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kingofbodyrolls · 4 months

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Friendcation (m) | myg | winter special

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Summary: You’re in labor and live outside of the city, and it just happens to be Christmas time, there’s a lot of snow. Will you and Yoongi be able to make it to the hospital before your baby arrives?

OR– The one where Yoongi fucks you into labor and crashes the car 🙃 (It’s set about 1,5 years after friendcation ended) 🙂

it's obviously part of a series, but it can totally be read as a standalone oneshot (though there's some jokes you might not get, but that's all).

Pairing: Yoongi x reader (female)

Other characters: Jimin 😇 + the rest of the gang makes an appearance at the end too 💜

AUs: roadtrip!au, non idol!au, pregnancy!au, established relationship, married!au, mechanic!Yoongi, holiday!au.

Genres: slice of life, humor/crack, smut and fluff

Rating: mature/explicit/R18 (This is mature/explicit content, so minors, please do not interact.)

Disclaimer: I do not own BTS or know them personally and this work of fiction is purely fictional and for entertainment purposes only. The actions and personalities described in the story do not reflect those of BTS— it’s just fiction. Also, if you would kindly read the tags/warnings before reading, that would be lovely: and if you don’t like whatever is described in the tags, just hit return and find something else to read. Thank you 🌸

Word Count: 10.3K

Warnings (general) + triggers: sex while pregnant, minor car accident, a lot of crack and humor too, because otherwise it wouldn’t be friendcation. Slight angst. Possessive Yoongi. Jimin deserves a warning too 👀 (it’s always Jimin)! Giving birth in a car in a somewhat detailed description (without medical help). Breastfeeding a baby. A lot of kissing.

Warnings (explicit): smut in the form of unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, praise kink, breast play, nipple play (with a little bit of lactation), flashing/exposure of vagina and boobs, comfort sex (Yoongi making sure OC is comfortable the whole time 🥺), strong orgasms, blood (because of childbirth, but barely mentioned).

Author’s note: this couple just wouldn’t leave me alone 😂 So here we are, with a winter special. I really hope you like it. It was so fun to write, I just love their relationship and then also with their friends, especially Jimin 🤭 I might do more specials through time, I don’t know. Don’t know if people are interested (but I’d probably write it anyway, lol). Like, we still don’t know how Yoongi proposed, their wedding, their honeymoon 👀

This has different povs, mainly Yoongi's, then Jimin's and reader's (I hope it isn't too confusing).

Thank you so much – and thanks to all that likes, comments, reblogs, yeah, anything. Thank you from the bottom of my heart, it makes me so happy and a damn smiling fool 💜

Taglist: @idkjustlovingbts @constancelayon @wobblewobble822 @ktownshizzle @moonchild1 @ultimatefangirl0 @baechugff @jimintaemin @parapiop7 @fckkntired @iluvfndms @citypop-princess @tarahardcore @bergandysam @massivelyfullenthusiast @tatyhend @gimeow *strikethrough means tumblr isn’t letting me tag you :( **if you wish to be removed from the taglist, let me know 🌸

It’s been cross posted to AO3 if you prefer to read there.

He is used to it.

But ever since you became pregnant, it’s been getting worse.

Your sleep moaning, that is.

And it’s always turning him on.

His frustration simmers beneath the surface, fueled by the magnetic allure you effortlessly wield. Yet, with a single glance from you, his resolve melts away like butter on a warm summer day. This magnetic power you wield over him isn't a recent revelation; it's been your enchanting spell, cast long before that memorable camping trip more than a year ago.

Memories surge like a tidal wave, setting his irises ablaze with vivid snapshots of you both, entwined amidst the intimate cocoon of his van, sheets tangled in the echoes of passion.

Countless adventures and camping escapades have unfolded since that fateful journey with your friends, yet it's the kaleidoscope of memories created with you that he holds as precious treasures, each moment a vibrant gem in the tapestry of your relationship.

At last, his gaze shifts towards you, and he beholds the tranquility that graces your sleeping form, nestled beside him. There you lie, on your back nonetheless, which really mustn't be nice considering your big belly.

You’re almost nine months pregnant and the baby can come any minute, he knows.

You’d been trying to conceive for some time, a delightful excuse to have sex all the damn time–although, truth be told, he never needed one.

He feels his dick strain against the confines of his boxers and he wonders whether to rouse you from slumber, it's not merely the urgency of his arousal but the genuine concern for your well-being—your supine position hindering blood flow and oxygen to the precious life within your belly.

Thus, with a tender touch, he delicately stirs you from your peaceful slumber.

Initially met with silence, your slumbering form stirs slightly, emitting a soft murmur of both moans and snores.

A soft chuckle escapes him as he observes your endearing response, yet undeterred, he persists in gently prodding you.

In a hushed and tender tone, he attempts to reach out to you with a gentle “Babe,” his voice a delicate whisper, carrying the weight of affection.

As your head gracefully pivots towards him, your eyes, like delicate butterflies, flutter open in response to the gentle call. A soft smile graces his lips, a silent serenade to the gradual awakening of your consciousness.

As consciousness fully embraces you, your eyes roam the dimly lit room before finding solace in his gaze.”Why did you wake me? It’s the middle of the night…” you inquire, the bedroom's shadows bearing witness to the query that hangs in the air.

With a gentle yawn, you pivot your body, settling into the comforting curve of your side. In the quiet accomplishment of this subtle shift, one of his cherished missions finds completion.

In a tender tone infused with love, he begins, “You were sleeping on your back. It’s not good for the baby,” his words a gentle caress carrying the weight of concern for the precious life cradled within your belly.

A warmth infuses your smile as you meet his gaze, a silent acknowledgment of gratitude for the depth of his concern and the wellspring of love that envelops you both.

And with a playful chuckle lacing his words, he adds, “And you were moaning too.” Your laughter joins his, and you both know what this means.

“You’re always horny, Yoon.” you tease, your hands exploring the contours of his body with purpose. Swiftly finding the elastic of his boxers, you trace the outline of his dick with a deliberate touch, a dance of desire that unfolds seamlessly between you.

Your hand glides sensually over him, a teasing caress through the fabric of his boxers, and a guttural groan of pleasure escapes his lips.

He seizes your hand, bringing a pause to the tantalizing dance between you. “Do you want to, babe?” he inquires, his gaze a reflection of both restraint and anticipation, hanging on the unspoken words between you.

A soft chuckle escapes your lips, your body and mind fully alive, the air already charged with the unmistakable electricity that Yoongi seems to effortlessly ignite within you. You’re already soaked in your panties, and with a whispered moan, you confess, “Yes, I need you Yoongi.”

Gently guiding your hand away from his cock, he inches closer, turning you to lay on your side facing away from him.

Swiftly seizing his pillow, he artfully tucks it beneath the gentle curve of your belly, sculpting a cocoon of support and comfort.

Nestling his head into the crook of your neck, he inhales deeply, savoring the heady and intoxicating essence that is uniquely yours. It's more than a fragrance; it's a potent elixir that courses through him, a sensory drug that elicits an involuntary response—a subtle, primal twitch in the fabric of boxers.

A low, guttural moan escapes his lips, intimately shared in the cocoon of your embrace, as he senses your shiver echo through his touch.His skilled hand embarks on a journey, tenderly caressing your breasts, lingering over the soft expanse of your tummy where the fluttering life within makes its presence known. As his exploration ventures lower, he cups your pussy outside your panties.

Your hips undulate into his dick, a rhythmic dance that draws an involuntary duet of pleasure-laden moans from both of you. His awareness sharpens, attuned to the undeniable evidence of your arousal. With a deliberate touch, he tugs your panties aside, revealing your drenched pussy.

Initiating a delicate exploration, he trails his fingertips along the contours of your folds, gathering the essence of your arousal before skillfully guiding a single digit into the velvety warmth of your desire.

With a rhythmic precision, he starts a sensual dance, his digit sliding in and out of your eager core. Each movement draws forth an increasing symphony of heavy pants, and he can already hear that you’re not gonna last long.

Adding another skilled finger, he intensifies the intimate pleasure, a seamless union of sensation as your bodies synchronize in a provocative dance. Your backside grinds into the rigid length of his desire, fueling his fervor to push the limits further. With an escalating pace, his fingers move within you, a crescendo of pleasure building with every adept stroke.

Breathless and on the precipice of ecstasy, you urgently plead, “I'm so close, Yoongi. Touch my clit instead,” your voice a desperate plea. He complies with a deft move, withdrawing his slickened fingers from the depths of your core to redirect their attention, skillfully navigating the peaks of your pussy with an intoxicating dance against your throbbing clit.

Yoongi has become attuned to the cadence of your breath, a masterful symphony that he has memorized like the back of his hand. In the harmonious rhythm, he discerns the telltale signs that you are on the precipice of ecstasy—so close that the intoxicating anticipation hangs in the air like an electric charge.

His fingers move in a tantalizing dance, tracing circles around your clit with an intimate familiarity. As he senses you teetering on the brink, your breaths hang heavy in the charged air, and the ethereal moans escape your lips like a whispered melody. In a bold move, he pinches your clit. Your body responds in an electric surge, tension radiating through every inch of your being, held in the exquisite grip of his deliberate touch.

Returning to the rhythmic circles on your clit, he guides you through the waves of your orgasm, a seismic tremor that reverberates through your being. Each stroke of his touch acts as a steady anchor, grounding you in the aftermath of what feels like an earth-shattering climax.

You gasp for air, your breaths coming in furious bursts, and in a voice drawn out with need, you moan his name—a melody of pleasure that lingers in the charged air between you.

“'Fuck!” escapes you in a guttural moan, your hands clenching into fists under the watchful gaze of his darkened, appreciative eyes.

Withdrawing his hand from the depths of your core, he endeavors to temper the tempestuous movements coursing through you, a steadying touch anchoring your fervent reactions with a gentle grip on your hips.

“'Damn. It's like the orgasm is lingering,” you confess in a strained voice, leaving Yoongi uncertain whether to interpret it as a blissful prolongation or a potential intensity that might overwhelm you.

“What do you mean?” he inquires, his voice a warm breath against your neck.

“It's just... I can feel it all the way around my stomach,” you pant, the lingering sensations creating a unique symphony within you. “Ah, it's probably Braxton Hicks contractions, because of the orgasm,” you assert with a newfound certainty. In response, Yoongi hums in acknowledgment, his hand delicately finding its place on your belly, where he can feel the subtle tightness.

“Are you sure it’s just that?” he questions, his concern etched in the furrow of his brow. Yet, as your assurance unfolds, a palpable relaxation courses through the muscles of your belly. “Yeah, they're fading now,” you confirm.

“Yoongi, I need you inside me now,” you declare, your words a sultry plea as you sensually grind your ass into the rigid bulge within his boxers.

With a sharp intake of breath, he hisses, seizing your hips in a possessive grip, molding you against the heat of his pelvis.

Effortlessly, he peels your panties down your thighs, and you willingly lift your legs to aid in their complete removal. As he holds the damp evidence of your arousal in his hand, a wicked glint in his eyes betrays the realization, damn they are soaked. Without a second thought, he discards them to the floor.

“'Is this position comfortable for you?” he tenderly inquires, a gentle concern threading through his words as he sheds his boxers. Adjusting his position, he moves slightly, aligning himself with the contours of your core from behind.

“Yeah, I’m good.”

Lying down and approaching from behind, the fit feels unusually snug. Yoongi, with deliberate intent, spreads your ass cheeks, his hand tracing a teasing path before he strokes his arousal, the anticipation building. As he aligns with the entrance to your core, a slow and deliberate entrance ensues, eliciting a moan from you.

An almost primal growl escapes your lips as he sinks in, each agonizingly slow inch a delicious torment. It's not just amazing; it's an exquisite tightness that makes you acutely aware of his presence, as if you can feel him reverberating through every fiber of your being, from the deepest reaches of your pussy to the intimate confines of your uterus.

Yoongi indulges in a series of deliberate thrusts, each movement a slow dance that unveils the exquisite tightness enveloping him. With each rhythmic advance into your core, he keenly senses the escalating tension in your body.

“Yoon,” you pant, the syllables a breathless plea that lingers in the charged air. Yoongi, attuned to your every reaction, halts his movements, his hand tenderly caressing your cheek. “I can feel you everywhere inside, fuck.”

“Is it good, or should we stop?” he asks, a genuine concern etched across his features. His desire is not just for pleasure but for your comfort and satisfaction.

“No, it's good for now, but I'll let you know if it gets too intense, okay? Maybe we can change positions then?” you inquire, your voice a sultry whisper that hangs in the air. As you sensually grind your ass down into his pelvis, fucking yourself on his cock, a soft moan leaves your lips.

Yoongi releases a low, guttural moan against the sensitive skin of your neck, his reverberating pleasure mingling with lust between you. His hand journeys down the curve of your hips, gripping them with a possessive urgency. In this tactile exchange, he finds stability, a grounding force that allows him to drive into you once more, each thrust a testament to the fervor building between you.

As you surrender completely against him, a harmonious synchrony of pleasure unfolds. Sensing the shift, he accelerates his thrusts, a rhythmic dance that quickens the desire between you.

Yoongi inhales deeply against the canvas of your neck, and in a sudden, electrifying twist, you feel the graze of his teeth. Your body shivers with anticipation, and then he descends, sinking his teeth into your neck. Not too forcefully, but with a compelling intensity that sends a jolt of electricity down your spine. Your body responds in kind, grinding against his, and a sinful moan escapes you.

Then, with a sensual grace, he traces the path where his teeth had left their mark, his tongue delicately caressing your neck before placing soft, lingering kisses. Your response is a sultry mewl, the audible manifestation of pleasure, and in the electric aftermath, you feel a surge of arousal saturate his dick.

Breathless and on the precipice of ecstasy, you gasp, “Yoongi, I'm—,” the words trailing off into a passionate pant as he skillfully drives into you, each thrust an artful symphony of pleasure that transcends language, leaving you teetering on the edge of bliss.

“Hmm?”

His grip on your hips tightens, and with each deeper thrust, the world around you seems to blur as you swear that, despite the physical limitations of the position, you can feel him everywhere. It's an overwhelming sensation, almost too much.

“I want to change positions,” you pant, and in an instant, Yoongi withdraws, his response swift and attentive. With a purposeful motion, he turns you around, orchestrating a seamless transition that repositions you to face him once again.

“What do you want to do?” he smiles, his gaze tender as he caresses your cheek with the gentle strokes of his long, slender fingers. In the delicate dance of his touch, you feel an overwhelming sense of love and appreciation.

“I want to ride you,” you confess, leaning in to capture his lips in a soft kiss. As you pull away, a playful smile dances across your face, your eyes reflecting a potent mix of love and lust.

“Fuck, yeah, babe,” he breathes in eager agreement, turning to lie on his back. As you discard the pillow he thoughtfully fetched for you, you proceed to shed your nightgown, leaving both of you completely bare.

With a graceful motion, you hike one leg over his body, settling into a commanding straddle. Your hand confidently takes hold of his dick, aligning it with the eager warmth of your pussy again. A smile plays on your lips as you gaze down at him, relishing the empowering intimacy of having him beneath you in this moment.

His smile mirrors the adoration and appreciation he feels as he takes in every incredible feature of yours. As you descend slowly onto his cock, your face flushes a subtle shade of red, your quivering lips betraying the intensity of your desire. Your nipples stand proudly, and your gracefully rounded belly hangs low, a testament to the life you’ve both created and soon to welcome into the world.

God he loves you. So fucking much. In his eyes, you’re a goddess.

As you lower yourself onto his dick, a duet of moans escapes both of you, the soft stretch heightening the sensory experience. The angle of this position enhances the feeling, and in the synchronized exchange of pleasure, you both revel in the palpable sensation that binds you together.

“Fuck, Yoon!” you pant, the breathless exclamation escaping your lips as you reach the apex of his pelvis, his cock filling you up completely.

“'Ah! It's so much better like this,” you moan, the words dripping with satisfaction and pleasure as you take control, beginning to ride him with a rhythmic motion.

Yoongi's hands find purchase on your hips, their firm grasp not only steadying you but becoming an integral part of the rhythmic dance as you bounce on his dick.

It's undeniably exquisite, the sensation heightened by the captivating sight of you taking control, sending Yoongi into a feral state of desire. The raw power of your dominance, setting the pace and depth, fuels an irresistible fire within him. Your expressions—those eyes closing in lust, the whimpering pleas—seemingly unravel his restraint, threatening to push him over the edge.

“You look so good, bouncing on my dick. Such a good girl,” he pants, the words imbued with a husky appreciation. His hands, slightly squeezing your hips, become a tactile affirmation, letting you know that every movement is not just good but exceptionally arousing.

You keen in response to his praise, a melodious symphony of pleasure that resonates in the air. Empowered by the encouragement, you guide yourself down deeper, every movement an exquisite dance that intensifies the feeling of being incredibly full.

“Yoongi, I don't think I'm gonna last long,” you pant, the admission hanging in the air like an electrifying confession. Sensing the imminent climax, you slow your movements, the deliberate deceleration amplifying the anticipation.

“It’s fine,” he reassures you, “I’m not going to either.”

You chuckle at him, the sound a melodic blend of pleasure and fatigue as you continue to bounce on his arousal. “I'm also so damn tired. This is challenging with my belly being this big,”

“I can take over if you want—or we can try another position?” His offer is laced with genuine concern, a desire to ensure you don't strain or tire yourself unnecessarily.

“No! I love this. I want to ride you,” you moan, the words a passionate declaration as you sink down on him once more. The anticipation of your impending orgasm begins to unfurl in the depths of your stomach.

“Yoongi—, I'm close,” you pant, the admission a breathless revelation as you continue to move at a languid pace, the enticing rhythm showcasing the delightful bounce of your tits with each motion.

He has always been captivated by the allure of your tits—a mesmerizing aspect of your physicality that leaves him in awe. A part of him remains undecided, caught in the delightful dilemma of whether he prefers your tits or your ass, a choice he'd willingly forego, harboring a fervent desire for both.

Your hands find purchase on his sculpted pectorals, seeking support as exhaustion sets in, causing your movements to slow, each languid motion bringing you closer to climax. His gaze lingers on your face, a canvas painted with the intensity of the moment—sweat glistening, mouth slightly agape, and eyebrows creased in ecstasy as you fervently ride him, lost in the rhythmic dance of pleasure.

He senses a primal twitch within as he stays deep within you, and his gaze traces a path down your neck where the evidence of his love bite remains visible. Continuing his journey, his eyes appreciate the sight of your wonderful, bouncy tits.

Withdrawing both of his hands from your hips, they now tenderly grasp both of your tits. “These are so wonderful, as is every part of you,” he murmurs in a voice laced with appreciation.

You feel the walls of your pussy contract in response to his words of praise, a cascading sensation that culminates in a soft moan, his name escaping your lips like a whispered melody.

He caresses your tits, their softness, fullness, and weight filling his palms with a tangible desire. As his hands explore, he discovers your perked nipples, rolling them between his fingers in a delicate dance of pleasure.

“Yoongi!” A high-pitched moan escapes your lips, the fervent cry echoing in the charged atmosphere as you throw your head back, surrendering to the pleasure of sinking down on him once more.

He luxuriates in the splendor of your beauty, every facet of your amazing body a source of enchantment. Everything about you accelerates the rhythm of his heart, the butterflies in his stomach multiplying with each passing moment.

He gives a gentle tug on your nipple, sending a surge of sensations through your body like an electric current, a simultaneous feeling of warmth and chill enveloping you in a paradoxical embrace.

You sense a delightful tingling sensation rippling across your entire body, a prelude to an impending climax that hovers tantalizingly on the edge.

“Shit, Yoongi, I think I'm gonna come,” you moan, the admission carrying the weight of impending ecstasy.

He grunts in response, the primal sound echoing the urgency of his own impending release. “I'm close too.”

You start to sense a delightful tightness in your breasts, with Yoongi skillfully alternating between rolling your nipples, tugging, and pinching them. The exquisite play on your sensitive peaks sends shivers down your spine. Simultaneously, you become acutely aware of the wetness between your thighs, a slippery testament to the overwhelming arousal that courses through your body.

The sound of skin on skin slapping resonates through the air, a visceral percussion that punctuates the charged atmosphere. The noise sends a jolt through your body, causing your muscles to tense in response.

The tingling and prickling sensation in your breasts intensifies, creating a crescendo of arousal that surges through your body. Then, in a sudden release, you feel the pressure in them subside, a wave of pleasure ebbing away like a tide.

Yoongi watches in awe as a gush of milk shoots out of your tits, creating a mesmerizing display that soon turns into a sensuous drip. His finger skillfully rolls your nipples, the fluid covering them and your tits in a glistening sheen of your breastmilk. Fuck it’s hot. He feels his dick twitch again, as he keeps looking at your tits.

You sense a wetness on your breasts and instinctively glance down, only to be met with a wave of horror as you realize you've begun lactating. In an instant, you cover your bobs, a mix of shock and embarrassment washing over you. The sudden shift in your body leaves you feeling vulnerable and a bit grossed out.

“I'm so sorry,” you begin, breathless words escaping your lips as you continue to fuck yourself on his dick.

“You don't have to be sorry, babe. It's natural and sexy,” he reassures you with a loving smile, a genuine attempt to dispel any insecurity. His eyes, filled with both warmth and desire, convey a message beyond words—that he not only doesn't mind but finds the situation undeniably hot.

“Please let me touch them,” he pleads with a rare vulnerability in his usually composed demeanor.

You take a moment to contemplate, acknowledging that while you might not find it as inherently sexy as he does, the arousal sparked by his desire for you is undeniably enticing. Embracing the vulnerability, you lean in and press your tits closer to his face, your tummy meeting his, as you concede with a whispered “okay.”

You release your breasts from your grasp, and like a magnet seeking its counterpart, his hands find them once more. With deliberate tenderness, he begins to massage your tts, each slow and deliberate stroke creating ripples of pleasure that resonate through your body.

As you move up and down on his length, the kaleidoscope of emotions—love, lust, and adoration—mirrored in Yoongi's eyes sends a shiver down your spine. In that charged moment, overwhelmed by the intensity of his gaze, you feel like you could die a happy woman.

His fingers resume their dance, skillfully rolling your nipples and coating them with the warm fluid of your breast milk.

With a newfound determination, you pick up the pace, fervently chasing the brink of your orgasm. Yoongi, fully immersed in the moment, continues to fondle your tits with an affectionate touch.

“Ah! Yoongi, it's so good!” you moan with a symphony of pleasure as you lower yourself onto him, and in response, he tugs a little harder on your nipples.

“Fuck,” you pant, breathless, the sensation of being so thoroughly filled with desire and pleasure overwhelming your senses.

As your stomach tightens, the internal coil finally springs free, and you unleash your slick juices on his dick. A surge of ecstasy washes over you, rendering your vision blurry, a temporary blindness overcome by the intensity of pleasure. A strange ringing noise fills your ears, and your body collapses against Yoongi's in a state of blissful surrender.

With remarkable speed, he intercepts your naked form before it collides with him, his strong and firm hands seizing your hips to anchor you on top of him.

You man fervently, the echoes of your climax still reverberating through your body. In the throes of your descent from ecstasy, a desperate plea escapes your lips, “Yoongi, please fcuk me.”

With a firm grip on your hips, he squeezes them again, initiating a rapid and relentless pace of thrusting into you. The urgency in his movements mirrors the crescendo of desire building within him as he fervently chases his own impending orgasm.

Fuck, it was hot to witness you unravel in such ecstasy. The lingering sensation of your walls pulsating around his dick lingers, as if you're tightly embracing him, and he revels in it. Being inside you, outside you, every facet of connection with you fuels a deep and insatiable love within him.

“Fuck, babe – you’re so tight!” he moans in pure delight. As you sit up, a newfound intensity in your movements, your hands find your tits, skillfully rolling your nipples, and a rivulet of breast milk drips out. Fuck. That will be his undoing.

“Ah, babe—,” he moans your name with a drawn-out, languid tone, his eyes unable to tear away from the sinful allure of your face and the captivating sight of your incredible tits.

Inexplicably, your walls continue to throb around him, coaxing an unbridled release from him. A guttural moan of your name escapes his lips, a primal declaration of the intensity of the moment, synchronized with the eruption of his warm seed, cascading into the depths of your pulsating pussy.

“Fuck!” he pants, his thrusts persisting a few times before he deftly lifts you, positioning you higher on his stomach. In the aftermath of shared ecstasy, both of you lost in the haze of pleasure, the residue of your combined orgasms coats and binds you together, a slick and intimate testament to the intensity of lust.

“Ah…” you moan, a sultry melody escaping your lips as you descend into Yoongi's embrace. Despite the undertones of desire that lace your voice, he can't help but wonder what might be amiss as he sees pain etched in your face.

“What’s wrong, babe?” he inquires, his gaze locking onto your lustful eyes as he seeks to unravel the secrets veiled behind their desire-laden depths.

“I think I’m still orgasming,” you pant, rising once more, “it’s like my body won’t stop.” A shared gaze lingers between you, uncertainty flickering in both your eyes as the lingering waves of pleasure blur the lines between ecstasy and the unknown.

“Is it good or bad though?” he probes, a furrow forming on his brow as he attempts to unravel the mystery. “It’s not bad, but my tummy feels so tight,” your hand guides his to the firmness, and indeed, it does feel tight.

“Hmmm…” he contemplates the peculiar situation, his curiosity piqued but not overly concerned. “I’ll grab some towels and clean us up. Let’s wait a moment to see if it subsides, alright?”

You nod at him, then gracefully ease down from his lap, sprawling on your side, the remnants of passion and desire lingering in the air as you continue to pant for the sweet breath of satisfaction.

Yoongi gracefully rises from the bed, navigating the darkness of the night with an innate sense of purpose. He effortlessly locates your bathroom, skillfully secures a handful of towels, and returns to your bedroom with a quiet assurance, the dim shadows highlighting his silhouette as he prepares to tend to your shared aftermath.

“Here—, I–” With a sudden urgency, he tosses the towels aside as his eyes widen at the sight of you. Your figure is curled in on itself, hands instinctively cradling your stomach, every muscle in your body taut and tense.

“Yoongi, I think I’m in labor,” you declare, the gravity of the moment reflected not just in your words but also in the silent agony etched across your face, a shared understanding mirrored in the intensity of his gaze.

And then it hits him like a tidal wave; the tightness in your tummy was contractions. A surge of realization floods over him—shit, it’s happening. You're having your baby. In the whirlwind of emotions, he battles to remain calm, to steady himself for the pivotal moments ahead.

“Okay. Let's time the contractions and then call the hospital, okay?” he says, a sense of urgency in his voice, frantically searching for his phone on the nightstand.

“Let me know the moment you sense the beginning of a contraction,” he instructs, poised to start the timer.

“Right now,” you gasp, clutching your stomach tightly. The sensation grips you, an intense pressure, especially at the apex, and then, moments later, it releases. “It’s gone now.”

