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kiss-me-muchoo · 13 days ago

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𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐥𝐲, 𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥… || 𝐒𝐚𝐣𝐚 𝐁𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐱 𝐟𝐞𝐦!𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫

summary_ That time when Rumi’s sword and the Huntr/x’s weapons brought a common enemy for both hunters and demons: an angel messing with them and the Saja Boys as the most successful idol.

warnings_ angel!reader (she’s literally god), mostly Jinu x reader, but everyone is obsessed with her, canon divergence, cringe, sexual innuendos, saja boys kinda perverts but reader doesn’t feel awkward, teasing, reader kinda into being shared between the Saja Boys, canon divergence, NO PROOFREAD

notes_ so my saja boys ranking is 1-Jinu, 2-Abby and 3-Baby

♫ ♪ the world’s worst Saja Boys playlist

✰ Index (+ fics here)

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It was summer already. But that night was covered by the rope of a cold breeze.

The sword disappeared into the demon’s chest. Rumi felt the tip of her weapon hitting one of the giant rocks on the floor.

The demon vanished into a cloud of mist and sparkles, which commonly happened after getting rid of them. But a horde of pink light seemed to come out, down from the cracks of the floor. The whole ancient temple was illuminated by said pink light and even Rumi’s braid was pulled back with the wind that came along.

Rumi covered her eyes and waited till the blinding lights and wind passed. Horrid screams and angelic voices could be heard at some distance with echo, making her shiver as goosebumps shattered her. Felt as if a curse had been unleashed. The purple-haired huntress sighed, catching a breath as she searched for anything abnormal.

At the same time, Mira and Zoey came running behind her.

“What was that?” Zoey yelled.

Once the three girls were together, they exchanged looks at each other, visibly confused.

“A flash spurted from the ground as we killed the last demons” Mira explained.

“Same happened here” Rumi answered, looking back around.

“I don’t think anything changed?” Zoey questioned. “The Saja Boys aren’t nearby”

“No, it’s all clear”

“Everything feels normal…” Rumi agreed.

“Great!” The three girls said in unison, convincing themselves that everything was alright with smiles on their faces.

So they went back to their place and plotted to watch a new show and eat tons of food while doing their skincare.

…

For any K-pop idol, Inkigayo was a big deal. It was the perfect opportunity to promote new music, gain new fans, set new trends… or cause drama.

Huntr/x and Saja Boys patiently waited backstage till they were called out to perform. The boys looked annoyingly good. With salmon and mint clothes mixed. They were going to perform “Soda Pop” and a new song apparently.

Then, Huntr/x were going to perform a remix of “How It’s Done”, with new metallic attires.

“Stop looking at his abs” Rumi scolded Mira and Zoey.

“We are so not looking at his abs” Mira answered, obviously glued to Abby and his gorgeous physique.

At the least expected moment, Rumi had Jinu beside her.

“So… Have you told them about your… skin issues?” Jinu asked, his fingers softly touching the barely visible skin of her neck. Rumi stepped backwards.

“No. And stop pressuring me” she answered, ignoring his smirk and teasing tone.

Jinu chuckled and just crossed his arms, his soft biceps flexing. Rumi couldn’t drool about it since she started getting stressed about her sudden patterns and her voice failing to reach her usual notes.

“Don’t take too long…” he said, leaning forward towards her. Then, he whispered in her ear. “Or, you know, I can always tell them…”

“No” her serious tone made Jinu realize he couldn’t bother her anymore. So he just smiled and walked back with the rest of the boys.

“Sorry, but there’s been a change in the program” a man said, pushing both Huntr/x and Saja Boys back.

They all looked confused at each other.

“Why?” Romance asked.

“Yeah, Why?” Mira joined with a big frown.

The man fixed his glasses, looked at the papers in his hand, and barely looked at the group of idols before he spoke.

“There’s a bigger performance before you two” and he left.

“What do you mean bigger?” Zoey asked in disbelief.

“Do you know who we are?” Abby yelled, bumping his chest against Mira’s back, making her frown and receive a wink from the muscular man.

“What is going on?” Rumi whispered, but Jinu and the girls heard her.

The doors opened and a bunch of staff entered. They all wore white clothing with golden jewelry. They were all very attractive people. And they were styling the mysterious new idol.

An extremely attractive woman. So celestial, heavenly….

You knew the aura you carried, the way you moved, sang, and laughed was able to catch anyone’s attention.

You felt makeup brushes adding more highlighter that looked as if your cheeks were wet, dripping sparkles. Romance was all over seeing your lips full of crimson lipstick with sparkles. Abby had his eyes glued to your satin gown that had the lace on the cleavage changed so the whole look ended up looking modern and sophisticated. Baby and Mystery couldn’t stop looking at your hair that bounced like soft waves and appeared to smell perfectly.

And Jinu was frozen, questioning what you had that was making him uneasy and making his heart beat so fast.

You passed by the two groups and eyed them up and down. You got closer to one of the men. Black hair, tall, soft lips, and an adorable nose, very hot overall.

He gulped and you smiled at his nervousness. Jinu; you had seen his name and the rest of the band’s in some ad.

Your fingers traced a line in his neck and your smile grew wider. You felt his pulse and how nervous he was. His natural demon lilac skin with patterns appeared where you touched him and even Rumi, Zoey and Mira gasped in shock. Wondering how that was possible…

“Nice makeup…” you said, loud enough so you could be heard.

Then you turned to Huntr/x, barely eyeing them as some of your team passed you a microphone with foil details.

“Good luck” the girls only stared back, visible disgust in their faces, even jealousy, you knew.

As much as they hated the Saja Boys, seeing them drooling over you and acting like lost puppies, made them feel jealous. Maybe deep down, they liked to be shipped with the demons. Just for the thrill.

The production behind your stage was shocking. The pink, aquamarine, and orange misty visuals, coral lighting, and faint dark details resembled a retelling of heaven.

“Who’s that pissy crabby?” Mira asked as the music began.

“She’s so hot” Abby and Baby said standing next to her.

“Maybe just pretty” Rumi commented with slight venom in her voice.

“Darling, look at that sight” Romance added, making Mira roll her eyes and huff.

And then you started singing.

Certainly, there is something

Do the rumors

Indeed whisper truly what you are

(Only I know there’s a naked truth)

Tell me what you see

Show me what you want

I can make you reach the sky

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah

Rumi and Jinu frowned, then looked at each other.

It’s in your weapons

What might cleanse the realm

But only I-

(Only I know there’s a naked truth)

Within my touch

I send them back to hell

I make her curse her sword

And still they want more of me

It felt like an ice bucket splash. There was no way you knew about demon hunters, and demons themselves. Jinu looked at the TV connected to the backstage and noticed the crowds looking at your performance. Girls carried metallic dark silver lightsticks with pink details and wings as decoration. The TV was showing you dancing as the beat changed to a faster tempo, and the sign of your song being named “Naked Truth”.

“She’s an angel” Rumi confirmed to Jinu and everyone turned to look at her in shock.

At the word “angel” the Saja Boys seemed to be out of their trance. Their lovesick faces changed to disgust. Except for Jinu, who seemed thoughtful. It was very rare to hear something about angels. They hadn’t been around for a long time. So allegedly seeing one in person was truly a surprise.

But where did you came from?

“I think we invited her that day at the temple” Zoey added.

“Still. Why would she want to be an idol?” Baby traduced for Mystery, who never moved or emitted a sound.

“Freedom” Jinu revealed, looking back at you, then at the bunch.

And then, you only confirmed to them your true nature as a big pair of puffy angel wings elevated you for your grand finale. Everyone thought it was part of the show, but only five demons and three hunters knew those pair of wings were real and attached to your body.

“But she’s so pretty” Romance cried.

“And our biggest common enemy” Mira reminded him.

“She’s going to be a problem for us”

“Did you say ‘us’?…” Jinu teased Rumi. The purple-haired girl rolled her eyes.

“Yes, us three; Huntr/x”

“Mhmm, though you were growing fond of me”

It was evident that the crowd loved you. Even from inside the studios, the fans outside watching the live performances were insane. The least some demon hunters needed when the Honmoon was weakening was an angel shoving at their faces how graceful and superior they were. And the least some demons needed was an angel distracting them, inciting them only to drop them against sharp edges.

…

Mira had the best moves, but you were more flexible. Zoey had the best speed for rapping but you had better rhymes, Rumi had the best vocals but you had better control of breathing so your high notes were longer. The Saja Boys were the most attractive idols in the industry at the moment but every corner of social media was full of fanfics, edits, and images of you. Your song “Stretch” was constantly heard in the Saja Boys residence, Abby always complained and wanted to turn off the TV but Baby wouldn’t let him. And in two hours, Jinu found them analyzing the lyrics, wondering if you meant to flirt with one of them since the song was about showing off how good you were in bed disguised with dancing.

Demons being delusional; Jinu thought.

Everyone was making trends of the choreography. And even Jinu heard Rumi humming your song once.

You had them foaming at the mouth.

Even worse when you confessed before entering a podcast session together that you were only an idol to annoy both demons and hunters. That you took so much joy in seeing them out of their minds. And that you expected them to be out of your way.

Soon they realized that your staff were also angels in disguise, there was no actual way to send an angel back to heaven if it wasn’t by their own will. But they could be punished if they didn’t guard/guide a human.

Everywhere they went, it was splattered all over the city: Y/N or Angel since fans gave you that suiting nickname.

Oh and, Zoeystery was replaced by Babygel, Miromabby for Abbygel, and Rujinu was quickly replaced with Jinugel in the trends around Twitter and TikTok. There was even a section for ships like Huntrangel, where you were shipped with the girls.

It was a mess.

Jinu took his free night to have a pleasant walk at night by his own. He walked through the streets and certainly lounged to be sitting with friends and a lover as many young adults did in the downtown of the city.

After all, the Saja Boys started as coworkers, but they were friends. And he knew it was ridiculous: a demon falling for an angel.

Myths usually stated that demons and angels getting together could break all curses and stabilize the evil and good of the human world.

But there was something about you that Jinu knew you were hiding. He knew there was a different woman under the skin of an annoying angel.

He looked around and saw your face in one of the tall buildings, There was an upcoming press conference to discuss the success of Huntr/x, Saja Boys, and you.

Jinu only sighed and kept walking, glasses, hoodie, and hands in his pockets to prevent lousy fans from coming after him. And when he focused on the sidewalk, he saw a woman getting out of a Mexican food restaurant.

Hair in a messy bun, glasses, hoodie, and chunky slippers under.

Jinu smirked, discovering it was you.

Subtly, he started following you. He smirked to himself and started to follow you.

You turned left, then left again, then right, and in less than ten minutes, you were at some park on a hill that Jinu hadn’t visited before. It reminded him of the place he went to see Rumi, but the place you ended up at was… different.

You were sitting on a cement bench, the smell of food traveling through the soft breeze of that afternoon as you ate in silence.

There you looked… peaceful, humanly even.

Jinu quietly made his way until he was steps away from you and you noticed.

“Jinu?” You asked, looking deeply, as if to confirm the man was actually there.

He simply took a seat beside you.

“What are you doing here?” He asked, seeing your beautiful profile.

“Angels are half humans just like some demons are, you know?” There was a little smile on your face that made Jinu smile as well. “I wanted to spend some time alone and-“

“I can always leave, sorry for “

“No, stay” you shushed him, then you simply went back to look at the skyline.

It was weird that neither of you was in idol mode where he was a demon and you an angel that hated each other. Just a man and a woman sitting on a bench.

“Was it weird to experience the human world for the first time?” He asked you with genuine curiosity, and you shrugged.

“Angels spend a lot of time with humans… we take care of them, as guardians. Despite not being actually here. But yeah…” Jinu notices your hostile tone and grows even more curious. “We’re just humans with wings and magic…”

“I think angels can be more than that” he said before thinking twice, Your eyes opened widely and Jinu noticed the pink spreading in your cheeks.

“I shouldn’t tell my problems to a demon but… that sassy angel persona is just a facade to use because I’m not very fond of your type nor hunters. But the truth is… I want to live freely”

“And I think I’m ashamed to admit that angels are not as tough as they seem” you admitted, looking down at your legs. You really shouldn’t be telling your problems to a demon, you should talk to your friends: Venus, Psique, Rose even the narcissist of Eros. But there you were, talking to Jinu because he seemed to have some humanity inside him.

“And I’m ashamed for not being tough enough on myself to prevent my past”

At that moment, both of you felt it. A strong connection, the feeling of reassurance, and… perhaps a spark.

Jinu offered a smile, and he wasn’t expecting you to smile back, but you did.

With the sun offering the famous “golden hour”, Jinu was able to see your true self. Very subtle coral undertone in your skin, pink eyes that glowed hypnotically, and… If demons had pointy dark red patterns across their bodies, angels had twirling dark pink patterns. He seemed surprised as you noticed he was staring at your naked arms.

“What? Didn’t know angels had patterns as well?” You teased with a chuckle.

Jinu quickly looked away, slightly embarrassed, then scratched his head awkwardly.

“They’re… pretty”

“Demon’s skin is also pretty” You didn’t know where that came from, but you weren’t lying, the Saja Boys were the prettiest demons you’d ever seen.

“Now, let’s pretend we are friends and are having dinner together” you offered him a fork and Jinu took it with a smile.

The demon realized he couldn’t make you take a side. He couldn’t prevent the effects of an angel on someone like him. But he found himself enjoying your company after all. And if things were different, it wouldn’t be terrible to be friends with you.

…

Everyone was annoyed. You could hear a crowd growing as the time to start the press conference approached. Your friend Psique was helping you tie your ballerina-style heels when you saw Jinu leaning against a wall, looking at you.

“They look heavy”

“Excuse me?” You asked in shock as Psique gagged in disbelief.

“Your shoes…” Jinu clarified, unaware of the perverted idea you and your friend had thought.

“Oh. Yeah…they’re not, actually” you answer, kicking the door of your dressing room with the golden heel.

“Hmm, well, I’ll see you backstage” Jinu gave a little smirk and you smiled back at him.

“Here’s your sheet of possible questions and the most appropriate answers, alright?” Psique handed you a pink paper and Jinu wondered if everything angels had was pink.

“Thanks” after Psique offered good luck, she whispered into your ear.

“What are you doing talking and sharing smiles with that demon?” She asked.

“He’s nice… actually all of the Saja Boys are, if they could choose, they wouldn’t be demons” your friend gasped in disbelief, she softly grabbed your hand.

“And if we could, we wouldn’t be angels, tied to guide someone to prevail, y/n. I know you’re smart, but be careful with them”

When you made it backstage, you saw Rumi talking with Jinu. When you first met them, you thought they had something going on. And seeing them talking so lost in each other, made your stomach flip.

An angel could experience jealousy ten times worse than a normal human. Nausea built in your gut and your hands sweat through your palms.

But realizing you were jealous because of Jinu, made you worry about what Psique said to you. You couldn’t like the Saja Boys, you couldn’t be in love with Jinu, and angels couldn’t love demons.

…

It was toxic of you to feel attracted to the Saja Boys. And knowing the effect you had on them made it even more cynical.

As the days passed and you had to interact with them, Baby and Romance had your number and started texting you. Always flirting, well, mostly Romance, Baby would send pictures of food and rate them without even starting an actual conversation. The gesture made you cackle and you started messaging back. Mystery once handed you a soda can and left without saying anything and made you so confused.

Abby was the one who shamelessly flirted with you and made your thighs squeeze together for some reason. He was funny, said very funny shit while waiting for interviews, fan meetings and show appearances.

You hadn’t talked much to Jinu, so it was immature to feel jealous. But every time you had seen him with Rumi, it made you form fists with your hands. Accidentally, you had overheard them talking about having meetings alone. And that Rumi had demon patterns, you were shocked. And the evil, egocentric splotches in your heart made you think that you could use that to your advantage if needed.

When it came to the girls, not much had changed. Only that Zoey seemed to be willing to talk to you, and she was fun. But you were thinking too much about them. When you and your friends were able to escape the angelic gates and step into the human world, all of you just wanted was to prove you deserved to be there, not only protecting humans through spiritual connections.

You were walking with no actual plans to do anything. Your hands were hidden in the pockets of your skirt and trying not to step into random cracks in the floor. And then, as you entered a random alley, you were pushed back by something.

Then you heard a growl and when you opened your eyes, you saw a demon running towards you.

In a flash, you stepped up, your featherwings appeared, elevating you just enough so your feet couldn’t touch the ground, with your ring transforming into a longspear that as soon as the demon jumped to attack you, your wings threw him back with a gust of wind, and when your longspear touched it, the creature was gone.

It happened so fast, you moved as your defense reflex activated on its own, and when you looked down, you saw Mira, Zoey, and Rumi looking at you perplexed. Apparently, they had a little hunting session going on.

You descended to the ground, your wings disappeared and the long spear too, returning to be an ordinary rose gold ring on your index finger.

With a sigh, you simply stared the them.

“That was nice” Zoey broke the ice, but you didn’t know what to answer.

“It won’t happen again, it was self-defense” you state before turning around and walking just where you came from.

“Wait-“ Rumi called. “I know you hate us and we are certainly not fond of you but… maybe we could work out some agreement to-“

“Gosh, tell me you haven’t been hunting for long enough, I can tell” you said with exasperation, turning back to look at her. “Whoever trained you, doesn’t know exactly what’s the deal between hunters, demons, and angels”

The three girls looked at each other, clearly accepting their ignorance.

“Ancient angels tried to make a deal with demons, to ensure they wouldn’t keep eating human souls, we gave them power… And they betrayed us” the cold breeze of the night with siren sounds at a distance only added tension for some reason, and you didn’t mean to fight or argue with them, but your tone wasn’t actually soft.

“When the problem aggravated, angels had to start slaying demons, you appeared asking for help, we provided weapons so you could help us, eventually hunters locked us in ‘heaven’ and took all the credit”

“Now we don’t have actual rights to be among humans, we just guide them so they can’t be targeted by demons. You can freely live like we used to… We are not interested in looking for balance anymore, we want to reclaim our stance here” you explained with confidence.

“And what will you and your friends do when demons get beyond the limit? When there are no humans left?” Mira asked, and you simply shrugged.

“I’m pretty sure my superiors will get to offer a deal to Gwi-Ma” They looked perplexed, even angered by your statement, but you didn’t care.

“You have the power to stop this and you prefer to not do anything? That’s such a cowardly move” Rumi yelled as you started walking away again.

“A liar won’t tell me I’m a coward, Rumi” you said and she went pale, In alert mode she stood as you walked backwards, looking at her with a sneer. “Perhaps Jinu will know what to do…”

She froze, Rumi was left speechless, caught with no actual fireback. You disappeared and Zoey and Mira started asking her what you meant by that.

“I think y/n is jealous” Zoey commented.

“Why?” Mira asked her with a frown.

“Duh, she likes Jinu” the three girls exchanged thoughtful looks.

Was it? Could it be? They weren’t sure… but it was heading to become the truth.

…

A picture of Abby helping you to do roman lifts at some prestigious gym went viral. It was a coincidence and only made you and the Saja Boys more popular, even surpassing Huntr/x.

Then someone leaked a video of Baby sharing some spicy chicken karaage with you and the fans went crazy.

Clips of Mystery and Romance fixated on you and everyone started questioning who would win the important Idol Awards.

When in reality, nobody was actually winning, Huntr/x was stuck, with Rumi avoiding to sing “Takedown”, the Saja Boys having Jinu go through a crisis and you were overwhelmed by everything that was happening.

Suddenly everyone was forgetting what the whole point was.

You were casually ordering a tofu burger at some solitary restaurant when you heard the click of a phone and then a flash.

When you looked over your shoulder, you saw Abby taking a picture of you, and judging by the angle of the grip on his phone, you could tell he took a picture of your waist and ass.

You had to suppress the urge to cackle. You paid and then turned to see the five demons staring at you. Baby and Jinu on the edges, then Mystery and Romance, Abby sitting at the head of the table, offering his back towards the big window of the place. You briefly eyed Jinu and he was the only one who didn’t have an evil teasing grin on his face. He looked distant…

“You better keep that picture to yourself” you say glaring back at Abby directly.

He winks and presses his phone against his toned chest.

“I can do more than that” Abby replies and the comment sounded so sultry that even Baby chuckled. You simply rolled your eyes and turned to grab your takeout bag.

The most infantilized member of the Saja Boys was actually the freakiest, you knew. He had the deepest voice and you knew he would be a wild ride if you ever ended up tangling with him. So you decided to crumple a little bit of his ego, you passed by his side and brushed your thumb across his lower lip, wiping away the smudged hot sauce. His eyes widened and stared at you in silence, simply shocked. Like everyone else, only Jinu wasn’t surprised, he was boiling with jealousy.

Well, Baby was literally being touched by an angel. It sure felt like heaven.

“There was hot sauce on your lips and chin…” you explained before leaving.

You opened the door and the warm rays of the sun hit you, You stopped to fish out your glasses from your bag.

“So what are you doing tomorrow at the Idol Awards?” Jinu appeared by your side, taking you by surprise since you hadn’t actually talked to him in a week, and you even forgot about your sunglasses. “Sticking with the girls or giving us a hand?”

“Why is everyone asking me to take a side?” You ask with your eyes focused on the sidewalk. “I don’t owe anything to demons or hunters as far as I know”

“Maybe because you can vanish us with a snap of your fingers or simply move out of the way of any demon hunter” Jinu said. He looked tired, still gorgeous but looked… irritable.

“I don’t know, as an angel I don’t want to get my hands dirty…”

“What happened to the honest woman talking to me at the park, huh?” he asked with defiance and you couldn’t recall seeing Jinu so angry like he was at that moment.

“Honest? I’m pretty sure you aren’t telling me your whole plan, man. You demons always cary a knife behind your backs”

You remembered confessing how you felt and being vulnerable to him. But you were so… confused. Maybe things were happening at the same time and your feelings were all over the place. But your silence didn’t do much, but only irritated Jinu more.

“Everyone’s right about demons. But angels are just a lie, they don’t care to actually help, they are resentful egoists. And you are the solid proof of it”

“Jinu-“ you tried to calm him, despite feeling your eyes growing wet.

