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popcornpoppin · 2 years

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Asking permission - f. o.

pairing: finnick odair x fem!reader

word count: 7.8k+

warnings: sinful s m u t (18+++!!!!!!), swearing, sexist words, breeding kink/unprotected sex, slight dub-con?, possible cnc (not my intention but it can read that way), brat/brat taming, mention of murderous thoughts, tiny bit of degradation, jealousy, blood kink, overstimulation, edging, cockwarming, rope bunny/rigger, possessiveness, orgasm denial, light choking, light exhibitionism, daddy kink if you squirt- i mean squint*, WE´RE GETTING IT ALL TODAY BABES

prompts: "I own your mind, body and soul darling, remember who makes you scream.", "Let me show you who your real god is.", “If you want this, you’re gonna have to ask me. Nicely.”, “Bite me harder. Sink your teeth into my flesh.”, “If you keep making those sounds I won’t be able to stop myself”

a/n: this is part 1 of @andvys birthday gift/surprise so a happy birthday to my favorite, pretty girl!! i hope you have the best day celebrating, baby. i wish i could celebrate properly with you my love but for now this will have to do. i really, really hope you enjoy it, it´s been killing me not being able to tell you about it. so everyone reading this: go wish her a happy birthday!! uhm this is very long like finnick so have fun and as always remember to let me know what you thought <3

PS: in this for convenience i have them wear regular clothes rather than those gastly coveralls/jumpsuits that everyone in district 13 has to wear so it's slightly au but not really.

You woke up with a dumb smile on your face, your legs still trembling a bit from last night. Your hair was a mess and your cheeks still tear stained. Lightly tracing your neck you were sure it was covered in hickeys. Even though you couldn't feel them you knew you'd eventually be greeted with them in the mirror. Carefully tilting your head upwards you were met with the sleeping face of your boyfriend, who´s heartbeat was the only thing filling your ears as you laid with your head against his sculpted chest. You loved waking up first and getting to watch him in adoration as he slept, he always looked so at ease - so peaceful. His fluffy hair was slightly disheveled from your fingers gripping it tightly in the late hours of the night, a soft smile painted on his beautiful lips as he dreamt about his future with you. He looked otherworldly and you never grew tired of calling him yours.

Laying safely tucked into his side, with his strong arms wrapped around you, still made butterflies erupt in your stomach and you wished with all your might that you could stay with him like that all day. His bedroom in district 13 was like your own little safe haven. No one else had access to it or could disturb you there. You were free to admire and treasure each other, and share your love in whatever way you wanted. There wasn't any of the judgment or drama that you´d be met with outside of the bedroom door, only pure unadulterated bliss.

Wanting to get a head start on your morning and take a quick shower before you eventually had to leave for a meeting, you as slowly and unnoticeably as possible tried to shimmy your way out of Finnick´s arms; so as to not wake him. Your attempts proved futile though as you were met with his morning voice, that was even raspier than usual, and his arms tightening their grip around you.

“Where do you think you're going, pretty girl?”

His ocean green eyes met yours and like always your heart skipped a beat. He smiled at your lovestruck gaze and tucked some hair behind your ear as a soft chuckle vibrated through him. You could never tire of looking at his face, it was true that he looked like a Greek god but his eyes were still one of your favorite parts about him. You could drown in them over and over, they were so full of emotion and you loved how they gave you a small peek into his soul. Your favorite thing was to catch him in the act as he was staring at you when you were out among others. He'd look at you with the most lovestruck gaze you could imagine, his thoughts a million miles away - not registering a word anyone else was saying to him. It made you feel like you were the only person he saw, the only one that mattered in his eyes and he saw you brighter and more clearly than anything else in this world. And unbeknownst to you that was exactly how he saw you, just like you saw him.

“I´m sorry, I didn't mean to wake you” you replied softly, turning over on your stomach so you could properly face him and give his lips a short peck.

“No need to apologize, beautiful. I was already up, but I could feel those gorgeous eyes of yours admiring me; so I thought I'd pretend to be asleep for a bit longer” His smirk was cocky but his eyes were soft as he caressed your cheek. As always he was admiring you just as much as you were admiring him.

You playfully rolled your eyes before kissing his cheek and sitting up. Twisting a loose curl that was hanging down his forehead between your fingers, your eyes found his again “I was thinking of taking a shower, wanna join me?”

He grinned slyly up at you, his arms gripping your sides “No not yet, it's still early”. Normally he wouldn't have been able to pass up such an offer but today he had different plans.

He had a playful gaze, telling you that there was more intent behind his words. Picking up on his silent offer you leaned down, your lips pressing against his again; only this time rather than being short peck, it was a passionate and lingering kiss. You lightly bit his bottom lip, not hesitating to move your tongue into his mouth. He groaned against your lips, lifting himself up and leaning back on his elbows to easier meet your lips as he kissed you feverishly.

You made out in that position for a while before he pulled you on top of him and moved so his back could rest against the headboard. As your legs straddled him, your arms snaked around his neck so you could deepen the kiss. His hands moved all over you, exploring your naked body. You moaned into his mouth as his soft hands gripped your breasts, massaging them and occasionally flicking your nipples with his fingers.

“God I love this heavenly body of yours” he groaned, his hands moving down to your hips as his mouth covered your right tit.

At first he kissed all over your breast, sometimes leaving marks, before taking your nipple in his mouth and sucking on it. His hands slowly started moving your hips so you were grinding down on his exposed crotch. Feeling his cock against your slit made you whimper and as the heat grew inside of the pit of your stomach you knew you needed him inside of you desperately.

As Finnick moved onto your other tit, repeating his process, you started lining your entrance up with his cock. You teased your hole against his head, making you both moan in unison, but before you could lower yourself fully onto him, his hands moved to just below your ribs and lifted you off him. He softly placed you beside him before using his hands to push himself up and off the bed. You watched his back in confusion as he walked to the dresser to grab some clothes, leaving you horny and flustered on the bed.

You looked at his back with bewildered eyes and when he turned around, meeting your gaze, he only shrugged before saying “Come on, we need to get ready for the meeting”.

The whole thing made you question if what had just happened less than 2 minutes ago actually ever happened.

“We still have 30 minutes?” You exclaimed, the primal need inside of you going feral “Do you know what we could get done in that time?”

He chuckled deeply, a smile blooming on his face as his eyes scanned your shocked face in amusement. “I want us to get there before everyone else so we can get the best seats.” He answered plainly, walking over to you. He used his thumb to tilt your head up, swiftly pecking your lips before moving away again.

What the hell was he talking about? No one cared about where they sat during the meetings. Except for Plutarch and Coin, no one ever sat in the same place from one meeting to the next. Any other protests you had, however, died on your tongue as your boyfriend tossed you some clothes; before he headed over towards the bathroom door.

Grabbing the door handle he paused before he slowly turned around, one hand still on the handle. His eyes were dark and stern as they bore into yours “If you so much as think of playing with yourself I'm not touching you for a week” and with that he fully opened the door and entered the bathroom before shutting the door behind him.

Looking dumbfounded down at your clothes you sighed before moving the pile of clothes from your lap and pushing yourself off the bed. Shuffling through the small pile you found the thin, white thong Finnick had picked out for you. As you put on the underwear you examined the rest of the clothes he had tossed you. A pair of knee high socks, a skirt that stopped just above your knees, a cute - but pretty see-through - blouse, no bra.

After putting it all on, and fixing the blouse so your nipples were shining through as little as possible, you sat down on the edge of the bed and grabbed your hairbrush from the nightstand. You gently brushed through your rather frazzled hair, knowing that you´d encounter some knots after last night's activities. Finishing up with the brush, you combed your hands through your hair a couple of times to feel around for stray knots. Not finding any, you put the brush away and walked over to the mirror that hung over the dresser.

Looking yourself over in the mirror, you moved your hair to the side to see just how much of a mess Finnick had made on your neck. From your collarbone and up to your jaw you were covered in hickies, two smaller ones being right next to each other and forming a heart. The blouse only had a short collar, so it wouldn´t hide anything. Since the blouse was white and pretty new you didn't really feel like trying to cover up the hickies with makeup either. Many of your favorite blouses had been ruined by your makeup rubbing off and staining the collar. In the back of your head you wondered if that's exactly why Finnick had picked that one.

Your pondering was interrupted as Finnick emerged fully clothed from the bathroom. “You ready to go?”

You nodded briefly before heading towards him “Just let me go brush my teeth first”. You carefully squeezed past him to enter the bathroom, trying to ignore the fact that he was wearing the cologne that he knew drove you crazy.

Heading straight for the sink you lifted the lever, letting the water run as you grabbed your toothbrush and some toothpaste. As you watched yourself in the mirror brushing your teeth you couldn't help but think back to his words ´If you so much as think of playing with yourself I'm not touching you for a week´. It was tempting, you were alone in the bathroom and as long as you managed to stay quiet he'd never know any better. It would be nice not to have to sit through an entire meeting flustered and what if someone noticed the state you were in and commented on it? Moving your hand down and slipping it underneath your skirt you almost whimpered at the contact with your skin. You were already terribly worked up so it would be a quick affair and it would solve all of your current problems. You desperately needed some sort of release, and if Finnick wouldn't give it to you…

On the other hand, you weren't sure if it was worth the risk. If you did help yourself out, Finnick might get suspicious of the fact that you were suddenly more relaxed and not as needy anymore; and then he might realize what you´d done. The chances of him figuring it out were pretty high, he wasn´t dumb and sometimes it felt like he knew you better than you knew yourself. As you thought it over you came to the conclusion that he´d definitely know, so in the long run it wasn't worth it. Even just a few days without him was torture, he was insatiable and your need for him was inherent; there was too much at stake. Sighing, you decided against it and let your hand fall back to your side.

Spitting out the toothpaste and using the running water to rid yourself of any residue you turned off the faucet and put the toothbrush back into the holder. Re-entering the bedroom, you avoided Finnick's eyes completely - not wanting him to discern your inner turmoil. He raised an eyebrow at your odd behavior but didn´t question it.

When you had left the bedroom Finnick had spared no time grabbing your hand and interlinking your fingers with his. Finnick utilized the fact that your fingers were intertwined and pulled you into the meeting room. As you expected, no one else had arrived yet. Not a single team member was ever there earlier than 5 minutes before the meeting was supposed to start, but you decided against questioning Finnick; knowing it was futile anyway.

He dropped your hand as he fully entered the room, examining the chairs before choosing one in the middle of the table and pulling it out. You were about to sit down in the seat next to him when he made a sound of protest. You sent him a questioning look, your eyebrows furrowing in confusion when he patted his lap.

“We never finished what we started this morning darling” he rasped as a cocky smirk grew on his lips, knowing the effect his words had on you.

You quickly placed yourself in his lap, resting your back against his chest. The action made him chuckle.

“So eager” he purred, kissing just behind your ear as his hand started trailing your thigh and up your skirt.

You whimpered as his long, steady fingers hooked around your underwear and just slightly pulled it down. Pushing his hand down to your cunt, he cursed “Fuck baby, so wet for me already?”

You moaned as he started kissing your neck, two of his fingers slowly entering you. It was ecstasy and torture at the same time. Just as his fingers fully entered you, his thumb started rubbing agonizingly slow circles on your clit.

“Finnick” you whined, wanting him to pick up his pace.

“Patience honey” He chastised, making you groan in annoyance. He did however finally start moving his fingers, pushing them in and out of you.

“Fuck that´s where my fingers belong -” he murmured into your ear, kissing your earlobe. “- riiiight there” he smirked, curling his fingers as he found your sweet spot; making you moan loudly. The sound made Finnick stop his movements.

“Naughty girl, you want everyone to hear how well my fingers fuck you don´t you baby? What if someone were to walk past and decided to come in and stop us? You don't want that, do you?” He whispered as he slid his free hand up and wrapped it around your mouth.

Once he had a tight grip around you he started moving and curling his fingers inside of you again - the only difference being that your screams were now muffled by his hand covering your mouth. He pumped in and out of you at a rapid pace and you could feel yourself approaching your high. Finnick could also tell, by how your breathing picked up, and as a result added a third finger and picked up the pace even more. He continued vigorously pushing his three fingers in and out of you, making tears of pleasure start streaming down your face.

You let out a long whine as you felt yourself struggle to hold it in anymore. Just as you felt yourself reach your orgasm, the blissful haze starting to cover your eyes, Finnick pulled his fingers out of you and let the hand that was covering your mouth fall to his side.

“What the actual fuck Finnick” you complained, turning your head over your shoulder to face him as your jaw drapped open in shock.

“What?” He said feigning innocence, happily licking your juices off his fingers.

“I was so close” you groaned, sending him an annoyed look.

“I know” he answered matter-of-factly, flashing you a grin.

“You should've let me come” you argued.

“Hmm” he pondered, pressing his thumb to your lips “No, not yet pretty girl”

“Why” you whined, letting your head fall back against his shoulder in defeat. He just smirked, loving the sounds you were making and how much he was affecting you.

“I was thinking you´d maybe rather have my cock in you hmm?” he replied, looking down at you with a toothy grin.

Your eyes widened as you lifted your head from his shoulder and turned it towards him again, scanning his face to see if he was serious. “Yes, yes please. Fuck, please baby” you practically begged, but you were so desperate for release that you didn´t care.

“I figured” he smirked, planting a sweet kiss to your lips before starting to unbutton his pants and pulling down his zipper.

He lifted you up a bit so he could shimmy his pants and boxers just far enough down for his erect cock to spring free. Before you had time to react he planted you down on him, forcing you to take all of him at once as his hands still tightly gripped your hips. A loud hiss left your lips at the sudden contact but on account of his fingers already having stretched you out a bit, it didn't take long for you to get used to his size. Once you had adjusted to the new position, you started gently rolling your hips as you moved up and down on him.

Finnick tskd and dug his fingers even farther into your hips, holding them still. “No moving” he scolded, harshly slapping your ass with a flat hand to really assert his point.

“Why the hell not?” you groaned, growing exasperated.

However you never got an answer as the door was suddenly pulled open, revealing Plutarch and Coin, with the rest of the team entering not long after.

Coin raised an eyebrow at your position in Finnick's lap but made no other comment than a small huff before walking to her seat. Peeta buried a snort in his hand, the cheeky bastard.

Soon everyone was placed around the table and the meeting went by as it normally would, if anyone had any comments on the fact that you weren't sitting in your own chair they kept it to themselves. Luckily for you your skirt was covering everything, so it just looked like you were sitting normally in Finnick's lap with nothing unseemly going on.

What no one else in the room knew was how torturous it felt for you. Not moving was driving you insane, especially since you were already riled up from earlier. You wondered if you'd be able to shimmy unnoticeably just to get a little bit of friction, maybe you could play it off as if you were just adjusting your position in his lap to sit more comfortably. As if he could read your mind Finnick leaned in close to your ear.

“Don't even think about it” he warned, his voice barely above a whisper. His warm breath fanned your ear and sent shivers down your spine. You swallowed harshly, his hands gripping your hips even tighter to restrain you. How were you ever going to survive this?

The meeting droned on and on and felt like it had no end. Your legs almost gave out once it was over and you had to lift yourself off of Finnick. Him being the only other person to know your dirty little secret was right next to your side though, putting a helpful and steadying hand to your back. It was a small gesture, not one that would raise any suspicions; meaning that everyone else was just as blissfully unaware as they had been previously.

Once your legs felt steady enough you grabbed Finnick´s hand and practically ran back to his bedroom, not being able to wait a minute longer. He had chuckled whilst you dragged him along behind you, finding your eagerness very amusing.

The second both of you were through the door and Finnick had shut it behind him you grabbed his sweater, bunching it up in your fist as you pulled his lips to yours; keeping him as close to you as possible. Walking backwards as you kissed him, you used your hold on his sweater to pull him with you to the bed.

Finnick however stopped moving, using his strength advantage over you to force you to stop as well. He carefully removed your hands from his sweater, letting them drop to your sides, making you look up at him.

“You're such a needy little slut aren't you princess?” He chuckled, playing with a stray lock of your hair.

“Only for you” you grinned playfully, hoping that his choice of words meant that you'd get your way.

“Are you sure about that? I saw how Castor looked at you during that meeting. Thinking he could touch what isn't his” His eyes hardened, along with his grip around the strand of hair.

“W-what?” you spluttered, your eyes widening in shock and your brows furrowing in confusion.

“Don´t play dumb baby, you know how irresisteble you are.” His eyes darkened as he scanned your face in thought “I think I need to remind you who you really belong to”

“Oh god…” you gulped, earning a small chuckle from him.

He leaned in closer, his lips and raspy voice mere inches from your ear "Let me show you who your real god is"

And with that he pushed you down on the bed and got down on his knees in front of you. Finnick used his wide shoulders to push your legs apart before he buried himself between your legs. Your fingers instinctively tangled into his hair as he started kissing and marking your inner thighs. You couldn't help but let out a scream when his tongue curled around your clit, the ball of nerves shooting electricity through your body.

Normally you were better at containing the sounds he got out of you but all the buildup and edging had you nearly combusting from just his tongue barely touching you. You mewled as he licked a long stripe up your slit, his nose brushing against your clit before his mouth found its way back to it. He continued to suck on your clit with such vigor it made your hips buck.

Tugging on his hair you ground yourself against his face, needing him as close as possible as you felt yourself already approaching your high.

“Who does this tight pussy belong to?” he grunted from between your legs.

“F-fuck, it belongs to you Finnick” you barely managed to get out between whimpers as you rode his face. A particularly loud moan leaving your lips as he moved from your clit and dipped his tongue inside of your entrance; his thumb moving to your clit to replace his tongue. As his tongue moved inside of you, his thumb rubbed tight circles on your clit; making you arch your back to meet his mouth.

“That's right baby. Fuck, you taste incredible. I could have my tongue buried in you like this all day” He cursed, pressing open-mouth kisses to your throbbing cunt before burying himself inside of you again.

You were seeing stars and knew you wouldn't last much longer, even though you desperately wished to prolong it all and for the euphoric feeling to not fade away.

“I can't wait to feel your delicious cum on my tongue before I bury my cock deep inside of you” Finnick moaned against you, sending ripples through your body.

His words made something snap inside of your brain. Using all the self restraint you could muster you used your grip on his hair to move his face out from between your legs. Exploiting the confusion he was feeling you got up on your legs and started walking towards the bathroom before he had time to stop you. As you walked you desperately tried to hide the fact that your legs almost buckled under you and once you reached the bathroom door you clung to the handle for support.

“Where are you going?” He panted, his breath heavy as he looked at you in shock.

Ignoring him you slowly started pushing down the handle.

“Come back over here baby” he pushed out between breaths, the phrase coming out as almost a whine.

“Hmm” you pretended to consider his words “No”.

“Y/n, I´m not joking get the fuck over here” he growled, growing annoyed with your antics.

“Make me” you spat back, wanting to get back at him for how much he teased you earlier.

“Okay, that's it you little brat” He quickly got on his legs and stalked over to you, roughly grabbing your sides. Before you had time to react he had lifted you up and thrown you from the bathroom door and onto the bed.

Your back bounced against the mattress and you felt your head start to spin. As you laid on the bed almost paralyzed in shock he walked over to the dresser and rifled through one of the drawers.

“I've had it up to here with you-” he mumbled as he stopped rifling through the clothes when he found what he was looking for.

Pulling out some rope he started chuckling as he continued “- thinking you can tease me and walk away… acting like you make the rules here- but you're oh so wrong” His eyes were pitch black as they bore into yours.

He walked slowly over to you, eying you like you were his prey. “Hold out your hands for me” he demanded. You eyed him wearily, not knowing if you had heard him correctly. “I believe I told you to do something” he pointed out, sending you a warning and impatient look.

Not wanting to tempt fate you did as he said, putting your hands against each other and holding them out in front of you. He roughly grabbed your hands and started wrapping the rope around them, tying it into a tight knot; leaving no room for you to protest. He pulled your hands above your head and tied the rope to the bedpost. Tugging the rope to make sure it was properly in place he hummed satisfied. He then pulled your socks and skirt off before grabbing your blouse and tearing it in half, discarding it somewhere else in the room. Once he was pleased with his work his eyes found yours again.

“If you want this, you’re gonna have to ask me. Nicely.”

“And what if I don't want this?” You challenged, even though it was hard to make it sound like you meant it as the words held no real merit behind them. You also didn´t have the upper hand in the situation seeing as you were half naked and tied up.

He chuckled darkly, his fingers starting to stroke between your folds almost making you spasm as a result “You sure about that sweetheart? Because your body is telling me otherwise”

You whimpered, tugging on the restraints as you tried to use your body to rub his fingers against your cunt. “Please baby, I´m sorry okay? I´ll make it up to you, just.. I need you” you pleaded.

“Save your sorrys, I want to hear you beg for it” he answered plainly, walking away from the bed as he started undressing. You watched his movements closely, almost drooling when his back muscles were revealed to you. Once he had shed all his clothes and put them in a neat little pile, he sat down in the armchair in the corner of the room.

Watching your exposed form he started stroking his large cock. “Well?” He raised an eyebrow, waiting for you to start begging.

Watching him stroke himself as he silently moaned your name was making it hard for you to form a coherent sentence.

“Please baby” you groaned.

He laughed a hearty laugh “I'm sure you can do better than that”

You sighed, your mind not finding the words he wanted to hear. “Finnick” you whined, dragging out his name “I need you”.

No reaction.

If you wanted him, you really needed to show him how desperate you were. “Finnick, baby, please get over here. I want you. You´re the only one that can make me feel this way and I really need you inside of me right now. I don't know what I´d do without you and I need you close to me, always.” You looked at him with the biggest doe eyes you could muster, you knew you were laying it on ridiculously thick; but you had to.

He didn't say anything but your words still seemed to do the trick because his hand stilled and he rose from the chair. Reaching the bed in just a few steps he climbed on top of you, easily covering your body with his. He trailed kisses from your shoulder and all the way down to your mound. Reaching your underwear he took the thong in his mouth and used his teeth to rip it off. Once it was off he opened his mouth and let the dripping thong drop into his hand. He reached the hand holding the thong out in front of your mouth.

“Open” he commanded.

You did as told and opened your mouth, letting him place the ripped thong in your mouth to muffle the sounds you'd soon be making.

“Good girl” He praised, pressing a kiss to your stomach. “Now I think it's time for that taste I didn't get earlier”

Quickly burying his face in your cunt again, he cursed “Fucking hell you´re soaked baby” pressing a kiss to your mound he admired your dripping cunt “All this just for me huh?” He smirked, biting your inner thighs lovingly.

You whined but the sound, as expected, came out muffled. You once again tried to move your cunt closer to his face, wanting more pleasure, the action making the rope dig uncomfortably into your skin.

“Don´t worry pretty girl, I´m going to take good care of you” Finnick hummed, grinning at your impatience as he pressed his hand down against your stomach to keep you from moving. Once he was sure you were completely still he moved his face to your slit again, pressing the thumb on his free hand to your clit and burying his tongue inside of you.

You bit down harshly on the thong as his thumb rubbed and pinched your clit and his tongue curled inside of you. The heat pooling in your stomach grew quickly and you didn't know how long you´d be able to last.

“Now I know you´re already riled up from earlier but I don't want you to come before I allow you to okay?” he looked up at you, awaiting your response.

You meekly nodded, not wanting to tempt fate any longer.

His tongue moved in and out of you at a steady pace as he added more pressure to your clit. You tried to buck against his face, but his hand on your stomach made it impossible to move. Pulling his tongue out of you abruptly, Finnick let two fingers scissor into you instead - his mouth going back to your clit again. He sucked again and again as his fingers moved rapidly inside of you.

As he ate you out his eyes looked up at you, finding your eyes shut in pleasure he cleared his throat. Your eyes opened slowly and drifted down to his.

“I want your eyes on me at all times baby” he explained before enveloping your clit with his mouth and picking up the pace with his fingers.

You screamed against the gag and roughly pulled on the restraints as he pumped his fingers in and out of you; the pressure in your stomach became unbearable. You felt like you were going blind, your body feeling numb as you tried to keep yourself from orgasming. Sensing your struggle Finnick stopped his movement on your clit and pulled his fingers out of you. He licked your slit and tasted your juices before he moved his mouth closer to your entrance so you could spill on his tongue. His thumb started roughly pinching your pulsing clit as he awaited the salty liquid to spill out of you.

“It's okay. Come for me beautiful” Finnick rasped out, letting his tongue slip inside of you again. At his words you came violently all over his tongue and face as you bit down on the panties still in your mouth. He kept rubbing your clit and eating you out throughout your high.

Your chest was heaving and your legs shook as you tried to steady your breath. Finnick hummed and moaned at the taste of you on his lips before moving his face to yours.

