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konigschitzo0 · 1 year ago

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Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 1.5)

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Hey Hey! I am back with the next part so y'all can finally meet Konig and not just have me talk about Horangi the whole time…also I'm thinking of an official name for this fic bc it's about to get real. ♡ ♡ ♡

Part one Here!!

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

Contains. Fingering going 100mph with Konig… while on the phone with Horangi, other than that the story continues! Fluff, Smut, Enemies to Lovers?, Sugar Daddy Konig, Motorcycle Horangi, Konig Dom, Sex eventually, Multiple men, more motorcycles…

I guess this is an AU.

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You pick a register and begin scanning items for customers. You wish someone could come take you away from all this. Wait. What did you mean by I can fix that? IS KONIG GOING TO BE WEARING A MASK to the restaurant? You must be going out with a total creep! You continue thinking about the tone you texted him, were you too blunt? You told a stranger your place of work! A million thoughts are swarming through your head as each boring customer interaction goes by. Hello, have a nice day yada yada… start stocking some shelves… work work. Is this shift really 11 hours…?

Waving goodbye to your coworkers, 11 hours had finally passed. You head to the bathroom to look at yourself in the mirror you really need some princess treatment you’re looking exhausted! You sigh to yourself preparing for the long night ahead of you… why did you choose a date when you could’ve been with Horangi?! You splash water in your face and storm out of the bathroom, grabbing your helmet on the way out. When you finally leave work it is dark outside, you check your phone.

I am outside, In the Milan Red. You read from Konig.

What the fuck is a Milan Red? When you begin to look around you notice it. A sports car, one you've never seen before. You were never really a car girl always more into motorcycles but you knew it had to be expensive. It revs, and you get a little rush in your heart. He steps out of the car. Konig. You expect something nice; Konig is put together but he's wearing boots, jeans, a black hoodie, and finally the classic mask. He dressed casually for you. Well, at least you recognized him. He’s tall and muscular but you knew that. You had already imagined his body. Is that a hand tattoo? You don’t remember that from the Tinder photos, You must have been too focused on his eyes. You are already imagining what other muscles and tattoos he could be hiding. You want to learn more about him. He’s walking towards you…do not panic. He's not scary, just big. When he gets close to you, you look up at him, and he towers over you. He towers over everybody. You admire those eyes in person for only a second trying to peek at anything you could to get a read on his face. Was he handsome too?? He reached his hand out gesturing to you to take it, “Hallo hübsche, would you like to go for a ride? It’s a beautiful display of Austrian engineering, meinst du nicht?” You're speechless but not at the car at his beauty and the accent it's just so unreal. You shutter and grab his hand. He begins walking you closer to his car. “What are your thoughts on the mall?” He asks abruptly. Clearly trying to gauge your reaction. “I like it.” you reply unsure. You haven't made a trip to the mall since you were a kid especially since you don't have extra money to spend. “Okay, let's go together then.” He says already opening the car door and leading you into the passenger seat. You hardly have time to disagree, he shuts the door and enters the driver's side. His large body only just perfectly fit in his leaned-back seat. You can only see through the holes of the mask, but you don’t wanna ask him about it just yet. He shifts the car into drive and takes off. Before you could speak. “So you ride a motorcycle, ja? I didn't see one in the parking lot...” He asks nosily. You look down at the helmet you forgot was even there. You try to play nice, “Uh..my friend does.” “Does he now? Is it fast?” He smirks and practically laughs at you. “It's a 650cc.” You reply. His eyes focused on the road he only chuckles to himself, you wonder what's so funny but brush it off to avoid any follow-up questions about your situationship. He gets onto the highway and the speed is picking up on the Milan it seems he is trying to impress you by going fast but he's only up to 100mph and Horangi has already taken you faster…your phone is ringing. “Are you going to answer it?” Konig looks at you. You go to decline it. You're busy after all. Konig looks at you with a more serious expression quickly grabbing your thigh, you jump but he begins rubbing it to comfort you. Eyes still on the road. “Answer it, Mein Liebling. On speaker. Now.” You can't help but do what he says. The speed of the car, his sternness, his grip on you. You answer.

“Hello.” You say. “Hello, do you need a ride back home beautiful? I am already on my way.” Horangi speaks out in a joyful tone. You love his voice almost as much as the masked Austrian mans you just met. “No Hong-jin, a friend picked me up. Thank you.” You say looking at Konig to see his reaction. Konigs begins to slip his fingers up your thighs and over your clit, and he begins firmly rubbing you over your pants. “Oh, alright then. I'll miss you, maybe we can ride when you get back?” He immediately doesn’t believe you, he sounds so disappointed. You love riding on his motorcycle, especially at night the disappointment is mutual. You moan a little and catch another glimpse at Konig the car is at 125; he mouths. “Say no.” He rubs not harder but better. Making moans escape you more. “Nngh no s-sorry, H-Horangi..not tonight.” You try not to say much but the excitement got to you. You accidentally called him Horangi to his face! “Oh, so I am Horangi now? That's fine with me.” You can hear him smile as he says it, despite circumstance. He is just so perfect, he likes when you call him his nickname. You blush at the thought. You look down and watch as Konig's tattooed hand begins to slip inside the top of your pants, down lower until it’s over your dripping slit, and he immediately thrusts his two fingers into you when he feels you open for him. He bites his lip in enjoyment you can tell he likes the thrill of teasing you. He begins moving his fingers. His large hands practically rub your clit at the same time while he fingers you. To be honest you could kinda get used to this. The speed of the car was making your heart pump even faster, making the feeling all more intense. Was he getting off too? You look down and his cock is hard. Was he actually jealous of Horangi or did he just likes feeling your insides…. You can see the outline in his jeans practically begging for a blow job… you whine again. It's getting hard to hold back. “Hello.” Horangi’s voice speaks through the phone again. The neighbor you have a crush on has been listening to you moan in Konigs car!!! You hang up!! Flustered! Konig laughs, “Horangi is your friend huh? Do you think he caught us?” DEFINITELY The car slows down and begins to cruise at 60. You try to catch your breath. “Do you want to cum, mien schatz?” You desperately nod yes, and you grab his wrist. Even though you shouldn't take this any further if you want to be with Horangi and his motorcycle so bad! Konig slowly removes his fingers. He’s edging you…“Not yet our date is going to last all night y’know. I wouldn’t wanna waste it. Ich will dich schmecken.” You whine in disbelief. The car slows down more. Even takes a few turns and you squirm in your seat with each bump. Konig smiles. You look up, you're at the mall. “Let’s have some more fun?? Ich werde die ganze Zeit mit dir spielen, Süße.” Konig says. The german he is speaking is getting harder for your basic understanding. Did he say play?

#SORRY I TEASE! YALL NOT CUMMING SO EASY!#konig #sugar daddy konig #modern warfare fanfiction #horangi x reader #konig x reader #konig x you #konig mw2 #call of duty fanfic #call of duty #motorcycle fanfic #horangi #mw2 fanfiction #EAT DOOO DOOO AND PUT SOME SHIT IN MY ASKS ABOUT MOTORCYCLES OR DIE!

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konigschitzo · 1 year ago

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Sugar Daddy Konig (Part 2-Reuploaded)

Part one Here!!

Konig x Fem!reader + Horangi x Fem!reader…Adding more COD characters in future parts >ᴗ< Reader is going to be fucking around, they fight over you!!

MDNI!! 18+

I guess this is an AU.

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I am outside, In the Milan Red. You read from Konig.

NEXT PART

#konig #horangi #sugar daddy konig #call of duty fanfiction #call of duty au #motorcycle fanfiction #cod mw2 #konig x you #konig x reader #kim horangi hong jin #horangi x you #horangi x reader

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misty-moth · 11 months ago

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arthur 12, 18, 23 for the character ask game 💕💞

Arthuuur (♡ヮ♡) thank you for the ask 🥹

12: A headcanon I have for him:

“I only like my coffee black.” I think that will change in due time.

Now don’t get me wrong, I think he loves it and it’s his favorite in the story. And maybe it always will be. But this man is living in the 1900s where he’s only dealt with the possible additions of cream and sugar. I also opt for plain black coffee when those are my only options 🤷‍♀️ (he’s also getting the fanciest coffee, courtesy of daddy Comte’s wallet)

But he also loves fudge, which hints at a sweet-tooth. I can see him loving creamer once better flavors start popping up, and different types of spices and brewing styles.

My guess? He’ll grow very fond of dark chocolate mochas that aren’t too sweet. Maybe pistachio, too… Just enough sweetness to keep the coffee flavor at the forefront.

18: A relationship they have in canon with another character that you admire.

Arthur and Newt’s relationship makes my heart smile. I know Arthur is a lil shit to Newt, but I feel like Newt needs it. Arthur reads people like a book, and has stopped teasing in its tracks in some routes when he notices true discomfort. He also knows how to deal with a contrarian.

And I think Arthur is so much happier having a friend who’s a bit… purer, I guess? Idk if that’s the right term, but all of their conversations are light and fluffy. Arthur is wary of purity, and yet Newt snuck his way in. Vincent would bring that kind of friendship, too, but angel man has a guard dog 😭

23: Favorite picture of this character:

Cheesin’ Arthur 😭😭😭

Look at him! Look at him! I’ve been losing my mind over this pic from the moment I saw it. The cute aggression is unreal (Honorable mention to hotdog Newt for being my favorite cg before this)

Ask game post

#tick tock it’s loving arthur o’clock #thank you again for the ask #🥹#ikemen arthur #ikevamp arthur

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chromotps · 11 months ago

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h-hey so. I saw your tweet? from such a long time ago (eh no I think it was october) that was about cora/law and something something basically law being soooo much into cora and sick of waiting in general (can I also mention here. the 1975 - fallingforyou and especially the /you said some day we might, when i’m closer to your height/ line) so uhhhhh what about. a cora lives AU when they reunite once law becomes a warlord (also don’t tell me the 100 hearts weren’t meant for cora) and cora has been somehow found and brought back to life by the marines??? but kept hidden from public information for as long as doflamingo was running loose and rampant. but after dressrosa it’s no longer important and anyway they meet again and it’s all. reserved and polite and cora is just happy to see law all grown up and how much influence and power he has etc etc meanwhile law. keeps inviting him to the most high-end/expensive restaurants. buys him the most expensive wine. gets him heart-themed jewelry. the finest silk shirts/scarves. some rare types of tobacco. basically like a reverse sugar daddy thing except it’s law who absolutely spoils cora except cora doesn’t really have any idea what to do with it? bc law just says it’s bc cora took care of him all these years ago and now law wants to reciprocate. except he’s. way too invested in this/there’s something else in his eyes when he looks at cora, instead of just gratitude. IDK IM JUST. they’re such a weird ship to me bc i can’t stomach it at all in any other form than Cora lives AU and they meet as adults + the age diff/dynamic remains kinds the same (master/protegee? sorta) + law is just so fucking into him it’s unreal. bc hes spent so much time thinking about Cora? growing up? much longer than he had actually known him. so he kind of became something mystical in his mind, so when he finally meets him in flesh again? law can’t really deal with whatever he’s feeling toward him except it’s a whole fucking lot. again idk even what I wanted to say through this it’s just back to that tweet - yes I also think it’s a shame there isn’t more coralaw where law is the one leading the relationship/courting cora (or. domming him. like you said) and generally being lowkey obsessed about him. thanks lmfao and bye

HJGSFGSDjgdfshj first off this ask made my day... is there anything like the internet to bring together two fans of a very niche and specific dynamic ANYWAY

GOSH I do love the idea of Law spoiling Cora, especially bc like, from what we saw Cora went from a life of luxury in his youth, to one of struggle and then eventually medium-ish comfort, and was happy to throw it all away again for Law when they went on the run. So it's like, now Law can give that all back to Cora easily and I'd even sort of read it a bit as Law subconsciously trying to show how he's not just some little kid anymore so let him sleep with you Corazon, look, you think a guy who gives you this many silk shirts doesn't know how to show you a good time

Cora getting a little overwhelmed when the gifts and meals start being sprinkled with signs of courting... like, a brush of a hand or Law bringing them somewhere secluded on a walk and carefully getting into Cora's space. Asking Cora to be his +1 to big fancy dinners and escorting him around with a hand on his back ahahaHA

Cora can't deny that Law is just like, a dream guy, but he's gonna need a little extra push to let go of that sense of propriety saying that "they really shouldn't do this"

I tried responding to some other parts of the ask but it got really long and sort of turned into me just rambling about lawcora, so... i separated it all from here 😂