“You are just like a greedy demon thinking only about yourself” Right after he finished that sentence, he heard a little yelp from you and noticed you started crying.

You could feel the eyes of the rest of the Saja Boys looking through the restaurant’s window. The unbearable feeling of shame was something you couldn’t stand, something you hadn’t experienced in a long time. And you couldn’t hide it, what Jinu said was true.

You glared at him and couldn’t comprehend whether he was perplexed or confused by your tears. Only that you didn’t let him add any more words. You simply brushed past him and started walking away.

Jinu sighed, turned around, and called for your name once, but you didn’t look back, you simply walked and walked until you disappeared from his sight.

When he returned to the table, everyone was eating quietly.

Jinu looked at his partners and sighed, already knowing what they were thinking.

“That wasn’t nice” Romance commented.

“She was crying?” Abby asked still looking outside.

“Yeah, I was mean. I know already!” Jinu answered and everyone was extremely quiet.

…

He didn’t mean to make you cry. But he was growing desperate, with Gwi-Ma trailing behind him, the mixed feelings he had for Rumi and you ignoring him for days… it made his guilt and desire to end it all even bigger. But after making you cry, Jinu felt even worse. It reminded him of causing his family pain, making them tear up, and creating a barrier between them. Despite barely knowing you, he was pretty sure the woman he talked to at the park was the real you. The comfort of being by your side was real. And he didn’t want it to end.

So when he didn’t find you at your place, only a bunch of silly angels partying, not worried about where you were, he went to look around the city.

In your usual evening walks, you decided for once to simply enjoy the last rays of the sun, you didn’t want to be bothered by anything.

But you weren’t lucky enough. As you started walking around in an empty park, you noticed a demon, and he started chasing after you subtly. And much to your dismay, you had forgotten your ring. And since there were still a few people around, you couldn’t just spread your wings and fly away.

Hence why, Jinu found you being cornered by a demon in some dark woods that surrounded the park. He went straight to save you. You didn’t notice him at first sight, but when you felt the demon being pushed aside, you took a big breath before turning to see Jinu punching him to send him back to the demon realm.

The woods creaked, birds chirping in the distance, but you just stood there looking at Jinu in silence. The distance grew closer and you only got to move backwards a few steps before you ended up trapped between his chest and a random tree.

The demon he truly was, was facing you. Lilac skin, dark patterns, fangs, glowy eyes, and imposing form were there.

His eyes traced your face and neck to see if you were hurt, but you were fine.

“I’m sorry…” he said, much to your surprise.

“What?”

“I didn’t want to make you cry…” he admitted, eyes still burning into yours.

His proximity made you feel nervous, anxious, and… eager. Ever since the first time you encountered him at the same park where you were, you knew he had something.

“I wanted to forget everything. But now I just want you to make me repent my sins” his nose brushed your neck and it made you shiver, almost letting out a little gasp, but you remained still.

“That isn’t how ‘Your Idol’ goes…” as you attempted to joke, he only eyed you with curiosity.

“Are you and your little friends spying on me and the guys?” Finally, you were able to make him smirk, the air felt lighter, but the tension was only rising.

“I mostly know everything. Including the upcoming Saja Boys' releases” Jinu chuckled, and his hands came to press your stomach, pushing further against the tree, feeling his soft abs against your thin top.

“Jinu…” you tried to reason before it was too late. He was dangerously close to you and didn’t look interested in moving away.

He noticed your human appearance and how it contrasted with his demon self. You weren’t scared or disgusted, you couldn’t care less.

His pointed fingers went to grab your chin and the way he looked at you was so sweet. Through his bright eyes, you could feel affection.

“I can hear him in my head…” Jinu revealed.

“Gwi-Ma?” He nodded and your fingers went to brush his hair, swiftly tangling with his raven locks, he smelled nice, his hair extra soft, his worries so honest. He was so human despite being a demon. So you smiled, urging to snuggle between your neck and shoulders. He stayed there a while, in silence.

At what moment were you consoling a demon in pain? He was good, he deserved another chance.

Even more interesting, why were you kissing him? You liked him…

He wanted control, for once you allowed it. His lips took the lead and left you with nothing but a trail of soft whimpers as you felt his sneaky fingers tracing circles in your hipbone.

“You’re doing it well” you whispered on his lips.

“What thing? Kissing and touching you?”

“No, asshole. I mean to seal your faith…” you say before letting his tongue meet yours. “But yeah, keep kissing and touching me like that…”

“I can help you and everyone” you admitted as he trailed your neck with soft pecks that made you whimper louder. “But I don’t know if it’s worth it…”

“Please, y/n, think about it…” he whispered in your lips.

His words flying away as you allowed Jinu to slide his hand under your shirt.

…

Your song “For You…” almost sealed the Honmoon at the Idol Awards. You could see the gold mixing with pink, but it wasn’t enough, then, when Huntr/x started their performance, you soon understood Jinu was behind their failure. It was part of his plan, to manipulate fans so they would go to the Saja Boys’ concert, the final performance to bring Gwi-Ma and unleash chaos. Your friends suggested that to actually go back home, to inform superiors so they could intervene. They were exactly what Rumi and Jinu said about angels; narcissistic egoistic cowards. In your head, their words started haunting your thoughts. So you didn’t follow back to the gates of heaven…

No matter how many demons kicked you, pulled your hair, and tried to sink their sharp fangs at you, they never reached further, you would always give the last punch and send them back to hell.

One with six arms and gargoyle wings was able to send you to the floor. Your longspear would go deep enough to aim at the creature’s chest and make him disappear.

You felt two pairs of hands helping you tos and up and when you turned around, you saw Mystery and Zoey. A little smile appeared on your face when you noticed that the Saja Boys were doing exactly what they weren’t supposed to. Then you turned to look at the stage, and you could see Jinu and Gwi-Ma.

There was one way to stop everything. And you weren’t even sure if it would work. But it was for sure that the price to pay would be great.

Just when you were steps away from attacking Gwi-Ma, a strong hand came to grip your wrist. You knew it was Jinu, his demon patterns could be felt, and when you turned to see him, he was looking at you with those bright yellow glowy eyes.

The 400-year-old demon knew very well that old tale; an angel could use all of its power to stop a great curse but it would be their sacrifice. Meaning that you would either die or vanish.

But you only smiled sadly at him.

“Jinu, it’s okay…” you assured him, brushing his cheek with your fingers. He didn’t want to let you go.

“No! I won’t let you die because of me!” He yelled, desperate and adding more strength to the grip of your wrist.

“It’ll be worth it, I promise” It tormented you how sad he seemed, how stressed he felt, and how badly he wanted to keep you by his side. “His voice in your head will stop, the boys will be okay, the Honmoon will be healed. And you can be… with her”

Jinu shook his head quickly and stepped even closer.

“I don’t want her! I want you!” He said pointing with his head at Rumi at a distance fighting and then looked back at you. “I just want you…”

“It’ll pass, Jinu…” your wings spread and he couldn’t hold his grip as you started to elevate slowly, your hands grabbed his face and you placed a quick kiss on his lips. “Just like it always does, love…”

You yanked your hands from his, and offering him a last kiss, you flew away.

Your wings had never made you fly so fast, but as you confidently reached Gwi-Ma, time seemed to have stopped. One of the last things you saw was Rumi, looking at you in surprise, as if she was about to tell you to not go further. The flames of Gwi-Ma started to make you sweat as you reached closer, all of your strength ready to attack and when your longspear touched the demon, the whole stadium was blinded.

The purple flames embraced your body until the demons were gone, vanishing into ashes and the music kept playing. The crowds chanted, screamed, and kept singing as your body collapsed to the floor.

Unable to understand if your actions had done anything, unsure if you were dying, you heard Jinu’s voice, a warm touch on your arm, and a sense of tranquility as your eyes shut closed.

Jinu did everything to stay by your side and make sure you kept breathing. He even got you a new manager and bribed him to tell your sudden hospitalization was due to social pressure. When the doctors asked what happened, Baby recommended saying you accidentally fainted while about to enter a sauna.

Still, Jinu patiently waited a month till you opened your eyes again.

…

Nervously, you were biting your nails. Your skin itched, felt dry, and cracked.

Two months had passed since the Idol Awards, Rumi and you did most of the job saving everyone. You lost your wings, your whole body was covered in burns and Jinu was being too insistent on flirting with you.

“It’s going to be fine, you’ll see…” Zoey told you, tapping at your bandaged hand as she and Mira flipped through a magazine in your hospital room.

“Ugh great… the boys are here” Rumi complained from the door, her head peaking outside before she turned around with a big roll of her eyes.

“They’re good now, give them a break” you told her and she sighed.

Now they were your friends. You didn’t know how, but as you got to stay in the human world, Huntr/x girls thanked you and then befriended you.

The Saja Boys were just like you, half human, half angel, and half demons. They still had some abilities and their patterns were still visible but very subtly. Just like you…

“We brought two pizza boxes, beers, and a chocolate cake” Abby was the first one to arrive. If you weren’t so amused with Jinu, you would be all over the muscular man. He made you laugh so much and he was sweet. He also flirted with you and never denied how badly he wanted to have you all for himself.

“We still don’t have the results, dummy. But thanks” you told him with a smile that he replied. He had a new lilac beanie that matched his hooded tracksuit.

“We made a bet. Baby says we’ll be able to peel your scars. Mystery and I don’t think so” Romance announced, followed by the rest of the bandmates.

“Peel my scars?” You cackled at the boys, then Jinu entered the room and rolled his eyes at them. Mystery went to sit with Zoey and Mira’s slid away from Romance and Abby when they sat sandwiching her.

“Ignore them. They’re enjoying our vacations too much” Jinu said as he handed you a bouquet of flowers and kissed your visible cheek. You thanked him, smelling the lilies and white roses.

“Aww, Jinu! You didn’t have to give me anything”

“It’s for good luck”

“Hey! The flowers were my idea!” Romance protested.

“And I picked the flowers!” Abby yelled.

You couldn’t help but laugh with Rumi. Despite being bandaged and probably scarred, the boys kept fighting for you. Except for Mystery, he seemed more interested in Zoey, and it was adorable. But the four resting assholes still found beauty and grace in your healing self.

“Well, thank you guys. I love these flowers” Rumi took the bouquet and went to grab a jar and fill it with water. And then, your doctor appeared.

“I have the results!” Everyone stood up, except for you obviously.

The room went silent. And it only made you sweat a little more.

“Can you just say it, doc? Please?” Baby inquired.

“The skin is peeling by itself!” The doctor squealed with excitement.

“You all owe me some money” Baby cheered as he bumped his fist against Abby’s hard chest.

Zoey went to hug you and you started hearing cheers, as if you had just birthed a baby, everyone was celebrating and congratulating you. It made you laugh.

“We can start to pull the dead skin away right away if you want to” you nodded at the doctor.

She went to grab some cloth, tweezers, and urged you to sit. Jinu and Rumi helped you and when your back was facing everyone, the doctor slid down your hospital gown.

“Let’s take a look under the bandages” nervously, looking at the ceiling. While you didn’t care about everyone seeing your naked back, you didn’t want it to hurt when the bandages were removed. The doctor untangled the bandages and then removed the big piece the gauze covering your back.

“It’s unusual because your skin tone is a little pink” the doctor pointed out and you let out a little fake giggle.

“Yeah, she looked like a shrimp when she was a baby” Jinu commented and you eyed him over your shoulder, he simply shrugged as everyone chuckled.

“He’s your brother?” the doctor asked.

“I’m her boyfriend” the man defended himself.

“Almost-boyfriend” Abby interfered making you smile. Jinu sent him daggers with his eyes.

You felt the cold tweezers in your back and everyone let out a little “woah”.

Your body was healing and under the dead burnt skin, everything was soft and looked healthy. Your arms and back were almost completely healed and there was an almost invisible new pattern across your body. Jinu suspected you still had wings, only that now, they were part of your soul and not of your mortal body.

“Yep, the treatment worked! I had never treated an idol with third-degree burns in my life!” It was the best hospital in the city, where all idols were treated.

Since the day you arrived, slowly, more fans discovered you were there. They had left thousands of letters, gifts, and notes asking if you were pregnant with Baby’s, Abby's or Jinu’s baby and couldn’t be seen in public due to the bump. Which made you gag and then cackle till tears were pricking in your eyes. Baby’s baby, lol.

“Tell your lovely friends over here if they can start you and help you take a bath” the nice doctor indicated. “I’ll go for the rest of your medication and likely, you’ll be able to leave tonight”

You nodded, sighing in relief. You had an album to finish, a new room in the Huntr/x’ place to move in, and many things to do with your almost boyfriend Jinu.

“We can totally help with the bath” Baby said with excitement, starting to pull down the rest of your gown but Zoey smacked his hand.

“We are so definitely taking her to the tub!” Mira threatened as she entered the bathroom with the girls.

“Nothing I haven’t seen already” Jinu whispered in your ear and you pinched his arm, making him groan in pain.

“Ouch!” he complained, holding his arm.

The boys started to serve plates with food, Rumi, Mira, and Zoey to prepare the tub.

“Hey, do not finish the food!” you heard Rumi yelling from inside the bathroom as Mira and Zoey panicked because the room was fogging up too quickly.

“So… Abby suggested we could share you” Your eyes went wide at Jinu’s words.

The idea wasn’t totally bad, but you knew that having a healthy monogamist relationship was better than letting four men share you. Still, in your wild fantasies, each boy had a weekday reserved for you.

“That sounds fun. What did you tell them?” You were teasing him and he went for it. “Of course not. You’re mine, angel…”

You bumped your forehead with his and smiled.

“Yeah… I think you’re mine too” you accepted.

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mainstreamangel · 3 months ago

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P. Bueckers x Fem!Reader

Summary: You had constant flings with Paige. When you two split up for college you never talked to her again. You visit a friend’s basketball game and this gives Paige a second chance to walk back into your life.

Genre: Fluff/Angst

Warning(s): hooking up in high school (both are 18), semi-public sex but no actual smut, suggestive, alcohol (underaged), 2025 UCONN team is still together and everyone is kinda the same age but younger?? Idk. + Nika, P drinks tequila which i doubt she would but for the sake of the fic, not a warning but reader attends Aburn University and majors in aerospace engineering, inaccurate aerospace engineering terms/related things.

WC: 2.9k

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3

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You pick up your phone and see a new notification. You heart Paige's message and get up from the edge of your bed. It was a bit chilly outside so you decide to pull on a cardigan.

Midnight

The clock read 12:03. Perfect. You slide your window open slightly so you could slip in and out before the sun rose. As quietly as possible you carefully step onto a tree branch that leaned slightly against your house.

Your breathing was shallow as you held it, precise movement to avoid injury and importantly, getting caught.

Now your parents weren't the strictest people on the earth, but if they knew you were sneaking out? You'd be dead. It wasn't they didn't like Paige. In fact, they actually loved her. Praised her for her basketball skills and what not. Paige was over so much, they often saw her as their own child, vice versa with Paige's parents when you hung at her place.

She got the same lectures as you if she was in the house, sometimes they made her do chores, which to Paige, wasn't so bad since you two made it fun. But even if it was Paige you snuck out to see, you'd be dead by morning.

You skillfully climbed down from the tree branches and look for Paige's car. It's been your own way to unwind after a stressful day since she got it. Still sharing secrets with each other since you were kids just in a more... grown up fashion.

It was quiet, the low hum of her car being the only thing that fills the silence. Most people were asleep, but you were always awake.

Since it was night out, it was darker than usual. The only light coming from people's windows or the street lamps. Paige's car had its headlights off, to avoid any unwanted parental attention.

You come and pick me up, no headlights.

quickly turning your head around for a final check, you deem it safe and head over to the passenger door. You quietly but swiftly pull it open and the light turns on.

"Hey, ma." Paige greets you.

You tug the door closed and turn to face her. She leans in and gives you a quick kiss on the corner of your mouth.

"Hey P."

"You wanna head to that flower field we found that one day?"

"Sure."

You look out the window to a darkened neighbourhood.

"Got you your favourite snack on the way to the gas station. Had to fill up before we left."

You smile and take the bag of pineapple filled marshmallows. Ripping it open you pull one out, a light coating of flour on your fingers. You moan at the light airy flavour and texture it leaves on your tongue and Paige smiles.

She'd kill to be the one to make you smile like that forever. Too bad she's gone too far into your benefits. You'd never have her, you would want to just keep things at arms length right?

"You're seriously the best." You smile holding one up to her mouth while she drives.

She opens her mouth and takes the marshmallow, enjoying the taste. Paige hands you her phone without taking her eyes off her road. She knew you liked having aux.

"How far was it? The meadow, I mean."

"It's about an hour, still alright with you?"

"Yeah, just have to be back by-"

"Sunrise I know." Paige smiled. She knew you better than you knew yourself.

Long drive

Long drives with Paige were always your favourite. You two had been close since middle school and your friendship had grown beautifully throughout the years.

"Want you every second, don't need other guys. You do something sus- kiss my cute ass bye-ye-ye" You sang.

"Girl it's not that complicated, you should stay in my good graces" Paige sang loudly.

It was such a vibe and you were probably waking people up in the process but neither of you cared.

After many songs and laughs later you finally pull into the edge of a flower field. Now, in the dark the flowers were kind of hard to see but you could feel the beauty radiating onto you.

Paige turned the car off, tucking her keys into her pocket and opening her car door. You were about to pen yours but Paige beat you to it and opened it, stepping aside to let you out.

"Wow, how chivalrous of you." You joked taking her outstretched hand.

Paige led you to a spot in the field that was secluded enough but not super far from the car. She had popped open her trunk and got out a blanket for you two to sit on and a lent bottle of tequila for you to drink.

"How was your day?" Paige asked taking a swing off the bottle.

"It was something, that's for sure." You take the offered bottle.

"What about you?" You asked, putting the bottle down on the blanket.

"It was.. busy. Practice ran late and my body is kind of sore but it's alright."

You nodded and looked around. It was calming, being alone with Paige. You had a big crush on her but she only ever treated you as a friend and the only other time she'd treat you differently was when either of you needed the other to take care of you.

You turn and see Paige staring at you.

"What?" You asked, smiling a bit.

"Nothing just... gonna miss you."

You sighed. Time was nearing the end and so was your high school career. Paige was going to look into going to UCONN for college and to hopefully boost her basketball career while you looked into different options for the profession you wanted to partake in.

Something you did know was that UCONN was not one of your options so when Paige goes off to UCONN you had planned to go to a college out of the state of Connecticut and out of Minnesota.

"It's going to be alright, we'll keep in touch."

"I just don't want us to end, your friendship means so much to me." Paige tucked a piece of hair behind your ear and looked down at your lips. The way she looked at you, you might have been convinced she felt otherwise about you, but it was Paige. She was a star compared to you. Sure you had minor book intelligence but your wit remained through common sense.

You were just a hardworking average grade student who sometimes tried but most days, burnt out before you ever got out of bed.

You had to savour every moment you could with Paige, because even though you promised you'd stay in touch, you prepared yourself for the worst. You slowly leaned in and looked for any sign of disinterest, but you found nothing. Paige had met you halfway and kissed you back in a slow passionate kiss.

Paige started to slowly kiss your lips to your jaw, down to your neck. Left a few minor marks but nothing a little concealer couldn't fix. So you let her. You let her have you, because you liked her so much, you'd do anything for her.

"Tell me to stop. Tell me you don't want this. Do I have your consent?" Paige mumbled against your lips.

Frantically you nodded and attacked her soft skin with your lips and returned the favour.

Paige helped you remove your cardigan and your shirt, leaving you in your sports bra and pants. You loved everything about Paige, even her insecurities. But you feared your imperfections would drive Paige away. So every night you two would hook up, Paige made sure to make you feel just as perfect as you saw her.

"P.."

"Just relax, ma. This night is about you, about us and all the love we've created throughout our friendship. Yeah?" Paige inched closer and closer to where you wanted her.

"Don't tease, and don't stop." You begged.

Paige moved her body back up and softly helped you lay down on the blanket. She made sure you were comfortable before giving you a soft smile. Normally it would start with you making Paige feel good, but every once in a while you didn't mind it being the other way around.

"Let me enjoy this, you're so perfect and I'll make sure you know that."

Could end in burning flames or paradise.

Graduation day had rolled around and you and Paige had hosted a party at her place. Friends and family had come for Paige and to praise her for her skills. Always telling her she was going to make it someday. Make it big.

It was nice to see Paige all happy and hopeful, honestly, you wanted the same for her as the people wished upon too. Only a few family members and friends had congratulated you on finishing school. It made you slightly jealous but you never saw yourself as good as Paige.

Even if it came from Paige herself, you always had that feeling at the back of your mind. That no matter what you do, you wouldn't be as perfect as perfect Paige Bueckers. Perfect. Fucking. Paige. Fucking. Perfect. Bueckers. Interchangable statements brought an acidic taste to your mouth and you could feel it building up in your chest.

"Hey, you okay? You're spaced out again." Paige shook your shoulder lightly.

"Yeah, just tired."

"Paige! Have you figured out what college you want to attend to? Honestly my husband, Harold, you remember Harold, yeah? We wanted you to go to The University of Montana. I went there. It's such a great environment, honestly." One of your aunts who barely knew Paige but wanted to be remembered if-when Paige made it big.

"That's sweet, Mrs. Alicolia. I appreciate your suggestion but I've already decided that I'm going to attend UCONN." Paige answered with ease.

Your aunt nodded a bit disappointed but turned to you regardless.

"And what about you? What college are you going to? UCONN too?"

You shook your head.

"Not sure yet, still looking at options."

Your aunt gave you a look and shook her head, walking away. She muttered something under her breath which made you swallow hard.

"At least someone's got their life together."

You clenched your jaw and Paige walked away to go talk to a few of her friends.

"All settled in?" You asked.

You had offered to help Paige settle in at UCONN and prepared yourself for the last time you may see Paige for a while.

"Yeah, thanks so much for your help. I'm going to go walk around and get used to the place."

You nodded and leaned up to give a soft kiss to the corner of her lips.

"Call or text anytime. We'll keep in touch and I'll see you soon, yeah?" You asked.

"Promise."