“For this next part I want to hear all your pretty sounds” He smiled, pulling the gag out of your mouth before pressing a sweet kiss to your lips so you could taste yourself on his tongue. He cupped your face with his free hand, softly rubbing your cheek as he pressed his lips against yours over and over again- the salty taste coating the inside of your mouth.

“Feel how good you taste baby? Now do you understand why I can´t get enough of you?”

You were unable to give him a proper answer so you settled for a hum, still too out of breath and your mind too mushy to form coherent thoughts. As Finnick tossed the destroyed thong somewhere in the room and moved away from you, you let your focus drift to calming your breath. You slowly inhaled through your nose and softly exhaled through your mouth a few times, the action steadying your breath and normalizing your breathing pattern quickly.

Your eyes drifted down Finnick´s chest and to his cock, following your eyes Finnick let out a small chuckle before he turned stern. “Before you get my cock inside of you, I want you to earn it”

Your face looked like a question mark, what did he even mean? Thanks to the rope you couldn't touch him and it also made it so you could hardly move at all. Finnick noticing your confusion chuckled again “Don´t worry, love, I´m going to help you”

Moving closer, Finnick grabbed your hips and lifted you up, placing you softly down on his thigh “Now, I want you to imagine that you're riding my cock, okay?”

You meekly nodded, the restraints still making it difficult since you couldn't hold Finnick´s chest. You tried as best you could to roll your hips against his thigh, Finnick using his hands on your hips to help move and guide you. It was a foreign feeling but it felt good and you could feel the butterflies erupting in your stomach.

“Fuck, that´s it my love. A little faster for daddy now”

You let out a loud moan as you picked up your pace, your juices spreading all over his thigh. Finnick grunted before grabbing your face with one hand and pulling you into a deep kiss.

The body hair on his thigh slightly tickled your mound, his thigh pressing deeper into your slit with each movement. Finnick slowly moved the hand that was cupping your face down to your chest as his other hand continued helping you move. You groaned as he cupped your breast, gently massaging it as he matched your pace.

“You´re doing so well for me darling”

You whimpered into the kiss, the passion burning feeling inside of your stomach threatening to burst at any moment. Finnick moved his hand over to your other breast, wanting to give it the same attention he had given to the other one. With some help from Finnick you picked up your pace once again, moving as fast as you could as you rapidly approached your high.

“Fuck, baby this feels amazing” you moaned, the pleasure overtaking you.

The more you moved, the more you could hear yourself hit the juices you had already left on his thigh. Your breathing picked up, coming out ragged as you tried your best to keep from coming too fast. Goosebumps spread over your body as Finnick moved his hand down your stomach and to your slit, coating two of his fingers with your juices. Once he was happy with the amount he moved his fingers to your lips. You quickly covered them with your mouth, snaking your tongue around them and licking them clean before starting to move your head up and down. Finnick´s breathing hitched as your head moved up and down on his fingers, your eyes in deep eye contact with his. You bobbed your head around his fingers as you struggled to keep up the pace of your hips.

“Come on my thigh angel” Finnick grunted, moving his fingers out of your mouth and wrapping them around your throat.

He gently squeezed your throat, pushing you over the edge. As you came once again, Finnick helped keep moving as you rode out your high - his name spilling from your lips over and over again. As you calmed down, Finnick moved his chest closer to you, letting you rest against it. He gave you some time to settle before he lifted you off of him and gently leaned you against the headboard.

As your breathing calmed again your eyes drifted to Finnick, finding him standing on his knees as he pumped himself in his hand. Finnick, catching your eyes on him, reached his hand forward to you.

“Spit” he commanded. You did as told and watched in bewilderment as he rubbed the spit over his hardened dick.

“N-no Finnick, no more, I´m too sensitive” your voice shook as you spoke and you anxiously eyed his every move. You wanted his cock inside of you, you had wanted it all day but now you didn't think you could handle it. Your legs closed themselves out of instinct, still shaking from coming twice. Finnick didn't answer you and made no comment on the action before moving your legs apart, his cock sliding against your thigh as he moved closer to you.

He used his head to tease your entrance whilst both of his hands cupped your breasts, massaging them and occasionally pinching your nipples. He groaned at the sounds you let out, his lips kissing your neck and biting your sweet spot with just enough pressure to not draw blood. Flicking your nipples with his thumbs he started marking the parts of your neck that weren't already covered in hickeys.

As he pressed himself against you, you could feel the head of his cock just nearly dipping inside of you before it moved away again; his shaft slipping between your folds. His lips found yours, his tongue sliding against your bottom lip in a silent plea for entrance. You opened your lips for him, letting him devour you as his cock slowly slipped inside of you.

“Oh fucking christ you´re tight” he moaned, his large cock filling you to the brim and stretching your walls “God baby, if you get any more perfect I don´t know how long I´m going to last”

You moaned into his mouth, your fingers gripping the ends of his hair. “If anyone here is perfect it's you” you praised.

At that he groaned and pushed deeper inside of you. Moving his hand to press against your stomach he whimpered “Fuck baby, I can literally feel how deep I am inside of you”.

Taking your hand in his he moved it to your stomach, pressing it down softly and putting his on top of yours before moving his cock deep inside of you “Feel that?”

You let out a mix between a loud whine and a moan, making Finnick groan and bury his head in your neck as he continued his steady pace inside of you. “Fuck baby if you keep making those sounds I won’t be able to stop myself”

You whimpered before lightly biting down on his shoulder, wanting to bury the animalistic sounds that were spilling from your lips. The action made a sound erupt from Finnick that you'd never heard before

“Fuck” he moaned, picking up his pace inside of you and going even deeper “Bite me harder. Really sink your teeth into my flesh.”

You were a bit hesitant, not wanting to hurt him, but complied anyway. Putting some more pressure on his shoulder with your teeth you quickly felt a metallic taste coating your lips. Blood. Easing the pressure and swiping your tongue over the small wound you noted how you actually liked the taste of it, Finnick was clearly enjoying it too as he moaned and pounded even harder into you.

“Again” he ordered with a panting breath. This time you didn´t hesitate as you moved your head to his neck, leaving soft kisses on your way there. You slowly licked his sweet spot before kissing it and biting down until you once again felt his blood mix with your tongue. “Fuck you´re hot” he moaned, making you whimper. You loved hearing the sounds he made on account of you, if it spurred you on normally you had to be drenched right now.

Easing your pressure on his neck, you lapped up the remaining blood, pressing sweet kisses to the wound. Exploiting your closeness to his neck you started marking it with hickeys so it soon was matching yours.

Finnick groaned, pounding into you even faster. “I should've killed Castor for the way he looked at you during that meeting. If you weren't placed so nicely on my cock I don´t know if I would´ve been able to control myself”

You had never heard Finnick talk like this, it was shocking and a bit scary but it made the warm feeling pooling in your stomach even more apparent and you could feel even more of your juices run down your inner thighs.

"I own your mind, body and soul darling, remember who makes you scream." Without warning he removed himself from inside of you before slamming into you again, entering you fully all at once. You loudly screamed and clung to him for dear life as your nails scratched all over his back. You could hear your juices squelch around his cock as he buried his cock deep inside of you.

You let your head fall back against the headboard, your eyes roll into your head in ecstasy

“Eyes on me, pretty girl” Finnick grunted, tilting your head back towards him “I want you to look at me as I come inside of you”

You whimpered as he spilled inside of you, his warm seed coating your walls. Finnick kept pounding into you helping you reach your own release, whilst murmuring “My perfect goddess” over and over again.

“F-fuck Finn” You moaned as your cum mixed with his, covering both of you as it spilled out of your entrance.

Finnick started gently moving himself out of you. Once he was fully pulled out you sunk down into the mattress, completely exhausted. He started pressing soft kisses all over your body as he repeated how good you had been. He caressed your skin as he kissed a long trail down your chest and to your thighs. Slowly he let his tongue slide over the cum that was still covering your skin. He hummed as he lapped it up, his tongue moving closer to your cunt and teasing your entrance; making you involuntarily moan his name.

“N-no more” you panted, your chest heaving.

“You keep saying that honey but the sounds you´re making are telling me something completely different” he pointed out “I know what you want, baby, better than anyone else - even yourself. I know you´ve got one more round in you..”

You whined but didn't protest when he buried his face in your cunt once again. His nose tickled your clit as his tongue delved deep inside of you. He lapped and lapped as if he was starved of your taste, even though he had devoured it earlier this evening.

Your thighs clamped around him as he ate you out, shaking due to the exhaustion. Your fingers were gripping his hair so tightly you were sure you were almost ripping it out, but Finnick made no complaints. He just kept moaning your name as your taste coated every inch of his mouth and your juices spread all over the lower half of his face.

He licked and licked, making all kinds of sounds erupt from you. He loved the sounds you made and the power he held over your body. His warm breath fanning your cunt, as he devoured every inch of you, made shivers run down your spine. The heat inside of you felt like the lava inside of a volcano ready to erupt.

“Fuck Finnick, keep going” you moaned, pulling his face even closer to your cunt.

At your words he gripped your thighs and buried himself deeper in you. It didn't take you long to reach your high and you were teetering at the edge waiting for permission to fall off it.

“Finnick-” You whined, letting him know how close you were.

“Come on, let me taste you beautiful” he hummed, eating you out with even more passion than before.

Your cum flowed out of you at a great pace and the parts that didn't go directly into Finnick´s mouth covered his face. Removing himself from your slit he let you get a good look at him before he dragged his hand across it, getting all of it on his hand before he licked it up; groaning in pleasure as he did.

Once his fingers were clean Finnick climbed off the bed and walked over to the headboard. He gently untied the rope from your wrists, tracing the marks in your skin softly before kissing all over them.

“Wait here” he said softly before disappearing off into the bathroom. When he remerged he was carrying a wet rag in his hands. He gently washed your thighs, looking up every once in a while to make sure you were comfortable. You were exhausted and in a state of euphoria unlike any other. As you laid with your head on the pillow, looking up into the ceiling you swore you could still see stars cloud your gaze.

Once he was finished cleaning you up and had discarded the rag in the laundry basket, Finnick climbed back into bed with you. Wrapping his arms around you, he pulled you close to his chest and started kissing you gently all over.

“You did so well for me” he praised as he moved his hands up to your face again, combing his fingers gently through your hair.

“I love you” you mumbled as you felt your eyes drift shut.

“I love you too honey. Fuck I never tire of hearing you say that” he replied, kissing your temple as his free hand started tracing circles on your cheek.

“Me neither” you murmured happily.

The hand that was cupping your cheek suddenly started trailing down the rest of your body before it started gently swiping over and caressing your ass. “Baby?” Finnick asked softly.

“Hmm?” you hummed to show you were still listening, even as you buried your face deeper into his chest - ready to drift off to sleep.

“Are you too sore for round two?”

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Hey, congrats on 1k followers! U deserve it. Could u plz do “you look so pretty like this.” pregnancy sex, breeding kink, lactation kink (feel free to ignore any of these if ur not comfortable w it). Thx for doing this celebration. Make sure to take care of ur self. Love u

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Patrick always loved to see you feeding your little baby. In one way, it soothed him; in another, it evoked something primal in his gut that urged him to make you pregnant again, even though you were already carrying his second child.

Bateman stood in the doorway to the child's room, watching you lull your beloved son in your arms as you finished feeding him.

"When is my turn?"

You almost winced at his sudden question. Holding your baby closer, you turned in Patrick's direction to see him staring at you so longingly, his hands hidden in the pockets of his pinstriped suit.

"Shh," you pressed a finger to your lips, signalling him to be quiet. "He just fell asleep."

You continued to cradle your little treasure when you felt Bateman's strong arms wrap around your waist. With an affectionate smile, Patrick rested his head on your shoulder and covered your palms to help you hold your son.

"'Gosh, he's so beautiful." You whispered, tracing a finger along the baby's cheek.

"Well, he's our son, it's not surprising at all," he hugged you closer, leaving small kisses along your bare neck. "Let me put him in a cot and go to the bedroom. I have a gift for you."

Your heart skipped a beat at how sweet he sounded.

"All right. Thank you, dear." Delighted, you gave him the baby, before briefly pecking Patrick's cheek. As you turned to leave, you saw him gently cuddling your son, kissing the top of his tiny head.

When you entered your stylish bedroom, you found beautiful black lingerie that was composed of two parts: lace panties and a semi-transparent top. You smiled from the warm feeling that Patrick remembered that you were insecure about your round belly, although it was not big yet, you felt a little uncomfortable, especially when you were making love.

Patrick came exactly when you changed into your new underwear.

Excited, you sat on the edge of your big bed, running your hands over your cleavage, and this sight made his already hard dick twitch in his pants.

"You look so pretty like this," his voice was raspy from arousal, and his eyes darkened even more as they roamed ravenously around your luscious curves. "I'm so hungry, (Y/N)."

You could swear to God, every time Bateman said it, your whole body tightened into a spiral of consuming desire to be claimed by this man.

Again, and again.

Biting your lower lip, you watched him come closer, the large bulge in his pants impossible to ignore.

"Is this what you want, Daddy?" You teased him a little, pulling down the strap of your top so he could see your swollen breast, full of milk.

His loud gasp spoke for itself. As Patrick bent down to your neck, he inhaled your sweet scent, tickling your tender skin, and tugged down another strap to have full access to your delicious tits. Then he cupped them pretty tightly, forcing you to arch your back towards his strong arms.

"A-awwww … Patty," you moaned as he finally took one of your hard nipples in his mouth and sucked on it so greedily that the walls or your womb began to clench around nothing. "Oh, God … you're so needy."

"I can't get enough of you, babe." He grinned and pulled you into a passionate, wet kiss.

You whimpered against his pouty lips as his big palm slid down to your mound, his fingers brushing your sensitive bud through the wet fabric of your panties.

"When the baby is born, you will give me another. Yes, love?"

"Mmm, y-yes Daddy," your heart fluttered at the way he worshipped your tits, you couldn't help but run your fingers through his brown hair, pushing him closer. "I can't wait for the day when our son has a brother…" you hiccupped as he tugged on your peak and then continued to suck your milk. "…or a sister, mm-Patrick…"

"Me too, honey."

Trembling, you let him pull you into his arms as he sat on the edge of the bed, pressing your back against his broad chest. You looked in the mirror on the opposite side of the room and almost cummed just from seeing Patrick hugging you tightly from behind, caressing your swollen belly and licking your neck.

"You're so gorgeous, my love," he lifted you up a bit to undo his pants. "Mm, Daddy loves to see you like this, so round … mmm, your boobs are so heavy. My perfect girl."

" l-love you so much, Daddy."

Mewling, you clung to his tense bicep, your head spinning from his intoxicating scent, his voice, his soft skin, the way he touched your body.

This man felt like heaven.

Leisurely, Bateman lowered your hips onto his solid ones, impaling you on his thick cock, his hand holding your belly for support.

The moment you felt his taut tip reach your cervix, you almost fainted, tilting your head back and resting it on his broad shoulder. At first, he fucked you slowly, not missing the way you moved your hips rhythmically with his thrusts, but then he kissed your neck and muttered:

"Relax, honey," he palmed your heavy breast and spread his knees wider so you could put your legs on them. "You don't have to move … m-mmh, let Daddy take care of you."

Sighing heavily, you almost went limp in his sturdy arms as his dick moved so smoothly in and out of your feverish pussy. With a guttural sound, Bateman looked at your reflection in the mirror and picked up the pace. He never stopped nibbling and nuzzling your neck, shushing you with sweet kisses on your lips when you began to moan too loudly as he fucked you deep and fast.

"You belonged to me, mm-fuck," he growled into your ear, carefully holding you tighter as you both were so close to your orgasm. "Every inch of your body is mine. Every single one."

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Feather Serpent Goddess Chapter 7 - Dark Namor x Reader

(Please note you can find the Masterlist for this series at the top of my blog)

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Her head whips back like a lightning bolt. It as if icy water has been poured down her back, the feeling of hands and fingers and breathing and the mist coming from her mouth in the cool air is all so much.

(Y/N)’s heart softens a little when she sees her brother at her side. They are sitting in the dimly lit fog of a cavern. She scans the room, struggling to see anything for a while, until him. And how she could have missed him is a wonder. He is within arm’s reach of her.

Seeing him up close is no easy feat to endure. He’s handsome, that’s for sure, but when she sees his face, it feels like looking at a ghost. Is it passion or insanity she gleams in his eyes as his calloused hands roll down her cheek, his breath heavy.

“My beautiful, beautiful (Y/N).”

“I . . .” The voice that has always been hers now seems strange to hear. “I am not yours.”

Not trusting herself to say more, she goes silent but the King appears undeterred.

“I have waited so long for this moment. Eric. Leave.”

“She’s uncomfortable . . .”

“Without reason I assure you. Do not be excessively troubled for her, it could be very hazardous to your health.”

It is clear Erik is torn but at her nod, he squeezes her hand and leaves.

“You dare threaten my brother?”

“I threaten everyone my queen,” he smiles with all the warmth of a boa constrictor. She flinches when he takes a seat next to her, wrapping her in his arms. Her attempts to struggle appear almost unnoticed by him.

“Fear is the most effective tool my love,” he whispers, leaning closer and inhaling her hair with long deep gasps. “You will see that in time.”

“Let go of me.”

“No.”

“I said let go . . .”

“I’ve waited an eternity to hold my mate in my arms. You don’t know what that does to a man (Y/N). How many days and nights, drawing you, dreaming of you, the scent of your hair, the richness of your perfume. The last time you were here . . .”

“The last time . . .”

He touches a finger to her lips. “Forgive me. I spoke too impulsively.” He paused, her face in his grip, not letting her turn away. “We do not want to anger the gods.”

She laughs but there is no mirth to it. “My heart aches for you my King. Not at the top of the food chain after all.”

Her expectations are disappointed as he chuckles in return, ignoring the insult. “Call me ‘my King’ again. It reminds me of . . .” His gaze flickers to her lips. “Old times. You know I really do love you (Y/N). It started as a tiny spark but now, sometimes I swear I feel it burning my insides up . . .”

“That doesn’t sound healthy.”

“Oh I know it’s not!” he roars, his eyes twinkling with laughter. “I know it’s not. But you haven’t seen me before you.” His eyes glisten, empty husks. “You don’t know how bad I can get. I’m damned without you but if you remain, then perhaps . . .”

“You’re insane.”

“Love drives men to insanity.”

“Clearly you’ve never met my ex . . .”

As soon as the words leave her mouth, she knows she has made a mistake.

“Yes . . . your dear Erik has been educating me about your surface world.” He twirls a strand of her hair around his fingers before drawing her face to his with a snarl. “I doubt I will ever have the chance to meet these so-called exes of yours. What with them being deceased and all, it might make setting up a meeting difficult.”

“Fucking let go of me!” (Y/N) snaps and the effort it takes to kick herself free from him almost sends her flying down the stairs. “You’re crazy! You’re insane! And I don’t know what the fuck you want with me but I’m having no part in it! I’m gone! I’m out! Gone! Now give me my brother and take me home!”

“To your father?”

“Yes to my . . .” The satisfying smirk he has on his face makes her want to grab a stalactite and impale him with it. “What?!”

“I warned you.”

“You didn’t.”

“I warned you that love makes people insane.”

“You son of a . . .” He grabs her arm in mid air as she tries to strike him, bawling so hard it’s a wonder she is able to see straight. “I hate you! I fucking hate you! I wish I’d never met you! My body, my brother, my father! What else are you going to fucking take from me?!”

“Come now my beloved,” he murmurs, kissing her clenched knuckles. “You are going to hurt my feelings. You wanted to go back to your father. Now he is no more and hence there is nothing for you to go back to. You’re where you always should have been. You’re mine. Mine. Mine.”

With every word his face becomes more distorted, his eyes ever shadowy, he looks like a demon sent from the pits of hell and she is just crying and crying and crying and his eyes are as devoid of emotion as could be.

“My little feather serpent goddess.”

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obsessedwithtoomanythings · 10 months

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The Terrifying Ordeal of Falling in Love with Leon Kennedy

CHAPTER 6

Pairing: Leon Kennedy x Reader (female reader)

Series Warnings: Minor injuries, Leon teases reader a lot, Strangers to Friends to Lovers, Mutual Pining, Drinking, Drinking followed by driving, DO NOT DO THAT THIS IS FICTION, Anxiety, Leon S. Kennedy has PTSD, Leon has an anxiety attack, Anxiety Attacks, Swearing, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Nightmares, Leon S. Kennedy has Nightmares, Cuddling & Snuggling, Probably incorrect medical talk, Strangulation in one tiny little scene, Reader's brother was a cop who was KIA, Slow Burn, Slow Build, Grief/Mourning, Christmas Fluff, Mistletoe, Fluff and Smut, Eventual Smut, Arguing, Love Confessions, Looking for Alaska is mentioned, Inconvenient Love Confessions, Penis In Vagina Sex, Dirty Talk, Dirty Thoughts, Oral Sex, Cunnilingus, Leon loves eating Pussy change my mind, Shower Makeout, romantic smut, Desperate Leon S. Kennedy, They are both desperate for each other tbh, They say I love you as they come, Scar Kissing, Enthusiastic Consent, Always pee after sex, UTI PREVENTION, POV First Person, No use of Y/N

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June 2004

The smile on your face lets me know that you need me

There's a truth in your eyes sayin' you'll never leave me

The touch of our hands says you'll catch me if ever I fall

You say it best when you say nothin' at all

-When You Say Nothing At All, Alison Krauss

The door unlocking pulls my nose from my book and I lurch forward, eyes trained on the door in anticipation. As soon he steps inside, I spring into action.

“Leon!” I give him a fair warning before I launch myself into his arms, and with a huff of breath as I make contact, his arms wrap around my middle, returning the hug gratefully.

“Hey, sweetheart.” He sounds exhausted, words almost slurring together as he sways in his spot. “What are you still doing up?” I pull back, hands on either side of his shoulders to steady him.

“I was caught up in a book,” I admit shyly, and he huffs a laugh. “Are you hungry?” He nods. “I can make you something while you go take a shower if you’d like.”

“Would you?” I’m surprised by his responsiveness to the offer, his normal behavior to turn me down, telling me to go to bed and that he can handle it.

“Sure. What are you in the mood for?” As if he has the brain power to formulate that thought.

“Whatever. Nothing crazy though, please.”

“Got it. Just a simple lobster thermidor, then.” A laugh. A smile. Just enough to remind me that he’s here. He’s home. He’s alive. “Go. I got it.” He practically stumbles his way into the bathroom and for a brief second, I genuinely worry he’ll pass out in the shower. It’s easy enough to whip up a peanut butter and jelly sandwich, taking care to use the strawberry jam, since he mentioned his distaste for grape in passing on the one occasion that I bought it. I set it down on a paper towel, carrying it into the living room, and setting it down on the coffee table before cracking my book back open. I get through about 2 pages before I hear the bathroom door open, and I tilt my head back to watch as Leon emerges.

Oh fuck. He’s got a towel wrapped around his waist, skin still damp and it catches on the lamplight, and I swear, my heart stops. He doesn’t need to look like THAT. I curse any God that’s listening for making him so damn attractive. His hair is a scattered mess, evident that he just ran a towel over it to stop the dripping.

He turns down the hall and that’s when I see it. The slightly bleeding wound that cuts from the top of his left shoulder diagonally, across his spine, ending at the bottom corner of his ribcage on his right side.

“Leon, what the fuck is that?” I’m standing now, fingers twitching, thinking of exactly the best way to take care of this. Why didn’t he tell me he was hurt?

“I was hoping you were still in the kitchen,” he mumbles, turning to face me before I notice the plethora of bruises and scrapes that litter his chest and arms, along with a burn that runs covers the top of his right hand, which he is using the hold the towel against his nethers.

“Dr. Dalton wouldn’t have let you leave like that.”

“He didn’t. I didn’t go in. Figured it would scab over pretty quickly and be done,” he spoke nonchalantly as if the gash on his back would just heal magically overnight.

“No.”

“No?”

“No. Go put some pants on then get your ass back out here.” I head into the bathroom to grab my first aid kit as Leon clearly knows he’s been beaten, following instructions as to not incur further wrath. I sit down on the couch, setting the kit down next to me and opening it quickly, removing anything I think I might need. The injured man stumbles back out into the living room wearing a comfortable pair of gray sweats, obviously devoid of a shirt considering he knows exactly where this is headed.

“Where do you want me?” While still rifling through the kit, I reach over and grab a throw pillow, dropping unceremoniously onto the floor directly in front of me. Taking the silent cue, Leon drops to the floor, back leaning against my bare legs for a minute, until I part them to reach his injury better, the side of my knees resting against each of his shoulders. I grab the disinfectant spray before gently threading my fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, pressing his head forward carefully before spraying. His shoulders tense painfully and I softly run my fingernails along his neck, tracing his spine. Leon’s shoulders drop almost immediately, relaxing.