GOSH the 100 hearts being for Cora... another hopelessly romantic tribute from Law, the most Extra Adult-ass Emo walking around. It's exactly like you said, that's one of my favorite things about Law around Cora--the depth of his emotion... we know Law had this deep capacity for hatred when they first met—he was just this well of resentment and anger, even as a kid. But after seeing just how far Cora would go for him, that intensity got completely redirected into love (or "low-key obsession" haha—the naming his pirate crew after Cora and modeling his coat and tattoos after him). It's especially wild considering how "reserved" Law is around others, I guess? Like, he wants everyone around him to Stop Being So Ridiculous, but I feel like with Cora he would just want more and more, to draw out bigger and bigger reactions from him and encourage Cora to screw convention and run off with him. bc in his head they're all that really matter...? he's an all-or-nothing kind of guy!! I guess

And yeeeeah on Cora's side, it's definitely a difficult ship to pin down. I'm kind of like you, really picky about how I'd want it to play out... Part of me doesn't want Cora to be completely oblivious, and I don't love when people strip out how much of a badass/tough/discerning guy he is (though I do love the klutzy, naive-ish side of him). I don't know......... I think I like how I laid it out in the tweet, where Law has always sort of harbored feelings for Cora in the form of puppy love that transformed into an all-consuming fixation. Then it's just a matter of Cora finding out about it, denying those feelings (but the reason changes from "I couldn't see Law that way!!" to "he couldn't really feel that way about me/he could find someone more 'his equal' (in age? status? what excuses are you making Cora??)" over time. And at that point, when Law knows Cora wants him just as bad but is holding back from it, he just snaps. 😂

If they really did have just one long separation, and then a sudden reunion, I like the idea of Law re-learning who Cora really is... Like, he has faded memories of Cora's bravery and goofiness and weird little habits, but he wasn't prepared to meet him again and only end up liking him MORE. He learns about what Cora went through as a kid/in Doffy's shadow, and seeing how he still stayed so kind and brave just makes Law wilder than ever about him lmao!!

#lawcora #coralaw #meta #hahahahahahahaha #look if i see a ship that's not just intensely devoted to each other but WEIRD about it #i'll probably like it #like... the fact that in canon their plan was to just say 'screw everyone else you're all that matters' and run off together #THAT was their happy ending #i love it #also i didn't get into it here but I like thinking about the specific things they grow to like about each other #Law liking Cora's deeeeep capacity to empathize with others but also his grit and competence #Cora liking Law's enduring kindness—where he knew law was so angry as a kid specifically because law must have Cared so much #and just being generally enamored with how that goodness stays in place #even when Law matures/is smarter or stronger than the people around him #which is interestingly the exact opposite of Doffy haha #GOSH this turned into a manifesto OOPS #i will stop now

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oooohno · 2 years ago

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Ship your moots with a character they never did/ they only once mentioned

OH 😈 This got super long so I’m sorry lmao

@kuroosdarling - Taro Kabakura from wotakoi for sure! He’s a scorpio & he would definitely keep you on your toes & annoy the shit out of you in public only to cling to you like a baby koala once you’re home heheh. Or Guren Ichinose he’s so sexy & so insufferable too! Would definitely be an excellent banter partner but he’s so loyal & committed! Like once you’re together that’s it, he’s ready to propose & grow old together.

@ohtokki - Yuyeon Na from romance 101. He’d play games with you & try to be the best boyfriend ever! He’d love to take you to arcades or do other fun things together so you can share your interests & passion for things. Or Hirutaka Nifuji from wotakoi!!! He loves gaming too & although he doesn’t always show his affection outright he feels very deeply & once he’s comfortable around you he’d definitely be a lot more open about his love for you. Would definitely give you the world if you asked him to! Also he’s afraid of thunderstorms & just imagine you both curling up under a biiiig fluffy blanket to settle his nerves 🥺

@1812p4n - Kakashi Hatake from Naruto. He gives me slight Teppei vibes bc he’s always there for his friends & teammates & would do anything for them and you. But sometimes he just talks absolute nonsense lmao. I think he’d help you grow too, push you a little to try out new things but would never outright pressure you. He’s also an avid reader (although his choice in boobs is questionable lmao). Or Kirishima from bnha! He’d be such a sweet bf & would always be there for you & try to lessen your stress & the weight you feel you have to carry with you through life. He’s such a golden retriever bf & I know he’d do everything to make you happy <3

@134340am - Mitsuya from Tokyo Revengers, he’s such a gentleman & he can design & sew you really pretty clothes 🥺 he’s also super attentive & always there for you! He would love to take you on beach dates or get you pastries & fancy drinky drinks before your lectures & would love to do pamper nights with you. You two would be the prettiest couple around & that makes me swoon!! All in all he gives househusband vibes & that’s the best vibe ever & you only deserve the best.

@kyopmi - Odanna from Kakuriyo no Yadomeshi. He has a very calm & gentle personality & would take care of you in every way. He’s a demon ogre & verrrrrry handsome in an elegant way but he’s super strong & would protect you with his life. Also he’d love to take you on fun adventures through the demon realm & buy you as many pretty things as you’d like. Also loves to call you his wife <33333 ‘sorry can’t do that I’m taking my wife on a date’. Or if Ogre’s are not your thing then Tadashi Kikuchi from Skate the infinity! Very pretty, very gentle, very much a soft lover with a resting bitch face (Omi Omi coded if you will, just a smidge more soft looking)

@yuutakittie - oooooh me thinks Iruka Umino! He’s warm & friendly & would definitely give you the world! He’d be a sturdy reliable shoulder to lean on & would always try to cheer you on or at least try to support you in very way! Or Tanjiro Kamado from demon slayer! He’s so husband shaped it’s unreal! Also slight Yuuta vibes bc they both would fret over you & your well-being 24/7 <3

@mattsunkawa - Kosuke Wakamatsu from Kuroko no basket, he’s a bit abrasive & loud but he cares very deeply & hates any form of disrespect & injustice. He looks out for others & steps in to help others stand up for themselves. I think he’d definitely be a great bf & would do anything for you + protect you at all costs! He’s like a German shepherd bf that only calms down when it’s you who tells him to cool it lmao.

@andypantsx3 - Daisuke Kambe from Balance Unlimited. He’s a little shit with lots of money to spend and a big heart, it gives sugar-daddy shouto vibes. No more explanation needed. Or James Moriarty from Yukoku no Moriarty, he’s a genius with little shit vibes & an interesting moral compass (let’s just kill the bad guys vibes hehe). Would definitely love to tease & play games with you. But once enough is enough he’s very serious about your relationship & would actually do anything & everything for you.

@strawberrystepmom - Kojiro Nanjo or Joe from Skate the infinity. Great boobs what more is there to say? Also he’s a chef!!! So you could both feed each other so well!!! And he can do super cool tricks on a skateboard & he has a warm & cuddly personality. Sounds like a heartthrob to me <333

@heich0e - Yukio Kasamatsu from Kuroko no basket, he gives Iwaizumi vibes & I’m a dedicated Liv x Iwa shipper <3 or if we’re going for the more ‘wet-pathetic-kitten’ blorbo then I’d say Yato from Noragami. He’s an almost forgotten God & essentially homeless or shrineless (at least in the beginning), so he’d definitely show up unannounced, make himself feel at home & then raid your fridge <3

@burnishedcrown - Tomoe from Kamisama Kiss. This is a shot in the dark but from looking at your blorbo list I think he could fit in there too. He looks super grumpy & will use every opportunity to complain but he’d bend over backwards if it guarantees your happiness. He cooks, he cleans, he gives great gifts & he’s dedicated to his partner aka you

#match the moots <3 #anon.ask #I hope I didn’t offend anyone with my choices but honestly I’d jump every single character on this list myself sooooo #this was so fun to think about but maaaan did it take long lmao #also I wasn’t comfortable doing all my moots bc some of them I just don’t know well enough + I’m shy lmao

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crowtongued · 1 year ago

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For muns with multiple muses, past and present, on any blog.

Rules: Fill out the form according to which muse suits each title best. (The same muse can have multiple titles.) Re-post and tag. Feel free to add more!

Favorite Muse: Alekt, Spy, Gyr, Protem, Kytes, Lavi

Most Character Development: Kytes, by far. He's had so much development ever since I started playing him with Rune (@eiinn-ulfr's OC) that its almost unreal. He's completely taken over the muse space lol

Trash Muse: Havoc (another OC). No question. Fuck that guy and his stupid egg beater.

The Meme-Lord: Lavi, probably. Also Spy and Gyr, especially when they're together.

Most Likely to Start a War: Havoc. Personality-wise, Kytes or Spy, since both are pretty fighty. But seeing as Alekt kind of canonically did start a war, actually Alekt lmfao As well as another OC, Altius

Worst Personality: Havoc. Literally the worst. Piece of shit. Bad dog.

Best Singer: Spy, for sure. Its not necessarily that she has the best voice, but she does have the most passion.

Most Attractive Muse: I guess it depends on how you look at it. Alekt is most attractive when it comes to looking refined and high-class. Spy is all about flashy rebel goth-punk fashion. Gyr if you like the rugged mountain-man look. Kytes if you like scars and someone who looks kind of young and unassuming but will tear you a new asshole if you look at him wrong.

Biggest Heart: Kytes. He might only give his heart away to a few select people but he's ride-or-die when he does. Spy is a close second.

Falls in Love Quickest: Kytes, even though most won't see it

Most Likely to Drop Their Phone in the Toilet: Kytes and Spy

Ice Ruler: Alekt

The Edgelord: Faulklin (OC), but I don't write him much these days. He practically invented edgelord.

Most Tragic Backstory: Kytes, by a long shot.

Best Case of Puberty: Probably Gyr considering the bitch is like 6'7" and ended up being taller than most adults.

Most Awkward: Kytes. He's painfully shy and doesn't really know how to be around other people.

Busy Bee: Alekt. Total workaholic.

Most Clueless: Kytes, on account of his history and memory problems.

Most Likely to Forget Their Wallet at Home: Kytes. Memory problems. Its fine though because he has his sugar-daddy Rune (@eiinn-ulfr).

Best Dressed: Alekt and Spy.

Biggest Flirt: Lavi, big time. He a hoe.

Most Dramatic: Lavi, Spy, Kytes, in that order.

Least Likely to Show Up Late: Alekt. Protem would argue he's always on time, according to Fate.

One with Weirdest Habit: Kytes. We don't talk about it.

Most Likely to Be Caught at the Gym: Spy, Gyr, Alekt, Lavi

Tagged by: @starsburned

Tagging: @starsburned since its been a hot minute, @eiinn-ulfr, @corruptiongifted / @zcitgcistcr, @theircurse, @crownshattered, @adenial, @drownedwar or steal it.

#Tagged #*jazz hands @ finally actually doing something over here n answering shit*

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moon-language-0 · 5 months ago

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His first mistake had been inviting Steve to go for a swim down on his private beach. It had been such a hot afternoon, though, and it was Steve’s first time in California and the guy still hadn’t swam in the Pacific Ocean yet, so it seemed like the logical thing to do…

His second mistake wasn’t offering to loan Steve a pair of swim trunks when he’d realized that he’d forgotten to pack any; no, that in itself wasn’t anything other than showing basic hospitality. His second mistake had been catching sight of those little blue trunks and wondering what Steve would look like in those, then saying to him, “I’ve got these, but they’re a size Medium… not sure they’re gonna fit…”

Only for Steve—being the ever-obliging, good sport that he is—to reply, “No problem; they stretch, don’t they?”

(Yeah, they stretched, alright. God, did they stretch.)

Of course, Tony only realized what a terrible mistake he’d made when Steve stepped out of the guest bathroom, wearing nothing but those criminally tight-fitting blue trunks—so tight and small on him that they looked like a speedo designed for perverts—ineffectively trying to tug the edges into some semblance of modesty and looking a little sheepish in that ridiculously charming way.

“I, uh, might have something else in here,” Tony thickly managed, gesturing toward the chest of drawers that was mostly full of mis-matched bikini parts left behind by nameless guests over the years.

“Don’t worry about it,” Steve had smiled. “This is fine.”

It was definitely not fine.

(smut behind the cut!)

Tony had brought a book with him down to the water, pretending as if he was content to lie on his towel and read for a bit while Steve went in for a swim. The truth was that he needed to put some space between himself and the gorgeous near-naked supersoldier, whose perfect physique was distracting enough without noticing the substantial package he was clearly sporting beneath that barely-there swimsuit. But Tony had definitely noticed, and the thought of seeing Steve dripping wet in that little getup was leading his imagination into some pretty dangerous territory, hence his need to hide behind the book he’d hastily swiped from his shelf.