That had been about two years ago. Two years since Paige had left for college, two years since you left for college, and two years since you ever talked to her.

You had to admit, you missed her. Sure, but, you always saw pictures and videos on your feed about how good of a player Paige was. The media milked every aspect of her personality and her playstyle.

She climbed through the chain, making her mark in not only college basketball but her mark to the bigger industry.

The people loved her. She broke records and she created them. She was living that life. Yes, you saw some media hate against her but that's just the way the public is. People get upset that she's everywhere.

You laughed, she seems to upset them there too.

After weighing your options you had landed to attend Auburn University in Alabama for Aerospace Engineering. You weren't sure if that was what you wanted to do but the second you stepped foot on campus, a wave of familiarity came upon you. Which was weird because you've never dabbled in anything like it.

Right now, you were walking out of the aerodynamics laboratory to go get lunch. You had found this niche spot off campus that wasn't too far. A female queer owned diner that served the best fries.

"Hey." You greeted the familiar waitress.

"Hey! Good day to see you, fries are hot and fresh. Not in a 'they're never fresh' type of way but more of a 'it's popular so you have a higher chance of getting fresher fries today.' kinda way."

You laughed and took your normal booth by the window.

The waitress came up and put down a glass in front of you. You always ordered an apple juice and a coffee creamer just because. You never mixed the two, no, but rather downed the creamer before taking a sip of your apple juice.

You never knew why you liked to do it, but the tastes never mixed.

"Fries with an ice cream sundae? Extra sprinkles?" The waitress confirmed.

You nodded. Sure your idea of lunch was different from the normal concept but you never really were hungry. Lunch was more snack time and your fast metabolism would never hold lunch anyways.

"Coming right up." She walked away and you were left staring out the window.

People walked, some on the phone, some alone, some with others. You always thought people watching was weird and creepy but as often as you came to the diner you noticed that you unintentionally did it and no one batted an eye.

To them, you were just a girl who sat in a diner with an apple juice waiting for your daily treat.

Just then, your phone buzzed and you picked it up. A text from Nika Muhl came through. You had met Nika at a bar after their win against Auburn. You knew she was probably Paige's teammate and you could've asked to see her.

But, you didn't want to come off as clingy or needy. Plus, you wanted a fresh start, one where Paige was off your mind and you didn't have to constantly wonder what kind of relationship you two had.

hi girl were playing u again and was ondeirng if u wanted 2 come and watch us? ill fly u out bc im such a good friend :)

do u even know how to spell things properly

ur literally using u intead of you

ur literally doing it rn

wtv ill come ig u dont have to pay for me ill come on my own terms bc i need a break from thism place

thism </3

theres literally a broken heart emoji

what

yeah

no ur lying

u first

what does that even mean

u tell me

stop or im not letting u come

u invited me first

whatever just come

thought u didn't want me 2

fine dont idc

coming

ok good

You laughed and looked for booked flights for 2 weeks in advanced. The game wasn't for a bit but you wanted your break NOW.

"Fries and an ice cream sundae. Enjoy." The waitress placed your food down and you thanked her before mindlessly digging in and booking your flight.

"You're here!!" Nika smiled and gave you a light hug.

She had invited you to watch them practice and you would've said no to go see the area but Nika begged and you promised for only a bit.

It never crossed your mind once that you might run into an old flame.

"Yeah, I'm here. Don't worry you can thank me but not all at once." You rolled your eyes, smirking.

"Who's this?" Ice walked up, hands on her hips as she heaved breaths.

You introduced yourself and Nika explained that you had met after that one win against Auburn and Ice laughed before apologising for beating your school.

A few other players came up and introduced themselves.

"Guys should we really have an Auburn student spying on us, I mean what if she goes and tells the team about our secret weapon?" KK jokes.

Azzi lightly hits her arm and shakes her head. She was also breathing pretty heavy but took a swig of her water before turning to the court. Coach was off doing his own thing as he let the girls have a short break.

"Secret weapon? Do tell so I can totally go tell the basketball team." You emphasised the word totally.

Everyone laughed and you said you were going to check out the campus and what was near. You've never been to Connecticut and you thought you might as well make the most of it.

Nika bid you farewell and you walked off.

"Back sorry guys." Paige ran up to her team, hair slicked back into a ponytail, light makeup adorned on her face.

"P, you totally missed Nika's friend. She's so funny and super hot if you know what I mean." KK wiggled her eyebrows implying Paige's single status.

"Leave her be, she's too in love with basketball to even think about dating a real person." Azzi retorted.

Paige shook her head.

"Sorry, sorry. She go here?"

"Nah, she attends Auburn down in Alabama." Nika said receiving a pass from Kaitlyn Chen.

"We play them soon, yeah?"

"Yeah, I invited her to come watch us. Hope that's okay." "She see any of our plays?"

"She ain't got the slightest clue about basketball it's fine."

Little did Paige know you knew a lot about basketball, she was the one who taught you everything you know. But to her, this girl was just another not-know it all friend whose interests settle elsewhere.

#paige bueckers x reader #paige x reader #paige bueckers #1989 taylor's version #wbb #wnba

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kitty384 · 4 months ago

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He Knew Before I Did

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Summary: During a simple recon mission, you suddenly get sick—and Bucky is the first to realize what it might mean. You’re pregnant. And somehow, he knew before you did.

Warnings: Nausea/vomiting, implied pregnancy, soft emotional support, fluff, established relationship

The mission wasn’t supposed to be complicated.

Simple recon. No combat. No one even fired a shot. We were in and out in under twenty minutes, and the van ride home was smooth and quiet.

So why the hell was I sweating through my suit, stomach twisting, mouth dry, eyes locked on the floor like I was going to die right then and there?

“Y/N?” Sam asked from across the van. “You look kinda pale. You okay?”

I nodded too fast. “Yeah. Just… hot.”

That wasn’t a lie. But it also wasn’t the whole truth.

Something felt off.

Wrong.

Too tight in my ribs. Too loud in my ears. Too unsteady in my body.

And then the nausea rolled in like a freight train.

My hand slapped over my mouth. I barely managed to scramble to the van door before I threw up.

Hard.

The world blurred. Everything spun. I leaned against the side of the van, gripping the edge like it could keep me upright, trying to catch my breath.

“Y/N!”

Boots hit the pavement. A hand touched my back, firm but careful. Gloved fingers pulled my hair away from my face.

I didn’t have to look to know it was Bucky.

Of course it was Bucky.

“You alright?” he asked, voice low and serious—but not panicked.

“I—I don’t know,” I croaked.

He didn’t ask more questions. Just rubbed slow circles on my back and waited.

When I finally stood upright, dizzy and mortified, I saw the way he was looking at me.

Not confused.

Not surprised.

But like something had just clicked.

“Buck,” I mumbled, wiping my mouth, “please don’t say it.”

He tilted his head. “Say what?”

“You know what.”

He hesitated.

Then gave me that look—the one that was equal parts “I love you” and “I’m worried out of my mind and trying not to freak out.”

“Have you… taken a test lately?”

I blinked at him.

A test?

Oh.

I froze.

“I mean—no,” I said quickly. “But I—I don’t think—”

Bucky gently took my hand, grounding me. “Y/N. It would explain a lot.”

I started doing the math.

The weird cravings. The mood swings. The late period I’d blamed on stress. The way he’d been eyeing me for the last two weeks like he knew something I didn’t.

“Holy crap,” I whispered.

Bucky didn’t smile. Not yet. But his eyes softened.

“We’ll stop by the pharmacy on the way back,” he said. “Just in case.”

The second we got home, I locked myself in the bathroom.

Bucky didn’t knock. Didn’t push. Just sat outside the door like he had a thousand times before.

I took the test with shaking hands.

Set it on the counter.

Waited.

And when the time passed, I looked.

Two lines.

Clear.

Positive.

I sat on the floor, the test clutched in my hand, suddenly crying and laughing at the same time.

Then I opened the door.

Bucky stood up instantly.

One look at my face and he knew.

I held out the test, voice shaking. “I think we’re gonna have a baby.”

His hands hovered, like he didn’t want to grab me too fast. “Are you okay?”

I nodded. “Are you?”

That’s when the smile broke across his face.

Gentle. Overwhelmed. Bright.

“I knew it,” he said, pulling me into his arms. “I knew the second you threw up.”

I laughed into his chest. “That’s not very romantic.”

“It is to me.”

We didn’t tell anyone that day.

We just laid in bed, curled together under soft blankets, my hand resting over my belly while his hand covered mine.

We didn’t speak much.

But we didn’t need to.

We were building something now—something brand new.

And he knew before I did.

Because of course he did.

Because he always does.

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miyaz6ki · 1 year ago

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──── sleeping on their lap ...

𝜗𝜚 synopsis. laying on his lap waaa, implied that reader & character are dating

𝜗𝜚 pairings. blade & dan heng x gn! reader ; seperately!

𝜗𝜚 director's notice. first work coming back from break, hope you like it, follow & rb to support (˶ˆᗜˆ˵)

he sounded annoyed as you lazed onto his lap. "just don't be a nuisance." blade placed his hand onto your forehead, "i won't be, plus you like it when i do this." you said, moving his palm over your mouth to give it a kiss !

he won't say it out loud, but he loves it so much once you do place your head on his lap

feels like the luckiest man alive, if you both are close enough, which is probably the case, but he'll hum a tune, a tune from his childhood, a tune that always lulled him to sleep. even on the darkest nights.

getting with this man is almost like impossible, and you practically did the impossible

likes to caress your face, not in a weird way, he just does it when he trying to admire your face.

type of guy to start playing with your hair too

and one time, he was reading something out loud to you, and if you ever mention that you liked it when he did that, he'll bring out a book or two to read out for you, and maybe go to sleep after that

but most of the time, he's the kind to just be quiet throughout it, him reading stuff out to you is quite rare unless you really ask him to.

even when he's stressed, your breathing kinda just calms him down. starts to match your breathing pattern the same way.

dan heng feels a little shock to sense that weight had slowly been put ontop of his lap, he looks down to see your face, "can i sleep like this for a bit? just a bit!" you say, taking his hand and putting it over your chest. "i— well, i can't really say no, can i?" he caresses your hair, "i can get off if you really don't want me to thou—" he cuts you off as you try to get your head up from his lap, "please, just rest easy." "oh alright! thanks dear!"

has confessed before that he loves it when you feel comfortable enough around him to lay your head on his lap.

you trust him enough that you sleep on him?! oh wow he is about just system restart.

can't help but start to intertwine his fingers in the strands of your hair, loves to do it so much.

just holds your hand when you're there, just there on his lap.

feels very proud, you put your trust in him and feel close enough to be vulnerable around him even though it's very clear you both are already dating? yes

he kinda is just like a book of a person. not that easy to open. but you got him to open up to you, and he's thankful everyday that he did.

YOO I LOVE THE WAY I STYLED THIS NO JOKE. just wait till i find out how to do them fake texts for smau trust.

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hollowed-theory-hall · 3 months ago

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Hello! I've been loving reading your metas (especially about Hinny, since I could never quite articulate why I thought they didn't work) and I was wondering: what do you think of the Mauraders friendship? To me it seems a bit baffling, but that could just be JKR's poor grasp of timelines and details.

But it seems that the Mauraders are a close friend group (like, you don't make the map and spend 3 years working on an illegal and potentially fatal Animagus transfiguration on a lark) that as soon as they graduate and join the Order they seem to fall apart. Which I can buy, given the high stress low trust environment they're in, but it seems weird that only Sirius and Remus suspect each other, and I don't think we know why? I could also be forgetting something.

Thank you! 💖

I talked about the Mauraders as individuals a bit here, but their friendship is not as close-knit and happy as the fandom likes to think. I think their dynamic was always more complicated than that.

Like, what you have is James & Sirius who practically fell into friendship at first sight, and have always been the closest in the Marauders group. Remus and Peter were a little bit afterthought. I mean, in SWM, James and Sirius respect each other:

“If it bothers you,” he said, stuffing the Snitch back in his pocket. Harry had the distinct impression that Sirius was the only one for whom James would have stopped showing off.

[...]

“Well, I thought that paper was a piece of cake,” he heard Sirius say. “I’ll be surprised if I don’t get Outstanding on it at least.” “Me too,” said James.

But clearly, don't share that same respect for Remus, whose lycanthropy isn't taken seriously:

“Did you like question ten, Moony?” asked Sirius as they emerged into the entrance hall. “Loved it,” said Lupin briskly. “ ‘Give five signs that identify the werewolf.’ Excellent question.” “D’you think you managed to get all the signs?” said James in tones of mock concern. “Think I did,” said Lupin seriously

[...]

“I’m bored,” said Sirius. “Wish it was full moon.” “You might,” said Lupin darkly from behind his book.

Or Peter who is always the butt of the joke:

Wormtail was the only one who didn’t laugh. “I got the snout shape, the pupils of the eyes, and the tufted tail,” he said anxiously, “but I couldn’t think what else —” “How thick are you, Wormtail?” said James impatiently. “You run round with a werewolf once a month —” “Keep your voice down,” implored Lupin.

[...]

“Put that away, will you?” said Sirius finally, as James made a fine catch and Wormtail let out a cheer. “Before Wormtail wets himself from excitement.” Wormtail turned slightly pink but James grinned.

There is a reason in PoA everyone mentions James and Sirius in the same breath, but they don't mention Remus. There is a reason James and Sirius were: "you didn't see one without the other" and the other Marauders weren't brought up. They weren't as close.

Like, I know from what I've seen in my high school that teenagers' friendships can be really weird and not necessarily good friendships (adult friendships can be like that too, I just think it's easier to fall into in a school-like environment where you are together most of the day — especially in a boarding school, I mean, they shared a dormitory, hey were together 24/7 for 7 years, they kinda had to be friendly with each other). The Mauraders have an unequal dynamic; they aren't the picture of a perfect friend group.

Sirius and James lived together (with Lily) after graduating, but Remus and Peter didn't. It all follows the same pattern.

This friend group was built around James and his charisma. Sirius is probably more alright with Dark Magic than James was ("The world isn't divided into good people and Deat Eaters"), but I'd go on a limb and say he never told James that because just like Remus and Peter he was desperate to be liked by James (I think he saw James liking him as a sign of his goodness and not being like his family). The difference is, James saw Sirius as an equal and respected him in a way he didn't Remus and Peter. He liked them, he liked their attention, but I don't think he saw them as equals to himself and Sirius.

Sirius clearly didn't see Peter and Remus as the same as James. He is the one making fun of Peter more than the others. I think he didn't think Peter would betray them because he looks down on him. He thought Peter worships James too much to betray him (a little projection of his own sense of loyalty as well) — and he was wrong.

The friendship fell apart becouse it was built on sharing a dorm room and being silly together, not on real respect and connection (at least in the case of Remus and Peter. Peter liked being part of the group, Remus was glad to have friends at all, Sirius wanted to be everything his family wasn't, and James was just being himself and had fun). When I read Sirius and Remus' interactions in PoA and later, they always gave me a weird vibe. Like they are both desperate for a sense of normalcy and connection that they remembered from school, but are both completely different people than they were back then, and even then, they weren't as close as either of them was to James. They are both trying to replace James with the other. (If only more Wolfstar fics portrayed them like that and like they weren't that close in school, I might've been more into it)

To illustrate, I always saw their dynamic when at school as something like this:

James also suspected Remus, Remus never doubted Sirius was to blame when he was sent to Azkaban because this entire friend group was around James. And it was also a mess. So, it just makes sense. Sirius never really respected Remus as much as James and Remus knew that.

TL;DR, the Mauraders weren't that close-knit of a friend group as the Mauraders fandom likes to believe.

#harry potter #hp #hp meta #asks #anonymous #hollowedtheory #harry potter meta #sirius black #james potter #remus lupin #peter pettigrew #mauraders #mauraders era

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tojiizm · 3 months ago

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NIGHTS LIKE THIS

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toji fushiguro. | sfw. fluff. self-indulgent tbh. ooc toji?? toji takes care of you. no use of yn. fem! reader.

an: i was listening to anything by adrienne lenker and nights like this by the kid laroi so… it was kinda inspired by those songs ANYWAY

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you hadn’t even showered let alone changed out of your work clothes before you passed out. you were exhausted and you could feel it throughout your whole body. your job had been more demanding than ever, making you get out of bed earlier than usual and getting home much later. today was one of the few days they let you go home early and you were grateful. toji wasn’t home when you came back, he had work and wouldn’t be home till later. it was already a little bit into the night when you came home.

about an hour later, you were still asleep and toji arrived. he could see the exhaustion on your face and just by the way you acted.

he walked into your shared bedroom and saw you sleeping. his heart aching when he saw you were still in your work clothes. quietly, he stepped over to the edge of the bed and squatted down. he stared at your face, his eyes tracing over every freckle, your lips, the tip of your nose and your closed eyes. without thinking, his hand came up to your face, brushing your hair out of your face before stroking your cheek lovingly with his thumb.

toji leaned forward and pressed his lips to your forehead. reluctantly, he started to softly shake you awake. slowly, you opened your eyes and find toji in front of you and a tired smile appears on your face.

“c’mon.” he says, hooking his arms under your head and knees. a soft groan leaves your lips and you see yourself getting carried to the bathroom. he sets you down on the closed toilet before turning on the faucet for the bath. you watch him, your chest aching. you find yourself holding back tears.

“alright, arms up.” toji says once he’s down filling up the bathtub with warm water. you comply, allowing him to take off your shirt and the rest of your clothes. he helps you settle into the tub, the warm water eliciting a relieved sigh from you.

“feel good?” toji asks, sitting on the edge of the tub. you nod, remaining quiet. he changes position, now kneeling by the side and sitting on his feet. his hand returns to the same spot it was a few minutes ago, his thumb slowly stroking your cheek.

“you’re so pretty, you know that?” he says, his voice quiet and calm. his words make you break eye contact, your face heating up. toji lets out a small laugh at your reaction which brings a smile to your face.

“dont say things like that…” you whine.

“why? i love when you get shy.” toji says, a teasing smile on his face.

he starts washing your hair as you two sit in comfortable silence. it relaxes you as you let yourself let go of everything that has been stressing you out. he eventually gets done with washing your hair. he exits the bathroom, getting you some clothes.

he returns with a warm towel, ushering you to get out. he wraps it around your body, patting you dry all the way down to your feet. you watch him as he put your (his) shirt, that’s a little too big, and your underwear on you. as he pats your hair dry, you feel him press a kiss to the back of your neck. it sends shivers down your spine. you turn to him and press a kiss to his lips, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him a little closer.

“thank you, toji. really. you didn’t have to do this.” you say, your voice cracking a little.

“i know. but i wanted to. because i love you.” toji says, placing his hands on your hips. the tears you were trying to hold back earlier come back and were streaming down your face. you bury your head in his chest. toji holds you and you stay like that for a few minutes.

“you hungry? i can order something.” toji asks, making you look up at him. “yeah. i’m okay with whatever.”

he hums. “okay, lets go watch something while the food arrives, yeah?”

you nod, following him to your bedroom.

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i love him so mcuh 💔

#toji fushiguro fluff #jjk smau #toji fushiguro angst #toji fushiguro #jjk fluff #jjk toji #toji x reader #toji fushiguro x reader #jjk angst #jjk x reader #jjk #jjk x you #jjk fanfic #toji zenin #toji x you #jujutsu kaisen toji #self indulgent #i miss him #toji fluff

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princessmaeee · 5 months ago

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All for Us Part VI _ Final Part Part I Part II Part III Part IV Part V

Hello Sweeties ! So as I saw in the votes, you asked for this L A S T par of this story, so there it is ! It's not that long cause I didn't had much to say. I just wanted to do a beautiful and simple end cause I think both deserve it. It wasn't a long Story, but it was long compare to everything I wrote in the last years and I'm proud of myself ! I realised later than the title is kinda bad cause I just made a bad translation from the french but the good title should be '' Everything for Us '' but I will let it like it is cause, Why not. My first Fanfiction in years, my first fanfiction I finishied since my highschool years ( 11 years at least ) and my first published Smut in Years too. Overall I'm proud of myself and I wish I will do more other stories and I hope to be able to finish them all. Thanks to everyone who followed and Love this story. I hope to see you again for other ones !

Tags : @private-vampire - @rafesbunniebby - @ultracoolnobody @chxrrybomb22

You didn't remember what happened after you voted to go home. It was the majority of you. You remembered Thanos voting X too, but after the light off, everything was fuggy. When you opened your eyes, you were on the dirty ground where you were picked when you joined the game. You had a blindfold, well you guessed it was it, who had felt it on your neck. Your feets and wrists were tied up and you could feel the cold breeze of the night. Those bastards let you in underwear in the middle of a street. Luckily for you, You noticed your clothes close to you and after a moment, trying to untie your wrist, you quickly do the same for your legs before putting on your clothes.

Your phone was in the pocket of your sweater and of course, it ran out of energy. Your apartment keys were still in your jean’s pocket.

You felt tired and durty. A good bath and 24h hours of sleep is going to be well deserved, but first, you need to check on something.

You go to the nearest convenient store and put your card in the ATM to take a look at your account. Your heart was racing in your chest. What if it was just a dream ? What if they lied ?

Even if you didn't felt right to be happy, you couldn't stop smiling when you noticed the big amount of money you had in your account. Tears of joy appeared in your eyes, slowly cascading on your cheeks. Finally, The suffering and anxiety will be over. A hand on your stomach, you smiled at it.

«-I promise, You gonna have a beautiful Life…»

Once you got home, as you expected, the door locks were smashed. The guys who were chasing you for money probably entered the apartment while you weren't there.

Stressed, you opened the door and you felt sad to notice how everything was destroyed. This didn't look nice anymore, but you still have to stay there, at least until you could join Thanos or even that guy who messed up your apartment to give him the money.

Plugging your phone to the charger, you start to clean around as much as you can.

After a moment, when your house was clean enough for the energy you had, you go back to your phone and noticed a lot of unread messages from the guy who landed you money. Unsure, you text him back a simple ; I have your money. Let meet up Tomorrow.

You also get a Message, well, many, from Thanos. He seemed anxious about you and the baby.