“Okay, I’m gonna put some gauze on this and wrap it.” Informing him before I move has proven to be the most effective way to keep him calm in these situations, knowing that if he tenses up, it’ll be 10x harder to finish this.

“I’m sorry I didn’t go in.” The apology takes me by surprise, given his apparent lack of care for his injuries any other time I’ve patched him up. My hands freeze in place, pressing soft gauze to his back.

“Why?” I find myself asking, as if having him apologize wasn’t enough.

“Well if it isn’t the return of Nurse Nosy,” he mutters, and I scoff, ruffling his hair with my hand that isn’t busy holding the damp gauze in place. “I was wondering when I’d see you again.”

“Don’t make me give you another injury that needs treating.” He snorts, his shoulders rising with the huff of laughter. “Pink or blue?” I ask and he turns his head, trying to see what I’m referring to. I hold up the two different shades of compression tape for him.

“Blue.” I nod although he can’t see it. I begin tenderly securing the gauze with the tape. I gesture to the coffee table in front of him mutely.

“Made you a PB & J. Strawberry jam.” I give him some leeway so he can reach forward and grab it, despite having to raise and lower his arms while I wrap.

“There is a comment that could be made about you making me a sandwich,” he mutters, mouth clearly full by the way his voice sounds.

“I wouldn’t say that to the person who has access to the painkillers,” I giggle, tucking the last strand underneath more wrapping, finishing up. “Can I see your burnt hand?” He raises the hand up above his shoulder, allowing me to dab it with a healing ointment as he clicks the TV on, flipping to a news station. I grab the remote out of his hands, changing it to something else before handing it back.

“I was gonna watch that,” he complains, but I know, deep down, he’s grateful. He watches that, all he’s gonna do is torture himself.

“I’m sure there are better things on. I bet I can find an episode of ‘Jeopardy’ if I look hard enough.” I feel his chest shift in a silent laugh before he takes the final bite of his super late dinner. “You’re really tense in your neck muscles, you’re gonna give yourself a headache.” I can feel his shrug against my knees, before he does, in fact, find an episode of Jeopardy. Leon leans back against the couch, and I rest my hands gently against the sides of his neck. He tenses immediately.

“Sorry,” I mumble, pulling my hands away before I feel his palms cover them, pushing them back to their previous resting place.

“I just wasn’t expecting it. It’s okay.” An apology and now permission to touch his neck?

“Who are you and what have you done with Leon?”

“Shut up.” There’s no malice behind the words, the only tone that’s evident is his exhaustion. I press my fingers to the backsides of his jaw before applying a light pressure to the sides of his neck, and the resounding groan I receive almost makes me stop in my tracks.

“I didn’t hurt you ri-”

“Please don’t stop.” Well now I’m thinking about THAT in a very different context. I resume the motion, repeating it until I feel his muscles begin to relax, moving to rubbing gently against his hairline. More groans, gasps, and straight up moans leave his mouth, and I wish I could say my thoughts were innocent by this point. Turning my attention to the TV, I focus on that as much as possible to distract me from the uncomfortable moisture in my panties.

After I’ve loosened most of the muscles, I take to just carding my fingers through his damp hair, his head lolling to the side to rest against the skin of my thigh, exposed due to my shorts riding up a bit. By the time the credits roll, I realize that there is a light snoring coming from the agent in front of me, and while I don’t want to wake him, sleeping with his neck at that angle will completely reknot every muscle I just loosened.

“Leon,” I whisper, running a hand gently down the side of his face. His face is serene, devoid of the worry lines I’ve practically watched attach themselves to the tender skin. With his eyes closed, I can’t help but wonder what he was like before Raccoon City. Before STRATCOM. Before everything. “Leon.” A bit louder this time, and he stirs, sitting up with a jolt. “Hey, it’s just me. You fell asleep on me and I didn’t want you to mess up your neck.”

“Okay.” It’s obvious he’s still mostly asleep, struggling to rise to his feet thanks to his unsteady limbs. “Thanks, baby.” Baby? Leon drops back down onto the couch, hands resting on the fabric beside his thighs for a moment before he speaks.

“Will you do that for a little longer?”

“What?” He gestures to his head.

“Your fingers in my hair.” Don’t.

“Of course. Come here.” I scoot back, grabbing the pillow from the floor and placing it behind me so I can rest against it, flipping the lamp off before laying down completely. Leon finds the blanket draped over the back of the couch, tugging it over his back and my legs before resting his head on the middle of my chest, and while I knew this was coming, it still took me by surprise. I settle with his head there, his face turned toward the TV I know he’s not actually watching.

“Your heart’s beating really fast,” he slurs, already on the brink of sleep as I thread my fingers through his blonde locks once more, finger combing the strands until I feel him start to snore again, a light sound that could almost be mistaken for breathing if you weren’t listening. But of course, I was listening. I’m always listening when it comes to him.

I fall asleep like this as well, his head on my chest, the smell of his citrusy shampoo in my nose, his breath warming the fabric of my thin sleep shirt, and my fingers in his hair.

Leon: @house-of-kolchek @bonnibuckets @athanasia-day @muffimtv Everything: @chaosandbubbles @kassiekolchek22 @akiramoon8088

#leon kennedy #leon kennedy x reader #leon x reader #resident evil fanfiction #leon kennedy smut

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dreamingofaizawa · 2 years

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Your x chubby!reader prompts are so hot,💓I’m thinking about turning the tables. Chubby Katsuki🤤

Oh my fuck I'm salivating rn.

Warning for smut and size kink below the cut cause holy—

Sure he feeds himself well, the whole 'my body's a temple and I only put the good shit inside it' is one of his favorite slogans. But he's learned that he's allowed to let go a little, learned that a little fat never hurt when he got tired of counting calories and planning every portion of every meal. So his belly's gotten a little pudgy and soft, and so are his meaty arms and thighs. Even then his waist is still so small compared to his broad shoulders. And if he were to stand with no size indicators he'd look like a perfectly proportioned bodybuilder, but he's humongous. He's tall and built like a brick house, you can barely wrap your arms all the way around his waist.

And sure, he's chubby, but he's still so big n strong. And yeah, he's chubby but that doesn't make him any less attractive, nor any less cocky. Because he knows how hot he is, even with that layer of fat covering all that bulk, especially with that fat on him. He’s seen the Tweets, the Instagram fan pages and Facebook communities dedicated to “dad bod pro hero Dynamight supremacy”. He sees the way most of his fan base gives him either heart eyes or jealous glares when he passes by.

But he doesn’t really care what they think, never has. He only cares about one person’s opinion. His favorite fan, and without a doubt his biggest fan: you.

You, who’s so tiny in comparison to his massive frame. He’s just so big you look itty bitty to him, a little teddy bear standing beside a full grizzly. He lives for the size difference between you. Loves how he can wrap himself around you and completely engulf you. Loves the way you have to stand way on your tippy toes and pull yourself up by his shoulders to even manage a peck to his jaw.

He’s obsessed with how big his hands look on your soft waist, pinching your thighs, your ass. How massive his fingers are wrapped around your throat while he fucks you stupid. It makes him feral just thinking about it. The sheer size difference between you makes him painfully hard, blood rushing to his cock whenever he pays attention to how small you look before him.

And don’t even get me started on his dick. He’s fucking massive. It takes nearly an hour to prep you on his tongue and fingers before he can slip that fat cock of his in your tiny little hole. You’re already half stupid as he lines himself up and pushes the thick mushroom head past that first ring of muscle, and when he slowly and steadily sinks into you you’re sure you’ve ascended. He loves seeing you fall apart for him, because of him, because of how big he is.

You swear you can feel him in your throat when he fucks you in earnest, folding you nearly in half with his big hands on the backs of your thighs, pushing your knees up to your shoulders and putting all his weight into every thrust.

It’s unhealthy how much I wanna bite him and that chub on his belly. AAAHHH I wanna bury my face in his tummy and just chew and suck on him, squeeze at his chunky hips and thighs 🤤

OH MY GOD and then doing the same when going down on him and deepthroating that monster of a dick. Just squeezing and pinching at all that fat while gagging on the thick tip of his cock, hearing him coo down at you with a palm on the back of your head, petting you and telling you how you’re such a good little slut for him. He’s laughing at you, degrading you for tugging at his fat cause you need something to hold onto, hearing him growl when you turn and suck deep purple and red hues into the meat of his thighs.

He nearly cries when you toy and tug at his chest that’s built up some fat. He gets so sensitive when you suck on his nipples and pinch them till they’re hard, his hips rocking up to grind his hard dick against your ass and his head thrown back as those pretty whimpers slip past his lips. And if you do it long enough, play with his pecs and grind down on his dick just the right way, he’ll cum bucket loads in his sweats. He won’t even blink as he then spins you and abs pins you face down ass up, ready to go again but instead stuff you full.

#PLEASE HOLY FUCK #this is SO BIG BRAIN #please nonny #GIVE ME MORE NONNY #YOU’RE A GENIUS #I’M OBSESSED #stfu wai #wai answers #sweet nonny #bakugou katsuki x reader #bakugo katsuki bnha #bakugo katsuki #katsuki bakugo #chubby bakugo #dad bod bakugo #bakugo katsuki mha

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raggedy-dxctor · 2 years

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Hello! Could I request/suggest something for Bruce Wayne? Something like reader (gn) has a younger sibling that’s like very Baby™️ and they somehow end up befriending the man? You can play around with this however you want, I just wanna see Bruce interacting with adorable kids because that’s literally the sweetest thing 🥺 of course you don’t have to do this if you don’t want to 😁💕

Curiosity | Bruce Wayne

pairing(s): mainly just a wholesome fic of bruce saving the reader's little brother, but there is a hint of battinson!bruce wayne x reader

warnings: none really, just soft and yearnjng bruce. not proofread so there might be typos

there was simply no way to express the gratitude of a relieved loved one, so bruce always wrapped up the rescue with a quick, reassuring nod and dashed off, aiming to avoid the repetitive gushing and snotty tears, but this time was different.

bruce couldn't help but smile slightly as he gently took the young boy off his shoulders and placed him on the ground, the mini ball of excitement spinning around to look up at him with wide, admiring eyes that bruce could swear he saw sparkle slightly. something inside bruce resisted thr urge to leave as the small boy gently grabbed ahold of his finger and pulled him towards his home. he caught himself smiling as the small boy leant up on his tip toes to loudly tap against the door. after the twwo heard frantic footsteps, the kid stepped back, letting go of bruce's finger and instead grabbing onto the bottom corner of his cape.

seconds later the dlor opened, the person behind it frantically apologising for their delay as they reached the entrance. as soon as the person saw the small kid that bruce had saved, they drip down to their knees and fling out their arms, tearing up as they profess how much they've misssed him.

the boy glances up to bruce, as if asking if he'd be ok if he left to run into the arms of who bruce presumed to he his older sibling, to which he replied with a smile and a nod, gently nudging the boy's back towards the open arms of his relieved sibling.

"oh my gotham oscar! thank god you're ok, mum and i were so worried!" they spluttered out as the going boy finally reached their arms, immediately flinging his small arks around them as they wrapped theirs around him and squeezed him tight, burying one hand in his hair as they welcomed him home, the tears freely pouring from their eyes.

"can i go get the drawing i did of mr batman?!" the small boy, who bruce now knew as oscar, asked excitedly, practically bouncing up and down before his sibling chuckled and nodded, leankmg to the side to allow him to sprint past.

bruce reluctant soub around, his heart aching as tears threatened to sting eyes, not only because the passionate display of a strong familial bond left an absence in his heart, but also because the idea of tiny oscar gifting him a drawing that he could use to remember him and his sibling by. "i know you've vowed against it, but he'd love for you to stay, you know?" they noted, grinning slightly as they leant against the doorframe. bruce froze and hesitated, before spinnimg around, the simple comment making his heart swell.

"i... i can-" bruce's hesitant denial was broken off by oscar charging back throw the door, a childlike drawing clutched between his hands. bruce basically melted and give up his hopes of leaning before he got attatched to the small kid excitedly jumping up and down infront of him.

"....may i p-" "of course you can batman, i trust you completely, you already saved him and brought him back, afterall" they grinned, allowing the vigilante to gently crouch down and pick the small boy up, sitting the small boy on his hip.

"this is for you mr batman!" oscar beamed, handing him a small, childlike drawing of the batman suit. bruce almost teared up on thr spot, noting that oscar was very talented for his age and had already learnt the alphabey, messily scribbling "batman' in wonly writing underneath, but bruce didn't care about the wonky font or the simplicity of the drawing.

"this is amazing kiddo! where did you learn to draw like this?!" he asked, slightly exaggerating his suprise as he carefully took the drawing from oscar's hand, whi smiled brightly when he took it. "my older sibling y/n!! they're amazing at drawing at they taught me how to draw this good" he nodded, pointing back to the fondly smiling person who still stood leaning against the door frame, a wave of adoration washing over them as they heard their brother's praise.

bruce chuckled and agreed with the kid, a slught hint of curiosity invading him as je peered over oscar's shoulder to his sibling, who clearly caught his eye and smirked, bruce panicked and his eyes immediately darted away, instead finding peace in the adorable drawing that was gifted to him.

bruce took a deep breath to hide his panic and grinned and oscar, gently placing him back on the floor, allowing him to run back into the arms of his sibling, who also pickdd him up and balanced him on their hip.

"i... better get going, the city isn't going to save itself afterall! i'm sure we'll meet again little man" he smiled fondly and he stepped back, giving oscar a small wave as he stepped back out onto the pavement of the street. before he turbed aroubd, he glaced up, to the eyes of oscar's sibling and immensely caught their eye, the eye contact lingering for what felt like years as his backing away slowed off.

something about the look they gave eachother suggested that this wouldn't be the last time they met. the curiosity was peaked in both of them and it truly felt as if today were fated to happen.

bruce drove home with a large grin on his face, removing his mask as he looked at his giddy smile, vowing to meet oscar and his mysterious sibling sometime again very soon, if not as batman then as bruce wayne.

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andysbubba · 3 years

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hello there! i just discovered this song called “emily” by james arthur and i was wondering if i could please request a dad! chris with that song? just him bringing his new baby girl home and him loving her 🥺😩 very softie right now tbh! thank youuuu x

daddy and emily

↳ chris getting some daddy-daughter time with emily

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walking dodger! em's milk is in the fridge. be back soon. you got this, papa!

ps; i left my phone here on purpose ;)

Chris freaked out for a moment, instantly realising that he's alone with Emily. He has never been alone with his little girl. At least not without you being somewhere in the house too. But now? You're nowhere near and Chris has no way of contacting you if anything happens. He's scared shitless.

Just on cue, the little girl starts blinking her eyes open and a soft cry leaves her lips. He takes a deep breath, calming himself down before he picks Emily up and cradles her in his arms.

"Good mornin', pretty girl." Chris says softly, leaning down and pressing a soft kiss on her head with a smile on his lips. "Daddy's here, baby. I got ya, okay?"

His heart warms when a tiny smile peeks out on Emily's lips, her eyes glinting and her small hand is wrapped around Chris' index finger. He leans down, and kisses her hand, watching as his little girl grins wider at the action.

"Lets go heat up your food and wait for mommy to come back with your brother, alright?"

He knows she doesn't understand what he's saying but you've always said that Em loves his voice and loves hearing him talk. And if that will stop Em from crying, Chris is willing to do anything.

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He's holding his girl up, palm rubbing her back so he can get her to burp. Chris doesn't really know why but you've always done it so he figures that it should be important.

"C'mon, baby. I dunno why I'm supposed to make you burp but mommy has always done it, hasn't she?" He laughs breathily when Emily giggles softly at his words. "You're the cutest, sweetheart. Just like your mommy, huh?"

"You think mommy's tryin' to test me? She's taking a long time walking Dodger, isn't she?" He chuckles softly when Emily finally lets out a quiet burp. He holds her against his torso and Emily's cheek is pressed against his chest. "I'll be honest, Em. Daddy's pretty scared you're gonna cry, so promise me you won't, okay?" He gently caresses her back, hoping to calm her down.

He regrets his words immediately when Em's face cramps up, scrunching into a frown before a loud cry leaves her lips. Chris' eyes widens, instantly pulling Em up and closer to him.

"Oh no, baby. It's okay, sweetheart. I'm sorry, daddy shouldn't have said that, huh?" He holds her, pressing soft kisses on her forehead. "Should I try and sing for you, baby? Is that gonna make you feel better?" His voice was soft when he turns Emily around and cradles her in his arms. Chris laughs lightly when his little girl calms down, staring up at him and sort of waiting for him to sing. He clears his throat with a smile.

Dear Emily I really wanna write this carefully Know that we're a family It's only you, your mom and me Dear Emily We're gonna live forever happily I'm gonna ask your mum to marry me But there's some things you need to know

He has no idea what he's doing but Emily stopped crying so Chris figures that he's definitely doing something right.

Poppa was a rolling stone playing in a sold out show, yeah Taking all the highs and lows, been living with an empty soul, yeah And if you ever read the things they wrote, I hope that you can let them go I was living in a different world before I had my little girl, yeah Emily When I hear you cry I'll sing you back to sleep Do you know you inspire all my melodies? 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily Dear Emily I saw you way before you came to me 'Cause I picked out your name and wrote it on paper I needed life and life came and gave me Emily Will I be good enough for you? The truth is I'm afraid of everyone and anything that could hurt you

Chris didn't even register the front door opening. He's too enthralled with how peaceful his daughter looks with her eyes fluttering close. But he keeps on singing the lyrics of your favourite song that you're always playing on repeat. He doesn't know who sang it but he has always felt that he could relate to the lyrics.

Oh, Emily If you ever feel lonely, just sit next to me Since we brought you home with us you're everything 'Cause you make me a better man than I'll ever be, ever be, ever be Because of you, Emily, yeah Oh, you're all I'll ever need, baby You're all I'll ever need, oh no, no no, no When I'm looking at your tiny feet I feel your heartbeat here inside of me I feel a love that I just can't believe

He's used to being in the public's eye. And he had a pretty wild life before you and Emily came into his life. The first time he saw a picture of the ultrasound and it truly dawned on him that he's having a daughter with the love of his life, Chris cried. It was easily one of the happiest days of his life.

He knows at that exact moment- there's nothing he wouldn't do for you, Emily and Dodger. His little family.

He sees some sort of movement from the corner of his eyes so Chris instantly turns, seeing you stand there and guiltily holding your phone up, seemingly recording his whole lullaby session. Dodger was obediently sitting by your side, so Chris has a feeling that you told Dodger to be quiet before you two came in.

"How long have you been standing there?" Chris asks quietly, a smile growing on his lips before he stands up from the sofa, careful not to move his hands too much so Emily stays asleep.

"You're the best dad, bubba."

He leans down when he's close enough, pressing a kiss against your lips and he rests his free arm around your shoulders. "You left your phone on purpose?"

You giggle softly at his question before you lean down and softly kiss Emily's cheek. "Thought you might need some daddy-daughter time. So I brought this guy out." Your hand reaches down and rubs Dodger's fur, laughing when he nuzzles into your leg.

"I'll go put this little one in her cot then we can have breakfast, okay?"

You hum as Chris leans down and presses his lips against your forehead before he turns around with Emily in his arms and going up to Em's nursery.

Chris sets Em down in her cot, arranging the pillows and the small bears so she's comfy. "Y'know, little one." Chris starts, hand reaching down and brushing Emily's hair off her face. "I've got a little ring hiding in the drawer." He whispers, leaning close to his daughter and kisses Emily's hair. "Once you wake up, daddy's gonna take the ring and ask momma to marry me, okay?"

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i have no idea what's up with me and babies lately– i swear to god i cannot stop thinking about being pregnant or like just carrying a baby jebdusbhssh 😭😭😭

thank u for reading! like comment reblog and follow if you wanna hehe <33

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waspenned · 2 years

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scenes from an italian restaurant • part seven • peter parker

you’ve never seen peter like this before. apparently, now is the time to be honest with each other. • 4k

warnings: a tiny gun whoops, some suggestive language but no smut, swearing

now playing: honesty by billy joel

part one / previous

a/n: IT TOOK A WHILE BUT THE NEW CHAP IS HERE my b ive been swamped LOL join my taglist for a wee message from me when I upload new fic xx

If it was any other time, the expression on Peter’s face, marred by his waiter’s cloth, would be hilarious. However, your brain is still dealing with the emotional whiplash of the moment, every fuse in your brain simultaneously shorting out and melting the whole thing into a puddle. Your ears ring with panic, the both of you completely still, sprung like a trap ready for prey.

“That was like, a rat, right-?” You whisper, and Peter shushes you, eyes wide, grip tight on your hips. His eyes are on you, but his focus is clearly somewhere else, the hairs on his forearms pricked up, and you can practically see him calculating. It’s semi-ridiculous, the both of you naked from the waist down, but the heartbeat pounding in the back of your throat is making it hard for you to see the comedy.

When you say his name, a soft murmur, he straightens a little, taking in a sharp breath. He seems to have figured out whatever he was deducing in his head, and he helps you down, setting you on the floor and gathering your uniform trousers and underwear.

“Pete, it’s probably nothing-”

“Get dressed.” He whispers, barely audible, a finger over his lips, and you comply almost robotically. It’s odd, the way he’s moving, tiptoeing around all silent, like some sort of cat. He’s always been strong, you knew that, but every step is incredibly controlled as he redresses, limbs tense and firm like a gymnast. You’d have to ask about it later, if he'd had any training. He’s over at the door in an instant, while you’re still struggling with your fly, cracking the door open a sliver and peering through it. You attempt to speak again, fill the awkward, crushing silence, only for him to shush you.

You’d be lying if you weren’t a little disappointed, the anticipation of everything still wound up in your gut like a coiled spring, your flesh still hot and sensitive to the touch. Everything else has been replaced by a sheer, dreadful feeling, though - oscillating wildly between the anxiety of maybe being caught nearly fucking your coworker in the pantry, and the embarrassment of nearly fucking your coworker in the pantry. Maybe this whole thing was a blessing in disguise; nothing good would have come of whatever was about to happen between you two, no matter how bad you really, really wanted it - and still maybe, kinda did. You could brush off a kiss (well, in theory) but you can’t brush off knowing what Peter looks like naked, how he feels in your hand, how he sounds when you find just the right pace. The acrid burn of regret is already charring your tongue, your face burning in the pitch dark.

Oh, God. Peter has seen you naked.

“Uh, so, about the-” You begin, barely at a whisper, deciding to do damage control to avoid as much awkwardness as possible. Trying your best to tiptoe over to the door, Peter shushes you again, clamping a hand down over your mouth. Almost instinctively, he’s pulling your body close to his, tucking you in to his chest and wrapping an arm around you. He’s still staring intently into the crack in the door, pupils moving a mile a minute. If it was any other moment, you'd be melting away into his touch, but the tenseness of him is seeping into you, your heart pounding.

There’s a horrid, weighted moment of silence, waiting for whatever it was to make another noise, or for the coast to be clear, and you can feel Peter’s heartbeat strong and paced against your shoulder blades. The clock in the dining room ticks, ticks, ticks, and what must be a century passes.

And then, another noise.

Peter’s hold on you tightens, and he jolts from the door, shutting it over and pushing you into the furthest corner of the pantry. It’s unmistakable what the noise was, you heard it hundreds of times a shift, and only now do you fully realise just what’s happening. In the front of Joe’s, the till must be about forty years old, the numbers worn away with countless greasy, callused fingers, then drawn anew with a sharpie. It’s sticky and rusted slightly on the drawer, and makes a heavy groaning sound when it’s opened, followed by the rolling of the hinge tracks and the tinkle of quarters rattling in the chipped plastic drawers.

And unless Joe’s has suddenly become haunted, someone is in the front of the diner, and they are opening up the cash register.

“Oh my God.” You’re panicking, eyes wide, voice only just reigned into a hissing whisper-shout, watching Peter root through all of his pockets, then his apron. Then, he starts ransacking the pantry, clearly looking for something.

“Please, you have to be quiet.” He’s almost begging - he was doing something akin to begging not five instants ago, but this was different, more selfless. Whatever moment you had was long gone; replaced by an awful, palpable fear that lingers in the air like smog that burns your lungs. There’s no time to mourn the almost, because Peter’s practically turning the whole pantry upside down, somehow completely silently.

“Oh my God, the diner’s being robbed.”

“Yes, I know.”

“Oh my God.” You can’t help it, your brain is barely working now, sparking and smoking from having to shift gears this quickly, and you can’t really bring yourself to say much else. You’ve been scared before - Sal offered to drive you home once, and you only barely lived to regret it - but that seemed trivial, surface-level. This was something rawer and colder, deeper, a flood of pure fear. Your hormones are all over the place, drowning you, the adrenaline slowly plummeting you from arousal to a pent-up, jumpy sense of terror. Checking your pockets, you notice a distinct lack of your phone.