“Almost a minute,” he observes, his tone laden with the realization that you're edging closer to the throes of labor.

“Describe them to me. Are they intense? The pain worries me, seeing you in discomfort tears me apart,” he inquires, genuine concern etched across his face as he tries to understand what you're going through.

“Just a hint of pain, nothing unbearable. I can handle it,” you reassure with a soft chuckle, a resilient spirit shining through despite the discomfort, and he finds solace in your strength.

“Let's keep an eye on the contractions for about an hour, and then we'll give the hospital a call,” he suggests, retrieving the towels scattered on the floor earlier with a sense of urgency.

“While we wait, let me take care of you,” he proposes, coming closer with a towel. Gently lifting one of your legs, he begins to clean you, erasing the traces of our orgasms.

Your body quivers in response to his tender touch, eliciting delicate moans that dance in the air.

“Fuck. I don’t know why, but it’s turning me on, Yoon.” You moan softly, unable to explain the unexpected arousal, but your body instinctively grinds against the towel, turning a simple act into a sensual dance of lust.

A playful chuckle escapes him as he tends to your aftermath, skillfully cleaning you up. Satisfied with the tender care he has given you, he proceeds to clean himself up. Together, you reclaim your clothing, sitting down in your bed anxiously waiting for your contractions to pick up.

As the cadence of contractions quickens, Yoongi takes decisive action, reaching out to the hospital to announce the fact that you’re in labor. With a voice poised between urgency and excitement, he navigates the conversation, detailing the progression of your contractions over the past hour. He wants to know how you should proceed.

As anticipation swirls in the air like a palpable force, Yoongi's voice resonates with a newfound sense of joy. “They've given us the green light to drive to the hospital,” he announces, his eyes reflecting the shared excitement. As you both perch on the edge of the bed, he turns to you with a practical inquiry, “Where did you stash your hospital bag?”

Your gesture guides him to the dresser, and with a graceful sweep, Yoongi retrieves your carefully prepared hospital bag. His voice, a comforting melody, invites you to join him, “Come, we can go now.”

Guiding you with a gentle hand, Yoongi accompanies you to the entryway of your home, a silent pact of shared determination. The darkness outside, coupled with the December chill, calls for the practicality of boots and a warm coat.

Assertively reaching for Yoongi's car keys, you declare, “I can drive.” The shift in Yoongi's expression is so abrupt, it's as if you've caught a fleeting glimpse of a storm cloud on a clear day, the sour twist on his face a testament to the unexpectedness of your statement.

His voice takes on a stern edge, swiftly denying your attempt to take the wheel. Yoongi snatches the keys from your grasp, his firm tone leaving no room for negotiation. “It’s not safe for you to drive in the midst of contractions,” he insists, a protective glint in his eyes amplifying the weight of his concern.

“But it’s not that bad,” you argue, why, you don’t really know.

“Look, babe. I know you can do everything by yourself, you’re strong, and I love you for it. But you’re not driving the car,” he says with a tone that brooks no argument, a gentle firmness underlining his love and concern for your well-being.

As you both prepare and the keys find their place in Yoongi's firm grip, you swing the door wide open, only to be greeted by a blanket of white—the snow-draped landscape stretching across the grass, road, and your car. To top it off, gentle snowflakes dance down from the heavens. Fuck.

“Ugh, it’s going to take forever driving into the city in this weather,” you grumble, trudging your way towards the car through the dense, snow-laden path. The flakes fall thick and heavy, making it difficult to see ahead.

Yoongi grumbles under his breath, popping the trunk to stow away your bag. With meticulous care, he ensures you've got everything essential for the journey. Satisfied, you both slide into the car, ready to face the challenges the snowy night has in store.

“It's going to be alright, babe,” he reassures you, his hand gently covering yours before tenderly moving to your belly. “Can't wait to finally meet you.”

Yoongi is accustomed to navigating challenging weather conditions on the road, his driving skills unaffected by the snow. However, the incompetence of other drivers in snowy conditions infuriates him. Inside the cocoon of your car, he vents his frustration, unleashing a symphony of curses directed at everyone causing chaos on the wintry roads.

“Ease up on the road rage, Yoongi. I don't want our little one picking up a vocabulary lesson in expletives before they even arrive,” you chime in, settling deeper into the seat, your concern for the baby evident in your voice.

“Babe, seriously, who ventures out on the road without a clue about driving in the snow? And it's the crack of dawn—why is everyone suddenly on a snow-day adventure?” Yoongi grumbles in exasperation, his frustration bringing a smile to your face despite the situation.

“Have you forgotten it’s Christmas time?” you quip, chuckling as he gapes at you, realization dawning on him. Damn, he had indeed forgotten.

“We haven’t even reached the city yet and there’s already so many cars,” he complains some more, and you let him. His voice, a melody that always soothes, even in the midst of chaotic Christmas traffic.

“They’re going home to their families—, watch out!” you point at the car in front of you, its headlights blazing like a comet in the snowy morning, almost blinding in their intensity.

Yoongi's keen eyes caught sight of the car in the opposite lane, and it became painfully evident that the driver couldn't navigate the snowy roads to save their life. Inexplicably, this inept driver seemed to believe they owned the road, arrogantly straddling both lanes. Distinguishing one lane from another was challenging in the snowy chaos, but it wasn't rocket science either.

Yoongi skillfully swerves the car to the side, narrowly avoiding a collision with the vehicle in front. The abrupt move sends a rumble through the car as it navigates the bumpy terrain, plowing through a massive mound of snow hastily shoved to the side.

The car grinds to a halt, Yoongi unleashing a string of colorful curses directed at the absent driver. Now, you find yourselves stranded in the unforgiving grip of the snow.

His concerned gaze shifts to you, seeking reassurance. “Are you okay, babe?” he asks, and although you appear unharmed, your response carries the weight of the unexpected. “Yeah, I'm okay. Just a bit shaken.”

As he hums a soothing melody, his attempts to reassure you echo in the confined space, yet beneath the surface, he senses the gradual erosion of his own calm demeanor.

“That fucking jerk,” his frustration intensifies as he hisses about the reckless driver, but you, amidst the escalating contractions, offer soothing reassurance, masking the growing urgency within the car.

“I'll assess the damage outside, okay?” he proposes, seeking your consent. You nod, delving into your bag for a snack, a sudden wave of hunger overtaking you amid the unfolding situation.

Yoongi steps out into the freezing cold, the car's engine humming in the background. He surveys the vehicle, searching for any visible damage, but to his relief, nothing appears broken or in need of immediate repair.

The towering mound of snow engulfs the car, rendering the hood invisible. Yoongi, realizing the severity of the situation, understands that extricating the vehicle from this icy trap is no easy feat. The sheer depth of the snow suggests a challenging predicament, one that requires assistance. Knowing you're in no condition to lend a hand, he contemplates the help he'll need to navigate the car out of this wintry predicament.

He reenters the car, discovering you engrossed in a candy bar, and a hearty chuckle escapes his lips.

Between bites, you inquire, “I was hungry. How's the car?”

“It's stuck pretty bad in the snow pile. Can't get it out myself,” he begins, but you interrupt with a smile, “I can help you with that.”

“Have you forgotten that you're in labor?” he laughs, his voice raspy from the cold outside. “And you're not going out to shovel snow. We don't even have shovels,” he adds, sharing a hearty laugh with you.

“I thought you had all kinds of things in the car,” you chuckle, finishing your candy bar with a mischievous glint in your eyes.

“Yeah, but not shovels,” his laughter resonates in the car, a contagious sound that brings a smile to your face.

“What are we gonna do then, just wait?” you inquire, a hint of worry coloring your voice as the realization dawns that you might not make it to the hospital in time.

“I’ll call Jimin and ask him to come help,” he declares, urgency in his tone as he swiftly pulls out his phone, dialing Jimin’s number with determination.

Even in the early morning hush, Jimin's phone vibrates, and he glances at the caller ID to find Yoongi's name flashing. It's an unusual call at this hour, sparking an immediate concern that propels him to answer without hesitation.

“Hey, Yoongi hyung, something wrong?” His voice, tinged with worry and genuine concern, breaks the silence of the room as he answers the call. He rises from the bed, instantly alert to the unusual urgency in Yoongi's early morning summons.

“We had a car accident,” Yoongi's words hang heavy in the air, shattering the tranquility of the room. Jimin's reaction is immediate, a storm of worry and disbelief brewing within him. He erupts from the bed, shouting into the phone, “What??” The sheer concern in his voice mirrors the gravity of the situation.

Yoongi's reassurance echoes through the phone, a soothing balm to his frayed nerves. “It's minor, relax,” he utters, and the calmness in his voice acts as a lifeline, pulling him back from the edge of panic.

“A guy forced us off the road, and we ended up plowing into a massive snowbank. Now, the damn car's wedged in tight,” Yoongi recounts, frustration coloring his words. Jimin, attentive, absorbs the details. “Think you can come lend a hand? Bring some shovels. I'll shoot you our coordinates,” Yoongi requests, the urgency evident in his tone.

Jimin readily agrees to help, his concern palpable through the phone. However, he can't shake the worry as he inquires, “Are you guys okay? And ___? How's the baby?”

“Yeah, we're all fine,” Yoongi reassures, his voice a bit raspy. Jimin strains to catch some muffled sounds on the other end, unable to discern the details.

He glances at the dropped location on his phone, “I can be there in about 30 minutes,” he assures Yoongi, swiftly rising from his bed to grab some warm clothes.

“Thank you, Jimin.”

As the promised 30 minutes Jimin assured you passed an hour ago, he couldn't help but wonder if you were growing impatient with the prolonged wait.

Jimin spots your car on the roadside, its hazard lights casting an eerie glow, and he expertly maneuvers his own vehicle to a stop right behind yours.

He steps out, ready to retrieve tools from the trunk, but his attention is abruptly stolen by piercing screams emanating from your car. His muscles tense, and without a second thought, he dashes towards the source of the cries.

Why are you screaming? What's going on, and why are the windows so foggy?

With an overpowering urgency, he wrenches open the left door to the backseats, sending it flinging wide, the metallic screech echoing the urgency pulsing through his veins.

He hadn't anticipated the shocking scene that unfolded before him; there you were, legs pressed against the headrest on both the front and back seats, completely exposed from the waist down. He can clearly see your vagina. Fuck, your vagina is big—wait, something is coming out of it!

Yoongi catches Jimin unabashedly staring at your vagina, prompting an eye roll from him. What's with Jimin? Having already witnessed your tits and now your vagina, it annoys Yoongi to no end. He's possessive; the idea of others seeing you in such a vulnerable state doesn't sit well with him. Sharing is not his forte.

He hisses sharply, capturing Jimin's attention, all while the symphony of your agonized screams continues to pierce the air.

“Stop looking at her vagina, man! You’ve seen enough of her, Jimin,” Yoongi snaps, frustration dripping from his words as your writhing form remains nestled against his supporting frame.

Jimin's eyes widen in disbelief, his mouth agape at the unexpected scene. He quickly redirects his gaze to Yoongi, his expression a mix of shock and apology as he stammers, “I—I didn't mean to, Yoongi, I'm so sorry!”

You clutch your thighs tightly, a guttural scream escaping your lips as the contraction envelops you. Once it recedes, you direct an exasperated shout at Jimin, “Close the damn door! You’re letting all the cold air in.”

Jimin snaps out of his daze, berating himself for standing there like a fool. Swiftly, he slips into the driver's seat, positioning himself to face the backseats with a determined look on his face.

“How long has she been in labor?” Jimin queries Yoongi, who glances up from your panting form for a moment before responding, “A few hours, actually.”

“You could have mentioned that when you called!” Jimin hisses in frustration. Not that the information would have made a big difference, given that the snow was the primary cause of his tardiness.

“But that’s a long time. I can see the head coming out,” he informs, prompting both you and Yoongi to exchange amused eye rolls.

“Yeah, she's crowning,” Yoongi adds with a soft stroke to your cheeks, his touch a comforting anchor as you brace yourself for another contraction.

“What can I do to help? I don't think we can get the car ready in time to make it to the hospital,” Jimin inquires, his gaze shifting between you and Yoongi with a mix of concern and determination.

“I already realized I’m having this baby in the backseat of a fucking car. Serves me right — getting fucked in a car, giving birth in a car. I’ve come full circle!” you laugh hysterically between contractions, the situation not lost on you. Jimin shifts uncomfortably in the driver's seat, but Yoongi remains a steady rock, his presence grounding you amidst the chaos.

As Yoongi directs his attention to Jimin, he suggests, “Maybe you could call the hospital and check if they can send an ambulance our way, just in case. I haven't had a moment to make that call yet.” His fingers trace soothing circles on your thighs, a stark contrast to the urgency of your sudden need to push.

Jimin's face reflects genuine concern as he admits he's never witnessed someone in labor before, only having gleaned insights from movies. However, a memory surfaces—advice from Seokjin after his girlfriend gave birth. “You can try changing positions, something where gravity can aid the baby's descent,” he shares, a eureka moment breaking through the tension.

Following Jimin's suggestion, you and Yoongi exchange a glance filled with gratitude and amazement. Acting on the advice, you shift positions, moving to sit over the seats with your upper body draped across them, your face turned towards the back. The atmosphere is tense, yet the three of you share a determined resolve in the face of the unexpected delivery.

With Yoongi's steady support, you manage to assume a half-standing, half-seated position, your body poised for the imminent arrival of your baby. Meanwhile, the car fills with the sound of Jimin's urgent voice as he communicates with the hospital over the phone.

“They are sending an ambulance now,” he informs.

Gratitude colors Yoongi's urgent request, a plea wrapped in the intensity of the moment. “Thank you, Jimin. Could you come back here and lend a hand?” he implores, a mix of worry and determination in his voice, as you cling to the rhythm of your breaths, navigating the storm of contractions.

He teases with a nonchalant shrug, “I thought you didn't want me looking.” Yet, it's clear he's here to assist you; after all, you're his ride or die, and in this crucial moment, his quip holds a trace of underlying devotion and readiness to stand by your side.

In a playful retort, he asserts, “Bold of you to assume I wanted you to look at her vagina again. There are other ways to assist, you know. I'll keep vagina watch—she's my wife,” emphasizing the relationship he shares with you, as Jimin exits the car to join you in the backseat.

Your tired yet grateful gaze meets Jimin's as you acknowledge, “You were right, Jimin. This position is a game-changer. The pressure has eased up a bit.” Despite the sweat-soaked exhaustion etched on your face, a soft smile conveys your appreciation.

For a second, Jimin doesn’t know what to do – can he touch you? Where? How can he help?

“Fuck it hurts!” Agony courses through you, each breath a struggle as you arch your back, a desperate attempt to wrestle against the relentless ache.

As the waves of pain intensify, he instinctively rests his hand on the small of your back, gently tracing soothing circles. To his relief, he witnesses the tension in your body slowly surrender to the rhythmic comfort of his touch.

Summoning all his composure, Yoongi bravely steals a glance downward, discovering a tuft of hair signaling the imminent arrival. Damn. He knows he must remain composed, steady—for you.

“How did you go into labor anyway? How did the water break, was it like in the movies?” Jimin launches into a barrage of questions, his curiosity pouring out like an unbridled stream. You shoot a glare his way, practically hurling invisible daggers in his direction at the audacity of his inquiries.

His hands continue their soothing circles on your lower back as he asks, “What?” Yoongi resurfaces, his expression a blank canvas.

And suddenly, realization flashes across Jimin's face. “You totally fucked! And then she went into labor!” he exclaims, a mix of shock and amusement in his voice.

You hiss in pain, your fingers clenching the seat with a vice-like grip, the intensity of the moment etched in the white-knuckle grasp of your hands.

Both your expressions affirm Jimin's earlier assumption, a silent confirmation that lingers in the charged air of the confined space.

“Shit, I can’t do this,” you gasp, exhaustion etched across your face, your body seemingly on the brink of surrender.

“You're almost there, babe. It's safe to keep pushing,” Yoongi reassures you with a tender kiss on your cheek, but you push him away, a fiery glare in your gaze.

“This is all your fault. You and your damn big dick!” you scream at him, and he understands, recognizing it as your pain talking and not the real you. Jimin chuckles from beside you, and you turn to give him a death glare, saying, “Don’t act so innocent, Mr. ‘I think Yoongi likes you.’”

“But I was right. And now you're about to have his baby. It's going to be okay,” Jimin reassures you, his hand gently rubbing your back.

“Just relax,” Jimin adds.

“Easy for you to say; a baby isn't shooting out of your body,” you huff, the intensity of your anger subsiding.

“I know it hurts, babe. But focus on your breathing, and when you're ready, push with all you've got,” Yoongi encourages, leaning in to kiss you on the lips.

The kiss sends electric shivers down your spine, and strangely, it acts as a calming balm, making the pain feel somewhat more bearable.

When he pulls away, he notices the lingering frown on your face, and a sense of curiosity washes over him. “It was nice, Yoongi. I think it helps alleviate the pain,” you admit, your voice a mixture of exhaustion and appreciation.

“Kiss me again,” you pant, your desperation echoing in the quiet space of the car. Yoongi obliges, capturing your lips with a hunger that elicits a moan from deep within you. In that stolen moment, the world fades away, forgotten in the intoxicating blend of passion and the rhythmic circles Jimin traces on your back.

“Don’t mind me. But I think the baby is coming, I can see more of its head just from here,” he informs, his eyes wide with a mix of awe and amusement. Yoongi's gaze follows Jimin's, confirming the imminent arrival.

He positions his hands underneath your core, preparing to catch your baby as soon as it emerges. Yet, your screams of pain prompt a plea, “Please distract me with kisses,” you cry out, your hands clenching around the seats in a desperate search for relief.

Yoongi glances up at you, your pain evident, and the desperate desire for relief palpable in your eyes. However, he's torn between wanting to provide comfort and being there to catch and deliver your baby. A moment of realization dawns upon him – he can't be in two places at once, something Jimin seems to realize too.

Yoongi gazes at Jimin, a silent plea for guidance evident in his eyes, but Jimin, with a mischievous grin, utters, “You've got two choices, hyung – catch the baby or let me kiss your wife. What's it gonna be?”

Yoongi gapes at him, astounded by the audacity Jimin displays in even suggesting such a choice. He's acutely aware of his own possessiveness, and Jimin knows how much he fucking wants to deliver his own child. He’s caught between a rock and a hard place.

With a sense of urgency, you turn your head and implore, “Do something! I don't care who kisses me, just someone, please!” Your plea echoes with a mixture of sternness and desperation, the pain coursing through your entire body amplifying the need for any distraction.

Yoongi moves with unwavering determination, ascending once more. “Fine. Deliver the baby. You're going to be the godfather anyway,” he grumbles to Jimin, reaching your head and pressing his lips plush against yours. Instantly, you relax, a moan escaping in the midst of the chaos.

“I am?” Jimin questions, uncertainty lacing his voice. Yet, he positions his hands beneath your vagina, mirroring Yoongi's earlier gesture.

You eagerly press your lips to Yoongi's, seeking out his tongue in a passionate exchange, panting and moaning in response to the surge of arousal coursing through you. Amid the heated kiss, you offer affirmative murmurs to Jimin, your desires spoken through the intensity of the embrace with Yoongi.

“It's working, the baby is coming out,” Jimin exclaims with a mix of excitement and focus, his hands securing the baby's head with delicate precision to ensure a safe descent into the world.

Yoongi abandons your mouth, tracing a fiery path down to your neck, his lips leaving a trail of searing kisses and tantalizing bites. Your response is an involuntary groan, a symphony of pleasure escaping your lips, as you gasp out, “Fuuuck, Yoongi.”

“The head is completely out now!” Jimin’s voice breaks through the intense moment and in response, you instinctively grab Yoongi’s head, pulling him back up into a passionate kiss.

As your lips entwine in an ardently sensual dance, the symphony of pleasure resonates, eliciting increasingly fervent moans from you.

Breaking away, you gasp, “Fuck. Why does it feel like I’m coming?” Your breath comes in pants, and you sense a relieving tightness escaping your body.

Jimin swiftly takes charge, catching the remainder of your baby as it emerges, and Yoongi lends his support, ensuring Jimin's hands remain steady in the crucial moment.

The infant rests gently between your thighs in the hands of both Yoongi and Jimin, and as you gasp for air, you steal a glance downward. There, your precious baby lies, serene and silent. A moment of quietude settles in, and a disquieting realization begins to dawn upon you—silence, in this context, isn't the reassuring sound you anticipated.

Dread courses through you as you breathe heavily, realizing the absence of that expected newborn cry. Without hesitation, you extend your trembling arms, pulling your baby up against your chest in a desperate embrace.

An air of tension hangs heavy, mirrored in the anxious expressions on Jimin and Yoongi's faces, both men holding their breath, awaiting the sound that should signify life's beginning.

In an instinctual surge of emotion, you tear your shirt to shreds with one hand, cradling your newborn against your bare chest. Shock registers on both Jimin and Yoongi's faces as they witness this raw display of maternal instinct, captivated by the power and determination radiating from you.

As you gently rub the baby's back, waves of sadness wash over you, and tears stream down your face. In a choked voice, you express your fear, “This is why I should have delivered in the hospital. What if something happened to the baby and it's...gone?” The last part of the sentence catches in your throat, too emotional to articulate fully.

In the confined space of the car, you twist around, pressing your back against the seat as tears cascade down your cheeks. The anguish in your body is palpable, each sob causing a tremor that echoes the pain you're enduring.

In an instant, a second cry intertwines with yours, and you lower your gaze to behold your baby, tiny and fragile, yet alive. A surge of relief floods through every fiber of your being, mirrored in the eyes of the two men who exchange a profound, knowing glance.

Clutching your newborn close, you haven't even taken a moment to check the gender, but in this raw and tender moment, it hardly matters. All that echoes through your soul is the reassurance that everything is alright.

Overflowing with gratitude, your voice carries a symphony of love as your eyes dance between your husband and Jimin. “Thank you, both of you” you whisper, your heart swelling with the depth of the moment.

Yoongi whispers, his voice a tender melody, “You did incredible, babe,” as he leans in to press a gentle kiss against your cheek, his words echoing with admiration for your strength and resilience.

“No problem at all. You were amazing, ___,” Jimin commends, leaning back into the seat beside you, his hands stained with blood, that he wipes off on his pants.

“Jimin, could you check the trunk for some thermal blankets?” Yoongi requests, his gaze tenderly fixed on your baby, who has quieted down and now rests peacefully against your boobs—what he believes to be the most comforting place.

Jimin returns with a bundle of blankets, and Yoongi, with a sense of urgency, joins him in carefully wrapping you and the baby. The blankets cocoon you both, shielding you from the biting cold as you patiently await the arrival of the ambulance.

“Should we find anything to cut the cord with?” In a sudden burst of practicality, Jimin scans the car, his eyes searching for anything suitable to cut the cord.

“No, no. I've read that the baby can stay attached for hours and even days. So I'm fine waiting to do it in the hospital,” you say, your voice carrying a mixture of fatigue and overwhelming love. Your eyes remain fixed on your baby, and you don't glance at Jimin as you express your decision.

Then, a sensation grips your attention, warmth and thickness enveloping you between your legs. As you cast your gaze downward, the revelation dawns upon you – it's the placenta.

“You guys might need a new car,” Jimin breaks into laughter and Yoongi looks at him perplexed, before he scans the state of the car; it’s filled with blood, anatomic fluid and God knows what else. He reckons you’ll have to burn it, if it can’t be cleaned.

Half an hour post-delivery, the ambulance team arrives like guardian angels, swooping in to cradle you in their capable hands as they whisk you away to the sanctuary of the hospital.

Jimin swiftly summons roadside assistance, ensuring a caretaker for your stranded car, while he maneuvers his own vehicle through the snowy streets to the hospital.

Nestled in the hospital room, you're navigating the nuances of new motherhood. The compassionate nurses guide you through the art of breastfeeding, and you're determined to master this intimate dance with your newborn.

Beside you, Yoongi shares in the enchantment, both of you reveling in the miracle of your beautiful baby girl, awestruck at the realization that you've crafted this extraordinary little being together.

Gazing into his eyes, a kaleidoscope of love, affection, and adoration, he whispers, “I love you, babe,” before tenderly leaning in for a heartfelt kiss.

“I love you too, Yoongi.”

Jimin sweeps into the room, a harbinger of warmth and color, bearing a bouquet of your favorite purple flowers. Your heart flutters as you press a grateful kiss to his cheek, expressing your thanks.

Deep gratitude colors Yoongi's voice as he wraps Jimin in a tight embrace. “Seriously, Jimin, thank you for everything,” he murmurs, sincerity etched in his words. Jimin, with a warm smile, responds, “It's no problem. You're welcome.”

Clutching Jimin's hand, you squeeze it tightly, your eyes reflecting sincere appreciation. “No, thank you. I would never have made it without you,” you express, the gravity of your words resonating in the room.

You express your heartfelt appreciation, looking directly at Jimin as you speak. “You are my best, best friend, Jimin. I love you and thank you,” your words carrying the weight of genuine gratitude. Jimin meets your gaze with tenderness, carefully keeping his eyes on your face, mindful of not stepping on any toes with Yoongi, not that there's anything he should be worried about.

“She’s really cute—the baby, I mean,” Jimin throws his hands up in mock defense, unable to contain his admiration. His genuine enthusiasm shines through as he revels in the adorable sight of your newborn.

Yoongi begins with a playful smirk, “Relax, Jimin. You're allowed to call my wife cute and pretty, and occasionally sneak a glance at her assets if the situation calls for it; like a birth or a bra mishap—but nothing more.” He chuckles, wrapping up his words with a friendly hug, leaving Jimin with a mix of relief and amusement.

Jimin's laughter resonates in response, and just as the sound fills the room, the door swings open, ushering in the rest of your friends.

They flood the room with warm greetings, and your eyes quickly catch Jungkook, who enters with a whimsical unicorn plushie and a vibrant bouquet in shades of purple, pink, and blue.

“These are for you,” he beams, thrusting the bouquet towards Yoongi, who delicately places them on the table beside you.

“Congratulations,” the boys chime in unison, closing in to catch a glimpse of your precious little one.

You shift your baby in your arms, delicately adjusting your gown to reveal the other breast for feeding. With each nourishing moment, you sense post-contractions coursing through your body, a gentle reminder of your uterus gradually returning to its normal size.

Jungkook, Taehyung, and Namjoon inadvertently direct their gaze toward your breasts, drawing Yoongi’s attention. However, Seokjin interjects sternly, “Enough, guys. Show some respect. Quit staring at her breasts while she's feeding. You've seen other breasts before; let's not be rude.”

Jimin lets out a chuckle from his position beside you on the bed, quietly noting that the others should consider themselves lucky that Yoongi didn't snap at them for sneaking glances at your breasts.

“Starting today, a strict no-gazing policy is in effect for anyone trying to sneak a peek at my wife's breasts or her vagina,” Yoongi declares, shooting a pointed yet appreciative smile in Jimin's direction.

