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1kook · 4 years ago

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youtube & use lube

part 7 of my netflix and chill collection!

summary: You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s 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

notes: finally…. 7 parts later and we get ~✨💓sub kook💓✨~ 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 😎 story progression also here’s [ THE KOOK U SHOULD IMAGINE FOR THIS 😡 ] also if see a typo ummm no u didn't .

let me know what u think! a simple ask goes a long way <3

Despite what past experiences may dictate, Jungkook’s body is actually quite resilient. It’s due in part to his obnoxiously healthy lifestyle; avocado breakfasts, gym rat tendencies, and a normal person’s 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 it’s almost annoying. Of all the habits you help him break, the rituals he sometimes forgets, his health is never one and it’s 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.

And then winter comes.

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, you’re not too surprised. It’s right after New Year’s, which you had spent it at one of Taehyung’s 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 it’s only the universe’s way of leveling the playing field when he gets sick after New Years.

What does surprise you is when he doesn’t bounce back right away. Usually, Jungkook’s 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 don’t realize until you’re coming over on a Friday night, met with an unusual silence at the Jeon household.

As you slowly grew accustomed to your life out of school, you and Jungkook accepted that you didn’t really have time to be glued to each other’s 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 you’ve come to quite appreciate this new routine, because it only made your heart flutter faster than before when you did see him next. You don’t 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 hadn’t heard from him in two days. You’re beginning to suspect he’s come down with something severe— maybe that strain of the flu that he forgot to get vaccinated for this year —or even worse, dead.

Luckily, Jungkook isn’t dead, just sadly slumped across the end of his bed, nose a bright red and hair a tangled mess. “Oh no,” you frown, but there’s not an ounce of distress in your voice, because boy, was he cute.

He groans at the sight of you. “Don’t look at me,” he whimpers, hands fisting the sheets. “I’m ugly.”

You bite down on a smile, hang your bag on the hook behind his bedroom door. He’s barely making an effort to stay on the bed, clinging to the side with such powerless hands. “Absolutely hideous,” 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. “My poor baby,” you croon, manhandling him back into the comfort of his sheets.

Perhaps the reason you believed Jungkook was so immune was because, well, he never let you see him sick.

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.

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.

He’s wearing a lot of layers, but it’s still winter so you don’t 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.

“Oh, you’re freezing, honey,” 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 Jungkook’s sick germs. Even in his sleep he’s a good boy, rolling his lips together after you’ve applied it on him.

With Jungkook knocked out, you pad back downstairs and into his kitchen. You can more or less infer that he’s come down with something a little more intense than a cold. His skin was cold, and his nose was runny, but, oddly enough, he wasn’t sweating. You decide to consult a professional.

“The little gremlin is sick?” 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 you’ll get to a doctor friend. “Hm,” she says, “what’re his symptoms?”

You press your phone between your ear and shoulder, clattering around Jungkook’s kitchen for ingredients. “Runny nose and colder than your ass that one time you passed out in the snow,” you supply. “Oh, but not sweating.”

Doyeon hums over the line, tells you to give her a second, and disappears. “WebMD is saying fever, but you said he’s not sweating?” You confirm again. “Throw him in front of the heater and make him sweat then. He has to burn it out somehow.”

“I can’t do that,” you sigh, pausing when you hear some vague sound from around the house. It’s not Jungkook, so you return to your call. Anyway, Jungkook’s house is, like, perfect. Always warm when need be and always cold as well. You don’t even think he knows what a space heater is. “He’s sick sick. Like, can barely hold himself up sick.”

She scoffs. “And I care why?” You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then she’s moving on. “Babe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.”

“Fine,” you mumble. “Wait, can you look something else up for me?”

Anyway, Jungkook probably has a fever, except it’s weird because he’s not sweating it out. He wakes up about an hour later, but this time he’s more self aware. He eats his soup and takes the medicine you offer him. Afterwards, he can’t go back to sleep so he huffily asks for his iPad and begins watching some weirdly specific YouTube videos you don’t think you’ve ever seen him watch before.

You have absolutely no idea what he’s watching, some niche videos of guys in Singapore turning random forest areas into underwater pools? You don’t know. Jungkook seems interested, though, for all of ten minutes until he falls asleep again.

He’s still cold, poor baby, nose like an ice cube that just won’t 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 Grey’s Anatomy; you were a little rusty.

So with Jungkook fast asleep and nothing else to do, you assume the age-old, patriarchal task of cleaning around the house.

His house was usually neat and tidy, mostly as a result of Jungkook’s 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.

There’s a pile of Reese’s 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.

You had thought he was cute when you first arrived— he still was —but 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.

Before leaving his bathroom, you ransack his cabinets, deciding he probably keeps most of his antibiotics here. It’s a spot you never really snoop around, because Jungkook always keeps a fully stocked basket in his closet filled with your typical necessities— from conditioner to pads to nail polish remover, he kept it all. And furthermore, you always tended to use his upstairs bathroom anyway, so that’s where your toothbrush and the like were kept. There was really no need for you to ever look through the downstairs bathroom’s 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.

He’s got a disgusting amount of hair products, none of which you actually think you’ve 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 you’ve seen a few times.

So overwhelmed with his ungodly stash of dental hygiene utilities, you almost miss the pretty pink tube hidden in the very back corner.

You’re thinking it’s 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.

Sensation Warming Lubricant: NOW! in strawberry flavor

You blink.

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.

Oh, so this was new.

You turn it over, eyes scanning over the warnings like it’ll tell you something about your boyfriend you don’t know yet, some other hidden secret that he’s maybe held from you. Granted, owning lube isn’t really a big deal, but the fact he’s got it so hidden away (not really, it was casually sitting beside his sunscreen) was definitely something to zero in on.

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. You’ll confront him about this later, you decide, when he’s 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.

He’s sitting up in bed like a very angry and confused toddler, brows furrowed sharply like he’s mad. Actually, he just can’t see, the light from the hallway blinding him, so you shut the door and flick on his bedside lamp for him instead. “Hi, honey,” you coo, sitting down on the edge beside him. He’s still waking up, leaning a little too heavily into your palm when you cup his face. “How’re you feeling?”

“Terrible,” he rasps out, but he’s definitely looking better than before. You don’t know if you imagine it, but there’s this slowly accumulating sweat that forms along the base of his neck. “Please don’t leave again,” he says softly, droopy eyes glassy.

Something shoots straight to your heart— an arrow from Cupid himself! —that makes you stroke his cheek tenderly until his eyelids are fluttering shut again. “I won’t,” you promise, feeling around for his iPad. He doesn’t seem like he’ll fall back asleep, sitting up with more strength than he had that morning.

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, it’s no wonder he’s 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.

It’s a mindless habit, one you actually do a lot. Most of the time, it’s when he’s 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 he’s melting against you.

It takes one quiet whimper from him to let you know exactly how he’s feeling. “Everything alright?” 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.

“No more,” he mumbles, rolls his head around until it’s resting against your shoulder, giving you a clear view down his chest. You slide your hands back up from where they’d gone stiff just around his ribs, let them palm over his pecs. Jungkook’s hips buck, a minuscule movement you almost miss.

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. It’s on the fourth circle around his pecs that you feel your pinky briefly catch on something. “Poor thing,” you sigh, running the pad of your pointer finger over the hardened nipple that peaks beneath his sweatshirt. “Is this what was bothering you?”

A shaky exhale in response, hands tightly clutching at his iPad and beloved YouTube video genre. “N-No,” 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.

You press the lightest of kisses to the side of his neck, and he shivers. “Need me to take care of you?” 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.

Fingers find his pebbled nipples, a gasp escaping his lips. “Does this feel good?” 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 he’s a whining mess. “Need you to tell me, honey,” you encourage, lips ghosting over his neck.

The second kiss has him flinching as well, head rapidly turning the other way as you slowly kiss over his neck. “___, please,” he pants, knuckles pale on the sides of the iPad. You're afraid it’ll snap, if not from his grip then from the way he pushes at it, like he’s breaking a wooden board over his knee. It’s still on YouTube, playing another video from the same collection, volume competing with Jungkook’s tiny sounds.

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. “E-Enough,” he begs, voice a wobbly mess that is so light and airy.

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.

But Jungkook doesn’t release it. In fact, he clings to the damn piece of tech tighter than before. “Hmm?” you murmur, bottom lip brushing against his neck once more. “Not letting go, sweetheart?”

He shakes his head, soft crown of curls bouncing from the movement. “Can’t, can’t,” he shivers. His knees shift back and forth, move between being casually spread and flush together. Like he’s hiding something, using the iPad and the videos on screen as cover. You tug at his wrist and Jungkook shakes his head again.

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 Adam’s apple. “Thought you were my good boy?” you ask, eyes zeroed in on the tremble of his lower lip.

Jungkook exhales shakily, a rather torn expression crossing his features. “I am,” he insists, fingers still tight “I am your good boy.”

You smile, stroking the front of his neck softly as you lean down to press a kiss against his cheek. “You are, aren’t you?” He whimpers. “Then let go, honey,” you murmur, hand on his wrist giving another experimental tug. Still, his grip remains solid. “Jungkook,” you snap, “let go.”

“Y-You’ll laugh,” he cries, yet his grip slowly weakens. It’s 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.

Ever so slowly, your hands return to their place around his waist. “Why would I laugh, sweetheart?” 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 it’s got Jungkook writhing. “Hips up for me,” you instruct.

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.

You trap it at the base and Jungkook mewls, hands fisting the sheets now that his beloved iPad has been snatched away. It’s 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. “Gonna help me make you cum?” you ask instead, give him a light squeeze that makes him jolt.

“Uh huh,” he responds, feathery.

You reward him with a kiss to his cheek, reaching up to brush away the hair that’s 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. “Hold tight for me,” 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. “So pretty, Jungkookie,” 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.

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 you’d instructed. He’s such a good boy for you, trying his absolute best, even when you’re very obviously overwhelming him.

You roll the flat side of your finger over him, his mushroom tip slowly growing more and more slick as he produces more precum. It’s shiny, fits perfectly between your clasped fingers when you squeeze around his head. Jungkook’s breath turns labored.

He’s 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. “So pretty, baby,” you hum, acknowledging his efforts. Your praise makes Jungkook moan, suddenly fucking up into his hand. It’s accidental, because he hisses at the drag of his dry palm around his relatively dry dick immediately.

“Hurts, hurts,” he whimpers prettily, lower lip caught between his teeth.

You frown, slide your wet fingers down the base of his cock until they’re wrapping around his and Jungkook’s little gasps even out. “I’m sorry, baby, you gotta be patie—“

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. “Hold still for me,” you tell him quickly as you release your grip around his cock. Jungkook wails at the separation, but you’re more concerned with wrestling the tube out of your pocket with one hand. It’s heavy in your palm, turning over until that big fat label on front comes into view again.

Jungkook explodes at the sight. “Wh— Where did you find that?” he stammers, cheeks ablaze. “I-I don’t know where that came fro—“

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 what’s not cold? The warming lube in your hands that only takes three rubs of your palms to activate.

You latch down like a crazed animal around his cock. With both your hands fighting to grip at his cock, you’re pressed closer against Jungkook, lips against the shell of his ear.

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. “No!” he cries, hands wildly reaching out to grab whatever he can as you slowly get to work pulling him off. “I-I can’t, __, I can’t.”

“You can,” you coo, watching the translucent pink substance coat his cock, join his sticky precum.

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 it’s mixing with the lube to form a sticky sweet substance that you wanna lick at so bad.

So you do.

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 Jungkook’s sweatshirt. He sobs at the sight of your lips around your fingers, squirms and bucks into the hand still on his cock until he’s embarrassingly coming. “I’m sorry,” he wails, hands fisting the sheets, fucking into your hand like a virgin. “I didn’t— I didn’t mean to.”

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. “Oh, sweetheart,” you croon, hands on his tummy. The bottle of lube slips to the side, meets the still playing iPad at his hip. It’s sticky and gross to touch him like this, especially when you know Jungkook hates being unnecessarily dirty, but you can’t stop yourself from softly caressing him, soothe him after such a hard-hitting orgasm.

Honestly you had thought he would hold up a little more, let you get in a few more strokes, but he must’ve been more sensitive than you thought. “I’m sorry,” he cries again, head lolling to the side to meet your gaze with watery eyes.

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. He’s sloppy and shy, moves nothing like your normal Jungkook, and that fact alone has you slipping your tongue past his lips. He doesn’t fight back, just lets you play with him and sighs all delicately against your mouth.

There’s 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.

“Open,” you murmur, hypnotized by the way that tiny mouth moves.

“Huh?” Jungkook flushes, but he’s so good, he’s 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.

You brush his bangs away lovingly. “Aren’t you just so good for me,” you purr, revel in the way his eyes flutter shut at your touch, like you could never hurt him, and you won’t.

As sweet as the moment is, there’s a raging fire in your core begging to be stroked, and your hyperfixation on Jungkook’s mouth lets you know there’s only one way to chase the feeling. “Up,” you tell Jungkook, who whimpers sadly when you finally escape from behind him.

But you don’t get too far, settling beside him on the bed until you’re looking at the damage you’ve 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.

You grin, shuffle forward to turn those pretty eyes back towards you. “Messy little thing,” 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. “Need you to help me out now,” you murmur, hand on his jaw. “Can you do that, honey?” Jungkook nods hurriedly, eyes foggy and on your mouth. “Lay back.”

He does so, rushes to lay against the pillows until he’s 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. “You too,” 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.

By the time you’re naked, you’re met with a rather amusing sight.

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. “Help please,” he asks so politely, shaking his arms back and forth above his head. But you’re 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 don’t bother dissecting, simply climbing over him. He complains, of course, soft huffs you wave off.

“Don’t need them anyway,” you shrug, can’t 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. “Lemme see your pretty little tongue,” you order, pussy clenching when he does as told and rolls his tongue out for you, tip pressed against his bottom lip. “Good boy.”

A soft whimper, and then you’re shuffling over him, pretty doe eyes watching with amazement when you finally hover over his face. “For me?” he asks so softly, so sweetly.

It’s a question you’ve 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 it’s different now, big shiny eyes looking at you like you’re the greatest thing to ever happen in his life, so pliant and demure beneath your touch like he lived to serve you.

“All for you,” 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.

You can’t help the moan that tears itself from your throat, a soft cry as he begins lapping against your folds. He’s 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.

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 it’s so hot and wet, it makes your grind stutter. “Oh,” you pant, reaching down to tangle your fingers in his hair. “P-Perfect,” you mumble.

The praise makes his features twist up cutely, mouth desperate to get more out of you. “You like that?” 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. “Like when I tell you you’re a good boy, Jungkookie?”

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 it’s his first time (it’s not) and he’s gauging your reactions. “Oh baby,” you shudder, fingers tightening in his curls.

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 he’s whining and whimpering against your pussy like this. His tongue dips into your cunt, makes you buck against him by accident. “I’m sorry, angel,” you breathe, so caught up in your thoughts that the name just slips. It makes Jungkook’s 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.

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 it’s that final puff of warm air against your folds that has you coming, cum dripping over his lips and chin sinfully.

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. “You were so good for me,” you praise, idly dragging your finger across his skin, collecting your cum on the tip.

Jungkook looks at you with a heavy gaze, knotted wrists slowly returning to rest over his abdomen. “Can you… Can you call me that again?” he asks hesitantly, so shy and polite.

“Hm?” you ask. “Angel?” 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. “My pretty little angel,” you purr, slowly thrusting your finger in and out of his mouth. Before you can stop yourself, you’re 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.

You pat his cheek once, offer him a tender smile, before moving to get up and clean up. Jungkook whines at your departure, and it’s only once you’ve sat up that you realize why.

Half hard cock at his hip, fattening slowly but surely. Instantly, it’s 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.

“Oh, you poor thing,” you sigh dramatically, shifting onto your knees at his hip to look at him. Something pokes your leg; it’s 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.

He’s not at full mast yet, and he’s 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 isn’t enough and squirt it directly onto your chest. Jungkook watches with wide eyes, lower lip caught between his teeth. “What— What’re you doing?” he stammers, can’t even sit up with his hands held together. “__, y-you don’t have—“

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.

Jungkook sobs, loud and unfiltered at the sight, expression torn as he watches you slowly work your tightened breasts down his quickly hardening member. “T-Too much, too much,” he cries, squirming and bucking beneath you. “I-I’ll come—”

“Don’t,” 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, there’s tears that streak his cute face, trails that glisten when the lowlight of the lamp hits him just right. “Don’t fucking come yet, Jungkook.”

He sniffles weakly, more tears spilling from his eyes. “But I— it feels,” he blubbers, knotted hands reaching down for the base of his cock. You slap it away. “___, please,” he wails, face flushed from all his conflicting emotions.

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, you’re certain it’s that damned strawberry flavored, sensation warming, edible lube that makes this experience so enjoyable, so mind-blowing.

Jungkook seems to agree, stuttering out a messy whine. “Feels weird,” he snivels, only to be cut off when you release him from in between your tits. Immediately, he begins lamenting the loss.

Slowly, you ease him back in. You’re beginning to understand the intensity of that damned warming lube, because with each glide of his cock between your breasts, it’s 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, Jungkook’s whiny sniffles only fueling the experience. His cock twitches dangerously, and you flash him a glare. “Jungkook,” you warn.

“I’m sorry,” he weeps, thrashing back and forth as if that makes it any easier. “I just— I want,” he chokes, hips bucking into the suction you’ve 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. “Wanna fuck,” he seethes, “now.”

It’s 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 it’s 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.

“You're supposed to be good,” you spit, scowl turned on him and it immediately has Jungkook drawing back with his tail tucked, falling into line as he should. “You’re supposed to be my angel tonight, remember?”

Jungkook nods, big round eyes looking at you like you’re insane, but the cock that presses against your ass tells you that he likes it. “I-I’m sorry,” 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.

You release him.

“Stupid angel,” you huff, mouth against his. “Gonna make me mad if you don’t act right,” you remind him, pushing his sweaty curls away from his face. He whimpers against your mouth, let’s you play with his hair as you calm down. He’s a blushing mess beneath you, every inch of him flushed and warm and sweaty.

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. “Wanna fuck?” you hum, curling your hand over the tip like he likes, watching his head roll back against his pillow at the sensation. Jungkook groans, doesn’t seem to hear you now. You try again. “Wanna fuck my pussy, baby?”

“Yes,” 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. “Please, please,” he begs, the hands on his chest straining against the shirt he still hasn’t managed to shake off.

One last kiss is delivered to him, a chaste one against his pout that makes him whine. “Whatever you want,” you purr, line him up.

Your hands are still sticky with the lube and so is his cock. Everything is sticky; his cock, you folds, your tits, his neck. It’s a big sticky, slippery mess, but you can’t 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 don’t touch them you’ll die. You sink back into Jungkook’s throbbing cock, and the second his cock spreads the lube along your walls, you’re jolting because it just feels so damn good.

You can’t believe this is Jungkook’s preferred sick day treatment; YouTube, cuddles, and an ugly amount of lube.

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 you’d be one the always leading.

But… you’re not sure if you’d want that. Leading is fun— hell, you’re certain this moment will be what you get engraved on your tombstone —but 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.

Anyway, when you sit on his cock, fingers teasingly tightening around his throat, Jungkook’s eyes are weirdly focused on your tits. He’s 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 you’re trembling. It’s fine because it’s quite frankly a huge ego boost, but something him now makes you want to pick at him for it.

“They’re yours to taste, angel,” you hum, slowly rolling your hips over his fat cock. Jungkook whimpers, softly ruts up into your heat the next time you press down. “Tell me what you want,” you exhale, a breathy moan.

He doesn’t 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 he’s flush against your chest. His awkwardly bound hands get squished in the middle, and he says, “m-my hands...”

“I’ve got you,” you soothe, undo his self-made restraints and toss them to the side. Immediately, he’s wrapping his arms around you, pulling you flush against him to latch his lips around your breasts. “S-Slow down,” you whine, hands on his biceps as he sucks your tit into his mouth, twirls his tongue around your nipple. He’s good with his tongue even when he’s sick.

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. “Tastes like strawberries,” he groans wondrously, head against your chest. You use the lull to get back to fucking yourself on him, but Jungkook’s got other plans. He rolls the two of you over, pins you beneath him with his hot and sweaty body. “I’m sorry,” he moans as he begins jackhammering his thrusts into you.

Your back arches, legs thrown around his waist as the sudden change of events. “Fffuck,” you heave, “harder, angel— gotta fuck like you mean it.”

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 he’s expecting something to come out.

That’s when it hits you.

“N-Nothing there,” 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 you’re guiding him up to your face, hot breath mingling with yours. “Nothing there because you haven’t given me a baby yet,” you murmur darkly, watch the emotions flood his features as you tap into that taboo kink of his.

He chokes, grinds his cock into you and holds it there. “I-I didn’t,” he sniffs, “we never— you never said,” he whines, “...you wanted one.”

