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Big News pt.2 ~ TAA66
Parings ~ Trent Alexander-Arnold x Reader
Summary ~ the months of your pregnancy and whatâs happened during them
Warnings ~ reader gets a little insecure let me know if there are any others
A/N ~ sooooo yâall wanted pt.2 so hereâ€ïž
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1 month
Through out your first month youâve moved in with Trent and got settled in with him. Your dad had gotten more used to the idea of seeing Trent more and you both dating.
You both told all of the Liverpool players, they were all happy for you both, even though they all knew you and Trent were dating. You were happy no one was saying anything about you and Trent, about how you both only been dating less than a year and now gonna have a baby.
2 months
During your second month is when you am Trent decided to try and come up with plans about the nursery, but itâd look like if it was a boy or girl.
Now that the bump was a little bigger, Trent would always wanna touch it. Youâll be cooking dinner, heâll walk up behind you and put him hands on your belly. Cuddling on the couch, his hands are on your belly. Going to sleep, his hands on the little bump. You thought it was cute though.
3 months
Around the 3 months pregnant, you started getting your stretch marks. You always looked at them after your shower, or while getting changed. One time Trent caught you crying over them, he had told you that no matter how far you got youâd still be his pretty girl. That only made you cry more because also around the 3 month mark is when you started getting small mood swings.
Trent would also talk to the baby sometime, heâd tell them funny stories about what happened at training and stuff. Most the time when Trent talk to the baby inside of you, youâd scratch his head.
4 months
During the 4th month you and Trent found out the gender, it was a baby boy. So you picked you favorite nursery, and started or do the stuff for the room.
Also during the 4th month of your pregnancy, it was yours and Trentâs 1 year anniversary. You had told him you were ready to tell the public, social media. He had took you to the beach during sunset for a walk. You guys stopped and took some pictures of his hands on your belly while you kiss, and another but your foreheads leaning together. Then the text day you both posted on your instagrams the two pictures and did cute captions and everyone from the Liverpool team was saying congratulations and stuff even though they know.
5 months
During the 5th month is when you started getting some weird cravings. Like eating a grilled cheese with a pickle. Sometimes at night youâd randomly get hungry and have to wake up Trent and would feel baby after seeing how tired he was.
âWhat happened baby, what do you needâ he asked. âNo itâs nothing go to back to sleepâ you said feelings bad. âNo tell me please, I wanna help, even if itâs 3amâ he said. âIâm hungryâ you said looking at him. âOkay what do you wantâ he said getting out of bed, throwing on a sweatshirt and grabbing his keys. âUmm ice cream, and McDonaldâs, then get something if you want anythingâ you spoke. âOkay Iâll be backâ he said.
It was like that for at least two times out of the week.
6 months
During your 6th month of your pregnancy, you and Trent finished the nursery. You both also started doing small baby proofing thing around the house. Like putting edge covers on the corners of tables and stuff.
You also planned your baby shower, and sent out invitations to everyone you invited.
You and Trent went to more ultrasounds, your baby boy was still nice and healthy.
7 months
During the 7th month. You and Trent had your baby shower, inviting yours and his family, the whole Liverpool team. Your dad had gotten you and Trent a car seat for the baby. His parents got you another car seat so you now you had one for his car and your car. Everyone else got you stuff like clothes, toys, diapers, and wipes.
You and Trent also posted on instagram, pictures of the baby shower and the caption being, âonly 2 more monthsâ. All the boys commenting saying how they canât wait to be uncles and stuff.
8 months
During the 8th month it was very emotional. After one of Trentâs games you had went down to the field, with all the other wives or girlfriends. While you were talking with Trent he randomly stopped and held you hands. All of the Liverpool players gathering around. Then thatâs when he got on one one and asked you to marry him. It was a special moment, everyone on the stadium was cheering and clapping. He put the ring on your finger and kissed you, all the Liverpool boys cheering and hugging Trent after yous had your moment. Your dad coming over to you to hug you. Also pulling Trent into a big hug.
9 months
You were finally happy you were almost done. It was almost time for your baby boy to come.
You and Trent in the hospital after your water broke. He was by your side the whole time, getting something if you needed it. But when you were finally dialed 10cm, he was there holding your hand. He was kissing your forehead, telling you just a couple more pushes and youâll be done. When you heard crying, you started crying. Trent cut the umbilical cord off, then the doctors handed you the baby. You looked at him, you could immediately tell he had Trent nose and lips.
âHeâs so handsome, just like youâ you spoke looking at Trent. âIâm so proud of you, you did so goodâ he said kissing you. After you got to hold your baby for a minute, they took him to get him cleaned and weighed.
Trent was there, telling you how proud he was. He kept kissing your head. The doctors came back in to ask for the name, Trent looked at you and nodded. âElijah Alexander-Arnoldâ you spoke with a smile. The doctor thanked you and said you could rest for a little while.
While you were taking a nap, Trent walked out to the waiting room. He told his parents and klopp to follow him. He walked the over the the glass that overlooked the new born babyâs. He pointed and said âthere is your grandson Elijahâ he look at his parents and klopp who had a look of awe in their eyes.
After you woke up about an hour later, Trent was back in the room. âHey beautiful, the doctors are gonna come back soon, they want you to try and breast feedâ he spoke softly. âOkayâŠ..also thank you Trent, Iâm so glad this happened to usâ you spoke holding his hand that was on you face. âI love youâ he said kissing your lips. âI love you tooâ you replied.
Mover the next 2 days. His parents and siblings came to visit, and your dad also visited. But now you and Trent were alone, the doctors came in and asked Trent if he wanted to do his first skin to skin. He was immediately saying yes. He took his shirt off, the doctors took off the shirt you had on him. Trent took the Elijah from the doctors arms and laid him on his chest. Trent was looking at him, how he looked so small on him. He started tearing up, you watched at the moment happened, you knew from here that this happened with the right person. Trent laid there with Elijah for about 15 minutes before it was time to breast feed again.
After being in the hospital for about 6 days you could finally leave. You changed into a pair of your sweatpants and your(Trentâs) sweatshirt. Trent carefully put Elijah in the car seat. you and Trent signed out and walked to the car, Trent set his car seat on the base and heard it click, telling him it was locked in place.
You and Trent were definitely happy with this and couldnât wait to see what was to come.
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Soooo hereâs pt.2
Was it good?????
also should I make pt.3 where like you take Elijah to training to meet all his uncles, and maybe like the first year of Elijah and how it went.
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part 7 of my netflix and chill collection!
summary: You canât believe this is Jungkookâs preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube. warnings: smut in the forms of nipple play, handjobs, spit kink, face riding, unprotected, flavored warming lube, riding, praise kink, soft femdom, missionary bc his eyes are pretty, tit sucking, more jk has an impreg kink, oh and this is all subby kook rating: mature (18+) miscellaneous: domesticity baby!! fluff, soft scenes /.\, jk is sick:((, doyeon is A Doctor, yn sees an opportunity and she grabs it, surprise ending <3 word count: 8.7k Â
notes: finallyâŠ. 7 parts later and we get ~âšđsub kookđâš~ this was honestly my fave to write I think because I was obSESSEDDD with his softness and yn leading hehe /.\ also yeah we time jumped 6 months bc uhmmm đ story progression also hereâs [ THE KOOK U SHOULD IMAGINE FOR THIS đĄ ] also if see a typo ummm no u didn't .
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Despite what past experiences may dictate, Jungkookâs body is actually quite resilient. Itâs due in part to his obnoxiously healthy lifestyle; avocado breakfasts, gym rat tendencies, and a normal personâs circadian rhythm (you could never relate). He lives the life health professionals can only dream of writing down in their notes, so careful of his well-being that itâs almost annoying. Of all the habits you help him break, the rituals he sometimes forgets, his health is never one and itâs actually one he ropes you into quite often. The ladder accident last summer had truly been an odd occurrence, and for a while after, you doubt anything else will ever happen to him.Â
And then winter comes.Â
Now, Jungkook, with all his superior bodily systems and strict lifestyle, is still not immune to the common cold. So when he comes down with a stuffy nose, a saggy frame, youâre not too surprised. Itâs right after New Yearâs, which you had spent it at one of Taehyungâs classic overcrowded parties this year, shivering on a rooftop as he kissed you silly under the fireworks, so one of you was bound to get sick. And you were sick for Halloween, so itâs only the universeâs way of leveling the playing field when he gets sick after New Years.Â
What does surprise you is when he doesnât bounce back right away. Usually, Jungkookâs high caliber immune system has him in tip top shape about two days later. But this time around, it takes a while. In fact, it takes longer than usual, and you donât realize until youâre coming over on a Friday night, met with an unusual silence at the Jeon household.Â
As you slowly grew accustomed to your life out of school, you and Jungkook accepted that you didnât really have time to be glued to each otherâs hips at all hours of the day. It was only natural that sometimes you had too much work, were too tired, or were just not in the mood to visit each other. That was fine, and youâve come to quite appreciate this new routine, because it only made your heart flutter faster than before when you did see him next. You donât have to see each other everyday, and that was fine; it was part of growing up together (and growing old together, your sappy heart says).
But today, this separation ends up being your downfall. Jungkook first showed signs of a cold on Monday, and now it was Friday and you hadnât heard from him in two days. Youâre beginning to suspect heâs come down with something severeâ maybe that strain of the flu that he forgot to get vaccinated for this year âor even worse, dead.
