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limitlessgojo · 4 years ago

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The More You Know

Warnings: NSFW Content

NSFW Tags: SMUT, Mutual masturbation, Squirting, over-sensitivity, Sex Education, unprotected sex, Bareback, dry humping, First time with Noritoshi, explicit content

Tags: Kamo Noritoshi x Reader, Soulmates AU, Smut, Fluff, Fem!Reader

NSFW Taglist: @fkngkumiko @gojoussunglasses @s-t-f-u-b-i-t-c-h @sunaswife

Word Count: 3.5k

Notes: I tagged this to the best of my ability. As I've already said, minors please DNI with my NSFW works.

Previous Chapter: Home Sweet Home

Next Chapter: Big White Lies

Blood Bound: Red Strings of Fate.

Chapter 13.5

Utahime Sensei called both you and Noritoshi into her office one afternoon to give you "the talk." She’s aware that both of you are dating.

You and Noritoshi worriedly looked at each other before sitting down, across from her desk.

“There’s no need to be worried. You both haven’t done anything wrong. I just wanted to check up on the two of you.” She clarified. You both relaxed.

“Y/N, how are you adjusting to life on campus so far?”

“Ah, yes I’ve been adjusting well, thanks to everyone who has been helping me here and there. I’ve also grown used to the campus.”

“That’s great to hear. Looks like all of you first years are now settled in. Which brings me to my next question,” She started getting serious. "So, of course I know that both of you are dating. Teachers hear things from other students, it’s natural. Did you both get your parents’ permission to date each other?”

“Ah, yes, my mom and dad both know and said it’s okay for me to date senpai. They’ve been wanting to meet him as well. Next time when we are on break.” You said meekly.

Noritoshi quickly turned to you, eyes widening. Ah, you haven’t told him yet that they wanted to meet him. “They said it’s no big rush. We can do it over Christmas break.” Your voice quieted down.

“My parents have also approved of our relationship, as you know.” He put a hand to your back and spoke comfortingly. As always, your body relaxes under his warm touch. Hearing that made the knot in your chest slightly loosen up.

Utahime looked pleased at that. “That’s excellent to hear. Everything seems to be in order. And, have you both… you know… done "it" yet?"

Your eyes widened, then you flushed red before shaking your head. Noritoshi replied with a soft "No, we haven't." Face just as red as yours, before he forced it down.

The room suddenly felt stuffy and hot. Was this conversation really necessary?

“Ahem,” Utahime cleared her throat. “This is a very important conversation, and I want to make sure that both of you are engaging in consensual and safe sexual practices if you ever decide to do it. I’m aware that both of you are already of legal consenting ages here. That and it’s not uncommon for teenagers in Japan to do such.”

Gosh, just let this pass already, you thought to yourself, utterly mortified.

“So now I’ll talk you through the use of contraceptives and birth control then.” It was a mini sex education class with just the 3 of you.

And the rest of the afternoon was filled with a lot of do’s and don’ts and the explanation of how to use condoms. Noritoshi’s soul was practically leaving his body at the very thought.

“Don’t be shy to ask me for help in buying condoms or birth control pills. I’d rather both of you have safe sexual practices than not.” She ordered sternly.

You both quickly nodded, “Yes sensei.”

“Okay, that should be all. Then off you go.” She ushered you both out of her office, ready to prepare for another faculty meeting later.

After you both left the room, you slowly walked back to your dorm with Noritoshi close behind you. An unspoken agreement hung in the air as you filed into your dorm room.

He doesn’t come over to yours as often as you go over to his room, but he likes it. You’re happy that he doesn’t mind the numerous stuffed toys or fluffy blankets on your bed.

You served him some tea and mochi, not having spoken a word still. He stayed silent as well.

“....” your face was still red. Noritoshi found it almost funny and incredible, how it stayed red for such a long time. He reached out to cup your face.

You leaned into his touch. His hands were slightly cold, taking away some of the heat off your face.

