans came following yours as he came inside you. His thrusts were strong and felt never-ending as his hands grabbed your hips even tighter. Those hands were definitely going to leave bruises for you to enjoy tomorrow.

As Chan came down from his high, he collapsed onto your body. His head was on your chest as you both slowly came down from your highs. Chan held you there, enveloping you in his massive arms while you held his head in your arms, rubbing his sweaty strands of hair away from his forehead and neck.

“Was that as good as the honeymoon, baby?” Chan asked cheekily while smiling.

“Hmm… I mean… I think it could’ve been better, but-”

“But what??” Chan pouted as he began lifting his head to look at you. “I’m definitely way more experienced now compared to when we first got married, you know? I don’t think-”

“I’m kidding, babe. Calm down,” you said while forcing his head back onto your chest.

After a few more moments of silence, Chan began speaking again.

“I’m sorry for not being here for you, baby-” he started.

“It’s fine, baby. We’ve both been busy and working isn’t helping much, but we’ve come so far, and-”

“No, Y/N. This isn’t okay, and I want you to know that I’m sorry for being so shitty as your husband. I wanna make you happy, baby. I’m really sorry I couldn’t be the husband I promised you when we got married,” Chan interrupted.

“It takes two to make a marriage fall apart, Chan. I should’ve let you know how I was feeling instead of holding it in as well. I’m sorry too, and I accept your apology since you’re so keen on me listening to your apology.”

Nuzzling closer into your chest, Chan whispered “good.”

You felt a bit uncomfortable as your bladder needed to release.

“Babe, can you move please?”

“Why?” Chan asked. Before you could answer, he remembered. “—Oh, because you need to pee. Here, let me take you.” Before you could muster any protest, Chan had already gotten up and pulled you by your ankles to the edge of the bed. With a small yelp from you, Chan pulled the rest of your legs toward him, turning you to your side to carry you bridal style toward the bathroom.

“What?” Chan asked while looking down at your red and sulky face.

“I could’ve done that myself,” you pouted with your arms around his neck.

“Too bad, baby. I’m your husband, and I’m gonna do everything to make you happy,” he smiled as he plopped you onto the toilet.

“Can you turn away?” you asked him as he stared at you like a lost puppy waiting for its owner.

“You’re just peeing, Y/N. It’s nothing big. It’s pretty normal for a human being to pee. Are you embarrassed? Cause if that’s the case, we need to—”

“Chan. I. Need. My. Privacy. Please,” you said sternly while staring at him dead in the eyes.

“I mean…I’ve seen everything already, but if that’s the case then I’ll just go,” he said longingly while taking his sweet time closing the door.

Feeling your pee come, you had enough of his shenanigans and threw a roll of toilet paper at him.

“Ha! You missed!” Chan yelled as he quickly shut the door to avoid any more objects being thrown at him.

After handling your business, you got up to wash your hands at the sink outside of the bathroom (sinks are usually outside of the toilet area in bigger houses). While washing your hands, Chan appeared behind you admiring your figure.

“Can you not look at me like that?” you asked.

“Why? This is all mine, why can’t I enjoy it, hmm?” he asked as he began pulling you into his embrace with your back against his chest.

“I don’t look young anymore, Chan. And if you haven’t figured, I’ve gained so much weight—”

“Hey, don’t say that, hmm? We’re both growing old, and we’re gonna gain weight and have hunchbacks one day. We’re not gonna stay young forever. That’s boring, yeah?” he asked you.

Chan had always been so sweet with you. Even when you would be angry, he’d give you words to calm you down and make you slightly happier than before. You both had small differences that filled each other’s cracks, and that’s what made you both click so well from the beginning.

“Okay,” you complied as he reached down toward your legs.

“What are you—Chan!”

“I’m fulfilling my husband duties,” Chan said as he picked you up bridal style and brought you to one of the guest bedrooms in the house.

“Where are we going?” you asked.

“You squirted on the bed, baby. We are not going to sleep on the soaked sheets, no matter how dirty we are while making love, I’d love to sleep on dry sheets for the night,” he teased.

“Oh shut up-” you said while slightly punching his shoulder.

With a chuckle, Chan opened the door to the guest room and turned on the lamp on one side of the bed.

While putting you down onto the bed, he pulled the sheets over your cuddling bare bodies. You started to feel cold and nuzzled closer into Chan’s chest, wanting more of his body heat against your body.

Today had worn you out. It was more ideal than anything you could ask for. Leave it to Chan to make you the happiest woman in the world. No one could ever top him. You knew he knew that as well.

“I love you, Y/N,” Chan whispered against your forehead.

“I love you too, Chan,” you whispered back.

“You’re everything I’m gonna need to live this life, baby. There’s nothing that can change the way I feel about you.”

“I know. You can’t live without me,” you teased him.

After a small giggle fit, he pulled you even closer to his body while quietly agreeing, “I know. That’s why I always come home to you. You’re my safe haven when I have hard times. You see my bad sides and still love me. I love you so much, Y/N. Thank you for loving me.”

“Thank you for loving me too, Chan,” you kissed against his lips.

“You’re so beautiful, you know? There’s no one who can turn me on like you. Not just that, but every time I see you smile, it makes me feel like a little kindergartener seeing his crush every morning at school. And, you make me feel so loved and safe when I come home. Thank you for everything, Y/N. You’re literally the woman I’ve always needed in my life. I just love everything about you. I—” Chan blabbered as he cut himself off while looking down at you.

You had fallen asleep after thanking Chan--before he started blabbering. Smiling to himself, he brushed the piece of hair that was creeping up against the side of your face-threatening to cover your eyes. Kissing your forehead one last time, he whispered another “I love you” before fixing himself to sleep as well.

Author’s Note: This is part three guys! I hope you guys like it! It’s my first time writing smut, so forgive me if it’s kind of different :/. Anyways, let me know if you guys liked it! I’ll be making a part four, and it might be the last part of this series! Thank you for the few of you who read these! Feel free to send constructive criticism babes!

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mimzy-writing-online · 3 years

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Hello. I had a question regarding your post about blind characters. I have a character in my WIP that must cover their eyes.. but it’s blind. He may need to tell people he is blind to explain why he covers his eyes though. I was wondering how I might write this character without offending. Thank you :)

I think I want to start by explaining the “covering blind eyes” trope and why it has become a harmful trope. I think understanding why it’s hurtful helps everyone learn how to handle it better.

I would guess that the “blind people wear sunglasses” trope comes from Hollywood for the specific reason of 1. wanting to signal to the audience that the character is obviously blind and 2. avoid breaking the suspension of disbelief by preventing the audience from catching the sighted actor look at visual stimuli (because disabled characters are almost always played by able actors).

But this changed the way the public expects to experience blindness. If watching a sighted actor wear sunglasses and say he’s blind is all the exposure to the blind community a person has had, that’s the only model of blindness they’ll recognize. If they meet a blind person in real life who doesn’t wear sunglasses, it’s going to break this built perception and cause an uncomfortable cognitive dissonance.

And then there is the common “cloudy-white blank gaze” that pops up in media. It stems from the fact that cataracts is the most common cause of blindness and the appearance of severe cataracts is a cloudy film in the eyes obscuring the iris and pupil. It can also alter what color a person’s eyes appears to be, making them appear paler and grey in the beginning and then as the cataract advances it becomes more yellow/brown and alters a person’s vision to appear more yellow tinted.

There are lots of other eye conditions that makes the eyes look visibly different. Albinism for instance affects the color and structure of the iris. Eyes might be congenitally misshapen. The muscles might be weak or not work and one or both eyes point significantly outward. Someone who was born blind and experienced no visual stimuli might also have weak muscles around their eyes because they never had a reason to focus their eyes on anything.

And unfortunately humans have the habit of feeling uncomfortable when they meet someone who looks very obviously different from the norm, whether that’s a personal style choice (hair color and style, tattoos, clothing choices) or something they can’t help (a visible disability, skin color, scars).

To the paragraph above, @gothhabiba replied with: “it's very weird & ahistorical to claim that racism or ableism are some kind of natural "human" trait.. like frankly it's apologia”

You’re right, I wasn’t thinking beyond that generalization or assumption.

Perhaps a better way to put it is: I was raised in a society where I was taught from childhood to think that there was only one kind of human being to be. White, cis, straight, abled, conservative. That’s a very western thing and that’s a thing I’m going to constantly be unlearning.

Racism and ableism and homophobia aren’t innate, that’s a western thing that was forced onto the rest of the world by colonialism. And because western media created this idea that the world is white, abled, cis, straight, and Christian-value leaning, it taught people to think that was the norm so that seeing someone different from that archetype would cause a cognitive dissonance, which causes discomfort.

And instead of working past that cognitive dissonance to learn more and realize there’s so much more to life than media taught you, society encourages you to ignore that cognitive dissonance by sticking your head in the sand-- or TV screen.

So combine these two tropes or common beliefs together and you get something a little dangerous: the idea that blind people cover their eyes because they look obviously different and they’re ashamed (or should be ashamed) of that.

And if you’re someone who’s just gone blind or who was born blind and you have little to no contact with the blind community, then this societal belief that you should be ashamed of how your eyes look becomes detrimental to your self-esteem and further builds internalized ableism.

I’ve lost count of the times I’ve read or watched a blind character cover their eyes with sunglasses because they were ashamed of how their eyes looked. And I distinctly remember a few times where a sighted friend of the character was trying to convince them to stop wearing sunglasses because there’s nothing wrong with looking different--which is true, but it plays into this fantasy of being the perfect abled ally who saves the blind character from being miserable.

In an ideal world, the character has no reason to believe looking different is a bad thing or diminishes their worth or makes people dislike them. And if they develop this belief, it’s more likely that someone more involved in the disabled community, most likely someone disabled themselves, will set them straight. Or that the character will learn to accept themselves on their own, looks included.

But there are some perfectly valid reasons for any blind person to wear sunglasses. They might have an interest in fashion and sunglasses complete the look they’re going for. They could want to protect their eyes from UV rays while they’re outside. They may experience light sensitivity and sunglasses reduces any discomfort or pain. Those are incredibly common reasons to wear sunglasses whether you’re sighted or blind.

But there are some more complicated situations.

In your words, your character must cover his eyes. You never specified why, so my primary guess is that he has some kind of power that is unpleasant or has devastating affects and the only way to prevent it is to keep his eyes covered. My primary guess stems from this post where an anon and I discussed a retelling of Medusa, a hypothetical blinding of oneself to avoid ever killing anyone ever again, and what I think I would do if I was in that scenario.

So how do you write a blind character who must cover their eyes and avoid some of the complications?

1. Your character must always have the ability to say “fuck off, it’s my business, I don’t have to tell you why I’m blind or why I cover my eyes.”

Most blind people really, really don’t want to get into the nitty-gritty of why they’re blind and how they feel about it and what it’s like being blind with a stranger they’ll never see again or a new acquaintance they don’t know well yet. You have exceptions to that rule where sure, educating the public about blindness is a thing you want to do and you’re committed to helping your community, but I still have days where I don’t want to talk about being blind or disclose my medical crap.

And if someone doesn’t respect their right to their privacy or pushes too much, the blind character is allowed to be angry, is allowed to tell them off and complain without anyone else in the situation vilifying them or saying they’re “overreacting” and “should have just disclosed private information because big deal or whatever.” If they are angry, that’s their right, and it’s not unreasonable, it doesn’t make them a bad person.

2. Your character should not be ashamed of being blind or of covering their eyes. It is a part of their life, they’re used to it by now, even if they weren’t in the beginning.

The shame and internalized ableism is something that should be written about, but that’s for an own-voices story with a blind author. I don’t think an abled person will ever be able to understand how much society expects you to hate yourself and your disability because “being disabled is a tragic thing that ruins your life” and how that does affect your mental health, self esteem, your relationships with others, your medical care, and what kind of accommodations you can get.

3. It wouldn’t hurt to have a few sarcastic lines in response to uncomfortable conversations.

Stranger: so what’s with the...

Blind Character: what’s with what?

S: the... you know

BC: you’re gonna have to be a bit more specific

S: Your eyes?

BC: They’re... eyes

S: but you’re...

BC: Blind?

S: uh...

BC: yeah, I’m blind. *walks away*

Or this conversation:

S: *to some other character* so why are his eyes covered?

(author’s note: which, honestly, that’s fucking rude. At least have the guts to ask me yourself)

BC: If I look anyone in the eye they instantly perish.

*awkward silence*

BC: instantly.

Friend: It’s truly tragic

BC: *melancholic* that’s how I lost my sister. *chokes up* She was so young

Or this conversation:

S: Why are you wearing that?

BC: It’s called fashion Karen!

Or this conversation:

S: are you like... blind?

BC: yes?? why wouldn’t I be?? Wait, are you sighted? Are you one of those sighted people? You poor thing! What caused you to gain your sight? Do you have a car? A bike? Were you born sighted? What’s it like to see color? Do you miss not having to see

God, I want a chance to try that last one. I haven’t interacted with a stranger in almost a year. One day...

4. Honestly, it’d also be cool if someone’s reaction to your character covering their eyes was like, “cool sunglasses,” or “cool *insert random character, even one you made up* cosplay,” (which is ten times funnier if this character is a notable figure in modern society like an actor who people might cosplay).

5. You know, if he’s covering his eyes with some kind of blindfold, he should totally have custom blindfolds for his moods. Like, I have a mask that says “suck it up buttercup” and another that says “not today” because sometimes that’s the mood. And sometimes the mood is one of my floral masks, and sometimes the mood is my cat mask.

So, just some thoughts. I hope that helps.

Edit: a commenter said: “op, unless i'm mistaken this kind of reads like anon meant the character ISN'T blind but lies about being blind to explain covering their eyes? it seems like they made a typo on the word "isn't"”

So my original response to the question was based on the assumption that the character is blind. However,

If the character is not blind, then do not under any circumstances have them lie and say they’re blind to escape a mild inconvenience.

It’s better to have the character actually explain the situation or straight up leave the conversation or invent a more ridiculous lie than to perpetuate the very real stereotype and misconception that there are people who fake being blind and therefore it’s okay to discriminate or harass them if you even suspect they’re faking.