Luckily, Jungkook isnât dead, just sadly slumped across the end of his bed, nose a bright red and hair a tangled mess. âOh no,â you frown, but thereâs not an ounce of distress in your voice, because boy, was he cute.Â
He groans at the sight of you. âDonât look at me,â he whimpers, hands fisting the sheets. âIâm ugly.â
You bite down on a smile, hang your bag on the hook behind his bedroom door. Heâs barely making an effort to stay on the bed, clinging to the side with such powerless hands. âAbsolutely hideous,â you play along, arms wrapping around his middle. Registering your touch, your support, he immediately releases what little grip he had and almost sends the two of you tumbling to the ground. âMy poor baby,â you croon, manhandling him back into the comfort of his sheets.Â
Perhaps the reason you believed Jungkook was so immune was because, well, he never let you see him sick.Â
He was picky about his presentation to the world, always wanting to show his best side. And well, you were in that world. Hell, you were probably the main person he wanted to show off for (not to toot your own horn), so he avidly avoided showing you his unpleasant sides. Even in college, when you had been practically stuck to his side, he had always made a big deal of pushing you away when he was sick, calling off dates and hiding away at his house.Â
You sort of knew why. Namjoon had told you once that Jungkook when drunk was the equivalent of a needy, whiny baby. You could attest to that because wine drunk Jungkook and vodka drunk Jungkook were quite the experiences to haul home. And apparently Jungkook when sick was more or less the same. He was all doe eyes and pouty lips, magnified by his weakened appearance. He was adorable.Â
Heâs wearing a lot of layers, but itâs still winter so you donât think too much of it. Dark long sleeve sweatshirt, the front tucked into some cute brown and black checkered pants. You see it as just some casual at home attire until you reach for his covers, hand brushing his hair from his face, only to find it ice cold.Â
âOh, youâre freezing, honey,â you frown, for real this time. Jungkook whimpers, snuggles into the sheets you pull up to his chin. He dozes off soon after, pouty lips chapped to hell and back. You reach for your chapstick, deciding to get one good use of it on your own lips before contaminating it with Jungkookâs sick germs. Even in his sleep heâs a good boy, rolling his lips together after youâve applied it on him.Â
With Jungkook knocked out, you pad back downstairs and into his kitchen. You can more or less infer that heâs come down with something a little more intense than a cold. His skin was cold, and his nose was runny, but, oddly enough, he wasnât sweating. You decide to consult a professional.Â
âThe little gremlin is sick?â Doyeon repeats, a comforting buzz in your ear as you get to work making Jungkook your famous Get Better Soon Soup, idly waiting for the water to boil over. You confirm. Doyeon, legend that she was, accidentally sat an entire physiology class one semester (and passed), so this is the closest youâll get to a doctor friend. âHm,â she says, âwhatâre his symptoms?â
You press your phone between your ear and shoulder, clattering around Jungkookâs kitchen for ingredients. âRunny nose and colder than your ass that one time you passed out in the snow,â you supply. âOh, but not sweating.â
Doyeon hums over the line, tells you to give her a second, and disappears. âWebMD is saying fever, but you said heâs not sweating?â You confirm again. âThrow him in front of the heater and make him sweat then. He has to burn it out somehow.â
âI canât do that,â you sigh, pausing when you hear some vague sound from around the house. Itâs not Jungkook, so you return to your call. Anyway, Jungkookâs house is, like, perfect. Always warm when need be and always cold as well. You donât even think he knows what a space heater is. âHeâs sick sick. Like, can barely hold himself up sick.âÂ
She scoffs. âAnd I care why?â You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then sheâs moving on. âBabe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.â
âFine,â you mumble. âWait, can you look something else up for me?â
Anyway, Jungkook probably has a fever, except itâs weird because heâs not sweating it out. He wakes up about an hour later, but this time heâs more self aware. He eats his soup and takes the medicine you offer him. Afterwards, he canât go back to sleep so he huffily asks for his iPad and begins watching some weirdly specific YouTube videos you donât think youâve ever seen him watch before.Â
You have absolutely no idea what heâs watching, some niche videos of guys in Singapore turning random forest areas into underwater pools? You donât know. Jungkook seems interested, though, for all of ten minutes until he falls asleep again.Â
Heâs still cold, poor baby, nose like an ice cube that just wonât melt. You find a heating pad you left over in his closet and place it on his chest. Your thought process is that if his heart, the source of all energy, was warm, then certainly the rest of him will warm up soon enough. Yeah, you missed the last three seasons of Greyâs Anatomy; you were a little rusty.Â
So with Jungkook fast asleep and nothing else to do, you assume the age-old, patriarchal task of cleaning around the house.Â
His house was usually neat and tidy, mostly as a result of Jungkookâs virgo manifestations, but even those varied. His living room tended to be spotless, but his personal office was a different story. But with him having been out of it this past week, the entire house is littered in tiny garbage that would make Normal Jungkook burst a blood vessel.
Thereâs a pile of Reeseâs wrappers in the downstairs bathroom, on the sink next to his toothbrush. The sight makes you sad, because your poor boy must have been struggling if he was eating candy in the bathroom, where he⊠uses the bathroom. And then that thought makes you even sadder, thinking back to all the times he was sick and alone, fending for himself out of his weird embarrassment of showing normal body functions.Â
You had thought he was cute when you first arrivedâ he still was âbut he was also so weak and frail, bulky muscles rendered useless by whatever bacteria was attacking his body, making him sleepy and in pain for god knows how long. With a resolute nod, you sweep all the wrappers into the trash and decide to do your very best at helping Jungkook get through this sickness and bounce back better than ever.Â
Before leaving his bathroom, you ransack his cabinets, deciding he probably keeps most of his antibiotics here. Itâs a spot you never really snoop around, because Jungkook always keeps a fully stocked basket in his closet filled with your typical necessitiesâ from conditioner to pads to nail polish remover, he kept it all. And furthermore, you always tended to use his upstairs bathroom anyway, so thatâs where your toothbrush and the like were kept. There was really no need for you to ever look through the downstairs bathroomâs cabinet. So the downstairs bathroom cabinet is practically the other side of the world to you, a culture shock so strong it has you plopping down in front of it to thoroughly sift through.Â
Heâs got a disgusting amount of hair products, none of which you actually think youâve ever seen him use, and a maniacal amount of tooth stuff. Now, you were quite possibly the biggest proponent for dental care, but this was ridiculous. Four packs of floss on reserve, and about three cases of those dental picks. A whole family pack of toothbrushes and one of those cute little cases for his retainer youâve seen a few times.Â
So overwhelmed with his ungodly stash of dental hygiene utilities, you almost miss the pretty pink tube hidden in the very back corner.Â
Youâre thinking itâs some makeup primer you left before that he mistook for moisturizer, probably dumped it with all his other things, only to find out you are very, very wrong.Â
Sensation Warming Lubricant: NOW! in strawberry flavorÂ
You blink.Â
Lubricant? Jungkook was using lubricant? Strawberry, sensation warming lubricant?!
Somewhere in your mind you had convinced yourself that Jungkook was a simple man, a lotion at his bedside drawer type of man. He had you for the last one and half year, and you two fucked like rabbits, so you hardly doubt he was jacking it alone these days. And even if he was, why on earth was he so specific about the type of lube he uses?
You turn the bottle around, eyes scanning for an expiration date or something of the like, only to find that the copyright symbol was under this current year. The year that had just started, like, two weeks ago.Â
Oh, so this was new.Â
You turn it over, eyes scanning over the warnings like itâll tell you something about your boyfriend you donât know yet, some other hidden secret that heâs maybe held from you. Granted, owning lube isnât really a big deal, but the fact heâs got it so hidden away (not really, it was casually sitting beside his sunscreen) was definitely something to zero in on.Â
Strawberry flavored, you read again, warming, stimulating, edible? Forget his weirdly extensive floss collection, you had stumbled upon something amazing in here, the goddamn Hope Diamond among snooping girlfriend finds. Youâll confront him about this later, you decide, when heâs back to normal and not whiningly calling your name from upstairs. You pocket it for now, tucking it into your cardigan pockets for said later interrogation, and bound up the stairs to him again.Â
Heâs sitting up in bed like a very angry and confused toddler, brows furrowed sharply like heâs mad. Actually, he just canât see, the light from the hallway blinding him, so you shut the door and flick on his bedside lamp for him instead. âHi, honey,â you coo, sitting down on the edge beside him. Heâs still waking up, leaning a little too heavily into your palm when you cup his face. âHowâre you feeling?â
âTerrible,â he rasps out, but heâs definitely looking better than before. You donât know if you imagine it, but thereâs this slowly accumulating sweat that forms along the base of his neck. âPlease donât leave again,â he says softly, droopy eyes glassy.Â
Something shoots straight to your heartâ an arrow from Cupid himself! âthat makes you stroke his cheek tenderly until his eyelids are fluttering shut again. âI wonât,â you promise, feeling around for his iPad. He doesnât seem like heâll fall back asleep, sitting up with more strength than he had that morning.Â
You end up climbing behind him, let him be the little spoon you know he secretly craves to be, as he watches his weird YouTube videos again. His body is so warm against yours, but his skin is still so cold. If what Doyeon had said was true, itâs no wonder heâs kept the same sickness all week. The rhythmic sound of machetes hacking at the earth and water trickling through bamboo pipes grows on you, makes you fall into a sense of comfort behind him, arms tracing circles over his chest.Â
Itâs a mindless habit, one you actually do a lot. Most of the time, itâs when heâs at his desk and stressed out, your masseuse hands making an appearance to soothe the muscles in his neck and chest from being hunched over for so long. Even now, your fingers unconsciously press into the fabric over his pecks, tickle up his sternum until heâs melting against you.Â
It takes one quiet whimper from him to let you know exactly how heâs feeling. âEverything alright?â you inquire, halting your movements over his chest. Jungkook nods shakily, head lolling forward. The nape of his neck calls to you, whispers for a kiss that you tenderly bestow upon it. It makes Jungkook jolt, another pretty sound leaving his lips at the press of your warm lips against his sensitive neck.Â
âNo more,â he mumbles, rolls his head around until itâs resting against your shoulder, giving you a clear view down his chest. You slide your hands back up from where theyâd gone stiff just around his ribs, let them palm over his pecs. Jungkookâs hips buck, a minuscule movement you almost miss.Â
His heart thunders like the inside of a horse race track beneath your palm, breath picking up just from the simple motion of your hands on his chest. Itâs on the fourth circle around his pecs that you feel your pinky briefly catch on something. âPoor thing,â you sigh, running the pad of your pointer finger over the hardened nipple that peaks beneath his sweatshirt. âIs this what was bothering you?âÂ
A shaky exhale in response, hands tightly clutching at his iPad and beloved YouTube video genre. âN-No,â he denies, but you chance a peak at his face, where his lips are bitten a rosy pink color, its slightly muted sister rushing down his cheeks, over his neck.Â
You press the lightest of kisses to the side of his neck, and he shivers. âNeed me to take care of you?â you purr, trail your hands down his chest towards where the hem of his sweater sits. You run your finger over it twice, before moving to slip your hand beneath. Your fingers brush along his abs, contracted tightly at your touch, and slowly make their way back up his chest.Â
Fingers find his pebbled nipples, a gasp escaping his lips. âDoes this feel good?â you ask softly, pinching the swollen nubs between your fingers. Jungkook groans, body arching just the slightest as you rub his nipples, tug and twist them until heâs a whining mess. âNeed you to tell me, honey,â you encourage, lips ghosting over his neck.Â
The second kiss has him flinching as well, head rapidly turning the other way as you slowly kiss over his neck. â___, please,â he pants, knuckles pale on the sides of the iPad. You're afraid itâll snap, if not from his grip then from the way he pushes at it, like heâs breaking a wooden board over his knee. Itâs still on YouTube, playing another video from the same collection, volume competing with Jungkookâs tiny sounds.Â
Pressing your lips to his neck, you kiss along it slowly, reveling in the lovely noises that Jungkook produces the more you rub his nipples, lower body squirming animatedly before you. Your kisses grow wet for a short period, suck purple blossoms across his skin until Jungkook is quivering like a leaf. âE-Enough,â he begs, voice a wobbly mess that is so light and airy.Â
You grin, giving his rockhard nipples one last flick before sliding your hands down his chest, over his stomach to toy with the elastic of his pants. He inhales sharply, iPad nearly snapped in half mid video. Ready to play with him some more (and slightly afraid for the future of his tablet), you reach out a hand to move it away, set it off to the side.Â
But Jungkook doesnât release it. In fact, he clings to the damn piece of tech tighter than before. âHmm?â you murmur, bottom lip brushing against his neck once more. âNot letting go, sweetheart?âÂ
He shakes his head, soft crown of curls bouncing from the movement. âCanât, canât,â he shivers. His knees shift back and forth, move between being casually spread and flush together. Like heâs hiding something, using the iPad and the videos on screen as cover. You tug at his wrist and Jungkook shakes his head again.Â
You change tactics, hand sliding around his wrist instead. The other travels up, up, up, comes curling around the base of his neck. Jungkook whimpers, tilts his head back for you cutely at the first brush of your fingers against his Adamâs apple. âThought you were my good boy?â you ask, eyes zeroed in on the tremble of his lower lip.Â
Jungkook exhales shakily, a rather torn expression crossing his features. âI am,â he insists, fingers still tight âI am your good boy.â
You smile, stroking the front of his neck softly as you lean down to press a kiss against his cheek. âYou are, arenât you?â He whimpers. âThen let go, honey,â you murmur, hand on his wrist giving another experimental tug. Still, his grip remains solid. âJungkook,â you snap, âlet go.â