You cup his face in his hands, feel slightly mean for the pride you get from his tear stricken appearance. “I do,” you purr, lazily kissing him. “Want one if it’s from you. Don’t you?” He nods like an antsy puppy, quivering against you as he slowly and shallowly ruts into you. “Don’t you wanna see me like that, angel?” you egg on, hands looping behind his neck, idly playing with stray waves and curls. “Tummy so big and swollen because you did something bad, because you couldn’t pull out.”

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. “I-I want,” he agrees, more tears spilling down his cheeks.

You smirk evilly, kissing the corner of his mouth gently as he slowly picks up the pace of his thrusts. “Then fuck me hard, Jungkookie,” you demand, “fuck me full of your cum.”

Jungkook nods with a sniffle against your shoulder, fingers tightening against your skin as he slowly but surely begins nailing you into the mattress. He’s 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.

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 it’s on ecstasy, stupidly geeked up by that lube, and you’re sure Jungkook’s cock feels the same. It makes the glide so much better, so much easier, each ram of his cock feeling so easy. “Oh, fuck,” 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.

But you’re no better, tongue seemingly set on a chaotic rampage to validate every single one of his fantasies. “Gonna fuck me while I’m pregnant?” you pant against his ear, fingers tugging at his hair. He doesn’t offer more than a strained cry, thrusts momentarily falling out of rhythm. “You would like that, huh? Fucking me when you’re not supposed to. You’re so bad, Kook-ah,” you gasp, eyes rolling to the back of your head. “Only pretend to be an angel but really you’re just a dirty, little pervert.”

He wails loudly, slams his hips so hard into you that it makes you sob as well. “N-No,” he blubbers, tears against your skin. “I’m good— I’m a good boy,” he stresses, fingers bruising their prints into your skin.

He presses so close, cock practically making your stomach bulge, but neither of you see. “Dirty angel,” you spit, yank his hair back roughly until he’s forced to look at you with that watery gaze. “So horny you’re willing to get me pregnant.”

Jungkook cries out, snaps his cock into you like he’s trying to break you in half. “No,” he heaves, tears dripping down his cheeks and onto yours. “I-I-I’d do it right,” he defends weakly, hips losing their demonic pace as his orgasm sneaks up on him. “Ma— Marry first… then, b— ba— bab—“

You swallow his words with your lips, kiss him like you’re 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.

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.

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. He’s sweaty as hell though, which you now vaguely remember was your original goal with all of this so you count this as a success.

You think he’s 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 today’s MVP. “Where’s the lube?” you mutter to yourself.

Jungkook groans. “YouTube?” he asks, voice dry as all hell.

“No, honey, the lube we used,” you respond, running your hands over the sheets for any signs of the pink bottle.

“Want YouTube,” 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 don’t bother changing it as you hand it back to Jungkook. “Nice,” he murmurs, “underground water slide.”

You snort. “Weirdo.” He glares cutely, eyes barely open at this point. “Watch your YouTube.”

“Use your lube,” he sasses back softly, nonsensically, and then rather anticlimactically passes out.

There’s something soft in your chest, something so big and overwhelming, that has you bending over his sleeping figure, mouth brushing against his. “Hurry and get better, angel,” you whisper, wish on it with all your heart.

To no one’s surprise, you get sick two days later. Doyeon laughs and laughs for hours about it, tells you that’s what you get for using sex as medicine. But Jungkook’s back to normal, which means he stays over and coddles you to death.

“Hurry and get better,” he says, spoon feeding you your famous Get Better Soon Soup that you passed on to him. “I have a question to ask you.”

There’s a little black box in his downstairs bathroom cabinet that you swear you’ve never seen, but Jungkook knows you’re lying.

It fits perfectly.

epilogue

She scoffs. “And I care why?” You huff, go to scold her for their weird rivalry, but then she’s moving on. “Babe, just give him some pain relief and call it a day.”

“Fine,” you mumble. “Wait, can you look something else up for me?”

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versadies · 3 years ago

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Hello! I hope you're doing good and having a nice day <3 just wanted to send in a req

Im not completely sure if it'll get accepted bc its about death but i was thinking if it was okay to request for hcs of diluc/ningguang comforting their s/o after one of their close family member passed away? Its completely fine and understandable by me if you cant/wont do the req ^^

(Ps sorry if it seems a bit off, its my first time requesting and im trying not to sound as awkward as possible sjjssj)

diluc and ningguang comforting you when your family member dies (hc + scenario)

penpal: no worries about death being unacceptable in requests, it's completely okay. hope you're having a good day as well !!

pairing/s: diluc x gn!reader, ningguang x gn!reader (separate)

sypnosis: hc scenario of how diluc and ningguang would comfort their s/o after one of their close relatives passes away.

include/s: spoilers of diluc's backstory, mentions of death, death of family member, comfort hc, and possibly ooc

-> the moment diluc finds out that a close family member of yours died, he'll immediately be by your side and comfort you with everything he can.

-> he's willing to fix his schedule and makes sure he's there for you when you need him. he knows the feeling of losing a loved on– especially a family member so he basically relates to what you're feeling.

-> diluc fully respects what you wish. if you need space, he's ready to leave the room. if you need a shoulder to cry on, go for it, his shoulder is free for your tears. if you need cuddles, he's already spreading his arms wide for you. anything you need, he's already on it.

-> although he can put his work aside (for only a small amount of time), he still has to do his night patrols just to make you and mondstadt safe. he only goes out at night when you're either asleep or reassured him enough that it's okay for him to go out and protect the city.

-> if you want, diluc will even come with you to the funeral and give his condolences. you may think you're bothering him but he thinks otherwise. he doesn't mind putting his work on hiatus for now and just wants to make sure you're okay.

-> he's a great listener so if you're open enough to talk to him about your relative, he's ready to lend an ear and listen to every word you say. he'll sometime reassure you that you don't have to tell him more if you're not comfortable with it.

as diluc enters the bedroom in his sleeping attire, his eyes lands on your sleeping figure on your shared bed, sleeping peacefully in exhaustion from today's funeral. he regrets not being able to be by your side after dinner, but he's thankful that there weren't any abyss mages for the night, giving him a chance to sleep with you early tonight.

he immediately goes to the bed, sliding under the covers with you beside him still asleep.

"hnn... home already?" you spoke up, slowly waking up from your lover's movements around the bed.

he hums in response, wrapping his arms around you comfortingly. "go to sleep. you've been through a lot, you deserve some rest."

your mouth twitched up from his words, now turning around to face him. "thank you for everything you've done, diluc." you said, hugging him back with a small yawn escaping your mouth as you close your eyes.

diluc then kisses your forehead before closing his eyes, the two of you slowly falling to slumber in each other's arms. "anything for you, love. sleep well."

-> ningguang's a very busy woman but a caring one. when you told her about a family member of yours passing away, the first thing she'll do is say "my condolences."

-> unlike diluc, ningguang can't exactly just abandon her work, causing her to have full regrets for not being able to comfort you all the time. though, she does have a way of staying in touch with you.

-> she'll offer words of comfort and that your close relative is in a better place. it doesn't bother her that you're "ruining" her luxurious clothes from crying. to her, you matter more than luxury.

-> she'll immediately ask to purchase some foods and other items that can comfort you throughout your grieving along with a gift for your family as condolences to your family relative's passing (despite you and your family reassuring her that she didn't have to).

-> ningguang often checks up on you to see if you're hydrated, eating well, and so on. she doesn't want you to harm yourself, after all. however, if you ever wish to have some space or privacy for a while, she'll respect your wishes and do as you say, continuing to do her work as the tianquan.

-> she's very willing to come with you to your relative's funeral and be your shoulder to cry on. if you're busy talking to your other family members or greeting the new arrivals, she won't hesitate to converse with your parents or other family members, listening to their experiences with the passing relative inventively whilst glancing at your way to see if you need her presence.

"hey," ningguang turns around when she hears you calling out for her. "sorry that i was taking so long. i didn't realize that time was flying fast." you said with an apologetic look on your face.

your lover smiles in understanding. "it's nothing to apologize for, dearest. how are you feeling?"

you took a deep breath, eyeing on the coffin. "a bit overwhelmed, i suppose. i saw you talking to the others, how are they?"

she hums in response. "they're... polite to say the least. your relative is truly someone worth meeting with based on what your family told me."

you nodded in agreement, smiling sadly. "yeah.. if you two were to meet, i'm sure you would've get along with each other." you remarked.

"…may they be in a better place, y/n."

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baecvlt · 4 years ago

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First Love

Pairing: Sougami (Byakuya Togami x Kazuichi Soda)

Warnings: Smut (all wholesome tho bc they barely met in this one)

A/N: Decided to write this up for the bestie (komaedanovio on TikTok; follow them). Azul would die for them and there are 0 fics abt them sooo. Yeah.

“So you’re part of the Future Foundation, huh?”

Byakuya pushes his glasses back as they were falling off his nose, then turning around to see the person who spoke. “Uh, yes,” he answered the pink haired man behind him, he stuck out his hand that he’d covered with a handkerchief,“Byakuya Togami”. They shook hands.

“Name’s Kazuichi Soda”

“I know. The ‘Ultimate Mechanic’, is it not?”

“Yeah! You look really rich. Valentino Couture?”

“Yeah—,” Byakuya answered, then looked down at his suit,“How did you know?”. “My mom was somewhat a tailor. She’d help fix and sew up suits such as yours, so I obviously had to recognize Italian threads,” he explained,“Made sure I washed my hands before approaching you, can’t stain a fine suit like that”. Byakuya was somewhat impressed. No one has ever appreciated his attire, he looked like a snob to most people.

Then again, Kazuichi isn’t most people.

“She taught me to sew, never let me handle suits,” Kazuichi added,“But I’d always see them in the closet hung up nicely”. He had a warm smile on his face, reminiscing tends to bring a little joy to him. “I think that’s just honorable,” Byakuya said warmly. “You think so?”. Byakuya nodded, the smile on Kazuichi’s face spreading. “Thanks,” he mumbled, but spoke up,“We should keep in touch, y’know?”. Byakuya began to think. He wasn’t really one for friends, Kazuichi was extremely beneath him. On the other hand, he was interesting to talk to and didn’t seem like a pest, right?

“That’s fine”

“Alright! How about we meet up during the island celebration? Tonight?”

Byakuya nodded, he didn’t know why, but he nodded. “Cool! See you later, Togami”. Kazuichi ran off, going to see if he can help with cleanup someway. As he ran, Byakuya had just realized he agreed to hang out with someone who he had just met. There wasn’t anything wrong with that, but it was just weird to him. I guess, he just seemed nice enough. Whatever. Now that the Tragedy is over, it’d be nice to return things to normal. Byakuya was ready to make new partnerships and if his first besides his classmates was to be Kazuichi, so be it.

Later that evening, Byakuya made sure to attend. He got there early, making it easier to spot Kazuichi. He was around Gundham and Sonia, who had begun warming up to him. Their eyes locked, Byakuya waved. Kazuichi waved back as he called for him,“Togami! Wait up—”. He ran from his two classmates and to Byakuya. Everyone had gotten dressed up, Kazuichi in a nice little suit that complimented his hair. He had glasses on this time. “What a surprise!,” he cheered,“I thought you would’ve bailed!”. That was sad to say the least. “How could I do such a thing? I had to come anyway,” Byakuya explained,“Makoto can’t drive...he’s also in the Future Foundation”.

“So I’ve heard. Can I offer you a drink?”

“Why not?”

Byakuya was a pessimist, this we know. He was as pessimistic as they come. Hanging out with Kazuichi was something he told himself wouldn’t be worth his time, but he agreed, so he had to suck it up. To his surprise, hanging out with him wasn’t so bad. In fact, he’ll never admit it, but Byakuya actually enjoyed Kazuichi’s company. They went for a glass of punch, enjoyed the feast, danced with friends till dawn. Around 4am (because damn, this party was just never gonna end), they took it upon themselves to walk along the beach. As they walked, conversations took place. Byakuya went off on a rant about his limousine life, riding in one everyday and how he feared for his life when doing so. His limo made a sound that sounded as if it were going to fall apart any time soon.

“It was a scratching noise against the asphalt and absolutely terrorized me as a child. To this day, I won’t enter a limousine. I just can’t”

“Scratching? Gee, only thing that comes to mind is the exhaust coming down. Wish I could’ve seen it and told you for sure”

“I still have it in a hidden garage. It’s that valuable”

“Oh, nice! Maybe, I can stop by and see what’s wrong. You’ll have to drive it though”

Byakuya raised a brow. “You’re the mechanic, are you not?,” he asked. Kazuichi laughed nervously, nodding. “See, thing is...I get terribly carsick”. Well, that was new. It was confusing to Byakuya, just as the confusion hit, Kazuichi added:

“Isn’t that funny? The rich guy who’s scared of limos and the mechanic with carsickness”

Byakuya snickered,“Yeah, I guess that’s unheard of”.

They laughed, finding a perfect place to sit down. It was late. Dark and late, the sand was cool against their hands. They took off their shoes, setting them aside. The waves crashes on the shore, “So, what next?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was softer, Byakuya took notice. “What do you mean?,” he asked. Kazuichi pushed back his hair and shrugged. “I mean, now that we’re all free”. Byakuya took time to give a proper answer, he had a plan.

“Well, for starters, after we finish cleanup, do the very best to rebuild homes. Slowly as we become civilized again, I rebuild the Togami Conglomerate. It’s what my family would’ve wanted and for them, I’d do just about anything” “Wow” “And yourself?”

Kazuichi smiled, facing him. “I’ve been working on blueprints here and there to, get this, introduce new transportation for us all!”. Byakuya shrugged. “You haven’t heard the best part, though,” he added,“You’ll never guess what it is!”.

“Flying car?

“That sounds awesome— No! That’s not it at all!”

“What is it?”

Kazuichi bit back his smile and answered,“A monorail! One that goes super fast! I just know it’s possible! Average monorail? 70 miles per hour, but if I get it right, It could go 200 miles per hour...ore more!”. Now, Byakuya was smiling. “Impressive,” he responded,“It’d be very convenient for people to get around”.

“I’m glad you think so”

Kazuichi faced the ocean, sighing deeply. “I’ve just always wanted to build transportation, really fast ones,” he said,“My old man doubted me, though. He didn’t think it was realistic. He said cars I can do, but never anything past that. Something about cars is all the family knows, I dunno”.

“I think you can do it”

“You’re just saying things—”

“No, I know you can. You have something other geniuses lack. You have the heart. Where there’s heart, there is will”

“That means a lot coming from you”

“Why from me?”

Kazuichi explained that he knows about Byakuya’s family and they didn’t sound any easier, either. “We didn’t have good upbringings,” he said,“But you, you had it so hard. Yet, you overcame all of that shit. If you survived that and all of this, I know you can rebuild your conga line”

“Conglomerate?”

“Yeah, that”

They smiled. “Man to man,” Kazuichi added,“Is settling down in that plan?”. Byakuya hadn’t thought of that at all. Would he even want to settle down? Jesus. That was the last thing he expected to think about. “I’m going to be completely honest with you,” Byakuya answered,“I have no idea. That isn’t something that’s come to mind. While I’d like to have someone to continue my legacy, I just don’t know. Tell me about your plan?”. Kazuichi was confused now, he didn’t think Byakuya was gonna return the question. “I would like to, but who’d love me?,” he muttered. He continued.

“I never had the best luck with women, but then sometimes, I sit and wonder,’Do I really feel this way about women?’ I try to be such a people pleaser, I sometimes don’t even know if I genuinely like something or if I say I do because that’s what’s expected of me and I’ve never told anyone else that, wow”

Byakuya sucked at being comforting, we also know this, but he really wanted to be there for Kazuichi. “I think I’m gay,” Kazuichi blurted, covering his mouth. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have said that”. Byakuya shook his head,“First of all, congratulations”. Kazuichi couldn’t help but laugh at that. “Second of all, don’t apologize for being truthful to yourself,” he said,“I’m not exactly of heterosexual persuasion either”.

“Oh, thank god. I though I was going to be killed and thrown into the ocean”

“Nah, because who on this island is straight? Absolutely no one”

“You might be right...wow. I’m gay. I’m gay. I’m gaaaayyy”

Byakuya laughed,“Let it out, I guess”. “I’ve just never said that out loud! It feels so freeing!”. Kazuichi stood up and ran to the ocean. At the top of his lungs, he professed his attraction to men. He ran back, only for them to hear someone say. “You love who you love, man, more power to ya!”. They laughed at that moment, laughed so hard their stomach cramped. “Who even was that?,” Kazuichi sobbed.

“I think that might’ve been Yasuhiro”

“O-Oh, at least you know him”

They calmed down, enjoying their time on the sand. “This was fun,” Kazuichi mumbled. “I agree”. He scoot closer to Byakuya, who unknowingly wrapped his arm around his waist. He caressed his sides, softly. Kazuichi lay his head on Byakuya’s shoulder, which he didn’t mind. There was just something really comforting about this. “What’s most important to you in a relationship?,” Kazuichi asked. His voice was still soft, but unlike before, it wasn’t stern or blue. “For both of us to have ambition and goals set,” he answered,“What’s important to you?”.

“I just wanna trust someone. It’s hard for me to trust anyone, really. So as long as I can trust them and they’re kind, that’s all I want”

“Well, I’m a brutally honest cunt”

“I love brutally honest cunts”

He laughed as he continued to rub down his sides. As the saying goes, you miss 100% of the shots you don’t take. Plus, tonight was going just great. “Look at me,” Byakuya said. “Hm?”. Kazuichi faced him, only to be grabbed and pulled to Byakuya’s lips. He gasped, a blush coming across his face as Byakuya kissed him ever so tenderly. They pulled away slowly. Kazuichi covered his face, Byakuya reaching for his shoulder. “I’m sorry,” he muttered. “No! Its okay!,” he blurted,“It was more than okay! I-I’ve just never kissed another dude before. Okay, I’ve never actually kissed anyone else”.

“Oh?”

“Well, I have, but not like this”

“I can tell. Your lips, they were so soft and inexperienced. Untouched, I’d say”

As Byakuya said this, he placed his thumb gently on Kazuichi’s lips, sliding it down soft and slowly; he shuddered before he spoke. “I want you to kiss me again,” he muttered against his sliding thumb. “Good”. Kazuichi’s breath hitched as Byakuya grabbed his jaw, gently kissed him. He kissed back now with more readiness, his hand digging into the sand. Byakuya’s hand moved from his jaw to his throat, gripping softly. A sweet moan escaped Kazuichi’s lips, making him bite Byakuya’s bottom lip. He winced, pulling away momentarily. “Sorry,” he whispered. Byakuya reassured him it was okay, but Kazuichi shook his head. “Let me kiss it better,” he cooed, pushing Togami on his back. Soda straddled him, pecking his lower lip.

Now, Byakuya was blushing.

“Ah, don’t hate me, but I kinda drew blood”

“You? Withdraw blood? With those teeth? Also unheard of”

“Hey! Shut up about my teeth”

“I like your teeth”

“I like you”

“Really? Prove yourself truthful”

“Say less”

“WHAT THE FUCK”

Soda quickly got off of Togami, who sat up just as fast. There stood Hiyoko, Mahiru, Ibuki, and Mikan. “Hey girls!,” Kazuichi waved,“Togami was just helping me find my glasses. We found them know, so there’s no need to worry”. “Oh don’t worry, we were just on our way to the cabins,” Mahiru explained. “What goes on in the cabins stays in the cabins! Wooho- ouch!”. Hiyoko acting as if she didn’t just nudge the fuck out of Ibuki. “Y-You know, if you two are going to, uhm, continue what you were d-doing here,” Mikan began to suggest,“Maybe you c-could go get a cabin too. The others are headed over here”. Kazuichi looked at Byakuya, who nodded. “Okay then! Let’s go!”.

So there they were, following the girls to the cabins. “I say we go to mine, just to be safe,” Kazuichi explained,“Besides, I got to clean up. It looks greats now”. Byakuya just nodded, he couldn’t utter a word. For some reason, his heart was pounding out of his chest. The girl’s split from them, giggling as they entered their room. “Home sweet home,” Kazuichi said as he opened the door. They stepped in, Kazuichi locking it. He had turned the lights on, but once he jumped on his bed, Byakuya turned them off. “Oh, you’re straight to the point, aren’t you?,” Kazuichi teased as he held his arms open for Byakuya to crawl in. He did just that, kissing him all over. He focused on his lips for about 30 seconds, before moving on to his neck, and finally he unbuttoned his shirt a little to kiss along his chest. Feeling his shirt unbutton, Kazuichi took it upon himself to do the same to Byakuya, except unbuttoning it all.

“Togami..

“Yeah?”

“Lay down”

“Alright”

Byakuya lay down as Kazuichi got between his legs, hands on his belt buckle. “Can I...?”. Byakuya nodded, giving Kazuichi permission to take it off. Carefully, he slid off his jeans and briefs, exposing his pale cock. At that point, it was quite obvious that Kazuichi had no idea as to what he was doing and supposed to do. He began by grabbing his cock, licking at his tip a little, stroking him. Byakuya snickered as Kazuichi’s eyes met his, but breathed deeply. He put his mouth over it, bobbing his head, accidentally hitting his throat. He gagged, but not loudly. Byakuya played with his hair, not yet grabbing it. “Take your time,” he comforted,“I want you to enjoy this as much as I am...Fuck~ you’re doing so well”.

