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ylangelegy · 5 months ago

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⋆.˚ childhood best friend ♡︎ chan.

── .✦ the one where bang chan learns what 'home' means. #우리의_찬란한_청춘_방찬에게 #BrightestStarBangChan

✰ gn!reader, idol!chan, fluff!!!, angst 🙁, childhood best friends, long distance friendship, homesickness, hurt/comfort, ambiguous romance [pining/crushes], open ending. end notes included! ❤︎ all sfw. intentional lowercase. wc: 1,800+

🧸 childhood best friend chan who moves in next door, who came from seoul to sydney and was scared he wouldn't meet anyone his age.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is the only one to attend your birthday party. he flashes you a grin and tries to cheer you up by saying, "that just means more cake for us!"

🧸 childhood best friend chan who introduces himself as christopher— but you can call him chris, he says hastily. he knows his full name is too long. you assure him no, it's okay, you'll call him christopher. he rewards you with another one of his signature dimpled smiles. the first of many.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who spends most of his summers with you. his next door neighbor, his new best friend. he tries to teach you how to play soccer. you burn songs you think he'll like on to CDs. the two of you learn to bike down your street. see? you both still have the scars to prove it.

🧸 childhood best friend chan whose fondest memories with you are set in beaches. you're both still too young to surf, so you kill your time trying to outswim each other. it's a tender rotation of portraits— hands sticky with fruit-flavored ice cream, sand in your slippers, the smell of sunscreen.

🧸 childhood best friend chan slash guitar teacher. you spend one too many evenings out on his porch with his beat-up acoustic guitar. as his fingers gently guide yours over the strings, you consider romance. but for only a moment. because you'd rather have him like this than risk not having him at all.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who sticks to your side at school. everyone thinks you're dating; the two of you give up on correcting peers. chan doesn't quite understand why he's so happy to have people assume, and why he's even happier to have you acquiesce.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you, first, about what he plans to do. "it's just an audition," he tells you, but you already know. you already know what he's destined for, who he's going to be, as early as then.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who practices his bruno mars audition song with you over and over and over again until you forget what the original version sounds like. nowadays, whenever you hear just the way you are, it's only ever in the voice of thirteen-year-old christopher.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who calls you up excitedly, who only says two words. "i'm in," he breathes, and there's so many things you can say in that moment. of course you are, and i never doubted you, and you're leaving me?, but instead you settle on, "i'm proud of you."

🧸 childhood best friend chan who doesn't cry at the family dinner. doesn't cry at the airport. he laughs when you tear up, teases that you're being silly. think of it as summer camp, he tells you, and when he hugs you goodbye, his hands shake just a teensy bit.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who cries on the plane— because at least, there, no one who loves him will see.

🧸 childhood best friend chan slash trainee who keeps in touch. he texts a lot in those first couple of years. you'd like this café. these cherry blossoms look really good. dance practice today was tiring. you learn to read between the lines; he is saying i miss you, but he cannot say the words themselves, because then it becomes real.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who never misses a birthday, whether its yours or someone in your family's. shipping fees are too stressful and so he perfects the art of long-distance gift-giving. here, an 8tracks playlist. here, a digital flipbook. here, a video of him singing your favorite song.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who gets busy, who gets frustrated, who watches dozens of trainees debut before him. you try your darnedest to sympathize but there is only so much that you can know about this industry, about his lifestyle.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who never blames you. how could he? he made his choice. but still. but still. there are days, weeks, months, where he forces himself to keep his distance. because this is a whole other kind of hurting— saying goodbye and knowing that the door is still left open a crack.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who watches your life in pictures, in the squares of instagram photos, the tagged posts on facebook. you graduate high school, and then uni. you work part-time jobs. you finally learn how to surf. and he is proud, and he is hurt, and he is yours, still, in ways that neither of you can comprehend.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who, after being distant for what feels like forever, extends an olive branch in the form of a follow request. finstas are only just becoming a thing in his part of the world. every trainee has one. the first person he thinks to follow is you.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who starts reacting to your stories, who replies every so often. your haircut looks nice and how's your mum? and wow, that part of town has changed a lot. it's all so stilted, all so polite, but he's trying, he's trying, he's trying. he needs you to see that.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who finally calls you one evening to tell you everything. you are horrified by what he's gone through, by all the times he's been passed over, but chan reassures you. even as you apologize, again and again, for not knowing.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you, "i chose this. i want to keep choosing it. but—" a beat. then, softly, the words he's held himself back from saying. "i just miss you, that's all."

🧸 childhood best friend chan who slots right back in to your life. he's still plenty busy. at least now he knows that you're always just one message away, that you'll appreciate his updates of i met another aussie today or there's a new day6 song or i can finally stop dieting.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who excitedly tells you about 3racha. about his genius lyricist j.one and his killer rapper spearb. his own moniker is plain and simple, he says with a laugh. cb97. but it's him, it's his, it's a start.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who sends you the first demo of a song he's genuinely happy to have produced. my heart is in your hands, he jokes in the e-mail subject line. j.one is good. so is spearb. but chan, cb97, your christopher, who sings "i'd like to start off this speech with a 'thank you' to everyone that helped little chris to grow up"? he's everything.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who tells you in vague terms that he might not be reachable for some time. there's a lot of things he wants to tell you, wants to divulge. there are other people on the line, now, though, and so he holds back. you understand. you tell him you'll wait. he is so, so grateful.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is introduced as the leader of JYPE's newest boy group. he is not christopher or chris. he is chan, now. bang chan. you watch the survival show with his family. you give them a handwritten letter for him, when they go to visit him in south korea. you see him become everything he said he would be.

🧸 childhood best friend chan whose hair is two-toned dirty blonde and aqua blue when he debuts with hellevator. you buy his photocard. you still have it up in your room; it makes him cringe, but he is secretly pleased that you cared enough to do such a small thing.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who bears the weight of impossible expectations. leader, producer, idol. son, brother. friend. he is so many things all at once. they say he is too much. they say he is not enough. he doesn't know who to listen to.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who blames himself for things that are beyond his control. for 2019. for 2020. for 2021. for— there isn't a year where chan isn't blaming himself for something, really.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who finds comfort in the smallest of things. a noisy dorm with seven other boys. the thrill of turning a note in to a living, breathing song. you. your little updates. you. your easy responses. you. your unwavering support. you, you, you.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who wonders often sometimes what it would have been like if he stayed.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who can see it so, so clearly. the college you would have both gone to. working at the record store; busking in the mall. summers of surf and sun. your fingers fitting in to the spaces between his.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who thinks he would have been happy with that life. happier than right now?... he's not sure. all he knows is that he would have been happy. the two of you could have been so happy.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who often sometimes feel like his youth was taken from him. his teenage years were spent as a trainee; his early twenties were spent fighting for every scrap. he doesn't regret the choices he made. he doesn't want to. he can't.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who doesn't tell you any of this. a part of him doesn't have to. you know just how much he gave up. you know just how much he gained. you know why there are certain encores that make him cry, why there are songs he can't bear to perform live. why it's always so hard for him to name 'home' nowadays—

🧸 childhood best friend chan who wants to believe that 'home' means sydney. who, to make things easier, says 'home' is seoul. who will sometimes say that 'home' is STAY, 'home' is stray kids. who knows, deep down, that home is a three-letter word of y-o-u.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who, when he makes his way back to sydney, is scared shitless. he's been gone for so long. it's an endless litany of 'what if's. what if berry doesn't recognize him anymore. what if all his favorite restaurants have shut down. what if you realize you don't like the person he's become. what if, what if.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who is only partially reassured when he realizes there's still a spot for him at the dinner table, when his old friends don't treat him any differently, when the path to the park still feels familiar.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who realizes that all of his worries are unfounded when you greet him with "long time no see, christopher." not chan. not chris. christopher.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who smiles the same way that he had when he first met you. all bright eyes and dimples.

🧸 childhood best friend chan who holds out his hand, waiting to see if you'll take it.

✰ i think a lot about a line in The Myth of Sisyphus, where it goes something along the lines of "one must imagine sisyphus happy." in some way, this is me #coping (lol). one must imagine bang chan happy. because maaan, does he deserve it. happy birthday, chris.

#bang chan x reader #bang chan x you #chan x reader #bang chan imagines #bang chan fluff #bang chan angst #stray kids x reader #skz x reader #stray kids imagines #skz imagines #( this felt very personal. lol )#( i rlly care 4 bang chan lots n lots and i just. really hope he's good )#( ouuu this made me SAD. im out of commission guys ... )#(🥡) notebook #(⚡️) page: skz

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thornsnvultures · 2 years ago

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laundry day

eddie munson x plus size!fem!reader

summary: eddie catches you reading something saucy at the laundromat while you wait for your load to finish.

cw: smut (18+, no minors), mutual pining, nipple play, fingering, lil bit of edging, teasing/cocky!eddie (in like a playful way, he's not mean)

a/n: thanks to @ozarkthedog for being super encouraging as always ❤

Just imagining running into Eddie at the laundromat. It's hot outside, a muggy 80 degrees, and he's in cut off jeans that he chopped himself and an Iron Maiden tee. There's industrial size fans blasting from the corners of the room, hanging from the ceiling. They feel like they're blowing hot air around the room more than anything.

When you walk in with your basket he's already there, playing with the claw machine they inexplicably installed at the beginning of summer. Like they didn't have enough machines here already that ate up all your quarters. His head turns briefly when you walk in and you awkwardly wave and say hi out of courtesy. Of course you almost drop your laundry bag but Eddie's surprisingly quick, catching it before it slips out of your hands.

"Careful there." His boyish grin is surprisingly disarming. You find yourself staring at his dimples for a moment too long.

"Right, sorry," you force out a laugh and try not to cringe. Eddie's a bit weird but hot in a way that makes you act a little stupid.

You pick a machine far away from the one that's already running, presumably his, so you don't have to sort out your under-things with him right next to you.

"C'mon, c'mon...Dammit!"

Looking up from your pile of clothes you see Eddie squat in front of the claw machine to put more coins in, the black bandana hanging from his pocket drags on the floor. You can't help but to watch, it's kind of entertaining. His tongue is poked out in concentration, his ringed fingers tapping the stick ever so slightly to nudge the crane into the perfect position. Eddie looks around the sides of the glass box to make sure he's lined up just right and smacks the button to make the grabber drop. He curses when it snags the plushie's arm but doesn't pull it free.

It's been a full minute and a half and you've been standing there holding the same pair of panties, watching him and not sorting a damn thing. You don't have anything else to do today but you can't stand there and ogle either. So you shake your head and get back to it, finally tossing in a load as he loses for the third time since you got here.

You sit down and crack open the book you brought. It looks like he's out of quarters now. You feel kinda bad, he seemed pretty excited about whatever's in there.

He's pacing around the room now, sitting still and waiting for something doesn't seem like a skill he has, and singing to himself. You never thought of Eddie Munson as a singer but you can hear him enough over the machines and he sounds...good.

It's impossible to read with him pacing the room looking like that. With his short sleeves rolled up to his shoulders, showing off all his tattoos. And the one on his thigh that you didn't see when you walked in, that one had to be new. You were starting to zone out, thinking about Eddie and his tattoos and your long, long week of working doubles. It was hard saving up enough to get out of this town but you were determined to do it. Even if it left you drained at the end of every week.

A loud bang in front of you had you nearly jumping out of your skin.

"Whatcha reading?"

Eddie smiled at you from atop the washing machine he was now sitting on. You looked down at the cover that he could clearly see, the racy cover showing a fair maiden being ravished by a swoon-worthy, shirtless pirate. With a gasp you closed the book and put it face down in your lap.

"Nothing. It's- I'm not even reading it really, just skimming."

"Looking for all the steamy bits, huh?"

Eddie's shit eating grin made your face feel hot and you sputtered, trying to think of anything that wouldn't make you seem like a weirdo basically reading porn in public.

"Is it any good?"

"What?"

"The book. Is it any good?"

"I, uh...it's okay," you mumbled, messing with the hem of your shorts instead of looking at him. You couldn't. Not with that blinding smile, those dimples and pretty brown eyes making your stomach flip more than any of the bodice-ripping going on between the pages in your lap.

"Just okay? What would make it better?"

Oh god, why is he doing this. You wish he had won the toy from the machine so he could play with that instead of you right now.

When you don't answer Eddie jumps down off the machine and grabs the book from your lap. He ignores your protests as he leafs through the pages.

"You're mine now," the Captain growls at my ear. "Not a prim, proper lady of society. Not aboard my ship."

Eddie's voice changes to that of a grissled pirate as he reads. It's shocking, at first the horror that he's actually reading your book out loud, then how you respond. Your thighs tighten and you swallow, your mouth suddenly gone dry. Eddie's whole posture changes. He stands taller, more confident, like he truly is a grim, dominating pirate who kidnapped Lord Quimbly's only daughter.

Captain Blackburn roughly pushed up my skirts, bending me over his massive oak desk. I'd never felt more exposed and completely at someone else's mercy. Before I knew it, his manhood was pressing into me there, breaking me, ruining me for all others.

"Okay, wait, hold on," Eddie's teasing grin and dramatic tone vanished by the end of the passage. His brows furrowed as his finger traced the page and he read it again to himself. "That's it? He's just whipping it out and going to town? Breaking and ruining her? Fuckin' hell. I see what you mean." Eddie shook his head, flipping through more of the book.

"I mean, it's not great. But aren't most dudes like that anyway?" You laugh but it's true, the dudes you've been with in the past haven't cared much for seeing to your needs. Eddie, however, looks personally offended.

"They shouldn't be."

Eddie handed you back your book, not that you wanted to go back to reading it now anyway.

"Are you like that?"

The question slipped out before you could stop it. And you felt like you already knew the answer.

"Am I like what?"

"Other guys."

Eddie's playful smirk was back. Maybe you did want to be a toy for him to play with after all.

"Want me to show you? Hmm?" Eddie reaches out with one ringed finger and tips your chin up to look at him. "Want me to take care of you like those other guys couldn't?"

"No. Yes. I don't know." Your eyes search his, for what you don't know. For him to tell you what you want so you don't have to admit to yourself you want him to rail you at the laundromat while no one's around? Maybe.

"Tell me. Tell me you want me to make you come."

"Yes. Please."

Your desperate little plea is all he needs to hear apparently because in the next second he's pulling you up on your feet and kissing you. Eddie's mouth is hungry on yours, devouring yours. Turning in his arms, you jump up on to the washing machine and pull him closer. The metal is a welcome cold against your sweat slick thighs and Eddie's even more welcome between them. You scoot to the edge of the machine to grind against the bulge pushing against his zipper.

"Please, Eddie." You don't mean to sound so whiny, but you want him to keep his promise. You want him to make you feel good, to make you come.

"Shh, I'm here. There's no one else. I've got you," his words whispered in between kisses along your neck makes your spine tingle. He's got that same air of dominance as when he was reading your book and it's got you soaking through your cotton shorts.

Eddie's hands massage your breast, tugging at your nipple until your writhing against him. The ridge of his denim covered cock provides just enough friction for you to come from just this. His lips leaving love bites where anyone can see, his fingers pulling and squeezing to the point of pain, a pain that shoots straight to your clit. Just one more second and he'd have you screaming, but all at once he pulls away.

"Eddie," you sob, "don't stop, please."

"I've barely touched you and you're almost in tears," his mocking tone would piss you off if his touch wasn't so gentle. Holding your face so delicately, pressing soft kisses to your jaw like he didn't just bring you to the edge only to pull you away.

"Please, Eddie."

"Love the way you beg for me. So pretty when you beg."

Eddie's nose rubs against your jaw, nuzzling against you like a cat. You wouldn't be surprised if he started purring.

He nudges your thighs open a little wider, squeezing them and groaning at the way his fingers dig into your flesh.

"Next time you're gonna let me get my face between these thighs, princess. It's already killing me not to sink my teeth into 'em."

"Next time?"

Eddie looks you dead in the eyes, watches them roll back, and cups your pussy over your shorts.

"Next time. Because this is mine now."

You kiss him again then because, fuck, no one's every looked at you like that. Like you were worth keeping, like you were worth a next time. No one's fucked you in an empty laundromat either, but it looked like Eddie was full of surprises.

"It's yours," you press your forehead to his, trying to stop your head from spinning. "Make me come."

Eddie slips his hand into your shorts and curses.

"No panties? You've been sitting here this whole time with no panties on?"

"Stop saying panties. And yes, it's laundry day," you shrug like it's no big deal, which it isn't, but Eddie looks like he's about to pop five different blood vessels.

"You're in so much trouble," he groans as his fingers slip down to your soaked cunt. Your hole clenches around his finger tip like it's begging for him to push it in and he listens. Eddie fills you up with one, then two of his thick fingers. Teasing, spreading, stretching you open until you're writhing again. Your hips twist in time with his palm rubbing against your clit and it's heaven. He feels so fucking good and you tell him over and over until you're not sure you're saying words anymore.

Anyone could walk in and see the two of you at any time and it only makes you squeeze tighter around his fingers. Getting caught like this, spread open for Eddie like a whore while he bullies your cunt with his fat fingers. You're ruined for anyone else. Not like your book, with its heroine terrified of ruination, of being seen as dirty or less than. No you're ruined for ever being treated as less than, for accepting that no man will take the time to make you feel as amazing as you feel right now.

"Eddie, I'm gonna- oh god."

Your legs shake, you're right there. Eddie pulls his soaking wet fingers from inside you and you want to fucking scream, but he taps your clit and starts rubbing furious circles over the oversensitive nub.

"Come for me, show me."

His deep voice in your ear and the relentless pressure on your clit have you flying off the edge. Your body tensing, folding in on itself, all the air rushing out of your lungs as you implode from your release.

And Eddie holds you and kisses you and wipes his fingers on his shirt which should be gross but you don't care. It's laundry day, anyway.

"I meant it. You're mine. Not letting you tiptoe around me anymore."