Do not under any circumstances perpetuate that stereotype. Do not harass someone because you don’t think they’re blind enough.

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horansqueen · 3 years

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okay, so I have this scenario in my mind that I keep thinking about and I think it would be great smut 💦💦 so could you please write this in more detail?? 💦💦💦

Imagine: y/n swimming in a small bikini while Niall sits sunbathing watching her. She keeps teasing him and even takes off her top. Niall gets hard and to teach her a lesson he gets up and pulls her out of the pool. He lays her down on his lap to spank her and after that, he fucks her so hard the neighbors could almost hear her moans.

But before he could finish he pulls out and turns her around so she's on her knees, he facefucks her while she plays with herself with one hand. He sees and immediately gets even more turned on and lays her back on the chair, he slowly enters her and she moans loud in pleasure

hi!!! i changed a few things but i think i kept the most important ones! i personally think it sucks for real but im posting because its written so i may as well :P

1.9k. smut smut smut. Niall’s POV.

I couldn't stop watching her. It didn't matter how long we had been dating, she was still turning me on like the very first time we had sex, and it was new to me. Perhaps I had never been in love before but I knew this time, it was the real thing. I wanted to spend time with her and make plans with her for the future and that in itself was something I had never wanted before.

"Niall!"

I looked up at her, moving my sunglasses on my head before taking a sip of my beer. She swam closer to the edge of the pool and placed her arms on the side, sending me a big smile. I loved the way her wet hair stuck to her arms and I crossed my ankles, leaning my back against my chair slightly, still staring at her.

"Don't you want to come swim with me?"

"Maybe later, Y/N." I proposed with a small smile. "I'm a bit tired."

"Please, Nee, for me." she begged, sending me puppy eyes and making me chuckle.

"Later, babe."

She frowned for a second but her lips curled into a cheeky smile as she took a step back. "I think you should join me now."

I held my breath when she moved both her hands behind her back and my eyes remained on her chest until the top of her bathing suit fell on the water. I stared at her breasts now completely free as her top floated away in the pool. Her nipples were poking and I could see goosebumps on her skin because of the coldness of the water. She took an other step back and I almost choked on my own spit when she pushed water on her, making her nipples even harder than they already were.

I moved my upper body slightly closer as I felt my cock swell in my shorts, letting out a curse word under my breath. She knew what she was doing, and all that teasing was making my heart race and thump against my chest.

"So?"

"Get out of the pool." I quickly ordered roughly.

"What?"

"Ya heard me."

We stared in each other's eyes for a few seconds and finally, she started nibbling on her bottom lip and nodded. I watched her reach the side of the pool and pull herself out, water dripping from her legs down to the ground, and I made a quick head movement. She didn't wait, she just moved closer and when I could reach her, I pulled her on my lap. My eyes fell on her breasts again as I triedto resist the urge inside that made me want to run my tongue all over them and when I looked up, she was smirking at me, satisfied of the effect she had on me.

"You think it's funny?" I asked in a stoic tone.

Her smile fell and her lips parted as I waited for her answer. After a while, she shook her head but I pushed on her back, turning her body and feeling it slide on my thighs. I heard her whimper, a bit surprised by how rough I was, and I noticed she was holding herself with her hands on the ground as her ass was placed on my lap. I ran my hand on it slowly before slipping my hand between her legs. I pulled the fabric of her bathing suit to the side before pushing a finger inside her and smiled when she started squirming.

"You like teasing me? That deserves a lesson, don't you think, darling?"

Without waiting for her answer, I pulled her bottom down, exposing her ass, and spanked her hard. She whimpered and wiggled on my lap, making me smile. I slapped her ass again a few times, hard enough to leave a red hand print on her butt. I smirked more, caressing the sensitive spot a few times before spanking her one last time.

"Fuck, petal, can you feel how bad you turn me on?" I whispered, pulling on her bathing suit before throwing it away.

My eyes roamed on her naked form for a few seconds and I let one of my hands slide on her back and move to one of her breasts, grabbing it and making her whimper again.

"That's what you wanted, right?" I squeezed one of her hard nipples between two of my fingers and groaned low. "Come on, sit on me."

Slowly, she got up and pushed her dark hair behind her shoulders as she stood naked in front of me. I moved closer, letting my hands slide gently on her naked legs and thighs before gripping her waist and pulling her closer again. She straddled me and I quickly brought my mouth to one of her breasts, wrapping my lips around her nipple before feeling her hands in my hair.

"Take my cock out, pet. Sit on it and ride me."

She did exactly what I asked and I loved how obedient she was. It always made my cock even harder. I leaned against the chair and watched her move up and down on my cock very slowly as she held herself on the arm of the chair while passing her other hand in her hair. The sight was amazing and I let one of my hands slip on her thigh until I reached her pussy. I started rubbing her clit with my thumb and she moved faster over me, letting out a moan as her head fell back on her shoulders.

"Don't stop baby."

I reached down to grab my beer waiting next to my chair on the ground and brought it to my lips, my eyes never leaving my girlfriend's body. There was no way I would miss a move, a whimper or a facial expression. My thumb rubbed her clit faster and I could hear how wet she was. She started grinding against my hand and when I felt myself getting close, I stopped her and took a sip of my beer before putting it away again.

I got up too and gripped her hair hard, making her moan again and I didn't have to say anything. Slowly, she moved on her knees, using her towel to make sure she didn't hurt herself, and opened her mouth when I brought my hips closer.

"Good girl." I whispered again. "You're just craving my cock right now, aren't you?"

She didn't answer and I didn't give her time to do anything. Quickly, I pushed my cock on her mouth, holding her head close to me. I heard her gag and pulled away as she swallowed but she opened her lips against, making my lips curl in a smirk.

"So fucking needy, you're such a little slut, pet, I fucking love it." I added, tapping the tip of my dick against her tongue after she stuck it out. "Beg me to fuck your mouth."

"Mm please, please fuck my mouth, make me choke on your cock."

My grip tightened in her hair and I pushed my cock again in her mouth before pulling it out. Hearing her choke and gag on it a few times as I did that turned me on even more but she got used to it after a while and I started fucking her mouth harder and faster. It's only when my gaze dropped that I noticed her hand between her legs. She was sitting on her feet, her knees far apart while she rubbed two of her fingers on her clit, sometimes making them glide on her slit and pushing them inside her dripping pussy. I started seeing black spots and I knew I was about to cum. I took a step back and she let out a whimper that also sounded like a whine.

"Bet you're dripping right now petal, aren't you?"

She nodded quickly and I moved back closer, bending down to reach between her legs. I felt my cock twitch when I realized how wet she was and brought my hand to my tip, rubbing her juice slowly on it.

"Always so ready for me." I pointed out, looking at her. "Sit on the chair."

Once again, she got up and did what I told her to do, bringing her feet on the chair to expose her pussy to me. I could see her wetness all over her thighs and down her ass and I started at it as I jerked off slowly.

"You think you can keep quiet petal?"

"Mm, maybe?"

I chuckled and bend down a bit. "That means no."

I pushed myself inside her as she leaned her head on the back of the chair. My knees started hurting a bit but I couldn't stop pushing myself deeply inside her. She felt fucking amazing and I could feel her throb around my dick, squeezing it between her walls from time to time.

"Oh my god, Niall..." she moaned, gripping the arms of the chair so hard that her hands turned red. "Oh fuck!"

I brought my hand to her mouth, pushing my palm against it, and started fucking her as hard as I could, pushing her against the chair with every jerk of my body against hers.

"You're so fucking horny you can't keep quiet.. Can't let the neighbors hear now can we?" I whispered as her eyes fluttered open to look in mine. "You're gonna cum on my cock, darling, I want you to soak it."

It only took a few seconds until I saw her shake and felt her cum. Her eyes shut tight and one of her hands reached for my wrist as I pressed my hand more on her mouth. Her moans were muffled by it but I could still hear how hard she came and it quickly brought me to reach my own peak.

I pulled out and realized I had already started cumming as the rest of my cum landed all over her pussy. She let out a curse word in a low tone but I couldn't take my eyes off of the vestige of my orgasm dripping out of her pussy and sliding down to her ass. It covered almost all of her pussy and it made me reach for my dick again, squeezing it slightly and breathing in through my teeth.

"You're so fucking hot, I hope you know that."

I brought my hand closer and rubbed her clit for a few seconds before pushing one of my fingers inside her, bringing out more of my cum.

"You made me cum so hard." she admitted in a low whimper, making me look up at her.

She moved closer and cupped my face with her hands, bringing her lips against mine to kiss me slowly but deeply. The feeling of her mouth against mine made something stir in my stomach and my hands reached for her thighs as I caressed them gently.

"I love you." I murmured against her mouth. "I can never get enough of you."

She smiled and chuckled, nibbling on her bottom lip. "I hope you never do."

#niall horan #niall horan smut #niall horan blurb #niall horan oneshot #niall horan smut oneshot #niall horan smut blurb #my blurbs #my fanfics #blurbs #i hope this is good enough tbh

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seokahwrites · 3 years

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NUISANCE | chapter 2 (or, i hate him so much my heart skipped a beat)

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pairing.

| lawyer! jeon jungkook x lawyer! reader

summary.

| all you wished for was a relaxing two weeks in a big ass boat eating some big ass shrimps, away from the real world. but instead you’re stuck with your arch rival with no means of escape — and goddamit why does the bastard smell so good.

tags.

| 2 BROOKLYN 99 REFERENCES TELL ME IF U CATCH THEM; paragraphs dedicated to jungkooks back muscles; im so sorry like a few parts were really thirsty; but there’s a very sweet paragraph dedicated to jungkook’s smile; reader and jungkook bonding???; jealous reader; smug jungkook; love sounds like hate; a lot of plot convenience if you haven’t noticed

a/n.

| hello everyone! first off THANK U FOR THE MASSIVE SUPPORT ILY. i feel like this could’ve been better but i’m not sure how. but no they’re not moving too fast bc… well 😃😃 also i’m planning on writing more serious pieces after this series even though i’ve barely started :P anyways, i hope u all have an amazing day lots of love

“What kind of neanderthal doesn’t go outside for two days?

Jungkook asks through the open bathroom door as he’s sitting on his couch, your mouth still too foamy and minty to give him a quick-witted answer.

You spit into the sink and glare at him through the mirror, “I was being productive and I cooked horrible food all day,” you splash water on your face and pause at the door frame on your way out, “Unlike some people that spend their hours hunting for their next prey.”

You don’t stick around to watch the way he rolls his eyes, walking over to your bed to grab the orange wrap skirt and white top for today’s outfit. But you couldn’t really put it on since someone was still in the room.

There isn’t an inkling of a thought in Jungkook’s doe eyes, the time it was taking for him to get a hint was more than enough for you to pass your eyes over his black tank top, stinky green shorts and dark sandals. How did he look better than you in a tank top? Fuck him. Wait, no he doesn’t. Still, fuck Jungkook.

Once your eyes are back on him, the fiend has a shit-eating grin on his face as if he’d just caught you red-handed in the middle of a dirty sin — you were just judging him.

You raise your eyebrows in an attempt to maintain your composure, “Well?” And wave the clothes in your hands to help him understand the situation.

No sound comes from the ‘Oh’ of his lips, his small brain finally coming to terms with reality. But just before he heads out the door, “We’re having lunch at the deck,” and he doesn’t wait for an answer, slamming the door behind him.

Who the hell did he think he was?

Now, you didn't have to go along with Jungkook’s plan — hell, it was probably the last thing you wanted. However, does going to the rooftop deck to have a nice lunch and a-little-too-early drinks really sound like a bad idea?

And the answer to that question is what led you to pulling your clothes over your head and reassuring nobody but yourself that, “I’m only going because of the fucking food,” cursing Jungkook here and there too, of course.

Just before heading off, you grab the cruise’s complementary sun hat, a long string of pastel beads for your neck and your favorite pair of sunglasses — not that you were going to use them for more than keeping your hair away from your face anyways.

Breathe in, Y/N.

You’re out the door, “I’m ready.”

Your exposed skin stings as you feel Jungkook’s eyes go from your leg exposed from the slit of your skirt, to your fluttering stomach and slowly — as if he didn’t want to miss a single detail — up, up, up, until his gaze meets yours. And that look is back, the one he’s only ever used whenever he couldn’t hide what he truly felt for you: aversion.

Yet, instead of the slander you were expecting, Jungkook does nothing but shake away whatever was on his mind and lock the door. Beep, And he goes the entire way to the elevator without uttering a single word.

Still, even if the silence was deafening you don't make much of a fuss, only observing Jungkook’s silent figure as he stared ahead and around anywhere he wouldn't have to meet your eyes.

He was a pain in the ass even when he wasn't speaking.

Ding.

You’re the first to exit, part because you were excited to get a breath of fresh ocean air and part because you couldn’t stand whatever the hell was happening in the elevator.

There were half naked people everywhere, kids running around and chasing after each other through the zig zag of chairs and tables. From the wooden floor to the samples of blue and yellow on the umbrellas, cups and slides, the view was the very core of vacation.

Jungkook suddenly stands before your wide eyes and takes you by the wrist, taking the lead as he shoves his way to the stairs that lead to the highly-expected rooftop restaurant, the place safely guarded on the opposite side of all the commotion.

As your sandals flip-flopped against the wooden stairs, you start to see a flood of blue and beige chaise lounges, white coffee tables centered in the space of each one and the alabaster bar surrounded by people in all sorts of summer attire. Maybe Jungkook was onto something.

Speaking of, he grabs your shoulders — ruining the view as always — and pushes you down the first empty couch he finds. “Stay here, I’ll get us some food.”

You don't fight him on it, deciding to just let the sea breeze caress your face, closing your eyes and taking it all in. Things were nice.

That is until you look at the entrance and see Jungkook talking to the same raven-haired girl from yesterday. The sight bothers you and you can’t quite put your finger on as to why, perhaps it was because he could’ve at least had the fucking decency to not hit on people while he was ordering your food. God. Only he could put a stain to an otherwise perfect morning.