Kazuichi was really, really struggling. He had to think back to the most realistic porno he’s ever seen. What were these people doing that he hasn’t? Try being sloppy maybe? Cursing himself for his lack of education in gay sex (well, actually, just sex in general), he worked with what he knew. The last thing he wanted was to embarrass himself. Little did he know, he was actually putting Byakuya on edge. Byakuya hardly cursed and when he did, it was for good reason. Like right now, Kazuichi was giving him the sloppiest head in that moment. He was doing so well, Byakuya became fixated his mouth. Something about his mouth drove him insane.

And then there was Kazuichi, still believing he was doing terrible. His thoughts were racing.

I know I’m doing something wrong...

Is he even enjoying it?

God, I’m so out of his league...

Maybe if I just spit...

What would my dad think of this? Wait, my dad’s dead—

Kazuichi allowed himself to drool all over his cock. Byakuya moaned, pushing his head back. “No more, I’m so close...,” he gasped,“I’d prefer to finish elsewhere...”. Kazuichi’s stomach sank. “O-Oh,” he stuttered,“Okay, I guess I’ll just lay down”. Byakuya got in between his legs now, removing his jeans amd boxers, examining him, realizing he’d look better completely nude. Kazuichi shivered, which he also took note of. “Let me pull a bedsheet over us,” he said,“You look cold”. “Thank you,” Kazuichi muttered as Byakuya fumbled for the covers.

“Better?”

“Still a little chilly”

“Okay, Uhm- how about now?”

Byakuya held Kazuichi with his arms wrapped around him, bare chests making contact. “Feels so nice,” he mumbled. Byakuya placed a kiss on his chest before warning him about prep.

“Please be gentle”

“I will be, just relax. Breathe”

Kazuichi was shaking at this point, he was so nervous and didn’t know why. Byakuya held him tightly, stopping himself from entering even a finger in the guy. “You’re shaking,” he noted,“Is everything okay?”. Kazuichi nodded, explaining,“This is my first time, I just want you to be gentle”. Byakuya helped him work on his breathing. He placed a warm hand on his chest, making sure his heart rate slows down. “There,” he whispered,“I’m gonna go slow”. Kazuichi nodded, bracing himself.

Prep wasn’t actually bad?

He took Byakuya’s first two fingers well, but then the third one made him whine (and cry a little). Nonetheless, he just wanted to get it over with. The pain had gone away once Byakuya had curled his fingers a few times. Kazuichi made small noises as he took his fingers, whining when pulled out. With his other hand, he cupped Kazuichi’s jaw, but slowly slit it down to his throat. Kazuichi gasped as he felt Byakuya’s grip tighten. “I’m going to ruin you ever so softly,” he whispered,“Understood?”.

“Yes...”

“Good”

Byakuya took his cock out, placing Kazuichi’s legs on his shoulders. Still tight, he groaned as he pushed in. “Ah! Fuck...”. Along with being filled by Byakuya’s cock, the grip on his throat remained, sending a wave of pleasure through him. Byakuya kept his thrusts slow, just like be promised. “I-Is this okay?,” Byakuya managed.

“Harder”

“I just started. D-Don’t you want to ease into it first”

“No, just— please. Also...”

Kazuichi moved his hand to Byakuya’s choking hand, pressing it down harder against him. “What you’re asking for could hurt you, um...Are you sure?,” Byakuya asked. Kazuichi nodded, fisting Byakuya’s hair and pulling him in for a heated kiss. In response, Byakuya only thrust harder into him. He knew he wouldn’t last long, seeing Kazuichi’s already fucked out face. Each thrust only made his blush deepen and his stomach acids find new ways to make him feel sick. Byakuya came to the realization that his cock already had the guy in shambles and in a trance, almost. He was making him feel good, but he knew that he wasn’t exactly fucking him the way he should be fucked, deserves to be fucked. He wasn’t hitting his sweet spot just right, Byakuya taking it upon himself to experiment with his thrusts.

“Ngh! Hey, why’d you stop doing that? It felt— Ah!”

Found it.

Byakuya tried thrusting with his cock in that angle, but realized it was harder in this position. “Ass up,” he sighed, slightly out of breath. Kazuichi didn’t hesitate whatsoever, immediately laying on his stomach with his ass in the air. Sure, he already felt weak in his knees, but that wouldn’t stop him from letting Byakuya do him the way he was about to.

It didn’t take long for Byakuya to rediscover this new spot, hitting it repeatedly. Kazuichi dug his face into the soft, white pillows; practically screaming as he was unraveling underneath Byakuya. His whines were perpetual and if you listened closely, you could hear exactly what he was saying in a quiet breath.

“Yesyesyes, oh! Please don’t stop now pleasepleaseplease I can’t take it anymore, Ah! I love you, I love you so much, I really love you, o-oh thank you..”

Byakuya smiled at his low, yet raspy words. I love you? “How cute,” he muttered, pulling his messy pink hair back. Kazuichi’s hand shook as he moved it too his leaking cock. “I’m close, Togami, please don’t stop”. Byakuya snickered,“I don’t plan on it”. Gently, he shoved his head back down onto the pillow, also nearing his high. Without warning, Byakuya came after a few thrusts. Feeling his warmth, Kazuichi came right after. He collapsed onto the mattress, head in the pillows and trying his very best to catch his breath. As he took deep breaths, Byakuya smiled as his fingers walked up the blushing boy’s back, tracing small circles and figure eights.

“You’re too kind”

“You deserve it,” Byakuya whispered, placing a hand on Kazuichi’s hip and kissing up and down his back (and to his neck). Kazuichi turned around, Byakuya getting to kiss his stomach a few times before being pulled up by Kazuichi. “Ah!”. He laughed as he held Byakuya tighter, nuzzling him. Byakuya may have been taller, but Kazuichi was definitely stronger.

“Gotcha”

Byakuya would be annoyed, but not when Kazuichi has the goofiest and most smug look on his face. Eventually he let him go, laying by him. Kazuichi’s hair was ruined by their little night Basically, he ended up with his tiny braid undone. Kazuichi twirled his excess hair in between his fingers. “Oh- Allow me,” Byakuya said, finding the rubber band used to fasten the hair, braiding. Kazuichi’s eyes stared at him lovingly, watching Byakuya put his glasses back on just to redo his braid. “Annnnnd...done”. Byakuya rubbed his chest before reaching for the the ground and picking up his briefs, putting them back on. He tossed Kazuichi his boxers.

“Thanks”

“Of course”

They lay next to each other, Kazuichi playing with Byakuya’s hair. “I’m so glad I met you,” Byakuya admitted. “Ditto”. Byakuya grabbed his chin, pulling him in for a slow, passionate kiss. Suddenly, the door creaked open, but two girls rush in, already fondling each other.

“Excited, aren’t you?”

“Why wouldn’t I be when you look so—”

Kazuichi and Byakuya stared at the two women, who awkwardly stared back.

“Togami?”

“Fukawa?...WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH NAEGI’S SISTER?”

“WHAT ARE YOU DOING WITH THE MECHANIC?”

“I won’t say anything if you don’t”

“Sounds good to me! Come on, Komaru”

The girls ran out, thus allowing Kazuichi and Byakuya to finish their little makeout session. Eventually, it tired them out, sleeping in each other’s arms. Before sleep, Byakuya wondered something, but decided it could wait. The next morning, Kazuichi woke up first, planting a small kiss on Byakuya’s lips. As his eyes fluttered open, Kazuichi gasped. “My prince has finally awoken”.

“Silly”

“I know”

Byakuya kissed him properly, getting up to bathe. Upon entering the shower, he heard the door open. “Can I join?!”. Byakuya invited him in, closing the shower door. “Did you want something before we go?,” Byakuya asked, making Kazuichi blush. “Uh, no, um...did you?”. Byakuya shook his head.

“I just wanted to shower with you”

“I see. Help me with my hair, I’ll help you with yours”

Kazuichi nodded, grabbing the shampoo and lathering it into his hair. It didn’t take long to add in the conditioner in too since his hair was short. Now, Byakuya got to Kazuichi’s hair. He took care of Kazuichi, being less awkward about washing him up. It’s not that Kazuichi wasn’t into helping him, he was insecure about touching him. He wanted to do it right, sometimes doubting himself and what he was doing. Byakuya on the other hand, was confident in what he was doing as he massaged Kazuichi’s scalp whilst washing him. “Did you mean it?”.

“Mean what?”

“Last night while I was destroying you from the inside out—”

“Of course”

“—you said you loved me....well, did you mean it? I know people say things they don’t mean in a state of bliss, but-”

“Togami, I meant every word”

Byakuya’s heart skipped a beat as Kazuichi spoke. “If you mean it, tell me right now that you love me,” he ordered. “I love you, Togami. Do you love me?”. Byakuya held onto him, hugging him tightly. “Well, I guess this is my answer,” Kazuichi laughed,“Hey— Are you crying?”. Obviously crying, (because he was emotional for some reason) Byakuya backed away.

“Of course not! Me? Crying? No, never!”

“I love you”

“I love you too”

“Was this too fast?”

“What? You’re telling me you don’t believe in love at first sight?”

“I guess I do”

They finished up their shower and got dressed, heading out. Everyone had already met up at the dock. “Jesus, where the hell were you two?!,” Makoto asked, genuinely concerned. “Yeah, we were about to go search,” Hajime added. “I was helping Kazuichi pack something. I saw him struggle in his room with it,” Byakuya said, calmly. Kazuichi just went along with it. “Yeah, my tools wouldn’t pack well,” he explained,“Togami was just helping me stuff everything into my toolbox”. A low mutter was heard, but you’d have to be close enough to understand it.

“Yeah, right. That toolbox wasn’t the only thing Byakuya was stuffing...—”

“FUKAWA!”

“Alright! That does it for the headcount!,” Makoto announced,“Let’s get going. We have a rebuilt city to settle into!”. As everyone cheered on boarded the boat with their own individual classes, Byakuya rushed closer to Kazuichi. “Will I see you again?,” Kazuichi asked.

“Soon. May I kiss you goodbye, or would that be too much a cliche?”

“Yeah, but I love cliches. All the best movies have ‘em”

“So do I”

They kissed tenderly, Byakuya holding his waist. They pulled away, smiling. “See ya around,” Kazuichi mumbled. “Goodbye, Souda”.

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Mistletoe | J.M.

a/n: i suck at writing. the only thing im good at is procrastinating my procrastination so send help pls :/ this fic was supposed to be up before Christmas but i just finished writing it today and i’m not even proud of it :’) anyways, happy reading and be sure to tell me what you think in the end <3

summary: all you wanted to do was kiss your boyfriend under the mistletoe, but things didn’t work out as planned.

warning: secondhand embarrassment, fluff & some mildly suggestive themes in the end bc i couldn’t help it lmao

word count: 2407

“And that’s what I call a perfect plan,” Emily threw her arms up in the air excitedly, thankfully not getting the attention of anyone else in the cafe. She had just finished explaining the details of her stupid plan to make your boyfriend finally kiss you that was admittedly not so stupid after you ran through the whole thing once again in your head. What’s the worst possible outcome of her plan? Him hating you forevermore? You highly doubt that’d happen so maybe this plan was actually worth a try after all.

“Do you think this is a good idea though, I mean I don’t wanna come off as too needy or anything...” you rambled on nervously, your hands fidgeting with the hem of the beige sweater you were wearing.

“You always overthink everything,” Emily landed a firm reassuring pat on your shoulder. “Don’t worry. It’ll be completely fine. Couples kiss each other all the time! And it’s about time for that dip to do the same to you too.”

You and Jonah had been dating for quite a while now — nearly a month and a half to be exact — but you both had never kissed. His previous girlfriend had left him heavily scarred and this was your first romantic relationship with anyone, meaning that you were too inexperienced in this relationship department to know how it works, so of course both of you had agreed to take it slow. Don’t get you wrong, he did shower you with affection all the time through other methods, mainly through intimate gestures but he didn’t make a move to take it any further and you being the useless coward you were, you didn’t even dare to initiate it either even though you’d gotten comfortable enough with Jonah to the point where you do want to kiss him. Very badly.

Now, you knew that each and every relationship was different and there was nothing wrong with not choosing to express one’s love through something as absurd as kisses, but after Daniel accidentally let the fact that Jonah actually kissed his ex on their first date slip during one of your conversations with him, you started to wonder whether you were the problem. Were you not pretty enough? Not capable enough?

Your worsened insecurities didn’t go unnoticed by your best friend, which was exactly why she dragged you out to a cafe that late autumn day to offer you her so-called ‘foolproof’ plan that couldn’t go wrong.

So when winter rolled around and it was time to put up Christmas decorations around your house, maybe it was because of the indescribable Christmas magic in the air, or maybe it was because of the delightful festive cheer, you eventually decided to follow her advice and hung a mistletoe above the door. Now all there’s left was for you to greet him at the door, inconspicuously gaze at the mistletoe above you, say something along the lines of, “Wow, I wonder how that mistletoe got there!”, and then hope he’d get the hint and was ready for a cute Christmas kiss — If he did go along with the plan, that is.

Which explained why here you were right now leaning against a wall of your living room, shifting your weight from one foot to another repeatedly while biting your nails as you stare intensely at the clock, trying your best to soothe the nerves in your stomach. You had just invited him over for dinner like usual and was now waiting for his arrival anxiously like something big was about to happen although you knew very well that a kiss was hardly considered that big of a deal.

The loud chime of the doorbell that sounded moments later disrupted your train of thought, startling you a little. You hurriedly smoothed your attire and took a deep breath to calm yourself down before making your way to answer the door. You flung open the front door with a cheeky smile plastered on your face.

“Hey, ba....Corbyn?! What are you doing here?” Your voice raised a pitch in the end of your sentence from how shocked you were when you were greeted with the sight of Corbyn standing on your doorstep instead of your boyfriend whom you were expecting, your eyes widening in disbelief so much that you swore they almost popped out of your sockets.

“Just here to pass your present before I return to my hometown tomorrow for Christmas,” he answered, passing you the rectangular shaped present that was beautifully wrapped with vibrant Christmas-themed wrapping paper. Under normal circumstances, you would’ve thanked him profusely and proceed with guessing excitedly about what he might’ve gotten you (because he is an amazing gift-giver) but this time was different. You had a mistletoe dangling from the ceiling above your head and your friend was not supposed to be here now. Out of all the times he could’ve passed you your present, he had chosen today to do it. Great.

“But isn’t that Jonah’s car?” You asked, pointing at the black Audi that was parked in your driveway, completely ignoring the present that was now in your hand.

Please don’t see the mistletoe. Please don’t see the mistletoe....

“Not even a thank you?” Corbyn cocked a brow but sighed and gave you a reply to your question when he realised you were scowling at him. “Yeah, I caught a ride with him since we’re heading to the same place and he wants me to wash his car afterwards. This dumbass is too lazy to do anything by himself,” he explained and rolled his eyes.

“He’s in the car now talking on the phone with our manager, so yeah,” he added, still not noticing the mistletoe, even when he looked up a little and scratched the back of his head. Luck was definitely on your side today.

“And I bet you have tons to pack for your trip tomorrow, don’t you? So you better hurry home and get ready,” this was the best excuse you had to get him to leave before things got awkward.

“Hello? It’s me you’re talking about,” Corbyn ruffled your hair with his hand. “My stuff is all packed and ready a week ago.”

“But I guess I should get going anyway,” he said, clapping his hands. Jonah can be seen walking towards you both. “The last thing I want is to third wheel your date so see ya’ soon,” he bid his goodbye and you felt a weight lifted from your chest when he still paid no attention to the stupid plant.

But someone else sure did. You watched as a smirk grew on Jonah’s face when his gaze lifted higher to see the mistletoe above you. He was about to walk away when Jonah stopped him by putting an arm over his shoulder.

“Hey, Corbyn, don’t you think it’s extremely rude to leave a girl standing under a mistletoe without a kiss?” His simple question had you internally cursing him with a long string of profanities as embarrassment flooded your veins instantly, heat spreading from the tips of your ears to all over your face.

“Oh,” He dragged out the one syllable word when he finally took notice of the mistletoe as realization hit him. “No wonder you were acting all weird just now! Because you wanted a kiss from me but you didn’t have the guts to say it, huh?”

“No, I absolutely don’t want anything from you!” You waved your hands frantically in front of you in denial.

“Including your present? So give it back to me,” Corbyn instructed, wiggling his eyebrows playfully, in which you responded with another deep scowl.

“No, the present is mine now so you can’t take it back!” You practically screamed at him as you tightened your hands around the said object protectively. You friendly banter went on for a while more, with Corbyn teasing you and you shooting your crafty retorts back at him.

Jonah watched the exchange between you and his best friend silently with an amused smile and couldn’t help but burst into laughter when Corbyn suddenly said “you’re so annoying! It makes me want to kiss you to shut you up” in the midst of your playful bickering, making your cheeks redden even more and from the way you open and close your mouth without any words coming out of it, it was evident that you were at a loss of words too.

“Then kiss her, bro,” Jonah urged him with a nudge of his shoulder. “But not on the lips. Those are mine,” he said in a serious tone, the former cheekiness all gone. It was merely a simple sentence but little did he know butterflies erupted in your stomach just from hearing it.

“As much as I’d not want to kiss you, this is tradition and we can’t break it,” with a hopeless sigh, Corbyn scrunched up his nose in disgust but proceeded to lean in and give you a brief kiss on your cheek before pulling away almost immediately. “There, that’s settled. Hang your mistletoe elsewhere next time. The last thing I want is to fucking kiss my best friend again,” he left with a wave of his hand at you and Jonah.

“I guess it’s just the two of us now,” Jonah stated the obvious as his car pulled out of the driveway a moment later by Corbyn.

“Shut up and get lost, I don’t wanna talk to you,” you crossed your arms in front of your chest, looking away from him, still mad that he made your friend kiss you. It was nothing more than a kiss on the cheek but that didn’t mean that it wasn’t awkward.

“But why are you still standing here then? Right under the mistletoe,” he moved closer and wrapped his strong arms around your waist, kicking the door shut behind him. You were engulfed in his uplifting and clean scent of autumn that you loved so dearly, considering that autumn is your utmost favourite season of all. “Wonder how did that get here. I don’t remember seeing the mistletoe the last time I visited.”

“Fuck you, Jonah.”

“Here? Against the wall? Damn, darling, you sure are one kinky girl,” he joked, earning a playful smack from you.

“Stop,” you whined and buried your face in his chest to hide your blushing face that was already as red as a tomato or even redder at this point. He chuckled, his hand moving to cradle your face and pushed it backwards gently before tilting it upwards.

“Sometimes I forget how delicate and innocent you actually are,” he breathed and you could feel heart doing jumping jacks when your gaze met with his intense one. Your mind went totally haywire when he started to lean in, your breaths mingling with each other’s. “And you have no idea how much I’ve thought about doing this.”

When your lips connected at long last, the wonderful sensation was like nothing you had experienced before. The kiss was soft and moist and hot and breathy, not trying to win a battle but seeking union and closeness and the sharing of one breath, one sensation, one timeless and passionate moment. You yearned for more — you wanted so badly to feel so, so much more of him — so you didn’t hesitate to comply to his wish when he bit your lip lightly for permission for his tongue to slip into your mouth.

The heat rose in your cheeks as your tongues entwined, quick and electric and delicious, then firmer, more determined, more curious about the heat that lay within, seeking to chase down that elusive liquid lightning that reached through both of you. Instinctively, you grabbed fistfuls of the soft material at the front of his coat to pull him closer and deepen the kiss. He groaned when you bucked your hips against his as his grip on your waist tightened to prevent you from repeating the same action because his self-control was reaching its limit. One more time and he might not be able to restrain himself from pinning you against the wall and ripping off your clothes to devour you.

Plus, he knew that you weren’t ready for that either.

“That was amazing,” you said in awe when you finally pulled apart to catch your breath, breathless from the heated kiss-turned-makeout session with your boyfriend. “If I can get kissed like that everytime I stand under a mistletoe, I think I might go against Corbyn’s advice and hang more of those around my house.”

“You don’t need a stupid mistletoe to kiss me, idiot. You can do it whenever you like,” he replied, his thumb caressing your cheek gently, as if you were his most prized possession that he was more than reluctant to let go of (which you were).

“But why haven’t you done that before?” You asked, staring quizzically into his hazel eyes that were the softest brown infused with green, as if he held the new spring growth inside.

“I wanted your first kiss to be special,” he tucked a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “There’re a lot of things that I want to do with you and do to you that I haven’t done yet, love, so you gotta be patient,” he promised and took your hands in his, squeezing them once.

“But what if I want you to show me what you want to do to me now?” You wanted to take the question back right after you said it out loud. His lips curled into a smirk which made you even more embarrassed than you already were, not saying a word. “No, I mean what am I even talking about...” you trailed off, pulling your lower lip between your teeth tentatively, not on purpose but because that was what you did everytime you were nervous, only to find his jaw slightly clenched as you did so before using his thumb to softly pull your lip back out.

