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ebaylee422 · 2 years ago

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Decking the Halls

Steve Harrington X Girlfriend!reader

Author’s Note: Angst to cute sex, I’m not sorry. This is post Season 3, pre Season 4. I just love being angsty. I also really needed to clear my drafts soooo X-mas in March everyone!

Summary: Stockings aren’t the only things being stuffed this Christmas season. Steve has never decorated for Christmas, he’s embarrassed and doesn’t want to ruin your sprit by avoiding you. Don’t worry though, he shows you just how appreciative he is after.

Characters: Steve Harrington, Girlfriend reader, mentions of shitty parents and the rest of the ST nuggets. Best Friend Robin Buckley!!

Warnings/Tags: Smut (Minors DNI!!!) abandonment issues? as an intro, p in v sex, marking kink, praise kink, fem oral (receiving). breeding?

Word Count: 3k

Part One/?

You had tried everything to get Steve into the Christmas spirit: buying decorations for your apartment, getting matching pj’s, going to watch the lights in Indianapolis, watching Christmas movies, the Ice-Skating was most regrettable because you fell forward and knocked your teeth hard enough to bleed. Even planning a white elephant with him and his friends, sharing hot cocoa and warmth of your space heater. What you didn’t know is as soon as he left your place he was greeted by his parents' empty house. Decorated from some stupid trendy catalog his mother only glanced at before swiping a credit card. His father, not even home long enough to realize the tinsel monstrosity within the living room. The presents underneath were fake, they stopped being real when his father told him to grow up. That Santa wasn’t real, saying he needed to start giving instead of hoping for some joy from a fat man each holiday season. So that’s exactly what he did, the first Christmas he’d enjoyed in a long time was on Christmas of 83’, when he was with Nancy. They’d gotten each other meaningful gifts, it was the happiest Christmas he thought he’d ever had. Even if he went home unable to look at his pool outside for too long knowing his friend had died. Even if there were disgusting monsters trying to eat his friends when they had the chance. How horrible humans were in comparison, like the Russians nearly beating him to death at Starcourt. Instead of celebrating what he was thankful for, he felt immense guilt every holiday. He’d confided in you once about his survivor's guilt, as you had called it a couple months ago during an intense flashback. You’d comfort him, make sure he wasn’t alone. He didn’t want to be anyone’s burden, Steve knew you were worried about him it would show whenever he ‘had’ to leave for work or Robin’s, or get clothes from his place.

It all came to a standstill when you’d asked him if he would come pick a Christmas Tree with you. Wanting to have it up before the kids came over, finish decking-the-halls you’d told him. Only Steve didn’t know what picking out a Christmas Tree was, sure it’s self explanatory but what if he made a fool of himself. With his pretty rich boy ‘I’ve never had to pick one out’, it seemed too intimate. Sure you’d bared your body-mind-and-soul to him, but wanting to do something so domestic together like picking out a Christmas Tree. For your first Christmas together as a couple, it was scary for him. So instead of being a Scrooge so he could work on his feelings, he faked an illness even going as far as calling out sick today. Keith hadn’t been too happy but chopped it up to Steve sucking too much face on the job and gave him the day anyway. And he was back to square one, an empty ugly house with none of your warmth. People would think his middle name was self-sabotage, especially when that door-bell rang. He got up from his cocoon from the coach with a groan, an aching shooting up to his spine when his socked feet hit the freezing hardwood. Shined and renewed for the inevitable party his parents would throw this Christmas Eve for work friends, where they forgot they even had a son. He stopped dead in his tracks shaking the sleep from his eyes when they were met with yours, holding a tote bag while shaking the light dusty of snow off your figure. It melted into your skin leaving you shiny with the dew, nose and ears kissed pink while your chin and neck were tucked tightly with the collar of your coat and scarf. You smiled at him as he studied your form, like an angel sent just for him. He was bundled up in simple joggers, thick wool socks and heavy blanket around his shoulders worn like a cape tucked around his body, but shirtless still despite it being nearly as cold inside as it is outside. Shaking your body of the remaining snow, laying the tote bag of groceries and sick necessities you’d brought over on the stairs so you could slide out of your heavy snow covered boots.

“Hi baby, how r’ you feeling?” you asked him with a voice full of sticky sweetness and adoration. His face changed in that moment from shock to guilty, you felt the change floating in the air like oil through water.

“What are you doing here?” He asked louder than either of you had expected, causing you to turn his way fully as you began to undo the ties of your coat.

“I came to check on you, bring you some-”

“Why?” He scoffed, tucking the blanket to cover himself from the breezing air flow of the open hall. You were wearing a red corduroy skirt, with black stocking underneath and a cream sweater that didn’t even compare to how soft your hair was laid across your shoulders. You looked at him like he hung up the stars, even though you were the brightest thing about his life.

“Robin called me worried about you saying you called out because you were sick. So I canceled the tree plans to come check on you because you didn’t call me. I even whipped up some Chicken and Rice soup and scrunched up a couple medicines.”

“You shouldn’t have done that, I’m fine Y/N. You should go get your tree and I’ll see you on Friday like you planned.” he brushed off your kindness,

“Well I wanted to take care of you.” you told him shyly, "You haven't been around as often."

“Okay thanks.” he shook his head, body and tone still uncomfortable and unmatched of your own tenderness.

“Do you not want me here or something?” You scoffed with affection grabbing the bag from the stairs, stepping in front of him giddy with untamable affection.

“No.” He answered quickly and when your face dropped, his own heart went with it when you backed away from him. “No, I mean yes but not right now. I’m just-”

“It’s fine, Steve." You cut him off, turning away and grabbing your stuff. "I get it, I’m sorry I could’ve called.” he stopped you putting out his hand as an olive branch. You took it without hesitation, sniffling away the tears that built up for weeks of you arguing and avoiding each other.

“Don’t you dare apologize, especially to me.” He took your reddened cheeks in his hands as he pressed a kiss to your temple, “I’m just being an idiot, I’m sorry but I’m not even sick so you doing all this nice shit over-”

“I know you’re not sick, Steve. You’re a terrible faker.” You said factually, with a teasing tone. Still not looking at him but rather at your wiggling toes against the shiny floor.

“Oh really now? Robin didn’t tell you anything.”

“Well the strange, ‘Steve wanted my shift the same day he always has off’ the one day I could go tree picking with you. Then calling out and claiming illness, and not calling me is pretty obvious.” You let the bag fall again, his shoulders relaxed as you tugged on the length of his blanket. “Are you breaking up with me?” you asked with furrowed brows and a whimper to your voice.

“No!” Steve yelled, “No never no, I-I love you so much. You are my favorite everything Y/N.” He wrapped you both in the blanket tugging you flush against him. “I just have a hard time with the holidays, I don’t really know what to do with myself. I didn’t want to be embarrassed, it was a lot of pressure.” You both held each other silently letting the fear wash over both of you, until you giggled into his neck.

“I love you, Steve. Honestly, just talking to me would’ve saved us both a headache.” He sighed heavy as he wrapped his arms tighter around you, head resting on your chin.

“Jeez, what are we gonna do with me?” he whispered into your scalp, the fluffy hair on his chest tickling your cheek as you were held by his heart.

“I can think of one.” You pursed your lips, closing your eyes with your chin held high awaiting a kiss. He obliged you immediately, cupping your cheeks in his hands to accurately press his lips to yours. His hands were freezing, sending a shiver and gasp involuntarily out of you. Steve took the opportunity to lick into your mouth, tasting-ly. Pulling back before you could reciprocate, you whined gripping his biceps accidentally pushing off his blanket.

"I'm sorry." He whispered, nose brushing against yours.

"I didn't mean to pressure you, you just seem so sad."

"You make me happy."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, you could meet me in an ice cream shop above a secret Russian base. While enjoying strawberry more than chocolate ice cream and you'll still make me happy."

"Well, if our circumstances of meeting are the worst part of the relationship, I think that's a pretty good incentive to making better more normal memories, yeah?"

"Maybe." He kissed the tip of your still pink nose.

"Maybe, we could go back to my place? It's always freezing here." You added with a shiver making the hairs on your arms stand up.

"Not when you're here. Just stay here a second longer." His lips moved with their own incentive. It didn't take much convincing on either of your parts before you were upstairs in his room. A path of clothes thrown haphazardly off of each other through broken giggles and soft kisses, until your just in under clothes. He holds you to him as he opens the door to his room, and your feet barely touch the floor as he twirls the two of you around. Bringing you down with him as he falls backward on the bed with a thud. Kissing you with fondness, sweet like the honey color of his eyes. You loved him so much it hurt like the side pains after laughing so hard you teared up. Like when you realize that magic might not be real but people were and kindness. Kindness and compassion were the real magic. People found a reason to be with each other, even if it was once a year. Steve never had that. Everything in his life was transactional, Christmas, school, his parents, most other relationships. Those few closet to him probably haven't ever seen this side either. The checkered boy room with little to no traces of living aside from Steve's nightstand with Polaroids of everyone scattered about. A bin in his closet kept hidden away where he'd kept his Scoops Ahoy name tag, a letter from a pen-pal in sixth grade, ticket stubs of every drive in movie. Some more Polaroids for his eyes only you'd given him after you first started dating, and he'd left his shirt in your room. Even as you lay on top of him now, kisses sucked into your neck, his strong hands massaging your sides in worship. You couldn't help what words came out next.

"Come with me." You begged him breathlessly opening your eyes to see his lips swollen and slick, hair haloed and shaggy around his face and sheets. Like melting caramel against the ugly grey and navy bedding.

"Already babe, I haven't even touched you." He mumbled rocking his pelvis into yours, forcing your legs to accommodate him more with a thigh on either side of his hips. You sat up taller straddling him, a pout etched into your face.

"No, I mean. Come home with me, lets live together. I'll get rid of things you can bring whatever you want, I can dip into my tuition nest egg and buy whatever we need for the apartment. Make it yours too, or we can find another one that you like better. I just want you all to myself." He sat up holding onto your waist so you didn't fall, making you squeak with the shift in position. Your heart sank as his eyes were so wide they could've jumped out of his skull.

“What?” he asked as his breath caught in his throat, a pure swell of undoubtable happiness warming him from the tip of his nose down to his sock covered feet.

“It’s just, I wasn’t lying Stevie. I wanna take care of you, you give so much to every-” He kissed you, desperately. Teeth clashing and tongues forming together making you dizzy enough to loose balance upright on your knees. Pulling back to gasp for air, a string of spit connecting you to him. He wiped it away, tucking his head into your chest.

“You’re perfect. I’ll do anything to make you happy.”

“Even picking out a Christmas Tree with me?”

“I will grow you a damn Christmas Tree, even better I’ll get the kids to help me chop down one in my backyard!”

“Stevie! That’s dangerous.”

“Well, sweets.

Danger.

Is.

My middle name.” He trailed four kisses down your body, stopping just shy of your covered mound. Hooking his fingers under the band of your underwear, biting your hip making you buck up long enough for him to shimmy them off your legs.

“I thought your middle name was Alexander?”

“You won’t your own name once I’m done with you.” He said sultry, kneeling at the foot of the bed. Yanking your ankles to bring you closer to his mouth, spreading your legs wide and over his shoulders. You were beautiful, regardless what you were doing but letting him take care of you. Make you feel good and be vulnerable, made his head spin. Your lips were sticky with arousal, he could smell your sweet nectar begging for him to taste you. Marks still slightly visible from last time, he started there sucking and biting the mailable flesh.

“Stevie, please-” You cried out, hands trying to find purchase with his. He stopped sucking a bruise, eyes blown wide when he found yours. Locking your hands to your sides,

“Your so sweet, baby. Asking so nicely.” He chastely kissed on your hood, tongue licking underneath to wet and flick at your clit. You groaned and threw you head back, “So sweet, baby. Keep your legs open for me. I have a lot of apologizing to do down here.”

“Stevie, no I want you. Please.” You writhed on the bed trying to keep your legs spread for him, he blew cool air at your entrance causing you to clench around nothing. You body craved to be filled, senses overwhelmed of one thing: Steve, Steve, Steve!

“Just wanna warm you up, we have all the time in the world sweets. Wanna wreck this bed before leaving.” He was antagonizing you, teasing with his pretty words and slightly movements you couldn’t even respond him. He licked a line from your entrance to your clit, groaning at your taste. Hips colliding with the end of his bed to relieve pressure as he sucked your clit into his mouth. Rolling the bud with his tongue, your nail dug into his knuckles as you shook with ecstasy.

“ ‘S so good, Stevie. Don’t stop-” You were so pent up from earlier all it took was a few more rolls of his tongue against you and for you to fall apart. Concentrating on keeping your legs open for him, as he licked you clean. Nudging his nose against your sensitive clit, he let go of one of your hands tangling it in his hair.

“Hold it out of my face, baby. I want one more before I cum inside you.” He coated his fingers with your release, slowly sliding in one as his tongue still fucked into you. You couldn’t help rocking your hips against his face when he added another finger inside you. Scissoring, stretching you and rubbing against your spongy spot. You tugged at his locks when he came back up to suck at your clit again, you didn’t even notice the heat break in your belly until you gushed and clenched around his fingers. You pushed at his forehead from sensitivity, barely able to catch your breath when you pulled him up to kiss you. lips and chins dripping of you. Trailing your nails down his soft tummy following the happy trail underneath his boxers, you met him halfway stroking his thick cock with your slick. Still coating his hand, pre-cum dripping from his tip making the sounds completely pornographic.

“ ‘m not gonna last baby, want you so bad.” He whispered against your lips, breathing heavy with a sheen of sweat layering you both in the smell of sex.

“Need you too, wanted you ages ago.” You sassed, making him laugh against your cheek as he stood. You wrapped your legs around his waist, his cock twitched when it brushed against the inside of your thigh.

“You gotta big mouth on you, sweet girl.”

“You better do something about it, Harrington.” With a roguish grin he ran his length over your clit once before pushing ever so slightly inside. Taking your breaths away, you were the girl and only girl who could take Steve’s fat cock completely. He just has to ease you into it, inch by inch until his hip bone grazed the back of your thighs. Steve stood tall and far enough away you couldn’t kiss him from where you were sprawled out under him. You pulled and squeezed at your breasts still contained by your bra. His cock glistening with your slick as he pulled his hips back, then pushing deeper inside his sack pressed tight against your ass. Steve nearly loss his balance when you clenched around him, putting his hands under your knees. Folding you in half made it feel like he was in your throat, he leaned over you the pressure of his body as he set a ruthless pace set flames in your abdomen. Pounding his cock into you over and over again moaning out praises as he bullied all the way to your cervix. Punching breaths out of you watching as your tits bounced, you had enough pulling him fully on top you. Hands indenting his shoulders as your hips met his, clit pulsing and with need.

“You feel so good. Shit, shit- I’m cumming, cumming inside.” Steve’s core tighten as he ran two finger over your clit, heat erupted across your body. You milked Steve dry, his warm seed and your three orgasms dripping from each others groin. You pulled him on top of you, comforted by his weight on you as his cock softened inside you.

“Do you really want too?” You asked in the post orgasm bliss, running a hair through his now tangled locks. “I don’t want to trap you with amazing sex and joy but it’s definitely a perk.” Steve rose onto his elbows, still seated inside you. Brushing the hair out of your face, with softness.

“I’m sure we can wreck this bed a lot more than just cum stains.” Pushing at his chest, he pulled out of you gently. Scurrying to his bathroom where you listened as he turned on the faucet in the shower. Sitting up, he came back with all his glory. Hand raised for you to take, the same olive branch you’d given him at Starcourt. All this time. “I can’t wait to spend Christmas in our home, together.”

You’d never been so excited to spend the holidays with anyone else.

Masterlist

#steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #steve harrington #stranger things #stranger things season 3 #oneshot #no minors allowed #reader insert #tis the season #holiday themed

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nautiscarader · 10 months ago

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Va Banque

Max/Roxanne, G (Ao3)

"Alright, I'm gonna get this one."

The teenage girl gripped her notepad and leaned towards the TV screen, as if it would help her chances…

"This rock star from the 90s is most well-known for hits like "I2I"and "Stand out".

Cold sweat rushed down Monique's spine, and her hands trembled, as she stuttered her would-be answer.

"Er… Who is…Who is…?"

But as the buzzer rang through her ears, she realised she has made a grave mistake. She looked at her parents and saw, to her utter humiliation, wide grins on their faces.

"Who is Powerline?", Max and Roxanne asked in unison, together with the host in the studio.

"How much did you bet?", he addressed the equally stumped contestant.

"Everything…", Monique whispered, looking down at her scores.

"Oh, honey…", Roxanne hugged her daughter, "Don't feel too bad. You got all the answers right in the 'Modern Masterpieces' category"

"Yeah, and I blew it all", she slumped deeper into the couch, her arms crossed.

"Well", Roxanne continued gently stroking her daughter's auburn hair,"That will teach you not to jump the gun. Right honey?"

She turned right, but was met with empty seat, as Max got up.

"Be right back, I have an idea. Keep watching."

And they did - and Monique performed surprisingly well with questions about regular history, cars, and to Roxanne's slight concern, she even knew a few "Potent potables".

By the time the commercial break rolled in, she was half-way back to her original score. But any thoughts she might have had have evaporated from her head when her dad came back from upstairs… especially since had to do a double-take, as she couldn't recognise him - or maybe she didn't want to.

"Oh. My. God", she gasped looking at the neon-yellow costume, combined with single-panel wide glasses he was wearing.

"M-Max!", Roxanne cheered.

"How do you like it, fam?", he asked, striking up a pose. "Still fits, after all these years!"

Monique was about to correct him, but her mom's foot already has collided with hers, indicating that being right is not always correct.

"It sure does honey", she continued, "But why would you-"

"Well, I wanted to give our baby a bit of a lesson. In history, music…. and dance."

Monique's eyes opened wide, as the meaning of these words hit her.

"No, no, no! Anything but that! I choose death!"

"Monique!", Roxanne fumed, "Your dad wa- is a great dancer. That's how we got together, after all…"

Her voice became mellow and dreamy, as she turned towards her husband, loading an old CD to an equally old CD player he brought with him.

"Fine, but I still don't buy how could you fall in love with hi-"

But before Monique could finish, the catchy beat started playing, and with the rhythm Max Goof started… dancing. Not waddling awkwardly, as she would have suspected, but filling every single note perfectly.

He even moonwalked through their living room, turning on the spot only to perform it again and again. And as he danced, Monique suddenly noticed the way her mom stared at him - though she had to do a double-take as well, as she was almost sure this single moment has made her two decades younger… She was twiddling with her hair, for goodness' sake! And… unless she was very much mistaken… she could see flashes of colour reflecting in her eyes, even though the TV screen was dimmed…

"Okay… maybe I CAN see why you fell for him…"

"Oh, just you wait", Max suddenly interrupted her, "Cos then there was the part when I got on a rope and PJ was flying me all around the room and-"

Roxanne took a second too long to wake up from her mesmerised state, her eyes widening in anticipation of the inevitable.

"No, Maxie, don't-!"

But it was too late. With the last portion of the beat, Max jumped into the air… and landed on his face with grace of a brick just as the music faded away.

"Dad!"

"Max! Are you alright?!"

"Yeah, yeah, I'm fine", he replied, accepting help from the two. "But hey, now you know who you can thank for inheriting your dancing skills."

"It runs in your whole family, honey", Roxanne quickly replied, "Your dad was great at disco."

"Mom, grandpa Goofy's dances are ancient, as if he was from 1940s…"

"Monique!", Roxanne fumed again, "Watch your tongue, young lady!"

"Mom, last time he took me fishing, he tried to wind up a spring… in my smartwatch!"

She showed her the electronic device on her wrist, but her accusatory tone changed, as she continued.

"…The scary part is that he succeeded…"

"Well, he is a man of many talents, only some of them can be understood by us, mortals.", Max leaned back.

"Sure. Good thing I didn't inherit that 'goof' gene…"

"Oh? Then what is that?"

Roxanne took her phone out, and to Monique's horror, loaded a video of her - dancing in her room, shaking her butt to the tune in her headphones.

"MOM! YOU'VE RECORDED ME?"

"The door was open, honey", she giggled, "You know the rules…"

"DELETE THIS!", Monique flailed her hands, trying to take her mom's phone away.

"Fine, fine", Roxanne complied with her demand, "But I gotta ask, what is this song about? 'I-seek, I-saac, Newt-on, Newt-off'? What's up with those lyrics?"

"Ugh.", Monique groaned and leaned onto her mom's shoulder, "It's about love, like every song ever. It mentions 'law of attraction'. But you can pretend it will help me with physics".

"Speaking oh which…", her dad chimed in, turning the TV volume back on.

"PHamous PHysicists", the host read the name of another category, and Monique once again was back in action…

Notes:

Goofy is from 1940s, and the bit about "winding up spring" refers to one of my favourite shorts, "Clock Cleaners", though it is Donald doing that part.

The whole "I seek Isaac" song is a parody of Aden Foyer's "Galileo Galilei", which curiously mentions gravity... which Galileo did not discover. I mean, he wrote a heck lot about objects falling in the field and the curves they'd follow, but when you say "gravity", you think of Newton. Now if only Foyer had song about pendulums...

Oh, and the title of the fic is the Polish name of "Jeopardy!", and it means "all in".

#nautiscaraderfics #maxanne #max x roxanne #max goof #roxanne

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kpop---scenarios · 3 years ago

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Cravings || One

Pairing: Vampire! Hongjoong x Reader

Warning: None Yet

Word Count: 3.1k

A/N: If you would like to be tagged, let me know!