Confusion flickers across the faces of all the guys as their gazes shift between Jimin, Yoongi, and then you, signaling that something intriguing might have unfolded.

As their jaws drop in surprise, you casually spill the details, “He played a crucial role in delivering the baby and got an unexpected front-row view of my vagina in the process.”

Yoongi clenches his jaw, his gaze piercing through the room as he asserts, “Yes, that happened. Eyes off—especially you two,” he warns, shooting a stern look at Jungkook and Taehyung, who quickly avert their eyes.

Jungkook hesitantly clears his throat, his curiosity overcoming his apprehension, “___, what's that on your neck?”

A rosy hue tints your cheeks as you recall the passionate love bite that Yoongi left on your neck just before the chaotic journey into labor began, and you find yourself cursing your husband under your breath for the intimate moment that now decorates your skin.

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Control

PAIRING | Boyfriend!Young!Tony Stark x Girlfriend!Fem!Reader

WORD COUNT | 4.7K

SUMMARY | Your boyfriend has asked you to take over the control in the bedroom, and you're more than happy to do it. You two go down an incredible path of exploring what he likes and loves and discovering what it's like to put your trust in someone else's hands. In the end, you both learn a lot about the other person and will happily do it all over again.

RATING | Explicit (E)

WARNINGS/TAGS | No powers AU, established relationship, use of nicknames (Love/My Love, Sunshine, Puppy),

SMUT | Dom!Reader, Sub!Tony, subspace, discussion of safewords, safewording, use of traffic light system, light bondage (tied up with a scarf), begging, dirty talk, praise/praise kink, degradation, light teasing, edging, Mommy kink, spanking, anal play, anal fingering, cumming untouched/prostate orgasm, aftercare

A/N | @ccbsrmsf1: This fic is dedicated to you because you have helped me immensely by giving me inspiration, proofreading, and suggesting this hot as f*ck GIF for this one! I hope you will enjoy this as much as I did when writing it 💙

Banners: Yours truly | Divider: @firefly-graphics | GIF: @duckbuttt

Main Masterlist | Tony Stark Masterlist | AU Masterlist

It's been a hectic week for both of you at college, but you're happy to finally have a night of peace together as you sit in his single-person dorm, glad to have the place to yourselves. You haven't often slept over at each other's dorms, but you enjoy every night you can spend together even more.

You just finished eating Chinese takeout together, and now you're both sitting on his floor playing a board game, one of your favorite activities. Tonight is 'Clue' night.

Since neither of you plans to go out the door tonight, you're already wearing your comfiest pajamas, and Tony is also wearing a simple, cozy outfit. He made your favorite tea, and soft music is playing in the background—the perfect setting for a relaxed evening together.

However, you're unaware that Tony is scraping together every last bit of courage to bring up a topic of conversation that has been swirling around in his mind for a while: he would like to explore what it's like if you dominate him in the bedroom. He's used to doing things the 'traditional' way, and even though that blows both your minds every single time, he would like to give you some control in that aspect.

He has thought about this conversation countless times, and in every single one, you're entirely supportive, but he can't get himself to say the words for some reason. When you're about to take a sip of your tea, looking over your Clue chart, he finally finds the courage and brings up the topic he's been desperate to talk about forever.

''Sunshine?'' he starts confidently and is proud of himself for sounding that way, though that confidence doesn't last long. You look up at him expectantly and give him a reassuring smile to let him know you're listening.

''I- I- Do you- No, I'm going about this all wrong,'' he mutters to himself, and you can see he's struggling with something, though you're not sure what that is exactly. A red blush spreads over his cheeks, embarrassment flooding his body because he cannot even ask you a simple question.

''What's wrong, Love? Is everything okay?'' you say, the game you were playing forgotten as you crawl over to where he's sitting before taking your place in front of him. You take his face in your hands to calm him down now that the nerves are completely taking over, your brows knitted together as you're getting worried.

"I-I want to ask you something," he whispers, his eyes cast down as he's a bit nervous to look at you when he asks the question. Giving up control is not something he's used to, but something he desires all the same, so he knows he has to ask it, no matter how difficult it is.

"And what would you like to ask me?" you ask softly, and he looks up at you. His cheeks still warm at the idea of asking his burning question.

"Are you okay with taking control during... you know..." his voice trails off near the end. Even though you know what he wants to ask you, you still like him to say it. Seeing him all flustered like this has you feeling some way, and you cannot get enough of it.

"During...?" you say, trying to coax the words out of him.

"During sex," he whispers. You two have had plenty of conversations about sex before, and it is not a taboo subject for either of you by any means, but Tony's not used to giving up control - or asking for what he wants, for that matter. He looks cute doing it, though, making your heart flutter.

"You want me to take control during sex?" you ask the question just to be sure, and he nods in response. The color on his cheeks seems to deepen even further, and you decide to have mercy on him.

"I would love that, My Love, but I would like to prepare beforehand to ensure we're both comfortable and not doing anything either of us isn't okay with. I'd love to discuss it first to see what you have in mind and go from there. How does that sound?"

"Perfect," Tony sighs as if a huge load has been lifted off his shoulders. Your reaction is exactly what he hoped for, and now you'll spend the rest of the evening discussing your plans instead, your board game long forgotten.

"So, I can only assume you've thought about what you want me to do because I already have a lot of plans, but I want to hear about your ideas first, My Love," you tell him, and he feels the blush on his cheeks burning brightly.

"Y-yeah," he responds in a soft tone, and it makes your heart melt. Tony's shy side never ceases to amaze you; you can't get enough of it. When he finally finds the courage, he tells you how he wants you to give him pleasure in every imaginable way. From light anal play to you fucking him deep and hard with a strap-on and from tying him up to blindfolding, everything passes the revue.

That night, you and Tony had an exciting night as you two discussed your shared fantasies, and it ended with a slow, love-filled session of sex, during which he could not stop telling you how much he loves you and how amazing you are.

"Nat? Do you have time to go shopping with me?" you ask your best friend and roommate, and she practically runs into your room, finding you in front of your closet.

"Shopping, you say? Is there anything specific you're hoping to find when we're out?" she asks, and you chuckle at her words. She knows you only go out to shop when you're going on a date with Tony, and you need to look your best, so her curiosity is immediately piqued.

"Yes. But please don't laugh when I say what it's for," you tell her, and she nods as she sits on your bed.

"Well, I'm hoping to pick out a beautiful set of lingerie that will ensure Tony goes crazy when he sees it. He has asked me to dominate him in the bedroom, and I guess I want to look... presentable when I do," you say, eyes trained on the floor as you do.

"Really? I have to say, I never thought he would be into that! You? Absolutely, but him? I'm surprised," she says as if discussing the weather. You know Natasha won't judge when it comes to things like this, but it's still not something you're used to talking about.

"I'm going to invite Wanda too, and we'll make it a girls' shopping trip," she tells you, immediately grabbing her phone from her pocket. Not even five minutes later, it is all arranged, and you two will meet Wanda at the lingerie store.

"Thank you," you whisper as you look at her, and she gives you a reassuring smile.

"That's what best friends are for!" she says, pulling you into a comforting hug. You're still very grateful to have been paired with Natasha as a roommate because you couldn't have wished for a better person to be there for you.

Once you're in the store, you have tried on countless color variations and sorts of lingerie, from two pieces to bodysuits, and you have had every color of the rainbow, but nothing seems right—until Wanda picks a beautiful red piece off the rack.

"How about this?" she says enthusiastically as she walks over to you, and you gasp at the sight of it. The delicate lace combined with the ribbon in the middle and the deep red color makes you fall in love with it immediately, so you go to the fitting room to try it on immediately.

Not long after, you walk out, smiling broadly as you show Nat and Wanda the lingerie. You look like you're glowing now that you're wearing the perfect lingerie, which looks like it was made to fit your exact measurements. Every tattoo is beautifully shown, and the low back also shows off the large phoenix on your back.

"I think we've found the one!" you tell them excitedly, agreeing it's perfect. When you're back in the fitting room, you give Tony a little sneak peek of what he'll be seeing. The red lace compliments your skin beautifully, and he almost choked on his drink as he received the photo. He is out for lunch with Bruce and Clint, but when he opens the photo, he can't concentrate on anything other than you.

When the little heart-eye emoji pops up in your messages, you smile again before changing into your everyday clothes. Once the lingerie is paid for, all three of you decide to go for lunch, and it just so happens that you choose the exact restaurant where Tony is as well.

As you push open the door, Tony looks over to see who's coming in. His whole demeanor changes the second your gazes cross each other. He sits up straight and can't help but smile, and both Bruce and Clint know exactly who just walked in the door without looking.

"Hi, Sunshine," Tony says as he gets up to greet you. His lips crash on yours in a possessive, needy kiss, his hand cupping your cheek as he does. His tongue immediately licks the seam of your lips, and you happily let him in. You can taste the drink he was enjoying just now.

"Hi, My Love," you whisper after he pulls away, and you sit opposite him in their booth. It's good that they still need to order their lunch because now all six of you can enjoy it together.

"So, did you get something special for me?" Tony asks you, and you nod. Even though you know he has seen your photo in the lingerie, you can't resist playing along.

"Sure did; I picked something beautiful for you, My Love. And I picked up some other things to make it even more special," you tell him with a wink, and you can tell Tony's mind is going into overdrive at the thought of what you possibly could have gotten. You picked out a few regular candles, a scented candle, some massage oil, and a scarf to put to some good use, and you're looking forward to the moment you'll be able to use it.

The lunch is spent laughing and gossiping among your friends, and you could tell something was going on between Bruce and Natasha, but you decided to put a pin in that and ask her about it another time. You're all spending time together; your afternoon couldn't have been any better.

"Are you ready, My Love?" you ask Tony when you leave the bathroom. You have put on the lingerie you bought a few days ago, your hair is pulled back, and your make-up is darker than usual, but it's giving you a sultry look that has Tony's cock twitching anticipation already. You have instructed him to sit on his knees in the middle of the bed, his hands folded behind his back.

"Look at you sitting there, so pretty for me, Puppy," you tell him, and the bright red blush you love so much has appeared on his cheeks. His cock is standing at attention against his abdomen, and you can tell he's painfully hard already, but you'll be taking care of him soon enough.

"Can you tell me about your safewords?" you ask him, and he nods.

"We'll be using the traffic light system, so green means that I'm good and we can continue, yellow means a small break to adjust or reposition if necessary, and red means stop and moving into aftercare," Tony tells you softly, and you nod.

"You're right, Puppy. What's your color?"

"Green," he tells you, and you nod. Before you move on, you do a last scan of the room, and every candle burns. Soft music plays in the background, and you have a towel, massage oil, water, and food ready for aftercare.

"I want you to lie on your stomach for me, Puppy, so I can massage you to get you to relax a little. It's new to both of us, so I want to go slow today." Your voice is sturdy despite the slight nerves swirling in your stomach.

"Okay," he whispers, and he moves to lie down on his stomach, his cock trapped between his stomach and the sheets as he does. When he is in position, you drizzle some massage oil on your boyfriend's calves and thighs, watching the muscles flex as the cold substance hits his skin.

"Color?" "Green, Sunshine," he sighs, and you move to massage both his legs, starting with his calves before moving up to his thighs. You take your time to massage every inch of him, relaxing him as you do. Soft moans leave his lips as your fingers dig carefully into his flesh.

The dusting of hair on both his legs makes you chuckle as your fingers run over it, as it feels soft under your fingertips. When it's time to massage his back, you put a little more oil on it before running your hands over it with long strokes, and you can feel the nerves and tension leave his body with every passing moment.

After you've thoroughly massaged his back, you move down, ready to pay some special attention to his butt.

"Are you okay with me massaging your butt and some light anal play?" you ask him, and he has told you beforehand that's something he's willing to explore - though you still ask to be on the safe side, in case he has changed his might.

"Yes, Sunshine," he whispers, and you lean over his body to grab the small bottle of lube you have put there in advance. Your hands are still slicked up from the massage oil, so you first take your sweet time to massage each cheek before landing a playful slap on each, making him moan a little louder from the pleasure he's feeling.

"Sit on your hands and knees, Puppy. Show me what a good boy you can truly be for me," you order. Even though it takes him a few moments to adjust to the new position, you're delighted with the sight in front of you.

Tony's buttcheeks are spread open beautifully, exposing his puckered hole for you, and his cock is hanging under him, fiery red and already leaking pre-cum. There's a wet spot on the bed where it was trapped underneath his body, making you clench your thighs at the sight. He's been enjoying himself more than you thought he would have.

"Spread your legs for me, Puppy," you tell him, and he does as he's told. However, instead of moving on to pleasure him with your fingers, you get off the bed to grab a long, thin scarf you brought with you for tonight.

"Since I will bring you all the pleasure, I will tie your hands together. You will do what I say when I say it, and I do not expect any talkback unless I ask you a question. Do you understand?" you tell him sternly, and you can see his cock twitch at the way you're talking to him. It doesn't quite come naturally to you yet, but you still enjoy it at the same time.

"Y-yes, Mommy," he whispers, his eyes clenched shut.

"What did you say? You need to speak up; otherwise, I can't hear you, Puppy. And I know for sure you can talk louder than that," you say, and he finally looks up at you, eyes glossy and his mouth slightly slack. It finally dawns on you to know how much he enjoys it, and your panties are officially ruined as a gush of arousal soaks your panties.

You look at him with a raised brow. Even though it takes him a moment to gather his thoughts, he finally manages to say them properly, and you're very proud of him.

"Yes, Mommy, please tie me up," he says as he looks wholly fucked out already, and you have barely touched him apart from the massage. The anticipation has him trembling slightly, so you decide to take a bit of mercy on him, swiftly tying his hands to one of the bars on his headboard.

"Look at you, Puppy, you're fucking beautiful like this," you praise Tony, and he whimpers softly at your words. He's leaning on his elbows, and his ass is perfectly presented now that he's sitting like this.

"What's your color?" you ask when you take your place behind him again, seated on your knees between his spread legs.

"G-green," he croaks out, and you smirk at his response. The sight in front of you is nothing short of perfect, and you're glad he asked you to do this—you'll definitely be doing more of it in the future, too.

"So beautiful, Puppy," you whisper as your hands glide over his cheeks, and you can't resist the urge to give a nice spanking on them, marking them with your handprints in the process. As your hands make contact with his plush flesh, you feel a jolt of electricity going through your body, and the sheer power you're currently having over your boyfriend has you on the edge of orgasm already, and tonight isn't even about your pleasure.

"More, Mommy, please!" Tony begs you, but instead of spanking him again, you take hold of his balls, catching him by surprise as a soft gasp leaves his lips.

"What did I say? You don't talk unless you're being talked to," you remind him, and he nods. You roll his balls in your hands, giving them a gentle tug and squeeze every now and again that has Tony gasping and moaning within no time, his cock only leaking more and more pre-cum as you do so.

"You close, Puppy?" you ask him, and he nods. He only needs a little more to cum, but just before he can, you pull your hand away, leaving him on the edge of an orgasm with a whine.

"It's okay, Puppy, I'll let you cum later. First, I'm going to have some fun with this beautiful, tight hole of yours, and if you're a good boy for me, I'll let you cum in my mouth so I can swallow every last drop of that delicious cum of yours."

You reach over to grab the lube, and you flip the top open, ready to put some lube on your fingers to open him up slowly, ready to take your fingers before you allow him to cum.

"What's your color?" you ask as you see him jerk as he hears the lube.

"G-green," he whispers shyly, but you don't entirely believe him, giving him the chance to try again.

"Tony, can you tell me your color? It's okay to need a break," you tell him, reassuring him as your fingers softly glide over the side of his thigh, his entire body trembling in the moment.

"Yellow," he says as he drops his head, ashamed of having to speak safeword right now. He goes to sit on his knees, his head hanging between his upper arms, a blush spreading over his cheeks from embarrassment.

"Can you tell me what's going on, My Love?" you say as you crouch next to the bed, your face on the same level as his while your hand runs soothingly over his back. Concern is all over your face as you look at him, and your heart hurts slightly at the sight.

"I'm very nervous. Please just hold me for a moment," Tony asks. You nod in understanding before moving onto the bed and by his side, holding him now that he needs it most.

"That's okay; you're allowed to be nervous. We're only doing this for the first time, and I'm proud of you for safewording when you need a break. I promise you that you're doing amazing right now," you tell him, your free hand cupping his cheek, and your thumb runs soothingly over his cheekbone.

"Thank you," Tony whispers almost inaudibly, and you smile reassuringly. You lean in for a soft kiss, which he happily reciprocates as his mind calms down and the nerves slowly seep out of his body. He trusts you completely with everything, but it was too much for him right now, and he's glad you stopped when he needed it - and that you gave him the space to take the break he wanted.

"There is no need to thank me, My Love. This is what we do: We trust each other and listen when others need it. Love is a two-way street, and we're on this together," you tell him, and he nods.

"I love you, Sunshine," he tells you, and you smile brightly at his words. The butterflies in your stomach go wild at the sight of your boyfriend, who willingly puts every ounce of his trust into your hands.

Once Tony has given the all-clear to continue, you have taken your place behind him again, and he's wiggling his butt in anticipation of what's to come. There's an apparent change in his behavior, and you know the small break did him well. He drank a few sips of water before moving on, and he felt a lot better than before.

"Ready, Puppy?" you ask after slicking up your index finger with the lube you opened earlier.

"Yes, I'm ready," he says to you, and you spread his cheeks with your free hand, the other one moving to slick up his puckered hole as well. The moment your finger makes contact with the rim, he gasps at the cold feeling of the lube on your finger, and you chuckle.

"Keep breathing for me, Puppy," you tell him when you notice he's holding his breath, and he does with a long exhale. He wasn't aware he was holding his breath, and he inhaled deeply as you massaged his rim.

Your gaze is laser-focused, and you bite down on your bottom lip when you slide in the tip of your index finger. Tony rocks back against your finger, trying to get more of it after a bit of taste, but you don't give him the satisfaction of doing that.

"Stay still, Puppy. I'm the one who decides the pace right now, and you're going to take whatever I'm giving you," you reprimand him, and Tony whimpers at your words.

After a short moment, you pick up where you left off, your free hand kneading the flesh of his butt as you slowly and carefully stretch him further on your finger until you can comfortably work two of them in. You let out a content hum as you feel his walls pull around your fingers, and you suddenly understand why he loves using his fingers on you.

"That's it, Puppy, you're doing so well for me," you praise him as you find his prostate. Your fingers gliding over it earn you a loud moan as he pushes his hips back, wanting you to do it again.

"You like that, huh? Does my Puppy like it when I play with his ass until he cums like a fucking slut? Yeah, I knew you were nothing more than a little hole for me to play with until you cum for me," you say as you slowly work him up to his orgasm.

"M-Mommy, please!" Tony begs when he's close and doesn't need much to reach his high.

"What do you want, Puppy? Let me know what you want. No, beg me for it like a pathetic little slut," you order, and he slips even further into the fuzzy headspace as you do. He enjoys it and wants to stay in it forever, having you take care of him forever when he's like this.

"M close, Mommy, l-let me cum! Please, spank me, Mommy!" he says, and you're going to be forgiving to him this time. Just as your fingers work over his prostate again, you smack him hard on his ass with your free hand, and he cums with a loud, broken moan.

Endless ropes of his cum paint his sheets as his cock keeps twitching, and his hips rut against your fingers as you work him through his orgasm, praising him endlessly. When he's spent, he collapses to the side, careful not to trap his sensitive cock between his thighs by accident.

"That's it, Puppy, such a good boy! You listened so well to Mommy. You're beautiful when you cum for me like this," you tell him as you pepper his entire body with kisses, reassuring and praising him constantly as he catches his breath. You quickly untie his hands, so he has his free range of motion back.

You come to lay behind him, pulling him close to your body as you act like the big spoon, though in reality, he's still a lot bigger than you are. Despite this, his hand seeks out yours, and he laces his fingers together with yours when he finds it, his thumb rubbing over the back of your hand.

"You did so well for me, My Love; you listened so well," you tell him. The two of you stay like that for the good part of 15 minutes as you keep praising him to ensure he comes down from his high carefully, not wanting him to crash.

"Can you sit up for me, My Love? You need to drink some water and eat some strawberries; it'll give you your strength back," you tell him, and he nods slowly. With slow movement he sits up against the headboard, his thighs spread a little to not hurt his cock.

"That's it, such a good boy for me," you whisper as he takes a few sips of water between each strawberry. He moans at the taste exploding in his mouth, the sweetness coating his tongue with every bite.

"I'm going to run a bath for you, okay? I'll be right back," you tell him, and he nods. The bath is drawn in a few minutes, and Tony sits in it to relax after your scene. You brought his water and the strawberries, which he's now happily munching on while sitting and soaking in the bath.

"I love you so much, Sunshine. Thank you so much for doing this," he tells you, and you smile brightly at him. The sparkle in his eyes shows you everything you need to know, and you could not be happier about how everything turned out.

While Tony is enjoying his bath, you change his sheets and prepare a comfortable outfit for both of you before preparing the couch with your favorite blanket and more snacks to enjoy as you watch a movie.

Once Tony is done, he dries off quickly before putting on the outfit you put on, which matches yours. As a surprise, you bought matching cozy pajamas for the two of you, making you look adorable together. Tony lets himself fall onto the couch in his dorm, and you quickly sit next to him before putting the blanket over your legs.

"Thank you for everything tonight, Sunshine. It was truly a beautiful experience. And most of all, thank you for trusting me enough to explore these things. I know I couldn't have done it without you," Tony tells you as you're curled against his side.

"I should be thanking you for trusting me, My Love. You have been very brave in doing this and also for safewording when you needed it. I'll be looking forward to doing this again in the future, though, because it was a lot of fun to explore this together," you tell him, and he nods.

He leans down to capture your lips with his in a featherlight kiss, but it conveys every ounce of emotion and love his words can't. That night, you two watch a movie while cuddling up on the couch, eating the snacks you prepared, and laughing endlessly without a single care.

Just as you're about to reach for another snack, you suddenly get nauseous before making a beeline for the toilet. Little do you know that the future you're dreaming of is closer than you could ever imagine, and your world will be turned upside down for the better when it does. With your boyfriend by your side, you can get through everything life throws your way, though, no matter how significant it might be.

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hygge-ao3 · 10 months

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Mochi & Luna

Summary: Dan has planned a huge surprise for Phil for their anniversary, but what he doesn’t know is that Phil has planned the same thing for him.

Written for Phanfiction Bingo 2023

Square: Pet Owners

Rating: Everyone

Triggers/Warnings: None

Additional tags: fluff, dogs, pets, established relationship, surprises

Words: 1,558

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“You and I are gonna hang out here for a little while until Phil gets back, okay? Then, we’re going to surprise him with all of your cuteness.”

Dan shut the bedroom door behind him and looked down at the puppy in his arms. The puppy looked up at Dan with its large brown eyes. It almost felt surreal, having this little ball of fluff and cuteness that was his. That was theirs.

He placed a quick kiss on the top of the puppy’s head, which was returned with a lick to the side of the face. “God, he’s gonna love you so much. Yes, he is.”

If Dan could pull this off, this was going to be the best surprise ever.

They had talked about getting a dog countless times over the years. Having a dog used to be something that felt so out of reach when they were renting, but now that they had a house and no landlord to deal with, it was a topic that came up more and more frequently. They had the time, they had the outdoor space, so it was a no brainer for Dan when he was trying to figure out what to get Phil for their anniversary.

Phil probably would have been happy with any dog, or any gift for that matter, but a corgi was the obvious choice.

When Dan found a litter of six corgi puppies that needed homes, there was one that immediately stuck out to Dan. It wasn’t the most rambunctious, but it also wasn’t the calmest. This puppy came right up to Dan, put his two front paws on Dan’s legs, and gave what Dan could only describe as a smile. Instead of Dan choosing the puppy, it seemed liked the puppy had chosen him.

Over the next couple of weeks, Dan had secretly been ordering supplies— a dog bed, toys, dog bowls, food. Each box was hidden in the closet of their guest room, under the guise that they were props for a new video. Which, he guessed, wasn’t entirely a lie since he was sure there would be a dog introduction video at some point.

Even though the supplies were covered, he had no idea how he was going to smuggle a dog into their house without Phil knowing. He had thought about bringing Martyn in on the surprise and asking him to get Phil out of the house for a little while. But when Dan woke up that morning, luck seemed to be on his side when Phil told him he needed to run some errands, leaving him with just enough time to pick up the puppy.

He had done this all right under Phil’s nose, and Phil didn’t seem to have any idea what was actually going on. It was going to be perfect.

Dan put the puppy on the floor and watched as it explored around the room, sniffing everything and stumbling around. The puppy ran around the bed and came back to Dan with one of Phil’s socks in his mouth.

“No, give me that.” Dan knelt to the floor and grabbed Phil’s cactus sock out of the puppy’s mouth. “He’s gonna have to learn to pick up after himself, isn’t he? Maybe you could teach him a lesson since he doesn’t listen to me.”

He sat down on the floor and let out a laugh as the puppy started to jump all over him. Even when his phone vibrated in his pocket, he had a hard time getting to it without getting bombarded with little kisses. How could something so tiny have so much energy?

Phil, 2:41pm There’s a surprise waiting for you in the lounge 🎁

Dan, 2:41pm omw 🏃

He carefully got up from the floor, making sure he didn’t accidentally step on the puppy, it was so small.

“I have to go upstairs, so I need you to be extra quiet, okay? Don’t pee on anything while I’m gone.”

Dan did a quick scan of the room to make sure there wasn’t anything the puppy could get into. He didn’t want to come back to a disaster, so he quickly removed a charging cable from the floor before he walked out.

While he was excited to see what Phil’s surprise was for him, he couldn’t help but feel a little smug that whatever Phil’s surprise was probably didn’t even come close to what was hiding in their bedroom.

But, once he entered the lounge, Dan let out a sound that was half disbelief and half a laugh. It turned out that Dan wasn’t the only one with the idea for the best surprise ever, because in the center of the room stood Phil with a shiba inu puppy in his arms.

“Surprise,” Phil smiled.

Dan walked up to Phil, mouth agape, still in shock. The light cream colored puppy looked up at Dan with brown eyes and started to wriggle around in Phil’s arms, letting out small, excited whimpers. Dan laughed and held out his hand for the puppy to sniff before he started to pet the top of its head.

“Hello,” Dan cooed. “You’re just the cutest, aren’t you?”

“Do you want to hold her?”

“Yes, but, let me get your gift first.” Dan was giddy with excitement as he hurried to the stairs. “You’re not gonna believe this!”

Dan rushed down the stairs to their bedroom. The corgi puppy was waiting patiently at the door when Dan returned.

“Are you ready to meet Phil and your sister? I know, you’re not an only child anymore.That lasted a whole twenty minutes, didn’t it? You’re as surprised as I am."

He picked up the puppy, giving it a couple quick kisses to the top of the head before making his way back upstairs.