You’re doing really well at the whole manager thing so far. Good job, idiot.

“I don’t have my phone.”

“Me neither.” Peter’s looking you up and down, frowning, like he’s weighing things up in his head, but you’ve got no idea quite what. He seems to come to a decision though, pulling a folding chair from a gap in the shelves and propping it against the door to wedge it shut.

“We’re, uh, gonna just have to stay put and wait for help.”

You can’t help it, but through the panic, you’re rolling your eyes at him. It’s definitely the safest plan of action, but something irks you about just having to sit there and let some random rob Joe’s dry, twiddling your thumbs. Something irks you even more about who ‘help’ might come from, because if you couldn’t call the police, there was only one other person who ‘help’ could possibly be.

“Oh, from who, Spider-Man?” It perhaps comes out more venomous than you mean it to, and Peter’s alarmed, more panicked by the idea of Spider-Man than an actual, genuine burglar stealing his wages.

“No!” He blurts out, before taking a breath and trying to wrestle his voice back to a whisper. He’s hesitant, trying to style it out, but it’s just sort of awkward and stilted. “I mean, maybe - I don’t know!”

“I was joking, man, why would he help us?” Suffice to say, your opinion on Spider-Man hasn’t improved since you last spoke about him - if anything, Peter’s joined the ranks of your coworkers in poking fun at your Spider-based opinions, elbowing you and bringing you tiny house spiders he finds in the dirty corners of the diner, holding up the glass and coaster he caught it with. The jokes were fine, you could handle them pretty well at this point, but the actual presentation of insects was far too much - they were weirdly attracted to Peter, you think. He never had too much trouble catching them and if anything, he liked being able to set them free outside. He’d always have this funny look on his face, the same expression as when he’d serve a customer a perfectly fried egg, like he’d done a good job and got to be all proud of himself.

Now, though, it seems his patience with you is finally beginning to wear thin. It’s oddly serious, more serious than talking about his Uncle Ben, and even more serious than when he was fully ready to have sex in the diner’s pantry, kissing you hard against the very same shelf that had nearly crushed you a few months prior.

“I don’t want to talk about this right now.” His voice hits a tone you’ve never heard from him before, something lower and straighter than usual, roughed by the hushed volume of it. You feel your stubbornness kicking up for the first time in a while with him, wanting to dig your heels in.

“Neither do I, but Spider-Man’s not gonna be at Joe’s of all places, Peter. Why would he care about us? There’ll be something blowing up across town that’s more important.”

“What is your problem with him?” Your tone ignites something else in him now, and it seems you’ve finally managed to strike a nerve with him. If it was still the summer, the younger, bitterer you would have rejoiced at finally getting a rise out of him - but now, it just produces some sort of sinking feeling in the pit of you.

“He doesn’t rescue people in real life, we’re not special. We’re two normies in a shitty diner on the closing shift - he’s got bank robbers to stop.” You can tell Peter wants to say something, and part of you wants him to argue with you, but he won’t. His face shifts, it's minuscule but you see it anyway, and he swallows whatever he wants to say, taking a breath instead.

“Please, we have to just hide and be quiet, okay? We’ll call the cops when they leave.” He’s trying to save the situation, and even though he turns around, you can tell his brain is computing, calculating how to barricade the door, or lock you in - keep you safe. You’re scowling now, and you grab at his arm, spinning him back towards you again - he doesn’t fight you, just looks alarmed. Guilt twists in your gut.

“What? No way dude, those are our fucking wages - we don’t get paid if they get stolen.” That rings in Peter’s head, you can see it echoing around behind his eyes, and his expression shifts slightly. It sounds dramatic, but it was true - the diner was old school and family-run, there was no ‘upper management’ or well of resources to pay you from. If there was no money in the till, there was no money going into your bank account. This usually meant that your wages were quite high, because the staff was so small, and Joe’s was popular with the city - but getting robbed before you had managed to lock the money in the office was a certain downside.

“So you want to get shot?” Something in you drops.

You didn’t know there was a gun involved. What seemed like pretty moderate danger had now escalated very quickly, and you weren’t quite sure what to do about it.

“They have a gun?”

“I mean, I don’t know!”

“Oh, Peter!”

Somewhere in the past, you’re stuck in the staff room, watching the kitchen slowly fill with smoke and left to wonder if your coworkers even got out of the diner unharmed, unable to help. In the present, you feel like you owe them something, some level of risk, to get even. People need that money, you need that money, but other people have, like, kids and shit - so you’re going to make sure they get it.

Ah, fuck. Goddamn whatever complex you have going on at the moment. Goddamn crime. Goddamn Spider-Man especially.

“Stay here.”

“What? What are you doing?” Peter watches you with a grave look on his face, pale and ragged, as you search through the cupboard clutter for anything that may be of use. You find a large pizza pan - maybe useful as a shield? - stained brown from the oven and heavy in your grasp. It’ll do, and you realise with a biled taste in your mouth that it’s really all you have to defend yourself. Pete grabs at you, tugging at your uniform shirt in an entirely different manner now; you know whatever expression he has on his face will wrench your heart from your chest, so you avoid looking at it despite the comfort it usually brings you.

“You’re not going out there.”

“I’m the most senior member of staff here, you have to do what I tell you to.”

“No, I don’t!”

“Just stay here, Pete. Please.” He’s trying his best to be defiant, but you’ll get your way - you don’t really have another choice. You’re technically responsible for him, the restaurant, and the wages currently being ripped from the till and stolen from the people you’ve worked with for years. Spurred on by some stupid sense of duty, and what can only be described as a flight response to the intimate moment not a few minutes prior; there’s nothing else to do about it, you have to keep Joe’s safe, and this - apparently - is the only viable way your brain can cook up right now..

“I’m in charge, okay? I’m in charge of you, and the rest of these people, and I have to look after them.”

“Stop it.” Peter’s eyes are wide and oddly shiny, too glossy for you to look at comfortably, and you avoid his gaze as if to give him privacy in whatever moment of emotion he’s experiencing. This just seems to upset him more, and he takes your face in his hands, his palms warm against your cheeks, the skin roughed from labour. “I’ll deal with it, okay? Let me do it.”

“Pete, these people rely on me to look after them and make sure they get paid. I’m their manager.” You’re trying to get away from him, no matter how much his touch quiets the panicked thumping in your chest, and he looks at you like you’ve broken his heart. “And with that role comes responsibility-”

Peter pales almost instantly, his face falling, tears springing to his eyes. Something inside you rips into a deep chasm at the sight of him, his voice intense and desperate.

“Don’t. Don’t finish that sentence. Please.” He’s tugging, grasping, at you now. Fingers scrambling along your skin for anything to hold tight. “You can’t go. Not after you’ve said that.”

The moment is raw, and there’s something underneath his skin that you seem to have pricked, some nerve you’ve accidentally struck. You’re trying to find something to say, to make it better, but you can’t think of anything.

“You can’t. I can’t lose-” Peter cuts himself off, his words dying away on his tongue. He’s looking you up and down, hands flexing at his sides. For a millisecond, you can tell he’s considering something, fingers stretching towards his palms. Then, nothing. “Please.”

And before he can protest any further, you’ve slipped through the pantry door, and slid the metal bolt into the slot on the doorjamb, locking it behind you.

The diner itself is eerily quiet and dark, brief flashes of light coming from the robber’s cellphone light as they illuminate the cash register. The atmosphere is thick, but you can hear the rustle of dollar bills in their hands, even though you’re a good few meters away from them. Crouching, you sneak across the kitchen, to the serving hatch, then dare to take a peek.

You can see a dark figure now, dressed in black, stuffing the day’s earnings into a backpack, backlit by the streetlights. All of a sudden, everything’s very real, and you feel as if your heart fell out of you a good while ago - like you left it with Peter on the pantry floor. This was no longer a hypothetical matter of moral duty, this was happening and it was happening now.

And somehow, the only part of your brain still working (the part that isn’t focused on the way your skin tingles after Peter kissed it) has decided that if the real Spider-Man isn’t coming, you’ll just have to be Spider-Man instead. A lot easier to say than do, probably.

Waiting until the intruder has turned away, you scurry along the floor, crouched low, until you can get yourself pressed flat along the back wall, and under the counter behind them. Your fingers are cramping from holding onto the pizza pan so tight, slippy in your nervously sweaty grasp. You adjust your hold on it, though you’re not quite sure what you’re going to do with it. You really should have thought this through. You probably should have stayed in the pantry with Peter.

Then, on the ceiling, something moves.

You swear for a second, that there’s a big, dark mass, creeping along the ceiling like a cockroach; the sight of it sending a bolt of fear through your spine. It’s something eldritch and awful, all limbs and joints but still vaguely human under the shadows cast over it. The stranger, nearly finished with their ransacking of the cash register, drops the wad of cash they were clutching, gasping at the shape on the ceiling. The bills fall inches from your toes, and the thick, hard hands of a man come scrabbling into view to try and collect them. The back wall is cold and hard against your back as you press yourself into it, tucking your body in on itself to make yourself as small as possible.

You think he’s still looking at whatever’s on the ceiling as he tries to gather the money, because he only hesitates when his fingers accidentally brush one of your undone laces.

Fuck.

Your heartbeat pounds in your ears as he stills, as he turns his head to look down. You can’t see his face, just hear his rattling breath and the rustle of his clothes, watching his hand collect the rest of the bills and then inching towards your foot. Your mind is racing, trying to decide whether or not to attempt to kick him, his dirty fingers outstretching towards your ankle as you push yourself further and further into the back wall.

That is until an odd thumping sound pierces the diner - rubber on tile, and silk shot through the air.

The stranger makes an odd sound, gravelled and rough as his hands, straightening up. Then, there's a strained grunt as some force slams him backwards against the back counter, the cutlery clattering in the trays. You’re scrambling out from behind his legs in an instant, checking the ceiling again for whatever thing you saw. It seems to have disappeared without a trace, but the stranger isn’t bothered about it anymore, because he’s regaining his footing and looking straight at you. You’re not sure if you recognise him or not, he’s just sort of generic-looking, but he’s freaked out, eyes alight like a caged animal. You attempt to gather the momentum to vault the serving counter, but it’s like you’re moving through syrup, your legs weighted and stuck.

He’s wiping some odd, tacky substance from his chest that you can’t make out in the low light, something that clings to his fingers like glue, then he’s reaching into his pocket and grabbing around for something you’re not sure you want to see. There’s movement behind you, in the front of the house, and someone calls your name from miles away, but you’re too focused on whatever’s about to happen in front of you. You blink, and a series of things happen.

One; something sends you stumbling to the side, a firm force planted into your shoulder blades, the warmth of it blossoming on your skin. You manage to catch yourself on the edge of the back counter before you fall into it and hurt yourself.

Two; there’s a gunshot, and the shattering of glass, a hair away from where you were just standing. The sound reverberates within you, turning your bones to puddles, and humming in the pizza pan that has managed to stay in your hand this whole time.

Three; you look up, and you’re greeted with none other than the business end of a pistol, a dark, unblinking eye. In that same moment, something flies into vision - some white streak of fluid - and rips the gun from his hand, sticking it to the back wall.

Four; before you can process anything that’s just happened, your body takes its own initiative, and slams the pizza pan down on his head. Whoever the fuck was in the diner is knocked out cold now, collapsing in a crumpled pile at your feet.

Your hands are still shaking when you come to, looking at the white substance that seems to have stuck the guy’s pistol to the wall. It’s thick and tacky, it forms tendons and limbs, it stretches its fingers out across the wallpaper like a hand, the gun nestled in its palm. It’s stringy, like the stuff you found on the jar in the pantry, all those weeks ago, after you sent everything tumbling to the floor and Peter caught you.

Looking in the direction of the gunshot, you almost want to laugh. On the photo wall, one of the frames has been blown to pieces, the bullet buried deep through the plaster right where your shocked, reindeer-antlered head would have been. You suppose you got your wish after all. Maybe you could get Sal to keep it with the hole instead of replacing it with a new one; make up some bullshit about preserving the history of the diner. You’d have to show Peter.

Peter.

“Peter!” You say his name in a gasp, shocked back to the situation at hand, unsure if he’s safe or not. What if more people came in through the back and ransacked the place? Stabbed him up? Left him for dead on the kitchen floor? Despite this, you still hope that when you look behind you, he won’t be there. You don’t even want to think about what could come after.

You’re turning, hoping you just spoke out loud to an empty diner; you’re turning with no idea what you’re going to do, about Peter or the ceiling monster you apparently now have to deal with.

“Are you okay?”

Great. You’re not sure to be upset or relieved.

Peter says your name about a hundred times, between strings of fervent apologies and other anxious ramblings. His hair is ruffled into a wild thatch from raking his fingers through, his face sparked into a hybrid of focus and panic. The vice on your chest relaxes from sheer relief that he’s close to you and unharmed - then immediately clutches you again when you realise he did the exact opposite of what you asked.

And then there’s that gaping pit in your stomach. The one that’s been growing since you had to lock yourself in the staff room and plug the door with old tablecloths to stop the smoke from getting through.

He’s alert and wound tight, that beautiful brain of his working a mile a minute; his hand is outstretched towards you, his eyebrows furrowed low. He’s still mumbling and you’re not listening, your ears ringing from the gunshot; his voice just adding to the din.

“Peter.” You say again, dumbstruck, and he cringes, screwing his eyes up as he keeps talking, the whole thing coming out in one long sound. Something simmers under your skin and in your gut.

“I’m sorry, I know you told me to stay, I’m sorry, I just kept thinking about Ben, and the gun, and-“

“Peter.”

“And what you said before, I couldn’t just sit there knowing you could get hurt, and after I lost-“

“Peter!” This one cuts through to him, puts a stopper in his mouth. You’re mad, that’s what it is, and the adrenaline pumping through you doesn’t help. It’s confusing, you can’t quite pinpoint what you’re mad at, but it’s got you wound up - so you pick something to vent your frustration at; your hand flung towards the white shit on the wall, glueing down a weapon that could have killed either one of you. “What the fuck is that?!”

Peter flinches. Strong, brave Peter flinches at you. He’s small, tiny even, shrinking under your gaze and betraying his every emotion with his eyes. He’s caught, cornered, backed into something he couldn’t possibly get himself out of.

“Is that your question for the day?” He asks, breathless, and you grow more exasperated.

“What?”

“Is that your question for the day?” When he repeats himself, he’s louder, but his still voice trembles. Usually, he fidgets, but he’s unnaturally still - rigid in what you can only describe as not a fight or flight response, but a freeze. “Because if it is, I have to be honest.”

You don’t want to push him, but it seems like you’ve fallen into your old ways of snark and bitterness, because you’re snapping at him, even though his reaction makes you want to cry.

“Yeah, it is! Does it matter?”

He’s upset - you’ve upset him, you horrid thing. Peter opens, then closes his mouth, and repeats this a good few times before he finally settles on what he wants to say. He’s shaking, you can see it in his hands as he turns to check that the intruder is still out cold on the diner floor.

In that same moment, you realise what all this mysterious tacky stuff has been - what you found on that jar, what’s glueing the gun to the wall. You’ve seen it before, splatters of it on the sidewalk, hanging from streetlights and awnings, trailing in the wind from skyscrapers. It’s not glue, or streamers, or spray paint - it’s a web.

Peter Parker takes a breath, and holds your gaze.

“I’m kind of sort of Spider-Man.”

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the first year | jjk (m)

genre; parents au + established relationship au

pairing; dad!jungkook x fem reader

✎ summary; in which jungkook learns that his new life as a parent can be difficult at times and that it takes a great amount of patience, but even with all that, jungkook wouldn’t trade it for anything.

warnings; my weak attempt at being funny, jungkook as a dad, SMUT; sexual activities, fingering, swearing, light dirty talk, actual sex, jungkook being a simp for his baby mama

word count; 4,121

➵ READ PART 1 HERE

a/n; here’s a part 2 of my dad!jungkook fic - hope you like it, enjoy!! also, please feel free to give some feedback <3 didn’t proof read at all, ignore any possible typos thx

Parenting is anything but easy.

That is something Jungkook has learned after the first few months of being a dad. His daughter is usually very easy to handle, very peaceful at most times and over all a very happy baby. However, she likes to wake him up in the middle of the night with loud cries. At this point Jungkook can’t even remember what it feels like to get 8 hours of sleep at night.

Tonight seems to be another one of those nights. Her cries are nothing but irritation, not satisfied with the lack of attention. Jungkook has learned the differences in her cries from the way they sound and whether there are tears or not. Sometimes she’s only doing it just to get some attention when all she really has to do is sleep. She must have inherited her mother’s temper and need for attention.

A heavy sigh falls from Jungkook’s lips, eyes still closed as he waits a few moments, hoping she’ll fall back to sleep without him having to get up and go to her room. Beside him, his girlfriend and the mother of his daughter is stirring, turning over to face Jungkook’s back. Scooting closer, you reach out to touch his back, your palm running up and down.

“I’ll get her,” you softly tell him, speaking into the darkness before blindlessly pressing a kiss to the skin of his back. Before you can get out of bed, Jungkook is getting up. You watch as he drags his feet out of the bedroom and down the small hallway to where his daughter is currently having a midnight crying fit. A small smile sneaks its way onto your lips, knowing he doesn’t mind getting her in the middle of the night despite how tired he sounds and looks.

There’s nothing in the world he wouldn’t do for her.

Jungkook carefully opens the door, peeking his head inside to see his 7-month-old daughter standing up in her crib, her hands tightly gripping the edge to hold herself up. He switches on the night lamp on her dresser, lighting up the room in a warm glow. Her big brown eyes with long lashes looks at him, no tears in sight, just a small mischievous grin on her face because he’s there to check on her again. The way she has him wrapped around her tiny pinky finger is beyond him.

“You little tease,” he coos with a smile as he steps closer to the crib, immediately picking her up when she reaches for him. Once she’s in his arms, she cuddles closer to him, head neatly tucked into the crook of his neck. Jungkook sighs deeply in content, running his hand up and down her back as he makes his way out of her room and back to you in the bedroom. You’re still awake when he appears in the doorway, a knowing smirk on your face as he moves closer to the bed. You reach out while pouting, wanting your baby girl in your arms. She’s already half asleep again as Jungkook hands her over before climbing into bed.

Jungkook watches with pure adoration in his eyes as the two most important girls in his life are cuddling up against him. You glance up at him, noticing the small smile he always seems to sport whenever you catch him looking at you and your daughter. She’s fully asleep now, completely unaware of the way her parents are watching her with proudness in their eyes and hearts.

“We got lucky, huh?” You softly say.

Nodding, Jungkook intertwines your free hand with his.

“We really did.”

“You know what we should?”

You turn to look at Jungkook, eyebrows raised in question. He looks out of the window in the living room, watching the skyline and tapping his chin as if he’s in deep thought. You wait patiently until he looks your way.

“We should throw a party for Areum’s 1st birthday,” he says. You give him a look only to receive one back.

You scoff lightly, “you don’t think I haven’t thought of that?”

Jungkook shrugs. “Well, you never mentioned it, so how should I know?”

Pretending to be offended, you place a hand on your chest and let out another scoff. Jungkook chuckles at your silliness, scooting closer before pulling you onto his lap. You smile at him, wrapping your arms around his neck. “Of course, we’re throwing her a party. It’s her first one after all.”

Smiling, Jungkook rubs his palms up and down your thighs. Soon the smile falls from his lips. You frown as you watch it happen, his eyes falling to look at anything but your face. You know what he’s thinking, he’s mentioned it before.

“I can’t believe she’s already a year old soon,” he mumbled. You smile softly, reaching up to run a hand through his hair to remove it from his face. He looks at you again, a sad smile on his face now. “She’s growing so fast, it terrifies me.”

“Oh, I know, baby,” you coo, “but she can’t stay tiny forever, you know that.”

He sighs deeply. “Yeah, I know. I just wish I could slow down time sometimes.”

Your heart aches watching him being this sad over something so inevitable. He loves her so much and he’ll do anything to protect her, go to great lengths to get her whatever she needs. It warms your heart, makes you wonder if you ever could’ve found someone more perfect than him if you didn’t have him?

“She’ll always need you, Jungkook. Even when she’ll say she doesn’t.”

“Areum, sweetheart, no- watch out!”

You watch with wide, horrified eyes as your daughter climbs onto the couch and stands up, wobbling on her very unstable legs. You’re not quick enough to get up and catch her before she tumbles to the ground, her head thankfully not hitting the floor as hard as it could’ve. A loud cry sounds throughout the living room, tears welling up in her eyes as you pick her up.

You examine her for any injuries while cradling her to you. When you don’t see any, you press a kiss on the top of her head. “Oh sweetie, I’m sorry, it’s okay,” you coo, holding her close as she cries it out.

As she sniffles against your shirt, a thousand thoughts run through your mind. Firstly, Jungkook must never know this happened. Secondly, you feel like the worst mother ever, the way you just let her climb up there without support and basically just watching her fall down and almost hit her head very badly.

“Oh, God,” you breathe out, letting out a quiet cry of panic.

The front door opens, your boyfriend’s humming sounding throughout the apartment. You listen as he kicks off his shoes and unzips his jacket. You quickly check Areum’s face for visible tears, hurriedly drying off the remnants with your sleeve. You press a quick kiss to the tip of her nose, flashing her a smile before picking up a toy, handing it to her and pretending her fall didn’t just happen minutes ago.

“Hey babe,” Jungkook appears in the living room, smiling widely at the two of you. He’s quick to come closer, reaching out for Areum and picking her up. He smooches her cheeks with a smile, but it’s without her usual reaction of laughter. You watch, waiting until it hits him. His smile falters, glancing at you whose face is grimacing in apology already.

The red spots from tears on her small, soft cheeks is what gives it away. That and how quiet she is when usually she’s laughing hysterically when Jungkook smooches her.

“Has she been crying? And is that a bump on her forehead?” He asks, turning to look at you.

“Yeah...” you trail off, wincing as your boyfriend stares you down in suspicion, “we might’ve had a small accident-”

“____!” Jungkook exclaims, horrified as he sits down on the couch with Areum in his lap. He examines her like you did when the fall happened, worry written all over his face. You sigh deeply, getting up from the floor to take a seat beside him. “How did this happen? Did you not watch her?”

“I did!” You quickly defend yourself, “she was crawling onto the couch and before I knew it she was falling down head first into the rug!”

Jungkook exhales, looking back at Areum who’s playing with the thin silver chain around his neck. The bump on her forehead doesn’t look too bad. “I guess the rug took most of the fall, the bump isn’t that big.”

“Oh God, I’m the worst mom ever!” You cry out at the sight of the small bump on your daughter’s head, wrapping yourself around Jungkook’s arm, your face hidden in his shoulder. Jungkook can’t help but roll his eyes. You always have to be so dramatic, thinking the worst about yourself when this could’ve happened to any parent.

“____,” he calls out, catching your attention. You sniffle lightly, lifting your head to look up at him. He smiles at you. “You’re not the worst mom ever, okay? You’re the best and this minor accident doesn’t define your entire role as a mother. She’s okay, look.”

You look at your daughter, her attention still focused on the silver chain, although now her small mouth is curved into a small smile. You smile at her, Jungkook does too. “It’s just a tiny bump,” he tells you, pausing before saying: “there will probably be much worse in the future.”

Gasping, you slap his upper arm causing Areum to let out that precious baby laugh. “Don’t jinx it!”

Jungkook is in a good mood, a pep in his step as he makes his way up to yours and his apartment, fully aware that you’re probably already cooking a delicious meal and making everything ready for your ‘date night’. The drive back from his parents’ place, where he just dropped off Areum, was filled with loud music that made him even more excited for finally having some time with you alone after God knows how long.

Once he steps through the front door, a delicious aroma of his favorite dish hits his nostrils causing him to let out a deep sigh of content. He quickly slips off his shoes and jacket before making his way to the kitchen. Feel-good songs are playing on the speaker and you’re moving around while preparing the food, singing along and just enjoying yourself. You’re not aware of Jungkook standing behind you, a big grin on his face.

Deciding to surprise you, he sneaks up behind you and snakes his arms around your waist, chin resting on your shoulder. You jump lightly in his embrace, turning your head slightly to see that it is in fact the love of your life who’s hugging you.

“Hi,” you softly say, smiling when he presses his lips to your cheek in a soft kiss.

“Mhm,” he hums in response, “it smells delicious, baby.”

“Good for you that your favorite dish is the one I make the best,” you smirk, flipping the steaks on the pan. Jungkook chuckles before agreeing with you. You turn the heat down before turning around in his arms, coming face to face with him. Without another thought he leans in and steals a quick peck. He grins at you when he pulls back to look at you again. “Go get cleaned up,” you tell him, pushing him away from you.

