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justabigassnerd · 5 months

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Worth The Risk

Pairing - Bradley 'Rooster' Bradshaw x Mitchell!reader

Word count - 14.5k

Warnings - swearing, angst, fluff, Mav is a wee bit overprotective, mentions of Goose and Carole, allusion to smut at the end

Summary - in visiting your dad in Miramar you rekindle your friendship with Bradley Bradshaw, which yields unexpected results

A/N - sooo... it's a bit of a big one here lads. I wish I could tell y'all how I achieved such a feat but believe me I have no clue how I did this. this was a request sent in by @talesofreading so I hope I did the idea justice (and I'm so so so sorry it took me so long to write it in the first place). I won't ramble so as per y'all please send in requests, feedback, and enjoy!!!

“Yes dad, I’m at the gate now and we’re due to board in ten minutes or so.” You say with a breathy laugh after your dad finishes asking you what feels like a hundred questions about your flight. You were visiting your dad, Pete Mitchell, in San Diego while you had some time off work. After completing your studies at college, you had landed a good gig working as a nurse in a hospital in Chicago. You had grown up sure you weren’t going to follow in your father’s footsteps and so found yourself studying medicine and making a career out of it. It was hard when your dad was constantly deployed after pissing off Admiral after Admiral, but he did make the effort to visit you when he could and now that he was settled in San Diego, you decided you’d give him a visit.

“I’ll be at the airport when you land. I’ll see you soon sweetheart.” Maverick says a smile on his face as he thinks about how in a few hours you’ll be here in person.

“I’ll see you soon, dad. I love you.” You say, smiling as you hear your dad bid you one last goodbye before you hang up. After hanging up, you look out the window, seeing the plane you’d soon be boarding. You wait patiently at the gate, passport and boarding pass in hand as you survey the people surrounding you, little groups of people, family or friends, excitedly chatting about their trip and what they’re going to get up to, couples discussing similar topics, and businesspeople, making last minute calls or typing hurriedly on their laptops.

Before long, the call for boarding to begin comes over the loudspeaker and one by one a group is called up to have their passes checked and board the plane. Eventually, you are able to board and find your seat, settling down in it and tucking your bag away while patiently waiting for the journey to begin.

Soon enough, the boarding process is completed, and the plane begins to crawl towards the runway, patiently waiting for its turn to go. Within a couple of minutes, the plane gets onto the runway, and speeds along until it’s able to take off. You watch the ground get smaller and the clouds appear. You knew you inherited a love of flying from your dad, but your love for it never pushed you to make a career out of it. You watched the clouds pass you by while you listened to your music.

After just over four hours, the plane touched down in San Diego and you couldn’t wipe the smile from your face as you saw the beautifully sunny weather. You disembarked the plane and made your way to baggage claim and waited with the rest of the people from the flight until your bag comes around on the conveyor belt. You grab your bag and follow the signs to where you know you’ll be able to find your dad. You enter the spacious area, eyes searching the sea of gathered people, quickly locating your dad’s familiar jacket and you swear your smile couldn’t get any wider. You lock eyes with Maverick, and he waves before making his way over to you.

“Hey, sweetheart. Was the flight okay?” He asks, sweeping you up in a hug, holding you close as you reciprocate the embrace.

“Hey, dad. The flight was fine.” You reply, squeezing him that little bit tighter before releasing him from the hug, taking the handle of your luggage and following your dad to the car park and letting him lead you to his car.

“New car?” You ask, an amused tone to your voice as you take in the sight of the car.

“I wouldn’t say new. Figured the bike would pose a problem so I had to take the car.” Maverick says with a chuckle, unlocking the car and loading your bags into the back of the car before you get into the passenger seat, and he gets into the driver’s seat.

The drive back to Maverick’s house wasn’t long and the scenery was beautiful. You had spent a little bit of time in Miramar when you were younger, but you don’t remember much of it since you only spent a few short months there before moving away again. You were silently glad your dad had found a place to settle down and that you could finally visit him after the countless times he had come to visit you.

“You probably don’t remember much about Miramar, huh?” Maverick muses softly, glancing at you quickly, noticing your enamoured expression before returning his focus to the road.

“I don’t. But it’s so gorgeous.” You say with a grin, taking in the views, your smile widening as you take in the sight of the beach.

“I’ll make sure we go to all the best places.” Maverick says, a smile on his face as he begins to turn up the road he lived on and then soon parks in his driveway. You get out of the car and by the time you get to the back of the car, Maverick has already unloaded your bags and leads you into his house.

The house was small yet perfect for Maverick, he’d decorated it with pictures from his time at Top Gun and pictures of you growing up. He shows you upstairs and to the room you’ll be staying in.

“I’ll let you settle in. I’ll be downstairs if you need me.” Maverick says softly before excusing himself and heading downstairs while you stay put in the middle of the room. After a brief minute, you cross to the window, taking in the view and opening the window slightly so you can hear the breeze and birds singing while you got settled in. You unpacked some of your essentials before deciding you wanted to go and hang out with your dad while you had the time with him. You head downstairs and find Maverick sat on the sofa in the living room, smiling over at you.

“I’m still feeling pretty cramped from the flight. Are you okay if I go for a walk?” You ask, smiling as Maverick nods.

“Of course, do you want me to go with you?” He offers, already bracing his hands on either side of him ready to push himself up off the sofa.

“It’s okay, you can relax.” You say, watching as Maverick stays put, thinking to himself before speaking up.

“Don’t get lost, okay?” He says with a chuckle.

“I’m not as old as you so I can rely on my phone to keep me from getting lost.” You say with a cheeky grin, pulling your phone out of your pocket and waving it to emphasise your point, laughing at your dad’s expression of mock shock.

“You cheeky shit.” He says, breaking into a laugh and rolling his eyes as you pocket your phone.

“You know I love you.” You say with a grin, starting to head towards the front door.

“I love you too. Text me when you’re on your way back and I’ll start on dinner.” Maverick says, waving you off and you grab a spare key before exiting the house and letting your feet dictate where you go.

You find yourself wandering until you reach the beach, and you find yourself smiling as you see the families on the beach, lying on towels or playing in the sand and sea. You wished you could remember the times you had spent on that same beach but all you had was photos and stories your dad had told you. As you walk alongside the beach, take in the gorgeous sights as the golden sun starts to lower in the sky.

Eventually, you find yourself near a bar, it looks like a Navy bar to you just judging by the amount of people in khaki uniforms going in and out of the bar. You stood still for a moment, watching the people going in and out, wondering if your dad or anyone on his new squadron visited that bar. As you watch the bar, you catch sight of someone in a Hawaiian shirt standing on the decking just outside the bar. You didn’t mean to stare at the stranger, but you hadn’t seen anyone since Goose wearing a Hawaiian shirt so clearly this man had good taste and you couldn’t help but let out a soft laugh at the sight.

Before too long, the stranger caught sight of you, and you could’ve sworn your heart stopped when you realised, he was looking in your direction. Truthfully, you had no idea if he was actually looking at you or at something behind you because of his aviators hiding his eyes but the idea of this guy catching you looking at him was enough of a scare to get you to turn tail and begin your journey back to your dad’s house, shooting him a text to let him know you were on your way home.

In about twenty minutes, you enter Maverick’s house and are immediately greeted with the smell of cooking food, and you immediately know he is making you your favourite meal.

“Smells good.” You say with a wide smile, finding the kitchen and standing in the doorway, watching as your dad diligently works on the food.

“I had to make you your favourite.” Maverick replies, glancing over at you with a smile before returning his attention back to the food. You decide to help your dad out a bit and set the table and get drinks out. By the time you’ve set the table with cutlery and drinks, Maverick has finished the food and begins plating up the meals, handing you a plate with a smile. The two of you sit down at the table and eat your meals, chatting throughout and enjoying each other’s company. When you finish your meals, you help clean up, putting the dishes in the dishwasher despite Maverick’s insistence that you don’t have to. As he tells you what felt like the thousandth time to let him do it, the doorbell rang.

“Let me clean up, you answer the door.” You say, pointing towards the front door with a chuckle before turning back to the dishwasher, loading it carefully and wiping down the surfaces while you hear the muffled voices coming through from the hall.

“y/n, look who it is!” You turn and look through the doorway to see your dad entering the living room and behind him is a man sporting a shirt that looks incredibly familiar.

“I thought it was you I saw by the beach!” You couldn’t believe it. You were standing face-to-face with Bradley Bradshaw. Someone you thought you were never going to see again after that night he had screamed in your dad’s face about never wanting to see him again and leaving your house with the door slamming behind him. But here he was, standing in front of you with a huge smile and bright eyes. He’d changed a lot in the time that’s passed, he was definitely more muscular, and he had some new scars decorating his face, but above everything, he looked much more attractive than you remember him being.

“Bradley, I didn’t even recognise you!” You exclaim happily, accepting the offered hug instantly, clinging to Bradley and relishing in how gently he wrapped his arms around you, his chest rumbling with a gentle laugh.

“I almost didn’t recognise you. If I hadn’t of caught you staring, I probably wouldn’t have known you were here at all.” Bradley replies, both of you pulling apart when you hear Maverick’s amused scoff.

“Staring?” Maverick asks with a raised eyebrow.

“I wasn’t staring. I just noticed the Hawaiian shirt and it made me think of Goose.” You explain, rolling your eyes at your dad as both men laugh softly.

“Well, I’m happy to report that my dad’s impeccable fashion sense did in fact get passed down to me.” Bradley says, shrugging with a chuckle.

“So, what brings you by? Or was it just the fact you thought you saw me, so you came here to test your theory.” You ask, folding your arms across your chest as you raise an eyebrow with an amused smile.

“Maybe I was testing a theory, but I wasn’t exactly wrong.” Bradley admits, grinning as Maverick rolls his eyes jokingly.

“You could’ve called or texted if you wanted to know if she was here.” Maverick says, looking up at Bradley.

“I know but I haven’t seen her in a while, so I wanted to swing by.” Bradley says unapologetically.

“I’ll give you that one.” Maverick admits, nodding his head in approval as he turns to head into the kitchen to grab himself a beer.

“Hey, tomorrow would you like to grab a drink with me at the Hard Deck?” Bradley offers, a soft smile on his face as he awaits your response.

“Sure, it would be great to catch up after so long.” You say with a smile, more than happy to spend some time with Bradley now that you know he’s in the area.

“Great! I’ll swing by tomorrow and we’ll head down together. Is six, okay?” Bradley asks, offering a time.

“Six is perfect.” You say, your smile widening by the second, excited at the thought of spending the evening with Bradley.

“I’ll see you then.” Bradley says, giving you another hug before he leaves you and Maverick, closing the door behind him and signalling that he has gone. Once he’s gone you turn to face your dad, shocked to see his raised eyebrow.

“Don’t date an aviator.” Maverick says simply, making your jaw drop in shock.

“Dad, what?” You stammer, feeling your cheeks quickly heating up at the simple statement your dad said.

“You heard me. Don’t date an aviator. It won’t go well.” Maverick repeats himself, making you even more flustered.

“Okay, firstly, me and Bradley are going out for a friendly catch-up, we haven’t seen each other since we were eighteen. Secondly, I’m not a child so I can date whoever I want, aviator or not.” You retort, folding your arms over your chest as you stare down your dad.

“I’m just trying to protect you, sweetheart. I am an aviator, so I know what they’re like. It’s better if you steer clear of dating them. I saw how you were looking at Bradley and it’s best you don’t even try.” Maverick says, sticking to his guns and trying to explain himself.

“I appreciate that, dad. But I am an adult now, let me make mistakes and figure things out for myself.” You argue, raising an eyebrow as you continue to argue your point with your dad. Instead of responding, your dad just smiled softly before walking past you and heading upstairs. As his footsteps grow quieter as he disappears upstairs, you let out a soft sigh. You weren’t even going on a proper date with Bradley. It was just a friendly catch-up between two people who hadn’t seen each other in years. Right?

Six pm the next day couldn’t have come sooner for you. You had spent the day visiting some of your dad’s favourite spots with him. You had lunch together and he even managed to coerce you into taking a quick tour of his hangar. When you had got home you had spent way too long deciding on what you wanted to wear, trying to find something that was cute but didn’t make you look like you were trying to impress Bradley. Eventually, you find an outfit that fits what you’re going for and you put it on, smiling as you catch a glimpse of yourself in the mirror. You knew it wasn’t a date but the mere thought of getting to spend time with Bradley after so long was making you giddy. Just as you finish freshening up, you hear the doorbell ring and just by checking the time you knew it was Bradley and you immediately began to make your way downstairs. As you were heading downstairs you could hear a muffled conversation between Bradley and Maverick, but they stopped talking as soon as Bradley caught sight of you.

“y/n… you look… wow.” Bradley stumbles over his words, not knowing what to say.

“I’m hoping that’s a good wow.” You say with a soft laugh, smiling up at Bradley.

“It’s definitely a good wow, you look beautiful.” Bradley says, a sheepish smile covering his face as he looks at you and you feel your cheeks heating up at his shy compliment. The moment was then disturbed by Maverick clearing his throat.

“So, I’ll see you when you get back. Keep her safe, Bradley.” Maverick says, softly smiling at you before turning to look at Bradley who straightens up ever so slightly at Maverick’s gaze.

“Of course, I will, Mav.” Bradley says as you both move towards the door, bidding your dad one last goodbye before you exit the house, stepping into the warm evening air and beginning the walk to the Hard Deck, making small talk on your way to the bar.

The walk that had been twenty minutes the day before felt like it was five minutes when you were walking with Bradley. You were having so much fun spending time with him again after so long. Eventually, you reach the Hard Deck and Bradley guides you to a table, finding the quietest corner in the bar and pulling the chair out for you to sit down at, making you smile shyly.

“Thank you.” You say softly, sitting down on the chair.

“I’m going to grab us some drinks. Do you want some fries as well or something?” Bradley says, still standing as he looks down at you.

“I’ll take a beer if that’s okay and fries sound nice.” You say with a smile as Bradley nods, turning and making his way to the bar.

“Hey Penny, could I get two beers and put in an order for fries?” Bradley asks, leaning up against the bar and smiling at Penny as she approaches.

“Of course, am I starting a tab?” Penny asks, handing Bradley two beers and taking his card in return, watching as he nods in response.

“Yes please.” Bradley confirms as Penny nods, tucking his card away someplace safe for the duration of his time at the bar.

“And what table am I taking the fries to when they’re done?” Penny asks as she hands the order to one of her employees before turning back to Bradley.

“Just that one over there.” Bradley says, pointing out the table and Penny leans over the bar slightly, following where Bradley was pointing before her eyes widen in shock slightly.

“Is that y/n?” Penny asks, remembering how she’d seen you a few times when you were younger.

“It is. She’s visiting Mav for a bit, and I haven’t seen her in years, so I figured we’d catch up over drinks.” Bradley explains, unable to wipe the smile off his face as he briefly glances over at you seeing you entertaining yourself on your phone before turning his attention back to Penny.

“A catch-up, huh?” Penny asks, an amused smile on her face as Bradley blushes slightly his gaze flicking down to the bar counter before looking back up at Penny as he licks his lips nervously.

“Don’t you start. I’ve already had Mav warn me away from her.” Bradley says with a joking roll of the eyes as he takes the beer bottles and heads back over to the table placing a beer in front of you and then sitting down in the chair opposite you.

“I was beginning to think you’d run away or something.” You say with a laugh, putting your phone away and holding the beer bottle in between your hands loosely.

“Never. I was just catching up with Penny.” Bradley says, lifting his beer bottle and tipping it lightly in Penny’s direction.

“Penny’s here?” You ask, turning in your seat and looking over at where Bradley had been pointing, smiling as you catch sight of Penny working at the bar seeing her catch sight of a patron and smiling as they approach.

“She was pretty excited when she realised you were here, so I’d imagine she’ll come over soon enough.” Bradley says, taking a sip from his beer bottle as you turn back around to face him.

“I don’t doubt it.” You say with a chuckle, taking a sip of your own beer as the two of you fall into a brief silence.

“So, how have you been? What have you been up to in these last few years?” Bradley asks, head tilted slightly in his curiosity.

“Well, the Navy wasn’t really my thing, so I just went to college and ended up pursuing medicine and now I’m a nurse over in Chicago. What about you?” You say, explaining what you’ve been up to since you last saw him.

“You’ve probably figured out I’m an aviator now, but I did go off to college after the whole thing with Mav. But I’m finally where I want to be and now, I’ve got a permanent squad and a place to call home.” Bradley explains, smiling softly to himself as he thinks of how far he’s come.

