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A Sense Of Normalcy Pt. 2 (Clark Kent x Wayne Male!Reader)

Part 2! Make sure you read Part 1 first cause otherwise you will have no clue what's going on.

Word count: Like 6-7k (ish) it's about the same length as part 1

Summery: Clark Kent was many things, a superhero, a reporter and also your very loving boyfriend. Not that your relationship hasn't caused strife with your brother (and Clark's friend) Bruce.

Warning: Like a tiny mention of homophobia, mention of weed and a lot of family drama and fluff.

It was around the six month mark of your relationship with Clark that you asked him to accompany you to a gala. You’ve kept your relationship mostly private until then and seeing as the media was more interested in Bruce’s dating life than yours it was fairly simple. But you thought six months was the time. Besides, you'd decided to do it in the most understated way possible. The two of you would go to the gala together and if asked (and you knew they’d ask), you would introduce Clark as your boyfriend.

So now with nervousness bubbling in Clark’s stomach he let you tie his bow tie.

“Are you sure about this? Because I’m fine with being introduced as your friend. I’ll hold back on the PDA” Clark said and you raised a brow.

“It’s time Clark. Besides, if we keep it understated we won’t have to answer too many questions with the press” You tried to tell him but he looked down at you and said, “Honey, I work at a newspaper. They are the press and they are going to ask questions” He said and you sighed. You wrapped your arms around Clark’s muscular stature.

“If you don’t want to do it that much, we don’t have to” You finally relented and Clark wrapped his hands around your waist.

“Y/N, I don’t- I’m just nervous. I’m not used to all this, dressing up and talking with a lot of people about nothing” He confessed and you looked into his ocean blue eyes. You adored this man so much sometimes. “I’ll be with you every second of this gala and if we need an escape there’s a button on my watch that triggers my phone to ring” You said, placing a light kiss to Clark’s lips. It was a short chaste kiss but it meant everything to him. You were on his side. You were willing to do anything to help him feel at ease.

“Besides, if you really don’t want to talk you can always be my arm candy” You teased and Clark scoffed.

“I am an exemplary journalist and superhero, I would never be caught dead being some business man’s silent dumb hunk, no matter how handsome said business man is” Clark retorted and leaned down to give you a passionate and loving kiss, only parting when he heard a loud “Yuck!” come from the doorway. You both turned your heads, still holding each other close. Dick stood in the doorway in an adorable little suit and blue converse that matched his blue bow tie. He was an adorable little kid except for the face of pure disgust he made when he saw the two of you kissing.

“Get a room!” The young ten year old said and you laughed dryly.

“We did. You came into it” You told your nephew who was quick to change the subject.

“Bruce said he’ll meet us there so I’m going with you two!” He said excitedly and you smiled as he dragged Clark off in the direction of the front door.

When you and Clark left the car with Dick in toe you confidently walked inside the venue. Your hand held onto Clark’s as you confidently walked passed paparazzi and gossip and celebrity reporters.

Once you made it inside the museum in which the event took place your hand moved from Clark’s hand to his waist.

“See, that wasn’t so bad” You said lightly and Clark rolled his eyes.

“Somehow I doubt that was the hard part” He retorted and you chuckled.

“You’ve got this” You told him in a private whisper and passed him a glass of champagne.

“Are you trying to get me drunk?” He teased and you lightly hit him on the shoulder, laughing. You were so focused on Clark that you didn’t notice a man had come up to you.

“Mr. Wayne, I’m so happy you could make it” He said and you shook the hand he extended to you.

“It’s always a pleasure to see you Mr. Linken '' You replied, your other arm still around Clark’s waist.

“Clark, this is Anthony Linken. He leads Wayne Tech’s bioengineering branch” You said and then turned to Anthony. “Mr. Linken, this is my partner Clark Kent” You said and Clark extended his hand for Anthony to shake.

“It’s nice to meet you Mr. Linken” Clark said though he felt the man’s discomfort with the handshake.

“Indeed.” Linken said, trying to cover up the coldness in his voice with a smile.

“Would this mean your brother won’t be joining us tonight?” Linken asked and you smiled. Clark could tell this was your fake corporate smile. You didn’t like Linken and neither did he.

“Bruce is a bit busy and will be late unfortunately. That’s why Richard came with us” You told Linken and began to walk away with Clark in toe.

“Speaking of, we’re going to go make sure he’s not getting into trouble” You told Anthony over your shoulder.

You led Clark to the other side of the museum. “Was that homophobic or…” Clark asked trailing off.

“Maybe, it definitely wouldn’t surprise me. Don’t mind him though. He’s one bad apple in a mostly decent tree” You told Clark. “I’m not sure that’s the saying honey” He replied, you both laughed and you jumped slightly when out of nowhere Bruce appeared next to you.

“Holy shit Bruce, you scared the daylights out of me” You said and for the first time that night your arm left Clark’s waist. You hugged your brother and noticed Dick standing impatiently beside his adopted father.

“Y/N can we go get juice?” The little boy asked and you looked to Clark. There was a silent question in your eyes, “Can I go?”. You weren’t really asking permission but making sure he was okay being left alone. When he nodded and smiled you took Dick’s hand to go find him some juice even if you knew something was up.

When you were out of earshot Bruce turned to Clark.

“If you’re gonna give me the shovel talk then I already know.” Clark said trying to stay lighthearted but it was difficult when Bruce stood beside him brooding.

“I don’t like it. I don’t like the idea of you and my brother, but Y’N’s made it perfectly clear that he doesn’t care” Bruce said and Clark nodded. His own mood shifted to a much more serious one.

“You’re smart Clark. You know that if you hurt him I will end you, I don’t need to tell you.” Bruce continued and Clark nodded.

“But I will anyway. I’ve caused him a lot of pain but I won’t let anyone else do the same. That means that you have to be careful because if he loses you, that will break him.” Bruce said and Clark looked at him, slightly stunned. This was one of the most emotional conversations he’s ever had with Bruce.

“Bruce-” He tried to say but your brother cut him off.

“Promise me that you’ll keep yourself safe.” Bruce insisted and Clark nodded.

“I promise” He said.

“Good.” Was all Bruce replied.

“Bruce. Thank you.” Clark said and Bruce stared at him. Clark couldn’t tell but Bruce was confused. The last thing he expected was for the reporter to thank him.

“You mean the world to Y/N and he’s told me about some of the fights you two have had about this. I worried that I was doing more harm than good by being with Y/N and I’m really thankful that you’re coming around” Clark elaborated and Bruce scoffed.

“Don’t push it Kent” The younger Wayne brother said but there was a lighthearted teasing mood to his comment and Clark laughed, raising his hands in a surrender motion.

“Whatever you say”

Eight months into your relationship with Clark you decided to surprise him. On a random Tuesday you walked into the daily planet in Metropolis with a beautiful bouquet of flowers in hand.

The secretary at the front desk told you where Clark’s desk was, you took the elevator and once you got to his floor you immediately saw him. He was tall and you saw him by his desk, talking to a woman and a kid, neither of which you recognized. As you walked out of the elevator and towards him, Clark noticed the flowers and more importantly you. He smiled and excused himself from who you assumed were his coworkers.

“What are you doing here?” He asked you once you were within ear shot.

“Surprise!” You exclaimed, giving him the flowers and a kiss.

“When did you get here?” He asked and you looked at your watch.

“I landed about two hours ago, got the flowers and came here” You said knowing full well Clark was questioning what you were doing in Metropolis.

“So Clark, are you going to introduce us to your mystery man or should I tell Ma Kent you lost your manners?” The woman Clark talked to earlier asked and you reached out your hand.

“I’m Y/N Wayne, it’s a pleasure to meet you Ms. Lane” You said and the woman -whom you recognized as the journalist Louis Lane- shook your hand.

“Does my reputation precede me or has Smallville talked about me?” She asked, shaking your hand and you muffled a laugh.

“I’d say a bit of both” You said and turned your eyes to the red haired teenager beside her.

“Y/N, these are Louis Lane and Jimmy Olsen” He finally introduced and you smiled.

“And this is my boyfriend Y/N Wayne.” Clark said, introducing you. Jimmy’s face brightened a bit. “Wayne as in Bruce Wayne? The billionaire?” He asked and you chuckled.

“That would be my younger brother, yes” You told Jimmy and he said something about cool and photographing the new Wayne tower but you weren’t paying too much attention as Clark led you past his coworkers and to his desk.

“You flew here just to surprise me?” He asked, putting the flowers down on his desk.

“Well, mostly. I have a few meetings here in the next few days for the opening of the new Wayne Tower so I came early, maybe we could spend some time together until then? It’s been a while since we’ve gone out in Metropolis” You mused. Clark smiled. “Of course, where are you staying? I’ll come by after work and we can go to that new sushi place I told you about” He suggested and you smiled sheepishly, leaning on his desk. “I was actually thinking maybe I could stay with you? I have a hotel room but-” Clark didn’t even wait for you to finish your sentence.

“Of course you can!” He said excitedly and you smiled bashfully. “I um, I have to get back to work but send me the name of your hotel. I’ll pick you up, we’ll go to dinner then to my place” He said and you kissed his cheek.

“Sounds like a plan” You said and he told you a bit about his day so far as he escorted you back to the elevator.

Once the metal door closed, he turned around to go back to his desk only to be met with Louis smirking confidently.

“You know when you told me you were going out with Y/N Wayne I had no idea what you’d see in what was probably a stuck up rich business man but I see it now. He’s a catch Smallville” She teased and Clark pushed his glasses up and blushed a bit at those words. “Yeah, he really is”

After almost two years of dating Clark you made plans to move in together. (Plans that Bruce hated)

Metropolis and Gotham were a drivable distance apart and any work you could do from Metropolis you’d do in the (not so) new Wayne Tower.

Bruce really didn't like this plan though. It made sense but Dick had moved to San Francisco to lead the Teen Titans and you moving to Metropolis meant he’d be alone in the manor.

Alfred was helping you pack your things before the moving company you hired to take them to yours and Clark’s new apartment arrived. You were finishing packing up your closet when Bruce came in.

“Need some help?” He asked and you shrugged.

“If you want to, you can grab a box and start putting all the books from the shelves in” You told him while taping up the last box of clothes. He did exactly that and when you came with another box to pack up a different shelf that you noticed something was wrong.

Alfred had gone to start packing up your office and you and turned to Bruce.

“What’s wrong copycat?” You asked. You had stopped packing, instead giving your brother your full attention.

“Nothing’s wrong” He answered and you sighed.

“Something’s wrong. You only look like that when something is wrong” You said and tried to focus on the books he was stacking in the box.

“I don’t look like anything. Everything is fine, I just thought you might want some help packing” He said and you rolled your eyes and continued to put your large reading collection into moving boxes.

“You know I’ll only be a call away, even if I don’t live here anymore. And I’ll still be in Gotham fairly often” You said as you taped up the box and Bruce didn’t look at you.

“I know that. We’ve gone over everything already Y/N” He said and you leaned on the now closed box.

“Then why do you look like there’s still something you wanna say? I grew up with you, remember? I know you better than anyone” You said softly. It was the same voice you used to calm Bruce down from the nightmares he had as a child. “It’s stupid. I’m a grown man” He mumbled and you smiled.

“Bruce, it’s okay to feel lonely now that I’m moving out” You told him. You put your hand on his shoulder as if to remind him that he can open up. He’s allowed to feel emotions.

“You know I hated living here when you left. I had Alfred close off some of the manor so that it wouldn’t feel so big. I hated walking past the portrait of the family in the foyer. I felt alone. Even with Alfred here. And with Dick going to California you’re allowed to feel that too” You told him and you could see Bruce struggling to stay stoic. You embraced him in a hug.

“You can let yourself feel these things Bruce. You’re still only human” You tell him in the soft voice you did when you two were kids and you feel him break. He chokes back a sob and cries into your shoulder and you just hold him. You held him the same way you did as kids when he snuck into your room after a nightmare. No matter how old the two of you get you;d always be his older brother. You’d always protect him.

After you moved out Bruce told you he took in another orphan boy. His name was Jason and you burst out laughing when he told you how Jason tried to steal the batmobiles tires. Jason was older than Dick was when Bruce took him in. He was already a pre teen and he had all the emotional range of one. He had some anger issues but Bruce told you they were working on it. You knew he was training Jason to become the new Robin. This time you said nothing. Even if you didn’t particularly like to hear about Batman you finally accepted it as part of your brother’s life. It took almost a decade but it happened.

Funnily enough you met Jason when Bruce brought him to Metropolis while visiting you. It was your birthday and you and Clark invited your family over to celebrate. Dick came a few days earlier and stayed with you and Clark in a guest room (since he flew across the country) while Bruce drove Jason with him from Gotham.

You sat in the living room catching up with Dick when there was a knock at the door. Before you could get up to get it Clark was already at the door. “Don’t worry, I got it” He called over his shoulder as he welcomed the visitors.

“I swear if it were possible I’d think he’s on a sugar high” You told Dick and the two of you laughed.

You expected Clark to come in with Bruce but instead you saw him with the boy who you recognized from photos was Jason. He was a short boy with a lot of attitude but now he was eagerly looking around your apartment and at your boyfriend. You then noticed Bruce trailing behind the two with a gift bag in hand. You got up to meet him with a hug.

“Thanks for coming” You told him once you released him from your grip and he presented you with the bag and a tiny smile.

“Happy birthday Y/N” He said and you smiled, taking the bag and placing it on a cabinet.

“If everyone’s here we can sit down and eat” You told everyone and Dick took that as his que to move to the dining table.

Not two years later you would get a call from Bruce telling you that the energetic spunky kid who called you uncle Y/N had died. He was only 15 and had been killed by the Joker.

You sobbed into Clark’s shoulder that night, crying yourself to sleep.

It had been the first death in the family since your parents and you were heartbroken. You took a break from work and moved back into the manor for a short time. Bruce practically forced you back home after a week. All he could think of was what you told him when Dick became Robin.

“If this was another grown adult I wouldn’t be here Bruce but he’s eight. I don’t give a rat’s ass about Batman, I care about the vulnerable kid you’re choosing to bring into it and I swear if something happens to him because of your stupidity I will bring your entire operation down and I will personally drag Batman through the mud.”

Even though you told him that Jason’s death wasn’t his fault. He told him not to go alone. He did what he could to keep Jason safe. Bruce knew he was putting the life of anyone who worked with him in danger. You didn’t even need to act on your threat. After Jason’s death Batman became reckless and angry. He was dragging his own image through the mud and made himself miserable in the process.

Five months after Jason’s death you felt like things in your life were returning to normal.

You still mourned the boy and you knew Bruce was miserable but you worked as usual and went back to living your regular life. It was on what you thought was a normal date night with Clark that you were proven wrong. The two of you had ordered your favorite take out and sat down to watch a movie and relax. You sat cuddled up on the couch, your head resting on Clark’s shoulder and his arm wrapped around your body, both in your pajamas when your boyfriend of almost three years said.

“It’s a beautiful night” And you hummed in agreement.

“I have a surprise for you. Close your eyes” He told you and you looked at him questioningly before doing as instructed. Before you could process what was going on you felt Clark pick you up and a gust of wind cool your skin. You held in a scream as you felt your feet touch the ground.

You opened your eyes to see the city of Metropolis below you. Lit up like a city that never sleeps. You turned around and saw you were on top of the Daily Planet, it’s beautiful gold globe behind you. When you turned back to Clark to ask what was going on you saw him on one knee holding a gorgeous ring.

Your eyes widened and you let out something between a laugh and a breath as you peered down at your boyfriend.

“Y/N Wayne, we have been together for just about three years. I love you with all my heart. You are kind and loving and have one of the biggest hearts I have ever encountered. I love falling asleep beside you each night and waking up beside you each morning. I love holding you in my arms and being held in yours. I love your sarcastic jokes and your cunning mind. And as I’m saying this I’m losing my words-” Clark said and as he got further along with his speech he became less and less sure of himself.

“But, I love you so much and I want to spend the rest of my life with you” He said and carefully wrapped your hands around his as he spoke. “Will you marry me?” He asked and you crashed into him with a hug, nodding.

“Yes Clark Kent, I will marry you” You whispered in his ear as you embraced and when you broke apart his lips crashed into yours for a passionate, loving kiss.

The first person you told about your engagement was Alfred. He was like a second father to you and you knew he would take it well. That is how you and your fiancé found yourselves sitting around the dining table with Bruce, Dick and Alfred. The ever sneaky family butler thought a family dinner was the best way to announce your engagement to your family.

“-That’s when we took the guy in and he was still trying to say that the bag wasn’t weed, it was oregano, we tested it and he was actually right! The sneaky bastard was trying to get a quick buck” Dick said, finishing a story from his new job as a police officer in Bludhaven. You looked at Clark and when he awkwardly nodded you took the lead.

“So, we actually have something to share” You announced and Bruce (who was still mad at Dick for his career choice) finally looked up from his plate.

“We’re getting married!” Clark exclaimed and Dick practically flew out of his seat to hug you.

“Congratulations!” He said and you smiled, finally pulling the ring out of your pocket.

Meanwhile Bruce was staring Clark down at the table. “Master Bruce?” Alfred asked but Bruce didn’t move. Neither did Clark, your fiancé simply matched your brother’s gaze.

“Bruce?” Dick asked, and still nothing.

“Oh for fuck’s sake Bruce, please don’t brood during my engagement dinner!” Your voice was the only thing that broke your brother out of whatever mental battle he was having with Clark. You walked around the table and looked down at Bruce waiting for some kind of response.

“Seriously?" You questioned and got no response. "You’re impossible.” You walked out of the room and to the guest room Alfred kept for you in the manor.

After you left Alfred, Dick and Clark all glared at Bruce before Clark finally stood up.

“I can understand why you might feel- whatever you’re feeling right now towards me but for god’s sake Bruce, be excited for Y/N.” He said and walked out, following you. Bruce just watched as he left and Dick came over to him and smacked him.

“Seriously? He is the only family you have left and you can’t even pretend to be happy for him? Even with all of our crap I thought you were better than this” The young man said and he too walked off, leaving only Bruce and Alfred in the dining room.

“If you’re going to scold me, go ahead.” Bruce finally said and Alfred simply shook his head as he began cleaning up the table.

“And what help would that do master Bruce? I believe Master Dick and Mr. Kent have already said what needed to be said”

“I’m happy for him” Bruce admitted and Alfred shook his head.

“I am not the one you have to convince.”

“Alfred-” Bruce tried to argue but the butler simply put the plates he was carrying down and looked down at him. “Y/N has given every piece of himself to this family in your absence. He gave Master Dick an uncle, Wayne Enterprise a CEO, The public a figure to see the Waynes were still in Gotham and you Master Bruce, he has given you an example. While he may not have supported everything you do he’s stayed by your side. But when he found the person with whom he wishes to spend his life you couldn’t stay by his.” Alfred said passively and took the dirty plates to the kitchen. Bruce soon left too, he wandered the halls of his childhood home and thought. He never tried to think of what you'd done for him before. You were always there, helping him, for as long as he could remember but after what Alfred said he took the time to think.

When he disappeared for seven years to train himself, you held down the fort in Gotham, you finished your own education, took over the company and gave reasons as to why Gotham’s favorite prince had fallen off the face of the earth. When he came back you embraced him and only asked that he stay this time. When he became Batman you ignored and even despised the bat but you continued to support Bruce. When he adopted Dick you did your best to support the boy in ways Bruce couldn’t. You kept his secrets and came around to his crusade. So why couldn’t he do the same for your relationship? After all, Clark was a good man. Bruce trusted him with his life but refused to trust him with the love of his older brother? It was at that point that Bruce found the family portrait you insisted stay up in the manor. The large one in the foyer.

Bruce didn’t remember the day, he was only four or five but you were older. Martha sat on a high backed chair with Bruce on her knee and Thomas stood proudly beside her. One hand on his wife’s shoulder and the other on his eldest son’s. You were all smiling, one complete, happy family. He had to make this right.

You and Bruce had developed a code after he came back to gotham. If one of you text each other CB you meet at the closest balcony. CB of course stands for code blue and refers to a conversation the two of you had as kids.

One day you both snuck out the window and sat on the roof while your parents were out at a gala and Bruce asked what color the air was. You were ten and after much deliberation decided that the sky was full of air and the sky was blue so logically so was air. You never told a soul. Not even Alfred knew so when Bruce texted you CB after the fight at dinner you sighed and kissed Clark's cheek. “I’ll be back in a bit” You said and he looked confused.