âY-Youâll laugh,â he cries, yet his grip slowly weakens. Itâs with a swift tug that the iPad tumbles to his side, presses against his hip, and shows you the raging hard-on that stirs beneath the front of his cotton pants. Pressed nearly beside your ear, Jungkook shivers.Â
Ever so slowly, your hands return to their place around his waist. âWhy would I laugh, sweetheart?â you mumble, marveling at the way his cock twitches and jumps beneath his pants before you can even touch it. His shirt is hiked up just above his abs, your hands tenderly stroking over the skin beneath his navel, but itâs got Jungkook writhing. âHips up for me,â you instruct.Â
He shakes even when he pushes himself up, knees wobbling as you slip your hands beneath his waistband and tug them down his thighs. Afterwards, his legs flop forward flatly, spread out with his beautiful swollen cock on display against his hip.Â
You trap it at the base and Jungkook mewls, hands fisting the sheets now that his beloved iPad has been snatched away. Itâs still playing his videos, interrupting his saccharine moans with corny ads every few minutes. A hand snaps up to join, opposite of yours, until your fingers are entwined around his dick. How romantic, you think, discreetly rolling your hips back against the mattress. âGonna help me make you cum?â you ask instead, give him a light squeeze that makes him jolt.Â
âUh huh,â he responds, feathery.Â
You reward him with a kiss to his cheek, reaching up to brush away the hair thatâs begun sticking to his forehead. In the very back of your head you recognize this as being good for his fever, but the rest of you is more concerned with the pretty pout on his lips. âHold tight for me,â you smile, releasing his cock to press your finger against the very tip of his cock where a pearly drop of precum has begun forming. âSo pretty, Jungkookie,â you praise, teasing the length of your finger over the slit on his head. It has that juicy droplet coating your finger, gliding seamlessly over and over again.Â
The simple touch makes him buck, has him blindly wrapping an arm around your bent knee that was pressed to his side this whole time. He squeezes around you rather weakly, the majority of his strength going to holding his cock tightly like youâd instructed. Heâs such a good boy for you, trying his absolute best, even when youâre very obviously overwhelming him.Â
You roll the flat side of your finger over him, his mushroom tip slowly growing more and more slick as he produces more precum. Itâs shiny, fits perfectly between your clasped fingers when you squeeze around his head. Jungkookâs breath turns labored.Â
Heâs always so well kept down there, skin so smooth and free of hairs, and you know he does it because he wants to impress you. âSo pretty, baby,â you hum, acknowledging his efforts. Your praise makes Jungkook moan, suddenly fucking up into his hand. Itâs accidental, because he hisses at the drag of his dry palm around his relatively dry dick immediately.Â
âHurts, hurts,â he whimpers prettily, lower lip caught between his teeth.Â
You frown, slide your wet fingers down the base of his cock until theyâre wrapping around his and Jungkookâs little gasps even out. âIâm sorry, baby, you gotta be patieââ
Something presses against your hip, something distinctly hard that you had hastily picked up from his bathroom cabinet earlier, and a whole new door opens before your eyes. âHold still for me,â you tell him quickly as you release your grip around his cock. Jungkook wails at the separation, but youâre more concerned with wrestling the tube out of your pocket with one hand. Itâs heavy in your palm, turning over until that big fat label on front comes into view again.Â
Jungkook explodes at the sight. âWhâ Where did you find that?â he stammers, cheeks ablaze. âI-I donât know where that came froââ
You ignore him, hold the bottle of lubricant over his stomach as you uncap it, a gooey pink substance spilling over into your hands the moment the lid pops off. Jungkook is still rambling away about the origins of the bottle, as if you care. You set the bottle on his tummy, the cold plastic makes him shiver. But you know whatâs not cold? The warming lube in your hands that only takes three rubs of your palms to activate.Â
You latch down like a crazed animal around his cock. With both your hands fighting to grip at his cock, youâre pressed closer against Jungkook, lips against the shell of his ear.Â
The initial touch makes him sob, back arching and legs kicking at the sheets piled at the foot of the bed as your slick hands track the lube over his dick. âNo!â he cries, hands wildly reaching out to grab whatever he can as you slowly get to work pulling him off. âI-I canât, __, I canât.â
âYou can,â you coo, watching the translucent pink substance coat his cock, join his sticky precum.Â
Maybe you get overexcited in your efforts, forget Jungkook is the way he is right now because he was still a little weak from his fever, but you go crazy on stroking his cock. One hand lingers around the base, squeezing and rolling over his balls, palm pressing against the hardened sac and squeezing there too. The other focuses at the tip, does most of the actual stroking over his cock. His head is leaking precum now, every stroke and squeeze making him shudder and push out another drop, until itâs mixing with the lube to form a sticky sweet substance that you wanna lick at so bad.Â
So you do.Â
You release one hand to curiously bring it up to your face, turning it over and around as you examine the stickiness on your fingers, the fat drop that unintentionally drips onto the front of Jungkookâs sweatshirt. He sobs at the sight of your lips around your fingers, squirms and bucks into the hand still on his cock until heâs embarrassingly coming. âIâm sorry,â he wails, hands fisting the sheets, fucking into your hand like a virgin. âI didnâtâ I didnât mean to.âÂ
You draw your hand away, watching in slow motion the cum that just spurted from his cock come dribbling down the slowly softening length now. âOh, sweetheart,â you croon, hands on his tummy. The bottle of lube slips to the side, meets the still playing iPad at his hip. Itâs sticky and gross to touch him like this, especially when you know Jungkook hates being unnecessarily dirty, but you canât stop yourself from softly caressing him, soothe him after such a hard-hitting orgasm.Â
Honestly you had thought he would hold up a little more, let you get in a few more strokes, but he mustâve been more sensitive than you thought. âIâm sorry,â he cries again, head lolling to the side to meet your gaze with watery eyes.Â
You tilt his head to the side, angle him just right for you to bestow your first kiss of the night against his little pout. Jungkook hiccups, melts against you as you slowly guide him through the kiss. Heâs sloppy and shy, moves nothing like your normal Jungkook, and that fact alone has you slipping your tongue past his lips. He doesnât fight back, just lets you play with him and sighs all delicately against your mouth.Â
Thereâs something about this, his soft and submissive attitude, that has you pulling away to look at him. Big brown eyes, glassed over with unshed tears, and plush lips that call your name. And yet.Â
âOpen,â you murmur, hypnotized by the way that tiny mouth moves.Â
âHuh?â Jungkook flushes, but heâs so good, heâs your good boy, and does so anyway. Lower lip quivers as he parts his lips, stuttering exhales creeping through as you purse your lips, let the saliva collect on your mouth, before rudely spitting into his. He flinches, whimpers softly, and swallows. He looks at you with these expectant eyes, like he wants to hear how much of a good boy he is, so you do exactly that.Â
You brush his bangs away lovingly. âArenât you just so good for me,â you purr, revel in the way his eyes flutter shut at your touch, like you could never hurt him, and you wonât.Â
As sweet as the moment is, thereâs a raging fire in your core begging to be stroked, and your hyperfixation on Jungkookâs mouth lets you know thereâs only one way to chase the feeling. âUp,â you tell Jungkook, who whimpers sadly when you finally escape from behind him.Â
But you donât get too far, settling beside him on the bed until youâre looking at the damage youâve caused from the front. His skin is sticky in some places, pink sheen of the lube decorating him from your incessant touching. Pants around his thighs, shirt against his chest. His face is flushed, all the way down to his chest and up to his ears, so rosy and pink all for you. He shies away under your gaze, drops his head to his chin bashfully.Â
You grin, shuffle forward to turn those pretty eyes back towards you. âMessy little thing,â you tease, slotting your mouths together again. Jungkook moans this time, lazily kissing you back. His lips move in slow motion, trembling hands reaching for your face to cup, your name falling from his lips when you pull away slightly. âNeed you to help me out now,â you murmur, hand on his jaw. âCan you do that, honey?â Jungkook nods hurriedly, eyes foggy and on your mouth. âLay back.â
He does so, rushes to lay against the pillows until heâs flat on his back. You get to work on your clothes, shed your cardigan and languidly tug your top over your head in the way you know makes your breasts bounce. Beneath you, Jungkook whines at the sight. âYou too,â you remind him, wiggling out of your jeans. At your instruction, he begins fumbling with his clothes, pants and underwear haphazardly thrown over the edge of the bed.Â
By the time youâre naked, youâre met with a rather amusing sight.Â
In his haste to take his clothing off, Jungkook seems to have gotten himself tangled in his long sleeves, shirt awkwardly bunched up around his wrists and twisted over some. You chuckle. âHelp please,â he asks so politely, shaking his arms back and forth above his head. But youâre genuinely confused as to what he did, because one of the sleeves wraps around the other, pins the bulk of the fabric to his skin, and then the other wraps around that. A mess you donât bother dissecting, simply climbing over him. He complains, of course, soft huffs you wave off.Â
âDonât need them anyway,â you shrug, canât help the lovesick look you send him when you brush his hair away for the umpteenth time. Jungkook leans into the touch sweetly, rosy cheek pressed against your palm. âLemme see your pretty little tongue,â you order, pussy clenching when he does as told and rolls his tongue out for you, tip pressed against his bottom lip. âGood boy.â
A soft whimper, and then youâre shuffling over him, pretty doe eyes watching with amazement when you finally hover over his face. âFor me?â he asks so softly, so sweetly.Â
Itâs a question youâve heard him utter countless times before in similar settings, always with a cocky grin and mean eyes, ready to send you to hell and back with his tongue or his cock. But itâs different now, big shiny eyes looking at you like youâre the greatest thing to ever happen in his life, so pliant and demure beneath your touch like he lived to serve you.Â
âAll for you,â you assure him, get comfortable, and slowly lower your pussy over his face. His eyes flutter shut immediately, pink tongue ready for you by the time your dripping cunt nears his face.Â
You canât help the moan that tears itself from your throat, a soft cry as he begins lapping against your folds. Heâs so tender, so careful. It drives you crazy. Hands above his head squirming as you slowly grind your pussy over his face, more mindful than usual because he was so delicate tonight, like a baby bird that shivers with the simplest touch.Â
His tongue is smooth, circles around your clit. He nudges your bundle of nerves back and forth a few times, sends an initial wave of tingles down your spine, before taking it between puckered lips. His slurps it into his mouth, where itâs so hot and wet, it makes your grind stutter. âOh,â you pant, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. âP-Perfect,â you mumble.Â
The praise makes his features twist up cutely, mouth desperate to get more out of you. âYou like that?â you gasp, holding his head still as he runs his tongue along your folds. Jungkook nods, eyes glazed over as he messily begins eating you out. âLike when I tell you youâre a good boy, Jungkookie?âÂ
He lets out a broken whine, the vibrations shooting up your spine and making you shiver. Tongue pressed in at your entrance, prods gently like itâs his first time (itâs not) and heâs gauging your reactions. âOh baby,â you shudder, fingers tightening in his curls.Â
He looks like an angel beneath you like this, halo of curls artfully splayed across the sheets, arms knotted above his head. Big pretty eyes that make you want to lay down and be his bitch instead, their power just so strong even when heâs whining and whimpering against your pussy like this. His tongue dips into your cunt, makes you buck against him by accident. âIâm sorry, angel,â you breathe, so caught up in your thoughts that the name just slips. It makes Jungkookâs cheeks flush a pretty pink, arms tug at their makeshift restraints. But his brain is scattered, torn between releasing himself, eating you out, and being shy.Â
He settles soon enough, ends up just sticking his tongue out flat for you to grind against, using the grip in his curls to drag your pussy over his face. His scalp feels warm, sweat clinging to his hairline. He sighs endearingly against you, and itâs that final puff of warm air against your folds that has you coming, cum dripping over his lips and chin sinfully.Â
When you finish, you quickly get off of him, lay down beside him. Jungkook is panting softly, tongue peeking out to taste the cum that splattered against the corner of his lips. âYou were so good for me,â you praise, idly dragging your finger across his skin, collecting your cum on the tip.Â
Jungkook looks at you with a heavy gaze, knotted wrists slowly returning to rest over his abdomen. âCan you⊠Can you call me that again?â he asks hesitantly, so shy and polite.Â
âHm?â you ask. âAngel?â His lips part, an awfully aroused look crossing his features. You smile, press your cum loaded finger against his lips and he opens, sucks around your finger and moans. âMy pretty little angel,â you purr, slowly thrusting your finger in and out of his mouth. Before you can stop yourself, youâre leaning over to kiss him again, swallowing his cries in your desperate need to taste yourself on his tongue. Jungkook is more active this time around, daringly challenging your tongue with his before ultimately giving up, languidly following the pace you set for the kiss. You pull off with a pop, leave him dazed and trailing after your mouth cutely.Â
You pat his cheek once, offer him a tender smile, before moving to get up and clean up. Jungkook whines at your departure, and itâs only once youâve sat up that you realize why.Â
Half hard cock at his hip, fattening slowly but surely. Instantly, itâs like the post-orgasm fatigue is yanked away, pussy throbbing at the sight of your angel and his cock, swelling from eating you out and kissing. He was too good to be true.Â
âOh, you poor thing,â you sigh dramatically, shifting onto your knees at his hip to look at him. Something pokes your leg; itâs the stupid iPad playing his dorky YouTube videos that you click off and chuck to the other side of the bed. You had had enough of that by now.Â
Heâs not at full mast yet, and heâs not getting there quick enough for your liking. So you take matters into your own hands. (Besides, what was stopping you tonight? Certainly not this soft, pliant Jungkook.)