And you could’ve looked away, but just as a bee is attracted to pollen or a driver is allured with the sight of a car crash, you simply couldn’t — not that you were attracted or allured to Jungkook in any way, though.

The woman’s cotton cover up flowed with her hand as she playfully hit Jungkook on the arm. You envy her, you’d never touched an implant before. Jungkook crosses his arms at this movement, probably thinking his biceps were going to pop out even more. Your body threatens to convulse in second hand embarrassment.

But the lovebirds are interrupted when the cashier calls out for Jungkook, his order ready and trayed up. You look away and could only hope it was just in time for none of them to notice that you were ogling, but Jungkook’s mystery girl catches your stare and her angelic smile dissipates in front of your eyes. Chills, literal chills.

You feign surprise when Jungkook sits beside you, placing the tray of colorful drinks and drool-worthy pasta on the table with a clang.

“I hope the mimosas are a good enough treat for your highness,” he bows his head.

You can’t repress your squeal nor your smile as the glass meets your lips and you have a real summer drink for the first time in forever, the girl’s glare fading with every sip you take. Jungkook simply watches, amused when you down half of the drink in one go.

You’re content, only with a simple worry in your mind. “What time is it?”

Luckily Jungkook had brought a watch on his wrist, your phones long forgotten on the nightstand, “One something,” he grabbed both plates, handing over yours, “Why? Gotta run away from me again?”

You try to scoop as much chicken, sauce and pasta as you can twirl on your fork, practically salivating once you're munching down the food. “As a matter of fact, I do.”

Jungkook crosses a leg over the other as he eats the chicken from his own plate, “What are you up to today?”

Huh. You asked yourself the same thing. “I actually have no idea,” you admit, “I just saw the words massage and wine and thought ‘I have to go’.”

“Of course,” and he doesn’t sound the least bit surprised — or judgemental, at that. “You did the same exact thing at the last firm getaway.”

Your hand flies to your mouth, “Oh, God. Why would you remind me,” Jungkook is slapping his knee at a miserable attempt of stifling his laughter, “Nothing will ever compare to the misery of being surrounded by a bunch of sobbing tipsy widows.”

His laugh only booms alive and you try to convince yourself that it scratches your ears, but it doesn’t and you find yourself giggling as well. What the hell was in that mimosa?

“God, youre such a fucking idiot.”

“Lower your voice, boozer,” you slap his thigh — hurting you much more than him — and catch a few glares in your direction.

Jungkook drinks his entire glass, “Eh, screw them,” not sparing a second thought to the strangers, “Are you heading to the fifth floor again?”

The alfredo pasta in your plate has been reduced to nothing, “Yeah, why?”

“I’m heading that way too.”

You snort — you know, like a wild boar. “Gonna meet up with yesterday’s catch?”

He has a conceited smile on his face and you fear the next words to come out his mouth, “Maybe,” he places his plate on his lap and leans closer to you, his breath tickling your ear, “Jealous much?”

Scoff.

You push him away, drinking the rest of your orange juice. Scoff (again). You’ve never met someone so egotistical. How dare he?

“Don’t act like being seduced by an incubus like you is such a big deal,” you hope to poison him with your words but he only bites down a sweet smile, “And it’s not like she’s seen anything that I haven’t in the past two nights.”

Goddammit, Y/N. Where the fuck did that come from?

Jungkook drapes an arm over the couch, “Someone’s been enjoying the view.”

You try your best to scowl at the demon, but when your eyes accidentally tarry on Jungkook’s collarbones and arms — why is it always the fucking arms? — for a few moments too long, red paints your cheeks instead and you simply fiddle with your empty glass.

Jungkook’s victory weighs heavy on the lifted corners of his lips as you wait for him to finish the rest of his food — he ate like a five year old.

“This is where I leave you, I guess.”

The walk to the fifth floor was a quick one, you and Jungkook standing in front of the familiar entrance, that same chalkboard from yesterday scribbled with roses this time.

A woman is the one welcoming you at the door today, the same list and my-boss-forced-me-to smile on her face, just like yesterday’s guy.

“Ms. L/N,” she calls out as you and Jungkook come closer, “You must be the last couple to join us today!”

She manages to sneak her way behind you, pushing both of you into the dim room before her words could even reach your eardrums. Did she say couple?

Jungkook attempts to correct her, “I’m just here to drop her off—,” to no avail.

The woman has a menacing smile and look to her eyes that shuts the both of you right up, “The first activity was just about to start,” she rushes to the exit and shuts the door, but not before a friendly, “Have fun!”

Was this cruise actually full of psychos?

You and Jungkook are frozen in place, only noticing the handful of couples sitting on the floor, the petals spread across the room and romantic candles sticking out the walls, a moment too late.

“Welcome! Welcome!” An elderly woman approaches you, her short hair wrapped in a pink bandana, the boho print matching the rest of her clothes and chunky jewelry, “I’m Hattie, your instructor. Why don’t you two sit down so we can start?”

Though you're both in shock, none of you attempt to make an escape, taking quick but hesitant steps to the last empty space in the back. A flustered Jungkook is the first to talk once you’re sat down, “What the fuck, Y/N?”

Hattie seemed to have been saying something when Jungkook whispered a tad too loud, both of you putting on a smile when she looked. “I have no idea what’s happening either,” you grit through your teeth,

Once she looks away, you and Jungkook take a breather.

“I legit didn't see anything about onboard couple’s therapy, I was really tired,” you rub between your brows, “You can go, Jungkook,” your head gestures to the sealed exit, “I can take the embarrassment. Plus, that’s kind of the whole point.

“But that guard lady locked us in here,” his fading hope is visible in the way he buries his head in his hands, seemingly forgetting who he was with when he asks, “Am I really stuck here with Y/N?”

Are you fucking kidding me. You can’t believe you were empathetic with the monster for even a second. “Don’t be over dramatic, it’s only until six.”

His shock takes over his hands and the volume of his voice when he hits his legs, “WE’RE GOING TO BE HERE FOR FOUR HOURS?”

The murmurs and whatever that instructor was saying, are quickly silenced.

“We’re sorry,” you apologise on his behalf as he struggles with reality, “Please, continue.”

She coughs and puts back that old lady smile of hers, clasping her hands together, “As I was saying, we have three tasks ahead of us,” she puts up a finger for each one she lists, “A loving touch, a loving conversation and a loving drink.”

Her voice is drowned out by your dread, your eyes glancing at the couples holding hands and touching, whispering what were surely forbidden secrets into each other’s ears, the candle wax melting and falling in a picturesque way and how the music was crispy to the ears. It was all so… romantic.

And then there were you two idiots that stuck out amidst the crowd, both awkward yet number one is redder than the roses and number two was sweating like a hog. I’ll let you decide which is which.

Hattie’s words are what bring you back to the present, “For us to loosen up, we will begin with the loving touch session,” please say massage, “Each couple should head up to their respective massage rooms.”

At last, the sun is found in the storm.

You follow with an excited sway when Hattie finally comes to bring you to your room. She closes the door behind her with an, “Enjoy!”

A masseur is waiting on the opposite side of the massage bed with welcome arms, “Good afternoon, Mr. and Ms. L/N.”

Jungkook raises his hand, “I’m actually Jeon, she’s the only—.”

“My mistake, Mr. and Ms. Jeon,” Goddamit, Jungkook can’t you say anything helpful for once? “Which one of you will be massaged first?”

You practically leap to grab the robe in his hand before Jungkook could steal the chance, pointing to the jade door, “Is this the changing room?.”

The man nods, a little taken aback from your excitement.

You're out of your clothes and in the backwards robe in the blink of an eye, laid down on the bed in less than a minute, your head now resting on the top of your crossed arms.

“So, Mr. Jeon,” you feel a cold oil drizzle over your back, experienced hands spreading it across your back, “You’ll be placing your hands—,” wait, where did they go, “— right here.”

And just like that Jeon Jungkook’s hands were on your bare back, the concept of a loving touch finally flickering in your mind. His hands were a little more rough and shakier than you would’ve imagined.

Why was that going through your mind?

You should’ve been wishing death on him, yourself and everybody else in the boat, shouldn’t you?

“A loving touch is all about, not only a physical connection but really feeling your partner’s body, go ahead.”

Jungkook, being the pet he was, followed his orders and he did it a little too well, he slowly moved his hands from the knots on your shoulders to the very low of your back and you’d be lying to yourself if you said it felt horrible.

“It’s connecting on a whole new physical level with the other,” Jungkook’s hands travel to the dimples of your spine and linger for a moment too long, but they quickly come back up and focus on the crevices of your neck instead, each movement seemingly aiming for all of your stiff muscles.

Not too bad at all.

The masseur’s philosophical rant about touch and love is completely ignored, your mind hyper focused on every inch of skin Jungkook set his fingers on, his hands sailing further down the sides of your body, the extra attention he pays to your waist not unnoticed.

“Fuck.”

Indeed.

Oh, God. What did you just say?

No, no, no.

Perhaps it was just low enough for nobody to hear it—

“I guess that means you should switch now,” the masseur chuckles with a cringed tone.

It was not.

You prop yourself up and look at Jungkook who you could only hope wasn’t laughing at you, your eyes glassy and pleading for something unclear.

And the bastard was snickering, looking in no direction in particular with a blush to his cheeks and a mocking, lip-biting chuckle on his face.

Once you’re up and standing, it quickly dawns on you that it’s Jungkook's turn. Meaning you had to touch Jungkook and massage Jungkook and touch Jungkook.

The world did hate you.

Jungkook realises he was taking too long and mutters a quick, “Uh,” before pulling his top over his head and you shut your eyes — weren’t you Ms. Jeon, though?

The masseur has to call out your name for you to open them back up again, Jungkook laid on the bed with his head on top of his arms.

“I suppose you know what to do, Miss,” the man smiles.

“Yeah, Y/N,” he exhaled and you can hear his smug, “You know what to do.”

The square footage of Jungkook’s back intimidated you the tiniest bit now that it was splayed out before you, you must admit. Still, you place gentle hands on his back and you’ve confirmed once and for all that those bumps were indeed not from a disease but muscles. Rock hard muscles.

You don’t even remember you had to repay him the favor of embarrassing you — because yes, it was his fault — as you get lost in every dip and fold of his skin, your fingers moving on pure intuition.

The curve of his back, the ridges of his shoulders and the little jolts on the surface of his skin, you could feel all of it.

A hand to your wrist jolts you awake, Jungkook stirring with a glaze to his eyes as you both look up at the masseur, “It’s time for your next activity, Miss.”

Oh, God. What just happened?

You cough and don’t bother to excuse yourself as you leave the room, Jungkook grabbing your forgotten clothes and putting on his robe as he follows behind you.

You try to shake away the burning that creeps it’s way to your fingertips and cheeks as you sit back down on the floor. But it doesn’t work, your sweaty palms joining the party instead. Great. Just great.

Hattie’s voice saves the day, “I hope we’re all relaxed and ready to converse with our partners,” not at all, “If you could all just face each other, cross your legs and hold hands. This intimacy is important when facing important feelings and questions with your partner.”

As if Jungkook slathering oil on you like you were a nice roast chicken wasn't enough, now you had to hold hands with him. Is death still an option?

You’re facing each other, Jungkook’s palms up, “Shall we?”

Uneasiness settles in your stomach, a feeling you’ve never felt with Jungkook before. Sure, you’ve felt judged or uncomfortable but never truly uneasy. Maybe it was just your body reacting to the physical trauma you had to endure.

You nod.

“You know,” Jungkook seems to still be waking up, “You’re not too bad with your hands,” and he laughs.

But it’s a welcome sound that unbundles your nerves in the most peculiar way, your own smile coming back. “You’re not shabby either.”

“I could tell—.”

“I suppose you honeymooners didn’t hear my explanation,” None of you bother to correct her anymore as she places a deck of cards between you, “But all you need to do is pick a card in turn and answer the question. Don’t forget to look into each other’s eyes,” she winks and stands up, making her way to the front of the crowd.

“I guess this is when we start asking each other the questions,” the cringe in your tone is all that rasps your ears as you hold hands… with Jungkook.

“Go ahead,” his head points to the pile of cards in front of you but his eyes only look at Hattie and the way she seemed to ignore every other couple in the room except the both of you.

You breathe in as deep as you can, your hand grabbing the first question, your uncontrollable blush heating up tenfold when you realise this was probably even more intimate than the event-that-shall-not-be-named that occurred in the massage room.

Your mouth stumbles before properly saying, “How long have you been together?”

But Jungkook doesn’t seem as embarrassed as you, the same tint painted on his cheeks but he manages to laugh all the same, your chuckles joining his.

“I’d say about two years?”

Sly bastard. “I’d say two years too.”

He’s the next to grab a card, placing both of your hands on his left one before reaching.

“This is a great one,” he snorts, putting on a serious face when he replaces the card with your hand, “Are there any issues you’d like to bring up?”

You throw your head back just like the exorcist girl, and cackle— were you okay?. “Well, where should I start?”

This was actually kind of fun.

“Okay, but let’s be real for a moment,” he lightly squeezes your hands, “What is your issue with me?”

Or, maybe not.

“Well,” you curse at the old woman for putting you this close, your eyes left with close to no space to avoid Jungkook’s, “There’s just this way you look at me.”

Your gaze is back on the confused boy, the furrow between his brows strong enough to be considered a wifi connection. “What are you talking about?”

“Like—,” you try to come up with some way to explain, “—The first time we met, right? It’s like, you just go silent for a few seconds and literally look through my soul. It makes me feel like I murdered your entire family.”

Jungkook’s eyes grew wide with every word you spouted, the flush on his cheeks practically steaming from his skin.

Did he seriously not know? Oh, well.

“I’m just gonna go ahead and grab the next one,” you say to the top of Jungkook’s head since his face was pointed to his lap.

“Oh, God,” you squeeze Jungkook’s hands with a little more force than necessary, but at least it makes him look up, “You ready?”

Nod.

“What do you love most about your partner?”

Now that was a real couples’ therapy question. Great job, Hattie.

“I think you should answer this one,” you seem to state the obvious, “Since I was the only person to answer the last question.”

Jungkook’s shoulders fall from their perfect posture, “Fine.”