“Desperate now, are we?” He teased, holding your hand as he led you towards the dining room where the various dishes you had prepared for dinner sat on the table. “Maybe I would, but let’s have dinner first, okay? Dessert will come later.”

It took you a moment to understand what he meant and when you finally did, your face turned red all over again.

#corbyn besson #daniel seavey #jack avery #jonah marais #wdw #why dont we #why don’t we #zach herron #wdw imagines #jonah marais imagines

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sleepdeprivedheretic · 4 years ago

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Momo Ōkami

Notes: I….just, here *hands you this fic *. I may work as a housekeeper, but I’m in the mood for something dirty, I’ll tell you that. Jokes aside, I really miss writing self indulgent stuff :’) I got the title from Momotaro and Okami bc I’m not original and I needed a title :’)

Genre: Some angst, but enough fluff to drown cotton candy in bc boy am I a sap

Au: Yokai Au

Warnings: Reader’s a simp (and I am too), incorrect knowledge of everything, kinda slowburn, arranged marriage, “kidnapping”, smut, and kinks.

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After the old Oni of the mountain had passed away or moved out, another one simply took his place. He was different, you could tell. Soft yellow hair, bright amber eyes, and healthy, peach colored skin had given away that he wasn’t full Oni. Yes he was tall, muscular, and had a roundness to his stomach and face, but he wasn’t as fearsome nor tall as the former one who terrorized your forest for years.

Belonging to one of the most powerful clans in the forest, you and your family were still wary of the new half-ogre yokai. Although seemingly peaceful, one could never be too careful. Especially whenever you made your nightly trips around the mountain roads at night for fresh rabbit or deer, you knew that he was staring at you. It didn’t bother you like you thought it did, for this type of staring felt different. As if he was taking your character in from curiosity, rather than with malicious intent.

You found yourself returning his curiosities, staring up at the mountain, venturing a little too close to his home as you seen him tend to normal, almost domestic things, such as feeding chickens or adding wood to the fire. He seemed to live a peaceful life, his life did not revolve around the other Oni, such as terrorizing and eating humans, or causing mischief and grief upon others. At times he’d catch you staring, and when the two of your eyes have met, it felt such an odd intimacy between the both of you, you felt emotions that were very akin to a human’s, swell within you, and couldn’t find yourself to hate them. After a few months of playing this odd little game, it escalated.

You and your family were called Okuri-Okami, or “sending off wolf”. It didn’t take a smart person to figure it out, with your family making daily trips around the mountains, playing this life or death game with innocent travelers, and had a reputation of being although not the noblest, but an old and respected clan within the forest. You yourself weren’t really into eating the villagers who still thought that your kin were noble, going as far as building a shrine for your family and gift them food and nice things for not eating them. Humans were odd, and the fact that you could transform into your human form, made it more difficult to stomach the thought of eating them, to your parent’s disapproval.

When the Oni had caught wind that you weren’t into eating humans, he’d started acting different. At first you didn’t understand why, but he’d started to indulge you by waiting for your own nightly routine to start, and start walking several steps ahead of you, letting you to purposely “escort him to safety”. He would never trip, and even if he did, you weren’t the type to pounce and try to gobble anybody up, unlike most of your kin. You were sure that your kind didn’t eat Oni, and so it confused the ever loving hells out of you when he started this little game out of the blue.

When you “escorted” him to the mountain pass which led to his home, he’d say “Thanks for seein’ me off, Darlin’” in such a smooth and husky voice, you couldn’t but help feel the warm, familiar emotions flutter within you. He would skip a night, only for gifts such as sekihan, deer meat, or other small little things for you to appear at the edge of his territory. Not knowing what to really do, you accepted the gifts with a mix of confusion and gratitude, and the next night, he would be there with a giant smile.

“My name’s Taishiro.” He broke the awkwardness between the two of you, and you caved in and gave him your name, liking the way it rolled off of his tongue.

Months had passed. The two of you started talking more often as he walked next to you rather closely, stepping in pace right next to yours as he did so. You were a little shy, but his warm aurora and bright smiles and twinkling eyes crumbled your resolve rather quickly. You began to use your clothed human form, letting him take in your feminine features, feeling a pleasing warmth whenever you noticed that he stared at you a little longer than usual, or would have pink dust settle on his cheeks.

You had to admit, he was very handsome, as well. You tried your best to sneak glances, but would turn beet red and look away whenever you felt that he had caught you red-handed. He would chuckle and it fed the fire growing within you.

“I better not trip, or you’ll eat me up, Sugar.” He gave a wink, and you swore that time had froze when he said that, then you would flush furiously and let out a growl mixed in with an embarrassed whine, causing him to bellow with laughter. To say that you had grown closer to him, was an understatement of the century.

He learned slowly but surely that you were the only child of your parents, how you never wanted to feed on human flesh, and that you didn’t know what to do with your life. He listened thoroughly and replied with his own words of encouragement and that he was glad that you didn’t feed upon humans, for that would make it awkward. When asked why, he finally opened up to you. His mother was human and his father was an Oni. Growing up for him was harsh because everybody knew what his father was, and there was very little his mother could do to protect him. So he left, and kept traveling until he found a more remote forest with very little villagers around. Although he didn’t hate humans, his mother was one, and he was half. It gave you a sense of sympathy for him, and it strengthened your resolve to never become like your parents, and he broke the boundaries of your physical contact by gently patting your shoulder.

That was another thing, touches. He would always find an excuse to touch you, whether it be a simple head pat, ruffling hair, gently squeezing your hand, or other soft, platonic touches that left you all too warm and all too disappointed when he’d break away, grinning brightly and seemingly too unaware of the affect that he has a hold onto you. It made you feel a little more braver as the nights and days would pass, ever so softly returning the hugs he gave you, and shyly yet surely pat his shoulder or gently squeeze his arms or hands. A rush of prideful victory swelled within you as you noticed that his eyes would soften or blood would rush to his cheeks. You liked this man, and didn’t know how to really handle your growing feelings for him.

You didn’t dare tell your parents. Already they were disappointed in you that you refused to eat humans, and now you were corresponding with a half-breed Oni? Sure you could live somewhere else, and break yourself away from your small pack, but if you did that, then they would run you out of the forest for good, that, or kill you. A sadness overcame you that you realized that you wouldn’t be able to see Taishiro, anymore if you were gone. You’ve grown very fond of him, and it surprised you on how easily he tore down your defenses, and instead of feeling vulnerable, you felt very warm and comfortable. It was scary, because although you knew you were on thin ice with your parents, you didn’t mind taking risks to just be near the tender giant.

Soon, it all came to a freezing halt as your parents sat you down one day, and began to speak to you with the familiar coldness lacing their tones of voices.

“You’re old enough now to start a family and live away from us. The Tanuki living in the eastern shrine has offered a handsome dowry of fine meats and Sake for your hand in marriage. Your father and I will worry about the guests and your attire, so don’t worry.” Was the harsh slap of reality. You knew that your parents will not let you have a say in it. In your pack’s mind, it was true. You weren’t a pup, anymore, you were unclaimed, and you didn’t fit in with your clan’s expectations or traditions. You were now chained to their final decision of just marrying you off, thus you were prevented from doing your nightly routines, leaving your mother to educate you in being a good wife, and your father to plan the wedding and invite guests.

You missed him. Although two days had passed, you were kept inside your family’s little shrine as your mother doted on your outfit and hair. Your father had been gathering the guests and materials and plans for the wedding as you tried to worry on how to act as a wife and take care of your husband, but your thoughts kept venturing back to Tai, hoping that he wasn’t disappointed or too upset. A voice within you wished that he was your betrothed, instead, and you weren’t really surprised with that thought.

….……………..

The little wolf intrigued him. Instead of being frightened by him, she just waltzed up on that mountain as if she owned the place, not caring who or what he is, and he knew from that day on, he was hooked. He couldn’t help but play a little game with her, courting her with gifts and make it known that he was interested. The canine yokai took a spell to warm up to him, and he wouldn’t doubt that she still didn’t know that he was courting her, but to be honest, it was a treat seeing how she blossomed, coming out from her shyness. He was more pleased and surprised that she began her own little venturing, returning his small touches and face would resemble a fire as he caught her admiring him or trying to reach out and initiate a small touch. Nobody had ever done that for him, and he doubted that she had the same attention. He tugged away from the dark, possessive thoughts that lurked.

It didn’t take long for him to develop romantic feelings for the woman. He had to keep beating away his father’s bloodline of just wanting to take. He wasn’t like his father, and she deserved to be courted, not be treated like his mother. He fought off a dark shudder of disgust as his mind went back to his wolf. Granted, she was also very pretty, and had stopped using her wolf form. Doe eyes and a cute, warm smile have had been greeting him for some time, now, and when it stopped, he panicked. Was she hurt? She wouldn’t just up and disappear, right? It wasn’t a dream, he knew that she was very real. Questions and thoughts had haunted him for about two days as he tried his best to follow her scent. Usually he wanted to mind his own business and not bother with traveling down into the heart of the forest, but he felt desperate.

Where was his little wolf? He tried asking the animals as well as other yokai, but they all ran in fear, leaving him no answers. He knew that she came from a very prominent clan, what if they found out about him? What if they had enough of her stubborn nature and just decide to finish her off? He felt a mix of panic and anger as he all but tried to follow her fading scent, internally promising a lifetime’s worth of hell on anybody who dared to lay a finger on her.

Her scent, although a little faded, was stronger at the shrine. Was she there? He knew that she wasn’t scared of him, nor would she hide from him. The sound of bells snapped him out of his thoughts as he ventured more closely to the shrine, peeping from behind it.

………………

Your mother told you that you looked beautiful, but really, you didn’t care. Your parents were way too eager to hand you away, they didn’t bother to host a meeting with your future husband, no. Your father gathered a small party of his and your mother’s friends, a Shinto priest (that they’ll probably eat later), and the awaited guest, your betrothed. It was a small, Shinto wedding mixed in with other elements that your parents thought that the Tanuki, your betrothed, might like. You wore a traditional Shiro-Muku, symbolizing your purity, and had your hair tied into a bun with a beautiful hair piece. It wasn’t much, but your thoughts kept racing back to the possibility that you might just make a run for it.

Granted, you did try for the last two days, all but kicking and screaming, but your parents were more powerful, and although you were not weak, by any means, your shrine was surrounded by yokai who were at your parent’s bidding, and you yourself could not fight off every single one. If you could manage to get to the mountains, you knew that Tai would scare and keep every bad thing away from you. You had since accepted your feelings for him, and knew that he would protect you if not as a lover, then definitely as a friend.

Your heart was aching, and you knew that you were going to make a break for it at the wedding ceremony. Possibly tarnishing your parent’s reputation, and angering the Tanuki, but you found yourself just not caring. Your father didn’t even bother to knock on the paper walls, you could hear his footsteps coming your way.

“It’s time.” He said, and you got up to follow him outside. The hood of your wedding attire shielded you from the sun that you haven’t seen directly in a couple of days. You had to admit, the smell of fresh air was very enticing compared to the shrine’s settling dust and your parent’s scents.

Anxiety rose within you as you realized that this wasn’t a lucid dream, this was happening. You wished that your parents have had given you more time to process the knowledge that you were to be wedded away, to live in another forest with a husband and his yokai that you didn’t know, and you were going to be separated from everyone. A dark thought passed through you. If you were mistreated or hurt, your parents would never know, and if they did, they’d do the bare minimum for you.

Honestly? It pissed you off. You knew the only person who could ever care for you this much would probably tear down the whole forest, and he was probably searching for you this moment, if your doubts and fears kept telling you that he probably thought that you weren’t interested, anymore. It hurt, all the doubts and wondering if you’ll ever see him again clouding your emotions. You tried to focus on the small wedding. It was very thoughtful and beautiful. Your father’s friend, a Kitsune, lit small blue flames around, they floated around the small number of guests and your betrothed, who you now took notice of. He was giving a cheeky grin as your eyes met, and although you didn’t feel the same, you thought it would be polite to offer a weak smile in return.

As your father led you to the priest and the Tanuki, thoughts of running away kept running through your head. Just as you began to slip your hand out of your father’s strong grasp, a familiar scent hit you with almost full force. Your father stopped, as well, taking notice of the shift of atmosphere. Time didn’t seem to slow down as heavy footsteps cracked upon the branches, getting closer to the area as everybody froze in panic. You couldn’t help but feel elated, but also worried. His usual sandalwood and sweet vanilla scent, was now spiked with a darker edge to it, but you knew that it wasn’t aimed at you.

…………………

His blood froze in shock as he realized what was behind the shrine. A wedding. Your wedding. No doubt that it was put together quickly. Before he had time to really take the information in, the doors of the shrine opened, and out you came, being led by your father. Although he admitted quietly to himself that the outfit fit you well, you looked so sad and had little bags underneath your eyes and his chest tightened at the realization. You didn’t want this. As if lost in your own thoughts, he noticed that you subconsciously begin to look around, for him no doubt. A dark, possessive anger hit him as he realized that your father was gripping you a little too tightly, and the Tanuki was eyeing you in a way that made his own blood boil. Without thinking, he acted.

All the wedding guests seemed to be frozen in fear as he stormed up to the area, the need to just take you away gripped him ever so strongly when the two of your eyes met. Your cold expression turned to that one laced with relief and guilt as if silently pleading him to just take you somewhere safe. Taking the silent hint, he smacked your father’s hands away. Coming out of his shock, he started yelling.

“Who in the hells do you think you are?” You father’s face was a beet red, as his eyes all but bugged out in anger. Huffing, the Oni growled out as he picked you up neatly into his arms as if you didn’t weigh but a feather, holding your shocked self closely to his chest.

“I’m her mate. Never bother her or us ever again.” He snapped, and before anybody could have time to process the fact that you were about to be willingly abducted, he bolted as he carried you safely back to his cave, or your new home. He knew that the yokai wouldn’t dare touch an Oni like him, even if he is a half-breed, he still carried the demonic blood of his ancestors. He liked to fight, he was use to it, but he wouldn’t hurt your family if he could help it. He kept sneaking glances at you, who in turn was blushing and glancing up at him owlishly. His heart-beat picked up at the small smile on your face and you looked so relieved, and he knew that he did the right thing.

Your home wasn’t too far away from his cave, but there were twists and turns of trees and the old beaten path was starting to be covered up by growing shrubs. It was cool and dark, and he felt you shiver a little in his arms, and he hummed as he placed you gently onto the furs, covering you up a bit. A calm quiet enveloped the two of you as he held onto you, letting you soak up his warmth as he gently drew circles on your hands.

“I’ll get some firewood and heat us up, alright?” He broke the silence, and you nodded. Taking a last look at you, he left the cave as the disbelief in his own actions clouded his thoughts.

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You were in the twilight zone. First, a surprise marriage, and then you let yourself willingly get abducted by Tai, who was very blunt about his feelings towards you, thus reciprocating your own feelings for him, and now your new home was here. Although relieved and feeling very, very safe, you were so tired from the swirling of chaotic emotions that rocked your normal stagnant world. The warmth of the fur skins and Tai’s heat that he gave you soothed your nerves as your world gently faded into black.

You awoke to a soft snoring and the crackling of fire licking at the wood that he had chopped. When you tried to move, you noticed that the searing warmth was from Tai himself as his arms were wrapped around you, hugging you close to his chest. You couldn’t help but wiggle a little, feeling a little too warm as he murmured something, cracking an eye open.

“Hey.” He said softly, eyes staring down at you with such a gentle emotion.

“Hello.” You answered back, and he gave a lofty chuckle.

“Didn’t mean to get too carried away, there. Couldn’t bear it, seein’ ya so sad...n’ other things.” He admitted calmly, yet his thundering heartbeat gave away his nervousness. You felt your emotions soften with warmth at the notion, looking up at him through your lashes.

“They kept me guarded in the shrine, because they knew what I was planning.” Your cheeks reddened as you continued, and he listened carefully. “I was going to run to you, if I’ve gotten the chance.”

He looked at you with slight surprise, but the smile stretching across his face was there in an instant as his eyes twinkled with warmth.

“So, we’re married, now? Husband n’ wife?” He asked hopefully as he changed the subject. Such a jovial and excited feeling flooded through you as he mentioned the titles. Yes, wife, you were his wife. Although there wasn’t a ceremony binding you, the two of you were already emotionally bonded, and it was more than you could ask for. Nodding with enthusiasm, you looked at him fully.

“Yes...I’m your wife, and you’re my husband.” You tasted out the sentence, liking the way it rolled off of your tongue at the fact. At first he seemed to be frozen from mild shock, but then you gave a surprised whimper as he shuffled you closer to him, enveloping you in a heartfelt kiss. It felt so warm, and so right as he took his time in tasting you, running his tongue over the roof of your mouth, your molars, and then sucking gently on your own tongue. You let out a soft whine at the feeling, trying your best to reciprocate his actions as he gripped you a little more tightly, yet squeezing you gently as he let out a surprised grunt of approval as you couldn’t help but deepen the kiss, absentmindedly shifting your leg against his intimate area as he slowly broke away as a string of spittle connected your mouths.

The both of you were breathing heavily, but you looked almost wrecked, and he didn’t even touch you more intimately, yet. Heat pooled between your legs and you bit off an embarrassed whine as you realized that he could probably scent your arousal. You looked at him, and he was returning your admiring gaze with such a burning fervor, you couldn’t help but kiss him again. He moaned a little in surprise, but then relaxed as he hummed with approval at your boldness.

Breaking away, he chuckled softly as he ran a hand down your back, tucking your chin up ever so gently to look at him.

“Ya know I’ve been wantin’ this for a while. Seein’ yer shy self just bloom up fer me, n’ leavin’ such soft touches will make a pent up man go crazy, Sweetheart.” He bravely admitted, liking the way although your face was probably burning up right now, you were looking up at him with such a hungry stare, he groaned as he couldn’t help but kiss you for the third time, liking the way that you were practically salivating at his suggestive thoughts. After breaking away, you panted softly as you let the burning emotions flutter through you as you eyed him.

“I love you.” You admitted, leaving him to look down at you with the same killer softness that made you so warm and ticklish inside as he pulled you tighter into his chest.

“I love ya too, Darlin’.” He kissed your head endearingly as the two of you cuddled in silence, enjoying the intimacy. Although it was nice, you still had an unfamiliar itch to scratch, and you knew that he could probably scent out your arousal, but was waiting on you to say something, first. So you did.

“I’d like to consummate our marriage.” You admitted in a tone in which you almost didn’t recognize. He looked at you with very little surprise, and then he stared down at you with such a dark and needy fervor, it made you squirm with need.

“I know that there’s a chance that we’ll do it anyway, but do ya really know whatcha’re askin’ for?” He asked slowly, and you shook your head.

“I still have demon lineage, I’m constantly fightin’ myself from takin’ what I want. It was worse today, y’know? What if I was too late? What if ya were already gone, an’ I never saw ya again? It’s not yer fault, but I had to push down some very dark emotions today.” He explained slowly, making sure that you were well informed. You knew what he was talking about, but you wanted him to say it.

“What are you talking about, Tai?” You asked.

“I wanted to just take ya away somewhere safe, but at the same time, I wanted to just pin you down on the forest floor, n’ just…” He breathed in slowly, as if shamefully admitting this, yet the both of you knew that your heartbeat started to accelerate as his grip on you tightened a little, making you a beacon to the thoughts that were running through his mind. Even though the both of you got the hint on what he was talking about, his eyes burned through you with a dark lust as he dared to finish his sentence.

“...fuck you senseless. I hadda fight down those emotions, an’ they’re still pretty bad. We can try tonight, but I don’t know how or if I can handle them durin’ an intense and emotional time such as love-makin’.” He bit his lip as he quieted, looking at you with worrying, almost pleading expression that you wouldn’t judge. Heat crept upon your cheeks as you reached up and cupped his face, he felt himself relax underneath your gentle gaze as time seemed to stand still.

“I trust you. Besides, I don’t know if my parents will be foolish enough to try to take me away from behind your back, but I know that if I’m claimed, they won’t even bother.” You admitted truthfully, helping the both of you to just take the final leap of faith. He nodded in your hands, eyes burning bright.

“I’ll ask ya one last time, are ya sure? You’re playin’ with somethin’ dangerous, because I don’t think I can trust myself. I’ll do my best to never hurt ya, but still….are. Ya. Sure?” He drew out the words, making sure that you knew what you were getting in to. Honestly? You wanted him. You trusted him, and if he lets himself go, you wanted that part of him, too. You nodded, telling him verbally yes, and he delivered.

He flipped you onto your back, hovering above you, and you couldn’t help out a low whine of approval. The crackling fire made his muscles and fat glisten with sweat as he stared down at you with such an intensity burning through his amber eyes, you thought that you could probably come undone just by the sight, alone.

…………………….

He knew just from your scent, that you’ve been aroused for quite some time, and honestly? It fed his ego a bit too much, especially how you stared up at him, practically drooling with want as your eyes unabashedly wandered all over him. It made him feel very, very wanted. He moved first, not taking too long to chuck off your wedding attire, pulling out the hairpiece as your hair fell gracefully around you. Not wanting you to be the only one, he stripped, as well, throwing his and your clothes away somewhere as the two of you drank each other in.

