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ericspinkhair · 3 years

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guys my age don’t know how to love me good

pairing: dom!juyeon x noona!reader

synopsis: lee juyeon is the only guy who makes sex worth it

word count: 3.1k

warnings: noona kink, mentions of toxic and abusive sex, deep throating, no mentions of protection (wrap it before you tap it), inexperienced/unsure reader

a/n: this is for @rolezeure + anon

requests are open!!

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'y/n, I swear to god if you won't come to this party with me I will actually never talk to you ever again. you know what this is?' your best friend siyeon dramatically held up a pair of scissors. 'scissors, to cut our friendship.'

'but what am I supposed to even do there?' you scoffed. parties were stupid 'I don't know how to talk to people.'

'you don't need to talk, dumbass. you get drunk, grind on some hot dude and get laid.' siyeon rolled her eyes as she was so done with you.

'as if that is supposed to convince me to go. sex is completely overraded, my dude. it just hurts and the guys don't even care. as long as they get off on you it's fine.' you had not have had any positive experiences with sex. it usually hurt, the guys were rough and didn't really care if you were crying. there wasn't any pleasure you associated with it.

'that's cause you've been with only toxic men. but please, come with me! it's way too awkward to go alone and I need a hype woman. Sangyeon will be there. I cannot miss the opportunity to get with mr. dilf. have you seen him? he is sooo hot, y/n. I might never have another opportunity like this. and I need a lot of alcohol in my system first before I can initiate something,' she whined. she gave you the best puppy eyes she could to make you give in.

you knew your friend had been eyeing sangyeon for weeks. siyeon had tripped the first time she saw him and had to wipe away the drool from her chin. she then memorized his schedule and you would always have to watch him from afar. however, she could not utter a single comprehensible sentence without alcohol if she was nervous but when she was drunk she was the most sociable and flirty person and always got with whom she wanted.

sangyeon was usually never to be found at parties but this particular one was for his friend's birthday so siyeon knew he would show up. who knows if she would ever see him again, after all, he had just graduated from college and would be leaving campus. this was her last opportunity. you sighed.

'fine,' you finally gave in. she squealed and hugged you so tightly that you had trouble breathing.

'omg, I love you so much, y/n! you're a lifesaver. I owe you big big time.'

'you certainly do.'

you tried to convince yourself that maybe a party was just what you needed. finals were finally over and you were on your well deserved break before you started your last year of college.

a week later, the two of you took a cab to the party location. you arrived at a huge mansion that must have cost a huge ton of money. it felt like thousands of people were there, getting drunk and going skinny dipping in the gigantic pool. you recognized some of the people. you didn't really know them but you often saw them walk around on campus.

when you entered the house some dudes whistled at you. ew. you definitely had to get a drink to be able to stand all these gross men lurking around here. at least you had your pepper spray with you. better safe than sorry.

siyeon and you found the bar and immediately downed a couple of shots. the alcohol burned in your throat as you drank one after the other. your friend needed the effects alcohol brings with it quickly.

'have you found him already?' you scream over the music at siyeon.

'no, he's nowhere to be seen… maybe he's not here at all' she was pouting.

I grabbed her by the arm. 'come on. let's go search for him somewhere else. hmm, maybe he's outside?' you dragged her through the mass of people. she was gonna get laid tonight, you were gonna make sure of it.

the backyard was just as crowded but at least you got some fresh air. a lot of people were grinding on each and making out in the pool and hot tub.

'oh my god, oh my god, oh my god. he's there!' siyeon whisper shouted at you.

'where?' you couldn't find him in the crowd.

'over there next to the huge ass plant. he's standing next to jacob.' ah, you saw him. him and jacob were engaged in a deep conversation and occasionally sipped on their drinks.

siyeon just grabbed a drink out of a passing person's hand, ignore the complains and drank it all in one go.

'I need more.' so you went to get more alcohol before you could convince her that now was the time.

'how do I look? is my makeup smudged? do I look enough like 'daddy, I've been a good girl. pls choke me?' she kept on trying to flatten her hair hastily.

'you look absolutely gorgeous, girl. go get him, tiger.' she did look stunning. the red lipstick matched with her bold red dress. it was short and showed a lot of cleavage. her beautiful curves were perfectly highlighted and if sangyeon didn't drool over her then you would seriously have to buy him new eyes.

you high-fived each other and then she went to go on her mission.

you watched how he scanned her up and down, taking in her beauty, when she approached him and then smiled brightly. she touched his muscular arms as he said something that made her laugh. he seemed to be enjoying her company jacob, who had understood what was going on, had joined his other friends kevin and eric on the dance floor inside.

'who are we spying on?' someone whispered in your ear, making you jump and almost spill your drink. rude.

'oh, seeing if my best friend's gonna get laid tonight like she'd hoped to. seems positive so far.' the guy who had come up to you nodded interested. you had no idea who he was but you didn't exactly mind his company. he was a handsome fellow, with a face sculpted by the gods. his dark blue hair made him stand out even more.

'so what are you gonna do if she leaves with him? are you just going to leave?' he asked.

you shrugged your shoulders. 'probably. she's the only reason I came to this god awful party.'

'oh, you don't like it?' he raised his eyebrows.

'no, it's too full, it's too loud and I'm bored. who even is this guy who threw this party. I actually have no idea who he is,' you complained about everything. he seemed to become more amused as you went on.

'then allow me to introduce myself. hey, my name is juyeon.' he held out his hand.

'what does that have to do with- oh my god this is YOUR party!' you realized in shock. your face was burning with embarrassment. but he didn't seem to mind at all and just laughed light heartedly.

'yeah, I'm sorry you don't like it. if you like I could take you somewhere quieter with less people.' oh dude, he was flirting. why? you did look hot as fuck in your short black dress but you had literally just insulted his party.

'I'm sorry I'm not really up for sex or whatever it is you're offering.' you scratched your neck awkwardly. you wouldn't mind if he visited you in your dreams sometimes tho to have a good time.

'that's too bad. I was hoping I could make you feel good.' he brushed a finger over your cheek.

'I doubt you could. no one ever has.' he snorted at that.

'how old even are you?' you asked him.

'19, you don't have to worry. I'm a legal adult. you?' 'almost 21.'

'ooh, that's fun! are you sure you don't want to spend some private time with me, noona?' that was fucking unfair. he was using this noona thing to get you to give in. he knew exactly what he was doing and you could feel yourself getting aroused.

'I just don't think sex is right for me. it just hurts and doesn't do anything to make me feel good,' you explained to him.

'seems like you've only been with douchebags. I have a 100% rate of making women come. you should try and see for yourself, noona.' his lustful gaze stared deep into your soul, making your legs wobbly.

it seemed so tempting. he was super hot and couldn't help but notice the outline of his abs on his shirt. the alcohol was also encouraging you to make some bad decisions and step out of your comfort zone. this man somehow made you super horny with his toned body and god like face, whether you liked it or not. you caught yourself seriously considering going with him.

'here's a proposal. I give you head and if you're not satisfied with my services we can just stop there.' he leaned down and whispered in my ear. 'I would love to hear you scream my name, noona.'

his offer actually didn't sound too bad. juyeon might just be more skilled than the rest of the men you had slept with, who knew. you didn't have anything better to do anyways so you might as well see if he can make you feel good.

'where do we go?' you finally asked after staying silent to keep a suspenseful silence. his eyes lit up and he grabbed your hand. he led you back inside, up the stairs and into the room on the far right.

you could see posters of football player, trophies and pictures. this was obviously his room.

you didn't have much time to look around as he locked the door and kissed you

you were surprised by just how not slimy it was. usually, the guys would always try to wet your whole face and you had to wipe your mouth every other second.

but he started off soft and placed his hands on your hips. you put your arms around his neck to get closer to him and deepen the kiss.

his hands started roaming your body and when he squeezed your ass, you let out a moan. juyeon took this opportunity to slip his tongue inside your open mouth.

the kissing made you dizzy and you desperately tugged at him to get him closer to you. he picked you up and held you up against the wall. you let your hands wander under his shirt and started tracing his abs while grinding your core against him. you could feel his dick harden with your movements.

juyeon carried you to the bed and slowly let you down so you laid on your back. while he quickly took off his shirt you tried to catch your breath after the intense make out. you didn't have long to admire his muscular upper body before he lifted the dress so you were only there in your underwear.

he startes placing open mouth kiss from your collar bones, to your boobs, to your stomach until he reached the hem of your panties. he made sure to keep eye contact as he put the fabric between his teeth and slowly pulled them down like this. you felt cold air hitting your core.

'so pretty, noona,' he admired your clearly dripping pussy. he dragged one finger over your lips to see just how wet you were.

'I haven't even touched you yet but you are already so wet for me. I told you I'd make you feel good. I'll show you just how much, noona.' and with that he dove right in between your lips to prove his point. the feeling of his tongue fucking you was unfamiliar. no guy had ever even cared to get you wet and pleasure you before actually having sex.

Juyeon was desperately devouring your juices as if he hadn't drunk for ages. additionally he started massaging your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what a woman likes. he had to hold down your hips to keep you stable because you were trying to buck up into his face as it felt so good. every time his nose came into contact with your clit while licking you felt like you were losing control.

involuntary moans were spilling out of your mouth and you could feel juyeon smirking against your core.

suddenly, he slipped a finger inside you and started slowly pumping it in and out of you. it felt a bit uncomfortable at first but you got used to it quite quickly and when he noticed, he slipped a second finger inside. damn, those were some long ass fingers.

your pussy made squelching sounds which you couldn't care less about in the moment as he rapidly fucked you with his long digits. you were pulling at his hair as he took your bud between his teeth, alternating between softly biting and sucking on it.

you suddenly couldn't take it anymore and your orgasm washed over your body like a wave and juyeon slowly continued until you had fully come down from your high.

he sat up straight again. 'I promised I could make you feel good, didn't I? god, you look so hot when you come, noona.' fuck, where did he learn to do all this? maybe he was right after all.

you noticed that his nose was coated in your juices but he didn't seem to care at all. 'do you want to continue?'

'only if you can make me come again,' you challenged him.

he scoffed. 'that's not even a question, noona.'

he quickly unbuckled his belt and pulled down his pants. the shape of his bulge was clearly visible through his underwear. you reached inside and whipped out his already hard dick. you gulped.

'it's so big,' you whispered afraid. he was bigger than the other guys you had slept with and if they had already hurt you then his cock would probably hurt even worse.

he stroked your hair out of your face. 'don't worry. I've already prepared well so you should be able to take it without a problem. I'll make sure to go slow to not hurt you, okay?' you needed to trust him. it seemed like he actually knew what he was doing.

you gave his dick a couple of strokes to see how he reacted before you wrapped your lips around his leaking tip. seeing juyeon throw his head back gave you the encouragement you desperately needed to go forward.

you took him all the way until you started gagging. this was something you were good at. you started deep throating him and he moaned out your name.

'fuck, noona. you are so good with my cock.' he brushed your hair to the side so you it wouldn't be in the way when you sucked him off.

you noticed that he tried to control himself but couldn't refrain himself from bucking up his hips a few times, making you gag.

he then stopped you. 'I can't come yet. I need to show you how proper sex is done first.'

you laid down on your back and he positioned himself between your legs. he pressed your arms down next to your head and intertwined his fingers with yours.

'are you ready?' you gave him a nod.

'just squeeze my hand if it hurts.'

he slowly pushed his tip inside. you shut your eyes tightly and juyeon stopped to give you time.

'no, no. go all the way in first,' you whined.

his dick filled your walls up to the brim. you tried to calm down your heavy breathing. you squeezed his hands in pain and he held still. juyeon placed a kiss on your mouth.

'you're doing so well, noona.', he praised you. 'just tell me when you feel ready to go.'

it did hurt but not quite as much as the other times. and no one had ever waited for you to actually adjust before beginning to pound into you.

juyeon distracted you with kisses and as you started getting more comfortable you slowly started moving your hips against him. you gave him a slight nod to tell him he could continue.

he still started off with a moderate tempo and you needed more.

'faster!' you urged him and he picked up the pace. the way he snapped his hips made you see stars.

the pain was now completely gone and you were lost in your own pleasure.

when he started thrusting into you from behind, he hit spots inside you you had never felt before. the new position allowed him to go even deeper and faster than before.

you moaned surprised as he spanked you.

'you like this, noona?' you could only groan out his name to show him how you felt.

the knot in your stomach became tighter and tighter.

'I think I'm coming!' you manage to get out.

'come for me, noona!' with that he went into overdrive and fucked into you like a machine.

your arms gave in as your walls clenched around his huge cock tightly and you came hard while screaming his name.

he rode out your orgasm and then pulled out. he stroke his dick fast and shot his big load on your butt and back.

he lay down next to you exhausted. his fingers wiped away the tears of pleasure you didn't know you had cried.

'did I make you feel good, noona?' 'more than just good,' you admitted satisfied.

'I guess guys my age just don't know how to treat me.' he hummed in agreement.

'that makes no sense. you are absolutely gorgeous. they missed out on the opportunity to see your beautiful face when you come.' this was weird. he was still nice to you even after he already came. what was this?

'thank you for making my birthday wish come true,' he said. 'huh, what do you mean?' you questioned him.

'actually, I've noticed you on campus before but I was always too shy to talk to you.' 'oh really?' you laughed sceptically.

'yeah, I wanted to ask you on a date first but it seems like we skipped a couple of steps.' he was blushing. gosh, he was kind of adorable.

'I mean we could still go on those dates if you'd like, birthday boy.' strangely enough you felt like you could trust him and kind of wanted to get to know juyeon as a person.

'awesome,' he smiled at you before he pecked your lips and went to clean you both up.

you had completely forgotten about siyeon. hopefully, her night had been just as satisfying as yours had been.

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candychronicles · 3 years

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yes sir // i. midoriya

A/N: my take on the bnharem workplace au collab! this is pretty much porn with plot, there’s no real interesting background. i just wanted to write sexy times with midoriya hehe

CHARACTER PAIRING: Izuku Midoriya x F!Reader

WORD COUNT: 2,765

WARNINGS: an obnoxious amount of pet names, soft-ish dom, dubcon maybe?? if you squint??, power dynamics, possessive izuku

SYNOPSIS: an infatuation with one of your bosses turns into something much more interesting.

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work was never fun but when you directly responded to three equally attractive ceos, it tended to make things easier. despite them all being incredibly attractive, you found yourself particularly drawn to one man in specific: Izuku Midoriya.

he was the face of the operation, the one who greeted the media with a smile and ran lectures, pep talks and gatherings with the employees. not only did he have the charm, but he was smart and analytical, something that came in handy when dealing with other businesses and creating interpersonal relationships. he strived to make everyone feel like they belonged and that’s why you never put any thought into the bright smiles and big waves he gave you as he passed your office every morning.

Bakugou was who you usually worked under, the man being brash and loud but incredibly intelligent and covering a lot of ground when it came to running the company, especially when it came to logistics and timelines. you weren’t his secretary and yet often found yourself in his office helping whenever he called. you would say it was annoying except it meant that he favored you and you often got added perks because of that, like a flexible work schedule and unlimited premium coffee from his personal stash.

Todoroki was a man who you seldom interacted with but had nothing but pleasant things to say. he was cold and standoffish at first but as you chatted he became more relaxed and willing to talk. he handled a lot of the behind the scenes, keeping up with IT and using his connections from his wealthy family to bring in new business. nonetheless, he was a pleasant man and tried to interact in his own odd way at any appropriate chance he got.

you never realized you had any special treatment outside from your own boss but it became more apparent over the months that they had all taken a liking to you in some form or another. you became absolutely ecstatic when you learned you had a chance with Midoriya, an awkward and yet sincere drunken love confession thrown dramatically your way outside of a business gathering. since he wasn’t technically your personal boss and you harbored a secret crush on him, it was all too easy, with the alcohol flowing through your veins, to say yes to a date with him.

despite his inebriated state the night before, he stayed true to his word and took you to a relaxed and private restaurant, one that you were sure wasn’t cheap as there wasn’t even prices on the menu. he told you to not worry about it and just enjoy the night and enjoy you did. after some awkward laughs here and there, you really got to know him and what he was like: funny, charming, truthful, determined, emotional, raw and bursting with the desire to be understood the way he understood other people.

you took his truth and ran with it, confiding in him about anything you could think of that was appropriate for a first date and then some, over time learning all there was to know about one another. you spent many a night laid on his chest, confessing your hopes and dreams, listening to his own and promising each other that you would both work towards your desires as hard as possible.

things outside of the bedroom, however, stayed incredibly private. you understood that he was a shy man by nature and was nervous that your position would be undermined or belittled by the other employees if they found out that you two were together but as time went on, you grew more and more frustrated about him keeping you a secret. all of his reasons, he claimed, were to protect you but you didn’t care and if he didn’t tell you the honest truth soon, you were going to burst.

it only took a few more weeks before things took an interesting turn. you had yet another argument with Midoriya, begging and pleading with him to not hide you anymore, to wear you on his arm with pride and shower you with even the tiniest of affection, but he was not budging, claiming he didn’t want you to get hurt and sad over the other employees judging you despite him not being your actual boss. when you confirmed to Midoriya that this wasn’t a real relationship and cut things off, you were intrigued to find Todoroki at your office door with a bouquet of flowers asking you on a date.

whether it was out of spite or a sheer desire to be seen and acknowledged, you accepted without any hesitation, donning your best dress and heels for the icy man. he took you to a much fancier and flashy restaurant than Midoriya did, flaunting his wealth without a care in the world. you tried some of the finest wines and foods, enjoying the live music and chatting casually with Todoroki. outside of his awkward demeanor, it was a good first date and you had fun, certainly appreciating all that he did for you, but you realized it didn’t matter because you were still head over heels in love with the green haired guy with the golden heart. every little thing Todoroki did, you caught yourself comparing and contrasting with what Midoriya would’ve done and with a sad smile, told him you had fun but that you were going through some personal problems and needed some time before trying anything else. he was nothing but a gentleman and insisted that it was okay but despite his words, you still felt a pang in your heart, guilty for leading him on in the first place.

work the next day was rather uneventful, time spent chipping away at paperwork and organizing events for the next day, Bakugou sliding into your office with an unusually sad look on his face as he handed you your favorite coffee and slid back out, not acknowledging you otherwise. you hummed appreciatively nonetheless, savoring every sip like it was your last. just as you were walking out the door, the last person in your department to stay behind, you got a text from Midoriya asking you to meet in his office to discuss something.

you swallowed thickly, knowing there may be another argument approaching and hoping your heart could handle the pain. with a soft knock to the large wooden doors, you stood, waiting for him to invite you in.

the door creaked ominously open before you were yanked into the room, wood slamming heavily back into place as he crashed his lips against your own without any warning, harsh and fierce and nothing like he had ever been before.

you tried to create some space, some sort of distance between you two in order to process the situation but he was relentless, attacking you with such fervor that you had no choice but to follow along, desperate to know what he was thinking.

you didn’t have to wait long before he slowed down, pressing his forehead against your own, breath fanning against your face as he collected his thoughts.

“you went on a date with Todoroki,” he stated simply, eyes shut as he focused on you, your body movements, the way your heart leapt into your throat and your pulse point jumped at the comment.

“i did,” you replied, squinting your own eyes at him as best as you could in your position, trying to figure out what his next move was.

“why would you do that?” he questioned, hurt laced in his voice.

you contemplated for a few moments on what to say, finally deciding on the truth: “i was hurt and thought that maybe i could get over you by going out with him but i couldn’t. i just wanted someone to show me off for once, not be ashamed to be seen with me.”

“sweetheart,” he sighed into your mouth, lips ghosting over your own. “i was just trying to protect you from the judgement you’d get being with me, but if you’re that insistent in being shown off, then let me show you off.”

one gentle kiss after another was placed on your face, from your temple to your nose to your cheeks to finally your lips, sealing them with yet another searing kiss. you whined into his mouth, enamored by the taste of coffee and mint on his tongue. he pinched your ass and smiled when you squealed, taking advantage of the sound to pick you up against the door, hiking your skirt up to your waist and pressing one experimental finger to your clothed slit, noticing each and every breathy moan that left your body.

“let me take these off, yeah?” he asked, not waiting for a response before he not so delicately ripped your panties off your body, assuring you he’d get you a new pair after you protested against his actions.

he walked casually over to the desk, setting you down and spreading your knees apart as he kneeled, face cooing over your cunt. you tried to squeeze your knees together in embarrassment but he only pulled them open again, tsking as he brought his thumb pad up to your clit, rubbing delicate circles around the bud as he watched your mouth open into an o.

he continued to rub in circles, changing the pace and pressure as he analyzed your every move, watching to see what made you feel the best. when he was satisfied with the pace, he brought his other hand up to delicately insert a finger into your dripping hole, curling to try to find the place that made you see stars behind your eyelids. it only took a few moments before he hit the spot, your head fallen back and toes curling in pleasure.

“look at me and nowhere else or i won’t let you cum. do you understand?” he asked, forcefully grabbing your chin.

“y-yes sir.”

he nodded, satisfied with the eye contact before resuming his movement, eyes boring into your own as he watched you struggle to breathe and watch him back, his cock straining in his pants as he watched your eyes water, tears spilling over your cheeks as he brought you so incredibly close to your orgasm.

“sir, please let me cum. p-please, i don’t think i can hold on any longer,” you finally begged, giving into what you knew he secretly wanted.

“my sweet angel wants to cum? i guess she’s been such a good girl that i’ll have to indulge her,” he cooed, picking up the pace and inserting another finger, making it just enough to have you unravel in seconds.

your head remained still, eyes locked on his own, but your body shook from the mere exhaustion you felt as you forced yourself to not throw your head back in pure ecstasy. he helped you ride your orgasm out with steady thrusts, his long, scarred fingers hitting all the right ridges.

“look at you being just a doll,” he murmured, opening your mouth to stick his dripping fingers in, pressing down harshly on your tongue, smiling when you gagged.

“i think my sweetheart deserves a bit of a reward for being such a good girl, hmm? what do you think?” he asked, removing his fingers from your mouth to allow you to speak.

“please sir, please, i need,” you stopped, hiccuping, not realising you were crying as you begged for him.

“you need what angel? c’mon, use your words.”

“i need your cock, please, i need you inside of me. i’ll be good, i’ll be so good, i promise. just please fuck me.”

before you had a chance to realize what was going on, he pulled you off the desk, flipping you around so that your ass was on full display. he gave it one appreciative slap before his belt was being unbuckled, his pants falling to the floor as he pulled out his cock, aching to be buried inside your wet cunt.

“relax for me sweetheart. i’ll take care of you.”

the tip had you instantly pressing yourself into the desk, but as he continued to push into to you, you relished in the way he stretched you out, making you feel so full and warm.

“more, m’need more, please,” you begged, squirming around as you tried to fill yourself up with as much of him as you could.

he obliged without hesitation, sheathing himself fully into you, eyes rolling back into his head as he felt you squeeze around him, pulling him impossibly closer. he placed his hands against your hips to steady himself, pinching the flesh and breathing deeply through his nostrils as he attempted to control himself but once you started begging again, hands gripping the other edge of the deck as you attempted to ground yourself, he lost all control.