"I don't tiptoe," you mumble into his neck. Your legs wrap around his waist as he settles between your thighs again. He's still painfully hard but it seems like he's fine with you clinging to him like a koala for now.

The washer buzzes under you, making you jump. Eddie doesn't want to let you go at first, but you give him an ultimatum that kicks his butt into gear.

"Help me finish my laundry and I'll blow you in your van." You look up at him through your lashes and laugh when he scrambles to pull you off the machine.

#eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x plus size!reader #eddie munson x fem!reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson x y/n #eddie munson fan fiction #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson headcanon #eddie munson one shot #eddie munson drabble #eddie munson imagines #my fics

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doomssoiree · 2 months ago

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DAYDREAM SERIES(txt ver.)

❤︎ ────living through five daydreams with five dreamy boys.

daydream one has been delivered…

DREAM #1:

(수빈)soobin. hold me down.

TROPE: office romance, boss + assistant, co-workers to lovers

TAGS: nsfw, smut, vanilla, fluff, slice of life

I was wondering, could you hold me down?

── SOOBIN BEGINS to realize he has more than a tiny infatuation for you after you take care of him and his morning hangover, prompting him to visit unannounced in the evening to sort out his feelings with you. little did he know, that would land him in a tub full of bubbles with you.

“If you love baby, let me hear you say it, I know I’m your favorite.”

── SOOBIN'S GROANS filled the space of the room, echoing off the walls and coming right back to him, further irritating his growing headache. the man sat up, as much as his aching body would let him, holding his hands over his face to avoid the sun glaring into his window, casting her warm rays over the room, which usually he’d find comforting but the hangover looming over his being made him unable to enjoy her visit to his morning. soobin wiped his hands down his face, trying to get rid of the exhaustion and drowsiness before opening his eyes, only to end up squinting against the stinging sunlight. he scanned his bedroom, picking up on the small disturbances in the usually organized room.

he noticed that his clothes from the night before were littered on the floor, some of the things on his dresser knocked over, his phone laying at the end of the bed, probably dead by now. these were small signs of soobin coming home drunk and making a mess, though before he could try and recollect on the events of the past, a soft knock from his door pulled him out of his thoughts. his eyes slowly moved towards the door, anxiety spiking at the idea of some woman his drunken self may have brought home coming through, which he was in no state to deal with.

“Mr. choi, can I come in?” the familiarity of the soft voice immediately soothed soobin’s worries, filling him with a sense of comfort that only one person on this earth can bring him, other than his family. “of course, come in.” soobin responded, as loud as he could without hurting his head more, voice deep and raspy from lingering sleep and the light scratch in his throat. a small smile found his lips as his lovely assistant pushed the door open, a warm smile on your own face and hands bearing your purse, flowers, and a plastic bag that made soobin a little curious. the man’s eyes followed you as you journeyed further into his room, watching as you placed your purse and bag on the bed before moving to place the fresh flowers in the vase on his nightstand, replacing the dead ones he’d been too busy to take care of.

“how are you feeling? Is the hangover bad?” you asked gently, making soobin groan at the reminder of the tension of the hangover weighing on him, “it’s pretty bad..” he mumbled, sounding almost inaudible due to the depth of his voice. you hummed in response to him, “I thought so. you should take some medicine.” soobin nodded agreement, following your figure as you moved closer to the bed and dug through your purse, pulling out a container of painkillers and then grabbing a bottle of water from the plastic bag. soobin’s smile only got bigger, dimples peeking as he accepted the medication and water.

soobin always adored how caring you were, more than he’d like to admit. it was just something about you going out of your way to do things like this and making sure he was at his best health, that made his heart swell. it was really just something about you, your kind and comforting aura, that drew him in, made him want to be closer. you had to be one of the best assistants that he’s had, and he had many. and maybe, he’s just saying that because he has a tiny infatuation with you, but at least he’s being honest.

“you’re too good to me. aren’t you tired of me?” soobin asked as he sat back against his headboard, running his ring clad hand through his hair, a lazy smile forming on his lips as you laughed at his question. “even if I was, I wouldn’t tell you.” you responded, earring a wider grin from him and a light shake of his head. when you started to move from his side, soobin felt a twinge of disappointment, already missing the banter that you two commonly shared before you were even gone, or maybe it was just you he’d miss.

“I brought you some tea and soup for your hangover, I’ll put them in the fridge before I go.” you told the man, earning a hum from him as he watched you near the door, a frown and a look of longing on his face, a reaction to you leaving that he didn’t realize was showing in his expression. oh how he wished to reach out and tell you to stay, take care of him, wash away the remaining ache that hadn’t been reached by your comfort yet.

“I’ll see you tomorrow Mr. choi. please rest well on your day off.” you gentle voice pulled his heartstrings, as did that cute little smile you gave him. you both shared a look of understanding, easily informing him that you cleared his schedule so he could recover without disruption, without saying anything. god he loved that. “I will, my love. and thank you.” soobin responded just as gently, noting the way your smile turned slightly timid at the pet name. you were just so gorgeous no matter what you did, huh? he gave a small nod as you waved goodbye, willing himself not to jump out of bed and cling to you like a dog who didn’t want his owner to leave.

your absence immediately made the room become ten times colder than before and the sun’s rays much duller, as if you took the sun herself, and the heat that came with it, with you. maybe he was just imagining things, but it felt like his world was so much colder, nearly grey when you weren’t around. the aura and the overall warmth that radiated off of you, genuinely made him feel so much better, like you just transfer your energy and easily cleanse his, make him feel relaxed and calm. there’s just something about you that made him feel so right, so at home.

god he missed you, it was a sickening feeling that had him hiding underneath his covers like a scared toddler, hiding from his thoughts of you, someone that worked for him. it was so strange that he thought of you this way, and he just couldn’t figure out why; or maybe he was just trying to avoid the reason why, because he was trying to convince himself that he shouldn’t feel such a way about his assistant, but the more he tried, the more he yearned to break that rule and hope you’d do or feel the same.

soobin sighed, closing his eyes so that he could sleep off these lingering feelings and the dull aching in his body. he needed to get a grip.

“first you love me, then you leave me in the basement. I know i’m favorite”

the steam hazed into the air, filling the kitchen with an infused scent of miso soup and raspberry hibiscus tea. the light mist fogged up soobin’s glasses as he took spoonfuls of soup into his mouth while staring at the documents on his laptop screen, but clearing as soon as it came once he put the utensil down. the warm liquid danced on his taste buds gently, waltzing gracefully down his throat and settling in his stomach peacefully, leaving a warm feeling that he’s never quite felt before while eating food; that was even more of a clear sign that the soup was homemade, other than the fact that it came in a glass container with strawberries on it, something only you would own. something about a home-cooked meal left such a fluttery feeling in soobin, he could easily feel the love that was put in it and it reminded him so much of his mother. the fact that you made it for him, made it ten times more special, made his poor heart squeeze.

he found it rather hard to focus with all these thoughts and feelings floating around, every single little thing making him think of you: the tea, the soup, his mother’s loving messages, his cat rubbing his calf, even the documents he keeps having to re-read. you just seem to be surrounding him, like you felt tiny pieces of yourself in everything he owned, the biggest pieces being in his mind and heart.

soobin sighed, shutting his laptop and leaning back in his seat, hands running through his hair in exhaustion, as if he hadn’t spent the past hour getting nothing done. this internal spiral he seemed to be going through was taking a toll on him, as well as that dull aching that was wrapping its cold hands around his body and soul. when he’d awakened earlier, around three pm, soobin had quickly discovered that this ache was not caused by his hangover; no, those symptoms had faded long before you left; it was something else entirely. it was the feeling of longing that settled in his bones, heavy sorrow that sat on his shoulders and dragged him down; there was a tight string around his mournful heart, and it tugged, tugged, and tugged, begging for him to follow and go to where he belonged. his heart missed you, and it was desperate to be with you, he needed to be with you, he yearned for it no matter how his mind tried to convince him otherwise.

oh, what was a man to do? what was he to do when these feelings were no longer ones to ignore, that ran too deep in his body and festered in the darkest corners within him. this tiny infatuation was never tiny, nor was it just an infatuation, this man was in love with you, and he had been from the moment he watched you be interviewed from the hallway outside of the conference room. soobin was in love with you.

soobin played with the thought a little in his head, let himself come to terms with it and made a silent agreement with his heart not to fight it anymore; by the time it really settled in his mind, he was already up and on the way to the door, leaving behind his meal. no meal was more important than you in the moment or any moment. he had to sort out these feelings with you before tomorrow or he might not be able to be in the same room with you without exploding.

“pussy so good it sets me on fire, I leave myself, I elevate higher.”

sounds of flowing water peeked from the crack of the door, like the sound of a flowing stream, whispering a soothing serenade to your weary body, calling you to its sanctuary of warmth and promising to make all your woes disappear, should you listen. you were tempted to, the coolness of the silk fabric tied around your body making your body feel extra sensitive, the fatigue making your bones groan with each movement you made. still, you would resist temptation till you finished organizing the orders for soobin’s business party next week.

being choi soobin’s assistant was never an easy job, but doing half of your boss’s work for the day, plus yours, proved to be more than your mind and body could handle. of course you were glad that the man got to rest after getting hammered the night before, but you seemed to have overestimated your skills a bit. you don’t even know how soobin runs a whole company without getting burned out. that man was an absolute god warrior. speaking of soobin, you wondered how he was holding up, if his hangover was any better. soobin was a strong man and probably gotten over it by now but you can’t help but worry about him, though you couldn’t tell if that was just because of your raging crush on him or just because he was your boss. either way you hoped he was okay.

a sudden knock pierced through your train of thought, prompting you to glance at the little clock in the bottom right corner of your laptop screen and wonder who was at your door at seven pm. you pushed your laptop out of your lap, setting it aside as you slid off the bed. you peeked into the bathroom from where you were standing, the tub not being even halfway filled to the point that you usually liked. you were thankful to soobin for being able to live in such a luxurious apartment that had a bathtub nearly the size of a pool. a small smile tugged at your lips at the thought, hands tightening the robe as you walked out of your bedroom, making sure none of your assets would be shown to whatever stranger you may greet.

the floorboards creaked under your light footsteps, the lights reflecting off the gold of your jewelry as you ventured to your front door, wondering who could be paying you a visit at such a time of the night. you expected it to be something bizarre, used to yeonjun and beomgyu popping up randomly with dumb suggestions of things to do for fun or out of this world stories to tell, but what you hadn’t anticipated to be oh so patiently waiting behind the door was your boss; choi soobin himself. your heart had leaped into your throat before you two even locked eyes, mind swirling on the possibility of reasons he could be at your doorstep right now.

“Mr. choi? what are you doing here?” you spoke up first, hoping your voice didn’t reveal how shocked and nervous you were. “just call me soobin for tonight. I’m not Mr. choi at the moment.” he told you softly, voice just as nervous as you were internally and a light blush dusted across the skin of his cheeks and nose as he rubbed the back of his neck; what surprised you more was the fact that he wanted you to call him by his first name, you didn’t know weather to be worried or endeared. he stared, as if waiting for you to repeat your question but with his name this time, you almost rolled your eye. “soobin, what are you doing here?” you asked again, for his satisfaction, heart leaping again at the way he grinned.

If only you knew how his own heart started racing at that; it just rolled off your tongue so smooth, he especial like the way you pronounced soo and bin with a tiny space between them, how cute. he just wants to drop the formalities all the way at this point, hear you say his name all day.

“I came to talk to you, my love. we have something important to discuss.” oh god, the way he said my love, so sweetly and lovingly, could send you straight to heaven. he always told you that you were too sweet, but choi soobin? he was the sweetest, and you just so happened to have a sweet tooth.

his words gave you slight anxiety, brain quickly racking through your every action throughout the day and wondering if you’d done anything to upset him in anyway; if he’s letting you call him soobin and calling you my love then it’s a slim chance, but that did not sooth your overthinking mind. as if he sensed your slight distress, soobin shook his head and took your hands in his, “don’t overthink it honey, it’s nothing bad, I promise.” he cooed, the pet name making your stomach erupt with butterflies. it’s the second time he’s used such sweet names in the past five minutes and you already felt you might vomit, in a good way.

soobin was always so quick to soothe your woes as quick as he sniffed them out, luring you out of your angst and overthinking with ease, like some kind of healing fairy. the first time he did it was what caused your little crush; you’d made a mistake that put him in a bit of trouble, though he was able to fix it. you’d beat yourself up about it, scaring yourself half to death because you believed he was going to fire you, but he was quick to shut it down. he’d held your face in his hands, gently shaking your head side to side as he reassured you that he wasn’t going to fire you, that he can’t fault you for a mistake on something he should have handle himself or at least help you with, it was your first week working with him and you were prone to mistakes.

he’d asked for forgiveness after comforting you, flashing you that charming smile that made his dimples so prominent, and sending your heart into a downward spiral straight into his hands. you’ll never forget that moment, and suddenly that was all you could think about as he held your hands, looking at you so tenderly and reassuring you so gently; you could just drown in him and never come up.

your stare seemed to make soobin nervous, the man shifting on his feet slightly and inhaling, swallowing with a light bop of his adams apple; it made you grin softly seeing your usually calm, collected, and charming boss so fidgety in your presence, though your not sure why, it was endearing still. soobin was having an inner crisis in the meantime, still trying to figure out how to talk to you about his feelings and wondering how the hell you're so cute and sexy at the same time. god you were such an angel.

“can I…come in?” he asked after clearing his throat, adding a bit of depth to his voice but still keeping his tone soft for you. you nodded with a gentle smile that made his heart thump harshly against his chest. he followed you into the apartment, to which he was familiar with since he bought it, so he didn’t bother looking around, the comfort of it already making him sure he’d spend the rest of his day here with you, if you’d let him.

soobin took the time to admire you as he sauntered behind: taking note of your shiny hair and pretty skin, your side profile he could slightly see from this angle, every curve and dip of your gorgeous self. he admired every perfect imperfection his eyes could see, just soaking you in and not doubting for a second in his mind that you were divinely made. oh how he longed to take you in his arms, hold you close and kiss each and every part of skin his lips could reach, worshipping you like you deserve. soobin was a weak, desperate man for you.

“so, what do you wanna talk about?” his heart jumps at the question, eyes watching as you sat down, rather gracefully in his opinion, and crossed your legs, his gaze dropping down to the smooth limbs and hands aching to touch him. he cleared his throat, ripping his eyes away and adjusting the collar of his dress shirt. he was feeling rather hot under your gaze.

“well…” he started, but the words sort of died on his tongue and fell back into the dark pit of his mind. he didn’t know how to put his feelings into full sentences; he didn’t want to just tell you that he was in love with you and that’s it, he wanted to tell you everything he felt in detail but then he’d sound like shakespeare. he didn’t know how to confess, but he wanted it to be respectful and not seem like he was forcing his feelings onto you, most of all he wanted it to be memorable.

soobin sank to his knees in front of you, like you were the queen herself, to him you were. he placed his hands beside both your thighs, maintaining his respectful stance while being so close in proximity. “listen, my love, I want to be honest with you.” he started, letting his mind speak while being mindful of the limited amount of words he had before he’d start rambling. he looked up, the small sparkle in your eyes making him smile, he loved your little curious looks. unfortunately for him, he couldn’t hear how your heart was beating furiously.

“I want you to know that i’ve loved you for quite some time now.” it was only the first sentence and both of you could feel your hearts beating out of your chests, breaths syncing up as nerves radiated in the air. “for the longest time, i’ve felt this ache in me that I couldn’t quite explain. I found myself missing you even when we were in the same room and yearning for you to be closer.” you’d forgotten how to breathe at this point, each word making your heart swell the more he spoke with so much love and almost a hint of desperation, you never believed someone could love you this much.

“I need you so bad, that it physically hurts.”

“my love, I love you so damn much, it makes me sick to my stomach.”

he expressed it like he was to die in the next minute, like they were his dying words that he had to say to you for him to be able to move on peacefully. you would have thought he’d just recited a poem with the way you teared up, with the way your heart felt as if it would explode out of your chest, it felt as if he’d set you soul on fire with the passion he put into the words he spoke. soobin, a little worried due to your reaction, moved his hands to your thighs, soothingly rubbing circles on the silk adorned skin and shushing you softly, not to stop you from possibly crying but to tell you to let his words settle for a few minutes. “you can cry, gorgeous, but don’t give me a response yet, that’s not what I came for.” he told you gently, leaning down to kiss your knee before resting his head there and basking in your beauty, something he could do for years.

as if soobin’s words and actions were a request, tears slowly descended down your cheeks, hands finding the man’s face and squishing it slightly, earning a smile as he leaned in your hand. the love and emotion that the two of you felt for each other melded together, floating slowly up into the air and surrounding you with a warm glow. you loved this man more than he knew, and you so badly wanted to tell him, return the feelings, stay in this moment forever but you would have to save that for later because you seemed to have just now remembered that you left the tub running.

soobin was a little shocked when you suddenly shot up from the couch, chuckling at the gasp you let out as you scurried away. he slowly stood up, placing his hand on his racing heart as he followed after you, letting the string that wrapped so tightly around the organ, guide him to where it wants to be. “must’ve forgotten something.” he mused with a smile as he stepped into the bathroom after you, watching fondly as you stopped the sigh of the faucet and sighed yourself, relieved that the water wasn’t too close to the top of the tub. soobin’s eyes scanned the spacious bathroom, noticing the dim lights, the lit candles, the bubbles floating over the water, and the flowers that littered the steamy liquids. you must have been planning on relaxing in the bath before he’d came by, which made him feel a little bad for interrupting.