“That’s incredible. I know Goose and Carole are so proud of you.” You say, reaching over and gently resting a hand on Bradley’s arm, fighting the growing heat under your cheeks at the contact yet completely missing Bradley’s slight blush too.

“Thank you. You’ve done well for yourself getting a job in Chicago. I’m proud of you.” Bradley says, getting the bravery to rest a hand on top of yours, encapsulating your hand with the warmth emitting from his.

“Thank you, Bradley.” You reply softly, unable to contain your smile.

“So… have you got anyone back home? Any partners or anything?” Bradley asks, flushing a bit redder at the boldness of the question and fights to hide his relief when you shake your head with a slight chuckle.

“No. I’ve been single since college. What about you Mr. Aviator? You’ve surely got girls throwing themselves at your feet.” You say, retracting your hand from underneath Bradley’s both of you trying not to show any upset at the lack of contact.

“Throwing themselves at my feet? Well, you’re not entirely wrong with that. But I’m just waiting for the right girl to come along.” Bradley says with a soft shrug, making your heart pound just that little bit faster at the revelation that he is single.

“Here’s your fries.” You look up at the familiar voice and can’t stop your smile from widening when you see Penny placing the small basket of fries on the table and you instantly get out of your seat to give her a hug.

“Penny it’s been so long!” You exclaim happily, grinning as she wraps her arms around you, reciprocating the hug.

“It really has, hasn’t it?” Penny says with a laugh, pulling away to hold you at arm’s length.

“If I had known you were here, I would’ve swung by sooner. Somehow dad neglected to tell me that you worked here. He had mentioned you were in the area though.” You explain as Penny shakes her head with a laugh.

“I know what your father is like so don’t worry. I won’t interrupt your time with Bradley, sweetie. Enjoy your night and if you need anything, let me know.” Penny says, giving you one last hug before making her way back over to the bar to continue serving customers. You and Bradley then dig into the fries, continuing to chat as you eat.

You had no idea how long you were at the bar with Bradley, but it felt like mere seconds when you were with him. You knew you had a slight crush on Bradley way back when you were teenagers, but it had been pushed to the back of your mind in the last few years with how life had been. But just seeing Bradley and spending time with him had brought all those feelings back and they were stronger than ever.

What you didn’t know was that Bradley felt the exact same way. Only he was struggling with the warning Maverick had issued him when he turned up to pick you up. Maverick had warned him away from you, saying he didn’t want you dating an aviator. But for you, Bradley was more than willing to go against Maverick’s warnings and risk angering him.

“I’m going to close up my tab and I’ll take you home, okay?” Bradley says after clearing his throat and you nod, waiting patiently as he crosses to the bar and closes out his tab with Penny before he crosses back over to you. When you noticed Bradley coming over you got up, following him through the bar, bidding Penny goodbye as you passed.

Exiting into the cool night are you were suddenly aware of how long you had spent at the bar with Bradley now that the moon had replaced the sun. However, you didn’t even mind. With the evening now much quieter than the previous environment of the bustling bar, you and Bradley were able to walk and talk quietly, feeling like your conversations were much more private now.

Much earlier than you would’ve liked to, you wound up at the end of the driveway to your dad’s house and you felt your heart sinking at the finality of the end of the night.

“I had a great night tonight.” You say, turning to look up at Bradley with a smile, grateful for the evening you had with him.

“So did I. It was great to catch up.” Bradley replies with a soft smile of his own.

“It was. I just wish it never had to end.” You admit softly, eyes flicking to the ground before looking back at Bradley.

“Me too. But what if we did this again sometime before you go back to Chicago? Maybe like a date?” Bradley says, biting the bullet and deciding to just go for it instead of losing his chance. But when Bradley saw the hesitation on your face, he began to second guess himself. Had he completely misinterpreted how the night had gone?

“I’d really like that, Bradley. But…” You begin, glancing over at the front door before looking back over at Bradley who softens.

“Mav told you not to date aviators.” Bradley says, nodding in understanding.

“I’m not fussed about that rule, he can’t control me. I just don’t want this to ruin your relationship with him. You just made up after everything that happened, and I’m scared I’ll ruin it.” You admit, wanting to do what you can to protect Bradley from your dad’s protectiveness.

“You won’t ruin anything. I’ve never really been one for listening to Mav’s rules anyway. I think it’s worth the risk.” Bradley says quietly, as if your dad was nearby and listening in to your conversation, while he also reached out and interlocked your hands gently smiling so softly at you that you were sure you’d melt into a puddle right there and then.

“I think it’s worth the risk too.” You admit with a smile, blushing slightly as Bradley squeezes your hand softly at your agreement.

“How about in a couple of days’ time, we have our date? I’ll find us a nice spot and I’ll text you the details.” Bradley says, growing quieter near the end of his sentence.

“You don’t have my number.” You say with a giggle, digging in your jacket pocket for your phone, unlocking it and finding your number before holding it out towards Bradley who hurriedly digs in his pocket for his phone, almost dropping it at the speed at which he pulled the phone out before typing your number into his phone and creating a contact for you.

“Done.” Bradley says with a large smile as you turn your phone off and put it back in your pocket while Bradley mirrors your actions.

“I’ll see you around.” You say softly, knowing you should head into the house and let Bradley get home himself.

“I’ll text you. Goodnight, y/n.” Bradley says softly, extending his arms for a hug which you accept almost instantly, silently loving the way Bradley’s arms wrap around you and make you feel safe.

“Goodnight, Bradley.” You whisper before pulling away from the hug and heading up the path to the front door and unlocking the door, glancing over your shoulder and smiling at Bradley for one last time that night as he smiles back and offers you one last wave before you disappear inside. Maverick had clearly left the hall lights on for you so you could navigate the house and you made your way upstairs to your room, making sure you turned off the lights as you went. Once you reach your room, you change into your pyjamas before heading to the bathroom to clean up and get ready for bed. Then you return back to your room and climb into your bed, pulling the covers over you and grab your phone, smiling at the text that displayed as an unknown number, but you knew it was Bradley.

‘Thank you again for a great night. I’ve not had this much fun in a long time.’

‘It’s Bradley by the way.’

You couldn’t help but giggle at the second text, imagining the brief panic on Bradley’s face after he hit send on the first message without clarifying it was him.

‘Me neither, it was nice to catch up :).’

‘Let me know when you’re home safe.’

You found yourself double texting Bradley in return, wanting to make sure you know when Bradley gets home safe. While you waited for Bradley to text you back, you texted one of your closest friends from Chicago and told her about how your evening had gone and as you expected, she was very eager to hear everything and demanded to know what Bradley was like and whether you liked him. While you were explaining how the evening went, a text from Bradley came through.

‘I’m happy to say I made it home.’

You couldn’t stop your thumbs from typing a speedy response to Bradley’s text.

‘I’m glad you made it home safe. Although I’m sure being a big strong Navy man means you’re safer than most when walking home.’

You knew calling Bradley a ‘big strong Navy man’ was probably a bit of a step too far but your thumbs were typing quicker than your brain could comprehend and you only realised what you had typed when you had hit send on the message. Just as you were beginning to type an apology, a text came through from Bradley.

‘Oh, I’m a big strong Navy man, am I?’

He knew what he was doing, and you did very little to fight back the heat growing under your cheeks.

‘You know what I meant.’

You had no idea how long you had been texting Bradley that night. You had woken up the next morning with your phone under your hand as you woke up to Maverick knocking on your door, asking if you wanted any breakfast. After responding to your dad, you flipped your phone over, unable to stop the smile from crossing your face when you saw the good morning text from Bradley. You replied to the message as you kicked your covers back, stretching before throwing a hoodie on over your pyjamas and heading downstairs to where your dad was preparing breakfast for you.

“Morning, dad.” You say with a smile, sitting at the table as Maverick places a plate of pancakes in front of you.

“Morning, sweetheart. How did you sleep?” Maverick asks, pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head before returning his attention to his own food.

“I slept well thanks, how about you?” You reply, beginning to dig into your breakfast as Maverick finishes plating up his food, crossing to the table to sit opposite you.

“I slept well. How was your evening with Bradley? Penny mentioned she saw you.” Maverick asks, glancing across at you as you smile.

“It was nice to catch up with him. And yes, I did see Penny. I can’t believe you didn’t tell me she worked there.” You say with a chuckle, hoping your dad doesn’t read between the lines too much and instead focuses on Penny.

“Well, I didn’t anticipate you going to the Hard Deck so soon. I was going to invite Penny and Amelia over at some point.” Maverick admits with a light shrug and a grin as you roll your eyes jokingly.

“I’d love to see them and have a proper catch up.” You say in agreement before eating another mouthful of food. You continue to chat with your dad until you both finish your food, and you tidy everything away before you feel your phone buzz in your pocket and you pull it out, smiling when you see the text from Bradley.

“What’s got you all smiley?” Maverick asks with a raised eyebrow and a smirk.

“Oh, just a friendly text from Bradley.” You lie, acting as if you hadn’t just read the text from Bradley confirming the time and place of your date tomorrow.

“Just friendly? Good.” Maverick says turning away and missing you rolling your eyes at his statement.

“Yeah, we know your rule.” You say, wishing your dad wasn’t as stubborn as he was, but you were also a Mitchell and held that same stubbornness, hence why you were so adamantly going against his rule. You typed out a hurried reply to Bradley’s text, telling him that the time and place he had picked sounded great and that you couldn’t wait to have your date.

You spent your day on the beach with Maverick, getting in some tanning time as you read. Penny ended up coming out to meet you with Amelia in tow. You spent time catching up with the mother-and-daughter duo, unable to believe how much Amelia had grown since you last saw her, and you loved getting to hear what she had been up to in recent years. Amelia even managed to convince you into going in the sea with her and you couldn’t help but smile and laugh with her as she attempted to splash you.

When you tired of the sea you returned to your towel, drying yourself off and sitting back down to join in with your dad and Penny’s conversations. And you didn’t miss how both your dad and Penny were acting around each other. You could tell they liked each other, they just needed to act on it.

Eventually, you and Maverick headed home after bidding Penny and Amelia goodbye, promising to keep in touch even after you head back to Chicago. And when you get home you open your phone to see messages from Bradley and you reply to them as quickly as possible, apologising for how long it had taken you to respond and picking up the conversation right up from where it had been left off. You loved texting Bradley; he could make you smile and blush like he was right there in front of you having a proper face-to-face conversation. You didn’t like that you had to lie to your dad about what you were talking about with Bradley, but he had chosen to come up with this stupid rule that had you and Bradley sneaking around like a pair of teenagers. But Bradley was worth the risk.

The next day you were in serious planning mode, you had to figure out a way to get out of the house without your dad asking too many questions or catching on to what you were going out to do. You knew the restaurant Bradley had picked wasn’t super fancy so you could get away with a nice, cute outfit that wouldn’t arouse too much suspicion from your dad and maybe you could get away with saying it was another friendly hang out. Maybe you could talk Penny into hanging out with Maverick to distract him and also potentially give them the opportunity to confess their own feelings after seeing the way they skirted around each other. You had conversed with Bradley about this dilemma, and he had offered to meet you at the end of your road instead of coming to the door and you knew that was more than likely the best option you had. If this date went well and there was another, you knew your dad would get suspicious about Bradley constantly turning up at the door. After some careful planning, you and Bradley had come up with the most effective plan to ensure that Maverick did not catch on to your evening plans.

By the time the evening came around, you had already planted seeds with your dad, telling him you wanted to go on an evening walk because you promised your friend a video tour of the sights of Miramar. With that in place, you had changed into the outfit you had picked for the date and texted Bradley that you were on your way out.

“You’re heading out then?” Maverick asks, smiling at you from where he was sat on the sofa and you smile over at him, grabbing the spare keys.

“Yep! Don’t worry about waiting up for me. Katie and I can chat for hours once we get going. Maybe you could invite Penny over or something?” You suggest, fighting the urge to smirk when you see your dad blush slightly at your question.

“You figured that out quickly, huh?” Maverick asks with a soft chuckle.

“You think I’d miss something as obvious as that? Nice try.” You say with a laugh, feeling your phone buzz in your pocket and you pull it out to find a message from Bradley, letting you know he was at the end of the road waiting for you.

“Look, I have to go. Call Penny.” You say, pointing at your dad with a joking warning finger before leaving the house, looking up and down the road until you spot a figure waiting at one end of the road and head towards them, knowing instantly that it was Bradley. You make your way towards him, your smile widening when he notices you, revealing a bunch of flowers he had behind his back.

“Hey.” Bradley says softly, smiling as you take the flowers.

“Hey.” You reply, admiring the beautiful flowers Bradley had picked out, he had assembled a bouquet of red carnations, it was simple but so beautiful and you couldn’t help but love Bradley just that little bit more because of it.

“I hope those flowers are okay.” Bradley says sheepishly, offering an arm out for you to take which you do so happily, letting him lead you to where he had parked his beloved Bronco nearby and opening the passenger side door for you, letting you get in the car before closing the door, rounding the car and getting in the driver's seat, starting up the engine and beginning the drive to the little restaurant Bradley had picked. The drive wasn’t too long, and you chatted the whole way. When you reached the restaurant, Bradley insisted you stayed put while he went and opened your door for you, telling you that you could leave the flowers on the seat for now before closing the door behind you and leading you into the restaurant.

“Hi, I have a reservation, should be under Bradshaw.” Bradley greets the host with a smile who consults the list in front of him before instructing you to both follow him. You follow him through the restaurant with Bradley by your side. You were shocked to find that Bradley had managed to reserve a table by a large window so you could overlook the beach and ocean, able to see the sun beginning its descent over the horizon.

“Bradley, this is amazing!” You say, unable to keep the excitement from your tone as Bradley yet again pulls your chair out for you, waiting for you to sit before tucking the chair a little closer to the table before going to his own seat.

“I wanted to make sure we had a good first date.” Bradley admits with a light shrug as he eases himself down into his seat, both of you picking up your menus in tandem, letting out a soft chuckle as you do so. You both scan the menus, talking about which meals sounded good before you both eventually came to a decision on meals and a drink. When the waiter comes around asking if you’re ready to order, both you and Bradley nod and ever the gentleman, Bradley lets you order first before ordering his own food and drink. The waiter writes down your orders before dismissing himself with the promise to return with your drinks, so you and Bradley pick up your conversation, both of you overwhelmingly happy with how the evening is going even if the date had only just started. Soon enough, the waiter returns with the drinks, placing them in front of you before dismissing himself again to serve other customers while your food is being prepared. By the time the food had arrived, you were sure that had you been on a date with anyone else, you would’ve run out of things to say but since it was Bradley, the conversation flowed naturally, and you never seemed to have a lull in the conversation even once and before too long your food arrived, and you both began to dig in.

“I never asked the other day. But how are you finding Chicago?” Bradley asks after a mouthful of food.

“It’s good. Obviously, I’ve been out there a while but I’m enjoying myself. I have some great friends out there, but I do feel quite far away from dad sometimes.” You admit, eyes flicking down to your plate before looking back up at Bradley who smiles in understanding.

“I get that. It’s hard to be away from family.” Bradley says, a soft understanding tone to his voice which makes you feel awful. You knew he had lost both his parents before he even reached the age of eighteen.

“Bradley, I’m so sorry I didn’t mean to-”

“No don’t worry, honestly. It’s good. The more I talk about them the easier it gets.” Bradley says with a gentle smile, letting you know there were no hard feelings about it. With the topic settled, you were able to start a new conversation and the rest of the night ran smoothly. When it came to paying the bill, you went to get your card out, hand reaching to hand it to the waiter, but Bradley was quicker, gently taking your card from your hand and giving his card to the waiter instead.

“Bradley, come on I can pay.” You insist, your pleas in vain as the waiter begins to process the payment with Bradley’s card.

“I asked you on this date. It’s on me.” Bradley retorts with a grin, thanking the waiter as his card is handed back to him, finally giving your card back to you, chuckling as you huff lightly. Once everything is confirmed to have gone through, you’re given the freedom to leave and Bradley gets up first and you follow, letting him guide you through the bustling restaurant until you reach the cool night air of the outside world. You head back to the Bronco, of course letting Bradley open your door for you again. On the journey back, you both continue to talk with each other, even singing along lightly to one of the songs that come over the radio. By the time Bradley pulled up on the end of your road you couldn’t help but feel your heart sink at the realisation that the date was over. You had the best time with Bradley, and you wished you could spend more time with him. Once again, Bradley made you wait for him to open your door before you got out of the Bronco, this time you brought the flowers with you.