“-Had you made it home yet ? “ -23h07 “-You can come to my place if you want “ 23h12 “-Or I can come over “ -23h13 “-Princess Are you all right ?” -23h20 “-I Got the money from the game. I can send you some if you want. “ -23h22 “-I know your debts are all my fault anyway…”-23h22 “-Seniorita Please answer me. Are you alright ? Is the baby’s fine ??!! ”-23h25 “-If I don't get an answer I'm going to show up at your place ! “-23h33 “-Okey I'm coming !! ” -23h45

You looked at the time : 23h55. You smiled and answered him

“-I'm fine, my phone Ran out of power. No need to come over. Go at your place and rest “ - 23h56 “-I want to rest with You. Gonna bring snack. What do you want ? Ice Cream and Pinault butter ?”-23h58 “-Im Fine!! And of course Not, I don't have any weird pregnancy cravings. “-00h00 “-Not Yet ;) Anyway, still on my way…with snacks”-00h08

Your smile never left your face. Thanos was always really caring with you but somehow you feel like it was different this time, like he really made an effort and it made you happy.

When he arrived, he opened the door as you were still cleaning up the apartment. He looked around, visibly confused by all the mess around.

«-What happened here ? »

You explained to him the problems you got cause of your debts who’s also his or cause of him. Thanos felt bad you had to go traught all this cause of his addiction and helped you to clean as much as possible. Once everything was less messy, you both enjoyed some Snacks he bring and that’s when you realised how hungry you were. He bought you some of your favorite Ramen, chips and little cake.

He also gave you an envelope with money. It was the exact amount you need to give to the guy you will meet tomorrow. He apologized and insisted you keep it. You felt touched by this and accepted his money.

«-I really want you to keep the money you get from the game for our child. And for Yourself, of course. -What about your own debts ? -I will figure it out. And I still have some left so don’t worry about me. I want to go back to music and earn money of my own. I want to make you and our child proud. And for something else… -Something else ? Like what ? A home ? It's pretty expensive. -Well, not for a home, but it could be a plan for later. The other thing dépend more on your decision. -which is ? »

You both were sitting on your bed and Thanos got up to kneel in front of you, gently taking your hand in his. You looked at him, breathtaking. Your heart stops beating for a second before it starts to beat faster. You could feel your eyes feeling with water.

«- Y/N would you accept to be my wife ? »

You were too shocked to answer. Tears flowing from your eyes as you just quickly nod your head. It wasn't the romantic scene you always dream of, but coming from Su Bong it was the most romantic thing he ever did. Even if you were both exhausted, still in debts and even if you didn’t have a Ring for you, yet, this moment felt the happiest of your life. You throw yourself in his arms, still crying as you repeat ‘’ Yes ! ‘’ Again and again. Su Bong smiled and held you close, gently caressing your hair.

«-My dear and Beautifull Wife, He said before kissing you. »

This relationship with him was a total rollercoaster of emotion, but your love for each other was just too strong to let you away from each other. Faith does good things, sometimes.

The next days goes well, you got rid of your debts, Thanos started to go to therapy to avoid touching drugs again, so did you.

You moved In together, he worked on new music, new songs, starting to slowly go back on stage while you went back to school. You dropped one year ago but you chose an option you really like. It wasn’t easy with the pregnancy and Had to do a lot of home school and take more time.

Life with your Now, fiancé wasn’t alway easy. When he felt the side effect of always being sober you fought a lot, but at the end He apologies and you were understanding considering all the efforts he did for you, the baby and your relationship. Sometime, you fucked to avoid fighting or when Su bon needed a big high. He said you were his new addiction and even dedicated you to a song where He talks about how much He loves you and how you changed his life.

Eventually, you gave birth to a beautiful Daughter. Su bon said once he really would like to have a boy, but when He hold his little baby daughter in his arms for the first time, he almost cried and didn't let go of her. He quickly became over protective with her. He also wrote a song about her and it became a great hit. That’s how He were able to afford your engagement ring.

Your life goes back on track and you feel happy despite what you had been taught with the game. You and Su Bong got a matching tattoo with the number you were during the game as a sort of memorial for the ones who died in there but also as a reminder to yourself to be careful with your money and every decision you will take, cause you never want to live an experience like that ever again.

#thanos squid game #x reader #thanos x reader #squid game #fanfiction #thanos x pregnant reader #pregnant reader #choi su bong #su bong x reader #choi su bong x reader #player 230

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borathae · 2 years ago

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"Your husband, who is your lovely sub on normal days, asks if he could take the lead for once."

Pairing: CEO!Jungkook x f.Reader

Genre: married life!AU, Smut

Warnings: switchy Dom!Jungkook, switch!Reader, basically he wants to be Dom but ends up having quite a subby approach to the entire scene, he is so cute!, slightly bratty!Reader, he shows off his bratty side as well, he lets a few "Mommy"s slip because he is cute, sex in the playroom, leather handcuffs, he ties her to the bed with ropes, suit kink as he keeps his suit on during sex, lap sitting, he is a giggly tease, body worship, nipple licking, temperature play with peach juice, edging (f.receiving), oral (f.receiving), vaginal fingering, use of a rabbit vibrator, use of lube, strength kink, some dirty talk, he calls her "his queen", giggly aftercare, Kookie slips right back into sub-mode the moment the scene ended, they’re so in love!!

Wordcount: 9.7k

a/n: Okay you guys, you know that I love aaol!Kook and his subby nature very much, but this idea came to me one night and wouldn't want to leave me. So enjoy, this is him being the Dom in a scene I am *gulps* have fun besties 😩💜

Your husband had a request last night. It was the type of request he never made before and one you most definitely didn’t expect to ever hear from him.

“Can I dom you?”

The question fell during dinner, leaving you to look at him with widened eyes.

“It’s just that, that…”

He began stuttering then, fondling with his own ear nervously.

“...you know that I, uhm, you know how we, uhm. You know uhm. You know how we once talked about how I’m kinda only subbing for the right woman and that I’m actually a switch? You know it, it was on our first date. You know?”

You assured him that yes of course you remember.

“Yeah okay I uh. Uhm. Uh. Mmh, yeah. I was, uh.”

You had to tell him then, “Jungkook, please don’t be so nervous, there is no reason for it”, which calmed him down enough that he could finish his sentence properly.

“It’s just that, I was thinking that maybe we could, you know, switch it up for once? Just, just once obviously and I, I don’t wanna invalidate you as a Dom.”

“You aren’t, my love”, you told him to which he seemed rather assured.

“Okay good, so uhm. What do you think? Could I be, uhm, could I be the Dom for once? Just once? Please? Once?”

Jungkook looked at you with the biggest puppy eyes ever and so you told him in the most nonchalant of ways that “yeah sure, let’s switch it up. But ain’t calling you Daddy.”

“Ew hell no, that’s just gross. You’re literally the same age as me.”

At that you had to laugh, “but Jungkook dear, you call me Mommy too.”

“Well, that’s different because you’re hot and like totally my type.”

A day has passed between that conversation and the current moment. You have just come home, now in the middle of hanging up your coat when Jungkook calls for you.

“My love, can you come here for a moment?”

“Coming! Just gotta get rid of my bag!” you tell him, doing exactly that.

You find Jungkook in the living room once you are done undressing. He is sitting on the chaise lounge by the window, still wearing a suit. Well, parts of it at least. A black and terribly tight button up is tucked into his equally as tight and as black slacks. The sleeves of the shirt are rolled up, revealing his strong, lower arms to you. His favourite Rolex sits around his wrist. The suit jacket he had draped on the chaise lounge beside him.

“Hey there handsome, how was your day?” you greet him.

“Good. Yours?”

“Good too, just kinda stressful.”

“Yeah stressful?”

“Yeah very. But it’s alright because I’m home now. With you.”

Jungkook gives you a shy grin. You let your eyes run over his chest. He has three of his buttons open, leaving little to your imagination.

“But what’s with you. Why are you still in your suit?” you ask him.

“It’s not my work suit.”

“It’s not?”

Jungkook smirks and spreads his legs rather cockily.

“Come here, my love”, he says, carrying a certain rasp in his voice.

“Oh? Okay”, you chuckle, “is this already part of your plan?”

“Yeah maybe”, he straightens up the closer you come.

“Is it now? What about dinner?”

“Wanna take you out afterwards. It’s not good to play with a full stomach anyway”, he tells you, following the sway of your hips with his eyes, “now sit”, he says, tapping his lap.

You smile fondly, climbing on top of his lap in a way so that you were facing him. Your knees are caging in his hips and you have your hands hooked behind his neck.

“Like this?” you ask, playing with his undercut at the nape of his neck.

“Perfect”, he says and places his hands on your hips to massage them gently. He scans his eyes over your body, “you’re so beautiful, my love.”

“Oh? Thank you. I feel like a mess. I was sweating so much today.”

“I don’t even see it. You are so beautiful.”

“Thank you, Bunny.”

“No, no. Call me by name tonight”, he pauses, “if it’s alright with you, of course”, he adds in a whisper.

“By your name?” you stifle a chuckle, but Jungkook is looking at you with dead serious eyes, “fine. Thank you, Jungkook”, you coo, fluttering your lashes at him.

Jungkook nods his head and runs his hand up your back. He gives your body a gentle squeeze when he reaches your upper back, then begins dancing his hands down to your hips again.

“How was your day, my love? Honestly”, he asks with his attentive eyes solely focused on you. He loves listening to you.

“It was good. Just really hot and the last two lectures kinda ruined me. I’m so tired”, you say and rest your head on his shoulder, “but that’s amazing. You’re so snuggly.”

Jungkook kisses your hair and rubs his hands up and down your back. His touch is so nice, making you tingle in a comforting manner.

“Are you in the mood for kink? I know I’m kinda surprising you right now.”

“No, I knew you would. We talked about it, didn’t we?”

“Mhm, yeah. But moods can change, especially after a long day.”

“No, I still want it. I was looking forward to tonight. I’m so curious to what you have planned.”

“It’s gonna be so good”, he says and wiggles.

“Yeah?"

“Mh-hm, I put a lot of thought into it and worked with the wishes you told me yesterday. I really worked so hard on it.”

“Uuh Bunny, that sounds intriguing.”

“I know, oh Mommy I’m so-”, he stops and wiggles out of your hug. He pouts at you, “no Bunny”, he frowns cutely, “and you’re not my Mommy tonight. No.”

You laugh, caressing his cheeks, “you’re cute. But fine. I’ll behave. What do you have planned, Jungkook?”

“First, tell me your rights”, he says.

“Well, I have the right to vote and the right to voice my opinion freely, there is also the right to-”

“No ___, don’t ruin my plan”, Jungkook whines, sending you a pleading look.

You chuckle. He is so adorable. You are pretty sure that if you truly acted bratty, he would just straight up break into tears because of feeling way too overwhelmed. Poor, sweet boy. Maybe you should cut him some slack for now. After all, Jungkook has a talent for planning scenes. You are sure that he put a lot of effort into tonight.

“Fine”, you give in, “Green, yellow and red. Snap my fingers three times or hum happy birthday. Also don’t you dare call me a good girl or I will end the scene immediately.”

“Yes, that’s it. I understand”, Jungkook says, nodding his head, “do you want this?”

“Yes Jungkook, I do.”

“Good”, he lowers his eyes playfully, “you know? I did some thinking today.”

“You did?”

“Mhm yeah. I was thinking about all the ways I could ruin you.”

“Ruin me?” you gasp, feeling genuinely surprised.

“Yeah”, Jungkook lowers his eyes playfully, “you always put so much effort into making sure I’m a complete mess, so I put a lot of thinking into what I could do to you.”

“You did?” you ask him, finding more and more enjoyment in the scene.

“Yeah”, he smirks playfully, “why don’t you clean up and get pretty for me and I’ll show you?”

“You’ll show me?” you ask huskily, moving closer.

Jungkook looks at your lips with half-lidded eyes.

“Yeah”, he rasps, “upstairs.”

A shiver runs down your spine, making your hips squirm on top of his lap.

“You really prepared it upstairs?”

“Yeah, like we talked about”, he says cockily, “I also put out something for you to wear.”

“Fuck Bunny, you-”

“Uh, nuh”, he silences you by pressing his finger against your lips, “aren’t you forgetting something here?”

“Jungkook”, you murmur, gawking at him with widened eyes, “I meant Jungkook.”

“Better”, he rasps and caresses your chin with two of his fingers, “now off you go, get cleaned up and pretty and then come upstairs. I’ll be waiting for you.”

“Fine, geez you’re really into this role aren’t you?” you murmur, stumbling off his lap with slightly wobbly knees.

Jungkook told the truth. He really prepared something to wear for you. One of his shirts. Babyblue and oversized. It is resting on your bed with a single red rose and a little note on top of it. You aren’t surprised that he chose something so domestic and casual. He loves it when you wear his clothes and quite frankly, you expected him to choose domestic attire for you.

You decide to get washed up first and read the note later.

Once done and with your body finally smelling and feeling clean again, you sit down on the edge of the bed, putting on the shirt. It fits you perfectly, smelling just like him. Once you took a good whiff of him, you reach for the note and the finely wrapped chocolate praline he placed beside it. You let it melt on your tongue as you read.

“A flower and chocolate for my Queen. PS: No panties please ;) Love, Jungkook.”

You smile, folding the note neatly and placing it next to the rose.

“You’re so cute, Bunny”, you murmur, leaving the bedroom to finally hurry upstairs.

You are so excited for what he has planned. You know that whatever he thought of will be fun. The two of you had a long and thorough conversation about your likes and dislikes last night, so you know that Jungkook must have taken great advantage of the knowledge. He is your amazing husband after all.

You knock three times and wait with a racing heart.

“Come in!”

You take a deep breath and finally slip inside.

The playroom doesn’t look much different than it normally does. Except that Jungkook turned on all the moodlights and he changed the once red PVC cover for the black one. It fits well with his outfit.

“Look at you”, he says, leaving the place by the backlit window to strut to you, “you look fucking stunning.”

“Thank you”, you say, “and thank you for the rose and chocolate.”

“Of course”, he says, taking your hand to place a soft kiss on top of your knuckles, “anything for my Queen”, he rasps, looking at you with playful eyes.

He leaves you all hot and bothered. This cocky, flirty attitude suits him so well.

“So”, you begin, “finally ready to tell me what you have planned for me?”

Jungkook straightens up solely to begin circling you like a predator would its prey. His steps are confident, the sound of his shoes are loud on the floorboards.

One.

Two.

He is standing just about behind you, placing his hand on your lower back. He leans in, making sure that you would feel his breath tickle your neck.

“Patience”, he whispers, inching his hand closer and closer to your front. He presents a flute of a sparkling beverage to you. It reflects the red lights, “for you.”

“What’s that?” you gasp, eyeing it with slight shock in your tummy.

“Sparkling peach juice”, he says and giggles, “I wanted to treat you to something yummy.”

“Oh dear, you had me worried that you got alcohol for a sec”, you say, accepting the flute gladly.

“Never”, he says and snakes his arm around you so he could clink glasses with you. He ghosts his lips over your neck as he does, sending shivers down your spine, “to a wonderful evening”, he rasps.

“Yeah”, you agree and guide the glass to your lips. Jungkook does the same with his’. One sip and then he ghosts his lips over your neck again. They are cold from the juice, their kisses leave wet spots on your skin. Jungkook lets his breath swirl over them, intensifying the sensation to the max. It also doesn’t help that his unoccupied hand is running up and down your waist, reminding you just how warm his touch feels.

“I’m so obsessed with you”, he whispers, nibbling on the spots he marked to get rid of the juice, “I can’t stop looking at you in this shirt”, he says, letting his lips brush against the shell of your ear.

The shiver running down your spine leaves you seeking his closeness. You lean into him, sipping on the juice.

“Means I’m yours”, you whisper, listening to his breath hitch.

“Mine?” he repeats, voice shaky.

You smirk triumphantly, “yeah, yours. When you’re on business trips I always put it on, it’s like you’re right there with me.”

“My love”, Jungkook is almost growling, pressing himself into you while his hand grips your hip strongly. He buries his face in your neck, purring deeply.

You giggle, stumbling from how aggressively he is gripping you and with just how much vigour he is grinding into you. You knew it. This would drive him insane. You solely did it to get him that way. Desperate and oh so turned on.

“Fuck, you drive me insane”, he rasps, “I wanna treat you so fucking right.”

His hand rests itself on your stomach, pressing your body back into him. You fall gladly, moaning softly when your ass brushes against his growing cock.

You have to look at him. You just have to.

“Goddamn Kook, what’s gotten into you?”

He looks into your eyes, “why? Do you not like it? Did I do something wrong?” he asks panickedly.

“No, it’s just. You’re actually into that role, aren’t you?”

He nods his head, “I spent my entire day thinking about it”, he confesses and giggles cutely, “I couldn’t concentrate at work at all because all I could think about was us and, and you and just how excited I am for tonight.”

“Well, that’s not good. You shouldn’t do that, baby”, you say, caressing his cheek.

“I know, but I couldn’t help it Mommy, I just-”, he falters, lowering his eyes at you, “don’t do that”, he whines.

“Oh, cutie”, you laugh.

“Hey don’t laugh, it’s not funny. You’re so mean, you gotta give me a chance too.”

“I am, I am. Don’t worry”, you assure him, snickering.

He huffs out air, pouting.

“Fine”, you twirl, placing your hand on his chest, “I’ll try to behave from now on.”

“Thanks”, he says, relaxing. He touches your side, massaging it slowly while his eyes race over your features.

“I’ll try, can’t promise that I’ll succeed”, you say, smirking.

“Mhm, that’s enough for me”, he says, pulling you closer, “thank you, my love. I really need this, so thank you.”

He is so sweet. You are melting on the spot. He is so, so sweet.

“Now”, you say and shotgun the rest of your juice, “finally wanna tell me what you have planned for me?”

“Well first”, he says and takes your hand, “follow me.”

He leads you to the bed, sitting down and pulling you on top of his lap in a way so that your legs would tangle down on one side of him and your back was supported by his arm. The glasses are placed on the floor for now.

The other hand he slips between your legs, feeling up your inner thigh with teasing precision. You really want to squirm because of it. His touch is like fire on your skin.

“What would you say if I told you that I want to put handcuffs around your wrists? And then make you lie on the mattress while I feel up every inch of you?”

“Handcuffs you’re saying? What kinda handcuffs?”

You are acting oblivious on purpose. In reality, you knew exactly of what handcuffs he is talking. You talked about it last night.

He nods his head to the side, pulling your attention to the black leather cuffs currently resting beside him on the bed. You know these cuffs. They have been around Jungkook’s wrists a hundred times before.

“Those seem familiar.”

“Mhm probably. They’re comfy, trust me.”

“Yeah? Have experience with them?”

He smirks playfully, looking at your lips, “maybe.”

“That’s hot. Someone so strong and manly all tied up. That’s so hot”, you coo, swirling your nail up his exposed chest.

Jungkook purrs, moving closer until your lips are touching. One second of gazing. His hand moves, his finger brushes over your pussy. A gasp slips past your lips.

“No panties”, he says and smiles, “you listened. I like that.”

He is tracing your thigh as he speaks. He is so close to your middle that you would only have to move a little and you could have his touch. One more time. The first touch felt so good.

“I thought I’d make it easier for you”, you whisper, chasing him in a squirm.

“You did so well”, he praises, “now”, he pauses his touches, hovers his finger just above your clit, “can you tell me what you think of the idea, mhm?”

Again. He knew exactly what you thought of it because you told him last night. You were into it and you trusted him. It was still terribly exciting to hear you consent to it once again.

“It’s alright.”

“Alright?”

You giggle playfully, making Jungkook frown. It’s actually quite a sexy look on him.

“Kidding. I like it”, you say, grinning when this makes Jungkook roll his eyes at you.

“Pick them up.”

“Huh?”

“Pick up the handcuffs”, Jungkook repeats the order. His voice sounds sterner than before.

You follow with a chuckle, snatching them from the mattress to tangle them from your fingers instead.

“And now?”

“Put them around your wrist.”

“Like this?” you ask, messing it up on purpose.

Jungkook grabs your wrist harshly, genuinely flustering you. He is still frowning, working skillfully to close the shackles. First your right then your left. He twists the chain between them and tugs your hands closer.

“Like this”, he says.

“Well damn. That’s one way to do it”, you murmur, gazing into his dark eyes.

“How do they feel?” he asks.

“Good”, you rasp, gawking at him.

“What’s wrong?”

“Nothing, you’re just really hot”, you say, making him blush and lower his eyes.

“Heh”, he lets out, gazing into your eyes. His hand slips between your legs again, massaging your inner thigh. You feel hot instantly, tensing your muscles in desperation.

And as he runs his fingers over your skin, he continues talking.

“I want to hook you to the bed by the handcuffs. What do you think of that?”

“Sounds constricting.”

“Yeah”, he places his hand over your pussy, moving his fingers as slowly as possible.

You gasp because of it, parting your legs.

“I promise that it’ll feel nice. Like this”, he rasps, parting your folds with two of his fingers. He feels you up. Once. Twice. His touch retreats, desperation remains.

“Jungkook”, you breathe, closing your fingers around a bundle of his shirt.

Jungkook’s hooded eyes flit down to them, the right corner of his lips curls into a smirk. He touches your inner thigh, basking in the squirm you do because of it.

“Can I call you cute?” he asks.

“Cute?”

“Are you comfortable with being called that way?”

“Only when you say it. Why?”

He moves closer, squeezing your thigh and eliciting a loud gasp from you. His dark eyes flit to your lips, his breath tickles you as he speaks.

“Because you’re so fucking cute when you squirm for me”, he rasps, sending shivers down your spine.

“Goddamn it, Kook”, you whisper, aching for a kiss.

Jungkook purrs and smirks. He stubs you with his nose, getting to his feet afterwards with you in his arms bridal style. His muscles tense, he bounces you in his arms twice to get a better grip. And you are dizzy. Seriously, you are dizzy. You expected anything, but not for Jungkook to be so good at controlling a scene.

Jungkook sets you down on the bed carefully, placing you in the middle of it and soothing you by caressing your cheek.

“Are you comfortable?” he makes sure.

“Yeah, I am”, you assure him.

“Okay. Good. Lift your arms, I’m tying you down”, he orders and you obey.