“I won’t do anything you don’t want to. For us I mean. Like what we just talked about now. I’m okay if you’re okay with it. Completely.” He stumbled over his words.

You nodded and reached out for a hug, which he gladly gave. Sitting on his lap, cradled in his arms. “I… I’m okay with it. The sex talk was just really embarrassing, but inevitable.”

You shyly looked up at him. He gave a weak smile in return, trying to slow down the blood rising to his face. His ears were still pink though.

"When we are both ready then." He hastily uttered before changing the topic. You giggled. He was more reserved than you expected.

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A week later...

You’ve both taken to reading Kamo no Hotaru’s diary entries together when you were both alone and undisturbed. One evening, during a rare moment of peace when both of you had no schedules, you stayed in Noritoshi’s room, laying on his bed. “Toshi! That entry! It matches our first shared vision together!”

“Right. I noticed that when I browsed over it too. He really…” Noritoshi trails off. You perk up and cuddle into his side, facing back to the diary, “What is it?”

He abruptly closes the book shut, face really red. It was a good thing this was a copy of the original, because of the way he roughly handled it.

Why. “Toshi!!! Lemme see~” you whined, grabbing the book. He couldn’t look you in the eye as he handed you the book. You eagerly flipped through to where you stopped.

Hotaru was describing his fight with his beloved Misaki. “She must have been the woman in my visions then huh.”

Noritoshi buried his face into the junction of your shoulder and neck. You stared at him. His face and ears were on fire. “Toshi, are you not feeling well? Fever?” You pressed a palm onto his forehead. He shook his head and snuggled into your hand. The blush settled down rather quickly.

This guy never fails to cheat with his body temperature huh.

Anyways, going back to the passage.

“Misaki was lovely tonight. She astounds me every single time she fights with those demons and curses. Just the most beautiful sight to behold.”

“Awww, what a dreamy man” you sighed. Noritoshi’s grip on you tightened.

“Tonight was the first night in my life that I was able to hold her so close to me. We went back to the inn and had our baths before going to bed. We only had one futon, since the inn was in some far off and secluded area. It was also full, so we had no choice. We ought to be getting back to the urbanised districts soon. Her hair smelled nice. I can’t forget how her cheeks turned dark red when I undressed her. Her soft mounds under my hands. -

You shut the book, closed your eyes and stuck your tongue out hard against the inside of your cheek. Total silence filled the room for like 5 minutes before you opened it and continued reading,

“I’ve never felt anything softer than Misaki. Every curve of hers was to my liking. Every sound she made was comparable to the voice of an angel’s. She tasted so sweet down below. I never thought I’d be one to have premarital sexual relations, but to hell with it all.”

Noritoshi peeked over your shoulder, arms still wound tightly around you with one eye open, reading the passage together with you.

“I will try to remember in vivid detail how exactly I’ve taken her. It was a rush of the moment sort of thing. She was such a shy thing, covering her eyes as I undressed in front of her.

Only to cry for me to fill her up moments later. I took my time with her, tasting and feeling every bit of her body. Not long after, I made love to her. Her insides were warm and molded perfectly to me.

We both felt like we were melting into each other. Our Crimson bindings out and about, floating around our bodies as we indulged each other in pleasure.

It was worth leaving everything behind, in order to experience this life with her. We had to take great care so as for Misaki to not bear a child as we are still in the midst of fighting battles with demons here and there."

“Damn that guy was desperate for some action.” You said out loud. Noritoshi choked hard on his spit at this. You didn’t even take your eyes off the ancient erotica you were reading as you reached out with one hand to pat Nori on the back.

“Not like they had condoms or contraceptives back then huh. How difficult.” You wondered. “Y/N I-” Noritoshi sputtered. You turned to him. He looked like a deer caught in the headlights.

“You what…” your eyes trailed down at the movement. All of the sudden there was a pillow on his lap. He turned away, forcing his hard-on to disappear.