Kneeling between his legs, you reach for the forgotten bottle of lube, squirt a fat glob into your hands, then decide that isnât enough and squirt it directly onto your chest. Jungkook watches with wide eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth. âWhatâ Whatâre you doing?â he stammers, canât even sit up with his hands held together. â__, y-you donât haveââ
Squeezing your breasts together, you slip his cock between the crevice, watch as his angry head comes out on the other side so easily, so slippery. Oh, this was gonna be post-work, shower-time, spank bank material for months.Â
Jungkook sobs, loud and unfiltered at the sight, expression torn as he watches you slowly work your tightened breasts down his quickly hardening member. âT-Too much, too much,â he cries, squirming and bucking beneath you. âI-Iâll comeââÂ
âDonât,â you snap, stilling your moments to flick your eyes back to him. His head is rolled back, jaw strained, but when he manages to lift it up and look down at you, thereâs tears that streak his cute face, trails that glisten when the lowlight of the lamp hits him just right. âDonât fucking come yet, Jungkook.â
He sniffles weakly, more tears spilling from his eyes. âBut Iâ it feels,â he blubbers, knotted hands reaching down for the base of his cock. You slap it away. â___, please,â he wails, face flushed from all his conflicting emotions.Â
Ignoring his cries, you get back to work, moving your upper body to and fro to simulate the thrusting motion he is too weak to do himself. He whimpers pitifully, more tears leaving his eyes when you lean down and spit on the head of his cock when it emerges next, make it join the rest of the ungodly fluids painting your chest. Honestly, youâre certain itâs that damned strawberry flavored, sensation warming, edible lube that makes this experience so enjoyable, so mind-blowing.Â
Jungkook seems to agree, stuttering out a messy whine. âFeels weird,â he snivels, only to be cut off when you release him from in between your tits. Immediately, he begins lamenting the loss.Â
Slowly, you ease him back in. Youâre beginning to understand the intensity of that damned warming lube, because with each glide of his cock between your breasts, itâs like a tingle of nerves sparks within you, insides folding in on themselves as they channel all their energy to that one area of hastily spread lube. It feels so good and wet and messy, Jungkookâs whiny sniffles only fueling the experience. His cock twitches dangerously, and you flash him a glare. âJungkook,â you warn.Â
âIâm sorry,â he weeps, thrashing back and forth as if that makes it any easier. âI justâ I want,â he chokes, hips bucking into the suction youâve created between your boobs. Tentatively, you stick your tongue out, let his tip brush against it on the next thrust. Jungkook curses, a feral groan escaping his lips. âWanna fuck,â he seethes, ânow.â
Itâs but a slight peek into his regular personality, his normal mannerisms. But something about it now annoys you. In fact, it pisses you off, seeing him be so complacent and sweet just to try and overthrow you at the last second. And itâs with this same train of thought that you release him, climb over him like a crazed sex demon, and press your hand to his throat.Â
âYou're supposed to be good,â you spit, scowl turned on him and it immediately has Jungkook drawing back with his tail tucked, falling into line as he should. âYouâre supposed to be my angel tonight, remember?â
Jungkook nods, big round eyes looking at you like youâre insane, but the cock that presses against your ass tells you that he likes it. âI-Iâm sorry,â he stutters, shrinking back into the mattress. Sticky hands around his throat, probably make him warm and tingly, but all you can think about is those pretty eyes. Sensing your wavering emotions, he takes advantage by tilting his chin forward for you cutely, pink lips trembling as he silently asks for a kiss.Â
You release him.
âStupid angel,â you huff, mouth against his. âGonna make me mad if you donât act right,â you remind him, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. He whimpers against your mouth, letâs you play with his hair as you calm down. Heâs a blushing mess beneath you, every inch of him flushed and warm and sweaty.Â
You shift back and are met with his still rock hard member against your ass. You touch him appreciatively, reaching back to stroke him with a half-assed grip. It makes him moan nonetheless, pulling away from your lips to mewl against your shoulder. âWanna fuck?â you hum, curling your hand over the tip like he likes, watching his head roll back against his pillow at the sensation. Jungkook groans, doesnât seem to hear you now. You try again. âWanna fuck my pussy, baby?â
âYes,â he gasps this time, jolts when you press the tip of your finger against the slit on his head, plug his cock from releasing any more precum. âPlease, please,â he begs, the hands on his chest straining against the shirt he still hasnât managed to shake off.Â
One last kiss is delivered to him, a chaste one against his pout that makes him whine. âWhatever you want,â you purr, line him up.Â
Your hands are still sticky with the lube and so is his cock. Everything is sticky; his cock, you folds, your tits, his neck. Itâs a big sticky, slippery mess, but you canât even be annoyed because everything feels so good. Your tits tingle from whatever they put in that damn lube, nipples rock hard and extra swollen today, like if you donât touch them youâll die. You sink back into Jungkookâs throbbing cock, and the second his cock spreads the lube along your walls, youâre jolting because it just feels so damn good.Â
You canât believe this is Jungkookâs preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube.Â
His cock pushes past your folds, fits snugly inside of you just like it belongs. It still feels like the first time, feels like your first day where he was so perfect and sweet. Part of you wonders what would have become of you two if he had reacted like this that day, soft and whiny, when you first prepositioned him. Maybe the sexual aspect of your relationship would be entirely different today, maybe youâd be one the always leading.Â
But⊠youâre not sure if youâd want that. Leading is funâ hell, youâre certain this moment will be what you get engraved on your tombstone âbut you were a pillow princess at heart with occasional dominant tendencies. You drool over this moment now, but if he asks for this again tomorrow you might actually bend over and die. It was a lot of work, keeping the energy going, and you find yourself having this newfound sense of respect for Jungkook as his cock slips past your folds.Â
Anyway, when you sit on his cock, fingers teasingly tightening around his throat, Jungkookâs eyes are weirdly focused on your tits. Heâs been doing that a lot lately, losing his mind by just staring at your tits. On some occasions he puts them in his mouth, gets possessed by some titty loving monster and sucks on them until youâre trembling. Itâs fine because itâs quite frankly a huge ego boost, but something him now makes you want to pick at him for it.Â
âTheyâre yours to taste, angel,â you hum, slowly rolling your hips over his fat cock. Jungkook whimpers, softly ruts up into your heat the next time you press down. âTell me what you want,â you exhale, a breathy moan.Â
He doesnât say anything, just drops his mouth open for you with a trembling lower lip. Tongue peeks out, eyes glazed over in his lust, looking every bit like those hentai ads he hates so much. But you fulfill his wishes, help him sit up until heâs flush against your chest. His awkwardly bound hands get squished in the middle, and he says, âm-my hands...âÂ
âIâve got you,â you soothe, undo his self-made restraints and toss them to the side. Immediately, heâs wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him to latch his lips around your breasts. âS-Slow down,â you whine, hands on his biceps as he sucks your tit into his mouth, twirls his tongue around your nipple. Heâs good with his tongue even when heâs sick.Â
He pulls off with a pop, ragged breathing only making you more sensitive as it fans over the thin layer of saliva he leaves on your tits. âTastes like strawberries,â he groans wondrously, head against your chest. You use the lull to get back to fucking yourself on him, but Jungkookâs got other plans. He rolls the two of you over, pins you beneath him with his hot and sweaty body. âIâm sorry,â he moans as he begins jackhammering his thrusts into you.Â
Your back arches, legs thrown around his waist as the sudden change of events. âFffuck,â you heave, âharder, angelâ gotta fuck like you mean it.â
Jungkook shudders, hands looped around the small of your back. His cock rams into you over and over, each glide of it against the walls of your pussy making you unravel in his arms. His lips latch around your other boob, suck and suck like heâs expecting something to come out.