"Babe, hey babe." Your boyfriend, Chad calls out to you, as you're sitting at the kitchen table, running over over bills again and trying to figure out how the fuck you're going to try to pay everything. You worked damn hard, and barely had anything to show for it. Ever since Chad had moved in a few months ago, without an invitation, you were stressed. Everything had gone up and doubled since he hadn't left, and he also hadn't contributed anything financially towards the household. You paid for rent, utilities, groceries and you even paid when the two of you went out for dinner. Chad worked full time, but where his money was going, you had no fucking idea. He constantly went out with his 'boys' , often coming home obliterated, and just expecting you to have your legs spread open for him when he rolled in, apparently that was your duty as his girlfriend, according to him. As if not contributing and acting like a man child was such a turn on. Not to mention the countless hours he spent on your gaming console, yelling and talking to his friends, leaving you no time to play any games that you like, unless you wanted to wake up a few hours before you had to work to sneak on it. But by the time you got home from work, cleaned up the messes he made throughout the day, made yourself dinner, showered and got into your PJ'S, you were too damn tired to do anything. You knew you had to wake up the next day and do it all over again, so any sleep you got was precious.

A part of you often wondered why you were in this relationship with him. Maybe you were scared to be alone, maybe you didn't think you could do any better than him, but you stuck with him, because for some reason, you loved the guy.

"What do you want, Chad?" You sigh, walking into the living room where he's sprawled out on the couch, headset on and his match paused. "I'm trying to figure out bills, you know that thing that keeps us warm, and with light and hot water, that you said you'd help pay and haven't."

"Yeah, babe, can you go to the corner store and get those Takis, you know the ones I like? The not so spicy ones though babe, cause remember I have acid reflux, and a diet coke." He says, turning back to the screen, laughing at something said through his head phones.

You could feel the rage building up inside of you, awfully quick, and it was seeping out of you even quicker.

"Are you going to pay for said snacks?" You ask, trying to keep your voice calm.

"What?" He laughs. "Babe, no, come on. I'm broke. I don't get paid again for two weeks. You know this."

"You just got paid yesterday." You breathe through gritted teeth. "Where the hell did all your money go?" You ask, your hands balled into fists.

"You know babe, I had the fantasy football league entry, plus I owed Kyle money for the keg bomber last weekend, and I took the boys out for supper yesterday. Shit adds up." He says, never looking at you, only focusing on the game.

"And that's my problem, why exactly? Why is it always on me just because you're not financially stable. Grow up, you're 35 for christ sakes!" You yell. You stomp to the kitchen, grabbing your purse and slipping on your shoes before heading back into the living room.

"Yeah, she's got her shoes and purse." He laughs. "She's definitely going to get my stuff."

"You know what Chad? I'm definitely not going to get your snacks, get your own fucking snacks, Chaaad. I'm going for a drink, with my own goddamn money." You spit, storming out of the house.

You're wandering down the street, like you had been for the last thirty five minutes, and finally you found somewhere that looked decent enough. You walk in, and the lights are on very low, the place is almost dark, had it not been for the red lights swinging above tables, or the string of red lights wrapping around the ceiling. Your eyes wander the open floor of seating as a soft beat vibrates through the building. Every person in here who was sitting with someone was leaning closely to that person, seemingly having an intense conversation. The vibes felt dark and eerie, but you welcomed it, you enjoyed it instead of being around Chad's fuck boy mentality. You walk towards the bar, sliding onto one of the empty bar stools and setting your purse on your lap. Your eyes were looking down when you felt a presence standing in front of you. You look up and see quite possibly the most beautiful man you have ever seen.

"What can I get for you?" He asks, his voice is deep, yet so smooth and calming.

"Double vodka and coke please, and for the love of god, keep them coming." You sigh. After your comment you see the slightest hint of a smile appear on his lips, disappearing even quicker than it came.

"Bad day?" He asks, beginning to pour your drink.

"Bad relationship." You groan. He nods his head as he slides your drink towards you.

"Wanna talk about it?" He asks, leaning on the bar with his chin resting on his hands as he waits for you to speak. You look into his eyes, and they're so warm and mesmerizing, you felt safe and secure, like you could tell him anything. Which is exactly what you did.

"What's your name?" You ask.

"Hongjoong." He replies. "You?"

"Y/N."

"Okay Y/N, what's bothering you?"

"My boyfriend, we've been together for just over a year, and well.. he's something, and not the good something like people usually say. He moved in with me, without even asking me if I wanted to, and I just kind of accepted it. He doesn't pay anything, no bills, rent, groceries, nothing. It's all on me, even though he does work full time. He forgot my birthday, went out and got absolutely plastered with his 'boys'. On Valentine's Day, he took me out for dinner, and can you guess who was there?" You ask.

"His boys?" He answered.

"You sir, are correct. I was ignored the entire evening, and then he and his boys left, I ended up paying the bill, and I had to uber home because he had driven us there. Not to mention the fact that he assumes I'm just there for his pleasure, expecting me to be spread eagle for him whenever he decides to show up." You finish, chugging your drink as you try not to gag on the strong taste of vodka.

"Why are you with him then? He doesn't sound like he contributes to the relationship at all, so why do you stay?" He asks.

'Honestly, I'm not entirely sure." You answer as he slides another drink in front of you.

"Now that's a bullshit excuse." He replies. "There's a reason that you clearly don't want to admit."

"Do you ever smile?" You ask him.

"No." He answers. "Now, why won't you leave him?"

"Because it's safe, I guess? I don't know if I can do any better than him." You shrug.

"Y/N, you have no idea how much better you could do." He says.

From the moment Hongjoong had a whiff of the scent that was coming into his bar, he knew that it was the scent of the one. He intensely watched the door, waiting for the one it belonged too to walk through the door. As soon as you did, it was almost as though his heart could have started beating once again, the ice cold blood that ran through his body could have turned warm just by the sight of you. He isn't sure what it is about you, but he had always been told that he would know when he found the one, and having been alive for over a century, he had just assumed that it wasn't in the cards for him, and now he knows why. Because all his life he had been waiting for you. The person that he would do anything for, the person that he would be anything for had finally walked into his life, and for once he felt an ounce of hope, until, you had mentioned the filthy human you were in a relationship with, not to mention one that treated you like absolute garage, and you had assumed that no one better would love you, but shit were you ever wrong. He was standing right in front of you, and though you had just met him, he loved you with everything he had and would do anything and everything to protect you.

"I appreciate your advice, Hongjoong, but it's getting late and I have to work tomorrow." You sigh. "How much do I owe you?" You ask, grabbing your card from your wallet.

"It's on me." He tells you, grabbing your empty glass.

"Well thank you." You smile. "It was nice meeting you." You tell him as you slide off the stool.

"You too." He says, watching you walk away from him.

That night when you got home, you couldn't get Hongjoong off your mind, a smile spread across your face as you walked through your front door, and headed into the living room, then it instantly dropped. Chad had not moved from the spot you had previously left him in a few hours ago. "Oh, babe." He says, sucking the cheeto dust from his fingers. "Kyle brought me some snacks, since you threw a huge temper tantrum about my snacks, you can just venmo or cash app him, k?" He says, going back to playing his game.

You went to bed that night, dreaming of one man, who was not your man.

Over the next few weeks, you had absolutely no desire to be at home. So you headed to the bar that Hongjoong worked at, everyday after work for a drink, or two, or four. In those weeks the two of you spent an ample amount of time getting to know each other, you were sure he knew you better than Chad ever did. You didn't want to see Chad, you didn't want to be near him and it was bad enough that he constantly texted you throughout the day, sending you lists of things to buy from the grocery store, as if he wasn't able to do it himself. But much to your surprise, he didn't text you when you never came home with his snacks, he didn't check in with you throughout the day, and honestly it no longer bothered you.

You felt your feelings for Hongjoong deepen with every encounter the two of you had, every time you saw him it was like nothing you had ever felt with Chad, your emotions were amplified around Hongjoong and you weren't sure how much longer you could keep them hidden.

"One more." You tell Hongjoong, as you set down your fourth glass.

You can tell he wants to smile, but he's too good at controlling his emotions. "You've had enough, I'm cutting you off." He tells you.

You pout, trying to give him your best puppy dog eyes, but absolutely nothing got to the man and it was frustrating as fuck.

"A bad storm is coming, you should probably get home." He tells you, drying off some glasses.

"I don't want to go home, he's there." You scoff, just thinking about Chad made you want to vomit. "I guess I could just get a motel room, at that place across the street." You say, pointing over to the run down motel, that had flickering lights, and probably a rat and cockroach infestation.

"You will do no such thing." Hongjoong replies. "You can stay at my place." He says. "Give me a minute." He walks from around the bar, towards the back of the building, and you can't help but to turn in your stool and watch him walk away, damn he looks good.

Within seconds he's back, grabbing your bag and scooping you up into his arms as he effortlessly carries you out the door.

"I can walk." You object.

"I know." He says, his face stone cold.

"You're very pale." You tell him, as if he didn't know.

"I know." He replies, unlocking the door to his car.

"And you're very cold." You say.

He sighs. "I know." He finishes as he slides you into the passenger seat of his car.

As soon as he started his car, the rain began pouring as thunder and lightning jolted the sky.

"You were right, there's a storm." You say, watching out your window.

"I know." He replies, this time it sounded different. You turned to look at him, hoping you'd catch him smiling but no such luck.

He continues driving, taking you out into the middle of nowhere, out of city limits, this was it, this was probably when you died. You panicked slightly but you felt it in your entire body that he was not going to murder you, at least not that night.

Hongjoong pulls up to a gate, punching in a few numbers to open the gate, which just blocked off a winding road. You squinted as you tried to see where you were going but it was far too dark for you to see anything, until you pulled up to a beautiful mid-century mansion that made your mouth drop. It was absolutely stunning and you couldn't believe that he lived there.

"Seriously? This is where you live?" You say.

"MY family, but yeah." He answers, parking the car near the entrance.

He hops out of his seat, walking towards your side to open the door for you, pulling you inside before you get too wet. He dragged you up a large flight of stairs, not letting you admire the inside of his house. He put you inside a large room, with a large bed and a bathroom ensuite. "There's towels if you want to shower, I'll be back in a bit to check on you." He says, avoiding all eye contact before walking out of the room.

You let out a deep breath as you take off your heels, unbutton your pants and unhook your bra, placing it all next to the bed. You sit down on the bed in your underwear and t-shirt, wondering what to do, until your phone rings.

Looking at the caller ID, you didn't want to answer it, but you felt it would be unfair for you to do so.

"Hello?" You answer.

"Hey babe, it's me.. it's Chad." He says.

"I know who it is." You sigh.

"Look.. I know you've been terrible, oh, wait, I mean I've been terrible in our relationship lately but I want to make almonds." He says. "No idiot, it's amends." You hear from the background.

"Are you kidding me right now? Do you seriously have Brad over to help you?" You yell.

"Well yeah, he noticed that we were drifting apart and offered to help me get you back." Chad explains.

You get up off the bed, pacing on the hardwood floors as you tried to process what he just said to you.

"The fact that you didn't even notice that we were drifting apart is all that I need to hear. You know what, Chad? I'm done. I'm done with this relationship, I'm done with you. Just get out of my apartment, I'm over it." You yell, hanging up the phone.

You stand there, taking deep breaths as you replay the conversation you just had, he didn't even care enough to notice that you'd been pulling away. That kind of hurt, but then again it was Chad. He was never very perceptive.

A knock at the door before it suddenly opens, reveals Hongjoong, walking into the room. He tried to play it cool with the fact that you were practically naked in front of it.

"I heard yelling. You okay?" He asks as lightning strikes, causing the power to flicker.

"Chad called, he had his friend Brad over to feed him lines because Brad noticed we were drifting apart." You explain. "But I did it. I ended things." You proudly admit.

"Good for you." He says, staring at you, while you stare back at him. A crack of thunder hits loudly, making you jump, and within seconds Hongjoong's arms are wrapped around you, like he was protecting you. You look at him and he looks at you, and before you can tell yourself not to, your lips are pressed against him, and he is kissing you back.

The kiss turns passionate and needy in seconds, both of your desires for one another coming out without any control. He moves you both to the bed, laying you down as he hovers over you, his strong arms keeping him above you. You wrap your arms and legs around him, pulling his body closer to yours, feeling him near was all you'd wanted. His ice cold fingers touch your stomach as he begins to lift your shirt up, you can feel his cock slowly becoming harder. You begin lifting his shirt, when his phone rings. He stands up, whispering an apology before answering his phone, barely speaking any words.

"I'm so sorry, Y/N. I have some things to take care of." He says.

"Oh, yeah, no problem." You say, sitting on the edge of the bed.

"Get some sleep." He tells you before walking out of the bedroom door, leaving you alone once again.

You tried to fight the exhaustion you felt, but it was far too hard. You got snuggled underneath the blankets, watching the door, hoping he would come back but your eyelids got too heavy for you to keep open, and you swiftly drifted off to sleep, finally feeling some peace.

The warm sun was shining into the room, waking you up. You let out a little stretch before opening your eyes, only to see five men standing around you. You sit up, moving to the wall, as these men stare at you. You looked at them all, and they all looked similar to Hongjoong. Pale skin, dark eyes, dark head, blood red lips.

"Who are you?" One of them asks.

"Y/N." You whisper.

Another one speaks up, looking at the other four men. "Who the fuck brought a human home?"

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basilly · 3 years ago

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christmas in july | sbi x reader , wilbur x reader

summary: wilbur gets into the christmas mood in july and of course everyone had to join in

note: hdbsdj ok i heard tubbo and ranboo (confirmed) are now a part of sbi and my brain started going brrr and ik its not xmas but- here we are

tommy, tubbo, and ranboo are around 8 in this and it is a reader x wilbur :)

pronouns: they/them

warnings: cursing

not edited

. the whole 'christmas in july' started all because wilbur was in the christmas mood

. phil and the trio would be walking by his bedroom when he hears christmas music playing out of it

. curious, he knocks and opens the door

"wilbur? you know its july right-" "i know! i just got hit with the christmas mood. the lights, decorating the tree, christmas traditions, . . ."

. as he trailed on, phil swore he saw tubbo's eyes grow so large and full of excitement

. soon enough, tubbo is tugging on phils shirt

"phil phil phil! can we have christmas now?" "not til december tubzo."

. it was like a lightbulb flashes above wilbur's head

"what about christmas in july! we can do all the christmas stuff, but in july!"

. the kids were hooked- it really didn't take too much convincing though

. except techno-

"what the actual- why are we doing this?"

. so, wilbur IMMEDIATELY called you and let you know of your plans

. you had been childhood friends with techno and wilbur, so it was no surprise to anyone when you showed up to help

. although once you and wilbur kinda of (?) got together, techno's been the third wheel

. first things first, decor

. tubbo would throw tinsel all over the tree while tommy ran around doing garland

. granted they cant reach very high though, so only the bottom looks decorated-

. ranboo and wilbur are hanging up ornaments higher up

. when it comes to the star, ranboo tommy and tubbo would stack up on one another to put it on

. very cute, lots of pictures and camcorder moments

"be careful tubbo- you got it?" "mhm!"

*whispers to phil* "did you get that on camera?" "of course i am."

. tommy definitely knows about wilbur's crush and he tried to hang up mistletoe wherever he could

. at one point when he is on wilbur's shoulders, he points wilbur over to your direction

"hi tommy! looking real tall on-" "KISS KISS KISS KISS"

. he whipped out mistletoe from his pocket

. wilbur's blushing so hard and you're just laughing, although flustered

. you press a quick kiss to his cheek before walking off to hang up the wreath

. and of course, you need yo go shopping for gifts and items!

. for secret santa ofc

. wilbur would go around SCOURING for your name and trading

"come on techno, just give me y/n's name. please."

. once he does, everyone gets ready to go to the store

. aka phil gives the trio money and they drag techno around because techno doesn't care what they buy

. phil goes off on his own and buys everyone matching christmas pjamas

. but ranboo was pannicking a lot because he wanted his gift to be perfect

. before they do the gift exchange, tommy insisted on baking cookies

. techno was forced into helping you with the cookies-

. he just keeps knocking things over and you're just stifling giggles

"techno have you ever baked before??" "y/n i only make make potatoes-"

. just staring at one another, covered in flour and frosting

. fhsjkf matching pjs and decorating cookies <333

. but CHRISTMAS CAROLS

. wilbur teaching the trio carols and they're so off-key but also SO CUTE

. philza again with the camcorder and techno is ringing the bells while they sing

. techno's just like -_-

"do i have to do this phil?" "yes, it's for the memories." "can't we just make them another time?" "techno."

. and finally it's gift time!

. wilbur got you something you've had your eye on for weeks

. techno got everyone dirty potatoes that we wrote your name on in sharpie

. tommy gave everyone dirt

. tubbo and ranboo, being the sweet ones, gave out handmade gifts

. except for tommy who screams "FUCK YOU!"

. philza got custom socks and mugs

. after the gift exchange, it would be time for their movie marathon

. aka lots of cuddles

. philza and tubbo cuddling on one end, you and wilbur with tommy in the middle, then ranboo slightly cuddling up to techno

. techno is trying to get used to the contact, but his angry facade def breaks

. as the night gets later, wilbur has a bit too much eggnog

"hey, you know what? santa think you guys suck. like the worst!"

. tubbo is about to cry and tommy has his jaw open

"santa HATES you and thinks you guys are SHIT." "WILBUR SOOT."

. you try to shut his mouth and he just has a cheeky grin

"kiss me then-" "EW THATS GROSS!"

. tommy doesn't know how to feel anymore-

. to add onto it, techno just adds,

"haha santa isn't real."

. absolutely breaks the children

. tears EVERYWHERE

. philza quickly pulls him aside-

"techno you better shut your trap, i will murder you."

"HAHA JUST KIDDING santa is VERY REAL guys"

. the boys look at you for reassurance

"santa is very real and he doesn't hate you guys, you've been very good."

. needless to say, christmas in july felt more eventful than regular christmas

this is such a long post fjghsdk @dysfunctionalcrab @yamturds @cr0wbonezz-wr1ting-inc @mitzimania @inniterhq @cherios @acidtabletz @chubbity @ttakinou

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xoxo-teddybear · 4 years ago

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Viagra Prank - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: smut, f!receiving, male masterbation, needy Bakugou, sexual touching

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Summary: After a dumb argument, Y/N decides to punish Bakugou by avoiding him while he’s superrrrrr horny

A/N: NOT SPELL CHECKED

Bakugou and Y/N had been arguing for an hour already. They have been talking about Y/N cheating on him.....IN A FUCKING DREAM. Yes it really scared Bakugou and he did wanna talk to Y/N about it, but he just went about it in the wrong way and so, this led to the arguing and yelling. Bakugou knew he was in the wrong, but he was too stubborn to apologize, at least verbally. Usually, that was okay for Y/N, because at least he showed when he was sorry. But this time, all she wanted was a soft and genuine “I’m sorry.”

Instead of apologizing verbally, Bakugou attempted to make up for it through his actions. He bought Y/N another teddy bear to go along with the others he got her, bought her a bouquet of roses and gourmet chocolates, and spent the entire day with her. At night, he held you close and filled your ears with sweet nothings like “I’m so lucky I have you,” “I don’t know how you deal with me, Teddy Bear, but thank you,” and “I’ll forever love you, Y/N.”

After seeing he put a little extra effort into this very “Bakugou” apology, Y/N forgave him, but she still wasn’t letting him off the hook. She wanted to punish him at least a little, but the question was “how?” She discussed it with Bakugou’s closest friends to give her ideas.

“You could ignore him all day.” The red head said, “he has a free day tomorrow, so I can imagine he plans on spending every second of it with you.”

“Nah, since he has a free day, I would love to spend time with him too. I don’t wanna ignore him, just mess with him a little to get back at him.” You said.

“What about one of those kinky couples do? A sexual punishment. Orgasm denial, overstimula-“

“NEXXTTTTT” you, Kirishima, and Kaminari said, cutting off Sero’s nasty thoughts. Besides, you and Bakugou were that kinky couple. And you knew he enjoyed all that stuff. The freaky bastard. You were getting nowhere until Kaminari said something unexpectedly smart.

“What about viagra?” He recommended.

“What?” You questioned.

“Viagra. You can buy it at any pharmacy and just crush up the pill into a powder and give it to Bakugou in a drink. It’s gonna make this man insanely horny, and to punish him, just deny him every time.” He said sipping his drink.

“I-.....that’s perfect!” You said

“Wow Kaminari, nice plan.” Mina said.

“Thank you.......hey can I get some more boneless ice?” Annddddd dunce face is back. Someone get this boy his water.

Doesn’t matter though, now all you have to do is buy the viagra and you’re set. That night, you and Mina went to the pharmacy together and bought the pills. When you went to sleep, you saw Bakugou waiting for you in the room.

“Jeez babe, what took so long? I was waiting here for like 2 hours!” Bakugou pouted. You laughed and kissed him.

“I’m sorry Suki, but not everyone goes to bed at 8 on a Friday night.” You said taking off your jacket and changing into your pjs. You climbed into bed as Bakugou defended himself.

“Well neither do I, but I woke up mad early today.” He said wrapping his arms around you. You pecked his forehead and tried to get some sleep, excited for the next day.

“Yeah, yeah you big baby. Just get some sleep.” As you both cuddled up, you layed with a devious smirk as an unknowing Pomeranian slept peacefully above you.

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That morning, you woke up early with Bakugou to work out together. As Bakugou got ready, you prepped his drinks. You placed 3 bottles of water in Bakugou’s gym bag and opened up one of them. Taking the viagra pill out, you placed it in a bowl and used the bottle cap to crush the pill to a powder. You poured the dust into the water, put the cap back on and shook the bottle. After seeing the bottle still looked normal, you subtly marked it and placed it back in his bag. When he came, ready to go you gave him the bag and you guys made your way to the gym.

After working out for a few minutes, Bakugou took a huge gulp of water. You noticed it was the bottle you marked and smiled. After a few minutes, Bakugou was starting to feel...something. He didn’t know what it was, but now he was staring at you...more than usual. Your body covered glistened in your sweat and the image of you like that was burned into Bakugou’s mind. The heavy breathing you did only accentuated his need for you and the way your body looked everytime you stretched or moved. God, he knew you were hot, but something about you today just hit different.

Bakugou walked up to you and held your waist.

“Suki?” You looked up at him with an innocent face that made him bite his lips.