“I had the best night, Bradley.” You admit softly, smiling as Bradley smiles in response.

“So did I. Do you think we could have a second date?” Bradley asks, a slight sheepishness to his tone as he asks.

“I’d love to. This time, I’m picking the place and I’m paying.” You insist, pointing a joking finger at him as he laughs and shakes his head.

“Alright, you can pick. I’ll still come by and pick you up though.” Bradley replies, raising an eyebrow as you let out a soft sigh and nod.

“Deal.” You say, holding your free hand out for Bradley to shake which he does so.

“Deal.” Bradley agrees, squeezing your hand ever so softly before letting go.

“I’ll text you the details.” You say as Bradley nods.

“Got it. I can’t wait.” He replies, smiling as you nod in response.

“Good night, Bradley.” You say softly.

“Good night, y/n.” Bradley replies, his voice matching yours in softness. Just as you turn to head back to your dad’s house, you decide to turn to face Bradley and then kiss his cheek softly before whispering one last good night and heading back to Maverick’s house. As you head back to the house, you missed Bradley flushing a deep red with an awestruck smile on his face, watching as you walked down the road, unaware of the effect you had on him.

When you reached your dad’s house, you noticed that his bike was absent which made you tilt your head slightly in confusion before just deciding to shrug it off and enter the house. You were surprised to find none of the lights on, you flipped them on and found a note on the little shelf where the key bowl was. You opened the note and saw your dad’s scratchy handwriting, informing you that he’d gone to Penny’s house, making your eyebrows raise slightly in shock.

“Didn’t think he’d actually listen to me.” You mutter to yourself, heading through the house to try and find something in the kitchen that could act as a vase for the beautiful flowers Bradley had gotten for you. After searching for a few minutes, you were able to find something that would work and you filled it with water, putting the flowers in before heading upstairs to your room. You place the flowers on the bedside table before getting changed and then heading into the bathroom to clean your face and brush your teeth before getting into bed. You chose to stay up for a while to text Bradley before you both eventually decided to go to bed with the promise of talking in the morning.

The next morning, you woke up and were somewhat unsurprised to find that your dad was still out, so you looked around in the kitchen and found some food to make yourself some breakfast. As you prepared your breakfast, you texted Bradley a good morning message, smiling to yourself when he replied not long after you had sent your message. You continue to text him as you eat your food, unable to rid yourself of your smile as he continues to send you texts. In between messaging Bradley, you find yourself looking online for things to do that could potentially make an interesting date night for you and Bradley. You had decided that you weren’t going to actively look for a restaurant as you wanted to branch out a little and find something different for the two of you to do and as you searched you eventually found a nice-looking mini golf place along the beachfront and when you sent some pictures of the place to Bradley and proposed it as the location of your second date just for a little bit of fun he was more than onboard with the idea. The two of you decide on a time to meet later that day. You knew it was probably a bit soon to have a second date the day after the first, but you weren’t permanently in Miramar, and you were both aware of it and wanted to make the most of you being here.

Just as you finish cleaning up after yourself after finishing your food, you hear the front door open and Maverick call into the house, letting you know he has returned. You called back to Maverick, letting him know that you were just in the kitchen. It didn’t take him very long to head to the kitchen and you could tell from his face that he had a good night.

“So… how was Penny’s?” You ask with a raised eyebrow and smirk as your dad rolls his eyes at your words, heading to the coffee machine, grabbing a mug and filling it with coffee.

“I’m pretty sure you can figure it out for yourself.” Maverick mutters, silently willing his mug to fill up with coffee quickly.

“I’m sure I can.” You say with a soft chuckle, focusing on cleaning up after yourself.

“Did you have a good time calling your friend last night?” Maverick asks, finally picking up his mug and taking a sip of coffee.

“Yeah, she loved seeing the beach. She couldn’t stop talking about how jealous she was of the beach sunsets.” The lie came quickly and easily and thankfully your dad didn’t think much of it, just nodding lightly and continuing to sip on his coffee. It didn’t look like your dad was awake enough to hold a functioning conversation, so you quietly dismissed yourself, heading upstairs to shower and get changed so you’re ready for the day.

After showering, you enter your room to get changed and you smiled when you caught sight of the flowers on your bedside table. You couldn’t wait to spend another evening with Bradley. You don’t know how you were going to keep lying to your dad, especially if your next date went as well as the last and you were going to come back to Miramar in the future. You wished your dad could be okay with the idea of you and Bradley being together. You valued your dad’s opinion so much and you thought he of all people would be okay with you potentially dating Bradley. Bradley was an aviator, but he wasn’t one of the aviators your dad was talking about when he enforced the rule. Shaking yourself out of your thoughts, you finish getting ready for the day and head back downstairs and find your dad fast asleep on the sofa.

“You are the only person I know who could drink coffee and fall asleep right after.” You mutter quietly to yourself, picking up the empty mug and taking it to the dishwasher as you reminisce on all the times your dad would doze off so soon after having a cup of coffee. After the brief tidy up you debate your next move. Part of you wanted to go and hang out with Bradley, but you didn’t know where he lived, nor did you want him to get sick of seeing you before your second date. So, you ended up deciding to just entertain yourself, you had a book, and the beach was nearby so you decided to take yourself down to the beach to read and soak up the sun while you could. You packed up a small bag with your book and a couple of other little things you figured you’d need while you were out before leaving a little note on the coffee table in front of your dad so he wouldn’t panic when he eventually woke up.

After you left the house, you slowly made your way towards the beach. It had so quickly become one of your favourite spots in Miramar and it made you happy that your dad had finally been able to settle down somewhere as beautiful as this. You sat yourself down on the towel you had brought with yourself and opened your book, eyes beginning to scan the pages, getting immersed in the world you were reading about. There were a few times when cocky Top Gun trainees would whistle to get your attention and then flex and show off in front of you, all of them unaware of you rolling your eyes beneath your sunglasses. Those were the type of aviators you had vowed to avoid. And they didn’t know that your heart had already been stolen by a much kinder and gentler aviator. One who was more than likely their superior. Once you stopped paying them any mind, they grew bored in trying to get your attention and instead found someone else who would give them the attention they wanted. You were able to get through a good chunk of your book with the sounds of the beach surrounding you. Just as you decided to pack up and head back home, figuring you had been out long enough, you caught sight of a family playing on the beach, the father scooping his son up and holding him close as the boy giggled and hugged his dad. The sight made your heart melt, and it made you wish all the more that you could remember the time you had spent in Miramar when you were little.

After tearing your eyes away from the sight, you started to make your way home, still finding yourself admiring your surroundings with every step you took. It didn’t take you long to make your way back to your dad’s house and just as you entered the house, you heard the tv playing in the living room, letting you know that your dad was now a bit more awake. You then head into the living room, greeting your dad as you enter the room, smiling at him as he greets you in return.

“Did you have a good time at the beach?” Maverick asks as you ease yourself down onto the armchair, nodding as you sit down.

“It was nice to just relax and read my book. I don’t get to do that much back in Chicago.” You say, glad you took the time you had to take care of yourself and relax at somewhere as beautiful as the beach.

“I’m glad you got a chance to relax. It must get pretty busy with your job, huh?” Maverick muses, realising he’s never truly sat down and thought about how busy your life can be.

“It’s a lot of long hours. But I knew what I was getting myself into when I pursued this career.” You admit. You had inherited a lot from your dad, one of which was your willingness to put in the hard work to get yourself where you wanted to be in life.

“I probably don’t say this enough but I’m so proud of you.” Maverick says softly, smiling over at you which makes you smile at his words.

“That means a lot, dad. Thank you.” You say softly, both of you standing from where you were sat and crossing to each other, hugging each other tightly. It wasn’t that your dad didn’t tell you he was proud of you, even if he thought he didn’t say it enough, in fact, he had said it to you a lot growing up. When you graduated college, you were sure he said it a hundred times just at the ceremony alone. Every time he told you that he was proud of you, it made your heart swell. All you ever wanted to do was make your dad proud.

You decide to spend the day spending time with your dad, talking about things and even coercing him into telling you a few stories from when you were little and lived in Miramar. It was nice to hear some stories from your childhood, especially when Goose, Carole, and Bradley were involved in the stories. You knew your dad missed his friends, and that was part of the reason you didn’t want your potential relationship with Bradley to drive a wedge between them. They were both the last thing left they had of Goose and Carole, and you’d never forgive yourself if you ruined their relationship after they had just mended it. When it grows close to the time you agreed to meet with Bradley, you begin to excuse yourself, getting up from the sofa.

“Where are you off to tonight?” Maverick asks, watching as you get up and begin to cross to the doorway so you can freshen up.

“I found a mini golf place down by the beach and Bradley kindly agreed to come with me for a friendly match.” You say with a grin, hoping your dad doesn’t think too much about Bradley being mentioned.

“You’ve seemed so much happier now you’ve reconnected with Bradley.” Maverick says, clearly not missing the effect Bradley had on you since you started talking with him again.

“I didn’t realise how much I missed him until we started talking again.” You admit with a light shrug, trying not to give too much away about your feelings for Bradley.

“Well, I’m glad you two have been able to be friends again.” Maverick says with a nod, silently dismissing you and you take the chance, heading upstairs to change and freshen up for meeting Bradley.

It takes practically no time for you to freshen up and get ready for your second date with Bradley. You were silently thankful that you had the sense to pack some cute outfits for your visit because now you didn’t feel like you had to panic and find clothes that might work. When you finish getting ready, you head back downstairs after checking your phone and seeing a text from Bradley saying that he’s on his way, grab your key, and bid your dad a quick goodbye as you make your way out the door.

Once more you make your way down the road, realising that you beat Bradley to where you agreed to meet. You waited patiently for but a couple of minutes before Bradley walked up alongside you.

“Funny seeing you here.” Bradley says jokingly, both of smiling as you turn to face him.

“I never could’ve expected to run into you here.” You say, a joking sarcastic tone to your voice as you let out a breathy laugh before giving Bradley the hug he offered. After greeting each other, you both begin the walk to the mini golf place. It wasn’t too far from your dad’s house, and you enjoyed getting to walk with Bradley, especially when you had no shortage of conversation topics. It didn’t take you long to reach the mini golf course and as you got closer; you began to take longer strides to get out in front of Bradley to ensure you could pay for it. Thankfully, Bradley stuck true to the deal and patiently waited for you to pay, only stepping closer when the employee at the booth handed you two golf clubs and two golf balls, taking one of each from you.

“Let’s play.”

As you make your way around the course, taking it in turns while making light conversation with each other each step of the way. As you get ready to take your first shot on the course you had moved on to, Bradley quickly steps forward.

“Hey, do you mind if I just do something that might help you really quick?” Bradley asks, making your focus shift from the golf ball to him.

“Yes, of course.” You say with a smile, waiting as Bradley takes a step closer to you.

“Do you mind if I touch you?” Bradley asks, his voice soft as he studies your expression, not wanting to make you uncomfortable.

“Yes.” Your voice is just as soft as his. Bradley then gently rests his hands on your hips, missing how your breath hitches in your throat at the gentle contact.

“Is this okay?” His voice was soft against the shell of your ear, making your heart pound ten times faster.

“Of course.” You mumbled, fighting the feeling of your cheeks heating up as Bradley carefully adjusted your body, his hands remaining on your hips even after he had finished adjusting your body.

“There, try taking a swing now.” Bradley says, removing his hands from your hips and taking a small step back, making you hold back a frown at the sudden lack of contact. You try to focus yourself after Bradley had stepped away, focusing on where you needed to aim for, and not shifting your body from where Bradley had carefully placed it. You took a deep breath before swinging your club, hitting the golf ball with just enough power to bag yourself a hole-in-one.

“I did it!” You cry out triumphantly, holding your hands up in celebration.

“There you go!” Bradley praises, pulling you into a hug, and carefully avoiding your golf club.

“You’ve given away your best trick. Now I’m going to kick your ass.” You say smugly, laughing as Bradley shakes his head jokingly.

“You’re definitely a Mitchell with that competitive attitude.” Bradley jokes, making you roll your eyes before you and Bradley begin to move on to the next part of the course. It doesn’t take the two of you much longer to get through the remainder of the course and by the time you had finished, you had practically stopped keeping score, instead just focusing on having fun with each other. After returning the clubs to the employee at the booth, you took a little walk further down the beach, finding a wall to sit down at to watch the waves crashing gently against the shore. You and Bradley continue to converse quietly, taking in the beautiful sights the San Diego beach has to offer. At a lull in the conversation, Bradley turned to face you, making you mimic his actions.

“Are you okay, Bradley?” You ask softly, analysing his expression, trying to anticipate what he might say to you.

“Can I kiss you?” Bradley’s question took you off guard, yet you couldn’t stop your heart from pounding in excitement.

“Yes.” You replied breathlessly, and at your response, Bradley gently cupped your face in his hands, inching closer before his lips met yours, your eyes fluttering shut at the contact. The kiss was perfect, it was like putting together two pieces of a puzzle. You didn’t want the moment to end at all but eventually, the need for air became too much and you both gently pulled away from each other, smiling as you locked eyes.

“That was… wow.” You say breathlessly.

“I’m hoping that was a good wow.” Bradley says with a grin and a raised eyebrow.

“It definitely was.” You reply, leaning in for another kiss which Bradley is more than happy to reciprocate.

“Do you think we could make this official? Will you be my girlfriend?” Bradley asks, watching you with the gentlest gaze.

“I’d be a fool to say no to you.” You say happily, pulling Bradley into a hug, your grin widening further than you thought possible, especially when Bradley pressed a soft kiss to the top of your head as he squeezed you ever so slightly closer. You had never been happier than you were in this moment with Bradley. The two of you continue to chat, embracing each other as you watch the sunset across the horizon.

“We should probably get you home, huh?” Bradley muses softly when he feels you shiver against him, instantly shedding his jacket and wrapping it around your shoulders. You get up wordlessly, waiting for Bradley to follow suit and then you begin to slowly walk back together, hands interlinked as you quietly converse, nothing able to wipe the smiles from your faces. When you eventually reach the end of the road leading to your dad’s house once more, you turn to face Bradley.

“Tonight was amazing.” You say, squeezing Bradley’s hand softly.

“It was.” Bradley agrees softly.

“Looks like we have an excuse to see each other more before I leave then?” You muse softly, looking at Bradley as he nods.

“Absolutely.” Bradley says, his smile gentle.

“We can meet at the Hard Deck tomorrow. My squad will be there, but I won’t make you introduce yourself if you don’t want to though. We can find a quieter part of the bar to hang out.” Bradley then continues, carefully picking his words in an attempt to not scare you off.

“I wouldn’t mind meeting your team. I believe I owe one of them a thank you for saving you and dad on that mission you went on.” You say, more than happy to meet Bradley’s team.

“Don’t thank him, it’ll go straight to his head and then he won’t be able to shut up about it for ages.” Bradley says with a laugh, thinking about how Jake would react to being thanked.

“Well, I at the very least owe him a drink for what he did.” You say with a light shrug and a smile.

“I won’t stop you but don’t say I didn’t warn you.” Bradley says with a soft shake of the head, making you roll your eyes with a light scoff.

“I can handle egotistical aviators any day of the week.” You say, folding your arms across your chest and raising your eyebrow as if accepting a challenge.

“You know, I’d pay good money to see you put Hangman in his place.” Bradley admits, chuckling to himself at the mental image of you taking Jake down a peg or two.

“If I need to, I will.” You say with a soft laugh, both you and Bradley knowing that you can absolutely handle yourself. You then both fall silent for a brief moment before Bradley clears his throat softly.

“I should probably let you head back.” Bradley says, nodding in the direction of Maverick’s house, not wanting to keep too long.

“Thank you again. Tonight was amazing.” You say, taking Bradley’s jacket off and handing it to him.

“I should be thanking you.” Bradley says, slipping his jacket back on.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, Bradley.” You whisper, stepping closer to Bradley and placing a quick, soft kiss on his lips, pulling away with a smile.

“I’ll see you tomorrow. Goodnight.” Bradley whispers in response, smiling sweetly as you take a small step back offering him one last smile before turning around and making your way back to your dad’s house with a wide smile that you were sure could never fade.

When you entered the house, you were unsurprised to hear the tv on in the living room. After all, you and Bradley hadn’t been out too long, so it made sense that your dad was still up and about.