“don’t say you didn’t ask for his angel.”

his hips snapped out before surging forward, thrusting hard and deep, his tip kissing your cervix and fingers bruising into your flesh. you cried out, not sure what you were feeling but incredibly happy anyways. his cock pounded in and out of your squelching cunt, your cream dripping down your thighs and his. you felt every little vein, the curve of his shaft, how he fit into you so perfectly, how he was made for you. your vision went white and you held onto the desk for dear life as your legs gave out from under you, your cunt clenching aggressively around his cock as you came.

“i’ve got you, just relax.”

your body went limp as he leaned over you, propping you up against the desk as he continued to thrust into you, moving smoothly as your liquids pooled around his pelvis. your hands kept gripping the desk for dear life as you tried to catch your breath but with every snap of his hips, every nip to your shoulder, every searing hickey left on your neck, had your head reeling and the coil in your stomach building once again.

“‘Zuku, i don’t know how much longer i can hold out. m’gonna cum again,” you whined, breathing heavily as you tried to prolong it for as long as possible.

“c’mon sweetheart, you can do it one more time, just cum for me, it’s okay. i’ve got you.”

it only took three forceful swirls of his fingers on your aching clit to have you squirting all over his cock, your cum gushing everywhere as you arched your back and dug your nails into the glass of the desk. as you squeezed around him, you felt Midoriya cum, burying himself deep inside your pussy, head coming down to rest on your shoulders.

without saying anything, he pulled out gently, wincing as he saw the disheveled state you were in. he helped you sit back on the desk, pulling out some napkins to clean you and then himself up, offering you some water and helping to pour it in your mouth, wiping away your mascara stained cheeks.

“are you okay?” he asked once you had settled down a bit, pulling down your skirt and shakily standing on two legs.

“what are we Midoriya?” you replied, not wanting to let the post sex haze ruin what you had orignially come for.

he sighed, walking over to you and holding your hands in his own, bringing them up to kiss them before responding, “i wanted to protect you but i see how selfish that is now considering the fact that you didn’t care. i’m sorry i didn’t listen but i won’t hide from you anymore and i won’t hide you from the public, no matter what.”

you nodded at his response, eager to be with him again and not be held in the shadows.

“but in order to do that, i have got to put a few mutual friends in place.”

quizzically, you watched as he sat down in his computer, motioning for you to sit in his lap. he tapped away at a few folders, watching in confusion and then embarrassment as he pulled up a video, one of the encounter you just had.

“i’m sending this to Bakugou and Todoroki. they always talk about how they could fuck you better, how they could make you scream louder, make you listen, make you theirs. this will prove otherwise. you want me to show you off, have you be mine unconditionally? well you’ve got it babe, loud and clear. you’re mind, understood? and nobody will get in the way of that, not even them.”

#izuku midoriya #midoriya x reader #boku no hero academia #my hero academia #bnharem collab #bnha #mha #bnha x reader #mha x reader #boku no hero academia x reader #my hero academia x reader

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beskarhearts · 3 years

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re: you wanting one shot/blurb ideas: *chanting softly* domestic din, domestic din, domestic-

HOME (DIN DJARIN X READER)

Pairing: Din Djarin x AFAB!reader

Word count: over 1.9K

Warnings: very brief allusion to sexy time (I think that is it but let me know)

Summary: Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

Notes: Just so you know, I completely ignored events of season 2 because I just wanted these 2 to be happy and we all deserve domestic Din. I hope you enjoyed it and let me know what you think!!

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Home had seemed like such a foreign concept to both you and Din for so long. You were aware of its existence but it may as well had been the Force with how confusing of a thought it was to you two. The galaxy was a hard and tough place, one that seemed like you had to fight to get through each day. Din certainly had been handed the short end of the stick as well, having gone through more struggles and travesties than you could count on one hand. In a world that was so brutal and could sometimes be so cruel, how the hell were you to find a home in the midst of it?

But then for some reason, the universe aligned and you had met Din on a fateful day that changed the rest of the course of your life. It took awhile because of the walls you both had up and the lack of trust you had in humanity, but eventually you came to realize something. Sometimes home was a person, not just a place.

So for years you were content with Din, even if that meant living in the Crest with Grogu and traveling from place to place. You had him by your side and that was enough for you - enough for the rest of your life. You wouldn’t mind hopping from planet to planet as long as at the end of the day you could slip into a cot with Din, no matter how tiny or uncomfortable it may had been. And Din the same. Sure the Crest had been a sort of home to him considering how long he had it but it had never felt quite as bright until you were in it. Never had Din felt so settled and content until he felt the warm brush of your fingers against his hair and felt the wave you seemed to mold into his touch, like you were becoming one person. That was also when Din realized home could be a person.

That still didn’t stop you two from hoping though. You couldn’t bare to say it during the day but at night, when you two whispered sweet nothings to each other, you would also make grand plans of a home. Talk about how one day you two would settle down on a sparsely populated planet somewhere with Grogu. Find a small little house and take care of each other for the rest of your days until you were old. Maybe have a couple kids to fill the empty rooms with noise and happiness. You would talk of having a kitchen where you could make meals and teach Din how to cook, both of you eating something other than ration packs or broth on a daily basis. Find a place with some land so Din could step outside without his helmet with no fear and breath in some fresh air, while the child you had both come to love roamed around the tall grass. Din would speak of a bed - a proper bed - where you both could spread out as wide as you wanted (even though you both knew each night would end with you in each other’s arms, trying to get as close as heavenly possible). A place that could properly be decorated for holidays and special occasions, maybe even a big tree for a Life Day.

But all of those had seemed like simple dreams best to be spoken of in the warm confines of each other’s arms. Because things like that didn’t happen for people like you two.

Until they somehow did. Until somehow everything fell in line and you realized it was no longer a dream, but close enough to touch and grasp if you really wanted it. And hell, you both wanted it so badly. So when Din landed the Crest on a planet with warm air and fresh grass and flowers, he knew you would love it. It was meant to just be another pit stop until Din found an abandoned little house in the middle of this field and suddenly he realized everything he wanted was right in front of him. He could let you and the child settle down. You and him could relax and finally make the family you had discussed. It was sitting there right in front of him, like all the beautiful magical intricacies of the galaxy came together to form this perfect little sanctuary for you both.

Din had been so excited to show you that he quite literally ran to you, dragging you and the child with him in the most chipper mood you had ever seen the man. You had playfully teased him for his childlike behavior until your eyes landed on the small house and your heart melted. The look you have Din was not one you needed to explain because he had the same exact one. No words were spoken, no confirmation of what he wanted that place to be for you. You both knew and all you had to do was grab Din’s hand and walk him into the home for him to instantly decide to retire from his life and spend the rest of his days with you on a planet whose name he could barely remember.

The place had not been in the greatest shape. It was old and had clearly been abandoned for long enough that the place fell into a little disarray. But you and Din had certainly faced much worse so you didn’t allow it to scare you away. Instead Din worked on building furniture and fixing holes in the wall, a big smile on his face the whole time because he was constantly being hit with the realization of ‘this is what normal people do’. You had painted the walls with flowers like you could see outside the windows, filling it with more color than Din had ever seen in his life. And once the home was finally finished, equip with a functioning kitchen and the largest bed you had laid your eyes on, you and Din got married.

You could of traveled into the closest town and maybe found someone to officiate it for you, but that felt so conventional and unnecessary. You didn’t need another person to declare your love for each other and make it official. You had only ever needed each other so you both had as traditional of a Mandalorian wedding as you could, a bit difficult due to it being only you two and the very dapper flower boy that had been Grogu (who had managed to eat all the flowers and not throw a single one). Din wore his armor and you wore a small white dress you had made from a set of curtains but you both swore it was the most beautiful the other one had ever looked.

Shortly after you had gotten married, Din had begun to not-so-subtly, in fact very obviously, started dropping hints about kids. There would be times you were sitting on the couch and Din would look around before saying something like, "This house is a little big for just the three of us, don't you think?" Just the other day, Din had gone into the closest town for some supplies and came back not only with food and stuff you needed, but with a plethora of baby clothes that he all claimed were for Grogu (even though they were all obviously way too small for him).

You knew what Din was doing because it was the clearest thing in the world and you were on board. But watching Din drop the most obvious hints and slowly become more flustered the longer you pretended to be oblivious was hilarious to you. But eventually a dam broke and Din just grabbed you and marched towards the bedroom, very loudly stating that it was time to make some babies ASAP to which you responded with a fit of giggles.

And that led you to where you were now. Stood in the middle of your kitchen in your home, looking out the window where you admired the way the sun illuminated the flowers and trees. A warm cup of caf was clutched between your hands, the wonderful scent filling your nostrils as you held it close to your mouth. The home was silent, the child still asleep in his room and you had left Din to sleep in the bed while you snuck out.

The moment you felt a strong pair of arms wrap around your waist and pull you into a broad expanse of warmth, you let out a small content hum. Din's head nuzzled into your neck, his ruffled hair tickling your chin. "Mornin', cyar'ika." Din grumbled, his voice still laced with a type of sleep-drunk tone you adored. His voice in the morning was always your favorite - it seemed to amplify the gruffness and deepness his voice he usually had.

"Morning." you whispered back, feeling your heart flutter when a light kiss was pressed into your neck before he pulled away, grabbing a mug a caf for himself.

You admired his figure, eyes raking up and down in pure adoration. His hair was ruffled and messy from sleep, going in every which way. His eyes were still a little droopy and his whole body still sagged a little. He was wearing a shirt you had given him months ago, one that you were certain he found ridiculously ugly yet he claimed was his favorite because you chose it for him specifically. "Why are you up so early?"

"Wanted to watch the sunrise." you responded, your smile growing as he padded back over to you and planted a kiss on your forehead.

"You look beautiful."

You snorted, giving him a small lopsided smile. "I haven't even brushed my hair yet or washed my face. I am still crusty."

Din smiled, looking down at you with the warm brown eyes you had learned to love. "Well your crust is very sexy."

You threw your head back in laughter that time, shaking your head as he joined in with a slight chuckle. "Din, you are a horrible liar."

"I'm not lying. I love the morning crust. It's cute." he responded back, no hint of sarcasm in his voice but a slight twinkle in his eye.

"Shut up." you huffed, rolling your eyes playfully.

"Y'know, it is actually so sexy that we should probably-"

Din was cut off when the sound of cries began to fill the house, the noise coming straight from Grogu's room. You chuckled when an exasperated expression grew on his face and he placed his cup in your hand. "What were you saying, handsome?"

Din rolled his eyes as your sarcastic remark but you could still see the small quirk on the corner of his lip. "I'll go get him."

"You sure?" you asked.

"Yeah." Din mumbled, heading towards the door to Grogu's room slowly. He turned back to you once last time before opening the door. "Cyar'ika?"

"Yes?"

"I love you."

You softly smiled. "I love you too."

Din smiled before opening the door to Grogu's room, slipping inside. Within a couple minutes, the crying died down and was replaced with soft cooing that filled your heart with warmth, accompanied by the sound of Din's soft voice as he spoke to the child. You placed the cups of caf on the counter and then made your way towards the room, thinking how this is exactly what home was supposed to feel like.

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toorusproblems · 3 years

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even your blood is beautiful

pairing: villain!deku x reader

wc: 1.5k

cw: nsfw, yandere, kidnapping, mutilation, knife play, blood, mentally ill reader, dubcon if you squint, this is pretty fucked up so i get it if its not your thing

“darling~ did you get your beauty sleep?” your body jolts awake at the sound of your captor’s voice behind you. you shiver at the feeling of his hot breath next to your ear. air hitches in your lungs.

“come on, get up,” the tips of his fingers trail down your arm down to your hand, leaving a tingling feeling in their wake, “I haven't even introduced myself yet.”

his fingers tug at yours in a way of asking you to get up. weirdly, you enjoy the feeling of the stranger’s skin against yours. after all, it’s been so long since you last felt another person’s touch. it a bit sad, honestly.

he’s gentle at first, but the tugs become harsher with his growing impatience. eventually you give in, bringing your free arm between your body and the futon beneath you to push yourself up.

“what do you want from me?” you ask, eyes boring into the plain concrete wall before you, not yet daring to turn around to look at the man who brought you here. though that doesn’t last long as he’s soon spinning your body around to face him.

your eyes widen. the man has messy, forest green hair and light freckles that dust his cheeks. his smile is sickeningly sweet, almost giving you a sense of security for a moment. a striped dress shirt rolled up to his elbows shows off his fairly muscular, yet scarred arms. you can’t even lie to yourself, he’s quite attractive. frankly, you find it sort of… flattering… that a man this attractive is focusing his attention on you.

“i wanna play with my new toy, isn’t it obvious?” he squeezes your hand, fingers still interlocked with yours, shamefully making you blush a bit.

“t-toy? what do you mean…?” you stutter, digging your nails into his palm subconsciously.

he laughs darkly “you’re my darling, y/n. haven’t you noticed?”

how does he know my name? you think. but he doesn’t give you a chance to ask before he answers that exact question.

“don’t you know,” he shifts ever so slightly closer to you, “how madly in love i am with you?”

if nothing else in this situation grabbed your attention, that certainly did. all rational thoughts depart your mind.

“you… you’re in love with me?” the words feel unnatural on your tongue.

“oh god, yes!” the boy lifts his free hand to cup your face with his calloused palm, thumb rubbing circles into your cheek, “more than anything in this shit world.”

salty tears begin to form in your eyes. it doesn’t feel like he could ever be saying this about you. you never thought you were ever capable of being loved.

how could anyone love such a failure, such a useless excuse of a member of society??

“i’ve been watching you for a long time you know,” he breaks your trance, “you amaze me, you really do. you’re so beautiful, y/n… darling. everything about you is beautiful. i just couldn’t take watching you from afar anymore!”

the boy watches your unchanging expression, mouth hanging slightly open in undoubtable shock. he’s not stupid, before he carried out his plan with you he understood you wouldn’t immediately return his feeling. he understood that you would be scared for a while before you understand he just adores you so much. which is why it confuses him beyond all reasoning when you throw shaking arms around his shoulders and start mumbling barely comprehensible words.

you’re… thanking him?

it’s so hard to comprehend that someone loves you so much that they would go to such great lengths for you of all people. risk so much for you. be so incredibly infatuated with you that they can’t help but want to watch your every move.

“but why… why do you love me? what did I ever do?” you sob into his silk shirt.

“darling, if i began to explain all of my feeling for you i would never be able to stop talking.” he relishes in the warmth of your body. the warmth he’s been craving for months on end.

god, he couldn’t count how many nights he’s fallen asleep to the thought of holding you just like this.

you pull away to look into your captors eyes and muster up as much confidence as you can to say the words you’ve been waiting to say to someone your entire life.

“c-can i kiss you?”

you only just finish getting the last syllable of the phrase out of your mouth before the boy shoves your lips together.

you feel your heart skip a beat as you savour the soft heat of his lips. pure forms of adrenaline you’ve never felt before outside of your vivid dreams escapes you in the form of tears which are now flowing down your face. you’ve been waiting for this forever. it’s happening.

which is why you don’t say a word when the boy pushes you back onto the futon and immediately goes to work on unzipping your jeans and underwear and pulling them down off of you. he brings his face so close that his nose touches yours and moves his hand down to spread your legs.

“call me deku, darling.” he presses another kiss to your lips before trailing his lips downwards to between your thighs.

you didn’t think deku’s lips could get any more pleasurable than what he had already given you with his air-stealing kiss, but you soon doubt that theory when he settles them gently against your pussy. he doesn’t move them at first, just bathing in feeling your most sensitive area while taking in your scent. a scent that he’s only ever been able to indulge in before on the dirty panties he had managed to steal from your room while you were away.

he gives some experimental licks, feeling proud when you shiver under his touch.

you can’t believe this is happening. no, not in a bad way. you just can’t fathom that anyone would want to give you this much attention. god, this has to be one of your most elated moments, and it just gets better when deku slips two fingers into you.

the stretch is nothing like when you’re alone masterbating, sobbing that you will never have someone else while your middle and ring fingers are shoved as deep in you as you can get them. His fingers are so much longer and reach new places you didn’t even know existed with every time he pulls them out and pushes them back in.

“you’re a virgin, I know you are,” he brings his lips off of your clit to flash a crazed grin at you, his eyes blown with lust, “it’s okay, i know how to make sure you feel as little pain as possible.”

you’re drawn out of your haze when you hear a soft unsheathing noise.

the cold metal against your thigh should scare you, but it doesn’t. you trust him. after all, he’s already done so much for you.

“i’ll just make sure you’re slick enough for me.”

deku uses the knife to tear open his own pants and boxers without flinching. in one swift motion he brings the sharp object to your inner thigh and presses it into you, slicing a cut into your supple skin. a smirk forms at the corners of his mouth as he watches dark red liquid gather into drops on top of the wound he created. it hurts, but you don’t make a noise. you trust him.

using his finger, he scoops up the blood flowing out of your thigh and admires it for a quick moment; glistening and threatening to drip. he spreads your blood over the tip of his thick cock--already hard--and chuckles to himself darkly before going back to your thigh for more of your crimson fluid.

deku brings his hand to cover the rest of his cock in your blood. he motions for your attention, though you already have all of your attention and more locked on him.

“even your blood is beautiful, darling! don’t you think so?”

truthfully, no, you don’t think any part of you is pretty. but you want to please him, tell him what he wants to hear, so you nod feverishly.

he kisses you once more before lining himself up with your cunt. your thigh is still bleeding and dripping down to soak your shirt, but you couldn’t care less about that.

deku starts to push in. it hurts even with how wet you are and the blood, but it’s okay. your eyes roll back and happy tears flow out of them. you’re in ecstasy.

he finally bottoms out and rests on top of you when you think to yourself how wonderful your new life is going to be.

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reidecorating · 3 years

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Not Just Today, but Forever

A/N: This absolutely was not requested, I was just watching 14 x 06 and the only thing my eyes could focus on was Matthew Gubler looking like he forgot he was needed for filming that day and shaved that morning with a ridged cucumber, in the dark (spoiler: patchy ass beard) but I guess we can thank him in a way because this came out of it <3

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Female Reader

Word Count: 1.6k-ish words of pure fluff

Summary: Stalling on going to work because prioritising your pretty boyfriend and sleeping in is far more inviting - along with shaving his face for him.

Warnings: None, just some steamy smooches

It was the far from languid tone of his alarm that hooked through his ears and, from a blanket navy darkness, reeled Spencer Reid into the waking realm as if he were a flounder found floating too close to a fisherman’s pier in a high morning tide. He hastily reached a stiff hand to meet his eyes, joints inharmoniously clicking, forcing them open - only after he had rubbed them hard enough to see invisible neon swirls painting his eyelids. He let out a yawn and reached for the buzzing clock. It was an old thing he’d found while antiquing once, having picked it up thinking its faded sage green would bring life to the mahogany catacomb of his room. He never thought the body occupying the right side of his bed, no doubt buried in a larger portion of sheets than he currently was, would do exactly that, instead. Slowly turning onto an aching shoulder, he faced the woman sprawled out beside him, clearly unbothered by the racket of alarm bells. He admired her for a moment, watching her chest rise and fall, the shadow of her smile chasing away the dark of night. Spencer’s heart grew fonder than he thought was possible at the way she stirred, leaning in his direction, yearning to be closer to him even when they were separated by sleep. Fingers parting the tangle of hair splayed across silk pillowcases - some of which he was sure had reached his mouth - he tucked it behind her ears, noticing the slight twitching of her nose subside as the tickling strands were now out of the way. Finally, Spencer planted a kiss on the apple of her cheek, fondly letting his lips linger just long enough so as to not wake her too soon.

Routine was something Spencer never kept to. The unpredictability of his life, which primarily haunted him from the second he strapped a gun to his hip and walked out the door, never left much space for it; the badge only showed that he was a protector - not protected. So, the hum of an electric toothbrush, and the grumble of a coffee machine sandwiching his simple morning cycle had become a convention he’d come to adore. Tiptoeing to shut the bathroom door, now half dressed in an incorrectly buttoned dress shirt, some boxers and one green sock, Spencer smiled to himself at the way her forehead was the only thing he could now make out beneath the sheets. Lifting the blanket, he lay back down beside her, feeling indifferent towards the creases he was aware were forming on the ironed fabric on his shoulders. He nudged her jaw with his nose. “Good morning, Sleeping Beauty, it’s time to get up,” Spencer giggled as she let out a groan in annoyance at his attempt to get her out of bed. “Aurora was awoken with a kiss, you need to step up your game, doctor,” she opened one eye briefly to squint at him, shutting it again and pointing her nose along with comically puckered lips in the air. “Aurora was also asleep for a hundred years, and last time I checked, you were not,” he reasoned, deliberately avoiding her request. “She was lucky, ‘m so tired,” she nuzzled her head into his chest, sighing softly as she basked in the warmth he provided, ignoring the strength of his newly applied cologne. Spencer’s hands were nearly gravitating towards his phone, fully prepared to dial in sick, and convince her to do the same. “I let you snooze for a few extra minutes,” he spoke lowly, almost believing if he spoke too loud the rest of the world would wake up, interrupting what momentarily belonged to the two of them. “You were smiling in your sleep, I didn’t want to wake you,”

“Mhm, but y’should’ve,” the upturned heel of her hand stretched away from her and into the air, words jumbling together as they left her mouth, “you’re much better than’ny dream I’ve ever had,” she reached out to tousle his hair. “Oh! I’m so sorry, you’ve already done your hair,” her eyes widened before she grimaced and attempted to pat it all back down. Spencer couldn’t help himself, his smile reaching hers before their lips melded together. The hand that his head wasn’t propped on, dug through the heavy duvet to find the bone of her hip, tracing it lightly as his lips trailed along the column of her throat, careful not to leave marks.

Knowing they both had places to be, she stopped him before they travelled past a point of no return. “You hate morning breath?”

“My love for you outweighs it,” his lips hovered over hers, fluttering against them as he spoke. “Mm, poetic,” she finally caught them between hers again, the soft heat of his mouth on hers waking her up more efficiently than a shower. “Did you know that if you snore or breathe through your mouth at night, you’re more likely-“

“To have bad breath in the morning than those who don’t? Yes, Spencer, you’ve told me this before… Once or twice.” He kissed her again. “But did you know that one in two people sleep with their mouth open? All I’m saying is that I do not, so I’ll leave the rest of the deductions up to you, my genius boy.” He let out a huff of laughter, tongue pushing at the inside of his cheek as he shook his head. He hoped his eyes could say the things he couldn’t quite communicate out loud. Brown, she observed. The green in them would be brought back when the sun fully rose, only for its brightness to be put to shame by his smile. Her fingernails delicately raked along his jaw, eventually gathering at his chin, cautiously tilting his confused head from side to side. “What’re you up to?” He asked, face scrunching up in curiosity. Examining it as well as she could in the early light, she trailed her thumb away from the corner of his mouth, unshaven stubble its compass. “You missed a spot,” she noted, unabashedly examining his celestial features. Spencer raised a brow, “I may have been distracted by the beautiful girl in my bed,”

“You may be smooth, lover boy, but this beard of yours certainly isn’t,” she teased, blushing slightly. He brought up his own hand to feel at the light bristles. Defeated, he stood up in the direction of the bathroom.