He was feeling a little too warm, seeing you bared out for him, naked, flushed, and what really made his cock twitch, was that you were wet. Your face was red and you looked so shy and vulnerable, especially when you were seeing his cock, all heavy and swollen, he couldn’t help but feel a surge of protectiveness and need. He kissed you again, more slowly and sweetly, letting the roughness of his calloused hands rub against your skin, letting his thumb brush heavily against a nipple. He held in a gasp as you moaned into his mouth, accidentally brushing your other leg against his dick for the second time in your hazy pleasure, him feeling his pre-cum smear onto your hot skin.

Deepening the kiss, he let himself bite and suck at your lower lip, letting his tongue slide over the sting, as if in a quiet apology. You whined, hands were fisted into his hair now as you returned such favors, although a little too sloppily. He didn’t mind. In fact, he lowered his mouth, feeling the pulse of your throat hum with a surprised yelp as he chuckled, and then harshly sucked, making sure to leave bruises for everybody to see. He groaned as your fingers pulled his hair tighter towards you, and licked the reddening marks in apology, but he really wasn’t sorry, for you were all but chanting his name as in a trance with need.

Taishiro pulled away, admired the sight, seeing how your body was glistening underneath the crackle of firelight, little sweat droplets rolled off of the peak of your breasts as they jiggled from your panting from another intense kiss. The image will forever be burned within his brain as you looked up at him from cloudy, hazy eyes and swollen lips from his biting and sucking.

He felt a dark, possessive feeling crept up upon him. Although in control, he did try to warn you, he didn’t want to succumb to his darker desires, especially with you. You were so willing and wet, and blushing, he plunged down the dark thoughts as he lifted up your right leg. An embarrassed sound escaped you, but he chuckled as he started kissing and giving small, feather-like licks on the inside of your thigh and the back of your knee, enjoying the sharp, surprised, and excited gasps that came out of your lips. He wasn’t even close to starting, yet, and yet here you were, aroused scent heightening at the intimate suckles that he was now lavishing on the back of your thigh and leg. You were so cute.

Licking his thumb, he pressed it against your perked nipple, watching your face as he flicked the nub, seeing how much you liked and reveled with the physical attention. He knew that he was stalling from the main event, but he just really wanted to take his time with you, his newlywed wife. A thought passed his mind as he first brushed against your folds, causing you to jump at the slight contact. He probably needed to be gentle. He was so much bigger than your small form, and also...well...he knew that you weren’t experienced. Truthfully, he didn’t care, and loved you no matter what, but he knew that he had to be extra cautious. He never wanted to hurt you, and he knew that he was big.

So he began rubbing your clitoris and entrance, making sure that your natural juices acted as lubricant to your sensitive, raw bud as he licked a stripe down your inner calve, relishing in the way you let out a pleased mewl. He chuckled.

“You liked that, Sweetheart?” He murmured against your flushed skin. You nodded as he slipped in two fingers, scissoring them gently and slowly into the almost too tight heat as he eyed you, taking in your small reactions of pleasure mixed with discomfort.

“Actually, I think I want to taste ya.” He said aloud, not hesitating to spread your legs further apart as he bent down to the point in where your flushed, dripping sex was right in front of him. You moaned in surprise, legs automatically tightening around his head as he let out a soft groan as he flicked his tongue against your sopping entrance. Sweet and divine was what you tasted like, and he decided to open you up slowly with his fingers as he also tongue-fucked you.

Your whimpers were the sweetest as you writhed beneath him, legs trembling and hands gripped all too tightly in his hair as he hummed in pleasure at your secretions covering his mouth and chin as he delved three fingers and his fat tongue into almost too tight and warm heat. The sounds were lewd, especially when he couldn’t help but slurp and suck up your flowing arousal, enjoying the sheer intimacy between the two of you as you chirped out his name in warnings that you were about to come. He wanted you to, so he didn’t say anything as he continued his ministrations. He felt his cock twitch as he felt you tightened up around his fat fingers and wet muscle, and then spasm as you held onto him with your hands and legs as if he were a lifeline, calling out to him so sweetly and wanton, that he was afraid that he might cum right then and there.

Breaking away ruefully, he sat up, catching his breath as he stared at you, and his heart skipped a beat and if it were any possible, more blood rushed down south. You looked absolutely wrecked. Your eyes were clouded with tears as drool dribbled down your chin, face, chest, and everything else was flushed with a pretty red as your grip on him loosened as you came down from your orgasmic high, and as if a switch was flipped, he surged forward and kissed you rather roughly. You groaned with pleasure as he massaged your breasts, letting his rough hands palm over and rub at your nubs. His dick rubbed against your thighs, and your hips in return moved on their own accord, trying to reach for more as he bit and sucked at your throat and neck, leaving newer, red marks traveling downwards.

He broke away, looking down at you with question.

“Are ya alright, Sweetling? Do ya wanna stop?” He didn’t recognize his own voice, raw and hoarse as he hoped to all layers of hells not that you were done, but he would never pressure you into anything that you didn’t want, and would always respect your choice.

“Taishiro, please continue.” Your own voice was even wrecked as you looked at him pleadingly and desperate to come again, and he couldn’t help but growl with almost feral approval that he did that to you.

“Alright, try to relax, okay, my pretty wife?” He found himself humming rather gently as he slicked his own pre-cum down his aching cock, smiling gently as your cheeks flushed with the endearment as you nodded. He kept himself from groaning from not only the friction, but from the sympathetic look that you were giving his dick, as if you wanted to lick it to make it feel better. Later, he thought. Definitely later.

He aligned himself to your entrance, intertwining his free hand with yours as he watched your expression carefully as your legs wrapped around his waist. He tried not to close his eyes as hot, tight heat started to surround him as you forced yourself to relax. He took small breaks, slowly kissing you as he moved inches further, speaking words of encouragement and endearment as you hummed softly in return, hand squeezing his. Finally, he was all the way inside you, letting his forehead rest against yours as he eyed your expression. You didn’t look like you were in pain, only in slight discomfort, but he asked anyway.

“How are you feelin’? Doin’ okay?” He grunted out. His expression softened as you rested a hand upon his cheek, kissing his forehead gently and he couldn’t help but hum with pleasantry at the sweet gesture.

“I’m wonderful. You’re wonderful. Please keep going?” You asked, and he grunted, refusing to refuse such a request. He kept an eye on you, feeling the unfamiliar heat envelope him as he rocked his hips ever so gently, feeling your walls squeeze him impossibly tight as the two of you watched each other’s expressions. He heard of stories. How inexperienced men could leave a woman unsatisfied. Granted he wasn’t too inexperienced, but it was his first time actually being within somebody, and it felt as if it were a sacred connection between the two of you, if he was being honest.

He’d be damned if he came before you, leaving you unsatisfied, and his pride and ego wounded. He reached down, gently rubbing your clit as you gasped softly at the added friction as he continued the torturous pace. He wanted to buck into you wildly, lose all control as his mind screamed at him to just take what he wanted. He hushed his thoughts. He was taking what he wanted, as it was gifted to him by his lovely wife.

“So beautiful,” He admitted, watching you move your hips awkwardly trying to mimic his pace. Your walls tightened, and he let out a small, breathy laugh mixed with a grunt.

“of course you’d be into that. My lovely, beautiful wife is taking me so well, hm?” He murmured lowly, as if almost afraid to break the intimacy.

“Taishiro...husband, Dear...please move faster.” You panted, trying to quicken your hips, and he tried not to falter. He trusted you in being sure that you wanted more, and so he obliged, trying to quicken his pace only a little bit, but found himself all but snapping his hips into you with fervor. He couldn’t find it within himself to apologize, for you let out such a beautiful sound as your head threw back, exposing your kissed throat as he felt you tighten even further, close to cumming. The sight fueled him as he couldn’t help but continue his almost punishing pace, one hand still intertwining with yours and the other’s fingers were soaked with pre-cum and your lubricant as it rubbed at your clit.

He sucked and licked at the column of your throat, asking you almost frantically to cum for him, kissing and biting.

“So fuckin’ tight. Such a perfect wife. Ya’re squeezin’ around me so beautifully. ‘M gonna carve my dick within ya. Ya’d like that, wouldn’t ya?” He couldn’t help but ramble, half aware of the things he was saying as you finally came around him a second time, and it was beautiful. You screamed his name as fresh tears coated your eyes with ecstasy, eyes squeezing shut as you spasmed uncontrollably around him, and his movements faltered, hips bucking wildly as he came in a large spurt, coating your raw insides as your name called out from his own mouth.

He fell onto his side, pulling you close to him as the both of you were breathing heavily. Through the orgasmic bliss, he admired the way your breasts rose and fell to the motions of your panting. It took a spell, but the both of you looked weakly at each other, and he tilted your chin up and kissed you softly.

“Did I hurt ya?” He whispered hoarsely. You shook your head.

“No, you were perfect. That was perfect.” You answered back weakly with such warmth filling your eyes, you were practically glowing as you held a soft smile.

“I love you, dearest wife.” He kissed the corner of your mouth, and you melted.

“I love you, too, beloved husband.” You truthfully admitted, squeezing his hand.

He felt himself softened as he gently pulled out of you, grimacing a little as a little blood was mixed in with his seed as it leaked out of you. He looked at you, about to question if you were really alright, but your eyes were shut, and you began to snore softly. He kissed you again, getting up to get a wet cloth from the cave water to wipe you down gently. When he was done, he pulled your sleeping form tightly against him, kissing your forehead as sleep overtook him.

……………

The morning after, you were a little sore, but you felt so damned happy, you were all over your husband and he relished in the attention that you knew he probably hardly got. He eventually made the both of you new clothes from deer skin, and the two of you packed and left to live in a human village, in your human disguises. Of course there were questions, but you and your husband lived peacefully, never really seeing or hearing from other yokai as the two of you loved each other dearly in domestic bliss.

……..

Whew this took me three days to write as I balanced between work and sleeping. I wanted to write it in Tai-chan’s perspective, and I’m not disappointed. I know there’s a lot of stuff missing, like further details on yokai and sending off wolves don’t have shrines, I don’t think, but it’s for plot. Self indulgent, really, but feel free to like or reblog <3

#Fatgum x reader #Taishiro Toyomitsu x reader #fluff #yokai au #I hope I didn't add too much angst #Ya'll want some sap with your dirty stories?#Three days #Too many re-writes #I'm happy with it though

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ushiwakaout · 4 years ago

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Lead Singer! Tamaki Amajiki with tattoo artist & lead guitarist S/O || MHA

Genre: Rock Star AU || Fluff || Self-Indulgent angst ||

⚠️ Warnings: Drug Use || Nsfw || Orgy || Mommy kink? ||

Words: 2k+

A/N: very self indulgent bc i love rockstar aus i’ve never seen one of tamaki so here it is!

Gender Neutral Reader

Dude, don’t even get me started

HE SINGS LIKE JESSE THE GUY WHO SING SWEATHER WEATHER AND DADDY ISSUES

Can you imagine his singing devils advocate, holy shit he’d look so good MA’AM PLEASE

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT HE WOULDN’T DRESS LIKE HARRY STYLES

He’s still shy and still has stage fright the first few times but your his lead guitar player (dated before the band was together)

Mirio is on the drums while Nejire is the bass player

It’s so hard not to pounce on him once he gets into his music like wow

ESPECIALLY IF HE SUNG DEVILS ADVOCATE

You guys wear a matching matte black rings and people assume you’re married, y’all never say no so you’re gonna let people assume bc you’re fine with it.

You used to be a tattoo artist so many tattoos Tamaki has or will have, it’s done by you, he won’t want

After every set he’ll either kiss you or your hand, it just depends if you go straight into the next set or not

He sings pretty boy dedicated to you bc if it where all to end, he’d be okay if it was by your side

The fans either ship you or they don’t

It’s a little hard thinking that people don’t think you’re a good match but Tamaki always says that you’re his angel and he’d never fall in love with anyone else bc you’re his soulmate

Some fans ship him with mirio and they both think its funny bc they’ve been best friends since they where kids so they don’t have a problem

But Tamaki does not, DOES NOT like it when they ship him with Nejire. Not that he doesn’t like her bc she, along with mirio, got him out of his comfort zone a lot (in a good way).

He sees the way you’re smile fades when you see a post about their ship, people saying that they look good and all. It’s gotten to a point of wanting to break up with Tamaki just to make a handfull of fans happy

You’d do anything for his music to rise up the ranks, even if it meant losing your relationship

You’ve gone to mirio sobbing about this, it kinda hurt Tamaki that you didn’t go to him but you just couldn’t face him without the reminder of those stupid post

There was one day where a post said “look at the way he looks at her, he looks at her like he’s in love with her.” You looked at the picture for a long time and didn’t even realize the water works

You didn’t really mention it to anybody but when tamaki sang pretty boy, everyone could tell that it had a different feel to it

the set was over and before tamaki could look at you, you had already gone off the stage and ran towards the back locking yourself into the bathroom and kinda just letting it all out

god you hated this feeling, the ache in your chest

Tamaki basically broke into the bathroom and froze when he saw you crying. He was so worry and so angry at the same time.

You both ended up crying on the bathroom floor together proclaiming your love for each other in such a snotty mess that it ended in laughter.

After that incident there was a long thread tweet of Tamaki explaining politely why he doesn’t like when people ship him with someone else other than his s/o or mirio (bc you don’t mind it either) people could tell that he was angry through the tweet and it was a lil scary bc tamaki DOES NOT GET ANGRY

anygays- angst is over, sorry very self-indulgent.

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THIS MAN DOESN’T SMOKE DUE TO ANXIETY

You guys have 21+ concerts bc it’s those type of concerts where u can smoke weed legally and drink

SHOT GUN SMOKE WITH TAMAKI HOT HOT HOT

Tamaki’s a lil high so he does it with mirio too and u end up doing it with nejire (your relationship def gets a lot better after the whole shipping situation bc yall talk about it and nejire ends up outing herself to you guys as a lesbian)

so if you’re a girl, Tamaki will def. tell her to watch herself when it comes to his girl but if you’re a dude- you guys are like oh... cool, good for you.

MMM tourbus sex

YOU CANNOT TELL ME THAT AS A BAND YALL DIDN’T DO SOMETHING TOGETHER

you don’t Nejire anywhere near Tamaki tho, def a small cat fight while it happens

TAMAKI GOT REALLY JELOUS WHEN MIRIO KISSED YOU OH MAN

Tamaki def fucked you several times while Mirio was listening bc TAMAKI WANTS HIM TOO KNOW WHO YOU BELONG TOO (cannon amajiki is a bottom and probably a pillow prince but fannon tamaki is a switch but in my head in this au TAMAKI IS A HARDCORE TOP)

Several occasions where you have to sit down during concerts bc tamaki ruined you minutes beforehand

FOR A FUCKING FACT yall do it in the dressing room and he just cums inside you and slips you’re underwear back on minutes before set AND U HAVE NO TIME TO CLEAN YOURSELF SO YOU’RE LIKE FUCK

mmm i love me some dom tamaki

Okay lets get to award shows

B E S T D R E S S E D C O U P L E A W A R D

its something like this: female / male

if y’all win something tamaki will NOT speak, way too many people are looking at him at the moment and he almost died during the pictures.

“some many flashing cameras”

holds your hand tighter and y’all ask to get escorted out

If y’all live together like only you and him, you’re house def is the definition of dark decor

if you guys every do get married, you aren’t getting a live band, everyone thought you did but it turns out it’s you guys in wedding attire- they love it.

Also very small wedding, somehow able to hide it from the pap and its like 50 people or so, mostly friends and like 1/3 family

100% LIKE PEWDIEPIES WEDDING. very very private but very nature/dark decor

do y’all get wedding tattoos. yes. but not matching, not really.

do y’all tattoo each-other at the wedding... yes.

on your ring finger you have a sun and he has the moon.

you are the light that guides his threw the darkness and he is your sun, always lighting up your life you know bc the sun lights up the moon

y’all just love eachother sorry

you don’t break up and y’all don’t expect to

BABIES Fem version

do you still play while pregnant yes

are people surprised, yell yeah

you gotta sit down tho bc your feet are killing you

around the 6 to 9 month mark, the band goes on a break tamaki ends up going solo for a bit during the break and he makes you sing with him AND WOW do you get a larger fanbase bc of it. yes

angelic voice of a pregnant mother

it made tamaki horny, like how the fuck are are you so fucking great at fucking everything please let me fuck you god please

will whine, WILL CALL YOU MOMMY god yes

BABIES Male version.

Yall really wanted to adopt w one baby but the baby you liked had a twin so youre like HOW CAN U TAKE ONE AND NOT THE OTHER

they are twins but ones a boy and one is a girl

god you love them with all your heart

BABIES IN GENERAL (fem version yall have twins too, boy and girl)

they grow up to be band geeks, yall love it but your boy learns piano and the girl ends up playing the guitar (def not the outcome you guys thought it would be but you really dont care)

Let set names Mizuki for a girl, Haru for a boy. (legit beautiful moon and the sun)

Mizuki is very alternative meets fairy academia/ loves plants. probably a baby witch: has the same attitude as Tamaki

Haru is Dark Academia meets city pop / loves record, old gadgets and reading books: very much more like their other parent

If y’all ever retire to just making music at home the kids are def. gonna take the band name and just put “The new gen” after it. You guys make fun of them for being unoriginal and they get pouty

but they had you guys crying the first time they got a gig. they both sing, make music like billie and finneas and y’all just so proud.

when you guys start getting older they will take you to award shows as their date to flex the fact that they are gen celebs who actually made something off of their parent success unlike some people

y’all just flex you’re kid bc they doing so well

just for shits and giggles (kids are like 22 at this point, you guys are like 46) :

Haru would probably get a girl pregnant during a one night stand and end up in a baby daddy situation

Mizuki probably steals Tamakis weeb and smokes it w lavander, you catch her and you’re like.... is it good? mother/father daughter smoke sesh

Haru is like “where’s mom, i need her to run by some notes- are you guys smoking? I’m telling dad.”

“It’s not like you’re dad doesn’t smoke either.”

Haru and Mizuki are like “WHAT?! SINCE WHEN?!”

“Since always... how’d you think he got over his stage fright? It’s not like i could go down on you’re dad every time before a concert to lift his nerves.”

Fake gagging from the two kids.

You guys a def the parents who kinda don’t care about your image but you don’t let your kids go off easy

They are good kids who kept good grades and never got caught while doing trouble- so they are well respected and have liberty to do what they like.

There ends up being an article about your family and the cover is you guys- all of you with your nails painted and eyemakeup

very very controversial interview with strict and non liberals calling you guys bad parents and such

and you guys also talked about the topic about how you cared for your children. explaining that you guys stopped smoking, stopped drinking, kept a healty diet until they where 15. once they became 18 it was a very open enviroment, letting your kids grow the way they want and not suffocating them. not shoving down their beliefs and likes- they grew up the way they wanted to with the care of their parents.

parents kinda hate you ngl, yall too great sksksksk

yall also play the game where they ask you questions and if you don’t answer you have to take a shot

Mizuki: “Oh ew, please don’t answer this question... Have you ever had- *clears throat* have you guys ever had sex while we where in the house

Tamaki gets all red and shoves a shot down your throat and now you don’t get to answer “But I wanted to answer!” Haru is cringing hard and he takes a shot himself “You guys are gross”

Haru asks a question and just HATES IT “Oh god... Okay- Only because I wanna know I’m asking parent number 2 (you’re parent #2) Is the rumor of you guys doing the dirty with your band true. Did you guys have an orgy.”

You start to laugh your ass off but Mizuki and Tamaki are looking at eachother bc they cant believe they’ve done this Haru def is out of his shy bubble and now Mizuki has it

“You want a shot papa?” She asked tamaki, he just nodds and she fills it to the brim, “I think thats enough.” But before he’s able to reach for it, She shoots it down and put another one full for him

“Oh yeah, that’s true. Kinda i guess, it wasn’t really an orgy- It was more like two couples doing it in the same room while doing it but you’re uncle mirio did kiss me.”

Kids: Forever gagging

Tamaki: Forever blushing

You: Ah sweet memories :)

Request are open! You can request anyone from My Hero Academia (low key wont write for tsu or uraraka. Will not write for mineta), Haikyuu, Attack on Titan or Balance Unlimited!

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marveloussupernerd · 4 years ago

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It’s Good Luck - Jumin Han

This is the last part (maybe? Idk) of my Jumin wedding series bc all of a sudden I have baby fever and want to write a pregnant series oop. In fact, I had to FORCE myself to write this ceremony. I might write a reception chapter later, who knows. Reminder: this is part of a mini-series but everything can be read and interpreted as one shots if you’re like me and dislike series haha also idk if this even makes sense but I hope you maybe like it?

Summary: they say rain on your wedding day is good luck. Jumin takes that to a new level and proposes you go outside in the rain before you’re due at the reception.