Had Steve seemed disappointed that Tony didn’t want to swim with him? He couldn’t be quite sure. He couldn’t be sure of anything just then, since the sight of Steve’s backside in those teeny tiny trunks as he walked down to the water was taking up way too much space in Tony’s brain while he watched the younger man go, getting unaccountably aroused just from looking at him.

There were pale, attractive tan lines (that had resulted from much better-fitting shorts) on Steve’s flawless skin that the trunks did nothing to conceal, and Tony found himself almost as fixated on those as he was by the sight of that completely bodacious ass moving beneath the taut blue material as Steve made his way across the sand. Fuck, he was gorgeous. Beyond gorgeous. As much as Tony’s horny mind wanted to imagine Steve as some hot, young hunk debuting in the porno of his dreams— in which the beautiful blonde ingénue can’t wait to get down and dirty with the attractive sugar daddy on his private beach— Steve was so good-looking that he transcended the kinds of lecherous fantasies that Tony’s dirty mind kept trying to reduce him to. As he waded out into the water, diving below for a moment before popping back up and slicking back his blonde hair, Steve just seemed completely unreal; more gorgeous than any man had any right to be; something too good to be true.

It was no wonder that Tony wanted him so bad. It wasn’t much different than that impulse he’d get whenever he saw a truly magnificently-built car that was equal parts stunning beauty and formidable horsepower: he wanted to ride it— hard and fast— make it show him what it was made of.

He was sure that if Rogers had been into that sort of thing, he’d have gotten him purring underneath him in no time, too. But Rogers wasn’t a shiny new sports car, and he almost certainly wasn’t down for any homosexual shenanigans on Tony’s beach.

Which was such a fucking pity.

Tony consoled himself by reaching for the tanning oil, giving himself a thorough rub-down now that Steve was off on a long swim down the coastline, moving so powerfully through the mostly-placid water that he was already getting too far away to ogle anymore.

It should’ve meant that Tony’s libido could chill out for awhile, but Tony didn’t work like that. Not when he had all that hot, fresh Steve Rogers mental material to work with.

The fantasy had started innocently enough; Steve would ask Tony to rub some of his tanning oil onto him as Tony happily obliged, straddling the younger man’s thighs as he worked his hands up and down that beautifully-sculpted back, his touch igniting sensations in Steve that would soon have him moaning into his towel and telling Tony how good his hands felt, begging him for more.

As Tony’s greased-up hand rubbed slowly over his own chest, eyes closed as he imagined how hot it would be to hear Steve begging for his touch, he let out a groan as he thumbed at his own nipple, feeling his cock tenting his trunks as his fantasy escalated further.

Steve would be so desperate for it as Tony worked his hands down over the backs of Steve’s thick, muscular thighs; so desperate that—when Tony finally slid a hand underneath the edge of those tight little trunks and stroked hard and firm against that perky little ass, Steve would moan so tellingly that Tony would know without a doubt that he could tug those trunks down right then and there, and Steve would be grateful for it.

Without meaning to, Tony had somehow gotten himself so hard that he was actually leaking into his heavily-tented swim trunks as he cursed and scanned the horizon, trying to figure out how far away Steve had gone.

He couldn’t even see the guy anymore. For all he knew, Steve could’ve swam around the pier and gotten halfway to the point by now…

Which meant that Tony would be alone for awhile…

He had to do something about the weapons-grade boner in his trunks before Steve came back, since that thing didn’t seem like it would be deflating on its own anytime soon.

Before he could overthink it— getting off even more on the surprisingly illicit thrill of jerking off in a semi-public space while Steve was out there somewhere— Tony slid an oil-slicked hand beneath his waistband and groaned at the satisfaction of all that warm, tight pressure surrounding his needy hard-on.

He let his mind drift back to the previous scenario, imagining how good it would feel to just slip right into that beautiful bare ass while Steve whined out his name, desperate for Tony to pound him into the sand, punishing his ass for teasing him with that skimpy little outfit.

God, that would be amazing – fucking Captain America right in his tight, perfect little ass, right there on the beach, while he moaned like the prettiest slut Tony had ever had, eagerly giving it up for Tony to use however he pleased…

As he got himself more and more worked up by the crude fantasy, Tony rolled over onto his stomach and tried humping into the sand through his oversized towel as he stifled a moan against it, delirious from the hotness of his fantasy. When the towel beneath him didn’t provide the kind of resistance he was desperate for, he hastily shoved at the sand through the towel, gathering up a big mound of it and packing it together tightly with the towel, until he’d formed a shape that could roughly serve as a model of Steve’s butt for him to rut against through his trunks as he gave in to the dictates of his lust-addled mind and body.

Shit— that was so good!!

Tony didn’t even care that he was moments away from coming in his trunks, since he could simply sprint down to the water afterwards for a post-masturbatory soak, letting the sea wash away any evidence of what he’d been up to while Steve was off putting olympic swimmers to shame. He was too far-gone now to care about impropriety, or about the potentially awkward aftermath of letting himself jerk off to an explicit sexual fantasy involving his much younger team captain. There was no room in his brain for worrying about that sort of thing. Not when there was a mound of sand beneath his towel that felt close enough to a supersoldier’s ass to drive his dick wild as he ground down into it, pretending that he could have something that he could never actually have, no matter how much he wanted it…

He was so out of his mind with arousal that he almost thought that the sound that he heard was his own blood rushing in his ears as it got louder and louder, until another sound beneath it barely managed to catch his attention—

—it was the sound of heavy breathing, and that steady rhythm wasn’t his own blood; it was the muted but distinct sound of heavy footfalls jogging across the sand.

Tony went still, swallowing thickly and turning his head away as he awkwardly tried to position his body into something that looked more or less natural enough to pass as a “lounging” posture (rather than an “oops I was actually just humping the sand while pretending it was your butt” posture).

Steve sounded somewhat winded as he slowed down in his jog, calling out, “Whew! Made it all the way to the pier!”

Still turned away from Steve, Tony’s wide eyes darted about as he tried to think of what he could possibly do in this situation to play it cool without letting Steve figure out what had been going on.

“It was pretty busy out there,” Steve mentioned, sounding closer now as he rifled through his backpack for the water bottle he’d brought, gulping down what sounded like half of it before gasping out, “...dunno if anyone recognized me… I decided to jog back along the shoreline – probably ran too fast for anyone to get a good look anyway.”

“‘S good,” Tony murmured, his voice coming out a bit rough.

“...What’s going on? You okay?” Steve asked, because of course he knew something was up.

“Mmhmm,” Tony lied, turning his head around to try to reassure Steve with what must’ve been an unconvincing expression.

Steve frowned at him, saying, “...You sure? Why does your face look all… red, and puffy?”

Goddamn it.

“Leg cramp,” Tony offered, “...just trying to stretch it out. Low potassium, probably.”

“Oh,” Steve blinked. “Did you go in the water?”

“...Not yet,” Tony demurred, pushing himself up a little on his forearms and muttering. “My body doesn’t need a reason to cramp up on me. We can’t all be as young and spry as you, okay?”

“...Okay…” Steve allowed, still giving Tony an odd look, but apparently accepting the explanation easily enough, thank god.

After laying out his own towel right next to Tony’s— way too close by, in Tony’s nerve-wracked opinion— Steve stretched out next to him, exhaling with satisfaction.

“Gorgeous out, huh?”

Tony hummed a small affirmative in reply, begging his erection to calm the fuck down already. The fear of being interrupted had taken a little of the edge off, but his angry cock wasn’t gonna give up that easily.

“Something smells good… what is that?” Steve asked, sniffing the air as he scanned around for the source of the scent.

A flare of panic rose up as Tony immediately assumed that Steve’s supersenses could actually detect pheromones or something, and were somehow on to Tony’s pathetic situation, but then Steve murmured, “Smells like jasmine, I think? And coconut…” —and suddenly Tony could breathe again.

“Tanning oil,” Tony rasped out, indicating the bottle sticking out of his bag with a flick of his head.

“Oh yeah?” Steve replied, reaching over to the bag to pull the bottle out for his inspection. “Mind if I try some?”

This was karma, or something. Tony had displeased the gods by desecrating his teammate like that in his perverse mind, and this was his punishment.

“Knock yourself out.”

He wouldn’t watch. He refused to watch. He definitely would not look over at all while Steve Rogers proceeded to rub himself down with Tony’s favorite tanning oil, making himself smell just like him, all those muscles shimmering in the hot afternoon sun, reflecting off the microparticles of mica dust that gave the deliciously aromatic formula that little extra oomph of sexiness.

That’s what Tony had firmly told himself before something traitorous in his body overrode his command and had him staring at the younger man beside him just as he busied himself with rubbing a handful of oil into those astonishingly voluptuous tits.

Tony was never gonna make it off that beach alive.

He’d brought a cold pack along with some bottles of hard lemonade inside. Reaching for his bag, resolutely ignoring the drag of the semi in his trunks as it shifted against the sand, Tony grabbed one of the bottles like it was a lifeline and sucked half of it down while he kept his eyes averted from the gratuitous soft porn happening right there on the towel beside him.

Though he was pretty sure that he hadn’t gotten drunk off of a single bottle of hard lemonade, Tony wasn’t quite sure he’d heard correctly when Steve apparently rolled onto his stomach and asked, “Could you do my back for me?”

And yet, there he was, assuming the exact posture that Tony had fantasized about a short time ago, looking at Tony expectantly as he held out the amber bottle, waiting for an answer.

With a somewhat manic glint in his eyes, Tony chugged down the rest of the lemonade and tossed the bottle into the sand, deciding that if the gods were this determined to fuck with him today, he was gonna fuck right back.

Keeping his semi out of the way as he mounted Steve’s thighs was a bit of an issue, but Tony had a decent buzz going on after all, so he didn’t stress too hard over it. The bigger issue was the pleased little rumble of sound that Steve made when Tony’s hands began to work the oil into his skin, turning it into a proper massage without even intending to as Steve groaned appreciatively beneath him.

“Oh wow… that feels nice,” Steve murmured as Tony’s mind drifted off, rubbing down the supersoldier with all the skill that Tony had picked up from years and years of being on the receiving end of some truly out-of-this-world massages by highly-paid pros, learning their techniques through osmosis and trying them out on so many appreciative partners over the years. It had been awhile since Tony had given anyone a massage; a long while since that someone had been another man… But it all came back to him easily with Steve sprawled out beneath him like that, moaning with satisfaction as Tony traced along the firm planes of his back and shoulders, exploring all that incredible musculature with his confident, curious hands.

“You’re like a work of art,” Tony mused, saying it aloud, unfiltered, as soon as the thought occurred to him. It was too late to take it back, now.

Steve tilted his head a little before murmuring, “...You think so?”

Too embarrassed to say more about it, Tony just stroked a long, slow, firm line up either side of Steve’s spine with his thumbs, making Steve sigh out a long, low moan of satisfaction from the deep, steady pressure.

Resolving to try to keep his own mouth shut, Tony let his hands do the talking, conveying just how incredible Steve’s body was as his hands mapped out his impeccable muscle groups, releasing tension and soothing over any residual soreness with gentle fingertips before delving into the next tempting area.

Steve’s skin was remarkably soft considering all the power it contained beneath it; soft and flawless, glowing with a certain radiance that seemed more to do with who Steve was than some mere perk of his youth.

Even so— Steve still was very young, no matter what year he’d actually been born in. That was more apparent than ever up close like this, while Tony straddled his gorgeous, young body like the dirty old man that he most certainly was. He’d thought that he'd finally matured enough to want more age-appropriate relationships, now that he wasn’t in his 30s anymore. He’d actually let himself go gray at the temples, telling his colorist that he was ready to embrace the whole salt-and-pepper chic thing, now… But as Steve Rogers completely melted under his groping hands, moaning even more sweetly for him than he had in Tony’s sex fantasy, Tony already knew that he’d be making a move on the poor kid before he could think better of it.

“...You carry a lot of tension, Cap…”

Steve let out a little snort at that observation, murmuring, “No kidding.”

“You might wanna let someone do this for you more often,” Tony mentioned. “It could make a world of difference…”

“...You offering?” Steve asked after a short pause of consideration.

“I’m not a pro,” Tony smirked.

“Coulda fooled me,” Steve groaned out, grunting a little as Tony worked at a persistent knot beneath his scapula.

“I could refer somebody to you,” Tony offered, breaking up the knot as Steve relaxed beneath his ministrations.