Repining for the warmth of his body, having used up all her wild cards in coaxing him back into bed, she followed him to the sink. “Let me get it, please?” She politely asked as he rummaged through the cabinet for some shaving cream. Understanding how he felt about people prodding at him, like vultures to a carcass, she knew she was treading ice of a frozen Spring lake. “Considering I would’ve gone to work looking like this if it weren’t for you,” he motioned to his face with a razor, “Okay,” he nodded. She perched herself on the counter, gasping at the cool marble hitting her exposed thighs. Spencer gave her a look, cheeks red. “I can see the gears turning in your head,” she bit back a grin, pointing a finger at him. “I’m just making sure I can reach your pretty face,”

“I see,” he raised his eyebrows, the supple skin of his hands reaching to spread her knees in order for him to take his place between them. “I just don’t want you to be late to work,” he mumbled, handing you a silver razor. “Don’t worry, I’m always early. It’ll be good to let everyone think I have a life, for once,”

“I know what you mean, there was once a rumour that I actually slept beneath the BAU round table.” She laughed at that, and it was the sweetest sound to ever reach Spencer’s ears. She swirled the foam between her hands and lathered it onto his face with a feather touch, smitten with a smile at the way he crinkled his nose when his eyes flew shut. “That feels nice,” he hummed, forgetting that the cream tastes unpleasant. “Shh, shaving foam isn’t a good substitute for breakfast,” she hushed. Spencer’s hands played with the hem of her rumpled shirt, before sliding along her torso, while she tentatively worked her way through the small patches of stubble, paying close attention to the underside of his chin. Distractedly, her fingers ran along the scar tissue splayed on his neck. She kissed his temple before her mind travelled to a shadowy place. Every wrong turn had somehow led him right to her, and she needed to remind herself of that. Soon enough, she dabbed a warm cloth across his face, fawning over his beauty under the ruse of admiring her handiwork. Unable to practise self control, she littered small kisses across his cheeks before, once again, painting stamps of love over his smooth jaw, and tugging at his lips with her own, leaving them swollen when he pulled away. “Thank you,” he whispered as his forehead rested against hers, her eyes illuminated in the bathroom light. “I never tell you this enough, but I love you,”

“You’re very welcome, Spencer, and you remind me everyday, even without saying it,” Spencer gently nodded against her, his head having moved to rest against her chest. “I love you to Pluto, Spencer,” she toyed with his scalp, feeling his smile, “but you have to be in by eight, so you need to run,” she informed. He nipped at her clavicle, completely enamoured by the angel sitting on his sink, ignoring time. “I’ll be here when you get back, mister,” she gently squeezed his shoulders. Spencer gazed up at her, a silent ‘Do you promise?’ to which her eyes told him, ‘Not just today, but forever’.

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bevioletskies · 3 years

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dream a little dream of me

summary: Ryunosuke had never been one for gloomy, rainy weather, had always preferred the comforting warmth of a clear, sunny day. When a particularly heavy rainstorm keeps him and Kazuma in bed for hours on end, he finds himself slowly starting to think otherwise.

word count: 2.4k | read on ao3

a/n: For @asoryuu-week, day four of seven (prompt: "domestic"). This fic takes place post-Resolve; mild spoiler warning for Adventures and Resolve, where events may be alluded to but not described in detail. All names and honorifics are taken from the official localization, with the exception of Sherlock and Iris.

Fic title is from the song Dream A Little Dream Of Me by The Mamas & The Papas.

“Remind me, Ryunosuke, what is it they say about a heavy head? Because yours is certainly making it harder for me to breathe.”

Ryunosuke sighed, lifting his supposedly heavy head from his partner’s chest to level him with a sleepy glare. “Good morning to you, too. Must you demean me before we’ve even gotten out of bed?”

Kazuma’s warm, slightly raspy laughter soothed Ryunosuke somewhat, though he still couldn’t help but feel slightly irritated. “Well, it’s hardly my fault you’re so fun to tease. No one else reacts quite like you do.” Then, Kazuma cupped Ryunosuke’s jaw in one hand, running his thumb across Ryunosuke’s mouth. “And I mean that in all manner of things, if you get my meaning.”

“You’re terrible,” Ryunosuke informed him, though he allowed Kazuma to kiss him anyway, grunting slightly when Kazuma rolled over to straddle him, sinking his entire body into Ryunosuke’s, fingers digging into his sides. “Mm...Kazuma, th-they’re waiting for us downstairs - ”

“Let them wait,” Kazuma murmured, playfully nibbling Ryunosuke’s bottom lip. One of his hands had now moved to Ryunosuke’s thigh, caressing him teasingly. “It’s been too long since we’ve had some time to ourselves.”

“You were only here two nights ago,” Ryunosuke said breathlessly; Kazuma’s mouth had quickly made its way from his neck to his collarbone, leaving a heated trail of kisses down the length of his throat. “Remember? That’s when I finally agreed to - ”

“Ry-u! Kazz-y! Won’t you be joining us for breakfast?”

“Damn,” Kazuma muttered, reluctantly climbing off so he could smooth out the front of his jinbei. Despite Ryunosuke’s continued annoyance at Kazuma’s insatiable nature, if he wanted to put it kindly, he also couldn’t help but admire how flushed Kazuma’s ears, neck, and chest had become in the last few minutes alone. “We’ll be right there, Iris, sorry for keeping you!”

“That’s okay!” Iris called back, her footsteps already beginning to fade away. “Just as long as you’re both properly dressed, alright?”

Ryunosuke groaned, dropping his head into his hands. “This is all your fault, you know that?” Kazuma merely scoffed, rifling through his bag so he could find the fresh set of clothes he’d packed for his overnight stay. “Though I suppose nothing will ever be as bad as the time you pulled me aside in the middle of an investigation and - ”

“I thought we both found that to be a thrilling and memorable experience, but fine,” Kazuma said with a dramatic sigh. “I’ll see to it that we won't try anything that adventurous ever again.”

“We almost got caught!” Ryunosuke exclaimed, agitatedly flapping his shirt in Kazuma’s face. “Don’t you realize how much trouble we would’ve been in?”

Kazuma stared at Ryunosuke in complete and utter disbelief. “...Ryunosuke, you’ve committed treason. You’ve implicated so many government officials, exposed so many government secrets - ”

“...all the more reason not to take a chance?” Ryunosuke offered sheepishly. “Anyway, let’s get dressed before they come looking for us again. I swear I can hear Susato-san’s footsteps coming up the stairs.”

A little over an hour later, Ryunosuke, Kazuma, and Susato returned to the attic, pleasantly sleepy from the generous meal that Iris had prepared for everyone. The rain was still thumping against the windowpane, an erratic tap-tap-tap that filled the entire room, rendering the three of them barely able to hear themselves or each other.

“I know you were planning on returning to your own flat, Kazuma-sama, but I would advise against it in a storm like this,” Susato mused, momentarily brushing the curtains aside so she could look out over the soggy, sorry state of London’s streets. “And I’m sure Naruhodo-san wouldn’t complain if you stayed.”

“I’m sure as well, though Ryunosuke is clearly in no position to answer either way,” Kazuma said dryly, gesturing in Ryunosuke’s direction, where he was currently curled up on the floor by Susato’s tea set, half-asleep and hugging his daruma to his chest. Susato watched, giggling, as Kazuma walked over to gently prod Ryunosuke in the shoulder with his foot. “Come now, Ryu, don’t make me carry you back to bed.”

“We both know you’d like that,” Ryunosuke mumbled. Susato only just managed to refrain from rolling her eyes at them - she’d been privy to far too many of their supposedly private conversations for her liking - instead electing to pat Kazuma on the arm.

“I think this is the perfect weather for a nap, personally,” she said, looking at him meaningfully. “If you plan on returning to bed as well, I can let Iris and Mr Holmes know not to disturb any of us until dinner.”

“That would be great, Susato-san, thank you,” Kazuma said sincerely, though he secretly suspected she just wanted to leave them be. Once she disappeared back down the stairs, he looked down at Ryunosuke with an irrevocably fond sigh. “Ryunosuke…”

“Yeah, yeah, ‘m getting up,” Ryunosuke yawned, reluctantly pulling himself to his feet. “Bed?” Grinning, Kazuma wordlessly took Ryunosuke by the hand and led him towards his bedroom - their bedroom, really, given how often he stayed over these days. Moments later, they clumsily tumbled back into bed, having changed into their sleepclothes once more.

“You’ve still got a bit of egg on your face,” Kazuma observed, wiping Ryunosuke’s cheek. “How does this keep happening to you?”

“Eat too fast,” Ryunosuke murmured, turning to kiss the palm of Kazuma’s hand. “Food...good.”

“Your grasp of both the Japanese and the English language is incredible,” Kazuma drawled, carding his fingers through Ryunosuke’s hair. He then pulled him closer, burying his face into Ryunosuke’s neck. “I thought you went back home to finish school, did you not? Surely you can do better than ‘food good’.”

“You’re so mean to me,” Ryunosuke said, sighing, letting out an exaggerated exhale directly in Kazuma’s face. Still, he turned over so he could wrap his arms around Kazuma’s waist, snuggling contentedly into his chest. “I really should just kick you out and make you go home.” Laughing, Kazuma kissed the top of his head.

“Not in this weather, you wouldn’t,” Kazuma replied. As if to illustrate his point, there was a loud, thunderous crack that practically shook the entire room. “If this storm keeps up, I might have to live here indefinitely.” Ryunosuke merely grunted in response. “Well, you don’t have to sound so pleased about it.”

“Oh - no, it’s not that,” Ryunosuke reassured him, sitting up somewhat so he could look Kazuma in the eye. Despite Kazuma’s typical brusque, yet affectionate nature, he could tell that Kazuma was slightly hurt. “I was just thinking about how much I dislike storms. Rain is fine on occasion, but...it seems as if London is in a permanent state of misery sometimes, you know? And it makes us miserable all the while.”

Kazuma’s clouded expression cleared up instantly. “It’s been ages since we’ve had sunshine,” he agreed, now dropping his head to rest on Ryunosuke’s shoulder. “It would’ve been nice to go for a walk together before I leave...whenever that is.”

“Like we used to do before class,” Ryunosuke said quietly, nodding. “You could never convince me to join you during your morning exercises, though.”

“Forget morning exercise, I had to literally drag you out of bed sometimes,” Kazuma snorted, tangling their fingers together. “I hear Susato-san hasn’t had any luck with getting you to exercise more, either.”

“I exercise enough,” Ryunosuke huffed, pinching Kazuma’s side; much to his dismay, Kazuma merely laughed in response. “I do plenty of pacing up and down during trials, you see.”

“I do see,” Kazuma teased. “I should look for permanent scuff marks behind the defense bench and the witness stand the next time we’re in court. You have a tendency to drag your feet, after all.”

Rolling his eyes, Ryunosuke made a show of yanking his hand out of Kazuma’s grasp and turning over with his back to him, pulling his side of the blankets over his head. “...I’m really starting to think you have nothing nice to say about me at all.”

Even when he wasn’t looking at him, he could tell Kazuma was smirking. “Oh, I think I praise you plenty. But in case you were wanting to hear it…” In one quick motion, Kazuma swept the bundled-up Ryunosuke into his arms, Ryunosuke’s back pressed against his chest, his breath ghosting the shell of Ryunosuke’s ear. “...I love you, Ryunosuke. And I’ll say it as many times as you’d like; all you need to do is ask.”

“Wonderful, now I just sound needy,” Ryunosuke said, sighing yet again, though he craned his neck to kiss Kazuma anyway, tossing the blanket around his shoulders so they were both enveloped in its warmth. Kazuma slowly lowered him onto his back, onto the mattress, knees braced on either side of Ryunosuke’s hips, fingers digging into Ryunosuke’s waist.

“You can insult me back, I don’t mind,” Kazuma murmured, sucking a bruising kiss along the crook of Ryunosuke’s jaw. Though they’d crawled back into bed for a nap, Ryunosuke was starting to feel more and more alert by the second. “Do your worst.”

Ryunosuke hummed, thinking. “...sometimes, you try too hard. You need to relax more, Kazuma. There have been some jurors and witnesses who’ve been intimidated by you, even though you aren’t trying to be malicious.”

“Fair enough.” Kazuma’s voice was low, raspy, sending shivers up Ryunosuke’s spine. “Anything else?”

“You have a bad habit of interrupting people,” Ryunosuke continued, prodding Kazuma in the chest with an accusatory finger. “Even Iris seemed annoyed with you last night, when she was asking us about our latest trial. I know you think you were helping, but I can speak for myself just fine. We’re not in school anymore.”

“...ah.” Kazuma looked humbled, almost remorseful. “I...I’m sorry, Ryu, I didn’t realize. I honestly thought we were just telling them about what happened together.”

“And you need to stop biting me like I’m a piece of meat - ”

“No one can see them!”

“Kazuma, you're doing it again - ”

“Doing wh - oh.” Kazuma burrowed his face into Ryunosuke’s chest, cheeks burning hot with shame. Ryunosuke couldn’t help but laugh; it wasn’t often that he got to embarrass Kazuma and render him speechless. “I...see that I’m not quite the partner I’d thought or, or hoped I was.”

“Last, but definitely not least - ” Ryunosuke abruptly took Kazuma’s face in one hand, squeezing his cheeks until his lips puckered “ - you don’t need to be quite so dramatic, either. I still love you all the same, Kazuma.” He smirked. “And I’ll say it as many times as you’d like; all you need to do is ask.”

Kazuma stared down at him with wide, imploring eyes. Then, he cocked his head to one side, his frown melting into a warm, radiant smile. “...again.”

“I love you.” Ryunosuke kissed Kazuma’s cheek, then the tip of his nose, then finally, his lips. Beaming, Kazuma kissed him back, a little sweeter this time, a little less sensual. “Especially because you’re a little needy, too.”

They fell silent for a few minutes, save for the steady sounds of the rain and thunder and wind whistling past their window, exchanging slow, languorous kisses and simply enjoying one other’s company. Though Kazuma spent more nights at Baker Street than not, in a way, it still felt as if they had months, even years, of lost time to make up for, even though they hadn’t been apart - or a part of each other’s lives, for that matter - for that long. It was times like these that Ryunosuke found himself reminiscing about their university days, the early days of their companionship, when they’d have spirited debates that ended in spirited laughter and meandering conversations about nothing in particular.

“I can hear you thinking, partner,” Kazuma murmured, brushing Ryunosuke’s hair out of his eyes. “Something wrong?”

“No, not at all,” Ryunosuke said, pulling away momentarily to yawn. “Only that we were supposed to be taking a nap, and instead, we spent the last ten minutes poking fun at each other. Though I suppose that’s just an extension of the way we speak to each other in court at times.”

“Susato-san has been scolding you about that as well, has she? Perhaps we do need to - I need to be more careful,” Kazuma corrected hastily when Ryunosuke leveled him with an impressively Kazuma-like glare. “Though we’d be in even more trouble if I were to, say, openly comment on how handsome you looked in court just last week, when your hair was a little bit longer in the back. I thought it suited you.”

“Why do we need to be in trouble at all?” Ryunosuke retorted, elbowing him a little harder than necessary. “I’d rather we do our jobs like the proper lawyers that we are - ”

“Well-behaved schoolboys, you mean,” Kazuma teased.

“ - and come home at the end of the day, where we can do as we please,” Ryunosuke finished.

Kazuma looked at him consideringly, his gaze impossibly soft. “Ryunosuke Naruhodo, are you implying you’d like me to move in someday?”

“What? I - ” Ryunosuke stared at him, momentarily stunned. Then, he relaxed, his head dropping back to his pillow, where Kazuma followed him down, their eyes still locked. “I, er...I thought that was a given. Though I worry that...that people might talk, as they’re wont to do.”

“Professor Mikotoba lived here with Mr Holmes for some time, did he not?” Kazuma pointed out. “Besides, even if people talk, why listen? All that matters is what we think of ourselves, as trite as that might sound.” He leaned in close, pressing a lingering kiss to Ryunosuke’s forehead. “So, just know that whenever you decide to ask, you already have my answer.”

“Then I think I’ll make you wait for just a little bit longer before I do...if only to get back at you for two nights ago,” Ryunosuke added with a smug smile, laughing when Kazuma glared daggers at him in response.

“And you think I’m the cruel one,” Kazuma muttered, pulling Ryunosuke into his arms once more so he could hold him rather possessively, their legs loosely intertwined beneath their mess of blankets. “You told me you enjoyed yourself.”

“I did, believe me,” Ryunosuke grinned, blushing faintly at the sudden vivid memory that had come to mind. “But just this once, I’d like to have the upper hand.” He then leaned in to kiss Kazuma’s exaggerated pout. “Anyway, we really should be getting to sleep now, or it’ll be time for dinner before we know it. I can barely keep my eyes open at this rate.”

“Agreed,” Kazuma said, yawning. He shuffled closer, dropping his forehead down to rest against Ruynosuke’s. “Good...morning, Ryunosuke.”

Ryunosuke shot him one last sleepy, fond smile before letting his eyes drift shut. “Good morning to you, too, Kazuma.”

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a/n: Welcome to my fourth entry for Asoryuu Week 2021! We've moved on from sad Kazuma hours to semi-horny Kazuma hours, I guess? Blame it on Kazuma talking about getting Ryunosuke off and holding his hand over a hot plate and finding ways to shut him up; you can't tell me he's not doing this at least a little bit on purpose. Anyway, I always love writing plotless cuddling fics where they basically talk about nothing. I could've made this way, way longer, easy, but we've still got three more days to go!

Thank you so much for reading and I hope you enjoyed! Likes and reblogs would be much appreciated, and I hope you're all safe and healthy and doing well ❤️

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aurora - n. dawn Pairing: jungkook!general x reader!princess Genre: smut, angst, fluff, historical au, established relationship au, secret love affair au Word count: 11k Warnings: mature content, dry humping, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, slight overstimulation, loss of virginity, cunnilingus, dom!jungkook, light orgasm denial, slight impregnation kink, jungkook bearing battle scars, fictional symbolism regarding tattoos, mentions of sexist norms // rating: 18+ Summary: A story that centers on a forbidden love affair amidst the centuries-long war of greed and power. Disclaimer: based on King Sejong’s time, yet is fictional and not historically accurate

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For a reason you seemingly cannot put into admission, you refuse to retreat from Jungkook’s embrace albeit knowing where all this will lead.

You were not innocent to a man’s prurient desires much less to their said aggression in satisfying their hunger. At the age of 14, you were educated— almost trained, in the absence of physical consummation, to cater to the unspoken urges of the opposite sex. Traditionally, princesses by birth are taught with this matter considered a taboo in the ears of the conservative public solely to master the act of producing heirs should a princess ever betroth to a monarch, which is unlikely to happen in your case.

You were always left wondering back then why Jungkook had not ever displayed lust towards you, or at least, hinted his need through inaudible language. In a number of times before, you initiated kisses in the hopes of instigating a reaction from him. Not even once did he show you that you were just an object of his desire. Nevertheless, he didn’t fail to wash away your doubts with sweet kisses on your lips, the tip of your nose, your forehead, or the back of your hand at any chance he would get.

Today, it proved your hunches wrong with the feel of him trembling beneath your fingers as they fisted the material of his jeoguri. You doubt it was caused by the cold breeze of the fleeting autumn season.

Jungkook was indeed in agony. That it was taking all of his willpower to not snap out of his urges. Yet, here you are, pliant to his kisses, lost to his smouldering touches as his hands freely roam the expanse of your untouched body, driving you deliriously into something wild and impure.

However incomparable to the intensity of his voracious longing, Jungkook knows you ache as well just by the hand fisting his clothes like your life depends on it. He hoists you up flushed on his chest, coaxing your legs around his waist and pushes you back against the bamboo frame of the front door with a thud. Instinctively, your hands corded over his nape for some sort of leverage before a yelp slips past your mouth when you felt him move, hauling you with ease as he struts further inside the hanok.

Among the doors that lead to individual, unoccupied rooms, he chose to stop just across the balcony next to the smallest room in the household. While you get lost to his kisses, his memory suddenly brings him back to one of his lewd dreams, specifically, where he took you here over the cold, hard surface of the lumber floor. An unfulfilled fantasy of his which he would certainly get to mark in mental checklist someday. But right now, he needs to focus on you, to fill you up so deep you would be sated and sore enough it’d last for days or weeks, even.

You have never engaged yourself into this before. Of course, you are as pure as the white ribbon of your dress. Your first time would not be too kind for you, and he must take you in the most cautious yet desirous way possible.

With an arm over your back securing you tightly in his embrace, his free arm slid the miniscule door opened, crouching a little to fit himself into the doorframe as he pushed through the room. At least, he had enough decency to close the door behind him, saving you the potential humiliation of being caught in a man’s embrace. He braces you against the paper thin wall of the room to urge you back on your feet, placing his thigh in between your legs considerately to keep you from sliding down.

Jungkook then fumbles through the seams of your chima, seeking for something that holds it together to remove the offending outer covering off of your body. When his fingers found the inside clasp, he unlinked it with his fingers, swiftly pushing the material off from your shoulders. Drawing his mouth away to peer down at you, his riveted eyes dwell in the sight of your bare shoulders. You’re still hardly naked, yet the way he rakes his eyes on your body makes you think you’re completely exposed to him.

Nonetheless, the searing surge of heat feels suffocating and it doesn’t help that he was still fully dressed with his multi-layered military attire. With this in mind, Jungkook hurriedly unties the waistband holding his uniform altogether, shrugging off his jeonbok and dongdari of his shoulders, revealing the last piece of fabric covering his upper region. Aware of your heated gaze poring over him as he undresses, he shifted his attention back to you, taking off his undershirt while returning your feverish look.

He had longed for this moment for years. Even with the urge to cave in to his prolonged, unfulfilled need, desperate to take you right away to sate his hunger, he wouldn’t want to scare you away from the call of his carnal needs. He’d have to ready your body for him.

Meanwhile, as he silently battles against his inner adulterated impulses, you marvel at the sight of his naked torso. Hard, defined muscles adorn his stomach, barrel chested torso that it’s expanse curves along the small of his waist and his taut biceps that you never remembered this thick with muscles. With a clouded mind, you skim through the sleeve tattoos on both his arms trailing down to his knuckles with unrecognizable patterns that were never there before. Painting the skin with dark inks is considered a taboo in the kingdom of Joseon. However, military officials have the immunity of culture deviance from the public judgment should they opt to have their bodies decorated with permanent ink. In fact, tattoos symbolize heroism and bravery for their ability to survive countless battles that not everyone was fortunate to recover from.

Not only that he bears a perfectly sculpted body, the inks on his arms makes him even more gorgeous. Roughly, maddeningly gorgeous.