“Where are you going? I thought you said we’d wait till the morning and head home then?” Your fiancé said and you nodded.

“I’m not leaving the manor, I just have to talk some sense into my baby brother” You said and you smiled before Clark could even say anything.

“It’ll be fine love, I’ll be back soon. If you need anything Alfred’s downstairs” You said and left, quickly walking to the part of the balcony closest to yours and Bruce’s rooms.

The balcony overlooked the forest around Wayne manor and by the time you got there Bruce was already waiting with two cups of tea.

You didn’t say anything, just took one of the cups and leaned on the rail.

“I’m sorry” Bruce said quietly and you smiled.

“That’s pretty open ended” You said, smirking and taking a sip of your tea. You could hear Bruce groaning.

“I’m sorry for being a jerk about your engagement. I’m happy for you. I'm just an emotionally stunted man child. That good enough for you?” He asked sarcastically and you chuckled.

“More regretting not recording that but yes.” You said and you could see Bruce fidget slightly.

“I don’t know why you reacted that way. Honestly I feel like I don’t know much about you anymore, but I want you in my life copycat so contrary to some of my behaviors I take your acceptance of my partner very seriously” You said sincerely and Bruce smiled at the old nickname.

“Clark is a good man.” Bruce said and you smiled, looking down at the band on your finger. The clear stone shining in the moonlight. “I love him, He’s one of the most amazing men I’ve ever met and I want to spend the rest of my life with him” You said and you were sure Bruce was trying not to make a face or sarcastic comment.

“Who's taking what name?” Bruce asked and you smiled.

“We’re actually not gonna do that. Branding and stuff” You joked and you could see Bruce relax once again. A barely visible difference but one you could still recognize. At the end of the day you still knew him well enough.

“That’s progressive” He jokes along and you chuckled.

“Wait till you hear the actual wedding plans” You replied and he looked a tad scared before you broke out laughing. “It’s not actually bad! We want something private so we’re probably gonna do it on his parents' farm. Just family and close friends, press announcement after the honeymoon, something small” You explained and Bruce nodded.

“Sounds like you” Your brother said and you rolled your eyes, turning around and leaning your back against the rail.

“You should really patch things up with Dick” You said and Bruce sighed.

“When did we switch topics?” “Just now when I told you to stop being a child and work things out with your son” You scolded your brother and he looked down. “Are you happy with how everything turned out?” Bruce asked and this time you looked at him confused, waiting for him to elaborate.

“Every once in a while I think about what things would be like if that night in the alley didn’t happen. If we grew up normal. Mom and dad would still be here, no Batman or Robin, I think I’d still find Dick and Jason, you wouldn’t be nearly as stressed because mom would have helped you with the company and they’d be proud of me no matter what I’d decide to do” He confessed and you smiled sadly.

“They are proud of you Bruce.” You told your brother and you thought for a second the look in his eyes was that of the broken child he was after that night in the alley.

“Are you sure-” You cut Bruce off with a tight hug. “I’m sure copycat. Because I’m proud of you and dad always said I take after mom so I’d know” You told him.

A year after yours and Clark’s wedding you sat anxiously in your shared apartment in Metropolis and stared at your phone. Clark was currently at lunch with his best friend Louis Lane to ask the single biggest thing he’d ever asked her.

You and Clark knew you wanted children one day. You always wanted a family and so did Clark. Although you only really started discussing your options after the wedding. As two men there were really only two options for you.

That’s why you were staring at your phone waiting for it to ring, because your husband was asking his best friend if she’d be your surrogate.

When eventually your phone did light up and buzzed with an incoming call you jumped off the couch and picked up.

“How’d it go? What’d she say? Did she agree?” You bombarded Clark with questions the second you picked up and you heard a chuckle which you assumed was Louis overhearing you.

“She said yes!” Clark said, trying (and not particularly succeeding) at keeping his voice low. At his answer you literally jumped for joy. And 11 months later you sat in a hospital room gazing down at the little bundle in your arms. Bright blue eyes looked back up at you curiously. Clark’s bright blue eyes. The little bundle with wisps of black hair on his head cooed and began to cry. You smiled and adjusted your hold on your son as you rocked him back and forth to calm him down.

“It’s okay Jon, Dada’s here, you’re safe and sound.” You whispered as Clark walked in. He came up behind you and looked down at his son in your arms. “He’s perfect” He said and you nodded.

“He has your eyes” You told him, Jon had finally calmed down and was sucking on his thumb.

It took Jon thirty hours to come into the world, Louis was exhausted by the time his first cry filled the room and after meeting the young boy she fell asleep. You had taken Jon to another room so that she could rest.

“Bruce said he’s almost here, he had to pick Dick up on the way” Clark informed you and you smiled.

“How do you think he’ll react to the name?” You asked and Clark chuckled, caressing your baby’s cheek.

“Hopefully better than you think” He said and kissed your cheek.

“Speaking of I hear footsteps down the hall and I think this is the perfect time for me to hold our son for a bit” He joked and you carefully gave Jon to Clark as you walked out.

"You better not pass that sneakiness to our baby, Clark” You teased before shutting the door and meeting Bruce and Dick down the hall.

“I wanna see the baby!” Dick said excitedly, you’d forget he was 19 if he wasn’t so tall. “Before that, rules. I don’t think either of you have seen a newborn up close before and I am not taking chances” You said and laid down three simple rules. “1. No yelling. Louis -who actually birthed the baby- is sleeping in the next room over and the baby is somewhere between sleeping and awake.

2. No insults to anybody. Not to Clark, not to each other, not to anyone. If you don’t have something nice to say, don't say it. And finally,

3. You do exactly as I say. No ifs ands or buts.” When both men nod you lead them into the room where Clark is sitting by the window with Jon.

“Bruce, Dick, this is Jonathan Kent-Wayne” You tell the boys and both Bruce and Dick look down in awe at the little bundle in Clark’s arms.

“You hyphenated the names” Bruce points out and you nod.

“It’s simpler. He can choose who he wants to be when he’s older” Clark explains and Bruce looks to you and then to Clark.

“Can I hold him?” He asks and you both nod. Clark instructs Bruce on how to support the baby’s neck and you watch proudly as your baby brother holds his nephew in his arms. You wrap your arms around Clark and lean onto his shoulder as you watch Dick coo at the baby in his adopted father’s arms. “I don’t think he minds the name” You whisper to Clark and he lays his head on yours.

“Jonathan Kent-Wayne is going to be one special kid” Clark says and you smile. “Just like his dads” You say.

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shizukateal · 3 years

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May you cover the designs of the Doki Doki Pretty Cures, including Regina? I don't like the artstyle at all, and I hate most of their hair when transformed (they look like rubber and have lots of unnecessary parts). But I do like the outfits and palettes.

Doki Doki Precure

Yeah, I see what you mean about the hair, but eh, not all of it is bad. Lets go one by one.

Cure Heart

Ok, she has something going on. Her hair is weird and yeah, kinda plastic-like, but the hairdo works well all in all. The "base" of the clothes -the cut-off sleeves that should be joined wit the rest, the top, skirt and shorts- are all surprisingly cohesive together, even if I can't synthesize in one word the "theme" of its shape (conceptually the overarching theme is romantic femenine stuff, a combination of hearts, cupid wings, ribbons, and flower petals). And hey! for once the winged over sleeves actually do something good, even if the diagonal neckline ruins the divide that the rest of the top was going for. After much deliberation I will concede that the diagonal sash with the extra layer and the ribbon is a very ingenious solution, one that not only allowed them to smooth over the top to bottom transition but also gave the silhouette a little something extra, and I also applaud the choice of the hair tie.

Cure Diamond

*Sigh* Almost, but not quite. The shape of the dress itself is interesting and it's well paired up with the boots, but they needed to add a decoration because the blue top is a lot of empty space that hides any curves in the model's body. This time they didn't have the ingenuity that they had with Heart, so they added a ribbon that doesn't fit attached to a loose band so that it doesn't mark her waist AND a second string connecting it to the medal so that the empty space between them wouldn't look too awkward. Perhaps it would have worked better if both ribbons where the same white triangular string, but at the end of the day the fact is that this shape is difficult to work with. The oversized hair swirls only kinda work from a side perspective- wait does this one have mismatching sleeves?! I- what for?-

Cure Rosetta

No, yeah, she wins. Could I nitpick her ribbon saying it's a pity it has to be connected to nothing just to smooth the transition? Sure, but I don't want to. She's fine, let's let her be.

Cure Sword

Man, she has such a cool name and this is the best they could think of? Disappointing. Her hairstyle is... I mean, if she actually uses a sword I get why she would want her air out of her eyes and to tie it up, but this is still such a dorky cut, made all the worse by the outfit. She's the one wearing the most form-fitting stuff, and again, that would make sense if she's a fencer, but nothing in her dress justifies it. Her boots are long, form fitting, and pointy, but the skirt directly above them doesn't match their style at all. It puffs at the worst place too, just below the hips, completely ruining the silhouette line that the long top was going for, and the side ribbon only adds unnecessary weight, not to mention that the detached sleeves barely have anything to do with the rest. If they had just allowed the top to be a form fitting dress with biker shorts underneath, well, it wouldn't have really solved the fact that the boots look out of place with the rest of the aesthetic, but it would have been at least slightly more cohesive and easier to draw.

Cure Ace

Ah, the root from which Cure Scarlet and the Healing Precures sprouted. Well, she's certainly better than the first one, but it wouldn't be until the later that Toei would figure out what to do with the overskirt. As it stands now, while I'm sure they did it to give an A shape to the outfit, that very last bit at the back adds the drop that tips the glass in terms of weight. It's a bit awkward how the dress peaks from below the jacket at the point where the waistline of the overskirt begins, it's nothing all that game-breaking, but it cheapens the outfit by making the overskirt seem like a detachable add-on instead of an integral part of it. It's also weird that she's not wearing full gloves with this aesthetic. Lastly the ribbon on her back is a debatable addition, as in, I get why it's there because it fits the aesthetic, but it's so long it add more unnecessary weight and it's not even all that noticeable with the hair.

Regina

She's not my style, but still perfectly fine. For example, I don't quite like the colored leaves coming from the top at the waistline, but the color brake works well. The bat socks don't fit that well with her flower-shaped dress, but just, I'm gonna let her keep everything she likes. She's a goth-lolita princess, she wants to have fun, I'm sure many little girls like her look.

#magical girl fashion #doki doki precure #cure heart #cure diamond #cure rosetta #cure sword #cure ace #regina

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lubdubsworld · 3 years

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Falling for you ( Falling from Grace) Jungkook x OC

Summary : Friends with benefits? Or maybe Enemies who just happen to be each other’s best fuck? Areum and Jungkook love driving each other crazy, but also can’t keep their hands off each other.

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3 Chapter 4 Chapter 5 Chapter 6

Chapter 7

“A two hour lunch break and a limp? You’ve been busy , I see.....” Hobi remarked mildly , when I slinked back to my desk, thighs still shaking .

I winced when I sat down, glaring at him.

“I sprained my ankle....” I snapped, internally cringing at the ridiculous lie.

“While riding his dick? How did that happen?? ” Hoseok rolled his eyes and before I could pretend to be properly outraged he continued, “ No matter.... i want you to compile those memos from last week and write up the report for last week’s meeting. The minutes are in the file.”

I didn’t particularly enjoy my job or hate it. It was just something I did to make money and I was fine with that. As a kid I’d had some vague dreams of being a photographer and while I did occasionally take my camera out to click candids of my family or the occasional cherry blossom tree, it wasn’t a major component in my life.

Or at least, it hadn’t been, for the two and half years I’d worked here. Right about the time I started sleeping with Jungkook. I stared at the screen, feeling myself drown in the redundant words. It wasn’t that I didn’t imagine a life with Jungkook.....but... I wasn’t sure if we would work well, as a couple. I had never been on a date with him , never met each other for anything that didn’t end in mutually ( enjoyable ) orgasms and just.... most of the time we did piss each other off incredibly.

But I could feel the clock ticking....I wasn’t really a co ed anymore, was I? There was more to a relationship than just sex and ... I wanted it. Of course I did....

I couldn’t spend the rest of my life doing this with Jungkook. But I couldn’t for the life of me, imagine not doing this with him.

And in the wake of that thought came the thought I had always avoided.

What if I could have both? What if I could have the dirty , raunchy , mindblowing sex , along with the Sunday brunches, picnics in the park and skinny dipping in the pool at midnight?

What if, possibly, Jungkook could be the one I had dinner with on a Friday night? What if he was the one I woke up to everyday, made pancakes for and with, smearing flour on each other’s noses as we chased each other around the kitchen in our PJs?

Fuck.

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Jungkook was busy for a couple of days with his training and I couldn’t get a chance to meet him . On the day before his supposed match, he told me he wanted to ‘unwind’ . Would I be kind enough to join him for the night?

I agreed,

My phone buzzed, just as I stepped out of the shower. I rolled my eyes at the ridiculous contact name that Jungkook had probably put in himself.

From Hungkook

You have an appointment tonight m’lady.

An appointment to ride this dick.

On my terms.

You’re gonna stay over right?