He grabs the rope, guiding it to your handcuffs to tie you down. He prepared the rope for tonight. Black tossa yute. He likes the feel of it and the colour. He thinks that it fits the overall vibe he is trying to go for. Dark and mysterious.

Jungkook finishes the knot, running his fingers down your arms and making you writhe in the process. His touch tingles like crazy.

“How is that?” he asks you.

“Good”, you answer him, studying his face, “what now?”

“Now? I’m taking my time with you. You’re so beautiful, It’d be a shame not to”, he says, sitting down at the edge of the bed. He pulls one knee up, placing his arm across your waist. Like this, he is propped up on his hand, facing you with sparkly eyes.

He runs them up and down your torso and as the seconds become longer and longer, those sparkles get replaced by hungry fire.

You feel on fire too. Sharing silence with him. Being gazed upon. Building tension. Jungkook hasn’t touched you yet and somehow this is driving you insane.

Jungkook moves. Finally. His touch lays itself upon your stomach. His warmth seeps through the shirt, your skin is covered in goosebumps. He caresses you, squeezes you afterwards. Strong and desperate.

Jungkook locks eyes with you. They are dark and half-lidded.

“You’re so fucking sexy in my shirt”, he rasps, voice deeper than usual, “I’m so addicted to you.”

“Addicted?” you gasp.

“Yeah”, he purrs, running his hand up your tummy and sternum until he reaches your throat. He doesn’t touch it, knowing that you don’t want him to go there. Instead he lifts his hand so only his fingertips are touching you. He tugs at the collar of the shirt, giving you a glimpse of what he will do next. “I’m running on nothing but you.”

You feel good from his sweet words. He always knows what to say. Jungkook slips his fingers to the upper most button of the shirt.

“Can I start to undress you?” he asks

“Yes, you can”, you allow him, feeling incredibly safe right now. You didn’t for a second feel fear for tonight. There is a reason why you don’t want to sub. Not only for the most obvious one that Domming just feels a lot better to you and it comes natural to you, but also because being a sub in the past hurt you. The men you had to sleep with at your job hurt you, fucked you into non-consensual submission and left without making sure to fix what they broke. Quite frankly, being someone’s sub traumatised you.

But you weren’t scared of tonight because you aren’t scared of Jungkook. You could never be scared of Jungkook. Especially not when it comes to kink. He respects you, loves you and cherishes you. You told him that you needed him to ask permission for every new step he takes and he does. He is asking, going slow, making sure that he only proceeds once he gets your clear verbal consent. This is everything you needed and Jungkook is showing you once again that you can always trust him and count on him. And it is enough to make you feel safe enough that you willingly let yourself get tied up and therefore rendered helpless.

He undresses you slowly. Button by button. Each time he opens a new one, he feels up your skin with featherlight touches. There are ten buttons on his shirt, by the time you mentally counted to ten, you are aching for his touch. You really, really are.

Jungkook retreats his hand, letting the situation hang in the air. Your shirt is still closed except for a little slit having formed in the middle. Technically you are still dressed, but feel naked already. Naked and desperate.

“How was that?” he asks you.

“Good”, you get out, “Jungkook, hurry up.”

“Patience”, he soothes you, caressing your hip.

“I hate patience”, you say and huff out air.

“No you don’t, you’re telling me to be patient all the time”, he retorts and goddamn it hits right where it hurts the most.

“No need to throw my own bomb back at me”, you mumble, making him snicker.

You send him a pout, one that Jungkook wipes away instantly with a soft caress to your chin.

“You’re so cute”, he whispers, making you roll your eyes fondly.

He retreats his hand, touching your exposed collarbone instead.

“I’ll get on top of you for now. Is that okay?”

“Yeah, it’s okay.”

“Good, that’s good”, Jungkook says and climbs on bed, claiming his spot right atop your lap. His slacks are struggling around his thighs and butt, stretching to their limit. The view is seriously making your mouth water.

Jungkook sits down on you. Nicely heavy and warm. That’s how he feels. And weirdly enough, he feels in charge. Despite how normally submissive he is in this position, tonight he feels in charge and you are starting to enjoy it more and more. At least for tonight. He is so hot when he is bossy.

Your eyes flit from his meaty thighs to his hands. He is currently fixing the rolled up sleeves of his shirt, making sure that you get the perfect view of his lower arms and working fingers. He ends it by running his fingertips down his own skin, rocking back and forth on you just once.

He is so hot without even trying. No wonder you’re so irrevocably in love with him.

He lowers himself, hands coming to rest on each side of your head and dark eyes running over your face.

“You’re so pretty”, he rasps.

“And you’re drooling.”

“Mhm proudly”, he says, giving you a cute grin, “I’ll start to open your shirt now and I’ll touch you as I do. Are you ready?”

“Yeah, I’m ready.”

“Good. Relax for me, my love. You’re in good hands”, he whispers and sits up, placing his hands on your tummy to feel up your torso. He stops once he reaches the collar of your shirt, hooking his fingers in it to tug it open.

And so it begins. The addicting game of undress. Jungkook goes slow, eyes running over your body adoringly and fingers tracing your skin ever so often.

“I love it when you wear my shirts”, he whispers in a raspy voice.

“I know, you’re not good at hiding it”, you say, gazing at him.

“Who said I wanna hide it?”

“Hah. Sweet talker.”

“Mh-hm yeah”, he lets out and lowers his lips to your neck. He kisses the tender spot where your neck meets your collarbone. You find yourself sighing his name because of it, rolling your head to the side to give him better access.

One Jungkook takes gladly, trailing his kisses along your neck while his fingers feel up your upper sides. His touch tickles in an amazing way.

“You’re so beautiful”, he whispers, “I’m so lucky. Seriously so lucky”, you adds and swirls his tongue down your neck.

“Ah”, you let out at the sensation, writhing in bliss. His tongue is so wet and warm, leaving behind a tingling cold sensation where the air hits your skin.

Jungkook wraps his lips around a spot on your upper chest and sucks. It feels gentle at first until a small sting shoots through you.

“Kookie”, you let out and luckily for you, Jungkook slips his lips from your skin to kiss a loving trail down to your breasts.

“My queen”, he whispers, “you’re mine. All mine. I love my queen so much”, he says and lifts his gaze to look at you.

“I love you too”, you tell him with a fluttering tummy.

“Heh”, he lets out and lowers himself back to your chest, “my love, can I worship your breasts?”

“Yes, you can.”

“Thank you, you are so beautiful. I wanna make you feel so good”, he whispers and begins kissing your skin. He moans and sighs as he does, running his hands over your curves and rocking his hips back and forth on your lap.

It feels so good. He is so gentle in his touches and loving in his kisses. Every second with him feels like a dream. A warm and safe dream. By the time Jungkook lifts his lips from your chest for the first time, you are so charged in pleasure that you actually whine.

“What was that?” he asks, tracing your ribs right under your breasts.

“Nothing.”

“Nothing?” he smiles boyishly, “are you sure? Because it sounded like a whine to me.”

He makes you frown and pout. He chuckles because of it, wiggling his hips.

“You’re a tease”, you get out and arch your back, “fuck Kookie, my nipples are sensitive.”

“I know, they’re really swollen too”, he says and rubs his fingers against them. The touch makes you arch into him again, forcing your lips to produce a soft moan. Jungkook circles his hips and moans with you, “that feels so good. Your nipples are so, so pretty.”

“Kook, seriously”, you sigh, “it’s driving me insane.”

“It’s starting to work, doesn’t it?”

“What does?”

“My plan to ruin you.”

You open your eyes, sending him a look. Jungkook snickers because of it, giving you a playful smile.

“Look at you enjoying this”, you murmur, “so mean.”

He snickers with even more boyishness in his eyes, sliding his hands to your waist and leaning some of his weight on you.

“Are you still enjoying it?”

“I am. A lot.”

“That’s so nice to hear. Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he says and leans down to smooch your lips. He cups your cheeks, rubbing his nose against yours as he wiggles his hips, “do you really like it a lot?”

“Yes, I really do. You feel so good.”

“Oh god, Mommy”, he giggles, “that makes me so, so happy. I wanna be such a good Dom to you, Mommy.”

“You’re cute, Bunny. Also, I thought I’m not your Mommy tonight?”

“Oh”, Jungkook lifts his head, blinking at you with widened eyes, “I uh…”

You laugh, “don’t worry, love. I’m just gonna act like you didn’t say that.”

“God”, he lowers his eyes shyly, “thank you. I can’t stop calling you that. It comes so natural to me.”

“It’s alright. You’re still in charge, don’t worry.”

“Okay, okay”, he grins cutely, “I want to do the next step to you.”

“Okay? What do you wanna do?”

“I wanna use the juice to get my mouth colder and then run it over your body”, his eyes shift to your nipples, his thumbs draw light circles on them, “especially your nipples”, he adds in a breathy whisper.

“That’s hot, do it”, you allow him, arching into his touch.

“Okay. Stay, don’t go anywhere”, he says and snickers at his joke as he climbs off your lap.

“Stupid noodle”, you murmur, smiling to yourself.

He skips back to the bed in happy steps and sits down on your lap again. He carries the flute of juice in his left hand, lifting it to his lips to take a sip. He swallows it, keeping up eye contact as he does. Once done, he smiles, letting out a soft chuckle.

You retort it, arching into his hand as he runs it over your torso. He cradles your breasts and massages them gently.

“The juice is so yummy”, he says and leans down to dance his cold lips over your chest.

“Mhhm”, you purr, closing your eyes in pleasure. His fingers are so warm, his touch so hot and yet his lips are so cold. The contrast of sensations makes you tingle like crazy.

Jungkook sits up and takes another sip. He keeps just enough in his mouth so he could wrap his lips round your nipple and make you feel the sensation. Wet and cold. Goosebumps form on your chest because of it. The tingle snakes all the way down to your pussy.

“God”, you chuckle, squirming desperately, “that’s cold. Hah.”

Jungkook swallows the juice, ending it by sucking on your nipple. You are so goddamn sensitive already that you have to close your legs and rub them together.

“Bunny…”

Jungkook lifts his lips, moaning softly. He looks up at you with sparkly eyes, smiling sweetly.

“You’re so sweet”, he says, “I love your nipples so much.”

“You’re such a tease”, you whisper.

Jungkook scrunches his nose and sits up. He lifts the flute of juice and guides it over your tummy.

“This isn’t gonna go well”, you tell him, watching with a dizzy head.

He tilts the glass.

“Bunny, listen to me. It’s gonna go everywhere.”

But Jungkook doesn’t listen. He tilts the flute and lets the juice trickle down onto your tummy. It goes well at first until it gets too much and the juice escapes down your sides.

“Oh no”, he gasps, leaning down quickly to slurp it up from your tummy.

“See?” you laugh, “you stupid noodle, you should have listened. I know what’s up.”

Jungkook slurps one last time, then licks up and down your tummy with the flat of his tongue. You have to be honest, that shit feels amazing. Cold at first until his hot mouth warms you up again.

He guides his mouth to your lower tummy, nibbling at your tenderness with his teeth tugged behind his lips. You squirm and giggle.

Jungkook lifts his head, grinning up at you.

“This was all part of my plan”, he very obviously lies, “I wanted the juice to go everywhere so I can lick your tummy.”

“Mhm sure”, you say sarcastically and snicker, “you’re such a stupid noodle.”

“Heh”, he lets out and sits up. There is one sip left in the glass. He decides to trickle it over your tummy again. It spills again, making you chuckle and glance at him. He does the same, “all part of the plan.”

“Sure.”

Jungkook grins and leans down, slurping up the sweet juice while his hands run up and down your sides. The empty glass he discarded on the bed for now.

Once clean again, he guides his eager tongue up to your breasts. His mouth is warmed up by now, it feels like fire around your nipples as he sucks and licks them. One at a time with equal amounts of attention shared between them.

And while he does, he is rolling his hips on your lap, squeezing his thighs around you needily. He is even whimpering like the natural babyboy he is. If you weren’t so tied up and ruined in desperation, you would have grabbed him and flipped him to give him the fuck he deserved.

But you aren’t in control tonight. At least, you pretend to be.

“Jungkook more”, and so you beg, feeling not an ounce of shame in doing so. He makes you feel so safe that it doesn’t feel weird to beg.

Jungkook lifts his puffy lips from your equally as puffy nipples. His fingers continue to play with them even when he sits up. His hips wiggle and roll against you, his butt is stuck out as he arches his back.

This whole situation really is one big roleplay, you think as you watch him pose so instinctively submissive.

“Did you just beg?” he asks, melting you with it. He is so cute.

“And if I did?” you answer him, thrusting your hips up. Jungkook squeaks and moans, pressing his thighs together. Cute. He is so adorable, “I need more, please.”

“Oh god”, he chokes out and wiggles his hips, “okay. Yes”, he nods his head vigorously and gives your nipples a soft pinch.

The sensation makes you sigh and arch your back.

“I want to use a rabbit on you”, he smiles with his eyes, “not me, an actual rabbit vibe.”

You roll your eyes, “you stupid noodle, that joke was terrible”, you say with a fond grin.

“Hehe”, he lets out and leans down, forcing heat to rise to your cheeks from just how seductive he suddenly looks. Playful and terribly cute, but still very seductive, “can I use a toy on you, please?”

“Yes you can”, you whisper, eyes hypnotised by his lips. They are so wet and puffy from sucking your nipples. And so pink. You want to kiss him so fucking bad.

“Thank you. Now stay here, I’ll get the toy”, he says, kissing your forehead once before climbing off bed and strutting to the big toy wall. He discards the glass on a table while he is at it.

You and he are very proud of your collection. It took a few years to get it where it is today and you are still not done. Each toy has its separate compartment, while your more aesthetic toys even have their own display case. The rabbit vibrator was a White Day present from Jungkook. Dark pink and soft silicone. The toy is both controlled by buttons and over its very own app. Sometimes when Jungkook is on a business trip and you have sex over a video call, you use said rabbit to get off while Jungkook is the one controlling the pattern. Obviously he knows that he can only get his very own reward if he gives you a good pattern and until now, he has never disappointed.

Jungkook closes the drawer and returns to the bed, but not before grabbing your favourite lube.

You also use the rabbit to jerk off whenever Jungkook is not in the mood for sex or you are too lazy to ask him and need simple, quick relief. And on your most favourite occasions, you use the toy to get off Jungkook, stuffing his ass with it and using its curve to torture his prostate while the smaller side presses against his balls. Jungkook shakes like crazy whenever you do that.

Jungkook places the lube bottle and toy next to you on the mattress. He touches your legs, running his palms down to your ankles.

“Ready?”

“For what?”

“That”, he says, grabs you by your ankles and pulls your legs apart.

You squeak right along with your feet as they slide over the PVC cover.

“Jungkook why?” you laugh, “oh my fucking god.”

“I’m sorry, it’s always so hot when you do it. Did you not like it?”

“I did, don’t worry, just fuck. You’re better at that than I thought you would be.”

Jungkook grins cockily, “what can I say? I’m a natural.”

“You’re a stupid noodle that’s what you are”, you say with a fond giggle.

“Yeah…I like being your stupid noodle. It makes you laugh. I love making you laugh.”

“God Kookie, you’re so cute.”

“Heh”, he lets out and places himself between your open legs. He places the rabbit on your tummy, resting his hand on the sheets next to your pussy. Then he flashes you a cute smile, “you’re pretty.”

“God Kookie, I love you so much which is why I’m gonna tell you something now. Hurry the fuck up”, you say and groan, bucking your hips up in desperation.

He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.

“It’s not fun is it?” he teases and kisses your knee, “now you know how I feel when you tease me.”

“If I knew you would use tonight as a revenge scheme I’d have said no”, you joke, making his laughter grow.

He smooches your other knee then flashes you a smile.

“I’ll get started, yeah?” he says.

“Yeah”, you stress, opening your legs further.

Despite his words, Jungkook takes his sweet time in getting the toy ready. He picks it up from your tummy and spreads lube over its silicon shaft as slowly as possible, all while his pretty doe eyes switch between the toy and your face.

“Kook…” you warn.

He looks at you and smiles, “patience. I’m almost done.”

“You’re such a tease.”

He doesn’t say anything to that. He merely smiles and connects his lubed up fingers with your pussy.

You hiss at the contact, rolling your hips into his touch. It feels like ecstasy to be touched by him. His fingers are so gentle and know exactly where to touch.

“You’re so wet”, he lulls, massaging your pussy in slow circles. First your clit and folds, then he lingers on your entrance.

“Fuck, baby”, you moan softly.

Jungkook slips his fingers inside, forcing your body to shudder in pleasure. The breach feels so good that you have to grip the ropes and arch your back. Jungkook watches it happening with his cock straining his slacks. He didn’t dare to imagine you twisting ropes like this and yet here you are, twisting the ropes because of how good he makes you feel. He swallows down the mewl threatening to escape him and instead channels his desperation into curling his fingers just right.

“That feels so good”, you sigh, rolling your head to the side, “fuck.”

“I love this so much”, he confesses with his voice trembling, “you’re so soft.”

“More.”

Jungkook smiles because you are twisting the ropes again and you don’t even notice it. He’s really got you desperate, hasn’t he? He feels his heart flutter and his tummy turn in desire. This is so sexy to him.

He slips his fingers free, even if you whine, and guides the vibrator to your pussy. Your whines stops, desperate breathing replaces them.

“Take a deep breath for me”, he orders in a soft voice, listening to the way your breath hitches in your throat. He puts gentle pressure on your pussy and slips inside.

“Jungkook”, you release your breath in a moan of his name, clenching around the toy with your fingers closing around the ropes again.

“Keep breathing, my love. Keep breathing”, Jungkook talks you through it, staring at your pussy with dilated pupils. She looks so pretty around the toy, fitting right around it. As if you were made for it. Jungkook squeezes his legs together and pushes the last two inches inside, “done. How are you?”

“Turn it on, please.”

“Did you just beg again?”

“Fuck, shut up and do it”, you throw back in a chuckle, sending him a look.

Jungkook snickers, scrunching his nose up, “you’re so cute”, he says and presses the on button. The toy begins purring and humming, sending vibrations through your pussy.

“Holy shit”, your eyes roll back and fall closed, your legs open further, “Jungkook….”

“That’s it. Relax”, he speaks in whispers, moving the toy back and forth carefully, “how’s that, my love?”

“Good, really good just…move the clit part a little to the left.”

Jungkook fixes the position, “like this?”

“Yes”, you groan, rolling your hips up, “yes there. Keep that going. Jungkook, right there.”

“This makes me so hard”, he confesses in a mewl. He gets on his knees, squeezing his cock between his thighs this way. He keeps rubbing them together, finding relief that way. He knows that it’s not the most dominant position, but he can’t help himself. He loves it so much when he can serve you! He loves making you feel good, moan and shake. He loves it so much that he gets so horny that he just has to rub his cock against whatever is closest. And tonight his clothed thighs are the closest friction he can get and he chases it like a needy bunny while his hand never once messes up the rhythm of the toy.

It is not long and he has you arching your back for an orgasm. Your thighs are trembling and your fingers ache from twisting the ropes.

“Jungkook, I have to cum”, you confess in a moan, readying yourself for the amazing high with bated breath. You just know that the orgasm is going to feel like heaven. He managed to rile you up so much that it will consume your entire body. You can’t wait to have it.

In three, two…

Jungkook removes the toy from your pussy and turns it off. The fire dies down, agony replaces it.

“What the hell?” you groan, writhing in pain, “holy fuck, did you just edge me?”

Your eyes meet. While you are genuinely shocked by what just happened, Jungkook seems proud of himself.

“Yeah”, he says.

“What the fuck?”

He laughs, wiggling his shoulders.

“No seriously, what the fuck? Why would you do that?” you press out. He never edged you without your orders before. This is a fucking first and goddamn, it riles you up.

“Because I can”, he throws back and grins.

“You are. So. Mean”, you get out and drop your head, “holy shit, I wanna cum.”

Jungkook snickers, running his hands down your thighs. He pushes them apart gently and lowers himself to your pussy. He plops down on his tummy and finally connects his mouth with your heat.

You flinch at the sudden wet warmth around your pussy, tugging at the ropes so aggressively that the rings jingle.

“Jungkook”, you choke out, “Jungkook, holy fuck.”

Jungkook mewls into you, lapping at your wet pussy with his sparkly eyes gazing up at you. You taste sweet like the lube he covered you in. He licks you until the taste has faded and only the amazing taste of your pleasure coats his tongue. He loves this taste so much more than the tacky artificial sweetness of lube.

He closes his arms around your thighs and tugs you closer, slurping deliciously as he drinks your taste.

“You’re fucking amazing”, you get out, writhing in pleasure, “I’m fucking serious, you’re amazing.”

Jungkook fucks the mattress because of your praise, moaning into your pussy desperately. He runs his palms up and down your tender thighs, soothing the shakes running through them each time he runs his eager tongue over your clit. He loves those shakes so much that he wants them to run through you constantly. He focuses his licks on your clit, switching between drawing circles and flicking the tip of his tongue up and down your swollen bundle of nerves. He knows that this drives you crazy.

“This is gonna make me cum”, you confess, shaking unapologetically.

Jungkook mewls and puts more pressure on your clit. He wants you to be as close to orgasming as possible. He has to get you as needy as you can get for what he has planned next. Your clit throbs under his tongue, but he knows not to pull back yet. It often throbs when he’s going down on you, this isn’t an indicator yet. In your beginnings, Jungkook often pulled back when you began throbbing under his tongue because he thought that you would orgasm, but years and years of practice and routine taught him that this wasn’t a sign yet. You just have a very reactive clit. Especially when his mouth is involved.

Jungkook listens to the noises you make. They are currently loud and filled with desperation. Good. That means he can still continue. You get quieter, the closer you get, because you always start holding your breath when you are about to orgasm. Jungkook knows that much.

He speeds up his licks and moans into you so can feel the vibrations.

“Oh, ah-”, you twist the ropes and hold your breath.

Now.

Jungkook breaks away.

“Oh my fucking god, you didn’t just- urgh”, you groan and thrust your hips against nothing, “how did you know?”

Jungkook feels so incredibly proud right now. He knows you so well!