When your gaze shifted back to his chest along the expanse of his stomach, it was only then that you have caught sight of the healed ugly marks scattered on his torso. Your eyes glint with rueful recognition, welling up at the thought of his skin countlessly being pierced open with sharp objects enough to draw blood and elicit pain. You want to touch each of them, kiss them, as if it could take away the horrid memories that could have brandished his mind with nightmares.

Jungkook caught your chin in between his fingers, forcing you to look at him, stopping you from delving further on his scars, the testaments of his horrifying life in the north. He couldn’t afford to give you a glimpse of it. Lowering his head, he captures your lips once more as if the sight of his healed wounds would vanish in your memory with the tingling caresses of his lips on yours. When he finishes the kiss short, his other hand scurries through the strings of your dress, and in one swift pull, it parts from the back, and falls languidly to your feet.

Barely dressed as his prurient eyes sweep onto the length of your body, an appreciative hum echoes inside the room, admiring the curves of your body which he could freely outline through the flimsy, white material of your undergarment dress hugging your body. The swell of your breasts waiting to be devoured by his tongue and mouth.

Even with the cold breeze of the night, you could feel your body aflame by his mere heated gaze.

The last bit of hesitation in your head as his mouth pulled you further into the pit of your desire slowly dissipates, your qualms temporarily dissolving through the heat of his embrace. And when he spins you around to coax you down against the floor, your rational mind wrestled to be heard contentiously, yet you failed to discern why you just couldn’t push him away. Jungkook didn’t even need to exert much force because your body pliantly leans to his touches, urging him to explore the caverns of your mouth as your throat continues to spur sweet, soft mewls.

When your back meets the hard surface of the floor, Jungkook swiftly pulls your legs apart, settling himself in between your thighs where he momentarily surrenders the weight of his lower body.

You stiffened, sucking in a deep breath, immediately feeling something poking hard on your abdomen despite the barriers in between. The ache in your center augmenting as he starts grinding himself on you without a warning. Fingers finding themselves thread in between his knotted locks as you stifle another moan, back arching at the foreign yet sweet surges spiraling all at once in your lower region. Jungkook took free reign of the skin in display beneath him, dipping his head to smother fiery, tingly kisses on the column of your throat.

Your breath falters as his chin comes in contact with your skin there, his stubble digging in your delicate skin, the faint burn only adding up to the aphrodisiac sensation down there.

“J-Jungkook,” You stutter, tossing your head in delight. Jungkook hums earnestly, satisfied by the reaction he was getting from you through his simple yet gratifying ministrations. He couldn’t wait to see you writhe beneath him when he finally takes you completely, have his humongous cock deep sheathed inside you. You would barely take him full, certain that he’ll tear you apart for his size. It’s why he has to make you soak enough of your essence for his smooth entrance.

From the mere sight of your heaving, restlessly tossing your head as he continues to grind his clothed bulge against your center, he senses your forthcoming orgasm. Smirking, while the steady rolls of his hips against your pelvis drive you wild further.

“Jungkook!” You cry out, as your body impulsively tenses.

“Sweet angel,” He murmurs so softly next to your ear, tracing his nose on your skin just below your ear. “That’s it, come for me my princess. Give it to me.” He demanded, guiding you through the phase of your first bliss.

And just by the low register of his voice, something clicks within you like a ticking bomb. Your body jerks forward, feeling your muscles down there pulsate violently.

“Ahhh!” A long drawl of moan tore out from you, surprised by what had just occurred. Jungkook captured your mouth once again. The sweet rapture brimming tears in your eyes as you get lost into the wild shot of your ecstasy, so heavenly, so addicting that you want more of it. Yet failing to deduce why it was all too suddenly sucking your energy empty.

Not long after, the tensed muscles on your shoulders down to your back gradually loosen. Body retreating against the floor, certain that your back will be just as sore as your center by the time all of this has concluded. Still dazed in the bliss of your first orgasm, your eyelids falling close from exhaustion. Jungkook could hear your heavy pants, eagerly sucking air to compensate on the loss of oxygen your lungs had been deprived of.

“Are you alright?” You heard Jungkook asked.

Ever so lightly, you nod your head. Jungkook nudges your head to the side, burying his face where your shoulder and neck meet. The proximity allowed your ears to catch his ragged breathing, his pants in sync with your heavy breathing. But he seems to be...

“Jungkook…”

He didn’t make a move, yet made a hoarse sound, letting you know he heard you.

“Are you—oh!” You gasp, finally recognizing his crotch poking at your abdomen.

He is indeed in pain because he has yet to finish, still enduring the ache of his arousal, unlike you.

“You didn’t…” You trailed breathlessly, ashamed to even utter the word that proceeds to what you were about to say.

He sighs, fully understanding what you meant. “I will, I’m only giving you some time to rest.” He says it like it was a promise. Your cheeks flared, not believing how he could address the matter as simply as if he was talking about a common subject.

“You’re n-not… you’re in pain, are you not?”

“Uh-huh.” He mumbles against your skin, sending tingles in your core as faint vibration resonates in your veins. You didn’t know if it was meant to give you affirmation that he is in pain, or that it is of plain nonchalance to entertain your curious mind.

Your palm fondles on the defined muscles of his arm, giving it a light squeeze as if it could take away the tormenting ache in his lower region straight to his groin.

“You should…” You drawl, almost hearing the reels in your head clashing as your brain struggle to function post-orgasm.

“I should what?” He repeats, urging you to go on.

“Do something.” You whisper.

He shifts his head so it now hovers above your eye level. He pored over the look on your face, citing every inch and part of your beauty that would give him some sort of hint of your hesitation or even fear.

“Are you certain? You have yet to recover from your orgasm, Jagi.”

He watches below him as lines between your eyebrows appear. “W-What?” You asked in return, confused.

To prove his point, he shifted, rubbing his bulge without a warning against your center. The abrupt yet subtle move making you squirm beneath him. He caught your lips, swallowing whole the soft cry that was instigated by your shock from the intense stimulus against your sensitive center.

When he retreats back, he brushes a stubborn hair out of your forehead that had escaped from your braid. “Let your body take some time off.” He prompts. Little do you know, it was taking all of him to not give in to your request. Not only that it was too soon for you, innocence still drips from within you, failing to deduce what all this would entail. Perhaps, you have but refuses to understand the consequences should everything blow up in the palace.

“What about you?” You ask naively, which earn a smirk from him.

He nuzzles your cheek with his nose. “I’d be sure to ravish you, angel. I’m giving you as much as time would permit you to rest for I can’t promise I’d be gentle when I finally take you. I can only endure so much of this waiting until you’ve calmed down.”

Jungkook’s arms are going numb as moments flew by while he keeps himself nestled perfectly above you, admiring the bewitching sight below his eyes that used to only graze him in his dreams. You were beautiful back then, your physical features would undoubtedly pass a look in the imagination of every commoner as a princess, certainly much more endearing than any nation’s queen could ever have.

He could never forget the first time he laid eyes on you, to say he was enthralled and bound speechless on his feet planted on the ground when he saw you gracefully passed by one of the many halls in the main palace, was an understatement. Fortunately, you have not spared a glance towards his direction or he’d have to shove the memory deep in his memory lane not to ever recall embarrassing himself in front of you.

In his eyes, you have aged so exquisitely. While he has physically and mentally rot in the battlefield, you have blossomed delicately like the most captivating flower in a garden full of every plant species there is under the sun. Yet, here you are now, so willing to be in his arms, despite the drastic changes he had gone through, the marks that had tainted his body ugly and the new him that you have yet to witness.

He couldn’t still fathom how you appear in his vision out of nowhere on his way home while was trying to figure out how he could meet you without raising suspicions from the palace. He was aware of the punishment that you had to endure prior to his departure, even forcing your servant into admission where you would be taken. That was how he followed you, and bid you goodbye with the promise of coming back for you. His cards were already laid out, and the last thing he would want is for you to be sent away out of his hold yet again. Either way, nothing would cease him to chase you wherever you ought to be.

Jungkook couldn’t shake the thought of what had occurred earlier—the hesitation in your eyes as you seek something from him, perhaps the old him that wasn’t there anymore. He almost lost the last strings that were holding his sanity altogether when you tried to flee in his arms.

Unlike you, he could never mistaken you for someone else regardless of the countless instances of seeing your face everywhere in the north. He couldn’t recall being that heavily determined to comfort you in any way he could stop the tears, before you could make him bend on his knees. Not once had he felt that likeness of feeble strength in battles, not even when he was so close to having his last breath. But when he took in the sight of your tears, he could just hear his heart being ripped apart in his chest. Something only you had made him feel so weak, close to submission to trade for your tears.

It leaves him wondering why such beauty could face countless rejections from noblemen whose tainted souls could not even compare to that of wild animals in the woods. Despite the contriteful experience you had bravely gone through on your own, he could never admit it loudly that your misery became his hope. That none of these vile men would ever have the chance to touch you even the tip of your fingers. He’d be sure to keep it that way. Whatever it would take him to.

You didn’t realize you had fallen unconscious underneath his body while you were supposedly waiting until he deemed it the right time for you. By the time you were pulled off of your sleep, you felt something in your chest, rather— a mouth peppering open mouth kisses while his tongue glides to your skin— you’re naked? Your eyelids peeled open, and the first thing you caught sight of was your undergarment pushed opened in front, baring the twin, supple mounds for his mouth to feast on.

When he took notice of your faint squirms under his kisses, his tongue trailed lowered, deliberately catching your bud with his mouth and sensually circling over it. Your other breast being massage sensuously under the rough pads of his fingers while locking a lustful gaze on you, making sure you could see the burn dancing in his eyes.

There is something about him and his marauding boldness that you have not witnessed before nor even bothered to acknowledge. Has it been there all along before? You’ve known him as a gentle, modest gentleman who had chosen the same path of life as his father’s when he could’ve been an artist like what he had dreamed of in his childhood. His kind soul, free-spirited nature had drawn you to him then, aside from his dazzling beauty that no one could hold a candle to, at least, that’s what you think.

With the last bit of the strength you harbor, whines freely pour out of your mouth as tingles radiate through your veins from his mouth’s ardent sucks around your bud, certain now that your senses have shrunk to focus on one thing.

The material of your skirt bunches up on your stomach as he urgently pushed the ends, revealing your luscious pair of legs and the thin material of your undergarment covering the gem he itches to taste with his mouth and tongue. His fingers found the strings, lazily pulling the knot and peeling the layer off of your center.

When his mouth left your breast, you wail from the absence of his touch. Jungkook parted your thighs further with his hooded eyes zeroing in over the undiscovered treasure, his mouth waters at the soaking mess of your center, taking notice of a glistening trail of a leaked translucent essence from your pussy to your ass down to the sticky patch on the material of your skirt underneath.

You attempted to resist his hand holding the side of your knee, as he maintained the position. He didn’t even budge, too engrossed with the exquisite view in between your legs.

“Jungkook…”

Your whine briskly pulls his attention back to you. Your cheeks heating up, clearly embarrassed by his lewd stare.

His mouth twitches, amused under his hooded gaze. He proceeds to dip his head, creating a slick path with his tormenting kisses from the inside of your thigh going toward your slit. A frustrated sigh slipping past your mouth, entangled fingers in his hair coaxing his head to where you ache for him to touch the most.

To your delight, he lowered his head further, granting your silent wish. Your back arches as his hot tongue grazes your center with one sensual lick from your hole to your clit, crying out in joy as his mouth proceeds to enclose around your pearl all the while feeling the sharpness of his facial hair against your core.

“Oh gods!” You moan, helplessly writhing as sparks shoot through your veins to straight your core.

“Such a sweet angel,” He purrs against your apex. Each stroke of his tongue on your clit, only pulling you deeper into puddle of your desire. He couldn’t help but to groan against your wet center at the way you smell so exquisitely. His tongue bursting in joy in your addictingly sweet taste.

Wanting to wring more sounds from you, Jungkook experimentally sinks a digit in your soaked hole. His mouth parts at your undiscovered tightness, wondering how he’d fit himself around you.

Cries of delight recklessly stumble out of your mouth, hips jolting forward to meet the knuckle deep penetration of his finger simultaneously with the delicate, kitten licks of his tongue to your clit. Jungkook added another finger, stretching them apart from within to expand your walls. If not for your extract overflowing out of your core, he doubted he’d be able to glide his digits smoothly inside you. He needs more of your secreted liquid. Your walls have to extend enough around his fat cock.

“Fuck, angel! How am I supposed to fit in you, if you can barely take two fingers from me?” Jungkook taunts, giving his coherence with his knuckle-deep fingers curling inside you.

Another sob rips out from you, sight momentarily blinding, sweat breaking from your skin, throat drying as you try to gasp for air.

He was so good, unsure if you’ll last a minute more, or at least, until you had catered to his desire. The longer he keeps the steady, assaulting stimulation, the less you could control yourself from reaching another rapture from within your walls.

“There, oh please, I’m—” You writhed, recognizing the familiar tremors of muscles as you near the end, rubbing your center against him in the hopes of amplifying the friction.

Just as you’re one more stroke close to your high, an addicting sensation you so greedily want to reach, Jungkook abruptly withdraws his mouth and fingers all at once, stopping the stimulation that should have pulled you through another stash of ecstacy.

“No!” You wail, failing to discern why he could deny the pleasure he had started himself. The shock made you contort back in agony and in the process, accidentally bumped your head against the wooden floor. You didn’t even acknowledge the pain that seeped through your skull from the impact, distraught from the excruciating loss of his touch.

But Jungkook did, murmuring, “Careful, angel.”

Just as his palm scooped the back of your head up, his eyes briefly scanned the small room to find something that would protect your head from colliding once more against the hard surface. His eyes caught sight of his clothes near your feet which he had tossed earlier. With ease, he had extended his free arm behind to take grasp of the article and slide it underneath your head like a makeshift pillow.

He plants a lingering kiss on your forehead before pulling himself up, ignoring your cries of protests. Hurriedly, he shuffles through the last piece of clothing covering his lower body. His ears ringing, clouded from his lust, needing to sate his hunger before it overpowers his coiled restraints.

With urgency, he pulled the strings of his pants, shoving them down to his thighs to release his girth. The restraint around the fabric was too tight that his cock was bared in front of your eyes with a jolt against his sculpted stomach.

Your eyes widened as his ginormous length, standing proud and erected on his stomach. Your insides involuntarily pulsed at the sight of his sheer size, the red tip glistening in his oozing arousal and the protruding veins around his mad length is enough to make your body quiver in delight despite the lack of friction in your center. A little part of you wants to dwell on the thought of taking him in your mouth. But you couldn’t bring yourself to do it without shaming yourself in front of him.

The court ladies that were assigned for your special education during the approaching years of your adolescence failed to tell you that a man’s private part could be as huge as his. You have not seen one before, not even in the forms of illustrations. Their descriptive words have been your only source to instigate to the best of your ability in order to imagine what they look liked. According to them, the penetration around the vagina would hurt the very first time, and that pleasure would come along should it progress. But never about a man’s shaft potentially breaking someone into two just by a mere glance Jungkook’s length.

Had they hid this to you, not to scare you off from participating in a sexual intercourse?

Your question quickly dissolves into the air heated by the shared sexual tension between your flushed bodies as Jungkook wraps a palm around his thick girth, enclosed fingers pumping his length. His eyes flutter close, panting softly from the stimulation created by himself.

Your jaw drops, sucking a deep breath, all the while wondering if your hand would emit the same reaction from him. However, you didn't have the chance to do so as he positions his tip on your entrance, teasing you.

Your eyes clenched shut, anticipating his intrusion around your inner muscles. Except that it never happened. Jungkook proceeds to torment you as he glides his cock painfully delicious between your folds, making your pussy pulses around into desolation of wanton need.

He crouches, reaching for one of your mounds, sucking it enticingly while rubbing his length over your center, your cries of protest bouncing to the walls into the emptiness of the hanok.

“Jungkook please!” You sob, gripping tight of his muscled arm that barely grasps half the expanse of his bicep, emphasizing your frustration.

“Are you sure?”

“I want you!” You appealed drunkenly, grappling onto his shoulders to pull him closer.

“I know, princess. But once I start, I can’t stop. I will hurt you.” He reminds you, and you only nodded eagerly, already lost in your own greed to satisfy your hunger. “Tell me stop,” He urges, affectionately kissing the tip of your nose.

“No, please fill me up now.” You beg once more, mouth nipping a spot on his neck as if to persuade him to do as you wish. Jungkook hisses as your teeth pierces through his skin, sure to leave it purplish.

Either it worked or he was deliberately making you beg because for the second time of the night, you felt the tip of his hot cock eases your entrance.

He experimentally propelled his tip past your entrance, watching you intently with hooded eyes.

Jungkook had hardly sheathed his length in your tight hole yet your face contorted, arms flailing almost regretted begging for it. He pauses, cock halfway through. His nose nudges on your neck, mouth sucking the skin there to divert your senses away from the pain.

He knew you’d react this way but it’s too late to stop now. His body is already getting accustomed around your tightness that he’s afraid he’d come in a few pumps inside you.

Beads of sweat form on his back, his forehead creasing as he struggled to control the urge to ram into you fast and hard. He wouldn’t want to hurt you in a way it’ll give you the lasting impression that the intimacy would always hurt.

“Jungkook, please!”

The lack of stimulation makes you impatient, whining and tilting your head to reach for his mouth, urging him to move, to bring back the delicious tingles thrumming within you. Your legs weaved around his hips, despite the unbearable pain of his entrance, nothing else could make you retreat from all this heated consummation.

The more you beg, the lighter his firm hold onto his control gets. When you tilt your hips up, allowing his length to sink further, Jungkook yielded to your bidding, moving his hips ever so slightly, testing how you’ll react from the renewed penetration. Your eyebrows furrow, probably from the uncomfortable feeling of being so stretched and full from within. Yet, bearable enough to have you sighing and finally letting your head rest on the floor as you focus on the sensation.

Jungkook was attentively studying the display of emotions playing in your face as he starts at a slow pace. Your hand squeezing the taut muscle of his shoulder, encouraging him to go further.

“Jungkook…” You whined, helplessly.

“Hmm, does it hurt you?” He asks, concerned that he was hurting you the same way.

“No, more. I want more…” you drawl.

He did as you wished.

It’s as if his big cock was tearing you apart all the while filling you stuffed with his thickness. The fullness was so strange, inner muscles burning from being stretched undeniably wide to accommodate his thickness. And in one fluid push, something snaps from within you, your greedy hole sucking his length to the hilt. Tears flow on the sides of your head, as you squeeze your eyes shut from the searing sensation in your core. Yet, you cannot deny the tingles that radiate in your veins as his steel hard thickness sluggishly rubs in your walls.

It was agonizing, yet addicting; filling you to the hilt, yet breaking you all at once. Each time he pulls out just as he penetrates you from within, you should’ve breathed in relief because the pain goes away momentarily. Yet, you were sobbing, grieving for the emptiness. The moisture in your eyes could only do so much to him. The sobs he had mistaken as your pain couldn’t even make him snap out of his animalistic hunger.

“Oh!” You gasp so sexily. And he’s sure he felt his cock twitch from your insides just by the mere sound of the noise you restlessly pour out, intensifying his arousal. The rough texture of your petticoat bundled up against your stomach as it rubs in between your glued bodies striking tingles on his abdomen.

“So fucking tight, Angel.” He hisses, hips stuttering as he penetrates you from the inside, cautious enough not to hurt intentionally.

Yet, your encouraging calls spur him to keep going.

“Please fuck me.” You plead rather aggressively. Your walls take him greedily in vice grip enough for stars to evade his sight momentarily and shiver striking down his spine.

“Oh my princess, you don’t know what you’re asking for.” He warns. If he’ll have it his way, he wouldn’t have to endure this slow, excruciating pace. Right now, you’re dangerously treading the last strings of his own control.

His warning didn’t faze you a single bit. To his surprise, your legs even curl tighter around his hips, meeting his languid thrusts.

Profanities recklessly flew out of his mouth, tapering off his restraints.

“Angel—“ He growls dangerously, shoving your hips back down, halting your every try.

However, your restless attempts won one more jerk of your pelvis against him. And just like that, he lost it after nurturing the control in the past several minutes, finally caving into the depths of his carnal desire. In a lightning speed, he harshly pinned your arms over your head, as he renewed a powerful pace, pummeling his shaft into your cunt the way you have been begging for it.

Your body trembles in delight despite the searing stretch that comes along with every penetration. “I told you to stop, didn’t I? You’ll certainly regret this in the morning.” He thunders.

A growl emanates from his throat, deliriously satisfied with his pumps around your addicting heat. The sound resonating in your body as his mouth remains in contact with your skin.

“Do you love my thick cock, Jagi?” He purrs rather harshly next to your ear. You lamented in response, your unrestrained cries are like a music to his ears lulling him deeper into his own sea of bliss. From then on, the lewd sounds you make becomes his favorite.

He might’ve had his fair share of women in his teens, taking particularly experienced married women, since he’d have no trouble of deflowering untouched maiden, of causing a scandal or an unwanted betrothal tailing him in case the hunger-satiating intercourses unwarrantedly bore fruit, although he always made sure not to release his seed inside any woman’s womb.

But gods, no woman in his past could compare to your sweet, delicate noises. He wouldn’t be surprised coming apart by your mere lascivious moans.

Granting your lack of experience to this, he’d expect you to wince or even display discomfort by his merciless pounding given to his glorious size stretching your tight hole to the extremes. Yet, he was stunned to see you so pliant to his impulsion, you were even arching your back on the intense pumping as he built a cunning pace, something that should have shook you at least in the slightest bit of fear. Yet, you took all of it, your arms fighting back his grasp to hold onto something, or to him.

“Tell me, angel. Or I’d stop.” Jungkook menacingly says. Greedy to hear your sweet, desirous voice, needing something to keep him going.

Afraid to make true of his warning, you forced yourself to speak through your haywired mind, your voice raspy from the dryness of your throat. “I love it… J-Jungkook, god it feels so good.” You rasp deliriously.

“Fuck!” Jungkook drawls, throwing his head back as your convulsions become more profound, pulling his shaft in and out with much difficulty than before. His mouth ghosts on your jaw, nipping your skin while your sobs spontaneously spur.

Suddenly, he sensed your body tensing from beneath him, body curving more to fit against his moving body. Head tossed back, eyes rolled from the back of your head having the column of your throat in full display. The heels of your feet digging above his ass as your legs tightened around his waist. His thrusts grew more unsteady as you pull him closer as if there’s a space left between your flushed bodies.

Jungkook marvels at the sight of your complete vulnerability. A captivating view he’d never thought he’d witness as soon as he came back to the capital, silently promising to himself that he’d be the only one to see this and make you feel this way. The things he’d trade in this lifetime to behold this moment again.

Perhaps if he’d get you impregnated, the king would have no other means but to force you into a betrothal with him. Then he wouldn’t have to worry about seeing you again because you’ll be on wedlock with him. Suddenly, the thought of you conceiving his child isn’t so bad after all. His cock painfully twitches from deep inside you deducing your swollen belly as you carry the product of his seed.