I scoffed at the last bit., When had it ever not been on his terms?? I ran the towel through my hair before carefully coating my fingers with lotion and threading them through the damp strands.

~~~~

From me,

When did you change your fucking contact name , dickhead. Yes, I’ll stay over and we’re meeting at 7.00 PM right?? Will you pick me up?

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From Kook,

Wasn’t me.... must’ve been you subconsciously. Don’t tell me you aren’t thinking about how big I am, all the fucking time.

I’m still setting stuff up. Get a cab. Or I can send my chauffeur if you want?

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From me,

No. I’ll drive myself over.

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From Kook,

Wear something easy to take off. c u.

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Jerk, I thought fondly. Staring at myself in the mirror, I couldn’t help but feel incredibly vulnerable. I wanted to talk to Jungkook about us. And I would.... eventually. When I felt ready enough....

For tonight, I would indulge him. .

I had gone the extra mile today, soaked in the tub for a whole hour so my skin was completely imbibed with the scent of strawberries and cream, with little whiffs of lavender. The body scrub had done its job and my skin fairly glowed, plump and soft.

I decided to forego makeup, only putting on the barest minimum : some gloss and a moisturizing spray. I grabbed the short kimono style dress from the closet, slipping it on without anything underneath.

I stared at myself from all angles, just to make sure I was still decent. Not that it would matter. Jungkook’s condo had a private elevator that no one but he used . Perks of owning the entire apartment complex , I guessed. I hesitated before rummaging through the small jewelry box I kept hidden in the back of the closet.

It had a small necklace, the only gift I’d ever accepted from Jungkook. I stared at the small , pendant : a small heart with the words, JK’s engraved on it. It had been a gag gift, meant to aggrieve me during one of our ridiculous spats. But i traced the words and wondered why the prospect of belonging to him didn’t feel quite as infuriating as it used to .

Slipping it on, I quickly grabbed my wallet and keys.

Well, time to get this show on the road. ‘

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Jungkook opened the door, freshly showered, dressed in a white linen shirt, a few sizes too big and opened half way through. As always, a glimpse of his gorgeous face was all it took for arousal to pool in the pit of my stomach. I smiled at him.

“Hi.” I grinned.

He stared at me for a second taking a deep breath.

“Jesus, you smell fucking delicious....What is that?” He groaned, grabbing my wrist and tugging me in. I followed him to the dining space, blinking when I saw the two small glasses of wine.

“Ooh...fancy. Looks like you’re looking to spoil someone tonight. “ I teased.

“Yeah, just had my girlfriend over. You must’ve run into her on the way up.” He winked and I shook my head, laughing as I grabbed one, taking a small sip.

“So....? Should we get started....”

Jungkook hummed, grabbing the satin ribbon tie that held my dress together and tugging on it gently. I kept my eyes trained on his face , just so I wouldn’t miss the look on his face when the fabric fell apart.

He didn’t disappoint.

Doe eyes widened in shock, lips parting in a sharp little exhale as he stared at me, completely naked in the golden spool of light, cast by the small chandelier overhead.

“Oh fuck.....is that...?” He lightly pulled the pendant at the base of my throat, staring at the inscription.

“Thought it may turn you on....” I shrugged. Jungkook’s eyes ran up and down my body and I felt an inordinate thrill at how open he was with how much he enjoyed looking at me, even though it was far from the first time.

“That’s my biggest weakness, darling......I’m always turned on for you...” He grinned , winking.

“So should we go open that toy box of yours?” I prompted when he stepped closer.

“Hmm... Not like this. “ He grabbed the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and off his torso before carefully slipping it on me. “ I can’t concentrate if you’re standing here without clothes on.”

The linen shirt, big on Jungkook’s broad frame , practically swallowed me up, hanging somewhere near my knee. I watched the way his pupils dilated when he stared at me.

“Fuck... you in my clothes.... This may be worse than you being naked...” He said, sounding slightly strangled.

I flicked his forehead playfully.

“I’m beginning to think you’re just stalling.... ” I narrowed my eyes at him.

“Nope, just thinking of a couple of drawings I could make with this particular shirt on you.”

I felt my insides quiver as I remembered the art and the very enjoyable time I’d had seeing all of it.

“If you hurry up , I may model for you. “ I said casually and Jungkook froze.

“Better not joke about that, Areum...” He said harshly.

“Well, what if I’m not?”

“Are you?”

“Only one way to find out.” I smiled, yelping when his arms shot out, wrapping around my thighs and throwing me over his shoulder as he stalked over to the bedroom.

I whined because his shoulder blades dug into my tummy , feeling slightly dizzy from all the blood rushing to my head.

I stumbled a bit when he set me down , blinking to orient myself. I stared around at the room, my throat going dry.

The bed was covered in satin sheets in a rich shade of burgundy . The entire room was lit only from the backlight in the bedframe, low and demure as it lit parts of the bed while the rest of room stayed plunged in darkness. An ornate table stood right next to the bed with what looked like a hundred or so sex toys and I flushed red, my face heating up.

I felt my heart begin to pound inside me.

It was so foreign, this desperate sort of anticipation, something I didn’t usually feel because this was Jungkook and I knew him ....knew his body better than my own.

“Well, since you wanted to pick the toys we’d use today....”

“No.” I whispered softly.

“What?”

I turned to him , smiling before carefully walking over to the bed and climbing on. I crawled to the center before carefully sitting down on my heels, kneeling.

“You can pick.” I shrugged.

Jungkook stared at me thoughtfully.

“You’re joking.” He said softly.

“I trust you.” I replied.

His eyes widened, lips parting. He licked his lips, before tugging his lower lip between his teeth.

“Really? You trust me?” He asked, looking incredibly skeptical.

“I do. “

“Trust that I ....?”

“That you won’t hurt me.”

“Hmm... I’ve gone soft on you haven’t I? Haven’t left bruises on that perfect body in a while... “ He said casually and I felt my heart jerk a little.

Earlier in our relationship, Jungkook had always skirted the edge of too much, sometimes leaving marks and bruises that lingered for weeks after our sexcapades. And he was right...we had toned it down the past few weeks,

“Even then...You never did anything I didn’t want.” I pointed out.

He smiled.

“That’s true... my pretty little slut, you wanted every single one of those bruises, didn’t you?”

I nodded.

“I did...”

“So , I can just go pick any toy I want and you’ll let me put it on you....? In you?” He prompted.

“I trust you.” I said again.

He narrowed his eyes at me before moving slowly to the table. I stared back, holding his gaze as I watched him carefully pick up something from the table.

My heart dropped when I saw the small flogger, his ivory fingers curling on the handle as he carefully, swatted the inside of his other palm with it.

“You sure you’re up for this?” He brought the flogger down on the bed with enough force to make the sheets crackle and the noise was so sharply frightening that I couldn’t help but jump a little. I flinched so bad, my lips wobbled.

He watched the way I was shaking and scoffed.

“Thought so, fragile little thing like you could never--”

“Yes.” I snapped, willing myself to stay calm. “Yes.”

Jungkook’s gaze snapped to mine.

“Color?”

I swallowed, trying to get my senses together. I calmed myself down, trying to think rationally instead of impulsively.

“Green.” I whispered.

He hummed.

I watched as he grabbed a small vibrator , holding it up for me to see., I shrugged,

“I told you ...I trust you. Looks like you don’t trust yourself... What’s the matter, Jeon, too chicken to be a real man? “ I whispered.

His gaze narrowed dangerously.

He moved briskly to the table and grabbed things quickly. I bit my lips as I saw the nipple clamps, the small whip, the handcuffs and the pinwheel among other things.

I pulled my gaze away from the toys and stared at him.

“If anyone can make me enjoy those things...its you.” I whispered and his eyes softened visibly.

“Fuck...don’t say shit like that....” He whispered.

I laughed a little, nodding.

“Okay. “ I agreed.

He grabbed a small strip of cloth from the table and held it up between his hands.

“I’m going to put this on you first. “

I nodded, as familiar with the thick, satiny length of it as i was with my own skin. Jungkook sometimes liked using it to tie my wrists together , especially when he intended to take his time.

i held my hands out but he shook his head, holding it up and then placing it over my eyes.

I faltered a little when my vision went black, swallowing as the scent of his bodywash hit me, his body just a few inches away and the urge to touch was so strong , my mouth watering with the urge to run to my lips all over his delectable body.

He finished tying the fabric at the base of my skull and pulled away. I felt the bed dip as he moved away.

“ Take that shirt off.”

I grabbed the hem and stripped quickly, tossing the shirt aside.

“Lie down. On your back.”

I nodded before doing just that, letting my arms rest on the side, palms facing up.

The sound of the flogger cracking through the air made me wince.

“You’ve ever been hit with one of these....” His voice came from somewhere to my right and I bit my lips, shaking my head.,

“Use your words doll....”

The nick name made me squirm.

“No.”

I jumped when I felt the soft strips of the blogger brush against my thigh, so gentle it felt like a kiss.

“Hmm.... I want you to stay quiet from now unless i ask you something and you will only say, yes or no. Got that?”

“Yes.”

“Good girl.”

I felt like I was over heating, my body thrumming with anticipation.

“i don’t use it too often because I prefer my hands. Like bringing it down on the curve of your ass or maybe your thighs.....Nothing quite as satisfying as feeling that soft flesh give under your palm, hot and burning. And man the way the red just blooms on the surface when i pull away....addicting.”

His fingers closed over my thigh and squeezed.

I jerked a bit.

“It hurts at first....but it also feels good. A good , fiery burn that makes you feel alive .... that makes your skin thrum with life....and after the tenth hit, the pain is so numbed down that your mind only experiences the pleasure ..... “

I bit my lips to stop myself from saying anything.

“The pinwheel is what really hurts.” I felt the sharp prick of it on my cheek, and i jerked back a bit., “ It’s very sharp and precise....like the stab of a hundred needles on your body...I like using it between the thighs....You know, right on that swollen little nub in the middle.... usually makes the girl lift right off the bed....”

He chuckled .

I was panting a bit, every word translating into a phantom touch on my body. Although he was only saying it, my body seemed to experience it physically.

I felt the air shift around me, and then the familiar press of him body on mine, my arms instinctively shooting up to grip him as he straddled my waist, his hands grabbing my wrists and yanking them away. He pushed my hands up against the headboard, and I felt his breath right against my neck, feather light kisses that traced a path up to my ear and then he gently blew air against my earlobe.

“And man, the vibrator is my favorite.” His voice was low and deep, whispering dirty, right into my ear and I clenched around nothing, feeling wet and empty as he went on, “ I’d leave it right up against your clit while I eat you out, two of my fingers fucking into your sweet little cunt, tongue lapping up that sweet , sweet slick of yours..... Fucking delicious , makes me want to bury my face into it.... fuck.....baby, i could eat you out for hours.... “

I choked out, struggling to get my hands free, desperate to feel him, desperate to feel him inside me .

“I would eat you out so good but I wouldn’t let you cum.”

I felt my heart drop.

“Please Jungkook-”

“Uh-uh-uh....Nope...” Jungkook muttered.” Don’t want you begging so soon baby.,... we haven’t even started yet...Didn’t I tell you not to say anything till I asked you to? What's the matter baby, you like hearing what I want to do to you? Doesn’t it make you wet...make you want to fuck yourself on my cock?”

I bit my lips, trying to regulate my breathing , bucking up into his hardness as he rolled his hips into mine. I kicked out , trying to dislodge him, just a little bit so I could feel him where i wanted and he grunted when my heel hit his shin.

I whined when his fingers tightened on my wrists, hard enough to make the bones grind together. Pain shot up my forearm and I whimpered when a hand wrapped around my throat, gentle but with the threat of force behind it.

“Stop fucking wiggling and listen to me. “ He snapped and I froze.

“If I eat you out.... turn the vibrator up, and then tell you to not cum till i ask you to.....Can you do that?”

“Yes.” I sobbed out,

He grinned.

“Really baby? No protests? You’ve never let me edge you before....I wonder what’s changed?” He whispered.

“Trust you.” I whispered and his breath caught again.

“You trust me that much?”

“Yes.”

“Trust me when I say if you cant hold it off...if you cum without my permission, well....that’s when I’m gonna get the fucking whip.”

My body screamed in protest at the very thought of it.

“Well? “ He demanded, squeezing down on my throat just a bit. “ Still trust me?”

I felt the first gush of tears, feeling my heart thud against my ribs. All i could think about was Jungkook’s face when he’d held me that day, when Junho had hurt me. The way his eyes had flooded with tears at the sight of me hurt and it was absolutely laughable....the idea that Jeon Jungkook would somehow choose to hurt me voluntarily.

“Trust you.”

For a few seconds, he didn’t say anything. He didn’t move either.

“Should we get started then?”

“Okay.” I whispered.

I felt a pang of loss when he moved up and off my body, and I blinked against the blindfold, trying to ground myself. Fear and arousal made me disoriented , my mind struggling to decide whether I was enjoying this or not.

I heard the crack of the flogger again and screwed my eyes shut.

“You ready?” , the bristles traced up my leg, from my feet right up to the top of my thighs.

I took a deep shuddering breath.

“Yes.”

I bit my lips, bracing myself for the hit.

It never came.

Instead, all i felt was the gentle brush of lips against my brow, and then against my cheek, soft, feather light kisses , peppered across my jaw and down my neck. I gasped as his lips parted slightly, opening and closing on the soft skin, suckling gently for just a second before his tongue followed, soothing the slight sting.

I licked my lips , gasping when his fingers fluttered up and down my arm, so gentle that I wanted to cry.

“I like the idea of taking you apart...., having you tremble with anticipation because you’re scared of what I’d do next , but you know what I like more, Areum?”

Fingers lightly gripped my wrist, pulling them up till my hands rested on his shoulders.

“Jungkook?”

“I like it when you touch me. I like it when you’re trembling, not because you’re scared or worried but because you’re feeling good....because I’m making you feel good.”

I smiled despite myself.

“Can i touch you?” I whispered.

“You don’t ever have to ask...” He breathed against my lips, and i surged up to kiss him. Letting my fingers drop down to tug at the hardened length of him. I ran a finger over the tip, mouth watering at the mound of precum leaking out of him, enough for me to get my palm wet , so I could stroke him without any abrasive friction.

He growled , rolling over me and nipping sharply at my neck, before pressing a quick kiss to my lips.

“Gonna eat you out. “ He growled and i grinned.

“No vibrator?” I teased and he grunted, already crawling down my body.

“Don’t need it.... Gonna make you cum just with my tongue.”

I let my head fall back against the pillows as he grabbed my hips, lifting my waist up before shoving a couple of pillow underneath.

“Bend your knees and spread your thighs for me angel.” He whispered, pressing a soft kiss to my ankle and I nodded quickly, doing just that. I dug my heels into the soft sheets.

“You want to me to get the vibrator?” He bit my thighs lightly and I jumped.

“Not really....” I breathed out .

Warm wetness closed over my center and I gasped, fingers reaching down to grip his hair .

“Gonna ride my face , baby?” He laughed against my slit, tongue tracing the seam with soft little kitten licks and I groaned.

He lost no time, slipping two fingers straight into me, parting them in a V and licking into the gap, tongue pushing into me with the kind of ease that came from doing something you loved, something you enjoyed doing.

Pleasure shot straight up my spine rendering me boneless, my limbs turning to jelly as he used his thumb to gently run circles on my clit, all the while licking into me, tongue curling inside me, pushing against my walls and lapping up the wetness like it was the sweetest drink he’d ever had.

And nothing was a bigger turn on than how much he seemed to be enjoying it and i found myself falling apart embarrassingly fast. I felt my thighs start to tremble and Jungkook hugged against me, slipping another finger in, the fit now tight and I whimpered when he curled his fingers inside me, fingers tips reaching back to nudge the spot the usually sent me spiraling off the edge.

“Don’t want you to cum yet,....hold off for me.... “ He whispered suddenly, squeezing in a fourth finger and I blacked out when my orgasm hit before I could even try to stop it, clenching down on his fingers so tight that he couldn’t even move them , my muscles screaming as I gripped the duvet under my fingers.

“I ....” i couldn’t form words.

“Thought I told you not to cum.” He said softly, somewhere over me.

I swallowed.

“You... You did it on purpose ...you... fuck...”

“Did what on purpose...” He was laughing a little, and I mewled a little when his fingers rubbed on my clit again, thumb dipping into me playfully.

“Told me to not cum just before you.... Oh fuck” I choked out when he slipped his fingers right back in, and my body screamed in protest , the overstimulation making my eyes water.

“Sould i get the whip as promised?” He laughed and I froze.

“I would let you, you know. “ I said softly.

He didn’t respond but he did draw his fingers out of me. I let my legs drop down to the bed and waited for him to say something but he didn’t , so I continued, stammering a bit.

“It’s not the kind of thing i would want in general...” I admitted, “ But I didn’t like half the things we do now, once. You’re... you’re my kink.” I chuckled, feeling a bit like i was laying myself bare .

“Areum...”

“Its you...anything that makes you feel good is what makes me feel good... I love the way your eyes darken when you tie me up...The way you always want to hold me down with a little more force than necessary and the way you sometimes , purposely leave me handcuffed in a way that makes it hurt..... and its not because I’m a masochist or because i love pain but i just... I like doing it for you. “ I admitted.

I waited for him to say something, and the silence made me nervous. Had I said too much? Had I made him uncomfortable? Oh God, did he think it was too weird?

I opened my mouth, ready to apologize for making things weirds, but before I could , the blindfold came off and I blinked , confused to see him hovering over me.

“I...” He looked like he was shaking.

“Jungkook?” I asked, confused, hand reaching up to grip his cheek, concern blooming inside me because of how scared and terrified he looked.

“You.... You...What you said...” He was definitely shaking,

“I’m sorry.” I said softly. “ I didn’t mean to imply I didn’t like it..I just want you to know that I’m open to doing new things with you and you don’t have to hold yourself back......”

"Fuck .,.. Areum.. I...” He closed his eyes, laughing a little.

Genuinely worried, I brushed my thumb across his cheek in worry.

“Hey...what’s wrong?” I asked gently.

His eyes fluttered open and he stared right at me.

“I think I’m in love with you.” He whispered.

My breath got knocked right out of my lung and i gasped out loud, my mind turning to complete mush.

“I-uh...whu-buh???” I said intelligently and he laughed.

“Fuck.. i didn’t... I didn’t mean to blurt that out.. I...”

I grabbed him before he could move away, tugging his gorgeous face closer to mine.

“Did you mean that?” I croaked out, my voice raw from shock.

He stared at me doe eyes wide and open and so damn vulnerable.

“Uh...yeah.. I... “

“you stupid fucking bastard...” i choked out, raising myself up to capture his lips with mine. He groaned as he kissed back, lips opening beneath mine and tongue slipping into my mouth with the practiced familiarity of a thousand kisses behind us ad it was so amazing, how incredibly new and exciting this felt, when we had done it so many times.

I found myself grinning into the kiss as I slipped my fingers into his hair, tugging on the thick dark locks , to pull him away for a second.

“Can i take you out on a date?” I panted and he was grinning from ear to ear.

“Yeah.... Yeah... you can.”

I smiled and bit my lips, tears spilling out before i could stop myself.

“I love you so fucking much...” I whispered and he brushed his thumbs across my cheek, wiping away the dampness.

“So fucking sappy.....” He said fondly. “ Now , tell me....can I fuck you....?”

I shook my head.

Jungkook’s face fell, lips jutting out in a pout and I pressed a finger against his lips when he began to protest.

“You can’t fuck me....but you can make love to me. If you even know how.”

His gaze softened.

“I’ve always made love to you Areum.... I may have been rough but I never had anything but affection for you when I touched you.”

I couldn’t help but trace my fingers over his features, taking in the handsome curves and ridges of his face.

“ I know...but I’d still like to do it gently. Sometimes.”

He nodded.

“Anything for my gorgeous girlfriend.” He pecked my nose.

My heart leapt right up at that.

I could get used to being called that.

I wrapped both my legs around him, drawing him closer.

“How do you want it?” He whispered.

“Just you... inside. “ I rubbed my nose against his as he nodded.

He barely let me catch my breath before lining himself right up against me and sliding right in and this time, I got to hold his gaze as he slid home, saw exactly how it affected him, how pleasure hit him, hard and fast as he sank into my warmth.

“Oh fuck...” He whispered .

“Fuck me slow.... like you have all the time in the world.” I demanded, slipping my fingers in his hair and gripping hard and he grunted, gripping my waist and squeezing hard enough to bruise .

“ As you wish.” He moved his hands up to shape my breasts, thumb brushing my nipples till the nubs perked right up and I groaned when he bent over and took one of them into his mouth, all the while sliding in and out of me at a tortuously slow pace.

"I'm glad we skipped over the part where we deny our feelings.." I whispered against his lips and he grinned.

"I've never denied shit. If you remember..... This whole sex only business was entirely your idea....I asked you on a date two years ago...."

I flushed.

" I thought you were mocking me."

He shook his head , gripping me close and rolling us over so I was on top. Taking the cue, I dug my knees into the duvet and gripped his shoulders, biting my lips at the new angle .

" No , You thought I was a fuckboy..... I wasn't and I knew that I would have to work hard to prove it to you. "

"Prove that you weren't a fuckboy?"

"Prove that just because I liked sex doesn't mean I don't care about anything else.....Prove that, yes, I wanted to fuck your brains out but i also wanted to hold your hands and lick ice cream off your nose...." He rolled his hips into me and I moaned.

“Well, thank you for that. Point taken . “ I choked out.

He hummed and jugged the chain on my neck, fingers lightly tracing the inscribed JK’S.

“ So this is official?” He grinned.

I rolled my eyes.

“I belong to no one.” I said loftily and he responded my moving his hips just a little too harsh on the next thrust, making me yelp in surprise.

“This feels good...” He kissed the tip of my nose.

“Nothing like good old vanilla sex after a heartfelt confession. “ I hummed.

“But just so you know, we are definitely. playing with my toys someday.”

I gave his ear a sharp tug.

“Stop ruining the moment and fuck me.”

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itsjustmyfantasyroom · 3 years