“Hey, dad.” You say, standing in the doorway to the living room, smiling as he looks over at you.

“Hey, sweetheart. How was the mini golf?” Maverick asks, his focus completely on you.

“It was great. We had a good time. I kicked Bradley’s ass of course.” You say, jokingly bragging even though you had no idea who had won or lost between you and Bradley.

“That’s my girl. Want to finish watching this movie with me?” Maverick offers, patting the sofa to encourage you over. You nod and cross the room to the sofa, easing yourself down on the sofa next to your dad, relaxing back against the cushions as you watch the movie. You loved watching movies with your dad, you had similar tastes in movies, and you made funny comments to each other during the movie, commenting on a character’s choice or how you would’ve handled a situation. Partway through the movie, your dad decided to order some food given that the two of you hadn’t had any dinner. The two of you perused a menu and picked some food before Maverick placed the order. You both continue to watch the movie until the doorbell rings, giving away that the food has arrived, and you go to pick it up from the delivery driver while Maverick grabs some plates and drinks. Once all the food is plated up, you focus back on the movie, still exchanging comments and enjoying each other’s company. It felt like forever since you had been able to spend time with your dad like this and you were so grateful that you took the time off to come and visit him.

By the time the movie had finished, the food had been eaten and you were feeling the excitement of the day catching up to you, so you stood up, stretching your arms above your head as you stood.

“I might go and start winding down. I’m exhausted.” You say, a yawn spilling past your lips as you talk, emphasising your point.

“I believe you. You go and get an early night, sweetheart.” Maverick says as you pick up your plate and cup, nodding lightly at his words, heading into the kitchen to put your things away before returning to the living room just as Maverick was standing up himself.

“Night, dad.” You mumble, reaching out to hug your dad which he happily reciprocates, holding you close.

“Night, y/n.” Maverick replies, squeezing you a little tighter before releasing you. When he lets you go, you head up to your room and quickly get ready for bed, clambering under the covers and texting Bradley. You had a back-and-forth chat with him, telling him about how excited you were to see him next and how you couldn’t wait to meet his team. You also confessed that you would like to tell your dad about your new relationship with Bradley before you went back to Chicago, but you wanted Bradley’s thoughts first and he let you know that whenever you were ready, he’d be there to help you tell Maverick.

Eventually, you fell asleep and when you woke up in the morning, you remembered that you’d be meeting with Bradley at the Hard Deck, and it kicked you into high gear. You knew you wouldn’t be meeting him until the late afternoon, but you wanted to ensure that you had sufficient time to prepare for the evening. You got up and once you were showered and dressed, you headed downstairs to make some breakfast for you and your dad. As you prepared the breakfast, you put the radio on quietly for some background noise and you hummed lightly to the song playing.

When Maverick came down for breakfast, you had just begun plating it up and you handed him a plate just as he began to sit down. You then poured him a mug of coffee, placing it down on the table with a smile before focusing on plating up your own food. You then sit down opposite your dad and the two of you have a chat over dinner. You decided you’d spend the day with your dad before heading to the Hard Deck, so you laid out a plan with your dad since you knew you didn’t have much longer left in Miramar. You were excited to do some more things with your dad, especially given the number of times you’d been disappearing in the evenings to hang out with Bradley. You go with your dad to various places around Miramar that you haven’t seen yet. He even took you to Top Gun, showing you around his workplace, and even able to show you some of the jets he flew. Stepping back into Top Gun felt familiar to you, you didn’t have any concrete memories of the building, but the familiarity was overwhelming, and you were so happy your dad found himself back at Top Gun, so he not only had the familiarity but because he also had the stability of working in one place without having to move constantly. By the time you had finished the tour of Top Gun, you became aware of the time and turned to your dad.

“Hey, dad. I promised Bradley I’d meet with him at the Hard Deck to meet his team in like an hour or so. Is it okay if I head home to get sorted?” You ask, turning to face your dad.

“You’ve been spending an awful lot of time with Bradley. Is there anything you should know about?” Maverick asks, eyebrow slightly raised as he watches you.

“Dad, it’s not like that. He just wanted me to meet his friends. Besides, I do owe one of them a drink at least for saving you and Bradley.” You reply, shrugging lightly as you explain yourself. You longed to tell your dad, but you knew it wasn’t the right time, not without Bradley to support you through it.

“Well, that’ll go straight to his head.” Maverick says with a chuckle gesturing with his head for you to follow him which you do so, trying to hide your smirk when you realise your dad has said practically the same thing that Bradley had when you mentioned buying a drink for the aviator who saved both your dad and Bradley. You followed your dad out to his car, finding it a little bit funny at the number of times he’s used the car in the duration of your stay when you know he’d much rather be riding around on his motorbike. You both get into the car and Maverick begins the drive back to his house.

Once he pulls up and parks the car, you both get out and you make your way into the house and up to your room so you can freshen up. After you’ve made yourself a little more presentable for the evening, you head back downstairs to spend a little bit more time with your dad before heading down to the Hard Deck. Just before you leave to head down to the bar, you bid your dad goodbye, promising to be back before it’s too late.

The walk to the Hard Deck was quiet without Bradley around to keep you company, but you knew you’d be seeing him soon enough. Besides, as you made your way down to the bar, you were able to appreciate the beauty around you before you had to go back to Chicago.

By the time you make it to the Hard Deck, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket making you stop in your tracks, pull your phone out of your pocket to read the message you had received from Bradley, letting you know that he was in the Hard Deck and that you could just head in whenever you were ready. Taking a deep breath, you head into the bustling bar, glancing around and quickly locating Bradley just by his Hawaiian shirt, seeing him standing with a group of people who you could only assume were his team. As you cross the room, Bradley turns around and catches sight of you, eyes lighting up as he smiles and crosses to meet you in the middle, instantly capturing your lips in his for a sweet kiss.

“Well, that’s one way to say hello.” You mumble with a smile as you both pull away slightly, smiling at each other.

“I’m just happy to see you.” Bradley confesses softly, pulling you into a gentle hug, and pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

“That makes both of us.” You reply happily, eyes fluttering closed in the embrace for a brief moment before you pull away.

“Let’s get you acquainted with the team, shall we?” Bradley says, wrapping a gentle arm around your waist and guiding you over to the group of people he had just been standing with by the pool table. As you approach the group, Bradley is quick to introduce you to everyone, making sure he made it known that you were his girlfriend before he introduced everyone by name. Once you had been introduced to everyone, you turned to address the group.

“Alright, so which of you is the one I owe a drink for saving my dad and Bradley?” You ask, making the group exchange looks at the realisation that you’re not only Bradley’s girlfriend but Maverick’s daughter as well. Once they get over the initial shock of the revelation, a blond man steps forward, a cocky smirk on his face as he smiles at you.

“Well, sounds like you owe me a drink then.” He says with a smirk, leaning back against the pool table with an eyebrow raised.

“I’m a woman of my word.” You say simply, shrugging with a laugh before going over to the bar to order a drink for both you and Jake from Penny, greeting her happily as you do so. When you’ve grabbed the drinks, you return to the group, handing one of the beers to Jake which he takes happily, making sure everyone saw the special treatment he believed he was getting.

“You weren’t lying when you said it would go to his head.” You muse with a laugh as Bradley winds an arm around your middle, pulling your back to his chest as he lets out a soft chuckle.

“He’s just warming up.”

Unbeknownst to you and the others, Maverick entered the bar while you were all occupied with your conversations and sat himself at the bar, smiling at Penny as he did so. As he received his drink, he glanced over at you with the Daggers, and his eyebrows furrowed as he saw the embrace Bradley had you in, and he certainly didn’t miss Bradley pressing soft kisses to your cheek as you laughed, looking up at him with all the love in the world.

“Did you know about them?” Maverick asks the next time Penny stops in front of him, gesturing over in your direction with his head.

“No more than you did clearly. But it was obvious they liked each other the moment they had that little meet-up when y/n first came back. Bradley did mention you warning him away from her though.” Penny says, focusing her attention on a stain on the bar top and wiping a cloth along it.

“I just didn’t want her to get hurt. I know what aviators are like.” Maverick says, eyes fixed on the drop of condensation running down the beer bottle in his hand.

“Pete, she’s not a child and I’m sure she’s told you as much. Besides, Bradley looks at her like she holds the entire world in her hands. Bradley’s not like the others. Give him a chance.” Penny says softly, watching the man in front of her softly, seeing how he silently processes her words. Instead of responding, Maverick looked back over to where you and Bradley were, and he could see the look of love evident on both of your faces.

Suddenly, a patron at the bar who was clearly already much too drunk stumbled in your direction and Maverick was convinced he had never seen a quicker reaction from Bradley until right now. Bradley, with one of the arms he had wrapped around your middle, carefully manoeuvred you so that you were now behind him, and he took the brunt of the patron falling on him, immediately steadying him while shooting him a warning look. Once the guy had wandered back to his friends, Bradley turned around to face you, placing gentle hands on your hips and giving you a soft kiss, pulling away with a gentle smile before inaudibly chuckling at something you said.

“They look happy together.” Maverick says softly, thinking of how Goose used to look at Carole the same way Bradley was looking at you.

“They do. Give Bradley a chance.” Penny reiterates, looking down at Maverick who nods sheepishly.

“I’ll speak to them in a bit. I don’t want to disturb them yet.” Maverick says, turning his attention to Penny, smiling softly at her before striking up a new conversation with her.

Across the bar, you were talking to the Daggers, finding out some more stories from when Bradley had first come back to Top Gun.

“Should’ve seen him. He was a menace when he found out Maverick was teaching. Damn near got themselves killed during training with the stunts they pulled.” Jake explains, beer in hand as he leans up against a nearby table as you watch Bradley and Natasha play a game of pool against each other.

“Somehow that doesn’t surprise me. Bradley was pretty pissed at dad when everything went down, and dad’s stubborn as anything.” You say with a gentle roll of the eyes.

“I’m just glad they got past their issues by the time they went on the mission. I hate to admit it, but they’re our best solo aviators.” Javy admits with a chuckle, making you smile as Jake gawps in mock shock.

“I’m right here you know. I’m the one who saved their asses.” Jake shoots in retaliation, making you and Javy laugh to yourselves.

“What are you two laughing about?” Bradley asks with a smile, sidling up alongside you.

“Javy admitting that you and dad were among the best two pilots for the mission seemed to be a bit of a hit to Jake’s ego.” You explain, making Bradley chuckle as he reaches out to clap Jake on the shoulder then holding out the pool stick for him to take.

“Let’s step outside for a minute.” Bradley mumbles, his voice low as he dips his head near your ear so you can have a semi-private conversation with the bustling volume of the bar. You nod and let Bradley lead you towards the front door of the bar, both of you instantly stopping in your tracks when you see your dad standing near the door, a soft smile on his face.

“Can we talk?” He asks the two of you, eyes flicking between you and Bradley as you both nod lightly. Maverick then gestures for you to follow him outside which you do, stepping out onto the deck and watching the waves crash against the beach.

“Mav I-”

“Bradley, I think it’s best I do the talking here. Look I was wrong to tell the two of you to stay away from each other. Just seeing the two of you earlier was enough of a wake-up call for me to realise that I was being a dick and that you both clearly love each other. I won’t get in your way.” Maverick says, making you and Bradley exchange a look before looking back at your dad.

“Dad…” You mumble, heart softening at your dad’s gentle smile.

“Bradley looks at you the same way Goose looked at Carole.” Maverick then continues, making you look at Bradley who has a slight blush painted across his cheeks at the revelation.

“Thank you, Mav. I promise I’ll look after her.” Bradley promises, holding a hand out for Bradley to shake, instead being pulled into a hug by your dad.

“I know you will.” Maverick says reassuringly before pulling away from the embrace, patting Bradley on the shoulder, and taking a step back before you hug your dad gratefully.

“I love you dad, thank you for giving us a chance.” You whisper, only audible to you and Maverick.

“I love you too, sweetheart. Now, enjoy the rest of your evening.” Maverick replies, squeezing you a little tighter and planting a kiss on the top of your head before releasing you and heading back into the Hard Deck. After the door closes behind your dad, Bradley turns to face you with a grin and slightly raised eyebrow.

“Would you like to come to mine?”

It took practically no time for you and Bradley to get back to his small house, the two of you head into the living room and settle down on the sofa. As you sit down, Bradley wraps an arm around you and pulls you into his side gently. At the shift of embrace, you look up at Bradley, a soft smile on your face that matches his. Before you knew it, you started to lean up to press your lips to his softly, pulling away for a brief moment to adjust yourself, turning yourself more towards Bradley and cupping his face in your hands before kissing him once more. Bradley was quick to reciprocate the kiss, bracing a gentle hand on the back of your head in an attempt to hold you closer while his other hand winds around your waist, pulling you closer in that way as well as your eyes and his flutter closed. When the need for air becomes too much for both of you, you pull away but only enough to press your foreheads against each other, eyes opening again as your hand drifts up to play with Bradley’s hair.

“I know your dad pointed it out earlier but… I love you.” Bradley murmurs, a shy smile on his face as you smile back.

“I love you too.” You reply quietly before Bradley reconnects your lips for another kiss. Pulling you impossibly closer until air is needed once more.

“I know I’ve already asked you to be my girl, but what if you stayed? Is there a way you could stay here, with me?” Bradley asks, knowing that it was probably a long shot to ask you such a question, especially when the two of you had not long got together but he couldn’t just sit by and let his chances slip by again. To his surprise, you smiled, and gently ran a hand through his hair.

“I was actually visiting for more than just seeing dad. I actually got an offer to transfer to a hospital here in San Diego. I wanted to see the area before I made a choice and… I think I have a reason to accept it now.” You say, barely able to finish your sentence before Bradley kisses you again, gently pushing you back until you are lying back on the sofa with him hovering over you.

“Well looks like we have some good news to celebrate then.” Bradley says after breaking the kiss, smiling down at you as you smile back.

“Sounds like we do.” You mumble before grabbing the lapels of Bradley’s Hawaiian shirt to pull him back down for another kiss.

“I think we should take this to my room.” Bradley mumbles against your lips, making you loosen your grip on his shirt slightly so he can pull away, pulling you up with him yet still unable to keep his hands and lips off you as you make your way upstairs to his room. Just as you reach the door to his room you begin tugging his Hawaiian shirt off, carelessly discarding it on the floor as Bradley braces himself against the door, pushing it open behind him as you stumble in after him.

You couldn’t wait to make the move to Miramar now you had Bradley. You knew he was worth the risk.

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We Can Take Things Slow

Aki Hayakawa x Fem! Reader

Warnings: (minors dni) 18+ smut, virgin! reader, fluff, fingering, praise

Word Count: 5.1 K

Summary: What started as a crush has bloomed into a full-on relationship, and for the first time in your life, you're ready to do more than kiss.

Out of all people, you would have never thought that he would be your boyfriend; the first time he came in, you had to force yourself to stop staring. You had only worked at the local grocery store for about six months, and while you had seen attractive people come in to shop before, you had never seen a man as handsome as him.

He was tall — with blue eyes and black hair, the dark tresses often tied atop his head. His topknot hairstyle actually made your lips quirk up into a smile the first time you saw him. The ponytail was just so small and, for lack of a better word, cute.

He didn’t go to your register that day, and although slightly disappointed, you were glad. Just looking his way made your heart rate speed up. Who knows how you would have embarrassed yourself if you had to talk to him.

The next time you saw him, he walked in with — what you assumed to be — his friends, a guy and a girl who appeared to be rather rambunctious, one rolling in on a shopping cart while the other tossed boxes of snack cakes into it. Or maybe, they’re roommates; you thought as they walked past, watching them head down the aisle as you scanned a carton of milk. You wondered if he liked milk.

He didn’t go to your register that time either — well, he almost did, but he pivoted this shopping cart at the last second and headed a lane over, even though your current customer had just checked out. He must really like waiting in line.

And every time after that, he did the same, always with that boisterous duo; he never went to you. It was such a regular occurrence you no longer felt nervous when he came in.

But at least you still got to admire him. Sure, he might be avoiding you, but he was still pretty. Handsome, just like the first time you ever saw him. Plus, there was no harm in looking at him, right? A girl’s allowed to have a crush.

Then one evening, he came in alone. Dressed in a short-sleeved button-down, he spent most of his time in the produce section, picking out fruits and vegetables before disappearing between the aisles, where you didn’t see him again until he emerged at the check-out line — your check-out line.

Placing his groceries on the conveyor belt, you stood in disbelief, the nerves you thought you had long forgotten returning.