“Years of practice”, he says. He tries his hardest to sound dominant and confident, but his voice is shaking like crazy because of how happy he feels.

“This is the worst. Why do you know me so well?” you murmur and whine, “please Kookie, do something again.”

“No”, he says, hoping for one more beg.

“Yes?” you throw back, “please”, you add, meaning it honestly.

Jungkook giggles, “I love it when you beg”, he says. He sits up and reaches for the vibrator.

“Yes. This”, you murmur, eyeing it hungrily.

He spreads new lube on it and your pussy and pushes it back inside, turning it on.

“Yes this”, you moan, rolling your head from side to side, “this is….ah.”

Jungkook makes minimal movements with the toy. He wants it to keep pressing against your g-spot because he knows that he’s got you horny enough that this is what you need. You love it so much when he goes deep and slow whenever you’re far enough into the sex. It’s those moments where you pull him closer with your legs when you’re doing it missionary and those moments where you grind down on him when you’re riding him. Jungkook can hear it in the way your moans leave you.

“Does that feel good?” he rasps.

“It feels so good”, you moan, circling your hips as you keep chasing the pleasure.

Jungkook mewls and looks at your pussy. He just noticed that your clit isn’t getting stimulated. He quickly fixes the position of the toy, forcing your hips to thrust into the sensation.

“Holy shit”, you press out under your breath and then you begin to grow more and more silent as you hold your breath for longer and longer.

Jungkook circles the toy.

Silence. You are holding your breath.

Jungkook removes the toy.

“Noo Bunny, can’t you let Mommy cum?” you whine, writhing on the sheets.

“I’m sorry Mommy, I can’t”, Jungkook says, putting the now turned off toy on the sheets.

“Fucking hell urgh”, you groan, chasing his fleeing touch as your fingers twist the ropes.

Jungkook soothes the agony by running his hands up and down your inner thighs, placing soft kisses on your knee.

“Sorry Mommy, so sorry”, he whispers.

“No you’re not, you’re enjoying this”, you grumble.

Jungkook snickers, climbing on top of you. He places his hands on each side of your head, gazing down at you. He is arching his back. Even now when he is the one charge, he finds himself in such a fuckable posture naturally.

“Can you tell me your colour?” he asks, rocking back and forth mindlessly.

“Green, but a really edged green.”

He scrunches his nose up, giggles. You chuckle, gazing at him.

“You’re so funny”, he says, booping your nose with his finger.

You shake him off, huffing out air as you pretend to be angry. You even furrow your brows at him.

“Make me cum, you brat”, you grumble.

Jungkook snickers and kisses your forehead, “you calling me like that doesn’t work on me tonight.”

“Hmpf, you meanie”, you mumble.

“I’m sorry”, he coos and turns on your body so you have his clothed cock right above your face.

“Really?” you laugh, oggling it hungrily. It is a miracle to you how his slacks still manage to contain his cock. It is filling up his left pant leg, bulging the fabric painfully. Poor boy must be in so much pain right now. You gulp, yearning for his cock in your mouth. He must be so wet by now. You want him running down your throat and throbbing against your tongue.

“Get naked and let me suck your pretty cock”, you order.

“No”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips teasingly. He knows exactly what he is doing.

“You’re such a brat. Do as you’re told.”

“I don’t have to do anything”, he snickers cutely, “I’m in charge.”

“Wow”, you laugh and writhe, “fuck, you drive me insane.”

“I know”, Jungkook throws back and wiggles his hips one last time. You growl and try to snatch him by lifting your head, but he moves away. Your eyes meet. He looks so full of mischief and entertainment. The giggles he lets out are indicator enough just how much he enjoys being a little brat tonight. And you can’t even be mad at him, because he is in charge and can do whatever he wants. Oh, you are crazy for this man.

“Once I’m free again, you’ll see what this gets you”, you mumble and huff out air.

“Mhm okay”, he purrs and grins. Then he turns away again. He arches his back and lowers himself to your pussy.

“Bunny”, you gasp, arching into him. This feels like heaven. His mouth is so warm and wet, his lips are so soft.

Jungkook grips your hips and tilts them up, moaning around your clit as he sucks on her needily. He moves his head as he sucks, rubbing his cute nose through your folds as best as the position allows him to.

“Yes Bunny. Fuck, that feels so good.”

He loves sixty-nining with you so much. Bear in mind, his favourite variation of the position is when he is tied up, blindfolded and plugged up while you smother him and suck his cock. This is what really gets him going, but this right now is heaven as well. You taste like lube again, but Jungkook cleans it off within a few seconds. Then your unfiltered, raw taste coats his tongue and Jungkook finds himself moaning around your clit even louder.

“Holy fuck, please don’t stop.”

Jungkook doesn’t know if he could stop again. You taste so good that he feels dizzy. He wanted to edge you with his mouth one more time and then make you cum with the vibrator, but he doesn’t know if he has the strength to do that. Jealousy stings in his chest when he thinks about making you climax with a toy. He doesn’t want the toy to be the thing which sends you off. He wants to be the one making you see stars. He wants you to fall silent in bliss because of his mouth and not because of a stupid toy.

Jungkook growls into you and furrows his brows. It’s decided then. The toy won’t get your orgasm, never ever. He will make you cum with his mouth. Yes, that’s it.

“I’m close”, you get out and whimper, “please Jungkook, don’t edge me anymore.”

You aren’t aware that your begging is useless. Jungkook already made up his mind. He is going to make you cum. He growls around your clit, sucking it between his lips harshly. And he keeps it right there, suckling on it with his cock throbbing in his slacks. So good. You taste so good.

“Jungkook”, you mewl, sounding so utterly ruined, “Jungkook, you’re making me cum.”

He whimpers, dimpling your hips as he grips them harder.

“Ah”, you let out and then grow silent.

Jungkook mewls at the realisation, concentrating all of his attention on the spot which made you go silent.

“Fuck. Now”, you press out and thrust your hips up. The knot in your tummy bursts, the hottest orgasm takes a hold of you, “Jungkook”, you moan loudly, shaking uncontrollably. As much as you hate to admit it, you are glad that he edged you because this is paradise. You haven’t felt your climax as deeply as you do right now in ages. This is the kind of high which genuinely makes your toes curl and which makes your muscles go limb.

Jungkook licks you through it, keening in a high pitched voice as his head pounds in pleasure. This was the best decision ever. You feel so good when you are climaxing on his tongue. He can barely stop himself after your high died down, whimpering your name as he kisses your pussy over and over again.

“Well shit, holy shit. Fuck”, you get out in breathy pants for air. Your body refuses to move, your head is turning. You feel so goddamn fulfilled. This was incredible.

Jungkook guides his kisses up your torso, crawling off of you gradually. He grabs your face and kisses you in the unfamiliar position. With your heads facing opposite directions, he has to suck on your upper lip.

You snicker and moan. It never gets boring with him.

“Hm”, Jungkook hums and breaks the kiss with a cute smile. He runs his thumbs over your cheeks, gazing down at you.

“Did you like this?” he asks.

“I loved it.”

“Then you have to thank me.”

You lift your brows, “really?”

“Yeah”, he says in a giggle, nodding his head.

“Wow okay”, you smile fondly, “thank you, Jungkook.”

Jungkook snickers and scrunches his nose up, “you’re welcome”, he says and pulls your face into a big smooch.

Just once because then he sits up and runs his hands to your tied wrists. He opens the ropes and handcuffs, picking up your freed wrists to caress them gently.

“Does anything hurt?” he asks.

“No, nothing hurts.”

“Good”, he rolls circles into the tender inner side of your wrists, “you kept twisting the ropes”, he says and sends you a boyish grin.

“I did not”, you lie, making him snicker.

“Yes, you did. Admit it, you were really desperate.”

“Mhm yeah I was”, you admit happily, basking in the giddy giggles he lets out.

You sit up and turn around. Now you are both kneeling, facing each other. You run your hands up his thighs, waist and chest until you can cup his cheeks. Jungkook squirms because of the touch.

“You did an amazing job, Bunny”, you praise him, “I was only that desperate because I felt safe.”

“Mommy”, he whimpers, gripping your wrists, “this is everything I wanted you to feel. I’m so happy.”

“I’m happy too, my love”, you tell him and lean in to kiss his cheek, “good job, my love.”

Jungkook giggles and hugs you, swaying your bodies from side to side enthusiastically.

“Oh Mommy, I’m so happy”, he confesses, squeezing you gently, “and, and now I’ll take you out for dinner and, and treat you to yummy dessert.”

“Yeah? What about your cock? You’re so hard in your slacks”, you say, running your hand up and down his bulge.

“I want to go out with it”, he talks breathily because of the touch, “you can do whatever you think is right to do. In the restaurant or the car or, or wherever you think is fitting.”

You smirk, “mhm okay”, you purr, kissing his neck gently, “so I take it that order has been restored, mhm?”

He giggles and nods his head, “yes Mommy.”

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imsogonesposts · 28 days ago

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So first of all I love your Finnick fics and I was wondering if you could write one where the reader has a stutter and she gets frustrated with herself and finnick comforts her? It’s okay if not!

hii tysm!! thank you for requesting, i hope you like this!!

Stumble Through It

|| ao3 || finnick masterlist || requests are open!! ||

summary: Finnick comforts you after you get upset with yourself after stuttering through a commemoration speech for your fallen district partner. (wc: 835)

Warnings: one character kinda gets annoyed by the reader’s stutter, but Finnick quickly shuts it down.

You had had a stutter for as long as you could remember. Over the years, your stutter had gotten better, only really reappearing when you were stressed or frustrated, and after being picked for the 68th Hunger Games, it was no surprise when your stutter returned. In the end, it had helped you win more sponsors, eventually leading to you winning the games, something about everyone loving an underdog being the main reason, you had heard.

After a victor wins their games, they’re expected to participate in the Victory Tour, visiting each district to give a speech commemorating the fallen tributes. You were able to get through each district with relatively few problems, focusing your attention on the cards Finnick, your mentor, had prepared for you to read instead of on the families of the tributes, knowing you wouldn’t be able to handle looking at their solemn faces. At the faces of the family of someone you might have had to kill.

It was when you reached your home district, District 4, when the complications began to truly arise.

You were giving your final commemoration speech when you accidentally looked up, meeting the eyes of the mother of Aquarius, your ally in the games. The sight before you could have broken you. Her sad, watery eyes, her clutching her children close to her, as if she was scared they would be picked for the games next, and in all fairness, who’s to say it wouldn’t happen again? Who’s to say the Capitol wouldn’t force the rest of her children into the games? They’ve forced the children of past victors to play, why would this be any different?

“Aquarius was-wasn’t just my ally,” you said, stumbling over your words as you tried to finish the damn speech, tried to get out of the spotlight, the wide eyes staring at you, and back to anywhere that was as far away from here as possible. “He was my friend too. He-he protected me when he did-didn’t need to. My only regret, is that I could-couldn’t grant him the-the same protection.”

When you finished your speech, you were led off stage by Finnick, Pearl– the other District 4 mentor–, and Coral– the District 4 escort. Once the doors to the City Hall were closed, Pearl quickly turned to face you, though her eyes were on Finnick who was standing to your other side. “Can’t she control the stuttering?” She asked, eyes narrowing in on Finnick as she spoke in a slightly agitated tone. “Aquarius’s family just wanted a nice speech about their son, and–“

“Alright, quit it,” Finnick said quickly interrupting her. “No, she can’t control it, and how do you think Mags would feel hearing you criticize her like that?”

Mags was a well-known, well-loved Victor in District 4. She was a sweet, elderly woman, whose speech wasn’t always the clearest not only due to her heavy accent but also due to a stroke she had years prior, affecting the way she spoke.

Pearl could only glare at Finnick before storming off to the exit of the City Hall with a huff, your escort quickly following her as well, informing both you and Finnick that she would look for the other girl.

“I’m so-sorry if I messed up Aquarius’s speech,” you quietly told him.

Finnick only shook his head no, gently placing a hand on your arm as he told you, “You didn’t mess anything up. Pearl just gets in a bad mood when she has to be away from home for so long, trust me, I’ve been dealing with her for a long time.” He smiled when the tiniest smile began to crack through your features.

“I just wanted his family to know how good he was,” you say, stumbling over some of your words once again, “I don’t want them thinking I ruined his speech or that–”

Finnick gently shushes you, the hand on your arm rubbing up and down as he tries to soothe you. “It was a beautiful speech, honey, I promise you didn’t ruin or mess anything up. I’m sure his family loved it, don’t listen to Pearl, okay?”

Honey? He’d never called you honey before. You couldn’t help the small fluttering you felt in your stomach at the words. Honey, honey, honey, honey, the word repeating in your head on a never-ending loop, swirling through your mind like a song you couldn’t get out of your head no matter what you did.

“Okay,” you quietly agreed.

Finnick smiled, squeezing your arm before dropping his hand to interlace his fingers with yours. “Good,” he softly replied, “cmon, I think your family’s dying to see you right about now.”

Finnick gently pulled you towards the exit Pearl had stormed out of earlier, his grip on your hand never wavering until you dropped his hand first, excited to finally see your family and friends again. And even then, your mind never drifted far from the boy who seemed to make everything feel the tiniest bit lighter.

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cinamintyy · 10 months ago

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Hello! I was wondering if you could do a small request? I was thinking of Capitano with an s/o who’s a dragon? Like just a normal dragon that can turn into a human(like Nuvulett<don’t remember how to spell my hydro dragons name) and there the last of there kind?(By that I mean born a dragon and went into hiding because of over hunting also By dragon form look at the dragons from House of the dragon for some inspo) how do you think he’d react to seeing his s/o’s dragon form for the first time and having a flight? Lest not forget to deep snoring…if not that’s alright I just wanted to put this out there.

Capitano has me in a chokehold I swear

Capitano x Dragon reader:

A/N:Sry this is late, but I love this idea sm. I'm just clearing out my inbox for these next days.

CW: Dragon reader, hybrid reader, minor character death.

It was cruel how all of those you knew were taken from you, simply for sport. Killed and taken apart for wings or horns as trophies. You saw all this happening and decided this would not happen to you, so you hid, amongst the humans. You hid any feature that would identify to those hunters you were a dragon, something the rest of your kind couldn't or refused to do. You wouldn't end up hanging on the wall, so you abandoned who you used to be. You didn't have a home, but you eventually decided to settle in Natlan. The pilgrimage wasn't an interest of yours it never was, either way, you weren't from Natlan so you couldn't join. For the stories you told and how wise you were, I mean, you did live a few hundred years. The smaller children especially enjoyed your "made-up" stories of dragons and flying through the sky at extremely high altitudes and speeds. To be fair, your life was going pretty peaceful.

One day, you were at a bar just to get a quick drink when this larger-than-average man who was fully covered in armour sat next to you and ordered a drink. He piqued your curiosity, so you started small talk, but it's safe to say he was a brick wall. You continued to have determination and persisted in talking to him. Capitano was honestly impressed at your persistence and decided to humor you. You both met at the same bar every day to talk. He loved the wise energy you emanated. To be honest, he became smitten, he loved seeking you for advice. But one thing that ate at you was the fact Capitano didn't know the actual you. The fact you were a dragon, the closer you both, the bigger the urge you had to tell him was. You need stress relief and what better way to relieve yourself than to take flight? Just the way you used to, at the very same heights and altitudes. What you didn't know was Capitano knew something was wrong, to him you acted 'odd' and kinda standoffish. He was about to visit you so he could what was up with you when he saw you headed somewhere else. Which just so you know this was at night so it was quite odd, he decided that instead of asking you where you were heading he would just follow you. Secretive? He knew, but what if someone was harming you and you were keeping it secret from him? If it was harmless he would leave knowing you were fine. You decided to take a quick fly around the outskirts of Natlan at night, if any people saw you they would just be seen as having a screw loose. C'mon, this was Natlan, the only place where someone would most likely just see a dragon flying around was Mondstadt. Unbeknownst to you, Capitano saw the whole thing, from you transforming, to you flying, and to you landing back down. You had only realized he saw you afterward. "I apologize, I feel as though I've intruded on you, you've been acting quite odd as of late, and I thought I should follow you to make sure no one was hurting you. I truly apologize I was too forward in my actions." He said to you bowing slightly to show how apologetic he was. You cursed yourself for being so careless silently before replying. "It's alright you had good intentions, either way, you were going to find out one way or another. I am, as you can see, a dragon." Capitano stared in silence before finding his words "A beautiful one I might add, I quite enjoyed seeing you soar through the air." You blushed at the words, "So you're not angry that I've kept such a secret from you?" You asked. "Goodness no, it's understandable why one would keep such a thing, but I'm glad I now know." You let out a sigh of relief at his words. "Perhaps one day you should take me out flying, I think I'd enjoy it." He said proposing an idea for a next date.

Perhaps you would take him outside flying, you think you would enjoy it as well.

#character x reader #genshin impact #genshin x reader #genshin #genshin x gn reader #capitano #capitano x reader

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aurorawrotethis · 4 months ago

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miss you | t

tangerine x f!reader nsfw: m!masterbation, kinda dead dove (?), cussing words: 1.3K words

Tangerine was going over a few papers in his folder when he felt his phone buzz on the counter. He picked his phone up to see what the notification was.

LEMON:

on my way

you better be ready when i get there

Tangerine read the text from his brother and put his phone back down and started packing his papers up to put into his bag. He walked into the living room from the kitchen and sat down the sofa. He pulled his duffel bag in between his legs to check things off his list, making sure he had everything he needed. He suddenly felt two arms on his shoulders and slowly sliding down and interlocking at his check, a chin on his left shoulder.

"When are you coming back?" You pouted as you looked at his face. The stressed look on his face dissipated. The crease in his forehead, the furrow in his brows, the slight biting on his cheek, all disappearing the second you touched his shoulders.

"I'll be back in three days, love" He answered, turning his head slightly to look at you. Your pout deepened.

"That's too loooong uh" You groaned, dragging out the word 'long'. He chuckled and shook his head. He held your hand that was on his chest.

"Come here" He said and motioned you to stand in front of him. You unwrapped your hand from his chest, your right hand still in his as you walked around the couch to stand in front of him. He leaned back slightly and patted his lap. You sat down on his lap, both legs on one side, your butt on one of his laps. He put the hand that he was holding around his neck, your mindlessly do the same with your other arm. His hands went to your waist.

"I'll be back before you can miss me" He smiled softly at you.

"I miss you already, does that mean you're not goin'ta leave?" You asked, your pout still prominent. He laughed and shook his head at your antiques. His heart aching at the thought of leaving you. Sure, he was away a lot and for long periods of time, but that doesn't make him feel better.

"I might as well pack you in my bag" He half-joked, if he were to stay true to his checklist of needs, you would be the first thing on it. You rolled your eyes and laid your head on his shoulder.

"You were gone for a whole week last week, now that you're finally back, you're leaving again" You mumbled, feeling neglected slightly. Tangerine sighed and ran a hand through your hair.

"Last one baby, then you'll have me for two whole months. Maybe we can go on a vacation? The beach?" He said, understanding how you felt. He didn't mean to be away all that much, but their handler was getting a lot of jobs, and they were the only ones available.

"That'd be nice" You smiled into his shoulder. He placed a hand on your cheek and you raised your head from his shoulder. He cupped your face with both his hands, a soft smile on his lips, one only reserved for you. He tilted your head slightly and pressed his lips onto your forehead.

"You deserve the world my love" He mumbled against the skin of your forehead. He pulled away and gave you another smile, you reciprocate the smile.

"Now give me a goodbye kiss before Lem gets here" He said, you leaned in and put your lips onto his. A slow passionate kiss, a kiss saying i love you.

"Where's my goodbye kiss?" A booming voice said as the front door opened. You pulled away, making Tangerine frown. You turned your head to look at the front door to see Lemon at the door with his duffle bag. He dropped it to the floor and opened his arms, motioning for a hug. You eagerly got off of Tangerine's lap and made your way to Lemon and hugged him, letting him engulf you in his arms. It was a warm and platonic hug, made you feel safe. Tangerine got up from his position and bent down to grab his bag.

"Alright let's get going" He said as he glanced over the apartment one more time, as if checking if he was missing anything. You pulled away from Lemon's hug and he gave your a small peck to your temple. You leaned against the wall near the door as they both got ready to leave. They shared a look and then nodded.

"Hope you guys get there safe, and come back to me in one piece please, we don't want another bullet train level injury" You said as you wrapped your arm around Tangerine, giving him one last hug.

"No promises" Lemon joked and picked his duffle bag up again, and started walking out of the house standing outside the door waiting for Tangerine. As you loosened your arm around Tangerine, an idea popped into your head.

"Wait!" You said quickly, putting your hand on Tangerine's chest to stop him before he left. Both Lemon and Tangerine turned to you.

"I need to give you something, wait a sec" You said and hurried to the bedroom, closing the door behind you slightly. The twins watched you make it to the room and close the door behind you, they then looked at each other.

"I'll go downstairs first and start the car" Lemon said nodding towards the elevators at the end of the hallway. Tangerine nodded and handed him his duffle bag. Lemon left for the elevators as you made your way out of the room. You walked up to Tangerine and stuffed something into the pocket on his pants, secretively.

"For when you're alone" You said suggestively and gave him a teasing smile. He raised an eyebrow and eyed you.

"What are you up to?" He asked, a smile tugging at his lips.

"Find out when you're alonee" You said in a teasing tone and shrugged. He opened his mouth to say something but you cut him off.

"Okay go! Lem's waiting" You said and hit his chest softly, pushing him out the door.

"I love you" You said as you watch him walk down the hallway, ever so confused.

"I love you!" He called back walking rather slowly, when he heard the door shut and heard the lock click, he started walking faster to catch up to Lemon, dying to know what it was that you slipped into his pocket.

Lemon let out a huge sigh as he plopped onto the bed, throwing his diffle bag onto the armchair. The twins had just reached their hotel room and they were exhausted from all the travelling and it was currently 12 in the morning. Tangerine was dying to know what was in his pocket, and also take a shower.