Noritoshi was just a very sweet little thing. He was really taken aback with your lack of fluster at the moment.

Whenever he whispers into your ears and holds your hand you blush. He secretly loved nipping at you and playing with your fingers to make your face glow red.

Even when Utahime sensei gave both of you the talk, you looked mortified. But since that day, you seemed to have gained a layer of quiet confidence.

And here you were reading an old smutty diary entry with a straight face.

An unpleasant thought came to his mind as he blurted out, "Have you had any experience at all? With this…. These things?"

Your eyes widened, before you shook your head. "Mmm to be honest none at all. You're pretty much my first everything Toshi. First boyfriend. First kiss. First love. You know."

Noritoshi relaxed. "Me too, you're my first for everything." You smiled at him, moving to hug him before he grabbed your hand to stop you from going further. His other one tightened on the pillow on top of his crotch.

Ah.

You wanted to help him but… Is it too early for the both of you? You wanted to wait for Noritoshi to bring it up. Unfortunately, he doesn't make any moves.

He is still very much a gentleman, politely turning away and closing his eyes whenever you get dressed or undressed in the ensuite bathroom. And really, it did touch your heart at the fact that he was really so sweet with you.

“Toshi, do you want any help with that?” You set the diary down on the side table. He flinched before slowly turning to you.

“Do you not find it disgusting?” He asked weakly.

“Mmmm, not really." You crawled into his lap, your face now slightly pink. You wanted this. You wanted to see more of him, know more about his body underneath the wide and loose fitting clothes.

“If you don’t want me to, that's also okay. Like you said, we have time. This isn’t something to be rushed Toshi."

He looked up at you. Deep down he really wanted this. But he wasn't prepared for it to go this fast. He didn't buy any condoms, lube, or contraceptives for you at all. He still had yet to research on more safe sex practices.

He shook his head. "I'm not worried about me, I'm worried about you. We only talked about this the other day, I hope it's not too fast for you."

"I'm okay as well, no it's not too fast."

"As long as we are both fine with it, then it's okay."

"So… what do you want me to do?"

He turned bright red, not bothering to use his jujutsu to force it away. He wanted his body to be honest with you. "We don't have to go all the way now. Please touch me down... there. I'm clean. Just took a shower before you came in."

You nodded, tossing away the pillow on his lap as you undressed him. There were so many layers of clothing. Your mouth watered in anticipation upon seeing the outline of his erection clearly straining against his clothes.

And the one thing you've been looking forward to seeing. He parted his inner white yukata, revealing his abs and pecs. Holy shit. He is built and defined. With a solid 8 pack of abs, arms with biceps and triceps.

You gulped. Noritoshi stared at your reaction. "You like my body."

"Ah I do. Noritoshi, you're really pretty." You admitted.

Noritoshi shut his eyes and felt the last of his sanity fizzling out. Why aren't you close to him then?

"You took the words out of my mouth, pretty one." He pulled you to his chest, nipping at your ears and neck. He knew all your sensitive spots, easily making your body react to him.

"Toshiii, haa no it tickles" Shaking in his arms, you pressed against him, running your hands down his front.

"Looks like I really don't need to hold back with you." He growled, gripping you tighter.

You hooked your fingers on the waistband of his pants and pulled it down, revealing his length. It sprung up, pretty and already hard.

It was big, long, thick, with veins protruding, and the mushroom-like head was a blushing pink. You stared numbly, wondering how it would ever fit inside of you.

You cautiously fisted him. It was so hot and heavy, twitching in your hands. You pooled spit in your mouth before letting it drip onto the tip of his length, making him glide easier in your hands.

Noritoshi threw his head back at the action, breathing heavily. Small jolts of electricity ran through his body, upon feeling your lips on his chest and neck.

"Angel, it feels much better when you do it. I wanna make you feel good too, please." His voice is deeper than normal, sending shivers down your spine.