He releases your arms, only to cup your face in his palm, resting his forehead against yours and having your noses bumped in the process. “Are you close, Jagiya?” He asks tenderly.

You nodded with so much force, making your answer clear to him as if your life depends on the forthcoming rapture of another bliss.

With your hands unrestrained yet again, you corded them over his shoulders. Wet, sloppy kisses smear on the expanse of his chest. Your mouth only halts the moment his hand snaked in between your connected bodies and found your clit, ruthlessly thumbing your slick bud. The force of your orgasm lurching you forward against his chest.

“Oh, oh, oh.” You chanted in delightful cries, eyes clenching shut while your body quivers in sweet jolts from the intensity of your climax. Your world momentarily coming to a pause through the darkness, relishing the sweet ecstasy as it continues to ripple through you in liquified heat. Your hand found his nape, lifting your upper body as you sob in the crook of his neck while he rides out your orgasm.

The fierce, involuntary contractions of your walls and the soft, sweet cries unexpectedly pulling him in his own euphoric bliss soon after your own. His advances growing sloppier as your walls clamp around him. A feral growl reverberates inside the empty hanok as he furiously reaches his heaven, capturing your mouth in a searing, hazy kiss.

His cock intensely pulsates, swelling just before he spills his seed in your walls to your womb. Not even a moment later, you felt shots of warm liquid fill inside you, oozing out of your core as it floods from deep within. If you were not only in the state of delirium in the aftermath of your own orgasm, you’d have soon realized the potential tribulation it would cause both of you after Jungkook emptied his load inside you.

Not to mention, it has not yet occurred to you that the court ladies have been serving herbal teas specially to increase your fertility for your imminent betrothal with whoever it is that the inner court had selected for you. But you were too lost in the bliss of your union with Jungkook. That you barely moved an inch even when Jungkook has momentarily put his full weight on you as his biceps shortly gave away post-orgasm. The moment he had pulled himself up to clean up the wet mess inside your thighs and underneath your ass, you had already dozed off, shrugging away ache in your muscles.

Jungkook pulled a folded bedding out of a wooden-made drawer next to the miniscule table. With foggy senses, he laid the thick cover flat on the cold floor, next to your sleeping figure. A sense of guilt briskly consumes him recalling how he inconsiderately took you there against the cold, dusty surface of the floor, just as it vanishes quickly, worrying of the blanket’s quality if you consider it a passing to your aristocratic taste. He wouldn’t have to stress over this insignificant matter at an ungodly hour if it only involves himself. He could honestly sleep anywhere at this point when his body is barely holding up. Except that it concerns you and he wouldn’t want to give you a prominent backache when the morning comes due to resting on an uncomfortable cot, which you would probably already be suffering from just by the mere experience a while ago.

Once made, he carefully placed you on top of the makeshift bed, carefully tucking you in over a blanket. He swallowed hard, catching sight of your bare chest, feeling his body heats up. He pulled the cover up higher until the material rests over your shoulders. As he was about to turn, letting you have your privacy in the room, he heard you mumbled something under your breath. His gaze flew back to your figure, thinking you have wakened up. With your eyes still close, your arm extends forward as if you were reaching for some thing in your dream.

Jungkook scoots closer, now attentively surveying you. Until you murmured his name with a frown forming on your face, that his hand began brushing soothing caresses on your hair.

Murmuring, “I’m here, Jagi.” Repeating the same phrase over again until you stopped tossing your head sideways. With his body completely caving into exhaustion, the steady movement of his hand against your head slowly lulls him as well into unconsciousness, his body lying unconventionally on the cot with his head next to your head.

The slightest rustle of movement stirred him out of his slumber, his ears perking up at the unusual sound in the middle of god knows what hour. It’s a curse yet a skill he had mastered living in the battlefield for years. Without opening his eyes, he listens closely, trying to figure out where the sound was coming from. When his hand reaches out to his side, his palm landed on an empty bedding instead of your warm body.

Struck by your absence to his side, he forcefully peeled his eyes open. The exhaustion brought by weeks of traversing from forest to forest, mountain to mountain back to the capital and the intimacy you two have shared from earlier was hurriedly replaced by his determination to find you.

When his blurry vision clears out, he spots you there on his right, soundlessly moving about. Jungkook draws a long breath out of relief, his eyes following your motions as your hands adjust the sleeves of your undergarment dress while striving to find pieces of your hanbok through the darkness all at once. The fire lamp he had quickly lit up prior is hardly aiding your struggles as it barely illuminates the room.

Jungkook sat up, surveying you without a word with your back facing him. You have not looked back from the spot where you had laid down with him, still unaware of his prying, inquisitive eyes.

Even with profound difficulty, you have managed to put on your outer dress a few moments later. Just as amusement stirs up in him, a sudden thought occurred to him.

You couldn’t possibly be leaving at this hour without telling him, right?

In the midst of tying the strings of your dress over your bosom, his voice resonated through the dead silence of the night.

“What are you doing?”

You snapped back, body twisting to see the source of the voice, startled by the sound of his voice slicing through the silence that tore your concentration apart.

There he was, sitting expectantly with his bare torso in display at the same spot where you had lied down prior which you do not remember sleeping with. If your memory is telling you right, you passed out flat on the flooring.

Your heart skips a beat, surprised to see him awake when you thought he was in a deep slumber when you pried your limbs off of him. As your eyes fall to the rest of his body, you silently thank the universe for the piece of clothing covering his lower region.

Dazed at the view of his naked chest with the permanent inks nearly covering the expanse of his arms that you find yourself mesmerized of, you have long forgotten your intent to dress yourself on your own just as his inquiry flew out to the little crevice from the door frame. Your attentiveness shrinking as you silently resist the thoughts that instantly haunt you just by the mere sight of his almost nudity.

“________,” He prompted, snapping you out of your thoughts in a tone that reminds you back in the past when he hints his disapproval in a subtle manner, all the while warning you not to test his patience.

Your face heats up, realizing you have not answered him as you marvel on his god-like sculpted body.

“I am trying to put my clothes on.” You sheepishly say, and instantly wincing as the words you uttered register in your mind, sounding far inappropriate hearing them much less doing the act itself. For once, you appreciate the light inside the room provided by the dying fire lamp on the small table at the corner, shrouding the tinge hinting your cheeks.

Jungkook releases a sigh, before pulling himself up. Your back instantly straightened, cautious from his sudden movement, avoiding his gaze as your fingers hurriedly tie the strings of your dress over your chest.

He fathoms your discomfort around him, especially with the minimal clothing covering your body. He is not surprised. In fact, he had expected your ambivalence after what just happened. You have not been around with a man before him, at least that’s what he knows.

Oh how his heart soared at the thought of him being your first. No one else would ever get to touch you the way he had ravished you earlier, he vows to himself.

“Let me help you.” He abruptly offers, recognizing the hesitation through your withdrawal as he crosses the small distance.

Your eyes widened a little, stunned to hear his approach before you lightly nodded, unsure if it’s a confirmation or just a jerk of your head in refusal. His towering built becoming more pronounced as he pads closer you and despite being a few inches taller than most women in the palace, your height is no match with his, compelling you to tip your chin forward to meet his penetrating eyes.

Jungkook crouches down in front of you to collect your jeogori on the floor, and in a flash, rises back to his feet, and planting a small peck on your shoulder before urging you to turn your back on him. Your body followed suit, spellbound at his sweet gesture, as your breath shortens with the suddenness of his action.

Jungkook proceeds to drape the material over your shoulders, helping you slip your arms through the sleeves of your jeoguri. His arms encircle over your shoulders, extending at your bosom to fumble on the front of your outer clothing, seeking for the clasp he once unfastened earlier.

Heat spreads in your body at the proximity, just as butterflies erupt in your stomach. As the clasp comes connected with its link, you have anticipated for his arms to loosen around you only to feel them curling around your waist.

He pulled you flushed in his embrace, then rested his chin on your shoulder, making your whole body stiffened in shock. The warmth brought by his bare chest kindling a different effect in your body. You could feel the taut muscles of his stomach on your clothed back as he presses your body further against him, as if he was afraid you’ll vanish into the thin air any moment should he not hold onto you.

You have never thought this would be as intimate as the moment that occurred a few moments ago.

“You have no idea how many times I’ve dreamed of holding you like this, _______. Gods, I thought my mind was playing tricks on me when I saw you in front of my hanok. Why were you here? What were you doing wandering outside the palace without a single servant to accompany you, hmm?” He murmurs next to your ear, tingling the skin there with every breath he releases, eliciting goosebumps to appear on your skin.

You release a sigh, crouching lightly to mold your back against his body. “The queen knew of my small trip to the market.” You answered truthfully, unsure what else you need to say.

Jungkook scoffs. “Of course. Even the queen cannot resist your charms.” He nuzzles your hair, not a bit fazed at the awkward position, relishing the moment of you in his arms.

You cock your head to the side, attempting to spare a glimpse at him. “That’s not true. Her Majesty just understands my… struggles. She knows I find relief leaving the palace once in a while.” He chuckles, and feeling it reverberates in his chest on your back.

“So I’ve heard the Queen came from a well-reputed family,” He simply regards, then continues with, “But you didn’t answer my question.”

“What?” You ask back.

“What were you doing here?”

Instantaneously, your cheeks heat up, shame consuming you at the thought of getting caught up lurking in the vicinity of his household. “I-I… I was lost in the way—“

“Uh-uh...” He taunts, stopping himself before he nearly uttered he doesn’t believe your reasoning. You only heave a sigh, refusing to reply to his pellucid teasing. But he took it as an opportunity to talk further.

“You will not leave the palace without me from now on.” He declares, as if he has the full say concerning your life. You wouldn’t mind him constantly appearing just about wherever you go. If only you’re allowed to be seen with him.

“That’s not necessary.”

“Let’s go back to sleep.” He says, dismissing the topic before you could dwell more into it.

His arms loosened around you, and instead grappled your wrist to pull you towards the makeshift bed. You almost whine as you lost contact with his body, seemingly not wanting to let go of him just yet. It has not been that long, and you wanted to stay longer in that position, or at least have his warm body close to yours.

You wanted to protest, suddenly considering of going back to palace since it would probably be less difficult to hide in the dark and without onlookers on the streets. However, you kept your mouth shut, not wanting to stir an argument at this point. Jungkook wouldn't allow you to leave this late and insisting it would only upset him.

You two shouldn’t sleep in the same hanok, but you discern it too late to even dwell on your concerns what the people from the nearby neighborhood would say when the two of you had already done more than just sleeping.

Jungkook brings you back out of your reverie with a tug at your hand, pulling you flushed against him with such ease, and cuddling you from behind. He kisses you one last time atop your head before he settles his face beside the back of your head. At first, the position felt uncomfortable as you’re not used to sharing your bed with anyone ever before. But nonetheless, as his warmth seeps through your skin, your body gradually snugs back in the heat of his embrace.

That was the last thing you have thought of before sleep finally envelops you. The following day, you woke up in a cold empty space beside with Jungkook nowhere to be found. Your eyes briefly scanned the small four cornered room, confirming to yourself that he’s not around. Perhaps he’s outside doing chores just like the old times?

What should you do? Should you go out without his knowledge? What if someone else is here and catches you leaving the room? Should you just wait for him to come collect you here? What if he’s left to fulfill some military duties, then should you wait in vain?

With sluggish attempts, you stood up. Out of agony, you started pacing back and forth in the tiny space of the room, trying to figure out what you would do only to feel the ache of your muscles all over your body. You stopped right away, face contorting as your body stings in pain. Not only that you recognize the ache thrumming all over your body, you also felt the stickiness of your skin from a bathe you have missed last night. Not to mention, you have worn the same hanbok from yesterday. Considering the situation you’re stuck in, you probably won’t get any this morning as well.

You doubt you look decent enough to have someone see your state much less to Jungkook.

Jungkook, who grew unbelievably handsome through the years.

You admired his perfectly sculpted body back in the years when things were not as complex as now. Few years in the north, and his physical built had clearly developed. Hard, defined muscles honed from the extensive experience of battling in the northern border. Everything about him looks rough, particularly denoting the inks beautifully decorated on his skin that made him remarkably naturally authoritative and powerful.

Your heart still longs for him and only him.

After all these years, you cannot imagine throwing your life away to anyone else. The inner court has not made an official pronouncement as regards to your engagement. The agitation of the royal family has become more profound each progressing year without a marriage at your disposal. Because as years passed rather quickly, so is the significance of your royal title while you remain unmarried. A societal status deemed unimportant regardless of one belonging in nobility or not.

However, the persistent presence of the 13th prince of Ming Empire, Prince Jimin, in the past few months and his pellucid interest in you allowed you to conclude that the inner court had already made a call for your betrothal. You’ve met the prince in a few acquaintances since. In some of these instances, you had no option but to entertain him after he had specifically requested your presence whenever he wandered around the garden of Huwon. To rest your case, he was not as arrogant as you have presumed him to be. And in some way, his persona resembles that of your brother Taehyung. He had been a great company, you couldn’t deny that despite your reluctance to engage in his flirting. You wouldn’t be surprised if he suddenly professes his admiration over you for he had not once failed to display his overzealous grace around you.

In spite of all this, nothing could even sway you to your feelings. Jungkook may not be around all these years, but he has pretty much owned you even if you tried to divert your attention to the likeness of Prince Jimin, and putting your efforts in vain.

A moment after seeing Jungkook, you were already jumping in his arms, ready to surrender yourself to him in a blink of an eye. Perhaps, if you were given the option to choose for your own, there would be no more of longing for him.

Occupied by your sentiments, you didn’t hear the glide of the door as Jungkook opened it to check up on you. He was surprised to see you standing, your back facing him that he initially thought there was something in your line of vision that you find interesting to make you hardly unmoving on your spot.

Out of curiosity, Jungkook decided to ask you. “Jagi?”

The sudden sound of his voice through eerie silence made you startle, snapping your head from behind.

“Are you alright?” He asks, seeing you flustered as if he caught you red-handed doing something you shouldn’t. His eyebrow arches, curiously.

You tip your head in a nod, “I am.”

Despite your answer, he seems unconvinced, seeing the reluctance in your eyes. Jungkook steps closer, “Is something bothering you?”

He was about to reach for your arm to pull you in his embrace but his hand halts mid-air when you spoke.

“I just… I must go back.” You briefly say, lowering your gaze as you begin to waver from the indecency of the situation.

He surveys you closely for a moment, before nodding in understanding. “Of course, I will bring you back. At least, eat something before we leave.“

Adamant to leave from the fear of potentially getting caught by others, you shook your head. “I can’t stay any longer. I have to go back to the palace before anyone notices I have not gone back last night.”

He cocks his head to the side in thought, before heaving a sigh. “You’re right.”

Jungkook right away senses your withdrawal and the longer the silence lingers in the air, the further the tension breaks between the two of you. However, he could not put a finger as to why you’ve gone cold from being submissively pliant toward him yesterday.

Until you answer his very question, “Jungkook, this shouldn’t have happened. It shouldn’t have when we’re not together.”

Perhaps you have realized he had gone overboard with his roughness to you enough to make you demur from all this. “Jagi—“ He begins, crossing the distance between you. However, you quickly distance yourself that momentarily made him frozen on the spot.

“Please, dont.” You whisper, lips quivering as you try to fight back the tears that were threatening to spill in your eyes.

Hurt flashes in his eyes as he murmurs under his breath, ”Have I hurt you? I didn’t force you, did I? I recall you begging for my touches, _______.” His eyebrows furrowing into frown in puzzlement.

Your lips pressed into a thin line, embarrassed for you cannot deny the fact. He didn’t force you, in fact, he gave you all the chance there is for you to stop him should you have changed your mind. But you didn’t stop him, you even coaxed him to fuck you.

“I can’t... We can’t...” You attempted to utter, but there was nothing else you could say as your chest constricted too painfully for you to bear.

“Is it because of the prince?”

You blink profusely. This time, it was you who was bound speechless, utterly astounded that he knows of the prince and his potential role in your life.

“W-What?” You say, although hearing the words clearly.

“Do you want to marry him?” he pushed further aggressively.

Your eyes widened. How did he find out? He couldn’t possibly be keeping tracks of you, no? All these years, you have never tried to reach out to him. Yet, here he was, speaking like he is well aware of what was happening here despite his absence. Guilt suddenly consumes you for not ever trying to communicate with him, fearful of his rejection just like when he had pushed you too many times before. You honestly have nothing left in you to remain fateful in the relationship that is bound to be broken in time should he opt to refuse any connection with you.

You look back at him, braving to return the intensity of his gaze. You don't think you could answer it, you can't just easily admit that there’s no feelings involved with your connection with the prince. His eyes, despite the intensity they hold, are pleading.

Instead, you whisper, “I do not have a choice.”

“Why do you think I came back here when I could have taken any willing maiden to be my woman?” He asks, a sad smile forming on his face.

Overwhelmed by the emotions displaying in his eyes, you turn away. “You have the freedom to choose any woman in your life.” But it won’t be me, you say to yourself.

“Isnt it too late for that? If you think I will let you marry another man after you’ve given yourself to me—”

“This isn’t something we both have a choice of.” You assert back, not letting him finish, your legs almost giving away from the dark of his eyes.

He didn’t falter, afraid you’ll disappear right in front of him. You‘re slipping away from his hold just as you surrendered yourself to him.

“You told me before, you’re willing to sacrifice everything for us. Do you remember that? When you asked me to be my woman?”

“Jungkook please stop–” You plead. Yet, he ignored you, unfazed by your attempt to cut him off.

“–do you not want that, anymore?”

Sighing, your eyes remained on the floor, refusing to speak.

“Look at me and tell me honestly, ________.” He sternly demands, almost begging you to say the words he needed to hear to keep his sanity from crumbling. The things he’d sacrifice to be with you... but if you changed your mind over the course of his absence, he’d accept it. He’d understand that you’re no longer willing to sacrifice your life like you used to. He’d have accept that he has to let you go, even if it will slowly tear him into pieces to destruction.

Tears generously flow on your cheeks, seeing the agony in his eyes pull your heartstrings so harshly. He cannot be miserable when he can have anyone, when he could take any woman to be his wife without any reservation, unlike you, who do not have the choice to decide for yourself.

The words were stuck in your throat, feeling it form as you try to swallow them. Why would your heart’s desire matter when you cannot even have it?

As emotions pool from your chest, a sob rips out of your throat.

“It’s always been you. I-I…” sucking a deep breath as you go on, “...kept my promise to you, but I can never have you—“ Jungkook closed the distance and pulled you in his embrace, so tight that you can hardly catch your next breath but you didn’t mind because he’s the only one who can heal you despite being the same reason of your misery.

Jungkook strokes your hair, mourning for your unreasonable grief, “Why, you have such a little faith on us.” He buries his face on your hair, murmuring, “Perhaps you must have no clue what I’m capable of to get what I want.”

“W-What ever do you mean?”

“You’ll have the answers when the king calls for you.”

It was what kept you occupied the whole journey as you traversed back to the palace by foot, wondering why your brother, the same one who has audibly shown his animosity to your relationship with Jungkook, knows something that concerns Jungkook.

Undeterred by your persistence to go back on your own, Jungkook didn’t let you out of his sight as he lags behind your footpath, he only stopped following your tracks when you push through the secret passage inside the palace. If he didn’t know the hidden entrance going inside the palace, he knows it by now.

As you enter the tunnel-like passage hidden behind the endless row of hanok residences of the royal family leading toward the hall to your chamber, you are met with your anxious-looking Chunhwa, your servant, welcoming you with a bow and a distressed greeting.

“Your Highness!”

You paid no heed from it, solely determined to go inside your chamber before anyone catches you out of your quarters on an early morning adorning the same handbook from yesterday. As you grew more apprehensive, silently pondering over the clandestine union, your servant continues to pester you with her cautious yet restless presence.

“There was someone waiting for you since last night, Your Highness.” She mumbled under her breath, fingers fidgeting in an unknown fear.

Pushing through the multiple passages navigating through your quarters, you waved a dismissive hand toward her direction. “I am feeling under the weather. Tell them to come back at another time.”

“Your Highness, it is not just any visitor.”

It was only that moment when you lifted a gaze to meet her anxious eyes. “Who is it? Is it the King?”

“The prince was persistent to see you last night. I-I... we had to make reason to keep your absence unknown, Your Highness. He did believe that you are ill since yesterday. My apologies, Your Highness, but if you do not show up today, he might get suspicious of your whereabouts.”

“Prince?”

“P-Prince Jimin...” She says, almost hesitating to disclose his identity.

Your body went rigid at the mention of his name, sucking a deep breath, feeling your heart stutters painfully against your chest in shock.

You hurriedly bark orders to your servants in waiting to prepare your bath, no one dared question your sudden request to add herbal leaves for your bath, nor protested when you send them all away before you soak your body in the rectangular tub.

Despite the soreness of your body, the stiff muscles on your back, and the burning sensation to your center, you bathed in solitude. For the first time, you clothed yourself arduously without the usual assistance from your attendants, refusing to divulge your bare flesh especially when some spots on your skin we’re left bruised from last night’s engagement to intimacy.

When decently clothed, you finally permitted one of them to braid your hair, while another one was sent to the prince’s temporary quarters carrying your message.

An hour later, you arrived at the garden of Huwon, ascending to the stairs onto the pavilion with refined elegance.

Not long before you stood there admiring the eccentric beauty of the abundant layers flowers from your line of vision, you heard a collective footsteps echoing through the stillness of the garden, one among them belongs to him you are certain.

Picking up the faint yet unmistakable sound of his feet padding against the pavilion’s flooring, you impatiently anticipate for him to make his presence known. The prince has not failed you, because the next thing you hear is his voice behind resonating through the solemn air.

“Did you miss me, Princess ________?” You heard him greet from behind. The sultry yet sweet tone of his voice, compelling you to face him as if your unwillingness to meet him so suddenly wasn’t there, anymore.

With a graceful turn, your solicitous expression caused by your unintended tryst last night gone in a flash tipping your chin forward to display a false confidence in front of the prince.

The amusement on his face widens, taking notice of the exceptional glow radiating from the princess. Have you been dolling yourself up just for him? The certain strangeness in the dark of your orbs igniting fire in him before he blinks and it vanishes, gone without a trace of acknowledgement from the weight of your stare.

He crosses the offending distance, smiling sweetly before he took hold of your hand and kisses your knuckles with an ardent gaze clashing against yours that harbor the coldness he had grown accustomed with.

end note: I hope yall enjoyed this chapter djydutdjyfkvkhf dunno why this one took 11k words like ffgdhtdhtd on god I’m so whipped for this man and his tattoos daz ol ty. Do share your thoughts i’d love to hear from u lovelies uwu

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FALLOUT |LH| SIX

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PAIRING: donghyuck x reader bodyguard!donghyuck

WARNINGS: mentions of yuta, doyoung jeno. swearing, hospital (broken rib, bruises).

WORD COUNT: 2,8K

SEVEN

You spent the duration of the ride pondering if Donghyuck was seriously injured. Or if he had died. The car began to slow down, and you looked up to see where he was. The hospital.