You had returned to your dressing room, watching as the men in the sharp suits carried your flowers and chairs from the tent outside to the building. Why did it have to rain? Sure, they said it was good luck, and you didn’t truly care so long as you were marrying Jumin, but you had looked forward to the outdoor wedding. You had planned for an outdoor wedding, not one inside.

“Don’t worry about it,” your wedding planner comforted you, noticing your mournful expression as you looked at the heavy raindrops running down the window, “We’re going to do everything in our power to bring the outdoors in. Do you want to give it a look-over before we start everything?”

Honestly? It would make you feel better. You nodded, standing up and straightening out your wedding dress. You followed behind her, taking the back way to avoid any guests, and made your way into their indoor venue.

They did a really good job for such a short amount of time. The wall of flowers was up behind the altar, large flower arrangements were set by each row of seats, and gigantic mounds of flowers lined each side of the aisle. It was pretty. Yes, outside would have been ideal, but whatever. This was lovely as well!

“Is it to your liking?” The wedding planner asked, nervously toying with her watch.

You nodded. “It’s very nice. Would it be possible, maybe, to get a different color table cover for the altar? The cream worked well for the outdoors but now it’s a little too... casual.” You had learned a thing or two from planning the RFA parties after all.

“Would you prefer white then?”

“How about an antique white? You cringed internally; you sounded so uptight. But you knew antique white would look best with the color tones of the room. “Oh! If you don’t have it just normal white will do as well.”

“Don’t worry about it. I’ll get it set up right now. Any other changes you’d like to make?”

“Is there any way to dim the lights? They’re a little bright... it’s giving me a hospital feel.” You added awkwardly. Your wedding planner walked over to a panel and immediately dimmed the lights. “Perfect. It’s lovely. Thank you for doing all this,” you turned to her, smiling.

“If that’s all you need, I’ll get somebody to switch out the cloth and then we can start seating guests,” she offered. You smiled and nodded.

When you arrived at your room you were greeted with even more surprises: this time there was a masseuse, table set up and everything. “Hi, are you MC? Mr. Han called for me,” she greeted, holding out a hand for you to shake, which you took.

“Oh! What a nice surprise.”

“Yes, he said it was quite urgent. I understand this all must be pretty stressful. My wedding got rained out too, but the good thing is my husband and I have been married for over thirty years now.” The lady seemed very warm; her presence was comforting. You allowed yourself to sit down on the edge of her table.

“I’m not sure how much time we have, but would you mind doing my shoulders and back? I’ve got a lot of tension in there from everything going on.” You still felt awkward being accomadated so well, but it was something you had to get used to, especially because you were marrying Jumin.

“Of course,” you felt her push your veil to the side, fingers gently working around your upper back. “You weren’t kidding: you are tense. Did you have trouble sleeping last night?”

You let out a laugh. “That tradition that the groom can’t see the bride on the wedding day. I’ve been sleeping next to my fiancée for months now. It was hard not to, and the pre-wedding jitters didn’t help.”

“Well,” she commented, her hands hitting a knot by your shoulders and gently trying to work it out. “I can tell it’ll all be worth it. He seems like a very nice man, and he definitely cares about you.”

“Yes, I’m not sure how many other brides get masseuses in minutes before their wedding,” you joked, a fond smile on your face. A knock at the door. The wedding planner peeked in. “You’ve got about five minutes until it’s go time.”

You thanked the lady and went to take your spot, waiting for your entrance. As you heard the bridal march start playing, you anxiously stepped into the room, heavy bouquet in hand. The antique white looked quite nice, you thought to yourself. It was a good choice. In front of the tablecloth though.

How could he possibly be even more handsome than usual? Maybe it was the light gray suit, a stark contrast to his typical black attire. Maybe it was the glisten in his eyes as they watered with tears. Maybe it was the smile that he couldn’t hide- no, he didn’t want to hide. Walking to him felt like running a marathon; it took forever.

Finally your hands were in his. Him mouthing how beautiful you looked, wiping away a stray tear that leaked down his cheek. You didn’t realize you had such a death grip on his hands until he started gently running his thumb over your hands, easing the tension.

“You and me only, remember?” He whispered softly. You wanted to hug him. No, that would be weird. The priest was quite literally in the middle of his speech. You but your lip and looked down at your shoes.

A hand on your cheek brought your attention up. Was this allowed? Why did you never go through this wedding etiquette?

The words spoken were a blur. Jumin recited his vows perfectly, not straying from the traditional vows. The two of you had agreed that you would rather share those thoughts, those emotions, in private. You stumbled over the words when it was your turn. For richer or for poorer? Not only was the statement comical considering the Hans’ wealth, but why was it so hard to say? Jumin’s lips quirked into a smile upon hearing you fumble, and it made you feel better to see him smile like that.

Finally, finally the moment had come. “You may now kiss the bride.” Swept up in the moment, Jumin pulled you close in one swift motion for a kiss. You had agreed to keep it chaste and sweet, but he hadn’t seemed to remember that part of it!!!!! You pulled away before it got too PG-13, planting a kiss on his cheek and promising him more later.

“How soon is later?” He asked, pouting for what was likely one of the first times in his life. “I just want to embrace my wife. We still have a reception after this?” He groaned.

“You’re so needy today Honey,” you teased, the two of you sharing your own moment at the front of the room while the guests filed out.

“We don’t have to do anything. It’s just... I had trouble sleeping last night without you. You can’t blame a man for wanting to hold his wife in his arms and never let go.” He flushed, rubbing the back of his neck.

The guests had finally filed out and it was your turn to leave, greeting them at the exit. “I’ve noticed you saying wife a lot,” you teased, holding his hand tight, your cathedral-length veil wrapped around his free arm so that you wouldn’t trip or get caught up by it.

“Well, I like it.” It was such a simple statement, but it made your heart race. The two of you finished thanking your guests, and it was time for the cocktail hour to start. You and Jumin had planned about ten minutes together without a photographer or anything just so you could take in the events of the day and reflect together. You had been looking forward to it for hours.

“You know all those things you vowed to me?” You asked, staring out the window as he helped you remove your veil. The rain hadn’t slowed; it was wise of you to move it inside.

“Sickness and health, better or worse, rich or poor, those things?” He listed them off as if they were so simple. It made you laugh.

“How about in grace and in stupidity?”

He plopped your veil down on a bench. “What? My love you’re not stu-“

“You wanna go out into the rain with me? It’ll be fun... and we have about eight minutes after to dry off before pictures,” you proposed. It was an AWFUL idea. It was pouring. You had your hair and makeup done. This dress was designer.

“Truly?” He asked, looking skeptically.

“Yeah in retrospect it’s a bad idea. I don’t know, I thought it was good luck or something.”

Out of nowhere, he swept you into his arms, barreling towards the exit to the building. “Jumin!” You shrieked. “I take it back! I said it was a bad idea!”

“But it’s good luck,” he shouted as he swung open the door, trying to be heard over the rain. He looked cautiously at the puddles forming on the sidewalks, then took a deep breath. “In grace and in stupidity?”

“Of course, my husband.”

It was out of a movie. The dramatic kiss in the rain. All the passion Jumin had wanted to put into your kiss when you were standing in front of all your family and friends. The rain dribbling down your back. It made you squeal. He couldn’t stop laughing. He held his hand above your head, attempting to shield your makeup from the rain. It didn’t help.

What felt like eons later, he carried you back inside, setting you on a bench. He tried to keep a serious face, but burst out laughing. You had never heard him laugh so hard.

“Honey? Why are you laughing? Is it my makeup? Jumin!” Nothing could get his attention.

“We may need more than just eight minutes to dry off,” he chuckled, pushing back soaked strands of hair that were hanging on his face. “I’ll call Assistant Kang and let her know.”

“Was it worth it though?” You asked, trying to wipe your face (and failing).

“Oh absolutely,” he pulled you close to him. “I feel luckier already.”

#mystic messenger #mysme #jumin han #Jumin marriage

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darling-i-read-it · 5 years ago

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Best Friends

Bruce Wayne x reader

Word Count: 1.5k

Warnings: stitches

Author’s Note: Gotta say, when I wrote my first fic with this boy it was not as fun as this. And definitely not as good lol. I hope you like this my Batman buddy!

Requested: by anon, I would absolutely die if you wrote a Bruce Wayne fic where he and reader grew up together and have always been kinda in love with each other just like a sweet soft fluffy fic to give me serotonin bc Bruce rlly gets me in my feels🙄🙄🙄

Summary: the request!

Genre: fluFF

(not my gif)

“I am not calling for you.”

“Please call for me. You’ve been calling for me since my parents died.”

“Bruce Wayne we are the same goddamn age I am not calling the doctor's office for you you are a grown man.”

Your high heels clanked on the floor underneath you as you and Bruce walked down the long hallway of his large estate. Your hair was perfectly flowing, every strand in place and the dress you were wearing hugged your curves in a work appropriate way. Not that that really mattered when you worked for your best friend and crush.

You and Bruce were friends in the school yard when you were only toddlers and your friendship blossomed as you grew into yourselves. You had been inseparable since day one so he hired you for his company after graduating high school together. You were pretty high up in the food chain, working close to Bruce without being his assistant. He promised you’d never be his assistant because you would probably just tell him to do everything himself. But you had a well paying and hard job helping run Wayne Enterprises.

He walked beside you, hands shoved in his pockets. He was facing you, walking backward. You carefully pushed him to the side to avoid a pole but he barely noticed. He walked a heel first although you knew he probably wasn’t going to fall, you kept a hand up to watch him move just in case.

“But I need you,” he said, puppy dog eyes and all. You rolled your eyes and walked quickly past him to your office. He gave you one in his penthouse so that he could always annoy you whenever and he also did not want you out and about in other offices with crummy men. His employees did their jobs well but he didn’t trust most of them with anything other than what they were getting paid for.

“Have Alfred do it Bruce. I have other stuff to do like say, run your company for you.” You turned around and he halted when you did, just inches away. You didn’t bat an eye at the closeness. “Stop following me.” He rolled his eyes and turned back around, walking away. You waited four seconds and then he stopped, turned and looked like he was going to say anything but ran into the pole.

You laughed and walked away, despite his protests.

Alfred came down the hallway when you had just closed your office doors. The clear glass walls gave you away, falling easily into your chair and getting straight to work. Bruce was still haphazardly watching you when Alfred walked up.

“Should I call the doctor's office?” he asked. Bruce out his fingers on his temple and shook his head, his hair falling out of place a little. He turned to his butler that was more like a dad.

“I’ll call. Shes right, I’m a grown man,” he breathed. He looked rather distraught which was a stark difference from the moment before when he was laughing at your sarcasm. Alfred noticed this right away.

You had been coming over to the penthouse since you could get dropped off. He knew you and Bruce better than anyone else other than perhaps each other. But there was one thing that the two of you hadn’t quite picked up on.

“When are you going to ask her to dinner?” Alfred asked. Bruce gave him a stern look but Alfred was not one to back away that easily. This had gone on long enough.

“I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

“And yet you do.” Bruce started to walk away from your office but his butler was hot on his tail. “She is one of the few people in the world who know of your nightly activities and you’re trying to tell me you aren’t in love with her?”

“Alfred st-”

“She still had that metal ring you found on the playground when you were 8 years old. You still wear the necklace she gave you for your 12th birthday. Bruce, if you’re going to lie to me, you need to do it convincingly.” Bruce moved his hand away from the outline of the pendent he wore around his neck that was hidden under his suit. He couldn’t meet Alfreds eyes.

“We’re best friends. We always have been.”

“Best friends..don’t look at each other like that.”

And with that, Alfred disappeared down one of the many doors of the home. Bruce glanced behind him only briefly, unconsciously rubbing the pendent and looking for you behind the glass wall of your office.

Your fingers played with the ring on your finger as you read something on your computer.

Later that evening Bruce stumbled into his cave, bleeding somewhere but otherwise unhurt. He had gotten what he wanted that night but his mind was elsewhere, lost somewhere between your eyes and your hips.

He didn’t even notice you. You sat in one of the chairs, wearing your pajamas. Your day attire was gone and you were comfortable in his soft chair as you ate some chips and looked through the computer.

You heard him enter. He grunted, suit coming off slowly as he made his way to wear he stored it.

“Successful night?” you asked. He jumped at your voice which caused you to laugh. The Batman, scared of his best friend but not what goes bump in the night.

“Yeah,” he grunted. “What are you doing awake?” His side was bleeding and you got up, blanket around your shoulder. You already had the supplies set out to stitch up anything and he didn’t protest, simply grimacing when you began. Your hands sent goosebumps down his chest. You had seen him shirtless countless times but he felt exposed now.

“Waited up for you. Someone has to make sure Bruce Wayne comes home at night,” you told him absentmindedly. He was silent as you finished up. You threw his shirt at him and an extra blanket.

“Why do you still wear that ring?” he asked. You turned, knees to your chest in his seat once more. He shrugged on the shirt. You smiled at the fond memory.

“Reminds me of you. I can’t imagine going anywhere without it.” This didn’t ease his thoughts that had plagued his afternoon. He loved you. Deeply and unconditionally. He was just now realizing that was the feelings he had felt all those years.

“You know what Alfred said today?”

“That you should make your own doctors appointments?” He chuckled.

“Yes but also...he said that everyone thought we were together in high school.” Alfred hadn’t really said that but Bruce needed a segway. He’d never know. You smiled.

“Yes well someone had to come up with a reason for your handsome face not dating anyone of substance.”

“Did you ever want to? Date me I mean.” You chuckled and stood up, carrying the blanket around your shoulders and making your way to him.

“Did you ever want to date me?” you teased.

“You’re avoiding the question.” He was suddenly very serious. You raised an eyebrow.

“Sure Bruce. Once or twice. But we’re best friends, I never wanted to ruin that.”

“Best friends don’t look at each other the way we do.” His voice was deathly low, so low you almost didn’t catch it. It caught you off guard but he was holding his breath. Waiting for a reaction. You looked at your ring and then in his eyes.

“We were never just best friends Bruce Wayne.” Your face read the sympathy you felt for him, the love you held in your heart. He was hesitant but his hand moved upward, caressing your face. You didn’t protest. You were the one that moved to kiss him and he was all too happy to return the kiss. It was slow and careful, new territory. But it was nice. Better than nice. It was everything.

You pulled away but didn’t open your eyes right away, simply savoring the moment. Finally you looked at him, his handsome charming face and you smiled.

“My Y/N.”

“Always.”

#bruce wayne x reader #bruce wayne imagines #batman imagines #batman x reader

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minlunae · 6 years ago

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↳ pairing: yoongi/reader

↳ au: demigod!au | percy jackson!au | domestic!au in the end????

↳ warnings: teeth rotting fluff & yoongi is goth boi on the outside and soft boi in the inside

↳ word count: 3.7k

⁙ summary: daughter of the harvest falls in love with the son of death.

⁙ a/n: this was supposed to be angst but 🤷‍♀️

when you woke to a new morning at camp half-blood, it felt like any ordinary day

as the head counselor of the demeter cabin, you quickly get ready before you make your rounds waking all your younger siblings up and making sure they wash up

you: the substitute mom to all your half siblings and in extension, the whole camp

a whole ass mom friend

“y/n have you seen my favorite scrunchie?!??! y’know the pink velvet one??!????!”

“y/n, tell dowoon to hurry up in the toilet my bladder is about to eXPLODE!!!!!”

you roll your eyes but you yank the scrunchie from under hyoeun’s mattress and notify dowoon that he has exactly 30 more seconds to get his business settled

as you’re tidying the stray things lying around the cabin, you make sure to run your hands across the plants so that their colors look more vibrant and stand up a little taller

you can literally feel the plants sigh in pleasure and that’s why you make sure to do it every morning—a deep sense of satisfaction

you’ve been a full time member of camp half blood since you were only six years old so it’s the only home you’ve ever known

you have 12 beads on your necklace now!!!! 12 years at camp half-blood!

now that you were 18, you were considering whether you should leave and try to make a life outside of camp or maybe stay to help??

it was a big decision so you did your best to not think about it a lot

you had a tendency to push thoughts about the future in the way, way, way, WAY back of your head

like the thought of leaving camp half-blood terrified you!!!

this was your home!!

you don’t even know the ways of the mortal world though you’ve been out for quests and such

but it has never been long term!!!!

anYWAYS

so many of your fellow campers, although they may be not your direct siblings, have come to become your family

y’all grew up together and fought some monsters together how much more bonding do you guys need??

you herd everyone to breakfast and remind them of their individual duties for today

yours is to tend to the orchard

it’s just you today bc all your other siblings had archery practice and such

and the pomegranate trees have been needing extra care and attention which you were very worried about

besides, you appreciated being able to get away from the others for at least a little while

although you love them…..sometimes….it can become too…….much for you..

you are the mom friend but you are also very introverted and recharged your energy by being alone!!!!!

so that’s why you’re like !!!!!! when you seen a black blob by the edge of the orchards

…right by the barrier of the camp

adrenaline is pumping as you approach the unidentified lump

but when you finally get a good look

its a boy

a very handsome boy

a very hurt handsome boy

!!!!!!!

you immediately drop right next to him to check for vitals

you sigh in relief when you feel his pulse

still you’re nervous because his skin feels as cold as ice

and there are pretty big gashes on his face, arms, and legs

…and his left arm is laying in a weird angle

as you’re trying to decide whether it would be a better idea to try to transport this stranger to the infirmary or run to bring hoseok here

when you decide that it’s too risky to try to jostle him when you don’t have extensive knowledge of healing like hoseok does, you turn to run back to the camp

“urghhhh”

you freeze and whip around

hurt handsome boy is struggling to sit up!!!!

“lay back down!!!” you almost yell at him

hurt handsome boy flinches and looks up at you in shock

“you’re safe here now! seeing that you got through the barrier, you’re a demigod aren’t you? don’t worry, just lay down and i’m going to get someone from the apollo cabin to look at your wounds!”

your hands flutter around him because half of you want to push him down to stop him from trying to sit up but the other half of you is scared that you’re going to hurt him

“i-is this camp half-blood?”

hurt handsome boy’s voice…

rip y/n

“yes it is now pls reLAX you’re going to hurt yourself more if you keep trying to move”

you noticed that hurt handsome boy’s lips (don’t @ y/n for staring at his lips they are very nice lips) are very very dry

you charm the surrounding plants into releasing some of their water supply into a big leaf you fashioned into a cup

“here drink some water” you offer to the stranger “what’s your name?”

stranger boy takes long deep gulps from the leaf

“min yoongi”

“okay yoongi, i’m y/n. do you think you can lay here for like five minutes? i’m gonna grab someone to come heal you”

yoongi barely finished nodding before you fly off to go find hoseok

yoongi settles back into the dirt

and ouch

he’s really starting to feel the arm now that the adrenaline from fighting all those monsters was dissipating

tbh when he first woke up, he thought he was in heaven

especially after seeing you with the sunlight behind you like a halo…..

while yoongi is thinking about you when he should most definitely be worried about his injuries, you’re dashing to the infirmary

“hOSEOK WE HAVE AN EMERGENCY”

you make it just in time to see hoseok startle and drop the bandages he was carrying

“y/n you scared me!!”

“what’s going on??” you didn’t even notice your best friend namjoon in the room

“there’s a new camper at the edge of camp by the orchards!!! and he’s badly hurt i don’t think there was anyone to help guide him here!”

hoseok quickly grabs his kit and both he and namjoon rushes to follow you back to the orchards

thankfully, yoongi is still where you left him

“yoongi!! this is hoseok and he’s our best healer let him help you”

yoongi obediently lets hoseok prod about trying his best to keep a straight face despite the pain

“my name is kim namjoon son of athena and the person that’s looking you over right now is jung hoseok son of apollo. how did you get here?”