"Lem I'm gunna hop 'nta the shower yea?" Tangerine said as he opened his duffle bag and looked for clothes to change into. When he got a snore for an answer, he knew Lemon wouldn't be taking a shower. He grabbed his clothes and head into the bathroom. He set his clothes on the counter and grabbed one of the folded towels on top of the rack and hung it on the wall hook near the shower. He set his phone on top of his nicely folded clothes.

He unbuttoned his shirt, unbuckled his belt, but before he slipped out of his pants he reached into his pocket to pull out whatever it was that you placed inside.

"For fucks sake" He let out a slight groan as he saw his, therefore your, favourite black lace thong. He shut his eyes and licked his lips for a second, trying to contain himself, but his urges were too strong for his morality. He stripped himself of his clothes instantly and let out a small sigh as he brought the pathetic excuse of a pantie to his nose, taking your scent in.

His dick was upright, the tip leaking and red. He bit his lip at the faint smell of you on the thong. He tongue escaping his mouth and softly kitten licking the thong, to get some form of taste. The slight taste of your pussy made him groan into the fabric.

All he wanted to do was have you on the bed, legs on his shoulder, his head buried between your legs. Until you were squirting on his face. To the point where it could be four days later and he would still be able to taste you on his mustache.

He brought the thong away from his face and wrapped it around his dick. Trying to think about you, the way your eyes would look up at him as you suck him off, the way your hand felt around him, the way your tongue would perfectly wrap around his cock. You knew him like the back of your hand, you knew exactly how to suck him off so that he crumbled into your fingertips.

He let out a small moan as he rubbed himself, quickly biting into the back of his hand to muffle his sounds, wishing that he was biting into your skin instead. He threw his head back slightly, his gaze on the ceiling. All his brain could think about was you.

Your scent, your taste, your moans, your skin, your tongue.

He shut his eyes and swallowed hard as he rubbed himself faster. He imagined you on your knees in front of him, your soft hand rubbing him as you looked up at him with your big beautiful eyes. His hand could never compare to yours. So soft and delicate. He let out a shaky sigh as he felt a familiar pressure in his abdomen. He groaned softly.

The effect you had on him was chimeric, like something conjured from a dream.

The feeling of his rough hands in contrast to your soft one, his hands running through your body, touching every part of you. If he had blue paint in his hands and touched you, you would be covered head to toe, by blue paint.

He thought of the way your tits bounced with every thrust into you. The way you arched your back, the way you eyes rolled back, the way you bit your lip, and the way your legs shook around him as you came on his cock.

Everything about you was so perfect, so proportionate. As if your hand was designed the way it is just for you to hold his hand. Your tits the size they are so they could fit perfectly in his hands. You lips hand-sculpted by Michelangelo himself. Each and every curve on your body, designed just for him, and only him.

With that thought in his mind, the thought of you belonging to him, that you were made for him to love and cherish, for him to pleasure and ruin — he came.

He came hard. Making sure to cum into your pantie so that he didn't have to clean up a mess on the floor afterwards. He let out a big sigh and his knees bucked slightly. He leaned against the wall, the cool wall constrasting the hotness of the skin on his back. He licked his lips and swallowed as he looked down to see the mess he made.

Absolutely ruined your thong. The white cum juxtaposing the black fabric of the thong. Making it seem like the night sky, filled with stars. He got off the wall and reached for his phone, snapping and picture of his semi-hard dick and the ruined thong. He threw the thong into the sink, to wash after his shower, and opened his messages app on his phone.

Looking at the two pinned numbers at the top, he clicked on your picture and clicked to add an image.

TANGERINE:

Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

Miss you.

Y/N:

Video Attatchment ¬ 🖇️

miss you more :(

TANGERINE:

You are in deep shit when I'm back

Y/N:

aww mann 😁

fin. tangerine masterlist

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muddyorbsblr · 1 year ago

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charades

'one look and they'll know' collection masterlist See my full list of works here!

Placement: pre-relationship era; months before 'one look and they'll know'

Summary: After a particularly horrible day on set, Chris extends an invitation for you to join the cast in a game of charades to unwind.

Pairing: Tom Hiddleston x Reader

Word Count: 1.9k

Warning/s: workplace bullying (mentioned); language [let me know if I missed anything!]

Things to be aware of: hints of mutual pining; we're in Hemsworth's POV

"Come on, it'll be fun, Tiny Terror, I promise." Chris gave your shoulders a slight shake to hopefully snap you out of the sour mood you'd been in all day. It was more than obvious why, considering that there were a good few production assistants that looked like they were on their own personal mission to get you to break composure and break a nose, constantly putting your team down for working too slow or some other reason.

One of them even tried insisting that there were props out of place so they could call into question your skill in clocking the continuity between shots. And while it was simple enough to debunk their accusations, it had also been a rather tedious day even just watching all of the little inconveniences happen that seemed hellbent on putting a damper to your day. He couldn't imagine how much more stressful it was in your shoes.

You were only allowed a few minutes to breathe without much worry when those assistants were pulled aside for Taika to have a word with them. Because other than him, there was someone else that not only witnessed the borderline harassment that occurred today, but was damn near foaming at the mouth to start snapping at them for their insolence.

Tom.

And right now Chris could only imagine that the Brit was standing at full height putting forward every single intimidation tactic he had on display at those people and asking them point blank if they had some sort of issue with you.

"I really don't know, Hemsy, it's been a long day. I kinda just want it to be over," you sighed, the facade you'd put in place of trying to look unbothered finally cracking as your shoulders slumped. "No idea who fucking pissed in their cereal this morning but if their goal was to drag someone down with them, they fucking succeeded. Just wanna go back to my hotel room and order a big bowl of pasta and a bottle of wine and turn my phone off until tomorrow morning."

"Alright, how about this. Just a few rounds, and if you hate it, I'll pay for your pasta and wine?"

You paused, thinking over his offer for a few seconds before finally sighing, "Fine. Thirty minutes. But if I tell you I wanna go, you better be ready to order me the fattest bowl of truffle cream pasta you can find."

Just as you walked off back to your team, Taika and Tom came out of one of the back offices where they sequestered the offending crew members. There were visible scowls on their faces as they muttered to themselves while Taika whispered some instructions to security, probably telling them to keep an eye on the troublemakers moving forward.

"Saw you talking to Lil Mayhem," Taika spoke up once he stood where you did just a few moments ago. "She alright?"

Had the situation not been so tense, Chris probably would have poked a bit of fun at the way Tom's face became visibly more animated as he scanned the set trying to find you. If the Brit became even the slightest bit more enamored with you and still refused to do anything about it, he might have to tell you himself just to caution you that if you didn't feel the same way, you'd have to let him down gently. And preferably sooner rather than later.

"She will be," Chris answered. "She's joining us later."

"Ah perfect," the New Zealander exclaimed, clapping his hands together. "We can pair her off with Tom."

"Hmm?" There was an alarmed look in Tom's eyes now, the sound coming out of him uncharacteristically higher pitched than normal.

"Oh come on, mate, did you really think nobody noticed? You look at her like a pup, wagging its tail and jumping in place when its mum comes home." Chris clapped a hand down on his shoulder, trying not to laugh at how mortified he looked finding out his subtle "work crush" on you wasn't exactly that subtle. "Just don't go humping her leg when she walks in."

"Oh my God, yes you're here too," Tessa exclaimed when you walked into Taika's suite, doing a little bounce on her place at the couch and patting the seat beside her. "We can be partners and smoke their asses."

"Hemsworth promised to buy me pasta if I hated it," you told her with a shrug, sitting at the vacant seat. You didn't seem to have noticed that Tom had moved over, making room next to him on the other side of the table. "And I'm not one to turn down free food."

"Tessa you're already partnered with Chris over here," Taika informed her, pointing at the Australian.

"Hold on since when?" He simply showed her a paper containing all your names, your eyes widening slightly when you saw that yours was next to Tom's. "Fine," she huffed, shifting her gaze over to Chris. "We got this."

Taika then presented a little fishbowl containing folded scraps of paper and explained that a single turn would consist of each of you picking out a paper and trying to sign out whatever was on their paper, while the other had to guess what it was. Straightforward enough. "Whoever's signing cannot talk, but they can make sounds if they think it'll help," he kept on explaining. "Winning pair will get…a nice swanky dinner for two when we get to LA for the premiere. Sound good?"

Lay it on a little thicker, Taika, I don't think they're catching on yet, Chris thought sarcastically, immediately clocking the way your cheeks were reddening and Tom was without a doubt imagining what it would be like to be sitting across from you in a fancy restaurant, imagining that you two were on a proper date. What with the way he couldn't keep his eyes off of you, along with that dopey lovestruck smile painting his face every time you even shared the same breathing space, it wasn't that hard to take a guess what the Brit was thinking right at this moment.

Once everyone had a scrap of paper in their hand, Taika spun a little wheel of your names to pick out which pair went first. "Alrighty then, Tom? Y/N? Which one of you'll be guessing first?"

"Oh, uhm…can I guess first? 'Cause I can't sign for shit." Your request as you addressed Tom sounded casual enough, had it not been for the chuckle at the end that immediately had both Chris and Taika knowing much better than to mistake your demeanor for 'casual'. Seemed you were as skittish around Tom as he was around you.

And maybe Chris didn't have to interfere and advise you to let his friend down easy after all. Maybe he just had to sit back and let you two find each other at your own pace.

Though admittedly this was the type of behavior that started out cute but would grow frustrating to watch if it went on for too long. If neither of you made a move in the coming weeks he might be tempted to lock you two in a cramped storage closet to move things along.

Tom stood up from his seat, cheeks quickly becoming tinged with pink when he saw the words on his little scrap of paper before looking up and holding your gaze. On a whim, Chris decided to take his phone out and have his camera at the ready.

The chime on Taika's phone signaled him to start, and he held up five fingers in front of you.

"Five words." He then nodded and held up one finger before creating a letter "T" with his hands. "First word 'The'." He held up four fingers next and did the "T" symbol again. "And fourth word 'The'. So 'The Blank-Blank The Blank'?"

He nodded at you, a light shining in both your eyes as he kept on, like a couple of kids excited they found someone to play with. But then when Tom went on to sign the second word, for a split second you gave him a look that had everyone in the room that paid even the smallest amount of attention that his affections were definitely not one-sided.

You were well on your way to being completely smitten with him, too.

He held up two fingers before making a lassoing motion and snapping his fingers so loud that the sound made your neck twitch, your eyes glazing over as he pointed to the space in front of him. "Uh…uhm…Capture?" He shook his head, repeating the motion again. "Herding?" He shook his head again. "Collaring--Cowboy?" He let out a laugh before shaking his head again. "Okay I don't think I'm gonna get that, maybe another word we're running out of time."

Tom took a deep breath, as if composing himself before holding up five fingers. And then he drew his hands close to his chest and started making the most ridiculous sound with his head tilted to the ceiling. "Ememememe omomomomo".

That had you bursting into a fit of giggles, making him break out into a face-splitting grin and a few chuckles of his own. "I'm sorry I got absolutely nothing on that, go back to the second word." He went back to the lassoing and snapping movement. "Wait is this for a person or an animal?" He made a motion as if weighing an object in each of his hands, signaling to you that it was both. "Both?! Okay so…domestication?" He shook his head, but motioning for you to keep going down that route. "The--Taming?" Then you gasped, standing up right as two seconds were left on the clock, clapping your hands. "The Taming of the Shrew! The Taming of the Shrew!"

Out of the sheer excitement in the moment, he made his way around the table, grasping for your hands before framing your face in his hands. Had you both lost yourselves in the moment for even a few seconds longer, Chris would have bet good money that you two would have shared a kiss right in front of them.

But then both of you froze in place, giving each other an awkward smile before he stepped back, making his way back to where he stood seconds before. Good thing Chris already had his phone in hand and snapped a photo before your mutual shyness toward each other got the better of you.

"Cute," Taika commented, throwing Tom a look. "Alrighty then Y/N, it's your turn now."

You stood, looking at your scrap of paper and then looking around the room, your eyes landing on the decorative skull flower vase on the dining table.

Before you could signal for Taika to start the clock, Tom spoke up, "Hamlet?"

A choked sound of utter shock slipped out of everyone else in the room. "Hold up, that counts right, T?" Taika just nodded.

"How the fuck--Are you two telepathically connected or something?" Tessa threw the question out, pointing her finger at both of you. "You know what it doesn't matter, the night's still young. We still got a chance to smoke 'em, Hemsworth."

Chris wasn't paying much attention, shooting you a text instead. So you wanna cash in on that free food, Tiny Terror?

He had to fight back the knowing grin that pulled at the corners of his mouth seeing the message you typed back. I could stay a few more rounds.

A/N: I did mention before that I have some pre-relationship chapters planned for these two blorbos, right? 👀 Well if I didn't, I'm saying it now. Chapters. Plural. I honestly don't know how many pieces I have in store for this collection but safe to say it's not ending any time soon. 😳💖

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#tom hiddleston x reader #tom hiddleston x female reader #tom hiddleston fanfic #tom hiddleston fanfiction #tom hiddleston imagine #one look & they'll know #muddyorbs writes

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memethebum · 5 months ago

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Got a new oneshot out just in time for Valentine’s Day :D

This one is just your typical post-canon romantic tension kinda fic lol

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It was no secret to Maka that the majority of people around her would actively question her relationship with Soul.

It didn’t come as any surprise to her either, as she was sure that the way she’d hastily crawl into Soul’s lap to take a quick power-nap during lunch or how he’d hunch downwards to rest his forehead against hers in the hallway when she was stressed over whatever life was throwing at her seemed to be pointing towards their relationship being a bit more than simply best friends.

However, the young woman didn’t properly question the implications of their actions until one placid winter night when she had been trying to reach for a plastic container situated on the top shelf of their kitchen drawer and had inadvertently bumped her head against the scratchy wooden cabinet in the midst of her struggle.

The noise seemed to be loud enough for Soul to hear it from their living room, causing him to walk into the kitchen while Maka assured him everything was alright as she was scratching one of her palms against her reddened skin.

It was then that Soul had gingerly pushed a few strands of her misshapen bangs to the side and planted a chaste kiss onto her forehead.

“Just ask me or Blair to help ya’ next time,” the Deathscythe had then chuckled before walking out the kitchen and plopping himself back onto their couch, leaving Maka to wonder if her head was the only part of her face that was red now.

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Maka really wasn’t sure why she’d been so shocked about the actions that’d transpired in the kitchen that day.

After all, it wasn’t the first time Soul had given her an entirely platonic kiss.

It seemed as if he found a reason to kiss her everyday.

He’d plant a kiss onto her knuckles before slipping his gloves onto her lissom fingers when the weather would be unbearably cold, he’d give her a kiss on the cheek while muttering a light thank you for cooking dinner, he’d nuzzle his face into her hair before planting a kiss just above her forehead while they were both pressed together on the couch for an impromptu movie night.

It was then that Maka realized how she seemed to be actively looking forward to his kisses everyday, much to her dismay.

“It’s a good time as ever to break out of the friend zone in my opinion,” Tsubaki exclaimed while deftly braiding a few strands of Maka’s hair and gazing down at Stein’s current lecture detailing how easily human intestines dissolved in acid.

“What if…he doesn’t feel the same way about me though?” Maka sighed before scrunching her nose as their professor reached under his desk and pulled out a jar with a poor cadaver’s entrails bobbing around the center of a clear liquid substance.

She then took a moment to look back at Soul, who whispered something to Black*Star while she watched his scarlet pupils shift from Stein’s lecture towards her gaze.

What if spilling my guts just ruins everything the young woman thought as she tried not to think too hard about how her heartbeat accelerated the moment Soul’s face melted into a smile that seemed to only be reserved for her.

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“You’re not too cold, right?” Soul questioned from his side of the bed before Maka shook her head and pulled the covers closer towards her chest.

“No, I’m fine Soul,” Maka giggled as she gazed towards the small window behind Soul and grimaced at the harsh blizzard winds that batted against the small log cabin they were staying in for their mission that particular week.

“Alright, g’night then~” Soul hummed before letting out a yawn and turning his back towards her.

Maka whispered her own goodnight as she allowed her eyes to close shut.

She’d slept in the same bed as him for a plethora of missions throughout the years, but it almost always seemed to make her feel a bit skittish.

I can’t tell whether his kisses or us being in the same bed makes me more nervous Maka mentally noted before her mind ground to a halt.

She then hastily recounted each of the actions she and Soul had taken in preparation of their mission, leading her to fixate on a singular detail.

Soul hadn’t kissed her at all that day.

What if he realized I didn’t want them to be platonic? Wh-what if he hates me for it? Maka questioned while the more rational side of her mind chided on how Soul always seemed to be a bit dazed after being in his weapon form all day, regardless of how many years had passed since they’d been partnered together and completed making him a Deathscythe.

She couldn’t help but stare at his lean back against the darkness settling around the room, which seemed to close in her pessimistic thoughts even further.

Death, he probably does hate me but doesn’t want it to get in the way of our mission. I’ve gone and destroyed a perfectly good partnership by letting myself get caught up in these feelings and-

“Maka…” a voice suddenly called through the young woman’s thoughts, probing her to slowly blink and realize Soul had turned around to face her.

“Hmmm,” Maka instinctively managed to murmur before feeling her cold palms become enveloped by a soothing warmth that she immediately registered as Soul’s hands.

“Your side of the connection is goin’ a lil’ crazy…” Soul then mumbled out, eliciting the young woman to let out a low chuckle at the thought of how her mind and soul seemed to be reeling due to her partner.

“I…it’s nothing,” Maka whispered before feeling Soul’s fingers gently squeeze against the cold flesh of her knuckles.

“It’s gotta be somethin’. You don’t need to tell me, but you’ve gotta get enough rest before the mission or-“ Soul monologued as Maka felt her heart clench even further.

Why does he have to be so infatuating … the young woman thought before peering down at their linked fingers and steeling her resolve.

“You didn’t kiss me at all today,” Maka mumbled, only to look up a moment afterwards and notice Soul’s dumbfounded expression.

“You usually kiss me a few times a day over…something. We spent the entire day together and you didn’t kiss me once, so I’m guessing you started to notice how I was taking them the wrong way,” Maka monologued as Soul untangled one of his hands from her own, earning him a defeated whimper from her lips before she felt his fingers push a few strands of her unruly bangs away from her face .

“How do y’know you were the one thinkin’ of them the wrong way?” Soul mumbled before Maka pulled back her other hand as she felt her throat begin to tighten at his words.

“I can tell when you’re uncomfortable. You don’t need to tease me about-“

“Tha-that’s not what I meant!” Soul immediately added before Maka felt one of his hands slap against her own, probing her heartbeat to wash over her ears while she attempted to catch up with his words.

“Does that mean…this whole time-“

“I-I feel uncomfortable now because I never gave the kisses any thought. In my head, it just felt natural, so I kept doin’ it and fuck I’m such an idiot for dancin’ around my feelings instead of asking you if it was ok-“

“Soul…” Maka tittered once noticing how Soul’s eyes widened as she pressed her forehead against his.

“Close your eyes…” the young woman then whispered before feeling Soul’s eyebrows silently raise at her request, only for them to ease back down as the Deathscythe shut his eyes with an easy smile.

Maka took his reaction as a sign to slowly inch her lips closer towards his own until she felt Soul’s hand latch onto the back of her neck once her lips glided against the taste of warm cinnamon and her fingers danced along the scruff of his chiseled jaw.

“Does that put your mind at ease?” Maka then giggled once they finally eased away from one another before feeling her partner wrap his hands around the small of her back and plant a small peck to her forehead in confirmation.

#soul eater #soul x maka #maka x soul #tsubaki nakatsukasa #soul eater fic #ao3 fic #meme attempts to write

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endereies · 1 year ago

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ADDICTED TO YOU

Pairing: Chris x Reader

Contains: Sub!Chris (kinda), Drug-usage (be smart people), Blowjob, Hair pulling, don't like - don't read. Let me know if i missed anything<3

Requested?: no

Author's notes: This is my first time writing smut so I hope it's good loll

Word Count: 2975

I had been to many parties in my life, fuck, I hosted half of them. But I never did anything crazy. I only provided, sometimes that drove me crazy. People around me were constantly inhaling smoke and I could only sit back and watch as the small embers burn and lit up in the cherry, making their faces glow against the night.

I had never had the urge to smoke and watching everyone get high was always an experience, typically leading to me taking care of everyone and making sure no one ever went overboard.

I was stressed.

I had been forced by some random kids at my college to host another party, only as a gateway to sell drugs to other students who shared the same cravings. It was a constant I was forced to adapt to, whether I liked it or not.

I had the same few people come up to me and most of the time the conversations reached around the same bends.

Most.

Chris has always managed to drag me in to some sort of long conversation, it made me feel like I wasn’t just used as a gateway to safely get high. Even if he had tried to convince me one or twice…

“Cmon y/n, you have never even wondered what it is like?” I had tried to walk to my lessons a long time ago but Chris had caged me in his presence enough that I had given up ten minutes ago.

“Of course I have wondered, but I don’t care enough to go along with anything.” I roll my eyes at him and try to turn away but he grabs my wrists and twists my body back towards him again.

“We both know that isn’t true” I provide him with a lack of a response and I raise an eyebrow at him.

“I’ve seen you at those parties, your eyes trace the blunts every single time. It’s the one thing you pay attention to other than those people who beg for ‘secret spots’ in your house.

“The fuck do you know, you are always out your mind whenever I see you. Nate had to drag you out last time.” I cross my arms over my chest, hoping he will try and drop the subject soon.

“I had a new kind, ma. That ain’t fair…” He feigns a pout, not holding it for long without any giggles.

“Whatever, look. Just be at my place at seven. I’m hosting.”

“Wouldn’t miss it.” He leaves with that same stupid grin on his face.

The party had started an hour ago and I had landed myself in the gardens outside faster than I would’ve liked. My tie hung loosely around my neck and the top button of my shirt was undone. Already, someone had thrown up in front of me. Definitely the effects of previous substances but it was enough to dampen my mood and force me for some fresh air.

“Hey ma, nice outfit. Shame you chose outside as your runway.” I hear Chris’s voice from in front of me but I don’t bother enough to respond in the same manner as him.

“What.”

“You alright y/n?” He kneels down, his knees meeting to damp grass just so that he can see my face, full of mixed emotions.