“Hello,” with a nod, the man greeted you, his eyes looking into yours as your cheeks grew warm.

“Hi! Did you find everything okay today?”

Overly peppy, you continued, tapping a button on the cash register before you began scanning his items, trying your best to appear calm.

“I did,” he said.

For a second, your eyes met as you glanced up at him, nodding in approval as you kept scanning.

The silence that followed was awkward. Well, it was for you, at least. Time seemed to slow while you worked, and halfway through, attempting to ease the feeling, you commented on his choice of milk — your face filling with a heavy heat as soon as the phrase left your lips.

“Mmm, oat milk,”

You’re not sure what response you were expecting, but all he did was exhale an amused huff and nod at you, taking out his wallet as he prepared to pay.

Great, he totally thinks you’re weird now, you thought. The next time he comes in, he’ll definitely go back to avoiding you.

Plus, surely he’s already got a girlfriend, right? Now that you’ve seen him up close, it’s proven just how attractive he is. Maybe next time he’ll come in with her. Maybe, you’ll even get to see them kiss.

But that never happened because he didn’t have a girlfriend. He either came in with his two friends or alone. And while he didn’t always go to your line, he frequented it more often. Over time, you even got less nervous when he appeared, and your interactions grew less stiff. You even learned his name — Aki. The two syllables felt like a dream leaving your lips. Along the line, you even found out about his profession. He was a devil hunter. Not uncommon, but dangerous. You’d known people who had joined Public Safety before, and although things didn't usually end well for them, you had to stop yourself from thinking of all the terrible possibilities this could mean. At least, this explained the formal clothing he sometimes wore.

Even your coworkers started noticing that things were different. Every time Aki came in, they’d tease you, asking things like, “So, when’s the wedding?” and “Have you hooked up yet?” Their questions were lighthearted, but you refused to answer — it was fun talking about the man you admired, but they didn’t need to know everything.

That is until, months later, after a series of secret rendezvous, one of them had seen you and Aki outside of work — at a table for two at a local restaurant, where he asked for a taste of your food, and you giggled, leaning in with a pair of chopsticks to fed him. But the light kiss that followed was what really caught their attention.

So the next day, your closest work buddies threw a lunchroom celebration, where despite their playful banter, they made sure to share how happy they were for you. Your oldest friend, who’s twice your age, even mentioned that she “Could tell he was a sweet one” and “Always knew he had a crush on you,”

Her words were the highlight of your day.

Sometimes you still can’t believe you're really with him. The two of you are similar in some ways. But in a lot of ways, you aren’t. Aki smokes, and you don’t — but that’s good, he tells you. Aki enjoys drinking beer, but you’ve never liked the taste. So you sip on water most of the time. But that’s great too, he says. In fact, he should be more like you, he insists. Aki has been in a relationship before. He’s had sex — shared his naked body with someone other than himself — And you haven’t. Not even close. All you’ve done is kiss. But you haven’t told him that.

And while you shouldn't feel shame for such a thing, you do. Like when you go to his apartment and spend the night eating cereal together, honey-flavored grains swimming in oat milk.

“Hey, let’s do the crossword puzzle on the back,” you say, dipping your spoon in for another bite.

If this were a different cereal box, the game on the back would probably already be done. However, lucky for you, Power and Denji — Aki’s roommates that you met sometime back at the grocery store — keep their hands off his boxes of “grandpa food,”

Grabbing a pen, Aki hands it to you, looking on as you begin to fill out the small square boxes, lifting a finger every so often so he can point out an answer. And when the puzzle is complete — and your bowls are empty, he washes them as you get ready for bed, changing into your pajamas to wait for him in the bedroom.

Being alone with him in here makes your heart race sometimes. Although the only thing the two of you have done in here is kiss, you can’t help but think of what will happen when you tell him that's all you've ever done.

It’s only happened once before, but one time things got heated. Clearly more experienced than you, Aki's kisses grew fervent, his lips moving against yours with ease. Like the love interest in a romance movie, he moved with such seduction, his tongue brushing against your bottom lip as his hands grazed the skin beneath your shirt. Your body grew hot, and for a second, you thought of letting him undress you, but instead, you gently pulled away — kissing one last time before you left to get a cup of water.

The memory makes you feel bad in a way. You should have just told him then, explained to Aki how you didn’t push him away because of what he did, but instead because you’re a nervous virgin. Or maybe you should tell him tonight — get it over with and…

“Did you already brush your teeth?”

But his question breaks you from the idea, and as you shake your head in response, you decide, maybe next time. Besides, brushing your teeth is more important anyway.

Four weeks later, you find yourself facing the decision again.

Your relationship with Aki has even reached a new milestone — you’ve said you love him. And with the faintest blush, Aki has said he loves you too.

In fact, he said it just moments ago before you kissed him — before you straddled him on his bed and began tasting his tongue. Slowly getting comfortable, you’ve started taking the lead with things like this now. It’s fun and exciting, yet, the idea of going further still makes you nervous.

It’s not like you don’t want to go further. You do, but you’re scared. Afraid that once you tell Aki, things won’t be the same, the flame will fizzle out, and he’ll leave you. Or even worse, he’ll use you for sex, and that’ll be the end of it — a cherry-popping dream come true.

“Hey, you okay?”

Caught on to how you’ve stopped and pulled away, he questions you, studying your expression as you refuse to make eye contact.

“Aki…” you mutter his name in quiet guilt, shifting about as you decide to rip off the proverbial band-aid, your heart pounding in your chest as you timidly confess, “I’m a virgin,”

“Huh?” caught off guard, his brows pull together as you remove yourself from his lap, your eyes growing glossy as panic sets in. If he laughs right now, then it’s over.

“I’ve never done anything, okay?” you hush, wiping away at your cheek.

You'll tell everyone at work that he's a jerk.

But Aki doesn't laugh. He doesn't chuckle; he doesn't even smirk. Instead, Aki thinks. He acknowledges your reactions — figures this information must have been weighing down on you for a while, and from what he can tell, you must be worried right now. And while to him, it’s no big deal, to you, it is. So in respect of your feelings, he does what he can to comfort you.

“That’s okay,” he gently speaks. “That doesn't change how I see you,” Hoping he’s not making things worse, he continues.

“Did you think it would?”

Peering up through dampened lashes, you nod. It’s embarrassing to admit, but it’s true. Before you got into a relationship with Aki, your lack of sex was never an issue — other than the fact that you’ve never been with another person, you did plenty of sexual exploring on your own. You’ve done things that not even your friends in two-year relationships had done, knew kinks by name, and even told them what kind of toys to bring into the bedroom. You know your body, and you know what you like. You’ve just never had anyone to share it with. Being vulnerable in such a way can be scary. And while no, you don’t have to say anything about it, you feel it’s best that you do.

“That’s why I wanted to tell you…before things went any further. I just need you to know. So, we can take things slow, okay?”

Shifting closer, Aki nods before wrapping his arms around you in a comforting hug, holding the back of your head as you press yourself against him, the scent of soap heavy on his skin.

“Don’t worry, it’s fine,” he whispers. “I don’t mind taking things slow,”

In his arms, you continue to listen, his acceptance putting you at ease.

“We don’t have to do anything until you’re ready. Until you want to, alright?

In response, you nod, silently agreeing before you pull back, peering up at Aki as you wipe your eyes.

“What if I only ever want to hold hands?” you mumble.

“Then we’ll only hold hands...and I’ll still love you,” smiling down, he assures you.

Aki only wants to make you happy, and although he can’t guarantee he'll never make you sad or worried, he can promise to never make you uncomfortable.

—

“So, got any plans for the weekend?” your coworker asks from beside you, adjusting a can of corn as you reorganize the shelves before closing time.

“Actually, I do,” you say, the lilt in your voice soft as you continue working. “Aki and I are going to a new gyoza restaurant tonight. It just opened up,”

“Ooh, a date, I see? And will you be feeding him again this time?”

You give your friend the side eye, and they chuckle, the memory of when they first saw you together causing you to laugh along.

“And what if I do? Are you gonna be there watching like last time,”

“Hey, I just happened to be there,” your friend holds their hands up in defense. “It’s not my fault I caught you kissing mister topknot,” they tease. “Besides, I’ve got my own boyfriend to feed tonight,”

“Oh yeah, how is your cat, by the way?” Humored by your joke, you smile, peering over at your friend as they shake their head with a chortle. The end of your shift flies by when the two of you are together, and before you know it, the grocery store is closed for the night.

Once back home, you call Aki to let him know. Telling him that after you shower and get ready, you’ll call him back so he can pick you up.

“Alright, see you soon then. Love you,”

“Love you too, bye,” his voice carries over before hanging up, the end of the call leaving you eager to be with him again.

An hour later, he’s knocking on your door, standing outside your apartment with joy in his eyes when you open up to greet him — two overnight bags in hand.

“You ready to go?” he asks, silently admiring your features.

“Yup,” you smile as he takes your bags for you. “I’m so ready to eat too. I’ve been dreaming of this gyoza all day!”

Heading to the car, he chuckles at your enthusiasm. It sounds like tonight he won’t be getting any of your leftovers. Guess he’ll just have to order extra.

—

Four plates of fried dumplings later, the two of you have had your fill, and with the bill paid, you head back to Aki’s apartment.

“Denji and Power are out, by the way.” he mentions while unlocking the door, “But they’ll be back tomorrow afternoon, so enjoy it while you can,”

“Hey, don’t be mean,” you giggle, “I like them,”

“Yeah, yeah…”

With the place so quiet, you and Aki fall into what feels like a sense of domestic bliss — the tv on in the background providing a bit of sound as you go about helping him rid his fridge of spoiled food. It’s something he does every weekend lest he discovers a container of leftovers growing mold.

After that, he puts a load of laundry into the wash while you make a cup of tea — the last time you came over, he had a flavor you had never tried. You thought it was good, so Aki made sure to get more.

The two of you even brush your teeth together, which is nice because the minty fresh flavor of it remains once you’ve settled in bed — your upper half pressing against his as you kiss. Over and over, until the short pecks turn into your tongue running across his bottom lip, teasing him before he opens up and accepts, his hands sliding down to rest on your waistband as you pull back to catch your breath.

“Aki,” his eyes watch your kiss-swollen lips whisper his name. The warmth of your fingers resting against his jaw as he lifts his gaze.

“Yeah?”

Suddenly aware that you’re on top of him, he removes his hands from your hips — the subtle movement is a sign that he’s being cautious, your comfort always at the forefront of his mind.

“You know, I still want to take things slow,” your heart rate speeds up as he keeps his eyes on you. “And I don’t think I’m ready to go all the way yet, but,”

Now Aki’s heart is racing. He’s almost positive that he knows what you’re going to say, and he’d be lying if he said the thought of pleasing you in any way doesn't get his body aching with desire.

“Can we try something?”

Your face blooms at the question, a sense of embarrassment washing over you as your boyfriend remains silent for a second, lips parting before he places his hands back on you and nods.

“Anything you want,” he murmurs.

And while it’s difficult to ask your first real boyfriend to finger you, you do it. You probably sound like a total dork, you think, but Aki thinks you sound cute — delicate, endearing, but not the least bit innocent as you softly ask, “Will you fuck me with your fingers, please?”

The phrase sounds so vulgarly sweet; Aki has never wanted to satisfy someone's desires as much as he does yours. With your words repeating in his mind, he nods, keeping an eye on you as you move off him, settling beside him instead.

Shifting onto his side, Aki leans in to kiss you, interlocking your fingers with his as he pulls back to ask, “Are you sure about this?”

He knows you’re the one who brought it up, but he still feels the need to ask.

Your lips curve into a gentle smile as you shake your head in response, “I’m positive,” you assure him.

Aki nods once more, bringing your entwined hands up to his lips to kiss your knuckles, one by one, until he lets go and places his hand on your hip, stroking your soft skin as you peer up at him.

Caught on by his hesitance, you pull him in for a heated kiss, reassuring him even further of your request with the tracing of your tongue against his lips — the wet muscle flicking against his as you glide your fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, breathing out a moan while his hand travels further down, dipping into the waistband of your shorts.

“Can I?” he mumbles, thumb tracing against the fabric.

Agreeing, you shift your hips beneath him, allowing his hand to go all the way in, your lips parting in a shaky breath as his digits slide across the front of your panties, stopping just above your clit.

You’re glad you wore such a thin pair tonight, the friction of the lacy material already feels so good, and with each light circle Aki presses against you, you can feel the fabric dampen, knowing that soon, his touch will feel even better.

As he teases you, Aki is sure to gauge your reactions. He pays attention to your movements, focusing on bringing you nothing but pleasure. And when your hips grow more fervent, when your legs spread open further, he experiments with a few words.

“Oh, you’re all nice and wet for me. Aren't you?”

His voice is so low it’s impossible to hold back the moan in your throat. No one has ever said such a thing to you. But Aki can tell you like it. The way your clit twitches is enough to indicate that.

“Will you let me see?” he asks.

You’ve never felt so needy before, eagerly nodding before he kisses your nose and leans away, settling on his knees so he can undress you. You haven't been this nervous in a while — but it's a giddy nervous, and each of Aki’s tender movements helps ease you. He’s slow, gentle, and careful of where he touches you as he kisses the swell of your knee, peering up at you while he glides his hands up your thighs. Everything he does is with your desire in mind.

The veins in his hands flex while he grabs your hips, testing the waters once more as his fingers hook onto the sides of your panties — waiting for your permission.

Aki’s hands have always been nice to you, and as you shake your head in approval, you get lost in the vision of them, admiring how they look in this intimate moment as he undresses you, his long fingers pulling down your shorts and underwear until your core is exposed.

Flustered, your knees pull together as you catch him staring, his blue eyes focused on your sex as he swallows, his lips parting while he softly speaks, “You’re absolutely perfect,”

Your breath hitches, and he kisses your thigh before adjusting himself, moving up the mattress until he’s lying beside you. This position will be more comfortable, he decides. He can please you without his gaze being too overbearing, and the closeness of your lips will make it easier to kiss as he touches you. He’s committed to making this experience a good one for you.

“Are you feeling alright?” he asks, gliding a hand across your stomach.

Nodding, you lift the hem of your shirt, muttering out a quiet “yeah” as you pull it up to reveal your tits, your nipples pebbling from both the cool air and Aki’s stare. He silently curses at how good you are at teasing, leaning in to kiss you as his calloused hand moves up to knead the soft mounds of flesh. The stimulation has you moaning, bucking your hips into the air as his thumb and forefinger pinch the sensitive skin — the slickness between your thighs increasing by the second.

“Mm, Aki,” you mutter his name between kisses, your eyes heavy-lidded as you place your hand on his, guiding it down until it rests on your pelvis.

“I know, I know,” he hushes, “I want to touch you too, just gotta make sure it feels good for you,” he kisses your cheek and then finally; lets his fingers begin to explore.

They brush past the strip of pubic hair you shaved this afternoon, slowly making their way towards your pussy lips, where his fingers dip in to gather your slick as you spread your legs for him. Having Aki touch you like this feels like heaven, and you can feel the strings of your essence separating as you open up for him. His digits circles around your entrance a few times before trailing back up, stopping mid-stroke while he gently speaks, “Oh, you’ve got the cutest little clit I've ever seen,”

The sensitive nub throbs as he makes contact with it, a whine spilling from your throat while he languidly rubs it, his fingers returning to your slit before it becomes too much — if he had kept it up, you would have come in an instant, which isn't bad, but you enjoy the build-up.

Wetting his digits some more, Aki teases your entrance, kissing just below your ear as he quietly instructs you, “Just relax for me, okay?”

Nodding your head, you take a deep breath, staring down as he continues playing with your pussy, rubbing your slick folds up and down before slowly sliding his middle finger into you. The sensation has both of you gasping. Aki because you’re so tight and warm, and you because his fingers are so much bigger than yours. They’re thicker and longer, and as the discomfort melts he begins to move.

He sinks his digit all the way in before almost pulling out, repeating the movement a few times over as your half-lidded eyes grow wide, a breathy moan falling from your lips as you adjust to the feeling.

“You okay?” your boyfriend mumbles.

“Mmhm, your fingers are just…bigger than mine,”

Endeared with the comparison, he huffs out a laugh, kissing your lips while he sinks into you once again, swallowing your mewls of pleasure as he curls his finger this time, pressing against the swelled tissue of your g-spot. It’s like discovering the area for the first time all over again, and your brows pull together as your hips buck against his hand, your legs spreading further as you grab at your tits.