“Two dogs!” Phil exclaimed when Dan came up the stairs, his face brighter and more excited than Dan had ever seen before. He was sat on the floor with the shiba inu puppy in his lap.

Dan sat down next to him and the corgi immediately started to climb over his legs and into Phil’s lap. Soon enough, both puppies were all over Phil.

“This is the best day of my life!” Phil laughed as he was getting bombarded with love from the puppies.

Dan couldn’t help but laugh along with him, still not believing that this happened.

But, it was weird how quickly having two dogs felt natural. There was never a question as to whether they would be able to handle two dogs. Sure, it would be a little hectic trying to keep track of them to make sure they weren’t getting into trouble, but it felt like it made sense. Of course they had two dogs. Now that Dan was experiencing it, he couldn’t imagine it any other way. Dan and Phil each had a dog to call their own, and the dogs now had someone to play with.

The two of them sat cross legged on the floor for over an hour playing with the dogs and watching them explore.

“Did you think of a name for him?” Dan asked.

Phil was happily watching the two dogs play tug of war with one of the new toys, and Dan wasn’t sure who to pay more attention to— Phil or the dogs.

“I think he looks like a Mochi,” Phil replied, not taking his eyes off of the dogs.

“Mochi? That’s adorable.”

Phil turned towards Dan. “Have you thought of a name?”

“I had a couple in mind, but now I feel like she needs to be a Japanese snack, too.”

“Hmmm,” Phil hummed as he thought for a few seconds. “Hi-Chew? Matcha Kit Kat? Tokyo Banana?”

“All great options, Phil. Thank you so much,” Dan deadpanned. “Tokyo Banana rolls right off the tongue.”

“Toki for short?” Phil tried, a hopeful smile on his face.

Dan shook his head. “Don’t think that’s gonna make the cut.”

Out of all of the daydreams Dan had about owning a dog, he had never given much thought to what that dog might be called. It was a lot of pressure, choosing a name that will define the dog for the next 12-15 years.

He watched the shiba inu for a little while, mentally trying out different names. Kira, Ella, Piper, Nala. Nothing was sticking. He ended up going through the alphabet and thinking of a name for each letter.

“What about Luna?” he eventually asked Phil.

“Mochi and Luna. Dan, Phil, Mochi, and Luna. That’s cute. I like it.”

“What— are we doing Christmas cards now?” he teased, picturing all of their names written out.

Phil let out a small gasp. “We totally should. We could do a little photoshoot like we did with the calendar! We could sit in front of the Christmas tree and have them sit inside of little presents.”

Dan wasn’t actually serious, but he couldn’t deny that was a ridiculously cute idea. They could dress up in festive jumpers and maybe even get the dogs little outfits if they tolerated them. And maybe that could be a tradition they started, taking Christmas photos each year and sending them to family and friends. Over the years they could have something to look back on to remind them of where their little family started. Their own little family.

#phanfiction #phanfiction fluff #Phanfic #phanfic fluff #phanfictionbingo #phanfiction bingo

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caihongs · 1 year

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⭐️ For the Director’s Cut!

hi anon! i posted a chaniel/lecciardo fic for valentine's day last month and haven't made a tumblr promo post about it yet >< (link here!) but this section of it really made my own heart skip a beat sjkfhaskf i just love writing people in love...

In the end, when he has his way with him and Charles is left watching the sleeping figure of him in his bed, he realises that it’s Daniel’s inherently sweet disposition that carries Charles down this wayward street of infatuation to love.

Some mornings it’s Charles’ coffee, made somehow perfectly with the temperamental coffee machine Lorenzo gifted him when he first moved out. Other days when Daniel leaves before he can say goodbye, it’s a letter on the fridge written in English and Italian. Charles can barely understand it because of his often appalling spelling, but he’s still left smiling after, sated even when they’re spending weeks apart.

“You look pretty today,” he says to Charles one day when he comes out of the bathroom in his Ferrari suit. He’s worn this countless times before and Daniel has seen both him and Sebastian in the same thing for years. And yet, his heart pounds so loud he can hear it and wonders what he should say back.

“You’re pretty too.” It’s choked out and would have come off insincere if not for the way he blooms with the praise, and how Charles would never say anything he didn’t mean when it comes to Daniel. He’s drinking water and scrolling through his phone at the counter but Charles still finds him stupidly handsome. Pretty too. The sun dapples his brown curls, his lashes fan against the skin beneath his eyes when he blinks, and he’s freshly-shaven but when he kisses Charles, he can still feel the prickle against his chin. It makes him chuckle to himself and he can’t help but ask Daniel for another and another, until he has to grab him by the lapels of his blazer and tell him that Andrea has been waiting for him for the past fifteen minutes outside.

so this fic was very much entirely inspired by laufey's valentine, one of the sweetest songs in existence. her music and voice make me want to fall in love OTL

in the song, it goes:

"He tells me I'm pretty Don't know how to respond I tell him that he's pretty too Can I say that? Don't have a clue"

which inspired this scene! from vegas 2019, to daniel wanting to be on a deserted island with charles because he caves under peer pressure, to daniel whispering into charles' neck rumoured to be 'you have big dick energy' at monza 2022, to daniel saying je t'aime and charles replying with moi aussi at singapore 2022, i've been fascinated by their relationship and how easily daniel reduces charles to a stuttering, blushing mess. if you've read any of my kpop rpf or simply filtered for additional tags, you'll know how much i love an established r/s and/or domestic fluff moment and this is no exception. it's them finding home in each other despite the busy lives they lead and despite the fact that charles in this fic overthinks himself to death, he finally reckons with the truth that he will always be enough for daniel to stay. i wish i could be more eloquent with this but in the words of jane austen, if i loved this fic less, i might be able to talk about it more.

#hay.txt #hay.ask #valentine au

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In the Clouds With You by at1stsoo ft. ksoo's I Do

Hello dear kaisooist, how has your day been so far? I hope you are well.

I first recorded this episode a day after the pre-released track titled ‘I Do’ of Kyungsoo’s second mini album.

So this episode is in commemoration of Kyungsoo’s second mini album, pre released track, titled ‘I Do’ PLAY THE MUSIC STOP AT 0:03, we will be looking at a fic I believe is very appropriate. This story we will be looking at today, illustrates and has the essence of the song.

Before diving into the fic of the day proper, I would just like to share with you the sequence in which we will be sharing this space.

First I will introduce the fic with its technical aspects of word count, tags, author’s summary, setting. Then I will talk a bit about my experience reading the fic, and connecting parts of the narrative to the lovely song we have received from our dear Kyungsoo. And lastly a short intro to the author and a qna with the author.

Without further ado, let us dive into the fic of the day.

The fic i will be going through today… is laced with so much love, and even more love to be desired upon after reading this short thousand word fic.

In the Clouds With You by at1stsoo is the fic we will be looking at today. Set in this universe where kaisoo is the way we see them now, but of course laced with fiction. This work is part of the Waxing & Waning series. I will not get into what Waxing & Waning is today, because that series needs a few episodes by itself. But going back to the fic of the day. General tags of In the Clouds With You by at1stsoo includes Fluff, Romance Wedding ish, and because it is a non au, it has also been tagged as canon compliant.

The premise of the fic, reading from the authors summary: The location is heavenly, and Jongin envisions something other than a press conference taking place. (Kyungsoo does, too.)

The setting for this fic comes after the Waxing & Waning series, so kaisoo is already in an established relationship. It is a non au, so it is inspired by real life events. Here, the event that sparked this beautiful thousand word fic was The War press conference back in July 2017.

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Everytime i read this fic, it is quite a fast read, well again it's about a thousand words, and wow does it give me the giddy feeling of love. The first few paragraphs of the fic, we have a scene where kaisoo are in their immaculate suits, written so painfully like them getting ready for a wedding ceremony in the venue. Sorry not A wedding, THEIR wedding.

The giddy feeling of love and hope and knowing their love is perfect. TO ME. Their love is perfect to me. Haha

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I am so in love with kyungsoo’s voice and his loving and lovely lyrics. So with that, connecting parts of the narrative to the song, we have Kyungsoo singing Whatever you like, I like it too Wherever you go, I go PLAY THE MUSIC at 1:52 stop at 2:02

And in the last part of In the Clouds With You by at1stsoo, and i quote:

He releases his boyfriend and reaches into his white pants to pull out the silver ring and look at it properly. Jongin turns it over in his hand and notices an inscription inside the band:

Then, Now, Always

His eyes well up a little, and he meets Kyungsoo’s gaze with a *hitch* slight hitch in his breath.

“You like it?”

Jongin nods, his joy evident despite the tear that trickles down his cheek. “I do, I do.” Kyungsoo smiles back at him, a little glassy-eyed himself, and reaches into his navy pants’ pocket, pulling out a matching silver ring. Jongin marvels at it for a moment. “So we were only missing an officiant today?”

“Pretty much,” Kyungsoo says, giving him a light peck on the nose, cheek, and lastly lips. “You like it here? Or someplace like this?”

“Name the time. Name the place. I’m yours.”

and of course to fuel this kaisooism even more, Kyungsoo says in ‘I Do’ start at 0:54 PLAY THE MUSIC stop at 1:07 ‘i know you and you know me like we are one, between us we share countless, identical memories’ oh my kaisoo… honestly i think enough has been said. The thing is, as a kaisooist who takes references from at1stsoo’s fics, it is as if the song was inspired by this moment. Their moment of innocent intimacy, their promises of lifelong commitment, and the confidence that they would be able to prevail all that limits their bond of love.

Just an anecdote of what happened on the day of the pre released track, as i was listening to the song, i DMed at1stsoo. She mentioned upon listening to the latest release, that she had to edit the fic to have Jongin say PLAY THE MUSIC STOP AT 0:03 I Do, I do, to Kyungsoo’s sweet proposal.

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Onto the next segment where we introduce a bit on the author: at1stsoo is, as we all know, a writer. A kaisoo historian and won the best kaisooist a few years ago. Works on ao3 amount to about 50 fics and counting. All on EXO.

at1stsoo has been in this fandom since 2013, that's about 10 years. The pull factor that got her into this fandom was when EXO released Growl. She heard the song and loved the start of the second verse. When she watched the music video for Growl and saw Kyungsoo sing the start of the 2nd verse, her bias was solidified. Back during The Moon promotions, at1stsoo obsession was on all of Kyungsoo’s stage greetings for The Moon and the confidence he is showing in interacting with fans. The meaning behind her user pseudo name is: when she fell in love with Kyungsoo at first listen and at first sight.

My question for at1stsoo was, what was your thought process when you saw kaisoo in the war press conference? What was the first thing that came to mind, and how did everything come to place in the end to birth this beautiful one shot?

At1stsoo response was that she immediately thought the boys looked like they were ready to be in a wedding, esp Kyungsoo and Jongin, and the venue for the presscon was soooo different from the usual? outdoors? greenery? it felt like such an outdoor wedding, so she thought - ok today's the day Kaisoo gets married in the Waxing & Waning series.

at1stsoo continued that of course, a proposal made a lot more sense than an actual wedding, so she ran with that. at1stsoo had always loved their secretive whispers right in front of fans on stage so she thought a secretive proposal in front of the press was kinda fitting.

So that about sums it all for this episode, link to the fic would be linked, do take some time to read! It is just a thousand words, and what better way to celebrate this proposal ish song other than at1stsoo’s subtle wedding ish nonau fic, In the Clouds With You?

Have a lovely week dear kaisooists, thank you so much for tuning in, and we’ll see you in the next one. Bye!

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ahundredtimesover · 3 years

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Please Love Me: The Honeymoon | JJK

Pairing: Jungkook x (f.) Reader

Genre/Tags: established relationship, husband JK; fluff, smut

Warnings: Fingering, hand job, making out, breast play, straddling, not too explicit smut but: oral sex (m & f receiving), unprotected sex, lounge chair sex, wall sex, vanilla sex, talks of insecurities, lots of cheese and lots of loving (18+)

Word count: 16.3k

Summary: You didn’t think you’d be here, but you are. Fiji is beautiful, and you can’t think of a better place to spend your honeymoon with your husband than here.

A/N: This is the follow-up to Please Love Me that I’ve been meaning to write and muster JK was all it took and I got a little carried away. I’ve never been to Fiji and I’ve been dreaming of doing so and it was fun to write up a whole vacation fic with husband JK set here. Lots of fluff and comfort in this one and my writing has evolved (I think?) since I first wrote the mini-series and this may not be plot-heavy but it reminded me why I love writing! I hope you enjoy this one ☺️ Also to my hype woman @btstannies, I feel like we’ve come full circle with this one! ;)

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You look out the tiny window and marvel at the scene of the tranquil ocean waters, vast and majestic below you. Looking at it already makes you hear the sounds of the calm waves, makes you taste the saltiness on your tongue, makes you feel its hypnotic and serene effect.

Right next to you, your husband seems to be doing the same. He already looks relaxed, something you’re immensely thankful for, given how the stress he’s been under the past months has taken so much out of him.

You turn back to the view and huff in excitement as the cerulean blue ocean transitions to a turquoise color as the seaplane you’re on nears the island.

“It’s so beautiful,” Jungkook peers over you, the wonder evident in his voice, like it’s the first time he’s seen something like this.

“It’s as if you’ve never flown over the Caribbean or skydove over the Atlantic Ocean, Kook,” you giggle, recalling all the photos and stories from his half-year break after university that he loves reminiscing about.

“Yeah, but this one’s special,” he hums, and you could feel him smile next to you.

He kisses your shoulder before he settles back to his seat, the pilot announcing your arrival at the resort.

As the door opens and you’re greeted with the sing-song sounds of the locals, you’re overcome with joy and excitement. Since the development of your relationship with Jungkook some time ago, the planning for the honeymoon commenced immediately.

Jungkook was so excited and wanted to leave right away, but unfortunately, you both work in unpredictable environments and much as you wanted to get away to your tropical island to enjoy the sun and “do all the sextivities you want, as much as you want,” like how your friends put it, it just wouldn’t happen. You both wanted at least 2 weeks of vacation and your schedules wouldn’t align; one always had something important to do or some other country to be in.

Jungkook was holding out until “life stopped getting in the way” so he could enjoy his time in the islands with you that it got so pushed back, even reaching your anniversary, but after countless rebooked flights and packed and unpacked luggage bags, you’re finally here, in the place that your uncle raved about for its beautiful beaches and unmatched hospitality.

You immediately get what he’s talking about as you’re serenaded by an ensemble right as you enter the lobby. The resort’s owner welcomes you with fresh coconut and flower necklaces in hand.

“Mr. and Mrs. Jeon,” she greets. “It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“The pleasure is ours, Ms. Raj,” you bow. “My apologies for all the postponements and change in plans, even up to the last minute. We can’t imagine how troublesome it must’ve been for you,” you say.

“Oh, that’s nothing to worry about. You and Mr. Jeon live such busy lives and we’re honored to even be accommodating you here,” she responds.

“I thank my uncle for the recommendation, but really, we saw the photos and fell in love immediately,” you smile, recalling how the night after your first I love you, Jungkook pulled up the resort’s website and decided this was it.

You should’ve guessed that your uncle would choose to book you your own private island complete with a personal butler and a chef, but true to form, you and Jungkook opted for an over-the-water bungalow instead. It’s still in a secluded part of the resort and being able to jump in the water off the balcony right as you wake up was too tempting for Jungkook to give up.

A map and list of activities by the front desk catch your husband’s attention as you chat with Ms. Raj, prompting you to proceed to the reception to check in.

You still have everything at your disposal, you’re told - from 24/7 room and shuttle services, use of all amenities and water sports equipment, booking of any activity that you want, and the private island should you change your mind midway through your stay, all of which are part of the package.

You’re glad you don’t have to worry about things, at least for now. You’ve waited for this for months. You and Jungkook have gotten closer, and you want nothing more than private time with him to get to know him better and revel in the things that you do know and already love about him.

You try to process everything that the front desk agent tells you, but you can’t help but glance at Jungkook in his black joggers, white v-neck shirt, and bucket hat ensemble, mouth slightly parted as he watches the TV that shows the different island activities. While you two have a general idea of what you want to do, Jungkook’s the type to get a little adventurous and do what he feels like, whenever he feels like.

“Oh Kook, the paragliding site looks amazing!” You say next to him, your hand immediately intertwining with his. “You’ve been meaning to do that for a while.”

He hums in response.

“And the sunrise hike looks stunning, too,” you continue. “We should do that.”

“I was thinking maybe we could go fishing. Or you know, I could kayak us to a little island or something,” he says, voice low. “That seems fun.”

Not again, you tell yourself.

“Honey,” you tug his hand, prompting him to look at you.

“Hmm?”

“We’re 20-year olds in our honeymoon and we’re celebrating our first year anniversary,” you say, turning him towards you. “We’re not a couple in our 80s enjoying our retirement.”

“Hey, fishing and kayaking aren’t just for old retired couples.”

“Those are literally what our grandparents do together every weekend,” you deadpan. “Except kayaking since they use motorized water bikes instead.”

“Yeah but they’re chill activities and we’re here to relax, you know?”

“Kook,” you say, taking his hand and placing it on your chest, near your heart, which you know is the reason why he’s being like this. “This isn't going to stop beating just because I decided to glide in the air or climb a mountain, okay?”

He looks up at you with a worried look on his face, one he tends to have every time you bring up doing any adrenaline-pumping activity.

“I’ve been cleared for years,” you remind him. “I don’t worry about my heart anymore, and I don’t want you to. I just want to relax and enjoy and do fun things with my husband. Do you think we can do that?”

You smile. And that’s all Jungkook needs to calm his racing heart every time he thinks about you, all the possibilities, and everything that could go wrong, something that he doesn’t voice out as much but is evident in his face nonetheless. He knows he’s being overly cautious with this one but he just can’t help it sometimes.

On nights when he’s tired and stressed, he lays his head on your chest to help him fall asleep. It’s what he’d tell you, as he’d lightly push you on your back so he can position himself, your pillowy soft breasts cushioning him, and he wraps his arm around you.

He’d let the thought of how lucky you are that you survived long enough to be with him, long enough to love him and be loved by him, to remind him of the things that matter. It would always be your beating heart - more than your soft smile and sweet laughter - that would be his lifeline. And faint as it is right now, he knows it’s beating. And he doesn’t want to take anything for granted.

“Okay,” he smiles, as he takes his hand off your chest to wrap it around your waist and pull you close. “We’ll do all those fun things,” he whispers in your ear. “But we have to reserve our energy for all the sextivities, alright babe?”

He releases you from his hold and you nod your head, trying to keep a calm demeanor, but the way you’re aggressively biting your lip may be giving you away.

Jungkook smirks. “Let’s go check out our room, yeah?”

It’s quite the walk to your bungalow, but it’s one you enjoy given the view of the ocean and the friendly smiles of hotel staff that greet you. Past the pools and gardens, you make it to a walkway that leads you to your home for the next couple of days, the one at the very end that juts out to the South Pacific Ocean.

You’re welcomed to a mix of sweet and earthy scent, and you’re too immersed in the homey and natural feel of your room that it doesn’t process immediately that it actually is filled with a variety of tropical flowers, and on the coffee table sits a pretty hand painted vase filled with more - some chrysanthemums, orchids, hibiscus, and few others that bring life and color to the room.

You’re about to comment how it’s sweet of the staff to prepare these until a card with your name catches your eye.

No smile that’s sweeter, no touch more tender, there’s no soul more beautiful than what you have. Happy honeymoon and anniversary, my lovely wife. All this may wither but my love never will.

A smile graces your face at the incredibly cheesy but very Jungkook-like message on the card. He clears his throat as he watches you go over the words multiple times.

“Do you like them?”

“Is this what you’d tell girls to get them to go out with you?” You giggle as you turn towards him.

“Well, I didn’t actually need to say anything,” he responds cheekily, moving towards you. “But that was the least cringe-worthy of all my options because for some reason, a love note that’s accompanied by flowers is pretty cheesy. I realized that just now,” he laughs.

“It is, but these are beautiful, Kook,” you affirm him, glancing over the flower-filled vase that he confirms is hand painted and something you can bring home with you.

“I just knew you’d miss your flowers back home so might as well have some of your own here,” he explains, his arms around your waist now. His flushed cheeks cause your insides to melt.

You grip the edges of his bucket hat and pull his face towards you. “Thank you,” you whisper, and you kiss him languidly, enjoying his mint taste and soft hums against your mouth. Your tongues entangle, teeth biting each other’s lips, and you feel yourself getting warmer, the thought of worry-free days of just doing this makes you feel hot everywhere.

The sound of the doorbell disrupts you. You walk towards the door and turn the knob and you’re greeted by a large platter of desserts - strawberry jam-filled donuts, profiteroles, mango eclairs, and more. Your eyes widen in joy; no matter where you are in the world, sweets are sweets and you’ll never get enough of them.

“Great, they got the profiteroles right, easier for you to eat in one bite,” Jungkook says, and you all but jump at him at this moment.

He doesn’t seem to be trying, really, as he just naturally picks up even the most trivial things about you now. The fact that he does, that he pays attention and remembers these things, are most often enough to ease whatever bits of insecurity you feel when it comes to being his wife, something natural, you think, as Junghyun has mentioned that Jungkook has bouts of them, too, although you did not prod.

“What’s with all the surprises, Kook?” You ask, as you pop a piece of profiterole in your mouth. “Flowers and sweets? You really know the way to my heart.”

“They're just appetizers for the real gift,” he says, voice low this time.

“There’s more?” You cock an eyebrow.

His smirk and the way his arm is propped against the balcony door should’ve been your hint.

“Me. I’m the gift,” he states.

You don’t know if you want to laugh or be turned on, but leave it to Jungkook to go from sweet and thoughtful to cheeky and being a tease.

You smile instead and watch his features soften as his eyes linger on you. You’re the best gift I didn’t think I could ever have, you don’t say.

Jungkook’s heart skips a beat at your smile, the one that he loves waking up to everyday. You’ve had a glow about you the past few months, as if you seem to be in a state of perpetual calmness and joy, and he likes to think it’s because of him.

It’s not perfect, as all relationships are - he still speaks before he thinks sometimes and you still keep things to yourself - but even in the darkness before you both sleep, he can sense the sparkle in your eyes and taste the sweetness of your smile when he kisses you goodnight and you wish for his sweet dreams.

Those are always enough to remind him that everything is okay.

The mid-afternoon flies by like a breeze, the scent and coolness of the ocean captivating enough for you to forgo your planned nap and dip in the water instead.

Jungkook had gone straight into the ocean after inhaling his slice of chocolate cake, ignoring the possibility of him throwing up as he swam and tried to chase the fish he could see from the surface. He’d asked for you to join him, and all he had to do was flash his doe eyes and adorable little pout for you to give in.

You let the refreshing feel of the ocean overtake you, as you float about while your husband constantly dives deeper and pulls your legs right before he comes up for air. He makes up for it by peppering you with kisses and saying he’d make up for it some more once you’ve settled in tonight.

You eventually get up and have to call out to him multiple times to get ready for your dinner, the one arranged by your uncle, and Jungkook promises it would take him all but 5 minutes to fix up.

It takes him more than that, but as he asks you to check if he looks alright, you suddenly don’t mind how long he would need.

You almost feel like he’s teasing. With his nice-fitting shorts paired with a light blue shell-printed button-up shirt, he looks more than alright. The sleeves are snug on his biceps and the growing collection of tattoos on his right arm somehow looks even more alluring with this outfit. You notice his simple silver necklace and the grey sunglasses perched on his nose, and with his hair parted in the middle, he looks almost sinful.

You’d gotten used to his monochromatic - and either business professional or super casual - wardrobe that seeing him in something like this is doing things to you.

“How come I’ve never seen this top before?” You ask, fixing his collar and avoiding his eyes. You then proceed to get your things and head out the door.

“Well, remember when you were in Malaysia for a weekend and I said I spent it with your brother?”

“You… didn’t?” You ask, turning to him and cocking an eyebrow.

“No, actually. I spent it with Seoyeon and Yeri who took me shopping because apparently, I don’t have clothes that scream ‘I’m on a honeymoon with my beautiful wife,’” he explains. “Imagine 2 full days with your sister and my sister-in-law, going from store to store and trying on different clothes until they found the right combination.”

You laugh at this, imagining how fun that weekend must’ve been with your sister and Yeri nagging Jungkook like he’s their child.

“The clothes you have are fine, Kook. You could’ve declined,” you giggle.

“It was alright,” he shrugs. “I mean, I really wanted to impress you, you know?”

This catches you off-guard, Jungkook observes as he watches you get in the buggy that will transport you to the private cabana. But it’s a thought he’s had for a while after his best friends Jimin and Taehyung commented how all his clothes look the same.

It’s why he’d called your brother that weekend to get advice on how to spice things up and surprise you but Seoyeon overheard and insisted that the honeymoon would be a perfect time to try on new looks and see how you’d react.

Jungkook shyly tells you all this and you soften at the thought. Your husband may be adventurous but that doesn’t extend to his wardrobe, but knowing that he wants to try different things to impress you is causing your heart to soar. If only he knew what he really does to you, he wouldn't think he still needs to try.

“That’s very sweet of you, Kook,” you smile at him. “I’d say I don’t mind your current wardrobe but this look is a really good one. I like the fit and the print. It’s nice to see you in lighter colors.”

It’s a general observation but he still feels like doing a little dance; he wraps his arm around your shoulder instead and kisses the top of your head. “I’m required to report back to Seoyeon and Yeri so this is a good first day.”

You laugh and talk about the shopping spree until you reach the cabana, which you find is complete with lights and a canopy.

It’s situated on a private beach with the perfect view of the sunset. You’re serenaded by performers as you savor the 8-course meal that’s been prepared and bask in the beauty of the changing colors of the sky. All your senses come alive and as your surroundings turn dark, Jungkook’s comforting eyes reflect the light off the lanterns and he looks absolutely stunning.

“I can’t believe we’re finally here,” he says over the soft sounds of the crashing waves, his pretty orbs boring into you, and you know he means more than just Fiji.

“Me too,” you respond. “I’m so happy we’re here,” you say as you hold his gaze, your tender smile telling him that like him, you mean more than just Fiji, too.

You hug your propped up knees as your head lies on them, eyes on the glass floor that lets you watch the fish swimming underneath. The ocean is still outside but even then, you can feel and hear it, and you’re glad you decided on taking this bungalow; the proximity to the water is enough to relax you, to help you forget your responsibilities back home.

And Jungkook’s, because much as he insists that he doesn’t want to burden you with his work stress, you can’t really help it, especially when you feel his heavy breathing against your chest most nights, as he usually prefers lying on you like that to help him sleep. You could feel tiredness in his being, and you always wrap whatever body part of yours you can around him as if to absorb as much of his stress as possible.

He’s often gone once you wake up, nothing but a good morning text and a fresh pot of coffee in his wake.

You wonder how he’ll sleep tonight and you look forward to waking up with his arms wrapped around you, knowing you’ll get to spend the rest of the day with him. You wish you could have more time though, and that’s the thing that really bothers you. You could have more time here, you were supposed to, but due to a last minute event, you had to cut it short.