“Do you wanna get outta here? I think we’re set on workouts for today, Princess.” He said while staring at your body and chest.

“Oh, sure! Let me just get my stuff and-“ you were cut off when Bakugou gripped your ass with both hands and tongued you down, he pushed you up against the wall and began grinding into you. You felt his growing erection press up against your sensitive heat which made you moaned into the kiss. This made Bakugou even needier. Unfortunately, you weren’t giving in so easily today.

“Hah...S-Suki..” you breathed out while pushing him off you slightly. “C’mon..can we at least get out of here and wash up.”

“Why? We can do that after I completely ravish you,” Bakugou smirked as he attempted to kiss you once more but you pushed him back smiling.

“Sorry Suki, but we need to get back. Okay?” You said and walked away as Bakugou rolled his eyes taking another sip of water. You both walked out but with Bakugou being a lot more handsier. You walked and he would jog up behind you and grab your ass, he would walk with his arms wrapped around your waist while standing behind you, and once you reached your dorm room, he shut the door and slammed you against it grabbing your chest and kissing you again with fervor and tongue. Sadly, once again, you pushed him off.

“Shower first Suki.” You said and walked to get some clothes out of your closet. Bakugou just sighed and banged his head against the door. He looked down and saw his friend creating a tent in his sweatpants and he let out a breath a horny frustration. Then an idea hit him.

“Shower sex?” He said hopefully like a happy puppy, and if he had a tail, please believe it’d be wagging.

“No.” Bakugou just growled and flopped onto the bed and face planted down on the cushion.

“Fineeeeee!!!!!” He complained while his voice muffled by the mattress. While you showered, you left a needy Bakugou on the mattress. He could only imagine what you looked like. Curvaceous body, covered in droplets of water, steam all around you making your cheeks red. Bakugou rubbed at his face. Why the fuck was he this horny?

When you walked out, you were wearing a small towel as you seemed to have used your wind quirk to dry your hair. Bakugou licked his lips as he walked up to your almost naked body and felt you up. He kissed up on your neck as you tilted your head to give him more access. You pressed your ass into his crotch as he grinded into you. You could hear his soft moans. His hand traveled to grope your chest and the other hand went to your clit.

“You want me to feel up on this sweet little cunt?” He asked as he pressed two fingers into you and you gasped.

“A-ah...” you moaned out as your tongue rolled out of your mouth and eyes rolled to the back of your head. You almost gave in to his desires until your phone rang, snapping you out of your trance. You pulled his hand away from you and walked to your phone but not before Bakugou tried pulling you back.

“Hey..where do you think you’re going? I’m not done with you.” He said pulling you towards him.

“Katsuki..”

“Please, Princess. I need you..now.” He said as he grabbed your ass.

“Baby, seriously. Get washed up and let’s continue our day. Please?” You pouted and Bakugou sighed and gave in. He grabbed some clothes he kept in your closet and went to wash up. You sighed in relief and checked your phone only to see it was spam, but still glad it snapped you out. As you got dressed, you cursed yourself for falling so easily for Katsuki.

‘That damn Katsuki. Knowing my body, using it against me. Who the hell does he think he is being built like a Greek god like that?’ You thought as you dressed yourself.

While Bakugou was in the shower, he realized he needed to calm down. Yes he has an amazingly hot girlfriend he could fuck to settle him down, but it was clear she wasn’t down for morning sex today so he had to solve it himself.

He let his head rest under the hot water as his hand went to grab at his length and move vigorously. He imagined the way Y/N would look with her pretty mouth wrapped around his cock, swallowing all of him. How she would take his entire length in her tight little cunt, squeezing him perfectly.

“Y-Y/N...fuck..faster..” he moaned out with a breathy voice as he moved his hips, fucking his hand. He groaned and threw his head back.

“C-C’mon baby...s-shit, c’mon. Oh fuck..I’m cumming! ....a-ah!” He said as his hips stuttered and his release covered the shower floor. He sighed as he tried to regain his breath from his orgasm. It wasn’t as good as it would’ve been if it was actually you, but nonethe less, he came. Sadly, he still wasn’t satisfied.

As Bakugou walked out in nothing but a towel, he tried to get dressed but the second he saw you, his hard on returned. Oh, this was gonna be a long day.

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All throughout the day Bakugou tried his best to get you in bed, and when his advances always failed, he resorted to feeling up on you or running to the bathroom for release.

You had to admit, rejecting Bakugou’s attempts had gotten harder and harder. For each time he touched you, you basically had to leave yourself hanging. You felt yourself grow wetter each time to a point where even you almost went to hide away in your room and please yourself. Thankfully, it was almost midnight, meaning the day would be over and your punishment for Bakugou would be done. Then, you both can explore your desires.

It was late LATE into the night when Bakugou busted into your room as you were watching a movie. You paused the screen and spoke to him.

“Suki! You can’t just barge in like that, you’re gonna break my do-“

“Shut up” he said as he made his strides over to you and shut you up by tonguing you down. You fell into the kiss and returned it, kissing him with just as much passion. You peaked open your eyes and looked at the time. 11:47. ‘So close,’ you thought to yourself. You reluctantly pushed him away again.

“Suki..no,”

“Suki, yes.” He whined back as he attempted to kiss you again but you stopped him once more. He was getting fed up. He lifted you by your hips, tossed you flat on your back on the bed, and used his arms to cage you in. His hands pinned your wrists to the sides of your head and his knees were pressed into the mattress at the side of your hips. He got close in your face before speaking.

“You owe me an explanation, princess. I get not wanting to fuck on busy days or during a certain time but all day? I’ve tried to get you right here where Ive wanted you and you rejected me each time. Tell. Me. Why.” He said each word with poison on his tongue. You cringed at what you thought his reaction would be, but soon came to the conclusion that you’d have to tell him at some point.

“...Punishment” you said with a hopeful smile, praying that your boyfriend won’t fling you out the window. Bakugou looked at you with wide eyes.

“What?” He squinted his eyes at you and asked.

“You were acting like an idiot the other day and it pissed me off. I accepted your apology and forgave you but you weren’t completely off the hook. So I put viagra in your drink to turn you on and deny you as a punishment.” You cringed at how easy it was for you to tell him the truth. Bakugou looked at you with a confused look, then a smirk.

“So...you drugged my drink to get me riled up so I could fuck you? Didn’t know my teddy bear was so freaky,” he said licking your neck.

“What?! No! It’s not like tha- ah!” You were interrupted as Bakugou gripped into your chest.

“Then whats it like, teddy bear? Rejection? Well you’re not denying me now. Why not?” He asked you. But you had no answer for him anyway, so as far as he knew, he was right.

“That’s what I thought,” he said while continuing the attack on your neck. “I’ve been so neglected all day, I think as an apology gift, you should let me have my way with you. Doesnt that sound fun, princess?” He said the last sentence while letting his finger press against your clothed clit. You moaned at the feeling and felt yourself growing wet.

“K-Katsuki!” You moaned.

“Please, Princess?” He asked..practically begged.

You bit your lip and closed your eyes. Enjoying the feeling of his pads rubbing into you. You arched your back and gave in, spreading you legs for him. Bakugou smirked and was quick to remove your shorts and panties. Excited, he went to feast right away. No teasing, no waiting. He’s right into it, enjoying his meal. Sucking and kissing your bud, his eyes shut as he enjoys hearing your moans and tasting your sweet nectar.

The sudden feeling of his tongue hitting you and eating you out had you shivering. The massive amount of pleasure was so sudden, you could’ve cum right then.

“S-Suki! ...m-more!” You said as your hands went to grab at his hair. Bakugou groaned as you tugged and sent his tongue right into your hole. You cried out in such ecstasy that you legs began to shake.

“Cum on my tongue, Princess. Let me taste you,” Bakugou said before he went right back in. When you came, Bakugou lapped up every drop of you, savoring your flavor. He went up to kiss you and allowed you to taste yourself.

“God I want you so bad princess..” Bakugou breathed out as he released himself from his pants and lined up with your cunt. He rubbed his tip up and down your opening and you moaned in excitement.

“Let me have my way with you, Y/N.” He said in your ear as he pressed in. You wanted and needed him now. You looked at the time and saw, 11:56. Screw it.

“Please Katsuki! Use me! Please fuck me!” You begged. Smirking at your neediness, Bakugou slammed into you. Not giving you any time to adjust, Bakugou kept to his word and had his way with you. His pace was going so fast it had you seeing stars.

“Y-yes Katsuki! F-uck.....Mm,” you cried out. Bakugou lifted your hips to hold onto you and fuck you in a deeper angle.

“Shit....like that, Princess?” He said said with a smile as he kissed your neck.

“M-more Katsuki!” You begged again. Bakugou held onto your hips and kept his steady pace for awhile. He smacked your ass and kissed you deeply, exploring every inch of your wet cavern.

“You thought it was okay to fuck around with me like this? Huh princess?” He said smacking you again. You moaned at the contact and he gripped your ass. He grabbed your legs and put you in a mating press. The new angle reached deep inside you and hit the most sensitive spots. You screamed his name as he continued to fuck you with his head thrown back.

“Gotta keep quiet now...can’t let the whole class know what’s happening in here,” he huffed out “or maybe you want them to know. Yeah? You want them to know how much of a slut you are just for me?” He teased.

“Ohhh..yesss Katsuki.” You moaned. His cock was sliding into you perfectly, making you dizzy and drunk on euphoria.

“Yeah, but you’re my slut. Right? My dirty little slut. All for me, and me only.” He said as he placed his arms next to your head.

“I’m yours Katsuki! Just yours...ah!” You clenched around him. You could feel the way his balls slapped your ass everytime he thrusted into you. The sounds of skin slapping and your wet cunt filled the air and made a melody you’d never forget. In the heat of the moment, you began to feel the familiar knot in your belly.

“F-fuck. Cum for me princess, I want you to spill in on me.” Bakugou said. He went deeper, harder, and faster. Whatever it took for your pleasure. As he went in, you felt the knot become loose as you came on Katsuki’s dick and your legs shook. You cried out in pleasure as Bakugou continued to chase his own release. After a few more deep strokes, Bakugou met his high and climaxed. He filled your womb with cum and layed there as he emptied his load. You both layed there in silence, catching your breaths as you both came down from the high.

Instead of pulling out, Bakugou stayed where he was and just leaned in closer to you.

“You done messing with me, Princess?” He asked you. You let out a breathy yes as he kissed your cheek and pulled out. He layed beside you and cuddled into you as he held you close.

“I don’t know. I’m kinda satisfied with how this turned out.” You teased. Bakugou only let out a quick laugh in disbelief at his wild girlfriend and just kissed her.

“You’re crazy.” He said while holding you closer.

“But you love me,” you said.

“Yeah..I do.” He said as he rested his head against you. While basking in the glow of the after sex peace, Bakugou realized something.

“Umm..Y/N?” He started.

“Hm?” You said in a sweet voice, with your eyes still closed and you still cuddled into his chest.

“I’m, uh...I’m sorry..for how I was acting.” He apologized. This made your eyes burst open. He was apologizing..verbally. You looked up at him and gave him a sweet, passionate kiss.

“Thank you Katsuki, but I already forgave you. Remember?” You giggled. A sound that Bakugou will forever remember. A sound he will forever enjoy hearing. He just sighed and leaned into you even more, trying to communicate all his love through the physical contact you were both having.

“I don’t deserve you, Princess” he said as his eyes began to fall heavy into a deep sleep.

“You deserve me and the whole world Katsuki.” You said with love dripping in your voice.

“You are my whole world,” he mumbled in embarrassment as a blush adorned his face as he attempted to hide away in your neck. You blushed and smiled at his little confession and allowed him to sleep. It was past his usual bedtime after all.

“Get some rest, Hero.” You said, pecking his forehead with a loving kiss. As he drifted off, you just smiled and rested your eyes as you thought about the next time you would drug his drink. This little viagra prank turned out amazing.

A/N: y’all this was so sloppy😭 it could’ve been so much better but it’s been sitting in my drafts mocking me. I just had to get it out here. I’m sorry it’s not spell checked but I hoped you enjoyed it none the less. (The smut was so bad😭😭) see you next time, Cubs💗🧸

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mrs-march-ahs · 4 years ago

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The Evans Drunk

Enjoy:)

Tate

-On Halloween he’d go out and buy some alcohol and save it for when you’re having a tough day and need cheering up -Either that or you’d take some alcohol from your parents -You’d sit together and drink, not taking shots or anything because you probably only have a few beers or spirits each -Even more into deep talks than usual -But also super easily distracted - “Oh I definitely think that there’s alien life out the- hey reckon I can balance that vase on my forehead?” -Incredibly awkward and white dad dancing to music -Super touchy, would want you on his lap so that he can take a drink and then put it to your lips until you drink it

Kit

-Kit’s a responsible dad and not the type of person to get drunk, but occasionally he will have a beer or two

-Or twelve

-It’d be a barbeque for the whole family and you’d have lots of friends around, joking around, everybody’s kids playing together running around

-Then after everybody ate, you’d all talk and have a few light drinks, and then once the kids went to bed and some of the guests left, Kit, you and a few friends would play beer pong

-He’s be very loud and silly

-Would find jokes 10x funnier and would keep laughing quietly long after everybody else

-Unintentionally pull silly faces, like pretending to be serious if somebody starts talking about something serious

-But then he’d remember that thing he laughed at and snort

-After everybody’s gone, he’d go into the kitchen and want to make cupcakes

- “Kit we can’t make cupcakes at 2am and drunk”

- “We can’t, or we shouldn’t? Two very different things Y/N” he giggles

-You two would pour all the ingredients in the bowl and then you’d stir it

-Kit would come up behind you and put his arms around you, helping you stir, kissing you occasionally

-He would get distracted and you two would go to sleep, leaving the raw cupcakes in the oven without it being turned on

-In the morning, despite Kit having a ridiculous hangover, when he’d see the baking mess, he’d clean it all up

- “Kitten if you told me, I would’ve helped you”

- “No no I made the mess, I’ll clean it”

-Very responsible dad, until next time

Franken Kyle

-You’d be sat together, celebrating New Year’s Eve and you’d of course have some alcohol

-Because you were scared and cautious popping open the champagne in front of Kyle, worried it may scare him, you tried to bribe him a little

- “This bottle cork is going to fly open, with a very loud pop, but try and stay calm and you can drink the champagne first, okay?”

- “From b-bottle?”, he said smiling, knowing that you never let him drink milk or juice straight from the carton

-You say sure, and pop it open, and when it pours out bubbling, Kyle kneels down and sits under it with his mouth open, the alcohol pouring all over his face and shirt

-He’d love it and drink loads

-Covered in sticky champagne, when he hugged you and you tried to change his shirt, he just rubbed his sticky chest over you even more

-Dancing with you, which meant putting his head on your shoulder and swaying

-Drunk, he’d have an even bigger obsession with copying noise

-When he sees the fireworks, “kaboom” or “pew” or “poof”

-When you cheers the glasses, “clink” or maybe even “clinky dink”

Jimmy

-As we saw, a hot mess

-Not aggressive but willing to fight

-Would swing his arms around even not meaning to hit anybody seriously

-Sex drive increases by 40%

-But would probably have a harder time finishing if he was super drunk

-Slurs his word much more than anybody else

-Would act like a child trying to get what he wants from you

- “C’mon Y/N just one more little sippy sip”

- “No Jimmy, you’ve had more than enough”, you say and take the beer bottle away from him, leaving Jimmy to make puckering and make slurping noises, watching you throw the bottle away

-You’d try to put him to bed, so that you could put a backpack on him to avoid him choking on his own vomit

-But after a while of him being annoying, constantly getting up, etc, you’d give up

- “Jimmy I’m not gonna be constantly fighting with you, you either go to bed now or you leave the caravan and end up passing out somewhere on the field”

-He’d get upset and try to apologise, but you’d end up just throwing a blanket over him and sleeping on the couch

-He’d probably wake up still slightly drunk the next morning

-In the evening, a full 24 hours after drinking, he’d come and apologise to you about how he acted, and promise he’d never drink again

-Definitely read this cool fanfic I saw earlier about

drunk Jimmy

James

-Tries to remain classy but sometimes forgets the right words

- “Darling, remember when how the night we met and how you said to me those things and then we danced?”

- “That didn’t make sense, Jimmy”

- “Clearly you weren’t listening carefully enough, darling”

-Super touchy, especially in public

-Arm around your waist, giving your shoulder and neck kisses

-Bite your earlobe just to see your reaction

-He’s very slow

-Has to furrow his eyebrows and open his mouth when listening to you talk, lets him hear better

-This is very specific but if he’s drinking anything out of a straw, he would sit and chew it

-When you got back to your room he would kiss and lick your neck and mumble gibberish against it

-He’d want to give you genuine compliments but being too drunk to have coherent thoughts, he would just mumble

- “mmm…your skin… my darling”

- “What about it, James?”

- “It is so… mmmm”

Kai

-Probably aggressive -If he’s in the mood to start an argument, he’ll find a reason to start one -Would make you feel guilty and upset about something just to hear you apologise -Would be completely in denial about how drunk he is -Very loud and obnoxious -The only time he would slap your ass not possessively but for fun -The scene would be having the cult over to celebrate something, all sitting in the kitchen drinking -He’d keep doing cheers for the most random things - “Pass me some crackers” - “We don’t have crackers Kai, we finished them” - a few second pause… before Kai lifts his glass “wheyyy!” - “Get me another beer babe”, before slapping your ass -Slurs his words a little, but focuses and tries really hard not to -After everybody’s gone home, he’d try to act as sober as possible around you, as if he suddenly doesn’t want you to see him drunk - “Okay, go upstairs, brush your teeth and put your pjs on Y/N” -You laugh slightly and put Kai’s arm around your shoulder, “Let’s get you to bed Kai, I don’t think you’ll make it down those stairs alone” -He takes his arm off and turns you to face him, trying to keep strong eye contact - “What did I just say? Go upstairs… uhm… pjs… brush your teeth… go”, you’d smile in amusement and he would try to put on a stern expression “Now” -You’d obey him, and when he eventually makes it down the stairs and gets to the basement, he’ll look over at you in pjs in bed, and walk over to you -He looks at you up and down, and mumbles “good”, before sitting down panting slightly, not making eye contact - “We have a lot of stairs Y/N”

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cherrystylinston · 3 years ago

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Milk butterchews

You woke up to your stomach cramping up. You were sure that Mother Nature has visited to torture you for the month. You saw your boyfriend,Harry sprawled out on the king size bed beside you. You went to the washroom and did your business. Then you came back for a good night sleep.

The sun was rising through the largest window beside your bedside. You turn to find your boyfriend staring at you with those beautiful emerald eyes. Harry coos, “Good morning m’baby”. You blushed. Even though you and Harry were together for more than a year now, you would still blush hard whenever he called you baby, his baby. “Good morning bub” you reply back. Harry just cuddled you closer. Your head was on his chest. His hands were around your waist. He was cooing sweet nothings into you ears to get you to wake up.

Harry wanted to leave for work soon but he wanted to hold his baby a little longer too. But if he didn’t get his arse up now, he would be late for the interview now.

Harry asks , “What is your plan for the day m’baby?”.

“I have to complete the project for m’graduation. So I’m meeting some friends to discuss something in the cafe near sees shop bubby” you say.

Then Harry got out of bed and kissed your forehead. He needed a quick shower before he went for work. Normally you would shower but considering the bloody condition down there you decided not to join him today.

You want downstairs to make a quick breakfast. You made waffle with a lot of chocolate chips for sees shop which you and Harry loved. Both of you ate while having small talks. The Harry left for work.

You took a slow hot shower to remove the knots on your back. Then took care of your lady business. Then you took off to meet your friends at the cafe to discuss about your project. You met your friends Sienna and Joseph at the cafe. You guys ordered some coffee and some deserts and discussed the finalisations regarding the project. Then you returned home.

Your back was aching. And your stomach was cramping. You wanted to cry. All you wanted to do was cry to Harry and watch your favourite movie while eating milk butter chew and have a long night of sleep.

You were holding back tears. But then you decided to take a hot steamy bath to soothe the nerves. You filled the bath with dried rose petals and some strawberry bubbles. You stripped off your clothes and got in. The hot steamy water did soothe your nerves and removed the knots on your back. You got out and got dressed.

You went down to sit on the massive Ivory couch on your guys’ living room. You were sprawled out on the couch with a pack of potato chips on your bloated belly.

You heard Harry’s car coming down the driveway. The you heard the keys rattling. You heard his shoes.

Then Harry appeared down the front door with tired eyes after working for a long day. Harry hugged you tightly and then kissed your temple.

Harry’s lips were pouty. You kissed his pouty lips. “Take that pout of your lips bubby” you said. “I have a party to attend baby. Please please please accompany m’baby”, Harry asked you.

“I’m tired baby. My back is aching”,you said thinking he would take the hint. “Please baby after getting back from the party I will rub your back and give you a massage m’heart”, Harry said and pouted. He used your favourite nickname knowing your would agree. “My pouty bastard” , you thought.

You agreed nevertheless. Harry went to change into his party attire. He wore a silk shirt and black skinny jeans with Gucci boots. Your belly was bloated because of your period so you wore a maxi dress. You and Harry got into your guys’ car and drove to the party location.

You and Harry entered the party. Everyone at the party were having the time of their lives. You saw Niall and Amelia chatting up,at the foyer. You waved at them and they waved you back. You saw Perrie and Jade. They hugged you. You guys were talking. Harry saw some music producer he wanted to meet. So he excused himself.

You were talking to Pez about her new baby boy and motherhood. She was showing pictures baby Axel. You were cooing over baby axel’s pictures. Perrie asked , “When are we getting a baby styles y/n?”. You cheeks heated up. Jade and Perrie were laughing their asses off at your reaction. “Shut up girls” you said. Jade said she wanted a drink. So you accompanied her.

When you returned Perrie pulled you aside. Before you could ask her what was up. She said , “Love you leaked through your dress.” Your hands went instinctively to your back side. But she assured you that due to the lighting it was not that tad visible.