“That feel good?” Aki’s voice remains low, the sticky clicks of your cunt mixing in with the sound while you earnestly nod.

“Yeah…” you whimper, slack-jawed as you whimper on.“Yeah…I want more,” you plead, your lust-filled gaze meeting his while you desperately shift your hips.

You may not know it. You may not even be trying, but through each passing second, through each soft phrase, Aki grows more and more captivated in pleasing you — and knowing that he’ll soon be the reason behind your erotic gratification; has him happy to oblige.

He pumps his middle finger into you a few more times before he pulls it out, tracing along your clenching little pussy while he eases it back into you, his ring finger joining in this time as you breathlessly curse. His digits are so much thicker than yours, longer too. You think this feels good when you do it yourself, but having Aki finger you feels even better. Unrestricted as to how far your wrist can twist, this new angle allows you to feel things deeper, granting you a new level of satisfaction you could never give yourself.

When he feels your walls relax again, Aki begins building the movement of his fingers, pumping the two digits at a steadying pace as he kisses you, trailing his lips down your neck and across your chest. Grazing your nipple, his tongue laps at the bud as he curves his fingers, brushing against your sweet spot. In search of repetition, your hips jolt into his touch, your cunt clamping down as Aki adjusts himself, “Gonna go a little faster now, alright?” he says, sliding his body further down for better reach. Slick with arousal, you’re taken aback by how easily he’s able to speed up his digits, your head thrown back in a heady groan as your pleasure elevates to another height, the sticky sounds of your cunt growing as Aki works his wrist, his palm brushing against your clit every so often.

Cute and high-pitched, your whines are intoxicating to him, swallowing them up between kisses while his fingers stroke your walls.

Your heavy lids make it difficult to keep your eyes open, but even in your lust-filled daze, you make it a priority to drop your chin and take a peek, to watch as your boyfriend fucks you with his fingers. So wet from your pussy, his hand glistens before you, your face flooding with warmth as you whimper his name, “Ah-Aki, Aki,”

You’re close; you can feel it — building up with every thrust of his fingers — with every graze of his heavy palm against your clit. Your skin is heating up, and your hips are jerking, grinding against him in search of more. Just a bit more of that pressure, and you’ll be falling past the edge.

Observant, Aki catches the way your swollen bud twitches and quickens his pace, rapidly pumping his fingers as you clench around him, the sloppy sound mixing in with your cries of ecstasy as he pushes all the way in, his palm grazing your clit as his fingers curl into the spot that has you keening. Repeating the motion, he watches your brows pull together as you shift your stare, meeting his gaze before he presses his forehead against yours. The fading mint of his breath fanning across your lips while he whispers, “You gonna cum for me?”

Your breath hitches as he pushes the heel of his hand towards you, the calloused skin rubbing against your sensitive nub while you press your knees together, trapping his hand in place while your brows crease, urgently nodding your head in admission.

“Yeah?” Aki gives his own little nod while continuing to work his fingers, hitting the spongy spot in the back of your cunt as you struggle to speak.

“Y-yes, yes fuck, please, ohh –” your words cut off into a drawn-out sob, your stomach clenching as you squeeze your thighs together, your body twitching while you dissolve into pleasure with Aki for the very first time — the reality of it all making your walls tighten around his digits even harder, soaking them in your essence as he works you through orgasm.

The sensation has Aki’s mouth falling open, feeling your pussy squeeze his fingers as you curve into his touch, keening through the incredible high while you melt into him. Your shattered breaths catch on the tip of his tongue as he kisses you, tangling his wet muscle with yours — swallowing the moans that escape you.

“Feels good, doesn't it?” Aki whispers against your lips as your clit throbs, his palm pushing down on the swollen nub, causing you to twitch in place while your climax begins to fade. As you relax, his fingers slow their pace, your body slumping into his as your heavy breaths grow steady, your half-lidded eyes catching sight of his digits pulling out of you.

You sigh as they leave you, your cunt squeezing around nothing as you hear your boyfriend mutter out a quiet “Fuck…” — Enamored with how you leak for him, how you’ve coated his thick digits in the creamy white of your pussy. How you’ve allowed him to share such an experience with you.

“You’re perfect, you know that?” he says as you lie back. The endearment has you lazily smiling, his lips pressing against the damp skin of your forehead.

“So perfect,” he repeats between kisses, tilting your chin to peck your lips.

A dreamy haze surrounds him as he stares down at you — your lower half still exposed as you peer into those beautiful cerulean eyes of his, thoughtlessly murmuring out loud, “So, do I have to give you a handjob now?”

The enchanting clouds dissipate as you realize what you've said, the apples of your cheeks growing warm as Aki's face goes blank — a tinge of regret traveling down your spine for even asking the question.

“Well, do you want to?” He calmly replies as you continue to look up at him, searching his gaze while you swallow the words caught in your throat. As much as you desire Aki — as much as you want to have him fall apart because of you; you’re not ready. At least, not tonight.

Prepared to see disappointment spread across his features, you silently shake your head, declining with a nodded no. But to your relief, Aki responds with an affirming smile.

“Then no, you don’t have to,” he says, “We can save that for some other time,”

“Are you sure?”

Kissing the top of your head, he nods, pulling back to assure you once again, “I’m positive,” he replies.

Not until you're ready.

— please do not modify or repost my work

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A/N: Aki is so boyfriend :') he's got such nice hands too Heheh, thanks for reading! If you enjoyed this, let me know! Kind comments are always appreciated ♡♡♡

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wolftoken · 29 days

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Pictures • II x reader

a/n: i wrote this and hated it then edited it two weeks later and loved it honestly this might be my favourite thing i’ve written right now

word count: 2236 • tags: gn reader, ii is sending nudes, kissing, handjob (reader receiving), praise, biting & hickeys, penetrative sex, overstimulation, multiple orgasms, rough sex, creampie, aftercare, purple text indicating text messages

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You’re desperate to get home. Your grocery store is never usually this busy, why today of all days is it flooded with customers? It was supposed to be a quick trip to get some ingredients for II because he wanted to make you dinner tonight. He was still working on some things with the boys when you stepped out to go shopping but he’d probably be home by now. You decide to shoot him a text to say you’ll be home as fast as possible but that the lines are outrageous here.

What you get in response is not something you expected. It’s a mirror selfie, taken in the steamed up bathroom, indicating he’s just got out of the shower. He’s wearing those gray sweatpants and no shirt with a sly smile on his face. It’s hard to miss the prominent bulge he’s sporting and you quickly whip your head around not-so-subtly to make sure no one else in line saw it.

You: an old woman in line behind me almost saw that

II: Lucky old woman :)

You shut your phone off. His antics are not needed right now, when the line is finally moving up. Feeling your phone buzzing in your pocket, you ignore it in case he’s sent you something more graphic that some old lady would faint at the sight of. But then again, he might need something else from the store. Maybe you missed a crucial ingredient and he’s making sure you have it in your basket. Or maybe you just wanna see your boyfriend’s bulge again.

Your face heats up in embarrassment as you try to casually look around for anyone looking at you while you unlock your phone.

II: Did you make sure to get mozzarella?

Oh, good. Well, it’s fine - you’ll get to see him in all his glory when you get home.

You: i did. should be home soon

II: I’ve been missing you

He sends a video. It’s only 4 seconds long but it feels like a lifetime. It’s quite easy to tell he missed you by the way he bites his lip as his hand slides down his crotch. His location seems to have been moved to the couch and the sweats have been removed so he’s just wearing boxers, ones that leave very little to the imagination.

You’re white-knuckling your basket when someone coughs behind you, and you whip your head around with your phone clutched to your chest.

“Can you move up the line, please?” the old woman asks. Your face heats up and you nod, not trusting your voice in the moment. Shuffling awkwardly up the line you begin to place your items down on the conveyor belt, doing a very last minute check over your shopping list. The cashier is having trouble scanning something and asks for his manager to help him and you curse at him internally, even though you know it’s probably not his fault. The problem is fixed soon enough and eventually your receipt is in your hand and you’re putting your bags in the car. Although speeding home sounds tempting you manage not to break any traffic laws and you find yourself parking the car and just as you lift your bags out, a familiar voice makes you turn your head to face it.

“Let me help you with those, love.” II smiles, now dressed in something more appropriate casual.

“I don’t know if you should be seen in public with that,” you remark, unable to bring your eyes back up from the very obvious hard-on in his pants. How long has he been like that? It must be painful. You should get the groceries inside quickly so you can help him out.

“Hello? Just going to stare at my dick all day or bring me my mozzarella?” he laughs. You snap out of your inappropriate daydreams and follow him inside so you can both set down the groceries. As soon as his hands are empty they’re grabbing at your hips to pull you close to him. It’s even better to feel his hard-on pressed against you instead of staring at it through your phone screen, especially when you’re being pushed back against the counter as he desperately ruts against you, which is not surprising considering how long ago he sent you those texts. II pushes his tongue past your lips to claim your mouth and you moan appreciatively, feeling his hands travel to the backs of your thighs to lift you up and wrap your legs around his waist.

You squeak at the sudden movement and cling to his shoulders while he chuckles against your skin. You have to remind him to keep his eyes on the road, so to speak, as he presses wet kisses against your neck and shoulders, but somehow you end up in the bedroom and he just about lets you drop onto the mattress.

“Could have been more gentle with that,” you quip, laughing.

“No gentleness tonight, angel. I’ve been craving you all day, and I haven’t cum once. Kept looking at pictures of you and fucking my fist wishing it was your pretty face but I stop myself every time I’m close so I can make sure I can stuff you completely full with my cum.”

You don’t even have a chance to respond because he’s diving back down to kiss you. Your mouth was already agape from his statement so it’s easy for him to shove his tongue past your lips again - as if you wouldn’t let him, though. You’d let him do whatever he wanted to you and it looks like that’s the score tonight.

He’s shoving his sweatpants and boxers down and throwing his shirt off and you take the opportunity to remove your own clothes as he’s not presently attacking your mouth with his own. Once you’re both naked he’s leaning down to drag his teeth across the skin of your throat, letting his tongue graze along your skin leaving wet shining marks on top of the indents of his teeth, and his hand flies down to play with you. Despite his previous statement, he does start slowly so you can get used to the feeling but you know he’ll be intense later. No wonder when he’s been pent up for this long, hard as a rock and apparently thinking of you all day.

It’s not long before you’re almost cumming on his fingers, your body writing beneath him as he marks hickeys all over your neck. He’s usually careful not to leave too many marks on you but tonight he doesn’t seem to care. You’re sure your neck is already covered in blooms of purple and red and that thought is what pushes you over the edge and with a keening cry you let your orgasm wash over you like a tidal wave, twitching in II’s hands as he watches you with his bottom lip caught between his teeth.

“So fucking pretty, need to watch you cum on my cock when I fucking fill you,” he breaths, rubbing your mess over his dick so he’s nice and slick for you.

It’s always a bit of a challenge to get used to him, and he usually gives you as much time as you need to adjust before he starts moving. Usually. Tonight he’s not wasting a moment and starts fucking you as soon as he buries himself to the hilt, but the pain is soon replaced by gratifying pleasure and you reach your hands up to him, running your hands up his tummy and trying to pull him down to you, but he lets out a growl and takes your wrists together to hold them down above your head.

“Not fair, wanna feel you,” you whine.

He leans down to press his body against yours and you feel him thrust into you as deep as he can possibly go. He’s so deep inside you and you can feel it in your fucking guts and you let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding as he continues to fuck you.

“You feeling me now? Because you’ll be feeling me later,” he grunts. He’s clearly just as affected by the feeling as you are but he’s trying not to show it. But you can tell in his breathless voice, the sweat making his hair stick up every which way, and his dick twitching violently inside you. Desperate to feel him release inside you, you squeeze him hard and move your hips back against him as much as you can and you claim your reward gratefully. His eyes widen and he lets out strings of grunted curses and moans as his hips stutter and he fills you with his cum.

Both of you breathe heavily into the other’s sweat-covered skin, and his hands release yours and come down to hold you by your shoulders as your own find their way to the back of his head. You gaze into his blown-out pupils as both of manage to catch your breath, and II gently rests his forehead on yours.

“Fuck, you have no idea how badly I needed that. Next time don’t take so long in the grocery store, hmm?” he teases. You begin to tell him all about how it wasn’t your fault there was so many people in line but his lips capture yours once again and silence your rambling. Threading your fingers through his hair, you kiss him back with as much force as he’s giving you. It’s messy and you’re both moaning and incoherent and it couldn’t be better.

Moments pass as you get so lost in each other that you barely even comprehend that he’s hard again until he’s slowly moving in and out of you, still pressing deep and making obscene noises with his cum gushing out of you and making an even wetter mess between your thighs. Your legs shake hard as he fucks you; you’re overstimulated but in the best way and you need him to move faster so you can cum around his thick cock. When you pull his face away from yours by his hair it makes him do just that, and you’re surprised to see the way his eyes roll back from the feeling.

Did he even know he liked his hair being pulled? You have no time to think on it because he’s snapping his hips against yours and clamping his teeth down on the meat of your shoulder. You want to pull his hair, push your hips up against him, squeeze your legs around his waist, but he’s fucking you so good you can barely do anything but moan obscenely in his ear. He easily pulls another orgasm from you like this and this time it hits you harder than before. You’re crying from the feeling and you swear you almost pass out when he licks a stripe up your face to taste your tears, savouring the salty flavour and the fucked-out cock-drunk look on your face. Every thing he’s doing to you is making your body writhe in pleasure and you can’t stop the litany of noises coming out of you with every thrust he gives you.

You must be involuntarily gripping his hair again because you hear him growl into your skin and feel the way his body shakes with the feeling of his impending orgasm. You need to feel him fill you up again so you try your hardest to focus on squeezing around his thick cock and pulling on his hair, desperate to make him feel as good as you do.

His jaw goes slack as he tries to bite you again, unable to move as his dick twitches deep inside you and fills you with his hot cum. For a minute he’s resting his full weight on top of you and it’s comforting although slightly hard to breathe, but his arms brace against the mattress and he pushes himself up so he’s not squishing you completely.

His dazed eyes begin to clear and he smiles sweetly at the sight of you, covered in bite marks and bruises and saliva and so so pretty. He’s not much better, with his hair sticking up every which way and his lips puffy and red and of course he’s so beautiful like this, too. Both of you just admire each other and gently kiss and touch where you can reach and make sure you’re both feeling okay, and when you whine at the feeling of II pulling out of you he just brushes his thumb over your cheek and smiles.

In a flash, he’s back with a warm wet cloth to clean the both of you up. He takes his time with you, making sure to be extra gentle with your sensitive skin, pressing the softest kisses over the hickeys he gave you and smiling into your skin when you laugh at the feeling. When he’s done, he’s tossing you some clean underwear and his hoodie and tells you to stay in bed while he fetches a snack.

You watch him saunter into the kitchen in his sweatpants and hear him rifle through the cupboards in search of proper sustenance and it makes you giggle. He always takes such good care of you, and you know you’ll be getting pampered tomorrow when your legs are too sore to make getting out of bed worth it.

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dreamcatchers-husband · 1 year

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The City Of Love And Secrets

Male Reader X Kim Sejeong

Length: 7.6k +

Tags: Couple, Creampie.

A/n- First work in a while. Hope its ok

Paris. The city of love. Everyone has heard that saying and it was honestly true. From your first steps off the plane, you just felt your emotions heighten somehow. Sure it could have been a placebo effect just knowing you were there but either way, you could just feel the love in the air.

Your walk through the airport was almost robotic until you felt a tap on your shoulder. Looking to the side you saw Sejeong smiling at you and handing you a bottle of water.

“Drink. You slept for most of that flight so I imagine you are thirsty.”

Taking a sip of the water, you continued to walk throughout the airport eventually reaching the luggage pick-up section. A few minutes go by as the two of you just stood there in silence, your fingers fidgeting. The sound of a slam gets you back to your senses as you see the luggage begin to fall down the conveyor belt.

Different kinds of suitcases move around on the belt as you see the familiar blue from your couple set. Picking them up, you check to see if your names were on them. Once you saw that the bags were both yours, you picked them off the belt and placed them on the floor.

Pulling out the handles, the two of you made your way to the exit to the airport. The flashing cameras were already going off as you got closer and closer to that door. Finally, near the door, you saw your security team waiting to escort you. With a quick nod, the men formed a circle around the two of you as you walked out the door.