“What are you thinking about?” Jungkook breaks you from your thoughts. He’d been standing nearby, watching you and your heavy sighs as your eyes dart from the floor to the balcony.

“Hmm, that the fish look cute,” you reply, prompting him to sit on the floor and look at the glass window, too.

“Then why do you seem sad?”

You don’t feel like it’s something worth hiding, and you just always go back to what your brother tells you every time you feel a bit off.

You have to learn to talk about things, Seokjin would say.

“Well, I was just thinking that we’ve been here for barely a day and I already feel so relaxed,” you start, sitting upright now, feet dangling on the floor. “And you look so relaxed and I want that so much for you and it just sucks because we could be here for longer but I just—”

“Baby,” he cuts you off, kneeling down and scooting closer to you. “You got an invitation for an art gallery opening in Switzerland. That’s pretty special, right?”

You nod, thinking back to a few weeks ago when an art curator who chanced upon your work asked if you could attend, saying that she wants to meet you, too and hopes to feature your work soon, some of which you’ll be bringing with you. Jungkook had been excited and insisted on shortening your trip so you could make it.

“It could be a big opportunity for you,” he continues. “Plus, you always said you wanted to go back.”

“Yeah, but I was hoping to go with you though,” you pout, causing him to chuckle.

It’s an unusual sight for him, seeing you like this, since you’re always one to look at the bright side of things and find something positive in everything.

“We can always take another trip, okay?” He comforts, rubbing circles on your knees and smiling sweetly. “We talked about this just being part 1 of the honeymoon and we can even go somewhere right when you get back. Or during the holidays. I’ll ask for another vacation from my dad. Or I’ll make you do it since he probably won’t say no to you,” Jungkook laughs.

You’re appeased by his words, knowing he meant what he always said that it was okay.

“Prague would be nice. Or Scotland. Or you could take me to your favorite places in South America,” you softly say. “That would be nice.”

“It would. We have all the time in the world, okay babe? You don’t have to feel bad about it. It may be shorter than we wanted but that just means we have to savor our time here, don’t you think?”

Jungkook smirks, and by the way that he’s kneeling comfortably with his hands slowly traveling underneath your nightgown as he slowly lifts it, you know what he’s thinking about.

You bite your lip and can’t help the soft moan you release when his finger grazes your cunt.

“Can I?” He asks, and you respond with a nod.

The hands inside your thighs are replaced by his lips, soft kisses trailing your supple flesh. You involuntarily widen your legs as you get in tune with Jungkook’s motions, knowing he’s getting closer to where you want him to be.

“Is this what you meant about savoring our time here?” You ask, as you hear him moan from between your legs.

“Baby, I don’t need to be in a special place to make my wife feel good,” he answers. “But right now, that's all I want to do.”

You feel a wave of pleasure overtake you and you know you’re a goner. You’re madly in love with your husband and every single thing he does affects you in ways you’d never really expected.

He removes your underwear, feeling hypnotized with your scent of your arousal. He pulls you closer to him, hands gripping your thighs that he slowly raises so he can taste more of you.

Jungkook is already an expert at this, and you’ve observed how he gets so much pleasure from eating you out just as much as you. He’s memorized your body’s reactions and sounds so well, and he’s able to direct if he wants you to come fast or have you savor it, but right now it’s the former, as your orgasm comes so easily.

“That okay?” He asks.

“Mhmmm, Kook,” you moan as you nod, eyes now open as you come down from your high.

“Good, because we have all night for this,” he says, as he hovers over you, his eyes twinkling in admiration but his smirk warning you of how the rest of the evening is going to go.

The lukewarm water from the shower does little to counter the cool morning air, especially given the semi-outdoor shower that opens to the walled-deck of your bungalow where the hot tub is located. But it’s fine, you think, as you enjoy the battle of temperatures you’re experiencing. The water is enough to soothe your sore muscles and the breeze is just right to give you that refreshing, island feel.

The sunrise was beautiful this morning, and you’re glad that you weren’t tired enough to miss it, given how Jungkook took to heart his desire to make you feel good last night. You both wanted to witness your first crack of dawn together, which you did, pretty quickly, since your husband couldn’t keep his hands off you again and pleaded for some sunrise sex and he looked too beautiful for you to say no.

You’re thinking about what transpired not long ago, how Jungkook took you gently that time, towering over you with his soft smile as he caressed your face and kissed your fingers that were tracing his tender features. You bite your lip at the memory, as the way he looks at you when you both make love is something that you’re still getting used to.

You hear the creak of the bathroom door and the sink faucet turn on, laughing to yourself how it took him a good 15 minutes after the first time you asked him to get ready. The shower door opens and without turning your back, you greet him.

“Good morning, honey.”

“Mhmm, good morning babe,” he grunts, his mouth so close to your ear that his post-sex morning voice sends shivers down your spine.

His head settles on the crook of your neck and lays on your shoulder, unbothered by the water flowing down your body. His hot breath adds to your excitement, as you feel his bare body against your back and his hardened length poking your ass.

His hands wrap around your torso, stroking your flesh and traveling north to caress your breasts. His fingers rub circles on your pert nipples, and he smirks at the thought of you being aroused again.

“Is this because of the cold or because of me?” He whispers in your ear.

“Both,” you respond, a moan escaping your lips.

He hums as he peppers your neck with soft and teasing kisses, his hips bucking against your back as he finds a rhythm. His one hand trails south, fingers easily slipping between your lips as he spreads your slick around your cunt.

“Now this is because of me,” he grunts.

You’re slowly getting into the groove, and your own hand sneaks behind you to grip on his member, aching and teasing you intensely.

“Is this because of the cold or because of me?” You smirk, your hand stroking the flesh with the limited space you have.

“Hmm, both,” he teases. “But mostly you,” he continues, as he bucks into your hand.

You quicken your pace, squeezing the head and spreading the slick around the tip, and it’s not long after when he comes. His drawn out moans are your own undoing, as he expertly plays with your nub.

“Want more,” he breathes heavily.

You want to give in, you really do, but you made plans during dinner and you want to see them through.

You turn around to face him.

“Honey, we have island hopping in half an hour, we don’t have time.”

“We do, if we go now,” Jungkook pouts. “Plus, we can literally schedule it another time. We have everything here at our disposal.”

“Yes, but we told Ms. Raj we’d leave at 9. They’ll be waiting for us,” you explain, combing your fingers through his hair then straightening out his scrunched eyebrows. “We’ll have time for this tonight, okay?”

Jungkook sighs and buries his head in your neck again, mumbling an “okay.”

You try to finish rinsing in peace quickly before Jungkook pulls you in for more kisses again, which he does, right before you exit the bathroom and you get ready for the day ahead.

You finally make it to your private boat that would take you to the surrounding islands and let you cruise through the waters and enjoy the cool morning breeze.

Jungkook is aching to be in the ocean and asks to stop some time after your departure so he can jump off and get a good dip in the water so he could feel more awake. Once the crew gives him the go-signal, he dives head-first from the edge of your middle-sized boat then disappears a few feet under, only to come back up with a huge smile on his face, reminding you of the carefree little boy who loved jumping over, on, and off things.

You remember your family beach trips when you were younger and how he was always the first off the car to scurry off to the rock formations jutting into the water, begging his parents to let him jump. Between running off to the forest and finding caves and tunnels he often got stuck in, Jungkook just always chased the high, seeking whatever kind of thrill he can get from his surroundings.

You always knew it was that sense of adventure he had within him, but deep down you also knew, it was his way of feeling free. There would always be a glimmer in his eyes paired with his boyish laughter, the same one he has right now after he dove deep and far into the ocean and freestyled his way back to you.

“Come, enjoy this with me,” he pleads, puppy eyes and unfairly cute pout staring at you, just like yesterday.

It’s hard to reject him when his wet chest is glistening in the sunlight, and you laugh at how weak you are for your husband.

Jungkook, drawing out the words “it feels so good,” smirks, and you think of how absolutely captivating he is at this moment.

It’s mostly floating on your part, as you enjoy it more watching Jungkook swim away and then come back with a smile on his face, as if the ocean has magically wiped off the dark circles under his eyes and the perpetual furrow of his brows, and you want so badly to see more if this when you get back home.

You return to the boat after some time and resume the trip. You’re welcomed to your first island with a picnic breakfast on a perfect spot by the shore, paired with some mimosas and a small platter of desserts.

With the sound of the waves crashing and Jungkook’s soft laughter as you recall memories of your family trips growing up, your own tiredness, the one you carried with you from home, slowly melts away.

The rest of the morning goes by slowly and steadily. Your next island is a quiet one, with a lagoon letting you just enjoy the water and giving Jungkook time to settle down and take photos of the scenery and you. Mostly you, though, despite your constant objections.

You watch him, clad in a white tank top and coral swim shorts, his toned arms bare for you to marvel at, and his large hands clutching his Polaroid camera.

It’s a little odd being on a trip and not seeing Jungkook with his usually large, professional-grade one, something he always had when you reached high school and he found another hobby that rivaled soccer. But his love for photography was different, as it gave him a sense of calmness and joy where he could express the way he sees the world through his lens.

You both made the decision to leave behind your respective hobbies back home though, knowing both of your tendencies to get really passionate about your craft and you didn’t want to take away from the time you have together. But he bargained, and you know he was right that you should at least take photos to remind you of your time here.

You snorkel before and after the trip to the third island, the vibrant marine life so enchanting, as you swim around reefs and marvel over the different types of fish and other interesting-looking creatures you find along the way.

Jungkook watches you gracefully wade through the water, heart soaring at being able to witness you in a completely different environment.

You’ve always been the little princess who never got dirty and chose to stay behind and watch her siblings play around, and for years, he chose to retain that memory of you to keep you at bay and not develop any sort of affection towards you. That was because of his frustration towards the freedom he always believed you had that he didn’t, something he’d regretted the moment he found out the truth about your condition.

But right now, as you both enjoy the vastness of the ocean together, he’s never felt more free.

He’d had girlfriends in the past whom he never really loved, as he believed it would mean losing a part of himself as he gives it to someone else. But he didn’t realize that loving someone can make him feel this liberated, as opening himself to you meant opening himself to so many possibilities. Like he could be himself, make mistakes and learn and grow alongside someone else who’s doing the same.

You love him not like he’s perfect; you love him like he’s real. And you let him see the world differently, with a touch of sunshine and love in everything.

With you, he gets to let go of all the anger he held onto for years. With you, he realizes his immense capacity to love, to put someone else above him and his needs, to think about someone else’s happiness aside from his own.

He thinks about all this as you finish the bottle of water he handed you and you lean against his front, sandwiched in between his legs as you’re both back on the boat. He hugs you tight and traces the side of your head with kisses.

“You’re quiet. You’re tired, huh?” You tease, turning to him.

He shakes his head no. “Just thinking that I love you. Did I tell you that today?”

“During sex this morning,” you giggle, recalling how he chanted it as he came down from his high. “You tell me every time.”

“You know I love you for more than that, right?”

You nod and smile.

“I love you so much, ___,” he says, and it’s the use of your name that lets you know he wants you to take him seriously.

You softly kiss his lips and snuggle to his chest, where you whisper the same words. “I love you, Jungkook.”

It’s the next day when you finally pull out your leggings and sports bra because the morning just felt too good to not pass up on some yoga on the balcony as you look out to the ocean.

After your island hopping trip yesterday, Jungkook insisted on swimming at the pool and you asked for an afternoon spa, one you enjoyed as it overlooked the island and you watched the sunset, and that seemed to do enough to rid your shoulders of the knots and tightness. You spent the rest of the evening after dinner at a restaurant just lazing on the lounge chairs by the beach, your entangled bodies soothed and comforted.

Today, you have your rear up in the air as you bend and stretch, your body parts contorting in the most relaxing ways, with your breathing steady, adding to your feeling of calmness.

It’s during a stretch to the side that you see Jungkook, laying on his stomach facing towards you, wide eyes watching you in amusement. He still looks sleepy and you laugh at his state, commenting how it’s as if he’s never seen you do yoga before.

“I mean, it’s a pretty view,” he remarks. “The ocean’s nice, too,” he shrugs, and you playfully shake your head.

“Come back to bed right after you finish,” he says from the bed.

“Kook, my sweaty body isn’t going to touch the bed we sleep in,” you laugh.

“Baby, we literally have sex on this bed,” he deadpans.

“Sex sweat is different from yoga sweat,” you clarify.

“Fine, let me just go and cuddle with the fish instead,” he says, scowling at you as he grabs a pair of swim shorts to change in and heads to the bathroom.

He’s being whiny and it’s absolutely adorable, although a part of you worries he took you not wanting to lay in bed and cuddle with him seriously.

You’re appeased when he steps outside in his grey swim shorts and kisses your cheek. “Just kidding. Go put on a show for me, yeah?” He smirks, then proceeds to jump into the water.

You throw him the floater, which he sits on as he watches you finish your yoga routine from below. He takes note of your curves, the rise and fall of your chest, the way your body gracefully transitions from one position to the next.

He wants that body underneath or next to him, for as long as it’s close to him, wanting so badly to just savor your time together where his mind doesn’t go off to work stuff when you’re lying right next to him in bed.

He decides to just take this time to not think of anything else, as he waits for you to finish, and it’s not long after when he sees you, clad in your white bathing suit, swimming towards him.

“How were the fish?”

“They didn’t want me,” he responds, prompting you to laugh and pull him off the floater.

Once he’s out, you wrap yourself around him.

“I’m here now,” you whisper, and with his strength, he keeps both of you afloat.

This is nice, he thinks, as he recalls how you used to be after your wedding when you barely initiated anything physical. Your intimate moments were few and far in between then, if he could even call them such, but now, every moment he has with you feels intimate, like he could feel you bare and open for him, the way he’d allowed himself to be with you.

Shortly after your breakfast at the balcony, you’re transported to a local village, with Ms. Raj as your personal tour guide for the day. She talks about the country’s history and culture, the traditions and practices and ways of the people, and you and Jungkook are so enamored by the richness of it all.

“Everyone here is very joyful and welcoming. It’s not just a hospitality thing,” she says, noting how you’d mentioned that the hotel staff are some of the most heartwarming people you’ve ever met.

But even such words don’t seem to give justice to the welcome and treatment you receive. You arrive at the village and it’s nothing but smiles and laughter all around - children walking to school are waving at you, women and men by their homes greet and shake your hand.

You briefly meet the village chief, present him a gift, and proceed to an area of town where you watch women weaving mats and working on some bark cloth. You end up enjoying shopping too much, as Jungkook clutches the bags of fabrics, woven materials, and some pots and woodcarving.

“Looks like someone got carried away,” Jungkook teases as you briefly head to the vehicle to leave your things.

“The stories behind them were beautiful, Kook,” you defend. “And these are all so wonderfully-made. I think I’m gonna have to redecorate my studio.”

“I think you’ll have to redecorate every time we go on a trip because you can’t seem to say no when someone offers you or asks you to buy something,” he laughs.

You sport a guilty look on your face and laugh along because he’s right. You get enamored by such crafts, as you see the passion that people have for creating them. You know these are a part of their identity, their culture, and to be given a piece of them as a person and a people, it’s an honor and a gift that cannot be replaced.

It’s the artist in you, Jungkook thinks, as you tell him all this. But it’s your welcoming heart, too, the one that lets light in with every person you meet and every smile and laugh you share with them. He’d watched you relax with those you met, how you asked questions, how you paid attention and looked at their creations with such wonder.

You’re most beautiful like this, he decides, when you share your love for art and passion for people this way. It’s another you he’ll etch in his memory, among all the others that he cradles in his heart and mind when he's missing you, or when he’s down and upset, knowing it’s always you who can make it all better.

It’s Jungkook’s eyes that widen this time when you’re led to a communal space where you’ll be having your lunch. It’s a Fijian feast, you’re told, with a variety of meats, fish, and vegetables wrapped in banana leaves, and your senses come alive with the smoky and earthy scent and flavors.

You’re told to eat with your hands, and you’ve never seen your husband devour food as much as he is now. He takes whatever he’s given, closes his eyes to savor the food every time he tries something new, and he engages the people to talk about soccer, sharing that he used to play when he was younger and that he was pretty good.

It’s not long after when you’re once more guided around the village, letting you take in more of the scenery, especially the mountains and greenery surrounding the area.

You’re taken to a school where some children are running about, and you’re drawn to them immediately because of their energy and heartwarming presence. You talk to the little ones and play games with the older kids.

Pretty soon you hear cheers and you turn to see your husband, playing soccer and having some showcase of tricks and skills with the kids. You see the proud smile on his face when they chant some oohs and aaahs during his turn, and you watch his face in excitement when the children take the spotlight. He’s there at the side, cheering them on.

He’s asking one of the kids to teach him a certain trick when he catches you looking at him, and he returns your tender smile as you share a brief moment together, until your attention is pulled back by the children you’re both spending time with separately.

“You’re both wonderful with kids,” one of the women tells you and Jungkook as you all walk back to where your vehicle is. You both have children on either side, holding onto your hands and swinging them happily.

You and your husband smile.

“Do you have some of your own?” She asks.

“Oh, no we don’t. We just got married last year and we’re just…” you turn to Jungkook.

“We’re just enjoying our time getting to know each other first, as husband and wife,” he continues.

“Hmm, that’s good. It’ll all be different when a child is part of the picture,” she says. “But the kids are so drawn to both of you; it’s beautiful to see.”

Jungkook settles with a smile and you bow and say your thanks to the woman. The walk back to the entrance is a quiet one, and you head back to the resort after the people bid you goodbye with one last sip of their traditional drink. Their smiling faces get smaller and smaller as you drive away, and it’s a bittersweet sight.

The view of the ocean by the infinity pool is stunning, and it’s what you love the most about this spot. But this afternoon, it’s your husband sporting a pair of red swim shorts and walking to the edge of the pool that trumps that view.

You quickly changed after you arrived from the village and decided to spend the rest of the afternoon by the pool. You’re now clad in a peach-colored one-piece, relaxing on the daybed with a book in one hand and a Long Island iced tea on the other. With the cool breeze and the sun shining just right, it’s absolutely perfect.

Your eyes, hidden behind your sunglasses, constantly flit to Jungkook who’s swimming laps in the pool, his toned arms and flexed back muscles catching your attention. He effortlessly lifts himself off the ledge and combs his hair off his face, parting them to the side in the process.

He walks over to you, his taut body soaking wet and glowing under the late afternoon sun.

“Excuse me, Mrs. Jeon?” His raspy voice calls out from next to you.

“Yes, Mr. Jeon?” You look up and push your sunglasses from the bridge of your nose and flash him a sweet smile.

“At what point in the afternoon will your husband be more interesting than your book about the history of cotton?”

You laugh at him, more to hide how hot you feel, with him standing so close to you, his arms on his waist and his face in a pout.

“You seem to be enjoying your time there by yourself,” you tease.

“I was showing off but you weren’t minding me,” he says, eyebrows scrunched.

“Okay, honey,” you giggle, putting away your book and bending your legs to give him room to sit on the daybed. “What do you want me to do?”

He sits down, pulls your legs over his lap, and leans close to your face. “Laze in the pool with me, babe. The water feels nice and I want you close.”

He’s almost pleading and you don’t blame him. You want to be close to him, too; your body just doesn’t react to chlorinated water well but you don’t want to burst his bubble. There’s barely anyone in the pool right now and you appreciate being alone with him. It’s not hard to resist him, too, when he’s looking as good as he does.

Your dip in the pool escalates to both of you feeling each other up, with Jungkook stealing kisses and holding the ones on your lips, swiping his tongue to get you to give in. You’re conscious of the very few people around, though, so you convince him to continue your swim in the ocean by your bungalow and he agrees.

You end up snorkeling as the last bit of light signals the end of the day, as more creatures appear. The dehydration from all the swimming overtakes you both, and you enjoy your dinner at the balcony and promptly decide that it’ll be a champagne and cheese kind of night.

Jungkook suggests popping your second bottle at the hot tub and the way he says it - with a smug look on his face and the hoarse tone of his voice - makes you feel excited.

You’re sitting in the tub across from him, his arms spread out and laying on the edge, the dim overhead light setting a perfect glow on his smooth chest and ridged torso. You gulp the remainder of champagne in your glass and keep yourself steady.

There’s something about Jungkook today - from the way he ogled you in the morning, to how he was at the village, engaging the people and playing with the kids, to how hot and adorable he looked at the pool, to now, with his parted damp hair and cheeky smile, his tongue licking his lips as he gazes at you.

Jungkook makes you feel so many things; you tend to get surprised with how much he affects you. You’ve always felt something for him growing up but it was more due to his caring nature and boyish charms.

The physical attraction only started when he came back home, and escalated the more time you spent together planning for the wedding and making things work. But it’s not something you’re very open about, you realized. Making love is different; it’s intimate by nature and much of your reaction is due to the pleasure he gives you, it’s also something he initiates much more often than you do.

You reach out your glass to him. “Can I have some more, please?”

He takes the bottle but doesn’t make a move towards you, signaling that he wants you to go to him instead.

So you do, and you watch him pour some champagne in your flute and you quickly turn away.

He returns your glass and watches you sip and bite your lip, and even from underneath the steam, he can sense your body stiffen.

“You can ogle your husband and be vocal about it, you know?” He laughs, but you don’t miss the bit of sadness in his tone. “That would be a really great confidence boost if you did.”

“Honey, you know how attractive you look. Everybody does,” you affirm him.

“Yes, but do you?”

His question catches you off guard. You compliment him about his overall look and always say how his confidence adds to his image. All other thoughts of how painfully beautiful and sinful he is when he’s doing the most basic things - like making coffee in his pajamas or signing papers at work or driving the car with one hand on the wheel - are kept locked in your mind for only you to live in.

“Of course, honey. You don’t think I’m attracted to my own husband? I’d be silly not to be,” you respond.

“Then why don’t you say it?” He says softly, and the way you look taken aback tells him that he’s ruined the mood.

But he continues. “It’s not for an ego boost. It’s just… I’m crazy about you. You could be doing something so trivial like flipping a page of a book or watching your cooking show and my heart is leaping off my chest. And I guess… I don’t know, that silly part of me just sometimes wants to know if I affect you the same way, too,” he says, looking down.

“Honey, I…” you start, not really sure how to go about this, letting the silence linger.

“Fuck, I’m sorry. We shouldn’t be talking about this. It’s our honeymoon and our anniversary and I shouldn’t be messing this up,” he says, covering his face with his hands.

“Hey,” you say, reaching out to unclasp his hands and placing them on your waist, allowing him to pull you closer and have you settle on his lap.

“I’m the one being silly, okay? Because my mind can’t wrap around how crazy I am about you and I’m just not used to feeling this way,” you explain. “I get all shy and flustered every time I see you, pretty much all the time because you always look good and I just… don’t know how to say things,” you continue.

“It’s crazy how I’m good at appreciating art and beautiful things but I can’t even do that with my own husband.” You lift his chin to face you, his eyes boring into you, and you wish you can take his worries away.

“We should be talking about this, Kook,” you clarify. “I don’t want you thinking that I’m just passive in all the physical stuff. I like it when you pull me close and kiss me, whether it’s just a peck on the lips or more. I like it when you make excuses to have your arm around me, or when you sandwich me in between your legs so you can lean on my shoulder. And everything else you do.”

He cracks a small smile. “That’s good to know. I just get reminded of how it was before, you know? When you wouldn’t initiate or linger because…” You didn’t trust what I felt, he doesn’t say.

But he doesn’t need to vocalize it, because you know what he means. And it breaks your heart, how your inability to properly communicate has been making him feel less and lacking this whole time.

“You looked so handsome on our first night here that I couldn’t focus much during dinner,” you admit. “And you looked so breathtaking in the water yesterday, like you felt so at home and it was pretty hot,” you bite your lip, earning him a laugh.

“And the way you charm people and make them laugh like you did at the village is so attractive, Kook. And earlier at the pool,” you continue, adjusting yourself on his lap so you’re right on top of his crotch. “I only finished a page of the book because I couldn’t keep my eyes off you and I—“

You let out a whimper as you feel him buck his hip upward to meet yours.

“So me trying to impress you and show off have been working?”

“Of course,” you confirm, brushing his damp hair with your fingers. “I thought you’re a master of my body language already. I’m a mess around you, you should know that,” you giggle.

“Only during sex. You’re a master at hiding otherwise.”

You snuggle closer to him as your fingers trace his chapped lips, which are parted now with how you look - messy bun, strands of hair sticking to your neck, a bit of sweat from the steam.

“You should know by now just how much you affect me,” you whisper, then your lips meet his, your languid motions lasting for only a few seconds before they turn heated and forceful.

Your hands that were once cupping his face have settled on his shoulders, while his are caressing your sides, eager to get this bathing suit off you. You savor each other’s tastes, getting so lost in the kiss that you take your time before gasping for air.

Your hips move against his, as his mouth travels to your jaw then your neck, licking the flesh and eliciting quiet moans from you. His mouth goes further south, and you’re so hypnotized that you don’t realize Jungkook pulling down the straps of your suit to unclothe your breasts, nipples now hardened from the overwhelming feeling of pleasure.

Perhaps it’s from the alcohol; maybe it’s the build up from the past few days, or how you’d both just bared your feelings to each other again. Or maybe it’s everything that’s making you feel so lost in the feel of each other that you don’t mind being this exposed.

Jungkook expertly licks and sucks your bud, his tongue doing its job on one breast while he kneads and flicks the other. It’s like he’s swallowing you whole, causing you to forcefully buck your hip against his and moan out his name.

“Fuck, baby you sound so good,” he grunts. “I want to feel you, want to be inside you,” he pants, meeting your mouth for another kiss. “Please, baby.”

“I… we…” you try, steadying your breath. “We have to dry up.”

“There’s a lounge out here. Is that okay? But if not, we can take a shower and then—“

“Take me outside, Jungkook. I want you right now,” you say softly, not wanting to wait any longer.

He blinks repeatedly as if he didn’t expect you to agree right away. You move away from him and you both make it out of the tub safely and he helps you strip down before he takes his shorts off, leaving you both bare and exposed in this walled-deck at the back, nothing but the sound of the still ocean serving as background.

You touch each other to get back in the mood, your mouths melding together while your hand strokes his aching member and his fingers slip inside your lips and play with your nub. He directs you to the cushioned lounge chair and you turn on your back, your knees supporting you while your hands lay on the headrest.

You rarely direct your positions when you do this, choosing instead to let Jungkook take control and agreeing every time he asks. He lets your reactions guide him on what to do but you, on your knees and asking him to take you from behind, is something different.

He settles behind you, pushing you down gently so he can align his cock and slide it in you. The stretch is overwhelming and so good, as he grips your hip for support. You turn to face him, and he hits your spot that has you whining in his mouth.

“Don’t worry about the sounds you’ll make, baby,” he says as paces his movement in and out of you. “It’s just me and you.”