“did I disturb you?” he asked as he approached where you were sitting on the edge of the tub, you shook your head, “no but you should be careful, you might slip-” your words were cut short as your foot slipped from under you, as if you’d jinxed yourself by trying to warn him. soobin barely had time to react when you grabbed onto his shirt in an attempted to save yourself, his arm flying out to wrap around your waist, which was no use because he ended up losing his own footing and making both of you tumble into the deep cavern of water and bubbles, the edges of the tub just high enough to keep any large amounts of water from splashing on the floor, save a few drops.

your bodies sunk into the water, colliding together as soobin landed on top of you and his face pressed against your wet shoulder as bubbles flew up around the both of you, falling in hair and over soaked bodies. soobin lifted his head, looking down at you with a wide grin and amusement dancing in his half-open eyes, finding this situation rather thrilling. “you could have just asked me to get in, you know? I would have said yes my love, didn’t have to pull me in.” he teased, using his wet, ring clad finger to place bubbles on your nose, making you roll your eyes. “you know I didn’t do it on purpose. you look like you’d preferred that way.” you teased back, earning a deep hum of agreement as the man pressed his forehead gently against yours, staring intensely, but lovingly into your pretty eyes.

“of course I do baby, I would fall with you or for you, anytime.” he responded lowly, breath gently fanning over your face, so gorgeous under the dim candlelight and the celestial shine pouring from the windows, the moon blessing him with such a piece of art. goosebumps littered your skin from the scent of him, infused with his cool, minty breath and the heavy weight of his words spoken into the tenison lingering in the air, making your skin feel hot from more than just the heat of the water.

soobin’s gaze dropped to your lips, plump and still covered with a faint coat of gloss. he wanted to taste them, meld his lips with them similar to how your bodies were. he wanted to slowly devour them, lick them, bite them, savour your flavor till he so addicted, that no food could feed his hunger for you. he wanted to run his hands all over you, feel every curve and imperfection, study it and memorize it. he wanted to become one with you, melt into you and become nothing but energy.

you could feel it too, the burning passion, the un-ignorable urge to tangle the strings of your hearts together so that neither of you could separate, so that your souls have no choice but to blend together and fill the room with an energy strong enough to burn the whole building down. the love he had for you, you could feel it strong now that you're here, in his arms. it’s tenfold, much deep than the words he had confessed, much louder for the whole world to hear. you feel it too, you felt it so deeply, so intensely, that your own feelings had no choice but to bubble up to the surface and overflow the tub.

“may I?” he asked as his eyes found yours again, voice as gentle as his touch, and barely above a whisper. the sparkle in your eyes told him yes, and so did your body as you pulled him closer, but soobin was nothing if not a gentleman, so he’d want hours till you verbally said yes, to kiss you; you couldn’t put into words how that made you feel. “yes, please..” you murmured, and it was nothing you had to beg for, but he found you doing so incredibly endearing. it was slow the way he leaned in, though he was needy, he took his time getting to you, inch by inch. once his lips met yours, he had to pause to savor the feeling, his whole body tingling at the sensation.

they were smooth, delicate, the thickness of them comparable to a pillow and the wetness of the gloss making him feel like he was kissing silk. he could recite a million adjectives about your lips alone. when he started to move, it was gradual, lips wrapped around yours in a gentle bite, taking his time to taste you and commit the flavor to memory. soobin’s free hand came up to hold your face, thumb delicately caressing your skin as he pushed closer to you, as if needing to be as close as humanly possible to you. a low groan, body shuddering slightly the longer your lips and his danced with one another. the kiss started to increase in intensity in only a few minutes, going from slow and sweet, to something more needy, hungry.

you devoured each other's lips with greed, needing more and more from each other with each passing moment. soobin couldn’t bother to hold back a single sound he made, and neither could you; the sounds of your mixed noises echoed around the bathroom, creating a lovely harmony that played well over the sounds of watering moving as your hands journeyed each other’s bodies eagerly.

soobin’s hand found yours under the water, and with a gentle grip on your wrist, he pulled up. his lips left yours slowly, eyes sharing a moment of intense contact that sent a spark of electricity through your body; he turned his head away, bringing your hand to his lips and placing sweet kisses on the pulse point, trailing them up your wrist and into your palm, making butterflies flutter wildly in your chest and stomach. “mm, you're so gorgeous. I could never get enough of you.” he said in a low voice, his lips trailing back down to your wrist and descending your forearm until he reached the inside of your elbow. he slowly turned your arm, continuing to kiss up it and reaching your shoulder. “can’t get enough.” he repeated as he littered your shoulder with kisses, making your stomach tingle with every little press of his lips.

soobin reached up to your face, hand cupping your cheek as he lifted your head slowly, proceeding to press his lips against your neck, earning little moans that made his heart thump harshly in his chest. he was making it his mission to cover every inch of your skin with his kisses. while he focused on his task, your hands were on their own mission, subtly undoing each button of his shirt, starting from the bottom and gradually reaching the top. as you opened his shirt, soobin shuddered, face flushing and mind reeling with the idea of being bare, under your loving gaze. “you're driving me crazy, baby.” he mumbled against the skin of your collarbone, goosebumps decorating his skin as your soft hands felt up his body, the heat of the water on his skin combined with the warmth of your hands making him rather feverish.

“soobin..” you breathed out as the man lightly sucked on a spot just above the valley of your breast, tongue darting out to lap over the little mark he made. “can I take this off, my love?” he asked politely as his hand moved over the silk fabric of your robe, completely soaked now. you nodded slowly, breath hitching slightly as he slowly undid the ribbon around your waist, and watched with pure adoration as the robe fell apart in the water. good god, you were just so divine from your head to your toes, he might start crying. “what am I to do with all this beauty?” soobin whispered as he leaned in to kiss your lips once again, removing the pink garment from your form and throwing over the edge of the tub, paying no mind to the fact that it was dripping on the floor. he only cared about you right now.

soobin moved back from you, water splashing on his stomach as he sat on his knees and took you in like he was staring at a geek sculpture of a goddess. he took his time: noting your hair that rested genty over your face, every detail of your pretty face, the way the water enveloped your heavenly body, hiding some parts but delicately accentuating others. the warm lights of the candles contoured some of your features, the moon only adding a more magical look to the image in front of him, making him feel as if he was experiencing some type of divine intervention, he just couldn’t believe that he was here with you right now. when his eyes finally found your’s again, he swore his heart plummeted into the tub, it seemed that he wasn’t the only one doing the admiring. something about that made him dizzy, knowing that you found him as attractive as he did you.

the man’s ring clad hands came up to your knee, caressing the smooth skin of your leg as he moved his hand down to your ankle, yanking it slightly and moving between your legs, earning a gasp. “I want to make you feel good, can I?” he asked, voice filled with slight need as if it was more of a plea. his hand moved up under your knee as he leaned down, pressing kisses into the skin of your thigh, “can I, baby?” he repeated the question again, looking up with pleading eyes.

“you can soobin.” you responded breathlessly, feeling yourself go a little more insane with each kiss he placed on your thighs, a shiver running up your spine as he smiled against your flesh, “thank you, my love.” he whispered, as you’d blessed him just by giving him permission. soobin placed one more kiss on the back of your thigh, sucking the plump skin slowly and leaving another mark, loving the way you reacted so well everytime he did it. he moved his hands up your thighs, taking a firm hold of your hips and chuckling at the way you squirmed slightly, obviously being a little ticklish. he’ll remember that for another time. the man hoisted you up out of the water, causing a huge splash of water as he placed you on the edge of the tub. he moved closer to you again, remaining on his knees as he looked upon you like you were the most out of this world being he’d ever seen, in his world you were. his glossy eyes moved over each part of your body, admiring with bated breath as his gaze made its way up to your pretty face.

“god your so fucking heavenly, baby.” he moaned, moving between your thighs and kissing all over the inner parts, squeezing your hips gently, eliciting a sharp inhale from you. soobin’s labored breaths filled the space between your thighs as he kissed your skin, sucking and licking, leaving marks that would remind you of his presence when he’s gone.

each moan soobin let out soon mixed with yours as his kisses turned open mouth; he was gaining pure pleasure from making you feel this good, body vibrating with nothing but bliss. his hands came down to the back of your knees, lifting your legs and placing them over his shoulders, gliding his tongue all the way up your inner thigh and straight to your cunt, pressing a sweet kiss on the heat and looking up to watch you let out the prettiest moan when he lapped his tongue over your folds, a grin forming on his lips. “that’s right baby, let out all those pretty noises, lemme hear you.” soobin encouraged as he continued running his tongue over your folds, ever so slowly, humming at the delicious taste of you.

soobin was so confident in your love right now, drowning in it, in you and every sound you made, being egged on by the way your hand came to the back of his head, fingers tangling in his blonde hair and nails grazing against his scalp, sending tingles down his spine, pushing his face further into your heat. his glasses fogged up, from the heat from you combined with the heat of the water below him, keeping him from seeing anything, though he already had the image of you burned into his brain.

you threw your head back, moaning out loud as he devoured you like he was starving, like you were his last meal. his tongue made a mess of your pussy, lips becoming shiny from your juices as his lips wrapped around you with ease. “oh my god, soobin..” you whispered, as if scared to be too loud, gripping his hair as he sucked on your clit. “louder sweet thing, tell me how you feel” he cooed, fingers lightly caressing your inner thighs as he sucked on your sensitive bud once more, earning a loud curse and a whine from you, which he chuckled at. he was literally driving you insane.

soobin continued sucking and licking on your clit, moving one of your legs down from his shoulder so he could bring his hand towards your cunt, slowly sliding his middle finger inside and groaning at the tug you gave his hair when he did it. soobin looked over his glasses, taking in the pleasured expression on your pretty face and the way your plump lips fell open with each moan you gifted to his ears. “so pretty baby.” he complimented as he added his ring finger to your sopping cunt, slowly dragging his finger in and out in the most mind-numbing of ways. soobin released your clit from his mouth with a light pop of his lips, replacing them with his thumb, warm palm cupping your heat and pulling a drawn moan from you as he simulated your pussy with one hand. this man wasn’t real, you’ve decided that now.

soobin came up to capture your lips in his, your leg still over his shoulder, creating a different angle that made you whine in his mouth. your head was spinning by this point, so overwhelmed by the amount of pleasure one man was giving you without even trying; and maybe it was because it was soobin and all the love you had for this man was just enhancing everything he was doing, either way this had to be the best pleasure you’ve felt in awhile. “close your eyes, my love, let your body feel me.” soobin whispered, breath fanning over your ear and making the butterflies in your stomach go crazy. you listened, shutting your eyes and using your other senses to enjoy this moment. the man's fingers picked up pace, making your body feel like it was on fire from how good it felt. his cologne suddenly smelled a lot stronger, skin hypersensitive to his sloppy kisses on your neck and his wandering hand, senses seeming to be on complete overdrive now that your eyes were closed, making the pleasure ten times better.

“you feel me, baby.” he asked softly, smiling at your rapid nod as his hand found your breast, rubbing your nipple with his thumb. you reached out to grab his sides, squeezing slightly and digging the heel of your foot into his back, the stimulation he was giving you sending right to that sweet edge. “soobin, please don’t stop.” you pleaded as you felt him slow down, earning a soft coo from the man as he began to pull his hand away from your dripping cunt.

“you know i’d love to listen to my love, but I wanna cum too.” he responded lovingly as he licked his fingers of your juices, chuckling at the way you bit your lip, at both his words and actions. “c’mere gorgeous.” he beckoned, wrapping your arms around his neck and grabbed your hips, pulling you back down into the water with him.

soobin moved his head down to your breasts, kissing down the valley as he removed his shirt and discarded it somewhere on the bathroom floor, moving to deal with his pants. he shifted, capturing your nipple between his lips and swirling his tongue over the small bud, your breathes coming out as heavy huffs and stomach pooling with heat at the sound of him undoing his belt. the man wasn’t at all eager to get his pants off, solely focused on pleasing you more than himself, though just doing so was enough to get him off. soobin’s hand came up to your opposite nipple, gently rubbing and rolling it between his fingers while his mouth worked the other, pulling sweet moans out of you, ones that had soobin’s mind reeling.

soobin moved away from your breast, resting his forehead on your shoulder as he struggled to pull down his pants due to how wet they were; he was practically aching at this point, cock begging for the stimulation he’d denied himself this whole time. he would have definitely suffered through more aching if that meant satisfying you completely. “having trouble there, soobie?” you teased breathlessly, earning a grunt from the man and a deep huff, though his heart was doing cartwheels over the new nickname. you giggled at his reaction, watching in amusement as he was able to get his dress pants down his thighs, taking his boxers with it. normally, soobin would have given up halfway and already have relieved himself of such sexual burden, but he’d rather die with an aching dick than ever rush this moment with you.

the man placed the rest of his clothes on the floor, before returning his attention to you, his forehead resting on yours as he gazed into your pretty eyes. “do you want to continue? we don’t have to if-” you cut him off by placing a finger on his lips, smiling fondly at his act of making sure that you were comfortable; you definitely wouldn’t have let him this far if you weren’t comfortable. “yes, I want to continue soobin.” you told him softly, and he nodded, hands finding your thighs and running up them slowly, fingers caressing at your sides. he leaned down to capture your lips with his once more, just as slow and sweetly as the first time, still so much passion in it after so long. he shifted his hips slightly, his length carefully sliding between your folds, both your moans melding together into one as your lips stayed glued together.

soobin moved steadily, staying just like that, enjoying the feeling that made him shudder. he could cum just from this alone; from the kiss he shared with you, the warmth of the water surrounding both of you, from you and all this beauty, he could finish just from this moment, the burning passion and desire hazing in the air and enveloping both of you in a cloud of pure bliss. the thought of being inside of you was sending him into even more of a frenzy, because he just knew he’d get lost in you and lose his way back. soobin physically had to stop his hips from moving, trembling slightly as he dragged his cock back down your folds and teasing your entrances with his tip, your cunt threatening to suck him in, which was almost too much for him.

“give me….a second, baby” he breathed out as he pulled away from you, burying his face in your boobs as he took deep breaths, trying to calm himself down. he was losing it a bit. you watched him, shivering at the sensation of his breath passing through the space between your breasts. you lifted a hand to rest in his hair, soothingly petting it to assure soobin he wasn’t alone in needing a minute, your own breaths laboured from all the activity and tension. the blonde hummed, nuzzling his face in your soft breasts, “you're so good to me baby.” he mumbled, voice muffled by your flesh but audible. soobin moved his hips once more, gently pushing his length inside of you and groaning into you as your wet cunt just pulled him in, walls feeling like silk against his cock.

“so good, oh baby.” he moaned out as he turned his head on your chest, shaky exhales leaving his lips as he moved in and out of you with ease due to the water combining with your slick. his cock twitched with each gorgeous moan you let out, goosebumps returning as your nails gazed against the skin of his back, hands squeezing at his sides and thighs pressing warmly against his hips. he was seriously going to lose his mind.

everything about this was so right and it was dizzying for the both of you. your body's fit against each other like puzzle pieces, skin melded together, scents and breaths mixed almost intoxicatingly, voices harmonizing to fill the room with a haunting symphony.

your cunt took him in like he was always welcomed, walls hugging him warmly and cervix kissing his tip sweetly. even the environment around you two felt perfect: the water felt warm and velvety against your skin, bubbles and flower petals surrounding your bodies, the candles still brightly lit, cascading over the room and mixing it’s scents with you and soobin’s, creating a wonderful aroma; even the moon was adding her presence to the scene, kissing you both with her celestial glow and letting you know this connect was divinely blessed. soobin already knew he was drowning in you, he knew from the moment he stepped through that door that he wasn’t going anywhere that wasn’t with you.

“you must’ve been made for me, my love. I can’t see myself ever letting you go.” soobin whispered, continuing to slowly drag his cock inside of you, lips pressing against your upper arm and shudders racking through his body each time your fingers ran through his hair, nails lightly scratching his back as you soothingly rubbed his back. he was loving every second of this.

water sloshed and splashed against your lower bodies with each slow, deep thrust, soobin’s body unable to resist shaking and your cunt fluttering around him, both of you overwhelmed by all the love and pleasure radiating off each other’s bodies and seeping into the other’s skin. “soobin.” you called out through a laboured moan, feeling yourself be beckoned closer to the edge, teetering on it. soobin lifted his head, looking up at you with nothing but love in his gaze, making your whole body overflow with emotions, heart pounding in your chest and breathing becoming heavier as his thumb rubbed oh so sweetly around your clit, all sensitive from all this stimulation. “I know baby, I know. let it happen.” he cooed as he increased his speed, only a little, going at a more moderate pace, moaning breathlessly as his hips bumped into yours gently.

he was feeling it too, the peak of his high, threatening to crash down on him by each push of his hips. regardless, it would always be about pleasing you first, even if he was right behind you on that sweet edge. the splashing was prominent now, your mixed moans louder as the room’s volume increased with the sounds of your love reaching its highest point of energy. soobin pushed further, dangling you both off that tempting edge and just needing that final drop to send you over. his lips parted as your cunt squeezed him, tugging for more, his heart beating out of his chest at everything about you, especially those whines and sweet chants of his name.

“fuck, choi soobin.” you cursed out, shutting your eyes and digging your nails in his back, opposite hand pushing his head in your neck as your orgasm washed over you. that was all it took for him to do the same, his hand flying out to grab the edge of the tub and a drawn out moan spilling out of him as you milked him dry of all he’s got.

this moment was like heaven, bodies melted together and heavy breaths coming together, unable to tell where who starts and the other ends. you attempted to speak up, but soobin quickly shushed you, his hand coming up to caress his face as he pressed delicate kisses on your skin. “not yet. let’s stay in this moment a little longer, let everything sink in.” he told you as his arm wrapped around your waist and he held you closer against him.

“thank you, gorgeous, for everything.” he spoke lovingly in your ear, moving up to peck your lips continuously. “thank you for being with me, for blessing me with your presence.” he said between kisses, starting another love filled speech that already had you wanting to cry. “for loving me, caring for me, making me feel so high and grounding me at the same time.” his kisses kept going after each statement, even as he watched the tears fall from your pretty eyes once again, hours later.