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Unlikely lovers Chapter Four

Chapter four has landed. Here are the pervious chapters if you need a quick catch up:

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

@beccabarba and I have been so excited for his series and it means a lot to us all positive comments we have been getting about it, so thank you all for reading.

Warnings: Is episode based. Naughty girl style. Just cheeky Nick and Smut.

WC: 2488

Enjoy x

Even though you’d decided to tell the squad about your relationship, something about actually doing so was harder than either of you thought it would be. Being committed to each other in private was one thing, but facing questions and curiosity from the others – even when it was good natured – seemed like an intrusion neither of you was quite ready for. You were also both concerned about being seen as anything less than professional when you were working together – or being separated once you’d declared your relationship officially. So you were stalling, watching and waiting for the right time. Never once did you doubt Nick’s feelings for you, and you could tell by how often he was smiling these days that he was very happy in this relationship.

Before either of you had found the right moment to say something, the whole unit was swept into another investigation, a series of rapes, with victims who had picked up their rapist in the city’s gay bars. After the third such attack left the victim with serious injuries in Bellevue Hospital, it was decided that an UC surveillance operation in the popular bars, for as many nights as it took, would be the most effective way of spotting the perp. Fin and Nick were to act as patrons of the bar, watching the men around them closely, and you were installed as a bartender, in a role that gave you a wider view of activity all around the bar, especially as you cleared tables and picked up glasses.

Fin had gone to town with his UC outfit, in his flamboyant suit and shirt. Nick was much more subtle, his shirt and tie not much different to his usual work attire. But, to you, he looked amazing. In the dim lighting of the bar, pretending to sip a drink, he looked so handsome it was tough to keep your eyes off him. You understood why detectives were supposed to declare any relationships they were in, realising how distracting you found him. You knew his eyes were on you, too, and you were fairly sure he was enjoying the short skirt and slim-fitting button down you were wearing. Feeling mischievous, the next time you saw him looking, you loosened an extra button, revealing just a little more cleavage. Nick watched your fingers and looked back up to your eyes, raising an eyebrow. You gave him a little smile, and sauntered away to clear some more tables.

By the time you returned to the bar, Nick had drained his drink. He looked over at you and raised a hand to summon you. You walked over to him, as he leaned forward on his elbows, money between his fingers, and looked you up and down with a look in his eyes designed to tease.

“What can I get you, darling?” you asked. “Same again?” You ran a hand over the curve of your waist, enjoying the way his eyes followed it.

“Yeah,” he said, clearly making an effort to hide the effect you had on him. “Less ice this time.”

“No problem,” you said, taking his glass, turning to pour him a drink. He was drinking tonic water with ice and lemon, but you picked up the vodka bottle and pretended to pour it, so that it looked like Nick was just a patron at the bar, drinking along with all the others. You turned back with a smile, to find his eyes dancing, looking you up and down very obviously. You put the glass on the bar and he reached to take it from you, his fingers briefly warm against yours. A shock of electricity travelled up your arm. Even though you’d woken in his arms this morning, the tension of professional distance made every flirty look and touch seem as thrilling as when you’d first met him. You leaned forward, to speak close enough that no one else would hear you, glad Nick wasn’t wearing a wire for this operation. “From the way you’re looking at me, I don’t think you’re in the right kind of bar…” you said, then leaned back and gave him a little wink, before turning away.

You left him alone to work, and focused on scanning the crowd for a person that matched the description of the perp, but there was no one even remotely close in sight. It was looking like a bust tonight, the more the time passed by. You checked your phone and found a text from Liv, sent to you, Nick and Fin, telling you it was getting late – the crimes had all been committed earlier than this – and that you’d give it fifteen more minutes then call it a night. You glanced across at Nick, seeing him looking down at his phone. He turned and said something to Fin, who was now sitting near him at the bar, and then he looked across at you.

You nodded and smiled, acknowledging that you’d seen the message. Then you smiled in an altogether less professional way, turning to pick up the glasses from the nearest table, bending at the waist, knowing he’d be taking in the view, and knowing how short your skirt was. When you straightened up and looked back at him, Nick had a tiny, amused smile playing on his lips, but his eyes were set stern and knowing, burning with a certain intensity.

After a quick debrief, Liv told you to get an early night, since you’d likely be out in bars for the next few nights. No new attacks had been reported tonight, so the day would bring other lines of enquiry too. Nick and Fin had talked to other patrons, and managed to get a few ideas to inform the description of who you were all looking for, but you were glad to get to go home. As had become your way, you left first, with Nick following five minutes later, so as not to make anyone suspicious. Luckily, the subway ride to your place wasn’t far. As you settled next to Nick on the train, he took your hand and clasped it between his, stroking the soft skin on the inside of your wrist. He leaned closer to you, turning his face to your ear.

“You were very…naughty… tonight, mi amor,” he said very quietly, choosing his words carefully.

“Was I?” you looked at him innocently.

“You know it,” he said, smirking.

“What’re you going to do about it?” you challenged, feeling the heart building inside you already.

“You wait until I get you home,” he said in a deep tone, then looked away from you, his face settled, as if he hadn’t just sent a wave of arousal through your whole body.

You unlocked the door of your apartment, and let him through. The way he stalked through, the way he held himself, you knew he was coiled and ready to pounce. You felt the tingle of anticipation through your whole body, as you removed your coat and hung it inside the door, and he did the same.

Suddenly, with the firm hands of a detective used to restraining suspects, he grabbed hold of you and you found yourself pushed against the wall, pinned in place. You caught your breath, as heat throbbed through you, resisting the last thing on your mind.

“What’re you doing?” you said, your voice breathy, not bothering to hide your arousal.

“What I wanted to do in that bar, mi amor. With my flirty girl…” his voice was deep, his words spoken close to your ear, sending shivers through your body.

Nick grabbed your wrists, wrapping his long fingers around them, bringing them up above your head and pinning them to the wall. He took both wrists into one of his big hands, then let the tips of his fingers on the other hand brush down over your arm, coating you in goose bumps. You felt his lips come to the shell of your ear, Nick’s hot breath fanning over your skin as his hand made its way to the hem of your skirt,

“Think you were being cute mi Amor? Teasing me like that- you could have blown my cover,” Nick grabbed onto the hem of your skirt pulling it up to rest around your hips, and you gasped.

“I-I- I’ am sorry” you whimpered out with a shaky breath. Nick knew what you liked by now, but this was one of the first times he’d been quite so assertively dominant.

Nick lent his solid body into your back pressing you into the wall, his hard fabric-covered bulge pushing into you. His hand ran along the top of your thigh and up to the waist of your panties, sliding down into them, cupping you. As his pointer finger brushed along your wet core, you shivered.

“Keep your hands above your head.”

You nodded back and Nick slowly let go of your wrists brining his hand down to pull your shirt out of your skirt, his hand running up over your belly to cup your breast, squeezing it and tugging on your nipple through the silk of your bra, as two of his long fingers plunged into your warm, wet core.

“Oh Nick,” you groaned.

“See baby, it’s not hard to be good is it…”

In a flash Nick pulled away from you completely and you whined at the loss of contact. Nick grabbed your hips and turned you, pushing your back into the wall and made quick work of undoing your shirt buttons. You watched as Nick’s eyes ran over your chest and he licked his lips before pressing his body into you again, his lips connecting with your neck with big open mouthed kisses, kissing down to the top of your bra.

Your hands went up into Nick’s hair, balling into fists, and a sharp sting made you groan. When Nick pulled off with a sharp pop and you looked down at the purple mark he left behind. Nick grinned at you and you took your chance to reach up to loosen his tie pulling it out of his collar and then you both made quick work of undoing his shirt buttons and pushed it off his shoulders, it pooling at his feet behind him. Nick quickly rid himself of all his clothes, and you followed, until you were both standing there naked, your eyes scanning over each other’s body’s.

Nick pushed you back into the wall again, your wrists in both his hands above your head. Nick pushed his leg between your thighs and pushing it up into your centre, and he clenched his muscle grinding it into you. Your head fell back onto the wall, your mouth wide open. You started to roll your hips over his leg, your need to come rushing through your body.

Nick could feel your wet dripping onto his leg making it sticky, and just as he knew you were about to cum by the noses you were making, he pulled his leg away from you,

“Nick…” you complained breathlessly, and he chuckled back at you.

“Not nice being teased is it baby?”

Nick let go of your wrists, both his hands running down your body and you looked at him with narrowed eyes, seeing the sparkle in his. Nick gave you a cheeky smile, his hands resting on your hips and he pulled you off the wall and started to walk you backwards into the lounge room. Nick walked you to the edge of the couch, he spun you around, his hand going to the back on your neck and he pushed you forward, your hands planting flat on the couch cushions, the arm propping your hips up.

Nick’s hand left your neck and came to rest in the middle of your back and his other gripping on your hip. Nick started to roll his hips, running his long hard cock over your lower lips a couple of times, before you felt the hot head of it starting to slip into you, spreading you apart. Nick bucked his hips forward bottoming out, both your moans filling the room. Nick started to roll his hips up into you, in long, hard, deep rolls. His hand in the middle of your back pushing you down on the couch and the grip on your hip almost bruising,

“Such a sweet little pussy to be such a tease,” Nick grunted feeling your walls fluttering around him “You’ll be my good girl from now on won’t you baby?”

“Yes-yes always a good girl for you,” you moaned. “Harder- Nick please…”

Nick’s hands were now on both your hips pulling you back into him as he slammed into you, hitting just the right spot every time. You pushed a hand between you and couch, your fingers quickly finding your needy clit rubbing it feverishly. You started to push back into Nick just as hard as he was pulling you back, loud skin slapping skin bounced off the walls.

“Oh my god Nick,” you all but squealed, your body filling with a tidal wave of pleasure as your release charged through you, your body covered in a light sheen of sweat.

Nick’s hips got sloppy and his grunts louder, when he bucked his hips forward hard, stilled and you felt his seed spilling deep inside you as his shout of your name echoed through your apartment.

Both breathless, Nick pulled out of you and helped you stand, wrapping you in his arms, your head resting on his chest over his heart, hearing it beat loud. He peppered the top of your head with kisses, before grabbing your chin between his thumb and pointer finger titling your head back kissing you sweetly, his lips fitting with yours perfectly,

“I love you,” Nick said into your lips.

“Love you too,” you pulled back smiling up at him.

“Shower?” Nick smirked at you and you nodded back.

You both went to walk into the bathroom when you heard loud buzzes coming from your small hallway. You both rushed over to the pile of discarded cloths searching for your phones. You found yours first, looking down at Liv’s name flashing on the screen,

“Hey Liv.”

“Y/N, I’ve emailed you the details of the case, the hotel address and your plane tickets, there are four victims in Miami that I need you guys to question, make sure you tape them so Barba can use it. You’ll meet Amaro at the airport tomorrow morning. You’ll fly out then and do all the questioning the following day.”

“No worries Liv. Will do.”

You looked into your bedroom where Nick was on the phone. He let out a hearty laugh and shook his head smirking,

“Ok Fin copy that. Night”

“You heard?” You made your way to him once you’d both ended your calls.

“I did, pack your bags baby, we’re going to Miami.”

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haifengg · 3 years

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Errands - Nanami Kento

Pairing: NanamixGN!Reader

Genre: Fluff // general summer or spring feelings // Is fashion a genre?

Summary: First dating Nanami and getting to know him better. On a bigger side note also about his clothes.

Word Count: about 1.6 k

One of the things that drew you to Nanami since the very first day of working together, was the way he dressed. Not just because he was one of the very few people at the school who didn’t wear all black uniforms but because he chose seemingly the same outfit every day. Which appeared odd to you. You wondered how his wardrobe would look like and if he really owned the same set of clothes a bunch of times to rotate them on a daily basis.

Then you started observing him a little closer and not only did you mentioned his subtle perfume but also did it come to your attention that in fact he wasn’t wearing the same clothes every day. The colours variated only in nuances and the fabric too wasn’t the same. Some shirts of his were a simple cotton blend but others were made out of a more pattern woven fabric. A lot if his shirts were in fact blue. But they tend to have all sorts of different undertones. A lot of them dipping into a grey palette.

His suits also differed and after a few weeks of subtly stalking his clothes you arrived at the conclusion that he probably owned three to four different suits. Maybe some darker ones as well since housed to be a regular salary man. The beige-ness of them wasn’t all the same either. Because his shirts - even though one doesn’t see it at first - were in fact very different in warmth of the color and texture of the fabric, he had ad least two beige coloured suits. Which he always managed to match perfectly to the dress shirts.

Nanami surely had a favourite tie. Which he wore a lot and how you later found out: Owns three of. But he had a few other choices as well which he only chose when he was tied down to his desk with paperwork and wasn’t going into the field. Just as if the yellow tie with the golden touch was his battle tie. The one that boosted his confidence. Maybe even kind of his trade mark.

After taking note of all these different things you figure that he probably had to be a man of minutest detail. Not choosing too brightly coloured shirts because different shades of blue would complemented his hair better.

And you wonder if other people paid that much attention to him as well or if it was just you.

After that thought formed in your head you realised how much you were thinking about Nanami Kento over the past few weeks and that you had - according to your data and previous crushes you had on other people - fallen for him.

Luckily Nanami was paying just as much attention to you than you were paying to him. He simply was way more discreet about it. But when he eventually was certain that asking you out was worth the trouble and pondered the emotional dividend - he did it. He asked you out. Very bluntly, very straightforward and your heart dropped to your knees. Because you secretly hoped that all your rapture would never have to be acted on.

[…]

Seeing him out of work not only made you realise how sweet of a man he is behind all those glasses, holsters, fighting and stern face, but also gave you more inside about his choice of clothes. During summery after noon dates he tend to show up in light linen shirts and slacks, a different pair of glasses than the one he wore to work. You would have never taken him for a jute bag kind of guy but he carried one of these pretty often.

When you asked him about it he only smiled softly and offered to show you. Then you got into a subway, holding on to the same pole. His arm holding on to it over your shoulder, giving you a feeling of being protected. And basically forced you to stare into his chest. As you exited the train after a rather long ride at a station you’ve never been to before, he put his hand into the smallest of your back, guiding you towards the exit and standing closely behind you on the escalator. Unwillingly your heart skipped a beat because it was the first time he physically touched you.

Stepping out of the station you looked around, shielding your eyes from the sun using your hand. Yet there was nothing to see. Where ever he brought you seemed to be just a typical area were people lived. Went to work in the morning and returned to in the evening.

“Are you disappointed?” He asked, looking at you with an amused expression on his face. You deny his question and say that you’re just really confused why he wanted to show you a a suburban area of the city you both lived in.

“You wanted to know what the bag is for. I’ll show you.” He walked a few steps, then turned around when he noticed you weren’t following him. “Come on!”

So you went. And followed him. Like a shadow, once again, slowly observing his moves and actions, how he talked to the people. How he wasn’t the nicest or most polite person at work talking to his coworkers but smiled at the owner of the book shop were he went to pick up an order. You saw his eyes wrinkle as he laughed at a joke and how his eyes light up when they talked about the development of the area for about a minute.

He put the book and the paper in his jute bag.

Then he went on to the dry cleaners, pulled out a coupon from his wallet and picked up two of shirts of his. Once again he took the time to chat with the owner. The elderly lady seemed delighted to see him and they talked just as if they have known each other for a long time. One time she looked past Nanami’s tall frame to catch a glimpse at you and asked who you might be. But he cunningly smiled and replied: “I will tell you some other time.” And winked at her and the lady giggled like a young girl. You wouldn’t trust your eyes. Nanami Kento, the grumpy guy from work was flirting with the owner from the dry cleaners. Who was this man.

By the time you got to the market, the sun had long since started to set and cast long shadows over the busy vendors.

“Would you hold this for me?” Nanami asked and handed you the shirts wrapped in plastic foil. During the past one and a half hour you barely said a word to each other. But now he asked you all kinds of questions, while also chatting with the vendors and filling the jute bag on his shoulders with fruit, vegetables and all kinds of other groceries.

“Do you like fish? Or do you prefer vegetables?”

“Is there anything you don’t like?”

“How about anchovies?”

“Oh look, they got tomatoes, don’t they look just great?”

He bought bread from a small bakery at the corner of the market, strawberries from another lady in wellies and a hooverette. When she saw you following him at every turn like a little duckling, a big smile grew on her face, making her eyes disappear in a bunch of wrinkles and she gave him some extra fruits for you to try.

[…]

“So why were you carrying that bag exactly? To run errands?” You ask him, leaning back and eyeing him from across the small table in his kitchen. He twirled the stem of the wine glass between his fingers and scoffed.

“No, honestly I wanted to take you running errands with me for while so I always took the bag in case I would manage getting you to accompany me. But the opportunity just never presented.”

The honesty of his words surprised you and caused you to raise an eyebrow. “Why did you want to run errands with me?”

“Because I am a different guy with the people of my community. Of course I could have told you but how classy is that really? Showing you would be much more impressive.”

You hold up your glass to watch the light refracting in the most different shades of red. “That’s a fair point. Laos I probably wouldn’t have believed you.” His laughter chimed through the kitchen and out the open window, where the wind got hold of it and carried it away.

“You know, people tend to mistake me for someone sort of person that I am not for most of the time.” You nod and he resumed impishly like a little boy: “On another hand I wanted to show you were I live.”

“You wanted to lure me into your place?”

“Yes.” Nanami admits and laughs. He leaned back and thrummed on the table using his thumb. After you had finished the shared dinner he prepared for you after coming home he had crossed his legs and pushed up the glasses to rest on his hair.

“What for?”

You take your eyes off the shimmering wine in your glass to search for an answer in his eyes. The flashing blue eyes, so wonderfully complemented by the shirt he chose to wear today. Narrow light blue stripes. To your surprise there was nothing to search for. Because Nanami was already spelling it out for you.

“To let you know how much I like you.”

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minghaocouture · 4 years

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Pairing: Jeon Wonwoo x Gender Neutral Reader Genre: Fake Dating AU, Fluff, the tiniest of angst Warning: N/A WC: 3k+

A/N @babiemingoo THIS IS FOR YOU SWEETIE! MERRY CHRISTMAS AND I WUB UUUUUU! <33333 I hope this is okay lol. I have NEVER written a fake dating au before so it might be trash T^T but i hope you like it anyway!

Weddings, most everyone loves them. They’re a time of love and happiness. So when your brother called to tell you that he was finally getting married to his high school sweetheart, you were overjoyed!

“So do I need to mark down a plus one for you? Or are you still single?” You knew in your heart that he was just being an older brother and teasing you, but that didn’t mean it stung any less. So before you could stop yourself you lied.

“Hey, don’t jump to conclusions. I’ve got a...boyfriend.”

“You hesitated. I honestly don’t believe it.” He retorted, chuckling a bit.

“Dude, I said I have a boyfriend so you better put down that I have a plus one.” You ordered, crossing your free arm over your chest as you continued to hold your phone with the opposite one.

That conversation was a week ago, and you had yet to find anyone willing to pretend to be your boyfriend. You’d even asked your lab partner Chan! The boy looked so apologetic when you asked, telling you that his girlfriend would have his head if she found out.

Now here you were, standing outside of your roommate’s door. Hand hesitantly lifted in preparation to knock on the hard word, but you were unable to follow through with the action. You had avoided asking your roommate, Wonwoo, to be your date. After all, it might be awkward and make him uncomfortable and then you might have to find another roommate. You honestly didn’t want that, but at this point he was your only hope.

So swallowing your fear and what little pride you had left, you quickly knocked on his door. It was silent for a moment before you heard his deep voice calling out, giving you permission to enter.

Pushing open the door you leaned against the door frame, eyes glancing over the relatively clean room until they landed on the brunette as he sat at his computer desk. Dressed in a simple pair of sweatpants and a tank top that hung loose on his rather slender frame, his thick brown hair was pushed up out of his face and it definitely looked like he hadn’t brushed it today, while his thick rimmed glasses sat snugly on his nose.

“What’s up?” He questioned, eyeing you in confusion. Usually you did your best to not bother him when he’s in his room, knowing that he was usually either studying or gaming in some form and that if you needed him you should just message him unless it’s an emergency. You weren’t sure if it counted as an emergency but it sure felt like it.