“Guessing you’re not available, then,” Steve breathed with apparent disappointment — and Tony had been around long enough to detect the flirty little tone beneath that statement. He smirked down at the younger man, rewarding him with a stimulating sweep of his fingers fanning over Steve’s skin that left him shivering appreciatively.

“...Didn’t say that,” Tony flirted back.

It didn’t take much doing at all, then, to shift the touches into the kind meant to tease, as Tony realized that the totally gorgeous man between his legs happened to land considerably higher on the Kinsey scale than he’d always assumed. ...Well, whaddya know?

Steve was definitely into this.

That still didn’t mean that Tony should exploit him like this, using the irresistible powers of seduction that had been bestowed upon him for evil. Because even if Steve was getting turned on by Tony’s sensual massage abilities, he was still Steve fucking Rogers, after all…

…Which… actually just made the whole deal that much hotter……

Resigning himself to whatever hell awaited him, Tony let his thumbs delve beneath the already too-low waistband of Steve’s “medium”-sized swim trunks, pressing into that sweet spot on either side of Steve’s glutes that drew out the most sexualized sound from Steve’s astonished mouth, yet.

Bingo.

“Mmmm… Tony… your hands….” Steve moaned as Tony massaged the fuck out of Steve’s immaculate butt muscles, his words uncannily echoing Tony’s earlier fantasy.

“...Yeah? You like that?” Tony purred, using his own voice to great effect.

As Steve made the most gratifying sounds beneath him, Tony continued to massage the younger man’s ass by slipping his hands inside the stretched-out scrap of swimwear, working him over so effectively that when Tony let his fingers curl around the sides of Steve’s hips, still massaging the tops of Steve’s grateful glutes with his thumbs as he let the rest of his fingers probe new territory, Steve automatically lifted his hips to give Tony better access, encouraging him to slide his hands down further until his fingertips were touching the wiry hairs around Steve’s heated groin. Tony experimentally stroked over these a little, letting his fingertips tug on the sensitive hairs with their recoiling drag as Steve gasped out a high little sound that was music to Tony’s ears.

Deliberately letting his own, fully raging erection nudge against the inside of Steve’s thighs, Tony continued to play with Steve’s hip bones as he gave the younger man a chance to object. Steve had gone still after gasping in a sharp breath, but made no move to throw Tony off of him.

“Want me to keep going?” Tony murmured, elated when he saw Steve eagerly nod his head in confirmation.

“Breathe, Steve,” Tony whispered, reveling in the younger man’s shaky breath when he let his left hand delve even lower, finding the frankly massive hard-on that he knew was waiting for him and running the full length of his hand over it appreciatively.

Steve’s breaths were coming in short and staggered, but at least the kid was breathing. After getting a good enough handful of him to know what he was working with, Tony pulled his hand free to Steve’s audible objection, rubbing his back reassuringly as he reached for another splash of oil.

“I’m never gonna be able to use this stuff again without getting hard,” Tony mused aloud, making Steve stifle a funny sound in his towel as he waited anxiously for Tony’s hand to find its way down his trunks again, this time with a handful of sweet-smelling slickness to ease the way.

Playing with Steve’s cock while Tony straddled the surprisingly vocal supersoldier from behind was way more fun than it had any right to be. Playing with his hole, next, was even better.

If anyone had told Tony that inviting Steve down to his private beach would lead to fingering him through his swim trunks while he wailed lewdly into his beach towel, Tony would’ve taken Steve there a lot sooner. Because this was insanely hot – possibly the single hottest thing he’d ever done with anyone else, which was quite an inflammatory statement, all things considered. Nevertheless, as Tony peeled the trunks aside even further to watch as he worked a second finger into Steve’s slutty little opening, he knew that this one was extremely high up there, to say the least.

Getting those trunks off once and for all was super fun. Steve’s tan lines were gonna be the death of him, seeing all that pale, pretty skin surrounding his perfect ass contrasted with the deep golden tone of his thighs and back; and then, flipping Steve onto his back and finally getting an eyeful of that mouth-watering, pink-flushed cock – the visual alone was enough to have him leaking over his own fist like some dog slobbering over a fresh cut of meat.

Then Steve was wrapping his legs around Tony’s waist and begging to get fucked, and it was a miracle that he didn’t lose it right there.

Steve lost it pretty quick, however; after working his way inside, Tony had barely begun to thrust into him before Steve was coming in thick spurts all over his own abs and pecs, making Tony choke off a harsh curse as he continued to pound into him, bouncing Steve’s astonishingly resilient cock again and again as it continued to spurt all over the place, convincing Tony once and for all that this was actually happening and wasn’t some hallucination brought on by heat stroke after all, since even his own imagination—filthy as it was—had never come up with anything nearly as incredible as the sight and sounds and even the delicious fucking smell of all that.

Salty seawater and sharp, musky sweat; indolic jasmine absolute and tropical coconut mixed with a fuckton of hot cum. It was a sensory overload that had Tony riding the most incredible sexual high as he pulled out just in time to come all over Steve’s overheated body, nailing him right on the mouth as he loomed over the panting kid, painting his neck and tits in a satisfying burst of his own milky release.

Tony rolled over on the sand, shielding his eyes from the glare of the sun as he started to come back to his senses. He was a total mess, but he knew that Steve was far worse. Rolling his head to the side, he allowed a long, indulgent glance to rake over the mess they’d both made of Steve’s gorgeous skin, wondering at how he wore it so damn well.

“Now that’s a work of art,” Tony felt the need to say.

“Ugh,” Steve grumbled, pulling a face as he glanced down at himself. “Think I’m gonna go for another swim.”

“Sounds like a good plan,” Tony agreed.

“...Care to join me this time, or are you just gonna watch again while you pretend to read that book?” Steve snarked, favoring Tony with a knowing smirk that looked way too good on his stupidly handsome face.

Tony blinked at Steve for a beat before telling him, “Y’know what, Rogers…”

“...What?” Steve challenged, as Tony pushed himself awkwardly into a sitting position, grunting and stretching out his sore muscles.

Reaching for a handful of sand, Tony rose up onto his knees and smeared the handful into the sticky mess on Steve’s chest and abs, telling him, “That’s what” as he straddled the younger man and shoved him back onto the towel to kiss him stupid.

“Mmmm…” Steve happily hummed as Tony broke away, looking down at him with an expression that said, what are you gonna do about it?

“Is that so?” Steve replied, one eyebrow lifting in a way that Tony should’ve recognized for the warning that it was.

Before he knew what was happening, though, Steve was already hauling him up in a quick fireman’s carry that literally knocked the air out of Tony’s diaphragm as he took off at a sprint towards the shoreline, laughing as he deposited Tony’s naked, flailing body into the water with a splash.

Tony didn’t mind a bit of juvenile roughhousing with Steve, though. He’d gladly lose the splashy wrestling match that ensued; especially when the loser got kissed like that, afterwards.

Maybe he wouldn’t mind dating a younger guy so much, after all.

♡

for the @steverogersbingo square, "Medium Steve" (because of the shorts! this is all because of the "medium"-sized shorts! c'mon, it counts...), and also a belated gift for @whinysteve, who rose to my comment bingo challenge with flying colors!! (i'm working on another thing for you as well; but since that one won't be ready anytime soon, i figured you wouldn't mind if took you up on that "massage" prompt in the meantime 😉 <3)

Tony and Steve on the beach by @fohatic

#FURIOUS at myself for forgetting the arc reactor :(((#now reblogging corrected version with the fic attached!#steve rogers bingo round 3 #my fanfic #stony #steve rogers/tony stark #tony stark #steve rogers #stony fic #smut #by fohatic

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seeklovenet · 2 years ago

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eggtoasties · 4 years ago

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Pairing: Kuroo Tetsurou x Reader

Rating: G

Word Count: 1.2k of tooth rotting dad!kuroo

Summary: Love is in the little things: Brita filters, sesame seeds, and frozen waffles.

Music plays softly in the background as Kuroo works diligently in the kitchen. Against the backsplash of white tile, glass containers dotting the wooden shelves, and stainless steel appliances in the modern kitchen, Kuroo Tetsurou wears a bright red apron with the words “Kiss the Chef” written garishly across the front.

On a tray he’s already balanced a stack of incredibly fluffy pancakes covered in a light dusting of powdered sugar, topped with the ripest berries. He’s taken out the nice porcelain that’s stored on the top most shelves—only to be used on special occasions, she said—and filled the matching bowls with an assortment of fruits and granola from the farmer’s market.

He hums to himself as he places the sunny side up eggs just so on the plate and delicately shakes the spice bottles to ensure an even layer. Putting the final touches on the food, he starts the espresso machine while he peels several oranges to hand squeeze. In the middle of his fourth orange, Kuroo hears the patter of foot steps down the stairs.

“Wow,” a small voice drawls out at his hip, “looks so good.”

A small, chubby hand reaches for a bowl and Kuroo lightly swats it away.

“Daddy did a good job, didn’t he?” Kuroo says mostly to himself, satisfied with the assortment of sweet and savory treats, so aesthetically placed he figures Martha Stewart would weep. Finishing with the last orange, he wipes his hands on his apron and moves to make the coffee, scooting the tray further away from the edge.

He feels a small tug at his pajama pant leg and looks down to see his pouting child.

“I’m hungry,” his son complains, tiny hand fisting cotton and the other resting at his hip, a mirror image of his mother.

Gently ruffling his son’s hair, still unruly from sleep, a set of heavier footsteps makes its way to the kitchen. Yawning the sleep from her eyes and sighing at the pops in her neck, Kuroo’s eldest daughter zeroes in on the breakfast spread and makes a beeline for the tray.

Swiftly blocking her warpath he grabs a dish towel and waves it in front of her like a matador to a bull. “Who are you and get out my kitchen,” Kuroo says.

She scowls up at him which makes him scowl too.

“You know what your mom says about frowning,” he lightly scolds.

“I’m young and have a great retinol,” she bites back, “what’s your excuse?” she taunts.

“Oi! What’s with the attitude so early in the morning, can’t you see I’m busy,” he says incredulously, gesturing to the breakfast tray as he catches his youngest drag a short footstool towards the counter.

With one step, Kuroo scoops him up—away from the food—and distracts him with the promise of Eggo waffles while squishing chubby cheeks between his thumb and forefinger, kissing the soft skin.

“You’re making pancakes from scratch and you’re feeding us the frozen waffles?” his daughter deadpans.

“Who said anything about feeding you guys—you have two hands,” he points out, wincing when small fists beat his chest.

At her stink eye, Kuroo curses teenage hormones and nearly runs to the beep of the espresso machine, any excuse to avoid further scrutiny from his daughter. He puts his son down and whispers for him to sit and wait for his sister to get him breakfast. His daughter—light of his life, apple of his eye, his precious darling baby girl—but an absolute menace at sixteen and unfortunately absolutely took after him in this regard.

He pours the perfect amount of hot water to the espresso and Kuroo nods approvingly at the spread: pancakes, eggs, fruit, yogurt, granola, freshly squeezed orange juice, water at room temperature because apparently cold water is bad for the stomach, and finally, hot coffee.

Rummaging in the freezer his daughter grumbles, “Can you at least get me water?”

He grabs a glass and fills it halfway and meets his daughters open mouth of disbelief. Placing his hand on his hips he mocks her expression.

“Yes?”

“You’re giving me tap water,” she says accusingly.

“The Brita is for the dog and your mom,” he retorts.

Turning away at her screech of indignation, he smiles to himself when she can’t see it. Yes, she thoroughly irritates him with her refusal to drink orange juice with pulp and completely baffles him when she doesn’t heed his advice to wear a little less eyeliner. He also definitely thinks her boyfriend is a little bit of a loser, but, he is utterly and entirely certain that she is one of the best things he has ever done with his life equal to having her brother and marrying their mother.

His wife. Even as his ring clinks against his second cup of coffee, as it has every morning for the past several, several years they’ve been together, it still feels unreal. He thinks of her and remembers when they first met in college, first vacations, their wedding, their children’s births and even random memories from inconsequential days all at once. Like the day they got ice cream and she nearly puked in his lap on the subway because she insisted her lactose intolerance wasn’t that bad. Or when they were driving going to who knows where and there was a black sesame seed wedged in her tooth as she smiled at him and the car behind him honked for him to move because he was so dumbstruck by the way she smiled at him. When he thinks of her, a million memories and thoughts come rushing in at once to meld together to overwhelm him with one unmistakable emotion.