“thank you for holding me down, my love.” he sealed his poem with one last slow kiss, as sweet and loving as all the rest, deep and drawn out enough to bring more tears of pure emotion. he placed his chin on your chest, using his thumbs to rid your face of the tears as he stared at you fondly, a huge dimpled smile on his face; he whispered a small I love you, without needing an answer, because he knew you did too, but what was always most important to him is that he made you feel the weight of his words, how much they meant to him, weather you reciprocated or not. that’s just the man soobin was.

"I'll take the time, treat you like a lady."

THANK YOU for tuning in! hope you enjoyed your dreamy package!

── ciao belle❀

©doomssoiree

#daydreamseries #txt #txt x reader #txt smut #soobin smut #soobin #fluff #vanilla #cute romance #txt choi soobin

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binniebakery · 1 year ago

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🇭🇪🇦🇻🇪🇳 🇮🇸 🇼🇭🇪🇳 🇮'🇲 🇼🇮🇹🇭 🇾🇴🇺 ☁️✧

Soobin x Gn!Reader, established relationship, fluff, drabble

♡A/N: i'm back! was exceptionally soft while writing this.. my days have been rough so i needed some soobie smooches.. enjoy this small drabble while i work on something bigger for u guys!

♡Warnings: mentions of the L word, tooth-rotting fluff, making out in bed, not proofread!

𝗡𝗼𝘄 𝗽𝗹𝗮𝘆𝗶𝗻𝗴: "Heavenly" By Cigarettes After Sex

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——-˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹ 𐦍 ˖⁺. ༶ ❤︎ ⋆˙⊹——-

Soobin’s lips pressed against your neck in soft feather-like kisses, sending shivers down your spine. You let out an airy breath. His touch left your senses haywire, unable to control the way your hands gently roamed across his broad chest. You let your fingers trace the wrinkles of his t-shirt and the way his chest curves underneath it, memorizing the way he breathes as he hovers over you.

Meanwhile, Soobin is too lost in the scent of your skin, he lets his teeth graze the sensitive flesh that you offer by tilting your head to the side as you give him full access.

Each warm exhale he released heightened your senses further. Your eyes flutter shut and you release another shaky breath.

“I love you y/n.. so much..” he mumbles into your ear after licking a long strip from your collarbone to underneath your ear. You smile and rest your right hand in his hair, gently rubbing circles in his scalp before pulling him in.

“I- I love you too, binnie”

Though scarcely more than a whisper, Soobin catches every word of your confession.

Your boyfriend places his forehead against yours and you offer him a peck on the lips. You find yourself giggling as Soobin attempts to chase you for one more kiss. You let him win as his arms that were once holding him above your figure delicately reach to cup your cheeks and he clashes his lips against yours once more, passionately letting his feelings flow through the connection.

Soobin’s body presses against yours and you feel yourselves melt into the bedsheets underneath. He somehow manages to make sure his weight isn’t entirely on you despite being so lost in the way you let his tongue slip into your mouth

His kisses were always tender yet fervent. He couldn’t get enough of the way you molded perfectly into each other whenever your bodies connected. Hardly any words were spoken in these moments but when they were, it was something that came from only the depths of your hearts.

“Binnie..”

“Mm?” Smiling against his lips, you wrap your legs around his waist in an attempt to pull him impossibly closer.

“You always feel like home to me.”

Soobin pulls away and looks at you with that signature bunny grin, his dimples carving deeper into his cheeks. He doesn’t try to conceal the radiant glimmer in his eyes as your sweet words wash over him. His smile grows wider with every second your sentence lingers around his fast-beating heart.

Moments like these were like treasures sprinkled into Soobin’s hectic schedule. Any time alone with you was always just what he needed to bring color and rejuvenation to his soul when he felt dull and worn. You found solace in the silence of your bedroom, away from the outside world, with whispered promises and shared secrets belonging to only lovers.

“If that’s true, then it always feels like heaven when I’m with you,” Soobin whispers, swooping down to your soft lips for another passionate kiss before you can respond.

His large hands let go of your face and begin to trace down your neck, onto your shoulders, and down your arms. They find their way to your own hands and he intertwines them together, gently lifting your hands above your head as your kiss develops into something more than simply innocent declarations of love.

Your breath quickens and you sense your heartbeat increasing in intensity. The echoes of fervent kisses filling the air of your bedroom evoke a tight feeling in your stomach.

Soobin tilts his head in to deepen the kiss, desperately searching for a way to convey the intensity of his love for you. As you feel the sparks ignite between your shared contact of skin on skin, you find yourself appreciating these rare and intimate moments with your boyfriend more and more.

These memories, though short and simple, stay forever bound and imprinted with every touch and every lingering taste of warmth that will forever feel like heaven to both of you.

#BakeryTreat♡#txt imagines #txt scenarios #txt x reader #txt fluff #soobin #soobin x reader #soobin soft hours #soobin scenarios #soobin fluff #soobin x y/n

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sdrose93 · 11 months ago

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MI6 behind the scenes 🥰

#Tom Cruise #Ethan Hunt #Mission Impossible Fallout #MI6 #behind the scenes #he's so precious #his smile makes me smile #his dimples ❤#handsome man

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frannyzooey · 2 years ago

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Short Days, Long Nights: 8

Joel Miller x f!reader

Rating: Explicit, grief

Series Masterlist

a/n: Thank you endlessly to @the-ginger-hedge-witch and @write-and-buried for their advice and reassurance on this one. ❤

The first time it happened, it was by accident.

Loath to leave your warmth; one hand fisted in the hair at the nape of your neck, the other one curled around your hip to guide your movements in your straddle on his lap. The afternoon sun spilled in through the windows, dust motes floating through the shafts of light as you rode him and when you came, you tipped your head back with a strained, breathless moan.

His eyes fixated on the image of your angelically erotic pose, he emptied himself inside you, filling you up until there was nothing left to give.

The next time was an accident too.

Finally ready to harvest some of the vegetables you’d been nurturing for months, you grasped the first stalk and pulled, brushing off the dirt delicately when it came free from the ground. You handed it to him, unadulterated pride shown clear on his face and his smile beamed so big you caught a glimpse of his rarely seen dimple.

Tears had already begun to water your vision, slipping free when you saw his smile and he stood to pull you up so he could wrap his arms around you in a tight, unrelenting hug. His thumbs and his mouth brushed away the hot trails on your cheeks and you feasted that night, both on your new found riches and each other.

Bellies full of fresh produce and celebrating your hard earned success, he fucked you on the living room floor, with your mouth open and pleading for him as your tailbone rubbed against the carpet with every thrust. His need more intense than usual, his groan was hoarse when he came faster than he could pull out; his eyesight fading black around the edges with a spill as endless as the praise he panted into your ear.

When he was done he stayed put, a comforting, solid weight on top of you and his lips peppered kisses along your hairline, the bridge of your nose, the corner of your mouth - everywhere he could reach.

The third time however, wasn’t.

The days too hot to do anything but swim, you hung onto his shoulders and pressed your soft lips against his own until he all but dragged you up to the bank of the river, covering you with his chilled, damp body. You begged him for it then, begged him to fill you up as you sobbed with fullness, your knees hitched high along his ribs. Your hands grasped the swell of his ass to push him in deeper, his own knees streaked in dirt after he gave you what you wanted and his spend was slick and hot where it leaked out, smearing on his stomach when you wound your legs around him to pull him down for a kiss.

You each knew the consequences of what you were doing. Neither of you acknowledged it though - you kept going because it felt good and right and with so little in the world that felt like that, you took what you could.

Summer months slipped by as you slowly explored the woods around you, checking the other cabins one by one. Untouched for years, they held caches of canned food and clothes, outdated sunscreen and furniture thick with dust. Moth bitten beach towels, an indoor herb garden turned greenhouse that had consumed half a kitchen. Rotted curtains, limp baseball hats, forgotten gardening gloves. A deflated inner tube that you brought back and filled up manually just to spend the day floating on the water.

One held a stash of wine that was so vast it took three trips to haul all of the bottles back to your own cabin, and though you knew absolutely nothing about wine, you couldn’t stop the excited yelp that escaped from your mouth when you found it.

Scavengers, you ignored the pictures on the walls as you raided room by room, taking whatever you liked. Making it through seven cabins in total, you covered miles of woods; your book collection doubled, every shed picked apart for useful tools and supplies.

Careful not to uncover the cabins more than you needed lest the structures be seen by anyone else, so far, you hadn’t had to worry about that. Joel still kept the traps up and running, still checked them every single day and locked up every night, but the immediate threat of another human being was starting to feel like a distant memory. As if time had paused when you found this cabin, the outside world disappearing when you first stepped off the path.

The weeks went by quickly in a hot, humid daze and every night ended the same: with you curled up next to him, your bodies sweating on top of the sheets.

–

You’d kill for a fan.

Not even asking for air conditioning because to be honest, you were never really a fan of artificially cooled air (too cold), you want a fan desperately. Just something to move the stagnant air around, to relieve the thick, damp press of humidity that coats your skin. It envelopes you, your shirt stuck to the small of your back and you pick at it, giving it a quick shake in an attempt to dry it out.

Joel is just as sweaty – his cotton shirt clinging to his back, dark with sweat along his spine and under his arms and you watch as the fabric molds and shifts over his muscles as he strong-arms the cabin door open. Stepping through into the shadows, his hand is bathed in light as it reaches back for you and pulls you into the dark depths, your flashlight ready.

“At least it’s a little less hot in here, I guess.” You kick a stack of faded, dust coated magazines on the floor and he sighs, setting his pack down.

“Yea,” he agrees, lifting the hem of his shirt to wipe his brow. “I’m gonna live in the water when we get back. Sleep outside, half submerged.”

“Ooh, can I join you?” you ask, wiggling your eyebrows and he huffs a quiet laugh behind you as you make your way into the kitchen.

The first place you check in every cabin, you pick apart the cabinets looking for food while he combs through the bathroom looking for first aid supplies and medicine. All finds to be stacked on the floor in the living room, the two of you make quick work of it, too hot to linger.

Rummaging through the dresser in the main bedroom, you check the sizes of socks and underwear – something you’re always in short supply of – and when you find a silky scrap of fabric buried beneath them, you pause. A more delicate piece of clothing than you’ve seen in a long time, your roughened hands caress the slippery negligee when you lift it from the drawer. The fabric catches on the pads of your fingers, the sensation making you frown and hesitating just for a moment while looking in the direction of the door, you fold it gently and put it directly in your bag, tucking it away.

He calls out to you when he’s done, and after dividing up the pile, your packs are substantially heavier when you start your walk back.

Leaning forward slightly under the weight, you feel sweat glide down the line of your neck and you wipe it away, grimacing.

“Do you ever think about what people would find if they raided your house?” you ask.

Every single time you enter a cabin, you think about it. You can’t remember what state you even left your place in: not your original one, nor your apartment in the QZ. You assume they have given the latter away to another person who needs it; the thought not bothering you at all.

He huffs, shaking his head. “A messy house, I guess.”

“Same,” you reply.

The moss below your feet muffling your steps, you each sit in your own head for a moment before you continue.

“Have you ever thought about going back? You know, to like, get stuff? Or to just…see it?”

He shakes his head. “Nah. I mean, it would be nice to have some pictures I guess, but other than that…I don’t think I would want to.”

“So you’ve never tried it?” you ask, looking over at him.

“No,” he replies, his eyebrows raising. “Have you?”

You shake your head. “I’ve thought about it, but I don’t really have anything there.” Your thumbs hook in the straps of your backpack, your eyes staying down. “I feel like it would be too sad, you know? Like, in my mind, I feel like I would want to stay, thinking of it as my home and a place I would be safe, but I know that’s not true anymore. It would be…depressing.”

He nods, understanding.

“Besides, I used to want to go back a lot more, but now I kinda…think of this as my new home. Everything I want is here.”

The confession slips out, the heat of the late afternoon muddling your thoughts and making you too tired to stop the words before you say them and as soon as you realize, you try to hide the vulnerability showing clear on your face by gesturing to the woods.

It’s quiet for a moment, and you sneak a look over at him to find him looking back at you. Sunlight plays across his features, catching on the ends of his dark curls lifted in the humidity and the corner of his mouth tilts up.

“Yea,” he agrees. “Me too.”

Reaching for your hand to squeeze it, your palm sticks to his, tacky with sweat, but he still holds tight when you lace your fingers together.

–

“Do you ever think about what people would find if they raided your house?”

His answer sounded indifferent at the time, but the thought bothered him more than he let on. It’s not so much the idea of his stuff being taken or rifled through because to be honest, he can’t even really remember what all was there.

It’s the space being invaded by a stranger. Sarah’s room, in particular.

Someone rifling through her drawers, or sitting down on her bed. Someone taking the things he gave her - the idea of it constricts his chest, and he frowns, methodically checking the traps one at a time, wanting to get it over with before going for a swim.

His dark curls stick to his forehead, his fingers pushing wearily through them with a scratch as he walks the perimeter of the cabin and her bedroom floats into his mind: the purple bedspread, the butterflies on the walls. The faded image is hazy around the edges and he’s not even sure he has it right, but the ache he feels is reminiscent of the one he felt briefly when you walked into the cabin the other day excited to show him something you pulled from the garden.

Your smile and enthusiasm reminds him so much of her sometimes it hurts.

The longer he stays here with you, the more it eats at him that he hasn’t told you about her yet. Never anything he wanted to share with anyone, he finds there is little that he doesn’t want to share with you now – save for this.

Of this, he hasn’t spoken about in ten years.

Of this, he still feels the weight of failure etched into his very bones.

Of this, it still threatens to drown him some days in grief, if not for the way he’s buried it all down deep.

Allowing himself to feel with you and slowly uncovering the pieces of himself that he had long since given up on, the burden of her memory weighs heavier on him every day that he’s here. It feels wrong that he hasn’t told you about her, as both a betrayal of her memory, but also of your trust.

He tugs on a trap, making sure the ropes are snug in place and still thinking about you, his long buried grief and anger at someone rifling through Sarah’s room transfers to you and your things. The bookshelf next to your bed crammed with dog eared books, the plants along the windowsill in the kitchen, the stack of ten year old gossip magazines that you keep next to the couch for when you want to laugh at the trivial matters people used to care so much about.

Your worn, cotton bedsheets decorated with delicate rosebuds.

He wonders if your home looked anything like the spaces you’ve set up in the cabin. A cozy warmth radiating from your scattered belongings, some people might be bothered by them but he likes it. Similar to his own house once upon a time, it makes the space feel lived in; warm, inviting.

The idea of someone finding this place and entering it, going through your things to take what they want – he knows it’s hypocritical to be upset about it, but a wave of rage pierces through his thoughts and he kneels, ignoring the call of the water to double check the trap in front of him.

He clenches his jaw; Sarah’s bedspread and your plants lingering in his mind.

–

“You okay?” you ask later that night, after glancing at his far away expression for the hundredth time. He’s been quiet since he got back, near silent during dinner and you can see the churning waters of his mind under the surface of his eyes.

“Yea, I’m fine.” He presses a quick kiss to your forehead, and leaves it at that.

He still seems distracted when he comes to bed, grabbing his book from the nightstand to sit propped against the headboard to read, and when you put your own book down and roll onto your side to close your eyes, he reaches to turn out the light and follows suit. He’s still for a while and then scoots closer, the warmth of his body felt from behind you as the bed dips slightly. His touch trails along the curve of your shoulder, following the length of your arm. There is no intention to it, nothing he’s initiating. A soothing, yet restless drag of his fingers along your skin and he’s wide awake, you can tell from the thrum of energy between your bodies in the dark.

You open your eyes, rolling to face him and reaching to touch the curve of his cheek.

“You okay?”

He takes in your face for a moment, his dark eyes drifting over your features. “I’ve been thinking about what you asked me earlier. About going back to see my old place.”

You shift, bending your arm to tuck it under your pillow. “You change your mind? You want to?”

“No,” he says quickly, shaking his head. “I wouldn’t want to go back because…” he stalls, letting out a breath. His jaw shifts subtly, and you wait, watching his face.

“I had a daughter.”

The statement hangs suspended between the two of you, and not wanting to speak until you know for sure that he’s done, you stay silent.

“Her name was Sarah.” He frowns slightly when he says it out loud, like he’s in pain and his hand slips off your arm and down to rest in front of him on the bed. You follow it, placing your hand over his. “That’s who I would want a picture of.”

“You don’t have any?”

He shakes his head slowly, his gaze unfocused. He smiles ruefully in the dark. “There was this one she kept in her room - I can still see it. The two of us, my hand over her eyes just jokin’ around and the smile on her face is –' His voice falters for a moment, and he stops, clearing his throat. The sheen of his wet eyes glimmers in the darkness. “She had a killer smile. You would’ve loved it.”

“I bet I would have,” you reply softly.

His expression darkens, and your thumb sweeps across his skin. “I don’t think I could handle seeing her room, ya know?”

His eyes meet yours, open and honest. “That thing you were saying earlier, about people going through your house? I know they’ve probably done it to mine and I don’t – I don’t think I could take seeing her stuff like that. Scattered, or destroyed. Rotted.”

A tear slips free, sliding through the creases lining the outside of his eye. “I wanna preserve the memory of her in that room. Sitting on her bed, listening to music or doing her homework…I don’t wanna see it empty.”

The sight of him crying makes your own vision blur, and you squeeze your hand in reassurance.

“Of course,” you whisper. “God, of course you wouldn’t want to see that. I am so sorry I brought that up, Joel. I had no idea.”

“I don’t talk about her, so you wouldn’t know.”

His words are quiet, yet definitive and ridden with guilt and he clears his throat, letting out a deep, shaky breath. You stroke his temple with your thumb, and he lets his eyes close, focusing on your touch.