“Hey sorry, but I have a huge favor to ask.”

“No.” The words left his lips before you could even utter your request. Without any care he turned his chair back around to face the computer in front of him, leaving you to stare open mouthed and wide eyed at the black leather of his computer chair.

“I didn’t even get to ask yet!” You exclaimed, taking a few steps into the room and ending up right behind his chair. “You at least have to hear me out!”

“I mean I don’t.” his deep voice muttered as his fingers clacked away on the keyboard, showing that he was fully intent on ignoring you.

“Nunu please! I’ll pay for your half of groceries of a month!”

The clacking stopped and slowly he turned in his chair to fix his gaze upon you.

“Make it two month and I’ll hear you out.”

Two months of groceries just for him to listen to the request, that didn’t even mean he would go through with it. You felt your bank account weep as you let out a deep sigh.

“Fine, two months. So will you listen to me?” His gaze didn’t leave you as he nodded, urging you to continue. “Okay so you know my brother right? Mingyu? Well...he’s getting married in like a week or so and he wants me to go and I-”

“If i have to be your fake boyfriend you better be prepared to do my house chores for at least a month, on top of the groceries.” You knew this wouldn’t be easy but at this point you were desperate.

“Fine! Two months of groceries, a month of your chores. Just please please be my fake boyfriend for my brother’s wedding!”

***

“If we’re late it’s going to be your fault!” You heard Wonwoo call from your shared living room. You were putting the finishing touches on your outfit for the wedding, having gotten out the best outfit for the event. You wanted to make sure you looked fantastic for this. You were also admittedly a bit anxious that either you or Wonwoo would slip up.

Sure you guys had gone through your ‘love story’, about how the two of you moved in together when your mutual friend Seungcheol had suggested it, since he knew you both needed roommates, and how the two of you ended up slowly falling in love over the course of the year. It was basically a fool proof story, basically.

“If you take any longer I’ll just go on my own and enjoy the free food.”

With a groan you made your final adjustments to your attire before rushing out of the room. You weren’t sure that Wonwoo would actually leave you but you weren’t going to take the chance that he would.

Though the sight that met you in the living room was not one you had expected.

Normally when you thought of Wonwoo, you imagined your frumy roommate probably in some kind of oversized sweater, his hair a bit messy and his glasses firmly on display. He wasn’t ugly or anything, but you had never been put into a situation where his attractiveness was fully on display.

Today though, his hair was actually brushed and styled to where the dark brown locks covered just a bit of his forehead. His suit jacket and matching trousers were a rich brown that reminded you of the color of dark chocolate, just a few shades darker than his hair. His pure white shirt was buttoned all the way to his neck and a cross-over tie fit perfectly the finish off his outfit. To your surprised, his glasses were nowhere to be seen and you were fairly sure that this was the first time you had ever seen him with contacts in. Needless to say, you were a bit stunned. This also gave Wonwoo a bit of time to examine you.

“You clean up nice.” He muttered turning away from you so that he could grab your keys out of the bowl next to the door where they were kept. Turning back to you, he tossed them and by some miracle you did in fact catch them.

“Uh...yeah, you do too.” You said, finally catching yourself starting. Quickly you tried to stop the rapid throbbing of your heart but it definitely didn’t want to listen to you. Probably the nerves. “I’m surprised you actually brushed your hair.”

Your words brought a deep chuckle from the man as he followed you out the door, making sure to lock it behind him.

“Well, I’m meeting my significant other’s family for the first time. Gotta make a good impression.”

His words caused a series of butterflies to erupt into your stomach. This was going to be a long day.

***

The ceremony went about as good as expected, your mother basically sobbing out of happiness during the entire ceremony. To keep up appearances, Wonwoo kept your hand laced with his own and to your surprise that was all you could think about. His skin on yours, it was ridiculous how fixated you seemed to be on it.

As the reception began and your brother and his new wife started making the rounds, receiving congratulations and large hugs. As he saw your table, he made a beeline straight for you, pulling you into a tight hug and lifting your feet off of the ground in the process. Either you were hearing things or that for some reason caused Wonwoo to laugh ever so slightly.

“Okay okay you got your hug Gyu, put me down.” Your elder brother cackled before planting your feet firmly back onto the floor. As soon as he let go, his eyes were on your ‘boyfriend’. He gave Wonwoo a good once over, obviously sizing him up.

“You know, when they told me they had a boyfriend I thought they had made you up.” He declared with a hearty laugh before extending his hand and introducing himself. “I’m Mingyu, it’s nice to meet you. Wish that one had mentioned you sooner.”

Wonwoo took his hand and firmly shook it, a soft smile on his face.

“Well, they told me all about you. I’m Wonwoo, by the way.” This part was surprisingly truthful. You had given him a run down of your family so that he wouldn’t be caught off guard by anyone coming up to meet him. It was better than letting him go in blind.

“Well, you better take care of them or I’ll be on your ass. I’m the only one that gets to mess with my sibling? Got that?”

“Mingyu, are you seriously giving him the shovel talk...at your own wedding?”

Mingyu looked over at you, almost appalled that you would think any less of him.

“Of course! I’m still your big brother, I’m not on vacation just because I’m at my wedding. Besides, my darling will understand.” The mention of his beloved wife seemed to change his whole demeanor. You of course knew his wife, they had been dating for quite a few years and she had been to so many family gatherings it was almost like they had been married before this.

With a laugh, you gave him a quick shove.

“Well you better hurry back, or she’ll get bored without you.” Rushing him away was mostly so that he would lay off his whole big brother routine. Glancing over at Wonwoo though, he didn’t seem to mind. In fact you could almost describe the smile on his face as a fond one. It was...nice.

As your brother left, you caught Wonwoo’s gaze flickering towards the dance floor. He didn’t say anything though and a silence fell over the two of you. It was strange, back at home you never had any problems talking to him. Yet here it seemed like your throat had completely closed up, no words able to leave it.

“He seemed nice.”

“Oh, Mingyu? He’s an ass, but he’s honestly the best brother I could ask for. Honestly, you two would probably get along pretty well.” You explained, thinking about how their personalities would probably compliment each other pretty well. This led to...other thoughts, thoughts of Wonwoo coming to family gatherings as if he were actually your boyfriend. It wasn’t a bad thought in the slightest, but...it was a thought you were hoping to avoid.

He hummed softly in agreement, his eyes once again gazing back over at the dance floor. This time, swallowing your anxiety and uncertainty you spoke up again.

“Did you...want to dance?” Instantly his eyes were on you and you quickly covered for yourself, voice quieting down to a whisper so that the only one who would hear you would be him. “I mean...it would probably be good at making this more believable. I also think I see my mom coming over.” You muttered. Meeting your mother wouldn’t be a bad thing, but it was definitely something you wanted to put off.

Not answering your invitation, Wonwoo stood and extended his hand out to you. His dark brown eyes bore into yours. Glancing over at your advancing mother, you quickly took his hand and he led you out onto the dance floor. The slow melody playing through the speakers surprisingly had your heart racing, or was that caused by the hand that now gently gripped your waist? For your sanity and the sake of your home situation, you decided to say it was the music.

The music seemed to flow through the two of you as your bodies slowly grew closer and closer until you were chest to chest. It felt like time had all but stopped around the two of you, all you could see was Jeon Wonwoo, your nerdy roommate and the man who was somehow sweeping you off your feet (metaphorically, of course). It was right there, in his arms, that you realized what a bad idea this was. Yet that realization didn’t stop you from resting your head against Wonwoo’s shoulder, eyes drifting closed as the two of you swayed to the melody.

“Can I kiss you?”

All at once things seemed to snap back into place as you heard his voice. It was a simple question, but it still had your heart racing. You lifted your head so that you were able to stare into his eyes, questioning his intentions.

“Your mom has been staring at us, I think she’s expecting it.” He muttered, his voice low so that you were the only one who could hear him. It was for the lie...he didn’t actually want to kiss you, you were foolish for getting your hope up. You couldn’t find you voice to respond so you simply nodded your head.

Taking this affirmation, he removed one of his hands from your waist and hesitantly cupped your cheek. You felt heat rush to your face as he inched forwards, almost as if someone had put him into slow motion. Then all at once his slightly chapped lips were on yours and it felt like your heart had stopped. For a second you even forgot to kiss back, but it only lasted a moment. Your arms wrapping tighter around his neck to pull him a bit closer, deepening the kiss.

Then all too quickly, he pulled back and you didn’t stop him. After all, this was just for show it wasn’t like he was kissing you because he wanted to. The thought caused your heart to clench inside your chest.

“I’ll be right back.” Without giving him a chance to respond, you slipped from his arms and power walked out of the reception hall to the bathroom. Maybe there you could get a clear head and remember your place.

You weren’t sure how long you were in the bathroom, but by the time you returned to the reception hall Wonwoo had returned to your previous seats. This time though, he was accompanied by your mother, and they seemed to be laughing and having a chat. As you approached you heard your mother speaking.

“Now Wonwoo dear, I’m surprised that my child hasn’t mentioned you before! The two of you seem so in love that I’m just shocked!” She exclaimed, obviously amping the drama. She was your mother after all. Wonwoo let out a small chuckle, his deep voice filling your ears despite it being soft.

“I asked them not to. I wasn’t sure that you would approve of me, so we decided to take things slowly. I realize that’s probably a pretty crappy excuse but, I really love them. So I just wanted to make sure I did things right.”

That...was not the reasoning you guys had decided upon. He was supposed to say that you were nervous or something like that, put the blame on you. You felt conflicted hearing his answer, but you weren’t really given time to think about it when your mother noticed you closing in.

“Oh darling! I’m so glad you decided to bring Wonwoo tonight. He is such a doll, and you better be bringing him to our family Christmas!” She declared, standing to pull you into a tight hug before turning her attention back to Wonwoo. “And you don’t have to worry about missing out with your family. We celebrate on the 24th so people can visit other families on Christmas day.”

“I’ll be sure to be there ma’am.”

“Well I’ll leave you two love birds alone. No helicopter moming for me tonight.” With a quick kiss on your cheek and a small “love you” your mother was gone.

Taking a seat back down at your table, you stared at the decor. A small candle inside of a little glass orb with a circular opening on the top. The way the light flickered kept your mind focused.

“How much did you hear?” He questioned, you couldn’t bring yourself to look over at him, your heart was pounding far too quickly and you were almost certain he could hear it.

“Uhh, the whole part where you ‘wanted to do things right’.”

You heard a small sigh escaping from him and your eyes left the candle, watching as he ran a hand through his hair before looking back over at you.

“I guess this is a pretty lousy way to tell you that I do actually have feelings for you. Isn’t it?”

“I mean, kind of? But it’s cool, I did a pretty bad job of expressing my feelings too.” with a small laugh, you reached over and took his hand and laced his fingers with yours. Your eyes met and you saw the sweetest smile erupt onto his face.

“Can I kiss you again?” His words came out soft, barely audible over the music in the room.

“Only if I get to call you my boyfriend for real.”

“I think I can make that deal.”

#caratwritersclub #kdiarynet #kdiner #seventeen x reader #seventeen imagine #seventeen scenario #svt x reader #svt imagine #svt scenario #wonwoo x reader #wonwoo imagine #wonwoo scenario

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ryukoishida · 4 years

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QianQiu/Thousand Autumns Fic: In which gang leader!YWS and school teacher!SQ falls in love.

Title: You’re a Problem I Encounter Fandom: Qian Qiu / Thousand Autumns Characters/Ships: YanShen Rating: NSFW eventually Chapter: 1/? Summary: Yan Wushi was the proud leader of Huan Yue Group, one of the most influential syndicates in the underground world, who wanted nothing more than to see the world burn. His accidental encounter with the pure-hearted school teacher Shen Qiao was a problem he didn’t expect to get entangled in. A/N: A syndicate!AU that literally nobody asks for. It’s also been awhile since I last wrote a fic, so please excuse awkward/bad writing. Sobs. List of Chapters: [1] [2] [3]

i. First Encounter

“Tie the pretty boy up nice and tight,” Sang Jingxing ordered his subordinates in a lazy drawl, his face half hidden in the shadow of the poorly lit room, but even the darkness couldn’t conceal the cruel smile crawling along the lips of the deputy leader of He Huan Group. As he stepped away from the wall and began walking towards his captive, his grin widening when he saw how much of a mess his men had made of the young man, his foot crushed the discarded glasses that’d been knocked off the man’s face during the brief but vicious fight.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

Glancing down at the half-conscious man bound at the wrists behind his back, Sang Jingxing grabbed a fistful of his hair and forced his neck to crane back.

“We don’t want you running back to your daddy so soon again, do we?”

The only response he received was a pained groan. A sound that sent trills of excitement down Sang Jingxing’s back.

It had taken four trained men to finally take Shen Qiao down. By the time the scuffle ended, Xiao Se had an impressive bruise on his right cheek, Yan Shou had bloodied scratches along one of his arms, Huo Xijing had been elbowed directly in the solar plexus and was still recovering on the ground, and Bai Rong was smart enough to retreat just after receiving a blow that barely missed her eyes.

After a valiant attempt at escaping, Shen Qiao was no match for the sheer number of guards Sang Jingxing had assigned to keep him under surveillance in the end.

“At least not before we get what we want, isn’t that right, my dear?” Sang Jingxing turned towards the woman with an overly saccharine smile.

Yuan Xiuxiu rolled her eyes at her partner’s theatrics, but after working and managing He Huan Group together for so many years, she was used to his antics by now, so she merely ran a hand through her wavy hair and replied, “I don’t care what you do with the boy – torture him, fuck him – do whatever you want. Just don’t go overboard. We still need him alive if we were to negotiate with Qi Fengge.”

“Whatever you say, dear,” Sang Jingxing said to Yuan Xiuxiu’s retreating back as the leader of He Huan Group slammed the cell door shut behind her without another word.

There were no windows, just a lone, bare lightbulb swinging back and forth from the ceiling casting a meager glow of light in the underground chamber.

“Ah… Shen Qiao. Do you know how much of a pain in the ass it was to steal you away under Qing Fengge’s nose?” he’d released his grip on Shen Qiao’s hair, and his head lolled forward like a broken, ragged doll. Blood streaks on his face made his complexion more pallid, and the only sign that he was still breathing was the shallow rise and fall of his chest.

Sang Jingxing continued, circling his captured prey like a hawk. “I get that you’re his adopted son, but you aren’t even meant to be his successor, so why does he spent so much of his resources on protecting you?”

He wasn’t really expecting an answer, but he wanted to have fun with the boy first before he dived straight into business. With a leering, animalistic gleam in his eye, Sang Jingxing reached out towards Shen Qiao’s bruised face, thumb roughly brushing against the man’s lower lip as he tried to force his finger past the seam of his lips.

Though Shen Qiao was in no shape to fight back, he was not a man who surrendered as long as a drop of strength still remained inside him. He twisted away from his captor’s hand and swiftly angled his head to bite Sang Jingxing’s finger with a snarl, hazel eyes bloodshot from what little adrenaline still lingered in his system during the fight.

Sang Jingxing hissed in pain, fury flashing across his eyes as he yanked his hand back, and Shen Qiao felt a sharp blow across his cheek just a short second later. Taste of iron flooded in his mouth.

“Playing hard-to-get is cute the first time around,” Sang Jingxing muttered while inspecting the teeth marks Shen Qiao had inflicted on him, before he put his hand on Shen Qiao once more, “but I don’t have that much patience, even for a beauty like you.”

He wrapped his fingers around Shen Qiao’s neck and started to squeeze with real intent to hurt.

“Yan Wushi, how did you—!” Yuan Xiuxiu’s muffled high-pitched exclaim transmitted through the thin walls of the basement and was interrupted by a distressed scream.

Before Sang Jingxing could react or shout for backup, he heard the men who were stationed outside the cell yelped in surprise and agony, and two successive bodily thuds later, the cell door was busted open.

Two men strode in with confident steps. The one leading had a cold, lethal look to his maroon eyes, the streak of star-silver locks a stark contrast to his otherwise dark, slicked back hair. In between his index and middle fingers was a small silver blade, still dripping with fresh blood of his latest victims; he wiped the blood off with a clean handkerchief that the younger man standing just half a step behind him handed him with the kind of easy elegance that one couldn’t simply mimic.

“Sang Jingxing, has He Huan Group lost so much money these days that you can’t even afford decent guards anymore?” the older man sneered.

“Leader Yan,” the utter of the respectful title was pleasant enough, but they’d been rivals long enough to know that there was no amiability in this exchange, “what’s the meaning of this?”

“I heard you got yourself a new plaything,” Yan Wushi said, glancing over at the barely conscious Shen Qiao with one of his eyebrows raised, “is that him?”

“What is it to you?” Sang Jingxing asked, narrowing his eyes. His flexed his fingers instinctively, his muscles taut and itching to reach for the revolver tucked inside his suit jacket. If anything, at least he was certain that the bullet would find its target faster than Yan Wushi could cause any real damage with his infamous silver blade. It had been awhile since they last confronted each other face to face like this, but Sang Jingxing could never forget the scars and humiliation of defeat from their last meeting.

“Oh, calm down,” Yan Wushi chuckled, the other man’s subtle signs to initiate the first attack all too obvious under his trained observation, “I’m not here to pick a fight, unless you’ve already forgotten what that was like the last time that happened.”

Sang Jingxing pressed his lips tight, silent anger threatening to boil over in the form of whipping out his revolver and pulling the trigger, but he didn’t dare — not when he knew he’d already lost. The fear of losing once again to this man – this monster – was simmering at the back of his mind, and he had a feeling that he wouldn’t be able to get away with just a long, ugly cut along his back this time.

“That’s what I thought,” the corner of Yan Wushi’s lips curved up slightly into a cold smile, “let’s not waste any time here. I’ll take what I want, and then we’ll each go our separate ways, hmm?”

“Yu Shengyan,” the leader of Huan Yue Group commanded his assistant with a nod towards the bloodied man still tied up in the chair a few steps away from them. Without further instructions, Yu Shengyan quickly ran over to Shen Qiao and started to cut the ropes loose. With practiced swipes of his switchblade, it took him only a short moment before he freed Shen Qiao.

At this point, Shen Qiao had already completely fainted, and when released from his restraints, he fell forward limply into Yu Shengyan’s arms.

“What do you want with Qi Fengge’s kid anyway?” Sang Jingxing asked. Though he’d given up on trying to keep Shen Qiao in his possession, curiosity still got the best of him.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” Yan Wushi only said with a laugh.

Carrying Shen Qiao on his back, Yu Shengyan followed his master out of the dank basement cell, thrilled that he got to witness Yan Wushi scaring the shit out of Sang Jingxing and his minions, but mostly confused about the purpose of this confrontation. He didn’t know what to expect when Yan Wushi had suddenly ordered him to come to He Huan Group’s headquarters. To be honest, the young assistant had been half-expecting the gang leader to start a bloodshed for one reason or another — after all, it wouldn’t have been the first time Yan Wushi went off the rails due to the most miniscule of reasons — but he’d never thought they’d be rescuing a stranger.

They were rescuing him, right? Yu Shengyan was hesitant as he carefully placed the unconscious man into the back of the car before slipping into the driver’s seat. Glancing over at his master out of the corner of his eye, the young man almost felt sorry for Shen Qiao, for he recognized that particular look on Yan Wushi’s face.

It probably would not bode well for the man still unaware of what he’d gotten himself into by getting accidentally entangled into Yan Wushi’s life.

#qian qiu #thousand autumns #shan he jian xin #yanshen #yan wushi #shen qiao #bowie's crappy writing

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nahimjustfeelingit-writes · 4 years

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Imagine:

M’Baku and Erik have the pleasure of sharing a woman for one night. It turns into a regular routine of threesomes. She gets pregnant, and doesn’t know which one of them could be the father.

Warnings: Smut, pregnancy kink, threesome first time writing for M’Baku.

“I think you need to come to your senses,” M’Baku laughs loud and booming before approaching his friend, Erik, shoving the young man roughly against his left shoulder, “Zalika is mine, Erik, and I don’t like it when what’s mine is messed with.”

“Oh, so that’s a threat? Remember, she approached me first, way before she even knew we were friends,” Erik uses both of his hands to shove M’Baku back harder, “and DONT put your fucking hands on me unless you wanna die, brother,” Erik spoke snidely with a warning finger almost stabbing M’Baku in his face before readjusting his suit jacket, a mug set on his handsome, chiseled face.

“OH! So that is the excuse you give? So she approaches you...but plans a booty call with me?” M’Baku says with his strong and powerful African accent, “Who has the upper hand now, brother, hm? Looks like I will finally get to taste the cocoa beauty. I bet she tastes just like cacao beans to,” M’Baku’s thick, taffy colored tongue swipes across his full upper lip before his teeth lined with silver caps tugged sexily on his bottom lip.

“See, that’s where you’re wrong. It looks like I’m fucking her from the texts she sent me...texting me pictures of that phat peace of pussy covered with lace panties between her thighs...telling a nigga to come over and suck up her pussy in my mouth...she say that to you? Baku?” Erik gives M’Baku a sly smirk.

“I’ll do you one better,” M’Baku pulls out his phone, “Last text she sent me was this,” M’Baku held up his phone towards Erik for him to see. M’Baku’s loud laugh almost rattled the walls when he looked at Erik’s stuck expression. Erik removes his gold-rimmed glass, eyes blinking with disbelief while his lips parted.