Thatâs when it hits you.Â
âN-Nothing there,â you tell him, arms wrapped around his shoulders. His lashes are wet, eyes pinching tighter at your reminder. He pulls away almost to protest, but then youâre guiding him up to your face, hot breath mingling with yours. âNothing there because you havenât given me a baby yet,â you murmur darkly, watch the emotions flood his features as you tap into that taboo kink of his.Â
He chokes, grinds his cock into you and holds it there. âI-I didnât,â he sniffs, âwe neverâ you never said,â he whines, â...you wanted one.â
You cup his face in his hands, feel slightly mean for the pride you get from his tear stricken appearance. âI do,â you purr, lazily kissing him. âWant one if itâs from you. Donât you?â He nods like an antsy puppy, quivering against you as he slowly and shallowly ruts into you. âDonât you wanna see me like that, angel?â you egg on, hands looping behind his neck, idly playing with stray waves and curls. âTummy so big and swollen because you did something bad, because you couldnât pull out.âÂ
Jungkook sobs, pulls you impossibly closer until the head of his cock is missing your cervix repeatedly. One of your legs is pressed nearly to your chest, hip tight from the force in which he holds you. âI-I want,â he agrees, more tears spilling down his cheeks.Â
You smirk evilly, kissing the corner of his mouth gently as he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts. âThen fuck me hard, Jungkookie,â you demand, âfuck me full of your cum.â
Jungkook nods with a sniffle against your shoulder, fingers tightening against your skin as he slowly but surely begins nailing you into the mattress. Heâs a good boy, always, because he does exactly what you tell him to. Uses those bulky muscles to hold you down, makes it impossible for you to move as he pistons his hips, cock sheathing itself inside your cunt.Â
Every drag makes you unconsciously clench, the raw feeling consuming your thoughts. His cock is so big and wet today, certainly due to that stupid lube from beneath his cabinet. Your entire pussy feels like itâs on ecstasy, stupidly geeked up by that lube, and youâre sure Jungkookâs cock feels the same. It makes the glide so much better, so much easier, each ram of his cock feeling so easy. âOh, fuck,â you whimper, nails digging down his spine. Jungkook is a sobbing, sniffling mess against the crook of your neck, absolute gibberish falling from his lips.Â
But youâre no better, tongue seemingly set on a chaotic rampage to validate every single one of his fantasies. âGonna fuck me while Iâm pregnant?â you pant against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair. He doesnât offer more than a strained cry, thrusts momentarily falling out of rhythm. âYou would like that, huh? Fucking me when youâre not supposed to. Youâre so bad, Kook-ah,â you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. âOnly pretend to be an angel but really youâre just a dirty, little pervert.âÂ
He wails loudly, slams his hips so hard into you that it makes you sob as well. âN-No,â he blubbers, tears against your skin. âIâm goodâ Iâm a good boy,â he stresses, fingers bruising their prints into your skin.Â
He presses so close, cock practically making your stomach bulge, but neither of you see. âDirty angel,â you spit, yank his hair back roughly until heâs forced to look at you with that watery gaze. âSo horny youâre willing to get me pregnant.â
Jungkook cries out, snaps his cock into you like heâs trying to break you in half. âNo,â he heaves, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto yours. âI-I-Iâd do it right,â he defends weakly, hips losing their demonic pace as his orgasm sneaks up on him. âMaâ Marry first⊠then, bâ baâ babââ
You swallow his words with your lips, kiss him like youâre on the verge of death in a desperate attempt to hide your tears from him. They paint your cheeks in stark strokes, trail down your skin and make everything blurry, but so does your orgasm.Â
You come first, heart and body trembling at his unexpectedly sweet words, as you become a whimpering, teary mess beneath him. Jungkook follows, cries out your name one last time as he busts inside of you.Â
Sticky and gross, he falls onto the pillow beside you. Poor baby is so tired, curls covering half of his face, but lips cutely puckered against the pillow. Heâs sweaty as hell though, which you now vaguely remember was your original goal with all of this so you count this as a success.Â
You think heâs fallen asleep, sitting up slowly and reaching for that t-shirt that bound him together earlier to clean up. He shudders when you run it against his skin, obviously still overwhelmed. You shift around the bed in search of todayâs MVP. âWhereâs the lube?â you mutter to yourself.Â
Jungkook groans. âYouTube?â he asks, voice dry as all hell.Â
âNo, honey, the lube we used,â you respond, running your hands over the sheets for any signs of the pink bottle.Â
âWant YouTube,â he mumbles, lets you swaddle him up in the blanket again. You roll your eyes and reach for the forgotten iPad that had long since tumbled to the floor. When it turns on, that same video from before is on pause so you donât bother changing it as you hand it back to Jungkook. âNice,â he murmurs, âunderground water slide.â
You snort. âWeirdo.â He glares cutely, eyes barely open at this point. âWatch your YouTube.â
âUse your lube,â he sasses back softly, nonsensically, and then rather anticlimactically passes out.Â
Thereâs something soft in your chest, something so big and overwhelming, that has you bending over his sleeping figure, mouth brushing against his. âHurry and get better, angel,â you whisper, wish on it with all your heart.Â
 To no oneâs surprise, you get sick two days later. Doyeon laughs and laughs for hours about it, tells you thatâs what you get for using sex as medicine. But Jungkookâs back to normal, which means he stays over and coddles you to death.Â
âHurry and get better,â he says, spoon feeding you your famous Get Better Soon Soup that you passed on to him. âI have a question to ask you.â
Thereâs a little black box in his downstairs bathroom cabinet that you swear youâve never seen, but Jungkook knows youâre lying.Â
It fits perfectly.Â
epilogue
She scoffs. âAnd I care why?â You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then sheâs moving on. âBabe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.â
âFine,â you mumble. âWait, can you look something else up for me?â
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Caring is the Greatest Advantage- Mycroft Holmes x Reader (Part 11)
A/N- Okay so this is just a short 2k fill in chapter! Itâs kinda cute and kinda sad but it was too long to add to the last chapter, and it doesnât fit in with the theme of the next chapter (though it sets it up quite nicely!). The next chapter is likely going to be a bit angsty but I promise itâll have a rewarding ending to it! I hope to have it written and up sooner rather than later but, until then, enjoy this little piece.
Word Count- 2028
The ten minute drive from Baker Street to the Natural History Museum went by in a flash- most of it being spent by Mycroft giving you a mental tour of the building's various rooms and the 'most appropriate route to take'. Though it did also take a minute or two for you to convince him to not get everybody kicked out for a private visit, no matter how many people were there.. Admittedly, you hadn't been to the museum for 6 years or so now- after living so long in London it feels less of a luxury being only round the corner from it- but walking through the doors made you feel like a child again. Entry to the museum was free, but that didn't mean you didn't see Mycroft swiftly pushing a few notes into the donation bin at the front before guiding you forwards. Glancing up, you eyed the blue whale skeleton that hung from the ceiling and frowned. Mycroft caught your look and spoke up.
"Ah yes, Hope has been a relatively recent addition to the museum. She was found dead on an Irish beach back in 1891. It's a rather beautiful marvel to gaze upon, though, large as she is, she doesn't quite fill the hole in my heart that was left after my beloved Dippy was removed." Your eyes scanned the skeleton of the large mammal once more before looking back at Mycroft. "I did try to convince the board to keep the diplodocus somewhere but all attempts were futile. There's only so much force you can put into such a topic without exposing yourself as-"
"As a man who loves dinosaur bones more than he loves people?" Mycroft shoved his hands in his pockets and sighed.
"The very thing." Lifting your arm, you rested your hand at the crook of Mycroft's elbow to encourage him to move on.
"When we get home and have dinner we can raise a toast in Dippy's honour.. but for now, my mind's been taken over by that huge statue of Darwin." And the pair of you headed off, your hand very much staying place at Mycroft's arm as you wandered through the rooms- Mycroft more than willing to reel off facts about every deceased animal of history and, more often than not, even impressing the workers with his spiel of facts. Though you were very much enjoying wandering aimlessly through the room of human evolution, you most definitely noticed the pull from the man beside you as he was eager to reach his beloved dino-pals. As you turned the corner into the slightly darkened dinosaur room, you tripped over your feet slightly as you felt Mycroft stop in his tracks, his eyes wide and taking everything in. He looked as happy as a boy at Christmas and, quite frankly, it was adorable. You nudged him slightly when he still didn't move. "You okay?"
"Sorry, it just seems as though, no matter how many times I come here, it always feels like the first." He had shaken his head as though to bring his thoughts back to focus before taking a few steps into the gallery and leading you over to the skeletal remains of a Baryonyx. "The name Baryonyx roughly translates to 'Heavy Claw' from the Ancient Greek's 'Barys' meaning heavy and 'onyx' being claw or talon." He spoke, his voice smooth and relaxed as his fingers brushed over the board that announced the name of the creature within the glass. "It was also an excellent swimmer which it would use to its advantage while hunting." You listened to his every word as he spoke, grinning as he excitedly told you how many teeth it had and it's preferred techniques for capturing food before he moved you onto the next one.
"Oh these beauties have always been my favourite." You almost whispered, taking in the sight of the huge triceratops skull. You barely noticed Mycroft's hand shift from his pocket until you felt the heat of his palm against the small of your back, fingers squeezing slightly by your hip as he spoke.
"Mine too. Sherlock used to say they were boring and that we might as well have gone to the zoo to look at rhinos. He ended up spending 5 months trying to prove that the rhinos were descendants from the triceratops and then avoided me for 3 weeks when he realised there was no connection at all."
"That sounds about right. Though I can't imagine Sherlock enjoying it here very much anyway.." Mycroft began to guide you to a small bench just off the side to sit down, still giving you the view of the beautiful dinosaur bones.
"He didn't. When we were much younger he would kick off until Mummy and Father would tell us it's time to go and I had to go with them.. Then as we got a little older and Sherlock properly found his legs, he would simply run from the doors round to the science museum. Of course mummy and father had to follow him as he was so young, but one time I decided to stay here. They didn't realise I hadn't followed them until it was time to go home 5 hours later." Mycroft spoke quietly.
"Found his legs? That's at, what, four? Five? How young were you?"
"I was 9 the first time, I think." Now, Mycroft, you don't just 'think'; you know. Your hand moved to rest above his own on his knee, brushing your thumb fondly over his knuckles. "But it isn't all bad. Some of my best days as a child were spent here, and a lot of the staff were very kind and would teach me extra facts that weren't displayed. There was one gentleman who even gave me his own copies of some books that they had here. I'd wander the whole museum in time but I always found myself back here on this bench just.. watching. This room felt more like home than my very house sometimes. It was the room where I could escape the real world and find peace. Eventually Mummy, Father and Sherlock stopped bothering with the visits because Sherlock found the science museum boring after he'd prove them wrong on something each time, but I'd still pop back in on occasion without them.. Coming to think about it, I've never actually brought anybody here with me at all." You squeezed at his fingers and settled back into the bench.
"Well I am incredibly glad that I found out about your little interest, and I feel even more honoured that you let me come here with you." You beamed. And it was the truth. Evidently, this little museum meant much more to Mycroft than you could have ever imagined and it warmed your heart to know that he trusted you to see him nerd out over some bones.
"Eventually I used this very building as the scaffolding to build my mind palace. My files on Sherlock, very appropriately, are nestled in the human biology room. But most people's information is either stored in the entrance, where Dippy remains over Hope, might I add, or in a few of the rooms I find less interesting.." You didn't have to ask to know he was referencing 'that room with all the bloody rocks'. "I love most of the galleries too much to taint them with information on people that aren't important. The likes of Gregory and Doctor Watson now reside in Hintze Hall as the years have passed." His eyes remained focused in front of him, unblinking, as though he was wandering the very halls at that moment.
"And where.. where are my files?" You had to ask, really. Since he was on the subject anyway. "If you've put them in the marine reptiles room when you know I'm terrified of the ocean I shall never forgive you." Mycroft's hand flipped beneath yours so the pads of your fingers brushed before he blinked and looked over to you, a small smile on his face.
"Here." Oh. Well that's.. something. You shifted to give him a quick kiss on his cheek, knowing he wasn't overly fond of PDA and tugged him to stand.
"And on that note, I think we should go and grab some lunch before you make me cry in front of the dinosaurs."
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After lunch, you both spent a few more hours walking from room to room (and of course circling round to the dinosaur gallery again) before you decided to call it a day at 4pm. Before departing, you headed towards the toilets that happened to be beside the little gift shop and you had a browse while Mycroft was occupied. Grinning, you picked up a deep blue plush triceratops and stroked a finger across its back. It was just small enough that, after purchasing, you could hide the little guy in the loose fabric of the sweatshirt you wore, acting innocent as you waited back outside near the wall. After going to the bathroom yourself, the pair of you headed outside where a car was waiting for you. Sliding in the back seat, you couldn't contain your little gift anymore.
"Surprise!" You laughed, producing the small toy from under your clothes and into the hands of the man beside you. He studied it briefly before beginning to laugh himself as he reached into his inner pocket and handed you the matching dinosaur, though purple in colour. "God, we're such children aren't we?" You noted as you swapped plushie companions, each of you brushing a finger on its nose as though it were a small pet. "I daren't think what your colleagues would say if they knew you were now the proud owner of a baby triceratops teddy that's.." You glanced at the tag. "..Suitable for children aged 12 months plus!"
"Probably nothing as bad as if they realised said triceratops was going to take proud placement on my desk at home." He beamed. "Thank you, this really does mean a great deal to me." You knew he wasn't just talking about the toy that rolled around his long fingers and you shifted to rest your head lightly on his shoulder.
"We can come back any time. I, for one, know I'll never get bored of looking through the galleries.. Or I'll never get bored of watching you light up as we walk through said galleries. Either or works, really." He hummed in response, his emotions slightly overwhelmed from the day and its revelations into his past. "Plus there were about 10 other little dinos in the shop and I've always been one to want a full collection.. so, if we pace ourselves, that's at least 10 more trips."