“I love you,” he smiles sweetly as he backs away and heads towards the bedroom. You watch with a lovesick smile, your eyes automatically landing on his butt because it’s right there and you can’t help yourself. Something tells you, you won't finish dinner at the table, but in bed instead.

Sure enough, you stayed at the table until you finished the main dish. You had prepared dessert as well but Jungkook is in the mood for another kind of dessert – that’s what he had said when he got up from his seat before pulling you from yours and tugging you towards the bedroom. Screw the ice cream, you thought to yourself and allowed Jungkook to guide you to the bed.

Ever since Areum was born you’ve had few chances of being alone with Jungkook, enjoying his company and the love he always stores deep inside of him until he feels like showering you in it.

It’s slow but hurried, it’s passionate and yet filled with desperation, it’s you and him together in your own bubble. Your eyes close shut as Jungkook traces your skin with his lips, his hands running over and feeling your curves and every dip in your body. His lips brush across the faint stretch marks on your stomach, his hands cupping your breasts softly yet firmly.

“God, you’re the most beautiful mama to ever exist,” Jungkook groans as he hovers over you, looking you up and down, noticing every single detail of your body and skin. You smile, a faint blush covering your cheeks as he dips down to kiss you softly. His tongue meets yours halfway, a soft moan falling from your mouth and into his. He swallows the whimpers you let out as he reaches down, fingers running between your lower lips, the wetness there evident to him.

“Jungkook,” you sigh in pleasure against his lips as he rolls your clit with his thumb, “more, please.”

He smirks softly, lips moving from your lips to your cheeks and further down to the top of your breasts, peppering kisses all over you. All your senses are on fire, the feeling of his lips, his fingers, his body against yours, the growing erection against your leg. Your hand reaches down to rub against it through his boxers, the only piece of clothing separating his cock from your clenching hole. You’re whimpering against him as the pressure from his thumb on your clit is edging you closer to your release.

“J-jungkook, please, I need you,” you gasp, you're moving automatically against his fingers causing more friction, “n-need you so bad.”

“That desperate for my cock, huh baby?” He teases, smoothly sinking his fingers inside of you, “you want me to finish you off now or would you like to cum all over my cock?”

You moan at his words, back arching up against him. “Your cock, please, wanna cum all over it.”

A grunt leaves Jungkook as he imagines it before him. It doesn’t take long for him to strip off his boxers, throwing them onto the floor beside the bed. You anticipate the stretch, already clenching around nothing as Jungkook lines himself up with your entrance. You reach for his hand just as he starts pushing past your walls, stretching you open so deliciously in a way you’ll never be able to handle without gasping in pure pleasure. Jungkook intertwines his hand with yours as he keeps it pressed against the mattress right beside your head.

He bottoms out, filling you to the brim. He breathes out heavily, his breathing ragged as he lets you adjust to his impressive width and length. “Fuck, I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this,” he rasps out as he pulls out and pushes back in, watching the way your eyes roll back in pleasure, “my pretty baby all fucked out.”

It blows your mind how he always manages to make it so dirty yet soft. You’re already a mess beneath him and he’s barely begun. “Oh god, Jungkook-”

A forceful push of his hips has you gasping, a high pitched moan tumbling from your lips. His hips connect with yours in a rhythm, skin against skin, the lewd sounds of your wetness and the feeling of Jungkook thrusting and grinding into you. His lips are back against your skin, your collarbones earning kisses and small bites, your free hand running from his lower back and up his spine to the hair in his neck. You tug at it, earning a grunt from Jungkook. Lifting his head, he looks you in the eye, his lips slightly parted as he works you both to your highs.

His eyes are soft while his actions are far from it, the look he’s giving you tells you everything he doesn’t say out loud. “Oh my god, I’m gonna- fuck,” you gasp, tightening your hold on his hand, giving his hand a squeeze.

“Me too, baby, me too,” Jungkook moans, leaning down to press his lips to yours, kissing you like it would be the last. He swallows your whimpers, your moans and gasps as your orgasm hits you hard. Jungkook follows you, his orgasm hitting him as you clench around him. He stills inside of you, moaning deeply at the feeling of you clenching and milking him for every drip of cum. He’s panting as he comes down, his face hidden in the crook of your neck. Yours and his breathing is the only thing you can hear in the room as you both try to collect yourselves. Your fingers are caressing his scalp as he stays in your arms, letting his weight rest upon you. Silence engulfs you and him, Jungkook’s breathing clashing against your neck, your fingers dancing across the skin on his back. You can feel his cum trickling out of you, but you don’t really care at this point, just enjoying the moment and worrying later about the mess that is the sheets.

Jungkook’s thoughts are running a hundred miles per hour as he lays in silence with you close against him. His thoughts shift from the first time he met you to when he first kissed you to the way you told him you loved him before he told you. Then his thoughts wander on to his daughter, the tiny person he created with you just from the love between the two of you. There are so many memories with you, moments and life events he shares with you. An idea pops into his mind, it’s something he has been thinking about for a long time, he just didn’t find the right time yet. He wants to add another meaningful celebration of life and love to the memories he shares with you.

He wants to marry you.

Jungkook already asked for your parents’ approval. They told him yes in an instant, reminding him that he has a child with you and that the two of you are already past asking for approval. That thought alone makes Jungkook chuckle softly. He really did things with you in a messy order. First he slept with you then he dated you. Then he asked you to be his girlfriend and then after a few years he accidentally got you pregnant and now he’s thinking about proposing to you.

“What?” You ask, smiling softly as you hear Jungkook chuckle.

He rolls over, his back hitting the mattress and pulling you with him to lay halfway on top of him. He smiles at you, his fingers reaching out to tuck strands of your hair behind your ears.

“It just hit me how we’ve done things in a really random order,” he tells you. Your eyebrows pull together in confusion at his words. “First we slept together and then we started dating after that, then I asked you to be my girlfriend,” he’s grinning from ear to ear as you listen and he’s talking, reminiscing the years he’s spent with you. “I got you pregnant by accident and now we’re parents and I just…”

He falls silent, his smile faltering as he looks you in the eyes. You’re looking at him with those eyes that always hold so much love for him and Areum too. Beautiful eyes that can calm him at any given time, tell him everything’s gonna be alright without you saying anything. Jungkook would do anything to look into those eyes for the rest of his life. He could just ask you, right now in this very moment. It doesn’t have to be a candlelit dinner or with rose petals. What matters is you and him together in an intimate moment where all feelings lay in front of you, bared for the both of you to see.

“Marry me.”

You freeze, your fingertips that had returned to running over his skin freeze in their movement. Jungkook can tell your eyes are watering. You open your mouth to speak, a small voice coming out as you say: “w-what?”

Jungkook nods, “you heard me, baby,” he softly says.

“I’m-” You begin but cut yourself off. Jungkook watches as a wide smile spreads across your face, the first few tears falling from your eyes and running down your cheeks. He reaches out to wipe them away, smiling softly himself. “Oh my god,” you cry.

“So, is that a yes?”

Nodding, you crawl up to wrap your arms around him in a tight hug, pressing your lips to his in a kiss. “Of course, it is! It’s a million times yes!” You say against his lips, pulling away slightly to rest your forehead against his. “I love you so much, Jungkook.”

“I love you the most, baby.”

Areum is 1 year old today.

She’s 1 year old and Jungkook isn’t sure how to handle it. His baby girl is growing up so fast and it both terrifies and amazes him. You seem to handle it pretty well, but Jungkook has a feeling you’re just very good at hiding it. There’s no way you’re not emotional about the fact that the baby you carried around for 9 months is already 1 year old.

“How’s my favorite granddaughter?” Jungkook’s mother coos as she walks right past her son and towards Areum who’s sitting on the rug in the living room, surrounded by her toys. Jungkook watches in disbelief how his mother doesn’t even give him a moment of attention, clearly only here to visit her grandchild.

“Mom, she’s your only granddaughter,” Jungkook deadpans before turning back to greet his father, “hey dad.”

Jungkook’s father gives him a tight hug before moving on to give you an even tighter hug. “How are you, ____?” He asks, smiling as he pulls away to look at you.

You smile in return. “I’m good! And you?”

“Same as always,” he shrugs, “not much happens when you reach a certain age.”

You chuckle at that, telling him to go say hi to his granddaughter. You watch as Areum greets his grandfather with a big grin, reaching out for him like she does with everyone she loves. You smile at the scenario in front of you, how Areum is the center of attention for all of her four grandparents. Your parents had arrived earlier than Jungkook’s, having kept Areum entertained for the past hour or so.

“Should we tell them today?” Jungkook asks as you join him in the kitchen, his voice low in case his mom should suddenly appear behind him. “You know, about that,” he points to the ring on your finger.

Smiling at him, you lean up and kiss him quickly on the lips. “Sure,” you agree with him, making him smile, “but remember it’s Areum’s day today. So we’ll just mention it and then move on with her birthday party.”

Jungkook nods at that. “Of course. Nothing is bigger than her 1st birthday-” he pauses at that, the fact hitting him once again. He then turns to you, giving you a confused look, “how are you not emotional about it at all? I literally cried when I gave her a bath last night.”

A laugh emits from your lips. “You cried? Because it’s your daughter's 1st birthday?”

Offended by how you’re finding his devastation humorous, Jungkook scoffs. “Yeah, as a matter of fact, I did.”

You’re smiling at him in adoration as you wrap your arms around his waist, hugging him tightly. Jungkook hugs you back, pressing his lips to your temple. Areum’s laughter flows through the apartment causing the two of you to laugh yourselves. It’s like sweet music to your ears when Areum has a fit of giggles.

“I adore her so much, ____,” Jungkook suddenly says as he watches from the kitchen, watching how Areum is surrounded by her grandparents, having the best 1st birthday. You’re constantly smiling, you have been ever since Areum was born. The joy she brought with her when she came into the world is unlimited and you feel like you’re on top of the world for creating such a happy, lively small human being.

“I know, baby,” you tighten your arms around him, giving him a squeeze, “she’s the best thing that’s happened to us.”

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ahloveisboo · 3 years

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game on (m)

pairing: gamer!jeon wonwoo x fem!reader (soonyoung makes an appearance)

genre: smut (18+), established relationship, cock warming but make it soft, comfort sex, unprotected sex, swearing, implied auditory voyeurism if that is A Thing but it doesn’t have to be if you’re not into that.

wc: 2.1k

summary: it’s been a shitty day and all you want to do is be close to wonwoo.

a/n: i literally finished writing this last night and this morning i stumbled onto THIS. which i had COMPLETELY FORGOTTEN ABOUT and i want you to know that is exactly how i pictured him and i’m in l*ve with him and i would give him my left arm if he ever needed it

"I can't fucking do this anymore."

You puff the hair out of your eyes as your bag clatters to the floor, your jacket aggressively thrown onto a chair even though you and Wonwoo had agreed to not let clothes linger around the house.

The love of your life is lounging on the sofa—clad in a simple t-shirt and shorts, a headset on top of his unkempt hair, and a PlayStation controller in his hand. There are a few empty cans of soda littered around the furniture, and a scented candle burning on the coffee table to his right.

"Wonwoo," you whine, a dramatic pout etched on your lips. You're irritated, to say the least, and it weighs down on your limbs as you shuffle closer to the sofa. With each step though, your annoyance miraculously fades, and the final remnants of any unease melt away when your lover reaches a hand out to you, beckoning you closer.

"Oh hey, sweet cheeks," he greets you, his eyebrows shooting up in pleasant surprise. "I didn't expect you home so early."

You know you should've given him a heads-up. "I took the afternoon off," you explain as you come up to straddle his lap, cupping both cheeks with your palms before planting a firm kiss on his lips. It crooks the glasses on top of his nose a little, but he doesn't seem to mind. You feel the corners of his mouth perk up, and you can't help but follow suit. Leaning back a little, you brush his choppy fringe out of his face, letting your hand rest at the nape of his neck. "I couldn't handle one more second of old men assuming they can do my job better than me."

"Dude, stop feeling up your girlfriend, I need cover," a voice comes over the mic, blaring straight into his headphones. Wonwoo clicks his tongue.

"If your point was to sound bitter about having to nut into your own fist every night, you succeeded," Wonwoo retorts before easily picking off an enemy right behind on-screen Soonyoung. You make yourself smaller, so he gets a full view of the tv. "You're welcome," he adds, and Soonyoung's laughter can be heard coming from the other side of the voice chat.

"Touché."

"You're so cool," you murmur against the skin of his collarbones, neatly settling further onto his lap. "And such a nerd. But like, the hot kind." At this, he barks out a laugh; the sound like music to your ears.

It takes a little squirming and trying to make yourself fit into his embrace without interrupting the game too much, and you sigh in content when you find the perfect position. Wonwoo's hips buck up on instinct as you move around, and he shoots you an apologetic smile when you brush your lips against his jaw in response.

"It was just…. A really shitty day, you know," you say in tiny, the words barely a whisper as you lazily rock against him. Wonwoo instantly picks up the hint, already hardening underneath you.

He pushes his mic up, muting it in one swift motion so Soonyoung doesn't overhear. “Do you want to fuck?”

You nuzzle into his neck, lazily nipping at the skin. “I just want to feel you, I think.”

Wonwoo manages a soft chuckle and presses a kiss to your forehead. "Give me a second to end the game."

"It's okay," you say, as his hand moves to unmute his mic. "You can continue playing if you want."

The look he gives you in response is almost comical. "I'll sit still, I promise." You give him a quick peck on the lips, and Wonwoo's reluctance dissolves in an instant.

Shifting uncomfortably, you take off your jeans as Wonwoo pulls down his shorts, cock visibly strained against his briefs now. He curtly speaks into his mic, taking note of something Soonyoung's character just did on-screen behind you.

A few seconds pass before you move, taking in all of Wonwoo before you first. He's always been handsome—his sharp features turning more than a few heads. He's bulked up since you first got together (which made him even sexier if that was possible), with his shoulders now broader and his arms toned to perfection, but your favourite part of him has always been his eyes. There's something inherently gentle about them; a warm brown colour that shines whenever he laughs, or darkens whenever he glances up at you from between your legs.

Something clenches in your chest when Wonwoo turns to meet your gaze, a smile on his lips. Something similar happens in your gut when he reaches out to touch you over your panties. The gesture isn't demanding or lustful, and you sigh into the feeling.

Wonwoo slips past your folds, two fingers checking if you're slick enough to take him without extra help. The corner of his mouth tugs into a smirk, but he swallows the words on the tip of his tongue, knowing they don't fit the mood you're after.

As soon as he fills you up, your form slacks against his chest. It's comforting in having him this close, being this intimate with the man that makes your heart burst in the best way possible. Your arms snake around his waist, your cheek now resting against his shoulder.

"Can you move forward just a tiny bit so I can koala-wrap myself around you?" you mumble against the fabric of his shirt, and there's a sharp intake of breath from him when he lifts his hips to comply, his cock moving inside you.

Soonyoung mistakes it for a disappointed reaction to his failed offence, and you can hear his voice through the headphones over Wonwoo's ears. Wonwoo is quick to reply, his low tone reverberating through his chest and vibrating against your cheek.

Another thing you love about him, that voice of his. You could listen to him talk for hours. Which you hope he does, and is the reason you told him to keep playing in the first place.

There's no sound but the dull clicking of Wonwoo's controller and machine-gun fire coming from his headphones for a while, and you can feel your body begin to relax—all the tension previously stored between your shoulder blades now slipping off you, like raindrops sliding down a window.

Wonwoo's a decent size; not too big to sting when he first fucks you, but big enough to always make you feel so full, so satisfied. It's something you're not afraid to reiterate every so often, which he appreciates in the right context (you once let it slip at movie night when you were beyond horny, and Wonwoo had to excuse himself ten minutes later because he had no idea your mouth could be so foul, and he didn't want his friends to see the obvious problem in his pants).

He lasts longer than you thought he would—too caught up in his game to notice how every little move he makes in reaction to whatever is unfolding on screen is starting to affect you. It's subtle, the way he moves inside you, but the thrusts are sharp and clean as he moves the controller to one side and back, his body jolting forward when Soonyoung fails to cover him and his screen flashes red. It isn't until you clench around him, that he stills.

As your fingers tangle into his hair at the base of his neck, you tilt your head, waiting for a quiet moment to lift his headphones just enough to tell him, "Okay, now I want to fuck."

To accentuate the words, you gently lift your hips, sinking back down just as slowly, only to repeat the action once more. Wonwoo groans in response, his hand gripping your waist to stop you, and you lean back to watch his face for any signs that he might not want this. You interpret his actions as rejecting your advances, but soon he's pushing up your t-shirt to grope at your breasts, and you moan when he thumbs over one of your sensitive nubs.

"I heard that," Soonyoung's voice comes over the headset, and you're already too worked up to care. Wonwoo smiles when you roll your hips, grinding onto his cock in slow motions. He licks his lips, gaze trained on yours as he drops the controller onto the floor.

"Goodbye, Soonyoung," he says into the mic before taking off the headset, not even bothering to mute it.

You half expect him to be rough. To pin you down on the sofa and rail you into oblivion. Instead, he kisses you. The kind of kiss that makes your head spin—slow and hot, his tongue lapping against yours languidly. There are little, sweet pecks in between. One on your nose, one on your cheek, one on your eyelids, and you giggle into the kiss when he pulls you back in for what seems the nth time. His cock is still buried inside of you, snug and warm, unmoving, until you buck your hips to meet his and he groans.

“Quit stalling, Jeon,” you sigh into his mouth. Your teeth graze along his lower lip before stopping at the corner of his mouth, kissing the edge of his smile. “If you don’t touch me this instant, I’m going to spontaneously combust.”

He glances between you, to where your bodies meet, and gently lifts his hips to move out of you. “I bet I could make you cum untouched right now,” he says, tentatively swiping a finger between your folds again. You quiver in his arms, already too sensitive from having him inside you for so long, and you hate how he’s probably right.

“Maybe so, but where’s the fun in that?”

“I get to use my dirty talk voice,” he offers, already lowering his tone to make a point. “Tell you all the things I would do if I were to touch you.” You clench around nothing, suddenly feeling too empty to your liking. “You can blow me after.”

Every nerve in your body is on edge, skin crawling in anticipation, and you desperately want to say no. But Wonwoo’s eyes are sparkling as he hovers over you, and god, he’s so fucking hot. At this point, you are positively soaked, pussy throbbing and aching for his touch, anything he’d be willing to offer, and he’s still smiling at you.

“Fuck me now and I’ll still blow you after.”

Wonwoo pouts, but instinctively lowers himself to kiss you when you hook your ankles behind his back, pulling him closer to you again. When he pushes back in, you’re scared you won’t last long. You tell him as much, and he shakes his head in feigned disbelief. “Quelle surprise,” he mocks, and he jerks his pelvis forward, easily bottoming out before pulling back out, repeating to build up a steady rhythm. It’s agonisingly slow, his cock curving just the right way to hit the spot over and over again, and your breath hitches with every thrust. “Want me to go faster?” he asks, tongue lapping at the abused skin right below your collarbone, where his mouth just successfully marked you as his. You shake your head no, unable to speak.

As tension builds in your abdomen, your eyes fall shut, your eyebrows knit together, and your lips shape into a silent O. Wonwoo feels his heart rate increase when your breath starts to shudder with every exhale. He can tell you’re trying to hold back your moans and he really wishes you wouldn't. “Use your words, baby,” he says, his voice cracking as he pushes into you again. “Tell me what you want.”

“I want- hnnng, fuck,” you manage, right when his thumb presses down on your clit, and your back arches off the sofa. “Keep going. I’mhhmmmmm- almost there.”

A few more trusts have you toppling over the edge, your orgasm washing over you like a tsunami. Wonwoo presses his lips to yours, swallowing the moans that finally push their way out of your throat. Your thighs shake as he ploughs into you a few more times, finally picking up speed to chase his own climax.

It's not long until Wonwoo half collapses on top of you, chest to chest, and he chuckles as both of you struggle to catch your breath.

"Still want me to suck you off?" you ask, half in jest, but you did promise.

He pushes a stray lock of hair from your sweaty forehead, his hand stopping to rest against your cheek. "Maybe later." You beam at him and suddenly the room falls quiet, now that your breathing has levelled out. There's a faint rattle of gunfire coming from behind the sofa, and you exchange glances as something dawns on you both.

"Did you mute your—"

“Oh shit, Soonyoung—“

#caratwritersclub #jeon wonwoo #wonwoo smut #wonwoo fanfic #wonwoo scenario #seventeen wonwoo #seventeen smut #seventeen fanfic #seventeen scenario #wonwoo x reader #i had to get this one out of my system thanks #the more i read it the more i doubt it so i'm just going to. PRESS POST.

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h0neypjm · 3 years

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Just for practice | kth

↳ Summary: “I think we should normalise giving head to your friends as practice.”

↳ Pairing: Taehyung x Reader, slight Hoseok x reader

↳ Genre: Smut, pwp, some plot i guess, best friend! Taehyung

↳ Rating: 18+

↳ Word count: 5.3k

↳ Warnings: swearing, lip biting, hickies, oral (both female and male receiving), rough blowjobs, spanking, fingering, squirting, big dick! Tae, possessiveness/jealousy, unprotected sex (wrap before you tap pls), dom/sub themes, Taehyung calls reader lots of pet names (sweetheart, darling, good girl), degradation, biting, slight cockwarming

↳ a/n: I’ve been having major writer’s block while writing confident :( however, i saw this tweet which prompted this lil oneshot hope you enjoy

Jung Hoseok [ 2:15 PM ]

Am I gonna see you at Seokjin’s tomorrow?

You [ 2:16 PM ]

I’ll be there :)

Jung Hoseok [ 2:18 PM ]

You’re not gonna run away from me this time, right?

You [ 2:20 PM ]

No of course not haha

Jung Hoseok [ 2:21 PM ]

Is that a promise princess?

A sigh flies out of your mouth like wind through a window and you’re shucking off your glasses in an instant. Hoseok’s texts bringing back a flurry of memories that you wish to forget.

“Do you need help with your essay again?”

Your eyes are strained when they try to focus on Taehyung, your shoulders shrug in defeat. “No, I’m fine. It’s just-”

Taehyung knows immediately, he is your best friend after all. “Let me guess, It’s Hoseok isn’t it?”

You slump in your seat while a pout is cutely drawn onto your face, you nod with dismay. “I really like him Tae, and every time we see each other, It’s like the universe has it out for me and tries to make sure I embarrass myself in front of him.”

Taehyung shuts his laptop because he knows there's no use in trying to write an essay while you speak about your utterly tragic love life. He thinks about your situation for a minute before he speaks.

“Yes, you might’ve spilled your beer on him and accidentally punched him in the eye, more than once. But, if he’s still texting you he’s obviously still into you. It’s a good sign sweetheart.” Taehyung pats your hand across the coffee table, a comforting smile adorning his handsome face.

Taehyung doesn’t know the full extent of your problem and the more you think about it the more embarrassing it becomes. So you smile back at him uttering a small thank you before turning back to your laptop.

Taehyung raises a brow, “wait, wait, hang on, something is still bothering you.”

You frown, “it’s embarrassing.”

Taehyung shuffles around the corner of the coffee table as if you’re about to tell him a secret, though it’s just the two of you in his small apartment. “Just tell me, it can’t be that bad.”

“Taehyung it is that bad.” You tilt your head at him, pulling up the sleeves of your sweater around your tiny fists. “You’re gonna laugh at me.”

Taehyung feigns shock at your words, his hands placed on his heart for dramatic effect. “I would never laugh, and frankly I’m offended you think that low of me.”

You roll your eyes, turning your body more towards him, deciding it wouldn't hurt letting Taehyung know the thoughts plaguing your mind. “Well, you know how Hoseok and I have been kind of flirty lately, right?” He nods in understanding.

“I can tell he wants more than that, you know? His touches are small but I know exactly what he’s suggesting, and don’t get me wrong, the feeling is completely mutual because trust me I want that too. Really bad.”

Taehyung hums, interrupting your soon-to-be graphic rambling. “I totally get it Y/N. Now let’s stop beating around the bush so I can help you.”

If Taehyung were a girl, this would be so much easier. You curse your eight-year-old self who just had to become friends with a boy because God, how do you even start?

Taehyung is a patient man, always giving you space before helping you but, in this situation, you feel it’s best to just rip the band-aid off. Taehyung if you can read my mind, please don’t laugh at me.

“I’venevergivensomeoneablowjob.”

You speak so suddenly, Taehyung’s not so sure he heard you correctly. “Huh?”

“Goddammit Tae”, you rub and your temples and avoid his stare. “I’ve never given someone a blowjob!”

His eyes are wide. “Oh”

You hide your face into the table while your body internally cringes. At least he didn’t laugh. “See! You do think it’s bad.”