He figures he’ll never be able to articulate exactly how much she means to him with words. Hell, even for their wedding vows they had agreed to save the sappy stuff for afterwards—in private. He shyly presented a well-worn, heavily creased, ten page manifesto of his love in their hotel room, heart beating faster than it had during the wedding, feeling more exposed in that moment than when he was at the altar in front of all of their friends and family. His hands shook as she read each page, mouthing his words so tenderly back at him and he’s never told her that that moment was more nerve wracking than when he proposed.

So, he hopes that breakfast in bed makes up for it. Or, breakfast at their side table because she has a thing about crumbs in her bed. But nothing screams ‘domestic bliss’ to Kuroo quite like the idea of pancakes in bed and that’s why he’s bought so many bed trays even though she rolls her eyes every time.

And maybe, that’s what love is. Delivering breakfast in bed to your no-food-in-the-bed rule making partner on the trays she banned from the house. But, because you were so focused on making the perfect heart shaped pancakes and the fact that you bought a very expensive ring a long time ago, she’ll forgive you and ignore your citrus stained hands as you tenderly stroke her hair until she wakes.

Kuroo grins to himself as he makes his way to their bedroom, tapping his wedding ring against the handle and feeling the small weight of the gift box in his left pocket.

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katsumox · 4 years ago

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random relationship hcs

including: bakugou katsuki, and todoroki shouto

notes from candy girl: the brainrot i have for these two is a never-ending spiral that i shan't be released from.

BAKUGOU KATSUKI:

struggles with vulnerability, and thinks that he HAS to be the big spoon when cuddling.

actually loves being the little spoon and just being held in general (he'd never say so though)

he also like laying on your thighs or your butt (no matter the size) while just chilling

LOVES playfighting so much. like it's unreal how many times he'll slightly prod and poke at you so you'll start playfighting with him

when he playfights, he's hardly plafighting. it's more "let's wrestle on the ground until i'm on top of you so i can kiss you"

(you aint slick, katsuki)

he's SO BAD at apologising,,, but he tries to show that he cares and that he's sorry by doing something for you (he's working on it i swear)

he's also working on his nasty ass attitude but yk....

...ANYWAYS his love language!!!

his love language is definitely acts of service

he likes cooking for you, but will 1000% put up a front and say he's just making sure you're eating because "he doesn't want a weakass parter"

you know that's not the truth because its your favorite foods ;)

he REALLY appreciates if you were to do something like give him notes when he's sick or clean his gauntlets for him (if he lets ya... theres a 50/50 chance on that one)

dates aren't ever super formal, more like hanging out in each others dorms or screwing aroud with the bakusquad

but when the dates ARE formal???? like anniversaries???

katsuki shows the HELL out

(you can pry rich boy!katsuki from my cold, dead hands)

i mean he has a liBRARY IN HIS HOUSE!!!!1!!!!

anyways....

we're talking roses, rooftop dinner reservations, nice necklaces and other jewelry, and then topping a spectacular night off with watching the stars before going back to the dorms

10/10 bc he's my fave

i'm playing,, 8.5/10 would recommend if you can handle attitude

TODOROKI SHOUTO:

will buy you ANYTHING at the drop of hat JUST to spend Endeavour's money

i mean ANYTHING... you look at a necklace or bracelet too long and it'll be by your dorm in about 3 business days

his love language is definitely words of affirmation and physical touch

once he gets comfortable with touch in the relationship he becomes an insatiable little monster

loves cuddling with your head on his chest or vice versa. he likes the sense of protection of it gives the two of you.

loves both giving and receiving cheek and forehead kisses.

unlike bakugou, doesn't really understand playfighting, but will indulge in you if you ask.

he doesn't try to win and goes SUPER easy on you because he doesn't want to hurt ya.

in general he's kinda clingy, but it's super adorable! he loves coming to see you before curfew to get his nightly hug and kiss, and will pout and expect them in the morning if he didn't get one the prior evening

as per usual dates, he likes studying with you, and he makes a whole event out of it, cold soba, your favorite snacks, etc.

for anniversaries, shouto also shows the hell out

HELLA jewelry and expensive ass flowers, a shopping date (yeat ANOTHER ploy to scam Endeavour out of his cash), dinner in a rented out space, all of the above.

(uhhh sugar daddy!shouto??? i guess so!)

he'll make the entire day about you and only you. all in all sweet boyfie, 9/10, do recommend,, get you a shouto in ya life 2021

~fin~

#bakugou x reader #bakugou x y/n #bakugou imagine #bakugou x black reader #mha todoroki #todoroki shoto x reader #todoroki x black!reader #mha x black reader #bnha x black!reader #bnha headcanons #bnha x reader #moxie writes<3

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bbugyu · 4 years ago

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daddy’s little monster + lee seokmin & yoon jeonghan

the story of your side hustle, that both pays well and had some very lovely benefits.

prelude | part one | part two | part three | epilogue

wc.5195 | SMUT, like DIRTY SMUT, threesome, sugar daddy!jeonghan and musician!seokmin, aka my worst nightmare, hard dom vs service sub vs service dom, aka my other worst nightmare, fem reader, daddy kink, marking, cream pie, please use condoms, lk cucking? happy halloween!

i was gonna say this is porn without plot but in reality idk how to not make smut way too personal. and i have not stopped thinking about my seokhan sandwicch fantasies and desperately needed to get it out, so take my shame and run with it. gif literally does not match this at all but DONT WORRY ABOUT IT

seokmin knew that jeonghan, the prolific and sought after architect whom he considered a close friend, had a less than conventional relationship with a young woman, but he had never met her. didn't know what the two did beyond appear at fancy industry dinner parties together, or the occasional sleepovers that had been offhandedly mentioned when seokmin and him get drinks and grilled meat. he believed she was real - he had been told she was real, by a mutual friend who had attended said parties - but had never seen a picture of her. never been introduced. he dropped architecture, afterall, deciding instead to get a teaching degree while jeonghan continued his artistic engineering. he had no reason to attend the parties that jeonghan paid her to accompany him to.

so when he was slightly drunk at a halloween party being held at the architect's beautiful home, he thought nothing about the pretty girl giving him attention, other than the fact that she looked incredible in her cheerleading outfit and that she was sitting far too close to him to not be flirting.

"how do you know jeonghan?" you asked, perched on the sofa next to seokmin, fingers mindlessly fiddling with the zipper on his red and blue bomber jacket.

his arm was over the back of the sofa, and you were comfortably sitting in the negative space, your feet tucked beneath your baby blue pleated skirt. "we went to college together," he said.

your eyebrow quirked. "are you also an architect? i've never seen you around."

he smiled and shook his head, wondering why a pretty girl like you was wasting your time getting to know a guy like him if you frequented industry parties. "no, i dropped the program. too much math. i'm a music teacher."

he watched your eyes light up. "what kind of music?"

"piano and guitar, mostly," he said, shifting beside you when your knees brushed over his thigh. "i do some vocal coaching, also."

you gazed at his profile as he looked anywhere but at you, eyes briefly focusing on the little black heart drawn under his eye. "you do have a lovely voice."

"thanks," he said, smiling when he turned to look at you, almost faltering when he realized you were leaning into him. "but you haven't heard me sing."

you paused, staring at his lips. "i'd like to," you breathed, and seokmin's hand dropped from the couch to find the small of your back, a shiver running up your spine when his fingers ran over the waistband of your skirt.

"y/n."

with great difficulty, you looked away from his lips to the source of your name being called, smiling lightly when you saw who had summoned you. you put a hand on seokmin's chest.

"i'll be right back, okay?" he kept watching your lips as you spoke. "promise me you won't go anywhere?"

seokmin gave you a lopsided smile, fingers brushing over your skin still. "promise."

you pulled yourself off the couch, purposefully giving him a bit of a view as you leaned over to slip your feet back into your sneakers, walking over to the man that had called your name. seokmin watched you swing your hips side to side, then cursed under his breath when jeonghan's hand snaked around your waist only a few meters in front of him, putting the pieces together in his mind.

"i see you like my friend," jeonghan muttered, handing you the drink you had asked him for. he was dressed as a man in black, which was wholly unoriginal considering he wore many suits regularly, but you figured your cheerleading costume wasn't leaving much more to the imagination than any of the dresses he usually picked out for you.

"you never told me you were friends with a musician," you teased. "afraid i wouldn't call you?"

he laughed, sneakily pulling up the hem of your skirt and watching over your shoulder as seokmin tried not to stare. "you'll always call me."

you bit at your lip, smiling. "yes, daddy."

"are you sure about him?"

you peeked over your shoulder, giggling when seokmin looked away from you and tugged at the knees of his black pleather pants. "isn't he perfect?"

"i like seokmin," jeonghan said, drawing your attention by taking off his sunglasses, hooking them in his lapel pocket. "he's one of my closest friends. i want you to be absolutely sure."

you paused, considering his tone and looking into his amber eyes. "i'm positive."

jeonghan smiled, pulling you into him for a quick kiss. "go tell him the good news, sweetheart."

you grinned, pulling away from him as he put his sunglasses back on and teasingly clicked his prop neuralizer at you. you giggled and sauntering back to the couch that seated the most adorable harley quinn you had ever seen.

"i'm back," you said, sipping at your drink as you settled back into seokmin's side. "sorry, you know how sugar daddies are. so demanding."

he choked out a laugh, still unsure despite your joking tone. "so, you and, uh, jeonghan-"

"yeah," you sighed, setting your drink down on the table beside the sofa and adjusting your posture, putting your knees on his thigh but keeping your shoes off the couch. "he likes my company, i like not paying for tuition."

"what are you studying?" seokmin asked, jumping at the opportunity to change the subject.

you smiled, tugging at his arm until he took the hint to put it back where it was before you were interrupted. "musical theory and recording arts."

he almost laughed. "you're unreal."

"i could say the same," you said, fingers fiddling with the opposite collar of his jacket. "can i ask you something? no pressure."

his eyebrows quirked upwards. "there's a little pressure."

you giggled, tugging at the collar lightly and smiling when he shifted to face you better. "genuinely, don't say yes just because i want you to, okay?" you only continued when he nodded, taking a deep breath. "so, jeonghan and i have been wanting to try something for a while, and he asked me to find someone tonight."

seokmin swallowed. "am i someone?"

you bit your lip. "yes."

his finger scratched at his cheek. "and he approves?"

your eyes flickered to where you and jeonghan had been standing, but the older was nowhere to be found. "yes."

"i-" he cleared his throat suddenly. "i just haven't- i don't know what i'm trying to say." he paused to collect himself. "i've never even considered doing anything like… that."

you giggled sweetly, and seokmin tried to not notice the way your hand ran over his chest. "i haven't done anything like this either," you assured him. "jeonghan's a little bossy, but he'll only be that way to me if you don't ask for it, i promise. and you don't have to do anything you're uncomfortable with, seriously, we can stop whenever, i just-" you bit at your lip briefly. "i just really want to make you feel good."

despite you telling him to not just say yes just for your sake, he had a hard time saying no after hearing your dark tone. any idea of saying no slipped his mind completely when you kissed him, slow and deliberate, your tongue tasting like cola and whiskey against his. he even went as far as pulling you into his lap, forgetting the context of the party surrounding him, his only thoughts about the way your thighs split over his lap and how soft your skin felt when his hands ran under your skirt.

"is this a yes?" you asked breathlessly, trying not to grind down on his pleather covered thighs.

he nodded at you with blown out eyes. "i'll try anything with you."

you grinned, finger brushing over the purposefully smeared lipstick across his cheek. "you're so cute."

he smiled at you, a hand running up your side as you leaned into him again. "not all the time," he muttered, and you couldn't help but gasp lightly when he bounced his leg under you. "want me to prove it?"

you kissed him again, unable to form any words to say yes but desperately needing to. when a hand landed on the back of your neck, you moaned into his mouth and pulled away, trying to catch your breath.

seokmin's hand pulled you into him again, and you whimpered lightly against his lips. "we need to go."

his lips barely left yours when he asked "where to?" and your fingers intertwined with his as you stood, pulling him off the couch to follow you.

you spotted jeonghan in the next room, and despite not knowing for sure if he noticed you two, you spun around playfully and pulled seokmin into you again, letting him kiss you deeply with his hands exploring your bare waist before you pulled away again to continue leading him away, the lopsided grin on his face never leaving.

the noise of the party dissipated as you pulled him up a flight of stairs and down a hall, stopping a few times to kiss against banisters in areas of jeonghan's home he had never been in.

"is this-" seokmin stopped himself as you closed the bedroom door, looking around at the grand but minimally decorated room - the main focal point being the large canopy bed against the far wall.