“How old was she, when she…” you don’t say the word, and he takes another breath, answering you.

“Fourteen.”

“How —,” you start, and then you stop yourself, giving him time to answer if he wants. He seems like he wants to, seems still agitated like there is something held inside that needs to come out and you wait, giving him time.

“She died…the day of the outbreak. I tried to get her from the house when everything went to shit and she — she got hurt. I was carryin’ her, because she couldn’t walk and then…the soldiers that were going around in all the cities? I begged ‘em not to do it, but they shot anyway and I couldn’t –”

Another tear slips free, darkening his pillow case and he closes his eyes for a moment with a frown before opening them again. “I couldn’t do anything. Nothin’ but hold her and beg my brother to help me.”

Realization hits you, your chest flooding with sorrow. “That’s the dream, isn’t it? When you call for Tommy.”

He nods, and you immediately reach for him, gathering him in your arms.

He comes willingly, seeking out your embrace and the collar of your sleep shirt dampens against your skin as you stroke the crown of his hair. He’s a near silent crier, deep breaths taken in the crook of your neck as his wet eyelashes brush over your skin and he lets everything run out; his hands clutching you tightly. His arms tightening around you, you lay there and soothe him, saying nothing while your mind processes what he told you.

You can’t imagine that type of pain.

Not only to not only lose a child, but in that way. No wonder he was so closed off.

The thing he loved the most - a kind of love you can’t even comprehend - violently taken from him the day the world ended and the path of the Joel Miller that came after sharpens, growing clearer in your mind. A brutal shell of a person, hardened by everything that’s happened.

You’re still thinking about it when he lifts his head, apologizing for getting your shirt wet.

“Hey,” you softly reprimand him, “don’t. You don’t — “ you start, and then his own words come to you. “You don’t gotta be tough here with me. I got you.”

He lifts the corner of his mouth at your impersonation of him, and you give him your own matching, small smile.

“I mean it.” Your face slips into something more solemn, and you cup his whiskered cheek in your hand. He chases the warmth of it, leaning into your touch. “Listen to me. You didn’t do nothing, okay?”

He meets your gaze with an intensity of his own, and you keep going.

“You said you didn’t do anything, and that’s not true, Joel. It’s not true.” He waits, and you continue in a hush. “You held her.”

His face softens, and another tear glides down his cheek.

“You carried her and held her and even though you were scared — I can’t imagine how scared you were — you tried to protect her and then you held her. You couldn’t stop what happened and it’s not your fault, Joel. You did the best you could do.”

“It wasn’t good enough.”

Your own tears well up and slide free, your hand making sure his attention is on you.

“It was, baby. It was.”

The endearment slips from your lips and he doesn’t question it, instead just looking at you for a moment before pushing forward to seek out your mouth with his own. You help him, pulling him in for a kiss as his plush, soft lips fit with yours, his mouth damp from his tears yet hungry for your taste and comfort.

You thread your fingers through his hair, tilting your mouth to deepen the kiss. “Tell me how to help.” Another kiss, another. “You want this? Want me?”

He nods, his nose brushing against yours and kisses you again, shifting to lay the weight of his body on top of yours. You make room for him between your thighs, your hands running down his back and the smooth, strong lines of it flex under your touch, a groan rumbling through his chest when you drag your nails lightly over his skin.

“You’re so sweet. You taste so good,” he breathes into you between kisses, his hand reaching down to tug at the waist of your sleep shorts and you help him, pushing them down and off. Reaching between your bodies and slipping your hand under the band of his briefs, you find the hardening, warm heft of him and give him a firm couple of strokes. His hips chase your fist as he thickens in your palm and he rocks himself against you a couple times before lifting his own hips to shove them down.

Unburdened, he gets hungrier, his hands helping yours as you tug at his shirt and then your own, the threadbare material of both tossed onto the floor. You want to feel every inch of him, pulling him down to you until he’s fit himself to your body, his skin feverishly flush against yours. His stiff cock fits along your slick seam, sliding through your folds when he rolls his hips against yours again, and again.

“I want you,” you tell him, guiding his mouth to your own. “Let me make you feel good. I want to make you feel better.”

“You do, honey. You do.” Moving his lips to the edge of your mouth and then over the curve of your jaw, he licks along the hollow just under your ear before pressing a kiss there. “You always make me feel good. You make everything feel good.”

Your touch becomes almost frantic at his admission, the need to carve out a space for him inside your chest or merge your bodies into one or take his face into your hands and tell him until he understands just how much you would do anything for him. How much he means to you, how much you owe him. How much you want to protect him just as much as he protects you.

He meets your urgency, his hands bracing themselves on the bed around your shoulders before he reaches down to line himself up, and you whine into his mouth when he notches himself against the dip of your entrance and slides in, filling you full.

He breaks the kiss, his hips already starting a weighted rock. “Fuck, honey. Fuck.”

“Oh my God.” He usually gives you more time than this to get ready for him, usually uses his fingers and his tongue, and a tight fit, your jaw clenches as he makes room for himself, burying deep. “Joel.”

His mouth covers yours with a groan, drinking down the whimpers you let out with every push of his hips forward and you swallow every one of his, every grunt, every push of hot, humid air onto your tongue. His bicep strains under your knee when he hooks his arm under your leg to pull it up, first one and then the other, and he’s got you spread so wide underneath him between his deep thrusts and his solid body that you cry out for him, digging your nails into his hips for purchase.

“You’re gonna make me come quick, honey. So quick –” he pants, his hips pounding into the cradle of your thighs. “And I don’t even care because you feel so fuckin’ good. So good.”

“Do it,” you encourage him, the words sliding into a moan. “I want it. I want you to come inside.”

“Yea?” he asks, his hand wrapping around your calve to tug your leg higher, resting it over his thick shoulder. Turning his head to the side, he presses a lingering kiss there, his breath washing over your skin and your mouth drops open at how deep he is. “You want it inside?”

“Please. Please,” you chant, helping him guide your other leg to rest on his shoulder and when he lets the weight of his body push you deeper into the mattress, you’re near bent in half, taking everything he needs to give. It’s a lot – too much, you’re going to feel it tomorrow – but you don’t care.

“I’m gonna – I gotta do it harder, honey, because I’m –” he spits out the words, groaning midway through when he feels you start to clamp down around him. “Christ, you’re so fuckin’ tight. So tight for me.”

“I’m gonna come, Joel,” you whine, the heat building between your hips flooding through your limbs and up through your breasts, where they press against his chest. Sweat glides between your bodies, and he moans louder at your admission, almost a growl of victory. “Make me come, I’m so close.”

The two of you move with single minded intensity; one of his hands fitting between your tailbone and the mattress to hit the angle just right, and your hips pushing up to meet his every punishing, weighted stroke down.

He’s so thick, and filling, and heavy, your cunt so slick as he pushes in again, and again, and again, his mouth open in a pant above you with your knees almost at your shoulders and when you come with a sob, he buries himself deeper than he ever has with a weighted grind and does the same.

The soft give of his belly jumps against yours, his throat stretched taut as he works in every last drop and when he finally relaxes over you, he’s gentle in his movements. His hands help your legs down – first one, then the other - and his mouth finds yours, giving you a kiss. Your legs find a home in a wind around his waist, your hold guiding him to lay on your chest and even though you could have killed for a fan earlier and still could, you keep him there.

You nose along his sweat damp hairline, pressing a kiss on his slick temple and content, the two of you lay in silence; the only sound your shared, heavy breathing.

His body melts on top of you, all taut agitation in his limbs gone as he pushes his arms underneath your back to hold you tight and you know he’s slipping into sleep by the way his breathing evens and slows under your palms.

He’s still snug inside you, but you make no effort to move him.

“Thank you for telling me about her,” you whisper to him, your fingers carding through his dark, unruly curls shot through with gray but you’re met with silence.

Unburdened, he’s already fast asleep.

#joel miller #joel miller x you #joel miller x reader #joel miller/you #joel miller/reader #pedro pascal character fanfiction

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screampied · 11 months ago

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Servant who is in love with Sukuna and he finally gives her a "taste" of himself, but then she cums quickly and without permission and gets punished to overstimulation 😭 drabble or fic I'd be very happy either way

❤︎ ໋𓈒 sukuna punishing his favorite servant

warnings. fem! reader, size kink, spit, cowgirl, impact play, degredation, mdni.

“hmph. woman. come here,” he’d say in a gruff voice, two simple words and he had you at your very mercy. as you trod your feet towards him, the last thing you expected was for sukuna to give you a kiss. the kiss was passionate with such roughness attached to it, you moaned before feeling the king’s hand wrap around your throat. he was always so handsy too, especially with you. sukuna was merely fooling around, yet as for you, you were deeply in love with him.

stupid, perhaps. but you craved his attention.

it’d be simplistic things like that, it always started with a kiss. a kiss that never failed to leave you speechlessly dumbfounded.

his taste, you were entirely obsessed with it. a sweetness that forever lingered off his tongue. you couldn’t describe it into words, but it was purely appetizing.

as of currently though, you’d be sat on his lap whilst he’s manspread on his throne. it was awfully quiet, just the two of you.

you’re hovering over his hardened length before breathing in a single breath. “sukuna,” you’d pout, and he’s just blankly staring at you coldly—an unreadable expression, although he found your consistent pouting to be oddly amusing. humans were so fascinating to him. “can i touch myself now?”

“little girl,” he tsks, a hand going around your hip. your breathing hitches from his touch before you’re just hovering barely over his leaky tip now. “it’s sir to you. and what did i tell you about asking stupid questions, hm?”

“but ‘kuna,” you’d frown, and he loathed hearing you have the audacity to shorten his name. he told you to address him as something otherwise, and you completely steered clear from it.

quite the brat you were.

stupid stupid stupid…

but he secretly loved it, only you could get away with something like that. anyone else with the balls would find themselves practically dead. perhaps sukuna has somewhat of a soft spot for his servant, but of course he’d never mention that to you, not in a million years.

“but nothing,” he snarls, and you moan once you start to slowly sink yourself down into his length. so thick, you already started to feel your salivating. sukuna brings a hand to grip your chin, and he makes you stare right into his eyes. “touching is deserved. you gotta deserve it, get it?”

“no,” you grumble, and he smirks.

“well boo hoo, too fuckin’ bad,” he speaks in a raspy tone, and his words alone were enough to have you sopping wet.

it was embarrassing, you were embarrassing…

you didn’t care though, your arms wrap around his neck before you start to gradually grind yourself against him. his shaft stood tall, and for a split second you could feel him pulsate the further he deepens himself into you. your walls grip him tightly like a vice, and it makes him poke a tongue into his hollow cheek.

“mhmm,” he groans, the utter feeling of your cunt swallowing him whole always gets to him.

forever entangled with your warmth, you spot his fangs poke out with his maw slightly opened and it’s cute. you could just about make out a dimple or two on the king’s face. “don’t look at me, move your hips ‘n make yourself u-useful.”

a stutter, you merely giggle but you didn’t wanna test your luck. at least not just yet.

cruel darkened irises stare into yours the entire time, and it takes a good moment until you’re finally in. it makes him gnaw on his lip at how warm you were from the inside. already soaked and ready for him, he leans further back against the material of his throne before grunting.

“…move,” he sighs, gifting your ass with a mean abrupt spank. “you wanted to ride me so ride me, girl.”

you quavered, feeling your cunt twitch and spasm all from the way he sank into you.

it was so lewd, you buried your face into his neck and he just rolls his eyes before an awkward hand pats your head.

“s-so biiiig,” you’d whimper out, and whilst he’s going even further by filling you full of such thick sultry inches, you whine. the feeling of being split in two with your wetness—your love cave that had him addicted made you let off the sweetest gasp. he’s resuming to bury himself into you, and the minute you create up a swift tempo—your knees were ready to just about buckle.

it’s entirely cute, you felt him twitch from the inside and you couldn’t help but slump further into his broad chest.

sukuna snickers at your … interesting durability so to speak.

all the way in and not even moments later—you were fairly worn out. just about. “awh. tapping out on me already i see?” he purrs in a sly tone, a teasing gesture of his hand runs down your back. “and you were so confident earlier too. oh, how disappointing..”

“n—no, i can take you,” you mumble with glossy lips, and his touch against your skin made you let off repetitive soft spoken moans. a thumb of his strokes against the corners of your waist as you rutted yourself back and forth. your rhythm was purely hypnotic, entirely so that it makes him groan for a bit.

his fat tip prods against your slick outer labia and it runs against your entrance. he likes to do a certain motion—pulling out, only to stuff you right back full, he wants you to feel it. feel him and all of his inches, his girth that consumes into your cunt. as he’s stuffing you so full, you can’t help but drool a bit. a bit as in a lot. sukuna’s eyes linger towards you for a long time before he grips your chin once more.

“can you really…?” he hums, and it’s as if he’s challenging you. “or are you just saying that?”

you glare and he only returns with a subtle smirk, he liked getting under your skin. it was his favorite pastime, irking those cute nerves of yours. from the inside, he couldn’t get over how soft you were. such warm walls hugging all around him so tightly, it felt natural. your sopping wet cunt grips against him time and time again—squelch after squelch that it sounds like a melodic harmony.

a lewd melodic harmony.

he watches as your lips part, and you’re struggling to conceal those moans. you whimper from each thrust that it’s got your thighs growing numb in no time.

“f-fuckkk,” you’d whine, feeling sukuna’s cock briefly pull back from your wet folds. whenever he did that, it felt so good…. too good. sukuna’s hefty base thwacked against you in the process too, on loop, a constant salacious repeat. it had you dizzy, you’re grinding and swiveling your hips at such a hectic pace that you can’t even stop yourself. your mouth felt dry, just being sweetly stretched over nothing but a mere squeezing muscle from the inside.

it’s so hot tempered, your warmth had him kissing his teeth in such arousal, such pleasure.

“sukunaaa,” you’d whine once his dick runs against the corners of your inner walls, all throughout your canal. he reaches everywhere, he’s lengthy too, so there’s not a single spot that he misses. he slides in and out, and his base was so fat and thick, so full that it just mimics your movements of being hit against. “i— i’m gonna,” and you abruptly get cut off with a rough kiss.

your moans slither its way into his mouth as your hands ran down his ripped chest, feeling against his tatted body. the battle scars that perfectly painted his broad figure like a canvas, you return the kiss before he precipitously pulls away. a glossed string of spit departs, and sukuna glares at you. “wait, girl.”

and it sounds more like a warning than anything.

his tone being hidden with such baritone underneath it, you were even more soaked. whenever he pitched his tone to show his dominance like that, his authority—you felt yourself pulse for the umpteenth time.

he tells you to wait, but instead you do the exact opposite.

you don’t even realize you came all on his cock until he’s greeting you with the most livid glare imaginable—still, sukuna grabs your hips before muttering. “did you just cum? and don’t lie to me, woman.”

if you aren’t twitching as much as you were before, you certainly were now. the air felt thick, and whilst you straddled him, you shyly reply with a mumbling, “…sorry.”

you don’t mean to giggle after that…

but you do—the soft smile that curls against your lips meets his gaze and sukuna suddenly makes himself pull out. “so funny, huh?” and you’re taken by surprise the moment he makes you part your legs. his right thigh goes between your legs from underneath and you moan once he spanks you. “some fuckin’ audacity you have. ain’t no one told you to finish,” and he grips your chin, giving it a squeeze. “look at me when i speak to you, woman.”

he was so close you could just kiss him. your lashes were half-lidded, and you were so drawn into him that you don’t even realize that he’s shoved two fingers into your cunt. you moaned at how easily it goes in. he swirls his digits inside just briefly, taking it out before bringing it towards your mouth. “open your mouth ‘n stick out your tongue, brat.”

you were amused, aroused too but surely amused.

without question, you loll out your tongue in front of him, only for sukuna to shove his fingers right down your throat. you moan at the candied taste of yourself, so sweet. he remains with a glare on his face as you lapped up his fingers clean, you weren’t supposed to be enjoying that.

“such a disobedient girl,” he huffs, and that’s when he pulls out his fingers, a sheen stringy coat of your own saliva dribbles down your chin before he smears it all over your mouth.

“since you wanna be a impatient whore, that’s all the taste you’ll be getting today. ‘m expecting a thank you, little girl. go on, i’ll wait.”

#★vegasbaby.#sukuna smut #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna x you #jjk smut #jjk x you #jjk x reader #jujutsu kaisen smut #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jujutsu kaisen x you #jujustsu kaisen x reader #anime smut #female reader

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star-girl-05 · 1 year ago

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Bedhead: Two

James Wilson x reader

Part One Part Three Part Four

~★~❤︎~✦~

He was not going to let you get away with this.

Wilson has already had his meeting meaning he could spend the rest of the day getting back at you. He heads over to Houses office, if he was going to tease you he had to find you.

When he enters however only House, Chase and Foreman are there. House is at the whiteboard while Chase and Foreman are telling him what they found at the patient's home. They all turn to him when he enters, House giving him a suspicious look. “I don’t recall paging an oncologist” Wilson just rolls his eyes telling House he was just bored.

There was something about Wilsons’ body language that told him it was more than that, and he was going to figure out what it was. Lately Wilsons been acting strange; he's not flirting with the nurses or any pretty women that crosses his path. So obviously he's got himself a girlfriend, one he's been keeping away from him. Now add in Wilsons’ sex hair that means his girlfriend was just here or more likely works here, interesting.

You don’t notice Wilson right away to focused on reading the test result to House. It's only when you go to sit down you see the familiar face hair still messy from your rendezvous earlier. The sight made you gulp, why is he so hot?

Wilson on the other hand noticed you right away, watching your every move doing his best to keep his looks secret. Every little thing you did mesmerized him, the way you twirl your pen as you think to the way you wore your lab coat. You're too pretty not to admire.