His eyes have that same glint you mentioned before as he scans you up and down. Was that the fifth time today? New record, guys.

“I guess,” he purses his lips with a slight smile, “She always knows how to make a moment memorable. Oh?

Your palms were sweating once again and you wouldn’t have taken note of it if you weren’t holding Jungkook’s goddamn hands at the moment. Why you of all people?

“Coming of a little strong, partner,” the nervousness in your giggly tone ever the obvious thing.

A small smile, “What about you?”

Oh, right. You needed to answer.

It wasn’t like you were an actual couple, “Uh—,” but why is the air between you so thick?

You struggle to find an answer and decide to go with the first thing that pops in your mind,“Well,” Shut up, Y/N, “He always manages to sneak his way in my thoughts.”

Why didn’t you shut up?

However, at this Jungkook smiles, but it isn’t the taut one you’ve seen hundreds of times before, no. Jungkook’s entire face scrunches up and the moons under his eyes seem to have constellations that creased outwards; the way his nose rumpled, his cheeks puffed up and his front teeth steamed the spotlight. Jungkook wasn’t smiling, the boy in front of you was beaming.

And he was beaming at you.

“Next one?” He asks, his face still shining.

You can’t even move at the sight.

Shuffle. “What is your favorite memory with your partner?” He puts it down, “I have like three answers for this one.”

The lightness is back in an instant and you keep that picture of Jungkook on the back of your mind, “You do?”

“Yup,” he pops the P, “First, at the last Christmas party, I go to take a piss at the men’s bathroom, as one does.”

“Please, don’t say it,” you groan and you can’t even hide your face because Hattie would probably slap your hands into Jungkook‘s.

“But, wait,” he feigns shock, “I hear someone gagging in a stall, more specifically a woman. And who else could it have been but the Y/N L/N.”

The almost forgotten memory of you retching your heart out in a smelly toilet and a suited Jungkook carrying you back to Seokjin comes back, and though it’s fuzzy and the mere thought of it is dreadful, Jungkook’s laugh is contagious, even to you now.

“Ah, I never thanked you for that.”

“You don’t need to—.”

“I didn’t finish,” you look at him disillusioned, “And I shouldn’t, because Mother Jin rubbed it in my face the rest of the night about how I was the boss and he was the lousy, underpaid assistant.”

“Classic Jin,” he chuckled. “Okay, second of all, when you threw a coke at my face two seconds after meeting me.”

“Ha, ha. Very funny, Jungkook,” your voice is dry, “But to my defense—.”

“I looked at you weird, totally a justifiable course of action,” he raises his brow, “What about you?”

“What about me?,” Your confusion is cleared up when you’re reminded that you were simply playing a silly card game, “I would have to say… Watching your boss throw a drink at your face after you asked her to make you a partner in the firm.”

Jungkook seems to have buried the memory, “What is it with you people throwing liquids at me?”

You put a thoughtful hand to your chin, “You just have a very drink throwable face.”

He’s quick to snatch your hand back into his and it doesn’t even ring in your mind, “Another one.”

Groan. “Fine, uhm—,” you purse your lips, “Honestly? Maybe, right after that when you were on the sidewalk crying and piss-drunk and you just kind of talked to me.”

Jungkook’s surprised expression has a genuinity to it, “Oh, no. What did I say?”

You shake your head as if to say ‘Nothing’, “You were just going on about how hard you’ve been working and you couldn’t even go out with your friends and you didn’t look at me in the eye even once,” you’re staring into the empty space, “You just said ‘this was a nice dream but I have to wake up now’ and blacked out.”

Your giggle is akin to a little schoolgirl’s and you look backat Jungkook, the night sky in his smile back once again. Hm. Cu—

Hattie claps and the noise bounces you back from your trance. You whip your hands out of Jungkook's hold, afraid they were going to end up drenched from your heart palpitations — Seriously, why was it so hot in the middle of the ocean?

You avoid Jungkook’s searching eyes to the best of your abilities. This could only be a fever.

“We seem to have reached the end of our loving session,” the biggest smile on her face, she can’t wait to get rid of us, “Each couple’s loving drink is awaiting at the exit. The robes are complementary, please do not forget your possessions and stay in love!” Thank God.

You’re on your feet in no time, practically jogging to the exit when Hattie suddenly grabs hold of you, making Jungkook stop in his tracks.

“You two kept on interrupting my class,” she narrowed her eyes but there’s a nicety to her, “But I let it slide, it’s not like I haven’t dealt with worse. Plus, you two have something special that most of the other couples in this room didn’t have.”

A woman scoffs at Hattie’s words when she passes by with her own wife.

Your lack of response is filled with Jungkook’s curious words, “And what is that?”

She leans in a little closer, “Shine,” she whispers this time, “A shine to your eyes and a shine to the way you dance around each other, it’s envying.”

The shine she was referring to was surely the dislike you had for each other. Surely.

You were so sure that you wouldn't stick around for another crazy word of hers and you go back to your almost-running pace to the elevator, not looking back to check if Jungkook had followed behind you.

Why were you so embarassed?

You reach your room in no time and hide yourself beneath the sheets. For a few moments you don’t move, as if you were waiting for something, or someone, to come knocking at the door; and when no one does, your chest weighs a little heavier as if you were disappointed.

“Are you telling me that Jungkook made you moan?” Jin’s voice shrill through the speakerphone, your knees to your chest as you sat at the balcony.

“That’s besides the point, Jin,” you groan, “But, yes.”

He hisses through his teeth, just like the snake he is, “Yeah, there’s no coming back from that.”

“Please,” you’re begging at this point, “Help me.”

“I don’t know what to say Y/N. The symptoms you described don’t sound like the flu, it sounds like raging thirsty hormones.”

Beep, you hear through the glass doors, making you turn, “You’re the worst,” the handle was rotating, “I gotta go, Jin. Love you, bye,” you whisper into the microphone as you grab the phone and make your way into the room for who knows what reason.

And there you were, like a fucking idiot, standing in the middle of the room when Jungkook walks in, scratching the back of his neck when you lock eyes.

“Hey.”

You bite your lip, “Hey.”

The air weighs down with words that wanted to be said and the uncertainty of what they meant, and nobody says anything as you fidget with your skirt Jungkook makes his way to his pile of clothes.

You watch as he digs his way and he seems to be looking for something.

Does he need help—

“Fucking hell, Y/N?”

Excuse me?

You come closer to his little circus act with your hands behind your back, “What?”

Jungkook stands up and you can feel his breath on the tip of your nose, “Where’s my shirt?”

Now, you were truly baffled.

“What shirt?”

He goes to the bathroom and continues his search for said shirt, “My hawaiian shirt,” his voice echoes, “It’s pink, it looks exactly like yours.”

Wow. And he picked on you for that on your very first night together. Wow.

“Why would I steal it?” You start searching through the pile of clothes on the chair, sure to find something.

“I didn’t say you stole it,” Jungkook is striding towards you, “You could’ve just gotten them mixed—.”

His sentence never finds an end when you stand up and turn at the very same moment he comes behind you, your bodies clashing and falling to the floor with a bang. Jungkook is on top of you, the only thing stopping your faces from touching being his upend arm, you don’t even notice your hand was holding onto it until you feel something flex beneath your fingertips.

Could this day get any better?

It takes a few moments for any of you to move, but when you do it’s up and rushing, both of you dusting off your clothes as if there was anything to dust off and staring intently at the ground.

“Uhm—,” Jungkook is the first to break the silence as he grabs something from behind you, “Found it.”

And you both wait for someone to say something else, still no one does and Jungkook puts the shirt back in the pile, walking towards the door.

But just before he could take those final steps, you grab him by the wrist and breathe out. You hated this.

“Look, Jungkook,” he does, “I’m really sorry for running off, I just felt really weird, you know?”

He early waits for you to continue.

“It’s just—,” you let go of him, your fingertips burning from the touch, “—today was a lot. I think we’ve never had real, sober time together that lasted for more than an hour and there was so much touching and talking,” you find yourself rambling, “It was just, really overwhelming because we’re not that close, “So, let’s just go back to insulting each other every two seconds and have a good dinner?”

He seemed to be expecting more, but if he was he doesn’t say a word about it and puts on a happy façade, “Only if you promise to not moan in the middle of our meal.”

Your expression falls flat. “You know what, forget it—.”

“Fine, fine,” he puts his hands up in defeat and unlocks the door, “They’re serving sushi tonight,” he doesn’t wait for you as he heads to the elevator, “So hurry up, dumbass.”

You smile, tucking your hair behind your ears.

Dumbass.

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homestretch of the hard times | g.t.

summary: the eve days of your potential death kinda spurns things to move forward: for takemura, it means confessions. for you, it means making exceptions. and drinks. ‘cause takemura’s the pickiest fucking eater you’ve ever met.

WARNINGS: small spoilers for act 1 of cyberpunk 2077 and references to non-spoiler texts between takemura and v, just fluff, small angst, swearing, idk what else is going on so if there are actual spoilers thats completely coincedental ndlnskfsldnf pairing: goro takemura x fem!street-kid!v word count: 2.6k

a/n: so cdpr did us dirty for not allowing us to romance him (to my knowledge) but he has my mind, heart and everything else so :) listened to the bones by maren morris w/ hozier

part of the tales of a two-bit thief series

It starts with something straight out of a romance movie: A car crash, saving each other’s lives (well, him more than you) and “Wait, V, I need you.”

You don’t know how you got here, to be precise. There were a chain of events, some absolutely stand up fucking moments on your part, and just… fuckery. So much fuckery and life went to shit.

All you know is the ticking time bomb’s only ticking louder and at this point, the only thing that can silence it at all is the man beside you. Not even the meds Misty gave you can help you now.

You’re sitting in his car because you called him and he had answered and now… now they’re on one of the off ramps looking over Night City like they own the fucking place.

Maybe you did, once. Ha, maybe back when everything seemed more job to job and not life to life. For a moment, maybe you were in the big leagues.

Takemura doesn’t say anything, even though you can tell he wants to. His hair still pulled into that man bun, collared shirt with not a single wrinkle in sight. Weird how he never looks out of place, not really. Not even with the car crash. Shit, he always looked good.

You think you’re actually gonna miss that. That one semblance of someone being put together that gave you the hope that maybe you could stick it too.

You think you’re gonna miss a lot of things about him—from his stupid complaints about the food here, to his stupid random philosophy texts in the day, to the fact that he eats the ramen you buy anyway without complaint, even though it’ll never compare to what he has in Japan.

The thought that counts.

They don’t even have the radio on, just the dim lights of the car, a window rolled down. You don’t smoke but you feel like you should be tapping a cig either way. You haven’t had the time to just fucking breathe—not with Silverhand breathing down your neck, corpo rats swarming you on all sides.

Everyone wants a piece of you, it feels like.

You look at Takemura.

Almost everyone.

“Thank you,” you tell him quietly, with difficulty. It’s hard to get through your words without thinking Silverhand’s behind your back, mocking you. You’re so fucking tired. “It hasn’t been easy.”

He doesn’t respond. He’s too busy looking at one of the cars nearly collide with a pedestrian. You could’ve laughed. You used to make fun of the shitty drivers in Night City, knowing full well you’re one of them.

You get chased by a couple of cops, rules start to bend.

You used to wonder why you never left.

Then, you actually left, and you realized that hell, you can take the person out of Night City—can’t take the Night City out of a person.

Atlanta fucking sucked, but maybe you should’ve stayed there.

But then, a tiny voice whispers as you look out the window to the fresh night wind. You never would’ve met him.

It’s funny, you think. To come back and get a brain tumour in the shape of a rocker who can’t fucking touch anyone who loves him, who he loved, only for you to fall in love with a corpo you can’t fucking touch at all because… because there is no time left. It just isn’t fair.

“I used to be a corpo kid,” you confess, looking at him with a wry smile again. That catches his attention. He looks at you with those eyes that scrutinize you, interrogate you, peel you apart to your bare essentials and you have to look away before you can’t control your face anymore. God fucking damn it. “Not when it mattered, obviously, but… I remember what it was like. Grew up hating every single on of them.”

“Your parents were Arasaka?”

“Mhm. Security division.” It’s like your eyes are magnetic to his because when you blink, you find yourself regarding him again. Your fingers play at your lips. “Counterintelligence. I was supposed to go into that, too. Big dreams.”

“I see.”

“Yeah, then my parents were tried for treason and murdered, so I got thrown out. That’s it.” Your hand falls away. You pick at the chipped nail polish on your thumb. “Never told anyone that. ‘Cept…” Jackie. Well, he’s fucking dead, now. “‘Cept you, now, I guess. Guess some corpos aren’t so bad.”

The corner of his mouth pinches up like he’s flattered and you can’t help the pleased warmth spreading through your chest.

“Should I be honoured I am one of the few exceptions you have made?”

“Well, I don’t make exceptions often, so…” You grin slyly. He looks away just as you catch a flash of his smile growing. It’s a nice smile. You wish you saw it more often before the end of the road. Maybe it’s one of the regrets you have, too. “Yeah, maybe you should feel special.”

“Hm.”

“C’mon, Takemura. Humour the walking dead, yeah?” You stretch against the leather of his car seat with a pleased sound. “I’m spending what time I have left with who I want to. Can’t ask for much better than that.” A quiet hangs in the air as you melt against the black leather and you look at Takemura who’s staring at the wheel with an intensity you don’t often see. It makes your gut squirm.

“And I? I am one of those people?”

You lean on one hip and look at him, bending a knee and resting an ankle on your thigh. He looks at you with an uncertainty—an uncertainty you’re sure echoes in your eyes.

It was business, then it wasn’t. Maybe it never was.

“Yeah. You’re one of the few on the short list.”

“Exceptions again.”

You laugh. “Yeah. You’re an exception to most things, I think. Weird, that.”

“How so?”

“Ah, I don’t know. I’ve had family—still do, ones that matter, you know. Just… no one ever like you, Takemura. Drives me crazy.”

“The feeling is mutual. Your mocking brings you onto thin ice, V.” His fingers tap against the steering wheel. The engine’s off so it seems more fidgety than anything. Weird. You never noticed he fidgeted before. Maybe he’s nervous?