"jeonghan's," you said, pulling seokmin into you and resuming your feverish kisses. "it's the only bedroom i'm allowed in."

he briefly wondered what other rules the two of you had, but all but forgot about them when you were pushing his jacket off his shoulders, hands running over his chest. you tried to catch your breath as seokmin's mouth worked its way down your neck, but you couldn't stop whining.

"fuck, do you work out?" you asked breathlessly as he backed you up against the door, your hands not so subtly gripping at a bicep.

he chuckled against your neck. "i tune pianos, sometimes."

you briefly thought about him moving an upright to access the strings, and how you had to recruit the help of three friends to move the one jeonghan had bought for you. "you should come to my place, i've been meaning to get mine tuned for a while."

"you can just say you want to see me again," he said, a teasing smile on his lips as he pulled you off the door.

"you're sure about this, right?" you asked between kisses. "he'll notice we're missing and come looking. i don't want you to be surprised."

seokmin considered the concept of jeonghan walking in on his friend between your thighs, laid out on his bed, and the way his length flinched in his pants assured you that it was the best idea he had heard in a while. "i'm sure, i promise."

you bit at your lip again as you grinned, letting him overtake you with kisses as the back of your legs hit the bed.

"this little skirt, i swear to god," seokmin groaned, large hands squeezing at your ass through the fabric.

you gasped, your open mouth making seokmin groan deeper as he pulled you against his tented crotch. "jeonghan picked it out."

"i can tell," he said, staring down at the supposed team name you were meant to be cheering for. "angel, huh? does he call you that?"

"sometimes," you breathed, lips nipping at his neck. "he calls me the name on your chest more, though."

seokmin chuckled, almost completely forgetting about his own costume that he had mostly only picked because the shirt was so easy to find. he brought your lips back to his, kissing you deeply before pushing you down onto the soft mattress. "i want you to get comfortable."

you nodded excitedly, kicking off your shoes and watching him unbuckle his belt as you backed yourself up against the pillows. he kneed his way onto the bed, pants unzipped and shirt discarded, but stopped his undressing to crawl towards you, hands running over your split thighs. you groaned, hips rolling towards him just at the sight of him between your legs, and he gazed up at you sweetly.

"you're soaking through your panties."

you took a heaving breath. "you're super hot."

his lips skated over your inner thigh, and you gripped at the duvet as you tried to stifle a moan. his hands went under your thighs, squeezing at your ass before hooking under your panties, and you bit your lip to keep yourself from whining as he slowly pulled them off you, your skirt falling over your waist when you lifted your hips for him.

"oh, baby, look at you," he cooed, tongue darting out between his lips as he took in the sight. "is that all for me?"

you moaned, rolling your hips off the mattress again, staring at his shoulders as he settled. "fuck, seokmin, please-"

your pleas were interrupted by your own garbled moan as he put his tongue against your inner thigh, biting down on the soft flesh. your hand found his scalp, gripping as he sucked a sweet red rose into your thigh, kissing it gently before moving to repeat the action a little closer to your core.

"oh, god, s-seokmin-" you whined, bucking your hips against him. he gently held your wily hips down as he continued until he was satisfied with the marks, hoping they would stay a while. remind you of him when he wasn't around. his breath hit your core and you keened, desperately asking for his lips, but he only barely teased his tongue over your clit before planting his lips on your other thigh, drawing a shaky moan from you as you gripped his hair.

"fuck, please," you begged, wishing you could move your hips more freely, but his strong grip on you held you in place.

when seokmin decided he was happy with the delicate roses between your legs, he looked up to you, observing the way your chest heaved and you panted, your eyes blown to all hell. your fingers tightened in his hair when he rolled out his tongue, slowly dragging it through your folds.

you moaned, your voice sounding choppy and desperate even to you as your neck stretched out in pleasure. "g-god!"

he hummed against you, his lips kissing at your clit and tongue running over you alternately. you shook as he lapped at you, and he pulled his hands out from under your ridden up skirt in order to push your thighs back, allowing him more comfortable access as you groaned, blue stained fingers leaving his hair to grip at the duvet.

"fuck, seokmin, i'm already so close-"

he hummed again, pulling away but putting two fingers over your core instead, spreading your arousal through your folds and over your clit as he licked his lips. "is my mouth that good to you?"

you arched your back as he continued running his fingers over you. "it's so good."

he lapped at you again, making you let out a high pitched whine as he slowly slipped his fingers into your sweet, tight hole. your eyes shut and you moaned, squeezing his fingers as your arousal seeped out from around them. "your pussy is so cute," he muttered, eyes darting up to your face as you panted. he slowly began to curl his lean, long, instrument trained fingers in your core, pulling more pleas from your lips. "i bet it's cuter when you cum."

"fuck, please," you begged. "please make me cum."

seokmin groaned lightly as he sucked at your clit, rolling his hips against the mattress to relieve some of the pressure he felt from your fingers digging against his scalp, your taste on his lips, your whining moans in his ears.

you noticed the sound of the door, almost processing the meaning before your pleasure interrupted your own thought. "fuck, baby, right there!"

he groaned, digging his fingers further into you to spur your squealing as he flicked his tongue against you, and you practically thrashed against him as you came undone, your thighs pushing into his shoulders as your back arched against the mattress.

you whined dully when he pulled his mouth away from you, your fingers loosening their grip in his spray dyed hair. he never pulled his fingers out of you, not even as he crawled slowly over you, continuing to gently curl into you as you wrapped your arms around his shoulders, pulling him into your chest.

"you started without me," jeonghan said finally, and seokmin smiled into your neck as you watched your sugar daddy pull off his tie, still whining lightly at the fingers in your cunt. "that wasn't what we agreed on."

"i- ah-" you gasped, thigh pressing against seokmin's arm when his thumb pushed against your clit. "i couldn't wait," you said, hooded eyes watching jeonghan approach.

"found yourself a cute toy, huh?" he quirked his eyebrow at the younger, noticing the way his shoulders rippled under your desperate fingers as he stood at the end of the bed. "are you gonna treat him nice, sweetheart?"

you nodded quickly, fingers finding seokmin's scalp again as you kissed him, loving the way you tasted on his lips. you gasped when he slowly pulled his fingers out of you, his hand running up your waist to hold you stay as he rut his clothed bulge into you, the feeling of cool pleather against your hot core making you moan against him.

"what do you want to do, sweetheart?" jeonghan prompted you, gently leaning against a bedpost as he adjusted himself in his pants

"i wanna ride," you said, breath fanning over seokmin's face as he blushed slightly. his red ears just made you move your hips again desperately. "fuck, seokmin, i need to ride you."

his movements stopped for a second, mind whirling with the idea of you bouncing on him. his thoughts were only interrupted by a voice.

"you heard her, seokmin."

he snapped into action, kissing you again as he shoved his slightly too tight pants down his hips, and you pushed him until he allowed you to roll him into his back. you tugged his pants down his legs, gulping at the bulge in his underwear.

"jesus, seokmin, you never said you were packing," jeonghan chuckled, observing the way you faltered when you noticed his length.

seokmin sucked in a labored breath when you ran your hands over his hips, teasing a thumb over his erection. "you never asked."

you tugged his underwear down over his hips, taking care to pull him gently out to avoid harm. you rolled your tongue out to draw a wet line up the underside of his heavy cock, enjoying the way it flinched up against you.

"he likes tits," jeonghan said, shrugging off his blazer and walking to the side of the bed to toss it onto a chair. "lose the top, angel."

you smirked up at seokmin, suddenly extremely happy that the only one that interested you at this party was someone jeonghan knew. you slinked up his body to straddle his lap, the hem of your skirt teasing the head of his cock as it peeked out from under it. you kissed him first, and his hands ran up your thighs as he bucked his hips up to meet your bare core, but you hovered just out of reach. you sat up again, pulling the cheer top over your head and tossing it to the side.

seokmin groaned, hands finding your waist and running up your sides to squeeze gently at your breasts with his thumbs. "fuck, you're gorgeous."

"and you're huge," you said, finally grinding down against his length, pulling a deep groan from his chest. you backed up to stand his cock on end, pulling it against your stomach and practically choking when you saw how tall it stood, the tip far past the waistband of your skirt.

jeonghan whistled. "how are you gonna stuff all that in your tight little pussy, sweetheart?"

saliva gathered in your mouth at the thought. "like a good girl."

seokmin groaned again, hips bucking up to fuck into your hands. "stop teasing and take it, baby."

you got on your knees, positioning yourself over the head of his thick cock, and he practically bucked up into you when he felt your wetness at his tip. you gasped, sinking slowly, eyes watering slightly at the stretch and seokmin moaned, hands on your waist in support. you looked at jeonghan briefly, and he smiled, cock in hand, watching you as you sank slowly.

"stop," seokmin said, grip tightening on your waist. he panted as he held you in place, and you had an idea as to why he stopped you as you felt him pressing against your cervix. "i don't wanna hurt you."

his gentleness was a welcomed juxtaposition from jeonghan's usual intensity. you nodded, hands on his chest, then leaned forward to kiss him, gently fucking yourself on as much of his length as you could manage, readying yourself. his grip on your waist tightened, and he let out a beautiful whine when you dipped a little further onto him.

"careful," he breathed, and you sat up. your hands ran down his chest and over his stomach, then up your own body to gently coerce his fingers out of the deathgrip on your waist. he took the hint, running his hands up your torso and running his thumbs over your hardened nipples.

you groaned, your hips inching closer to his every time you bounced on his lap. it took everything in him to not take control, your pussy squeezing and pulling him further into you, the only sound in his ears your musical moans as you started to get desperate.

"fuck, you're so big," you said dumbly, unable to think of anything else.

"you're so tight," seokmin said back. he hooked a thumb under your skirt, tugging it up to reveal how tightly your cunt hugged him. "fuck, you look so good filled up like that."

your hands found his thighs, leaning back as you rolled your hips over his. you choked out a moan, the angle nearly making you fold an instant. "d-daddy, can i cum?"

seokmin groaned and almost responded before jeonghan did. "go right ahead, angel. let him feel how good you are."

you sank down, your hips meeting seokmin's and a whining moan leaving you lips as he choked slightly. you fell forward onto his chest, giving him desperate, open mouthed kisses as you rolled your hips, your sensitive nub rubbing against his pelvis. you gasped, clutching at his hair as he pushed his hips up into yours, the coil in you snapping in you all while he muttered how good of a girl you were against your lips. his grip around you tightened as your grip around him did the same, the feeling of your tight cunt pulsating around him almost enough to get him off despite him steadying his hips as you shuddered on his chest.

"beautiful," jeonghan commented. "she looks good when you fuck her."

seokmin tried not to groan, but the involuntary movement of his hips triggered an unhidable moan from you. "never thought i'd enjoy being watched."

"i always knew you were a freak," the older said, continuing to pump himself. "you okay if i take a little control?"

seokmin finally looked over to his friend, eyes dropping to his cock as he gulped. "y-yeah."

"alright. sweetheart, time to get up. i want that skirt off."

you whined, grinding down on seokmin. he choked, and you dug your face into his neck.

"three..."

you whined again, louder this time, gripping a bicep as you took in a breath. "please, he feels so good-"

"two..."

you curled your toes in protest, and seokmin had the least control when you rolled your hips on his again, both of you letting out shaky moans. you heard your name as a warning, and you practically started crying from how badly you didn't want to remove yourself from him.

"y/n. one."

you caved finally, not wanting jeonghan to punish you in front of a guest, sitting yourself up suddenly and gasping at the feeling, seokmin's hands gripping your hips. you looked over to jeonghan, who had a smile on his face as he bit his lip gently.

"off, angel. you can have him again in a second."

you slowly pulled yourself off of seokmin's hard cock, and he had one hand keeping your skirt out of view, the other kneading reassuring circles in your thighs as you did. you both groaned when you managed to lift yourself off of him completely, and jeonghan watched your arousal drip from you onto seokmin's flushed cock.

"c'mere, sweetheart," jeonghan said, gesturing for you to come to the side of the bed where he stood.

you unzipped your skirt and let it fall to the mattress as you weakly kneed yourself over to him, thighs shaking. seokmin tucked one hand behind his head and wrapped the other around his cock, watching you intently as you came up to the eldest. he gripped your chin first, opening your mouth before him, and you rubbed your thighs together as you vocalised.

"embarrassed?" jeonghan asked, chuckling darkly when you nodded lightly. he spat in your mouth anyways. "don't let me make it to one next time."

you heard a groan behind you as you swallowed, then gasped when jeonghan's free hand found your ass, pulling you against him. he kissed you, and you had almost forgotten how his lips felt against yours, how his nimble tongue brushed against the back of your teeth in a way that made your knees wobble on the edge of the bed.