Houses’ voice pulled Wilson from his staring, House is giving you all your instructions. Telling Cameron and Chase to give the patient an MRI while Foreman talks to the husband. He then tells you and Wilson to run her blood test again. He was more than happy to get you alone getting the chance to finally tease you.

“Check out this sample” your voice broke him from his trance, he clears his throat before leaning over you. His hands on either side of you as he looks through the microscope. He smells so nice. it’s a good thing you don’t work with Wilson often you can’t focus on anything but him when he’s around. “I do hope you're not like this with everyone that asks you to look at a blood sample” He let out a breathy chuckle against your face, the sensation causing a chill to go up you.

“What are you talking about? I'm just looking at a sample.” You might have believed him if it wasn’t for that stupid cocky smirk he wore. He's teasing you.

“We're at work.” James has never teased you on purpose before except in the bedroom. You liked him acting like this.

“You started this,” his voice is soft, his face still inches away from yours. So that's why he's acting like this. You had to disagree though, you're not the one that started this it was him, and that's what you tell him. “What do you mean I started this I’m not the one that initiated that kiss earlier”

“You might as well have, you’ve been driving me crazy all day” before he can even question the meaning of your words you elaborate. “You and your perfect hair” now he's laughing like full laughing. A blush forms on your cheeks.

“So me and my Perfect hair have been driving you crazy all day” he’s still chuckling even as he talks. He’s lucky you're a sucker for his dimples otherwise you would have smacked that smile off his face.

“Don’t make fun, I just liked your bedhead this morning compared to your normal perfect attire. You having unruly hair suits you.” Your voice tampers off into a whisper as you look back at a different blood sample. “And I liked being the reason the perfect James Wilson hair was messy”

Wilson found himself smiling at your little admission. He gently moves your hair placing a sweet kiss on your neck. “You can mess up my hair anytime honey, but right now let's focus on the blood” you nod your head in agreement.

Both of you get back to work unaware of the prying eyes of House down the hall.

Part One Part Three Part Four

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bomber-grl · 1 year ago

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❤︎₊ ⊹Hiro fluff alphabet ❤︎₊ ⊹

Pairing(s): Hiro Hamada x Gn!Reader (no pronouns used)

Warning(s): Super long so beware

A - Admiration (what do they absolutely adore about you?)

Hiro would absolutely adore your intellect, skill, or a heroic trait like bravery.

His adoration for your intellect, if you’re a genius like him, mostly stems from admiration and interest in your skill, especially when it’s something he’s never seen before.

I say skill because even if your intellect isn’t your strong suite your hobbies like art, knitting, anything that takes skill impresses him.

He knows what it’s like to have to wait for a project or experiment to finish so he not only admires your patience but just your ability overall

He’d literally be in awe if he ever saw and most realistically ask about it and if you could draw him-

He’s mostly joking

Last would be a trait of yours. We see in the series that hiro really admires and respects tadashi for his actions and that’d be the same with you.

If you are brave or passionate and use those traits to help others you’ve won hiro over.

Honestly home dude really adores your anything if we’re gonna be real here.

A - Attention (how much attention do they want in the relationship?)

Despite how awkward and kind of distant he can be when romance comes into the question he can get pretty needy 😭

If you don’t give him enough attention then he’ll pout and get at you for it

Most times it’s just him joking around and faking being hurt but in the rare occurrence that he actually does care then he’ll practically be begging

No he wouldn’t he’d try to be sly about it while simultaneously failing to

But then when he gets attention he over thinks and flushes from head to toe and actively tries to pull away

Like make up your mind???😭😭😭

B - Body (what is their favorite part of your body?)

His favorite part of your body would be tied between three things

Your hands, shoulders, and lap

The only reason why this is, is because of an instance of when hiro accidentally fell asleep on your lap and woke up to not only the best bed but best head massage he’s ever had.

He then woke up fully and flushed more than ever before but let’s not talk about that.

He’d probs end up falling asleep even more and more likely than not ask for you to play with his hair

Yknow despite the fact he absolutely flusters at the thought and stutters throughout the whole time he’s asking you

Not to mention how he complains when you’re done playing with his hair /massaging his head😭

He comes at you for leaving his hair “a mess”

Like boy you got bed hair all the time it ain’t my fault

Also he likes your shoulders because this insomniac falls alseep on them everywhere

Literally.

B - Boo! (do they scare people? How do they act when scaring you/people?)

The most unfunny person known to man kind and yet he still thinks he’s funny as fuck

He thinks he soooo funny when he hides behind something and jumps out at you

And when you flinch? Yea best believe he’s gonna be laughing his nerdy little ass off as if he wouldn’t break down the moment you even mention holding his hand 🤨

He usually pulls stunts like this all the time which is why when the two of you are at the store and he jumps out just to see a rando-

He’s so embarrassed 😭😭😭 the little bastard even goes up to you afterwards all mad while you try not to laugh too loudly

He’ll literally be shaking you back and forth to stop your laughter, which just makes it even worse.

B - Beauty (what do they admire about their s/o? what do they think is beautiful about them?)

Yes

Home dude is a literal nerd so best believe he’s never been around someone he deems as attractive

He sees your looks and personality as something that attracts him to you

He really admires traits of yours that I’ve mentioned previously

But physically wise he’d really admire prominent traits of yours

Like traits that are noticeable at first glance

Like moles, freckles and even dimples

He’d find himself looking at them more often than not and if you have pretty eyes then this man is absolutely floored

I mean no wonder his only way to flirt is by shooting out insults.

C - Cuddling (how do they like to cuddle?)

Cuddling with hiro is one of the most impossible tasks

He’s so fidgety and stiff

He can’t relax for the life of him 😭

He’s all bark no bite especially when he says he’ll cuddle you and goes on about how flustered you’d be

Yea, no.

I mean, sure you can cuddle hiro a little bit but then he just clams up

He much rather prefers you two just be in your own space while facing the other so you can casually talk about whatever you want

Ofc he says that then the very next day you wake up to you and hiros limbs intertwined with another and are met with a very flustered hiro.

Who then denies the situation ever happening, it’s the only way to save face

D - Dates (what does their ideal date with you look like?)

Honestly just going out to eat casually

I mean cmon

You’re both probably young and he’d much rather go out casually and secretly to avoid being not only teased but having to take a chaperone

I mean that’s so embarrassing especially for a teen to have to go through

The only way the two of you would accomplish this successfully would be in the lab at school or if you were to hang out in hiros room pretending to work on something.

Even then cass is doting and quite literally there for every possible outcome

Honestly you’d probably end up sneaking out and eating burgers or something at like 3 am 😭

While you’re out there at night hiro would probably try and scare with you with ghosts and Japanese urban legends

How romantic ☺️

E - Emotions (how do they express emotion around you?)

Hiro would probably express emotion around you like he would with anyone else

Especially if(most likely) you guys started out as friends.

Ofc hiro is an absolute menace and can’t be described as anything else but a gremlin however he would honestly be more open with you

You’re his age, and probably his closest friend - now turned lover

He doesn’t need to sugarcoat things and despite how difficult it can be to express how he truly feels I think he’d be open to it, especially if it’s being open to you of all people.

If we’re talking about romantic feelings then hiro is most definitely joke flirting and just being how romantic friends

Well, atleast until the actual romance comes into question then he’s absolutely no where to be seen.

He flusters and stutters at the littlest things and implications

Not to mention his awkwardness so I’d imagine he’d be more stiff on the romance front.

E - Equal (do they prefer to be more in control or laid-back in the relationship?)

He’s pretty laid back but I don’t really see hiro as the type of guy that would want to take the initiative or want to over power his significant other

He doesn’t really have any interest in that and would much rather just have an equal power dynamic

I mean unless he’s taking the lead in robotics then he won’t do so any other way

Even then he’ll probs work alongside you

He very adamant on being on equal standing even if it’s “not a big deal”

F - Future (What are their plans for the future? Do they see themselves getting married, having kids?)

Honestly hiro is just existing 😭

He’s never really ever considered any romantic relationships with anyone into the mix of what he’d want for his future.

I mean, until recently he got into SFIT and changed his life plans. He doesn’t really think of romance often however he does enjoy his relationship with you

Yknow, despite the constant teasing, prodding and just absolute gremlin activities.

He’d probably count you into his life plans when you two get the closest you’ve ever been, otherwise hiro has no plans on kids and quite frankly

-It’s really not on his mind 🤷‍♀️

F - Forgiving (If they had a fight with their partner(s), how would they apologize? Or would they be petty about it?)

Honestly the first thing hiro does is try to resolve it right then and there

He’s very set on trying to solve issues as soon as possible but eventually he settles on you guys just giving each other space so you won’t say anything you’ll regret later

It honestly depends who initiated and was at fault

I mean I’m not the type to shift the blame on anyone but if you know you did something wrong or he knows he did something wrong and is the problem then he’ll definitely apologize as sincerely as he can

If you’re the one in the wrong then he’ll very much be petty

Hell refuse to apologize first and is very stubborn

He’s honestly just hurt but also mad you won’t admit you’re wrong or apologize (if you’re hesitant to)

However once you do he’ll be a bit petty still but ultimately he’ll understand and although it can be awkward, you’ll find common ground.

G - Gifts (how do they feel about gift giving? What are their habits when it comes to this?)

I feel like hiro would gift you little things

Hiro is a guy of many talents so I’d imagine little gifts like those hearts made of gum wrappers or papers aren’t a rare occurrence for you to find

He’s always casually gifting you things whether he knows or not

And if he’s aware, he tries his best to not fluster and stutter while he shoves the gift into your hands and runs away

If you ever do mention how much gifting you things affects him then he’d definitely ignore you for a good while 😭

He takes so much offense that you’d make it obvious and would pout about it until you apologized and he’d just say “yea I didn’t really care”

…

Like what???😭😭 bro had you apologizing, on your knees, basically begging for forgiveness and he hits u w this then casually asks if you’d like to come over to eat dinner.

🧍‍♀️it’s ur turn to ignore him and turn the tables on him

G - Gratitude (how grateful are they to have you? what do they think your relationship is worth in comparison to other things in their life?)

He’s so grateful for you

He finds the relationships in his life as very precious to him so he’d definitely view your relationship as worth it

Especially since you’d most likely get together once you’re close friends

He really thinks of your relationship as valuable, why else would he be with you if he didn’t?

Even if it didn’t work out you’re still a close friend of his so of course you hold value to him.

G- Gentle (how gentle are they? physically and emotionally)

He can be pretty sassy and go all out on the jokes and teasing however he can be really gentle at times

Especially since he cares so deeply for you so he’ll make sure that even if him being gentle causes him to fidget and fluster

Mostly due to it being foreign to him

He may not be the best but the effort he puts in to be gentle in both emotionally fragile situations and when you get hurt just makes up for it

H - Holding Hands (when/how do they like to hold hands?)

THE WORST PERSON TO HOLD HANDS WITH

Ok not really cuz I’m not gonna do my boy hiro like that but still😭

Hiro is always teasing and prodding at you for the littlest things

He’s an absolute menace

So imagine when this menace finally holds hands with you and when you turn to look at him, he’s starts tweaking

This is one of the romance part of your relationship so itd obviously be foreign to him

He’s stuttering and is this close 🤏 to combusting

His hands are sweaty and he’s constantly apologizing for it and will NOT tolerate any teasing or he’ll run away.

He’s not really able to show much affection through physical touch since he freezes up so much but at times when he knows you need support he’ll hold your hand.

It then becomes apparent to everyone around you due to the very intense blush hiro is sporting.

I do see it becoming casual eventually but that doesn’t really change hiros blush

H - Hugs (do they like hugs? how often do they do it, and what are they like?)

He isn’t really one for hugs

We’ve all seen how awkward he hugs and how hesitant he seems when giving one

But he’ll definitely give you one if you ask

Very awkwardly and stiff yet cutely tho so 🤷‍♀️

Also if you were to ever ask for a hug where everyone can see you two

Yea…no

He doesn’t hug you often at first but if you’re more cuddly then he’ll definitely get in the habit while staying with his usual attitude

His hugs are obviously stiff but they’re really nice

I - Injury (how would they act if you got hurt?)

Absolutely terrified

Any normal person would feel this way about someone they care deeply for, but with what happened with tadashi just really made this fear even worse.

Since he’s also a hero/vigilante he’ll try his best to protect you, even if at times it can seem risky or spontaneous

Regardless of whether you’re a hero/vigilante and are able to protect yourself then he’d keep an eye on you, always.

In the actual scenario of you getting hurt during battle hiro would absolutely throw the whole plan away and go to you.

If it’s not in battle but still serious he’d be the first person asking to see you and is that person you see once you wake up.

If the injury is small he’d have Baymax assist with a bandaid or something but he’d still tell you to be more careful.

You guys can joke and tease at eachother all you want but this is one of the more serious things hiro would absolutely not want to joke about.

Even if you’re the one who got injured, he’s seriously just concerned for you.

I- I love you (how fast would they say ‘i love you’?)

So with how things have been going you’d think that hiro wouldn’t take the longest time ever due to his shyness

But he actually ends up being the first person to say it in your relationship and even says it pretty early on

Atleast in comparison to how long he’d probs take to say it

The reason he says it is only because of a fluke

He’d be all sleepy while you’re over due to an assignment the two of you have to work on or something of the sort

And because it was almost near an all nighter then best believe hiro is exhausted

And your comforting presence doesn’t make it any better

So finally when you realize hiro blissfully falling asleep you decide to cover him with a blanket and help reposition him so that he doesn’t hurt his neck while he sleeps.

While you do so you decide to also just go to sleep and when you turn off the lights and say good night to him you unexpectedly hear a goodnight back and an “I love you”

The next morning only then does hiro realize what he said and although he’s this close 🤏 to dying he still manages to tell you that he meant it

J - Jokes (do they like to joke around with or prank you? how?)

I’ve said this one and I’ll say it again

HES THE ABSOLUTE WORST

He’d joke around with humor that can best be described as gen z TikTok humor

I mean, he’s literally a teenage boy who probably had unrestricted internet access from an early age.

Let’s be real here

So he’d probably send you the Smurf cat vids, that one dancing wolf thing, and those “send to your green person 🥰” and it’s a slideshow of Shrek…

Most jokes just consist of weird teenage boy jokes and that chronically online TikTok humor 😀😭😭

He mostly just roasts you then apologizes because he realizes that it could actually hurt your feelings 🧍‍♀️

He’d probs just do lame pranks tbh

He’d just wait behind something to scare you

And even if you didn’t react he’d laugh his little ass off 🧍‍♀️

J - Jealousy (what makes them jealous? what are they like when they’re jealous?)

Despite how much hiro wants to be the non jealous type, he unfortunately fits the profile

Even if he doesn’t try, if he ever sees you talking to any guys or just hanging out with anyone else for too long then he’ll get kinda upset

He’ll ask u about it too but he’s not that confrontational unless you purposefully try to make him feel this way

Which would be ideally never

If he can’t shake the jealous feeling off then he’ll end up confessing it to you between embarrassed pauses

If you try to coddle and tease him then he’ll just run away from you cuz ain’t no way

K - Kisses (what are their kisses like? who kissed who first? where do they like to kiss you?how do they like to kiss you?)

No.

Ok ok so that’s kinda sorta rude 😭

But hiro is barely getting around with the hand holding, you really think he’s gonna be kissing you?-

Yes, yes he will

I’d imagine your teasing on how flustered and awkward he gets when you hold his hand finally made him get fed up so he just decides to kiss your cheek…

He literally evaporated from that one thing because despite trying to he backs out then you’re the one to kiss his cheek 😭

*Hiro exe has stopped working*

Literally

He had an internal freak out then turns around trying to be all nonchalant with a “hey”

Y’all don’t rlly kiss or else it’d be the death of him but that doesn’t mean kisses between the two of you are practically non existent 🌝

You’ll probably be the one to kiss him first and that knocks him out for the rest of the evening.

L - Love (how do they show you they love you? What’s their love language?)

He obviously doesn’t show you physical affection besides him touching the behind of your knees to trip you so how does he? 🌝

Well he gifts and spends time with you

I’ve already explained the gift thing, he usually gifts you little origami things or snacks

Besides the gift giving his love language would more accurately be quality time

He loves to spend time with you and just spend hours joking with you in the most cringe ways

He really adores you and thinks if the time he spends with you as precious, yknow despite the boarder line bullying

He’d probably indulge you if your more into physical touch, however the most frequent hugs you’d get from him are side hugs.

Even then, he’d more than happily hug you (ofc with his usual stiff and awkward self)

Honestly just be around hiro more often than not and you’ve already won him over

M - Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

If you ever decide to sleepover (which was probs accidental from that all nighter scenario)

Then the two of you would wake up (you were woken up by him first by getting abused 😔/j)

And then make your way to the kitchen since Cass is occupied with the Lucky Cat Cafe

You guys would make an absolute mess with food due to being distracted and it was so bad 😭

Hiro even ended up burning his pancake and bro still ate it 💀💀💀

Y’all would probs have to beg Cass to make you two something and have to hurriedly clean everything up before doing so to avoid punishment

Because ain’t no way 😭

Honestly fun because you two end up walking around San fransokyo but still 🤷‍♀️

N - Nightmare (what is their worst fear?)

Anything happening to his loved ones or those he cares for.

That’s an obvious fear for any sane person but, again, because of how sudden and horrible tadashis death it just reinforced this fear even more.

The thought of anything happening to you, his friends, and especially his aunt just had his stomach churning and makes him feel nauseous at the thought.

He’d still have nightmares about Tadashi which turned into even more serious ones about others in his life

He’d really appreciate you being there for him, especially if you slept over on one of those particular nights.

O - Obvious (How obvious do they make it that they like you?)

So insanely obvious

Not only is he painfully obvious but he’s so oblivious to the fact

He’s always offering to help you, he’s one of those people that flirts by roasting or joking around with you, and the blush that just so happens to appear on his face the minute you walk in doesn’t really help his case

Let’s not talk about how his eyes would stray away from what was in front of him anytime you’d pass by

If tadashi was still around during that time he’d obviously tease hiro about it and mention it in casual conversation

Hiro would obviously end up confessing to his crush on you and tadashi would tease but ultimately encourage him like any good older brother would.