You thought you should suck it up and enjoy the party but now you definitely wanted to go home and sleep in your comfy bed in your pjs.

Harry wa still talking to the music producer. So you went up to Harry. “Hey bubby. I want to go home. My back is aching. Please bubby”. Due to the lighting at the party harry could not see you clearly.

“ Y/N I need to talk to him about the next music video I am releasing baby. Can we leave after half an hour” Harry said. “ Please baby it’s an emergence I want to go home” you said.

“Y/N I said I am busy. Can you stop bothering me? Stop being so annoying for gods sake” he whisper yelled so that the music producer would not over hear his harsh tone.

Your eyes filled with tears. “Fuck me hormomes” you thought.

“Screw you ,Harry” you yelled at him with tears in your eyes.

You left the party. You called Ronald, your and Harry’s driver. And asked him to drive you home. He happily obliged.

You reached home and went to your guys’ bedroom You took off your dress and got into your pjs. You used your makeup remover and took off your makeup. You thought of the way Harry talked to you and tears started rolling down the apples of yore tear stained cheeks.

You thought of sleeping in the couch and decided against it owing to your aching muscles in the back. You decided to sleep in your guys’ guest room.

You slept once your head hit the pillow because of your long day and your period medications.

Harry came home. He was sweating profusely. He was nervous. He wanted to apologise to his baby. He was definitely out of order, calling the love of his life, annoying. As soon as he got out of the car, he quickly ran up to the bedroom. But he did not find you in the bed.

Harry started panicking. He thought you left him. But your stuff was there and he ran up around the house until he heard the sound of the air conditioner running in the guest room. Then he saw his baby with tear stained cheeks sprawled out on the bed. He wanted to apologise but he didn’t want to wake her either. He returned to your bedroom to change into comfortable clothing.

He went into the bathroom and then he saw the period medications. Harry mentally cursed himself for being such an ass to his baby. He quickly checked the period calendar he had for you. Then his eyes landed on the stained underwear and maxi dress. Now he felt way worse for not talking care of his baby when she was clearly not comfortable.

The next morning you woke up to the smell freshly made pancakes. You rubbed your eyes and woke up. You felt damp lips place kiss on your forehead. You didn’t reciprocate the kiss like you usually would do. Harry whispered , “Good morning m’love. I’m sorry m’heart. I’m really sorry. I feel awful for shouting at you. I’m really sorry baby. You can shout at me all you want. I’m really sorry m’baby”.

Harry’s pupils dilated with regret waiting for you to yell. But you didn’t. You slowly walked up to the bathroom leaving him surprised at your silence.

When you returned form the bathroom. Harry was not in the guest room . You went downstairs and your stomach started grumbling to the sweet smell of pancakes and maple syrup.

Harry was flipping the pancakes. He was only wearing his boxers. His eyes were a bit red and his face did not hold the golden glow which would always be present.

Harry saw you and gave an awkward smile. You hated this feeling . Uncomfortable in front of your own boyfriend. He placed the pancakes on your plate.

You ate in silence. He started making small talks after apologising. Buy you didn’t reply to any of his sweet gestures.

Your stomach was craving some of your favourite chocolate. So after finishing your pancakes. You went to the cabinet in the kitchen where you and Harry kept the chocolate. But to your surprise it was empty. You were disappointed. Your eyes started to water. But you didn’t want to cry infornt of Harry. So you went back to your guys’ room to take a bath.

Harry saw what you were looking for. He quickly went to the sees shop down the street and bought you your favourite milk butter chews. He then stopped by the flower shop and bought you the daisies which you love.

Harry knocked on the bathroom door. “Baby can I come in?” Harry asked. “Yes Harry” you said. Harry was happy that you let him in but you didn’t call him bubby his bubby, he made a mental note that you were still upset about last night.

“Baby can we talk?” Harry asked. You simply nodded. He sat beside you near the bathtub you were sitting in. Harry cupped his hands on your cheeks and looked into your eyes and said , “M’heart I’m really sorry for calling you annoying last night. I hated sleeping without you by my side and waking up without you near me. I’m really sorry you are no where near annoying. I didn’t check your period calendar, I’m really sorry baby. I hope you can forgive me darling.” His eyes were watering at this point.

You didn’t want your bubby to cry. You hugged him tightly. “ I forgive you. But don’t repeat it again” you said. But then you realised you were naked. You looked into Harry’s eyes and averted your eyes quickly. Heat rose up to the apples your cheeks. Harry was blushing too. He gave you the towel he put in the dryer for you.

You quickly dressed up in your favourite hoodie and a cotton shorts and went downstairs. Harry stood with a cute smile and gave you the daisies which he bought for you. “I’m sorry baby” Harry said . You said, “It’s okay Harry” and accepted the flowers

But the smile in Harry’s face disappeared. His eyebrows turned into a frown and his lips turned into a pout. “What’s wrong?” You asked. “You didn’t call me YOUR bubby” he said. Just to mess with him you said, “Okay HARRYYYYY”.

“Heyyyyyyy baby please call me your bubby” Harry pleaded with cute pouty lips which you wanted to kiss.

You went into the kitchen and harry followed you like a lost puppy trailing behind you. You opened your fridge and there it was your favourite box of sees milk butterchews. You eyes lit up. You quickly grabbed the box. And popped one into your mouth. The yummy flavour melting on your tongue.

“Thank you bubby” you said. Harry’s face lit up like a Christmas tree. And he kissed you, you kissed him back.

He pulled away out of breath and whispered, “M’heart you just taste like milk butterchews”.

You both giggled loudly.

Note:Hey guys this is my first time writing an imagine. It is not proofread. Send your guys’ request. If you loved this please give me your feedback. And like and repost. Hope you guys love this 💙

All the love,

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libraryofloveletters · 4 years ago

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The Mistletoe Proposal

Eddie Diaz x Reader

Warnings: fem!reader, kissing, a little bit of friendly bullying with buck.

Category: Fluff

Word Count: 1.9k

Author’s Note: Based on this request and this request!! this is basically a part 2 to The Parent Trap but it can be read as a stand alone :)

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It was Christmas Eve and the 3 of you sat on the couch watching how the grinch stole Christmas. Emily and Christopher had spent the day hanging out and playing video games while you put up last minute decorations and did some gift wrapping. Christmas was always super small for the two of you, it usually consisted of you buying gifts for Emily and then tv in your pjs all day but since Eddie and Chris came into your lives this year, you decided it was time to go all out.

“What do you two want for dinner?” leaning back into the couch as you paused the movie.

“Pizza”

“Burgers”

“How about both ?”

A loud yes and the two of them getting off the couch to go get their shoes. Your phone buzzed as you tumbled through your bag for your car keys. Pulling it out of your pocket, Eddie’s name popped up on the screen.

From Eddie: What are you guys up to ?

To Eddie: Going out for pizza and burgers

From Eddie: Did you starve them today ? Why both ?

To Eddie: Haha very funny Diaz, they’re growing children

From Eddie: Swing by the station ? I miss you guys

To Eddie: We’ll see, I'll message you if we’re coming by

From Eddie: Bobby’s making dinner but sounds good

“Kiddos! Can we take a rain check on burgers and pizza ? Eddie just texted and Bobby’s making dinner at the station. Maybe we should stop by ?”

The two kids nodded, “can we take the cheesecake too ?” Emily asked you, her and Christopher were sitting on the bench by the front door. You headed back to the fridge to grab the cake before heading out.

The drive wasn't very long, it was only 15 minutes from your place to the station. Helping the kids out, they went into the station a few seconds before you, you had to get the cheesecake from the car. When you got in, Buck was being smothered with hugs from the kids. “Hey pretty boy” you smiled at him, the nickname making him laugh, he pulled you in for a hug. “Hey yourself, I haven’t seen you in forever”

“You saw me last week Buck”

“Yeah but that’s too long, who’s supposed to make me dinner if Bobby doesn't cook ? Plus Eddie won’t share whatever you pack for him” he pouted at you, his arm over your shoulder.

“Oh you poor baby, I'll make sure you make double next time. One for him and one for you” you chuckled, Buck smiled. Chim and Hen had already come down and helped the kids up the stairs and to the game machine. “This place is so cool!” Emily said to Christopher, Christoper smiled at her, “I know!”

“Hey, I thought you said you'd text if you were coming ?” Eddie walked over, giving you a hug. “Surprise ?” hugging him back and chuckling, he kissed your cheek. “Did they say hi to you ?” the two of you looked over at the kids who were very into the game they were currently playing. “No,” he laughed, “they ran off. I’m gonna go say hi, make yourself comfortable” Eddie’s hand squeezed your waist softly before letting go.

Turning to the kitchen, you were greeted by Bobby who was stirring something in a pot. “Is that cheesecake ?” he looks over at the box in your hand, you nodded. “A little something for you guys. Chris and Em helped me make it,” you glanced over at the kids before whispering, “if there’s any eggshells, just bypass that ?” Bobby nodded with a smile. “I’m sure it’s great.”

“What can I help with ?” you washed your hands and took a look around.

“You’re a guest don’t worry about that” he told you, you shook your head, “Oh please, let me help. It's a lot”

“Fine, but only because you insist. The carrots and celery need to be chopped and someone needs to let the table” he said, his attention still on the pot in front of him.

“I got the veggies. Eddie! Buck!” the two men found their way over to you in a matter of seconds. “Set the table please ?” smiling sweetly at them, Buck glanced over at Eddie.

“Question Buck?” you glare at him,

He shakes his head, “Oh no, I’m fine”

“Why are you two still standing here ? Go set the table” you nod towards the table, the two men walk away. You can still hear them bickering as they set the table.

“Is she always that bossy ?” Buck asks him, Eddie nods. “It’s hot though” Eddie replies and Buck agrees with him earning a smack to the arm. “Dude! c’mon that’s my girlfriend” Eddie groans making Buck laugh, “if only I had gone to pick up Chris that day” he jokes, Eddie walks away leaving Buck at the table.

“You should come around more often. They stopped listening to me months ago” Bobby tells you, “they’re a handful. I don't know how you do it” you laugh, taking over at the stove.

After dinner, Eddie disappears with Chris and Emily for a few minutes only to come back with a suspicious look on all 3 of them. “What's up with you ?” taking a seat on the arm rest of the chair Eddie was sitting in, his arm comes up and wraps around your waist. “Nothing, just a little conversation” he smiles at you, your arm around his shoulder now.

“You’re losing!” your daughter giggles, Chim groans, “I'm not losing to children!” “You’re losing!” Chris laughs this time. You glance down at Eddie who has a smile on his face.

Your heart felt like it grew 10 times its size when you saw Eddie’s reaction to them.

“C’mon!” Buck shouts from the other end of the kitchen, he’s holding a mistletoe above Bobby and Athena.

Bobby smiles at Athena before kissing her. “Okay Mr. Buckley, get out of here now” Athena pushes him away, Buck gives her a grin and walks away.

He then finds his way over to Hen and Karen who are sitting at the table together. “What are you doing ?” Hen gives him a look, already tired of him. “Just spreading the holiday love. Come on, give your wife some lovin’” Buck and Karen laughed, Hen shook her head. “Say that again and I'll push you over the balcony” she gave Karen a kiss. Buck seems satisfied with his result, leaving them alone.

“Hey love birds” Buck smiled making his way over to you and Eddie. “Don’t start” Eddie warned him. “Fine,” Buck walked around the couch to where you sat and held up the mistletoe. “I’ll just give her a kiss myself” Buck leaned down and kissed your cheek. You smiled at him, “you’re a sweetheart Buck, but I think I rather kiss Eddie” you patted his chest and turned to Eddie. Buck gasped, his hand dramatically hitting his chest, “I’m hurt! how could you?!” he pouted, “you’ll find the right one Buck, don't worry” Eddie said, pulling you down onto his lap. His hand cupping your cheek, you leaned in. Eddie’s lips touched yours, every time felt like the first time, you never got tired of kissing him. Eddie pulled away when a chorus of “gross” and “ew” started, you both looked over to see Buck and Chim encouraging the kids.

Burying your face in the crook of Eddie’s neck, you could feel the heat on your cheeks. “Are you blushing ?” Eddie whispered, kissing your head.

“No, you are” you mumbled, he chuckled, feeling the vibration each time he laughed.

“Let’s goooo!” Buck picked up Chris and ran down the stairs. “Okay little lady, your turn!” Chim picked up Emily and followed Buck down the stairs. “Where are you guys going !?” you shouted from the chair, “To show them the trucks!” Buck shouts back. You didn't think anything of it, you were glad you ended up coming to see Eddie at work.

“You know,” you fiddled with the collar of his shirt, Eddie’s arm was around your waist, your legs swung over the other end of the chair. Eddie hums waiting for you to continue, “you look kinda hot in your uniform. I never get to see you in it”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah”

“Maybe I'll have to wear it more often then” Eddie smiles at you as you get up. He grabs your hand, “where are you going?” he pouts. “C’mon, you’re gonna start pouting now ?” you gave him a look, he kept pouting. You leaned down and gave him a kiss, “would you look at that, the pout’s gone”

“Let’s go find the kids” Eddie holds your hand, letting you walk down as he follows behind you. As you get down the stairs, you stop in the middle of the station. The kids are up on the trucks. On one truck stood Buck and Chris holding on the end of a rather large banner. On the other truck stood Chim and Emily holding the other side of the banner. Everyone else stood by the truck, watching you as you read the banner.

“Will you marry me?”

You turned around to see Eddie, who was down on one knee now. Letting out a gasp, he opened the little velvet box to reveal the ring. “Y/n, I know we’ve only been together for a year but you make me happier than I could ever imagine. You’ve been so amazing with Chris and he loves you so much, as do I and I love Emily so much too,” he glances at the kids and gives them a smile. “Would you do me the honour of being my wife and marry me ?” he let out a breath, looking up at you.

“Yes! oh my god Eddie, yes” you leaned down, your hands holding his face. He smiled at you as he got up. You admired the ring as he slid the ring onto your finger, “you have excellent taste Mr. Diaz” you hold out your hand, admiring the ring again. “I had some help from Chris and Emily” his arm wraps around your shoulder.

Everyone comes over to congratulate the two of you, the kids come over to you two. “How could you two keep this from me?” you ask the kids, they smile at you. “He made us promise” Chris said, Emily nodded. “Do you like the ring mommy ?”

“I love it and I love you both so much” you give the two of them a hug. They run off with Chim to go play some game. Everyone clears out, going off to do their own thing. You and Eddie are still wrapped up in each other, most definitely in the honeymoon phase again. You look up at the kids with Chim when you spot the mistletoe hanging from the ceiling.

“Hey” you poke Eddie’s cheek, “what?” his brows furrow, his eyes follow your finger to the ceiling.

“That had to be-” he started,

“Shut up and kiss me already Diaz” He laughed as he pulled you in for a kiss.

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Anon asked “Can you do one shot were before the Kira case L and reader were trying for a baby but after he takes the Kira case they agree to stop and after L meets Light reader finds out she is pregnant. L tries to send her away but she refuses and they end up fighting in front if the Task Force and that's how they find out L and reader are married and that she is pregnant “

pairing: L x fem!reader

warning: mention of food play

requested: yes

A/N: I apologise for the mistakes you will find in my stories but English is not my first language. Sorry ^^”

Y/A = your alias

Negative.

Y/N sighed placing the pregnancy test on the sink. It was the second one that week with that same result…Y/N started to believe either she or L were able to have a child.

After a little time off, she washed her face, now her S/C skin was flawless and smooth, and then the teeth. She brushed her H/C hair and took a moment to observe her own reflection: the exhaustion in her E/C eyes was clear (and her job wasn’t helping her) and even her skin lost a bit of colour. In moments like those Y/N wondered what someone as the greatest detective in the world found attractive in her.

Her negative thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

«Miss Y/N? It's Watari, I brought you breakfast» the kind voice of L's right-hand man showed a hint of concern and this made Y/N smile. Watari was always by her side, God blessed him.

«Thank you Watari» before leaving the bathroom she threw the pregnancy test in the bin and adjusted the PJs. Once outside the bathroom she saw Watari serving the breakfast in the cart: fried eggs, sausages, back bacon, tomatoes, mushrooms, fried bread and a slice of white pudding; it was accompanied by tea and hot, buttered toast. To sum up: a typical British breakfast.

«Watari, you don’t have to spoil me like that…» Y/N told him already drooling.

«Miss Y/N, I believe you need some fresh air and relax. Please, enjoy me this afternoon at the shopping centre, I will need your precious advices» and then the old man placed a hot cup of tea on the cart with the rest of the breakfast.

It was not the first time Watari would make such an offer, he knew very well that being L's wife could be stressful. Yes, you heard right: Y/N L/N was L's wife. Despite the young age, both of them got married few years ago and they couldn’t be happier. Well, actually there was something that would make them happier: a child. Both L and Y/N wanted their own child despite the Wammy's House had many orphans.

«They're not orphans, Y/N. They are all adopted by me» L said few months after the marriage when the topic popped out in a conversation. He considered those children as his own, he loved being surrounded by their presence. Maybe because L was a bit childish himself.

However, despite their strong desire to have a kid on their own, it seemed nature didn’t agree with them.

But back to the present. Y/N was thinking about Watari's offer. If people considered L's life as secretive, his wife's one was twice as secretive but Y/N accepted it when she married him: she knew the risks and the conditions of being the greatest detective in the world's partner. So when Watari asked her to go with him at the shopping centre she seized the opportunity and said yes.

Disguise check. Sunglasses and hat? Check. F/C wig? Check. Y/N was ready to leave L's secret base with Watari.

«Are you ready Miss Y/N?»

«Of course, Watari. Let's go!~»

Unaware of Miss Y/N, Watari hadn’t to buy anything at the shopping centre. It was an excuse to let Y/N leave the base, a chance to get some fresh air. He pretended to buy some stuff for him: a new fedora and raincoat to be precise. He would need them for the new case L was going to take.

«Are you feeling better, Miss Y/A?»

«Yeah! Thank you Watari! I really needed to leave that place» Y/N was smiling again, her skin had a more healthily colour and all the tiredness in her eyes was gone. Watari smiled too. «However…»

«What is it, Miss?»

«Today's test was negative again and…» Y/N sighed and checked the time on her phone.

«If I could dare an advice, Miss, things will come when you stop looking for them. So don't be sad, it only means it's not the right time…»

Y/N looked at him and smiled. «You're right, Watari»

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

December 2003. L was going to take part at one of those boring ICPO meeting. An emergency Interpol meeting, with delegates from all around the world, held in order to discuss a rather strange situation that was occurring in Japan. They are convinced that something was happening but cannot be sure what it is.

L was going to take the floor but before that he called Y/N.

«Did you call me?» Y/N entered the private and empty room that was L's personal "office": a desk, a fancy armchair and many many computer screens at their highest brightness level.

«Yes. Please, come closer» L replied. When he was with her, his usual monotone voice would become warmer and gentler, something reserved to his wife only.

Y/N walked towards him, next to his armchair waiting for an explanation. «Y/N, this case seems quite interesting. I think sooner or later we have to move»

«We?» she was surprised. Was she really going to go with him? It would be the first time.

«Indeed. If you agree, obviously»

«Of course I agree. I'll help you as always, L»

He smiled and took her hand, kissing tenderly the knuckle. «So would you agree with me if I say that it's better stop trying to have a baby, my dear?»

Y/N thought for a while, calculating every scenario. «Yes, you're right»

L smiled again, this time wider. «Thank you, my love»

Y/N smiled as well and L returned to his bright screens. Then she noticed his personal stash of sweets beside him and took the opportunity to steal a Bon Bon Cherry (A/N: they are shortbread cookies wrapped around a cherry and topped with cherry frosting).

«Y/N, those are mine»

She snorted but ate the sweet regardless of L's warning.

♰ LATER THAT NIGHT ♰

«Are you coming to bed, L?»

«Not now, Y/N»

She walked closer to him and hugged the detective from behind. «But I prepared some creme pat~»

At those words L froze. Those words meant one thing: food play. And L couldn’t renounce to food play. «How much?»

«Two bowls…one has chocolate too~» she whispered alluring to his ear. In one swift movement, L was already up with Y/N in his arms –bridal style- leading towards the bedroom.

♰ TIME SKIP ♰

Japan was so full of life, wherever you turned you would be surrounded by different cultures. And the people was so kind and polite, they had a very high respect of other costumes and traditions. Y/N loved everything about Japan, she wanted to visit each district of Tokyo: from Akihabara (Tokyo's Anime & Gadget Town), to Shinjuku (Culture Clash) and to Kichijoji (a glimpse of Japan’s rural life within the city). She even prepared a tour on foot for each of them.

But at this point a question could arise: what was Y/N's job? Everyone who had the opportunity to work with L knew that each of his "co-worker" had a specific task to fulfil. So what was Y/N's real task? To be L's shadowy wife? Oh no, nothing like that.

Her role was very important in the couple: she "filtered" the information from Watari to L, she represented L in many circumstances and helped him in solving cases. In other words, Y/N was a sort of "Watari 2.0".

Once the couple moved to Japan, they booked a room at the "Imperial Hotel", one of the fanciest hotel at Tokyo. Until the construction of the new Japanese HQ wouldn’t be complete, L and Y/N had to change often hotel for safety reasons. But Y/N didn’t mind, for her it was the chance to visit the city.

"Kira…eliminating those FBI agents has got to have put you on the defensive. What are thinking right now?" L thought while looking outside the window, in front of him a breathtaking view of Tokyo at night but he wasn’t focused on it.

«Ryuzaki, are you still awake?» Y/N entered the room, she was already wearing her F/C PJs.

He nodded and watched her walking closer through the reflection of the window. She hugged him from behind and observed the scenario outside the window.

«Tomorrow you'll meet your task-force, you have to sleep»

«Maybe later, Y/A»

They stood there, their bodies were hugged together but their minds had different thoughts. Between them, a pleasant silence filled the air, the couple was enjoying each other presence.

However, Y/N had to break said silence. «Maybe I'm intolerant to soy sauce»

«To soy sauce?» L asked concerned.