You nod and let yourself go a little, moaning his name as he bucks into you, holding you up with his head buried in your neck, his own sounds adding to your feeling of ecstasy. You turn to him again and lay your head against his.

“I’m close, Kook. Kiss me.”

And he does and in the midst of it, he swallows your moan as you reach your climax and he follows soon after, your bated breaths joining the mellow sounds of the ocean.

You come down from your highs and entangle your limbs on the chair, with Jungkook caressing your face and you give him him the softest smile you’ve ever had post-sex.

“I didn’t mean to make you feel bad,” he whispers, hoping he didn’t force you into talking about things in the middle of your honeymoon.

“You didn’t,” you affirm. “I didn’t know how to talk about it so I’m glad you brought it up. I didn’t mean to make you doubt anything.”

He takes a deep breath and you know there’s more that he means to say.

“It’s okay, you can tell me.”

“I still think sometimes that I don’t know how I could ever deserve you or your love. My brother tells me I shouldn’t think this way but I can’t help it sometimes.”

“Junghyun’s right, Kook. You shouldn’t,” you say, controlling the tears that have started to pool in your eyes at such thought. “But that’s on me, too. You’re more than enough for me, and I’ll make sure I get to show you that, okay?”

He nods.

You turn his head to face you. “You have my whole heart, Jungkook,” you whisper to his lips.

“You have all of mine, too.”

You and Jungkook almost didn't make it to your sunrise mountain trek. You’d both been too cocky to think that you can manage after last night’s happenings, but the hangover wasn’t bad when you woke up and you knew that Ms. Raj would pull all the stops to make sure your trip to the mountain would be perfect.

Fresh fruit juices and fried bread greet you in the vehicle, and your two guides are a lively pair, helping you keep your energy up. It’s a short drive to the place and a relatively easy climb, but they assure only the most stunning views from the top.

You’re able to keep up during the climb, with Jungkook constantly checking up on you and offering a piggyback ride every 10 minutes. You’d both been playful and animated, with him at one point carrying you over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes when you didn’t want to walk over the muddied path.

You reach the peak in over an hour, with the perfect spot set up for you to watch the sunrise and enjoy your picnic breakfast. You’re seated between his legs as he wraps his arms around you, feeling sentimental, as you’d only imagined how the sunrise here would look. And it did not disappoint.

You watch the color of the skies change and the bright star cast its glow over the group of islands, and you could feel your husband hold his breath like you do, amazed at being able to witness something so natural - an everyday occurrence, really - yet so magical at the same time.

The breakfast you enjoy after is unsurprisingly delicious, and you ready yourselves for the hour long descent down the mountain.

A buzzing sound catches your attention, and you both look up to see a paraglider fly by where you are. You watch Jungkook’s eyes widen, as any activity that gets his blood pumping and allows him to see pretty sights makes him excited.

You know this, it’s why you pushed for this climb. And it’s why you’re convincing him right now for both of you to sign up for paragliding for tomorrow, as you’re told that the take-off point is not far from where you are.

He says he’ll think about it, but the way he quickly dismisses the suggestion tells you that he won’t and that he’s made up his mind already.

You don’t bring it up again until some time in the afternoon, after you’ve both showered, taken naps, and ridden the jet ski.

“We’ve seen the views, ___. Those are enough. Let’s just enjoy our last full day tomorrow by the beach,” Jungkook says, as you both lie down on the daybed on the balcony and he pulls your head to this chest.

“But I want to enjoy it by paragliding. Don’t you?” You ask, facing him.

“I’ve done it before,” he sighs.

“I haven’t.”

“All the more we shouldn’t.”

“But I know you want to do it and so I want to do it,” you protest.

“Don’t want it because I want it, ___.”

“Don’t not want it because you think I can’t do it, Jungkook.”

“Baby,” he sighs.

“Honey,” you sigh, crossing your arms now.

“It's not that I think you can’t. It might be dangerous for you, that’s all I’m saying.”

You pull out your phone because you knew this was gonna happen. “I got clearance from my doctor,” you show the signed form. “I’m cleared to do every single thing on this list, and that includes paragliding. You’re not the expert, Jungkook. He is,” you pout.

“Well I’m your husband, not your doctor,” he says sternly. “And you really got all those things listed?” He asks, looking at the form that includes climbing a mountain.

“I knew you were going to act like this,” you say softly.

“Like what?”

“Like this! Like I’m a child. Like I can’t do things. And I just want to do things with you.” Your voice raises a bit and it’s what catches his attention. He rarely hears you sound exasperated, but he knows his reasons are valid.

“I think about your exes and all the fun things you did, like skydiving and bungee jumping and how happy you must’ve been, doing the things you love with someone you love and I don’t like feeling that you can’t do all those things with me, that you can’t do the things you want just because you’re with me.”

You meet Jungkook’s eyes and there’s sadness in yours. You’re not the only one who’s insecure, Junghyun had told him before, and Jungkook’s realizing now what his brother meant.

“I know I’m not an adventurous person. I’m not great outdoors. But I know those things make you happy and I just wish you could be happy doing those things with me,” you say. “I’m your wife, your partner. I know we can’t do everything together but we could at least try.”

Jungkook is left speechless and he curses himself for being like this, for letting his fears and worry over what you went through cause you to not feel good enough, and that’s the last thing he wants.

He pulls you in a hug. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to make you feel inadequate.”

“I know, but that’s how I feel sometimes,” you say, adjusting so you can hug him back. “I don’t have to do everything with you but there are things that I can and I just wish you’d let me.”

“Okay, baby. Let’s do it,” he says after some time. “I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. I’m sorry for pushing it.”

He kisses your forehead. “I suppose we’re getting better at this.”

“At apologizing?” You laugh.

“At talking,” he replies.

You smile to his chest and savor this moment. You braved letting him know about your worries, the way he did the night before, and you’re glad you did.

You turn to him for a kiss, one that starts to get deeper and more intense as you both maneuver to your sides, taking more of each other and letting your hands explore. He cups your ass, kneading your cheek and earning him a giggle, while your hand travels down his chest then his shorts, feeling his hardening member and you moan at the feel of him.

Jungkook’s just about to pull you on top of him when your phone rings, pulling you out of your daze. You see Seokjin’s name flash on your phone and you position yourself next to your husband and pick up the video call.

“Hi!” You say, waving at your brother. “Everything okay?”

Seokjin furrows his brows, noticing your flushed face and swollen lips. “Did I disturb something?”

“Yes!” Jungkook growls from next to you, and you playfully smack his arm.

Your brother laughs, claiming he’s sorry in between breaths, as he hears your husband complain some more.

Seokjin finally settles down and asks how you’ve both been, seeing as your messages have gotten less as the days go by.

“Well, obviously we’re enjoying our honeymoon,” you report. “It’s beautiful out here.”

“Good,” he replies. “Beautiful enough for you to use the baby-making blanket?”

Your eyes widen, and so do Jungkook’s, who didn’t know that such a thing was in play. It’s not something you’ve both talked about, although it seems like a given, seeing as how your grandparents wouldn’t stop talking about a child carrying the Jeon and Kim blood.

“We have one?” Jungkook asks.

“Seokjin slipped it in my bag, I don’t even know how,” you scowl at your brother.

“Hey, Mother made Seoyeon do it! And it obviously works, look at her. And my wife,” he says, turning the phone to reveal Mina on a hospital bed, with her watermelon-shaped belly - like how the twins would call it - waving back at you.

“She’s already in labor?” You ask excitedly.

“Early labor,” Seokjin states. “Our little alien will be out soon,” and he laughs, as Mina curses at him to stop calling their baby an alien. “I just called because I knew you’d want to know,” he smiles, and the softness in his eyes makes you want to hug your brother right now.

He’s been wanting this, and you’re so happy that he gets to be a father, knowing he’ll be a great one. You’ll be anxious and excited, but you like to think that right now, a few thousand miles away, your entire family is happily waiting for a new addition to the family.

You talk a little more, with the rest of your and Jungkook’s family taking turns to say hi, and you don’t miss the smug looks on Seoyeon’s and Yeri’s faces after your husband says that you’ll be doing the Sunset Cruise tomorrow. You try to pay it no mind and think that as much as you’re enjoying your time here, you miss your families, too.

You could only hope that the little Kim that’s on the way will be enough to take the spotlight off of you and Jungkook, and the expectations set on you with this honeymoon. You’re not quite sure what Jungkook thinks about having children. There’s no doubt when it comes to the love you have for each other; manifesting that in a new life is different altogether.

You laugh at Jungkook from next to you, seeing how the helmet is squishing his cheeks and making him look like a little bunny munching on carrots. He doesn’t seem amused, though, so you reach out for his hand.

“I love you. Please don’t worry. I have a professional with me and he promised you that he’ll keep me safe,” you say. “I promise you that I’ll be safe.”

Jungkook knows he’ll never be completely at ease but he wants to savor this with you, knowing that it’s a joint experience that you’ll always look back on. He can see the excitement on your face. You’re not an adrenaline junkie but you love sceneries, and he knows you’ll enjoy this tremendously.

He opted for a tandem flight, too, saying he’s a bit rusty but it’s an excuse; he wants to be able to look at you while flying, and focus on that and the scenery, making sure he gets to see everything that you see.

It’s a good flight, with the weather cooperating and Jungkook catching glimpses of you enjoying yourself. You marvel at the scene and turn to your husband when you can, noting the smile on his face and you’re thankful that you insisted, that he gets to do something he enjoys, and that he gets to share this with you.

As you’d expected, he’s quite clingy after, pulling you close as you have your lunch at the restaurant and squeezing himself in the daybed you’re lounging at by the main beach. You laugh at Jungkook’s antics but let him be, as you enjoy talking about the sights and how it felt.

Not long after, you both decide to take a dip in the ocean and relax at the coolness of the water and how nice the sun is shining, relishing this moment as your last full day here. You’re a little sentimental, something you share with Jungkook, and you both excitedly plan your next trip and decide that you’ll make it a point to go on a vacation at least twice a year, one of which will definitely be by the ocean.

You’re talking about the Christmas Market at Prague that Nari raves about when a squeal catches your attention.

“Daddy, my doll!” A little girl cries out to her father who is carrying her in his arms, unable to leave her even with her floaters on.

You’re about to ask Jungkook if he could help but of course, he’d thought of it already, diving down immediately and surfacing with a swimsuit-clad doll in his hand. He approaches the girl who’s close to tears, and when Jungkook returns the toy, it’s the father who now looks like he’s about to cry.

“Thank you so much, mister,” the man says, proceeding to comfort his daughter whose head is buried in her father’s neck.

“No worries. It’s good we’re at the shallow end,” Jungkook responds with a smile.

He turns to you, blushing at the way you call him a superhero. “You know kids and their attachment to their toys,” he says, and you agree, given how all your nieces and nephews fight their parents to not give away their toys until they say so.

You motion for both of you to head out, as you want enough time to get ready for your last night here, and as you’re approaching your daybed to dress up, a little voice starts calling out.

“Mister, mister!” The little girl shouts.

Jungkook turns around and is met with tiny arms wrapped around his waist, and you laugh at how her father is panicking, calling out for her to ask first if she could hug him.

“Can I hug you?” she asks. “I just want to say thank you.”

She can’t be older than 4, and she’s got pigtails on a cute smile and Jungkook melts at how soft and innocent she looks. He kneels down and pats her head.

“Yes! And you’re welcome. I’m glad I could help you.”

“That’s my favorite toy. It’s from my grandma but she’s very sick right now,” she says softly. “I didn’t want to lose it.”

“It’s okay, just be careful next time, alright?” Jungkook smiles, and he softens at her adorable eyes looking back at him, her two front teeth missing and he laughs at how wide she’s smiling.

“Thank you again, mister!” She says, giving him another hug, which Jungkook returns. She then runs back to her father, who turns to you and asks to thank your husband for him.

You and Jungkook wave them goodbye, and as he pulls your hand towards the direction of your bungalow, you can’t help but think how it would be - having children, having little ones to raise and love and give the entire world to.

Jungkook is amazing with the kids, but he’s always been the “fun uncle,” treating them to ice cream, winning them the toys at the arcade, sneaking them dessert when their parents say to wait after eating dinner… Parenting is different, but you just know that he’s going to be amazing at it. But he hasn’t opened it up, and you don’t know for how long you can answer your Mother that you two haven’t talked about it yet, and you know that after this trip, she’ll be asking you again.

You save the thought for another time and focus on tonight, your last night in Fiji and you want it to be fun and memorable.

You’re facing the mirror, doing your make-up and at the same time, assessing if your outfit is a little too much… or too little. You went for simple and comfortable, clad in a high-waist printed skirt with a simple crop top, hair curled and pulled in a half-ponytail, dangling earrings completing the look. You put on the final touch when you hear Jungkook from behind you.

“Button or unbutton?” he asks, prompting you to turn around and answer him, but the words get caught in your throat.

It’s hard not to be speechless when your husband, who’s already gorgeous to begin with, is dressed in a yellow short-sleeved polo - loose, but thin enough to show off his toned chest - and white pants. He’s glowing, as the sun had done him well, all tanned with his hair parted in the middle and purple-tinted sunglasses resting on his nose, and he looks even more stunning.

It’s a fresh and different look, as you’re not used to him in vibrant clothing, but this yellow is the perfect shade to match his honeyed skin and his gold chain necklace and simple hoop earrings are the right accessories for this one. He looks youthful yet mature at the same time, and you hadn’t expected him to look this good.

“Baby?”

“None. I mean, one,” you recover. “One more button, please.”

He was definitely teasing you, coming out with half of his buttons undone, knowing now that he does affect you. He’s testing me, you think.

“How do I look?” He asks, looking innocent.

That brat.

“Good,” you smile.

“Just good?” He teases, walking towards you. “You spaced out for about 5 minutes and a fly almost went inside your mouth with how open it was,” he laughs.

You pout at him. “You’re exaggerating.”

He wraps his arms around your waist and pecks the tip of your nose. “Hmm, I was, but it was nice to see you drooling for me.”

“Shut up,” you laugh this time. “I wasn’t ready for this Jungkook.”

You look up at him and place the sunglasses on his head so you can get a better look of his face. “He’s very handsome and I already know he’ll be getting everyone’s attention tonight.”

“I might, but you know I’m all yours,” he says, hugging you and resting his head on the crook of your neck. “You look so beautiful, babe. I almost don’t want to leave this room.”

You inhale his fresh scent and feel relaxed. “Me too, but I heard this Sunset Cruise is a good one, and we reserved lobsters for dinner and a platter of desserts, so shall we?”

He lets you take the lead, his heart fluttering at your reaction from earlier. You look stunning as well, and he knows like always, you will be getting everyone’s attention tonight.

You both enter the catamaran and appreciate the festive feel of it. There are lanterns decorating the area and some singers performing for the small crowd. It’s a big vessel but it’s not a full house tonight, you’re told.

You excuse yourself for the washroom and Jungkook goes ahead, and when you find him again, he’s leaning by the railing, looking out into the vast ocean with two flutes of champagne in hand. You stop for a while and admire this person whom you call your husband, whom you come home to everyday, who makes you laugh and feel safe, who challenges you to be better and who makes you incredibly happy. You want to see the world with him, you want to give the world to him, and you want nothing more than for him to know that he deserves all that and more.

“Hey,” he calls your attention. “Admiring me again?”

“Yes,” you laugh, retrieving the drink from him. “Didn’t take you for a Fendi guy so I’m thinking, this was my sister’s idea.”

“Yeah!” He exclaims. “Even Yeri wasn’t sold on it but Seoyeon was absolutely sure this would knock your socks off and well, she’s your sister. And she was right,” he winks.

“Now, now, Kook. Don’t let this get to your head.”

“I’m not. I’m just… I’m just happy. You make me happy. Everyday.”

You tiptoe to give him a kiss.

The sounds from the water catch your attention, and you marvel at the pod of dolphins that are joining you on this trip. Between them, the islands you’re moving by, the sky that’s shifting colors to welcome the night, and the beating heart you can hear from next to you, it’s a perfect day.

The Cruise lasts for a few hours, as it includes dinner and some performances to entertain the guests onboard. The night is young, so you and Jungkook decide to head out to the bar, given that your flight the next day is still in the afternoon and you have time to get ready in the morning.

You’re both settled on a table in the middle, and nearby are some of the couples from the Cruise that you befriended, all of whom offer you shots of tequila as you settle for some beer. You and Jungkook have a relatively high alcohol tolerance, but tipsy is usually the state when you tend to get a little more brave and well, horny.

Jungkook is laughing with the new friends you both made and somewhere along the way, two more of his buttons get undone, leaving little to the imagination. You’ve noticed some of the women eyeing him and you don’t blame them, but somehow that just gets you more worked up.

It’s a few shots in when the music starts to get good and he asks if you want to dance. You nod your head and he pulls you to the dancefloor, his one hand on your waist and the other one clasping your hand. The lights are dim but you could feel him staring back at you, mirroring the lust you have on yours, as his now damp hair makes him look more seductive.

The upbeat music turns sensual, and he matches it with the sway of his hips against yours.

“You’ve been driving me crazy all night, you know that?” He whispers in your ear, and you try to bite back a moan, which you fail at, once you feel his hardened length poking your stomach, causing the slick to pool in your underwear.

You turn to him and pull his face close to yours. “Kook, I want you, please,” you whisper against his mouth.

“Fuuuck,” he growls. “Let’s go.”

You quickly say goodbye to your friends and walk as fast as you can towards your bungalow, frustrated - for the first time - that it’s located at the end of the walkway. You run as you near your room, and right as the door closes, Jungkook cages you on the wall and crashes his lips onto yours.

It’s messy, hurried, and so good. He has a mixed taste of bitter and sweet, and you don’t mind the scent of alcohol; you’re already intoxicated by him, anyway.

His hands travel to your back, expertly undoing the buttons of your top and unzipping your skirt. You’re naked in no time, and you do your part of undressing him as he kneads your breast, mouths still on each other, your desperate moans filling the room.

His clothes are removed, and you let him prepare you with his fingers in your cunt only for a while, as you ask for him to be inside you immediately.

Jungkook can’t wait, and knowing you won’t want to mess up your bed, he takes you right there at the wall, lifting up your thighs and locking your knees with his arms.

“I got you,” he whispers in your mouth, as he picks up the pace and thrusts in and out of you.

You hold on to his arms, flexed and strained with the effort he’s exerting to hold you up and pound on you, his stamina not wavering as you feel yourself weaken with how hard he’s going.

But he feels so good, he tastes so good, and as he drags his cock inside you and hits your spot, you come undone, screaming his name as he sucks your neck. He feels you clench around him and he follows soon after.

He brings your feet back on the floor but his kisses continue - your lips, then your jaw, then your breasts. He feels you buck your hip once more and he slips his finger down to your neglected clit and fiddles with it, rolling eights and spreading your slick around your center and he feels you lose yourself again.

You moan in his mouth when you come the second time, and you pant heavily as you recover from your orgasm.

“You good?” Jungkook asks.

“Yes, that was good,” you huff.

He laughs and kisses you, then pulls you to the bathroom for a hot shower, where you both once more are unable to keep your hands to yourselves.

You’re settled in bed, snug in your pajamas and against Jungkook’s chest when you decide to check your phone.

You squeal at the photos your brother has sent you of his newborn son. Look at our little alien. He’s a pretty one, Seokjin has said.

Tears start to pool in your eyes, sad that you’re not there to be with your family, given that Mina was initially due in a few days, but the little one seemed excited to be out and just couldn’t wait.

You send a barrage of texts to your family, asking them to narrate everything that happened, and they share how your brother cried way more than Mina did, which you expected. They bid you goodnight, knowing it’s past midnight, and they say they’ll wait for you and your husband back home.

Jungkook pulls you close as you lay by his side, staring at the baby’s photos and how lovely he looks. You put your phone away shortly after, mistaking Jungkook’s silence with him falling asleep.

But you glance at him and he’s wide awake. He proceeds to brush your hair with his fingers, massaging your head in between. You can feel he's tense, his eyes staring up at the ceiling and you know something’s on his mind.

You don’t know when the best time would be to ask so you take your shot and ask him something you’ve been meaning to know.

“Kook? Do you… want to have kids?”

Jungkook knows you’re bound to ask, as your Mother has been alluding to it ever since your families picked up the development in your relationship. He also knows you’re bound to talk about it; it’s just a topic that’s quite hard for him to discuss.

“Or more like, why don’t you?” You ask, as his silence seems more telling. You’re nervous to face him, and he’s the one who turns you instead.

“I do want them,” he says, tucking a strand of hair behind your ear. “I’m just scared.”

“Honey, you have nothing to be scared about,” you reply, cupping his face in your hand. “You’re going to be an amazing father, I just know it. And you have the best role models to look up to.”

“I’m not scared about that. I’m scared for you.”

And there it is, the fear he’s been afraid to verbalize.

You hear the heaviness in his voice and feel the heaviness in his heart when his finger traces your scar.

“What if you can’t handle the pregnancy? What if… what if they make me choose?” He closes his eyes, unable to fathom such reality, one that doesn’t have you in it.

“And our child… What if they…” Get the sickness, too, he doesn’t say. “I don’t want either of you to be in pain. I can’t handle that.”

“Kook, honey,” you say, trying to find the words to comfort him. You take his hand and kiss it. “You don’t have to worry about those things.”

“This isn’t a 20-minute paraglide or an hour mountain climb. This is 9 months of carrying a child and how many hours of labor. Natural or cesarean, there are risks and I…” Jungkook stammers, willing the tears not to fall. “I won’t be able to forgive myself if something happens to you, ___. I don’t know what I’m gonna do if I lose you.”

They say acknowledging the fear is the first step to overcoming it, but Jungkook feels it’s gotten worse, more palpable, vocalizing it this way. But it’s always a possibility, one that he hates himself for even thinking about. You’ve assured him time and time again that you’re okay, but he’s unable to fully wrap his mind around it. There’s always a “what if” - half of that is good, half of it isn’t. His mind sticks to thinking about the latter.

“I’ve always been assured by the doctor that I can handle a pregnancy, okay?” You tell him, as you wipe the tear that’s fallen down his cheek. “My Mother gets me checked every year to be sure. And about our child getting it, they may or may not. In any case, there are ways to know right away what to do. There are options; it can be cured. But you don’t have to worry about me.”

“I can’t help it,” he whispers. “Every time I think about a life where you’re in pain, or one that doesn’t have you in it, I just lose myself to all these thoughts. And I don’t know what to do.”

“You can trust me, Kook. And then I can love the fear away.” You take his hand to let it bring you closer to him. “I was afraid, too. Even when they said I’ve been healed, I was still scared. It’s hard not to be when it’s all I’ve known but I knew that if I wanted to live a good and happy life, I had to get over that. I had to stop being scared because I didn’t want to miss any more good things. I mean, I missed out on you when I was younger. I don’t want that for me, for us anymore.”

Jungkook looks back at you with trembling lips and watery eyes, and you know it will take more than this but you have time, you remind him.

“I get scared of things, too, so let’s love the fear away, okay? Let’s do that for each other.”

He takes a deep breath and nods. He knows it will take more than this but as long as he has you, breathing and dreaming next to him every night, he knows that will be enough.

“What about you? Do… Do you want to have kids?” He asks softly.

“It’s a thought I’ve had. I know it’s expected and Mother asks all the time but I try not to feel pressured,” you say. “But it’s not only my decision, Kook. It’s ours. And we don’t have to decide right away. In fact, I’ve been enjoying having you to myself too much and I’d like to keep that going for a while longer.” You snuggle closer to him and you feel his warm breath against your skin.

“We have time, Kook. We can enjoy being husband and wife first, know each other better, love each other better, and then we can decide to have kids after. So we can love them much better, too.”

“That sounds like a plan,” he softly kisses your lips.

“It’s a good one, right?” You kiss him this time.

His hand crawls underneath your pajama top. “We can get on it right now,” he kisses you again.

“We should.” You hum in his mouth. “Let me make you feel good.”

He lets you turn him on his back and you let him remove your camisole. He kneads your breasts as you kiss each other deeply, tongues dancing around each other as you caress his bare body.

You move lower, tracing every inch of flesh you encounter with kisses until you reach the spot where he needs you the most. You take him in your mouth, letting him know you can take in more, and his slow bucks in your mouth increase their pace.

His moans encourage you to go harder and your moans encourage him to go deeper. You both go at it until he comes in your mouth, and he immediately takes you on your back and attacks your cunt with his mouth, licking and sucking like he has all the time in the world.

He wants to take his time, though, to let the pleasure linger, to let it overtake you so the high feels that much better, and it does. You’re gripping the sheets as he's gripping your thighs, and he takes in your slick as you come in his mouth.

He doesn’t waste time in aligning his cock on your center as you tell him that you want more, and you feel him fill you up again, somehow feeling even better than the last.

It’s slow and sensual this time, as you focus on the intimacy, on the feel of each other, on the drawn out pleasure that reminds you that you can have this moment everyday for the rest of your lives. It’s when he senses you’re close that he picks up the pace, reaching your peaks at the same time.

This is how he likes to make love to you, with him flushed against your heaving body, his head buried in your neck as you both come down from your high together, his hand directing your face towards his ear so he can hear you clearly.

He likes hearing you catch your breath after you've screamed his name; he likes hearing you gasp when he caresses your body; he likes hearing your soft moans when he peppers you with kisses; he likes hearing your sweet laughter when he nibbles that ticklish spot on your neck. He especially likes hearing you, on those occasions, whisper that you love him.

He keeps these in mind like a music collection that he can easily pick off from his memory shelf to listen to when you’re apart and he’s missing you, when he’s having a bad day and thinking of you is the only way to get by, when you both have a disagreement and you get quiet and choose to keep things to yourself. He stores these in his mind and in his heart for days when he’s hit with bouts of insecurity and fear.

But he'll try not to let himself dwell too much on those thoughts anymore. Especially not when you’re pliant and writhing underneath him, nails carving your pleasure onto his back, your pleas for him to go harder and to not stop urging him on. You’re not always so vocal, content with what he gives you, pleasant sounds making up for words that you can’t form when he’s hitting every spot you want him to. So when you tell him how you want it, how it makes you feel, he treasures these moments.

“Thank you for loving me, Jungkook.”

He gazes at you and drowns in the stars in your eyes. “Thank you for letting me.”

It’s a bittersweet moment this afternoon, as you bid your final goodbye - to the ocean, the friends you’ve made, to your home the past days that laid witness to your most vulnerable and beautiful moments with your husband.

You’ll miss the island but you know you made the most out of your time here, and you’re excited to go back home and love each other even better.

It’s the next day when you’re able to visit Seokjin and Mina and their little ball of sunshine. It’s a Jeon and Kim family affair, with everyone around all happy you’re both back.

Mina enters the living room carrying their son wrapped in a blanket. Your eyes widen, taking him in your arms.

“Hello, little angel. Say hello to your Auntie,” you whisper. “I can’t wait to get to know you and spoil you.”