About what?

“I must ask you something.”

“Shoot.”

“If you have a future, what do you see for yourself?”

Your eyebrows shoot up. You frown and pick at your flecking nail polish even more, looking at your hand and focusing more on that so you don’t have to answer your question. His eyes burn into you and you swallow, trying not to act like you haven’t thought, in regret, at night, about a hundred million fucking times the possibilities they could’ve had together.

You’re not about to say all that.

Instead: “Settling down with the family. Mama Welles, people at the Coyote.” You blatantly don’t look at him when you add, “Others. This has been enough action for a lifetime.” You rest your hands on your lap and chance a glimpse at him. He’s looking away from you, out the window on his side, and you shift in your seat. “How about you? You must’ve… had dreams. Before all this shit went down. You make it out of here and then what?”

When he looks at you, your heart nearly cracks at the sadness in his eyes. He smiles, but there is no strength, and his eyes are darker than the night surrounding them.

“I would go to the countryside, just as I’ve always wanted. Leave this, all of this, behind. Rural Japan is beautiful, so a small town would suffice where everyone knows everyone. We do favours for one another. It is community. Nothing like here.” His lips pull into a tiny frown. “When I was a younger man, I wanted a daughter,” is all he says. “I believe I could have been a great father, so perhaps… perhaps one day.”

“A daughter? Not a son?” you ask curiously, and he almost chuckles. You can’t help the faint smile on your face.

“If my daughter grew up anything like her mother,” he explains with a slight glance towards you, “I would have more hope than a son who was like me.”

You frown. “You’re not a bad man, Takemura. Any son like you—with your code of honour, your shitty selfie skills—no one’s gotta a chance.”

He merely scoffs in response. Again, with the you mocking him. It’s a wonder he lets you.

“But really, that sounds… nice. A daughter, a wife.” You drum your fingers against your knee and his eyes dart to yours, click like they were always destined to meet, and your lips part. Words stall on your tongue and you want to speak but in the dim lights, you are lost in the darkness of his eyes. Something comes, something goes, and you barely croak out, “Whoever marries you will have to deal with so much of your shit that the kids have to turn out alright. The complaining, for one. Picky eater for another.”

This time, he does chuckle and you swallow a breath at the sound. “Dealing with it comes with practice, V.”

“Is that so?”

“Shouldn’t you know?”

“I—“ For once, no funny retort, no witty quip shoots out of your mouth, and you realize that there is an implication—an intricate dance where they’re struggling not to step on each other’s toes and nearly failing at every turn, yet somehow, it works because they’re dancing, and it’s quiet, and it’s… it’s peaceful.

Shit, you’re getting a load of this. When’d you become a poet?

“I guess I should know,” you finally say. “Never understood why I got so giddy whenever I saw your texts, you know, seein’ your name flash on my phone.” You laugh bitterly. “Guess I know why, now.” He’s silent and you don’t look at him. You look at the dashboard where you’ve kicked your feet up a dozen times, the glove compartment that still has your sunglasses inside.

Shit.

“Thank you for everything. Shit’s a little… more bearable, I guess. When you’re around, that is.” The words come out stilted, awkward, but your heart is so heavy in your throat you feel like you’re going to choke. You look into your lap, your whole body incinerating under what you’re sure is the most judgemental glare of your life and you just hope to fucking God this man says something, does something.

Holy shit. You’re going to die of embarrassment. Didn’t even think that was possible.

Then, a loud sigh. A sigh you’ve heard often enough beside you right before a gunfight or when he has to eat the food you ordered for him or even the nights when they’re exhausted, bruised, and just plain tired right before going to sleep where they lay on the floor.

It’s exasperated, a how on earth did we get here, a very annoyed again, you’re so fucking stupid, and you’re still running through your list on what this particular sigh can mean before a hand gently takes hold of yours. Your eyes dart to his, blinking and he stares at you like you’ve just stabbed him. Your heart is fucking racing in your chest, pounding like thunder. His fingers fold over and you realize, as you interlace fingers, that his skin is burning at your touch.

Or maybe, it’s the other way around.

They sit there in silence, not looking at one another, looking out windows, parts of the car, everything but each other, and when he squeezes your hand, you close your eyes and swallow your heart.

It’s over.

“V,” he murmurs, voice so deathly quiet and raspy in your ears that your gut clenches. You turn to watch him. “Tell me that you will not stop fighting.” You swallow your breath as his eyes flicker from your own to your parted lips. He inhales quietly and you swear you can feel his heartbeat pulsing in his fingers in your grip. “That this is not all for nothing.”

“It isn’t.“

“Then I was right.” His eyes flutter back to your gaze and he tilts his head. Wisps of fine hair escaping his manbun brush over his nose and you reach up on your own accord, swiping it behind your ear. You lean over the console, your elbow digging into the leather and, tentatively, you trail your fingers down his jaw, hold his face in your hand. “I am… what is that phrase you use so often?”

“SNAFU?”

“No.”

“Assblasted.”

“No.”

“Royally fucked?”

“We need to expand your vocabulary.” You smile nefariously as his other hand reaches for your chin. He pinches it lightly, thumb stretching up to brush over your lips and your face freezes at his touch. “But yes. Royally fucked. I wasn’t wrong when I said I needed you.”

“I think that meant a whole something else back then,” you whisper rawly and he smiles sombrely. His thumb leaves your mouth to brush your cheek, his eyes fixing on you as if he’s trying to memorize aspects of your face: the arch of your nose, the bow of your smile, the way your brow wrinkles. “Meant more business-like.”

“I did. And now, I believe the terms have changed.” He arches an eyebrow. “Are we at a mutual understanding, V?”

“Yes.” And I hate that we are. Your hand along his jaw lifts to wrap around his wrist. “Consider that feeling mutual, yeah? It goes both ways.”

“I will.” Another small smile graces his lips. It makes him look younger every time and you rub your thumb over the back of his hand.

“Do you wanna grab something to eat before you drive me back home for some shuteye?”

“The choices here are atrocious, V.”

“Then, drinks,” you propose, letting go of his wrist. He lets go of your chin, and turning to face the front, you kick up your feet on his dash. He stares at you for a moment then sighs because there really isn’t anything he can do about it. Nor, do you think, he wants to. You squeeze his hand and send him a silly smile. “How about drinks? I wasn’t hungry anyway.”

“Are you paying?”

You eye him incredulously. “Who do you take me for? You?”

He snorts and the engine roars to life with a flick of his wrist. He grabs the wheel dominantly and you swallow at the way his fingers wrap around the handle. “The Afterlife, then?”

“Or, we could make it rustic.” You pull his hand into your lap playfully and run a thumb over his knuckles. His eyes flit over and you send him a smirk. “I know Mama Welles doesn’t like you, but the Coyote’s serving cheap. Happen to like me there.” He begins to pull out of their little overhang and he nudges their joined hands into your abdomen, silently telling you to buckle in. Rolling your eyes, you mumble out a ‘boomer’ underneath your breath before letting go of him and following orders.

He settles a hand on your thigh and squeezes. You hang an arm out the window.

The wind’s running through the car, he has the radio on low, and they’re easing through onto the highway.

Your chest is lighter than a feather, mind’s quieter than a ghost.

You’ve seen scarier deaths, dealt a lot more. You know that silence is a bigger killer than most bullets.

But here you are now…

“I’m changing this,” Takemura says. “This music is terrible.”

…Shit, maybe life isn’t so bad, ending the way it is.

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afriendlyblackhottie · 3 years

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P*$$Y Fairy

Summary: you and Chris just like to enjoy each other’s company away from LA sometimes. Part 2 of Risk.

Pairings: Chris Evans x black!popstar!reader

Warnings: Smut, fluff, daddy kink, oral sex (female receiving), weed use

Ask 1: um i just found out that chris evans used to smoke weed 😳 but like the sex tho?? 😩😩😩

Ask 2: how are black!popstar!reader and Chris Evans doing because I loved that one

(A/N: this is like four WIPs combined into one because that second ask really helped me figure out what direction to take the first one in because for some reason I was str.ugg.ling. Apparently all the ideas I had were meant for Chris and black!popstar. Based on P*$$Y Fairy by Jhené Aiko and Positions by Ariana Grande. I also listened to the whole Confessions album while writing this because I don’t care that it came out when I was 11 it’s still so good. Anyway, reblog always 💜 ✌🏾)

Tagging: @titty-teetee @iam-laiya @zaddychris @hqneyyincc @mariahthelioness29 @olyvoyl @liquorlaughslove @harrysthiccthighss @donutloverxo @queenoftheworldisdead @whiskey-cokenfanfic @night-of-the-living-shred @buckyownsmylife @blackmissfrizzle @fullofmelaninsarcasmandepression (Just tagging people I know that read the last one)

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Things were hectic for sure. You had your career and he had his. Yet the romance was still enough to where you got swept up in. You felt like you were living in an old movie. He was always sending you flowers. When you couldn’t see each other he’d send you cute texts like they were love notes.

No one knew about what was going on, though. Sure everyone had fun on Twitter for a few days, but it quickly became yesterday’s news when everyone thought that was it. You’d sworn to secrecy to the point where your friends had no clue who your mystery man was. When anyone would ask you who sent the flowers you’d just shrug. Even on the card he’d sign with his middle name instead of his first.

He wanted to keep you to himself and vice versa. Like you were each other’s dirty little secret. It didn’t matter that everyone saw the chemistry between you. You like sneaking around with him when the both of you were in town. Sometimes even escaping the craziness of LA to just be together.

Like right now. It was stupid maybe. Everyone was bound to be worried because this was last minute and you’d left your phone at home and yet it still sounded like the best idea ever. You’d been so stressed about your newest album when he’d asked you to go away with him. You weren’t going to turn spending the weekend with him down over stressing and arguing with your producers.

As you laid in bed tangled in the sheets beside him it felt so worth it. The polaroid camera you’d picked up flashed as he took another picture of you as you let out another puff of smoke, you giggled throwing your head back making him do another one. “I think this one is my favorite,” he said, looking down at it with a smile on his face.

You raised up letting the sheet fall from around your breasts so you could look at it. “I love it,” you said, resting your chin on his bicep. He kissed your forehead before moving his lips to yours. He pushed you onto your back getting on top of you, tickling you at the same time until you were giggling again.

“Stop!” You tried to push his hands away still laughing as he took the blunt from your hand flipping over so he was beside you.

You rolled over so you were nestled into him. He was letting his hair grow out for a movie. He looked so damn good with that beard and that hair. You kissed his shoulder needing to feel him against your lips. He shivered looking at you before turning his head so you could kiss him.

He grabbed your hips so he could pull you on top of him. The way he was touching you, made your skin prickle. Your breathing heavy from how intense it felt to have him this close. Your head felt overwhelmed from all the sensations yet somehow it was like it wasn’t enough.

You laid on top of him. Enjoying the feeling of his chest moving up and down against yours. You bit your bottom lip feeling like you could fall asleep like this. He kissed your forehead again before peering up at him through heavy lidded eyes.

You don’t know you let out another giggle before kissing him. Were his lips always this soft. Yet his beard scratched against your skin. It felt so warm and inviting. Probably why you deepened it.

He wrapped his arms around your waist as you got better situated to straddled against his abs. He traced patterns into your skin with his fingertips. The soft lightening of the room only making you feel deeper into this haze you were in.

“I love you,” he mumbled.

“Yeah?” You asked him with a lazy smile spreading across your face.

He nodded, sitting up making you sit with your ass against his suddenly growing dick. “Yeah,” he breathed, looking down at your lips before nuzzling your face.

“I love you, too,” you replied, you put your head on his shoulder needing to feel him as close as possible. It never felt like it was enough.

All the flirting you’d done at that interview and this is how you’d ended up a few months later. Heads in the cloud in love. You never wanted to come down. When it was like this, it felt like nothing else even existed.

“Fuck that sounds so pretty,” he said, he smiled against your temple. “You’re so goddamn pretty, Baby. Prettiest girl I’ve ever seen.”

“Thank you, Daddy.”

You started kissing again except this time he sank you down on his dick. Making you feel so full you thought you might actually explode. He still had the blunt in his hand even as he helped you ride him, through no longer lit.

Your nipples were aching for his lips, but you were too lost to ask him to pay attention of them. His deep breaths tickling your neck yet making you feel more tingly. It was like you couldn’t think anymore. Just feel. Feel how good he always did you.

Combing his soft hair with your fingers. Tugging on the ends every time he went a little too deep. He was already stretching you out so good. It didn’t make sense how deep he got inside of you.

“Daddy,” you whimpered.

“That’s my girl,” he panted. “Yeah you like Daddy’s dick, huh, Y/N?”

You nodded. “Uh huh.”

“You love me?” He asked bouncing you up and down on top of him.

You nodded this whimper coming out of your mouth. Fuck you were getting so close. He was making you feel so good. You don’t think you ever felt like this before.

“Say it,” he demanded, moving you so you had to look in his eyes.

“I love you.” As your pussy clamped around him he forced you up and down his cock. “Fuck,” you cried, “I love you.”

“That’s my girl,” he said grabbing you so he could put you down on your back. He fully put out the blunt in the astray on the nightstand. He climbed back on top of you, spreading your legs out so wide as he started licking your pussy.

You gasped running your hands through his hair. “Fuck,” you repeated quivering as he tongue fucked you. The grip on the back of your thighs so strong as he had them in the air. His beard burning into your thighs.

“Oh, my god- Daddy!” You gasped as another orgasm creeped onto you. He was quick to move up so he could use that time to push into you. Moving his hips so he was deliberately brushing into your spot.

It was already too much. Why did he have to be doing this to you. “So good for me,” he whispered in your ear. “My girl, huh. No one else’s.”

“Never.” You tilted your head back and be took advantage, kissing prepping your throat with kisses. Then wrapping his hand around your throat gently.

“Love you so much,” he said, before finally bathing your tits in attention as if he was reading your mind. His mouth hitting this spot you’d desperately needed to be touched.

“I’m gonna,” you squeaked out like a warning, “I’m gonna cum.”

“That’s okay, Baby,” he panted. “Cum for me. Don’t you ever not cum for me.”