«Yes…today I ate the famous Kobe meat but not much after that I threw up»

L stood in silence, deep in thought for a while. In those minutes he was analysing the current situation: what if Kira found out Y/N's true identity? Would he use her to blackmail L? He was so focused on those things that he almost didn’t notice Y/N was leaving.

«I'm going to bed, dear» Y/N kissed his cheek on tiptoes. «Please, rest for a bit alright?»

L smiled at her taking her hands in his. «Good night, my love» and then he kissed first the knuckles and after her lips. From this point of view L was really romantic despite his external cold behaviour.

Y/N smiled at him and left the room, now L was alone again with a new thought in his mind: «Since when Y/N is intolerant to soy sauce?»

January 2004 could be sum up with three major events: Raye Penber and Naomi Misora's deaths and the surveillance at Yagami and Kitamura's households. In particular, L's suspects moved to the son of Soichiro Yagami, Light. Technically he had access to the police's private dossiers and database since his father was the Chief and most importantly…he was too perfect according to L.

«Y/A, I don’t want you to meet Light-kun»

«Do you really think he is Kira?»

«It's not an assumption but a matter-of-fact. Of course he is»

However, it was inevitable. Light noticed Y/N's presence at the hotel and he wanted to meet her. He had to. So he "pretended" to be lost and asked Y/N for directions.

«Excuse me, Miss. I think I'm lost, do you know where room 684 is?»

Y/N, with one of her disguise on, turned towards the teenager: in front of her a young man, standing at above average height with light-brown hair and brown eyes. He was wearing a school uniform with a bright red tie.

«Uhm no sorry…but if you follow the numeration on the doors it must be easier for you» and with that Y/N left an astonished yet angry Light Yagami in the middle of the hallway.

She hadn’t the time to think about him, she had a more important thing to do. Since December, she missed her period twice: at first she thought it was because of the sudden trip to Japan but it was already the second time it happened. Could it be…?

«Such a bad timing…» she said out loud once in her room. However, she couldn’t hide the nervousness: she agreed with L to stop trying to have a baby before the Kira case and if the test she bought was positive…what would be L's reaction?

«"Get rid of the cause and you get rid of the problem" they say…let's do this then»

The task-force was working quietly in L's room, sharing information and dossiers. However, that atmosphere was abruptly interrupted by someone that thrusted open the door.

«Ryuzaki! Ryuzaki! I have something important to tell you!» Y/N appeared in the room, tears in her eyes and a wide smile on her face.

The entire task-force looked at her in awe and confusion. Who was that woman?

L turned towards her as well. Of course when she barged into the room he was shocked not only because of that sudden appearance but because now the task-force knew about her. There must be a really good reason for that.

He stood up and walked towards her. «Please Y/A, not now. You'll tell me later»

«No Ryuzaki, you need to hear this now!» she was so excited that she couldn’t be still.

«Y/A, it's not the right moment. You have to leave, please» L insisted trying to guide her towards the door.

«Ryuzaki stop! I'm your wife and you need to listen this!»

The task-force behind them stared in shock (and Aizawa almost spilled all his coffee). Did they hear right? Wife? What? Someone like L…married?!

«No Y/A, you have to stop. Your behaviour is highly unprofessional. Moreover, you don’t have the permission to stay here so please leave» L was becoming more and more bothered and it was clear by the tone of his voice, deep and fierce at the same time.

«Ryuzaki, I'm pregnant!»

Silence.

It was so loud that you could hear a pin falling down.

Heavy and tense air was breathable, even the task-force noticed it. Y/N was there, with her heart in her throat, waiting for a reaction or a word from L. Fear was soon replaced by terror because L wasn’t saying anything.

«Are you…?»

Deducing what he was going to ask, Y/N showed him the test: two blue lines. At that sight L hugged her tightly, starting spinning together. Y/N burst in a resounding laugh, all fears and nervousness were gone.

«Oh my, Y/A. Finally! I knew it was not intolerance at soy sauce» he placed the forehead against her own and smiled widely.

They stood hugged together for a while and in the meantime the entire task-force was complimenting them about that news (especially Soichiro).

«We have to tell Watari too» L added shortly after the hug.

«Yes, he is going to become a grandpa after all»

#death note #death note headcanons #l lawliet #watari #l x reader #l x y/n #l x you #reader insert #female reader

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rootin-tootin-cum-shootin · 4 years ago

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Dating Headcanons for Aomine and Kagami

In honour of my dear friend Jackie @todorokibois finishing her rewatch of Kuroko no Basket, and the accompanying Ace Brainrot she has as a result, I have made this. Is it stupid long? Yes. Did I have fun making it? Yep! Am I going to have her screaming at me tomorrow? Absolutely! Anyway! Enjoy this monster of a headcanon folks!

Aomine Daiki x gn!reader x Kagami Taiga

Wordcount: 2,540

Kinda an awkward fellow at first

He has the emotional awareness of a brick wall so he's not exactly the most in tune with his or others feelings

It would take quite a bit for him to even realize he has feelings for you

Oh man but once he does?

All those feelings he was denying or ignoring hit him hard and all at once

As if Daiki got hit by a bus (a bus made of feelings)

Once he has acknowledged that he likes you

Well, then he gets a little more awkward

Because he has no real clue what he is doing

He has asked Momoi about what he should do, considering she's the more emotionally aware one of the pair

But her suggestions largely consist of classic and almost stereotypical wooing gestures

So with her generic advice in mind

He will buy you flowers and ask you if you would meet him for coffee at "that one place you say you like"

(Like he totally doesn't remember the exact name, location and your regular order after you mentioned it a couple times)

Once you'd get there he would have your drink already ordered, with a nice snack for you there too

And as you sit down to chat and eat, he would hand you a nice bouquet of your favourite flowers

And ask you if you would like to go on a date with him sometime

If you don’t want to see a flustered Daiki, don't mention how this meetup for coffee could be a date.

He will have steam coming out of his ears, because he will internally malfunction.

Daiki will actually be genuinely suave once he figures out he doesn't need to be so performative all the time

You like him for him, not because he acts like a character from a shojo

Honestly there's nothing he enjoys more in this relationship then getting to see you smile

Listens to you so well, he is always attuned to you.

He will play every gift he gives you off as if he didn't remember you talk about how much you loved that piece jewellery because it reminded you of something a character wore in a few episodes of your favourite childhood cartoon one time 2 months ago

And he definitely didn't pick up extra jobs in order to get the cash to pay for it

No way, it was completely a coincidence.

As you may have guessed, the ever blunt and arrogant Aomine Daiki's love language is gift giving

He just wants to see you smile

And if making or buying you a little trinket just because it reminded him of you will do that then so be it

Daiki would honestly pay any amount of money or spend any amount of time if it meant he could make sure you felt loved

Dates are often spent with the two of you just chilling around the house

Netflix and take out on the couch while you wear your PJs? His favourite way to spend a Friday off

Dates where he tries to make you dinner from scratch? Yes please, he wants to impress you through your taste buds. (Which doesn't always work the way he wants)

But he does love to take you out for lunch or dinner

He will offer to pay for everything anytime you go out

Speaking of paying even if you insist on going Dutch

He is absolutely going to attempt to pay before you can even get your wallet out

It honestly becomes a game for you two to see who can pay for dinner first.

The only time he actually lets you pay on a date if say you're going to be driving some distance for a special date

Then he's chill if you pay for the snacks while he pumps gas on your way to that festival in the next city over you both wanted to attend.

He tries so hard to be a gentleman around you

You make him more humble, and he wants to be the best version of himself possible for you. Because you make him want to put in the effort to better himself.

But all that goes out the window the moment you attend one if his games

Then his usual attitude gets even worse, he becomes an actual monster when he plays on the days you watch

The pride he feels when winks at you as he scores the final basket of the games.

Its subtle but its his way of saying "See that babe? That was for you"

This man also lives for post games smooches

His team hates it (they're jealous because you two are so damn cute)

But he will always press his forehead to yours, and ask breathlessly if he can kiss you

Once you say yes, he leans in slow and with a ghost of an I love you resting on his tongue shows you just how he feels

His hands steady on your waist, holding you close as his lips press against yours and takes your breath away. The way you some how always manage to take his away every time he looks at you

When he pulls away for a breath, your noses touching, your lips still millimeters apart, he will tell you that he loves you

All in all, he may not know exactly what he's doing, but man is Aomine Daiki in deep. He wants nothing more than to be the light in your life that you've become for him. Please take care of this Ace's heart, he's trying his best for you.

Taiga is genuinely intense when he likes you

To the point where the moment he knows he likes you, you know too

Now to other people they may think its embarrassing, but he honestly doesn't care

Once Taiga's sure of his feelings for you the man could care less if other people knew

Because why should he hide away how he feels for the sake of other people

Arm wrapped around your shoulder as you walk beside him

Always offering to help you out even if it makes him go far out of his way

Actually telling you straight to your face that he's doing all these things because he has feelings for you and wants you to reciprocate them

Taiga really can be a tactless dumbass sometimes but, hey at least its cute how he's trying to woo you

He wouldn't immediately ask you out though

No he saves that for when he's sure you reciprocate those feelings

Because let's face it, if Taiga likes you, you're most likely already his friend

So when he attempts to pursue you romantically, it is literally everything you could want

He'd honestly know just how to not only fulfill the things he knows you want and even daydreamer about having in a partner while still making it genuine to who he is as a person

Now his love language is absolutely Quality time

So when you two are hanging out together, you have his undivided attention

Taiga honestly would schedule time in his training regiment's schedule when he's preparing for tournaments

Even if its just a 30 minute phone call

He sticks to it

And when you do start dating, he ensures that you go out on a date once every two weeks, minimum

Stay in dates are accepted and appreciated

In fact it was on one of those stay in dates where he asked you to be his significant other

He also texts you quite a bit

Even if its just to say "I know you're busy but make sure you remember to stay hydrated"

Or to send you a cute picture of #2

When you do go out, its usually to do some fun or spontaneous event

A pottery class? Sure why not

Rock climbing at a gym? Let's try it out, maybe you'll even catch each other falling so you can make a corny ass joke

A Tango class? Why not! It could even help with his footwork in basketball

Taiga just wants to spend time with you so he s down to try anything you want at least once

So as long as you're excited for it he'd be happy to accompany you

Even if its just to go get groceries.

He's not terribly jealous by himself, but sometimes if you're out on a date and he's feeling like he hasn't seen you enough in recent weeks

He might steal your attention back from whomever you were speaking with.

Will take you to professional level basketball games

Heck one time you two went to see the Harlem Globetrotters and it was one of the best nights of his life

The both of you were amazed by the tricks and laughing along with the jokes.

You both even got a signed ball after one of trick shots ricocheted off the rim of the basket hit him on the head.

You two have a custody agreement for that ball by the way

But hey that was the risk of sitting court side, and at least it was a great memory

By the time you two left the gym, your cheeks hurt from smiling so widely

And as you two discussed the event as you walked back to his car, the streetlights hitting your face just right

In that moment he realized that he was absolutely and intensely in love with you.

It was honestly really sweet. But did he tell you how he was feeling? N o p e

But speaking of basketball

You are invited to every single one of his games

He wouldn't be mad if you couldn't come to every one, but he hopes that you would come support him at his big tournament games

On the days you go, he plays about 1000 times better

Riko loves those days because he listens to her and the Hyuga when they propose strategies without complaint

She especially likes it because he never loses when you show up

Yes she does ask you to go to every game and practice Seirin has.

And after every game, he takes you out for dinner. Even if its just at a 24 hour fast food joint. You two share a meal after each and every game you attend

He honestly looks forward to those times more than the actual games sometimes

Taiga isn't the type for extreme PDA but you bet your ass he loves to kiss you

No matter where you are, if you’re out together, he's giving you kisses

His hands resting on your cheeks, delicately stroking your skin with his thumbs

As he tenderly presses his lips to yours, passion and adoration oozing from his kiss

Because even though he has a hard time saying how much he loves you

The emotions he can't quite find the right words to say all come through with every press of his lips against your skin

All in all, dating Taiga would be fantastic, he's caring, considerate and always confident in both you and the relationship.

Now let's start off by saying Taiga becomes so much more jealous when he realizes Daiki is also pursuing you

The pair immediately turn it into a competition

If one of them buys you lunch, the next day the other is taking you for an expensive dinner

Taiga asking you to go to one of his games again? Sorry Daiki already asked you to go to his on that day

Daiki asking if you wanted to watch a movie at his place? Nope! Taiga bought & gifted you tickets for the concert your favourite band was putting on and had asked you to go with him months ago

Lord help you if they're playing against each other

Both will show off to the point its detrimental to their teams

You thought they were intense before? HAH! The tension between them is almost crushingly heavy now

(There's a reason for that) They bet that whoever won would be the only one to take you out for a month and the other person can't even ask.

Yes that bet is dumb

Yes their coaches kicked their asses for how they're behaving

After that they realize that maybe they shouldn't fight over you like you were a prize to be won

Because they both notice how much seeing each other fight like that hurts not just their relationships with you

But how it hurts, you in general

So with heavy and begrudging hearts they set their romantic rivalry aside

And come to you hearts in their hands and ask you if you'd give them both a chance

Because they recognize that at this point, if you haven't picked one of them

You probably aren't going to choose just one of them

And they would be damned if you chose to just walk away because of how they were acting

So after some explanations of their jealousy towards the other boy on their parts

And you willing to forgive their weirdness

You are now the happy owner of not one puppy of an Ace as a boyfriend.

But two doting Ace boyfriends!

Their individual relationships with you are mostly the same as above

But there are a few throuple dates, where you all go do something together

Heck sometimes the boys will do something without you and have little boys dates

By god can they be protective of you

Creepy old man staring at you? Taiga and Daiki are already glaring at him like nobody's business

Getting hit on and are uncomfortable? Daiki is dragging the person outside to beat the shit out of them while Taiga makes sure you're okay and feeling safe

They actually make a great team in terms of the relationship. Working in tandem to make sure you're happy, healthy, safe and feeling loved

The cuddle piles you find yourself in, are exquisite

Your back smooshed against Taiga's chest and Daiki's head resting on the top of your head while he holds you tightly

Who needs a blanket anymore? Certainly not you my dear, you have two very hot Aces to keep you warm now!

And you bet your ass those two will eventually end up kissing each other

Because well their competitive spirit towards each other never truly went away

Now their competitions look more like "who can kiss our significant other more"

(BTW the score for that one is Daiki III Taiga II, because Taiga fell asleep 3 hours before you and Daiki did the last time they played that game. Taiga still hasn't forgiven his brain for that)

The boys eventually come to terms with the fact that they think the other is hot, and sometimes (ie. Most times) they want to kiss.

They will absolutely deny it if asked by anyone but you. Because they don't mind you seeing them smooch, because then you may join them in the makeout session.

They may say they're as straight as an arrow, but every arrow has some flexibility to it under the right circumstances.

All in all its actually a really healthy poly relationship, once they get their heads out of their own butts that is

#aomine daiki #aomine x reader #aomine x kagami #kagami taiga #kagami x reader #knb #knb headcanons #kuroko no basket #mutuals #attacking my mutuals

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jaedore · 4 years ago

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parings: jung jaehyun x reader

genre: ceo!au, arranged marriage!au, angst, consumption of alcohol, asshole/player Jaehyun, swearing, smut

[ ☽ smut (unprotected sex-always use protection!!, oral (giving) | ◇ angst (from Jaehyun’s father- verbal abuse, belittling, hostile, swearing) | ☼ fluff ]

note: BB deals with themes of mental and physical abuse, which can be upsetting for some readers. If you feel uncomfortable reading these types of plots, you are advised to not continue. MINORS, READ AT YOUR OWN RISK, but I advise you to skip the sexual parts.

[ 12 k words ]

The sun is setting and calm music reverberates throughout your office as you turn on the music. It’s time to go home so your mother bids you a farewell for the night, the clicking of her heels fade away until you’re alone in the silent abyss. You’ve been unable to think throughout the entire day since your mind was occupied solely on Jaehyun, even the 4 meetings you attended today, you couldn’t even remember what they were about.

Just as you’re about to collect yourself for the night, a knock at the door echoes through your office leaving you to wonder who could possibly be here at this time when you’re about to leave. All you wanted to do was to go home and be with Jaehyun.

“Come in,” you sigh, your voice a little impatient as you continue to pack your belongings.

Loud steps reverberated from the sounds of their shoes, ringing throughout the hollow room, “I would’ve barged in if you kept me waiting any longer,” the voice sang.

You look at the owner of the voice and can’t help but gleam, the corners of your lips instantly uplifting, “Why didn’t you?”

“Because that’d be rude, especially if you were speaking to someone,” Jaehyun chuckles.

“Well I wasn’t, so the room is yours, Mr. Jung,” you bring your arms around his neck as he strides to your side.

“Oh?” he furrows his brow as he pokes his tongue inside his mouth, “are you trying to imply something suggestive, Miss y/l/n?” Jaehyun wraps his arms around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

“Of course not, I’m being completely professional,” you tease. You bring your fingers to loosen his tie and you slightly chuckle because you just wanted to have a little fun, “but is it working?” you playfully whisper.

Jaehyun grins, a small breath of mint air releasing from his lips, “If I were to be honest…” he comes closer to you until his lips are just grazing the surface of yours, “it is.” he smirks.

You pull him in for a kiss and it’s sensual, slow, just how you like it. It’s only been 8 hours since you’ve seen him but how come it felt like months? It’s true that you two couldn’t get enough of each other, any moment you had, you were wrapped with his limbs or your lips would be harmonizing.

The well-known shape of his lips that sculpted perfectly with yours brought you warmth, your cheeks heating up like it was your first time kissing him, like being sent to Cloud 9. With Jaehyun’s hands on your waist, he briskly lifts you up until you’re sitting on his desk and lifts your legs until they’re wrapped around his torso. Before your kiss could become heavier, another knock at your door rang through the heavy breaths. You ignore it thinking that you’re just hearing things, but when the sound comes again you exhale tense breath.

“Who’s there?” You push yourself from his body, but his lips are occupied as it pecks your neck, nuzzling his lips where it meets your shoulder.

“It’s me,” it’s a quiet voice, but it’s immediately recognizable, freezing you both.

“Is that-” Jaehyun’s voice rises in question and you nod, quietly jumping from your desk and buttoning your blouse you didn’t realize was unbutton, until the cold air hit your chest.

Jaehyun pulls himself together, tightening his tie and straightening his button-front shirt. He watches your back as you open the door and welcome the person in.

“Oh, Jaehyun. You’re here,” Chaeyoung’s eyes widened in distress, clearly not expecting him, but you could tell at the same time she felt ashamed.

Jaehyun adverts his gaze somewhere else, afraid that if he looked at her, she’d be disturbed from his intimidating, bitter glare, “Yeah,” he clears his throat, “I’m here to pick y/n up.”

“I-I can come back tomorrow.” Chaeyoung turns to you, her hands clasping together tightly.

“No, it’s okay,” you slightly smile and turn your head to Jaehyun. As you walk to him, you mouth, “wait for me out at the door,” hopefully, he’d understand that this is a private conversation just between you and her.

Jaehyun inhales a sharp breath, holding his composure as best as he could and nods. He squeezes your hand before sneaking off to the front of the door, patiently waiting for you. You give your attention to Chaeyoung as you sit in your seat while she sets herself in the chair across it. You already know what this conversation is about, you just weren’t expecting it to hear it so soon.

“I’m sorry,” she began, “I really didn’t intend on going to Jaehyun’s office to try and win him back.” Chaeyoung looked at you as if she was asking permission if it was okay to presume. “My emotions just took over and I don’t know what came over me, but I just miss him so much.”

“So you kissed him?” your eyes narrowed but immediately relaxed, you weren’t trying to act threatening or superior, even if you were her boss. You were just intrigued and a little agitated at her actions.

“I’m so sorry,” her voice broke as her hands fell on her lap, “I truly am. As I said, my emotions just took over me and I just- I just kissed him. It was a mistake and I regret it. I regret all of it. He loves you, he genuinely does and I can see that. I don’t want to take that away from both of you. Especially him.”

You hesitate before responding. If you were to forgive her, would that just give her another opportunity to manipulate you? Maybe not everyone’s trying to manipulate you. You think to yourself. “I forgive you,” you authentically meant it, you understand her feelings and where she was coming from. You just hoped that it’d never happen again.

Chaeyoung looks at you wide-eyed, not expecting you to forgive her right away. All your life, you’ve had trouble trusting people and accepting their apologies, but her apology sounded genuine like it was coming from the bottom of her heart.

“Does this mean I’m not fired?”

You laugh at her question, shaking your head, “this is personal business and has nothing to do with work. You’re an excellent designer, there’s no way I’m going to let you go.”

She immediately stands up and bows eagerly at you repeating to you how thankful she is as she quickly backs away, “have a wonderful night, Miss, y/l/n!”

“You too,” you call out to her, following her to the door and watching her figure close through the elevator doors. She’s always so eager after talking to you but always rushes to leave your office, you don’t know how to comprehend her personality.

“What was that?” Jaehyun asked.

“She apologized to me about the other day when she came into your office.”

Jaehyun glanced at you and then back at her, worrying if everything was genuine and true coming from Chaeyoung, “she did?”

You nodded and grabbed his hand to drag him to the car. You were restless to head home and strip into your pj's to sleep, work had overdone you no matter how much your mind was occupied with Jaehyun.

“Long day at work today?” He held your hand as you two entered the elevator.

“Yeah, we just got approval to promote our new collection internationally,” you replied, “so now, I’ll probably be busy with interviews and traveling back and forth.”

“Oh,” you could sense that Jaehyun was probably upset that there’s a possibility of you being gone, but you turned towards him and locked your arms around his neck.

“Wanna come with?”

“Sounds tempting,” Jaehyun chuckles as his hands sit on your waist, “but where?”

“You could come with me when I go to Paris next month...or the month after that,” you smile, hoping that it was convincing enough.