"i want him to ruin you," he muttered against your lips, grip tight on your jaw. "i want to see you fucked out on his fat cock, choking on my cum."

you nodded fervently, and felt the bed shift as seokmin sat up behind you. jeonghan smiled as he let you go, and you quickly backed up against the younger, gasping when his cock slipped between your thighs and his fingers pinched at your nipples, kneading your breasts tightly.

"fuck, she's incredible," he said, against your neck, and you couldn't help the sustained whine you let out. "i can't believe you never told me, han."

he chuckled, rolling up the sleeves of his dress shirt. "i knew she'd like you too much. but you'll always call me, right, sweetheart?"

you whined again, watching as jeonghan gently kneed onto the bed, just to brush his lips against yours.

"answer me."

you quivered, grinding down on seokmin's cock and feeling his lips on your neck, but still focusing on the face before you. "yes, daddy."

he smiled, placing a gentle kiss on your nose before backing up again. "hands and knees. give us a minute, okay, minnie?"

the younger nodded, but groaned when you dropped forward, watching the way his cock fit snugly between your thighs. "tell me when."

you stared up at jeonghan as he put a hand on his cock, another in your hair, and slowly guided himself towards your lips. you puckered your lips to meet him, then opened your mouth and rolled out your tongue, lapping at the tip of his cock, tongue gliding under it as you desperately tried to suck him into your waiting mouth.

"oh sweetheart," he said, watching you with hooded lids. "you really want this, don't you?"

you whined, pushing back against seokmin, making his breath hitch. jeonghan finally pushed his hips forward, fucking once into your wet mouth, and you moaned on his cock as it hit the back of your throat. seokmin couldn't help but buck into your thighs, slightly desperate for friction as he watched you drip all over him. he tested his voice once, then quietly asked if he could finger you.

you moaned again, and jeonghan smiled as he fucked your mouth. "sounds like she wants it."

you let out a muffled whine when seokmin slotted two fingers into your pussy, your mouth too full to properly vocalise how good it felt. when he added another finger, you almost collapsed, and likely would have if jeonghan hadn't been holding you up by your hair.

"fuck her," he commanded, holding you on his cock and watching the way you looked up at him as you realized what that meant.

seokmin pulled his fingers out of you and placed himself at your entrance in their stead, sinking into you slowly. your eyes rolled back, drool dripping from either side of jeonghan's cock as seokmin filled you out.

"fuck," he said, gripping your hips and trying to stop himself from pushing all the way in. "fuck, you're so wet."

you let out another muffled noise, pushing back onto him as he choked. jeonghan watched the tears well up in your eyes, mouth stretched around his cock.

"angel," he paused, pulling from you slightly. "are we still green?"

you nodded, rolling your tongue around him to prove it. he smiled at you, then quietly told seokmin to fuck you full.

and he did. you whined and babbled, every thrust of seokmin's hips pushing you onto jeonghan's cock until he hit your throat. you didn't know how long it continued. you heard a honey voice you were familiar with, but you couldn't tell if the teasing words were directed towards you or the man behind you. you couldn't even register fully what was happening when you felt fingers circling your clit, and you wailed as you came, thighs quaking and throat full.

"oh, fuck, i'm gonna cum," seokmin said quickly. he gasped. "fuck, can i cum?"

jeonghan grinned, one eye closing more than the other as he huffed, feeling close to his own release. "fill her up."

seokmin jerked into you three more times before he steadied his hips and let out a deep, melodic groan, buried deep in you as his cum leaked out around his thick cock. you were still moaning, unsure if you could ever stop making noises, but quickly pulled yourself together as jeonghan came down your throat.

you choked once, but swallowed around him, and he gripped his fingers against your scalp as you did. when he finally removed himself from your mouth, you panted and collapsed onto the bed, unable to catch your breath with seokmin still hilt deep in you.

"what a perfect girl," jeonghan muttered, brushing his damp hair off his forehead, gazing down at you. "smart, funny, and an angel in bed. and you-" he said, smirking at seokmin when he finally lifted his head from your spine, even if it was only for a moment. "you surprised me. if you're down, i'd like to do this again."

he tried to catch his breath, but couldn't help the way his hips involuntarily pushed into yours, fucking his cum deeper into you. he just nodded against your spine as you moaned, feeling his cum drip down your thighs.

jeonghan tsked. "you got your hair dye all over my white sheets."

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astaroth1357 · 4 years ago

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I love reading your how to guide they're fun to read and I was wondering if you do a how to be the brother's sugar mama 🤣

So I'm not going to lie, I'm pretty sure Lucifer would let you be his Sugar Mama over his actual dead body so... I did a Sugar Baby instead. If you really want me to write the Sugar Mama, message me and I wiiilllll but I think it’s more of a stretch then I was comfortable taking otherwise. But if we're doing this at all, we're going to have to do it NSFW people. It’s going to be sort of unavoidable either way, so strap in cause I sure did.

How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby

Make the Most of Your Bartered Soul!

Well, well, well this is quite the arrangement you've made with the forces of Hell now, isn't it? There's nothing wrong with expecting a full return on your investment since you did give away your soul for this so it's time to enjoy that compensation! While we're sure that you're ready to be spoiled rotten by your beloved demon, there are going to be certain things expected of you in order to keep that affection flowing. In our guide, How to be a Demon's Sugar Baby, we will give you insight into what kind of actions you should expect to perform as well as the benefits you can receive when you start pampering your dearest demon! Always remember, love isn't material, but having good stuff is really nice regardless!

ATTENTION: This guide contains material not suitable for all workplaces. Reader's discretion advised.

Lucifer

What a wonderful selection for this kind of relationship because this demon is loaded! You need not worry about asking for too much. Whatever your heart's desire, Lucifer can provide.

HOWEVER… He's not a very generous demon. Every cent that he gives you, you will have to earn. The man isn't in the business of giving handouts, even to cuties like yourself.

Lucifer can be a demanding Sugar Daddy for sure. He will expect you to be ready for him at the drop of a hat. One text, one call, even a passing mention of your name, and you should be there. No questions asked or you will be punished.

It pays to be astute with Lucifer, too. If you're good, then he shouldn't even have to command you. One step in the room and you should know just what to do and how he's going to want it. Though remember, even if he doesn't say much, he's in control here.

There will be times where he's not looking for a little release and just needs some relaxation. You'll, of course, be expected to provide for that too: back rubs, tea, and pleasant conversation are all options you should get acquainted with very quickly.

Understand this now, anything short of perfection is not tolerated. If he's taking you anywhere, you're going to have to look/be amazing Every. Time. He'll make sure you'll have everything for it, but there's going to be no slacking off with him. Ever.

If you're looking to satisfy Lucifer, you won't just be a side piece or arm candy. You will be a trophy and he will spoil you like one.

Mammon

So maybe you don't like your Sugar Daddy with a lot of cash, but just the inability to say "no" to you in nearly any capacity…? Then Mammon's is your perfect pick!

True, it may not be wise to choose a Sugar Daddy who seems chronically without sugar to give but if there's any gambler in you then Mammon can be a near constant rush.

His highs are your highs, if he's out gambling then he'll want you on his arm or in his lap for good luck. Cheer him on and sprinkle in a bit of teasing because he's positive he makes better bets when he feels on top of the world.

If he makes a killing, then it's an all night celebration. He may even cover you in the Grimm just to enjoy how it looks. You won't stay like that very long though, because he'll need to have his way with you quite a few times before the sun comes up.

Don't fret, most of that money that he makes is going to go towards you anyway. You won't have to worry about him putting his bills over his Sugar (even if it's ill-advised).

Do remember that Mammon is a cheapskate at heart, but you shouldn't have any trouble bypassing that if there's something you want. Flash him some big, watery eyes and he'll cave every time until he goes broke again...

And then his lows are your lows… But if you still show him kindness and compassion even when he's flat broke, we guarantee he will never leave your side.

Leviathan

Are you an otaku/gamer/geek who wants copious amounts of that sweet, sweet merch and a little love on the side? Then you also want Levi.

Just know that this demon is desperate for love in his life so you'll be busy on most days. Levi needs to be lavished in attention: cuddles, pets, kisses, and probably more sex than you can process. He's veeery pent up...

Thankfully, he stays in his room all the time so you can do whatever you like away from prying eyes! Which is good, because he tends to get adventurous when he's confident. There won't be a spot in his room you two have not been before.

Like Mammon, Levi's going to need a cheerleader as much as he does a lover. Nothing is quite like starting a competitive match with someone very vocally in your corner.

We do hope you like anime, video games, or general geekry because he won't tolerate indifference. You need not have memorized the entirety of the TSL Extended Compendium, but you should at least be able to identify his favorite characters or scenes in anything he watches. You won't last long otherwise.

If you can then consider the entirety of Akuzon's wares to be yours. You'll only need to ask. If there's any particular series that you enjoy, expect its merch to be gifted to you whenever he sees it. He'll have very little self-control (especially if it's all for you).

Truthfully, we have no idea where Levi gets his money so just don’t question how he keeps buying you so many things... It's probably some shady cryptocurrency or black market type stuff so we recommend you stay out of his finances, lest you learn something you regret...

Satan

Ah, an intellectual are you? Not satisfied with just a fancy new car or a designer handbag? Do you need the very best that the world has to offer? The most beautiful, artistic, and thought-provoking goods you can find?? Then really your only choice is Satan.

… But do you like pets? We sincerely hope you like pets…

In truth, Satan will want two things from you: some stimulating conversation and a little pet play.

This is very much a "gentleman by day" arrangement. He'll be sure to treat you to very nice things all the time: wine tastings, art shows, even red carpet events thanks to his connections.

He won't mind taking you anywhere as long as you can engage that brain of his. Abstract conversations or discussions about hard topics will earn you even better trips the next time around...

But "by night" you will have a nickname, a collar, and probably a tail plug too. This man is bound and determined to have a cat and he does not care how.

If the idea of crawling for him makes you want to save face then don't worry. You needn't be an obedient kitty, not even for him.

In fact, he'd much prefer you act out from time to time because if there's one thing he likes more than cats, it's brats. Be cute for him and maybe he'll go easy on you if you like.

Asmodeus

Do you like shopping? Just, the act of shopping in general? Do you want someone who won't just sign a check but shop with you? Asmo's the man.

He loves shopping and he loves shopping for you! He won't just stand outside the dressing room on his phone, he'll be a very active participant in making you happy.

A veeerrry active participant… Everywhere… Probably including that dressing room…

You need to understand now that Asmo is insatiable. Whatever you believe a high sex drive is, double it and then you will get Asmo on a Tuesday.

He's giving. Very giving in fact, in money and in bed, but that won't change that he is a monster. His stamina is unreal, his desire is unmatched, and assuming that you are not an incarnation of Aphrodite herself You. Will. Not. Keep. Up.

If you choose to be with Asmo it will be a hellish bliss. You will be pampered like royalty on a sea of euphoria until the tide overtakes you and you drown.

If this warning isn't enough to dissuade you, we wish you the best of luck. Asmo may bring you to the greatest highs of your life, but he very much can be the death of you too...

Beelzebub

You know, food can be expensive. Especially if you have a bit of an appetite… If an endless food supply is what you're after, then you need Beel in your life!

He'll always be down to go out and try new foods or take you to whatever restaurant you like (provided he's eating there too, of course).

Considering the amount that he eats there's no way you can top his bill so order as much as you like! You'll get through what? Four? Five courses? He'll get cut off around 12.

Restaurants aside, food will be mostly what Beel expects from you so we do hope you like cooking. Cuddles and kisses are well and good but this demon needs to eat.

Speaking of which… Truthfully, being with Beel is almost just like a normal relationship but there's just one catch….

Beel is practically an oral addict. He will want to get a taste of you and once he does you ought to resign yourself to being his new fix.

A session with Beel is not for the faint of heart. He can be down there for hours and won't stop even if you're a drooling, overstimulated wreck. His aftercare is sweet but it's a hell of a journey getting there. Be warned.

Belphegor

So maybe all these other options just sound like too much work... You want a Sugar Daddy, but someone who's on the laidback side, right? Introducing Belphegor.

Belphie is a man of simple pleasures. A quiet afternoon, a long nap, and maybe a game or some mischief in the middle of the night. You won't have to worry about doing very much because he won't be conscious very long...

He will, however, get his money's worth in the hours that he's awake.