You started to nod when you felt it. Starting deep in your abdomen before spreading with this warmth over your lower half at the same time that this tingle sparked all over. It felt like you could turn inside out. Or like if he wasn’t on top of you, you might float away.

“That’s it.” He smiled lazily taking in how pretty you looked, your mouth open all wide as you squirted just for him. “Fuck,” he hissed as he began to reach that point soon after.

He’d fucked it into you until he couldn’t anymore before slumping on top of you. Drawing his hands around your waist so your back was arched, head buried in the valley between your breasts. You were pretty sure you could stay like this forever.

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At some point you had to get back to life. Inspiration seemed to hit you out of nowhere. Everyone thought you were crazy when you’d told them you wanted to scrape the album, but you couldn’t let the feeling go. You needed to capture those thoughts in your lyrics.

You didn’t want to admit that a huge chunk of the album was about him. About the things you did together. How he’d hold you down and fuck you just the way you liked. How no one else has ever been able to do you like he does.

He’d left to Boston to film another movie. It was kind of lonely in LA without him. It was crazy. You barely got to spend time with him as is even when you lived in the same city. Yet when he was away you missed him. Even the calls every night weren’t enough.

Which led to you sneaking off to Boston. You could try to keep a low profile. At least until you got to the safety of his home.

He picked you up in his Audi also you guess trying to keep a low profile in his baseball cap and sunglasses. Taking your bags after giving you a quick hug and a kiss hoping no one would notice the two of you. It was getting harder and harder for you to sneak away from everyone, but somehow you managed.

Dodger greeted you as you walked through the door. You got down to pet him while Chris went to set your things in his room. When he came back he pulled you into another hug, savoring this one.

“I’m so glad you’re here,” he said kissing you all sweetly. “I missed you so much.”

“I missed you, too,” you sighed into him.

After washing the flight off of you and changing into something comfortable. The two of you enjoyed glasses of wine over the pad thai you’d ordered since neither one of you felt like cooking. You talked about finally maybe going public soon. About not wanting to hide it anymore.

You poured another glass of wine as he started kissing down your neck, pressing your stomach into the kitchen counter. He was so hard against you. He’d made you take him right there. First from behind and then turning you around so he could fuck you while you were sitting on top of it.

You scratched at his back as he carried you to the living room, bending you over again over the back of the couch. Somehow that led to you riding him on the stairs. Each time he’d made you cum so good yet still held on.

Finally he’d led you to his bedroom where he fucked you all night. Made you call him Daddy while he was deep in your stomach. Alternating between the intensity of his thrusts or pulling out to put you in all these positions so he could hold out longer.

When it was time for him to finally fill you he didn’t hold back. Cumming into you so deep that if you weren’t on birth control you were sure he would have just gotten you pregnant right then. The thought of it only made it so much more intense.

You’d finally fallen asleep all curled into him. Not being able to keep going any longer. He’d left you worn out barely even able to think. He whispered I love you against your skin.

When you woke up the next morning all wrapped up in him, both of your phones were loud going off. The buzzing noises against the wood of the nightstand made you jump. “What the fuck,” you groaned sleepily as you reached behind you to grab your iPhone. “Hello?” You asked with your voice feeling like it was all worn out.

“Y/N, where the hell are you?” Your agent asked. “And do not lie to me.”

“What?” You asked looking over to see Chris looking at his phone.

“Oh shit...”

“What?” You asked him.

“You’re with him right now?” Your agent asked and you groaned.

You wrinkled your nose as she kept talking because your brain kind of wasn’t turned on yet. “I’ll call you back.”

“Do not ha-“

But it was too late. Chris held out his phone showing you whatever was on his screen. “I’m not gonna lie I have no idea what’s going on right now,” you said putting your face into shoulder.

“Babe, they fucking got a picture of us,” he finally said.

“What?”

“Mhm. At the airport yesterday. Even got a good one of us kissing.”

You groaned. “Wow, we suck at disguising ourselves.”

He laughed bringing you close to him so you could lay on his chest. “I know.” He kissed the side of your head. “How’d you sleep?”

“Good.” You yawned into him. Your phone was still going off, but you just wanted to sleep.

“So I take it your team isn’t really happy that you’re here with me?” He asked.

You shrugged. “To be honest I don’t know if I actually care to even find out.”

He chuckled. “Good. Maybe this was a good thing?”

“Mhm. Now we don’t have to sneak around anymore.” You sighed contently. “I bet Twitter is having fun.”

“Oh definitely.” He laughed.

“I think you broke me,” you told him. Your legs felt all stiff and sore. Liked you’d just come back from a workout.

He placed more kisses on your face. “Don’t worry. I’ll take care of you.”

“Why so you can break me some more.”

“Exactly,” he said. “Who do you think is going to be the most mad at us for this?”

“Hating ass people on Twitter,” you said with a chuckle. “Who will also be the happiest. I can imagine all the comments now.”

He laughed. “Oh, we’re definitely going to be reading them over breakfast.” He started rubbing your back trying to soothe you back to sleep even as you whispered to each other. You could worry about the outside world later. For right now you wanted to enjoy the cloud the two of you were alone on.

As he laid there, he promised himself that things would be different with you. That no matter what happened he’d stick beside you. Because as Chris looked down at you, your eyes closed all nestled into him he realized he didn’t want anyone else. You were it for him. And it didn’t matter what Twitter or your teams had to say. He didn’t care how crazy life got or how busy the both of you were. Now that he had you, he wasn’t letting go.

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bangtangalicious · 3 years

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the glow up | kth (2)

pairing: taehyung x reader

summary: after going off to college, you & your best friend committed to working out. a year later, the results show, and you cant wait for your hot hometown friends to see you. now all you wanna do is wild out and have lots of sex, and enjoy it without feeling insecure

genre: smut, fluff, childhoodfriends!au weightloss!au (is that a thing) friends-to-lovers!au

word count: 2.1k

warnings: carrrrr sexxxx, public sex, dry-ish humping, exhibitionist, horny!reader, praise kink, taehyung calls you princess, softdom!taehyung, slightly awkward, unprotected sex, creampie, daddy kink for like 2 seconds, light spanking, body image issues, taehyung DRIVING with ONE HAND fffff

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The events from Jimin’s party still weighed on you. After Taehyung had left you couldn’t look Jimin in the eye. This is not what you wanted. You just wanted to have fun. You did love Jimin, but Taehyung was right. What Jimin had said…the way he had derogated you all because you willingly had sex with someone you wanted to have sex with...was not okay.

Before you had been to overwhelmed to recall how exactly the whole thing started. But after sleeping on it, you found yourself back in the car, wind flowing through your hair.

“So” You said nervously, “What’s new? Any new girlfriends?”

Taehyung grinned, “Nah. What about you? Any princes for our little princess?”

You licked your lips, looking at how delectable his long neck was, how much you just wanted to wrap your arms around it.

“Ah…no. I actually…I wanna start hooking up with people”

“Oh?” Taehyung raised his eyebrows but kept his eyes on the road.

“I’ve had sex before…but it really sucked. I was just worried about crushing him, or if he thought I was…well…I don’t look like a porn star so. I just…wanna enjoy it, you know?”

Taehyung nodded. “Of course, you should enjoy it. Whoever you’re with should make you feel amazing. And stop worrying so much, people don’t care nearly as much as you think they do”

“I guess I just…” You turned to look at the world passing you by, “Don’t know where to start. I don’t know what I like” You had no idea why you were telling Taehyung this. His hand gently massaged the nape of your neck as the other one steadied the steering wheel.

“That’s valid. Just pick a fantasy and start exploring. What do you think about when you masturbate?”

You were grateful at how chill Taehyung was being about having this conversation with you. You realized you really took him for granted at times. He had always been really nice to you, and you really enjoyed his company. You never felt like you had to…try that hard around him. But you knew that was because you didn’t have a shot with someone like Taehyung. Not even now. He was one of the hottest guys from your hometown no question. You assumed he had two or three fuckbuddies in his back pocket at all times.

Taehyung was also openly bisexual. And that made you feel at ease in a way. It was as though because you knew about his sexuality you felt more comfortable to talk about your own.

“Well…” Your face was red, but Taehyung couldn’t see that luckily. “I wanna ride someone’s cock.”

Taehyung bit back a smirk, nodding in understanding. “And?”

“And…I want it to be risky. Like…in a movie theater…or a parking lot…somewhere I could get caught.” You inhaled sharply, thoughts putting you on edge. You rubbed your thighs together feeling the damp squelch of your arousal. You hoped Taehyung hadn’t noticed.

“Ooh. That sounds fun” He glanced your way quickly, noting your blushed state.

“Taehyung” You exhaled, gripping onto the car door tightly, spreading your legs so that the rough wind could ease your yearning a little bit.

“What’s up?”

“I…I…” What the heck were you supposed to say? How did guys initiate things anyway? You couldn’t exactly kiss him while he was driving. “Can I suck your dick?”

Taehyung almost jumped at your query, car jolting slightly before he recovered. He inhaled sharply. “Yeah, um…right now?”

“If that’s okay”

“Yeah…no yeah…um” He glanced down at his lap then back up at the road. “I don’t really know how to do this if I’m being honest y/n.”

“Uh…don’t worry I got it” You reached over to unzip his pants. Taehyung raised himself up just enough for you to tug them down to his knees, giving you access to his cock. It was big. You shivered in anticipation. You stroked him slowly, getting him to harden. You could hear his breathing get shaky. “Does that feel good?”

“fuck y/n of course it does” You couldn’t see his eyes because of his sunglasses but the way his jaw was clenched gave you evidence supporting his words. You look around. There’s a decent number of cars on the highway, but no one directly next to you guys. You decide it’s safe and crouch down into the vehicle, leaning over the console so your tongue could kitten lick his throbbing tip. Your chest pressed against his hand which was clenching the gear shift as you bent over. It was not comfortable.

You licked your lips and covered his tip, sucking slightly as your tongue flicked the opening. Taehyung groaned, pressing his foot down slightly causing the car to speed up.

“Tae”

“Yeah?”

“This isn’t comfortable”

He glanced down at you quickly and smiled, “Doesn’t look it.”

“Can I sit in your lap?”

Taehyung coughed. He glanced your way again, lowering his glasses to really look at your expression to see if you were kidding. You weren’t. “Go for it princess”

Careful not to block Taehyung’s line of sight, you somehow crawl into his lap so that you can straddle him. You make direct eye contact with the cars behind, whose driver’s look shocked and confused. This turns you on even more.

“I just want to make sure you know how illegal this is” Taehyung said.

“I don’t care” You exhaled, loving the way his raw cock head was pressed against your clit. You rolled your hips slowly. “Does that feel good Tae?”

Taehyung put one hand on your ass to help steady you and squeezed it affectionately. “Feels so good y/n. Shit. Is this really happening?”

You couldn’t help but smile at the almost childlike excitement in his voice. You began to roll your hips faster, humping him like you were in heat. Arousal shot through your veins. The feeling was addictive, and you didn’t ever want it to stop. You grinded your hips faster and faster, his cock roughly gliding against your barely clothed core, at times pushing the fabric and directly pressing against your soaking folds. You were a moaning mess. You let out streams of curses as you rode him like you couldn’t believe. You tugged his hair roughly, ignoring his whines of pain.

“T…taehyung” You stammered, slowing down. You felt his hand smack your ass making you cry out in pleasure.

“Don’t you dare stop” His tone was gruff, and it sent shivers down your spine. “I want you to cum for me. Can you do that? Can you cream my cock princess?” He smacked you again. You picked up your pace, feeling the sweet friction guiding you closer to your high. You wished you could have his cock inside you, but you also did not want to get in a car crash.

“Want your cock Tae…” You screamed into the wind, “I wanna feel your cock inside me. So bad. God Tae…baby…fuck…I’m…” You squealed as your orgasm hit you like a truck. Taehyung could feel your wetness soak onto him through your swimsuit.

“That’s right princess…cum for me…you sound so sweet I could listen to you all day” He coos at you, lightly slapping your ass because that’s all he really could do without bringing you both near death. You wrap your arms around him and fall against his body.

“That was amazing” You exhaled.

Taehyung was still painfully hard.

“I’m gonna pull over” He announced. You nodded your head. “and then” He inhaled sharply “I’m gonna fuck the shit out of you”

And that’s exactly what he did. He got off the highway at the next exit. You had no idea where you were, but Taehyung found an abandoned parking lot at some hardware store. He parked as far away from the main street as he could. The second the car stopped, he brought his hands to your face and kissed you. Your eyes widened, not expecting that from him.

“Y/n…I…Wow” He chuckled, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. “What did I do to deserve this? This is like, everything I’ve ever wanted”

“Let me help you now” You whispered seductively, grabbing his cock tightly and pushing the fabric aside to allow yourself to sink down onto his cock.

“Holy shit” Taehyung groaned, gripping your hips tightly as you bottomed out. His hands moved to latch under your knees and he lifted you effortlessly, cock buried in your cunt, out of the car, laying you back down on the head of the white convertible. His strength, the ease with which he could just manhandle you, it drove you crazy. You had never felt this good in your life. Taehyung practically tore your clothes off, not caring that they landed on the ground. He grunted as he rolled his hips, thrusting up into you at a perfect angle. “You’re so tight…so fucking tight princess. How have I waited this long for this…” He steadily piston his cock in and out of you.

“You love this don’t you?” He teased, “Spread out naked all for me. Anyone can come see how much you need my big cock”

“I love your cock Tae. I love it” You whined in agreement, wrapping your legs around him.

“Yeah I bet” He said gruffly “You’re so perfect for me princess, all wet…dripping all for me. You want daddy to cum inside you?”

You nodded dumbly, like you no longer could form words. Your brain had completely shut off, and all you could feel was sheer bliss from Taehyung thrusting into you perfectly.

“My perfect little princess. So good to me…so sweet riding daddy’s cock like that…mmm” He kissed your lips, then traveling down to your jaw, nipping at you harshly, then down to your tits, kissing every inch he possibly could.