“Paris? Why Paris? And twice?” Jaehyun’s brows furrowed, his head slightly angling back to glance at you.

“Yeah, I have to go and prepare for Paris Fashion Week that takes place in the fall.” You pull away from him as the elevator doors open and you two step out into the parking garage.

“Yeah, I’ll ask off now then, so I can go both times.”

“Yay! Perfect!” You beam, clutching his arm. You were ecstatic to explore one of the most romantic cities in the world with the man you love. To spend time with him, see the Eiffel Tower, go to the cafe shops, and to shop in the capital of fashion. It’s your favorite time in the year despite how busy you were.

Throughout the week, Jaehyun and you planned out exactly what you were going to do with your old room since you were moving into the master bedroom with him. You two went out to try to buy a whole new mattress that both of you liked, but you were a little too picky.

“How about this one?” Jaehyun sat on one of the mattresses in front of you, tiredness weighing his eyes.

You sat down next to him, slightly jumping just to feel the softness. You loved your soft bed, it gave you a lot of comfort that you just got used to over a few years. You always had a hard time sleeping in hotels, so you always avoided overnight trips, “hmmm,” you purse your lips to the side, “no this one is too hard,” you whisper as you stand up, fixated on other mattresses.

“We’ve been in here for an hour. There’s one you must like,” Jaehyun dragged his feet to catch up with you.

“Let’s go check out another store, hm?” you suggested, clutching onto his arm.

“Okay okay, this is the last one for today though.”

“Okay. I’m sorry,” you pouted, “I just need to find the perfect one. I need to be able to sleep at night.”

“What about my bed? Why can’t we just keep my mattress?”

You hesitantly shook your head, “Promise you won’t make fun of me?”

“I would never,” Jaehyun replied, forehead creasing.

“It has too much history. I want this to symbolize something new to start for our memories.” You shifted your gaze between the ground and his shoes, anxious swallowing your breath. There was a pause between you two and you were afraid that maybe you were just being too cheesy, that he isn’t as romantic as he seemed.

“I agree,” Jaehyun lifted your chin with his hand, “come on,” he grabbed your hand as you two made your way to his car. “But wait-”

“What?” You looked at him, suddenly a little alarmed that you said something that threw him off.

“You didn’t complain all those times when you slept with me though,” Jaehyun teased, a grin stretching his lips, “especially after se-”

You gently shoved him away from you, “Oh shut up,” you scoffed as you ran to the car.

“Hey!”

You both plop onto the bed, completely breathless. It took you two an entire 30 minutes to get the mattress up to your new shared bedroom. You were horrible at navigating it, but Jaehyun was patient enough even if he had the heavier end of it.

“How about we just take a nap?” Jaehyun proposed, bringing an arm across your waist to cling closer to you.

“What about the bedsheets?” you laugh. You’re about to remove his arm but he whines in your chest and shakes your body from preventing you from moving.

“You worked hard today, baby. You deserve a nap after packing, unpacking your things, and getting our room ready.” Jaehyun pecks your neck.

“Maybe I do,” you softly whisper as he nuzzles his face in your neck, giving it a deeper kiss.

You two stayed like that for a while, with Jaehyun’s lips on your neck, kissing it, marking it while your lids got heavier from the weight of his limbs and hypnotic kisses.

You were on the brink of falling asleep when you hear Jaehyun murmuring, “I love you y/n.”

When you wake up, Jaehyun isn’t by your side and you jerk up until you’re off the bed, head darting back and forth, looking for your phone in case he texted you. Nothing. You blink, observing the area around you and it’s like how you left it before you fell asleep. Opened and unopened boxes sat on the ground, bedsheets were still in their packaging, and all the windows were shut, with only the sun setting.

“Jaehyun?” You called for him but received no answer and you call him again and again as you search the house. Silence. You pull out your phone to only be automatically sent to voicemail. That’s weird, he usually picks up my calls...but you shrug it off, knowing he’ll return home. For the next hour, you distract yourself by putting on the covers of the bed, setting it up for tonight, and unpacking your clothes to fit into the closet.

After an hour, you plopped on the bed satisfied with what you got done today, almost everything of yours was unpacked. The only thing left to do was to just figure out what side you wanted. Just as you were about to lay down, you hear the click of the door to your apartment and you peak out of the master bedroom to see if Jaehyun was finally home.

The man himself prances in with a plastic bag in one hand with the other holding onto a box of fried chicken. You suspect the plastic bag is filled with bottles of soju from hearing the clanking of the bottles against each other and seeing the faded green color of the bottles behind the plastic.

“Jaehyun!” you’re giddy as you open the door to reveal yourself and walk up to help him.

“You’re awake! I thought you’d still be asleep, I wanted to wake you up.” Jaehyun handed you the fried chicken as you both made your way to the living room coffee table.

It sat warm in your hands so you were quick to set it on the transparent surface, watching it steam and create a fog on the glass, “what’s all this?” you asked as he sat next to you, taking out the soju bottles.

“Well, I figured that we deserved a treat. A normal treat, without all the champagne and expensive dinner bills,” a chuckle rose from his chest, “it’s fried chicken and soju!” you could tell he was hungry from the excitement of pointing between the two items.

You both chomp into the fried chicken as you pair it with soju. The night is exchanged with laughs and tears of joy, especially when Jaehyun decides to turn on the music and have a tiny party with just the two of you. He pretends it’s the first time you’re meeting him and it’s love at first sight. It’s badly cheesy and would usually make you cringe, but as he acts over the top, you couldn’t help but hold onto your stomach as you fall on your butt.

For a sliver of a moment, the scenario almost drives you into tears because your first meeting was far from this, exchange curses, spilled drinks, and forced marriage, nothing was like the fantasy your minds illustrated. You didn’t want to be emotional and ruin the moment, so you stuffed it down your mind, plus you were happy. Truly happy.

“That was so much fun,” Jaehyun lets out a dragged out laugh as he sits next to you, who’s also laughing at his funny dance moves at his impression of trying to impress you.

“That was hilarious,” you reply, coming down from the high. “Hey,”

Jaehyun turns his attention to you, his eyes solely on you, and his ears tuned to your voice, he hums and listens to you but everything that comes out of your mouth is neglected. He’s so entranced in you at this moment, the crinkle in your smile, the uplifting corners of your lips when you smile as you speak, the sparkle in your eye whenever you dart them everywhere, and the sound of your voice has Jaehyun completely intoxicated. Jaehyun only realizes that you finished your sentence when he sees that your lips stopped moving and you’re giving him an interesting look.

“Hm? What’d you say?”

“Silly goose, I said ‘thank you for this. I love you.’” You reply. Maybe it was the soju or maybe you were just tired, but you just yearned for his touch, his warmth. You leaned your head against Jaehyun’s shoulder when he returned those adoring three words.

“Come on, let’s get to bed,” he scoops you into his arms and carries you to your new shared bed.

Almost everything was set, except for a few decorations you were gonna add, but Jaehyun felt content. It was like you were settling a new life with him and he couldn’t help but giggle to himself. You poke his dimples and ask him what he finds funny, but he just kisses your forehead as he carefully sets you down, telling you not to worry about it.

The two of you quickly fell asleep, the alcohol fading out and the physical tiredness settling into the muscles. You sneakily opened an eye to check on Jaehyun, it was easy to spot out his face through the darkness. You ran your hand through his features, starting at the cute point of his nose, up to his bold yet innocent eyebrows, trailing them down to the hills of his cheekbones, the puffiness of his cheeks, and down to those lips of his. The lips that felt like they were created for yours every time you two kissed. Before sleep lulled you away, you reached for his lips, giving him the softest kiss but as you were about to pull away, Jaehyun wrapped his arms around you and continued kissing you until the midnight hours reached both of your eyes.

The next few weeks came closer than you thought and soon you were on the plane to Paris. Jaehyun was knocked out beside you and it’s only been 5 hours into the flight...7 more to go, you sigh to yourself as you attempt to get some hours in. Your sleep schedule was definitely messed up because of the different time zones, but you hoped the darkness that pooled the sky was enough to fool your body to fall asleep.

“Y/n, y/n,”

You woke up to the feeling of your body shaking from a hand on your shoulder. Before opening your eyes, you wacked Jaehyun away, not wanting to open your eyes. You murmured him to stop but he didn’t because he began to start pecking kisses at your face.

“We’re here in Paris, baby,” he whispered, smoothing your neck.

You sighed because it was definitely suggestive, “Jaehyun stop, must you always find time to have sex?”

“I can’t help it, especially when we’re in the city of love,” Jaehyun sang, you knew he was smiling like a fool against your neck, “wake up and look.”

You rubbed your eyes awake and saw the peak of the Eiffel Tower poking through the clouds. A smile grew on your face, finally being back in your favorite city brought back nostalgia. And now that Jaehyun was here with you, it made you feel all happy and giddy.

“Shall we go explore the city? It’s only noon here,” Jaehyun checked his watch.

“I’m a little tired, can we just go to the hotel and sleep for a bit? I didn’t sleep well on the way here.”

“Of course, anything for you.” Jaehyun smiles as you two step out of the airport hand in hand, “we’ve got a whole week here.”

You two easily spotted your driver and headed to the hotel, “Four Seasons Hotel George V, please,” you call to the diver.

As soon as you and Jaehyun got to your room, both of you stripped down into nothing and climbed into bed together. It wasn’t usual for you two to sleep naked together, especially if you weren’t being intimate before it, but you desperately just needed to get out of the clothes that you sat in for 12 hours. Plus, you didn't want to dig into your suitcase to find your pajamas.

You’re not sure how long you two have been asleep but when you woke up, the moon shined its light through the curtains of your windows. You turned to Jaehyun whose arms were still wrapped around you and legs tangled with yours. He’s so beautiful. You stroke your hand through his soft hair, eliciting a soft sigh from him. To this day, it hurts your heart how dark of a past he had, how scarred he must’ve been as a child growing up. Jaehyun must’ve felt you shifting around making him open his eyes from his short slumber.

“Hey,” you greeted him with soft eyes.

“Hi,” he smiled, bringing you closer to his body.

“Did you still want to go explore? It’s dark out, but there’s a lot we can still do,” you suggest.

“I don’t care,” Jaehyun sighs, “as long as I’m with you.” he pecks the top of your head.

You glance up at him, but he’s already looking down at you with adoration in his eyes. You chuckle at his flirty comment and push yourself to get dressed. Meanwhile, Jaehyun watches you from the bed, obviously enjoying the view with his hands behind his head. You watch him watching you, holding eye contact as you slip on every single clothing slowly. The tempo driving Jaehyun insane, but he didn’t mind indulging in the view in front of him.

“If you keep that up, we won’t be able to go anywhere at this rate.” Jaehyun sucks in his bottom lip, preventing himself from becoming hard.

“What if that’s exactly what I’m trying to do?” you reply, slowly crawling up to him.

“Then it’s working,” Jaehyun breathes, but you’re quick to pull away teasingly and walk into the bathroom, slowly shutting the bathroom door behind you.

“Get ready loverboy!” You call from the sink as you shake your head. Oh boy, this is gonna be an adventurous trip.

The moonlight shines perfectly on your face as your hair comfortably flows behind your face. You hold a glass of wine against the tips of your fingers as your body leans against the edge of the wall with Jaehyun standing next to you as you stop to admire the view in front of you. The Seine River reflects the light of the city back to you, the tuned out conversations of others walking by, and the cool breeze of the Paris wind makes the moment perfect for Jaehyun. He thinks you look absolutely charming, like the view of when someone finds their true love.

“Look at the river, it’s so beautiful,” you giggle, you knew he was watching you, but the river in front of him was much better. How could you not be in the moment and view such scenery like this?

“But I think you’re more beautiful,” Jaehyun smiles, his eyes crinkling at his own compliment.

“Oh stop it! I hate it when you do that,” you scoff. Truth be told, you didn’t actually hate it. You absolutely love it when he compliments and teases you, you just don’t know how to take it.

“It’s true,” Jaehyun takes a sip of his wine and continues glancing at you every once in a while. This is going to be a fun trip, he laughs to himself.

“Shall we get back? We have to be at the studio pretty early tomorrow,” you finish the remaining red liquid in your glass.

Jaehyun laughs at your tolerance to carelessly down the drink but nods as he does the same before following you back to the hotel. You aren’t in a rush to get back though, you take your time walking through the streets of Paris, it’s not like you were here every month. The City of Love and the City of Fashion, what a moment to cherish with your love by your side.

“I love you,” you say to Jaehyun. You weren’t usually the one to say it, but when you do, you do it at the best moments where you feel content.

Jaehyun returns the words like music to your ears and kisses your temple, bringing his hands around your hip to bring you closer to him. The street lights bring a gold color to your faces as the music of the streets streams into your ears. You couldn’t be happier.

The next day in the studio, Jaehyun follows you around like a lost puppy. He’s very well known in the fashion industry because of his suave looks and dapper style, but he does not know the underlying industry of it. So, whenever inspiration strikes in your head, you’re quick to run to Jaehyun to try it on him.

You’re given a quick layout of the runway, making sure the length of it will give the audience enough time to admire Audace’s work and a tour of the studio where work will be done. After, you’re given the models profiles that will be walking the show and designate them to the appropriate outfit you see fit.

“Can I help?” Jaehyun chirps beside you. To be honest, you completely forgot that Jaehyun was next to you, you were so immersed in your work.

“Of course, just pair some of the models with the outfits you think will match them,” you nod the pile of pictures to him then go back to your work.

Jaehyun does as you say, subtly glancing at you to make sure he was doing this right. You would occasionally let out huffs here and there to express your frustration, every model looked the same. Blond hair, skinny, and tall. You abruptly stood up, earning looks from other designers, collecting some pictures from your piles and Jaehyun’s, and rushed to the person in charge of hiring them.

Jaehyun sat in his seat, giving the fellow people nods of apologies and followed after you. He stopped when he heard your firm voice from the door.

“These models all look the same,” you threw the file of remaining pictures to the man in front of you, crossing your arms instantly after.

“So?” The inconsiderate man cocked up an eyebrow, not bothering to greet you.

“I’m pretty sure that my company along with others, has pillars of diversity. This doesn’t show the world what we strive upon. Every single model looks the same.”

With a thick accent, retorted, “Well here, in Paris,-” he emphasized, “-we are the ones that hire the models. If you don’t like it, you’re more than welcome to drop your collection from the show.” the man crossed his arms.

You tilted your head back, scoffing at his foolish offer. Clearly, he didn’t know who you were. The founders of Paris Fashion week were calling, emailing, begging you to present your collection in their show and this man thinks that you can just drop out?

“I have no idea who you are, so your collection must not be that important,” the rude man grabbed his glasses to clean it on his shirt, clearly to signify that this conversation meant nothing to him.

Before you could speak up, Jaehyun snuck behind you and grabbed your arm, but you yanked it away. You were heated that this man thinks that you didn’t work your blood and sweat to get where you were and then to be beaten down because the hiring manager failed to uphold one of the most important aspects of not only your company but millions in the fashion industry. Several others that were going to present their collection, either have diversity in their company or strive for it. How come it was so hard for a show to reach that?

“Y/n, please. You’ve been working hard for this,” Jaehyun whispered in your ear, grabbing hold onto your arm again.

You were stubborn and you stood your ground with your chin held up high. You weren’t trying to be cocky, just trying to give this ignorant man a piece of your mind. But even your mind was battling between dropping out or continuing this because Jaehyun’s right. You have been working so hard for this moment, although this bends your values.

“Fine. Once you do find out who I am, just know that you won’t be in the same position next year,” you sigh, letting Jaehyun drag you away from the man’s office. You figured you’d talk to the members of the head founder anyways.

“Let go of me,” you pulled yourself from Jaehyun’s grasp, he looked at you surprised at your change in demeanor.

“I’m sorry if you’re mad, but you’ve been working day to night to get ready for this. Don’t let the looks of a model bring it down.” Jaehyun rubbed your arm.

You walked away from him, setting yourself propped up on your elbows on the table, “you don’t get it Jaehyun.”

“Then tell me so I understand.”

“These models all look the same,” you pointed to the remaining pictures you forgot to include into the file, “there’s no...flavor. Look,” you grabbed a few, “they all have blond hair, blue or brown eyes, same body structure. Don’t get me wrong, they’re all so beautiful in their own way. But Audace is different from all the other brands, I strive for a variety.”

“Y/n, this is a fashion show. You’re here to present the clothes that you made. Who cares if the models look the same? They probably chose them because they wanted the clothes to stand out. Your collection is so rare that you don’t even need models,” Jaehyun comforted you, bringing his hand to your cheek.

His touch wondrously calmed you down, making you inhale a deep breath before speaking, “I know, I just wish there were more diverse people in this show. You know, like, curly hair, brown hair, black hair, models with bigger hips, shorter legs. Just something that’s not like this-it’s been like this the past few years. I just want to make a difference.” You leaned into his touch.

“I know. But with that little spiel back there, I’m sure you sparked something new that’ll start,” he smiled at you, pressing a reassuring kiss to your forehead.

“I don’t know about that,” you sighed, turning your attention back to pairing the models with your outfits.

The first week in Paris was always the busiest, it’s the first week where you have to build the foundation of the show, as in establishing the order of outfits, pairing who with what, and navigating the work process of the show. It’s like you could never catch a break, but now with Jaehyun at your side, he always made sure you were taking breaks, eating, and staying hydrated. He’d usually be with you, but sometimes he’d go out and explore the city.

You were a little frustrated because you didn’t have that much time, so throughout the week, you made sure to show him your favorite monuments. Right after you come back from the studio, Jaehyun would always be excited to see you walk into the hotel room. He’d occupy himself with coffee or watching tv, but usually, you’d find him sitting out on the balcony, admiring the view of Paris. You two had the luxury of having one of the best views of the Eiffel Tower sitting right out your window.

At the beginning of the week, you took Jaehyun to the Arc De Triomphe and to the Palais de Louvre at night, making sure to get plenty of pictures. Then on Wednesday, you took him to try some wine at your favorite winery in the hills of the countryside, which of course resulted in you two to become a little tipsy and a little suggestive with each other. You got some wholesome pictures of Jaehyun too, some you’d use to make fun of him for. You also made sure to take him to the Luxembourg Palace, seeing how well he’d fit with royalty. Which he fit perfectly with.

The week was filled with pizza, pasta, wine, and pastries, and now here you were, sitting in the studio on a Friday evening, a little upset that you were heading home on Sunday. Jaehyun was quick to startle you, making you jump a bit when you were double-checking the mannequin and you jokingly slap his arm for distracting you from your work. You were almost done and all you wanted to do was to bask in the Paris air.

“Y/n?” A middle-aged slicked-back blond hair woman with a tablet walked up to you.

“Yes?”

“Someone would like to speak to you,” she replied, fixing her glasses.

“Who, may I ask?” You raised a brow.

She cleared her throat before speaking like it was a secret, “The president of the French Fashion Federation.”

“Oh,” your eyes widened and you quickly felt nervous settling into your blood, what did they want to talk about? Was it because of what I said to the hiring manager at the beginning of the week? Probably.

“Don’t worry, it’s probably something that’s not bad,” Jaehyun reassured you, but that didn’t change the fact that you were still nervous in talking to the founder of Paris Fashion Week.

You nodded back to Jaehyun as you followed the woman. Just as he was about to wave, he received a call from his father. With his mind reminding him to be patient, Jaehyun accepted his father’s call, anxious to know what this call is about.

“Hello?”

“Where are you? Where have you been? I need to back this instant!” His father shouts from the other line and Jaehyun pries his phone from his ears, the loudness ringing through them.

Until he knows his father isn’t yelling again, Jaehyun calmly responds, “I’m in Paris with y/n father.”

“How come it wasn’t brought to my attention that you were going to be gone for a week?” his father booms, clearly frustrated from the miscommunication.

“I asked off about a month ago, you know that. It’s been on the calendar. I’ve also told you and mother about this several times.”

“So in the time that we need to seal a deal, you’re off having fun and fucking around in Paris?” His father retorts.

“No, you know that she’s here to prepare for Paris Fashion Week in the fall, father.”

“I don’t give a living shit about her. You shouldn’t either.” his father begins, “Because you’re only married to her for business, you think this is all happy and fairytale-like? That everything’s all lovey-dovey just because you’re married upon a contract? No, I bet she doesn’t love you, she probably hates you because of you who are. A dirty, scathing, slug who only clings to the Jung name. Get your head out of your ass and get back home by Sunday,” he spats.

Jaehyun doesn’t give his father an answer or bids him goodbye. He felt sick to his stomach, a feeling he hadn’t had in a long time since he was a child, and knew that he needed to go back to the hotel room before he hurled his lunch out.

The lady leads you to a luxurious office that overlooks the city of Paris. Like your office, the windows reached from the floor to the ceiling. A woman around the same age as the lady that led you to the office sat in the office chair facing the window behind her, she swiftly turned around once she heard your footsteps.

“Hello,” you bowed to her.

“Good afternoon, come sit.” She greeted you with a smile.

You did as you said and sat in one of the available chairs in front of her desk, you crossed your legs and waited for her to begin, but she didn’t. The woman remained in her seat, staring at you as you bounced your leg, immediately stopping to show any signs of nervousness.

“Is there a reason why you called for me?” You carefully asked.

“There has been a lot of word about your little banter with our hiring manager,” she tilted her head, a tiny smile growing on her face.

“Oh yes, about that, I deeply apolog-”

“Don’t worry about it. You were right,” she removed her glasses, gently tossing them off to the side, “we are failing the fashion industry by not providing more diversity. I see how upset you were and I’m glad you brought it up, even if it was to the hiring manager, who is a man, so I’m not surprised he didn’t notice or even cared. We’re always finding ways to improve our shows and I wanted to let you know we are in the process of hiring more diverse models to walk the show.”

You sat in your seat completely shocked. Not only were you speaking with someone you always wanted to meet, but you also made a difference in the show. Finally, someone listened to me.

“Is everything alright?”

“Y-Yes! I-thank you! I don’t know what to say, I wasn’t expecting anyone to listen to me.” You timidly laugh.