The yelling from the cameraman was very apparent as they were not happy that they couldn’t take any shots of the star in front of them. The yells from your security team rang in your ears as you took slower and slower steps until the circle was opened, showing you the front door to the black car.

Stretching out your hand, you then let Sejeong enter the car as you followed behind her. Once in, the door gets closer as the camera flashes continue to go off. The sound of the trunk closing gets your attention as the car begins to move little by little. The honking from the horn continued to echo in the air until police began to push the paparazzi from the car. Finally free the Mercedes picked up speed In the street.

“Well, that was quite the event. I’m glad I scheduled that security to be there for us.”

“I didn’t expect people to know who I was. That honestly was a surprise.”

“I knew it would be like this. Your fame blew up thanks to the Netflix show. Fashion week here in Paris is also a massive thing, so anyone invited to these shows would get surrounded by paparazzi as well.”

“Well thank you for planning appropriately. That’s why you're my favorite manager.”

“I’m your only manager.”

“Exactly. That makes you my favorite manager either way.”

Laughter filled the car as you slid your hand towards Sejeong’s, taking hold of it. A smile filled your face as you looked towards your girlfriend, Her smile was just as big as your own. The ride from the airport to your hotel continued as you finally made it to the front door. This place just looked amazing from the outside.

The white exterior was somehow very pleasant to the eyes as you opened the door to the car. Stepping out, you reached out and helped Sejeong step out of the vehicle as well. Bellboys soon grabbed your luggage as they then pointed towards the front door. Following their lead, you made your way into the hotel.

The hotel kept its older look which was honestly perfect. It’s kept that romantic feeling you had felt earlier coming off the plane. Getting to the reception desk you stood in front of a French woman who gave you a big smile.

“Welcome to the Ritz Paris. May I know the name your reservation is under?”

“Yes, it’s under the name Park Dong-Yul.”

Once you said your name, the woman began to search for your name on the computer. The repeated clacking from the keyboard came to a stop as the receptionist looked up and smiled at you.

“I see you have the presidential suite reserved for two weeks as well as another room on the floor below. It is a great suite and I am sure you will enjoy it there. Now I see that your stay is already paid for so I will just hand you the key cards.”

Once the cards were programmed, the front desk worker handed them to you and smiled.

“I hope you enjoy your stay here. The bellboys will help bring up your luggage.”

“Thank you.”

Grabbing the cards, you followed the bellboys as they escorted you to the nearest elevator. Once you entered you saw that the elevator had one of the scanners that the doors had for key cards.

“Mr.Park. May I ask you to scan your key card? You will need to use it each time you want to get up to the penthouse floor.”

With a quick nod, you scanned your keycard on the elevator panel and pressed the round button labeled P. As the doors closed, you felt a small jolt come from the elevator as it commenced its journey up. The ride was short as the hotel was not that tall, so a ding from the elevator came quickly. Once the doors opened, you stepped out and followed the bellboys to your front door.

“Just scan your key card and you can enter your home for the next few weeks.”

Scanning the card, a small beep rang out as the lock to the door came undone. Pulling down on the handle, you pushed the door open and held your hand out to Sejeong. As she took hold of it, you both went inside your suite and began to take a look around. As the bellboy entered and placed your bags in the living room.

Taking out a bit of money, you handed it to the bellboy and he said his goodbyes leaving just Sejeong and yourself in the room. Taking a look around, you saw a big living room with a nice tv and couch. Walking towards the bedroom, you saw how big the one bed was with a giant frame holding the mattress.

A few more steps bring you to the bathroom. The massive glass shower was in the corner as you saw a big bathtub at the edge of the wall. The double vanity was perfect for getting the 2 of you ready at the same time.

“Really is a beautiful suite.”

“Yeah, it is.”

Taking a few steps closer, Sejeong then hugged you and looked into your eyes.

“We should freshen up.”

Kissing Sejeong on her forehead, you nod your head in agreement and pull back from her. Your girlfriend then began to remove her clothes in a hurry and jumped into the shower. Following her example you did the same.

Entering the shower, your body was quickly hit with the warm water from the shower head. With her back facing you, your arms wrapped around your girlfriend's waist and pulled her close to your own body. Your lips went to her neck and began to pepper it with small kisses up and down her collar.

“Mhmmm. Already? We just got here.”

“Can you blame me? Your body just drives me feral.”

Lowering your hands, your fingers got closer to Sejeong’s folds until you felt her hand grab you.

“As much as I would love to have a little session, we should get ready for today. This is the only chance we have.”

Much to your dismay, your hands pulled back and Sejeong grabbed the soap. Spreading it all over her body, your hands helped lather her smooth skin. Your fingertips could feel every bump and curve on your girlfriend's body as they helped her reach all the parts of her body.

Once done with her, Sejeong did the same to your own body with a few little slaps to your ass while she was at it. The shower came to an end as the water washed away the remaining soap from your bodies, down the drain.

Stepping out of the shower, you grabbed some towels and got both of you dry. Once dry, you made your way over to your luggage and began to pull some clothes from your suitcase. The striped red dress shirt you threw on matched Sejeong’s orange top. The top was a little shorter showing a bit of her stomach before reaching her black jeans. Throwing a brown blazer on top, her outfit was complete.

Once you finished putting on your dull outfit and grabbing a small box from your backpack, you saw Sejeong walking back to you after putting the phone down. Taking hold of your hand, Sejeong then smiled and looked into your eyes.

“I already requested a cab for us. There should be one for us in a few minutes. We should probably head down.”

“Sounds good. After you, my dear.”

Heading to the door, your legs followed behind your girlfriend to the elevator. Pressing the button, the elevator dinged as the doors opened. Stepping on, your girlfriend pressed the button to go down to the lobby. As the doors closed, the elevator gave a little jolt as it went down a few floors.

That small ding returned as the elevator doors opened once more. Stepping off with Sejeong, the two of you hand in hand walked towards the exit and made your way outside. Seeing the familiar Yellow hue of a taxi, you made your way over and opened the door for Sejeong. Jumping in after her you fastened your seat belt and looked at the driver.

“Near the Eiffel Tower please.”

With a simple nod, the man began to drive as Sejeong laid her head on your shoulder. The drive was rather short but silent. Neither you nor Sejeong spoke the entire time. The only sound that your ears picked up was your heartbeat.

Stepping out of the yellow vehicle, the masses of tourists all around crowded both you and Sejeong as you both began to walk. Knowing your girlfriend would want a picture to commemorate this trip, your legs continued to look for a good spot.

Finding an empty street with the national landmark in view, the two of you made your way to the middle of the road and looked at the giant tower. No cars came down the stone road as Sejeong pulled out her phone and handed it to you.

As the Idol began to pose, you pulled up the camera app on her phone and began to take pictures of her. Each image that filled your screen brought a wider and wider smile to your face. She was your happiness, and you never want her to be gone.

As Sejeong walked back over, you were reminded of the plan once you saw some documents in her hand. Bringing your head back up, Sejeong smiled and took hold of your left hand.

“It’s just over there. Let’s go!”

Filled with energy, the two of you ran down the street like a young couple in a K-drama. Arriving in front of the nice building, the two of you walked to the front door that had two main words written on it. Town Hall.

Pulling the glass door open, Sejeong ran in leaving you to follow her brown jacket to the reception desk. Getting closer, you saw Sejeong trying and failing at communicating with the woman at the desk. She was good at understanding English but not the best speaker.

“I’m sorry. She’s a little enthusiastic. What floor can I find the family and children department?”

“Third floor. On the right-hand side once you step off the elevator.”

Despite the woman’s heavy accent, you managed to understand what she said. Thanking the woman, you followed what she said and walked over to the elevator, and hopped on. Selecting the third floor, the metal cage closed its doors and made the quick trip up.

When the doors opened, you took hold of Sejeong's hands and walked out of the elevator. On the left side, a giant staircase could be found that probably led back to the lobby. Going to the right, you began to follow the arrows to a door at the end of the hallway.

Getting closer you began to see on the door the words in French were written as well as in English, Family and children. As your hand went on the handle, you began to feel Sejeong’s hand tremble as it was intertwined with your own.

Feeling that, you let go of the handle and look back at Sejeong.

“Hey. you ok?”

“Y-Yeah. Just nervous about it all. W-What will people say? What will the company say?”

“A-Are you having doubts? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to. If you felt pressured I’m-“

“No. I never felt pressured, Dongyul. I ran here with you, remember? It’s just that so much could go wrong. First, the company could fire you let alone-“

“Sejeong, dear. I couldn’t care less about what people will say or think. The only thing that matters to me is your response to this. Do you love me?”

“Don’t ask me stupid questions. Of course, I love you.”

“That’s all that matters. We don’t need to do this today. We can just go enjoy the day and do this in the future. I will wait as long as you need me to. I will love you for the rest of my life, even if we never did this.

Walking away from the door, you felt your feet stop in their tracks as Sejeong pulled you back. Wrapping you in her arms, your girlfriend dug her head into your chest and stayed there for a bit.

“Let’s do it. You could have gotten mad that we made it all the way here but didn’t go through with it. Instead, you wanted to make sure I’m ok and will do anything to make me happy. Even wait for a time I’m 100%, be that today or never. The fact is my life as an idol will always bring me doubts about stuff but the one thing I don’t doubt is how much I love you. Let’s go.”

A smile filled your face as you reached for the door handle and turned it. Walking into the room, you found a woman at the reception desk looking at the two of you entering.

“Welcome to the Family and Children department. How can I help you? Do you have an appointment?”

Luck was on your side as the woman spoke very good English.

“Um no but we were hoping to get a ceremony held today.”

“What type of ceremony?”

Sejeong took a step forward and smiled.

“My boyfriend and I would like to get married.”

The woman at that time stood up from her seat and gave you an expression that could only be described as delighted.

“Oh, my god. Do you know how long it’s been since we had a wedding here? Let me call the mayor and he will come down from his office right now!”

Picking up the phone, the middle-aged woman began to press several buttons on the landline and then put the receiver to her ear.

“I wonder how long it’s been since they had a wedding here. She seemed way too excited to have to do a ceremony.”

“I would assume they have one of these done every 15 minutes. There wasn’t even a line here at all.”

Before you could continue your conversation the woman came running up to the two of you and began to push you out the door. Pulling you both to the stairs the woman began to speak once more.

“Let’s go up a floor and we will meet the Mayor in his office. Did your two bring witnesses to sign on the marriage certificate?”

“Shit. I might have forgotten about that part.”

“Well typically we would reject you but I can sign and the mayor's secretary can sign as well. Just don’t tell anyone we will do it for you.”

Your fiancé at that time chuckled and gave you a flick to the forehead. Finally, up the stairs, you found several rooms in a hallway. Following the woman, you made it to the door at the end of the hallway. As she opened it, you saw what seemed to be a desk in the room. Once in, you saw that there was another door next to the desk.

As the younger woman saw you three enter, she waved at you all to walk over and stood up.

“Perfect. He’s in his office waiting. I’m Michelle.”

“Wow, your English is very good. The two of you have no accent at all.”

“We were both raised in America. I will act as the translator even though Celine, who you met downstairs could do it as well. Now let’s head in with you and your fiancé.”

Walking to the door. You turned the handle and found a man standing next to a table. Sejeong's hand began to tremble once more as you finally were face to face with the man that would join the two of you for life.

“Accueillir. Est-ce que vous êtes le couple que je vais épouser?”

Michelle then walked forward and spoke.

“He said, " Welcome. Are the two of you the couple I will marry? His name is Pierre Blanc.

“Ah tell him yes. We thank him for taking the time out of his day to do this for us.”

Michelle then translated back what you said. The mayor then replied.

“Bien. Les gens ne se marient plus à Paris.”

“He said “Well. People have not been getting married in Paris anymore.”

“Yeah, Celine mentioned something like that. Why?”

“Ah well. This Generation doesn’t seem to want to go with the old-school traditions. Most couples seem to want to just keep things casual now.”

“Well I understand those thoughts that people had but we have both been suckers for old romance stories.”

Looking at Sejeong, you saw a large smile on her face as she nodded at your statement. Soon the rest of the people in the room began to grab things as you continued to look at her.

“Sorry, you can't participate much in all these conversations.”

“Eh, it’s ok. I understand what you guys are saying. Feels like you are translating for work as always. All I need to know is two words. I do.”

“Sorry to interrupt but we are almost ready just fill out some of this paperwork and we can start. For the ceremony, He will give a bit of a speech and then ask you the question. I will be translating it all.”

Filling out the paperwork given, you both handed it to Michelle and gave it to the Mayor. The two of you stood in front of the Mayor. The speech he gave was on the long side but each sentence just somehow made you happier. Finally, the time the two of you were waiting for came.

“Maintenant. Dongyul, Sejeong. le temps est venu. puis-je confirmer que vous êtes tous les deux ici de votre propre gré?”

“He said “Now. Dongyul, Sejeong. the time has come. Can I confirm you are both here of your own will?”

“Yes, I am here of my own free will.”

With a bit of a struggle, Sejeong replied.

“Yes me here want.”

“Some chuckles left everyone’s mouths as they heard your fiancé’s English.

“Merci d'avoir confirmé. Nous le faisons avec tous les étrangers. Le mariage est quelque chose qui peut être compliqué parfois, mais toujours une belle chose. Je pense que mon discours a pris beaucoup de temps, alors allons-y.”

Looking at Michelle you waited for her translation.

“Thank you for confirming. We do this with all foreigners. Marriage is something that can be complicated at times but is still a beautiful thing. I think my speech took up a lot of time so let’s get to it.”

Looking back at the mayor he began to speak once more.

“Dongyul. Prends-tu Sejeong pour femme ? Aimer et tenir pour le reste de votre vie, à travers la maladie et en bonne santé ? Les moments faciles et les plus difficiles?”

“Dongyul. Do you take Sejeong to be your wife? To love and to hold for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health? the easy times and the hard ones?”

“I do.”

With a smile, The mayor now turned to Sejeong.

“Sejeong. Prenez-vous Dongyul pour mari ? Aimer et tenir pour le reste de votre vie, à travers la maladie et en bonne santé ? Les moments faciles et les plus difficiles?

“Sejeong. Do you take Dongyul to be your husband? To love and to hold for the rest of your life, through sickness and in health? The easy times and the hard ones?”

“I do.”

“Très bien alors. Je vais sauter le reste de mon discours puisque je vous ai déjà ennuyé tous les deux. Pourriez-vous tous les deux signer votre certificat de mariage?”

“Very well then. I will skip through the rest of my speech since I bored you both already. Could the two of you please sign on your marriage certificate?

Stepping forward, the two of you were handed pens by Celine and reached down to the certificate. Signing your name on one line, Sejeong did the same and placed her own on the table.

“Now me and Celine will sign as the witnesses to your marriage.”

The two pens that were used by you and Sejeong were picked up by Celine and Michelle and quickly put to use signing on the paper. Once done, the entire room began to clap suddenly, scaring both you and Sejeong.

“Félicitations. Vous êtes maintenant mari et femme. Vous pouvez embrasser la mariée.”

“He said, “Congratulations. You are now Husband and wife. You may kiss the bride.”

Hearing those words made your heart race as the ceremony was now over. The mayor skipped over a lot of other stuff and just married the two after his long speech. Without hesitation, your hands went to your wife’s cheeks as you pulled her in for a deep kiss. The two of you kissed for a few seconds until you pulled back.

Pulling out the small box you grabbed earlier from your room. You flipped the lid open and showed her the wedding bands inside. Pulling out her box, Sejeong showed you the engagement ring you bought her a year ago. She couldn’t wear it publicly but always showed it to her closest friends. The small diamond stone in the center was just perfect according to your wife. Now she could proudly wear it as well as the band once everyone knows she was married.

Taking out her ring. Sejeong handed it to you to put on her. Lining it up with her ring finger, you pushed it forward as the circular accessory fit just perfectly around her appendage. Now that the engagement right was on, you proceeded to push the wedding band above the engagement ring. Just as with the previous accessory, it fit perfectly ok her finger.

Grabbing your wedding band, Your beloved wife did the same thing and pushed the ring around your finger. It’s official, you were her husband and she was your wife.

Giving your thanks to all of the parties involved, the two of you began to run out of the office and to the staircase. Despite taking the elevator before, your hand pulled Sejeong down the stairs visiting each floor before reaching the lobby.

As you got closer to the door, your mind told you to do something a bit stupid. With your left hand on the door, you looked back and yelled.

“I JUST MARRIED THE MOST BEAUTIFUL WOMAN IN THE WORLD. HER NAME IS KIM SEJEONG SO BACK OFF IF YOU HEAR THAT NAME!”