“I’m just surprised to be honest”, he reassures, leaning back onto his palms, strong brows pulled together in thought. “Shit Y/N, have you really never sucked a dick before?”

Sure, you’ve had sex many times (most of which have been extremely disappointing) but, it seems that most of your hookups want to get straight into fucking. No foreplay, no nothing. Just unseasoned, pleasureless fucking.

A groan rumbles out of your throat, “It just never happened! They were all about that hump and dump lifestyle I guess.”

Taehyung is utterly baffled at your statement. In Taehyung’s books, It is compulsory to treat every women like a queen. Preparing and edging them the perfect amount of times to see them crumble so sensually by his very doing. To Taehyung, seeing a woman cry out his name from experiencing the most explosive, leg-shaking orgasm was always his favourite part.

This is why Taehyung is absolutely shattered for you. “So, you’re also telling me no one has ever eaten you out?” You miserably nod, “that’s actually fucking evil!”

His words do not ease you one bit as you throw your head onto the seat behind you. “The way you say it makes me feel even worse. This is the sole reason why I run away from Hoseok and make a fool out of myself.”

Taehyung doesn’t say anything, the air floating around carrying an awkward silence. You don’t really care and you don’t expect Taehyung to think of a solution. Plus, you’re already embarrassed enough.

You might as well leave and ask one of your girlfriends for help, maybe finish your essay while you’re at it. You sigh, shutting your laptop and stacking your books together.

However, the next sentence that flies out of Taehyung’s mouth makes you stop dead in your tracks.

“I think I’ve figured out how I can help you.”

Wiggling back into a comfortable seating position, you lean into Taehyung with interest. “And how might you help me, dear Taehyung?”

He eyes you nervously, his fingers fiddling with his chunky rings, “You trust me, right?”

You smile, “yeah, of course, you’re my best friend Tae.”

An exhale puffs out of his mouth. “Why not practice on me?”

You almost choke on your spit. You definitely did not expect him to say that. “Could you repeat that please?”

A new glint of mischief sparkles in his eye. “Why not let me teach you how to give Hoseok the blowjob of his life and in return, I’ll eat you out”

Your brain is having a meltdown.

“You’re fucking crazy”, you wail. “You actually want me to suck your dick?”

He brings his hands up in defence, “I think we should normalize giving head to your friends as practice, I don’t think it’s such a bad idea. Think about it, you get to learn and cum at the same time.”

You won’t lie to yourself, the proposal is tempting and in all honesty, Taehyung is hot as fuck. You will forever thank the Gods above for blessing you with the delicious sight that is your best friend. However, the proposition puts you in an odd spot.

Apprehensive about your thoughts, you state your unease, “I-I don’t know Taehyung, don’t you think this might ruin our friendship?” An exhale, “have you seriously thought of me that way?”

Taehyung chuckles, it’s deep and totally unexpected to your question. “Sweetheart, there are many things that go on inside my head involving you. And to answer your question, they’re not completely innocent.”

A startled gasp is ripped from your throat and your stomach flutters with a dangerous mix of nervousness, thrill and dare you say arousal.

Never in your life would you have imagined Kim Taehyung, your best friend since grade school, seeing you in such an inviting way. To make matters worse, It was intimidating to think about his fair share of experience and the long line of women backing up the fact that Taehyung was indeed some sort of sex demon.

Of course, you felt the same way. How could you not! The man was practically an incarnation of a Greek God. Broad sturdy shoulders that sat atop thick muscular thighs, and how could you forget his gorgeous fingers.

You’d die before you admit it, but there have been many nights where you have found yourself thinking about what his pretty long fingers could do to you. Those nights always ended with a mess of your sheets and a wetness between your thighs. It was your dirty little secret, however, it seems Taehyung also had some of his own.

His sharp eyes storm with darkness when he speaks, “don’t lie Y/N, I know you’ve had some dirty thoughts about me up in that pretty little head of yours.”

Pink blossoms over your cheeks like wildfire because he’s so terrifyingly right. “I don’t even need to touch you sometimes, one look and you’re a goner.” You gulp. “Look at you right now.” His gaze drops down to your thighs. “All my talking making you so needy, you need to clench your thighs to keep it together.”

He smiles, though it’s not his usual boxy, boyish smile. It’s dangerous and seductive almost smirking and shit when did he get so close to you? Your breathing is erratic and you have no idea how you could be so anxious yet so amorous at the same time.

Your heart beats rapidly in your ears. “This is just for practice, right?”

Taehyung curses under his breath, “just for practice sweetheart.”

You don’t get to respond.

His lips are hesitant at first when they meet yours, yet his hands say the opposite. They start at your waist and tickle their way down to your stiff hands. Ever so gently, he pries them open, intertwining his long fingers with yours, and God, did his hands feel so right.

Your nerves dissipate slowly but surely as you allow him to explore your mouth with his skilful tongue.

Much to Taehyung’s dismay, he finds you releasing your fingers from his own. Your hands flying to the nape of his neck, ultimately bringing him closer to you, deepening the kiss. Taehyung moans in delight when you tug at his long curls, you bite his lip in reply while lust paints your vision and dampens your panties.

Taehyung never knew he would miss the feeling of your lips against his when he painfully pushes himself away to situate himself comfortably on the couch. It was time for the lesson to begin.

You pout at the distance, trying to wiggle close until he motions for you to get into a particular position. Your insides swell with eagerness.

His voice is sweet and his hands are delicate when he tucks a few strands of hair behind your ear. “Get down on your knees for me sweetheart.” You obey immediately. He smirks at your sinking form. “Good girl.”

You swear right then and there your pussy had gained a working heartbeat at his words. The unfamiliar pulse thumping as if it were trying to break loose from the constraints of your sweatpants.

Your eyes are big and expectant, slowly drinking up the sight of Taehyung’s delicious figure seated above you. He sits on the couch like it’s his throne, legs spread to accompany your kneeling figure, and dominating stare pinning you down. A shiver runs down your spine.

“Wh-what do I do now?” You utter, making it known to Taehyung that he is in charge. He is in control.

Taehyung cocks his head to the side, using a decorated pointer finger to hither your hands towards him. Hesitantly, you raise both hands, lightly placing them down on his thighs.

A click of his tongue makes its way to your ears and you know you’ve already made your first mistake. Taehyung’s brows furrow, it’s obvious you need to make the next move but your brain is fuzzy and flustered.

He sighs at your confused silence, bringing your small hands onto his belt. Oh, you know what you’re supposed to do now.

“I thought you were smarter than this, how else are you meant to get my dick out, hmm?” The blush across your cheeks has definitely spread profusely from his teasing. Its once peachy pink tone deepening into an embarrassing cherry red.

The buckle of his belt jingles under your fingertips as you nervously undo them. You’re apparently too slow for his liking, Taehyung finishing the job by pulling his belt off his pants, leaving you to stare down at the large bulge covered by the fabric of his tight jeans. You thought you had your nerves under control but the way your hands start to shake is an indication that this is real. You’re really about to suck your best friend off.

Ever the observant friend, Taehyung is quick to notice the slight shake in your fingers. “Wait, stop.”

You do as he says, quickly settling your palms back on the thickness of his covered thighs. “Are you sure you want to do this? your hands are shaking sweetheart.” His voice is laced with concern, a total switch to his previous words.

Clearing your throat you reply, “oh, no, no I’m fine.” You lock eyes. “I just want to make sure I’m doing good so I can be good for him.”

Possessiveness flares within Taehyung’s chest and he has no idea why. Although he doesn’t let it show, he can’t help the swell of his ego at the knowledge that he’s the first to get you like this. Not Hoseok. Him.

So, he grins his wide boxy grin, dragging a finger down your warm cheek. “Don’t worry darling, you’re in great hands”

The commanding smirk etched onto his lips sparks a surge of confidence through your veins, begging you to finally touch him.

With a tug of your small hands, Taehyung’s constricting jeans are pried off the taut muscle of his thighs and are left to pool around his ankles. The excitement of finally being able to suck dick coursing through your body like lighting, and just like his jeans, Taehyung’s boxers are off in a second.

His cock springs, tall, hard and proud. Your jaw drops, Taehyung chuckles at your reaction. You feel an ooze of wetness pooling in your panties.

His size is nothing you’ve seen before, thick and girthy with an impressive length to match. You wince at the thought of fitting him down your throat.

The cold metal of his rings against your hands brings your attention to Taehyung’s handsome face. Without breaking any eye contact, he wordlessly wraps your hands around the thickness of his cock.

It’s warm and swells in your palm, your two dainty hands stacked on top of each other. Fingers trying so hard to wrap themselves around the sheer girth of his cock.

You’re not dumb, you know what comes next. With a sharp inhale you begin to stroke up his length, paying close attention to his facial expression to get an idea of how well you’re doing

Taehyung’s head tilts to get a better view at your hands, “grip it tighter for me… yeah fuck that’s it.”

His praise boasts you on, holding tighter onto his cock and gathering the slick of his pre-cum with a twist of your wrist. Your eyes remain focused on the way the skin moves with your hands and the way his tip glistens with arousal. You want to lick it.

“When you’re ready you can put your mouth- Ahh shit Y/N!”

He didn’t need to finish his sentence when you’re already so eager to have him in your mouth. You do what you think would feel best, sucking on the head of his cock like a sweet ice lolly on a hot summer's day. Your tongue tracing the thick circumference before dipping into his slit.

A light groan falls from his mouth as he watches you lap at the remaining pre-cum that glistens in the afternoon light. Taehyung almost forgets why he’s here, lost in your plump lips wet with saliva.

Right, he’s here to teach you how to give a blowjob. “Try and take my whole length in darling.”

You nod, taking a deep breath, your mouth opening wider to take him in as far as you can. You try to keep your throat relaxed taking him inch by inch.

“That's a good girl”, he praises, “you’re doing so well for me.”

Your knees squeeze together, acting to relieve some pressure on your aching heat. It had truly been a while since you got some serious action.

Surprisingly you’re able to make your way to the hilt of his cock, a choked gag sputtering from your lips.

A few strands of hair fall in your face, blocking your eyes in the process. Swiftly, Taehyung brushes the hair from your eyes while simultaneously lifting your head off of his cock.

You release him with a satisfying pop, your eyes wide and makeup a little smudged. Taehyung coaches you through the next steps. “I want you to try and do that again, but when you come back up, lick the length of my cock and look at me while you do it.”

Humming in acknowledgment you grip the base of his cock before pausing. “Isn’t this what you like though? What if Hoseok likes to be touched in a different way?”

An unintentional growl bubbles out of his mouth. Oh how he wished he could take your mind off Hoseok and have you screaming his name, thinking about him instead.

He pushes down his discontentment with the other man on your mind, “men are simple creatures Y/N, just making out sometimes can get them going. And judging by the way you’re sucking my cock right now, I’m sure Hoseok will be crazy for you.”

As Taehyung explains the ins and outs of a man’s brain, you don’t make an effort to stop the teasing of his cock. His words sound slurred, they go in one ear and out the other, and besides the delicious length in front of you is much more fascinating.

For the time being you stare up at him, your eyes wide feigning interest in his words, all while you grip his cock in one hand and continuously lap at his tip with a kitten-like flick of your tongue.

Taehyung finally realises that you’ve stopped listening when he feels the small yet downright sensual pleasure shooting through his cock. He grunts, pushing your hair back once again, “fuck, that’s hot. You’re so fucking good.”

His preoccupied hand squeezes the pillows beside him, the veins of his hands popping out. You do what he taught you, seductive eyes laser focused on him while your wicked tongue leaves a hot trail up the prominent vein on his dick.

“Shit Y/N you’re doing so well-”

You release him from your mouth disrupting his sentence, “can you fuck my throat?”

Taehyung swears his whole body just convulsed at your request. He looks away just so he can contain himself because holy shit.

Obviously Taehyung has thought about you being in this position, saying those words. Yet, no matter how many times he fantasizes this scenario, nothing would ever prepare him for those words to actually come out of your mouth with the most bewitching grin plastered on your pretty face.

He stutters, “I- no, I don’t know if you can take it darling.”

You grip his thighs, pout forming on those dangerous lips of yours, “please Tae, I want it. Want you to use me.”

Taehyung pushes the curls of his bangs away, a hiss steaming from his lips. “Alright, but if you feel any discomfort pinch my thigh, okay sweetheart?”

You’re impatient, “yeah, yeah, I can take your monster dick.” You place a small kiss on his thigh, “do your worst.”

His movements are all too fast, all too sudden. His fingers securing a death-grip on the mess of your hair before holding his cock up to your mouth. “You asked for it darling.”

Your mouth automatically widens, welcoming the rough intrusion of his cock as it slides all the way down your throat. A lewd gag fills the room.

A dark cloud of lust of dominance fogs Taehyung’s vision, his biceps flexing when he brings your head up and down his thick velvety length.

The room resounds with the filthy wet noises of your saliva covered lips pumping repeatedly. Taehyung breathes heavily through his nose, tilting his head against the cushions behind him. He keeps his hips still, yanking your hair at an obscene pace. A slew of curses and moans fly out into the air as he revels at the complete state of ecstasy you’ve put him under.

The heat of his member burns the back of your throat but you fucking love it. You open your teary eyes, gazing at his chiseled jaw and the way he shivers and groans above you. It only spurs you on when he glances back down, meeting your mascara ruined eyes.

It’s like a knee-jerk reaction. Taehyung harshly pushes your head all the way to the base of his cock. Your face is met with his abdomen, the hairs of his happy trail tickling your nose.

He leaves you there, and the burn in your throat rises, leaving you gagging, your throat tightening around him.

Taehyung believes after this he could never get the image of your messy docile eyes and tarnished lips out of his brain. He feels your throat constrict, “sh-shit, fuck Y/N, breathe through your nose.” You inhale. “That’s my good girl.”

He releases you from his member only to push your lips back onto him, going back to his beastly pace. “You look so fucking pathetic, you think Hoseok wants a messy girl like you?”

You gurgle around him, tears freely falling down your cheeks as you try to shake your head no. He only mumbles out a groan, his cock abruptly pulsing under your tongue like a steady heartbeat.

It's all too sudden when he releases your head off his length, a glob of drool dripping down your chin and onto your shirt.

“Fuck sorry I was about to cum.”

Although your heart swells with pride you wonder, “why didn’t you?”

He runs a hand through his messy locks, “the purpose of this was to teach you, don’t you still want to practice?”

You’re smug with your answer, “I think I’ve got the hang of it now.”

He swipes a finger under your tear stained eyes, “getting cocky now are we.”

You were cocky indeed, “well I did get you shaking under my touch didn’t I?”

He rolls his eyes, “get up you brat, I’m gonna show you what you’ve been missing out on.”

Fucking finally.

You won’t lie, you were probably most excited to finally know what it feels like to receive head. Your mind is still fuzzy from Taehyung’s rough ministrations as you slowly get up. You wobble slightly and Taehyung is quick to stabilize you with two strong arms holding the curve of your hips in place.

With his arms already around you he pushes you towards the couch, kicking his jeans off in the process.

Back flat against his plush couch you’re already stripping off your sweatpants and panties together in one. “My, my aren’t you eager”, he teases, a glint of shamelessness twinkling in his brown orbs when he drinks up the plushness of your thighs leading to your dripping cunt.

Holding your knees in the palm on his hands, he spreads them open to reveal the glossy folds on your heat. He kisses his teeth, satisfaction and hunger clear on his face. “Fuck, isn’t this a pretty sight.”

His words bring back a blush on your cheeks, you pull him forward, your lips inches away from his own. “Shut up please.”

And he shuts you up real good. Smashing your lips to his, he envelopes you into a feverish kiss, your tongues dancing the devil's tango.

His hands are adventurous, feeling the mounds of your breasts over your shirt. “Why the fuck isn’t your shirt off yet huh?” He tuts, pulling on the cotton fabric.

“I want yours off too.” You cutely mumble tugging at the hem of his shirt, to which he complies, tugging it off in one fluid motion.

You peel your baggy shirt off just in time to see Taehyung's arm flex as he takes his very own shirt off. “Have you been working out? My God Tae, you're as big as Joon.”

He inwardly smirks because yeah he’s been working out and it's clearly paying off. He doesn’t want to show his glee however, “can we not talk about other men when I’m about to eat you out.”

You chuckle, eyes trailing down his buff arms to his v-line that leads to his dick like an arrow directing you to his treasure. You bite your lip, unclipping your lace bralette, “sure, sure, let’s get the show on the road.”

It’s Taehyung turn to drink up the sight of your body. “Fuck, always imagined what these tits looked like under all those tight clothes you wear.”

He’s really feeding into your praise kink. “Well, were they what you expected?”

He sucks on one immediately and you arch your back at the unexpected pleasure. “Even better”, he squeezes them in his palms, “they’re fucking gorgeous.”

He sucks a deep hickey under your left breast, leaving you whimpering with a hand tangled in his hair. “Always imagined what you sounded like moaning for me.”

You can’t reply, his touches burning through your skin. He kisses down your sternum to your stomach until he’s hovering above your aching clit, a tantalising grin on his face before he’s diving in.

“Fuck!” You wail at the unfamiliar yet mesmerising feelings. His tongue is stiff and pointed, flicking quickly up and down your bundle of nerves.

The grip you have on his hair is deathly but it's the only thing in your reach that can ground you. He licks a long stripe down your sopping slit, keeping his sharp eyes on you the whole time.

“F-feels so fucking good Tae!” You almost scream. He cups his lips around your swollen nub sucking on it with a shit-eating grin on his face.

You’re too dazed to comment on it, reeling in the new pleasures you’re experiencing. You stare down at him, your eyes half opened and so close to rolling to the back of your head.

However, they almost completely open wide at the sight presented before you. With two long fingers, Taehyung is shoving them in his mouth, soaking them with his spit before rubbing them onto your sensitive folds.

You beg. “Put them inside.. Please.” Taehyung doesn’t make a sound only kissing your clit as he plunges his ring decorated fingers into you.

You’re so wet his fingers slide into you with ease. He groans at the sensation, his view focused on the way your cunt greedily sucks him in.

“Look at you, getting my rings all dirty you filthy girl”, he scolds watching the way your essence drips into the crevices of his intricate jewellery.

Taehyung increases the pace of his long fingers, finger fucking you into euphoria. He doesn’t stop there, his lips returning to your desperate clit in a wet mess of your juices and his saliva.

You can feel your orgasm bubbling in your stomach. It's hot and feels so unlike any other upcoming orgasm you’ve experienced. His fingers curl inside of you, his palm slapping your folds with his rapid pace and his lips don’t give any sign of stopping.

“Taehyung- Tae, I’m cumming!” You really scream this time, your orgasm taking control over your body like a demon.

You swear your eyes black out, your body shaking, a warmth gushing out of your cunt as it spazzes out.

Your chest heaves and you blink, feeling a damp pool around you. Oh God, Did you piss yourself?

“Holy fuck Y/N, I can’t believe you just did that.”

You sit up, embarrassed, an apology falling from your lips.

“You just squirted on me.”

You’re flushed, “I- what?”

Taehyung almost looks akin to a wolf hunting down his prey. “That was the hottest fucking experience of my life, holy shit I’m so hard.”

Well at least you didn’t pee on his couch. There’s a surge of overwhelming need for his cock to be inside of you. You’ve never felt this way before, it’s scary but so is this whole experience. It’s definitely one for the books.

Getting up on your knees you hold onto his shoulders, Taehyung raises a brow. “Fuck, I need to ride you, can I ride you?”

You think you just saw his dick twitch at your words. He grins, “just for practice?”

Your smile is sickly sweet, “of course, just for practice.”

His arms are strong when he shuffles into a seated position all while holding your hips above his awaiting cock.

He pauses, a flash of his normal self resurfacing. “You’re on the pill yeah?”

You peck his lips, “yes, now stuff me full.”

That’s all the confirmation he needs before he’s sinking you down onto his length.��

You both let out moans of pleasure at the feeling of being complete. The stretch hurts so bad but hurts so good. He fills you up so well it has you speechless, the air trapped inside your lungs refusing to be released until your walls are comfortable around his impressive girth.

Mumbling a soft curse, you swivel your hips in slow circles, getting used to his large size. Taehyung watches you, hunger written on his face as he licks his lips and examines the way you fit so perfectly on his lap.

You test the waters, holding onto his shoulders for support. You lift your hips and settle back onto his lap. He groans at the wet squelch it makes and slaps your ass, grabbing it in his hand to squeeze it.

You pick up the speed, pumping up and down, whimpering at how well he fills you up. You keep your gaze trained on the image of his dick disappearing in your heat and pulling out with a wet sheen.

Taehyung tucks a finger under your chin, bringing you close to his face to push his soft lips onto yours once again.

It’s weird to say, but you don’t think you can get tired of kissing your best friend. He knows exactly what you want and knows exactly how to make your head spin.

With his large hands of yours, you pick up the pace, slamming your ass onto his hips. You leave his lips, kissing the side of jaw and suckling a few lovebites behind his ear.

His voice is deep and sultry, “fuck yeah, that’s it.” You wail in his hold, pushing yourself to meet his thrusts below. Your thighs burn but the pleasure burns so much hotter.

You feel your second orgasm of the night rising within you and can tell Taehyung is close too. Taehyung assists you, using his thighs to push up into you. Your juices drip down onto his pelvis and both of your breaths get heavier.

His thrusts are fast and rough, creating loud slapping noises that echo around his empty apartment. He grunts, folding his head into the crook of your neck. He’s about to cum and so are you.

With one final gasp your release hits you like a truck. Your thigh shakes in his lap and Taehyung bites at the delicate skin of your neck. His warm seed shoots inside of you, eliciting a small sigh from your lips.

Taehyung releases his hold to lean back onto the couch. He keeps his softening cock inside of you, lazily staring at your fucked out expression.

You play with his rings, “well, how did I do?”

The shit-eating grin is back. “Hmmm, I think you may need more practice.”

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dreamsfreckles · 4 years

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[6:57p.m.] Whatever Idiot

Dream x reader

Fluff

Wholesome bf content 😌 - enjoy!

You furrowed your brows in thought.

As much as you loved watching him game with his friends, you got bored sometimes. It’s not like he left you out or ignored you, but today you were craving a little extra love from your 6’3 boyfriend. “Dream,”as his buddies called him, was playing minecraft yet again, just messing around in the SMP. You came to his house an hour or two ago and talked for a bit before he hopped online with the boys. You didn’t mind, of course. Sometimes you’d play with him, while other times you’d just watch; either way it was equally as entertaining. However, today felt super long, even kind of rough. All you wanted to do once the day ended was to fall into your wonderful boyfriend’s arms... But that was kind of hard to do when he was sitting in front of his desk, clicking away on his keyboard and mouse.

You debated your options.

You could bother him to attract his attention, or you could patiently wait for him like the good girlfriend you are...

After much reluctance, you simply decided to just lay on his bed and scroll through tiktok for the time being.

As you aimlessly pass by hundreds of videos... One of them catches your attention.

There’s a video of a girl setting up her phone on a surface to point at a boy who looks to be gaming on a computer.

That looks familiar to your situation...

She then proceeds to walk over to him, sit down facing him in his lap, and then hug him closely whilst he continues playing on the device.

Your heart flutters watching the video.

That was so cute... What would Clay do if you did that to him..?

Glancing up to him from your spot on his bed, you analyze his set up. Is there room for you to fit in his lap? Is there anything that you could potentially knock over? You sit up more to get a better look. He has space in between himself and the desk that looks to be enough space to crawl into... He also looks calm, so you shouldn’t be interupting anything special...

Deciding that this was your chance, you softly stood from your spot on the bed and padded over to the side of him.

“No, Sapnap, you can’t build that here, it’s-“ Clay spoke into his mic, probably ordering Sapnap around.

With a flushed face, you move to stand more in front of him, causing him to look from his monitor, up to you.

“Babe-“

You wordlessly swing your right leg over his thighs and gently sit yourself down in his lap, facing him, and then wrapping your arms around him. Clay froze, his face heating up as he processed what you just did. You relax into his embrace and nuzzle into the side of his neck.

Finally content with your guys’s proximity, you sigh out the four words you have yet to say to him that night.

“I love you, Clay.”

With his game already paused and mic muted, Clay wraps his arms around you and rests his head on yours. He was smiling, his heart filled with warmth. He didnt realize how much he missed being this close to you.

“I love you too.”

After hugging in silence for a few minutes, Clay’s curiosity got the best of him. “Baby?”

“Hmm?” You breathe out.

“Whatcha doin’?” He asks softly.

“Huggin’ you.”

Clay chuckles, closing his eyes once again, and rubbing his hands up and down your back.

“You are being very cute right now.” He confesses, with a light smirk.

Your lips lift into a smile. “I know.”