You turn to Jungkook who’s watching you, his eyes softening at the sight of you being happy with a child. It shouldn’t be a surprise, given how much the twins adore you.

Jungkook settles next to you and marvels at the smallness of everything - the baby’s nose, lips, fingers. Even the sounds he makes. He’s an adorable little human, so precious and made with so much love, as he turns to Seokjin who’s tying Mina’s hair and fixing her nursing cover, laughing over something his wife has said.

Jungkook turns to you, face so tender as you look at a child who isn’t even yours, but you look at him like he is.

Jungkook feels a pang in his chest. You want this, you want a family. Knowing you, you wouldn’t deliberately say it if it means making him feel bad. He doesn’t want both of you to miss out on something so precious just because he’s scared.

Let’s love the fear away, you'd said. You’d sounded so sure then, like all your love could be enough.

Maybe it is.

Jungkook is quiet again as you hand him his glass of warm milk and you settle next to him on your balcony back in your apartment, a cup of tea on yours. You both look out at the city below, buzzing and alive.

He’d been quiet at your brother’s house and in the car, too, where you laid your hand on top of his to calm the thoughts in his mind that you know have been bothering him, and to affirm him that whatever they are, you’re both going to be fine.

“You want to have children, ___,” he says softly.

“I want to have children with you, Jungkook,” you affirm.

“I want to give you a family,” he turns to you.

“Honey, that’s not something you give, it’s something we make. And I know you’re scared - scared for me and our future child and that’s okay but,” you take his hands in yours.

“I just want to love, Jungkook. I may have had a difficult time growing up but I was very much loved by the people around me, and that’s how I survived, that’s what made it better. I saw it in their eyes, and I still do. In my parents’, my siblings’, my friends’. And in yours, Kook. I see how you love me.”

“I do, very much.”

“And I know I said before that in our marriage, that wouldn’t matter but I was wrong because how we love each other is always going to be enough. It will be enough to ease our worries, to get over our fears. I want that love always, and I want a child, a family, whom I can love and look at and they’ll know that they’re loved. Because it’s what we have for each other, and it’s what we can give.”

Your faith in him, the one that let you keep your affection for him for years, the one that let you hang onto him during the times he hurt you, is the same faith that shows him of his ability to love - past pain, past worries, past fear. As long as he has you.

“I want that for us.” He pulls you in a hug. “I want our child to grow up in this world, in a home we set up for them. That would be nice,” he finally smiles, eyes crinkling.

You decide to go to the doctor regularly to get checked, to make sure it’s safe for you to go through a pregnancy. If not, there are always other options. You’ll start there and take baby steps, you both agree.

“You know, saying yes to you that day at the beach was the best decision I made,” Jungkook says as he lays on your chest that night.

“Yeah, because I was totally the one who proposed,” you laugh.

“You had your mind made up,” he defends. “We worried about not being able to love each other but now… That's all we do.”

“And it’s what we’ll keep doing, Jungkook.”

You turn him to face you. He’s said before that your beating heart is his lifeline; for you it’s his eyes. It’s how you can tell when he’s angry or happy or scared. There’s hope in them tonight, and you know given everything that’s happened the past week, this is enough.

A/N: Closing the story of this couple with this one! Thank you for appreciating this story and all the characters and showing your love :)

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m-jelly · 2 years

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Can I request a Levi/reader one shot where reader saves Sasha from getting shot but she ends up getting shot in the leg. They are able to stop the bleeding on time. Once Levi gets informed about it he starts to panic because he doesn’t want to reader to die.

You got it! This will be an emotional one. I'm gonna make them an established couple <3 They aren't married yet because they're waiting for the war to be over, because it makes sense. Levi's in the same blimp thing with Sasha, but in another room. So, hearing the gunshot will add to the drama of it all. Plus, Sasha deserved better!

My reason for fighting.

Pairing: Levi x reader

Genre and tags: romance, established couple, the reader gets hurt, Levi panics, blood, guns, angst, love, hope, happy ending, pre-war Levi, post-war Levi.

Concept: After you grab Eren and hand him over to Levi to shout at, the rest of you ride in the blimp hoping to leave as soon as possible. During the journey, Gabi appears and shoots. The reader saves Sasha just in time, but get shot in the leg. Levi is informed right away and comes to your aid. When getting home, doctors inform you that your leg won't be the same again, meaning it's stiff and you limp sometimes. It hurts knowing you can't be with Levi in the last battle, but you send him off with good luck kisses. When Levi returns to you, you both find humour in both of you having bad legs.

You peered into the side room to see Eren placed in his seat. You stare at him for a while and barely recognise him. You remembered when he first joined the scouts, he was just a kid and you trained him alongside Hange. You were in Hange's unit, so you were the brains group. You were there for Eren when he was barely functioning after transforming into a titan so much, yet here he was killing multiple people and starting a war that Paradis wasn't ready to start.

You locked eyes with your long time lover. You and Levi were a strong couple, but you'd kept business and pleasure separate. There had been moments where it was hard to resist each other, such as now. You both wanted to comfort each other and check on each other, but you had to resist. So, you simply smiled at him, then pulled away and joined the others as they talked about what happened.

You smiled at Sasha, Connie and Jean. The little trio was your favourite band of friends and soldiers. You'd worked rather closely with Sasha and helped her train. You thought she was an amazing shot and hunter, but her hearing was the main thing you wanted to be utilised more. You laughed at them joking around, then noticed Sasha registering a sound that wasn't normal.

You looked to the entrance of the blimp and saw a young brown-haired girl pull herself in, then point a gun at the trio. You fired your gear at the wall, then flew towards Sasha and tackled her to the ground as a bang rang out in the room. You lay there as Sasha shook in panic. You felt pain in your leg, then something warm seep out of it. You rolled onto your back just as another bang went off, then shouting and screaming filled the room.

You dragged your body to the wall and sat up to see your right thigh had a hole going through it and blood pouring out. You looked to see they had two kids beaten and bruised as prisoners. You winced, then looked at your leg and tried to move your toes, but nothing happened. You slammed your head against the wall a few times knowing that this kid had ended your military career with one shot. You'd faced countless titans over the years. You'd cheated death. Your journey was over because of just one bullet.

Connie ran to Levi in the side room with Eren. "Squad leader has been shot!" He said your name. "She's been shot. There's blood everywhere."

Levi's eyes widened, then he grabbed the medical kit and ran with Connie over to you. He saw Sasha was crying and thanking you as she tried to stop the bleeding. He looked at your pale face and soft smile for your apprentice cadet. Levi had different emotions running through him. He wanted to break the person who hurt you. He wanted to beat some sense into Eren. None of this would have happened if Eren would have stayed at Paradis.

Levi knelt at your side and checked your wound to see it'd gone right through. He cleaned your wound, then did his best at emergency stitches. He bound it all up, then moved you to lie on your back with your leg propped up by him holding the underside of your thigh. He stared at you and begged you mentally not to die on him.

You smiled at Levi and knew he was panicking right now. "I'm okay. You stopped the bleeding. I'm okay."

"Tch, damn brat." He gripped your thigh and fought his tears. He looked to Jean. "Jean! Get me a blanket or something. I need to prop her head up and I need to keep her warm!"

Jean nodded. "I'll find something."

Levi took his cloak off, then put it over you. "Maybe this will do."

Jean ran over with a cloth and handed it to his Captain. "Captain."

Levi folded it up and put it under your head. "Stay with me, okay?"

You nodded and held his other hand not holding your thigh. "I can't move my toes." You clenched your jaw as you fought tears. "I can't fight with you anymore."

Levi leaned over you. "Listen to me and listen close. Whatever happens, whatever the doctors say, I'm never leaving you."

You smiled at him. "I won't ever leave you."

Levi stayed at your side the whole trip and kept you warm. When you arrived home, he rushed you to the hospital with Sasha, Connie and Jean following. Levi ordered them to leave once you were stable, but he never left you. Levi was there when the doctor told you that you would regain use of the leg, but you wouldn't be able to use the gear or fight again. He was there when the doctor told you'd lose a lot of feeling in the leg. He was there when you cried. When night came, he held you in his arms.

He was there for you when you moved home with crutches. He was there when you tried walking on your leg, but you collapsed. He caught you every time you tried to walk and fell. He was always there. Levi didn't love you any less than before, but he was more delicate with you in the bedroom. He was caring, loving and protective.

Then he had to leave.

You were crushed when he had to go and work without you. You hated sitting at home waiting for your lover to return to you. You hated hearing what was happening out there and not being able to do a damn thing about it. You wanted to be there until the very end, but your leg was too stiff and some days you couldn't feel much in it. You hoped and prayed Levi would return to you.

He did.

You limped to see Levi in his wheelchair. You embraced him, but at the same time, you wanted to hit Gabi in the face for what she did to you. You accepted her many I'm sorry, along with a lovely bunch of flowers. You forgave her because she and Flaco brought your man back to you. You were happy again to have him back in your life and Levi seemed to be at peace. Levi seemed like all the weight on his shoulders that you'd been helping him with, were suddenly gone. Levi had told you he saw his friends in the mist at the end, which you believed. You were glad he did because he was finally at peace.

You sat with him at home in front of the lit fireplace. "I don't know how we're going to look after a baby when we have one."

Levi hugged you against him as you both sat on the sofa together. "We'll manage."

"I suppose. I mean, between us we have a working pair of legs."

Levi rolled his eyes as you laughed. "Tch, silly brat."

You kissed his cheek and smiled at him. "So, when you went off for the final battle, did you just think that you needed to get hurt so you could match your now wife?"

Levi grabbed your face with one hand and squeeze. "Tch, oi? Quit it." He kissed you and blushed a little. "Joking aside. We'll manage. We'll be good parents, we just won't be able to run around too much."

You hummed. "You're right."

Levi sighed. "Guess it's settled then! We'll have two kids minimum."

You smirked at your husband. "You smooth man."

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doctorofmagic · 2 years

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@tin-can-iron-man said:

technically, he is, in fact, the only reason 616 comic Stephen was given the official mantel of sorcerer supreme was because Victor let him so that Stephen would owe him and this Triumph and Torment could happen. So not only is he the cannonical runner up, but he CHOSE not to win so that Stephen would owe him. He low key has a right to feel entitled to it c:

I never analyzed T&T by this perspective, for real!! Because I always believed that no one truly knew how to “release” Genghis, until Stephen astral projected and went through the crystal and kindly freed him. I don’t think Victor knew the secret behind this riddle either BUT I’m pretty convinced that, in case he didn’t win the mantle, he’d make sure to survive so a boon would be granted by the Sorcerer Supreme. So yes, me thinks that he really planned in advance to all possible outcomes. I mean, as SS he’d have enough power to fight Mephisto, but it’s waaaay better to have an ally than fighting the devil alone (having an ally by force, of course, because Doom does not beg heh). I really loved this, I owe you my life for that message ;-; (T&T is my second favorite comic book of all times, as you can see, so I’m always willing to talk about it ooooof)

@i-sudoku said:

If the comic has them bickering constantly would be nice. Love that Bats is around. The only missing one is Wong.

From the earlier preview, Wong still appeared to be living in the Sanctum so I think he is definitely going to appear n.n

@chickendav said:

I feel like he probably still wouldn’t want the title, but feels the need to pull the same shenanigans he did with Stephen— but this time he is getting yelled at.

You’re all killing me with these tags and comments, I’m having the greatest moment of my life. Thank you.

Everyone yells at Victor now, no one takes him seriously anymore smh

@thatfantasylovingdork said:

Doom being sexist is weird. I’m (sorta) a feminist but this just reads as a dumb way for writers to have a woman punk a powerful dude so they look ‘feminist’. 🙄

hhhhhhhhhhhhh I will have to disagree on this one. I don’t think Victor was sexist here? He didn’t degrade Clea for being a woman. He was just pissed that Stephen left the mantle to her just because she’s his wife (Victor often uses the term “woman” to address wives and, well, women in general). Nothing in those panels rang any bells for red flags imo. Victor is the kind of character that cannot have no for an answer so he often loses his composure whenever things don’t go his way.

As for Clea, I don’t think Jed is trying to portray a feminist empowerment here. She has always been a majestic character and was neglected and nerfed over and over again so Stephen would be the male protagonist. But she saved his ass countless times in classic comics. She’s not kicking a strong male character’s ass to look powerful. She’s throwing a bigger tantrum than Victor’s and that says a lot about these two because 1) Victor has an established relationship with Stephen AND he craves power, so it’s understandable that he’d come for her the same way he did when Jericho became Sorcerer Supreme, and 2) it shows that Clea isn’t a very much reasonable character, and Jed made it clear in an interview that, due to her heritage as a faltine, she won’t take no for an answer either. She won’t be a perfect character and I’m so here for it because women do not need to be perfect to be good characters. I love flaws and this is why I love Stephen so much. These two are basically strong and hot-headed imo. And there’s nothing wrong with it. But feel free to disagree, of course.

@eileen-crys said:

Pretty sure she's nakey under the cloak of levitation and she doesn't give a fuck, which makes it even cooler hahahah

NAUR BUT ONE BRAIN CELL CAUSE I THOUGHT THE SAME. Both Clea and Stephen definitely sleep naked and I’m so here for this.

#reply #y'all i'm loving the opportunity to talk about victor ;3;#thank you for this #also sorry i know this a stephen blog but both victor and clea are an important part of his life so yup #long post

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ilikemesometaetaes · 3 years

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Forbearance

Kim Seokjin Oneshot

•••> Author: @ilikemesometaetaes

•••> Summary: Give him a break, okay? Finding out his girlfriend’s bias wasn’t him is a pretty hard hit to the man’s ego. He has a right to be a little... possessive.

•••> Pairing(s): Seokjin/Reader

•••> Requested by Anon: “Hey love, I was wondering if I could request a oneshot where the reader is dating Seokjin, but he accidentally finds her old fangirl stuff and discovers he wasnt her bias and jhope was? And ya know he gets all jealous and possessive;) btw I love youu”

•••> Word Count: 4.41k [Unedited]

•••> Rating: 18+

•••> Warnings: smut, unprotected sex, oral (f receiving), forced orgasms, oversensitivity, dirty talk, our jin is a jealous boy, possessive!jin, idol!jin, cursing, alcohol use

Thank you for the request, anon! I thought it was just going to be a drabble, but I guess not! I hope you enjoy :)

~#~

Seokjin called for you from your old bedroom, feeling insecure about going through the things in your closet.

“It’s okay, babe! It should be in there somewhere!” You yelled back, obviously busying yourself with tonight’s dinner before you moved your stuff into your boyfriend’s home.

Seokjin’s lips spread into a tight line, clearly uncomfortable with the action of prying into your life before you met him. He was never one to judge character nor the one to actively seek out every detail about you. He respected your privacy and your boundaries enough to never ask, waiting until you were the one speaking about it.

It was what sparked the relationship between you two in the first place. A respect for privacy and the skill of having patience.

You had met him at a fishing beach; the sun was almost fully set and it seemed that Kim Seokjin needed some time away from the boys and the spotlight.

You were sitting in a camping chair, waiting for the telltale signs of a fish nipping at your line when you noticed the man walking over to the next open slot of shore rocks just five yards to your right.

Conversation was minimal, but being in a setting where patience was what kept a person sane meant that you were fully capable of waiting.

It was strange how you hadn’t noticed it was him. Of course, he wore a mask and sunglasses along with a baseball cap, but Kim Seokjin’s personality was seemingly unique and quite noticeable. The man who sat next to you was someone completely different.

He was quiet, patient, reserved, and outright plain. After a short conversation with him about how the fish were biting that day, you understood that the man went there for quiet- same as you. So you gave it to him.

You just couldn’t help but notice that he continued to sit next to you for the days to come. He would come out every other day or so and sit next to you, regardless of the amount of spots available around. You would talk about the weather affecting the fish, ponder over the current position of the moon to judge the tide, and then resume the silence. It was almost as if you were basking in each other’s quiet presence.

His voice, a familiar tone of inflection, was evasive. It seemed as if he was purposely lowering his voice to distort it, but you could never bring yourself to ask why. Instead, you settled on listening to him speak as his beautiful brown eyes cast a wistful gaze into the bay.

From what you could see, he was handsome. You could see his eyes when he took off his sunglasses at night and the occasional tuft of hair that stuck out from under his ball cap. His shoulders were incredibly broad, stretching every jacket and sweatshirt he wore almost to the extreme.

He sat in his chair like he had run a marathon, slouching so far that his long legs were almost entirely off of the seat. It looked as if the man was dreadfully exhausted.

Light conversation seemed to pick him up from his slump but you didn’t want to press too far, knowing that the man was undoubtedly hiding his identity. You were okay with this, practicing the patience you had learned from fishing throughout your everyday life.

Each time you spoke, the conversation slowly got further and further. The day that you got to talking about what he did for the day, you learned that he lived an active and busy lifestyle. He came to fish for the calm and relaxation- a break away from it.

After a little over a month of meeting with the man to enjoy the silence, he disappeared.

You never got a name; never got an age; you knew next to nothing about him.

You continued to show up in your usual spot, hating when someone else sat where he would, but you couldn’t be rude and tell them to move.

You weren’t going to stop your hobby of fishing just because he did, but it seemed as though your reason for going to fish had shifted. You had gone expecting to see him walk up with his tackle box and fishing rod at his usual time. You only found yourself disappointed when he didn’t.

Several months passed with no sign of your mystery man. Eventually, you had forgotten about him, his presence a mere, fleeting thought whenever you looked at his old spot.

The day he returned, he was almost unrecognizable under the light of the moon.

The cool spring weather had morphed into hot summer evenings and transitioned to chilly, late-summer-early-fall nights while he was absent. Instead of the basic black street clothes of the usual fashion that the young men of Korea wore, he was dressed professionally and warm.

A long, beige peacoat hung from his shoulders in a way that the width of the shoulder seams did not stretch and, instead, looked perfectly fitted as the length fell to his knees. He wore a black turtleneck that was tucked into black skinny jeans, secured into place by a brown belt with a pair of brown leather dress shoes to match.

He didn’t even wear a hat, revealing his light brown hair. All that remained of his old style was the black mask that he wore to cover his face.

The man held no tackle box in his hand; a cooler hung from his fingers and a camping chair was nudged under his arm. In the place of his fishing rod in the other hand was a small bouquet of flowers.

“Oh, thank god.” He breathed. “You’re still here.”

“Of course I’m still here.” You chuckled. “I’ve been coming here for years.”

He sat as you spoke, repeating the same actions with his chair as you had pictured him doing countless times in the past months. Your fishing buddy was finally back and looking as handsome as ever.

“Have you?” He huffed as he sat back in his chair. “I only just found out about this place back in April. It’s quite nice.”

“Yes, it is.” You agreed, turning your gaze to watch the lights from the nearby city reflect off the surface of the water. He wasn’t changing his voice anymore and you couldn’t help but recognize it immediately.

For a moment, you processed his presence- he was actually here. Then, you turned to him again with your eyes trained on the cluster of yellow flowers sat atop his small cooler, attempting to keep your cool.

“What’s the occasion?”

“A celebration of friendship.” He laughed to himself as he grabbed the bouquet and raised it to you, avoiding your gaze.

“A friendship?” You asked, taking them from his grasp and looking down at them. “These are very pretty. Thank you.”

“I figured it’s been a while since we met and you seem to be incredibly kind, so why not be friends?”

“I don’t mean to be rude- I’m totally cool with being friends with you- but I don’t even know your name.” You laughed, hoping that this would finally be the day he revealed himself.

“I’ll only tell you mine if you tell me yours.”

“Easy.” You laughed. “My name is Y/N.”

“Please don’t... freak out or anything...” He muttered, raising his hand to take his mask off his face. Your heart beat wildly in anticipation.

As soon as he peeled the loop from his ear, your mouth slightly fell open on its own accord and you were suddenly starstruck by the fact that Kim Seokjin sat next to you.

“My name is Seokjin.” He kept his gaze lowered as if he was ashamed of his identity.

“I’m a huge fan.” You were speaking impulsively, unable to think about your words with the beautiful man so close to you. What else could you say?

“Oh, are you?” He asked, slowly lifting his gaze to meet your own.

“I am. It is very nice to meet you, Seokjin.” You were keeping yourself under control and you had no idea how, practically vibrating in your chair.

“And it’s nice to meet you too, Y/N.” Reaching into his cooler, he plucked out a bottle of soju and two shot glasses. “Care to share a drink over our newfound friendship?”

Grateful for the distraction, you took one of the glasses. “I’d love to.”

Your friendship with the idol bloomed. Under the strict condition that you never told anyone of your meeting spot- not that you wanted to or anything- you and Seokjin would continue to meet up on occasion and fish, sharing a drink or two and learning about each other.

When he found out about your love for his own band, he laughed and teased you for being a fangirl. When he continued to show up after the revelation, it exhumed ultimate trust that you couldn’t resist returning.

The other strict condition of your friendship was that you couldn’t meet anywhere but the beach. Six months of seeing the man you were gradually falling for in one spot became exhausting, but you couldn’t complain. Sure, you couldn’t go out for coffee or see a movie because of the fact that there were eyes everywhere, but you were okay with having your own little secluded paradise away from society.

It seemed that patience wasn’t one of Seokjin’s better traits, because even he came to complain about hanging out with you anywhere away from the brackish water.

One signed confidentiality agreement and an established set of rules later and he was being sneakily rushed into your already open front door so that the neighbors wouldn’t see him. It sort of reminded you of your younger days when you were sneaking a boy in so that your parents wouldn’t catch you.

His schedule wouldn’t allow you to see him more than two times a week, but it allowed for the two of you to retain a certain level of privacy that taught him more patience. Despite the lack of consistency, each time he came to see you sent butterflies into your stomach and a need to grow closer.

It only took a month of him visiting you before the media began getting suspicious of Jin’s whereabouts. His disappearances from his home to undisclosed locations drove the world into speculation of a solo career or a new music video- or a woman.

The more the rumors ran around, the less you saw of your friend.

It was hard to be apart from Seokjin, fully aware of the fact that you were falling for him. The idea that he could possibly have feelings for you was next to impossible to believe; all you were to him was a break away from the fame and cameras. Even as he rest his head on your shoulder with an arm around your waist while you watched a movie from your couch, you found it hard to believe there was a possibility for more.

You had the world in your embrace. How could you possibly ask for more?

A year of being friends with Seokjin proved to be the ultimate trial to test your patience. You never stepped out of line, hardly ever let yourself dream of being with him, but always imagined what it would feel like to press your lips to his gorgeously plump ones.

To say you passed the test was a decently literal way of putting it.

Exactly one year and two months of knowing Kim Seokjin, not including when he was a nameless man who you sat with, was all it took for him to start showing signs of more.

You sat in your usual spots on the beach, drinking soju, when he turned to you and asked if you ever thought of dating him.

“All the time.” You blurted in response, cursing under your breath immediately afterwards at your lack of hesitation.

Instead of responding, Seokjin burst out laughing. He tipped his head back and guffawed to the night sky but all you could do was laugh cautiously with him in confusion. Worry raised in your heart at the chance that you finally crossed the line even as you swooned over his endearing laugh.

“What are you laughing at?” You built up the courage to ask after he calmed a bit.

“I promise you that I am not laughing at you. I’m actually laughing at myself.” He wiped a building tear from the corner of his eye.

“Why?” You asked.

Instead of responding to your question, he turned to you with all hints of joking wiped clean by the serious expression on his face.

“Do you want to date me?”

You stopped breathing for a moment at his question, heart seemingly skipping a beat and fingers gripping your chair tightly in disbelief.

“W-what?” You stuttered.

“Please let me know if I’ve crossed the line, but would you like to go on a date with me?” He grabbed your hand in his and held it close to his body. Even in the cold weather, his hands were as warm as ever.

Kim Seokjin thought he was crossing the line? He thought he was shooting his shot to someone he had a minor possibility of dating? Being patient couldn’t have been more rewarding than in that moment.

“I’d love to.” You smiled.

Of course, the media was all over your first date with the man.

Even from inside the fancy restaurant you sat in, you could see the camera flashes from across the room in your secluded corner. Seokjn simply waved them off and continued to sip on his wine, telling you to pretend that they weren’t there.

For you, the pressure was intense. The entire world sat on your shoulders as they tried to scare you away from the man you loved.

Despite the harsh scrutiny and the offensive comments, your time of waiting on Seokjin had thickened your skin and reinforced your resolve. Your ultimate test of patience left you with a sense of serenity in the tense world.

You could wait for the attacks to die down. You could be patient- Kim Seokjin was worth it.

As time went on, people cared less and less about your relationship after realizing that you weren’t going anywhere. You had predicted as much.

To celebrate your two-year anniversary together, your boyfriend finally asked you to move in with him.

He was nervous, to say the least. Seokjin wanted you to live with him because he found your apartment to be quite small- it was about time to give you more.

Now, two days after the proposal to move in- on his free weekend- he was helping you move out of your apartment.

Everything was going smoothly, as he expected, up until the moment you told him to go into your closet and grab the box of clothes you had set aside to donate.

He wasn’t expecting to find a small box stuffed into the back of your closet with BTS in large sparkly letters decorating the top. After he pulled it out and dusted it off, he opened it to find photocards and trinkets of his brother, Hoseok.

Gingerly, he dipped his fingers into the box and pulled out a tiny, pink pouch that perked his interest- Seokjin never faired well with fighting his curiosity of material things.

Pulling out the small chain, he let a grimace riddle his features whilst he surveyed the six silver letters of Hoseok’s name adorning it.

“Oh.” He heard from behind him, causing him to jump and quickly drop the pouch and bracelet back into the open box in his lap. “So you found those.”

“What is all this?” He asked while gesturing to said box, an ugly inferno of jealousy beginning to curl inside his stomach and snake its way up his throat. All Seokjin could think about was the fact that Hoseok was your bias and not him. Sure, he never asked, but you could have at least told him that he had competition.

“I- uh-“ You stuttered. Your hesitation to answer warranted him to stand and approach you with an eyebrow cocked and a storm brewing in his eyes.

“Am I just a ploy to get to him?” Seokjin’s anger was obvious, yet you couldn’t help the lick of excitement as he became possessive over you- a trait you rarely saw on the man.

“No!” You were quick to answer his question, closing the space between the two of you to grab his hands in your own. “Babe, I swear! Those are from years ago! Before I met any of you!”

Although Seokjin knew that you were telling the truth, he still seethed in response and let his jealousy show. You seemed to like the jealous side of him, so he decided to maximize his advantages of the situation. It was also hard to ignore that he was growing slightly uncomfortable in his pants.

“Then why do you still have them?”

“Because my friend made them for me and they’re special!” You defended, wanting him to hold your hands. His fingers wrapped around yours tightly and pulled you so that your body was flush against his. You were left to stare up at his towering frame.

“Well,” He chuckled, letting go of your hands and bending down to throw you over his shoulder. You squealed in surprise but he only growled and smacked you on the ass with so much force that you yelped out in pain.