If this took place after hiro got into SFIT then he’d be encouraged by his friends who can obviously see hiros crush on you.

He doesn’t exactly try to not make it obvious but it doesn’t really matter anyway because of all the ways he physically shows his crush on you.

P - Pet Names (what do they like to call you?)

When considering pet names don’t expect him to be lovey dovey

He’d call you those cringe ass nicknames like “pookie” or “sugar booger”

Only ever calls you this to get on your nerves and absolutely evaporates when cass or anyone from the friend group overheard him calling you these names 💀

Any other “pet names” he’d call you would either be nicknames many others who are close to you call you or nicknames he makes of your name.

P - Patience (how easily do they get angry?)

It honestly depends on the day and how it’s going for hiro

He’s honestly more on the patient side and more likely to hear you or other people out

If he’s a bit more worked up from the long day at SFIT then he’ll have a harder time tolerating anything and is more prone to lashing out

Would probs just ask you to give him some peaceful silence while you’re there with him

Q - Quiet (How are the calm, quiet moments with them?)

Because of how loud and laughter filled time you spend with hiro the moment it gets calm and quiet it almost feels foreign

The two of you obviously settle down and relax for what seems like the first time in forever

Moments like these end up with you and hiro accidentally falling alseep in eachothers arms or it makes hiro feel comfortable to talk about tadashi and more serious matters

In the case of the latter, if you ever mention a serious matter then hiro will feel even more comfortable and even happy you can share stuff like this with him.

Honestly moments like these are so sweet that even gremlin hiro won’t wish for anything to disrupt them

R - Rhythm (what songs reminds you of them?)

R - Romance (How romantic are they? What are their go-to ways of being romantic?

Home dude is absolutely the least romantic person

Well that’s what he initially thought

He never really imagined a relationship in his future, but he could easily say the same about him joining SFIT

As I’ve previously mentioned, hiros go to ways to convey his love and affection to you is by gift giving and just spending time with you.

The only ways he could flirt without absolutely losing his composure is by literally bullying you and just play fighting w you

It’s the only way hiro can effectively just get along with you.

In instances of actual romantic gestures he’s pretty awkward

I mean hiros a teenager, it’s to be expected

But I feel like when there’s certain instances that are very emotionally charged

S - Secrets (how open are they with you?)

There are times where he’s secret yet open alike

He can keep secrets from you (although he’s pretty bad at it 😭) he’d probs try his best to keep his more personal issues to himself to not only burden you but just avoid sharing it.

Obviously he’s entitled to privacy but hiro would eventually learn that keeping secrets isn’t exactly the way to go

Even if he did want to keep anything from you he isn’t exactly the best so either he continues trying to lie and gives up or you seriously confront him and he admits defeat.

When it comes to other topics that aren’t so serious or personal then he’s an open book

You’re most likely in or at least aware of his schemes and plans if you aren’t participating.

S - safe (What makes them feel safe and comfortable around you?)

Your overall presence brings him comfort and makes him feel safe

It doesn’t really matter where you guys are, the streets of san fransokyo, just hitting up a corner store or even when you’re at SFIT

Most times you’re both enjoying the other and your time is usually filled with constant teasing and jokes played on each other.

When it comes to more serious discussions he’d really appreciate it if you kept quiet and gave him the opportunity to go at his own pace.

When you create this environment and make him feel like he’s not on the spot, only then can he relax and be more open with you.

Despite how chronically online he can act at times just know it isn’t how he is all the time.

S - Security (how protective are they? how would they protect their s/o?)

He’d be pretty protective of you

Especially with how heroes have become a norm in the world of big hero 6 so he’d be more aware of where you are and what condition you’re in

He’d obviously protect you by physically defending you regardless of whether or not you’re also a vigilante/hero

But he’d also have your back if anyone were to ever pick on you

He literally just has zero tolerance policy for anyone who tries to start shit with you

It’s literally all 😐 with him cuz he really just ain’t gonna tolerate all that

T - Time (how long did it take you to get together?)

THE. LONGEST. TIME. EVER

there was so many factors to consider here

You guys were obviously close friends before you started dating and feelings were obviously apparent

As was the unbearable tension around the two of you, especially with how hiro would constantly joke around how friends dothen become so painfully aware that he completely freezes up and starts stuttering 😭

It was especially awkward when you’d be around the friend group and if you met and befriended hiro before tadashis death then best believe tadashi is gonna have to bring it up to hiro.

Because of this and hiros shy nature when anything romantic happens, he seriously refuses to make romantic advances

I mean the person you’re used to joking around and boarderline bully is now a romantic interest so it’d be so odd to have to become lovers

It’s so crazy too because once you actually confess to him everything happens so fast and it’s all spontaneous

You’re casually just chilling with hiro and all of a sudden you decide to just blurt out that you like him

He’s obviously caught off guard and accidentally hurts himself, then everything just unfolds from there and despite how awkward the air is the two of you end the night dating.

T - Tend (How do they act when you’re hurt or sick, and vice versa?)

If you ever get hurt because you accidentally cut yourself or trip and scrape your knee he’ll help you and most likely just get Baymax to treat your little injury

If this is the scenario of you falling, hiro is so obviously gonna laugh his ass off before he helps you up

He’s absolutely in the dark if you’re sick

He doesn’t even realize

Which is a complete lie cuz he kept spamming your phone when you didn’t show up to classes or respond to his texts/TikTok’s

He only found out once you either finally texted him, or more likely, he showed up at your house and decided to take care of you with the help of Baymax

Honestly thank goodness Baymax was there cuz otherwise you probably would’ve died due to hiros clumsiness.

T - Tease (how do they tease you?)

*breathes in* breathes out*

The absolute devil in human form

Wolf in sheep’s clothing

Demon spawn

Call him what you will but he’s the absolute worst teaser to be around

He’ll tease the hell out of you for the smallest of things and absolutely gain joy from your reactions

Especially if you’re the type to be more visibly flustered or embarrassed than the average person

Just throw the whole thing (hiro) away at this point honestly

U - Upset (how do they act when you’re upset?)

He’s so unserious😭

He’s kinda sorta bad at getting the clue so he’d go up to you and still joke and tease thinking you’re being unserious

If you’re actually serious then he’d automatically drop his joking tone and would ask what was wrong

Whether or not you tell him or not is up to you but if you opt to not telling him he’d be there for him and be chill about it even if he’s a lil hurt

He’d probs just drop it and try to change the subject (if u want) and you’d go back to your usual playful banter.

Although, he’d probably be pretty awkward if he’d have to comfort you 😭

U - Ugly (what are some bad habits of theirs?)

A bad habit of hiros would be getting to involved with his work

Because of how his work with robotics is constantly calling his name he can not only forget to eat and just take care of himself, but he’ll also forget to even call or talk w you

He won’t even realize until he sees a “missing poster “ around SFIT with the ugliest god damn pic of him he’s ever seen

Even then if you act petty then he’ll feel pretty guilty but then he’ll turn the tables and feel offended that your guilt tripping him

Like who do u think u are? 🤨

V - Vaunt (what are they proud of? Do they like to show you off?)

He’s absolutely proud of your accomplishments

The type of boyfriend he’d be depends on how he feels and the situation at hand.

Hiro would be so proud at your accomplishments, discoverys, research and your skills

Especially if that contributed to your success to your respective major

It honestly depends how vocal he’d be about it

He’d probs cheer you on, especially when the friend group is there to cheer you on alongside him

He’d more shy and awkward to be vocal if it’s just him but he’d still let you know how he feels

V - Vanity (how concerned are they with their looks?)

Hiro isn’t really the type to be all that concerned with how he looks

I mean he’d occasionally be self conscious, but it’s mostly because he’s going through puberty and is a teenager

The only times he cares is when he’s getting ready for something fancy or when he’s going out with you

He’d probs look at himself and think that he doesn’t look bad

He’ll definitely wonder if he’s one of those ugly guys pretty people get with

Even if he isn’t all that insecure he gets so unbearably flustered and self aware if you mention how cute he looks.

W - Warrior (how do they feel about you fighting? Would they fight for you, beside you, etc?)

If you’re a vigilante alongside big hero 6 then not having you be near the fight or not fight at all is not really an option

So in this case he’d be neutral about letting you fight but he’d of course still be there to defend you in the case that anyone tries to sneak up on you

He’d definitely fight for and with you. He’d be by your side and would absolutely put his all into making sure the two of you guy’s successfully accomplish your mission and win the fight

He won’t hesitate when he learns you got into a fight with villains.

And what’s more is that he won’t hesitate when it comes to civilian fights, not physical ones but more accurately described as disputes.

He’d definitely help when you’re being targeted or cornered by people who are trying to start and argument with you.

Will most likely tell you if you were in the wrong but only after the two of you won’t the dispute

He’s not gonna throw u under the bus like that in front of others.

W - Wild card (random relationship headcanon!)

He’d info dump and uses you to rant about his interests 😭

You’re honestly a victim due to how many times he pulls you into the lore of his fav fandoms

But if you ever show interest in it he’ll gate keep it

I mean atleast if you ever wanna rant to anyone or info dump he’ll always be right there 🤷‍♀️

If you’re a victim he has to be one too

X - X-Ray (how well are they able to read you?)

He’s pretty 50/50 most of the time

Since your relationship consists of online humor and just constant jokes he can tell when you’re not in the mood pretty quickly

Like if you’re upset and not in the mood to joke around he automatically picks up on it

However there are instances where he’s just his awkward self or just preoccupied with other things like his projects

I know I said he’s like 50/50 but he’d be able to read how you feel pretty much right then and there he’s just a bit awkward when addressing it so it’d take a bit longer for him to discuss it with you

Especially if you’re not the one to mention it, then there’s just a tension that hangs over the two of you.

This applied regardless of whether or not it’s a negative emotion/situation

X - XO (How do they show you affection? How much PDA are they willing to show?)

Hiro is the most awkward stiff teenage boy

Plus he’s a nerd so it just makes his ability to act on romantic gestures even less

I don’t really imagine hiro as the type to enjoy any form of PDA

Especially since he even hesitates with hugging and is quite stiff so if you ever wanted to very obviously hold hands or even kiss-

Well then forget it because before you can even speak to him he’d combust on the spot

He’s pretty affectionate in his own way but physical touch much less PDA would not be among them.

Y - Yearn (What do they do when they miss you?)

Hiro isn’t the type to really miss you

At least hat’s what he thinks

He usually starts off his day with thinking about you and throughout his day he’ll casually mention you in his mind

Saying things like “hmmm I wonder what y/n is doing” or “y/n would like this”

Him missing you eventually becomes apparent to everyone around him whether he notices or not

Hell casually sigh while sitting at a table at SFIT or the lucky cat cafe and it will eventually be addressed by friends or Cass

The one time that they actually do have dinner together 💀

Z- Zzz (How do they act when they get sleepy? How is it sleeping in the same bed?)

The worst sleeper ever if we’re gonna be real here

If you ever say that to his face he’d take actual offense 😭

Once you and hiro shared a bed whether he fell asleep on accident or you two just wanted to he does not give you a comfortable experience

Not only does he sleep sprawled out and all over the place but he also just has no regard for you

When he gets sleepy he’s honestly adorable though so it kinda makes up for how bad he sleeps

He’s pretty delirious and out of it once he’s sleepy and he’d probably let you hug and kiss his cheek easier than he would if he was more awake.

Even then he more likely than not snaps out of it and flusters up a storm

He has the worst bed head ever 😭

But that just makes him even cuter and if you say so he either 1. Doesn’t care because he’s sleepy and just lets you coddle him or 2. He absolutely denies it and gets all sassy with you

All that sass and usual jokes all go down the drain when the two of you wake up the next morning and the both of you are cuddling and he practically flies off the bed

Which causes him to yelp in pain and wake up Baymax that just makes the whole situation even worse with his scans and analysis of your heartbeats

A/N: Hope you enjoyed and don’t be afraid to let me know about any grammatical errors/spelling mistakes :)

Also if u saw more than 1 prompt for a letter, no u didn’t 🌝

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A Baker's Dozen - Seven

Twelve Pedro boys, twelve stand alone short stories, all set in the same bakery.

Hello!

Javi P got a lot of attention last week, both his visit to the bakery and for the many Pickled Peña fics he starred in. Thank you so much for all the lovely comments! It really means more than you probably reaslise! It's been a rough week and I feel lucky to have found a great community here and to have found so much fun and enjoyment in writing to keep my mind off things.

This week's Pedro boy is dedicated to my lovely friend @secretelephanttattoo who is not only an amazing writer, but also one of the best people I've meet on Tumblr. Love you ❤

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Working in a bakery almost every day means you pick up on people’s habits, whether they come into the shop or not. You know the bookshop owner across the streets always arrives ten minutes late on Tuesdays. The bodega owner next to your bakery always picks up his dry cleaning on Fridays and the dry cleaning lady always throws out her trash on Thursday evening. And you know that the cute guy with a dimpled smile always walks past your shop at about eight forty-five every weekday morning.

He hasn’t always walked past, it started just a few weeks ago, but now it’s routine. You’d first noticed him when he stumbled over something on the sidewalk, smacking his hand against your window to keep his balance, and making you jump. He’d given you an apologetic smile, that’s how you know he’s got a deep dimple on his left cheek. And a really, really, great smile.

The next morning you noticed him again as he glanced in through the window and smiled, a quick wave as he hurried down the street. And the same thing the next morning and then it was a routine. Around eight forty-five, between customers, you’d keep glancing over at the window until you see him walk past in his well fitted business suit, always a tie flapping in the breeze. He has a routine with those too you notice; a blue tartan pattern on Mondays, slate gray on Tuesdays, navy blue with white dots on Wednesday and the then tartan one again on Thursdays before he ditches the ties on Fridays. You wouldn’t go as far as saying that seeing him is the highlight of your day, but when one day he doesn’t pass by, you notice. And when the rest of the week passes and he doesn’t show up at all, you feel a little bit sad, even though you never even spoke with him.

Monday morning, eight thirty, and you’re working your way through the morning rush, serving coffee and selling croissants and cinnamon rolls, he suddenly appears again. But this time he’s in front of your counter, holding on to a credit card as he smiles down at you.

“Hi,” he says, the dimple deep in his cheek, “I thought it was about time I stopped by and said hello properly.”

“Hi,” you say, a little breathless, he’s even cuter, and handsome, up close, and you’re suddenly very aware of your shiny face, straggly hair and stained apron.

“I’m Marcus, Marcus Pike,” he says, holding out his hand, “I’m the creepy guy who slams into your window and never comes inside.”

“Hi Marcus,” you reply, taking his hand, hoping yours isn’t too sweaty and clammy, “I’m the creepy baker who stares at you every morning.”

He laughs at that, a warm sound that makes your spine tingle as his eyes crinkle at the corners, a wide smile making another dimple pop on his cheek.

“I guess we need to be less creepy then,” he chuckles, “maybe I can start by buying a coffee like a normal customer?”

“That sounds like a good start,” you smile back at him, “what would you like?”

“A cappuccino, please,” he glances up at the coffee menu behind you.

“Coming right up, anything else?” You motion at the fresh croissants and pain au chocolat piled up on the counter and he looks at them with longing.

“I would love too, really…but my job, we’ve got this fitness test thing in a few weeks and I’ve got to be in shape for that. That’s why I started walking to work, instead of taking the metro.”

“Come back when the test is done then, if you pass, it’ll be on the house,” you wink at him over your shoulder as you start preparing his cappuccino.

“Now there’s the motivation I need,” Marcus laughs, stepping back and glancing over the selection inside the display cases, “But you don’t have my favorite I think.”

“No? What’s your favorite then?” you ask, “No, wait, don’t tell me, let me guess.”

“Ok,” Marucs smiles as you hand him the cappuccino in a takeaway cup,” what’s my favorite?”

You look him up and down, and he grins and takes a step back so that you can see all of him, holding out his arms and giving you a little spin.

“Hmm…business suit, always a tie, well polished shoes and a job that requires fitness tests…” you hum, enjoying the chance he’s given you at properly taking him in. His suit stretches almost tight over his broad shoulders, hugging his biceps, and when he holds out his arms, the shirt underneath hangs on for dear life. The suit jacket lifts up over his butt as he turns and you’re given the privilege of eyeing it for the first time. It’s just as cute as the rest of him and you have to mentally chastise yourself for ogling.

“What’s your guess?” he smiles, coming to a stop in front of you again.

“Carrot cake, but you wipe off the frosting to stay healthy,” you say and he manages to look both cute, amused and offended at the same time.

“No way, I would never sacrifice the frosting!” he says, pretending to be insulted as he grins, “but nice try, I really like carrot cake, but it’s not my favorite.”

“Hmm…maybe-”

“No,” he interrupts you with a wave of his hand, “you get only one guess per day, you can guess again tomorrow.” He gives you a warm smile and as he taps his credit card to pay for the coffee.

“I’ll see you tomorrow, keep guessing,” he says, stepping aside to let the man who’s just stepped into the shop approach the counter. With a final wave he disappears out through the door.

The next morning he turns up again, as the morning rush dies down, and orders another cappuccino.

“Canéles,” you say, pointing at him. “Fancy, French, just the thing a guy in a smart, well tailored suit would like.”

Marcus grins and shakes his head, “I don’t even know what they are, but keep guessing!”

“Give me more clues then!” you protest as he takes a sip of the coffee you just handed him.

“Hmm…I used to play bass in a band in college,” he says and you raise your eyebrows. He does not look like a bass player, or any kind of band member for that matter.

“Special brownies?” you ask with a wink and Marcus almost spits out his coffee.

“Definitely not,” he splutters, chuckling as he wipes his chin, “and you only get one guess per day.”