After Donghyuck left you with the rest of the security team, you refused to go home and wanted to make sure he was okay. You couldn't lose him.

You made your way to the E.R and a nurse took you to the room where he was being treated by the doctors. You knocked on the door and then opened it. He was laying on a stretcher gurney. He was shirtless and had bandages around his ribs and an arm on his eyes covering them.

"Donghyuck?" You called.

"(Y/N)?," He stared at you. "What are you doing here?"

You rushed through the door and finally got a good look at him. He had bruises all over his chest and waist. Your eyes started watering. "You look like hell." You breathed. Your hand instinctively looked out his. Donghyuck was pale and his skin was clammy.

"I know," he admitted. "But you cannot be in here. Please leave, (Y/N)."

"I won't leave," you held his hand and squeezed it. "What did the doctors say? Are you hurt?"

"I have a broken rib," Donghyuck tried to sit and growled. "Please go home, you'll be safer there. I couldn't even protect you out there, what makes you think I will be here?"

"Hey, hey," you whispered and cupped his face in your hands, "it's not your fault. I'm okay, I'm not hurt and that wasn't your fault, okay?"

"We need to talk., (Y/N). There’s something you need to know..." He stared at you.

Suddenly, the door opened harshly revealing an upset Yuta. He had his jaw tightened and grabbed your arm roughly, almost making you whine. "You will not spend a single minute with this useless bodyguard. We're leaving, (Y/N)."

"Yuta," you let go off of his grip. "What are you even doing here?"

"I came to do his motherfucking job: protecting you. You almost die today, (Y/N)." Yuta stared at you and then looked at Donghyuck. "Don't you ever even bother to come back. You're fired."

"I'm the one who makes that call, Yuta," you glanced at him. "You cannot speak for me and he's not fired. This wasn't his fault."

"Oh my God, (Y/N)," Yuta rolled his eyes. "Is he fucking you so good that you will defend him?"

You opened your mouth to speak but Yuta raised his hand. "I saw you two kissing the other day. Is this your new hobby? Fucking your bodyguard?"

"My life and who I fuck is none of your business. Get the fuck out of here." You demanded.

"You're coming with me," he grabbed your hand and you groaned letting go off of his grip again. He growled and snapped his fingers. Two big men entered the room and grabbed you by force. You screamed and kicked in the air but it was useless. Donghyuck tried to stand up but it was stopped by Yuta who placed him back on the stretcher gurney, pressing his broken rib making Donghyuck growl in pain. "I'll have to finish your stupid task since you couldnt keep your hands to yourself, asshole."

"Don't you dare to hurt her!" Donghyuck said between teeth, causing Yuta to laugh.

"Please don't tell me you fell for her..." He laughed again. "It's so pathetic. Well, I hope you fucked her good last night because you won't see her again."

And before Donghyuck could stand up again, Yuta injected something through his IV making him dizzy and putting him to sleep. “Sweet dreams.”

After you got home, you slapped Yuta in the face twice. You punched him in his chest a few times and then pushed him. You were crying. “Don’t you ever fucking do that again, do you hear me?!”

He grabbed your wrists, trying to calm down and looked at him. “You should be thanking me.”

“I love him!” You exclaimed, “I don’t care about you. Stay fucking quiet, dont you understand?”

Yuta sighed, frustrated and then glanced at you. “My bodyguards will stay here tonight. You should be safe.”

“Fuck you.”

Yuta ignored you and left your house. You screamed and threw a flagon to the door. You grabbed your purse trying to find your phone to call Donghyuck and realised Yuta had taken it with him. You went to your home office and unlocking a drawer with your fingertip, you pulled out an old iPhone and turned it on.

You frowned as soon as you saw the first notification, an email for Kim Doyoung.

From: KDY

To: (Y/N)

Meet me. We need to talk. It’s important.

You gulped. Why did he want to see? Was he behind the shooting? You certainly couldn’t tell Donghyuck about, what if he ended up dead now?

You sighed and replied to his email.

From: (Y/N)

To: KDY

When and where?

Doyoung replied a couple of seconds later.

From: KDY

To: (Y/N)

Tonight. 11 pm in the place as usual. Go alone.

You placed the phone on the desk and started to think how you would escape. Yuta’s bodyguards were outside your house everywhere.

You’d come up with a plan anytime soon.

Later that day, you were finally able to reach Donghyuck. He was at his place, still recovering from the broken rib but he’ll come back as soon as the sedative was out of his system. You assured him you wanted him in your life and Yuta was not going to be an obstacle to be together.

At night, Yuta visited you again but you refused to leave your room and he gave up leaving. By 10:30 you left your bed and it didn't creak, and when you put your feet on the floor it didn't squeak. You mentally congratulated yourself on the new accomplishment and tiptoed to the door, grabbing his classic black cap on the way out. You went to Donghyuck’s bedroom and you thanked your mom for loving balconies and forcing you to have one in your guest’s bedroom.

With a quick glance to the yard, you climbed down out the balcony, keeping a steady eye on the guard standing next to the yard door. You had never felt so heavy as you slowly moved past, your body barely moving as your feet carried you carefully by. After safely making it out past there, you went to the back door that connected with one of your neighbour Jungwoo

You weren't exactly best friends with him but he wouldn't mind if you used his door. As you got out of his house, you saw a bright light in front of you. You covered your eyes with your arm and squinted your eyes trying to know who was on it. A man dressed in all back wearing a helmet walked to you and you gulped. Was he one of Yuta's men?

The man took off the helmet and you were suddenly breathless. It was Donghyuck. You inhaled deeply and jumped to his arms hugging him tightly. He whined placing a hand on his ribs but hugged you tight with his other arm. "Oh, my God. I'm sorry," you got away from him quickly. "What are you doing here?"

"I knew you would try to sneak out somehow," he told you and cupped your cheek with one hand. "Are you going to see Doyoung?"

"H-how did you know?" You looked at him.

"I just knew he would reach out to you." Donghyuck looked at you. "C'mon, I'll take you there."

When you got the abandoned building, Donghyuck and you went to the roof waiting for Doyoung to show up. You crossed your arms against your chest and sighed. "Do you think he's behind this?"

Donghyuck shook his head. "No."

"Then who?" You looked at him.

Donghyuck remained quiet and admired the city from top. He was going to tell you, but he wasn't ready to watch you break.

"I told you to come alone, (Y/N)." Doyoung reminded you, walking behind you.

You turned and sighed. "I couldn't. Sorry."

"It's okay. I trust him anyways, don't I?" Doyoung glanced at Donghyuck, who just made eye contact with him for a couple of seconds. "Whatever, I'm glad you made it. I heard you were attacked this morning."

You nodded and tugged your hands in the back pockets of your jeans. "Doyoung?"

He hummed without stopping looking at you. You bit your lip, almost trembling and looked at him again. Doyoung frowned. "You think I did it."

"I-I d-don't," you stuttered.

"Do I have reasons to kill you?" Doyoung raised an eyebrow, looking at you.

"Well..." you sighed nervously. "I might have said something I shouldn't have."

"I know." He fixed the sleeves of his suit jacket.

You furrowed your eyebrows. "What?"

"I have people working for me in the government, (Y/N). Of course I'd knew if you would open your mouth."

"But no, I'm not the one behind this. My men slit throats, they don't shoot people. And well, do you see them going after your throat?"

You shook your head. "I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit disappointed because I like you. You seem like a good woman but I don't like when they open their mouths to shit on me."

"Doyoung, I-"

"Let me finish." He stood in front of you and leaned closer to you. "Were you really going to turn me in?"

You gulped again. Doyoung somehow cornered you against the wall and Donghyuck grabbed his arm tightly. "Don't."

Doyoung glanced at him and a little smirk appeared on his lips. "I didn't believe it when I heard it."

You were confused. Did they know each other?

"I won't turn you in. They needed information and I gave them some, but I would never. Please believe me." You looked at Doyoung.

Doyoung returned his attention to you and smiled. "Why should I believe you?"

"Because I'll make sure of it," Donghyuck spoke first and glanced at you quickly. "Right?"

You nodded rapidly and Doyoung squinted his eyes not breaking eye contact with you. "Fine. And (Y/N)? There won't be a next time. If something like this happens again I'll be the one who slit your throat."

"Now leave before I change my mind and slit both of your throats."

Donghyuck grabbed your hand and left the roof going downstairs. He was walking at a fast pace and you have to almost run to follow his pace. Before getting on the bike, you stood up in front of him. “You know him.” You affirmed.

Donghyuck just sighed and looked at you. “I’ll tell you whatever you need to know, but not now. Get on the bike.”

“I can’t go back to my house. Yuta is being a pain in the ass treating me as if I were some damsel in distress and I can’t take it anymore.”

“You’re not going to your house. You’re going to mine,” Donghyuck kissed you and the feeling that kiss gave you was everything. “I love you, (Y/N).”

You smiled against his lips, feeling the weight of his words sink in, but in a good way. And you were so happy he felt the same way. “I love you, too.”

You two arrived at his apartment and you were surprised by a not that tall man with black hair. He greeted you and introduced himself as Jeno and Donghyuck’s best friend. Jeno was nice and decided to give some privacy excusing himself to his bedroom.

Donghyuck walked to the kitchen and opened the fridge door. “Wanna drink something? Water? Beer? Apple juice?”

“I’m good, thanks,” you said, taking a look at Donghyuck's living room. You noticed the floor was paved with wooden floor and the wall was paved with white bricks. That color made the room bigger. It had a big window facing the street and it had light grey curtains. There was a black sofa with a white glass coffee table. They were very suitable for each other. The living room also had a black TV which was on a square cabinet, some art paintings on the wall and a large white shelf, and on it, there were three frames; a photo of Donghyuck holding a baby.

He walked to you and leaned against the wall in front of you. "Her name is Jiwoo. She's my niece."

You smiled. "Is it the same girl from all these photos?"

"Yeah," he smirked, still leaning against the wall, "she grew up so fast."

"Do you visit her often?" You asked, placing the portrait on its place again.

"Not anymore. My sister decided to move to Jeju and I try to visit as much as I can, but sometimes work won't let me."

"I'm sorry."

"Why?" He frowned.

"You hadn't even been to your place in days because of me," you sighed. "You should take a break and go visit them."

"I'm not leaving you alone during this time." Donghyuck cupped both of your cheeks in his hands and looked into your eyes. "When all of this is over I'm gonna take you so you can meet them."

Your face lighted up with a smile and put your arms around his waist. "You will?"

"It's a promise," he gave you a peck on the nose. "They're gonna love you."

“I’m looking forward to it then,” you smirked and caressed his lower lip with your thumb. “Can we go to bed? I’m exhausted and you need to rest.”

He nodded and kissed you. “Please promise me you won’t stop loving me. Ever.”

You kissed him back, pressing your body against his. “I love you. Forever.”

“Hyuck?” you called, after a pause on chopping some vegetables. “Are you even listening?”

He blinked and shifted his weight to his other foot. He wasn’t.

“I’m sorry, what? I keep getting lost in your eyes.” Donghyuck smiled.

There was a pause in which he could feel you looking at him. And then you relaxed, smiling. “Did I say that out loud?”

You blushed almost up to your ears, causing him to chuckle softly as he passed his fingers over his hair.

“Yes, you did,“ you said, still blushed. Puffing up your cheeks in a bit of a pout you huffed at him. “You just wanted an excuse to make me blush, didn’t you?”

“In fact, the cheek-coloring reaction is a universal human response to social attention. The veins in the face dilate, causing more blood to flow into your cheeks..." Jeno interrupted your moment entering the kitchen. "Sorry, folks, but I'm starving."

You laughed and went back to chop the vegetables. "I'm making Mongolian chicken if you want."

"No idea what's that but it sounds good," Jeno sat next to Donghyuck and winked at him. "So, are you two dating?"

Donghyuck cleared his throat and fixed his shirt. You shrugged, taking the chicken breast out of the fridge. "We fuck and tell each other 'I love you', is that dating?" You looked at Donghyuck.

"You haven't asked her to be your girlfriend?!" Jeno stared at him.

"I'm planning to!" Donghyuck groaned. "Go away, Jeno."

You giggled. "I don't mind, really. We don't have to level it up or whatever."

"Now she's nice. You better keep her." Jeno said.

"If you don't shut up she won't feed you," Donghyuck warned him.

“Why are you sweating, Donghyuck? Are you nervous?” Jeno mocked him.

“Shut up, Jeno!” Donghyuck pushed him.

“Break it up, boys, or neither of you will eat,” you warned them.

After you three finished eating, Jeno went out leaving you two alone again. Donghyuck dragged you with him to the grey couch in the living room and surrounded you with his arms. You could tell he wanted to tell you something, but something was holding him back. You rest your head in the space between his shoulder and his neck and give him a few pecks there. "You know you can talk to me, right?"

"I know," he whispered. "But I'm scared I'm gonna lose you."

"You won't," You looked at him. "Donghyuck? What 's going on?"

Donghyuck sighed and sat up on the couch. "I've been lying to you."

“What do you mean?” You frowned.

“I was hired to kill you.”

#Donghycuk x reader #Donghyuck imagine #donghyuck smut #nct imagine #nct smut #nct dream #haechan x reader #haechan smut #haechan imagine #nct 127 imagine

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Prompt: We're roommates but we're falling for each other

Fandom: Wrestling, AEW

Pairing: Orange Cassidy x Reader

Warnings: None

Genre: Fluff

Word Count: 1,518

Masterlist | Buy Me coffee

Requested by @dancingwithsilhouettes

A/N: I'm not going to lie, this is probably my favorite I've written so far, I put much of myself in it I kind of feel vulnerable, well... hope you enjoy it!

I loved living with James, we've lived together for the past year, he was searching for a roommate and I had just finished my stay at another complex, it accommodated more to my expenses not having to pay full rent and it was a plus living with my best friend. But of course I didn’t know I would get so attached to him emotionally, I started to depend on him for a lot of things. During the morning one would cook breakfast for the both of us, we would go to restaurants together, dinner was almost always pizza or some other delivered food so we didn't get out of the house, we always had marathons of movies, I will be honest, he made me care about Fast and Furious. Lately I've felt small changes, but significant ones, we used to sit side by side on the couch and now he would put his arm around my shoulders or he would rest his head on my lap and I would play with his hair, he started kissing me more often, kisses on the cheek and forehead, he would take my hand if he went for a walk, he always let me decide where to go or what to do, and I know I could be exaggerated but maybe, just maybe he does like me. I got up in the morning and started making pancakes, as they started to cook I feel James enter the kitchen. “This smells great, why do they smell so good? What did you put in them? " He asked as he walked closer to me or rather the plate filled with pancakes, he took the plate and sniffed he almost moaned appreciating the sweet smell. "Family recipe, I can't say" I say as I keep myself occupied, I was trying not to look at him for too long, I always found myself looking at him for long minutes at a time, I couldn't help but look in admiration, it was early in the morning and he looked perfect, his hair brushed to the side, he just put on some sweatpants and at shirt, I could say we were dressed exactly the same but I looked like shit. The lights that came from the window made his blond hair glow, his skin looked pale, his eyes as blue as they ever looked, he was the closest thing I’d seen to an angel. After breakfast we started watching Avatar, the bald kid, not the blue mosters, i love making Cassidy watch kid oriented movies or shows he seemed to be more calm and relaxed when we saw them, he was hesitant at first but with time he started liking them again, I loved the way he concentrated and he would pause the show to ask something if he didnt understand or sometimes he made up his own conclusions to what was next and I thought it was the cutest thing ever. "So is he like the ultimate bad guy?" He asked, as Zuko was yelling at his uncle. "No, his father is, but he doesn’t show up until later" I explained. "Ohh" He said nodding, he kept watching and didn’t say much, only laughing at things Sokka would say or do, I feel like he would take inspiration for Orange by looking at Sokka and his comedic antics. We kept watching for hours, he started reclining his head on my shoulder until he had his head on my lap, he was absently playing with the cordons of my sweatpants as I started brushing his soft hair with my fingers, i knew the show from front to back i wasn’t paying much attention, instead I would watch his features, the long bridge of his nose, the little concave part down the lower part of his nose, I loved that part. His laugh was contagious, it was like fuel to me, I loved the way the lines appeared beside his mouth because he smiled so much, I liked being the reason he smiled so much that’s why I’m always trying to break him especially if he is in character, this days it doesn’t take much, and he is just a very giggly person. That was part of his charm and it was easy to love him. We ordered food not wanting to even move from the couch, we heard the bell ring and we looked at each other. “Rock, paper, scissors?” I asked. “Shoot, two out of three” He answered smiling, he stuck his tongue out while he played, after losing the first two games he got up, resigned, he came back with pizza and a soda from the fridge, I concentrated in devouring the pizza but I felt him staring at me, I almost

chocked, I looked back at him a little embarrassed, I must have looked like a maniac, he smiled and I imitated him. We went back to watch the show afterwards, but I couldn’t shake the feeling that James was watching me, I started biting my lip unconsciously. Out of nowhere he turned off the tv and he sat looking directly at me. “What’s up?” I asked confused, he evaded my face for a few seconds, he scratched the back of his neck, unintentionally my eyes looked at his arms, he may not be the biggest guy but he is certainly more muscular than a regular person. “We need to talk” He said in a serious voice, he didn’t use that tone often so I was scared of what he would say. “Sure… about what?” I said. “I don’t know how to do this” He mumbled to himself, I put a hand on his knee trying to comfort him, but he froze, he looked at my hand and then at my face, his mouth a little open, he lost concentration, I was confused all around. “I… don’t know if I should say it” He said hesitated. “It’s ok just say it” I wanted him to talk, every second I was more and more afraid of what could come. “I love you” He says in shaky voice, he looks at me expecting my reaction, I didn’t know how to react. “I love you too” I say between confusion and without me trying to sound that way, it came out like nonchalant, but I was dying on the inside, he never said ‘love’ before, I started sweating from how nervous I was, he shakes his head. “You don’t get it, I’m in love with you” And there it was, my mouth felt dry suddenly, I could not move I couldn’t think straight, I didn’t say anything and he took it as a sign to keep talking. “I’m not sure when it happened but I am” He pauses for a second, he moves closer to me, taking my hand in his, he locked eyes with me, the shine in them was distracting me, but then his voice brought me back to reality, a reality I didn’t know I could be in. “I love the way your hair smells when we cuddle, I love to spoil you with your favorite dessert, I love watching movies and how you do commentary for them, sometimes it’s much better than the actual lines, I love your smile, I love your laugh and I do everything I can to see it every day, I know we’re supposed to be friends but I can’t fake it anymore I have fallen in love with you and if you are ok with it, would you go on a date with me?” I felt tears almost falling from my eyes, were did the emotion come from? Only he could make me feel like a million bucks, with his thumb he wiped my tears, he kept his hand over my cheek. “Are you ok?” He asked preoccupied, his thumb rubbing my skin lovely, I nodded as I smiled, I hugged the arm that was touching my face. “I think I’m alright, it’s just… I’ve waited a long time to hear you say that, and part of me doesn’t want to wake up from this dream” He smiled. “It’s not a dream” He said. James moved slowly towards me, I looked at his blue eyes as he closed the distance, he looked at me one last time, his lips were parted as he waited one more second before he kissed me for the first time, his lips touching mine as electricity rushed into me, his free hand went to my waist, I kept one on his arm and the other went to his hair, tilting his head to the side we didn’t waste time and deepened the kiss, but it wasn’t long before we had to separate. I looked at the floor for a while, I felt my cheeks burning hot, I felt like a teenager with my first crush again. “Defiantly not a dream” I said joking as I find the courage to look at him, he took my hand and kissed it. “So… what do you say?” He asks expectantly. “I’d love to go out with you”

Originally posted on October 7, 2020

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Chapter Seven - A Pretty Little Ribbon

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“I’m telling you Y/N, you’ve got such a glow to you!” Mei exclaims, dangling different colored ribbons next to your dress to see which would match better.

“Mei, that is what people say in regards to pregnant women.” You explain, playfully glaring at her. You were currently dressed in your undergarments and sat in your vanity chair, waiting for Mei to finalize every detail of your outfit.

“Well then, you’re brimming with excitement. And because of that,” she says, picking up your dress and the ribbon she decided on, “I know you aren’t going to be accompanied by Lord Iida.” You freeze up a bit at her words. Was I really so miserable when I was with him? You thought. You thawed, though, when Mei placed a caring hand on your shoulder. “There’s nothing wrong with that, Y/N. Your heart was just ensnared by someone else, not letting your feelings budge. It’s a marvel when that happens to a young lady.” You nodded and gave her a smile through your mirror as she began to fiddle with the buttons on your dress.

“That’s a lovely choice, Mei. The design is quite unique, do you know where it’s from?” Mei’s simple smile turned into more of a mischievous one.

“It was a gift. Lovely color, isn’t it?” It’s then when you put the pieces together. The dress was an ivory color and had a beautiful lace overlay, but what caught your eyes was the waterlily yellow ribbon that was tied around the empire waist. Shouto. Not long ago, you remember yourself telling him he would never see you in yellow again. How cheeky of him to have sent along that dress, but it made you admire him a little more. Finally, you were seeing the smart and cunning side of the duke’s son.

“Indeed,” you confirm, letting Mei help you into the dress. She fasents the small buttons quickly and then moves onto your hair.

“I think a ponytail will do nicely with this dress,” Mei decides, bringing your ornate brush to your hair and untangling it. “The ribbon is wide enough so that it will look lovely.” You let Mei twist your hair in whichever way she pleases. In the end, it always looks good. As she’s tugging the ribbon into place, you glance out the window to see the sun shining rather harshly.

“I ought to bring a parasol with me today.” You say absentmindedly.

“Want to borrow mine?” A sweet voice filters its way into your room, making you turn around to face your door. Ochaco is standing right outside your door, a cheery smile on her face.

“Ochaco, how lovely to see you!” You greet, standing up and making your way over to your future sister-in-law. “What brings you here? Please don’t tell me Izuku is still holed up in that office making you wait.” You worry.

“Oh no, nothing of the sort!” She assures you, easing your mind. “He’s actually about to be on a break right now, so we were going to have tea.”

“That’s good to hear. How have preparations been going regarding your wedding?” You wonder, letting Mei hand your lace gloves and clasp a dainty necklace along your neck.

“Everything’s almost finalized! It should be safe to say that the date shall be set for the end of the month. The both of you squeal in excitement.

“How wonderful! I’m so excited for the both of you, truly. It will be a dream to finally have a sister.” You and Ochaco share an eager grin.

“Y/N, I hate to interrupt both you and Lady Uraraka, but the time might be getting away from us.” Mei warns.

“Right,” you say sprucely, reaching to your side to grab your little hand purse. “Ochaco, I would love to accept your offer.”

The sun was beating down rather cruelly, and even through the shade of Ochaco’s parasol, the heat was still getting to you. You prayed that you wouldn’t sweat and if you did, you hoped that the lemony smelling perfume would be enough to drown it out. All around you, picnic blankets and canopy shades were set up with mothers sat beneath them conversing about the latest gossip while children were running around flying kites and playing ball. How far you have come from those carefree days.