“i’m min yoongi my piece of shit dad told me to come here after removing his hedge of protection over me” yoongi rolls his eyes

“your dad? is he your godly parent?” namjoon asks

yoongi blows his bangs out of his face and sighs “yeah, my dad is hades”

you’re shocked and you can tell namjoon and hoseok are too

it’s not everyday you see a child of the big 3

“okay, i healed the gashes that you had, but that broken arm is going to take a day to set and heal. here eat some of this”

hoseok offers yoongi a piece of ambrosia and helps place his arm in a sling

“do you think you’ll be able to stand? namjoon and i can help you get to the main part of camp”

the three of you give yoongi space so that he can try to get up

namjoon and hoseok helps yoongi to the cabin of hades and you grab the duffel bag that was lying beside yoongi and follow after them

you grab some extra linens, pillows, and a duvet from the demeter cabin because literally no one else uses the hades cabin and you knew there wouldn’t be anything there

everyone agrees to let yoongi get some rest before he gets bombarded with questions

both you and hoseok promise to come check on him regularly to make sure he doesn’t need anything

you stay behind to make sure yoongi is comfortable

bedding? check. toiletries? check. food and water for yoongi to help himself to when he gets hungry? check.

you finally get a really good look at yoongi and oh my god he’s so cute rip y/n

like you didn’t

even know you

had a type………

but yes,,,,,,,,,yes you do

his bleached white hair and bone white skin contrasts wonderfully with his otherwise black attire

black t-shirt tucked into ripped back skinny jeans with a black worn leather jacket & back combat boots??!!?!?!?!?!

chunky silver skull rings????!!?!

silver hoop earrings???!?!?!?

sign y/n the fUCK UP

hoo

then you realize how long you have been just STARING at yoongi and you want to disappear into nothingness bc he’s now looking at you worriedly

you can only stutter that you’ll be back to check on him in a couple of hours and turn so you can yEET outta there

but

BUT

cold fingers grip your wrist before you can run out

at this point your face is basically a ripe tomato and now you really want to die

and then you know death will come

because

yoongi does this little head tilt thing

and he smiles

THE MOST PERFECT LITTLE GUMMY SMILE

“y/n? i wanted to thank you. i don’t know what i would have done if you didn’t find me to be honest”

and because you’re an idiot you can only stutter you’re welcome before you run away for real

and yoongi is left in the comfortable bed that you made for him and

his heart is going,,,,,,,

booM BOOM

and all he can think is wow i cannot believe i just met an angel,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,

anywho

word travels fast in camp seeing that there aren’t that many people in the first place

especially since the effing SON OF HADES IS HERE

and although you said you would check up on yoongi, you were too mortified to be in the same space as him

so you kindly asked hoseok to take care of him

hoseok just smirked at you knowingly and urgh

sometimes you hate that your friends know you so well

days pass and you have been avoiding tHE HECK out of yoongi

you would catch glimpses of him around camp and you would immediately turn the other way and hide

like one time you were sparring with jungkook because he was whining that you never hang out with him anymore

and yoongi in all his blACK GLORY started walking towards you and no no no

you immediately dropped your sword and ran the other way

jungkook is yelling indignantly behind you and pouting because his favorite noona just left without an explanation >:’(

while yoongi is,,,,,,,so confused

he’s thinking: is she……avoiding me??!!!?!??!

:’(

it’s sad because other than a couple of people in camp, everyone is giving him a wide berth

he supposes children of hades don’t give the greatest of impressions

yoongi’s used to it but…..

:’(

he didn’t think you would be one of those that were avoiding him

but you don’t mean to be avoiding him

you’re just not you when you’re around him

yeah, or that’s what you keep telling yourself

lol rip y/n

that’s why you head to the orchards so often because it’s so far from everyone else and it calms you down to be around your fruits of labor

the oranges, apples, and pears are doing gr8

and although the pomegranates are worrying you, under your careful care, they’ll be back to tiptop shape!!!!

you coax the grass under you to grow a little plusher and the branches to reach a little farther so there would be ample shade as you rest

“hm that’s a cool power to have i’m guessing your mom is demeter?”

you literally jUMP OUT OF YOUR SKIN BECAUSE OH MY GODS THERE IS MIN YOONGI

HOW THE HECK DID HE GET HERE WITHOUT A SOUND

WITHOU YOU NOTICING??!??!?!

HOWEVER, you’re not as flustered because you’re in your safe place but you’re still very, very nervous

yoongi keeps talking despite your silence: “all i can do is raise skeletons from the dead”

he exhales loudly and,,,,,,,,,

plOPS RIGHT NEXT TO YOU

“let me get right to the point: are you avoiding me?”

yoongi looks RIGHT into your eyes and all you can do is gape at him

when you don’t answer him he looks away and pOUTS

he mumbles that out of everyone he hoped to become friends with you because he’s been having trouble,,,,getting to know people….

supposedly he looks too intimidating for others to approach him as if his heritage wasn’t a huge obstacle already

“NO NO NO” you gesture wildly so you can let yoongi know that it was ~definitely~ not your intention to have him feel that way

you confess with stumbled words that you get nervous around him and it’s hard to get your thoughts across

it’s only because they’re at the orchards that you’re able to talk so normally to him

of course you are s h o o k when yoongi starts laughing

like full belly laughing

tears in eyes laughing

“then why don’t we meet here and talk everyday?” yoongi finally says when he settles down

your eyes bulge out because why????????

why does this beautiful person want to hang out with you????????? (you don’t say this part out loud but you do ask why)

yoongi wipes the remnant tears from his eyes and shakes his head

“because i like you and i want to get to know you???”

you’re s c r e e c h i n g in the inside

and that’s how your friendship begins

you guys meet at the orchard everyday and yoongi keeps you company as you flit back and forth checking on the trees and making sure they’re happy

like he regards you with such fondness when you’re talking about the pomegranate trees’ progress back to health

like you’re so passionate about it and he can see you come to life

which is so appealing to him,,,,because he’s the product of death??????

like sometimes it floors him that you guys stand for things that are so opposite, but he’s so drawn to you

yoongi raises a particular skeleton dog from the dead that he calls holly who wags his tail and is just so affectionate despite being mere bones :’)

you love min holly

and yoongi loves you for loving min holly even though he’s just a skeleton

WAIT di-did he just say love???!!!?!?!?!?!

YES HE DID

so he tell you a little about his past

like his mother died soon after his birth, but it’s okay because he didn’t have a horrible life

he was raised in the underworld for much of his childhood, but hades thought that yoongi should know his human side too

so he sent him and one of his servants to live in the human world disguised as a complete human

hades had cast a hedge of protection over him so the monsters wouldn’t be able to sense him

but they had gotten into a petty argument over something stupid and hades got rid of the protection and ordered yoongi to find camp half-blood because he’s such an ungrateful son

you gasp at that because although you don’t see your mom much, she’s still very pleasant to be around when you do

she always brings you gifts and compliments too!!!

yoongi just shrugs: tough love i guess

“yoongi you almost died”

“ugh i’m glad i didn’t or else there would be no escaping my dad then”

also you introduce yoongi to some of your closest friends: he already met namjoon and hoseok but they were all super close now!!!!!

yoongi surprisingly clicked well with seokjin, son of aphrodite

also jungkook (son of ares) thinks yoongi is like the coolest person ever

you also introduced yoongi to jimin (also son of aphrodite) and taehyung (son of hermes)

so yoongi isn’t lonely anymore :’)

and lol when yoongi was told he should wear the camp half-blood shirt while he was here

“there’s no way in tartarus that i’m wearing that orange abomination”

you secretly thought to yourself that he would’ve looked like a cute lil pumpkin tho :’)

but alas, yoongi sticks to his all-black uniform all day, everyday

also because everyone in camp knows you so well, they ALL know that you’re harboring the fATTEST crush on min yoongi

you’re not surprised that they know

you have threatened to send grain spirits against anyone who said a PEEP :).

still doesn’t stop people from wiggling their eyebrows suggestively at you when you’re just in the vicinity of yoongi

you’re just glad that yoongi hasn’t caught on

joke’s on you because he DID catch on

so when you rush to him happily with a pomegranate in hand as reached the orchard, yoongi is STRUCK at how radiant you are

you split the fruit and lift it to yoongi’s eyes

the clusters of seeds glittered like gems

like the rubies that were so plentiful in the underworld

“look yoongi!!!!! they’re all good and healthy again!!!!! and they taste so sweet!!!”

you offer some of the arils, your fingers stained by the juice

yoongi can’t help himself

he wraps his hands around your wrist and bring the fruit to his lips

his t o n g u e darting out to swipe the dripping juice off y o u r h a n d

“mmmm it is sweet” yoongi agrees

you just stare at him with your mouth dropped

did,,,,,,,,,,DID THAT JUST HAPPEN

you realize that yoongi’s face is like an inch away from yours and

and his eyes are drawn to your lips

your lips that are stained ruby red by the juice of the pomegranates

and yoongi. just. dives. in.

before you know it

you’re kissing!!!!!!! min!!!!! yoongi!!!!!!!

the boy of your dreams!!!

but jokes on you again because YOU’RE the girl of yoongi’s dreams!!!!!!!!!!!!!

when he pulls away to make sure you’re okay with this, you pULL HIM RIGHT BACK

to where he belongs

on your lips

hehehehe

you guys are the unlikely but so fitting couple of camp half-blood

the next time your mom comes visit you she just sighs because she has lost another one of her favorite daughters to hades

but you bet yoongi charms the sOCKS off demeter

so now your mom is basically your #1 cheerleader in this relationship??????

like “oh darling, yoongi is such a charming little man. thank the gods that he’s so unlike his father you’re doing great sweetie”

and all of your friends are so happy for you!!!!!!!

like finally!!!!

y/n is dating!!!!!!!!!!

especially jungkook is all ~starry-eyed~ because his favorite noona and his idol are dating

so when it comes time for you to decide whether you will be entering the mortal world or staying in camp half-blood

you decide to be brave and try to make a life in the human world

with seokjin and namjoon and of course yoongi

hoseok decided to stay for at least the next year or two so he can keep an eye on jimin, taehyung, and jungkook and he is the camp’s best healer after all

you guys depart with tears in your eyes because you’re leaving the only home you’ve ever known

hoseok, jimin, taehyung, and jungkook tearfully promises to join the rest of you when they’re of age to leave

jungkook is inconsolable :’(

and thank the gods for yoongi bc he’s the only one who’s ever lived in the human world for an extended amount of time

like you being so confused by technology?

yoongi’s KINK

him witnessing you take down monsters targeting you guys all by yourself?

NUT

you get a job at a florist and yoongi is so happy you do

because it broke his heart when you first realized that nature is hard to come by when everything is so urbanized

now you get to be around the flowers and plants that you love so much!!!!

yoongi and namjoon started university studying music production!!!! their interest in music is the reason why they bonded so quickly!!! now they’re just waiting for hoseok to join them!!!!!!!!!

seokjin is making it big modeling bc duh!!!!! he’s the son of aphrodite!!!

yoongi loves living with you even though plants seem to take more of the floor space every time he comes home!!!

your guy’s favorite pastime is to snuggle in bed together after a long day of work or school in perfect, comfortable silence

sometimes yoongi gets very, very emo when he takes a step back and sees how lucky he is to have you in his life

ugh you guys just love each other so much!!!!!!!!!!

oh and seokjin + namjoon lives just across the hall!!!!!!!

how perfect hehehehehehe

anyway both of you guys are just so excited to live life and create something thats yours together

demeter IS the goddess of fertility too y’know

wink wonk

#bts #bts fanfic #yoongi fanfic #min yoongi #bts scenario #yoongi x reader #demigod au #percy jackson au #hades #demeter #kim seokjin #kim namjoon #jung hoseok #park jimin #kim taehyung #jeon jungkook

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moeruhoshi · 6 years ago

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Concubine Au bc I’m feelin the sauce

“Kyoka,” Natsu called for his attendant as he stretched out of bed, his last piece of entertainment left lifeless under the sheets, blood dripping from the source on her neck he had his fill from. She sauntered into othe room moments later as he relied himself for a shower, gesturing the demo ness to do away with his last toy. She smiled sickly, eager to give the parts to lady for the strange girl to do whatever she wanted with.

“Jakal and Seilah have collected some more humans for you to choose from, I’m sure you’ll find some more enjoyment, Master E.N.D.” He waved a hand as he entered his bathroom, washing himself of the thick smell, tears and fluids along with sweat mixing on his chest and thighs. Humans never did last long when he toyed with them, it was more of a mundane excuse to ignore his work rather than an enjoyable moment, though he liked to get off on their screams. Either they lived long enough to keep him satisfied for a month or two, or if they bored him he would help himself to their blood and put them to rest. Not like they had a home to go back to after Jakal took the lives he wanted for himself. And Seilah had more than enough fun turning the humans from villages they pillaged into her puppets; to service herself or quickly have them do away with one another.

King of Demons, Entherious Natsu Dragneel. He rarely did anything other than make appearances to his people, goof off with others he knew in their realm, or fed from the humans his circle of allies had collected for him. Not as though they trusted one another, the hierarchy kept demons like Tempester or Jakal from acting out of line, not in a million years could either take the king in his full form. Tried, they may have before ending up back in Lamy’s test tubes for reincarnation.

He dried himself with his flames, dressing in loose clothing that he much preffered to his royal attire. Servants bowed as he made his way down the hall, Kyoka waiting by the stairs to take him to their dungeons, women shackled to the walls and whimpering for help they knew would never come. There was a larger room at the end of the cells on display, his chair a level above the ground as he observed upon those they dragged in for him to choose from.

“Pitiful,” They all looked, tired of the constant cries and shaking puppies having been his entertainment for who knew how long. He waved them away and requested more, each line duller than the last. He rested his chin on his fist, the demons nervous as he seemed to be getting angrier, readying themselves in case their king were to blow up. “Have you no one of interest? I’m tried of you bringing women to me simply for their looks.”

“One, Master, but we didn’t think you would care so much for her attitude,” He glared at Seilah as she spoke, ushering in for her to summon whoever they were keeping hidden.

“Let me go! You’re lucky I can’t kick you, or else you’d be done for!” The girl hissed from the other side of the door, men dragging her by chains connected to shackles around her wrists and ankles. She spat at Jakal as he grabbed her by the chin, the demon grunting and tossing her to the floor below their king.

“She deserves a good beating,” His pointed ears flinched as his master snapped, halting him from attacking her with a raised fist.

“Leave me with her,” His eyes interested and focused on her glare, excited to see a girl ready to challenge such a fierce demon.

“Where did they collect you from? You don’t look like the others who have passed through here before,” He hummed, delighted as she turned her nose up at his question, refusing to answer the demon.

“I like you, you know. You’re very beautiful,” He grinned as she flushed, squirming as she tried to bring her weighted arms forward to hide herself.

“I am much more than my beauty,” She grumbled, sealing her lips again as he stood from the obsidian throne.

“Oh, you are? I’d love to know more, you look as though you’ve experienced battle before. A mage?” He hopped down to circle her, noticing the binding provided by her chains that distilled the flow of magic from escaping its core. “Your power?”

“Celestial Spirits,” She answered, eyes cast down as he held he caressed a lock of her hair, soft.

“My men must have stolen your keys,” His eyes lit up as her desperate ones met his, hand traveling against the curve of her body. She was full and thick, throat rumbling with a satisfied growl as he peered at her plentiful body, mouth watering at the idea of her wrapped around him. “I know how precious they must be, you’d like them returned to you, no? Though I’m afraid you won’t be able to summon them either way. Can’t have you escaping, now can I?”

“You’d...give them back?” He nodded at her breathless words, her mind reeling a mile a minute as she refused to meet his gaze again, flushed as his hand continued to roam over her. “What’s the catch?”

“Catch?” He chuckled brightly. “There isn’t one necessarily but I hope you know that you are to stay by my side from now on. You’re much more interesting than anyone I’ve had yet to meet.”

“My friends won’t stop trying to find me, I hope you know. They’ll look for me till the day they die, even if it is by your hands. They will come for me,” She grit, chest swelling with excitement, he liked a challenge.

“I look forward to our time together until that day,” With a snap of her fingers, her chains disappeared and were replaced with a thick band around her neck, the choker a more simple version keeping her from being able to use her magic. She held her arms around her chest, white dress in tatters and about to fall from her shoulders much to Natsu’s pleasure. This one... he would take time stripping back her layers to be able to fill her mind with only the thought of him. This one, he wanted to conquer. He led her out of the doors they came through, Lucy grimacing at the sight of so many chained to walls, begging for mercy, clawing for her help, her stomach turning with disgust. They were quick to leave, Natsu impressed by the agony on her face, eager to make her twist and write in a similar manner. Kyoka was waiting for him per her usual actions, eyeing Lucy as he offered her to the demoness.

“Have her cleaned and brought to my room,” He instructed, turning down the hall and away without a worry about the girl. “Return her without a scratch, and give her back her keys. I’m sure she misses them.”

Natsu grinned as he continued on to find Mard Geer, relaying the message to keep the floor containing his chambers clear for the next couple of weeks to give he and his new toy privacy as he broke her in to their new lifestyle.

He waited patiently as he heard her feet padding through the hallway an hour later, a random servant showing her the way and leading her through his bedroom door. She flinched as the doors closed behind them, her keys clenched tightly in her fist.

“I’d prefer if you didn’t have me paraded around your castle while I wear this,” She lamented, gesturing to the thin, red, babydoll nightgown Kyoka had dressed her in.

“Forgive them for their lack of prudeness. Demons aren’t that shy when it comes to skin,” He said as he stood from his armchair beside the fire, taking her hand in his and gracing it with a soft kiss. “But I was right, you are very beautiful.”

“W-What do you intend to do with me?” Her brave exterior crumbled slightly as he massaged her hips, drawing her closer into his hold as they stood in front of the closed door.

“Tonight? Nothing much, since you’re a virgin.” She blushed at his knowledge, tapping his nose to indicate the aroma she gave him. “I don’t want to make you uncomfortable before our first time either,”

“And you expect me to just give myself away?” He smirked at her sharp tongue, he liked how feisty she was.

“Yes, my lady. You’ll beg for me in due time,” Her blush would never get old, it was very befitting.

“Lucy, address me properly if you’re going to keep me as a pet.” She huffed, following as he led her through the curtains past the main foyer and to his bed, allowing her to sit before his standing image.

“You’re much more than a pet, Lucy.” He pouted and took a seat beside her, the blonde fidgeting as she set her keys on his side table drawer. “Don’t hesitate to act as though this is your home. My demons won’t as much as look at you if that’s what you want.”

“You’re very strange for a man only after my body,” She huffed, crossing her arms. “What kindness befitting of a princess when I am your slave.”

“You intrigue me,” He hummed honestly, twrirling a stand of hair in between his fingers, taking in the delightful aroma of her fresh scent. “Please call yourself my princess if you wish. I intend to treat you well, believe me when I say this.”

“Foolish it would be to trust a man who had you kidnapped for his own desires. I refuse to give in to your games.” Her voice quieted as he stripped of his billowy shirt, avoiding the sight of his bare chest, not as though it was her first time seeing one, but the setting was too intimate for her comfort.

“Call me Natsu.” She tightened her lips as he pulled her into his lap, tilting her chin upwards to keep eye contact. “Your moans, I’m sure, would make it sound wonderful.”

“I could kick you like this, I hope you know.” Her foot twitched in anticipation but failed to comply with her brain, her confidence dropping without the aid of her magic.

“A kiss is all I ask for, you have such adorable lips.” Her heart stuttered at his clearly dramatic words, Lucy knowing his only intention was to get her to trust him with these overly sweet sayings but she was smarter than to fall for it. Her hand balanced herself by pressing a hand to his chest, nervously pulling back as he began to chuckle.

“Touch me if you are curious, I want to do the same.” She blanched at his honesty, the demon king still waiting for her to lean in and give him what he wanted. She turned away again, refusing to let herself be had so easily, thoughts moving away from him and to her dear friends back at home, willing to stick through this torture in hopes of finding them again one day.

“I would never give in so easily,” She mumbled out, holding in a whimper as his nose pressed against the crook of her neck, Natsu delighting himself with the concentrated scent of her blood. He splayed his tongue against her skin, moaning at the sweet flavor, feeling his boner thicken, already excited to have more than he promised her. But she would take time to win over, he had every intention of keeping her alive and well until he could fit himself so perfectly into her mind that she could not live without him.

“Your body is bad at hiding how you feel,” He chuckled at her subconscious movements against him, her back arching and chest flush against his own as he continued to tease her. “A kiss and we can go to bed for the night.”

She squeaked as he flipped them over, Lucy pressed firmly against the mattress as he loomed over her.

“A kiss, princess.”

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iwannafuckyexiu · 6 years ago

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A TEASE A DAY BRINGS YOU CLOSER TO YOUR DEATH 007

SPECIAL CHAPTER 001

BEACH FUN WEEKEND 001/? despite being called beach fun weekend, unfortunately, there is no beach involved in this chapter.

"Heyyy, you guys wanna like go to the beach on the weekends?" Denki mentions out of nowhere during the morning tutor time (in which is just free time because Aizawa has nothing to announce), he leans forward onto the desk they were mostly around.

Several classmates perk up at the idea, and seeing that some are interested, Denki continues with a little more enthusiasm, eyes twinkling in the artificial light as he does, "Like we go there on Friday and stay three days and two nights."

"But don't we have school on Friday?" the cool girl with a head jack asks, one brow cocked at Denki's suggestion as she bops to her Spotify playlist and reclines against a desk close by.

"It's our national day on Friday so it's a public holiday! And what are you supposed to do on a public holiday?"

"Go out and have fun! "

"Stay home and rot! "

Uraraka's upbeat and eager voice clashes with Denki's lower one as both of them answer the latter's previous question. The two spin their heads to each other's direction.

"........."

"........o.o"

Uraraka breaks the ice first and dismisses it off with an embarrassed giggle as she rubs the back of her ear awkwardly while the rest of the class burst out into hoots of laughter at her choice of words.

"Ahahaahah sorry, sorry," Uraraka briefly apologises to Denki (who's pretty much turned his attention back to the beach trip again) as she tucks her head down slightly in bashfulness.

As Denki's very good bro, Kirishima instantly livens up to support his friend's plans, he lifts an avid arm up, "I wanna go to the trip!"

The rest of the class get fueled up by his attitude and joined the beach fun squad one after another. However, this boost is fractured when a dampened remark is tossed in the middle of the conversation, and the excitement between the students subsides with the sound.

"Why go there? The beach is so boring."