“Sheeeeesh,” Erik’s pouty bottom lip dragged between his teeth, “She ain’t send a nigga that...she got them big, suckable nipples…”

“Even through her wet T-shirt they look delicious...like they want to rip through, right?” M’Baku grunts deeply enough to vibrate your senses, “I plan on biting them with my teeth...leave a mark.”

Erik removes his suit jacket, hanging it up on a brass coat rack that stood at the entrance of his apartment door. He takes a seat next to M’Baku on a black suede sectional, leaning over in hopes of catching another sexy photo of Zalika. M’Baku quickly locks his phone before tucking it in the pocket of his slacks, standing from the couch.

“I showed you one photo, you don’t need to see the rest. It gets better and better... what is one photo to the amount that I have from her alone,” M’Baku spoke in a cocky manner.

“Let me see you match what I got. And just because I told you about one photo, that doesn’t mean it’s just one,” Erik pulls out his phone, “You see this?” Erik swipes his finger up and up to show all the sexy photos Zalika sent him. He looks from M’Baku to his phone, eyebrows raised in challenge, “That’s about a good 20 photos right there for me to bust a nut to so what’s up?”

“Says the man who will be in here for the rest of the evening while I go spend time with Zalika myself. Did I tell you how much she loves it when I speak Xhosa? She says it makes her pussy nice and wet for me.”

“Wow, that's it? Damn, she tells you how wet she is,” Erik strokes his chin, “While she shows me how wet she is…” Erik hummed, “And it gets wet...tastes good too-

“YOU FUCKED HER?” M’Baku damn near charged over to Erik, his 6’5, 250lbs body right above him while he sat back on the couch with a nonchalant expression.

“Nah, She just let me suck her fingers that’s all,” Erik spoke casually, knowing that it would piss M’Baku off, “She’s a creamer too, I can almost taste how sweet that pussy is,” Erik makes multiple slurping sounds with his mouth and tongue, laughing at how angry M’Baku looked at the moment. Erik was almost to tears while bending over with his hand clutching his abs.

M’Baku was seething, teeth flared, before walking away to pace back and forth, “I will see her today, we are going to talk about this. I don’t like being played with. She’s confused and if I have to make her come to a decision, I will, even if that means stuffing my dick down her throat.”

“She ain’t confused. It’s obvious, right? She wants two dicks instead of one. Like I said, she knows that me and you are cool. Let’s just give her little ass what she wants. It’s been a minute since we shared some pussy...remember Michelle from grad school? Remember how we tore that up?”

“Michelle...oh, yes...Michelle,” M’Baku gives a knowing smirk, “I wonder how she’s doing.”

“Shee old news, Baku, let’s focus on Zalika. You’re seeing her in class tonight...invite her over,” Erik says with a roguish grin.

“I told you, I don’t want to share her,” M’Baku spoke through clenched teeth, “Like it or not, Erik, she is mine. Don’t you have other options? You could have any other girl on your phone but instead you want Zalika? Let me have her...I want her so fucking bad I just might handle her after class myself.”

“Yeah, we’ll see...if she hits me up tonight with that wyd text I’m putting this steel on her,” He says with a subtle arch of his brow, “you don’t think I want a piece of that puss just as much as you?”

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Zalika walked into her evening class, an Xhosa language course. It’s an elective that was a new edition to UCLA. The sprinkling of thirteen students were listening attentively to Professor M’Baku fluently speak the Bantu language of South Africa. Zalika’s father is from Botswana and he moved to California for med school where he met Zalika’s mother, an Art History Major. She always wanted to learn how to speak Xhosa and when Professor M’Baku who is also her English professor told her about the evening course she added it to her already overwhelming schedule. The wedges on Zalika’s feet clattered against the polished tile floor all the way to her designated seat; seat number three, in the front row. The intense, masculine aroma that Zalika damn near memorized within her senses made her smile the minute she planted her round, dark chocolate ass down in her seat.

“U-Miss Zalika,” M’Baku says, stilling Zalika’s movements, “kuhlwile kwakhona?”

“....uhm...Intoni?” Zalika adjusts her black, cat-eyed frames lined with rhinestones.

“How long have you been coming to my class and all you can say to me is WHAT?” M’Baku squints at her.

“I’m sorry, I have other classes and...it’s becoming overwhelming, Sir, that’s all-

“No excuses,” M’Baku pushes up the sleeves to his navy blue dress shirt aggressively, “kufuneka sithatha.”

The clicks he made with his tongue whenever he spoke Xhosa has Zalika sucking the gloss off of her bottom lip and pressing her inner thighs together. She could understand him clearly but he didn’t need to know that. Just what did they need to talk about exactly? Everything seemed to be going smoothly between them. Zalika opens her designated notebook for the course, turning it sideways so that she could look over the Xhosa alphabet. Learning the click constants was their focus lately and Zalika found it hard to keep up, pulling extra time to study them whenever she had downtime like doing her laundry or cooking dinner.

For the remainder of the class, Zalika took notes and practiced Xhosa phrases and click constants with a classmate. Whenever she had a question, Zalika would call for M’Baku in Xhosa like he instructed his students to do for added practice. He would squeeze Zalika’s shoulder gently while leaning over her desk, helping her sound out the phrases and occasionally glancing at her. His eyes would travel from her glossy lips all the way down to smooth, dark chocolate cleavage. This thick, tall, beautiful African man with such a stern voice and obvious ruthless personality turned Zalika on heavily, so heavy that she wanted to make his face a seat while he growled into her folds.

After the class, all the students filled out except for Zalika who lingered behind acting as if she needed to ask Professor M’Baku a question. While he wiped down the white board, Zalika watched the door softly close shut leaving the both of them alone finally. As her eyes went back to M’Baku he gave her a cunning smile before strolling over to her. She held her ground but the more he approached, the more Zalika realized just how big, and intimidating this man is. 6’5 and 250 lbs stood before her. He crosses his thick, beefy arms across his chest, the outline of the tattoo on his arm teasing her eyes.

“You wanted to talk?” Zalika finally says.

“Let’s get straight to the point, yes? What are you doing with me, hm?” He asks with his profound voice ringing in her ears.

“Having fun...what else?” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s tie, twirling it around her finger, twisting it tightly, “You don’t want to have fun with me?”

“You call this fun? Toying with me? Let me tell you something, Zalika...I plan on handling you properly...tonight. Why are you talking to Erik? Who do you belong to?”

Every time Zalika tried to speak M’Baku would cut her breath short.

“Can I speak?” Zalika spoke defensively.

“...Yes,” M’Baku reluctantly says before leaning on the edge of his desk. Zalika’s eyes swept the classroom before they fell back on M’Baku.

“I’m feeling Erik too. I’m feeling both of you, actually.”

The muscles in M’Baku’s jaw popped out from grinding his teeth hard. His eyes narrowed at Zalika for a long time. He could taste the anger on his tongue from her words. Erik was right, Zalika wanted both of them to herself. Standing there in front of him with tight leggings, a very revealing top, and heels on her feet, M’Baku couldn’t be angry with her. She smelled like strawberries and her dark chocolate skin glistened. Whatever this woman wanted he would give her. Anything to have her; taste her. She gave M’Baku a kittenish smile while fluttering her lashes at him slowly.

“I know I should have told you that I was talking to him as well, I apologize for that. I just...I can’t help my feelings towards the both of you…” Zalika approaches M’Baku, standing between his legs and wrapping her arms around his shoulders, “Baku…” she whispered, “Please don’t be mad at me, daddy...I just want to see what it will be like if I had both of you to myself…”

“Fuck, Zalika,” M’Baku’s shoulders slumped with defeat, “Look at what you do to me girl.”

“Huh?” Zalika spoke breathlessly. M’Baku grabs one of her arms from around his neck, dropping it over his crotch. Her hand drags down, mouth widening and eyes falling to his lap.

“Daddy...this is all of you?”

“Not all of me,” M’Baku spoke dangerously, “You have played with me long enough, Zalika, it’s time you take care of your master...emadolweni akho.”

Zalika drops to her knees almost instantly, a voracious look in her eyes as she watches M’Baku pull his slacks down with his briefs. The beauty of his big black dick couldn’t be put into words. It is very very girthy. Damn...Zalika wanted to ride that dick. Ain’t nothing like a black man’s dick, she thought before grabbing him, wrapping her hand around him as best as she could. She could feel the power that he beholden from how much he pulsates in the palm of her hand. This would definitely hurt but she wouldn’t chicken out on the opportunity. There is a first for everything.

“Focus on all of me. There are too many parts untouched...unappreciated,” M’Baku unbuttons his dress shirt, his thick torso revealed to her, “you said you love sucking dick? Worship me then.”

Zalika stares at his thick, mammoth of a dick with bewildered eyes, “Baku...I don’t think I can.”

M’Baku fusses in Xhosa, “Open your mouth, girl.”

“And here I thought Erik’s dick was huge,” Zalika spoke under her breath.

“What was that?” M’Baku pulls on Zalika’s 4C fro to make her look up at him, “Did I hear you use Erik’s name with my dick in your hand? HUH? Who are you supposed to be focusing on at the moment!”

“You,” Zalika spoke quickly, bringing M’Baku’s dick to her mouth to slap her lips with it, eyes pleading, “You, daddy, you,” She opens wide, sinking him into her mouth with timid eyes. Her throat kept clenching up on her so Zalika had to pull him from her mouth, hawk spit on it a few times, before trying again. With the added moisture she was able to get about three inches of him inside.

“FUCK ZALIKA!” M’Baku hisses, “I finally got you, girl...I finally got my dick in your beautiful mouth. I would have done anything to get my dick in your mouth...now I need it in that sweet pussy, girl.”

“Mm-

“Take it easy, Zalika, you will take your time when sucking me, girl, I don’t like it when you rush.”

“EK!” Zalika gagged, “ghah, ghah, ghah,” she squeezes her eyes as her throat closes up.

“Mmm, Zalika,” M’Baku wipes her tears away, “sloppy and slow is exactly how I like it...keep going, girl.”

“I can’t, you’re so big in my mouth,” Zalika’s bottom lip quivered from being stretched, “Baku, I can’t it’s so much-

Zalika was silenced with M’Baku’a dick back in her mouth. She grabbed for his legs, squeezing his enormous calves each time his dick hit the back of her throat. She was going to have a sore throat after this.

“That’s it, girl, yesssssss, FUCK ZALIKA. Did you let Erik have this mouth too? You don’t have to talk, just nod your head...did he have this mouth before me?”

Zalika shakes her head no while M’Baku’s smooth, ebony dick barley slides in and out of her mouth.

“Very good,” M’Baku’s lips poked out and his eyes rolled back, “fuck ewe...fuck ewe...uziva ulungile,” M’Baku’s hips were off of the desk, one large hand on the back of her head to keep her in place while his vast dick released a plentiful amount of cum. No wonder, his balls are heavy and big. She could feel the cum that couldn’t fit down her throat fall to her cleavage.

“Look at me, Zalika,” he asked with a shallow breath escaping his mouth.

Zalika met his eyes while wiping his cum from her cheeks.

“If I find out that you fucked Erik, I will fuck the living shit out of you,” he spoke evenly with vengeful eyes, “I will not be gentle, entle, I will show you just how angry I am when I punish that sweet pussy, girl.”

That was a challenge for her. Rubbing her throat, Zalika nods, unable to properly speak since M’Baku abused her vocal cords.

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Erik was just stepping out of his shower when he heard M’Baku, his roommate and best friend enter the luxury apartment. It was way past the time for him to be home from his evening class and the thought of that alone has Erik squeezing the hell out of his bottle of body wash, spilling the contents to the bathroom floor. Frustrated, Erik takes a hand towel to clean it up, his other hand trying to keep the fluffy black towel around his waist together. Balling it up and tossing it in a linen wicker basket in the bathroom, Erik steps from the bathroom, M’Baku making his way down the hall with his work satchel in one hand, and his suit jacket in the other. M’Baku couldn’t fight the evil grin on his face when he noticed Erik’s irritation.

“You fucked her, didn’t you?”

M’Baku chuckles while opening his bedroom door, “Good night, brother.”

The humor laced in his voice made Erik’s blood boil and his water stricken skin gave his lean muscles more definition as they flexed with rage.

“Did she tell you about me?” Erik is standing in M’Baku’s doorway now with his towel hanging on for dear life around his tapered hips, “cuz last time I checked she still hitting my phone.”

“She did,” M’Baku removes his tie, “But after what I gave her tonight, you can forget everything. She knows who her real daddy is.”

“Nah, we’ll see about that,” Erik challenged M’Baku Before walking away and towards his bedroom. Once he is inside, Erik closes his door, grabbing his cell from the bed and automatically calls Zalika. She answers on the third ring, her sweet, airy voice making his dick twitch.

“Baby girl,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone, “You want me to come over there and beat that ass?”

“Hello to you too, Erik,” Zalika responds, “and why are you threatening to spank me?”

“M’Baku is back home...he told me that he gave you something tonight...you mind telling me what that something is?”

“Teh,” Zalika sassed, “It’s no concern of yours, E, all you need to worry about is me and you.”

“Zalika, I’m not playing with you...did he hit that puss?”

“...no,” Zalika finally says, “But I did suck his dick.”

“Hmm,” Erik hummed into the phone, the sound vibrating into Zalika’s ear, “You’re a nasty bitch, Zalika. Couldn’t control yourself, could you?”

“He made me...I liked it though...I haven’t had dick in my mouth for a long time…my throat is still pretty sore.”

“Fuck,” Erik pulls his towel from his waist, “If you’re such a slut it shouldn’t matter how sore that throat is...you’ll want more dick, right?”

“True...what? You got more for me?”

“Why don’t you come through...I’ll show you.”

“M’Baku is home,” Zalika says, “Wouldn’t he hear?”

“Girl, I don’t give a fuck about that. I pay the bills in this bitch too so what? He ain’t got control over this. You coming over or what?” Erik spoke with malice.

The aggression in both of them is one of the reasons why Zalika can’t leave both men alone. She first met Erik on campus as a substitute teacher for a physics course. He’s a Radiological Physicist. The chemistry between them both was undeniable and Zalika needed to see him outside of class. Since she wants to be an engineer herself, she would schedule tutoring time with Erik at the schools library and that’s when they exchanged numbers and started sexting.

“Yeah, I’ll come over, daddy,” Zalika says with a seductive voice, “Keep that dick nice and hard for me.”

“I’m getting some of that puss too, Zalika...you show up at my door I’m using both of your holes to empty my nut and think I’m playing,” Erik warns.

“Unh,” Zalika moans.

“Had me waiting way too long for you, ma...can’t wait to beat it up,” He spoke with a rough tone, “Hurry up.”

“Yes, daddy.”

“Get off the phone,” Erik ordered and then soon after, the call ended.

The wait will finally be over, he was about to dive in that wet ass pussy he’d been longing for. She is freaky on the phone. She better be just as freaky in person. All of that stop, it’s too big, I can’t take it, all of that shit will not stop Erik from tearing her little ass up. Have her walking funny and feeling his fat ass dick in her pussy forever. M’Baku wasn’t a heavy sleeper so he will hear everything from her moans to her cheeks clapping and Erik didn’t give a fuck. He offered to share her since Zalika wanted them both but M’Baku wanted to be possessive of the girl. She wants BOTH OF THEM. One dick in her mouth, and one in her pussy.

Erik rubs his body down with some cocoa butter and puts on a pair of drawstring shorts to lounge around until Zalika finally shows up. Erik shot her a quick text letting her know what the apartment number was and not to park in a number spot. He only had to wait twenty minutes, the faint knocks on the door made Erik aware of that. Leaving his bedroom, Erik strolls to the door, opening it to find Zalika standing before him in a T-shirt dress, some sandals, and her kinky afro picked out and full. Her lips are painted a matte brown and when she smiles her white teeth almost blinded him. He could smell the coconut oil on her skin and she wasn’t even up under his nose yet.

“Don’t be shy,” Erik held the door open further, “I won’t bite unless you want me to.”

“We’ll see about that,” She steps inside, looking around the spacious luxury apartment before turning back to Erik for direction, “It’s nice...looks like a bachelor pad...where’s your room?”

“So damn eager...you don’t want anything to drink?” Erik leads the way further into the apartment, “We got water, apple juice, papaya juice, something stronger…”

“I’m good for now, I’m gonna need it after we...you know…” she giggles, looking down at her toes.

“Fuck. Yeah, you gon’ need that,” Erik grabs Zalika’s soft hand, “Let’s go, ma-

“Where is M’Baku?” She asked with a hushed tone.

“Shh,” Erik says with a finger to his mouth. He points to M’Baku’s bedroom with his thumb while they walked to his room, “He’s in there...you wanna say hi or something? You’re here for me, remember?”

“Yeah, I know, it’s just...he’ll hear us…” Zalika stood rooted to the spot in front of M’Baku’s door.

“Yeah, I don’t give a fuck about that shit. I told him we can make it a threesome thing but he wasn’t with it, that’s his loss,” Erik pulls on Zalika’s hand, making her move, “Nah, let’s go, you got some making up to do with all that teasing shit.”

“Threesome?” Zalika says with an elevated tone, “You would like that?”

“We’ve done it before, ain’t no problem with me.”

Erik pushes his bedroom door open with his shoulder, turning to grab both of Zalika’s hands. He finally had her in his bedroom. All of that freaky shit she said she could do he wanted to see it for himself. Zalika took a seat on Erik’s bed, her feet slipping out of her sandals before laying back against his bed. She placed her keys and her shoulder bag to the side, her eager eyes studying Erik’s bedroom.

“Get comfortable, you know, but ass naked,” Erik says while removing his own clothing, “and spread your thighs for me too...remember you told me how you like that puss licked?”

“From the back,” Zalika spoke breathlessly while lifting her T-shirt dress up and above her head. She then takes off her bra and panties, dropping those to the floor as well before laying back, titties spreading to the side from how heavy they are, smoothing her hands down her petite waistline before bringing her thighs up and out. The sound of her pussy lips spreading is what caught Erik’s attention first.

“That puss is just waiting for my tongue...it’s even prettier in person.”

“Let’s see what that tongue can do,” Zalika spreads her plump pussy lips for Erik to see, “Come and taste me, daddy.”

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M’Baku was in the middle of dozing off with his Beats headphones on and a Wakandan rap artist named SS1CASH’s music playing. Something, maybe a small voice inside of his head told him to wake up. M’Baku removes his headphones, placing them on his bed before stretching his large, thickset arms above his head, one hand coming down to scratch the tight, 4C coils on his head. He didn’t have anywhere to be the next day since it was a Saturday so M’Baku decides to pull an all-nighter to grade the English papers that are piled high on his desk.

Swinging his weighty legs over his king sized bed, M’Baku stands, grabbing his glasses before walking to his bedroom door. He felt parched and needed some papaya juice to hydrate himself. On his way out, M’Baku hears a soft, feminine moan from down the hall. Pausing, M’Baku waits for the lovely sound to grace his ears again. Please, don’t let it be who I think it is, he thought. As if reading his thoughts, the same, pleasure-filled sound fills the darkened hallway again and before M’Baku could stop himself he is walking towards Erik’s door.

Of course it has to be Zalika. That moan sounded too familiar and the way it has his almighty girthy dick stiff and compressed in his briefs it had to be his Zalika. What was he doing to her at this precise moment that has her gasping and moaning with such blissful surprise that she can’t believe her body is reacting the way it is? At Erik’s door, M’Baku’s large hand grabs the satin nickel door knob, twisting it quietly before pushing it open enough so he could peek inside. The sound of her moans intensified, M’Baku’s brown eyes widening when they fell upon the nasty sight before him.

Zalika is fully naked and riding Erik’s face on his bed, her wide ass bouncing, grinding her pussy on his open mouth. Each time Zalika’s cheeks would spread from her continuous ass popping her pink slit and puffy, chocolate outer lips would grace his eyes. Erik’s tongue was flat and thick, licking up and down her pussy while his hands rubbed the back of Zalika’s thighs and occasionally went up to give her generous cheeks a slap. Yes, yes, yes fell from Zalika’s mouth with her head towards the ceiling. She was loving that tongue, her body visibly shaking.

M’Baku’s dick was ready to fucking bust. Staring at it, his girthy dick was pointed straight out, the tip of his dick peeking through the opening of his briefs. He wanted to yank Erik’s vertebrae through his throat at first but the more he watched the more he concluded that seeing his best friend tongue fuck and slurp all over Zalika’s beautiful puss has him horny and ready to join. He wanted a taste of her now, especially that puckered ass hole. He dreamed of training her tight ass to fit his thickness knowing that it will be too much for her. It wasn’t M’Baku’s first time seeing Erik in his naked grandeur. Erik’s chiseled hips were pumping the air like there was a pussy situated over his dick for him to sink into.

“What a yummy, puffy pussy, ma,” Erik says with his voice much deeper, “Mmm I’d suck on this pussy all fucking day,” he goes back to devouring Zalika like pussy is his favorite meal. It’s M’Baku’s favorite meal too. All that cream just leaking on Erik’s tongue. Her pussy is nice and bald, plump, and juicy. What a beautiful picture of a beautiful body piece. M’Baku would love to put a lip lock on her and snatch.

“Unh, Erik right there, Unh, yes Erik right fucking there, daddy, fuck,” Zalika lets out ragged breaths, “daddy keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”

That’s what made M’Baku approach the both of them within long strides, grabbing a fist full of Zalika’s kinky afro, extending her he’d back so far her eyes widened with fear, she couldn’t see him correctly because of the position so her eyes looked towards her peripheral, that same strong, masculine scent crowding her like it always did in class. Erik notices the change in Zalika’s movements, lifting his face from between her legs to find M’Baku yoking her up by her hair, so close to her face with fury that Zalika was whimpering. Erik didn’t say anything, didn’t care to be honest. He simply takes three fingers, slipping them inside of Zalika’s pussy and starts finger popping her pussy.

“Baku...Unh shit, Erik...Baku, daddy,” M’Baku wasn’t sure who she was calling daddy at the moment since Erik was curling his fat fingers inside of her, “Baku, I’m sorry-

“It’s too late for that, girl...I already caught you riding my best friends tongue...no need to lie about how it felt...I know it felt good,” M’Baku glances over at Erik, locking eyes with his friend before both of them share identical sly smirks, “Keep going, Erik, dig deep and don’t let up until she’s cumming hard.”

“Erik-

“Since you’re here, bro, why don’t you fill that mouth up...she said her throat was sore let’s see if it’s still like that,” Erik spoke harshly, “ooookayyyy, that pussy got a nice grip,” Erik’s free hand comes down to slap her ass.