“I can’t believe how good you feel” He groaned, “This is even better than in my dreams”

You took off his sunglasses so you could see his fucked out eyes. His pupils were completely dilated, and you could see the rampant pleasure on his gorgeous face. Sweat coated the roots of his pink hair. He clenched his eyes shut, savoring the way your pussy drank him up.

“Where can I cum y/n?”

You didn’t even hear him. You were too caught up in the amazing feeling.

“Y/n…quick…where can I cum? I can’t last much longer”

“I…I have an IUD…” You managed to mutter. Taehyung exhaled in relief.

“Good fucking girl. Ready for my cum hm? You want me to cum in you princess? Make you mine?”

“Yes…yes oh my GOD yes” Your eyes rolled back as you felt the hot liquid seep inside you. He cried out.

“my god princess, just like that, take my fucking cum” He sucked your tit harshly “I’m gonna fuck you up so good. You’re mine. My princess. My sweet sweet princess”

After he finished he quickly slipped out of you, then went to his trunk to grab a towel. You groaned at his absence, but he was back instantly wiping you up as you flinched with oversensitivity.

He took off his button down shirt and wrapped it around you as he picked up your clothes from the ground. You smiled at how tenderly he cared for you. He grabbed some water and handed it to you, taking another bottle for himself.

“Drink up” He tapped the bottle against yours and gulped the whole thing down. You watched the way his throat moved, feeling yourself heat up yet again. He put the bottles back in the car, then helped you into the back seat. He let you lay down comfortably, stroking your face as he lowered himself onto you, careful not to crush you beneath him. His smile reached his eyes and it made you feel elated. He left a soft kiss on your forehead. “I missed you so much y/n” Then another on your nose. “You have no idea” Another on each cheek, “how happy I am right now” another next to your mouth “because you’re back home”. Another at your jaw, pecking all over your face in the most loving way he could. “You’re so beautiful y/n…” He inhaled you deeply “fuck…am I dreaming?”

“No” You giggled.

He sighed, a goofy smile returning to his blissed out face. “Mmm we better get going…” He kissed you once more, lingering as long as he could, before helping you back into the passenger seat. “Did you have fun?”

You nodded. “Yeah…wow…that was”

“Yeah”

You dressed yourself quickly, giving Taehyung his shirt back. He stared at you a while longer, blinking almost as though he were in disbelief. You couldn’t blame him. It all happened so fast it seemed unreal. Before you knew it, you two were back on the road, only minutes from arriving at Jimin’s house.

<-----previous next----->

A/N: WOO okay, there it is. dw dw...i promise jimin will get his chance to shine.

#taehyung smut #bts smut #taehyungsmut #bangtan smut #friends to lovers #taehyung x you #bangtansmut #bangtansmutcentral #btssmutcentral #btssmutclub #taehyung imagine #taehyung fluff #taehyung fic

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thesunicarusfellfor · 3 years

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Small Actions (Create Big Ripples) CC!Plat!Ranboo x GN!Reader

I've been thinking lately about this little drabble and it makes me a bit upset? Like.. I'm in this position high key but theres nothing I can do about it...

(R/R/n) stands for Ranboo's real name. Also if you're really tall.... No you're not. Shhhh. For plot purposes

You stayed away from social media as much as possible. Now, don't get me wrong, you used to love watching Youtubers play their games and happily interact with their fans.. But growing up, you never seemed to have enough money to donate when they streamed, or go to events where they were.

You had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped you through life, or shaped your personality.. Or saved you. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it..

You'd probably just get a simple, "Aw. Happy I could help." Before turning back to their game without blinking twice.

So, you just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show your appreciation.. But you never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'

Eventually it hurt too much to keep watching the content creators that raised you, so you just stopped and went on with your life.

It was hard, but at least you didn't have to deal with the fact that you would never be able to thank the people you watched for making your life that much better.

As time went on, while you still heard about the creators, it was just... less. Now people were non stop blabbering about these people from something called the DreamSMP?

Your sister was obsessed with it to say the least, and you always heard her mumbling about strange people like Technoblade? Or Sapnap? And apparently some people had children with inanimate objects?! Like a Samsung Fridge and a salmon?! Yeah you didn't even bother trying to understand what she was rambling about most of the times. It just spun your head in circles.

"Okay, I gotta take my mutt to the vet," Your sister and closest friend, (S/n), tilted her head towards the backseat to her dog as you sat in the passenger seat. "You think you'll be good to do the shopping for two or so hours? I'll call when I'm finished, and plus I know how you can get distracted with looking at some things."

"Yeah, I think I'll be good." You nodded slightly, going over the list in your hand of things to get for your classes, food and just some clothing for the changing seasons.

(S/n) pulled into the parking lot and looked you over briefly, "You forgot your mask didn't you?" She watched as your hands flew up to your face to feel for the fabric, but you didn't find it so you fished through the pockets of your sweater before smiling nervously at the driver. "Uuugggggggghhhh. Of course. Okay, I got a new one from the merch store that you can use, but do not damage it! I spent a whole $30 on it!"

Scoffing as you rolled your eyes, you snagged the half white and half black mask away from her, "You and your merch. Honestly, (S/n), your obsession scares me. But anyway, thanks. I won't get it damaged, I swear." You pulled the mask onto your face after giving her a smile and walked into the store as she drove off.

Sighing slightly, you walked in, sanitized your hands, and set off on your journey to find the things you needed. Surprisingly, today seemed to be a good day as you miraculously pulled the card that didn't have the busted wheel!

Humming a soft tune to yourself, you paced up and down aisles in search of (S/n)'s favourite coffee. Pausing for a moment as you scanned the shelves, you finally spotted it and made a noise of anger as you realized it was on the very top shelf. "Oh, I hate it here..." You mumbled, a phrase you had picked up from your sister who was really big on trends like that.

Grumbling to yourself, you stood on the tips of your toes, jumped up and down, even climbed the shelves a small bit, but it just seemed to brush by your fingertips every time. Apparently it had been long enough to the point where someone had wandered into the aisle as well.

"Hey... Uh.. Nice mask? You need help?" A male voice asked very hesitantly making your head turn towards him. He was t a l l and literally could tower over you if you got close enough. He had fluffy dirty blonde hair possibly? It looked a little damp so you couldn't really tell. Rain had been in the weather report, but guess it couldn't hold off long enough. Oddly enough, he was wearing dark sunglasses and the exact same mask as you?

'Maybe he's a fan of one of (S/n)'s fandoms?' You stepped back with a sheepish smile and a blush. "Oh! Yes please! Uhm.. Also, could you tell me about what these masks represent? This is my sister's... And I kinda want to make sure I'm not looking like I'm part of some gang or something."

The tall boy reached up for the coffee before pausing midway through and looking at you in surprise. "You don't know who... Oh, it's just from a Twitch Streamer.." He murmured rather softly as he got the coffee down for you.

With a cheerful "Thank you!" You placed the container in the cart. "Oh? Yeah that makes sense. My sister loves that kind of stuff. Are they... A good person?"

"I-I'd like to think so." He nodded quickly. "Are you not.. Like, a fan of content creators? Like.. Uh.. Dream or (P/F/C)?" (Past favourite creator)

"Well... I mean I used to really like (p/f/c) when I was younger. But it kind of... Saddened me, you know?"

He looked at you again and tilted his head a bit, "Saddened you? Did they do something bad?"

"No no! It's just... I try to avoid joining fandoms, even if they make me really happy while in them despite the toxicity. I really enjoy the people who create content, and I like watching them have fun... It's just.." Were you really gonna spill some personal stuff to some stranger who showed you the slightest bit of kindness? Not originally. But he kept watching you, patiently waiting for you to continue the sentence. "They'll... Never know.. How much they saved me."

"Oh.. I see. Yeah.. I've had that happen a lot. When, I watch this guy's streams," He pulled at his mask for a moment, "People always donate money and tell him how much they appreciate him for getting them through rocky times.. It's heartwarming to say the least but he does sound genuinely thankful."

"Oh that's sweet.. What does he do? Or what's he like?" You asked with a smile, although he couldn't see it, as you crouched down to get something from the sheleves. "Unless you have places to be of course!"

He looked a little surprised at first, "Ah... I got time. It's just.. Kinda nice being able to talk to people again after quarantine..." He trailed off briefly before taking something off the shelf as well and putting it in his basket, "Uh.. The streamer is a popular minecraft player. He recently hit a record during a stream and everyone lost their minds. He's a little painfully awkward at some points but he enjoys playing the games and interacting with his chat."

"Oh he sounds nice! I would definitely want to friends with someone like him!" You chuckled softly before frowning and glancing away. "Oh.. Popular.. So I'd be another comment in the flood of a chat.. Damn. I got a little excited. Oh! My bad, I'm (Y/n). Nice to meet you!" You laughed softly in an attempt to brush off the sad atmosphere you made.

"(R/r/n). But everyone just calls me Ranboo. Nice to meet you too." He sounded as if he was smiling but there was a soft sadness in his tone. "Do you not like popular streamers then?"

"No, it's just... that I had always wanted to tell them how much they've helped me through life, or shaped my personality.. Or saved me.. But... They get told that every day by over hundreds of people.. So there would be no real sentiment behind it.. I suppose it just left me feeling a bit hopeless and like a broken record of every other fan of theirs. So, I just watched silently. It hurt, you know? Wanting to thank them, or send them something to show appreciation.. But I never seemed to be able to send it, with the thought that 'it won't really matter to them after five minutes.. You'll just be brushed over. It's pointless.'.."

Ranboo seemed slightly more upset and he shifted his basket into his other hand, "I don't think it's like that at all.. I believe that streamers and creators truly cherish anyone who even interacts with their videos, and even though they know there's some people in the world who can't say anything or buy their merchandise, the creators still know that they're there. They appreciate everyone who comes along their path, whether they support them by giving them money, criticism or their attention!"

You blinked at how... Passionate your new friend was about this topic before smiling softly. "I guess... It never passed my mind.. Thank you Ranboo.. Hey, you wanna be friends and get to know each other more?"

His expression was unreadable due to the fabric covering his mouth and nose, and the glasses covering his eyes. "Oh! Sure!" He sounded quite happy, so you were guessing that you weren't being too awkward. "Here's my number, as long as you promise to never give it to anyone. Even if someone wants to get to know me, okay?"

You took out your phone and looked at him with a strange expression, but quickly nodded. 'Maybe he is just really strict about his privacy.' Once he gave you the number, you sent a quick text to him to give him your contact in return. "Great! It was wonderful meeting you, I hope we can hang out more often! After.. covid of course."

Eagerly nodding, Ranboo finished writing your contact into his phone and slipped it back into his pocket. "Oh yeah definitely! I'll see you soon, (Y/n)!"

Parting your separate ways, you looked down at the newly added contact, 🤍Ranboo🖤 (Platonic hearts), with a smile.

Maybe small actions weren't as useless as you thought...

#ranboolive #ranboo #ranboo x reader #ranboo x you #ranboo dreamsmp #ranboo dsmp #mcyt x reader #mcyt x you #reader insert #x reader

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sunlightdances · 3 years

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Honey Slow

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Original Fem Character (unnamed, could also be read as reader insert) Summary: It always takes Bucky an extra two days to get to Sam and Sarah’s place. He’s always really tight lipped about it. Author’s Note: If you thought I was going to watch TFAWS and not write Bucky Barnes fic, you were sorely mistaken. Disclaimer: I don’t own Marvel or any associated characters, just borrowing them for a bit. The title is also a song by Colton Venner, with lovely lyrics. Please don’t repost anywhere without my permission! I’d love it if you reblogged.

Bucky sighs as he gets out of the car, seeing Sam on the front porch steps looking like a disappointed father. His arms are crossed over his chest, tapping his toe.

“You were supposed to be here two days ago.” He says.

“I took the scenic route.” Bucky says, tucking his sunglasses into his pocket. “I like the drive.”

“Uh huh. You can tell Sarah that. She made a plate for you and it sat there, all alone and miserable looking…”

Bucky rolls his eyes, opening the back door of the car and grabbing his bag. “Okay, okay, I get it. I did check in with you, you know.”

Bucky can see the look on Sam’s face, and can see what he’s not saying. He feels it too. Hard to get rid of the feeling, even after all these years. Hard to tell yourself that just because you can’t see someone, they’re still okay and alive.

“Bucky!” They’re interrupted by the kids barrelling out of the house and launching themselves at the man.

“That’s Sergeant Barnes to you, rugrats.”

“Yes sir!” They echo each other, saluting him.

“For Christ’s sake.” Sam mutters. “Let’s go, in the house, in the house.”

Bucky, thankful to avoid the inquisition, heads inside with the boys. He really doesn’t feel like getting into every detail of his road trip with Sam, at least not now.

Sarah is mercifully understanding, even tells Sam to lay off.

“I’m just saying. It’s suspicious.”

“You’re suspicious, Cap.” Bucky mutters under his breath, shoveling another forkful of apple pie into his mouth.

He likes being at Sam’s place. It’s quiet. Their friends and neighbors have kept it pretty quiet, about where Captain America lives. They make sure people who come poking around don’t get too much information.

Bucky suspects that they’ve been keeping quiet about him, too. It warms him inside to think that he’s considered part of this family.

It’s taken him a long time to put down roots. Even now, he floats between Brooklyn, DC, and Louisiana. He just can’t seem to find a place that feels like home.

“Penny for your thoughts?” Sam’s voice floats through the air. “I know you’re keeping something from me.”

Bucky scoffs. “Like you tell me everything.”

“Fine, fine.” Sam sighs, sitting down on the steps next to Bucky. “Keep your secrets. Just-- you’re not into anything, are you?”

Bucky turns his head slowly. “No. You think I’d keep that from you?”

Sam puts his hands up in surrender. “I had to ask.”

“Just-- let me keep this to myself for a while longer.” He makes eye contact with Sam. “Okay?”

Sam’s quiet for a minute. “Yeah. Okay.”

Bucky stays for a few days. He helps with some repairs around the house, and some on the boat. He plays with the kids, and he and Sam spar. He runs.

Three days later, he hits the road.

He meanders down two-lane highways, windows down, music loud. His heart beats a little harder when he pulls into her driveway. The lights are on inside, and he takes a second to watch her silhouette. He feels as nervous as he did the day he met her.