This comes from no other than Y/N, who's sat on a random chair with his slender legs extended out broadly, lips wide apart from yawning. He tips his neck back in boredom as he looks at them through his hooded eyes.

"We get to see the girls in bikinis if they go," Denki attempts to convince Y/N, speaking into his ear in a low whisper (which is loud enough pretty much everyone to hear) — the heated steam that prods against his ear stunts him for a second, inducing a red ear, but Y/N composes himself to a better position hastily.

The girls' faces mangle at the outright persuasion from Denki, some flaring into a shy coral flush, some into twisted features of disdain, and others just casual.

"... this is a bit hard to decide," Y/N says, feigning hesitation as he rubs the tip of his chin with two fingers (as if his eyes didn't light up when Denki said bikinis) before a sly, rascally grin takes over his eyes, "...... but I think I'm in!"

After that, gradually one by one, the students begin yelling out their decisions, which cause the classroom to be instantly filled with din. But on the other hand with Y/N, he sidles towards the back where the half and half boy is during the clamour and fluidly makes himself comfortable on Shouto's desk.

"Aye Shouto, you gonna come?" Y/N says in a higher voice into Shouto's ear. Not a flinch nor recoil is countered by the latter, he only rotates his head towards Y/N's direction without any passion in his mismatch irises.

"No."

"Awh why?"

"Don't want to."

"... I heard the girls might go in bikinis, so are you sure you don't want to?" casting out a suggestive offer to Shouto, Y/N writhes his brows in a provocative way, a roguish grin by his florid lips.

"No."

"I'll ... get you some snacks and candies?"

Shouto: "......" Damnit.

"... Fine."

——speaking of snacks, candies and Shouto, it's just something that Y/N found out by accident or maybe not really.

One day after school, Y/N was just strolling down the streets with Shouto (aka just walking beside Shouto until he has to go to his part-time). He rambled about random things that occurred recently and peculiar happenings he saw on the internet when he realised Shouto's sight shifted from the front to the shop they just passed by — which was Sweetu Sweetu, a branch of the popular chain store that sells one of the best desserts and snacks in Musutafu.

To Y/N it seems that for once, Shouto's features weren't distant as always, his eyes were blinking with a moment of daze; as if a child's. It seems that the ice that had been screening off his expressions from the outside world had melted, but didn't take long before his gaze returned to his regular frigid filter.

A mini smile formed on Y/N face as he observed Shouto.

"Aye Shouto."

Albeit no vocal response was given, Shouto twisted his head over to Y/N's direction.

"Can you go inside the candy shop with me? I want to buy some snacks for my little sister," Y/N questioned him, one hand tugging at Shouto's uniform sleeve and the other forefinger gesturing at the store.

"Oh."

Shouto allowed Y/N to lug him into the store as he kept silent. Though when they entered the shop, his attention wasn't on the wonders within but on the lean, firm fingers that encircled his wrist.

It felt as if the pleasant sun rays strewing across his bare skin during winter. Shouto wouldn't deny that he was to the least disappointed when Y/N released his grip on his wrist but for the first time, the grin on Y/N's features that he always found irritating seemed ... a little warm.

"Never thought you would follow me into these shops haha!"

Shouto: "......." He took back the scary thought he had just a bit ago.

But an invisible string tugged at the corner of Shouto's lips, but Y/N's back was to him or not the boy would have definitely poked fun at him.

Though, Y/N did hear a hum from Shouto, seeming to be in a higher pitch than usual. He let out a subdued chuckle before continuing to pick out some sweets for S/N.

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[ YAYAYAY WE'RE GOING TO THE BEACH!!! ]

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kaminari denki added uraraka ochako, l/n y/n, bakugou katsuki, yaoyorozu momo, jirou kyouka, midoriya izuku, kirishima eijirou, hagakure tooru, mina ashido, iida tenya, asui tsuyu, mineta minoru, sero hanta

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: what the fuck is this

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: im leaving

bakugou katsuki left kaminari denki added bakugou katsuki

KAMINARI DENKI: aiiii dont leave me so quickly man

L/N Y/N: hok on i just wok from my nsp

L/N Y/N: wahys gojng on

HAGAKURE TOORU: yeah whats this

HAGAKURE TOORU: is it a gc for our plans on the weekends or smth

KAMINARI DENKI: bingo

KAMINARI DENKI: so basically we re gonna meet at bakugous house on friday at like 7

KAMINARI DENKI: then the bus will pick us up there and we ll be goin to the beach!

URARAKA OCHAKO: great!

URARAKA OCHAKO: luckily theres a public holiday on friday so we can play longer ahhahahaha

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: hold on thats not great

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: why r we meeting by my house and how do u know where my hosue is

KAMNARI DENKI: bcs your house is closest to the skl of course and

KAMINARI DENKI: i know everyones house :)))

L/N Y/N: spooky

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: i refuse to let u all near my house

BAKUGOU KATSUKI: go to kaminaris house or just meet at skl

L/N Y/N: nah

ASUI TSUYU: why are we meeting so early

KAMINARI DENKI: of course so we can have more time to have fun when we get to the beach!

ASUI TSUYU: oh good point

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On the actual day of the trip, a group of teens in all kinds of attire gather just below where Katsuki's apartment is, going on rambles between themselves by the time they planned to meet at.

Peeking around and counting up the number of people, Y/N cambers his head at the absence of a certain mustard boy. He hoists his fingers up to knead at his jaw and questions Kirishima beside him, "Hold up, where's Denki?"

"Yeah, wasn't he the one who organised this so shouldn't he be here?"

"Oh, he told me to tell you guys he's grounded," Kirishima announces to the rest of the class (in which most of them have questions marks hovering over them) as he scratches his nape apologetically.

"And that bastard just expects us to go have fun without him?"

"Yes."

Despite Denki's truancy, the class still board the bus already loitering by the side of the road near them. The bus is one that has two columns of seats on one side and another column on the other side of the walkway, befitting for the small class.

"Tell the bus driver to stop at XXX XXX XXX later," Y/N says to Kirishima before stepping onto the stairs to the bus.

"Oh oh oh! Are we going to get Kaminari?" Tooru, who Y/N chooses to sit beside blurts out while he perches on the seat just beside her at the third row, bobbing up and down in an excited manner.

"Yep."

And the bus drives off onto the road, towards where Denki's house is.

The bus arrives around Denki's house twenty minutes later, in a neighbourhood of modern houses.

"Okay, how are we going to do this?" Y/N questions the bus as he stands up from his seat near the front, resting an arm on the back of a chair.

"Why not ... L/N you go up to his bedroom window and bring him down?" Kirishima suggests while he hoists an arm up.

"Huh? Why me?"

"Your quirk, duh," Katsuki's vexed voice inserts himself in (Y/N can almost imagine the eye roll he's doing at the same time).

"Oh okay then."

The bus parked just some distance from Denki's house, Y/N goes down and slithers towards the side of his house where Kirishima estimated Denki's room should be.

With the support of his quirk, Y/N effortlessly vaults up the wall surrounding Denki's house and lunges onto the window ledge (that is wide enough for Y/N to sit on to his luck). The window is sealed shut, though the curtains are tied to the sides and open.

From that view, Y/N can just see Denki laying on his side on top of his bed, his head bouncing to some music as he scrolls through his phone, back to the window. Knocking on the glass, Y/N attempts to get the mustard boy's attention, which he obviously doesn't get.

"Fuck, he has airpods in," grousing under his breath, Y/N fumbles around his pockets for his phone. He taps open Denki's contacts as he rings him up, Denki inside the room also receiving the call at the same time.

"Oh hey, Y/N. Sorry about not being able to come but—"

Y/N cuts him off while he stares at Denki's figure in the room, "Just shut up and open the window."

The mustard boy instantly twists his head to the window where Y/N is, eyes wide and taken aback that Y/N is just sitting there. Hurrying over to the window, Denki gropes around for the lever of the window, his fingers scrambling around hastily.

As soon as the window cracks open, Y/N hops into Denki's room and sprawls out on his bed (Y/N should mention that it is very fluffy). "Finally," he exhales.

"What are you doing here?" Denki asks, seating himself beside Y/N on the bed, he lays a hand on Y/N's knee and drums his fingers gently on the bone.

"To get you of course," Y/N blurts out with a flirt as he rises upright and clasps a digit under Denki's chin to tip it up towards him, lighting up with a smile brimmed with teasing malice.

"And doesn't it feel like those plots where the guy sneaks the girl out of her house in those American shows?"

"Hahhaahah who's the guy and who's the girl here then?"

"I'm the guy, of course, look at the position we're in." Y/N arcs his brow with a challenging grin to Denki, chin toppling upwards.

Chuckling lightly before poking out a tongue to lick his lips, Denki turns over his gaze from Y/N's exposed neck and jutting collarbones. "Sure," he remarks as he keeps his irises away from Y/N's neck.

Y/N gives a brief laugh at the tone in that 'Sure' before recoiling up from the bed, looking down at Denki while he says and holds a hand out, "Anyways, let's go."

"I can't." Denki's head sags down, he purses his lips into a pout and drops his hand from the boy's knee.

"Why not?"

"My parents."

"Hmm ..." Y/N rubs a finger over his mouth, pondering before coming up with an idea, "Then ... I'll sneak you out first then ask Iida to talk to your parents and convince them?"

"And even if they don't get persuaded you're already on the bus anyways," in a low volume, Y/N adds as he veils the top of his lip with a hand.

"But like—"

Denki is interrupted by the grating of his bedroom door, a woman peeks inside to call him when she realises the surprise visitor in his room, "Ki-chan, come ea—who are you?"

"Pffft Ki-chan ..." Y/N puffs out into a short snigger at the pet name, obviously forgetting the new person in the room (his future mother in law), but he eventually looks up and halts his silliness as he realises his inappropriate behaviour.

Standing up to his feet and shuffling bashfully towards Denki's mother, he greets his future mother in law with a brittle ninety-degree bow. "A-Ah, hi ma'am. I'm your son's best friend and I'm just well ... uh ..." he delays slightly while his brain goes shortcut at thinking of a valid excuse.

Y/N sucks in a ball of air before pressing his lips together in a restless manner, he confesses to his future mother in law truthfully, "I'm trying to sneak him out." Observing the woman's features, he waits for her reply with a tauten jowl.

"In no way will I—"

"I swear we'll bring him back in pieces—I mean in whole! "

Y/N builds on again before his future mother in law can even respond to his swear, he sticks up three fingers, "And I'll stick with him throughout the whole thing to make sure he's safe!"

"......"

"... please? "

"Do you really want to go, Ki-chan?" Denki's mother twists to her son to question, who nods his head vigorously in turn. She heaves a heavy sigh and finally loosens up her proctective urges, "... alright then go, quickly before your father realises you're gone and I'll deal with him."

Before the woman realises, a blur of mustard frizz pounces onto her into a tight bear hug. It takes a while for her to snap out of her stunted state, she shakes her head and simpers at her son's child-like antics.

"Thanks, okaa-san!" Denki's smothered voice can barely be heard by Y/N as the boy buries his face on his mother's thin shoulder.

"Thank you, ma'am!" Y/N bows formally towards the elder woman with a polite, genuine smile hanging off his lips while Denki withdrew from his mother's embrace.

"We'll have fun!" Y/N says and waves an arm to the woman as he tucks an arm around Denki's waist, leaning himself by the side of the window.

Albeit Y/N had to talk Denki's mother into letting him take Denki out by the window, explaining that his quirk can definitely keep them safe (in which took a long time), the two meet the rest of the group on the bus parked nearby.

"Never thought I'd meet your mother so soon, Ki-chan," Y/N lays an arm around Denki in close fashion as he emphasises on the nickname at the end of his sentence with a hint of fun. Denki, in turn, mumbles a 'shut up' before rotating his head to the side, shifting his gaze.

"Let's go now, it's already eight!" Denki ushers the driver before sitting himself down on a seat just beside Kirishima by the front, a big grin lit up on his features by now.

I HAVE SOMETHING TO SAY:

thanks for reading this chapter! i apologise for the really slow updates but it will continue for quite some time so i'm sorry if it's too slow.

but uh to add some fun i just want to write a special arc, the beach fun weekend to loosen up things for me before i continue with the main storyline and follow my outline

I'LL CORRECT SHIT WHEN I'M FINISHED

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sunbaethehuman-blog · 7 years ago

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Indecisive - ( Pt. 2 )

Yoongi Angst | Taehyung x Reader

PART 1 | PART 2 | PART 3 (coming soon)

Pairing: Yoongi x Reader | Taehyung x Reader

Genre: Angst, fluff, BTS x Reader, series

Author’s note: Woo second part! I was so excited I finished it a couple days after i published the first part bc there was actually people enjoying what i wrote?? crazy?? LOL. I have a lot of work coming up so I’m not sure if I’ll have part 3 ready by next weekend, but i’ll try my best to update!! Enjoy!

It’s been weeks since the heartbreak you recieved from Yoongi and it would’ve sucked if you didn’t have Taehyung by your side to help you recover. Ever since then, he’s been coming by your apartment more than usual, bringing snacks and movies with him.

Taehyung even surprised you with little dates he set up for the two of you. The dates varried from sightseeing in the big cities to visits to the park, (not like you minded it though). Taehyung was doing his best to cure your heart the best way he knew how, and it was working. It was working so well that he made you forget about ever liking Yoongi.

There was a problem though:

you were falling for your best friend.

Taehyung took you to a fancy resturant based on a boat. It was nighttime but the ship was anything but dark; the shiny hardwood floors reflected back the fairylights that were rolled onto the rails of the boat, complimenting the white-clothed furniture with lit candles in the center. At the corner of the open dock, jazz musicians played their smooth tunes to fill the air.

You recalled the events before your best friend took you out for a fancy dinner. He made sure to call you to tell you to wear a ‘fancy but casual’ attire so that’s what you did. You wore a white t-shirt tucked into tan slacks, with a tan coat matching your pants and wore white tennis shoes (they were all white so you couldn’t even see the designs on it anyways). When Taehyung went to pick you up from your apartment, he showed up wearing the same outfit as you, which made you die with laughter, “oh my god. What the hell is this?” you tried to say through your laughter. “I knew you were gonna wear that so I thought we could match~!” The male twin flashed his box smile.

“Hellooooo~? Earth to dumb-dumb.” Taehyung cooed and waved his hand in front of your face, snapping your focus back to the present. “You’re going to catch flies if you keep your mouth open like that.” He flashed his signature box smile with a light chuckle before going back to his food.

“Ah, sorry. I was just thinking,” clearing your throat, you looked down at your half eaten plate of shrimp and pasta and twisted your fork into the long and pale strings.

“Something on your mind?” your date asked with an eyebrow raised.

A giggle escaped through your nose, “you,” without realizing what you said, you looked back up at him almost in terror.

“Huh?”

“Nothing!” you shoved a forkful of pasta into your mouth.

Cocking an eyebrow once again, the burnette only shook his head, “anyways… what do you want to do afterwards?” he asked.

Swallowing your food, you covered your mouth before speaking, “I’m not sure… maybe we can walk around and see if something pops up.”

“Sounds great.” he smiled.

After the two of you finished dinner, the walk from the pier into the city wasn’t long. The lights from the shops were bright which lit up the night and the streets were just as lively as they are during the day.

Among the many shops and stores, an arcade stood out to Taehyung the most. “Hey, why don’t we go in there?” he suggested.

The aura and lights of the arcade gave off a completely different vibe from the surrounding stores. “What? Are you crazy? We’re adults… We’re gonna look weird–” you tried to protest.

“Pffft–When has adulthood ever stopped you from doing anything?” He cocked an eyebrow at you, “c'mon. We’re doing this.” Taehyung took your hand and began walking.

Pretending to argue, you lightly hit his back, “hey now..!” you laughed, but two blobs caught your attention from the corner of your eye, making you look twice. It was Yoongi. Although you couldn’t see his face, you recognized his eyes. He wore a black hat and a black face mask, covering his mouth. His hair poked under the snapback and you noticed it was dyed a light blue. He wore a black hoodie and black pants to complete his dark theme. And the figure standing next to him was Suran, wearing a similar outfit to his.

Taehyung stopped pulling and turned his attention to the things that caught your focus. “oh, hyung!” He called out to his elder and bowed, letting go of your hand. Then he turned his attention to the shorter figure, “hey, Suran.” She greeted back with a wave and a slight bow. You did the same.

Only a chuckle left Yoongi’s lips after moving the mask under his chin, “Thing 1 and Thing 2?” he made a remark about your matching attire with Taehyung.

“Hyung, like you should be talking.” Taehyung snapped back with a chuckle.

Yoongi clicked his tounge and stepped towards Taehyung, lifting his arm as a thret to hit him. Taehyung flinched while laughing, “I’m kidding, I’m kidding~” The bickering boys made you and Suran laugh.

“Where’s your mouth piece? Why are you out in the open where everyone can see you? At least have some decency to not stand out.” Yoongi scolded his group member, “you’ll get caught and scandals will start.”

“Hyung, everyone knows we’re best friends,” the brunette refered to you, “nothing more.” Hearing him say that himself tugged on your heartstrings. “Plus, ARMY loves us! It’s hard not to, we’re so cute.” Taehyung flattered you and himself.

“Anyways… what are you guys up to?” Suran spoke up.

“Oh us?” Taehyung looked at you then back at the other two, “we’re on a date.” he wrapped his arm around your shoulder and pulled you closer, “can’t you tell by our outfits?” He winked.

“Goddamnit.” Yoongi facepalmed.

“Ohmygod.” you covered your face.

“You totally just contradicted yourself.” Yoongi finished.

“Oh, a date?” Suran ignored both you and Yoongi, “Actually, us too!” Suran laughed as she clinged onto Yoongi’s arm, “we were gonna go to the arcade.”

Hearing that didn’t make you as upset as you thought you’d be. Immidiately uncovering your eyes, you accidently made eye contact with Yoongi. His eyebrows were knitted together with a slight frown before looking away from you.

“Oh, that sounds like fun. I was just about to take this little miss home-”, Taehyung then turned his attention to Yoongi, “I’ll see you at the dorms later.” he began walking with you, arm still in place, “and be careful not to get caught, hyung.” He warned his elder as the two of you walked by.

“Yeah, you too.” the blue haired boy replied before covering his mouth with his face mask again.

The walk back was full of silence, which worried your friend. “Hey.. Are you okay?” Taehyung broke the stillness with his husky whisper.

“Honestly, yes. I’m fine, actually.” You answered bluntly, “I thought seeing him with Suran would break me to pieces but.. it didn’t.” you looked up at your tall friend, “and totally saw that coming.”

Taehyung cocked his head, looking at you, “saw what coming..? Those two?”

“Pffft, duh.” You confirmed, “when I was on my one-sided date with Yoongi, he ditched me because Suran called him.” Sympathy began to fill Taehyung’s eyes. “Yeah, I mean, I guess I don’t blame him. I would’ve done the same for you.”

Seeing Taehyung’s expression change from sympathetic to bashful made you realize what you said. Blush krept onto your cheeks and quickly turned your gaze to the pavement of the sidewalk you two were walking on.

As Taehyung’s arm was limp and resting on your shoulder, he pulled you closer to his body and tilted his head onto yours for a few moments, “..Cute.” he said before letting you go altogether.

You raised an eyebrow at him and playfully pushed him, “wow~”

He looked at you, almost offended, “Oh my, did–did you think I was calling you cute? Pfft. Not even in your dreams.” He teased with a smile plastered on his face.

His statement made you roll your eyes, “haha,” you said dryly, “very funny.” you couldn’t help but smile back at your childish friend.

The rest of the walk to your apartment was filled with laughter and uncertainty of flirting from you and your best friend. No point of the walk did it feel awkward or uncomfortable, which was nice and calming for once. You didn’t feel like you had to put up a front or pretend to be someone you weren’t when you were with Taehyung, and you appreciated that he could make you feel this way with him.

The two of you walked your final steps to your apartment as you pulled out your keys and unlocked the door.

“Well, this was a lot more fun than our other… dates.” the brunette emphasized.

You cocked your head a little, one corner of your lips curling upwards, “it.. kinda was…” you agreed but didn’t want to admit it.

The tall boy pulled you into a hug, “see you at work tomorrow, ya dork.” he said as he ruffled your hair.

“See ya, dingus.” you replied as he let you go.

As he began to walk away, you raised your voice a little higher than usual, trying not to disturb your neighbors. “Get home safely..!” You waved goodbye.

The boy you shouted to only turned his head and waved back then continued to walk down the hallway, watching his broad shoulders and wide back get smaller before turning into a new hallway.

Locking the door behind you, you quickly went to your room and stripped and dressed into shorts and a t-shirt. Finishing your day off, you did your nightly routine: washed your face, brushed your teeth, tied your hair up and gave a peace sign in the mirror while saying “duces” and turned off the light.

It was relieving when you climbed into bed and under the comforter. The day was filled with fun activities but it was exhausting. Once your head hit the pillow, you began to drift into sleep… until your phone buzzed.

Picking up your phone from your nightstand, the screen lit up.

You received a text from Yoongi.

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