Seokjin threw you down on your tiny bed and you looked up at him in anticipation when you noticed the sly smile thinning his plump lips. He leaned down, placing a knee between your legs, as his gaze locked with yours.

“I’ll give you something fucking special, J-hope stan.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at the nickname, bringing your arms up to wrap around your shoulders as he pecked you on the lips and trailed his lips down the side of your neck.

Once he placed a kiss on top of your clothed nipple, Seokjin wasted no time in lifting your shirt over your chest to press his tongue and lips against you. You sighed, letting your eyes flutter closed as you tipped your head back and let him work over your areola.

“Does Hobi know how sensitive you are here?” He asked, licking your nipple immediately after. He brought his thumb to the other one as he kissed it again. “Would he even figure it out?”

Instead of answering, you threaded your fingers into his hair blindly, wrapping your legs around his waist while he lowered his mouth further down your body. The notion left you quaking in its wake.

His nose feathered down your stomach while he whispered his next question.

“Does he know how soft your skin is?” Seokjin pressed his lips to the skin of your waist and you craned your head up to look down at him, catching his gaze promptly. Seeing his lips against your skin had your legs pressing against his sides even tighter. “Would he even appreciate it?”

He backed up and pulled your underwear and shorts down your legs to bare your pussy to him, not wanting to tease you at all. He was on a mission and you wouldn’t stop him.

By the time he got his face between your legs, you were already spasming and dripping.

Your boyfriend looked at you with a smirk on his lips. “Could he get you this wet?”

His tongue pushed between your folds and flattened to rub against your clit to lap up once with a groan building in his chest before he pulled away. “Would he even taste you?”

You whimpered, dependent on Seokjin for pleasure as he pressed his tongue on your clit and slid two fingers into your depths to scissor you open. For a good minute, he pumped his two fingers into you and shoved his tongue onto your bundle of nerves as if trying to completely lick it off your body.

Your first orgasm was sharp and intense, causing you to cry out and dig your fingers into your boyfriend’s scalp. He pulled his lips away from you for a moment to look up at your heaving body.

“Could he even find how sensitive you are right-“ He brushed his fingers against the spot that had your mind reeling. “-here? Could he make you feel good? How would he even begin to try?”

The oversensitivity had your senses dulling and your lips babbling. “He wouldn’t. God, Jin. He wouldn’t.”

He continued to sink his fingers into you, harshly laving over your clit with his tongue in between his words as if he were fucking you already.

“You just-” Slurp. “-taste like-” Suck. “-fucking candy, baby.” You gasped at the loss of contact and squealed every time he returned his tongue and covered you with his plump lips to wildly swirl the hot muscle into you.

Being forced into more orgasms wasn’t new for you, however, it was always on his dick that you sobbed your way through countless climaxes. The pleasure of being pushed over the edge by his tongue was completely new and unabashedly erotic.

You screamed and writhed against Seokjin’s hand splayed possessively over your stomach, trying to get away from the contact but helplessly struggling against him. One after the other, you were painfully shoved into cumming, but it’s only when you squirted onto his chin that he finally let up.

“I bet he couldn’t make you squirt like that.” He darkly chuckled.

You, sweaty and breathless, lay under him with a bead of drool beginning to collect at the corner of your mouth. Mindlessly, you affirmed his statement.

“He couldn’t. He couldn’t.” It was almost as if you were chanting now.

“You’re damn right, he couldn’t.” Seokjin stood on his knees and quickly pulled his jeans down just enough for his dick to pop out before eagerly settling himself between your shaky legs once more.

Pussy raw and throbbing, you needed him to fill you properly to balance out the sensitivity on your clit. It was almost painful.

“This pussy is mine.” Seokjin grabbed his dick and looked down to slap his tip against your clit repeatedly. Your legs jerked in result, body responsive to the slightest touch on your nub. “You’re all mine.”

“Jin,” You whimpered. “Please.”

“I know, baby. I know. Be patient.” And he slid in slowly.

You dug your nails into his shoulders and threw your head back into the pillow again. The pleasure was blinding and you tensed your entire body at the sensation of him stretching out your insides.

“He could never know how tight you are.” Seokjin grit his teeth as he bottomed out. “How fucking warm-” You gasped and your eyes rolled back as he nudged his hips to try pushing himself further inside you, succeeding in dipping slightly deeper into your walls and crowding himself against your womb almost uncomfortably. “-you are.”

At this point, all you could do was sob in confirmation. “He couldn’t.”

“I’m not gonna lie.” He pulled out and thrust into you once, then twice, and then paused while heaving above you. “You got me all worked up with how cute you sound so I won’t last very long. I’m going to need you to cum one more time. Can you do that for me, love?”

You nodded almost immediately, knowing that all he needed to do was toy with your clit to send you over the edge.

With a harsh beat, your lover ferociously fucked into you and grabbed one of your thighs to widen your legs. With each clap of his skin into yours, you let out a small huff while he literally fucked the air from your lungs.

“Cum, baby. Cum right now.” He strained.

“I-” You cried, holding onto him for dear life as you desperately needed that last nudge to send you hurtling towards ecstasy. “I can’t. I n-need-“

“Hobi can’t fuck you like this, Y/N. Can’t fill you up and make you scream like I can. But you can’t cum for me?” He smashed his swollen lips onto yours and messily pushed his tongue into your mouth. When he pulled away, a string of saliva connected the two of you. “What do you need, baby? What do you need me to do?”

Your clit practically screamed for attention from your prior orgasms, but you were too focused on not actually crying to tell him. Instead, you snaked your hand down your body towards yourself and Seokjin followed your trail down to where your bodies joined, noticing immediately how swollen and red your clit was. His expression softened in realization.

“Oh, does my girl need her pussy touched?” He crooned roughly.

You nodded feverishly, sniffling.

“Okay, love. I’ll touch.” And he did.

Your orgasm was almost instantaneous. Your body, battered and exhausted, trembled as it seized up to accept his thrust for the last time that evening. In all its pain and bliss, your climax was glorious.

“Oh fuckfuckfuckfuck-” Seokjin growled as he dropped his head to the crook of your neck. “Squeezing me all tight like that. You’d never squeeze Hobi like that.”

Even through your pleasure, you felt him clutch onto you tightly, slowing his thrusts and sinking himself deeply to empty his release into you.

“That’s my girl.” He groaned after he stilled, slumping against you. For a moment, the two of you breathed and relaxed in each other’s presence.

You chuckled, turning your head to kiss his head. “That was pretty hot, babe.”

His head shot up from your shoulder immediately. “Not at all! How could you stan Hobi and not me?”

“Babe, I was so much younger. Of course, the one who is a literal ball of sunshine was my bias. You can’t get enough of Hobi.”

“But I’m your boyfriend…” His eyebrows turned up at you and pouted all the while his dick still lay wedged between your legs. Slowly, you pushed him off of you so that you could go clean up.

As you stood, you walked to the bathroom and laughed again. “Yes, you are.”

Even as you were walking away, you heard him mutter under his breath.

“Hobi would never walk away from me like that.”

All you could do was giggle at his statement, knowing that he would eventually get over it.

Kim Seokjin was the one you loved. Who was Jung Hoseok?

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Pull the Blinds - Part Three

Rating: Explicit (18+ ONLY)

Pairing: Javier Peña x Fem!Reader

Wordcount: 4k

Tags: Established Relationship, Journalist reader, no Y/N, Established relationship, Dom!Javi, female reader, unprotected p in v sex (don’t do that), fingering (female receiving), oral sex (female receiving), rough sex, name calling, aftercare

Summary: A failed raid sends Javi spinning, desperate to take the edge off. Luckily for both of you, you’re also in need of something to take your mind off work. This is the third in a series, but they can be read individually.

Huge thank you to @keeper0fthestars for the encouragement, brainstorming/co-thirsting, and beta’ing when I couldn’t look at this anymore. Love you babe! 😘

Part One - Part Two - My Masterlist

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“God damn it,” you slam your folder shut and tear your glasses off to pinch the bridge of your nose. You’ve hit a dead end on this assignment and even taking the day to work from home, all your papers spread out on the kitchen table before you, hasn’t helped. Tension is radiating down your neck and shoulders, lines of stress and pain only worsening the harder you try to force yourself to think through the problem. Pressing a thumb between your brows eases that tension somewhat, and you’re just standing up to take a well-earned break when you hear someone pounding at your door.

You freeze. You’re not expecting anyone. Normally you wouldn’t be so concerned (it’s the middle of the afternoon, after all, and you live in a decent neighborhood), but between your career as an investigative journalist and the drug war tearing Colombia apart at the seams, it never hurts to be cautious. Reaching behind the sofa, you pull out a baseball bat before inching towards the door. The door rattles on its hinges, the knocking louder and more insistent than before. This is no casual visit.

“Who is it?” Your voice is level, even as your knuckles tighten around the aluminum and you take a deep breath in, out. Your mind is already spinning through potential scenarios- has someone clocked your undercover work, tracked you to your home? Adrenaline surges through you, your body screaming at you to be ready for anything, and you only relax a fraction when you hear a familiar, muffled, “It’s me.”

“Javi?” A glance through the peephole confirms that it is Javi, palms braced against your door jam, his dark brown hair slick with sweat and his green, DEA-issued tactical vest wrapped around his chest. His gun is holstered, hanging from the leather belt slung low around his narrow waist. No immediate danger, then.

Setting the bat down you open the door, eyes wide with concern. “Everything okay?” You look behind him, expecting to see the street lined with official vehicles and men bristling with guns, but there’s just his Bronco, parked rushed and crooked against the curb.

Javi’s already brushing past you so you shut the door and follow him. None of this is like him, not the disheveled state of his hair or the sweat-drenched pink shirt clinging to him, and certainly not him barging in, looking like he’s just come from a raid. You get in front of him, taking in his wild eyes, the way he can’t seem to keep still. It’s unnerving, and not doing a damn thing to reassure you that he’s remotely okay or to calm your own racing heart, but you adopt your calmest tone and say “Javier. Talk to me.”

Finally seeming to actually see you, Javi stops pacing for a moment to answer you. “We had them, we fucking had them!”

You’ve never seen Javi like this. It’s not that he never brings the work home with him- how could he not? You’ve seen him exhausted, worn out from lack of sleep and endless hours spent chasing leads that go nowhere. You know what it’s like when the seeming futility and endless bureaucracy wear him down, seen him stressed and frustrated and devastated by loss. But you’ve never seen him like this- electrified, explosive. It’s all you can do to meet his raw, frayed energy with your own carefully constructed calm. “Slow down. Tell me what happened.”

Javi gives you the gist. Nothing confidential, nothing that would put either of your professional ethics in jealousy, but enough to see the shape of the thing. A raid, weeks in the planning, turned up nothing but an empty warehouse. Someone must have tipped the targets off, warning them before the DEA could spring their trap.

You wince. You know the effort that had gone into it, the countless hours of sifting through transcripts, painstakingly confirming scraps of rumors whispered through hushed calls. Weeks of work, wasted, all gone to ashes in mere moments. No arrests to show for it and worse, a potential leak. Javi’s desperation makes sense to you now. If one of your investigations had imploded this catastrophically you’d be out for blood, too.

But of course, there’s nothing he can do about it. Not yet. Not until the dust has settled and the analysts can come up with new leads. Until then, Javi just has to sit with the knowledge that his last several weeks of work have been utterly wasted, that the cartel has slipped from their grasp yet again, and are likely laughing their heads off about it from a safe distance, all while plotting their next devastating move. It’s eating him alive.

His story finished, Javi heaves a sigh and scrubs his hands over his face, still coated in a sheen of sweat. Belatedly, he takes in your scattered papers, the chair shoved away from the table where you were working when he burst in. “Shit, you were in the middle of something, sorry. I shouldn’t have burst in on you like this, I just-” he shrugs vaguely, still looking bewildered and only half present.

“Hush.” You lay a hand on his chest, can feel it rising with every heaving breath beneath the solid tac vest, and tip his face up so his eyes meet yours. “What do you need?”

You’re assuming it’ll be something like ice water or, more likely, a shot of whiskey. Maybe a shower to cool off. He’s got some clothes in a drawer in your bedroom, maybe he’ll feel better if he changes…?

While you’re brainstorming potential solutions, Javi is staring at you with all the intensity of a panther sizing up its next meal. Before the thought can properly register, he surges toward you, so suddenly your back hits the counter, its edge digging into your lower back as his arms surround you. His broad hands clutch at the fabric of your dress, making the skirt ride dangerously high up your thighs. His lips crash against yours, slanting and molding to you as he grabs the back of your head. When you gasp he deepens the kiss, his hand clenching in your hair as he tips your head back, plundering your mouth so aggressively you feel teeth. It’s only after those teeth nip sharply at your bottom lip that he pulls back, his breathing ragged.

“I’m sorry, I’m not- I should go.” He hunches his shoulders like he’s ashamed to be seen like this and makes for the door.

Oh. So that’s what he needs. You can picture it now- him bending you over the counter and taking you, hard, right then and there, using you to work the sharp edge off his temper. Just the idea of it, Javi pouring that frustration into fucking you, is thrilling. Besides, turning your brain off for a bit, giving yourself over to all that fury is exactly what you need right now, and he thinks he needs to shield you from that impulse? Hell, no.

You stop him with one touch of your hand. “Don’t go.” Javi’s head jerks up and he stands rigid as you press yourself against him, your hips touching, your hands moving over the taut lines of his arms. “You clearly need to take the edge off.” He hisses as your lips close on his trapezius, your tongue flicking out to taste the salt on his skin. “And I could use a distraction,” you croon.

“I’m too worked up- I don’t want to hurt you, cariño,” he bites out, even as he looks at you like he could eat you alive and spit out your bones, still hungry for more.

Javi knows you like it rough. Hell, he’s fucked you through gritted teeth and snarls enough times to know you love it that way. This is different. This is burning rage and rough hands, the difference between training rounds and live fire.

You want all of it.

Your lips curl in a knowing smile and you straddle his thigh, denim-clad muscle taut against the scrap of cotton separating your bodies beneath your skirt. You grind down on him and meet his burning gaze. “Not even a little?”

He growls at your challenge, a caged jungle cat, all sleek, bunched muscle and barely checked savagery. He eyes you up and down, assessing, his knuckles tightening against the counter. He runs a thumb over his lower lip and that’s when you know he’s genuinely considering it. You clench and shudder in anticipation, eyes locked on him as he demands “give me your safeword.”

“Javi, you know what it is.” The two of you had chosen it months ago, a reminder of the vacation you’re always meaning to take but never quite get around to.

He leans closer, eyes dark and grin darker. “Remind me,” he rumbles, clutching the edge of the counter he’s got your back up against.

Your throat bobs as you swallow. He’s so close. You can see the sweat sliding down the planes of his neck, feel the edge of his tac vest digging into you, practically taste the bitter tang of unspent adrenaline. The thrill of the hunt rolls off of him in waves, the livewire burn of his need sparking an answering flare in your blood. You have to lick your lips before answering in a whisper “It’s Aruba.”

“Good girl,” he purrs, his voice the inescapable rumble of an impending landslide. His nose drags against your cheek, his lips ghosting over your jawline. “And you’ll use it if you need to.” He’s no longer asking. He’s telling.

“Yes, Javi.”

His teeth close on your earlobe sharply. “Yes, what?”

Another shiver runs through you. “Yes, sir.”

“That’s fucking right.” Without further warning, Javi grabs you by your upper arm and shoves you towards the bedroom.

Your heart rate spikes, blood thrumming in time with Javi’s heavy tread marching you down the hallway. His grip is fierce, his expression fiercer, and you suddenly wonder what it’s like to go toe to toe with this man, Agent Peña, in the field. For all his honor and dedication to justice, there’s a streak of ruthlessness running through the heart of him, a need to see the mission through to the end, no matter the cost. Javier is a good man, better than he’ll admit to himself, but that darkness is there. Not a flaw, not really. A smoky occlusion in the ruby heart of him, one more facet in the complex matrix of his inner self.

This knowledge isn’t new to you, but Javi letting you see it firsthand is. It doesn’t scare you. Nothing about him ever could. You trust him, know him, too well for that. No, you’re honored that Javi is willing to show you the jagged edges of himself, to trust you to handle these broken pieces without either of you winding up bloodied.

As you step through the doorway to your bedroom, Javi pushes you towards the bed. “Strip.” His eyes rake over you hungrily, devouring every new bit of skin you reveal as you obey, dropping one garment after another on the floor of your bedroom. He watches, arms folded, still fully clothed, still wearing that tac vest that shorts your brain out. In no time you’re completely naked before him, your body on full display in the afternoon sun streaming through the windows, but he makes no move to undress. He sits in the middle of your bed, leaning his back against the headboard like he owns the place and crooks his finger at you. You crawl to him on hands and knees, letting him pull you into his lap.

“Tell me what you want, querida.” His voice is low and sweet, amber honey dripping into your ear while he noses at your cheek, the deep rumble of his voice reverberating through you. Fuck if that voice doesn’t go straight your cunt.

You squirm in his lap, shifting to straddle his waist, your naked sex molded to the bulge swelling beneath his tight jeans. “I want you to fuck me, Javi. Let me help you get rid of all that tension.” You reach up, start kneading his shoulders, but he tsks and pushes your hands aside.

“Not yet. Not until you’re ready.”

You jut out your lip in a mock pout. He’s the one who pounded on your door, amped up and aching, so it hardly seems fair that he’s turned the tables on you this easily, and yet...

You’d expected him to take you quickly, to burn through you wildfire fast, but now that he’s got you where he wants you he’s intent on breaking you down slowly.

Your fingers curl over the edge of his vest, clinging to him while he kisses you breathless. He’s in complete control, every gasp and jut of your hips unfolding at his urging. He tastes every part of you, his teeth closing over pulse points, tongue flicking over every dip and hollow of your body. You lose all sense of time when he reaches your breasts, drowning in sensation, only pulled back to the present when he pinches a nipple or bites down on the full moon swell of your breast.

He leaves marks as he goes, livid reminders of his claiming every inch of you. You submit to all of it, your fingers scrabbling for purchase over the expanse of that heavy vest as Javi bears down on you. Heat is building in you with every bite and suck and caress, but your body is screaming out for more, more, more. It’s then that it finally hits you- the bastard is doing this deliberately. He wants you as keyed up as he is. That realization pitches you headlong into the blaze he’s been stoking all along and you moan, desperate for more.

He indulges you, still painfully slowly, more fuel for the fire raging in both of you. Reaching down between you, he drags his fingers over your thighs, already slick with the desire dripping from you. “Christ, you’re so wet from just this. You like letting me do this, don’t you? Getting so worked up being my good little slut.”

You gasp and nod, whimpering now that he’s so close to where you need him but still not quite there. He rewards you by finally pressing those thick, clever trigger fingers against your weeping cunt. He moves in slow, torturous circles, and you reach for him, try to kiss him, to beg wordlessly for more. He pulls away, chuckling at your eagerness. “No. Let me do this for you.”

He knows damn well what he’s doing, pushing you to see when you’ll get impatient. You try to wait him out but forget yourself when he slips one finger into the molten clutch of your sex. It’s so good but you need more. “Please,” you murmur, moving to kiss him once more, your hand dropping between you, needing to feel him. Besides, a wicked, wanton part of you wonders what he’ll do if you disobey him like this.

Your answer comes swiftly. Javi flips you onto your back with a snarl, one hand behind your head to cushion the sudden move. Grabbing your wrists in one hand, he hauls them above your head, pinning you in place. “What did I tell you? Hold still!” He slaps your pussy once, twice, three times in rapid fire succession, each hit harder than the last, leaving you stinging and aching for more. You moan and writhe in his hold, rubbing your thighs together, desperate for some kind of release.

Javi watches you mercilessly. “Yeah, you like that? Filthy thing. Want me to do it again?” Your toes curl and he takes that as your answer, delivering one more slap to your cunt. He leaves his hand there, tracing slow, deliberate circles around your clit. The sudden tenderness, the tantalizing possibility of finally gaining some relief has you practically sobbing.

“You gonna be a good girl and keep those hands to yourself?”

“Y-yes, Javi.”

He pulls his hand away at once and you whimper, realizing your mistake as his expression darkens. “I know I didn’t just hear you forget your manners.”

“Sir,” you correct yourself quickly. “I meant, yes sir.”

“That’s what I thought.” You know from experience that he loves this, temporarily reducing you to a pleading, pliant mess. He knows the trust this requires, and the way it frees you to give yourself over to pleasure completely. It’s a responsibility he never takes lightly. He always knows just how far to push, what boundaries to test or limits to prod, knowing that’s half the fun. As for the other half...

He works you open, one thumb on your clit, his fingers probing deeper and deeper inside you. Your breath hitches when he’s knuckle-deep, massaging that spot that makes you clench and shudder. He gets you off like this more times than you can count, sending waves of pleasure rippling through you from your curled toes to your tingling scalp. He strokes you and finger fucks you for what feels like an eternity, all the whole whispering sweet filth into your ear. Dark promises of how he intends to take you, to use you, all without filling you the way he knows you crave.

“Please, please fuck me. I need you so bad baby, I don’t think I have another one in me like this.” He’s made you cum so many times you’ve lost count, worked your clit until you’re completely over stimulated and begging for mercy.

He has none. Instead of giving in, he delivers another harsh smack to your abused cunt. “Tell me who owns this pretty pussy.”

“You do, Javi, please...”

“Then give me one more.” He spits and you feel it land, slipping over your swollen folds. It’s lewd and obscene and forgotten the instant Javi lowers his head and licks the sting of the latest slap away. His broad tongue works you mercilessly, ripping another shuddering cry of his name from your lips as he brings you to the edge and shoves you over it once again.

“Get on your knees.” He makes you wait, arms trembling, pussy drenched and waiting while he gets up to undress. He misses nothing, clocking the instant when you clench, your throat bobbing, as he unbuckles his leather belt. Javi quirks an eyebrow and, folding it in half, he swats it once, hard enough to be loud but not enough to truly hurt, against your ass. An experiment more than anything else. You let slip a filthy moan, confirming his suspicion that you truly are this comfortable with rougher treatment.

“Maybe next time, querida,” Javi chuckles. He tosses the belt aside, along with those tight jeans and every other bit of clothing, rejoining you on the bed. He takes his place behind you, hands clutching your hips as he teases your entrance with the fat head of his cock. You can feel how hard he is, the length of him like steel as he pushes himself lazily against your folds. It’s more agonizing buildup, and even when he finally, finally starts to fuck you, he does it with just the tip of his cock, thrusting shallowly, enough to make you clench without being filled. It’s torture. You try to push your hips back to take him deeper, but his firm grip holds you motionless.

“Something the matter, baby?”

You grit your teeth. If he doesn’t fuck you properly right the fuck now you might actually combust. “I need more Javi, please,” you beg.

“Yeah, think you can take it?”

Your only response is a desperate whine, met with a harsh chuckle. “You asked for it.”

He shoves himself inside you in one savage thrust. Even with all of his teasing, the orgasms he’s already pulled from you, and the slick practically dripping from your swollen pussy, it’s a shock. You gasp, his thick cock plunging into you with a filthy squelch, and the sudden overwhelming fullness forces another climax from you without warning. You clamp around him and cry out, barely even registering the flood of wetness practically squirting from you, soaking the rough curls at the base of Javi’s cock.

“Fuck that’s it,” he groans. “That’s my good - fucking - girl.” He thrusts into you in time with his words, working you through the sudden orgasm. As if your release was some sort of signal, this is the moment when Javi finally lets the leash of his control slip, fucking you like a man possessed. His hands grabbing your hips hard enough to bruise, he pulls you onto him as his hips slap against you, setting a brutal, punishing pace.

You’re dimly aware that the harder the fucks you, the more your body slips against the sheets and away from him. Frustrated, Javi shifts his grip, pulling you up, your back flush against his chest and his arms bands of steel around your breasts. His breath is ragged in your ear and even when his teeth close on your shoulder, it does little to muffle his harsh grunts.

Time slips away again and all you know is the bone-rattling ferocity of Javi fucking you like it’s the only thing keeping him alive. You’re so overwhelmed with pleasure you hardly know when one orgasm rolls into the next, all you know is that Javi has you in a death grip and you wouldn’t want to be anywhere else.

Finally, through a haze of sweat and bliss, you feel him stiffen behind you, his hips stuttering and a strangled groan escaping him as he drops his head to your shoulder, his cock spitting deep inside you. You bury your hand in his hair, mutter soothing nonsense as he spills himself into you. When he finally stills, the two of you collapse into a heap on the bed, his body a comforting weight on yours.

You lay there, in a sweaty, blissed out tangle for several minutes, both trying to catch your breath. Javi recovers first, rolling off of you and gathering you into his arms. He pushes the hair from your eyes, his own going concerned when you’re still too boneless to respond to him calling your name.

Giving you some time to recover, he gets the arnica gel from your nightstand and is already smoothing it over the livid marks on your hips when you come back to yourself enough to speak.

“Mm, feels good,” you slur, rolling onto your side to give him better access. You’d introduced him to this particular remedy when he’d shown up with bruises after a particularly difficult arrest, and it had quickly become a favorite aftercare ritual whenever things turned rough in bed. Javi’s thick fingers glide soothingly over every ache and sting, though you catch his wrist when he moves to smooth the gel over the bite marks he left on your breasts.

“Oh, baby, was I too rough here?” His eyes are soft with concern and the beginnings of apology, so you’re quick to shake your head no. You roll closer and brush away the sweat-slick curls threatening to hide his face.

“It’s not that, Javi. I just… kind of like seeing the marks. The gel makes them heal faster, so leave a few for me, would you?”

He kisses you. “Ok, wild thing,” he says affectionately. “Give me your wrists though, unless you want everyone at your office seeing what I did to you.”

“I wouldn’t mind,” you tease, but offer him your wrists nonetheless. He’s so gentle, cradling the back of your hand in his own massive palm, his fingers rubbing the gel into your wrist in slow, circular strokes. When he’s finished, he raises your hands to kiss your palms, eyes locked on yours with an intensity that makes you melt.

“C’mere, baby.” Javi pulls you to lay on top of him, running his hands over your hair and pressing kisses to your face. “You good?”

It’s sweet, the way he fusses like this after having just taken you entirely apart, soothing you with the same single-minded determination he brings to every other part of his life, and you bask in the glow of his care. “Yeah Javi, I’m perfect.”

Javi huffs out a laugh at that. “I'll say.”

You shift in his arms to get a better look at him. He seems more like himself now, less agitated, more present. “Feeling better?”

“Much. I feel like I could sleep for a week.” He drops a kiss to the crown of your head and breathes out. You can feel his body relaxing as he does it, proof that he’s telling the truth.

“Sleep then, I’m sure you need it.” He nods, his breathing already turning slow and even as he drifts towards rest. You close your eyes, about to join him when the solution to your work problem flashes through your mind, clear as day. As soon as you’re sure Javi has drifted off, you slip out of bed and back to work.

Maybe you both could use that vacation after all…

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