"13.. Although that could be tripled if we take the colour variations into account."
"Oh, of course! Can't half-arse a collection or it's just pointless."
"I concur."
"That's settled then. Almost 40 more trips to finish off our collection.. And thennnn we can move onto the figurines." Mycroft let out a laugh beside you and tilted to rest his head atop yours for the remainder of the journey home.
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The evening between you was shared over a meal (where, as promised, a small toast was made to the memory of Sir Dippy) before Mycroft sat to finish the papers for Greg. Eventually you collapsed into bed at a relatively reasonable time, groaning at the throbbing in your legs from the day's adventure before finally slipping into rest.
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The next day passed relatively quickly. The morning was spent visiting Greg in his office to drop off the papers before the pair of you took a small stroll through the streets of London. Eventually, Mycroft and yourself even got a text message from Sherlock giving a (albeit half-arsed) apology for his behaviour the day before and the rest of the day was spent in bliss. That was until exactly 17 minutes after you got back home when Mycroft's mobile began to ring. He swallowed deeply, showing you the caller ID of the person he had been dreading to speak to post-Eurus and answering.
"Ah, yes.. Hello, Mummy."
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àČ i mildly like you more than like (p.2)
â in which an incessant fan girl, a kiss, and a little bit of denial makes oikawa tooru realize he might mildly like you more than like
description. youâve been in love with oikawa tooru for longer than you can remember. having known him for the better part of nearly 11 years, youâve come to accept that youâll never be more than a best friend to him. but with the help of a few irritatingly persistent fangirls and a kiss that was only meant to drive them away, a tale of unrequited love might just prove to be something more.Â
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oikawa x f!reader, childhood best friends to lovers, fluff, some angst
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Itâs just really bad timing for Oikawa that the day after is the day in which the Aoba Johsai third-years planned their monthly hangout.Â
Heâs rocking back and forth in front of your house, trying not to let the weird feeling in his stomach eat at him. He hasnât seen you since you both walked home the day before when he was secretly cursing the sun because âdid you always look like you were heaven-sent or was it just the lighting?â
In his head, heâs trying to convince himself that he didnât avoid you this morning - that the reason he didnât spend the day over at your house before your hangout like heâd always done was because he would see you later anyways. He tries to say that it's because he just needed some time to recharge, which isnât necessarily false, but itâs a half-truth all the same.Â
âHey.â His head turns to where youâre standing in your doorway, already smiling up at him. âWhereâs that outfit from? Iwaizumiâs closet?â
Oikawa looks down at himself. Heâs wearing one of the hoodies he did indeed steal from Iwaizumi a few months ago, and he had also opted for a pair of grey sweats that he haphazardly picked out without notice. He did have to admit that it was a very Iwaizumi-style outfit. âOnly the sweatshirt, Y/N-chan. Donât tease,â he says with his usual chipper voice.Â
You shake your head at him, and the small movement draws his gaze to the small alien earrings that dangle from your ears. He wants to ask if you could help him find a plush-sized version of that alien to add to his own plushie collection (that only you and Iwaizumi know about), but by the time heâs opened his mouth, youâre already turning to lock your door.Â
You hand him a piece of candy that you had in your pocket and you both begin to walk in a slightly off silence to Iwaizumiâs house. There isnât necessarily anything uncomfortable about it, but Oikawaâs blinking to himself because you donât seem to be fazed in the slightest about the happenings of yesterday. Best friends must kiss their best friends all the time donât they? Thatâs why you donât seem to care. He doesnât care. No, he doesnât.Â
Oikawa practically breathes a sigh of relief when Iwaizumi joins you two. He knows that if you were alone for even a moment longer, you wouldâve picked up on his odd mood and asked him what was wrong. He wouldnât have an answer to that. Not that there was anything wrong. There wasnât.
Once Iwaizumi joins you two, Oikawa doesnât have much time to be within his own thoughts because he and Iwaizumi quickly engage in a friendly teasing argument about the day before. You simply walk between them, piping up at times to tease Oikawa for some reason or another. It feels entirely too normal, and Oikawa isnât quite sure how to feel about that.
âMy legs are killing me,â you say after walking for about two miles, mostly due to the fact that Oikawa and Iwaizumi were having another back-and-forth that was slowly getting out of hand. âDid Matsukawa and Hanamaki really have to choose a place so far away? Actually, scratch that. Did you two really have to make us walk?â
âSuck it up, my darling Y/N-chan, weâve only got a few more blocks to go,â Oikawa says. He notices a soft redness on your cheeks.Â
âYouâre one to talk,â you mumble. âYou were complaining just ten minutes ago,âÂ
âIâm allowed to be whiny.â
âNo, you arenât.â
âBut Y/N-channn.â He makes sure to really draw out the latter half chan, his grin widening when he sees a slight pout form at your lips.Â
âDonât Y/N-chan me when youâre being a baby.â
âYou canât call me a baby! Iâm practically a tree next to you!â
You cross your arms, and look defiantly up at him. âIâll call you a baby if I want to.â
âIâm gonna throw you over my shoulder if you donât take that back.â
âGod you two are insufferable,â Iwaizumi mumbles from besides you two, but the small smile on his face betrays his attempt at strictness. You playfully roll your eyes at him and Oikawa is unfazed, much too used to Iwaizumiâs gruff exterior by now. âIâll just carry her if it makes you two shut the hell up.â
At the same time that you shout âReally?â, Oikawa shouts âNo!â
Both you and Iwaizumi turn to stare at Oikawa, who seems to lose his composure just ever so slightly.Â
âShittykawa, for the last time. Iâm not going to carry you.â
âThatâs not what I meant, Iwa-chan.â
âThen what is it?â
âIâll carry Y/N-chan.â
Iwaizumiâs gaze focuses just a beat too long on Oikawa, and itâs all Oikawa needs to see to know that Iwaizumi will probably be watching him a little extra tonight. He always does that when he feels like thereâs something off.Â
Whatever he mustâve seen on Oikawaâs face was either satisfactory or something that puzzled him because he repents instead of interrogating him. âFine. Carry her if itâll heal your ego or whatever. Just donât do shit to your knee or Iâll actually murder you.â
âGuys, itâs fine. I was only joking.â You pipe up, clearly confused at the interaction between Oikawa and Iwaizumi just now. Oikawa can feel something else in your gaze too, but heâs afraid he wonât be able to look away if he attempts to analyze what it means.Â
Something in Oikawa deflates a little at your words though. You seemed all but ready to let yourself be carried by Iwaizumi, but the moment he suggested doing the exact same thing, you shied away. âWell the offer still stands,â he says, despite the minor sting of rejection. âBesides itâll make up for the practice I was forced to miss yesterday.âÂ
âReally, itâs fine. I donât want you to hurt your knee,â you reply. This time, he can practically hear the odd something in your voice. The fact that he canât pinpoint what it is irritates him to no end.Â
The rest of the walk to the karaoke place goes relatively quiet. Quiet in the sense that Iwaizumi and Oikawa donât squabble, but rather all three of you have small minor conversations about anything and everything.Â
Oikawaâs mood turns mildly sour when you tell him and Iwaizumi that by some unfortunate luck, youâd crossed paths with your ex-boyfriend while on a walk that morning. He wishes that he wouldâve just sucked up his thoughts and just spent the day at your house so that maybe by some weird string of fate, you wouldnât have seen the tall, brown-haired baseball captain while on a walk. Oikawa didnât realize he was scowling until you poked a finger at his cheek and told him that he âhad to stop thinking about Kageyama and Ushijima because they would only cause premature wrinkles and ruin his pretty face.â He doesnât tell you that his two most bitter rivals were far, far away from the forefront of his mind at the moment.Â
âTook you three long enough,â Hanamaki practically yells when he spots you three from across the street.Â
You beam and yell, âDonât yell, Maki. Itâs unbecoming!â
âAnd you call me a hypocrite, Y/N-chan?â Oikawa nudges your side, smiling down at you.Â
The feeling he gets when you stick your tongue out at him and dash across the street is familiar, which heâs thankful for. Itâs the sort of feeling that makes him smile softly at your retreating figure, a feeling that heâs felt toward you for as long as he can remember. Heâs happy for the familiarity of it because it gives him a sense of normalcy that perhaps the thoughts heâs been feeling are familiar thoughts that were probably just jumbled up because of his fatigue.Â
Thatâs what he keeps telling himself anyway.Â
Oikawaâs about to run after you when Iwaizumi asks a question from beside him. âDid something happen between you two?â
Oikawa turns to look at his best friend then back to where youâre standing with Hanamaki and Matsukawa. We kissed, he thinks. But Oikawa knows that telling Iwaizumi that might be more trouble than heâs looking for right now because heâll surely start asking questions that Oikawa canât even begin to find an answer for.Â
âNo,â he tries to say in his most convincing voice. âWhy?â
Iwaizumi shakes his head. âY/N just seems sadder today.â His words almost make Oikawa stop midway on the street. He knows that Iwaizumi notices, but instead of calling him out on it, Iwaizumi says, âProbably just because she saw Kaoru-san this morning.â
Thatâs when Oikawa realizes that the odd tone he heard in your voice earlier was sadness. He isnât sure why exactly that was and why it was directed towards him. He canât remember you saying anything out of the ordinary. All your texts to him that morning were of nothing new, and nothing seemed wrong the day before (except for the way that you were equally as quiet as he was during the walk home after your kiss). Surely, it wasnât because of the stupid baseball player that barely lit a flame next to you.