“Some bitch nearly threw up on me, thankfully she didn’t but I can’t say the same to the houseplants.” I sigh and look away from him.

“Already?” My head nods in response.

“Well…Why are you out here then?” His voice seems gentler and calmer, noticing his normal attitude won’t get him anywhere.

“The smell was strong; the people are pissing me off and I have a headache from the shit music they are playing on repeat. But that’s nothing new…”

“Mind if I smoke?” He practically ignores the last sentences I give him and pulls out a poorly wrapped blunt that seems like it’s been stuffed into his pocket for a little bit too long.

“Whatever.”

He takes one of the garden chairs and drags it over the grass to sit close to me. As close as the seats would allow before the metal legs scrapped each other.

A small spark emits from an old red lighter before it glows with an orange flame. The light breeze shakes it and weakens the strength, making it have to stay alight longer before it managed to light the blunt. Chris holds the blunt between his lips, holding it there while putting the lighter in his pocket, inhaling weakly. It takes a few seconds before a cloud of smoke exits between Chris’s lips.

I didn’t mean to stare but the way the fire lights up his face in the dark was somewhat mesmerising. I could just be the awful night I was having but everything just seemed so much more appealing.

I suddenly grab the blunt from Chris’s hand and place it in between my own fingers and bring it to my lips and breath in. Big mistake.

I don’t even get a change to hold in the smoke before it exits my lungs harshly, scrapping my throat as it arises.

“Woah woah, y/n. Jesus are you okay?” His touch immediately burns into my back as he soothes it with his palm. “Take it easy…”

I can’t respond to him without producing weak coughs.

“If you really want to do it, I can show you?”

I’ve definitely had a shit day if I am really debating getting high. I don’t want to openly admit it so I nod my head slowly.

“Okay…I’ll show you how first, yeah?” I study his motions as he hollows out his cheeks slightly and allows more space to inhale, the ember’s light glows a little brighter when he breathes in. The blunt rests between his index and middle fingers and he draws it away from his mouth. Chris tilted his head away from mine and blows out the smoke into the cold air and I watch as it slowly disappears.

“Here.” His hand moves next to mine and I shakily grab the blunt.

Was I really doing this?

I bring it to my lips and exhale softly before placing it into my mouth.

“Try and relax and rest it just between your lips…” His voice trails off, putting his focus into adjusting my grip on the blunt.

“Like this?” My voice is meek as I try not to blow out the blunt.

“Better, ma. Now, inhale it slowly, once you feel a sting I want you to stop and hold it in.”

I try and take a long and deep breathe but the stinging comes sooner than later. I manage to hold it in my lungs for a few seconds before I’m forced to exhale quickly out of my nose with a slight cough. I shut my eyes as they start to water. Chris immediately takes the blunt from my fingers and I cough a little harsher now.

“There you go, not bad for your first time.” He smiles at me, taking the blunt between his own lips again while he waits for me to calm myself.

“That wasn’t as bad as the first time.” I shake my head as I cough one last time.

“This is a stronger one y/n, I’d rather you not take any huge amount of this, alright?” His tone isn’t as gentle and when he faces me his expression isn’t anything but serious.

“Yeah...sure.”

Chris and I had swapped between this blunt a few times and it had really started to hit me now, everything was dream-like. My vision lacked behind my brain and caused me to feel dizzy when I laughed too much or moved my head a little quickly. We kept on giggling to ourselves and playfully making jokes to one another.

“Fuck, I think I am feeling this now.” I smile pathetically at him, no longer being able to fully control my expressions.

“Yeah? Good. That’s when the good shit starts to happen, ma.” His eyes linger on mine as I take the blunt between my lips and take a deep inhale of the smoke. I watch his gaze fall to my lips even after the blunt is back in his hand again. When he looks back up a smirk is plastered on his face and I immediately try to compose myself.

Chris takes one final puff of smoke and put out the blunt, smashing it between the grass and the sole of his shoe. He looks over to me but I’m already staring at him.

“Everything okay?”

“You’re pretty.”

I don’t even think about the words I’m saying anymore to him, I’m too gone to care.

“Is that so?” He smiles sheepishly at my, gazing back down to my lips.

“Very much so. I’ve always noticed that.” A silence falls between us as we edge close to each other, his face only being a few inches away from mine.

I let out a shaky breath once I finally acknowledge the distance shortening between us.

“Do I make you nervous, y/n?”

The warmth of our breath mingled between us before our lips finally meet each other’s.

The gentle pressure was enough to make me lose my mind and send a shiver down my spine. Chris’s fingers wrapped around the edge of my jaw, pulling me slightly closer to him. His teeth graze my lower lips slightly and I open my mouth for him to gain better access. I feel him smile against me and the way his hand traced my arm had me intoxicated.

I slowly pull away from him, wanting to catch my breath and his gaze remains locked on my lips, slightly coated in his saliva. The fixation makes me instantly clench my thighs tightly together.

His palm rolls off my arm and places itself on to my hip, using his thumb to press small circles into my skin. He remains looking at me softly before placing his lips on mine again. I accept his touch almost instantly and I feel his hand that was on jaw snake around to the back of my neck, wanting to pull me closer.

He relaxed his body with the aid of the weed and sighed into the kiss. I laid my hands on to his thighs and slowly dragged them upwards. A deep sigh emits from him as my hands etch closer. He breaks the kiss and looks down to my palm, watching it with a dazed expression.

“Is this okay…?” I look down in the same direction as him and inch my hand so that I stop just below his dick.

He hums in response and nods his head eagerly, a tent clearly forming under his jeans.

Before I move my palm, he pulls my head towards me with his hand still on my neck and kisses me softly again. I use this to my advantage and I shift my hand so that I’m gently palming Chris through his clothing, but I don’t apply enough pressure for any major satisfaction. Even so, I earn a light whimper from Chris and it becomes harder to resist to apply more force.

“Please...don’t be a tease, ma.” His voice is gentle against my lips and I feel his warm breath on my skin, making me smile in to the kiss.

I was definitely being hit harshly with the effects of the weed, while I appreciated Chris’s appearance, I would never openly admit that. Let alone palm his dick, just after we kiss for the first time. I had always known that he was an attractive person and I often caught myself staring. And I bet he knew that too since he often caught me in a daydream while sheepishly smiling at him.

I find myself following his words and I break away from the kiss so that I can move from the chair to the wet grass beneath me.

His eyes look in to mine, practically begging me to touch him.

I keep my eyes on him while I brush my hands over his jeans and up towards his belt, slowly undoing it. I pull his jeans down past his waist and to his thighs.

I palm him again slowly and I see his head tilt backwards, making sure that I apply more pressure this time. I play with the waistband of his boxers and slowly pull them down to meet his jeans.

I stare at his dick and reality set in for a moment. Being high was mixing with my brain but at this point I was too far gone to care about that. It was something I would leave for future me to figure out.

I wasn’t going to overthink this and I just leant forward to kiss the tip of Chris’s dick and softly lick over it.

“Fuck…” His words fall softly from his lips in a whisper.

I continue to softly kiss the tip before licking a stripe down from his base to his tip and taking him in my mouth. A faint groan emits from Chris and his back arches slightly from the stimulation. He let his legs fall more to the sides which allowed me to etch closer. My mouth withdrawals from his cock and I smile at the hitched breath he takes from the loss of contact.

I swirl my tongue around my mouth whilst I gather saliva which drips off my tongue and falls on to the tip of his dick. It slowly flows down the side and I push the remaining amount down with my palm. My eyes fixate on Chris’s face and I drag my hand up and down his dick, torturingly slow. Looking back down towards me, Chris moans softly at the sound of my saliva over his skin, the weed making this experience more heightened for the both of us.

“Does this feel good Chris?” I mumble quietly against the skin of his thigh that I nip and kiss at.

“Fuck yeah, don’t stop…” He moans through his words breathlessly, the tone of my voice making his hips jerk into my palms.

I look back down to his dick and lean in so that my face is directly in front of his dick, making sure he keeps his eyes on me like a dog playing fetch. Groans echo through my ears once I take him in my mouth, letting my tongue glide across his skin. I take a few inches into my mouth and slowly bob my head up and down, making sure that I work with the rest in my hand.

One of his hands grips on to the sides of the chair, his knuckles turning white as he tries to remain still while the other hand finds its way to the back of my head. His fingers brush over my hair, almost reassuring me before he grabs a fistful into a make-shift ponytail.

After working around his tip for a few moments, something in me snaps and I deepthroat him, catching us both off guard. His hips rut towards my mouth as his dick hits the back of my throat and I gag slightly at the sensation.

A whine leaves Chris’s throat when I remove my mouth from him.

“You okay baby?” The name falls so casually from his lips and it grabs my attention quickly. “You don’t have t- fuck”

I draw out a long moan as I take his deep into my throat once again, getting past the constant need to gag. When I do gag, I try and not pull off completely and work around the tip again.

Chris decides that isn’t enough and uses the strands of hair he gathered to push my head back down onto his cock. Saliva drips from the corners of my mouth and I collect in my palm repeatedly, spreading it to the places my mouth can’t reach.

My eyes look back up to him, his face twisted in pleasure.

“If you keep looking at me l-like that I’m gonna c-cum, ma.” I hum in approval, sending vibrations down his dick. His grip on my hair tightens and pulls slightly whenever his hips jerk upwards.

I feel his dick twitch slightly in my mouth, signalling that he was close, so I slow down to tease him a little while longer.

“y/n…I’m close.” He moans breathlessly and pants through his words.

When he says this, I take him deep in my mouth, doing my best to supress my gags. He twitches again and his hips jerk up to hit the back of my throat. His grip on my hair tightens and he holds me in place.

“fuck..” He groans as he cums down my throat. I ignore the tears that prick at my eyes and swallow it all. My mouth leaves his dick but my hand remains pumping it to ride out his high. Small whimpers leave his lips once it starts to become too much and I look up at him, his face slightly fucked out.

“Was that okay?” I murmur quietly trying to break the silence.

“Ma, that was perfect, you looked so pretty with my cock in your mouth.” His words land heavily through his breaths but I smile up at him as he adjusts himself.

Chris is a little uneasy on his feet once his orgasm diminishes, the effects of weed only slightly weaker now. He pulls his boxers and jeans back up and looks me in the eyes as I follow suit and stand next to him. Fingers wrap around under my chin and pull me towards Chris for another kiss, allowing him to taste himself.

“I should get high with you more often, Chris” I speak against his lips making him pull back.

“Yeah? You’d be a fool to think this wasn’t happening again.”

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Happy Little Omega Farms (5) 18+

a/n: sorry for such a delay in writing this chapter! the fatigue lately has been absolutely insane! but hopefully, the first proper nsfw will make up for it? even though it's kinda short

summary: our omega has concerns about her claiming mark

warnings: swearing, nsfw!!

chapter pairing(s): stony, stonyxreader, reader x pepper, reader x ???

word count: 2.5k~

The first few days seemed to pass by slowly. You spent a lot of time being bothered by Tony to do some online shopping for your room, something about personalizing it. You didn’t realize he was so big on home decor. Aside from Tony, Steve, Nat and Wanda, everyone else seemed to almost tiptoe around you. Apparently they were all trying to be patient, not wanting to get too close before you got your bonding mark. Usually the leader of a pack would give their pack members a mark, the same way alpha’s claimed their omega’s. Every member had not one, but two marks, one from Steve and one from Tony.

You weren’t the most impatient person in the world but it seemed like it was taking a while for them to give you said mark. You just kept pushing the thought aside, but today was the fifth day and neither of them had even mentioned marking you yet. Were they having second thoughts? You’d been thinking too hard while walking and you ended up bumping into Pepper. You apologized immediately but the female alpha shushed you softly.

“It’s alright, kitten.” Her hand came out and gently soothed over your hair. “What’s got you so deep in thought?” she asked, tipping her head to the side, her eyes narrowing slightly as though trying to peer through you. You shifted beneath her gaze slightly, feeling a bit nervous about mentioning it, but this was supposed to be your pack. You could trust her, right? You breathed in deeply before speaking.

“I just.. It’s been almost a week and I still haven’t gotten my pack mark..” you fidgeted slightly, feeling heat rising to your cheeks at the confession. Surely you were just being silly. The woman’s expression softened for a moment and her hand brushed over your hair again.

“Don’t worry about that.. It’s nothing to do with you.” Your eyebrows rose. She knew why you hadn’t been properly claimed yet? Her hand dropped from the top of your head down to capture one of your hands before she began to lead you towards her room. She pulled you in and brought you over to the bed, sitting down and tugging you to sit beside her.

She was still holding your hand, but her free hand came up to brush some of her hair back from where it had fallen around her face. She let out a soft sigh before looking to meet your gaze again. “I know a lot about Tony. Aside from Steve, I would say that I may even know him best.” she started. “He is a very possessive and jealous man. He is also extremely insecure..”

“When the discussion about getting an omega first came up, Tony was very stressed out about the idea of an omega being marked for the pack. He was worried that somehow, claiming an omega, would lessen how intense his connection with Steve was. That Steve would end up feeling closer to the omega than to him.” She frowned, squeezing your hand tightly. “Even though no other pack has been noted to have this problem, he’s still afraid of it.”

Your gaze fell to the floor and you thought about the way Tony seemed tense whenever the three of you were in a room together. As if he was afraid that the three of you being in one room would light the urge to claim you. “I wouldn’t try to take Steve from him..” you told her. She smiled softly at that comment.

“I know you wouldn’t. But that’s just how insecure Tony is. He doesn’t understand how deep Steve really loves him. No claim would change that.” She sighed and this time you squeezed her hand. “I know it’s hard, but Steve’ll talk sense into him soon enough.” she offered a small smile and you nodded. Steve would talk sense into him for sure. As if his ears were burning, Tony entered the room, folding his arms across his chest.

“Pepper. Are you fraternizing with our omega?” He asked, keeping his expression firm as he looked at the two of you sitting beside each other on the bed. It was probably the least compromising position you’d been in with any of the alpha’s since you arrived. He didn’t however seem to care how close you got with Nat or Wanda, probably because they couldn’t claim you. Not officially anyways..

“Just telling her some secrets.” She gave him an all knowing smile and he seemed to fidget slightly at the thought. He trusted Pepper with everything. So there was really no telling what she could have told you. He looked at you expectantly and you shrugged your shoulders simply. If he wanted to keep you waiting, you’d keep your secrets. He shook his head in fake annoyance and he sighed.

“I’m telling Steve. You’re forming an alliance against me.” He made the ‘I’m watching you’ motion with his fingers before he motioned to the camera in the room. “Keep it PG.” he lingered in the doorway for a moment before he disappeared from the room. Pepper rolled her eyes and she turned towards you again.

“He’s not always this dramatic, I promise.”

In the middle of the night, you woke up with dread in the pit of your stomach. Not just dread, but discomfort, warmth. You were going into heat soon. You rubbed your face warily, you definitely didn’t want to go through this alone. You needed your mark. Going into heat without an alpha was probably the worst feeling for an omega. You reached over and grabbed the cell phone you’d been given, hovering over the messages with Tony before selecting Steve’s name instead. He was the more reasonable one, surely you could convince him that today was the day. You paused, glancing at the time. It was just after two in the morning.

You pushed yourself out of your bed, grabbing the soft navy blue robe that Steve had bought for you, tying it tight around your waist, hoping to mask any scent of the oncoming heat before you creeped out into the hallway. Your feet were silent against the ground and you made your way towards Steve’s bedroom. As you walked down the hallway a very strong scent tickled your nose and made you pause. Rut. You move slowly and carefully past the door, glancing at Bucky’s name on the nameplate, shaking the dizzying thoughts from your mind. Now was not the time.

You reached Steve’s room and quietly pushed the door open. The man was asleep in the bed, his bare chest rising and falling slowly with each breath. Your breath caught softly at the sight. He looked younger in his sleep, softer. It was almost hard to believe this man was the alpha of a pack. You almost jumped out of your skin as Tony suddenly appeared beside the bed, having just stepped out of the bathroom. His eyes were dark and he looked over to meet your gaze. He held a hand out to you and you only hesitated for a second before walking forwards, not stopping until you were close enough to rest your hand in his.

Tony held your hand gently in his own, bringing your knuckles up to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss there. His eyes seemed sad and you remembered Pepper’s words. Was he really worried that you’d steal Steve away from him? You shifted forwards, sliding yourself in front of him and you wrapped your arms around his bare torso, resting your cheek against his chest, your face illuminated softly from the glow of the arc reactor that was his heart. One arm wrapped around your waist while his other hand came up and brushed over your hair slowly. His face pressed against the top of your head and he inhaled slowly.

He sighed softly, his eyes flicking over to where Steve still lay sleeping. His eyes ran along his lover's face slowly before letting his eyes close. His grip on your waist tightened and he buried his face in your shoulder this time. “We’ll give you the claiming mark.. I promise you..” his voice was quiet and it trembled ever so slightly. You turned your face slightly, pressing your lips to his jaw, feeling it tense for a second before he relaxed again, turning to capture your lips in a soft kiss before pulling back. “Is your heat already bothering you? Or do you think it can wait until morning?” he asked softly. Your gaze met with his and you could see the smallest hint of fear there.

“It can wait until tomorrow..” you told him, keeping your voice soft as not to wake the other alpha. He seemed to visibly relax and he nodded before he motioned for you to climb into the bed. You did so carefully, fitting into the spot beside Steve who stirred ever so slightly. He stirred just enough to creak his eyes open and see you and Tony climbing into the bed. His arm came out, wrapping over you and reaching presumably to Tony. Steve shifted closer, pinning you between both men, so you could feel the warmth of both of them radiating off you. He pressed a kiss to your forehead and he hummed low in his throat, within seconds he was right back to sleep.

“He’s a real life sleeping beauty.” Tony muttered quietly to you. The comment made you smile, it was incredible how easily he had drifted back to sleep. Tony’s hand rested gently against your waist, holding onto you. He pressed a soft kiss to the back of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine. “Get some sleep, kitten. You’ll need rest for tomorrow.” he murmured, squeezing your waist before wrapping his arm around you properly, settling in to sleep himself.

When you woke the following morning the bed was empty. You frowned, arms spreading out to touch the bed on either side of you, feeling the cold sheets. A soft huff left your lips and you curled into the pillow beneath your head, smelling both Steve and Tony’s scents embedded in it. A familiar heat rumbled in your stomach and you sighed softly.

Your hand had slipped along your body, down between your thighs slowly, shivering at the way your blood seemed to heat up at the touch. You were so focused on the feeling of pleasure that was pulsing through you that you didn’t hear the door open, didn’t notice the scent until his body was laying over yours, hand covering yours between your thighs. Your breath caught softly, face still pressed against the pillow.

“What are you doing in here, kitten?” the voice asked. Your eyes fluttered as you felt the very noticeable erection forming, pressing against the back of your thighs. The man's fingers pressed yours along, closer and closer to your core. A soft whimper spilled past your lips and you found yourself pushing your hips back in search of his. “I was looking for Steve, but now..” a low noise rumbled low in his throat and his mouth found the side of your neck, his nose brushing against your scent gland. “Now I don’t know how I could possibly leave you like this..” his voice was gravelly.

Your eyes fluttered softly and your brain felt like it was turning to mush. Damn omega hormones. The deep pine smell was getting stronger and you could feel his other hand gripping your hip tightly. Finally he pushed his fingers up past yours, his middle finger rubbing the sensitive nub at your core making you gasp. “Those other Alphas left you all alone like this?” he asked, his lips brushing against your neck like a silent promise. He tutted, his finger moving in a slow circle. “I’ll take good care of you.” His fingers moved down, finding the absolute drenched state of your cunts entrance and he easily slipped two thick fingers inside.

You gasped softly and your hips jumped slightly, though they didn’t move very much with the man's body laid out over the top of you. His fingers stroked in and out of you, fingers spreading apart every so often. It was very clear that his intention was less for pleasure and more for prepping you for his knot. His mouth trailed along your throat, kissing, sucking and nibbling at the skin and you found yourself tipping your head to the side as much as you could, being unable to catch even a glimpse of the Alpha pinning you to the bed.

Your brain felt like soup, you knew this Alpha’s scent but you couldn’t seem to remember which one of them it was. Your eyes fluttered as a third finger was added and a breathy whine escaped you, causing him to bite at your pulse a little harder. His other hand slipped down from your hip to your thigh before he pulled your leg up, hiking it up to expose you even further. His fingers began to work you open further, moving them in and out a bit faster as though he was becoming more and more impatient.

He removed his fingers suddenly and you couldn’t help but whine, shifting against the bed slightly in an attempt to find friction. You could hear him shuffling as he got himself free of his bottoms just enough and you gasped when the head of his cock found your wet, fluttering entrance. His mouth returned to your neck, licking a slow stripe along your scent gland. He pushed in slowly, showing more restraint than you’d thought possible, certainly more restraint than you had as you were trying to push back into him further.

Once he was fully seated you could already feel the swell of his knot. You whimpered high in the back of your throat and after a moment you could feel his teeth press against your neck, holding you in place. His hands positioned on your hip and thigh, keeping you still and in place for him as he started at a fast and brutal pace. Your eyes rolled back at the sensation. He was thick, and god so much better than any of the toys the farm had given you to use for your heats.

Your hips met hard with a slap each thrust, eyes fluttering. Soft gaspy mewls began to spill past your lips as he shifted slightly, angling deeper and hitting that good spot inside of you that made you feel gooey. His thrusts got faster and the base of his shaft began to swell as he approached his finish. Your own orgasm was coming fast and within a few more thrusts you gasped, hips stuttering and thighs quivering as you spilled over his cock. He growled low in his throat, teeth breaking the skin on your neck as he thrust once more, pushing his knot inside, locking the two of you together as he painted your insides.

His body went mostly pliant against yours, both of you panting heavily, both sated. Your eyes shut and you could feel the sting of where his teeth had broken skin. Something suddenly clicked in your mind and your eyes opened again. You’d just been claimed. The alpha must have also realized it as his forehead pressed against your shoulder and he muttered a quiet ‘Fuck’. You heard the door open and could feel the alpha on top of you tense.

“Bucky?” Steve asked.

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