“Y/N.” A soft and deep voice roused you from your thoughts, causing you to turn around and look for the speaker. Dressed in a smart-looking navy tailcoat, white breeches, and a soft cream-colored collared shirt, Shouto looked incredibly handsome. “I hope you haven’t been waiting long, the heat is absolutely blistering today.” He says, striding next to you and offering up his arm. You take it gladly, and the two of you begin to walk around the park.

“Not at all, I only just recently arrived.” You reassured him, offering a smile. He nods in return and the two of you settle into a silence, taking in the beauty of the day while also indulging in the little shade that the parasol gave off. It only took a few minutes for the temperature to rise even higher. Even with all of the tea and water you drank this morning in order to calm your nerves, your mouth was now undoubtedly parched. Shouto, too, seemed a bit too warm for his own taste. It was subtle, but you could hear him breathing a bit harder than normal.

“Would it interest you in going into town for a bit? I’ve heard there are some new outlets there,” Shouto suggests. The shopping district of town was certainly an attractive option to you at this point. Due to the tall buildings, the roads were usually cast in the shade and the stores were always fun to browse in.

“That sounds wonderful!” You agree, unconsciously tightening your grip on his arm out of excitement. His heterochromatic eyes seem to light up at your enthusiasm and immediately takes you to his horse-drawn carriage, letting you hop in as he tells his coachman the directions. You quite enjoyed the little ride, relaxing into the plush cushions of the carriage and making small talk with Shouto. You had a family carriage yourself, most young women of your status did, but like everything else, Shouto’s was just one step above.

“How is your brother? I hope he’s not overexerting himself by covering for your father’s duties.” Shouto asks, a slight worry laced in his tone.

“Oh, Izuku’s doing just fabulously with this whole predicament.” You reassure him, your smile showing how grateful you were for his concern. “I knew he would have to take over Father’s business and making sure that the family’s checkbook lined up correctly someday, but he’s doing very well.” Shouto smiles and leans back a bit in his seat.

“That’s wonderful to hear.” You think back to that night when him, Lord Bakugou, Lord Kirishima, and Lord Iida came over to your home in the early morning to help your brother adjust. After all, it was just the night before. Then, it dawned on you how you never apologized for your actions towards the very man sitting across from you.

“I really should have told you this sooner, but Shouto, I am so sor-” You are paused by the raise of his hand.

“Y/N, you have no reason to apologize to me.” He says sincerely, reaching forward to take your hands in his. “You did everything correctly. And while yes, your words did invoke some more than melancholy feelings within my heart, it was my fault that they were urged to be spoken in the first place.” His words are firmly put.

“Okay,” you agree, your cheeks a bit more flushed than normal.

“We’ve arrived, your grace,” Shouto’s coachman says from outside the carriage. Much to your chagrin, you unconsciously squeal with excitement as the door opens, causing laughter to escape from Shouto’s mouth.

“Shall we?” He asks, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

“We shall!”

“So, where would you like to go first?” Shouto asks as the two of you wind your way down the busy road, peering into the windows of stores. A little boutique caught your eye immediately.

“Ooo, that place looks just lovely!” You say, pulling him a little bit towards it. As the two of you entered the store, your eyes lit up. It might be a stereotype that women of your age were obsessed with fashion, but you didn’t really care. The dresses, accessories, ribbons, and hats that were displayed along the store walls and on the store floor were just to die for. And, like a bee in a flower field, you dotted around to look at all of them, Shouto in toe. You let your finger trail along a beautiful, baby pink lace ribbon.

“Would you like it?” Shouto asked, his voice lowered due to the privacy of the two of you and out of respect for the rest of the patrons in the store. You feel your heartbeat speed up as you felt his breath on your ear.

“It certainly is beautiful, but I left my billfold at my home.” You say, letting the ribbon slip from your fingers and swing back to its spot. “I’ll just come back a bit later in the week to purchase it.” You say, smiling and moving on to the next display to peer down at the fabrics. Unknown to you, Shouto takes the ribbon and hands it two a store worker beside him. He whispers a few words to the worker before following dutilly behind you as you ogled some hair combs. You came across a quite obnoxious looking one, the little silver comb absolutely covered with huge fake pearls and enormous enameled flowers. You put your hand over your mouth slightly to prevent the giggles that would’ve escaped otherwise.

“Y/N?” Shouto asked, causing you to snicker. Shouto’s eyebrows rose, a surprised but happy look on his face. “What’s so funny?”

“It’s just,” you whisper-laugh, covering your mouth with both of your gloved hands now. “This comb is simply outrageous.” Shouto’s gaze follows yours to the comb in question. As soon as he takes it all in, he too has to stifle his laughter.

“It is quite ridiculous,” he agreed, chuckling. From beside you, a helper was shooting you a less than enthused look, so you patted Shouto’s shoulder.

“Alright, I think we might’ve overstayed our welcome.” You murmur to him, earning a quick nod.

“I will be right behind you, I just need a moment longer.” He says, earning a raised eyebrow but nothing more as you smiled and exited. You only had to wait but a moment until Shouto exited the store, letting the door swing back and jingle as he held a small parcel.

“Oh, I didn’t know you wanted to purchase something! I would’ve waited for you,” You frowned, looking between him and his purchased item.

“Think nothing of it. Come, let me treat you to some cream ice. I’ve heard the flavors over in that parlor are the sweetest.” He says, letting you take his arm again and heading straight towards the little frozen desserts shop. The aroma lifted your already high spirits as you took a whiff, sighing happily against Shouto.

“Your Grace! What a pleasure to be serving you on this fine day. Shall I find a more private table for you and your lady?” You felt your whole body heat up. While yes, your intentions with Shouto and how you would like to further your future with him were clear to you, this was the first time anyone has referred to you as the young lady Shouto was courting. And it felt magnificent.

“That will do nicely, thank you,” Shouto says politely, letting the server lead the both of you to a shaded outdoor setting, only one table and two chairs occupying it. Shouto, ever the gentlemen, pulled your chair out for you letting you take a seat first before tucking you in, and then sitting himself down in the chair across from you.

“What will you and your lady partake in today sir?” The server asks, an over-enthusiastic smile on his face.

“I would like something with fruit, strawberry perhaps?” He asks as the server jots down his words dutifully.

“And what will your lady have?” He asked, still looking at Shouto. The red-and-white haired man looked in between you and the waiter.

“Well, you would have to ask the young Lady herself. Since she is the daughter of a Lord, I am sure she is perfectly capable of ordering ice cream. The smile on your face was now as wide as ever as the flustered waiter looked to you, your eyes locked with Shouto’s as he sprouted a smirk. If being gentlemanly wasn’t enough, he wasn’t overbearing either.

“I would prefer a Y/F/F flavor, if that is possible?” You asked in a saccharine sweet voice, your face painted as innocent as a lamb.

“Y-yes my Lady.” The waiter says, bowing to the both of you and quickly making his way out of the area. Now yours and Shouto’s laughter was perfectly audible.

“Thank you, Shouto. That was both eloquent and perfectly strict.” You compliment, reaching for the glass of water placed at your side.

“Well, no one should speak to a Lady like that in any way, especially you.” He says. “Oh, and before I forget,” he reaches into his coat pocket and pulls out the parcel, sliding it in front of you.

“For me?” You asked in surprise, you finger trailing around the twine that was keeping the little parcel wrapped.

“Indeed.” A giddy smile takes over your face as you carefully unwrap the parcel, letting the paper fall to the side revealing the ribbon that you were so interested in earlier.

“Oh, Shouto…” you breathe, lifting the baby pink lace ribbon. “You really didn’t have to-”

“I did.” He interjects, his voice steady. “And I expect you to get used to it. Before long you will be showering in a mountain of gifts and affections from me.” He says playfully, earning an eager look from you. Taking advantage of the moment, you reach up into your hair and let the ribbon you were currently wearing unravel, letting your hair curl around your shoulders. Quickly, you tie it back up with the ribbon Shouto got you, letting a pleased smile spread across his cheeks. “You look absolutely radiant.”

“It must be the dress color. I think it looks well on me, does it not?” You say cheekily, earning a chuckle from Shouto.

“You truly do wonders with yellow.”

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Beautiful Angel of Darkness (7/?)

Pairing: Spike x Female!Reader

Warnings: Mild swearing

Word Count: 1.8k

Part Summary: Y/N is starting to improve and live by Angel’s lifestyle. Then, someone pays her a visit.

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Six months later...

Who would've thought working at the law firm as one of Angel's team members would be so fulfilling? Granted, it took a moment to get settled... more like a month. There was a withdrawal period, not pretty. Angel sort of locked me away in his basement for a few weeks. After that, I bounced right back and started fresh! Now, I'm Angel's assistant, much better than Harmony. I gave her the boot as soon as I got released from the basement cell.

I step off the elevator to Wolfman & Hart with Angel's usual blood bag in a cup and my iced coffee. I drink my blood bag on the way here.

I set everything down at my desk in front of the firm's sign. The normalcy of having a daily routine again is nice. When I was with Spike, I thought normalcy would bore me to death. I guess Angel was right, there is some humanity left in me.

I knock on Angel's office door, blood cup in hand. When he announces for me to enter, I greet him warmly and immediately get into the day's agenda.

"Morning Boss, we have a busy day ahead of us!"

As per usual, he wears a crossed expression as he stands behind his desk shuffling through some papers.

He sighs in frustration, "Y/N, have you seen the-"

I place his mock coffee cup in his hand so I can grab the case file from under my arm. He glances between me and the file in amazement.

"You left it on my desk when you were leaving last night," I explain with a light chuckle.

"You're a lifesaver," he thanks as he eases down in his chair.

"It's what I'm here for," I shrug and lean against his desk beside him.

"Sorry for keeping you here late this week. I'm sure you much rather be home," he apologizes as he reviews the contents of the case. "I just... I don't know how to go about this."

"Maybe a fresh pair of eyes?" I suggest, reaching for the file.

Angel hesitates to hand it over. He doesn't like me working directly on cases. He believes I'm not ready for the gruesomeness of them and that the blood may trigger me to regress.

"Angel, I'll be fine!" I assure him confidently.

Reluctantly, he hands over the papers and I begin to skim the crime scene photographs. The police are involved, believing it to be a violent murder. However, Angel and the others are pinning it with a series of animal attacks the last few days. They suspect a werewolf. Angel wasn't wrong, these images are rather unsettling, but nothing I can't handle.

"Based on the slashes on the neck, I would agree with you and say it's not cut wounds. There are no signs of forced entry either," I analyze.

"But all of the damage..." He debates.

"It's from the attack. If you were being attacked by a werewolf, you'd toss a lamp and vase at it, wouldn't you?" I reason. "The front door is in perfect condition, except for the blood, of course. I suspect the victim knew their attacker," I determine and hand the file back to Angel.

He leans back in his chair, deep in thought. Humming, he considers my predictions. "That would certainly narrow down the suspect list."

"Was she single?" I question.

He frowns in confusion, "I think so, why?"

"Check her calendar, see who her latest date was with," I suggest as I rise from my leaning position against his desk.

"You got all of that from looking at one photo?" Angel remarks in astonishment.

I glance over my shoulder as I head toward the door. "Told you shouldn't let me help sooner," I wink.

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At noon sharp, Angel likes his second cup of O Neg. It sounds tedious, knowing exactly when my boss likes his blood. If someone told me months ago that I would be fetching Angel everything he needs, I would've killed them. Ironically, I've never felt never more human than when I'm at Wolfman & Hart. I feel like I have a life of my own, my existence. Before...Before Spike, I belonged to my family. Then, I belonged to Spike. Now, I belong to myself. Granted, Angel watches me like a hawk, but he's easing up.

Angel and the others hold a team meeting at the same time I'm supposed to deliver his refreshment. More and more lately, Angel lets me sit in on the meeting. It's usually so that I can act as a scribe while they talk, but I still appreciate the invite.

Carrying my files, notepad, and Angel's drink, I back into his office door as I'm handless at the moment. Right when the door gives, I immediately announce his dinner plans with a major banker to discuss his Greed Demon issue. "Don't forget tonight, the meeting with Stuart Lawrence! You have to be at his residence in Brentwood at seven o'clock sharp and-"

I stop dead in my tracks as my eyes flicker toward Angel's desk. Instead of just seeing Angel stressing over some papers, as usual, I see a bleach blonde vampire reading over his shoulder.

The paper coffee cup falls from my hand and spills on the floor by my feet. The substance coats my left heel, staining it crimson.

"Y/N..." Spike utters my name with his smooth accent.

"Oh my God..." I whisper breathlessly in awe.

Angel flies up from his chair and points to the door. "Y/N, get out of here!"

"Never took you for the lawyer type," Spike smirks mischievously as he slithers toward me. "Gotta admit though, loving the working woman style." He gestures at my body up and down like I'm a mannequin in a store.

Behind me, the other members of Angel's team enter for their meeting.

"Lorne, take Y/N home!" Angel instructs.

"Right away, Boss," Lorne complies.

"Take one step closer to her green goblin and I'll bite your head off!" Spike threatens sharply.

"Spike, stop it!" Angel barks.

"Oh come on, Angel," Spike dismisses as he closes in on me. His fingers comb through the ends of my hair. "It isn't like you to ruin a perfectly good reunion!"

My body tenses under his touch, much to Spike's dismay. It wasn't long ago that his embrace was the only thing that kept me tied down to Earth. Now, it makes me shutter.

"You shouldn't be here!" Angel growls as he rushes over to us and yanks Spike away from me. "She's been doing great without you!"

"Have you forgotten? She was mine before she was yours," Spike chuckles wickedly.

The English vampire turns to me again and caresses my cheek. His eyes continue to linger in my memories late at night staring at me intensely.

"Did you really think I was going to let you go?" He mumbles to me and the words make my heartache.

"Get away from her!" Angel hisses warningly, on the verge of throwing Spike through the top floor window.

Spike ignores Angel and continues to admire me. "Did you miss me, My Love?"

Yes.

I shake my head while I slip my hand over his to remove it from my cheek. "You hurt me. I can never forgive you for what you did."

Spike's face falters immensely. "Y/N... Let me explain! I-"

"No!" I stand my ground, something I never used to do when we were together. "You deceived me, used me, broke me!" I switch my gaze between Spike and Angel frantically until I find myself overwhelmed. "I... I can't do this... I'm sorry Angel, excuse me."

Thus, I hurry out the door past my coworkers before anyone can stop me. Both Angel and Spike call for me, but I ignore each of them as I gather my things and disappear onto the elevator.

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After today's cluster of events, a long shower was much needed. I have no doubt Angel will be visiting me once the workday is over, just to check-in. I can't believe Spike is here in Los Angeles. It all felt like a dream or perhaps a nightmare. How dare he come here after half a year and expect me to act as though nothing happened.

Immediately after my shower, I go to my kitchen to fix myself a cup of tea. I stick the kettle on the stovetop before I get dressed. At first, living alone startled me, but since then I've grown to prefer it. I like the peace. After long days at the office, time alone and space alone is what I need.

"Y/N," a voice makes itself known.

My hand flies up to my chest as I pant. "Spike! Jesus and Mary! What the actual fuck?!"

"A vampire scared of the dark... how ironic," he teases with a smirk.

"Get out!" I shout, pointing toward the door. "I'm not even dressed you feen!" I start to march back to my bedroom which makes Spike follow. What part of 'get out' doesn't he understand?

"Oh come on, Love. It's not like I haven't seen anything before," he insinuates.

"Get out!" I repeat.

"No, not until you hear what I have to say!" He insists.

"You love Buffy! Congrats! Now, go be with her!" I urge him away.

Abruptly, Spike grabs my forearm and yanks me to a halt. His free hand flies up to my chin and forces me to meet him in the eye. I fight him off, prying at his arms, but nothing works.

"I never loved her!" He barks at me. "Well... maybe a little once... but that was before I met you! That night I didn't cheat on you! I swear it! I went over to her house to kill her and when I got there she was crying! Her mother has been ill! That's why I couldn't come sooner... plus I... I..."

"You what?" I growl in disdain.

"I got a soul for you," he remarks calmly, nearly solemnly.

I frown, how is that possible?

"You what?" I question.

"I went to the desert, got my soul back so I could be like Angel..." He explains. "To be like someone you'd want to be with," he adds.

He softens his grip on my face. To my surprise, I don't pull away. I stare into his blue eyes with astonishment. How could he get back his soul? Is that why it took him so long to come and find me? For months I wondered if he would ever come... but he never did. When I finally started to get settled and moved on he shows up. Spike's hand falls from my face with a sigh.

"Forget this. Never mind," he starts to back away. "Have a good life, Y/N."

I stand frozen, speechless, and unsure what to do as Spike struts away toward the door. Thus again, he has disappeared from my life.

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How to Win at Christmas in 7 Easy Steps | KSJ

~summary:

How to win at Christmas... and maybe meet someone along the way. The story of how Jin ended up crawling through your hedge dressed as santa on Christmas eve. And how you were totally not heading to his house for the very same reason.

Jin x reader

~word count: 2.6k

~neighbour au, idiots to lovers, humour, crack, getting together

Rating: pg

Warnings: general chaos and gardening shears

~a/n: thank you to an anon for this idea for the ‘kim seokjin’ bingo square! (my requests are no longer open) I had a lot of fun with this one!

Step 1: pick your battles

Jin stared out of the window.

How dare she?

His neighbour across the street was currently on a ladder, fastening the end of a large string of lights to her house.

Previously, he had thought she was quite cute whenever he passed her in the roads.

But he would have to push that aside, given she was to be his nemesis now.

This was war.

The declaration was loud and clear, staring him in the face outside his window. If he wasn’t so intent on despising it, he might have admitted that the lights looked very good. There were fairy lights around the windows of the house, and hanging from the roof like glittery icicles.

Even the wreath on the red front door had little lights glimmering from within the foliage.

The final straw was really the series of colourful stars forming a stripe across the middle of the house. Other than those, he would say his decorations were roughly the same as these new arrivals.

Which was why it was very clearly a direct attack.

Step 2: make the first move

Looking between the Christmas lights on the shelf in front of him, Jin wondered if he was reading too far into it.

He was sure the stars on the left were the exact ones you had on the front of your house. Would that be too obvious? Settling for the ones on the right, although they were slightly smaller, he walked further into the store, looking for something that would really make his house stand out.

Half an hour later, a large wire Christmas tree could be seen walking across his front lawn, emitting several curses as it went.

Eventually, Jin managed to place it in such a way that it nestled among the plants in his garden without squashing any, and he hurried to switch it on.

Standing back, he admired his work with hands on hips. Perhaps he wasn’t very subtle, looking between your house and his, but he liked what he saw. That would show you. Stars bedecked his front porch in a very pleasing way, and now he had a Christmas tree lighting up his lawn.

What could be better?

A nagging hum nudged at Jin until his eyes cracked open, cursing as he found his room still dark. Legs still tangled in his sheets, he flipped himself over in order to peek out of his window.

The early morning light made him squint, but the moment his eyes were adjusted, he swore out loud.

As it turns out, the source of the humming sound was an inflation device, pumping air into a massive snowman on your lawn. It did look slightly like a melting marshmallow, but as it grew it grinned maliciously up at him, stick arms wobbling tauntingly.

He just gaped, dumbfounded, wishing he had thought of that.

Looking in panic down at his own decorations, he was alarmed to note that his Christmas tree would only look nice at night. Now that daylight slowly seeped into the sky, it looked more and more dull.

“Oh shut up,” he scowled down at the snowman’s growing grin.

A smart move on your part, he thought bitterly. Show off.

Step 3: make another move when your first one fails

Jin would settle for nothing less than a real showstopper.

He had gone to another shop this time, a little further out of town, but, most importantly, bigger. And therefore it would contain Christmassy treasures you could only dream of, little miss look-at-me-I-have-a-snowman.

He bypassed garlands, trees and wreaths, ignored the ‘Santa, stop here!’ signs and those weird window stickers he would never understand. Maybe he had been too optimistic about finding his Christmas holy grail in this place.

But then he turned the corner.

He had just entered a treasure trove. He had the surreal sensation that he was being bathed in a golden glow from the splendour before him.

Now this was more like it!

Everything in this section was large enough to fill his car, a life-size moving Santa beckoning at him from one side while a fake reindeer scuffed its hoof on the ground, mechanical whinny uttering from its mouth.

Walking further in, he identified the golden glow as coming from a large nativity scene. Rather disappointing, if you asked him.

But it couldn’t be helped, so he quickly came to terms with this and found himself not long afterwards debating between a full size sleigh and an igloo.

Chewing his lip, he rotated, assessing both of the items, which were on opposing shelves. The igloo would look very wintery alongside the white lights on his house and the tree in the garden… but maybe not quite Christmassy enough. A sleigh, on the other hand, was unmistakeably festive-

-and being stolen right in front of his nose.

He was rather taken aback to find a woman already halfway up the aisle with the box under her arm when he turned around. A strangled yelp escaped him as he realised it was the last in stock, and he had just been robbed.

Hearing him, the woman turned around.

It was you.

“Oh, hi Jin!” you exclaimed, grin taking over your face. Meanwhile, he just sputtered, mouth hanging open in outrage.

“Um, your lights look really good!” you spoke again, quirking an eyebrow at his silence.

The cheek of it!! He could not believe you had the audacity to speak about decorations in front of him like this.

“Thank you,” he spoke curtly, “yes, they do.”

“Okay,” you laughed lightly, “I better be going. See you around.”

Grumbling to himself, he spun back around forcefully, coming face to face with the igloo he would have to settle for.

“Okay, here’s the deal,” he hissed at said igloo, “you are gonna be the most glorious, majestic igloo this side of Seoul, or else! We’ll see who’s laughing in the end.”

In the end, admittedly, it was actually the shop assistants laughing at the man who seemed to have punched above his weight in Christmas props.

Staggering out of the door, he finally dumped his haul into the back of his car and took a breather leaning against the door. His house had better look spectacular after this.

Step 4: implement step 3

Jin would like to describe himself as modest. Among many other great things.

But even a modest man such as himself had to admit, his decorations looked pretty darn good.

Since fate had so cruelly stripped him of Santa’s sleigh, he had gone all out with the igloo. It stood proud and strong in the middle of his front lawn with presents stacked up at the entrance and a couple of little polar bear cubs just outside.

They even had little hats on.

He was sure the fearsome army he had created would scare you into submission. After all, no more items had appeared over at your place yet.

You probably bought that sleigh just to spite him. Classic sabotage tactic.

Shaking his head, he turned to go inside for a well-deserved cup of hot chocolate.

Step 5: contemplate defeat

When Jin opened his curtains the next morning, he almost fell over in shock.

At first, he thought it had snowed.

But he was mistaken, unless a snow cloud had in fact visited and snowed very specifically on your house.

When the hell had you found the time to do that? Or the ladder to do that? Your roof, as well as the tops of your windows and porch, were dusted in white. And the more he looked, the more he saw. You had even sprinkled some on your wreath!

Worst of all, that damned sleigh sat smugly in front of it, the cherry on the cake.