The window slides open. “Are you going to sit out there all day?” She asks, her voice carrying, and he smirks.

“Maybe. Enjoying the view.”

She rolls her eyes, and shuts the window again. He takes that as his cue and gets out of the car, tucking his keys into his pocket as he jogs up the front walkway and to the front door. The door opens before he gets there, and he takes her in, hair tied up loosely and barefoot. He likes her like this.

“Hi.” He says. He wants to roll his eyes at himself - his palms are sweaty.

“Hi there.” She smiles.

“Gonna let me in?”

She grins wider. “Maybe.”

Her smile lights him up. Four months ago, on his trip back to New York, he stopped in a small town for something to eat, a cup of coffee, and a book. The bookstore was charming, and the owner even more so. She smiled at him then just like she is now, and he still can’t fathom that he gets to be with her like this.

“Sergeant Barnes. Good to see you.”

“You too, ma’am.”

“You’re late.” She opens the door wide enough that he can push past her.

“I was being held against my will.”

She snickers. “You were not.” She joins him in the kitchen, and starts to pour them both a glass of whiskey. “Did you have a good time?”

He nods. “Always do.” He looks down, and then sneaks another look at her. “Missed you.”

She looks pleased, but tries to play it off. “I saw you five days ago.”

He shrugs. “Still missed you.” He decides to just play all his cards and moves a little closer. This is still new. He’s not really sure what he’s doing. He is sure that he cares about her. She’s been another bright spot as he tries to figure out who he is.

She doesn’t know him, not really, not outside of what she learned a million years ago in middle school. But to her -- he’s just Bucky.

He gets to write his own story this time.

“I might have missed you a little bit, too.” She says, coy.

“Yeah?”

“Don’t get too smug.”

He laughs. “Me? Never.” Even closer now, he crowds her against the counter, just slightly, just so she has to look up a little bit to make eye contact with him. Her perfume is something earthy mixed with vanilla.

“You’re like a furnace.”

He tilts his head to one side. “Unfortunate side effect.”

She hums. “Not for me; I’m always cold.”

“Good thing you met me then.”

“Good thing.” She agrees.

Finally, she closes the distance. Her kiss is sure, slow, and sets his head spinning. He feels like honey is running through his veins, warming him from the inside out.

“There.” She whispers. “Now sit down, I have dinner for you.”

“You didn’t have to go to the trouble--”

“It’s no trouble, Bucky.”

They sit down at the table together, knees touching as they eat. He keeps stealing glances at her, and she just shakes her head. He stops drinking before she does, even though he barely feels a buzz. Never does, these days.

“You’re staring again.”

“I’ve been told.” He says, smirking. “Listen, I… what would you think about going to Louisiana with me next time?”

She pauses, setting her fork down slowly. “Really?”

He nods. He’s ready, he thinks. There’s always the fear. The fear that it’s all going to be too much, or even worse, the fear that he’s going to put a target on the back of anyone he cares for. He’s tired of being scared. He trusts Sam. He trusts Sarah. He knows the kids would love her. And most important of all, he trusts her.

“No pressure.” He says. “Just -- I think Sam probably knows. Or suspects, anyway. He’d like you. You’d like him, too.”

“Who wouldn’t like Sam Wilson?” She says, winking.

Bucky rolls his eyes, relief rushing through him at the sight of her smiling. “Make sure you say that in front of him. It’s good for his ego.”

She leans in a little closer. “I’m… I’m serious about this, Bucky. About me and you. If you are.”

“I am.” He tries to show her, tries to make her see it in his eyes. He wants to be selfish, for once.

“Alright then. Next time you’re on your way down, you can pick me up in that nice car of yours. Just give me enough notice so I can close the shop for the weekend or get someone to cover.”

His heart swells. He pictures the two of them in his car, her hair highlighted by the sun and their hands wound together tightly. He’ll have time to be anxious about the introduction to Sam when they cross that bridge, but for now he’s content with the fact that she wants to do this. That she wants to be with him and wants to meet the people who are important to him.

There’s someone on that list he wishes she could meet. But for now, this is good. This is really good, and he says another prayer that he was given a third, fourth, and even fifth chance. They brought him to her.

That night when he falls asleep, he doesn’t have a single nightmare. He barely even dreams, except for one vision of her, that smile he loves so much the only thing on his mind.

#bucky barnes x oc #bucky barnes x reader #bucky barnes fanfiction

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mystic-sky · 3 years

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Hello! Gojo Saturo’s birthday is in a few days and may I request a fan fic where the reader surprise him with a cake in sexy bunny outfit in mesh stockings? (I’m currently watching the anime Rascal Does Not Dream of Bunny Girl Senpai) and the idea came up when I saw the outfit hehe love you!

Hi!! I love that anime! Sorry for the late post love, but it’s still an hour before his birthday ends where I live 💕✨ I didn’t know if you wanted food play with the cake??? It mostly focuses around the outfit. Enjoy.

Warnings: Just Birthday NSFW

Word Count: 2.0K

Sometimes when you start dating someone, you find yourself doing things you never figured you’d be into. Your boyfriend was a man of many kinks, slowly introducing you to things and helping you flesh out your own sexual desires. Not only did you try new things for him because you loved him, but you trusted him so much each time afterwards because it was all so enjoyable.

Months before his birthday, he sparked an idea. You were in the kitchen, fixing dinner for the both of you.

“A bunny girl outfit?” You question, shifting your stance a bit. In the few years you had been dating, Satoru had never touched on role play or dress up before.

“Yes~” He sung. “Like that one anime, do you know it?”

You nodded, feeling a bit tense. Could you pull something like that off?

You set your cooking ladle down. “When my birthday comes I’m gonna make you do something even crazier.”

The look on Satoru’s face was one of intrigue, but there was a splash of fear in the corners of his pupils. You had always managed to be exceptionally good at pleasing him. He hoped what you had in mind wouldn’t be too crazy, although he was down for anything.

He spent the rest of that evening leaning on the kitchen counter and trying to get you to confess if you had been agreeing to wear the bunny outfit and what were you bargaining for.

When his birthday came months later, you took your chances at the costume store. You knew he’d forgotten all about the idea since you never gave him a forward answer. You took advantage of this, and waited until the day of to go shopping. You bought multiple sizes to be sure you got the best fitting one, since you were rushing to make it home before Satoru. You stood in your apartment hallway, swaying in the mirror.

The things I do for him, you think.

Looking at yourself from head to toe, you were almost upset that the smug bastard knew you’d look good in a bunny outifit. You looked over your shoulder at your backside.

“This things lifts your butt so well.” You felt so sexy, more confidence than you had imagined passed over your body.

You make haste towards the living room, eagerly placing the candles on top of the cake you had bought earlier on the coffee table. You could hear him turning the keys in the door behind you. He was greeted by your fluffy, white bunny tail and big juicy bottom.

“Woah, you actually did it.” You jumped a bit as he swung the door open. “I have to admit, seeing you on your knees as soon as I get home is always a treat.”

You bring yourself to your feet, lighter in hands. You flash him a warm smile.

“Welcome back,” you say.

“Oh I feel welcomed,” he begins, walking towards you to take you in with his eyes. He sets his sunglasses on the side table beside the couch.

“Ah-ah-ah-” you begin. “Go wash your hands!”

He holds his hands up in defense. “Will do m’lady.”

You turn backwards, opening the packaging on the new lighter you bought. You bent over, continuing to intently space out the candles for him. You quickly clicked towards the kitchen to grab the wine and some glasses. You set them both down beside the cake as you struggled to open the bottle.

You felt his presence behind you as you swung yourself around.

“I figured we could have a bit of fun before dinner.” You say, pressing the wine bottle to your breasts. You patted the one-person sofa beside you. You watched him pull his lip between his teeth as he giddily sat down, spreading his legs. You poured him a glass, watching him sip as he eyeballed you.

“I feel like I’ve got my own little personal play boy bunny.”

“Just for tonight,” you said, placing the bottle on the table.

“Does that mean I can have anything I want?”

“Don’t I spoil you enough?” You raise a brow, adjusting the cuffs around your wrists.

“I’m sort of a bottomless pit. I’m always up for more.” He says slyly, pulling you between his legs.

“Turn around for me,” he says, fingers just barely holding the tips of your own. You smile, spinning your body so he could see your butt.

“Baby... I know it was sort of my idea, but just how am I going to fuck you in this thing. It’s so fucking tight.”

You felt him playing and flicking the tail of your costume whilst his other hand cupped your ass cheek above the mesh stockings.

“I’ve got buttons...” you say shyly, bending over for him to see the thick clothed part of your core.

“Ohh~ how convenient.” He sung, sliding and pressing a finger against your hot clothed sex. You shuddered a bit, before standing up straight and turning around.

“This is truly a treat, sweetheart.” He brought his large hands up to caress the back of your thighs. “It’s taking a lot for me to not pounce on you right now.”

You could tell he was enjoying the sight of you.

“Don’t fret, I’ll wear it a little while longer.” You assure him, falling to your knees. You loosely bring your fingers up to his white dress shirt, loosening his tie and a few buttons as well.

“I hope you weren’t planning on wearing this to dinner.” You say, dragging your fingers down the exposed part of his chest.

“Just how messy are we about to get, honey?” He smirked.

You only stare at him, feeling his chest up some more. He smiles back before taking up the glass beside him on the end table, taking a sip while he sits back and looks at you. He watches you feel against the bulge in his suit pants. He takes a brief look at his watch before looking back at you.

“Dinner’s at 8.”

He watched you unbuckle his pants and pull his length out in front of you. You brought the tip to your mouth before speaking.

“I’ve got time.” You swallow him whole, feeling him shift in the chair. He’s holding back a groan, having not expected you to take him in so deeply right off the bat.

“You just threw your gag reflex out the window, huh?” He managed to say.

You released your mouth, bunny ears flopping back while you bobbed your head on the tip alone. You swirled your tongue around him, shutting him up immediately.

He set the glass down, and rested his fingers in your hair.

“What a sweet girl, spoiling Daddy like this on his birthday.”

You take hold of his base, stroking in tune with your sucking while he shifted beneath you. You could feel yourself getting wet as his moans filled the space in the living room. You hummed against his length, tongue sending vibrations through his shaft and his body. You released him from your mouth, jerking him whilst you attached your lips to his balls. You sucked softly, swirling your hot tongue over the soft skin.

He lost it from this unfortunately, shooting loads out onto your hand without warning. You quickly took the tip of his length back into your mouth, sucking the remnants of his orgasm from the source.

“Fuck~” He shuddered. So much semen filled your mouth and you swallowed what you could as the rest of it slipped down your chin and onto your breasts.

You let go of his length with a popping noise.

“How long were you holding that in?” You asked him, licking your fingers. He loved watching you do that.

“Long enough,” he said, cocking his head back. “Now come sit on it for me.”

Your body was ready. You could feel your nipples getting irritatingly hard as they pressed against the firm fabric of the suit. You unbuttoned the bottom piece of it as you climbed on top of him.

“And now...“ He gripped your ass cheeks. “...to unwrap you.”

You felt him claw your mesh stockings with both hands, ripping them so wide and way beyond wearing them ever again.

“Satoru!” You whined. You owned plenty of black stockings, but that didn’t mean he could just rip them as he pleased.

“Ah-ah-ah, it’s my birthday, remember?” He mimicked. You held your tongue.

“How could I forget...” you mutter, positioning yourself above his length. He squeezed your exposed cheeks so hard you probably bruised.

“You’re so cute when you talk under your breath like that.” He teased.

“Shut up,” you say, holding his length as you slide onto it. He bites back a moan as you coat his dick with so much slick his pants started getting stained. “And keep your hands to yourself.”

“Mhnnngh...” He bit his lip. “Fuck- sweetheart I can’t make any promises.”

You only smile at him, fighting back your own moans as you rock against him. He releases his grip on you like you asked, placing his hands on both arm rests and watching you start to bounce on his length. You rest your arms on his shoulders, throwing your head back, bunny ears flopping erratically. He watched your breasts shake about, suit almost exposing your nipples to the air.

Watching you ride him like that made it hard for him to keep his hands to himself. He would often have to force himself into being sub when you got on top like that. He claimed it was part of making you feel like you were truly dominating him every once in a while. You were just the cutest, and you were wearing this costume just for him. He wanted you to have your moment.

“Just like that baby,” he hummed. He felt your hand clutch his jaw, pressing a hot kiss to his wine stained lips. He moaned against you, finally wrapping his arms around you.

“You know I can’t help myself, and it’s my birthday~” He says against your lips.

You rolled your eyes, kissing him deeper. He hummed against you, sliding his body down in his seat.

“You know, speaking of my birthday, you haven’t said it since this morning.” He said smugly, pushing your body upwards. He starts thrusting into you from underneath, earning broken and sloppy moans from you.

“Won’t you tell me again, pretty please?”

He was mocking you. He knew you weren’t capable of saying it- at least not coherently and definitely not when he was pumping you so quickly and so deeply like that. You were nearing an orgasm, and your heels were slipping off your feet while he was at work against you.

“Honey, I’m waiting. Say it.” He hummed. Somehow he said it so seriously you didn’t want to test him further.

“H-Hap...Hap-py B-Birthday.” You moaned brokenly as he pounded into you.

“Such a sweet girl. That wasn’t hard at all, was it? Now let it all out.”

His thick length throbbed against your walls. While you climaxed around him, both your heels hit the carpet with a thud as you cried out his name.

The best but worst part about sex with Satoru is that you’d never get used to how he’d overstimulate you every time you came. Sure you always get to ride your orgasm out, but you’d be quivering, and barely put together the whole time until he came. Just like now, you had melted into him, gripping and wrinkling the collars of his dress shirt, voice cracking against his ears as he came inside you. He had filled you up, overflowing his semen and spilling onto his pants. He shuddered, chest rising and falling against your breasts.

You both stayed there like that for a bit, gathering yourselves.

“I’ve got more for you after we get home from dinner.” He said as you sat up above him.

“You’ll be pushing your third orgasm. You sure you got juice left?” You say smugly.

“Oh, always.” He grinned.

And so much for the cake.

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