Clay lets out a soft wheeze, running his fingers through your hair. “Was I ignoring you too much for your liking? You feeling clingy?” He asked jokingly.

You squeeze him a little tighter. “Lil’ bit.”

Clay chcukles, yet again, and crushes you harder into the hug, causing you to let out a strained squeak. “ClAy! tOo mUcH!” You mangage to yell out, successfully making Clay bubble into a fit of wheezes and giggles. Finally feeling merciful, he lets go of you and allows you to sit up and look down at him. Clay gazes at you with stars in his eyes. Every time he looks at you, a wave of excitment hits him. Being with you was always fun; even if you both were sitting in silence, scrolling through Instagram, or watching youtube together.

Clay’s mind started to wander to how you both got into this situation in the first place. You must’ve gotten a little bored while he was playing. You were usually quite content when he played. Maybe you weren’t. Were you always bored when he played? Were you getting sick of his gaming habits? Worry flashed over Clay for a moment. No... You would say something if you got bored... right? Clay didn’t think it was that deep. If there was a real problem, you probably wouldn’t be in his lap...

Right..?

“Clay?” You broke him from his trance. “Oh.” He blinked. “yeah?” You giggled at his dopey face. “You looked a little concerned for a second.” You admitted, bringing your hand up to his face to pinch his cheekbone. Suddenly, a thought washes over you. “Wait.” You panic. “Is there something on my face?” Clay almost laughed. Almost. He felt a wave mischief wash over him. “Yes, actually.” He smirks. “There’s a very tiny spider on your forehead.” Your eyes widen for a moment and it looks like you’re about to spaz out; but before you do, you realize the look on his face is most definitely cap. You immediately glare at him and smack his shoulder. “I hate you.” You scoffed, getting up from his lap. Clay giggles and tries to tug you back. “Wait, I was kidding!” He draws out, whining at your departure from his lap. You hop back into your original spot and scoff. “Yeah, whatever, go back to blowing George or something.” Clay’s jaw drops at your words. “WhaT DID YOU JUST SAY?” He starts to get up from the chair. You look up from your phone, knowing what’s about to happen. “Nope. Nope. Go back to your desk, I’m not starting this with you again.” You deny, shaking your head and directing him to sit back down. Clay stares at you in disbelief. “Wh-“ he looks back to his computer and then back to you. “What do you mean ‘starting this again’-“ he mocks in your voice. You burst out laughing, denying him from coming any closer. “I meAN-“ you say exhasporatedly. “We both know what the fuck you’re about to do and I CAN’T-“ before you could finish your sentence, you were already being thrown over his shoulder. “CLAY!” You screech. “I’M SERIOUS CLAY, I CAN’T-“ Clay shakes his head, already done with you. “Nope you got on my nerves, this is your punishment.” Clay walks out of his room, through the kitchen, and out the patio door, heading straight for his pool. “CLAY I SWEAR TO GOD IF YOU-“ and with one final curse from you, Clay flings himself, with you over his shoulder, into his backyard pool.

Clay is already laughing as you rise to the surface of the water, a glare on your face. Clay is wheezing with laughter. You almost felt concerned that he wasn’t breathing. Almost. As his wheezing turns to laughing and laughing turns to giggling, he finally was to the point where he could function. You raise your eyebrows. “Done?” You ask. Clay lets out one last chcukle, walking towards your body half submerged in the water. “Not quite.” He states suggestively, walking up to you until you’re an inch apart in the middle of the pool.

Now, there’s no way you’re letting him back you up against the pool wall like some PUSSY. So you stood your ground in your sopping wet sweatshirt. If anything, YOU were the one who was going to be backing HIM up against some wall.

Clay stares at you expectingly, water driping from his wet hair. You stare right back at him, no sign of emotion. He looks back and fourth between both of your eyes, trying to make you break. However, your stare is much stronger and is quickly causing Clay to panic. You stare harder. ‘Break, break’ you chant in your head. Clays eyes squint. You follow suit.

Clay blinks.

“FUCK”

“HAHAHA IDIOT I WIN!” You rejoice.

Clay sighs, running his hands over his face. “Whatever.” He deadpans. “Lets just get out of here.” He mopes, walking to the stairs of the pool.

You giggle. “Someone’s a sore loser...” you poke, causing Clay to look back at you with a fierce look in his eyes. You laugh and swim up to him, latching yourself onto his wet t-shirt-clad back. “Stop giving me that look, you puppy. I know who you truly are.” You smile up at him innocently. Clay rolls his eyes and smiles.

“Whatever, idiot.”

Lol, hope you liked it! This was my first try writing with the dream team and I plan to write more! Let me know if you have any feedback! Also, I can take requests if anyone is interested :3 thx!

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helpimhyperfixating · 3 years

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Photos and Crushes - Cowboy AU Jotaro x Reader P1

Look, I’ve been playing some Red Dead Redemption 2 again and I just got this idea. Sooo, rooty-tooty-guns-n-shootie, takes place in 1887 ish, America.

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You are a kindhearted, positive, gentle person. Despite the harsh reality you live in, you try to see the good in people, even if it sometimes might not be there.

It has gotten you into plenty of trouble before but, it has gotten you so much more positivity as well.

Jotaro was one of those positive points. Angry, aggressive and dangerous in the eyes of others, you were one of the few who didn’t judge him for how he looked and carried himself. And thus, a miraculous friendship was born.

Whenever you would hang out together, people would always be wary of the strange duo, more so for your safety than what you would be up to. But you never paid them any mind. If they wanted to judge Jotaro, that was fine, but you wouldn’t let it ruin the time you had with him.

Jotaro, of course, noticed all the stares and whispers, but he didn’t give a shit.

When he had met you two years ago, you were being cornered by a couple of guys who had taken advantage of your kindness, pretending to ask if you could lead them to the general store, only to drag you into a secluded alleyway.

It just so happened that Jotaro had been across the street, seeing you happily chatting about the town to the boys, oblivious to the malicious glint in their eyes.

At first he didn’t want to get involved. He had seen you around before but never talked to you and if you were dumb enough to not see their true motive, why should he involve himself? But then you looked around and crossed eyes with him, and instead of instant swooning or darting your eyes away and cowering in fear, you sent him a polite smile and a wave, since you recognised him from around town. It surprised him, seeing you act so casually and greet him like a person.

Gritting his teeth, Jotaro looked down at his feet for a second, grabbing the bill of his hat in frustration, only to abruptly let it go and stand up, discreetly starting to follow you and the boys.

Not a few minutes later and the boys executed their plan, pulling you into an abandoned alley, much to your surprise. They didn’t get even twenty seconds before Jotaro slinked up behind them. Just the image and threat of the imposing nineteen year old was enough to get the boys to scamper off with their tails between their legs.

Upon being saved, you practically dragged Jotaro along, insisting on paying him a drink as thanks and from there on, the two of you hit it off.

Ever since then, you two regularly hung out. And Jotaro had taken it upon himself to become your self-appointed bodyguard.

Right now he was headed to the church.

The town you two lived in was of moderate size and, since there were so many people in one place, a small church was built there. But Jotaro wasn’t going to the church so he could pray to God, no, he was going because you were there.

He knew you had started teaching kids how to read. Most of them were homeless, piss-poor or sticky-fingered little brats, but you taught them all the same.

Jotaro had once pointed it out and asked if you knew what those kids were actually up to every day. You had answered with a shrug, saying it didn’t matter and that you just wanted to help them. Jotaro had just grumbled at that and pulled his hat down. It didn’t matter to him, as long as they kept their grubby hands off of your belongings and didn’t harm you.

He rounded a corner and the church finally came into view further down the dirt-path. For a second, Jotaro reconsidered whether he wanted to visit you or not. He had nothing to do and wanted to share in your company, but he also knew that if you weren’t done teaching yet, you would not go with him until you were; which would mean Jotaro either had to leave with his tail between his legs in front of a bunch of brats, or he had to sit down and endure their incessant squabbling.

Shaking his head, he just decided to go for it. Regrettably enough, Jotaro just really wanted to see you right now. Recently, a gang of thieves and murderers had swept through town and pretty much everyone had been holed up inside, making him unable to see or spend time with you.

Finally reaching the church, he looked past the gates to see you sitting on the steps, about eight kids with you, of which five were sitting around you, while the other three were fooling around on the small grass churchyard that sat in front of the steps.

God, you were beautiful. Jotaro could immediately tell some of these kids were violent, thieves and just straight nasty, yet you talked with them as if they were your own.

Your own.

Jesus, how his stomach twisted at the thought. You both were 21 now and Jotaro knew he should be looking to the future. If there was someone he wanted to be with, it was you. And just the thought of you, your belly swollen with his child? It shook him to the core.

As he reached the gate, he must have stared at you for a little too long because as soon as he had put two steps inside, the three boys that were kicking around on the grass stopped in front of him, seeming to be between the ages of eleven to thirteen.

“Whoa there, mister! What do you think you’re doing?” The dirty blond to his right said and Jotaro looked down at the boys, raising an eyebrow at them for stopping him. “We don’t like that look in your eyes.” The boy continued.

“Yeah, need we remind you you are on church grounds?”

“What were you staring at Miss Y/N for, mister? What do you want with her?” The third kid spoke up and Jotaro was now annoyed, feeling ticked off at their questioning.

“That’s my business, now get out of my way.” He glared, but though he could see he scared them, they held their ground.

“No! We are not letting you hurt her!”

“You wanna fight for it? Let’s go then!” The one right in front put his fists up.

“Yare yare daze, just move, kid.” Jotaro sighed, tilting his hat over his eyes to stay calm.

“Now you’ve done it! Haaa-!” The blond yelled out, punching Jotaro in the stomach, but the man didn’t even flinch. The kid’s eyes went big.

He looked to his friends for help and they got the hint, all three of them now rearing up for an attack as they each shouted a battle cry, going to throw punches while Jotaro grit his teeth in annoyance. As much as he despised these little shits, he couldn’t punch them, and so he just decided to let them vent and then move on.

Someone else however, heard the screaming. “Hey! What’s going o-! Oh! Hey, Jotaro!”

Your sudden happy greeting stopped the boys in their tracks and two of them stumbled as they made their punches go wide to miss the intimidating man.

Jotaro put his hand up in greeting and you beamed a smile, much to the confusion of the kids. You excused yourself from the five around you and walked over.

“So, what’s going on here?” You asked sweetly, yet there was a warning undertone in your voice.

“N-Nothing!” The blond squeaked, holding a not so convincing smile, his face screaming ‘guilty’.

“Good grief, I told you they were brats.” Jotaro once again lowered his hat over his eyes, feeling a kick to his shin that made him glare at the boy beside him, instantly making him run off in fear, the other two following not a second later.

“Oi, don’t be mean to my kids.” You scolded him, rapping your knuckles on the top of his head.

“They’re not your kids.” Jotaro deadpanned and you sputtered a bit.

“Yeah, well, not technically no, but-“

“That little shit stole from me two weeks ago.” He pointed to the auburn haired boy that had been standing to his left earlier.

“He did? What did he steal?” You questioned, your brows furrowing.

“Pack of cigarettes and my lighter. That shit ain’t cheap you know.” He grumbled as he stuffed his hands in his pockets.

“Oi, stop swearing every other sentence. You’re on church grounds.” You lightly smacked him on the chest while Jotaro just gave you a look that said ‘does it look like I care?’. “So... why are you here?” You then asked, diverting the subject.

“Just came by to see you.” Jotaro shrugged.

“Aw, how sweet.” You teased a little but a small blush did make its way onto your cheeks, making Jotaro’s heart skip a beat. Could that mean you...? No, he shouldn’t jump to conclusions. “Why don’t you come sit down?” You suddenly asked and Jotaro looked down at you.

“No, I don’t-“

“Too bad, too late!” You grinned as you grabbed his hand out of his pocket and dragged him back to the stairs with you, not even giving him any time to protest. “Everyone, this is Jotaro! Jotaro, this is everyone.” You smiled as you introduced him to the terrified kids on the stairs.

A small girl then slowly stepped forward, her hair almost white-blonde and braided in two braids down the sides of her head.

She looked up at Jotaro with big eyes, the man staring back, before smiling wide, holding her arms up at him and making grabby hands. “Uh.” Jotaro hesitantly looked at you while you just held the biggest smile.

“That’s Amelia, she’s seven years old and mute.” You explained before urging Jotaro with your eyes to do as she asked and pick her up.

Sighing, he leaned down and grabbed the girl under her armpits, easily lifting her up into his arms and looping an arm under her to hold her. Amelia immediately wrapped her tiny arms around his neck, smiling brightly as she looked into his eyes.

Jotaro averted his gaze from the girl in his arms, over to you, to see you nearly melting on the spot. He rolled his eyes in response to you freaking out. “Happy?” He grumbled out and you just nodded vehemently.

A tugging broke Jotaro from watching you and he looked down behind him to see a little boy tugging on his pants, pointing up at him.

“You want to go up too?” You questioned and the boy nodded enthusiastically, shouting out a ‘yeah!’.

“Wait, Y/N-“ Before he could do anything about it, you had lifted the boy and placed him on Jotaro’s back, letting him cling by himself since Jotaro was using both hands to hold the girl.

You couldn’t help but laugh at the disgruntled look on Jotaro’s face as the boy giggled loudly, clinging tightly on his back.

The other children were suddenly a lot less terrified, as two others stood up and started tugging on his pants as well. It was clear that the younger kids had stayed around you as you taught the lesson, while the older three had drifted a bit away. This meant however, that Jotaro was now surrounded by small kids, two of them on top of him.

“I’m not a horse you know.” He grumbled, looking at the two hanging on his pants a little warily, watching where they put their hands.

“You’re not, but you’re just as tall, if not taller, and a lot less dangerous.” You grinned, earning a glare from the man though you knew there was no real hostility in it.

Just then, the doors to the church opened and a nun came walking out. “Ah, miss L/N! How goes the reading?” She questioned and you turned your gaze from watching Jotaro, to the nun.

“Ah! It’s going fine, thank you! And thank you again for letting me use this space.” You smiled sweetly.

“Of course, our doors are open for you anytime.” The nun smiled back before turning to see the remarkable sight of Jotaro, surrounded by kids, holding a small girl while another child clung to his back. “Mr. Kujo.” She smiled, pleasantly surprised.

“Hello, Sister.” Jotaro greeted back. He may be a hardass, but he at least had respect for those who deserved it, unlike a lot of other people.

“It is good to see you again. Coming to visit Y/N I see?” She smiled and Jotaro dipped his head a little in response, both as a way to answer yet also as a way to hide his eyes from the Sister, for he knew she could look through him as though he was shouting out his thoughts and emotions. “Well, no matter.” The nun smiled slyly to herself, seeing through the action. “Who here is hungry?” She then spoke out a little louder and almost every tiny head perked up.

You giggled at the sight and swiftly moved to behind Jotaro, grabbing onto the boy hanging there and lifting him down from his back while Jotaro himself carefully sat the girl down. In a matter of seconds, all of the kids were lined up in a row and quickly started following the nun into the church, the doors closing behind them and leaving you and Jotaro on the steps.

“Whoo, they are always a lively bunch.” You chuckled, turning a little to face Jotaro before walking up to the stairs and sitting down on them, grabbing the book you had been working on with them, as well as the notebook and pencil.

“What book were you reading?” Jotaro asked, sitting down next to you. You took notice of how close he sat though, his arm touching yours as you sat side by side.

“King Arthur and the knights of the round table.” You said it in a fancy manner and held the book up for him as he took it from your hands.

“Knights? Really?” He scoffed as he briefly leafed through the pages and you playfully bumped your shoulder into his.

“Hey! It’s good for their imagination.” You chuckled. “Besides, it needs to be engaging for them. Lord knows I can’t try to teach them to read with the kinds of books you read. ‘How wagons are assembled’ or ‘how nature works’. Oh! Oh! ‘How a steam train or steam boat functions’.” You giggled a little as you poked fun at him, lowering your voice near the end to match his as best you could as you spoke.

“That’s not what I sound like.” Jotaro rolled his eyes, but the corner of his mouth quirked up.

“Sure you don’t, tough boy.” You leaned forward until you could look at him from under the brim of his hat, now hovering over his lap as you cocked your head with a smirk. “I have heard you rant about inventions and discoveries made more than anyone else, I’m pretty sure.”

Jotaro just scoffed and looked to the side, unable to hide his slightly embarrassed blush since you were right below him. Oh god, you were right below him, your face so close to his. He only needed to lean down a little and- Clearing his throat, Jotaro leaned back a bit, giving himself some space and prompting you to sit up again, none the wiser from what was going through his head.

“Hey, did you know they were setting up a new shop last week? Apparently you can get your picture taken there.” You suddenly started, looking forward through the churchyard as you mused.

“Oh?” Jotaro spoke, trying to sound disinterested yet listening intently.

“Would you... perhaps want to take a picture with me there?” You hesitantly asked and Jotaro’s heart skipped a beat though he didn’t show it. “I always wanted to see what I would look like on one of those.”

“Not very different from what you look like when you look in a mirror.” Jotaro cringed at how roughly that came out but he had said it before he could stop himself. He just hoped it didn’t dissuade you from wanting to take a picture with him.

“Say, are you insulting me, Mr. Kujo?” You teased lightheartedly, nudging him again and a tiny relieved smile played on Jotaro’s lips.

“I wouldn’t dream of ever insulting you.”

“Alright, now I know you’re just taking a piss.” You laughed. “Either way, what do you say we-!” You suddenly stopped your excited exclamation, catching Jotaro’s attention. “Oh wait, it’d probably cost a lot huh? Shoot, never mind, we can go do something else...” You deflated but quickly shook it off, perking up in feigned happiness again. “Do you have anything in mind!?”

Jotaro however, studied your face close. He hated to see how your excitement got washed away so quickly. “Yare yare.” Standing up from the stairs, he held his right hand out to you.

“Oh, you’ve got something?” You asked, seemingly back to your happy self as you put your hand in his and allowed him to pull you up.

“Let’s go get that picture taken.”

Your face turned into shock as he said that. “Wait, really? But I just said- I- you- You mean you’ll pay?”

“As long as I can be in it as well, yes.” Jotaro gently tugged your hand, still holding onto it as he now used it to coax you along. “Let’s go then, we don’t know when it closes and it is getting late.”

Jotaro started walking, very consciously keeping hold of your hand. As you fell into step with him, excitedly buzzing, he made a bold move as he re-gripped your hand to fit more comfortably in his; as if you were intentionally holding hands from the beginning instead of just still awkwardly holding on after Jotaro pulled you to your feet.

You didn’t seem any wiser while Jotaro felt his heart pounding in his throat, relishing in how his hand fit around yours, your hand unconsciously still holding onto his. He was so tempted to rub his thumb over the back of your palm or to actually entwine his fingers with yours, but decided against it since that would definitely draw your attention to your hands and he didn’t want that. Right now, he would just hold on, silently musing to himself how small your hand was compared to his and how right it felt to have your hand sat in his.

In this moment, it was one of the few times Jotaro was actually glad for your obliviousness.

It didn’t take long for the two of you to reach the photography shop and you both stood in front of the door, slogans and examples of pictures slapped everywhere to lure people in.

‘Get your photo taken with your loved one and display the memory, so you may never forget!’

That and more was plastered on the display window, yet Jotaro couldn’t take his eyes off of that particular one. ‘With your loved one’. His attention automatically reverted back to how you were still holding hands and he had to try everything in his power to keep his face from heating up.

“Let’s go in!” You jumped once, breaking him out of his focus as you started dragging him to the door, opening it not a second later, the tall male in tow.

“Good afternoon, how can I help the lovely couple tonight?” A man standing in front of a camera asked when he saw you two come in, hand in hand.

“Oh, uh. We’re, uh.” Your face burst into flame as he commented that, your eyes drifted up to Jotaro and then to your entwined hands, realising you were still holding onto him.

You quickly made a move to let him go but Jotaro kept holding on, preventing you from pulling away as he squeezed your hand a little tighter.

“We’re here to get a picture taken, old man. What else.” He snapped a little and you sighed good-naturedly. Good ol’ Jotaro: intimidating people and being scary upon meeting them for the first time.

“Oh, haha, of course.” The owner chuckled nervously, though you swore you could hear him mutter a ‘I’m not that old’ as he turned to check his camera. “Uhm, you can just take your place in front of the background there.” He then smiled, motioning to the wall the camera was set up in front of.

The ‘background’ was a painting of an open plain, a rock formation with a modest waterfall in the back, as well as an eagle in the right hand corner.

Your jittery yet excited nerves for doing this came back, making you forget the flustering comment of the shop owner and you started walking towards the wall.

“Hope it’s gonna turn out alright.” You grinned up at Jotaro and he sent you a rare reassuring smile. It was small, but it was there, and suddenly, you were completely calm and ready to get this photo taken. The two of you took your place, Jotaro standing right up against you, making you blush.

“Alright.” The owner nervously rubbed his hands together, obviously still a bit scared of the nearly two meter tall man in black. “Ah, you are already in the perfect positions, you are naturals at this.” He tried to crack a joke but it came out a little awkward and he cleared his throat. “Look here please.” The man pointed at a spot right above the camera before ducking behind the device.

And just like that, the photos were taken.

After this entire time, Jotaro relinquished his hold on your hand, figuring it was best to let go, lest he was too obvious and even you would notice. Hell you, probably already did but thought nothing of it. Your obliviousness shining through again.

In the end, the two of you picked out the two best ones, nearly identical, and took one each.

That night, as Jotaro walked back home, he admired the photograph in his hand. He didn’t care much for how he looked in it, but it was the exact opposite with you. You looked so happy in it. Your smile shining bright and your energy nearly radiating off of it even through the photo. Yet what Jotaro treasured more than all in it, was the way your hands were entwined in the photo. Right in the middle, screaming for him to look at it. And look he did, feeling his cheeks heat up a little.

Opening the door to his home, he was immediately bombarded as his mother latched to him, wrapping her arms around his torso.

“Jotaro, you’re home!” She cheered happily. “You missed dinner so I put some to the side for you.” She smiled and Jotaro just huffed a little, pushing her off of himself. He wasn’t even hungry, he just wanted to go to bed.

That wish was short-lived however, as someone suddenly tackled him from behind, making him face plant into the floor.

“Jotaro! My boy!” The oh-so familiar voice of his grandfather sounded.

Question marks went off in the younger man’s head. His mother hadn’t told him the old man was coming for a visit?

“Get off.” Jotaro grunted as he attempted to shake his grandpa off but it was futile, as Joseph instead put him into a deadlock, pulling his arm behind his back and trapping it there, which made his eyes widen. The fucking photograph was in that hand and if that old man got even a single crinkle or fold in it, he would have his head.

“Good evening, Jotaro.” A familiar accented voice spoke and Jotaro looked up from under his hat to see Caesar sitting in the arm chair facing him, giving a disappointed look at Joseph.

“Caesar.” Jotaro grunted back a greeting as Joseph found that exact moment to twist his arm a little further.

“Oh, what’s this?” The voice on top suddenly curiously spoke and Jotaro felt the photograph be swiped from his fingers, making his eyes widen.

His grandfather was an expert at pinning people down thanks to years of random fights and being friends with Caesar. Yet you should never underestimate a desperate man trying to keep his dignity who also has a temper to match.

Thanks to Joseph using one hand to look at the paper in his hand, he had lost his hold on Jotaro’s right arm and the young man took full use of it.

Pushing himself up a bit, he threw the older man off of himself and turned around to swipe the photo back, but Joseph was way quicker and had used the momentum to get to his feet and run over to Caesar, standing behind his chair as he turned the paper around, feasting his eyes on the photo again.

“What’s this, Jotaro? Who’s that with you?” He asked in disbelief and Jotaro clenched his jaw. His mother, upon hearing her father say the sentence, zipped over and curiously looked at the photo as well, gasping a little once she saw it, before looking up at her son and sending him a giant grin.

Jotaro pulled his hat down a little and stomped over, attempting to swipe at the photo. “Give it back.” He growled as he tried to grab it, but Joseph moved it out of his reach.

“No way! You have some explaining to do, I mean, you’re smiling in this!”

“I’m not.” Jotaro grumbled, once again lunging forward to get it back, but Joseph tittered away, way too giddy and happy about what he was finding out about his grandson.

“Yes you are! Look! It’s small, but it’s there!” He turned the photo around and pointed at Jotaro’s face in it. Holly took a closer look and her proud grin grew even more.

“Would you stop, old man? It’s nothing, so just give it back.” Jotaro once again walked across the room to try and reach his grandfather, but Joseph danced out of his grasp once more, skipping over to Caesar who had stayed seated in this entire ordeal and showing the photo to his lifelong friend.

“Look Caesar! You see it too right?”