He doesnât know what he hates more - the possibility that it was him himself that was the cause of your sadness, or the possibility that you were sad after seeing your ex-boyfriend, which could possibly mean that you might still harbor feelings for him (which, Oikawa decides is something he never wants to think about again because heâs always disliked Kaoru, so he really canât see why youâd still have feelings for him). Surely, you werenât still hung up on a boy that you had broken up with?Â
Thatâs what break-ups are for. Theyâre for when you no longer have love for the other person, or with Oikawaâs history of dating, when you find that the other personâs demanding schedule is something that becomes a wedge.Â
Itâs odd, but for the first time in their long friendship, Oikawa wants to punch Iwaizumi for making him think so indepthly about it. Instead, he walks quicker. He makes sure that his signature chipper smile is on his lips when he greets Hanamaki and Matsukawa.Â
âWhat do you two have lined up for us today then?â
âWeâre hoping that youâll embarrass yourself with some karaoke, and then we figured weâd look through some of the shops around here. That may or not be because my motherâs birthday is in two days and I have yet to get a present.â
You shake your head at the taller male. âMakki!â
âDonât Makki me! Itâs Mattsunâs fault anyway. Donât ask me why. Itâs just always Mattsunâs fault.â
Matsukawa looks anything but pleased. âOne more word out of you and Iâm leaving your ass here and youâll have to ride home by yourself.â
The only response Hanamaki has is a scowl in Matsukawaâs direction.Â
By the time you five are seated in a booth, Oikawa feels the most normal heâs felt all day. Hanamaki managed to offend an older lady walking down the street by saying something loudly obnoxious, Iwaizumi yelled at Hanamaki for being so stupid, Matsukawa almost choked on a mint he had taken fron the front desk, and you had accidentally almost broken a vase because you pushed Oikawa a little too roughly. Oikawa would say that all that was pretty normal.Â
Itâs also normal for Hanamaki to suggest that you and Oikawa sing a duet because despite it all, you two have incredible voices. He used to try and convince Iwaizumi too, but when almost all his pleas were met with rejections, heâd eventually stopped asking.Â
But Oikawa doesnât feel any sort of normalcy when he smiles to himself as you shake your head and begrudgingly accept. He doesnât feel any sense of normalcy as you take his hand and tug him upwards to the karaoke machine. Instead of the normal carefree environment he usually feels, heâs feeling something brew inside of him because everything heâd just described as feeling abnormal, used to be perfectly normal.Â
It irritates him to no end because his feelings donât feel any different, but at the same time his feelings feel so incredibly foreign that he wishes he could just pause time and just sit down to figure out whatever the hell is going on.Â
But he doesnât have the ability to pause time, and he doesnât have any time to figure out anything before you start to sing and he feels his breath catch the way it always does.Â
Heâs always told you that your voice was angelic. Heâs been saying it ever since he came over to play at your house when he was 10 years old and he overheard you singing as you doodled on a piece of paper. Heâs told you all of this before - how beautiful your voice is, how youâre wasting your talent by not letting others see it. He even remembers begging you to sing him to sleep when he would sleep over at your house after particularly crushing losses.Â
What he doesnât understand is why heâs so very aware of the fact that your voice sounds like it descends from above. Before, the feeling was there like a natural instinct to hearing your singing voice. But now, heâs so very aware.Â
Itâs because of this thought process that he almost misses his cue to enter. Luckily, he feels a foot kick at his ankle just before he embarasses himself. Oikawa has a gut feeling that it was Iwaizumi who did so.Â
Once he starts singing the lyrics, Oikawa has the thought to just murder Hanamaki on the spot because of all the duets he couldâve chosen, he had to choose a love song.Â
He keeps his eyes glued to the words flashing on the screen despite having memorized every lyric of this song after singing it multiple times while taking a shower. He tries to ignore your voice and instead focus on the teasing remarks slipping from his teammatesâ lips. For a second, heâs successful in doing so.Â
But luck doesnât seem to be on his side tonight. Eventually, you hit a very impressive high note and Oikawa thinks he might just lose his mind because he hears you laugh afterwards and say a breathy âsorry,â thatâs so mesmerizing that he turns his head. Youâre already smiling up at him in that way that you always smile at him and he canât help but feel his own lips tug widely upwards. He thinks he imagines how your own smile widens after that.Â
After you two finish your duet and Hanamaki is up and belting out all the wrong notes, you nudge Oikawa. âA little off considering how good I can hear you singing it in the shower.â
âKeep your voice down, Y/N-chan. One word out of you and I wonât speak to you for a week,â Oikawa says with the familiar grin on his face.Â
âYou wouldnât dare,â you dramatically gasp, which momentarily catches Iwaizumiâs attention. He turns away once he realizes that you were looking at Oikawa and nothing of importance.Â
âOh, but I would.â
âYou wouldnât last a day.â
âYes I would.â
âYou used to cry whenever Iwaizumi or I went on vacation. Youâd come whining to me before the day is even over.â
Heâs about to retort a reply, but Hanamakiâs return to the table catches both of your attention. âMan, my voice sounds like sandpaper.â
âMore like a dying baby bird but Iâll let you think what you want,â Matsukawa snorts from his seat.Â
âMattsun, what did the baby bird ever do to you?â
After a few more rounds of karaoke (in which Matsukawa and Hanamaki serenaded the other and Iwaizumi agreed to sing for the first time in months) you all find yourself at the head of a row of shops that go down a few miles.Â
âDo you think my mom would like a necklace? Maybe Iâll buy her a book.â
âHanamaki, you are aware that we arenât acquainted with your mother right?â
âMatsukawa is! Mattsun, help me out here.â
âMakki, sheâs your mom man.â
After a few more rounds of bickering, Hanamaki and Matsukawa finally decide to just head into the bookstore. You, Iwaizumi, and Oikawa decide to visit the small trinkets store with the twinkling light up sign.Â
Oikawa gets the urge to rip his hair out once he sees who the person behind the cashier is.Â
âKaoru! I didnât know you worked here,â you say entirely too nicely. Oikawa hates how perfect you look at the moment because heâs almost certain that your ex-boyfriend notices it too.
âEase up, Shittykawa,â Iwaizumi says from beside him.Â
âI am at ease,â he says, but he canât even convince himself.Â
Iwaizumi snorts and shakes his head. âSure you are. Unclench your jaw and stop looking at him like you want to stuff him in a bag first, then Iâll believe you.â
Oikawa turns his head to look back to where youâre leaning against the counter. He doesn't miss the way that Kaoru purposefully left his hand idly on the counter so that his fingers come just short of touching your arm. Oikawa feels his annoyance spike when he hears the man in question laugh at something you say.Â
After glaring what felt like forever, Oikawa turns back to Iwaizumi, letting out an annoyed huff. âI just donât understand why he of all people had to be the one working here.â
âThe world doesnât cater to whether or not the person working at a store is going to make you jealous,â Iwaizumi says as he shuffles through a rack of plain-looking hoodies.Â
âIâm not jealous!â
Iwaizumi turns to Oikawa and deadpans at him, raising a brow as a challenge.Â
Oikawa looks away from his gaze and crosses his arms. âIâm not,â he grumbles. âI just donât particularly like his face or his voice or his stupid personality or really anything about him because really whatâs there to like? Itâs nothing new.â
Oikawa expects a retort or an insult, but to his surprise, Iwaizumi lets out a laugh.Â
âWhatâs so funny?â
Iwaizumi continues to shake his head as he moves to walk down another aisle. Oikawa follows aimlessly behind him. âYouâre so, so stupid. I cannot believe youâre one of the best volleyball players I know. Thereâs no way youâre the same person I play with on the court.â
âWhatâs that supposed to mean?â
âI think Iâll let you figure that out for yourself.â
Before Oikawa can question him any further, he hears your voice from somewhere across the shop. You pop your head out from behind a shelf and say, âHey âKawa! Come here for a second.â
Oikawa looks to Iwaizumi.Â
âGo ahead. Iâm gonna look through their collection of posters and see if I can find one for the monster movie I watched yesterday.â
When Oikawa gets to the shelf that youâre staring intently at, heâs mildly surprised. Youâre crouched down and scrutinizing a row of alien plushies. More specifically, theyâre the very same alien plushies that he had hoped to ask you about when he first picked you up from your house.
You grin up at him excitedly and Oikawa wishes he could take a picture. âLook what I found!â Oikawa walks closer and crouches down besides you. You turn to look at him again. âI noticed that you were staring at my earrings a lot tonight, and I know that you absolutely cherish your little alien collection, so I asked Kaoru if they had them as plushies and they did!â
Oikawa feels a warmness bloom in his chest at your excitement. He doesnât tell you that he wasnât staring at your earrings. He doesnât tell you that he was always staring at you.
âYou did that for me?â
âOf course I did. We always do things like this, donât get all sappy now.â
He has the sudden thought to just pull you upwards and crash his lips into yours. He knows that he canât necessarily do so, so he just stares at you instead and contemplates to himself if it really would be so bad if he just kissed you again right then and there.Â
âIs everything okay? Do you not like it? We donât have to get it if you donât like it.â The smile falls off your lips, and he can hear that familiar sadness in your voice once again. It sends a spark of pain through him.Â
âNo!â He yells a little too loudly. âNo, of course I love it. Thank you.â He reaches out and clasps his hand over your smaller one.Â
You roll your eyes at him, but donât make any move to push his hand away. âYouâre blushing! Donât blush! You might make me think that youâre in love with me, and we canât have that can we?â
Oikawa tries to shake his head. He doesnât point out that thereâs a little dusting of red on your own cheeks.Â
He only speaks again after you pick an alien off of the shelf and stand up. He stands with you. âI only very mildly like you more than like. None of that in love stuff, donât worry.â
You elbow him and shoot him a glance. âDonât steal my lines, Oikawa.âÂ
You smile as you say it. A simple smile. A smile that has practically been ingrained into his head after so many years of seeing that same smile thrown in his direction. But what scares him is the way that it sends a pleasant feeling to his stomach.Â
Itâs then that Oikawa realizes that there is indeed something thatâs wrong - that thereâs something very, very wrong. Something is very wrong because everything heâs feeling at the moment makes him think that maybe, just maybe, heâs the biggest liar in the world for claiming that he wasnât in love with you.
i know that some people wonât be able to relate to the âangelic singingâ part (i most definitely donât have an angelic singing voice either lol donât worry) but lets all just pretend that we can all sing ok thanku
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Request by @number1bakuhoe: can i request one for bakugou? n do yk that tiktok trend where in u kiss ur best friend but instead can it be thats how they reveal their relationship to the rest of the class?? tyđđ
A/N: This is my dream. I had this thought and disregarded it, but this icon brought it back to my attention! I hope you all enjoy this Bakugou chaos with our favorite U.A. class. My requests are still open, and now my asks are actually working correctly (I didnât know they werenât). Enjoy this cuteness!
Genre: established relationship fluff and competition, Tik Tok trends, a little bit of swearing, one weird question from Kaminari, a couple references to different books đ„â€ïž
Word count: 3.1k
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School was never boring at U.A. Whether you were listening to Present Mic drone on in English class or waiting for Mr. Aizawa to stop staring at you during training, it was always a good time. Your classmates also made sure of this, especially one in particular.
You had come to date the most ornery and obnoxious guy in 1-A, Katsuki Bakugou. His temper annoyed your classmates to no end. He never shared his trauma with anyone. It was as if âproblem childâ was his middle name. However, you had fallen for the spiky blonde-headed boy nonetheless.
How your relationship started was straight out of a movie, and the fact you both had been together now for 6 months made it all the more romantic. He called you one night by accident. He needed Kirishima to come to his dorm room, since he was late for a study group. When you picked up, he was annoyed at first but settled down after you told him you would help your friends. Being ranked number 5 in the class meant something, so he begrudgingly agreed.
âIâll come,â you said, expecting rejection.
âUgh,â he groaned.
Of course. Why would Bakugou want you to come help? He was so egocentric that he didnât want you trying to show him up. They were your friends too, though! If they failed this test, it would make you upset. Sadly, thatâs the downfall of being an empathetic person.
âFine, just hurry your ass over here,â Bakugou ordered, hanging up immediately after.
You were stunned. If he didnât tell you to hurry over, you mightâve freshened up just a bit. He wasnât waiting for you, though, and if you were late, he would come to probably demote you from the rank of âextra,â if that was even possible.
The study sessions became a routine thing. Soon enough, each person kept leaving the group until it was only you and Bakugou left. It made you uncomfortable. It made him colder. Both of you were so awkward about it, which definitely didnât help your situation. One night, you decided you were done playing this strange little game and did something about. The outcome was quite different than you had intended it.
âYou know what,â you began, pushing away your binder, âI canât do this anymore.â
âHuh?â Bakugou questioned, glaring at you.
âYou and I both know that this hasnât been productive. For crying out loud, itâs just filled with tension!â
He huffed in annoyance, clearly done with your shenanigans. This man was going to be the death of you. Why was he so annoyed with you trying to leave? He usually liked to do things alone. If anything, this study group, if you could still call it that, was only a burden to him.
âItâs not you, Bakugou,â you said. âIf anything, I feel like Iâve overstayed my welcome. I only feel uncomfortable, and I can tell that you donât like the vibe weâve created.â
The man in front of you fell silent. His gaze still pierced through your soul and spoke louder than words. You could tell he didnât want you to go, but he didnât know how to articulate it. Despite this, you knew you couldnât stay. Being in the same room as him wasnât healthy. Your heart rate always picked up speed. Plus, being so hot caused you to wear a t-shirt with the AC as cold as possible. Maybe you were coming down with something?