“Says who?” you ask, but you already know the answer, Marcus’s grin tells you.

“I do, my game, my rules,” he gives you a wink and heads for the door, “see you tomorrow!”

Wednesday he comes in a little bit earlier and hands you a travel mug.

“This looks brand new,” you say and he nods.

“Decided I should save on the environment, and your takeaway mugs,” he smiles, leaning on the counter while you start preparing his coffee, “What’s your guess today then?”

“Cinnabons,” you say, glancing over your shoulder, feeling butterflies erupt in your belly when his face splits into a wide grin. But he shakes his head and you give him a mock scowl.

“You’re impossible to guess!”

“Keep trying, gives me a reason to come in every morning,” he replies, “Not that I need a reason though,” he adds, a pink flush suddenly creeping up from beneath his shirt collar as he gives you an uncharacteristically shy smile.

“I’ll keep trying if you promise to keep coming in,” you smile back at him, you can feel heat creeping up your own cheeks as you hand him his travel mug. And of course his fingers touch yours, just a light brush, but enough for both of you to glance down at your hands. You jump a little as his breath catches and when you look up at him again, his lips are parted and you see the tip of his tongue peak out, just for a split second, before he composes himself.

“I’ll see you tomorrow then,” he smiles, “thanks for the coffee again.”

Thursday he’s a little bit late, and he hurries through the door with his tie hanging around his neck, untied.

“Sorry, I worked late last night and slept through my alarm this morning,” he huffs as he reaches the counter.

“You don’t have to apologize to me,” you smile, “I only sell you your coffee,” you hand him the cappuccino you’ve already made him and he gives you a grateful look, “and let me fix your tie while you caffeinate yourself.”

“Thanks, you’re a lifesaver,” he sighs and takes a long sip of the coffee as you walk around the counter and stand in front of him. You look up at him, taking hold of each end of his tie, and you suddenly realize you’ve never been this close to him before. There’s always been a counter between the two of you. Now he’s standing barely a foot away and you can smell his aftershave, warm and woody, as you adjust the tie.

“Over…under…over again…” you mumble to yourself, trying to remember what your dad taught you, “up through the neck and down…there, got it,” you say, gently tightening the tie up against the collar as Marcus lifts his chin up, “but you might want to adjust it.”

“No, it feels perfect,” he says, giving you a warm smile, “thank you.”

“You’re welcome,” you smile back at him, tilting your head up a little to be able to meet his eyes now that he’s standing so close. You should really move back but he smells good and his eyes are so soft looking, the way he just smiles at you.

“What’s your guess?” he asks, smoothing his hand down over his tie as you drop yours to the side.

“What?” you mumble, slightly distracted by how his throat bobs just over the knot in the tie where your hands just where.

“What’s your guess for my favorite baked thing?” Marcus says again and you blink, catching on.

“Oh, of course! Uhmm…brownies? But real brownies, gooey in the middle and crunchy corners?”

“Oh….that is definitely high up on my list, but not my absolute favorite, you’re getting close though,” he grins at you, putting down his coffee mug on the counter.

“I’ve got to run, but….are you free tomorrow, after work?” he asks, his eyebrows knotting together as he waits for your answer.

“Yeah, I’m free,” you say, you can’t stop the smile breaking out on your face at the question and he smiles back at you.

“If you want, I’d really like to have dinner with you, maybe we can both drink something this time?”

“That sounds nice, I’d like that, Marcus,” you reply, butterflies multiplying in your belly as he gently puts his hand on your arm, “and I’ll definitely figure out what your favorite is by then.”

“It’s a date then,” he grins, “you supply my favorite and I’ll sort the rest, I’ll come by at closing, ok?”

You nod and before you know it, he’s leaned in and pressed a soft kiss on your cheek, “I’ll see you tomorrow evening.”

Friday morning Marcus stops by and buys his, by now, regular coffee, “So what’s my favorite?” he asks with a cheeky grin and you stick your tongue out at him.

“Not telling you,” you smirk at him, “I’ll serve it tonight, I’m pretty sure I’ve got it figured out now.”

“I can’t wait,” he chuckles, winking at you before he grabs his travel mug and hurries off to work.

Your day drags on and your nerves tingle every time you glance up at the clock at the wall. When the shop quietens down after lunch you prepare what you hope is Marcus’s favorite dessert, putting it in the fridge for baking later.

Just a few minutes before the clock hits closing time you hear the jingle of the doorbell and look up to see Marcus step through it. He’s changed out of his usual business suit and is wearing a leather jacket over a gray t-shirt and jeans, a bright smile as he gives you a wave. You ring up your final customer, bidding them a nice weekend as Marcus lingers to the side, and then you get a chance to say hello to him as you go to lock the door and flip the sign.

“Hi Marcus,” you smile at him as he steps forward.

“Hi,” he says, leaning down and brushing his lips against your cheek, leaving the spot tingling and your skin warm. When he straightens up he smiles at you, his eyes soft and crinkling at the corners, “I hope you don’t mind, but I have a slightly unusual plan,” he says, pointing to the duffel bag he’s got hanging from his shoulder, “Dinner’s on me, but in your kitchen.”

“You’re cooking for me?” you ask and he nods.

“Seems only fair, you’re making dessert, so I do the rest….well…” he gives a little embarrassed shrug, “with a little bit of help from my favorite restaurant.”

“Sounds like a nice plan,” you say, putting your hand on his arm and his smile brightens again, “come, let me show you the kitchen then.”

You lead him past the counter and into the back room, the kitchen clean and ready for tomorrow, except the dessert for Marcus. “What do you need?” you ask, “Help yourself to anything.”

“First of all, I need you to sit down,” he says with a smile, looking around the kitchen for a chair and spotting only the stool with wheels on, “Not many places to sit in here, huh?”

“When would I have time to just sit around?,” you laugh, taking your apron off and throwing it in the dirty laundry basket in the back room, “I usually just sit on the counter.” You heave yourself up onto the large workbench as Marcus starts unpacking his duffel bag. He’s hung his jacket on the hook by the door and now he’s crouched down, digging through the content at his feet. The gray t-shirt hugs his shoulders, stretching tight over his back and riding up, exposing a strip of bare skin just above his jeans. It’s so far from the man in the well fitted business suits you’ve been seeing every morning for the past few weeks, a much more relaxed Marcus.

“Do you wear the suits every day because your job requires you too?” you ask, taking the opportunity to stretch your tired back as you get settled on the counter, baking all day takes a toll on your body.

“Yeah, I don’t mind them but I prefer the days when I don’t have to wear them,” he answers, standing up and placing a stack of boxes next to you on the counter. “No peeking,” he says in a stern voice, smirking at you and you hold up your hands.

“I’m not touching anything,” you reply, “But I never asked what you work with?”

“I work at the FBI, with art theft,” he says and you widen your eyes.

“Don’t tell me you’re an FBI agent?”

“Yeah,” he furrows his brow as he looks over at you, “do you..is- is that a problem?”

“No, no, not at all, I’ve just never met an FBI agent. It makes being a baker seem very tame is all.”

“Maybe tame is good sometimes,” he chuckles and looks around the kitchen and his brow furrows again, “Hhmm…hang on, I’ll be right back,” he says, grabbing the bag and going out into the shop again, “No peeking!”.

“What are you doing?” you call out to him as you hear tables and chairs being moved around.

“Nothing, just setting things up, just wait there,” he calls back and a few minutes later he comes back to the kitchen.

“Now, let’s get dinner ready,” he smiles, “Plates and a small saucepan?”

You direct him to them and soon he’s arranging food on two smaller plates.

“Miss,” he says, winking at you and holding out his arm, “Let me show you to your table.”

“How nice, please lead the way,” you smile at him and slip off the counter, taking his arm. He brings you out into the café part of the bakery and leads you to one of the small round tables by the window. He’s put a white table cloth on it and set two candles in the middle, another few candles arranged around the shop. The sun is setting outside and in the dim light of the shop the candles spread a golden glow, giving it an atmosphere you’ve never seen before.

“Marcus…this is lovely, I’ve never had my shop look so nice before,” you say, sitting down as he pulls out the chair for you, “It’s so…romantic,” you let it slip out without thinking but Marcus puffs up a little and beams down at you.

“I’m glad you like it, I really like your shop,” he smiles, “and I really like the shop owner, I wanted to make it special for you.”

“You might be my very favorite customer, Marcus,” you smile back up at him, your cheeks heating up and he grins.

“First course is coming right up,” he says with a smile and disappears into the kitchen.

“You should give food walking tours of the city,” you joke as Marcus smiles at you from across the table. “I’m so full but I still want to go and eat at all your favorite places right now.”

“I’d take them here first,” he says, “and make sure everyone knows where the best bakery in town is, but…” he leans forwards and grins at you, “Speaking of baking, I want to know if you’ve guessed my favorite dessert yet.”

You give him a soft laugh and mimic his movement, leaning forward to meet him across the table, “I think I might have, I just need to go and turn on the oven and then they’ll be ready in a few minutes. But I just realized, you never said what my reward would be for guessing correctly.”

Marcus hums, tapping his long fingers on his chin as he looks at you, a mischievous smile making the corner of his mouth curl up.

“I don’t think we agreed on anything, but if you go turn on the oven and I’ll come up with something good,” he says, his smile widening, making your skin heat up as his eyes seem to suggest something enticing.

Thank god for your industrial oven, it turns on and heats up to the right temperature in no time. While you pull out the dessert plates and take the ice cream out to soften, it hums to life and pings. The dessert goes in and you set a timer and go back out to Marcus, sitting down at the table again.

“It just needs a few minutes,” you tell him, “did you come up with a reward?”

“Yeah, I did, but what if you guess wrong?” he asks, “I need a reward too.”

“If I’m wrong…” you say, thinking out loud, “you tell me your favorite, and no matter what it is, I’ll make it for you.”

“That’s a nice idea,” Marcus smiles, leaning back in his chair and crossing his arms, the t-shirt stretching tight over his biceps, you swear you can hear a seam ripping behind him, “but I like my idea better.”

“What’s your idea then?” you ask, giving him a suspicious look, he’s got a very happy grin as he looks at you.

“If you guess wrong, I can take you on a second date,” he says and you laugh, that’s probably the easiest reward he could’ve asked for and you see the corners of his eyes crinkle as he sees your laughter.

“Hardly a difficult reward, Marcus,” you smile at him and he gives you a warm smile back, “But what if I guess right, what’s my reward then?”

“If you guess right, you get to take me on a second date,” he grins and you feel little happy bubbles in your chest as his soft eyes stay locked with yours, you can’t help but smile widely back at him.

“Deal, Marcus,” you say, holding out your hand to him. He leans forward and takes it, his large hand enveloping yours, thick fingers gently closing around yours as you both shake on it.

“I can smell chocolate,” he grins, glancing at the kitchen, “I think you’re on the right track.”

“I know you, Marcus,” you laugh, “all serious business suits on the outside, but a wild child on the inside, bass player and all.”

“Hardly the definition of a ‘wild child’,” Marcus chuckles, “now, if I’d been lead singer or lead guitar, then maybe.”

“Well, the dessert is only a little bit of a wild child, the defining factor is that at its heart, it’s very romantic, just like you.”

Marcus gives you a slightly embarrassed smile, “It’s that obvious, huh?”

“That you’re a romantic? Of course, but I like it,” you smile softly back at him, turning off the timer that’s just gone off, “Moment of truth. Did I guess right or not?”

“Doesn’t matter, I’m getting a second date either way,” he says, winking at you as you stand up and head to the kitchen.

Pulling them out of the oven you quickly plate the dessert and scoop up the vanilla ice cream, finishing with a light dusting of cocoa. Your hip bumps open the door to the shop and Marcus watches you eagerly as you bring the plates over and set them down on the table.

“If this is what I think it is, you’ve got yourself a second date,” he jokes and grins up at you.

“That’s not helpful, Marcus,” you laugh, “either way, you’ve got yourself a second date.”

“I know, that’s the beauty of this deal,” he chuckles, picking up his dessert spoon and looking at you expectantly, “Can I guess?”

“Sure, go ahead,” you smile and he pokes the dessert lightly.

“Chocolate fondant?” he asks, looking up at you, raising his eyebrows, before he digs the spoon in and cuts it open. The soft chocolate cake exterior gives way to a thick river of chocolate that pours out of the interior of the little cake. Marcus giggles and scoops up a bite of both cake and sauce and puts the spoon in his mouth, humming at the flavor and closing his eyes. You watch with pride as he tips his head back and moans, the spoon still in his mouth as he sucks it clean.

“How did you know?” he asks, a bright smile on his face when he’s finally done with his first bite.

You shrug and smile back at him, “You’re not a health freak, you didn’t recognise the more complicated French pastry, you like gooey brownies and you’re a romantic. Chocolate fondant seemed like the obvious choice. Decadent, sweet and just the right amount of fancy,” you grin at him.

You take a spoonful from your own fondant and put it in your mouth, watching the chocolate flow out from the inside, just the right amount of undercooked to keep the inside flowing and warm. The chocolate flavor spreads across your tongue, paired with a hint of vanilla and salt, rich and warm and you let an involuntary moan escape. When you glance up you don’t miss the dark look Marcus gives you, his eyes fixed on your mouth as he takes another spoonful.

“You really guessed right, I love chocolate fondant, but I’ve never had one this good before,” he says, humming around the big piece in his mouth. “How come you don’t have them in the shop? Actually, don’t have them in the shop, I’d buy them all every week.”

You giggle at his blissed out face as he takes another big bite, dropping his head into the palm of his hand as he sucks the spoon clean, “It’s like hot chocolate, brownie and chocolate sauce all in one fluffy soft shell of cake.”

“I’m glad I guessed right, seeing your happy face makes me happy,” you smile at him and the tips of his ears go a pink in the dim light as he clears his throat and chuckles.

“Coming to your bakery makes me happy,” he smiles, scraping the last bit of fondant from the plate while he looks up at you, his eyes crinkling at the corners and it’s your time to feel the heat rise in your face, his grin widens as he sees you shift awkwardly in your chair and glance at him with a smile.

“Really, getting my morning coffee has become the highlight of my day,” Marcus says, “How sad isn’t that?”

“Not sad, you coming into the bakery every morning has been the highlight of my day,” you say, finishing off the fondant and putting the spoon down while Marcus watches you with a smile. He suddenly pushes his chair back and stands up, holding his hand out to you.

“Dance with me,” he says, the warmth of his hand spreading across your palm and down your arm as he pulls you to your feet.

“There’s no music, Marcus,” you laugh but he just grins and spins you around before catching you in his arms, one around your waist, the other still holding on to your hand as you put your own hand on his shoulder.

“Who cares about the music,” he says, gently swaying you back and forth while he gives you a soft smile, “it was just a clever ruse to get to hold you.” His hand on the small of your back is lightly stroking the fabric of your shirt and you’re very close to him, pressed up against his chest as he holds you near, moving slowly in a circle. You can smell his aftershave, mixed in with the dark chocolate of the dessert and without thinking, your hand slips into the soft looking curls at the back of his neck. Marcus tilts his head as your fingers play with the silky strands, letting go of your hand and moving it slowly to cup your face, his thumb stroking the soft skin on your cheek as he seems to inhale slightly and dip his head to yours.

His lips are just as soft as you’ve imagined them, warm, gentle, as he parts them and tastes you. His steady hand holds you close, the curve of his strong nose brushing up against your cheek as he angles his head to better kiss you. You feel your fingers gripping his hair, willing him to press you even closer to him. All of his warm, solid body is pressed up against yours, his hand at the small of your back sliding up to hold you closer to him, your own hand gripping his shoulder, steadying yourself as you feel like melting into his touch.

He’s still swaying the two of you gently, your lips moving slowly together, tasting the chocolate on each other's tongues. Heat is creeping through your body, wrapping around you, as you feel him tighten his hold on you, his breath skating over your lips as he exhales, a quiet groan leaving his throat.

“You taste so sweet, even sweeter than the dessert,” he mumbles, his mouth close to yours, “I never want to stop kissing you.”

You stand on your tiptoes to reach more of him, your hand around his neck, and part your lips for him, letting his tongue lick into your mouth with more fervor. He also tastes sweet and the way he pulls you closer as you steady yourself against his chest makes you moan under his increasingly heated kisses. He’s not swaying you anymore, instead he lets you melt into his body, his arm holding you up, as he bends his head, another groan slipping from him as he feels your tongue slip around his own.

Marcus’s kisses make you forget the time, where you are, and not until he pulls away with a sigh, do you open your eyes and look up at him. His eyes are dark, filled with lust, and it’s mirrored in the way his body feels against yours, his arousal a clear presence between you. And you can feel your own fill your core with heat, a slow shiver as you touch upon the thought of having him even closer.

Marcus keeps his eyes locked on you, his warm hand gently stroking your cheek as he seems to take a deep breath, composing himself. Your fingers are still toying with the impossibly soft curls at the back of his neck, letting them slip through your fingers, and you feel like you might drown in his dark brown eyes if he doesn’t release you soon.

“Is it too soon to ask for a second date tomorrow?” he whispers, his eyes dropping down to your lips again, and then back to your eyes as you shake your head.

“No, tomorrow sounds like a very good idea,” you mumble, slightly hazy from the way his hands never stop touching you, warming your body and sending shivers to your core.

“Ok,” he mumbles back, “can I kiss you again?”

“If you do, we might not get out of here tonight, Marcus,” you smile at him and he chuckles, nodding and pulling back a little.

“You’re very right, maybe it’s best to save more kisses for tomorrow.”

“I look forward to them though,” you say, letting your fingers slip from his hair and down over his shoulder, caressing his arm, his wrist, and finally his hand. He takes your hand then, enveloping it in his larger one, and brings it to his mouth, pressing a soft kiss to it.

“Tomorrow then,” he smiles.

Part Eight

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