Caesar, who had had his eyes closed, opened them and slowly looked up at Joseph, grasping the photo with his left hand before harshly grasping his friend’s wrist, prying his hand away from the photo before getting out of the chair and moving over to the younger man.

“Here you go.” He spoke as he returned the photo.

“Thanks.” Jotaro spoke, a little unsure of what to say.

“Tell her how you feel soon. Don’t let it slip through your fingers.” Jotaro blinked a few times, feeling his face heat up a little as the Italian man gave the advice, speaking loud enough for only him to hear it. With a soft tug, he pulled down the brim of his hat over his eyes and nodded, quickly making his way out of the room so he could finally just go to bed.

As he walked through the hall, he heard his grandpa’s despairing cries, questioning Caesar why he would do that, and a small smirk appeared on Jotaro’s face. He could always trust in Caesar.

- - - -

Two weeks had passed and Jotaro was sitting on the steps of the church. To his left, he heard your gentle and caring voice reading passages of the book to the kids around. To his right, the little girl, Amelia, was practically glued to his hip as he read his own book, just silently sitting through your class.

He had been doing this more and more frequently, just coming by every once in a while, not really saying anything and just sitting with you as you taught the kids.

As he turned the page of his book, he suddenly felt something being lifted from his front pocket however and he snapped his head up, looking to his left to see the dirty blond, who he now knew as Jack, lifting his pocket watch from its place. The boy immediately noticed he was found out and bolted, laughing as he ran across the grass to the fences on the other side.

Jotaro however, was pissed as he slammed his book shut and walked over to Jack with large strides. “Give it back.” He spoke lowly, a threatening glare directed at the boy.

Jotaro physically saw him gulp, smirking a little to himself to see he still had his intimidating presence with these kids. But it was short lived, since Jack seemingly found a bit of courage again - continuing on with the plan, unknown to Jotaro.

“Why? I’m sure you can buy another one. Unless... this one is special?” Jotaro narrowed his eyes dangerously and Jack could feel his heart hammering in his chest. He clicked open the watch and there was a triumphant glint in his eyes. “Aha.” He spoke and smirked up at Jotaro, only for that smirk to leave as he saw the dangerous aura radiating off of the man. “Tommy!” He yelled and threw the pocket watch, making Jotaro’s heart sink for a moment, scared it would drop on the stone steps and break.

“You little shit.” He glared at Jack before turning around to Tommy, who was standing on the steps of the church.

“Hey, what’s going on!” You called out, looking up from your book while the children around were trying to write letters in your notebook.

Tommy immediately took this chance and rushed over to you when Jotaro started taking threatening strides towards the boy. He didn’t want to hit a kid but so help him god, he would get that pocket watch back. Jotaro wasn’t fast enough however, as Tommy zipped over to you and flipped the pocket watch open, shoving it in your face.

Jotaro faltered in his steps, nervous sweat rolling down the side of his face. Those little brats had planned this all out. They knew. Jotaro hated to say it, but he had made it too obvious that he was sweet on you and they knew.

“Jotaro!” Your exclamation of surprise ripped him from his thoughts and he looked over at you, doing his best to keep an expression of indifference. “How did you manage to do this? I had to make a bigger frame to fit mine!” You turned the pocket watch around so he could see the inside, showing the clock on the right while on the left, on the inside of the cover, he now had a perfect view of the photograph of the two of you that he had stuck in there.

Jack and Tommy groaned while Jotaro’s shoulders slumped a bit. In both relief, as well as disappointment for some reason, seeing you were none the wiser.

Jotaro just waved his hand a bit, dismissing your question as he walked over and took the pocket watch back from you. Looking it over to see if it was damaged but luckily, it wasn’t. Concluding that, he flipped it shut and put it back in the pocket where it belonged.

“Well?” You looked up at him with hopeful and curious eyes and Jotaro pulled his hat down over his face. You looked... cute.

Jotaro didn’t lift his hat as he took his spot next to you again. “I went back and had a photograph taken of the photograph.” He said through gritted teeth, reluctantly telling you how he did it, embarrassment flooding through him over having to admit that.

“Oh, that’s so clever! I should do something like that as well.” You giggled, then dreamingly looked forward.

You were pulled out of it by a small tug on your sleeve. “Miss Y/N, can we have a break?” The small boy asked and you smiled sweetly, nodding.

“Of course, you go ahead and play for a bit.” You shoo’ed all the kids and they erupted into talk and laughter, all of them getting up and finding a place to play.

As the kids were running around a bit during the break, a shadow got cast over a specific pair of boys, making them freeze and slowly turn around to the imposing figure. “Tommy. Jack. Any of you touch my shit ever again and I will make you severely regret it.” The threat and danger in Jotaro’s voice was real and the boys swallowed heavily, nodding frantically before busting out into a sprint, running away as far as possible before squeaking as Jotaro made his way back over to them, since they had ran towards where you sat on the steps and that was where Jotaro wanted to sit down again as well.

“Did you have to scare them like that?” You questioned with a chuckle and Jotaro just huffed in amusement as he sat down.

“Yes. They need to know not to take my stuff.”

“You know, you’re right. That is a good lesson to learn.” You chuckled, only for your smile to slowly dim down as your attention got taken by several pairs of horse hooves thumping across the ground. “What’s that?” You questioned as you looked at the large group of riders, watching them trot closer and closer, slowing down the closer they got to the church. All of them carried rather large guns and other weapons.

You nervously looked up at Jotaro, who had his eyes narrowed as he looked at the large group as well. “Stay alert.” He spoke quietly and you nodded, the both of you getting up.

Jotaro whistled loud and curtly, gaining the attention of all the kids. You quickly motioned your arms for all of them to come, not wanting to verbally shout it just in case the riders would hear and take it the wrong way.

Taking the hint, the kids all started to run into your arms and Jotaro took a step forward, holding his arms out a little to keep you and the children behind him.

Everyone had fearful looks as Amelia was the last to reach you, running behind you and around, hanging on the back of Jotaro’s pants. It wasn’t a few seconds later that the riders all stopped in front of the church.

“Howdy, partner.” The leader of the herd spoke up after a few seconds but Jotaro immediately picked up on the false friendliness in the voice.

“What do you want?” He bit back, glaring vehemently.

“Whoa, so angry.” The man mocked with a large grin, turning back to his friends behind him who laughed softly. “You should show me some respect you know.” He then continued, turning back to Jotaro with that grin still on his face. “Did your momma never teach you respect?” He continued jesting but Jotaro didn’t give any reaction, just holding the intimidating glare on the man.

This made him feel as if he was losing grip of the situation, so the man decided to take another approach and laughed a bit while calling out. “Why don’t I teach you some then?” He jokingly pointed his gun at Jotaro and the children whimpered and gasped in fear from behind him. Your grip on his trenchcoat tightened and Jotaro’s reaction was immediate, his right hand pulling back to behind his back before snapping forward, a gun now pointed at the man’s head.

“Try it.” Jotaro’s voice was low and dangerous and even the rider took note of it. “I know exactly what you’re up to. This is a community church, it has nothing of value for you, so take your little group and piss off. You’re scaring the children.” Jotaro calmly spoke as he stared down the barrel of the gun, showing not even a hint of fear, nervousness or hesitation.

“Now... calm down, friend.” The man tried, re-gripping his gun a little nervously.

“We ain’t friends and you know it. Get the hell away from here.” Jotaro’s hand was as steady as ever, his gun constantly pointed at the man’s head without even a single tremor or twitch from holding the iron up.

This angered the man. “You seem to not understand that you are outnumbered here, friend.” He spoke, calling Jotaro that again on purpose, signalling his mates in the meantime, who all grabbed a gun and pointed it at Jotaro as well.

The children cowered even more, small shrieks leaving them and you tried to shush them. “It’s alright, just stay behind me and Jotaro. You’re alright.” You spoke in a hushed tone, petting the heads of those you could reach. You discreetly saw the door to the church open and saw the Sister poke her head out. You quickly and frantically shook your head, a message for her to stay where she was.

“Are you really going to threaten children on church grounds?” Jotaro questioned calmly and the leader growled a bit in anger.

“Stop acting so smug or I’ll blast your head off! And that of that girl too! Give those brats something to look at!”

“Threaten her again and I’ll make sure you’ll never speak again.” Jotaro’s retort was immediate as he glared at the man, lowering his gun just a little to point directly at the mouth of the loud-mouthed bastard.

“Hit a nerve?” The guy smirked. “I’ll say it again, you’re outnumbered.”

“I wouldn’t be so sure, son.” A new voice spoke up and everyone’s head whipped to the source. “What’s going on here?” The sheriff spoke, tilting his head a little while two of his deputies joined his side, all of them having their hands hovering over the guns strapped to their belts.

Now that there were a lot more possible enemies, the man wavered. Slowly and reluctantly, he lowered his gun. “Nothing, sheriff. Just a bit of harmless fun.” He spoke and his friends took it as a sign to lower their guns as well.

“Was it? ‘Cause as far as I can see you are threatening innocent children. Now, will you move on yourself or will we have a problem?”

“Tch.” The man gritted his teeth before hitting the reins of his horse, simultaneously softly kicking his feet into its belly, making the animal start calmly stepping forward, the rest of his group following his example as they started riding away at a slow pace.

“Follow them and make sure they leave proper.” The sheriff whispered to his deputies before leaving them to their business and walking over to the gate leading into the church grounds.

Jotaro kept his gun up the entire time the gang of riders were riding away, all of them sending occasional glances back that kept Jotaro on high alert. Only once the deputies rode past and started tailing the men did he finally lower it.

Once he un-cocked the gun and sighed out, the children still cowering behind the two of you finally relaxed a little, two of them bursting into tears as the sheriff walked through the fence and towards the steps of the church - to which you immediately started trying to console them.

“Holy crap! You just won that standoff singlehandedly!!” Jack shouted as the sheriff stepped into earshot, the boy jumping in front of Jotaro with his hands thrown in the air as he looked at the man before him in awe.

“That was so cool!! It was like twenty to one and you still won!” Tommy piped in with an exaggerated number and Jotaro lowered his hat over his eyes, softly letting out his usual catchphrase.

“Are you boys all alright?” The sheriff walked up and Jotaro lifted his gaze again, briefly looking back to see you had succeeded in calming the children down, four of them now clinging to you in a group hug as the doors to the church opened properly, the nun quickly walking out to help comfort the children.

“Yes. Thank you for stepping in.” Jotaro spoke back, nonchalantly putting his gun back in its place, hidden behind his trenchcoat.

“Well, that’s my job.” The sheriff joked before turning a little more serious. “What happened exactly?”

Jotaro looked back at you once again, seeing you now quietly talking with the kids to calm them down. This earned him an elbow poke in the ribs from Tommy and he glared at the kid, making said boy giggle to himself and drag Jack with him, running over to you.

“They came to rob the church, believing it to have many riches like those city churches have, probably.” Jotaro sounded a little indifferent as he turned back to look forward and the sheriff hummed.

“Mr. Kujo saved us, sheriff Miller.” The sister spoke as she walked up, placing a hand on Jotaro’s shoulder blade. Jotaro just looked down at the nun, getting a grateful smile from her and he gave a small barely noticeable nod back.

Something suddenly latched onto his right leg and Jotaro looked down to see Amelia hanging on his pant leg, burying her head into the fabric.

Jotaro just looked at her for a second. He didn’t know what he had done to get her like this, but Amelia had really attached herself to him. Jotaro on the other hand, still had no idea what to do around children. He awkwardly patted her on her head, making her look up. “Go to Y/N, it’s alright.” He spoke, trying his best to sound gentle but it still came out quite gruffly, regrettably enough.

Amelia didn’t seem to care though and stayed latched on his leg while both the nun and the sheriff chuckled discreetly at the young man trying his best. Crouching down to get on eye height with the girl, the sheriff got her attention. “Are you alright?” He asked and Amelia turned her head, half of her face still buried in Jotaro’s trousers but still paying attention. She nodded softly and the sheriff smiled.

“Why don’t you go to Miss L/N, Mr. Kujo? I’ll handle the rest.” The Sister smiled and Jotaro nodded at her, turning around.

Amelia let go of his leg and instead grabbed his hand, trying to pull him along now as she tried to hurry over to you.

Once he was close enough, you noticed and got up, turning around to face him. Amelia let go of his hand and ran to her friends while your eyes crossed with Jotaro’s.

Tears were pricking in the corners and that shocked Jotaro slightly. He had no time to react as you ran over to him and jumped into him, wrapping your arms around his neck as you buried your head in his shoulder.

He immediately caught you, wrapping his arms around your body and holding it against himself to hold you up. Yet, his eyes were wide as he felt his heart thump. He had no idea what to do. He felt you pressing your face even deeper into his neck, trying to keep yourself from crying in front of the children but Jotaro knew you wanted to, more than anything.

His brain short-circuited and all he could think to do was tighten his hold on you, letting you know he was there.

Some noises to his left caught his attention and he looked over to see Jack and Tommy making kissy faces at him. In an immediate reaction he kicked a rock that lay at his foot to them, making them dodge it and giggle while running away again, joining the other kids while Jotaro silently grumbled to himself, trying to calm his beating heart.

“You alright?” He asked after a minute more of silence and he felt you nod into his shoulder.

“Yeah... you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Jotaro questioned and you lifted your head, leaning back a bit to look at his face. Your eyes were a bit red and you sniffled softly.

“Well.” You started with a small sad chuckle. “You did just nearly die.”

To that, Jotaro rolled his eyes. “You clearly read the situation wrong then.” He put you back on your feet, looking to see the nun walking back over to the children while the sheriff was now walking away, sticking his hand up as he looked back in a goodbye before turning around fully and walking back to his horse.

Because he was looking to the sheriff walking away however, he was unable to brace himself when you took a few steps back and jumped right into him, tackling him to the floor.

A heavy ‘oof’ left him as he crashed to the ground with you right on top of him. You immediately sat onto his stomach and Jotaro had to try very hard to suppress a blush at the sight.

“Don’t you dare accuse me of seeing things wrong when I am just worried for your safety.” You spoke, poking his chest in warning, but the teasing look in your eyes told Jotaro exactly what you were thinking.

In return, Jotaro grabbed your wrists and rolled the two of you around so that you were now pinnend under him. “I will accuse you, because you will always remain oblivious.” He spoke, his voice sounding a little strained even though he held a small smirk.

“Oblivious to what?” You questioned, narrowing your eyes. Jotaro didn’t say anything, just looked deeply in your eyes. Neither of you really noticed he was leaning down until his face was inches from yours.

Yet before anything else could happen: “GET HIIIIMMM!!” A young voice screamed out and Jotaro jerked his head back up, looking up past his shoulder only to have three different bodies flung on top of him.

You burst out laughing at Jotaro’s surprised face that only you had a view of, even though you were still trapped under the man, his hands on either side of you as he attempted to keep himself from toppling over and crushing you.

“No, no! Oh dear.” You heard the Sister laugh, having tried to stop the children, only to fail miserably as six of the eight were now on top of Jotaro, trying to bring him down.

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☀︎︎-: 𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚢𝚘𝚞𝚛 𝚑𝚊𝚗𝚍 :-☀︎︎

Kimetsu no yaiba x reader

°•.《 characters 》.•°

Rengoku, Giyuu, Shinobu, Sanemi

Tw: Swearing because Sanemi is Sanemi

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I'm definitely gonna binge write this series after watching the movie, I literally cant stop thinking about it--

Send in as much requests as you want!! :))

I do fluff, different AU's, angst and NSFW(we'll see).

Keep in mind, I havent read the manga. I'm caught up to the train Arc and that's it, so try not to spoil anything by requesting characters that havent appeared yet lol

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Holding hands is sort of a need for him-

He's huge with PDA and holding your small hand within his reassures him quite a bit. He never needs to ask to hold your hand, he just grips it whenever and wherever.

I feel like he'll sense when your nervous and be really perceptive, so he'd hold your hand to ground you in a way

It's highly effectve.

"Delicious!" Your energetic boyfriend chirped, eating his takoyaki with fervour and a bright smile.

You ate your own food from across him, shaking your head a little with a slight smile slanting onto your lips.

It's definitely been a long day, so winding down and eating with your amazing boyfriend is definitely a preferable way to end it.

He sort of sensed your stress as you came back from training, sweat sleek across your forehead. And thus, he ran a bath for you and then took you out for dinner to take your mind off of whatever was bothering you.

He's always had a keen intuition and was brilliant at reading emotions on others. It was a weird super power at this point. But he noticed how relaxed you were now that you were with him, it melted his heart.

His eyes flickered over your expression, his eyes soft with adoration and affection." This is certainly calming after a long day!" He exclaimed happily.

At his jolly aura, you nodded in agreement," Honestly... It's like you have some weird superpower to make me forget about whatever was annoying me. Kinda freaky." You shivered.

Letting out a hearty laugh, the man reached out, interlacing his long fingers with yours suddenly. The warmth of his skin sending goosebumps over your arms.

"I just know you too well! Nothing wrong or freaky about that!" His grin was filled with light.

Your fingers tightened around his, his warm skin seemed to be heating up your own body as well. Thank God, you were beginning to get cold anyways.

"Have I ever told you about how cute your hands are!" It was more of a statement than a question, pulling his hand and your hand closer to him so he could get a better glimpse at your soft hands." So tiny... So soft. It's like I'm being touched by an angel!"

"Geez, you're cheesy."

"You love it~!"

"... Fair point."

•«☔︎ 𝙜𝙞𝙮𝙪𝙪 𝙩𝙤𝙢𝙞𝙤𝙠𝙖 ☔︎»•

Bro I'm sorry, but I dont think he holds your hand much-

I feel like he thinks he doesnt need to show how much he loves you through actions, more so through blunt words.

But he will get the sudden urge to hold your hand every once in a while, so be prepared because he could get the jump on you at any point.

Doesnt like PDA that much, it makes him slightly uncomfortable because it's in public but I feel like he would get used to it later in your relationship.

Ocean-blue eyes stared at you hesitantly as you continued to speak about the new breathing technique you had learned.

Both you and Giyuu were walking peacefully through the garden you had grown over the years, the plants varying in different colours and sizes. They reminded him of you.

Your peaceful personality cued him to remember the petals of the flowers blowing gently in the breeze. Not to mention you smell very distinctly and sweet just like the flowers as well.

But as he walked with you in this haven, he felt pretty agitated and frustated. He hid it well with his usual deapan expressions, but he could feel the pit of the emotions growing bigger.

His hand twitched suddenly when the back of yours brushed against his, his cheeks tinting pink at the abrupt contact.

Gulping, he looked straight ahead with sharp eyes and a furrowed brow.

The atmosphere shifted.

And when you had stopped talking, he knew that you had noticed the harsh shift as well.

"Giyuu?... Are you feeling okay? You look like you're burning up." You questioned out of concern, a worried expression upon your face.

Shaking his head briefly, the ravenette continued to walk with his head staring straight ahead," I feel optimal. Why do you ask?" He was so obviously trying to change the subject.

You frowned a little at the stiff response and opened your mouth to respond but your boyfriend had beaten you to it.

"Let me h-... Hold your... Hand... Please." He uttered, looking down with red cheeks, an embarrassed scowl squirmed on his lips.

You were silent for a long while, making him wait nervously for your answer. What he wasn't expecting was the cute snort of laughter coming from you and grabbing his hand tightly within your own, your other hand wrapping around his forearm like it was a substitute teddy bear.

His cheeks heated up tenfold and he had to look away before you noticed.

"You're such a cutie. You don't need to ask to hold my hand you know?" You teased lightly, nudging him playfully by bumping your hip against his.

"I-it's embarrassing." He retorted.

"Whatever, cutie."

"No."

"Yes."

"Stop it."

꧁ꕥ 𝑲𝒐𝒄𝒉𝒐𝒖 𝑺𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒖 ꕥ꧂

She would sooo tease you for wanting to hold her hand-

Like, she would hold it obvi, but she'd tease you about it for a good 5 minutes before finally giving up lol

Flustering you is one of her favourite pastimes, it was what your relationship was built on top of in the first place. Teasing eachother was always a thing you guys did.

But Kocho takes teasing to a MAXIMUM.

It's like you guys are challenging eachother to a tease off and she just refuses to loose. She'd rather die.

Dramatic but true

What a fucking queen-

"Ara, ara~ what was that? You want to hold my hand?" The raven haired woman pressed her hand against her lips, raising a suggestive eyebrow at you." Oh~ How scandalous! You're saying we should do pre-martial hand holding? why, that's practically a crime!"

You deadpanned at your girlfriend's words," Holding your hand is a crime?..."

"Mmhm!"

"But we literally made-out yester-"

She smiled at you passive-aggressively," I'm afraid we can't hold hands until we're married! Too bad!" She sighed, pretending to seem devastated ," How could you suggest we do such a lewd thing? In public, no less! You're quite the little scoundrel, hmm?~"

Your deadpan only deepened," Well then... I guess I'll just have to marry you then, hm? So I can hold your hand for the rest of my life." You chimed out, a slight twinkle in your eye. At the sight of Kocho's cheeks tinting a bright red, you smirked in triumph." Oya~? What's that I see? Is that blush?" You poked her warm cheek affectionately," I think it iiiis~!"

Biting her lip, Kocho scoffed and rolled her eyes," Just because you won doesn't mean you-... Shut up." She huffed out, losing her composure.

" Aha! So I won." You grinned out," I think I deserve a prize for winning for like... the first time." You said that last part quickly.

" You're not getting a kiss, if that's what you're referring to!" She smiled up at you passive aggressively.

Now the win didn't even feel like a win.

I guess, Kocho will always win in the end.

You pouted at her, eyebrows furrowed," You're so petty...." You groaned out, before a cheeky grin crossed over your lips," How about letting me hold your hand instead?"

Kocho stared at your grin with an unimpressed look, before her eyes softened and a gentle smile spread onto her perfect lips." Wipe that cheeky grin off of your face and I might consider it."

A bright smile instantly spread onto your lips and you held out your hand expectantly for her to take it. Her radiant smile only widened and her hand settled into yours, her warm fingers closing over your own as if she was keeping them safe in her hold.

" Now you have to marry me." She stated simply," I want to hold your hand in mine for the rest of my life as well."

᯾༄𖦹.𝕤𝕙𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕘𝕦𝕫𝕒𝕨𝕒 𝕤𝕒𝕟𝕖𝕞𝕚 .𖦹༄᯾

BRUUUUH THIS FUCKING MAN-

Ok, so hear me out lol-

I have read up on his character a tiny bit and bro he's such a fucking SOFTY like-

If you were to ask him to hold your hand he'd highkey have to process what you said for like a minute or two before finally agreeing to it lol

He has such a tough-guy exterior when on the inside he's actually really caring to those who are important to him.

Definitely one of those characters who seem like pricks but they like something cute like cats or something-

"Uhm... Sanemi?" You spoke up suddenly, interrupting the peaceful silence.

Your boyfriend broke out of his daze of appreciating your beauty and hummed to let you know that he was listening, picking up some of his uneaten rice with his chopsticks.

"Can... Can I h-hold your hand?"

He choked on the rice he was eating, coughing into his fist and thumping his other hand against his chest to try and get the rice that shot down the back of his throat to go down.

You went to get out of your chair to help him, concern etched onto your face, but he held a hand up to stop you. Instead, you simply passed your water to him, as of which he chugged greatfully.

When he had finally gained his composure, he held out a slightly trembling hand, his cheeks tinted red as he let out a gruff," yeah... Of course you can, idiot. You don't have to ask..."

Adoration bloomed in your chest at his words and you grabbed his outstretched hand, instantly interlocking your fingers with his. Absentmindedly, you ran your thumb up and down his hand comfortingly as you smiled like an idiot to yourself.

Ba-dump.

Sanemi's heart thumped in his chest at the look of love on your face, feeling his whole body heating up. The wind pillar was known for being ruthless, intimidating and quite frankly... A bit of an asshole.

But around you? He's a completely different person.

Between you and his little brother, he's always going to have a huge soft spot for you both.

So he'll always treat you well.

Squeezing your hand lovingly, he let a slight smirk curl onto his lips," You look like a dumbass smiling like that.... You must really like me, huh?" He tried to tease.

"I don't like you."

Arrows shot through his heart, his smirk dropping in an instant," Oi-!"

You giggled at his response," I love you."

The frown on his lips wobbled a little, threatening to break out into an idiotic smile. Clearing his throat, he looked away from you and pressed the back of his unoccupied hand against his mouth to hide the smile that threatened to appear.

"Oh..." He could only respond with," y-yeah... Same here."

"You're so socially inept."

"I'm damn not!!" He grumbled, eyebrows furrowing," I fucking love you too!! Is that better?"

You grinned childishly, bringing his hand up to your mouth and placing a light kiss to it," much better."

It's safe to say that this was the day he vowed to marry you.

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