“Well, even though I heard about it first and planned to do something, you should be thanking someone else. I’m not sure what his name is, but a handsome young man managed to walk into my office, past all my security and secretary and told me what we were doing wrong. Jung Jaehyun I believe was his name? Anyways, he’s a very good convincer. Let me know if you know him, I want to hire him as a model.” she laughed.

You laughed along with her, of course, the famous Jung Jaehyun just had to do something about it. You reminded yourself to let him know about it when you get back, but now you wanted to focus on the topic of hiring a diverse set of models. “He’s actually my fiance.”

“Oh perfect! That’s even better. I wish my husband would go to lengths like that. Well congratulations, when is the wedding?” She asked and all of a sudden you felt the nervousness dissolve into a comforting feeling, almost like you’ve personally known this woman.

“We haven’t officiated a date yet, but it’ll be this summer.”

“I remember my wedding, such a magical day. Let me know if you want a dress, I’d be happy to provide you with some of the best designers I know.” She kindly offered.

You two talked for what seemed like an hour, but when you looked outside, the sun was already setting, painting the room orange and red.

“Thank you for an amazing conversation, but I’m afraid I must get going. Jaehyun’s probably waiting for me,” you say, standing up.

“Of course, you have my business card, so let me know if you need anything. Thank you for helping us to be better,” she gave you a sincere smile and you bowed, shutting the office to her door.

When you walked back into the studio, you couldn’t spot Jaehyun anywhere so you pulled out your phone in attempts to reach him, but it looks like he beat you to it.

[ Loverboy: Sorry I didn’t tell you I left. But meet me back at the hotel! ]

You quickly picked up your things and left to go back to the waiting man. You called the driver to take you and sat in the back of the car excited to see Jaehyun. Since you were off tomorrow and were leaving Sunday, you had a day's worth of time to spend with him in Paris before you two left.

When you entered your hotel room, it surprised you to see Jaehyun already sleeping soundly on the bed. His naked torso showed in the cool night with limbs strapped in the sheets. Jaehyun looked so adorable and at peace whenever he wasn’t throwing flirtatious remarks at you or trying to be suggestive. It was like he was the cutest kitten you’ve ever laid your eyes on, you just wanted to tuck him right in your little pocket. After you finished gushing over him, you quietly bent down to give him a goodnight kiss before hopping in the shower to clean yourself for the night.

Letting the hot water flow through your body, you felt reflected on the conversation with the president of the founding company of Paris Fashion week. You were still beyond shocked that words got to her with the help of Jaehyun. Usually, no one listened to you because you weren’t at the CEO position yet, therefore you weren’t taken seriously.

You stepped out, drying your hair to see Jaehyun sitting up and rubbing his eyes, “I’m sorry, was I too loud?” you felt bad if you were the reason for his waking.

“No, no I was waiting up for you then I guess I just fell asleep. I wanted to see you come back safely,” he opened his arms for you and you quickly came to him, burying yourself in the covers.

You gave him a cheeky smile and pressed kisses all over his naked chest, you were so happy. So overjoyed and grateful for the handsome man that held you close to his chest.

“What’s this? You’re usually never this affectionate,” Jaehyun pulled you away, “what have you done with my y/n?” he teased, gazing into your eyes to see if you were really you.

“Stop it,” you grumble, pulling yourself back into his chest, “I know I don’t say it often but I mean it when I say that I love you, okay? I’m thankful for you and I’m happy when I’m with you.”

“I know,” Jaehyun hums, his head leaning down on top of yours after kissing the top of it, “I love you too, you know that.”

You two stayed in that position for a bit until Jaehyun felt your body slump in his arms. He peered down at you to see you asleep after a long day of work. Jaehyun lowered himself with you in his arms slowly onto the bed and turned off the lamp, kissing your lips goodnight, telling you one more time that he loves you.

When you woke up the next morning, Jaehyun was already awake, watching you from his propped up elbow. His head covered the light of the sun, making him look like he was lighting up your entire world.

“You always do that,” you groggily said, referring to the fact that whenever he’s the first one awake, he’ll always watch you sleep until you are.

“And I’d do it forever,” Jaehyun brushed away the hair that stuck to your face from sleeping on it for so long, “you know you move a lot when you sleep?”

“No, I don’t,” you turn so your back faces him.

“I didn’t say that I didn’t like it,” you could sense the mischief in his voice as he slowly creeps to you, slithering his arms around your waist before applying pressure to it.

“Jaehyun stop!” You laugh loudly, begging him to stop tickling you as you thrash your limbs everywhere.

He didn’t stop until you had tears brimming at your face, perhaps he was a little too rough, “oh, I’m sorry baby,” he clings on to you like he was afraid you’d leave.

“I’m not mad Jaehyun, you just made me laugh too much,” you try to pry his hands from your body, but he doesn’t budge or say anything, “let’s go get breakfast, hm?”

Jaehyun nods, loosening his hold on you and sitting back up to see if you were actually okay, “I’m sorry, I won’t be so rough again.”

“Jae, I’m fine. Stop being such a worrywart,” you reassured him, combing your fingers through his hair, “come on, I know a place. Let’s go before all the pastries are all gone!” you flip the sheets and run to the bathroom with Jaehyun right behind you.

You two walk the streets of Paris, looking forward to the bakery you always come to whenever you’re in the city. They had the best chocolate croissants, it was flakey, buttery, soft, yet sweet, igniting every taste bud.

“Oh, oh, it’s this one!” You point excitedly and run in, with Jaehyun quickly trailing behind you.

You grab a basket and start going at it in the bakery, while Jaehyun just laughs, watching you because you reminded him of a cartoon character running like a headless chicken, kind of like that moment at the grocery store when you two went out to buy ingredients to make homemade pasta.

“She knows what she’s doing. She loves your pastries” he says to an employee who stands next to him astonished that someone could run that fast back and forth and know what they want.

When you get everything that you wanted to share with Jaehyun, you pay for everything and drag him out of the store. You both ate from the bag as you made your way to your destination, the Hall of Mirrors. Since it was a Saturday, several people were out for tours and sightseeing and Jaehyun made sure to hold you close to him, afraid that he’d lose you in the sea of people.

“I just don’t want to lose you,” he murmurs in your ear when you feel his familiar warmth on your waist for the hundredth time. You giggle, finding it cute that he says it as an excuse. The group of people was across the room and it was only you two who were freely walking around without a tour guide, you weren’t even close to people.

You stepped into a room full of color and painted walls, the ceiling being the highlighted piece. Paris was the city of love and fashion, but you also admire the artwork and history of the underlying city. The Hall of Mirrors held art that depicted the victory of three powers: political, economic, and artistic success of France.

“357 mirrors??” Jaehyun pulled away from you, shocked at the number of mirrors, “how do you know?”

“I counted them,” you reply, a proud smile painting your face.

“Funny,” Jaehyun scoffs and leaves you behind for the next room.

“I’m serious!” You call as you try to chase him down, but you’re too slow with your shorter legs and you lose him as you open the door and see no one. “Uhh, Jaehyun? Jae-?” you called and called for him but he never answered, you searched each hallway to only find yourself lost within the walls of art and mirrors.

You whip out your phone to call him, but he refuses to answer your calls and you grow more frustrated at the fact that one, you’re lost and two, he just left you. You inhale a sharp breath and try your best to find the exit, but only fail when you see that you’ve only been going in circles.

As you turn a corner, you knock into something particularly hard, “oof,” you palmed your forehead to only realize you’re face to face with a security guard. He had the longest legs you’ve seen, sharp facial features, and beautiful blue eyes, you stepped back to bring space between you two and gaped at his beautiful face. This man could literally be on the cover of Vogue.

“Can you help me?” you manage to blurt out.

“Sure, are you okay?” he kindly asked.

“I’m lost, can you show me the exit please?”

“Of course, follow me,” he flashed you a smile before leading you through the twists and turns of the monument. Soon, you were able to see the door that you came through initially with Jaehyun, but now it was only you, or so you thought. Just as you thanked the kind security guard and turned around, you’re met with the man himself.

Jaehyun gives you an innocent look that makes you huff and walk past him, but he’s quick to gently grab your wrist.

“You left me there, no lunch for you,” you stated, not bothering to turn back.

“I’m sorry I was just playing and I thought you’d be right behind me.”

You turn to face him, “how do you expect me to catch up with you when you prance around with those long legs?” you point at them and turn again, walking away from him.

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry. Let me make it up to you,” he suggests.

You nod, letting him continue.

“Dinner at the Eiffel Tower, tonight at 6.”

“Nope,” you cross your arms and pretend that you’re unsatisfied, which is far from the truth. You’d absolutely love to have dinner with him there, you just wanted to see how far you could go with pretending to be mad.

All of a sudden, Jaehyun brings your body close to his, almost too close in a public setting. With a low whisper, he says, “that wasn’t a question, angel,” and then lets you go, showing that innocent face of his again.

You scoff at the switch of personalities, “you think you’re all that, huh?”

Jaehyun laughs, breaking that facade of his, “I do, but it worked didn’t it?”

“Yes,” you walk away from him back to the car, “and I hate to admit it.”

For lunch, you let Jaehyun choose the restaurant and it turned out to be the best decision. You had your pasta, while Jaehyun had his, occasionally trading plates because it was normal for you two to do that and share. You two shared a comfortable conversation before heading back to the hotel. The walking, eating, and sightseeing both got to your bodies, so it was decided that a nap would be the best idea before dinner.

Except when you woke up, Jaehyun wasn’t by your side anymore. You felt the coldness of where his arms usually would be and you woke up a little disoriented. You grabbed your phone that sat on the bedside drawer and saw a text he sent a couple of minutes ago.

[ Loverboy: I’m sorry if I alarmed you if I wasn’t there when you woke up. There’s something special for you in the closet <3 ]

Ouu is it a gift?? You excitedly jumped from the bed and opened the closet to see a Monique Lhiullie Two-Toned Velvet and Satin Gown on a hanger with a post-it note stuck to it.

[ I’ll meet you at the Eiffel Tower, take your time in getting ready. ]

And so you do as the note says, you make yourself look nice and presentable while curling your hair for volume. You slip on the simple outfit, the flow of the satin half of the gown flowed down your legs, allowing a high slit on the side, while the velvet top elongated your neck and covered your chest, it was a humble and modern look. Looks like Jaehyun knew what you liked. You pair it with dark blue heels and some dainty earrings before grabbing your small clutch in your hand, making way to the car.

Without a word, you sit in the car and look at the view of Paris pass by. You couldn’t wait to see Jaehyun since he bought you a dress you figured that he’d be dressed nicely also. It’s been a bit since you’ve seen him in a suit because he’s been able to work at home, it gives you butterflies whenever he does. Seeing him all dominant and powerful.

“Miss, we’re here.” the driver drove up to the entrance of the monument where a waitress was waiting for you.

You thanked the driver and stepped out of the car, walking towards her, she was dressed in her nice uniformed outfit as she held a genuine smile to you. You followed her where she led you to level two of the dining area. Le Jules Verne. No matter how many times you came to Paris, you never got to try their food, but you heard great things about it.

As you stepped off the elevator you couldn’t help but feel your breath being taken away as the view stands strongly in front of you. The view of you standing over the city of Paris, in the most famous monument, about to have dinner with your love, brought you so much gratification and contentment. Speaking of him, your eyes searched for him in the crowd of seated people, but he was nowhere spotted.

“Looking for me, love?” a voice behind you, making the butterflies fly to your mind. You snap around and see Jaehyun dressed nicely in a suit with his hair gently gelled back, leaving some loose hairs to brush his forehead.

You gave him a bright smile as he reached for your hand, only for you to immediately take it and lock it with his, “well look at you. Don’t you look dashing?”

“I would say so,” Jaehyun comes close to your ear, “but I’d say you’re rather ravishing,” he drags the last part and it sends chills down your spine.

Instead of shoving him away like you usually do, you bring him closer to press a kiss to his lips. It’s desperate and hard, but it’s short enough to leave him grasping for more.

You two sit yourselves at the table and Jaehyun takes his hand in yours, “but no, I mean it y/n. You look gorgeous today,” he caresses your hand, the loving touch calming down your nerves as the heat rises in your cheeks.

“Hello, welcome to Le Jules Verne, are we interested in some wine?” The waiter came up to you and kindly asked with a bottle in his hand.

“Yes please,” your eyes widen at the desirous bottle. How could you miss an opportunity from the hills of the countryside in Europe?

He poured the smooth, red liquid in both of your glasses and took your orders. Before walking off, Jaehyun persuaded him to leave the bottle for the both of you because he was convinced you two were going to finish it.

Throughout dinner, Jaehyun and you couldn’t stop exchanging stories about your own childhood. He had a darker one, but he steered away from that, afraid that you still don’t like that side of him. Instead, he’d tell you about his summers at youth basketball camp, his summer vacations to Hawaii and the Bahamas oversees, and his job.

“Jaehyun,” you spoke up, catching his attention from his gaze on his food, “do you truly love what you do?” you ask him. He was born into the position, so it was inevitable it’d be given to him whether he liked it or not. You thought that if he had the opportunity, would he have taken on a different role? Because you were born into this position too, but you knew that you’d choose to go into fashion either way or do you know?

Jaehyun hesitated, taking a little more time than you thought, “I do like it-” he nodded, “-really. I know I was basically born for this position, but even if I wasn’t, I feel like I’d still be interested in international trading. I mean I always wonder where I would be if I wasn’t born to be Jung Jaehyun. I don’t know, maybe I could’ve been a model.” he chuckles.

“That’s believable,” you say, “when I was called to go speak to the president of the founder of Paris Fashion Week, she told me you were so handsome that she’d hire you to be a model.” you laugh.

“I’d take that chance if that means that you get to dress me,” his brows take turns raising up and down and you scoff at his suggestive comment.

“But I heard what you did,” you began, your fingers holding the red wine and swirling it in your hand.

“And what did I do?” his forehead creased.

“I heard that you stormed into the president’s office demanding some change about the models.”

“Oh,” Jaehyun’s lips form into an ‘o’ as he shyly looks away.

You take his hand in yours and caress it, “Thank you,” you smile at him to receive the same genuine smile, “I mean it.”

“Well, of course, it’s something you value. You stand up for what is right and it shows how big your heart is.” Jaehyun shrugs like it’s nothing but it means the entire world to you to hear that from him. The way his eyes glisten against the light of the restaurant, those deep sets of dimples settling in, it makes your heart swell. “I’d do anything for you.”

“And same for you,” you strum, pursing your lips to the glass.

By the end of dinner, you two go to the rooftop and admire the city below your feet with wine glasses hanging by your fingertips. The lights that reflected from the city bounced back on Jaehyun, painting his face the slightest color of gold. His floppy hair danced with the spring air as it flew by and you couldn’t help but lay a kiss on his cheek. Surprisingly, you weren’t intoxicated at all, but you were definitely drunk on the sight of him in the night sky of Paris.

“What was that for?” He asks, giggling.

“Nothing, you just look so handsome,” you respond, your eyes turn into crescents when Jaehyun’s do too when you reach to caress his cheek.

He wraps your arm around your waist to pull you to his chest, your lips are close enough that you get a waft of the red wine “let’s go make love, hm?” he whispers to you, lips grazing against yours.

You tilt your head back, laughter in your chest from his approach, “I’d love to,” you hum, pulling away to tug on his arm to take you back to the hotel.

The elevator door hasn’t even closed yet and Jaehyun’s hands were already all over you, feeling each inch of your skin.

“You have no idea how much I want to rip this dress off of you.”

“Don’t.” You mumble against his lips, “This cost you almost $4,000,” you whisper against his lips.

Ding!

“I don’t care,” he grumbles, dragging you to your door as the elevator doors open.

With jumbled fingers, Jaehyun struggles to take the room card out from his wallet with some of his own falling out. You chuckle at his hasty state and hold his hand, your touch reminding him that you have all the time in the world. Jaehyun inhales a deep breath before taking out the correct card and sliding it through the door, allowing access to the door.

Like the switch of the sun and moon, Jaehyun’s persona did too. As soon as the door shut behind you, his strong body collided with yours along with his lips, wringing out a grunt from the impact. The kiss was heavy, fast, yet felt with an abundance of pleasure while Jaehyun’s hands roamed your body, feeling the dip in your waist and hips, the hills of your chest, and the rise of your cheeks. Eagerness settled into your bones when he nipped your bottom lip.

With strong hands, Jaehyun leads you to the bed as he searches for the zipper of your dress as you make yourself busy by throwing his suit to the floor and fumbling with the buttons of his button-front. Before Jaehyun could pull the dress off of you, he wanted to cherish you at this moment. Your last night in Paris with him, with the lights turned off and the only source of light is the Eiffel Tower and the city. He was slow to pull down the sleeves from your dress, letting it fall from your shoulders on its own to reveal your alluring self, so naked, so vulnerable. All for him. With gentle hands, you stripped him from his button-front and lowered yourself to his knees, his dark eyes following you as you unbuckled the lock to his pants. Jaehyun kicked them behind him as they fell at your knees.

With grasping hands, you held him by the hips to press a kiss to his hard bulge, as usual as it strained against the cotton material. He was quiet enough to let out a grunt, frantic to feel your mouth on his cock. You took your time to pull the last piece of clothing down, Jaehyun stepping out of it and throwing it somewhere in the room, you kissed up his hard member, as the tip glistened with precum at the bottom of his stomach. He mumbled something you couldn’t understand as you glanced up at him, but you knew he was dazed, crazy for your mouth.

Slowly, you lead the cock into your mouth, wrapping your pretty lips around him as you take him farther into your mouth. Jaehyun’s hands found their place in your hair, quickly tying it up into a ponytail since he knew how much of a mess he could be.

You began to pick up the pace, leading him in and out of your mouth faster than before, but making sure he wasn’t hitting the back of your throat just yet. With his hands settled in your hair, he had to refrain himself from taking the reins, afraid that he’d take it too far and hurt you. Although you two were intimate several times or had quickies, here and there, Jaehyun was just afraid of not being able to control himself whenever he’s around you because you’re just so hypnotizing to him. It was like every time your lips were on his, the only thing he wanted was to shut his mind off and feel you.

As soon as you felt his hips began stuttering and his breath hitching, you knew he was close. So with care, you pushed yourself until you met the base of his cock, your nose hitting his lower stomach with his tip hitting your throat. You were careful to swallow and let out a low, long, moan to send shivers down Jaehyun’s body. And like cause and effect, he releases as a pleasing groan.

From his head falling forward to gaze at you, he caresses your cheek and massages your head, “you look so-” he grunts, “-breathtaking sucking...my cock.”

You pull away from him, sucking his cock until you reach the tip then come forward to only have him hit your throat again and again. You continue to do so, abusing your throat until he’s quickly coming apart in your mouth, his stuttered moans, breakable gasps, have you wet too. You’re quiet in your sounds as you run your fingers into your panties, feeling the slickness of your sex and spreading them to your clit to arouse some stimulation. Due to your lack of control, a moan breaks out, sending vibrations to Jaehyun’s shaking body, and soon the warm and thick liquid shoots into your mouth. You use your best abilities to swallow as much as you could while catching your breath. Jaehyun is gentle in pulling himself from your mouth with an adoring gaze glued to the string on his cum dripping from your lips, wiping the corner as your breathing returns.

Among swift arms, Jaehyun lifts you and gently sets you on the bed, the sheets and mattress attempt to swallow you as Jaehyun’s gaze does the same. He takes his time indulging himself in the naked sight of you, the only thing on you are your white panties, already soaked and only for him. His rough fingertips press your clit, making you instantly arch up, but Jaehyun’s quick to hold you down, his free hand pushing down your abdomen. As a smirk lifts a corner of his lips, he drags your panties down your legs, revealing your dripping sex for him.

“All for me,” Jaehyun whispers, admiring the way fingers are coated with your wetness as he shares it with his mouth and the lips of your sex.

You shudder when he inserts the same finger, along with another, that was in his mouth into you. He’s not gentle in his movements, for his fingers quickly in and out of you, the patience in him fraying.

“Come on baby, you gonna come?” He looks at your writhing self when he puts his thumb on your clit, tracing circles on the small bud.

Words fail to escape as your mind is only concentrated on climaxing on his long digits. You’re so close you can see the light, but Jaehyun slows his speed and you shoot him a dissatisfied glare as he backs away from you. You prop yourself on your elbows as his naked figure walks to the window, admiring the night view of Paris instead of you. The light of the Eiffel Tower and the city brings the room to aglow.

You frustratedly sigh, as he doesn’t give you any of the attention you craved. You were so close to climaxing, you could almost reach it so you figured that you’d just do it yourself. You surreptitiously brought your hand to your clit, beginning to stimulate it again.

“Don’t you dare.” Jaehyun sees your misbehaving hands reaching for your sex in the reflection of the window. He immediately walks to you who raised your eyebrows as he grabbed your arm, dragging you to the window.

You grunt with the tight grip he has on your arm as he presses you up against the window. Jaehyun doesn’t give you any warning as he instantaneously thrusts into you, hands now around your hips to give him control. You grip one of his hands that clutches your hips as he rams into you repeatedly, gasps, and moans filling the room. You pray that no one next door hears you and halts this moment because you want it to never end. And while you pray, Jaehyun worships your body, the way you look so tiny in front him, whining and moaning all from his cock.

“So beautiful. Show all of Paris who makes you feel this good,” Jaehyun groans in your ear. “Only I can make you feel like this.”

You nod in agreement with only a whimper coming out to respond to Jaehyun. You’re overwhelmed with his hard member entering you over and over again, his tip hitting the right spot. There’s a growing warmth in the pit of your stomach telling you that you’re about to climax. You beg for him to keep going, to not ever stop at the pace he’s going at and he easily grants your wishes.

Your naked body is pressed against the window, flattened against the transparent glass to give everyone in Paris a show. The specks of dots below you are the last thing you’re worried about, for you’re way too high to suspect anyone’s glance up your window.