Belphegor is a lazy soul, so don't expect him to put much work into things. His favorite tactic will be to get you so frustrated that you jump him. Then he can just sit back and enjoy the fun with a smug smile on his face…

If you're not riding him in some way then you're probably going to be his new pillow. He will find a way to sleep on you in every position possible until he finds a favorite and just sticks to that.

As far as what he offers, Belphie will pretty much just toss money in your direction and leave it up to you to spend it. He’s not a shopping man...

In the rare cases that he does go out and buy you a gift take it as a compliment. You’ve motivated him to leave the House for longer than twenty minutes so you must be exactly what he was after.

For more of my “How Tos...” check out my Masterlist!

#obey me #obey me shall we date #shall-we-date-obey-me #obey me lucifer #obey me mammon #obey me leviathan #obey me satan #obey me asmodeus #obey me beelzebub #obey me belphegor #obey me headcanons #obey me hc

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untaemedqueen · 4 years ago

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Merry Christmas Kitten

Mafia!Jimin x Wife!Reader

Genre: Mafia!AU, Drabble, Fluffy Babies

WordCount: 2K

Warnings: Suggestive Actions and Words, Fluff, Crying Jimin

A/N: Merry Christmas my TBC/TLD fans!

Based On The Book: The Bird Cage/The Lions Den

"What're you up to?"

The voice draws your attention and you smile at your husband as he enters the apartment.

"Putting the presents under the tree before the kids wake up." you whisper softly, pointing to the long hallway where your children sleep comfortably.

"Oh, you're my Santa Claus this year, Kitten?" Jimin jeers sweetly, unbuttoning his suit jacket at a leisurely pace.

"Well I don't have a big belly so maybe a Mrs. Claus?" you joke, tilting your head.

His chuckle resounds throughout your new living room. His arms encircle you while his plush lips brush against your temple.

"Are you upset you can't be my Santa this year?" your husband inquires.

You snort gently, pulling away from him to look up at his handsome face. His silhouette is highlighted by the holiday lights that wrap around the large pine tree.

"What do you mean? Am I upset that I'm not pregnant?" you ask, feeling his hands run below your cardigan.

His skin is warm against yours and you never felt more relaxed.

"Yeah, I know you miss it." he murmurs, tilting your chin up with his index finger.

"Four kids is plenty, plus we're busy all the time. So it's not a total loss, I can do without it." you reply with a gentle smile.

"Wow, how did I get so lucky with you? Hmm, Kitten?" your husband coos.

He presses his lips to yours again and you melt in his arms so easily. He nibbles on your bottom lip, lifting you easily into his arms.

His walk to the couch is short and quick. He isn't shy about plopping you down onto the comfortable piece of furniture.

"My pretty Kitten." he whispers, running his thumb over your bottom lip.

He wrinkles his nose as he looks down at you. You're still the most gorgeous woman he's ever known. He's never gotten over how you're the first and only woman he's ever put any stake into.

When he steps away from you to pour himself a glass of whisky, you turn your attention to the large bay windows of the living room.

The balcony as well as the windowsills are covered in fresh blankets of snow. The glass of the windows themselves are frosted and hazy from the warmth inside the large apartment.

The glow from the streetlights leaves a pleasant shine to the snow covered cars and pavement. The sight fills you with joy. You only started to enjoy Christmas when your children were born. To see them so excited each year to see what Santa Claus has bought them is the highlight of your December month.

Although you're coming to the realization now that Hawon is beginning to understand that these presents she receives on the winter holiday are not from a very rotund man that lives on the North Pole but from her two loving parents. Such is the product of having a nine year old daughter.

You've become used to your kids not wanting to sleep on Christmas Eve, the amount of sugar combined with the excitement of the morning after and the giddiness from playing with their cousins is completely normal to you. You're used to them waking up at the crack of dawn, screaming for both you and Jimin to wake up.

But this Christmas is special, in ways unimaginable.

"You want a glass of wine, Kitten?" your husband asks, plopping down beside you.

You shake your head, smiling at him as he runs his hands over your bare thighs.

"You made the new apartment so beautiful. I'm sorry I've been busy. It's been a lot of work to win the Busan Police over to our side."

You can see how guilty Jimin looks and it breaks your heart. For years, everything he's done has been for your family. And you're more than grateful.

Sitting up on your knees, you give him a warm smile. You wrap your arms around his neck, taking in the rich scent of his cologne.

"Never apologize for taking care of us, Chim. We're so lucky to have such a good man like you in this family." you say honestly.

He snorts gently, placing his hands on your hips as you straddle him.

When his hands run over your nightgown, the silk draws him in like this is the first time he's touched you.

"How are you always so perfect? Hmm? You've given me four beautiful babies, you've made my heart swell more than anything and anyone. You're unreal. Like a dream." your husband mumbles, leaning in for a kiss.

His lips are incredibly soft against yours, they move in time with yours perfectly. It's sensual, addictive and so perfectly Park Jimin.

When he pulls away, his eyes focus on the clock above your Christmas tree.

"Merry Christmas, Kitten." he whispers against your cheek.

"Merry Christmas, Daddy." he groans gently at the pet name, pulling your hips closer to him.

You gasp gently when he nibbles at your collarbone. His touch is simply magic, you can feel a whimper pass your lips as he holds you so tightly to him.

“Fuck,” he curses softly, completely abandoning his whisky for something even more intoxicating.

His fingers pull down the thin straps of your black nightgown, kissing at the skin just below them.

You hiss gently when your sex brushes against him. He takes this time to flip you over, your hair splays over the large couch cushions and you gasp gently at the sudden shift.

“Goddamn, Kitten. You’re so beautiful.” his voice is filled with wonder.

His hands shove up your gown, exposing your bottom half to him and he’s very quickly becoming delirious with arousing intentions.

“Who do you belong to?” he prods, raising an eyebrow as he looks up at you.

“You, Daddy. Only you.” you whimper, running your fingers over the dark green dress shirt he wears.

“That’s right.” he mumbles, bending down to kiss you.

His hands reach higher, fumbling with the silk material enwrapping you. He can only think of one thing -- you engulfing him in your pleasure.

“God, I love you.” he groans, pressing his hard erection to your loins.

“I love you too,” you reply breathlessly.

He’s stolen the oxygen from your lungs and all that remains is a coiling desire that blooms in your belly.

When you lift up to unbutton his shirt, his hands leave your sides to inch up to your breasts. His fingertips graze your stomach and he hums gently.

His lips find yours once again, biting your bottom lip for entrance and you accept immediately. He kisses you languidly, there’s no need to rush he would wait a million years for you.

His eyebrows furrow as he gasps gently against your lips.

Your skin feels so soft in his hands. Like proving dough.

Something is different. You’re usually soft but not this buttery and rich.

“Kitten.” he grumbles against your lips.

You hum inquisitively pulling away from him to card your fingers through his hair. He sits up on his knees, completely forgetting the task at hand.

“What’s wrong?” you mumble, pressing the tips of your fingers to your swollen lips.

Your husband sits back on his heels, the cogs in his mind slowly turning. When his hands grip at your breasts, he tilts his head. Your bottom lip purchases between your teeth, your eyelids lowering with lustful intentions.

He squeezes them while raising an eyebrow. You do your best not to flinch, but it’s a difficult task. They’re swollen and painfully heavy.

When Jimin notices your scrunched up expression, he scoffs gently.

“You have something to tell me?” he quips, eyes widening.

“No. I don’t think so,” you reply, unbuttoning his shirt with dexterous fingers.

“Kitten,” he chides softly.

He lifts you up easily, discarding the silk nightgown from your body.

You hide the knowing smirk that wants to grace your features quite well.

“Why are your tits so swollen?” he mutters, sucking a breath in through his teeth.

“Not sure.” you breathe out, pushing the shirt off of his body.

His hands trail lower and you sigh gently.

“Fuck me,” you whine, tugging at his suit pants.

He doesn’t reply, his curious mind already coming to multiple conclusions as to why you feel so different beneath him.

“Chim!” you huff.

“Shhh!” he silences you.

His hands are tentative as they reach your stomach. His digits flex nervously and you raise an eyebrow at how unsure he is.

You would think this is his first child and not his fifth.

When he presses his hands to your womb, his eyes flutter shut. “Your womb is hard.” he observes with silent wonder.

“Oh, really? That’s weird.” you mutter, holding a giggle back.

His skin stays planted to your stomach for what feels like forever and you pout at his stillness. He’s like a goddamn statue.

“I thought you were going to give me Christmas sex!” you whinge, sitting up.

“Are you pregnant, Kitten?” he inquires, already knowing the answer.

You look over at the clock again before sighing audibly.

“Fine,” you grumble, standing up off the couch.

His eyes follow you, your outline is blurry from the joyous tears that threaten to spill over his cheeks.

“K-Kitten?” your husband’s voice cracks and you snort gently to yourself.

Bending down to the bottom of the tree, you pull out a small box from the midst of other large packages and toys wrapped up for your children.

Turning to him, you press the box to your chest.

He whimpers gently, opening his hands like a baby for the box. “Are you pregnant for me again?” he asks once more.

You smile warmly at him, tossing him the box which he catches easily with one hand.

“Just tell me, I like to hear it from your lips.” he chides, ripping the wrapping paper off with a speed that could rival Usain Bolt.

He takes a sharp breath between his teeth as he looks down at the small white cardboard box.

His eyes flit from you to the package in his lap that feels as light as a feather but has the importance of the heaviest weight.

“Kitten,” he breathes out.

He doesn’t know what to do. Like most times he’s assumed you’re pregnant. But, even when he’s simply assumed it, he’s always been right.

You haven’t been actively trying and he’s been so busy lately since you’ve all moved to Busan that it hasn’t even flitted past his thoughts. Which is why this is the biggest shocker to him.

He seems to hold his breath as he lifts the lid of the box in question.

The living room is silent apart from the sounds of rain in the distance you play for Minseok to sleep easier.

Jimin's hands shake as he pries the wrapping paper away from the contents of the box.

A loud sob rips from your husband. His hands cover his face while he cries happily.

You fold your arms over your breasts, laughing at his emotional state.

"Kitten," he whimpers.

Wiping his face, your husband looks through the box of presents.

He doesn't even know what to look at first. The pregnancy test that say positive is his first glance. Then his second glance falls on the sonogram picture in the middle of the box.

He cries softly, pulling the picture from the box. "Come here," he beckons you, opening his arms.

With a giggle, you walk over to Jimin. His arms wrap around you like needy vines.

His cheek mushes against your hardened womb and you call feel the tears that fall and coat your skin.

"Aigo," you whisper, running your hands over the back of his neck.

"I'm so sorry I didn't notice, Kitten. I'm so sorry," he apologizes profusely, turning his head so his forehead rests against you.

"I bought the baby a little stocking." you whisper with a smile.

He hums cutely, unable to form words as his happiness floods through him.

Bending over him, you pull the stocking out of the small white box.

Wiping his tears away, he narrows his eyes at the letters along the stocking.

'Park Baby #5'

He chuckles softly, looking up at you like you tether him to this planet. His eyes are so soft, so completely adoring you.

He stands tall, pressing his hand to your stomach as he bends down. His lips are gentle against you, kissing you with unbridled love and adoration.

"I love you." he whispers.

"I love you, too." you reply, handing him the stocking.

He looks down at it, a cute pout forming on his features.

"I can't believe it," he mutters, walking over to the fireplace.

It's then that he notices a seventh hook above the roaring brick opening.

You're such a slick woman. It's incredible.

When he hangs the small stocking, he feels his heart race at the sight. You've always been such an impressive lady.

"Merry Christmas Kitten." he swoons.

"Merry Christmas Daddy," you reply with a wide smile.

He falls to his knees before you, kissing your flat stomach and you can all but die right then and there. He's perfect and he's yours.

"I can't believe I didn't notice. I'm so sorry." he whispers against your skin.

You snort gently, tilting your head. "Now you know."

He nods in agreement, his eyes fluttering closed at the new information.

Moving to Busan is the best thing you've ever done, in your opinion.

"So… are we not having sex now? Or?" you find yourself asking.

He laughs gently, looking up at you as he places his chin against your stomach.

"Of course I'm going to fuck my pregnant wife, are you insane? I need to thank you for making me the happiest man alive." he retorts, standing up.

You grip onto his belt, pulling him toward your bedroom. "With your cock?"

"Yes, Kitten. I'm going to thank you with my cock." he mumbles, wrapping his arms around you and trudging behind you to the bedroom.

#tbc #tld #mafia!jimin #drabble #merry christmas kitten #mafia!jimin x you #mafia!jimin x reader #mafia!jimin x wife #mafia!bts

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