M’Baku pulls his briefs off, grabbing his chocolate dick in one hand, tapping Zalika’s lips with it, “You are amazingly talented, why don’t you show Erik how you suck dick, hmm?” M’Baku rubs his dick against Zalika’s lips, “come on, girl, suck your master.”

“Damn,” Erik strains his neck to watch Zalika take M’Baku in with difficulty, “She is trying her hardest to fit them big lips around your dick...too much dick, Zalika?”

“Damn it!!” M’Baku says through clenched teeth, “Fucking pro,” M’Baku grabs both sides of her head, “THATS it girl, you are special, love, so special.”

Hrgurrk!!!” She gags, trying her absolute best to fill her mouth up with M’Baku’s dick but there is no use, this man’s dick is inhuman. All that Wakandan strength he’s yielding in his dick...her throat is no match. Erik pulls his fingers out to rub Zalika’s clit, his eyes envious of M’Baku being slobbered on.

“Do that shit bitch! I need that shit right there,” Erik says while rubbing his drenched fingers all over her pussy, “she the real deal, Baku let me get some of that.”

“Here,” M’Baku pulls his dick out of Zalika’s mouth, watching her exhale, “Come fuck her throat up.”

Erik sucks Zalika’s mess from his fingers before trading places with M’Baku, eagerly grabbing his long and girthy dick up. M’Baku gets down on his knees behind Zalika, dick in one hand while the other one grabs one of her ass cheeks firmly, spreading her nice and wide so that he could rub his thick tongue from her pussy to her ass and back. The mess Erik created has M’Baku growling before he buries his face in her pussy. He couldn’t help but to leave a trail of sucks continuously.

Erik has Zalika’s hair in his hand, moving her head up and down his dick, “Damn, you dangerous with that tongue...that’s a bad bitch,” Erik drags his bottom lip between his teeth, “I love how she sucks dick, got my dick throbbing in her mouth.”

“The best, right?” M’Baku says between licks, “makes you want to abuse her little throat.”

Zalika’s lips slips off of Erik’s dick with a loud pop, “Umph!!! Baku oh my God,” She jerks Erik’s drool covered dick while looking back at M’Baku, “Daddy suck on my pussy like that, yessssss-

“Aye, pay attention,” Erik turns Zalika’s head around, “Nope, don’t touch my big dick with hands, ma. Mouth, tongue, and throat only, fuck is wrong with you.”

“Yes, daddy, Umph, fuck,” Zalika started sucking with no hands but stops again when M’Baku starts tongue-fucking her ass, “Ooooooo-

“Bitch, you got my dick in front of your face you better come suck this,” Erik orders while yanking her hair, “UH-HUH, fuck yeah,” Erik’s eyes were dark on her, “And don’t let my cum drip down my dick. You better clean up every single drop.”

“Mhm,” Zalika focused on the dick currently stretching her throat out while grinding her pussy on M’Baku’s tongue. He was right on her clit and each time he sucked Zalika’s body would clench up. She was getting closer and closer while Erik’s balls slapped her chin.

“I know you wanna cum, girl, cum on daddy’s tongue, baby,” M’Baku spoke into her pussy before wrapping his lips around her clit again.

“Damn, I’ma fuck you good, Zalika,” Erik could feel his balls growing tighter, a tingling sensation forming, “Ima make you cum all over this dick, ma, fuckkkkk!”

Erik’s hips began to move faster and faster and faster until he buried his dick down her throat, his thick, tasty cum filling her mouth up. Zalika locked eyes with him while swallowing his nut.

“That’s that nut you’ve been dying to taste, drink it up, ma,” Erik says while focusing on Zalika sucking his dick softly, “You tryna get more?”

Zalika pops her lips off of the tip of his dick, “yeah.”

“Ain’t no more right now you sucked a nigga dry...you plan on giving M’Baku some good suckie-suckie too?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says before bringing her lips down to suck on his balls.

“Damn. Never forget the balls baby,” Erik whispers while jerking his dick.

“Fuck!!!” Zalika shouts, her body shaking from cumming on M’Baku’s tongue, “YES DADDY YES!!”

Erik reaches behind her to slap her ass while M’Baku continues to suck all the cum out of her pussy. Erik couldn’t help but to walk around to see what M’Baku was doing. He has his lips on her clit, sucking slowly, savoring in her sweet taste. Erik leans over, spreading both of Zalika’s ass cheeks before spitting on her ass hole. He takes his finger, bringing it to her ass to rub it.

“Damn, I can tell you play in this ass girl…my type of woman...super thick and creamy,” Erik sticks his finger in her ass, “You gon’ let me dig in this ass real good?”

“She better,” M’Baku says, his face finally from between her legs and covered in her juices, “I’m fucking that ass too.”

“It’s your lucky day, baby girl, turn around,” Erik says, watching a weak Zalika flip over onto her back, “There you go, I’m getting in this pussy-

“Fuck!!!” Zalika tries to push at Erik, “Daddy it’s in my stomach that dick is so big!”

M’Baku is walking to stand by Zalika’s face, jerking his dick, “It’s okay, entle, suck my dick.”

“Unh,” Zalika grabs M’Baku’s dick, “This is going inside of my pussy too daddy? This big ass dick?”

“Where ever you want it, I’ll put it, baby,” M’Baku hisses when Her juicy lips wrapped around his girth, “Fuck, mmmm.”

Erik has Zalika’s legs thrown over his shoulders, his hips expertly snapping into hers while grinding them. He couldn’t keep his eyes off of Zalika’s pussy creaming all over him. Her fat pussy fit snugly around him and the more he digs deep the more he wants to fill her pussy up with his cum. That pussy is gripping his dick something serious making his eyes roll.

“Pussy good, girl,” Erik says between breaths, “got me digging deep baby, so deep...uhmmmm, this pussy is so wet,” Erik pulls his dick out all the way to the tip, “nasty bitch, suck that dick while I fuck this pretty pussy.”

“Dig deeper,” M’Baku says while grabbing her legs, pulling them back, “That’s better, see? She’s opened up a lot more now, fuck her hard, brother.”

“Like this,” Erik leans over her body into a push up position, giving it to Zalika so hard and with long strokes that she takes M’Baku’s dick out of her mouth, hand barely able to grasp it, while staring at Erik with a crease in her brow and low eyes. He kept that same stroke, hips snapping into her and his dick hitting the back of her pussy.

“Fuck,” she says softly, unable to control the tears that fell from her eyes and rolled into her hairline, “fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.”

“Look at that yummy pussy taking that dick,” M’Baku was fascinated, “Uhmm, make her pussy cum.”

“Ima make this pussy cum,” Erik repeated.

“Fuck my pussy good, daddy, please, oh my god,” Zalika was in a trance staring at M’Baku’s vast dick in her face and Erik’s dick that is just as whopping digging deep in her pussy. He was aiming for her to feel it push up against her cervix. Her toes curled back so hard it hurt and she would surely have cramps in her toes by tomorrow.

“Daddy get this pussy, Baku,” Zalika wiggles her tongue, “Slap that fat ass dick on my tongue.”

“Nasty little bitch,” M’Baku bends his knees a little because of his height to slap Zalika’s tongue with his dick.

Zalika slurps on M’baku’s tip while watching Erik have a blast in her pussy, “Pussy good? Is she good, daddy? Huh? Make your pussy cum.”

Zalika was on fire, talking shit while taking dick. Her pussy has a mad grip on Erik’s dick.

“Love to hear a girl talk nasty when I beat it up,” Erik says while rubbing her clit while stroking her pussy.

“Mmmm I wanna fuck her so bad...she’s taking that dick so good,” M’Baku was longing to split Zalika’s pussy in half.

“I can’t wait to fill this ass up,” Erik spoke with a hushed tone. Sweat poured from his body and it smelled just like the cocoa butter he applied to his skin after he showered.

“Look at your face, that’s all you need, Zalika, dick all the time,” M’Baku strokes her hair while she sucked the tip of his dick.

“I’d love that,” She says before gasping, “Ima squirt on your dick Erik,” She could hear her pussy making even louder wet sounds now, “it’s coming, daddy, Ima squirt on your dick!”

While Erik was killing her pussy, Zalika acted like the hype man pumping his head up and spewing nasty talk after nasty talk to make her squirt. Erik watched with rapid attention while colorless fluid splashed from Zalika’s pussy while he continued to fuck her. The grip she had on him almost made him cum. Erik pulls out, slapping his dick on her pussy before trading places with M’Baku.

“Let me,” M’Baku says, being a gentleman and lifting Zalika up to straddle him. With one bulky arm around her waist to lock her down, M’Baku uses his other hand to line his dick up with her pussy.

“Shit, Baku,” Zalika clenched up when she felt M’Baku trying to get the tip of his dick in, “this big black dick,” Zalika hisses, “oooooo, fuck that’s a big dick, baby...ouch-ouch...daddyyyy.”

“I know I’m too thick...it will fit, girl, you just gotta let me in,” M’Baku whispers to her, “Why don’t you suck your mess off of Erik while I work this pussy on my dick, hmm?”

“Okay,” Zalika grabs Erik’s creamy dick, going straight to sucking her cum off while keeping eye contact with him. Her taste and Erik’s sexy eyes did distract her enough to let M’Baku slip his dick in. She froze with a mouth full of dick, her hips suspended in the air.

“Nah, get some more of that dick,” Erik says, slapping her ass, “come on, girl throw that pussy back.”

“Fuck,” Zalika tries to but she was so wide open it was too much, “Daddy’s dick is so big in my little pussy.”

“Remember how you said you would take me? Show me how you would take me…” M’Baku has both of his hands on her hips, “It’s just my dick, girl...imagine if Erik was in your ass? You would really be crying then.”

“I’m about to get in that ass now,” Erik says while reaching behind Zalika to stick his finger in her ass again, “Ima put my dick balls deep in this tight ass.”

“Erik, no,” Zalika looks at him with puppy dog eyes, “Daddy not my ass.”

“I like how you play like you don’t want it,” Erik positions himself behind Zalika, crouching down so he could line his dick up with her ass, “remember you said you wanted me to make this ass a gaping, cum-filled hole?”

“Yes,” She says with a weak voice. Erik could see her ass hole clenching and it made him smile.

“Hurry up, Erik, I’m ready to fuck her,” M’Baku says impatiently. Erik leans over Zalika’s body with all of his strength keeping him up before grabbing his dick in one hand, pushing it inside of her ass slowly. Zalika’s face was priceless. She felt like the wind had been knocked out of her. He pushed in and her ass hole sucked him inside so swiftly she didn't see it coming. Erik felt good in her ass. Tight, thick, and smooth. When he pulled out to thrust back in, Zalika moaned, looking back at Erik, silently telling him to do that again.

“That thick ass dick,” Zalika’s eyes rolled shut. She was just getting used to Erik’s dick in her ass but M’Baku thrusting upward into her pussy has her feeling full. She turned around to look at him with wide eyes, moans stuck in her throat while this giant of a man started thrusting his hips upward. His dick went in and out, in and out, stretching her pussy to his girth. She could hear her pussy making noises around his dick, she could see the longing in M’Baku’s eyes.

“Oh my goodness, Baku,” Zalika grabs his shoulders, “Baku it’s so big… ooooo, Erik,” Zalika couldn’t forget the way Erik was tearing her ass up, “Daddy,” She says to Erik, “Daddy,” she says to M’Baku. She was being double penetrated and it felt so damn good.

“Ass is gripping the fuck out of my dick, FUCK,” Erik rubs his hands up Zalika’s spine, “I love this tight ass.”

Erik slips out of her ass, spreading her cheeks so he could see how wide open she is. The cum on his dick from fucking her pussy helped to lubricate his dick so he could fuck her ass. He went right back inside while watching M’Baku pull her down over his dick.

“BAKU! ERIK! YES!!” She shouts, “Make me cum!! I want to cum!!”

Zalika never had an anal orgasm before but she could feel herself ready to explode through both openings. She could feel the same tingling each time Erik fucked her ass. M’Baku was all up in her pussy with so much excitement his balls would slap her ass.

“Give me that pussy, girl,” He would say, “Daddy will make you cum on this dick,” He growled, “I’m stretching your little pussy out, baby.”

“Yes, I’m cumming!!!”

Zalika was trapped between two men so no matter how powerful her orgasm is she couldn’t move or run away. Tears burst from her eyes and she felt her ass growing tighter around Erik’s dick just like her pussy around M’Baku’s dick.

“AHHH SHIT!!!!!” Erik says, pumping a few more times before erupting deeply inside of her ass. He came harder than ever from anal and she was begging for more.

M’Baku hooks his arms under her knees, lifting Zalika up and down his dick. This man was bringing her body up in the air and slamming her down on his dick.

“Yeah, Baku, give her that dick, fuck her up,” Erik says while stroking his dick. He could feel it growing harder and harder in his hand, “Damn, bro, you got her pussy creaming heavy.”

“Fuck, Baku Ima cum, mmmm, Baku yes!!!!”

Zalika was cumming all over M’Baku and he didn’t stop fucking her until she stopped cumming. When she was drained, M’Baku pulled her into a kiss before lifting her off of him, trading places with Erik while he fucked her ass. Thanks to Erik, Zalika is nice and stretched, giving M’Baku easier access. M’Baku lifts from the bed, grabbing some lube from Erik’s dresser, applying some to his dick before putting it back, kneeling behind Zalika. Erik has Zalika sucking his dick like it was her favorite thing in the whole wide world.

“BAKU!!!!!” Zalika almost pushes away from him but he holds her hips down firmly while he fits his dick inside of her. He cursed in Xhosa with more and more of himself sinking inside of her.

“Tight ass butt, give her that dick, bro, make her feel that shit.” Erik encourages M’Baku while Zalika sucks his dick.

M’Baku was ready to cum already but he held it in as best as he could. Zalika was throwing her ass back on M’Baku and he was meeting her thrust for thrust.

“Yes, girl, that’s daddy’s little slut, this ass is tight on you, fuck,” M’Baku grunts, “Mmmm, yes, get this hole filled all the time, girl.”

“All the time,” Erik moans when Zalika strokes his balls with her hand while sucking on the tip of his dick, “You taste yourself on my dick? Taste good?”

“Mhm,” Zalika says while slurping on Erik’s dick.

“She is well trained,” M’Baku says while digging in her ass, “this is how I told you I would use you, entle, destroy your asshole without mercy...pound you until you cum then pound you again.”

In between Zalika’s vicious sucks Erik grabs her hair to fuck her face. Already he could feel himself getting ready to explode, “Goddamn, Zalika, Ima bust in that mouth again.”

“I’m about to cum in her ass,” M’Baku slaps her ass, “Mmmm, DAMN!!!!!” He felt that cum shoot out hard, “DAMN!! DAMN!!!”

Erik was right behind him, cumming down Zalika’s throat for the second time that evening.

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How often was Zalika fucking Erik and M’Baku? Practically every damn day. It’s been three weeks and now they were taking turns making a cream pie in her pussy. Zalika swore she was protected with birth control. The risk of letting both of her Daddy’s cum in her pussy felt so dangerous and delicious at the same time. Just last night Erik and M’Baku fucked her in the shower, picking her up and giving it to her deep in both holes. M’Baku was in her ass first while Erik was in her pussy and then they would switch places, aiming to make her cum.

“Big fucking dicks!” Zalika screamed to the ceiling.

“Daddy, yes, cum in my pussy,” she would say while Erik was pounding her pussy from the back while sucking M’Baku’s dick.

“Fuck, M’Baku, it’s so much dick in my pussy,” She would say to M’Baku while riding him reverse cowgirl.

Erik loved fucking Zalika doggy style or with her legs thrown over his shoulders. M’Baku enjoyed making her ride his dick and he especially loved fucking her in the ass. She would suck both of their dicks at the same time no matter what they were doing. They could be on the couch watching a game and Zalika would be on her knees, moving from one dick to the other. You know it’s big when you have to use both hands. She sucked both M’Baku and Erik’s dick with both hands even though Erik preferred for her to use her mouth only. M’Baku didn’t fuss too much because he knew how wide and girthy he was so he let her use whatever resources she needed.

Zalika had plans to go see M’Baku and Erik but she was feeling funny for the past few days. She felt nauseated and fatigued and that had her taking time off from school to rest up and get some energy. She didn’t want to worry M’Baku and Erik with her problems so she told them that she would have to see them that weekend. They were both disappointed but they understood that she needed some time off. Zalika made herself some chicken noodle soup. She played with it, no appetite at all. The nausea became more and more difficult so Zalika placed her bowl on her dresser, speeding to the bathroom. The second she lifted the toilet seat up Zalika vomits in the toilet.

She knew it was coming. It was only a matter of time. In that moment it came to her that she missed her period. She was so used to having irregular periods with taking birth control but it always came towards the end of the month. It’s been a week into the new month and she didn’t come on her cycle yet. She did feel bloated, cranky, cramps, and light spotting but it was on and off. Now, she was vomiting. Zalika flushed the toilet, walking to the sink to brush her teeth. As she scrubbed her tongue she looked at her reflection, unable to shake the uneasy feeling in her belly. Zalika knew what she had to do, there was no reason to avoid it. After brushing her teeth and using mouthwash, Zalika walked back to her bedroom to put on some sweats and a pair of sneakers.

She grabs her keys and wallet, grabbing her keys to leave. There is a CVS about a mile up the road in a shopping center. In her car, Zalika’s conscious kept telling her that she couldn’t be pregnant, not with birth control. The closer she got to CVS, the more she couldn’t accept it. Sure, having M’Baku or Erik as a baby father is wonderful when you think about it but she was still in school, no career, and what if one of them didn’t want the baby? What if they cut ties with her and she was left on her own to take care of a child? If she is pregnant, Zalika will keep the baby, there is doubt about that. But it will be hard.

Zalika grabs two tests from the shelf, deciding to do self-checkout instead since there was such a long line. Zalika was out the door in under five minutes. On her way back home so she could get it over with and face the inevitable. Back at home, she undressed, standing in her bathroom with her phone on the sink for a timer. She could see two texts from Erik and M’Baku on her lock screen.

Daddy Erik: Awww, I can’t see my baby today, now I gotta take care of myself.

Daddy M’Baku: I hope everything is alright. This dick will miss you girl.

Zalika opens the first test. She pees on the test, sitting it down on the sink before wiping and flushing. While washing her hands, Zalika waits the amount of time needed before grabbing the test quickly, anxious to see what it says.

Positive

“No fucking way,” Zalika says with a shake of her head before grabbing up the second test, “Let’s be sure….”

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“Zalika,” Erik says with a lopsided grin on his face. He’s wearing an Under Armor top with some drawstring shorts and socks on his feet, “I thought you weren’t coming to see us today? What changed your mind, gorgeous?”

“We have to talk,” Zalika says with a solemn expression.

“Aight...come in,” Erik gave Zalika a weird look before closing the door behind her, “Are you cutting ties with me?”

“I need to talk with you and M’Baku, Erik,” she says, “where is he?”

“Kitchen making something to eat, Baku!” Erik calls for him, his eyes never leaving Zalika’s, “Is it bad? You look like you wanna cry.”

“What’s going on,” M’Baku’s deep voice startled her. He softened when he saw Zalika, his little slut, “Ah, so she comes back for more,” M’Baku walks up to her, kissing her lips, “Are you hungry? I’m making oxtail stew, Erik’s recipe.”

“Not right now...we really need to talk...all three of us.”

“Shit,” M’Baku says before sharing a look with Erik, “Well, let’s sit on the balcony.”

M’Baku leads the way towards the balcony, turning on the light so they wouldn’t be sitting in darkness. There is a long patio chair with two small ones and a few Aloe Vera plants. Zalika takes a seat between Erik and M’Baku, both of them watching her attentively. Zalika began fidgeting, looking down into her lap.

“Zalika, baby, what’s wrong?” Erik says, scooting closer, “You got me and Baku over here worried.”

“If it's something we did, you can tell us both,” M’Baku says while gently squeezing her shoulder.

“Okay,” Zalika exhales, “Uhm...I’m pregnant.”

Silence.

“I’m pregnant,” she repeated.

Both men looked at each other again. Erik looked at nothing in particular while M’Baku’s expression hardened.

“When did you find out?” Erik asks.

“Today...I missed my period and I’ve been feeling sick, weak,” Zalika glances at M’Baku, “I took two tests, they were both positive.”

“Zalika...this is serious...what will you do?” M’Baku grabs for her hand, “I’m with you in whatever decision you make.”

“I want to keep the baby...but I don’t know which one of you could be the father,” She spoke timidly, “You both came inside of me…”

“That’s the dilemma,” M’Baku sighs, “Well, if it is my child, I will take care of it...take care of you.”

Zalika shudders when M’Baku’s hand pressed into her belly.

“I hope that it is mine,” He spoke with a whisper. That alone made Zalika’s nipples erect. They were a little sore as well but she couldn’t help feeling so turned on by M’Baku’s words.

“It could be mine,” Erik says, “and I’ll make sure my baby is provided for just like her mama,” Erik leans in, kissing Zalika’s cheek. His soft, plump lips against her cheek made her gasp. Erik’s hand joined M’Baku’s on her belly, both men sharing a look, before staring at Zalika.

“M’Baku...what if it’s Erik’s...how would you feel?”

M’Baku’s jaw clenched. He wanted to believe that it was his seed growing inside of her womb. If Erik’s cum made that happen he would be happy for his best friend but at the same time it could have been his.

“I would support my friend...but I won’t lie...I want the baby to be mine.”

“Hmm,” Erik hums, a brow raised at his friend, “You sure you won’t go full gorilla mode on me?”

M’Baku gave Erik a challenging look. He knows that the Jabari courses through M’Baku’s veins. Very possessive. He practically imprinted on Zalika.

“Then how would you feel if my baby is what’s making her hips spread and breasts leak milk?”

Erik licks his lips, one of his eyes twitching faintly.

“Ah, So we have a challenge,” M’Baku grabs Zalika’s chin, “We will see in nine months.”

“...okay,” Zalika stares at M’Baku’s lips.

“3 months, right? Until we find out about the sex of the baby?” Erik asks.

“Yeah, about 14 weeks.”

“I’ll be right there by your side, baby girl,” Erik kisses her neck, “Right by your side the entire time.

“And I will be by your bedside whenever you need me,” M’Baku says, taking charge and kissing her lips.

“Come stay with us, Zalika,” Erik takes it up a notch, trailing his hands up to grope her breast, “That way, you’ll be with us the entire time.”

“The lease will be up on my apartment in another few weeks,” Zalika bites her lip when Erik’s thumb tweaks her nipple, “I could do that...are you guys sure?”

“Of course,” M’Baku reassures her, “You are most welcome.”

Zalika was in heaven. She thought up so many different scenarios of how this would play out. Erik and M’Baku would argue, M’Baku would get upset at her for sleeping with Erik, Erik getting upset with her for sleeping with M’Baku, or both men calling her delusional, telling her to leave. None of those things happened. They were both comforting and accepting of what was happening between the three of them. The only problem would be the competition but that could be dealt with. M’Baku and Erik are now taking turns kissing Zalika, pulling on her clothes. This will be an everyday thing. They will want her pregnant pussy and she will give it to them.

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VIGILANTE/S IX

part nine // 4.6k words // superpowered!au // series masterlist

summary; in which you consider yourself somewhat of a vigilante.

warnings; mentions of alcohol and drinking, I think jaemin says ass at one point, rich people and things (dont be shy, eat the rich)

The rest of the day is spent in careful quiet. The warehouse feels empty, hollow, despite the fact that you can hear the rest of the team moving around, readying themselves for the ball tonight. You don’t see Jaemin the entire day, and you wonder if he’s out. Or if he’s just in his room.