You began gathering your supplies as quickly as possible. You were studying a classic literary work: Romeo and Juliet. Was it cheesy? Absolutely. Did you love it? Without a doubt. However, Bakugou was beginning to be as intense as Montague or Capulet.Â
âThank you for these past few weeks,â you blurted. âItâs been really fun, but I donât want to stay anym--â
Suddenly, your forearm was yanked by your study partner. You landed atop his lap, causing your heart to almost burst out of your chest. Your face felt very hot, and your breath was trapped in your lungs. Bakugouâs hands fell on your waist and slowly rubbed circles into them. He let his gaze change between your lips and eyes.
You didnât know how to react. Was he just teasing you? Then, he began to lean in slowly. Realizing what he was doing, you moved in and let his lips touch yours. It was your first kiss, but you didnât feel bad about it. Bakugou was soft and took his time, which is not what you were expecting with his personality. In that moment, you realized why you always felt hot around him. Your pulse quickened because you liked him. You just never wanted to admit it to yourself.
After a few seconds, Bakugou pulled away. Staring into your (e/c) eyes, he took a deep breaths and kissed you again. This time, his heartbeat spoke to you. It matched in rhythm with yours and told you its deepest desires. Bakugou wanted you to be his. He initiated this kiss as a last resort to get you to stay. He needed you to stay with him, not to study but just to hold and kiss.
After that fateful evening, Bakugou had become your boyfriend unofficially. Both of you knew your relationship should be kept a secret. It wasnât like you had a choice. Bakugou was supposed to be the number 1 hero, and you were just an âextra.â Plus, the Bakusquad and certain 1-A students would be a pain to deal with if they found out he was soft for someone.
Despite keeping your relationship hidden, you both made sure to make it a competition. Bakugou would always ruffle your hair when others werenât looking, which would tempt you to plant a kiss on his cheek before you both went your separate ways during lunch. The nights in the dorms were domestically sweet rather than competitive like during school hours. Your loving boyfriend would always make two plates of food and slyly pass one to you. You would always make two cups of tea, making sure to hide one behind your back, and bring them to his room. When you did do this, you slipped in while he was taking his usual shower. He always came out, gave you his sweatshirt, and watched you with love-filled eyes. The tea-filled evenings always ended in cuddles and playing with each othersâ hair. You stayed until your boyfriend fell asleep at his early time, and then you would sneak off to your dorm room to get some sleep yourself.
This was your normal with Bakugou. During last Christmas, you both were able to go on an actual date for the first time. However, you saw Kirishima and Kaminari hanging out, and you and Bakugou had to abandon your outing. Sadly, your relationship has never been normal because of how secret it was. You both had to get creative with your relationship, but it was worth it. He was your explosive baby, and you were his sweet angel.
Recently, youâve been getting quite a few relationship Tik Toks in your feed. Whether it was âthe faster you run to me, the more kisses you getâ trend or the âoh, you want me to make you some soupâ sound, you wanted to recreate them. The Pomeranian you were dating didnât want this. He thought Tik Tok was a complete waste of time, and you always argued with him about how it was a de-stresser for you. However, he still watched every video you showed him and loved the smile you got when watching his reaction.
One of your favorite Tik Tok trends going around was with the popular song âElectric Loveâ by BĂRNS. Best friends admitting their feelings through a kiss was so romantic, and it reminded you of how your adorable relationship began. After seeing about 1 million of them, when in reality it was only 3, you decided you had to do it with Bakugou.Â
Finals were just around the corner, and everyone was stressing out. There was a rumor going around that you would all be facing the teachers again, except this time there would be bigger groups to face 3 teachers at the same time. You coculdnât believe it and burshed it off. However, the thought still lingered in your mind that the rumor could be true. Kaminari and Kirishima reminded you of this painfully often.
One morning at the dorms before class, Momo and Iida said they were holding a study group for the class that night to prepare for the written exams. They said they didnât care how many people showed up. They just wanted to extend the offer since they were the top students in the class. Realizing it would be beneficial, you begged your boyfriend to attend it with you. As per usual, he wanted to make your life just a little bit more difficult.
âPlease, Katsu,â you begged.
âNo way, dumbass,â he said, flicking your forehead. âWhy go when youâve got me?â
âI just want to hear what other people have to say. Besides, Momo is really good at algebra! She could help both of us.â
Bakugou rolled his eyes before turning to walk towards his door. You had to convince him. No matter what it would take, you had to convince him that this was the best possible option to study for the written finals.Â
âWait,â you blurted, gaining his attention. âWhat can I do that would make you come with me?â
âDonât even,â he huffed.
âCome on, Katsu. Iâll do anything.â
âAnything?â
âYes, anything!â
Your boyfriend turned around and met your gaze. His eyes were soft, but his smirk was hard. Oh no...he had something up his sleeve. It could go one or two ways: easy or hard. You figured it was the latter.
âKiss me,â he stated.
âThatâs it?â you asked, cocking your head to the side.
âThatâs it.â
Smiling, you skipped over to him and wrapped your arms around his neck. You leaned closer to his lips and met them sweetly. Bakugou wrapped his arms around your waist and melted into the kiss. It was filled with love and passion, causing a fire to erupt in your heart. You had never been happier in your life. He was all yours, and you couldnât believe it. After pulling away, his smirk was even wider than it had been the first time. Something wasnât right.
âI probably shouldâve finished what I was gonna say,â he said. âYou have to kiss me by surprise before class is over.â
Your eyes went wide. He was not asking you to do this. No way. You guys kept your relationship private for a good reason. He was out of his mind.
âKatsuki,â you sighed, âplease tell me this is a joke.â
Laughing, he squeezed your cheeks before turning around and opening his door. âNo way, dumbass. You said youâd do anything. Just try not to get caught.â
With that, he sauntered out of his room confidently. Never in your relationship had you been able to kiss him by surprise. He always knew what you were trying to do. He watched your fidgeting hands, crinkling nose, and squinting eyes all too much. It was like he could predict your every move. He watched you like a hero watches a villain.
You had to figure out a plan to catch him completely by surprise in only a few minutes. Then, you had only 7 hours to execute and achieve your goal. That sounds like a long time, but it was going to be a race against the clock. How were you going to pull this off? Itâs not like some romance movie where the song for the love interests just starts out of nowhere.
Suddenly, you squeaked out loud. Thatâs it! You finally have the opportunity to do the âkissing your best friendâ challenge. Of course, you and Bakugou were already dating, but he was still your best friend. You both told each other everything. Plus, he had never been around when you were watching those Tik Toks. You had your plan. Now, when could you execute it perfectly?
The morning started off like any other. Mr. Aizawa began going over the dayâs schedule, causing the daily antics of your class to begin. Mina and Denki began dozing off, Aoyama was just staring off into space, Koda was focused on some birds outside, and Midoriya was already murmuring to himself. Despite all of this, your boyfriend was staring directly at you from across the classroom.
Once you noticed him, you stuck your tongue out at him. Clearly annoyed by your actions, he sighed and rolled his eyes at you. The dynamic was always like this between you two. However, your attack plan was finalized.
Using your skills, you deducted that the best time to initiate the plan was right before lunch. You would say you were showing him a Tik Tok, kiss his cheek like usual, and then strike. It was perfection. Nothing could go wrong.
The morning classes went by slower than ever. Present Mic kept correcting Jirouâs grammar the entire English class, Cementoss took too long to analyze Fahrenheit 451, and Ectoplasm spoke complete gibberish in math. You stayed focused throughout all of this, though, because you knew what was to come.
Finally, the bell rang for lunch. Waiting for the class to leave the room, you slowly packed up your bag. Once Tokoyami and Shoji had left the room, you walked over to your boyfriend, who purposely took just as long to pack.
âBakugou,â you began, sweetly, âyou have to see this Tik Tok I found.â
He groaned, prompting you to lean down and kiss his cheek. Being the tease he was, he quickly turned directly to face you and kissed your lips. You laced your arms around his neck, causing your plan to become even easier. Thankfully, Bakugou was too in the moment to realize the placement of your phone. You had positioned yourself so you were facing the window, allowing your phone to lean against the glass and stand in the window sill.
âYouâre gonna have to try harder than that, (y/n),â Bakugou said, pulling away from you with a smirk.
With your arms still around his neck, you returned a sickeningly sweet smile paired with a glare. âOh, just you wait.â
You hit the record button on your phone, causing the lyrics to begin. Apparently, this gained his attention, and he turned his head to look at your phone.
Baby, you're like lightning in a bottle / I can't let you go now that I got it
âBabe,â he groaned.
âOh, come on,â you replied, pinching his cheek. âItâs just one Tik Tok.â
He groaned and looked at you through the screen. He was clearly waiting for you to start dancing or something because he never broke your gaze. Internally smirking to yourself, you realized you had caught him hook, line, and sinker.
And all I need is to be struck / By your electric love
Once the word âloveâ was sung, you turned his head towards you and kissed him the deepest you ever had. He paused for a brief second with wide eyes before chuckling and pulling you into his lap. Your lips met in a fiery passion of love, and you had never felt more alive. This was definitely the best kiss you had ever shared with him.
âWait, you gotta be kidding me!â you heard someone say.
Both of you stopped, pulled away, and looked at the door. Standing there was Sero and Kaminari with the biggest grins on their faces. Before any words between the four of you could be exchanged, they both bolted off towards the cafeteria.
âShit,â you sighed.
âYou can say that again,â Bakugou agreed.
âIf they know whatâs good for them, theyâll keep their mouths shut.â
He chuckled at that and picked you up, placing a simple kiss on your forehead. After setting you down, you both went and grabbed your things before heading off to the cafeteria together. Of course, neither of you were aware of the hurricane that pounded the windows or shook the roof, but that would change very soon.
As soon as you walked in, you spotted the Dekusquad and Bakusquad all together. Once the door shut, Asui looked at you with the widest eyes possible. She turned back to the group and gained their attention, causing them all to unanimously charge the both of you.
âWhen did it start?â Mina asked, beaming.
âWere you always going to keep it a secret?â Uraraka questioned.
âHave you gone past kissing yet?â Kaminari smirked.
âSHUT UP BASTARDS!â Bakugou yelled, partially activating his quirk.
Stepping in front of him, you placed your hand on his cheek and whispered to him to calm down. After repeating that a couple of times, he did and began sulking to avoid confrontation. Turning around, you mustered up all of the courage you had.
âOk,â you began, âBakugou and I have been together for 6 months. We had planned to keep it a secret until graduation. Kaminari, Iâm not answering your question.â
Kaminari groaned before turning around and walking off. After you answered the first initial questions, more came at you. You responded honestly and kept the conversation going. Bakugou was beside you the hold time, and, at some point, he took your hand in his. You leaned your head on his shoulder before sighing.
âAnything else?â you smiled.
âYeah,â Asui replied. âWhen will you guys tell everyone else?â
âOh, thatâs not an issue,â Sero chimed in. âI already told the rest of the class.â
Everyone in the group fell silent. You prayed silently to whatever higher power was out there to protect Sero from major damage before saying, âGet him, baby.â
Bakugou took off after Sero, causing them both to sprint out of the cafeteria. You knew that they would probably get in trouble big time, but you were relieved. Finally, you and your boyfriend didnât have to keep your relationship a secret. You were free to share as much PDA as you wanted, within school regulations, and were free to go on worry-free dates. It was a huge weight off your shoulders.
âD-do you think K-Kacchan will hurt him?â Midoriya asked, glancing at you.
Chuckling to yourself, you smiled and said, âI have no idea. Iâm just proud to say that heâs mine. Sero will get whatâs coming to him.â
Itâs safe to assume that the both of you decided a night in studying together was better than having the whole class ogle you during the group study session.
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