Begrudgingly, he was impressed. He should take a leaf out of your book when it came to intimidation tactics. Because they had certainly succeeded on him.

How on earth had you accomplished all that?

He sat down heavily in his kitchen, deliberately leaving the curtains closed for now. He leaned heavily on his elbow as he stirred a mug of tea, thoroughly fed up.

What was this feeling?

He had never met his match before. The smug satisfaction of victory had been rudely swiped from his fingertips by you.

But while he stewed in his disappointment all day, it seemed you had been busy. A knock on the door later heralded your arrival with a steaming plate of mince pies.

Oh, so you had to be better at baking too, huh?

“Oh. Hello,” he greeted as he stood in the doorway. His hand still gripped the door in his surprise.

“Hi,” you smiled, “would you like any of these? Maybe you already have some since you’re the only other one on this street with any Christmas spirit, but I thought I’d stop by and offer-“

“Yes. I would like to try some,” Jin cut you off, jutting out his chin. Then, realising himself, his eyebrows drew together and he uttered a sheepish, “thank you.”

Even your laughter sounded like Christmas, tinkling like bells as you followed behind him.

Once he had brewed tea for both of you, he completely forgot his intention to spit your baking back out in a dramatic display of disgust. His disappointment in himself only grew when he found himself reaching out for his third one, only then remembering that he was supposed to be opposed to your insufferable ability to do Christmas better than him.

It was only when it started to grow dark that the two of you realised the time you had wasted just talking. And only a small part of Jin offered to pop over with Christmas baking of his own purely to prove he could do it better than you.

A weighted breath left him as he shut the door behind him.

This would not do. He had to stay true to his ulterior motive, for goodness’ sake!

Across the road, your lights flicked on and he made another unfortunate discovery. Those weird window stickers might have been a good investment after all.

Silhouetted by the warm light of your house, a row of houses stood along the windowsill, dark blobs of snowflakes floated on the glass above them.

Tomorrow, he would completely coat his house in lights and wipe that smug, arrogant, gorgeous smile off your face.

Step 6: make a last ditch effort

By the time Christmas was only a few days away, your little competition had become quite obvious.

Your road lay in darkness, a few lone strings of lights flickering on the odd house… and then the vision was assaulted by two houses opposite each other: yours and Jin’s.

However, Jin only looked out with satisfaction. The plants around his lawn were lined with glittering lights, and more still were piled on the igloo that had become his centrepiece. Even the polar bear cubs had been ensnared in the cheery twine.

As he watched from his window, a family walked along, two kids clutching their mum’s hand. The abundance of light helped greatly by illuminating their smiles as they gazed at the lights on display. But to Jin’s dismay, they turned to your house first, pointing at all the things decorating it and jumping up and down in excitement.

Just a passing glance was thrown at his, before they were on their way.

His hands curled into fists. This simply wasn’t good enough – he had to win at Christmas. He always did! Who were you to threaten the reigning Christmas champion, Kim Seokjin?

There was a chance this was a questionable idea.

Just a small chance.

A little, teeny-weeny, itty-bitty chance.

However, this thought only crossed Jin’s mind as the twigs in the hedge he was currently crawling through nearly ripped his santa hat off his head.

Clutching it tightly to the top of his head, he shuffled a bit further.

It was a strange sight, from your end. As you stepped quietly across your back garden, a movement caught your eye. Freezing where you stood, you had to bite back laughter as Santa himself clambered inelegantly to his feet at the other side of your garden, emerging from below the hedge that divided your house from next door.

Just as he bent down to brush dirt from his red fuzzy trousers, you spotted what he was holding.

You were certain you hadn’t asked for a pair of gardening shears for Christmas.

Then Santa’s head raised, and your suspicions were confirmed. Eyes meeting yours, you could see the thought of I fucked up flit across Jin’s face. Very quickly.

“Um, err- merry Christmas!” he cried in a gruff voice, throwing his arms out.

And then very hurriedly tucking them behind his back as he remembered what he was holding.

“It’s not Christmas yet,” you pointed out.

“Well, um,” he glanced at his watch. It was still Christmas eve for a few hours yet, “I wanted to get to you early! You’re right at the top of the nice list… Hold on! What’s that!”

Following his gaze, you quickly chucked your own pair of shears behind a tree.

“What are you talking about?” you smiled sweetly.

“Were you going to sabotage my Christmas lights?” he cried, cocking his hips to the side and placing a hand on them, still clutching his shears.

An eyebrow raised indignantly. You just laughed.

“Clearly you thought of that first.”

“Yes, that’s right, I did!” he exclaimed, pointing the shears towards you and tilting his head as he berated you, “so don’t you go stealing my idea- why are you laughing?!“

Trying desperately to calm down, you put a hand over your mouth to little effect.

“Why don’t we just go inside?” you giggled.

“I’m sorry?”

“Come inside,” you repeated, “it’s Christmas eve, and I could do with someone as festive as you.”

“Is all this not festive enough for you, Miss Christmas?” he challenged, gesturing towards the glow emanating from the front of your house.

“Miss Christmas? You’re literally dressed as Father Christmas,” you appraised.

“Good point,” he shrugged.

Smirking, you opened the door and waited for him to follow you inside.

“So you… you knew I was trying to one-up you?” he asked as you got two mugs out.

“Mmhmm,” you hummed.

“I’ve never known anyone who can decorate like you,” he sighed, “what’s your secret?”

“Like I would tell you that,” you chuckled.

“So cruel,” he lamented, wiping an imaginary tear from his eye, “what can I ever do to make you tell me?”

“Go out with me,” you laughed.

Nearly choking on air, Jin stared at your back as you continued making drinks as if you had said nothing.

“What?” he gaped.

“I said, go out with me,” you explained, finally turning around, “on a date. I like you.”

Blinking rapidly, he swallowed against the fluttering in his chest.

“Can’t say no to that,” he stuttered, “can’t have you teaming up with anyone else, now, can I?”

“I’m not normally so competitive,” you laughed, the bells tinkling once again.

“So why-“ Jin frowned, but he cut himself off, eyes widening, “wait- was this- have you been… flirting with me?”

“No,” you replied, “I’ve been winning.”

“Yah! I definitely won! What are you talking about?!”

Step 7: maybe accept love as a consolation prize

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fabricated-misslieness · 3 years

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Tsukishima Kei x pianist gender neutral reader

Oh to run away with your partner to the middle of nowhere

Requested: Yes

Word Count: 1457

Warnings: Fantasizing life in the middle of nowhere (i know that lifestyle is not easy)

(no tsukki gif could ever be close to cottagecore)

Sometimes you think there’ll be a day where you become tired of each other and the repetitive days, a day where you want a change in life.

Just you, him, a piano, and the middle of nowhere. One day, you would no longer have things to say, he’d run out of snarky comments, you’d have no more songs to learn, the view from your porch would be boring.

Then you’re reminded of all the little things that make up the day; little things that make them all differ from each other.

There would never be a day where you didn’t have anything to talk about. Something always happened with the animals, the furniture, the garden or the town 10 miles away. If it wasn’t that, it’d be a stupid and spontaneous thought, a minor inconvenience, but you knew Kei was listening. Somedays what you talked about was your love for each other. You said “I love you” every single day yet you both always managed to find a different way to say it.

Days never go by where Kei doesn't give you a snarky comment. But the thing about it is, they don't mean anything anymore; if they're not about something recent then they've almost certainly been used before. In a way, that was what gave consistency to the day, that was what would eventually make you find the days boring. But, for goodness sake, he agreed to move in with you, you'd agreed to move in with him! You loved him, he loved you. Days were repetitive, full of labor, but he never let them get boring.

Nights always ended the same, both of you - dressed in your nightgowns - and the piano. Kei liked to hear you play, even if it was a new song you were practicing. There will never be a shortage of interesting songs you wanted to learn. An artist’s mind never ceases creating, however long the writer’s block.

The landscape never ceased to amaze you. Day by day, it told you something different. Sometimes you could spot an animal from a far; sometimes you could sit, hand in hand together, watching the sky show its beauty; some days he would compare its beauty to yours, some others you would compare its beauty to his. Kei even tried to recreate sunset, dusk, twilight, and sunshine with a painting. He was still learning, something you often joked about.

Yet doubts still played in your mind like a broken record. It shouldn’t even be playing with how warped and torn it looks, yet it is and your mind hears it clearly.

When this happened, Kei liked to remind you of your time in the city. He told you “Life here is so much better.” and he was right. You knew he was right.

Back then, you’d always fantasized about life in a cottage, the middle of nowhere. There would be no need for money or an income, as long as you provided for yourselves. Of course, it was an outlandish thought; the reason the world still spun was money. You hated that, everybody hated that, but nobody dared fix it.

And when he tells you, “It’s not easy.”

Your reply is, “I know, but with you, nothing is hard.” It’s not to say that he’s the ‘repairman husband of your dreams’ or a jack of all trades; rather, nothing will be overly stressful, you’ll never be overwhelmingly anxious, you’ll never feel exhausted as long as you’re with him. It means that he will be your source of energy and joy, the reason you keep going. But then again, he already was.

You’d toyed with the idea, mentioning it to him plenty of times. Unbeknownst to you, Kei had also thought about it. One day you’d offered to actually make it true - it was a few weeks after you’d proposed to him as a joke, with ring pops; never in your mind did you think he’d agree, and seriously at that - Much to your surprise, he’d agreed.

It was a time of his life where he'd reached a new low. Stress, dread, anxiety, and the crushing weight of modern life had put him through such suffering. The boss at his internship, which was called an internship yet it felt like a full on job, was really starting to stress him out with his old-fashioned views. He didn't even like the job, it wasn't even related to the stupid piece of paper he called a degree.

Speaking of which, he would never get to use that degree of his, but that was fine. The world was cruel anyway, and at the moment he needed an escape; that escape was you.

He didn't know what he was thinking. It was impulsive, a decision from his heart. But deep down he knew that if his heart wanted it, he did too.

It was a rough start, of course. Gardening felt like a magic that you felt as if you’d never figure out, electricity and water were something you didn’t even know if you could have, the idea of… butchering animals for your own survival felt horrible.

But you made your way through each obstacle and found a way of life.

Since then you’d made some additions: a single horse, a pair of goats, a couple of hens, your silly little cow, plenty of sheep, a few ducks, a clueless cat and a herd dog. You could basically call them family. Though most of those animals are… well, eaten. Neither of you could ever do something like kill the animals you’d grown oh so attached to, but Tsukki liked to joke about it, "I promise I won't do anything to the animals." Especially since you were the one that had spontaneously gotten all of them.

Your love never faltered. It only grew bigger and bigger, with each record you’d slow danced to in the dim lighting of candles in the night, with each sunset and sunrise spent admiring the sun together, with each little gift you’d snuck behind the other’s back - one time he got someone to turn your ring pops into respectable rings. Neither of you knew how you’d managed this, a healthy relationship where the two of you were each other's only human company. You were even fine with not marrying.

He loved to hear you sneak a break from your labor to play the piano whenever he was outside; knowing full well that he’d scold you but also knowing that he could hear you play. He loved to see you tend to the animals and plants. He loved when you set up little picnics for the two of you on a whim. He loved when you brought him a new book to read from town.

You loved to see the animals break through his infamously cold heart, loved to see him talk to plants as if they were talking back. You loved to watch him finish his last tasks of the day as the sky darkened. You loved to see him reading by the window, especially when it’s a book that you’d given him. You loved to see his attempts at painting.

But like every relationship, you had your arguments. He couldn’t understand how you could worry about your love ever disappearing, while at the same time worrying about it himself. You couldn’t understand why he wouldn’t tell you his own doubts. Such arguments might end with either of you on the couch, but you’d always make up.

When you wake up and roll to your side, see his sleeping figure right next to you, sunshine seeping in through the windows and making him look as if he were glowing; you know that your chest will never stop feeling warm because of him.

When you cup his cheek and wake him up with a kiss, seeing him yawn and stretch; you know he’ll never stop being beautiful.

When he says something, a goodmorning, a whine that you’d woken him up or could have kissed him longer, a playful comment about how you look; you agree that you’ll never get tired of him.

When he lays on your shared bed, watching you play a soothing piece on the piano; he knows that no matter how you look or how you behave, he’ll always love you.

When he beckons you over to come sleep, knowing that if he doesn’t stop you, you won’t stop playing; he knows that you will always be his own.

When you groan but say yes, flopping on the bed and wrapping your arms around him with a whisper of ‘goodnight’ on your lips; he agrees that he’ll never grow tired of you.

You’ll never be tired of each other.

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hela-avenger · 4 years

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poison & wine- crossed wires

Author: hela-avenger

Word Count: 2339

Summary: Prince Loki of Asgard is in need of a date to take back home. That’s where you come in with a task of your own to make the whole trip with an insufferable prince worth it. Too bad that things don’t always go as planned and you end up giving more than you can take. Fake-Dating AU.

A/N: I don’t know why I’m adding salt to the wound, but I couldn’t help myself. This is the beginning of the end everyone! Just a few more updates left for me to write!

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Loki needs a moment alone.

He needs peace. He needs silence.

What he doesn’t need is your handmaidens squealing in front of him in pure glee. Nor did he need you looking up at him in pure shock waiting for an explanation he didn’t have for you.

So he leaves.

And you’re quick to chase after him.

Loki can hear your soft steps enter his bedroom and in that split moment he comes up with a solution to it all.

“Loki?”

You call out his name again and he’s forced to grab the bag from his closet and walk out to meet you.

“What are you doing?”

“Packing,” he answers quickly as he sets your bag on his bed. “You must leave.”

The words are stiff in his mouth but this was the only escape he could offer to you at the moment. In his selfishness, he had dragged you into an engagement, a future union of marriage with him. And though it was never a part of his plan, Loki could not get the idea out of his mind now.

Of you, dressed and regaled in Asgardian royal fashion, walking down the aisle to him. To devote yourself to Asgard and most importantly to him and he would have the utmost honor to devote himself to you alone. The future King of Asgard on his knees for you.

If only he was still selfish enough to think of himself first, he would make that dream into a reality, but you didn’t deserve that. You deserved more which was why you had to make an escape now rather than later.

Loki attempts to reenter the closet to grab your belongings but you block him from entering.

“What’s going on with you?” you ask him. “You’re giving up so easily.”

The way you looked up at him immediately broke the mask he was wearing. Your eyes were laced with concern and worry, but not because of the current situation you were in, but because of him.

“What am I to do?” Loki can’t help himself but exclaim. “Odin has won. I will happily admit defeat. I will confess to everything. I… I should have never dragged you into this in the first place. Courting is quite simple but a royal engagement, a wedding…”

He has to stop himself from continuing.

After a royal marriage, it was standard to attempt to have an heir and the thought of you with his child was certainly a far fetched but beautiful dream.

Just a dream though. Nothing that could ever be real.

Loki tries to move past you but you won’t allow him. You shove him back as gently and gracefully as one is able to do. Your hand is warm and strong against his chest. That fire that attracted him from the instance he was met with it was back. Burning bright and steady in your eyes as you faced him now.

“I’m not leaving,” you state. “I’m not going to run away.”

“Do you not understand what would occur if we stayed?!” Loki exclaims.

“I understand well enough!” you exclaim in return. “This is a very unique situation but how is my departure going to help? Running away will reflect poorly on you and me. We just need some time to think of a solution so just… just stop.”

Loki lets out a sigh at your response. He had been so consumed as to what he was feeling that he had overlooked the toll it was taking on you. You were as panicked as he was, perhaps even more so.

“I… so how is this possible?” you ask him. “How are we suddenly engaged? Why are we just finding out about this now?”

Loki has to refrain from growling at the thought of Odin. This was another one of his tests. The ultimate test. One made to force him to yield which Loki was more than willing to do for the sake of saving you.

“It’s the Allfather,” Loki mutters, unable to hide his annoyance. “Odin can do whatever he pleases and when you agreed to a courtship with me, you agreed to a potential union in marriage. Odin has merely made the final arrangement which I never expected of him. He’s been fighting this courtship this whole time. I have no idea what could have possibly changed his mind.”

You turn away from him and he knows the severity of the situation was finally settling on you. You were pulling yourself away from him trying to ease his heartbreak without even knowing it.

How was he meant to tell you now that he was in love with you? Without making it seem that he had cornered you into an engagement behind your back?

“For whatever reason it may be, he’s certainly caught us off guard,” you whisper. “So we need to find a solution and quickly.”

“You can’t actually be considering going through with the engagement?” Loki asks as you turn back to face him.

“I mean… what do you suggest we do?” you ask him. “Break it off on the day of our engagement? That won’t go well!”

“Neither is us getting married, Y/N!”

Lok instantly regrets raising his voice at you. He can see the pain so clearly on your face at his automatic response.

“I uh… I didn’t realize how awful it would be for you to lower yourself to marry the half-breed,” you grit out at him. “A prince marrying a half-mortal! Oh, how the royals will surely talk. I’m sure you were hoping for an exotic princess or high-class lady, not some…”

It pained him that this was what you could possibly think of him.

You were wrong. Completely wrong.

“Some what?” Loki interrupts trying to calm your sudden ire. “A strong, stubborn, free-willed demi-god whose beauty I can’t even begin to put into words?”

Your anger is suddenly gone replaced by a shocked silence as you took in his honest words. Loki was amused and he couldn’t help but smile at you. A smile reserved only for you, not that you knew that.

“I should be so lucky to have you be my wife,” he whispers as he stands in front of you.

He can’t help himself now. The mask to protect his own emotions from showing is useless against you. Especially when you look up at him with pure unfiltered trust and a hint of admiration too. Loki wonders if you could potentially love him in return. That after all this time together, you had fallen for him too.

“You have to promise me, you won’t fall in love with me.”

Your voice rings so clearly in his mind that he’s shocked that such a memory would return so vividly to remind him of a rule you had made him agree to. It was as if you knew how easily people could fall under your spell and he had been a fool for having fallen for it too.

And why would you love him? Why would you choose him?

You open your mouth to speak but Loki is quick to prevent your rejection. He clears his throat and looks away.

“Of course, you deserve someone better than I,” Loki continues. “Someone who can love you in the manner that you deserved to be loved.”

Someone who isn’t too afraid to admit what he feels. Someone who wouldn’t make up excuses to prevent himself from doing so.

“You deserve that too, Loki,” you respond. “Someone to love you unconditionally.”

He can’t help himself. He laughs bitterly at your hopeful outlook in life.

“What’s so funny?”

“I...Well I,” Loki turns back to face you with a sad smile on his lips. He clears his throat, unable to meet your eyes and settling to watch your wringing hands. “As a royal prince, I had settled some time ago that I would marry someone for a higher standing in court. The idea of a marriage based on love was never in the cards for me.”

“You deserve to love and be loved, Loki,” you tell him and before he knows it, you’re holding him in your embrace.

You feel warm against his chest as you stand on the tip of your toes to reach his shoulders. He melts into your arms unable to resist settling his face into the crook of your neck. He breathes you in and has to restrain himself from pressing a kiss on your soft skin.

This felt right.

The way your bodies somehow manage to fit one another like lost puzzle pieces reunited once more.

By the Norns, he loves you.

The emotion scares him beyond everything he’s ever suffered through. Just the mere thought of losing you took him back to a dark place he vowed he would never return to.

But you weren’t his to have.

You, as he had, vowed to not fall for each other in the duration of your fake courtship. You, unlike him, had a lover waiting for your return.

Like he said earlier, you deserved better than him.

“That soldier of yours is one lucky man,” Loki whispers. “To love and be loved by you.”

You tense under his hold and he wonders if you knew about how he felt about you and If he even stood a chance.

“I’m sorry.”

That answers his question, but he overlooks his own heartbreak at the thought of your own happiness. You deserved it. After everything you’ve been through, you more than earned your happy ending.

It just wasn’t meant to be with him.

“Bucky Barnes,” he mutters bitterly as he removes himself from your hold. “The Winter Soldier...”

He turns away from you knowing full well that his heartbreak would be so clear on his face. He didn’t want you to have to deal with his emotions on top of everything else.

“...A lucky man, indeed, to have the chance of showering you with the love and affection you so deserve. If only it could have been me...”

You don’t seem to have heard him as you mutter your waiting Midgardian lover’s name in fondness.

“Bucky…”

Loki closes his eyes and tries to ignore the blooming pain that was spreading across his chest.

“I won’t judge you if you wish to leave,” Loki states as he forces himself to look at you. He steels his emotions away under his mask again hoping you would let him be this time. That you won’t ask him to reveal what he’s hiding. “I can deal with the engagement aftermath here. You don’t have to stay. You can return to your lover and forget all that’s happened here.”

You are quick to shake your head and Loki catches it. You don’t hide under a mask like he was. He could see a storm of emotions in your eyes. Loki just didn’t know what they could possibly mean.

“I want to help you, Loki,” you whisper to him. “All I want to do is help. Don’t make me leave.”

Loki takes in the conflicted features that ran across your face. The wrinkles on your forehead, the firm press of your lips… You were mesmerizing to watch as you thought through a solution.

“Look, Loki,” you call out his name. “You kept your side of the deal, it’s time for me to keep mine.”

“Y/N, you can’t actually be considering…”

“And what if I am?” you interrupt him. “It’s just an engagement, Loki.”

“Which will eventually lead to a marriage,” he reminds you.

“I know,” you answer. “But what if we just remain engaged? At least, until your coronation.”

“That can be centuries from now.”

“Lucky for you, I’ve got a couple of those left.”

“But Y/N… this is too much for me to ask of you.”

“You don’t have to ask,” you tell him. “I want to do this for you.”

“But why?” Loki asks.

Why would you do this for him? What kind of kindness in your heart would offer this kind of loyalty to him from you?

“Because one of us should get what they want,” you answer. Your hand comes to caress his cheek and he can’t help himself but warmly lean into your palm. “And you deserve to be king, Loki.”

He sighs into your palm craving to press a kiss there but quickly refrains as he turns away from it. He thinks over what you’ve said. The selfish side of him wanting to agree to it knowing it would keep you at his side for just a bit longer. But he couldn’t let himself be drawn to that, you deserve better from him.

“There’s a risk,” he comments. “A risk in which Odin will request that we marry before handing over the crown.”

“A risk we will have to take,” you state and Loki scowls at the simple negligence in your part. You’re quick to notice as you come to your own defense, “It’s better than the alternative, Loki. If we remain engaged, not only will Odin have to deliver on his word, but you won’t need to… I mean you won’t need to court someone for the sake of it. You can… you can take your time and fall in love with someone. If we remain engaged, we can have more time.”

More time.

More time with you.

Perhaps a chance to have you fall for him for a change.

He’s silent again. Thinking over if such a chance is even possible.

You’re watching him again and Loki can feel your hopeful eyes on him once more, begging him to just agree.

“Fine, alright,” Loki concedes. “Let’s remain engaged for now.”

Loki takes a deep breath and starts to organize his thoughts and emotions.

Perhaps, centuries from now, you could be his to have and love. He would just have to let you go for now, allow you to chase your happiness with a mortal, before he could have a chance with you himself.

“We do need more time. More time to resolve this permanently.”

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