Jaehyun is tense, and you stay out of his way as he mills around in his office, occasionally stepping out to retrieve more cups of his tea – no, it’s not tea, you remind yourself. Renjun sits at the dining table, where you’d eaten breakfast, leaning over a large blueprint that takes up half the wooden surface. When he’d passed you on his way back to his room to get something, you’d heard him mumbling to himself. You knew he was intelligent, but the constant murmuring was unsettling, and made him seem like a madman.

You’d thought that you’d at least have Donghyuck’s company throughout the day, but your room remained empty and silent, something you found equally unsettling.

It was late evening when you saw Donghyuck again, poking his head around the door to ask if you were ready to leave. It had felt like you still had hours before the ball, but the day had passed surprisingly quickly. Jeno still on your mind, you took a deep breath and nodded, standing. Donghyuck opened his mouth to say something but no words came out, as watching you look for your clutch. The red fabric of your dress fell gracefully to the floor and you adjusted the bust before looking at him again.

A smile made its way onto your face, “What?”

Your question seemed to take him by surprise, and Donghyuck’s eyebrows rose as he continued to stare at your dress. His eyes eventually made their way to yours and he cleared his throat, “Nothing. You look great.”

You grin at the compliment, then gesture to the door that’s blocking his appearance from view, “Well? Let me see!”

With a dramatic swing of the door and an equally dramatic eye roll, Donghyuck opens the door, bending in an awkward pose to “model” his suit for the ball. It looked even better than it had when he’d bought it, and he managed to pull off the bold red detailing beautifully, the warm colours perfectly matching his hair and skin. You couldn’t be sure – especially with the red walls in your shared bedroom – but it seemed like his hair had red, coppery undertones in it.

“You look phenomenal,” you say, and your words seem to please Donghyuck as he stands up, straightening his back with an easy-going smile.

“Always do,” he lets out a chuckle, before checking his watch. You’d never seen him wear a watch and wondered if it was new. “The cars should be here in a few minutes, so meet us outside when you’re ready. No rush, though.”

You nod and thank him, but you stay back a moment to look in the mirror and check your appearance for what must be the fiftieth time in the past hour. You were pretty proud of yourself – it had been God knows how long since you’d last worn a dress this grand. Or makeup, for that matter. When you could barely afford rent, makeup wasn’t a necessary purchase.

You toyed with your lipstick, adding another layer for good measure. The red was slightly darker than the colour of your dress, but it still complemented nicely.

When you stepped out of your room into the main section of the warehouse, you were almost surprised to find it empty. The rest of the team must have been outside, and you walked into the false entrance, reminding yourself to be careful to step over the metal door frame, which proved a little difficult in your heels. A hand was outstretched to you, and you gratefully took it, using it to steady yourself as you stepped over, making sure none of your dress was caught in the frayed metal. As you looked up, Jaehyun’s eyes met yours. He only nodded when you thanked him, and when he stepped aside, you noticed a slight frown on his face. You could tell his mind was elsewhere, probably on the Jeno situation.

Mark was fiddling with his sleeves nervously, oblivious to Johnny’s watchful eye. Johnny eventually groaned and turned to Mark, pushing Mark’s hand out of the way as he carefully fixed his sleeve, chastising him for not being ready on time. You watched Mark’s eyes widen before he whispered something back, rolling his eyes as he spoke. Donghyuck was staring out into the dark, down the road – you presumed he was watching for the cars. His expression was blank, but the way he kept scuffing his shoe against the ground gave away his nervousness. He was lucky Doyoung was too busy, as he probably would have told off Donghyuck for ruining perfectly good shoes.

Doyoung was talking to Renjun about something that you couldn’t hear. You noticed with a hint of amusement that Doyoung’s suit did actually match Johnny’s, as they were working together tonight and were supposed to be each other’s dates. You’d thought they were kidding when they brought it up day they’d gone to their suit fitting, but you hadn’t seen either suit when they returned. They looked like quite a pair.

Your eyes fell on Chenle and you almost let out a laugh. He looked annoyed, but his angst was offset by how great he looked. It was a black tie event, and most of the team were wearing various coloured suits with white shirts, but Chenle was dressed all in black. His suit was the darkest out of all of the team’s, and the black shirt and tie were almost indistinguishable in this light. The one streetlight on the street was a block away and leaned dangerously over the street, its light flickering. Out of habit, a whisper of a flame, burning blue, danced between his fingers, weaving its way around his hand like glowing water. You wondered if it took a lot of concentration, especially since he wasn’t looking at it. Your attention shifted at the sound of Donghyuck’s voice.

“They’re here,” Donghyuck muttered. His voice was barely above a whisper, but it was a quiet night, and everyone turned to look down the street. The flame in Chenle’s hand disappeared. A sleek black car pulled up to the curb and a man dressed in a suit that was too big for him stepped out. You watched him put on a ridiculous looking hat before turning to the car itself. The car was longer than any vehicle you’d ever seen, though you thought it was probably the same length as those that transported the big shot Supers to and from fights.

The driver opened the door and Doyoung gave Renjun a light pat on the arm as he said his goodbye, ducking as he stepped into the car.

You heard Johnny huff, “Just leave it”. Mark looked up at him helplessly as the older boy turned and followed Doyoung into the car. You stepped forward to follow, but stopped when you noticed similar elongated black cars turning into the street.

“We’re all going in different cars?” It was a stupid question, you knew, but you had to break the silence that had settled among the group. You didn’t want to draw too much attention to yourselves as you entered into the Crown’s headquarters, all arriving at the same time in the same vehicle. It made sense to all go in separate cars.

“Where’s Jaemin?” Jaehyun said to Renjun, and you looked around the group, only now realising he wasn’t there.

You didn’t hear Renjun’s response but watched him disappear back into the building. Mark got into the next car, waiting for Renjun’s return. They were posing as brothers, so it made sense for them to go together. There were four more cars – one for yourself and Jaemin, one for Chenle, another for Jaehyun, and the last for Jeno. You wondered if Jaehyun had noticed the mistake yet.

You heard Renjun’s voice before you saw him stepping out into the darkness, Jaemin’s arm slung over his shoulders. “He’s drunk.”

As soon as your eyes glanced over Jaemin’s appearance, you gasped. He was in his suit, at least, but his hair was a mess, and he had a dazed expression on his face. Whatever he’d been drinking was strong.

“He’ll sober up,” Jaehyun said, dismissively. You gave him a shocked look, and his eyes met yours briefly before he looked back to Jaemin. “Just get him in the car.” Renjun looked bewildered, but nodded, guiding your date to the next car. “Y/n.” Jaehyun stopped you. You looked at him, but there was a heavy silence that hung between you for a moment. After living with him for so long, you considered yourself almost an expert at reading him, but tonight you couldn’t understand the expression on his face. Tense, stressed, concerned? “Water. Lots of water.”

You averted you gaze, nodded and slipped your hand into Renjun’s as you lowered yourself into the backseat of the car. The door slammed shut behind you and you looked up at the ceiling of the car to catch your breath. Jaemin was sitting in the seat beside you, turned towards the window, and you took the opportunity to take in his appearance. The suit was black, but now that you were closer, you could make out subtle stripes of shiny black thread. His shirt was plain and white, if a little crinkled, but it provided a brilliant contrast to the black and red tie he had around his neck.

You’d noticed all the ties had been tied perfectly before you’d left and couldn’t help but wonder if they all knew how to tie them or if someone had done it for them. You just couldn’t imagine Mark knowing how to tie a tie.

Jaemin’s tie was neat, but you could tell he’d loosened it. The top button of his shirt was also undone.

“Jaemin,” your voice sounded too soft, and you wondered if he could even hear you.

“I know,” he said. You waited for him to continue, confused. “I know this was stupid. Drinking before a big job.”

He winced as he leant his forehead against the window, not expecting the glass to be cold. You knew the last thing he needed was for you to start ripping into him as well, especially after you’d heard Renjun give him an earful before you’d left. The smaller boy had been tense all day, and you assumed his frustration was more related to his own task at the ball rather than the weight of Jaemin’s drunken body.

Instead, you leant towards the rack of glasses and reached into the ice bucket, finding a bottle of water, “Just drink this. You honestly don’t seem that drunk, anyway.”

He gave you a grateful smile as he took the bottle, unscrewing the lid, “Yeah, well, my body doesn’t really take long to get alcohol out of my system.”

“I didn’t even think you could get drunk, honestly,” you said, thoughtfully. Your expression almost made Jaemin laugh, the slight frown on your face indicative of how hard you were thinking about it. You knew he didn’t really drink, and until recently you thought it was due to some religious belief, but it had been revealed that he just found it a waste – of money and of alcohol – because it hardly had an effect.

“It takes a lot,” he admitted, taking a swig of water. “But I can.”

“How much?” You asked, noting the slight smell of alcohol that seemed to radiate from him.

He opened his mouth to answer then promptly shut it. A moment later, he spoke, “I don’t think you want to know.” He turned to you with a smirk on his face, but his eyes widened slightly, as if he was only just noticing your appearance, and a single word tumbled out of his mouth quietly, as if he had no control over his words, “Beautiful.”

Taken aback, you leant away from him in your seat, slightly. “Excuse m-?”

“You look beautiful,” he said, though this time he couldn’t meet your eyes.

You wondered if the increase in your heart rate was due to the growing nearness of your mission tonight or the compliment, but, regardless, the warmth that flowed through you made you falter. “Well,” you started, wearily. You breathed in and gave him a wide smile, “I’d say the same but…” you gestured to his messy hair and wrinkled shirt, teasingly.

He groaned and leant back in his seat, a hand covering his face, “Ugh, Jaehyun’s gonna kill me if I look like shit.” You laughed.

Leaning up on your elbow, you looked out the tinted windows to see where you were, “I don’t think we’re far away.” It had been almost half an hour since you’d stepped into the car. “We can fix you up before we go in.”

“Is that what the kids are calling it these days?” He asked, and though you gave him a light punch to the gut, you were glad that his usual flirtatious demeanour had returned. Jaehyun was right; he did sober up quickly.

Your attention was caught by the sound of a window rolling down, and you raised a finger to your lips to tell Jaemin to shut up as you listened to your driver talk to a security guard. He handed over two invitations and you watched as a guard shone a torch into the driver’s face, asking for identification. Two more guards, from the other side of the car, walked along the length of the car, shining their torches into the car windows. The door beside you was yanked open, and a gruff voice asked, “Mr and Ms Melrose?”

You nodded, offering a bright smile that you hoped didn’t falter when Jaemin’s arm wrapped around you. “That’s us,” you could practically hear the grin in his voice.

When asked for identification, you “accidentally” elbowed your husband in the stomach as you searched your clutch. Jaehyun had given you fake IDs, and you were supposed to be posing as young newlyweds. You handed your ID over with confidence, turning your head to Jaemin expectantly. He handed his to a guard standing at his window. The guard nodded then shone his light around the inside of the car, checking for any other passengers.

When he was content with his search, he nodded his thanks and shut the door in your face. After two swift knocks on the top of the car, the driver pulled away and the gates ahead opened. It was the same gate you’d watched hours of footage of, and you leant towards Jaemin to see out the window at the large property.

The video feed had not done the mansion justice. Its cream coloured exterior was made to look like it was made of marble, and you wouldn’t be surprised if it actually was marble. It was at least four storeys, though you were pretty sure it had two sub-levels. Large balconies extended from the upper levels, with ornate floor-to-ceiling windows opening on to them, like large glass doors. Most of the lights were on, the windows illuminated, and long, sheer white curtains occasionally fluttered in the slight wind.

The entrance was by far the most impressive part of the building; large stone steps led up to the doors, which were opened by two guards in black suits for each guest, the large doors too heavy to be opened without assistance. A carpet had been laid out on the steps, and you watched as people gracefully ascended the stairs, their suits and gowns standing out against the bright red fabric.

“Wow,” you said, looking at the magnificent structure in awe.

“Yeah. Wow,” Jaemin agreed, not sounding all that excited. You turned to look at him, but his eyes were already on you. It took you a second to realise you were leaning over him, your faces only a few inches apart. Not to mention your current hand placement.

To steady yourself in the moving car, you’d placed a hand on the seat right between his legs. You removed your hand, sitting back in your seat, “Sorry.” You winced as you turned away.

The driver pulled into a circular driveway and you waited as people ahead of you exited their cars. Once a car had dropped off its guests, it drove around the loop and out onto a road leading to a separate gate, where they were stopped and checked by the guards once again. When you pulled up to the top of the circle, a guard walked to Jaemin’s door and stopped, waiting. You wondered what he was waiting for, but you got your answer when you noticed a similarly dressed guard stop by your own door. Simultaneously, your doors were opened and you waved off the hand that offered to help you stand up out of the car. Grabbing your clutch you stepped away from the car, but before you could double check you hadn’t forgotten anything, the door was closed again and the car was already driving away.

Jaemin waited for you on the curb, and you tried to stifle your smile, “Yeah, we definitely need to do something about your hair.”

He rolled his eyes, fighting his own smile. You grabbed his arm with your free hand, using your clutch to gesture to an area to the side of the steps where you could quickly adjust his appearance before going up the steps.

When you were sure you weren’t in an area that would cause any hassle, you pulled out a small mirror from your clutch. “Here,” you handed it to him before turning to look up at the building’s entrance. One of the guards there was looking in your direction, and you couldn’t be sure if she was looking right at you, but it still made you uneasy.

“Thanks,” Jaemin said, passing the compact mirror back to you as he fixed his shirt, retucking the material into his dress pants. You didn’t think that it would make much of a difference, but you were surprised by how crisp he managed to look. “Let’s go.”

“Wait,” you stepped in front of him. “Your tie.”

His eyebrows set into a slight frown, “What?” “Here,” taking a step forward, you reached up to his collar, pulling the material together and buttoning the top button. Suddenly, you felt his hand on your waist, and your eyes widened as you looked up at him. He was looking at something over your head, and stepped to the side of the path, moving you with him. A group of guards passed by, and Jaemin nodded at them, a tight-lipped, polite smile on his face.

His attention stayed on them until they were well and truly passed, but when he looked away and back down at you, his gaze softened, “Sorry, I just didn’t think you’d want them brushing against your dress or something.”

“It’s okay,” you breathed. You don’t know why you avert your gaze, but something in his eyes makes you look down. “Er, your tie is loose.” You’d meant for him to tighten it himself, but he just simply jutted his chin up for you to do it, instead. You raised an eyebrow at him, reaching up and tightening his tie. After a millisecond of deliberation, you pull it as tight as possible.

He knew what you were trying to do, and instead of complaining about how tight it was, he just tilted his head from side to side, a ghost of a smile on his face, his voice dry, “Thanks, that’s more comfortable.”

You smile at him sweetly, “I do what I can.” Something over his shoulder catches your attention – a sleek black car identical to the one you’d arrived in had just turned into the circular drop-off zone. “Come on,” you say, sidestepping around him and walking in the direction of the entrance. The sudden absence of his hand on your waist was made apparent almost instantly, and you realise he’d never taken his hand away after moving you out of the way of the guards.

Jaemin quickly caught up with you, which was pretty easy considering you were a little slower in the heels, and stopped at the base of the staircase. You hadn’t noticed that the entrances of each carload of people was timed, with each pair or individual ascending the stairs about 20 steps ahead of the next. You’d have to wait for an opportunity to slip in between another carload of people.

You watched as a guard opened the door of the black car you’d seen pulling into the driveway, and you were suddenly hyperaware of your breath catching in your throat. Jaehyun gave a pleasant smile to the guard who’d opened his door, stepping out of the vehicle with ease. You’d struggled in getting out of the car yourself, what with the length of your dress and the heeled shoes you weren’t quite used to yet, but it came as no surprise that Jaehyun managed to accomplish the same thing much more gracefully. He’s not wearing sticks on the base of his shoes, you reminded yourself.

He glanced over at the two of you, but his face remained neutral, as if he’d never met you. Exactly like you’re supposed to be doing. His eyes move to Jaemin, and he gives a polite, slow nod. You drag your gaze from him to Jaemin, and move your hand to the crook of his elbow.

Jaemin’s still watching the people walking up the stairs, but he moves his arm to a horizontal position in front of his chest almost immediately, as if he was a gentleman ready to escort you. As if he could be anything close to a gentleman. When the next group of people appear to be taking a little too long, Jaemin turns his head to you, smirking, “May I?”

You resist the urge to roll your eyes, though it takes more effort than you thought it would, and you take a deep breath. Wordlessly, you nod, and he gives you a nod back, before you begin your ascent. When you reach the top, the guards open the doors for you, and you notice that it’s not just the two guards on the outside tackling the weight of the door, but four, another two placed on the inside. All of them are stony-faced, and the girl who’d been staring in your direction before didn’t meet your eyes.

The interior of the mansion is by far more beautiful than the outside – something you didn’t think possible until the guards at the large doors pushed them open for you. You were glad Jaemin was at your side, keeping pace, because you could have stood in the entryway for hours, taking in the grandeur.

The walls were made of the same stone as the outside, but artworks with exquisite gold frames and other metal décor brought out the stone’s warmth. You couldn’t help but notice the extreme contrast between the mansion’s interior and the stony interior of the warehouse. The entryway was a large, open space, and you could see corridors branching off from all four corners of the room, though the grand staircase in the centre was its best feature. The steps led to a small landing, before diverging to curve around a large chandelier that hung from the high ceiling. The chandelier was long enough to extend from the roof to below the staircase two storeys below, and you had no doubt it was worth more than your life. The chandelier was probably worth more than the whole warehouse, including everything inside it, you thought.

The stairs on the exterior led you to the second floor, and you lamented at the thought of having to go up another staircase, just to eventually go back down – you presumed the ballroom was on the second floor, where the windows and balcony doors had been opened. The staircase inside would lead you to the third floor.

You felt Jaemin lean closer to you slightly, as you begun to walk up the steps, “This is what I imagine the inside of Jaehyun’s ass looks like.”

You stifled a laugh, “Awkward time to say I love it, then, isn’t it?”

Jaemin gave you a lopsided grin. After a moment, he spoke again, “I’m nervous.” He didn’t sound nervous at all.

“About what?”

“About which direction we go when we reach the landing thing. Do I go one way and you go the other? Do we follow the people in front of us? Or go the opposite way?”

It was a bit ridiculous, but you found his words comforting. As if he was so sure that everything would go perfectly well tonight, the only thing he had to worry about was how to walk up a staircase.

“Y/n?”

You pulled yourself from your thoughts, “Yeah. Sorry. I think we go the opposite way to the person in front of us.”

“Okay.”

“Okay.” Though you were mostly assuring yourself, and not him.

When you reached the landing, you both seamlessly stepped to the right, before reaching the top. You were led down a long hallway, which eventually ended at another large pair of doors, accompanied by guards.

These doors stayed open – too many people coming and going, apparently – and you could hear music playing through speakers you couldn’t see. Obviously large, black speakers didn’t fit the look of the ballroom, but even from the other end of the room, the sound from the stage sounded perfectly clear.

The ballroom had the same high ceiling as the main entrance, though this one stretched to the uppermost floor, where you could see handrails ringing the room, areas where the members of the Red Crown could watch over the party. It was a startling reminder of your purpose here.

The room was decorated in the same creams and golds, though the décor came from the wallpaper and ornate windows, rather than paintings and statues, as you’d seen lining the entrance and hallways. The sight of actual armour – despite it being hundreds of years old and terribly ugly – erected in one of the hallways had almost made you laugh. The Red Prince clearly had terrible taste.

The walls glittered with gold thread, twisting its way through swirls of blush pinks and rose golds. It was like a sick version of one of Jaehyun’s suits. In any other room, the wallpaper would have been hideous, but the windows on both sides of the room, large and interspaced, separated the panels of wallpaper. The windows arched at the top, something you hadn’t noticed when you had arrived, and you could see that people had already begun to move out to the balconies, the white curtains slightly obscuring them from view. The privacy of the little balconies looked much more welcoming than the pit of people mingling at the base of the stairs.

You weren’t expecting so many people. You’d read the guestlist a hundred times over, but for some reason, it was startling to see them all at once. Without even trying, you could spot at least ten well-known criminals right off the bat. And it was made worse when you noticed they were engaging in happy, polite conversation with equally well-known politicians and celebrities.

You could feel your composure slipping as you stepped forward to the small staircase that led to the ballroom floor. You’d probably been gripping Jaemin’s arm a little too tightly, because his other hand came up to rest on your own. Without looking at you, he whispered, “This is gonna suck.”

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