He didn't hesitate as he pulled off your top as you nodded. You felt self conscious, covering up your breasts. "No need to hide from me. You're a gorgeous sight for sore eyes." Noritoshi pushed away your arms and sucked on your tits, making you gasp out.

"Toshi."

"Mmmm." He swirled his tongue around your nipples, playfully tugging and sucking on them like they were candy. Your pants and underwear were quickly discarded, leaving you bare.

Cold air hit your entrance, making you tense up. Noritoshi's hands stroked your legs until they settled on your ankles.

"Spread your legs for me," he murmured. You couldn't say no to that. You slowly widened them, inch by inch, the bed creaking underneath you.

He stared at your wet opening, parting your lower lips. It was glistening with slick. He dragged two fingers over them. Sinking in his fingers and groaning at the sensation of your walls. It was hotter and wetter than he expected it to be.

"Here I was, trying to stop myself from losing control over you, only to find out you've wanted me too." He scoffed. You grew more and more aroused at hearing his voice become deeper, just slowly nodding in agreement, unable to speak. The only sounds coming from your mouth were moans and whimpers of his name.

Squelching noises filled the quiet room as he began to experiment with your body. Nothing escaped Noritoshi. He stared at you, watching and analysing your reactions with every curve, push, pull, and movement from his fingers.

Not long after, he found your sweet spot, pressing his fingers eagerly into it. You shivered.

He leaned over to kiss you while slowly fucking you with his fingers. The pressure on your insides made you feel floaty. You reached out to continue stroking him as well, making him tense against you until you slumped against him, head feeling way too hot and dizzy.

He huffed a laugh, “Too much for you angel? It feels good doesn’t it?” You whined at him with a pout, guiding yourself up and down on his fingers. Your voice grew louder when he pulled them out.

"Shh, give me a second." Noritoshi repositioned both of you, so that you were sitting on his lap. Putting some pillows behind him as he leaned against the headboard of the bed.

It was a slightly risky position, he could easily enter you from this angle so you had to push your back against his chest, comforted by his warmth.

"Let me play with you." Who was this man and where was your stoic Toshi? Noritoshi kissed everywhere he could reach, the side of your face, your shoulder, cheeks and neck.

"Come on, rub yourself against me." You felt him smile against your skin.

You took his length and grinded your pussy down on him, slathering your juices onto him. Tears streamed down your face. "Why does it feel so good? Ssss too much."

His hands were cupping and squeezing your breasts, holding you firm against his chest. You could feel the sweat gathering on your back.

Both of your Phoenix marks were glowing a bright red, illuminating both of your features. You reached to clasp his wrist, feeling the warmth seep out from his mark.

Heat. That was the main shared sensation between the two of you. Simply and drunkenly chasing after pleasure. The soulmate bond showed you his inner desires of breeding you, filling you up, pleasing you, and making you content. You felt touched and giddy.

Noritoshi's head is hooked over your shoulder. Mouth watering at the sight of him thrusting against your thighs. The tip of his cock poked up and down between your legs. Your ass was pressing hard against his hips, driving him insane.

You both grinded against each other at a moderate pace. Hiccups and mewls escaped your lips as you drooled.

You tightened your thighs when he sped up his thrusts. Your pussy feels hotter with each passing moment. He was humping you so hard, you started to lightly bounce on his lap.

All you could feel and smell was Noritoshi. The scent of sex was heavy in the air. You've never felt this type of greed over a person before. It scared you a bit.

"Darling, come on me." Noritoshi breathed out huskily against your ear. You shivered, squeezing and crossing your thighs. He softly grunted as he came all over your legs, the cum still hot.

Amazed, Noritoshi watched as you also squirted, spraying all over both of your legs and the mattress. He leaned over to rub your clit more, feeling it spew against his fingers as he put a heavy pressure on it. “Haaah! Toshi, no stop!! It feels so good!” You threw your head back wildly, feeling your legs spasm beyond your control at the touch of oversensitivity.