“Dongyul!”

Pressing on the door, you pulled Sejeong out of the building and continued to run, hearing the laughter from your betrothed. Once a bit of a distance from the town hall, you stopped running and looked at your new wife.

“So what’s the plan? Dinner? A walk?”

A smile filled Sejeong’s face as She raised her hand. From the corner of your eyes, you saw a taxi pull up next to both of you and stop. The black vehicle had its doors pinned by you, welcoming Sejeong inside.

Once the two of you were inside, your wife spoke up to the driver, directing him back to the hotel. As the Four wheels of the car began to spin, you turned towards Sejeong and gave her a confused look.

“Let’s just go back. Ignore him. Kiss me.”

Without hesitation, your hands grabbed Your wife’s face and pulled her toward your lips. No matter how many times you kissed her, it always felt like the first time with how your heart fluttered. Pushing your tongue forward, the two of you fought for dominance over who would lead. As your hands began to move from her face, a cough caught your attention from the front of the cab.

“No kiss!”

The older man seemed very angry at the action taking place in the back of his vehicle. All you could assume was that the old man had seen plenty of nasty things in there and wasn’t about to see another one take place.

“Sorry.”

A small giggle left the both of you as the man rolled his eyes. The drive continued in silence until you saw the familiar white outline of the hotel. Arriving at the entrance, you pulled out some cash and handed it to the driver. Angrily he took the cash and pointed at the door, telling you both to exit.

A bellboy at the time opened the cab door and welcomed you both outside. Going to the entrance, you and Sejeong walked hand in hand to the elevator. The entire staff continued to give you happy looks as they saw you both walk in a brand new couple. Well, newlywed couple.

After the short trek, you arrived at the door of your hotel room. Scanning the keycard, the two of you entered and arrived in the living room.

“So, my dear wife. Why did we return to our room? We still have plenty of the city to explore.”

“Well, I think in honor of our wedding day, we should keep things simple as well as revisit a memory. Do you remember our first date?”

“Of course I do. It was your first trip to Japan in 2017. The rest of your members went to sleep but we both stayed up in my room having room service and watching a movie. I was so scared of confessing that day but it turned out you felt the same.”

“Well, that’s what we will do. Let’s order room service and just watch a movie. We don’t need anything fancy to commemorate today. Well, anything else.”

“Then I’ll order some food, you put something on to watch.”

With a nod, Sejeong went and turned on the tv while you picked up the phone. After ordering various foods, you made your way to the couch and sat next to your beloved.

“I connected my phone to the tv. I didn’t manage to see last week's episode of Amazing Saturday if you don’t mind.”

“Anything you want my dear wife.”

Taking off your shoes, you laid down and pulled Sejeong on top of you. The idol stayed on top of you as her head laid on your chest. A couple of minutes went by as Sejong spoke up.

“Taeyeon Sunbae is so pretty. Do you think she has a partner?”

“Why? You want to divorce me for her already?”

“If she’s interested I wouldn't say no.”

With a laugh, you brought your head down and kissed her on the forehead. A few minutes went by as you both played along with the game the cast members were playing that episode. A sudden knock got the attention of both of you away from the tv. Pausing the episode, you both stood up and made your way to the exit.

As the wooden door opened, you saw a man with a pushcart standing there with your food. Welcoming the man inside, he proceeded to push the cart into the room. Once he arrived at the kitchen, you stopped moving the cart and gave him both a quick nod. Handing him a bit of cash, the man thanked you both and made his way out of the room.

Grabbing a few plates, you both brought the food into the living room and placed it on the table. You had a nice steak dish with Demi glazed vegetables. Sejeong had grilled salmon with stir-fried vegetables on the side. Without saying anything, the two of you dug into your meals and shared the different plates of food. As soon as one was done, you got up and went for the next in the kitchen.

After a bit, The two of you felt the after-effects of stuffing down 3 plates of food. At this point, an older episode of Amazing Saturday started playing as you both were done eating. Despite this being your wedding day, it almost felt like just a normal date.

“Dongie. Can you believe it? We’re married. I never thought this day would come.”

“We managed to keep our relationship hidden for six years now. Of course, we were ready for the next step. The only woman I want in my life is you. Screw the repercussions.”

“God I love you. Today has honestly felt like a romance movie or a dream. I don’t want to wake up if it is one.”

“This isn’t a dream. Do my lips not feel real?”

Pulling Sejeong a bit closer, you gave her lips a few quick pecks which made her smile.

“Mhmm, I might need a little more convincing this isn’t a dream.”

“How about this?”

From her lips, you began to give her cheek a few small kisses and then moved down to her neck. The constant pecks on her collar caused the idol to begin to moan out loud. With your arms, you quickly picked up your wife and began to stumble around the room. After a few small bumps, your bodies arrived in the bedroom and got next to the mattress.

Placing Sejeong down, you both pulled away from each other and stared at each other in a state of lust. No words needed to be said as you both tore each other's clothes off in a matter of seconds. As you saw the nude body of your wife, your cock began to twitch from the marvelous sight.

With a smirk on her face, Sejeong dropped to her knees and took hold of your dick. As her warm hands began to stroke your shaft, you felt her left hand wrap around your balls and play with them.

“Wow. They feel so full. Have you been waiting for our wedding night?”

“F-Fuck yes. We didn’t have time with your schedule.”

“Well. We have all night now.”

Your whole body began to shiver as Sejeong’s tongue began to move up your length. The small movements from her tongue made you anticipate what was to come. As your wife’s tongue reached the top, her lips suddenly wrapped around your tip and began to give it small sucks. As a moan left your mouth, Sejeong smirked at your response.

With each suck, your wife increased the intensity of the action. Your back hit the wall Sejeong began to move her head down on your length. Placing your hand on her head, you began to move Sejeong further down on your cock with each bob. As your beloved’s eyes met with your own, she gave you a sign to be tougher.

With a thrust, your length began to reach the back of Sejeong’s throat. Small noises left her mouth as you continued your thrusts in her mouth. Both of your wife’s hands grabbed your legs as she began to move them even farther than before. With the next thrust, Sejeong held her throat down on your length. The constricting feeling of her mouth was something that you loved.

After a few seconds, your partner pulled her head back and removed her mouth from your cock.

“Fuck Sejeong. How do you get better at this each time?”

“Practice makes perfect, but I think we should cover our bases.”

Raising her upper body, Sejeong pushed her breast together and wrapped your length in between them. Her soft skin blessed your length as Sejeong began to just move them around. With the help of the water, Your wife began to move up and down on your length.

Your wife’s tits weren’t the biggest out there but they were plenty big for a tit fuck. Your hips moved and tandem with your girl as she looked up at you again. As her hands stopped squeezing her breast she immediately grabbed some soap and rubbed it all over her chest. Going back, Sejeong smooshed your length in between her lathered tits. The soap helped the speed at which you could move your cock in between.

“Look at you, thrusting harder. What you can’t wait to cum?”

“Fuck yes, Sejeong. Please help me cum.”

“I’d hate for you to cum before the main event.”

As Sejeong began to slow her breast movement down, you began to give her a pleading look that made her smile.

“Ok. If you want to cum then cum in my mouth.”

Moving her chest away, your wife wrapped her lips around your tip once more and sucked on it. With each suck, Sejeong flicked her tongue on the end of your tip. She knew this was your weak spot. As groans began to leave your mouth, your girl gave one final flick to your tip causing you to cum. Shot after shot of your seed filled her mouth.

You weren’t sure how much time had passed after a bit But Sejeong was still sucking on your cock. Being too much, you pulled your wife off your cock and just breathed heavily. A chuckle left Sejeong’s mouth as she washed the remaining soap off her body. Once clean, your beloved turned off the water and opened the shower door. Wrapping her body in a towel she then faced you and signaled you with her finger to follow her.

Walking backward, Sejeong went into the room as you grabbed a towel and dried yourself off quickly. Once in the room, your spouse was laying on top of the bed with the towel thrown to the side.

“You got to cum early so you better return the favor. Come eat my pussy.”

Approaching your beloved, you immediately dropped to your knees and got a bit closer. The smell of lavender filled your nose as you put your lips on her thighs. With the small kisses you gave her legs, your head began moving further up.

Finally, near her entrance, your hands placed themselves on her legs and kept them wide open. The glistening look from her pussy enticed you more than you could control yourself. Just as Sejeong got ready to speak, your lips gave her pussy a small kiss.

“Come on sweetie. Don’t tease me.”

“Fine then.”

With a newfound fire in your belly, you stretched your mouth wide open and gave her lips a long lick. Pushing them open, your tongue began to move into her snatch and move all around. The moans that left your wife's mouth were music to your ears. Unwrapping your arms from her legs, you brought your hand to her pussy and pushed 2 fingers in.

Thirsting your fingers in and out, Sejeong began to moan louder as well and tense her legs a bit. Each movement of your hand was accompanied by a rapid flick of your tongue. With her pussy spread open, you eventually found her clit and moved your tongue on top of it. Your flicks started on her small nub, causing Sejeong to close her legs around your head.

“Fuck. That’s right. Keep eating my pussy. Eat your wife’s pussy.”

Somehow you found the muscle strength in your tongue and hand to increase your speed even further. With each squeeze around your head, your beloved began to jolt around. Soon Sejeong’s yells filled the room as you made one final attack on her clit.

Feeling her thighs crush your head, a rush of fluids hit your mouth as your wife finally came. Drinking all you could, your hand continued to move in and out of her snatch, overstimulating your girl. Pushing herself away from you, Sejeong continued to pant for air. Getting up from the floor, you laid yourself down next to her and gave her neck small kisses. A laugh left her mouth as she turned towards you and kissed your lips.

“Fuck that tongue of yours works wonders.”

“Probably the reason you decide to lock me down.”

With another laugh, Sejeong pulled you in for another kiss. Pushing your tongue forward, the two of you fought for dominance until your wife mounted you. Deciding to play along, your wife pushed her tongue into your mouth and began to move it all around. Moving a hand down, Sejeong’s hand took hold of your shaft and lined it up with her slit. With a lift of her hips, Sejong filled herself with your rod.

A grunt left your mouth as your wife moaned. Moving her hips in a circular motion, Sejong began to grind on your cock, filling the two of you with pleasure. Moving your hands down to her hips, you began to help Sejeong with her movements as your eyes basked in the sight of her breasts.

“Come on dear. Suck on my tits. These are all yours.”

With that invitation, your mouth went to her right breast and wrapped her erect nipple In your mouth. Starting to suck on her breast, Sejeong’s moans began to increase. The grinding from your wife’s hips increased as her slick began to leak down her legs.

“Fuck. H-How am I going to cum already again?”

You weren’t about to question it as you began to pick your beloved's body up and slam her down on your cock. The thrusts into her cunt mixed with the grinding and sucking on her nipple began to overwhelm Sejeong.

“J-Just a little more. Please, Sweetie.”

You weren’t about to disappoint your wife, so pulling the two of your flat on the bed, you began to trust your cock into her snatch and move as fast as you could. Despite not being able to grind anymore, your constant filling of her pussy pleasured your wife just as much. Raising one hand, you quickly gave her left breast a slap which caused Sejeong to scream.

Continuing the actions, your wife moaned louder and louder until you gave her tit a final slap. This helps your wife reach her peak and let her juices all over the bed. You already played with Sejeong before, so you stopped your thrusts and laid your wife on your chest. The act which the two of you were doing could be seen as nasty but between newlyweds, it was almost beautiful.

Hoping off your dick, Sejeong looked at you and smirked.

“You get to cum now. How do you want me, dear husband?”

Flipping your woman on her back, you split her legs open once more and put your length near her folds.

“I want to look into my wife’s eyes while I continue to fuck her.”

A smile filled her face as she got ready. Pushing in, your length was quickly enveloped by the warmth that was Sejeong’s snatch. Moving your hips slowly, your rod exited and entered your wife. The small thrusts you were giving Your beloved were interrupted by a sudden smack to your ass.

A giggle came from Sejeong as she began to pull you down closer. As her mouth got near your ear, she began to speak.

“I told you to fuck me so you can cum. So don’t give me some little shove into me. Shove that cock deep into my walls.”

With a hand on each side of her waist, you raised the strength and speed at which you fucked her. Back and forth your dick went in and out of her tunnel. Raising her upper body, Sejeong pulled you in for a kiss, battling for control once more. Despite surrendering before, you were now in control.

Your tongue pushed hers back and swirled all around her mouth. Despite losing the battle with her mouth, Sejeong was happy and began to match your thrusts. As your rod exited her pussy, your wife pulled back and slammed down hard as you entered her once more.

Having been fucking your wife for a little bit now, your cock was already aching for release. Sejeong must have noticed this as she gave you a smirk. A constricting feeling quickly enveloped your length as she tensed the muscles in her snatch. Continuing this action, your peak got closer and closer until you knew you would explode. You need to pull out.

“S-Sejeong. I’m gonna cum.”

“Well then. Here’s your wedding gift.”

With her legs, Sejeong wrapped them around your waist and surprised you.

“Cum in your wife. Give her a nice big creampie

You knew Sejeong wasn’t on birth control but your human instincts took over as you gave one final thrust into Sejeong. Your cock quickly began to throb inside your beloved and fill her open womb with your seed. This was your first time cuming in Sejeong, and it was the best feeling ever.

After a few seconds, your cock stopped shooting your loads in her. Dropping down on top of Sejeong, you finally took this chance to relax after your sex session with Sejeong. Laying there with your wife, you finally were hit with it all. You’re married to Kim Sejeong and she was yours forever now.

With a kiss, you both propped yourselves up and looked at each other.

“I can’t believe this happened. I’m married to the greatest man on earth.”

“And I married one of the hottest girls in South Korea.”

A smack to the back of the head made you laugh as you both just thought about everything.

“God. I might lose my job huh.”

“No, you won’t. We got a few weeks to figure out what we are going to say. Let’s just enjoy our trip.”

A peck on the lips distracted you as your wife then stood up. Grabbing a bottle of champagne that was in the corner, Sejeong walked towards the couch and opened it. Your wife then surprised you as she poured some champagne on her chest and signaled you to come over.

It was going to be a long night.

Six weeks passed and you found yourself in the jellyfish conference room. At your side, Sejeong was holding your hand that was shaking. As the door opened, the two of you stood up and bowed toward the executives. As they each took a seat, the two of you stood standing until the CEO spoke up.

“Ok, so we are here. What was so urgent you needed to tell everyone in the company?”

“Well, Sir. Sejeong and I would like to inform the company that we are in a relationship.”

The silence was nerve-wracking as they just stared at you. A laugh from the CEO filled the room as he shook his head no.

“That is not permitted. Consider yourself fired and end it.”

Before you could get another word out, Sejeong spoke first.

“I’m afraid that’s not possible as Dongyul and myself are married. Here is a copy of the marriage certificate.”

The man’s laughter left as he stood up and walked over angrily. Grabbing the paper the man looked it over and then stared at the two of you.

“When the fuck did this happen?”

“In Paris sir. We love each other and decided we want to spend our lives with each other.”

The room felt tense as the need just hit everyone.

“I also have something else to say. Dongyul I was hiding this but I want to tell you I’m pregnant.”

The old man in front of you nearly fainted hearing this final part of the news. You immediately took Sejeong into your arms and picked her up. As you spun her around you were quickly reminded where you were and stopped.

“Dongyul will stay as my manager. I will not leave my husband and I will stay happy with my new family on the way. Let’s face it, I’m the money maker for this company and I will leave if you try anything in my relationship.”

The executives all agreed on the spot as the CEO just sat down defeated. They all knew she was the money maker and weren’t going to argue.

With a final nod of approval from the CEO, the two of you ran out of the room and got into the closest elevator. Taking her back into your arms, you have Sejeong a kiss and placed your hand on her stomach.

“So we are going to get a little one?”

“Yeah. Sorry to spring that on you but I figured that would be the best way for you to keep your job.”

“I don’t care. I’m just happy you’re mine forever.”

Kissing her once more, a sudden ding brought you back to your senses. The doors opened on some empty floor and your wife stepped off the elevator.

“You gonna stay there or are you gonna come fuck me in the closest room.”

You didn’t have to be told twice. This was your life now. Married to the woman of your dreams with a little one on the way. It was perfect.

A/N 2- Not my best work in the smut but I wanted to post something since its been a while. Thank you for reading.

#smut #female idol smut #kpopsmut #sejeongsmut

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