With your neck tilting back, Jaehyun kisses your shoulder to give you tenderness, later trailing it up to your neck as his hands caress your waist. “That’s it, baby, you’re doing so well,” he whispers in your ear, eliciting a whimper from your lips due to your ability to make up any words.

You’re completely dazed, the feeling of Jaehyun thrusting in and out of you washes over your mind and body. A cry rips from your throat and your head falls forward, forehead resting on the glass window, your breath creating a fog on it.

“I’m...close,” you clamp your hold on Jaehyun’s hand whose hand sits on your waist, continuing to control the pace. You know he’s quickening it, you can feel it when he tightens his grasp.

“Cum with me angel. Wanna feel you cum all over my cock,” he pants, his breath tickling your neck.

The pace sends you to the stars, gasps are dragged from your throat and tears are streaming down your face. You hold onto nothing but your fist that’s tightly clasped together against the window as you get out a clamorous moan, squeezing your eyes shut as your sex violently clenches against his cock and your legs go numb.

Jaehyun wraps his arms from behind, clutching onto you as he comes undone too. He slowly rides you while kissing your shoulder, telling you how beautiful you are and how great you did. You hum at the responses, wanting to speak, but drained to think of a sentence. Your legs become weak when he pulls out, quickly catching you with his embrace around you, and carries you to the bathroom, setting you on the tub to draw water.

With soft touches like the Spring wind, he plants kisses on your face and this time he’s gentle in his touch. He strokes your hair and caresses your cheek as he lets your hair down, your hair brushing through his fingers.

“You’re so beautiful,” he smiles down at you as you lean into his comforting touch, tired from before. But maybe you weren’t tired, maybe you were still dazed.

Jaehyun waits until the water is drawn up until he gently sets you in the marble tub, the water bouncing from your impact. He’s great in persuading you that he just wanted to take care of you after the hard lovemaking, but you’re quick to realize that this is all just a trap as you feel his strong hands wander to your sex, the other leading to your breast. You turn around to see a mischievous smile on Jaehyun’s face and that’s when you knew you fell into it.

Jaehyun’s quick with his fingers once again, failing to bring any mercy to your pussy as the other pinches your nipple reluctantly. Your head falls back onto his shoulder as you suppress a moan when he dips two fingers into you, pumping at a fast pace.

“Please,” you whimper. He kisses your temple, wanting to be all soft, but you just wanted him to ruin you. You know he wanted to also because of his hardened cock poking your back.

You remove his arm from your body and turn around until you’re straddling him, the water swaying from your movements. You don’t say a word, don’t give him a warning, and you ease yourself on his member, having him completely in you.

An elongated moan is released from both of you as you begin riding him, the base of his cock rubbing your clit to stimulate more friction. Jaehyun begins to become more vocal, his grunts are becoming louder and his breath hitches as you ease in and out at a faster pace. You know he’s quickly coming soon and so are you. He holds onto your breasts as you bounce on him, throwing your head back from the pleasure only to receive harsh kisses on your neck.

His lips. You grow a sudden craving for his lips and tilt your head down until you’re met with him. These lips are red, plump, and swollen from biting them, so of course, you went in to satisfy your hunger.

The kiss is slow and loving. The creation of your lips against his, confirms you that you were made for each other. That you were always fated to for him. You tilt your head to deepen the kiss, letting Jaehyun’s tongue into you. The thrashing of your tongues mixes with the lewd sounds of your bodies hitting against each other and the water pooling to the floor from the constant movements.

The growing knot tightens in your stomach and the grasp of Jaehyun’s hands on your body stiffens on your skin and you know he’s there.

“Together?” You pant against his lips.

“Always,” he responds.

Jaehyun then takes control of the pace, he knows what makes you both come undone together and sooner or later, a groan rips his throat while you scream his name, unbeknownst to you, crying as you come down from another long-awaited climax.

Holding you in his arms with your head on his shoulder, Jaehyun strokes your head while riding out your high until he knows it’s the right time to stop. In the meanwhile, he murmurs words of love to you, whispering sweet nothings like a lullaby sending you to your dreams.

In the midst of everything, he’s haunted of his conversation with his father. He didn’t mean to doubt your love for him, but after he treated you like shit in the beginning, was this too good to be true? Was having you in his arms too selfish?

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miyanom · 4 years ago

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HEY LOVER!

MASTERLIST | PAIRING: MARCO BODT X F!READER

synopsis: cancelling the movie date you had planned with your boyfriend, he takes you to a park. and a few flower crowns later, he’s asking you the question you thought would never come.

genre: fluff, modern au

warnings: none that i can think of!!

notes: i’m spamming kinda but i wanna get this posted before valentines day is officially over for me!

Y/N found her eyes flickering from her excited boyfriend, to the basket he held up for her to see. While it wasn’t quite what she expected after they had both agreed on not celebrating Valentine’s Day, it’s not like Y/N could say she was disappointed in the sudden turn of events.

“Come on, it’ll be fun,” Marco grinned, leaning in to kiss her cheek before he entered her apartment, placing the basket on her kitchen counter. “We can go right now, I know the perfect place.”

“Right now, right now?” Y/N raised a brow, motioning down the pjs she was still wearing.

“I mean,” Marco raised a hand to scratch the back of his neck nervously. “You can change first, obviously.”

“Thank you,” Y/N breathed out with a smile, before stopping in front of Marco, placing a hand on his arm softly. “And I love this idea, okay? I promise.”

“Are you sure? I know it’s sudden,” Marco sighed. “We agreed not to do anything, you probably planned out movie night and everything, I’m so-”

Y/N cut him off with a kiss, one that he instantly melted into, his hands twisting around her waist to bring her in closer.

She slowly pulled away, immediately noticing the soft expression across his visage. “It’s not that sudden,” she told him, pecking his lips one last time. “I’ll get ready and then we can go.”

Marco, who had been unusually confident when he entered her apartment suddenly looked away shyly as he nodded, praying that she didn’t see the blush painted across his freckled cheeks.

Y/N did notice though, her smile only growing as she shook her head and turned back into her room. As she left, Marco reached into the pocket of his jacket, his knuckle brushing against a small box.

It’s not as if Marco originally planned on a picnic date for Valentine’s Day, he actually looked forward to the movie night Y/N had mentioned. But when his roommate Jean had found the ring sitting on Marco’s bed, he kept saying how romantic it would be to propose on Valentine’s Day.

Maybe he had gotten in Marco’s head, maybe that’s why Marco was about to do one of the most cliche things you could do in a relationship.

But right now, he didn’t care. He didn’t care that they hadn’t even moved in together yet, he didn’t care it was cliché to propose on Valentine’s Day. He just didn’t care.

How long was he going to keep telling himself that he was waiting for the time to be right? Maybe it’d never be right. But there was no harm in asking.

Their relationship had been building up to this for a while now, since he saw Y/N staring longingly at the ring section when they went to buy his cousin a birthday present.

“Hey, what are you thinking about?” Y/N questioned, snapping Marco out of his thoughts. She was standing in front of him now, slipping one of her shoes on.

Marco blushed as he shook his head, reaching to grab the basket again, before holding out a hand for her to take. “Nothing. Let’s go!”

“Jean really said that?” Y/N questioned, her eyes widening, though she didn’t look up from the flowers she was fiddling with in her hands.

“Yeah,” Marco let out a sigh, leaning his weight on one arm as his eyes scanned across the park. “But Sasha and Connie managed to get him to pay anyways.”

“Of course they did.” Y/N’s laugh sounded like music to Marco’s ears as he found his eyes drifting back to her. “Jean can pretend to hate them all he wants, but I know he has a soft spot for them.”

“Of course, he-” Marco cut himself off when Y/N suddenly leaned in, resting the flower crown she had been making on top of his head, before quickly pecking his lips.

“Looking good, lover boy,” she complimented, the pet name she had called him since the early days of their relationship rolling off her tongue with ease. Kissing him one more time, she turned back to make another flower crown for herself.

Marco sat there, stunned, unable to form any words as he swallowed the lump forming in the back of his throat. Now… it was now or never.

Reaching into his jacket pocket, he could feel the small velvet box brush against his fingers as he pulled it out.

Y/N could feel Marco moving on the blanket behind her, and she simply let out a hum of acknowledgement when he tapped her shoulder for her attention.

“Y/N.” The shake in his voice is what led to Y/N finally turning around, a gasp escaping her lips as she realised Marco was now on one knee, an opened ring box in his hands.

She found her eyes flickering between him and the ring as he began speaking again. “Y/N, I… I’ve been thinking about this for awhile now. I’ve loved you since the day we met, and I know everyone says love at first sight isn’t real, but it is when I’m with you,” he spoke softly. “I want to wake up by your side every day, and- and call you my wife when I tell people how much I love you.”

He took a pause for a second, unable to even look Y/N in the eyes, fearing whatever reaction she had to his words. “I’ve felt this way since we first started dating… I’ve always known it’s you. So- so will you marry me?”

Marco was greeted by his silence, and he felt the smile slip from his face, until he finally lifted his head. Y/N sat there with one hand covering her mouth, tears forming in the corners of her eyes. But he barely got a good look at her when she was suddenly throwing herself into his arms, knocking the ring and its box onto the blanket between them.

Marco froze up, hesitantly wrapping his arms around her as she began nodding her head. “Yes!” She cried out happily. “Yes, I’ll marry you!”

Relief flooded his body as Y/N moved away, and he quickly grabbed the ring again, slipping it onto her finger with ease before pulling her into a kiss. His hands coming up to rest against her cheeks.

She tasted like chocolate strawberries they had been eating, and the happy tears that were streaming down her face, but he couldn’t care less.

He pulled away breathlessly, his forehead resting against her own. “I love you.”

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epicfangirl01 · 4 years ago

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Random HCs of The Bois™️ Finding Out About AFAB!MC's Period

Honestly, I'm only writing this because of Mammon's reaction that popped into my head, and I wanted to see how the others would react. Also, these are on the basis that you and the brother are dating a couple months after your arrival.

TW: 18+ because some of the brothers are needy af

Lucifer

You knock on Lucifer's door shortly after school, feeling anxious. Your period came in the middle of your final class, when you realized you were out of pads and tampons. As you were in the Devildom, there isn't a stock of supplies for your already miserable week. And the only way to go to the human world was through Lucifer or Diavolo. As much as you love the gentle giant, you would rather talk about the situation with your boyfriend.

Lucifer tells you to come in, and the eldest brother's eyes soften as he glances up at you. His gaze doesn't linger, however, turning back to his stack of paperwork.

"Do you miss me already, MC? The academy bells have just finished ringing." You shift nervously, your period making you feel uncomfortable, before speaking up.

"I do, but that's actually not why I'm here... I need to go to the human world to pick some things u-" Lucifer sighs, scratching the paper with his pen.

"Darling, I'm sorry, but I am very busy. Besides, you just got home from school. You can wait to go on a shopping spree with Mammon and Asmodeus." You step closer, frowning, and you try to explain.

"No, Lucifer, that's not-" Lucifer's eyes narrow in irritation, still glancing at his paperwork, but his words become a firm warning.

"MC, you must finish your homework. You can go shopping this weekend." Your lower stomach twists in pain, cramps rapidly increasing, and you snap.

"Lucifer, my vagina is FUCKING BLEEDING, DAMMIT!!! I need to go to the store!" The demon's eyes widen as he drops his pen, and he looks up at you, surprised.

"I'm sorry, what did you just say...?" Frustration overwhelms you, until you catch the confusion and concern in his eyes.

"In all your years of existence, you haven't heard of a period before???" Lucifer doesn't say anything, clearing his throat awkwardly.

"I really am overworking myself, aren't I? I suppose it's been a while since I've been to the surface...." You shake your head, chuckling, and you relax when Lucifer is finally ready to listen. You take a couple minutes to explain what is happening, and what you need to take care of yourself. When you're finished, Lucifer nods, glad that you will be okay.

"I apologize for my behavior. I will be more supportive in the future. Here, have some money for your errands. Will $100 dollars be sufficient?" (Yes, Luci, yes it is.)

Mammon

You sit down on Mammon's leather couch, shifting to a semi-comfortable position, and enjoying a movie night with your lovable boyfriend. Mammon grabs some blankets for you, before plopping onto the couch. He smiles at you, and holds you close, making sure that you are settled. You watch the movie for a while, enjoying the movie, when you catch a mischievous glint in your boyfriend's eyes.

"Mammon, wha-"

He smiles and pulls you into his lap, gently kissing you neck. You sigh a bit, uncomfortable with sitting in general, but loving his kisses and nips. You didn't expect Mammon's hand to cup your crotch, but you especially didn't expect him to scream in your ear.

"WHERE THE FUCK DID IT GO?!?"

The pissed off side of your brain fumes for a moment, until your eyes meet Mammon's. You burst out laughing at the panic on Mammon's face, realizing that he felt your pad. The demon of greed doesn't appreciate your laughing, feeling genuinely worried for his beloved human. When you calm down, you turn back to him.

"Mammon, I'm fine. It's still there. I'm just.... kinda on my period..."

He looks at you like you grew three heads, and it quickly becomes apparent he has no idea what you're talking about. You take a few minutes to explain, and he listens patiently, but he still continues to panic.

"You're saying you can bleed FOR A WEEK and be fine?!? And you constantly have cramps and migraines? And this happens once a month??? Why the hell didn't you say anything? How can I help my human when you don't say you need me?!"

He carefully sets you down, before bolting of of the couch and out the door. You gape at the doorway for a moment, wondering what Mammon is up to. He returns for a moment, his arms holding a pile of pillows, medicine, pajamas, and snacks.

"Does this help? I got the pillows and pjs from your room, medicine from the bathroom, and I kinda took snacks from Beel's stash under his bed.... But it's fine! I made a note that you'll buy more later."

You shake your head, smiling, and you thank him as he walks over to help you. Once Mammon knows you are comfortable, he sits down beside you. You gently kiss Mammon on the lips, before you lay on your side, resting your head on his lap. The demon blushes, and he pulls the blanket over you. His hands gently stroke your hair, and you watch the movie together until you both fall asleep.

Leviathan

The third born invites you into his room for anime night (every night, lol), and you walk into the room with snacks in you arms. Levi welcomes you in as you set the bags onto his coffee table, before grabbing a couple drinks from his mini fridge.

"Good, you're early! The pilot is about to start!"

You chuckle, happy to spend time with him, and you bend down to place everything on the table. As you do so, your shirt lifts just enough to show a small stain on the back of your pants. Levi's eyes accidentally catch sight of it, resulting in a blush.

"Uh, MC? You have a s-stain on your pants..." You turn and look down at your legs, turning to try to find what he's talking about, but you can't see it.

"I can't find it. I'll just wash it off when I get back to my room." The demon tenses and shakes his head, trying to think of the least awkward words to say.

"No, no! I-I mean, you have a blood stain. Y-your period kinda started...."

Your eyes widen at his words, and you look in the reflection of his glass aquarium, cursing at the stain. You hadn't noticed this time, the monthly curse being subtle throughout your busy afternoon. You start to apologize to Levi, when he shakes his head.

"It's not your fault. I-it's fine. I just... I know it might be weird that I know about it. I found out from a high school anime. In the episode, the protagonist goes on their way to school, getting bullied by the leader of the popular girls, and the bully turns away but the protagonist stops her because of a stain, and despite being enemies, the protagonist is kind and knows how she feels, so they take her to the bathroom and helps her clean up... And I- I know it probably sounds weird or creepy for someone to watch anime like that, but I thought it was kind and empowering, an-" You stop Levi mid rant, smiling at his anxiousness, and you give him a small hug.

"Thanks, Levi. I appreciate it. It's part of the unspoken period code, ya know? It can be awkward and embarrassing enough, so even just a discreet heads up can be very helpful. Don't worry about it, okay?"

He nods, glad you understand, and he gently hugs you back.

"O-okay. I'll be back, alright? I remember seeing in the episode that it helps to have a hot shower sometimes to ease the cramps and feel less uncomfortable, and that blankets and pjs can help. I guess if you don't mind a loser like me, you could use any blankets or hoodies I have if it makes you feel better..."

You smile and nod, grateful for the demon of envy. He shyly smiles back, and he spends the rest of the night making sure that you're comfortable during the show.

Satan

The library is quiet and warm as you sit at a table with Satan, working on your assignments. You struggle and struggle through a complex spell for your potions class, irritation and fatigue clouding your brain. You are already sore and pissed off from the beginning of your period, but now stress and anger bubbles beneath the surface.

"MC, you have to say it calml-"

You huff, throwing up your hands, and you scowl at the unaffected spell dummy in front of you.

"I know, Satan! I've been calm for the past half hour, and it's still not right! Can you just actually give me some fucking advice for once so I can get this shit over with?!?"

The middle brother looks at you for a moment, stunned, before chuckling.

"I didn't know you could hold so much anger, MC. I'm almost impressed, although, it is very out of character for you... Are you alright?"

A sigh escapes your lips as you awkwardly cross your arms, looking away. You explain that you are just tired, but Satan can hear the hesitation in your voice. The demon of wrath doesn't speak for a moment, thinking about your recent behavior, and everything snaps into place. Satan has read enough books to last an eternity, including ones about human biology. He knows exactly what is happening, and he generally understands how you are feeling. And through his readings, Satan knows not to ask you directly, should your anger grow.

"Ah, I understand. Well, why didn't you say that you needed a break, kitten? I could have helped you unwind a little."

With that, Satan pulls you away from the table to rest on the couch, grabbing a book from his bag. Once you are both settled, Satan pulls a blanket over you both and opens his book while you rest your head on his lap.

With his human in his arms, Satan calmly reads to you, his voice silky as you eventually drift off to sleep.

Asmodeus

The demon of lust practically barges into your room, Majolish bags in tow as he squeals with excitement.

"MC! Look, Majolish's exclusive swimwear line came out! I found this ADORABLE swimsuit for you to try! It was the last in your size." He pulls out the swimsuit from a bag, showing it to you.

You look up at Asmo, gasping at the swimsuit.

"That looks perfect! Thank you, Asmo. I'll try it on later. I'm not fe-"

Asmo pouts, tossing the swimsuit to you, and reaching for another outfit from his bag.

"Come on!!! I have so much stuff for us to try on! And then we could maybe go to the beach tomor-"

You shake your head, sighing.

"No, Asmo. I'm not up to swimming this week", you lie, shifting in your seat uncomfortably.

Asmo notices, and immediately drops the subject.

"Are you alright, hun? Is it a rough cycle this time?"

Your eyes widen in surprise before you look up at him. His eyes are filled with concern, before you nod.

"Yeah, but it's nothing I haven't dealt with before. I'll be fine. Let's go swimming next week, okay?"

The avatar of lust smiles, before carefully pulling you out of the chair.

"Come on. Let's have a spa day instead. I'll make sure you feel stunning and comfortable."

Beelzebub

You look through the kitchen in your pjs, craving all of your favorite foods, when you hear the door quietly squeak open. Your head turns back, and you see the sheepish gaze of the 6th born.

"Do you need a midnight snack, Beel? I was about to make something myself. I can make some for you."

Beel nods, smiling, before coming into the room.

"I smelled something delicious coming from the kitchen, so I came to check. That's strange, though. You haven't made anything yet?" Beel takes in the large amount of food on the table, much more than you normally eat. Maybe the gluttonous demon was rubbing off on you, he wondered.

You shake your head, just as confused as he is.

"Maybe you were so hungry that you started imagining it. You've done that a few times before."

Beel sniffs the air, before walking up behind you.

"You smell different today... MC, you smell so good..... Can I have a taste?"

You choke on air, trying to understand what he just said.

"Beel! You can't just ask that! That's perverted!" He looks at you with confused, innocent eyes, like a kicked puppy.

"What do you mean? I just wanted to kiss your head. Oh.... You thought I meant or-"

A small screech of panic escapes your lips, and you stop Beel mid-sentence, telling him not to spend too much time with Asmo.

"Right. Sorry, MC... Can I ask a question? Why do you smell different today? You're not as sweet and salty as usual. And you're a lot hungrier today.... Are you okay?"

Realization punches the wind out of you as you understand what Beel has been smelling. He was attracted to your blood, without knowing what it was. An awkward laugh fills the air, and you look away from the red head's gaze.

You spend the next few minutes explaining what was going on, and Beel listens intently as you go on.

"Okay. I'm sorry for being rude... I didn't mean to. To make up for it, I can make you whatever you want. Sit down, and I'll get you some water. You'll lose a lot of hydration for the next few days. Then when food is done, we can go watch Devilish Desserts in my room. Belphie is in the attic tonight."

You smile, pulling Beel into a hug before spending a relaxing evening together.

Belphegor

The sound of your DDD alarm fills the cozy attic, waking you and Belphie up from your after school nap. The youngest brother groans before pulling you closer.

"Did you really have to wake me up? I was having such a nice dream..."

You push yourself off Belphie and the bed, feeling as if you were hit by a truck. Why did you have to feel awful now, when you made plans to see the angels?

Your body aches as you stand, attempting to wake up enough to get ready. Belphie mumbles with irritation, rolling onto his side.

"What's more important tha- Huh? Is that blood?"

Your eyes widen, and you look back to the bed, and your eyes find the red stain on the bedsheets. You look at Belphie in horror, and he sits up, now wide awake.

"MC, are you okay? That's where you were sleeping."

You want to die. You want to shrivel up into a ball and die because how are you going to explain to your boyfriend that it came out of your vagina, and that it's NORMAL?!? Blood coming from anywhere brings some sense of concern anyway, no matter what realm you are from.

"Haha- Yeah, um, about that, I kinda need to tell you something...."

Belphie stays surprisingly alert as you explain, only relaxing when you state that it's normal and frequent.

"Ah. Okay. Tell Simeon to fuck off. You're sick, and you're staying here. Go get a spare hoodie and sweatpants. I'll get you meds, a heating pad, and some spare pillows. Tell the others you're with me tonight."

You smile, glad he understands, and Belphie gets you a couple of things while you get comfortable. When you walk back into the attic, Belphie is fast asleep with his limbs curled around a log of blankets, waiting for you to return.

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