"Is that a no or a yes?" He nipped your earlobe as he continued rubbing your clit.

"More. Gimme more." You moaned.

He smirked, immediately plunging two fingers into you, pistoning it in and out as fast as he could, while his thumb continuously stroked at your clit. He held you tight as you sobbed his name unabashedly.

A second orgasm violently washed over you, making you shake. He helped you ride it out, by slowing down his movements until you collapsed against him.

It was hard not to fall asleep as you both stopped to catch a breath, but you had to clean up. “Sorry for making a mess.” You turned to face him and frowned upon feeling the stickiness on both of your legs.

His eyes glinted darkly, “No, don’t apologize. We both made a mess. I quite like it.” You hid your smile in his neck at that.

"We can take a quick shower then go to bed if you'd like?" Noritoshi offered.

"Mmm… sounds good."

The shower was quick and pleasant. It was nice to smell like Noritoshi. You happily hummed to yourself as you lathered your arms with his body soap. It smells nice and deep with touches of bergamot and clove.

On the other hand, Noritoshi was having an internal crisis. He just wanted to stuff you full of his cum right there as he helped you bathe, but was determined to wait until you got married to do so.

You went to bed in one of his kimonos after changing his sheets. Noritoshi loves how you look in his clothes and how you smell like him now.

"Thank you…" You whispered.

Noritoshi's body was so warm as he pulled you to him, his lips pressed against your temple. "Mmm, thank you also for trusting me with your body. I feel so relaxed, should we do this more often?"

You squawked in surprise, pushing his chest and laughing with him. "Nori's not so pure minded after all. Here I thought you were super conservative."

"Never said I was, angel."

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The next day, you were both mortified when Todo came up to tell you to keep it down next time. His room is next to Noritoshi's.

The both of you didn't realize he was home when that went down. “I'm soundproofing my room after this.” Noritoshi exasperatedly sighed at you.

"Ahh, maybe I should do the same with mine," You fiddled with your shirt. He smiled, leaning down to see you eye to eye, "You're looking forward to doing it with me again, I presume?"

If he wasn't so handsome right there, with his eyes bright and filled with so much joy, you're sure you would have smacked him in the chest.

".... No comment."

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Author's notes: Had to check the legal age in Japan for consent to sexual activities and the laws are SO MESSY. Long story short, the official age of consent is 13. Based on prefecture, for 16-18 years old, it is legal if they have consent to date from their parents. Basically, they’re trying to prevent relationships with huge age gaps for teens (with over 20 year olds) who might be taken advantage of. Toshi and Y/n’s bdays have passed already, so they’re 17 and 16 here.

Of course note that this is all fiction anyways.

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endlessly-cursed · 3 years ago

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One Step Closer (Judespar)

A/N: Writing this fic was an adventure (because I kept being distracted, neurodivergency goes brr) and exploring Jude and Caspar’s story a bit further while taking a bit step: meeting the in-laws! Caspar belongs to the incredible @cursebreakerfarrier

Summary: The Brokenshires invite Jude to dinner

TW: Mentions of emotional abuse, a bit of kissing and angst

Word Count: 6.3k words

February, 1933

Caspar Brokenshire woke up a tad earlier than he should on the Friday morning. He took a deep breath and then took a look at his side, where Jude Dubois slept peacefully, her hair mussed and still with his shirt on. He smiled broadly as he remembered the nice stroll on the park with baby Joseph on his shoulders, the nice dinner they got after they left him with his grandparents to babysit and then coming to Jude’s apartment, where they busied with each other.

He heard Jude waking up and looked at him, arching an eyebrow “Do you know that it’s creepy to stare?”

He chuckled and kissed her cheek “Forgive me, love, but you’re simply a vision even sleeping.”

She smiled and then got up. All this time together, she had opened up about Joseph’s father: he had been cold with her, only paying her attention in the bedroom, never waking up together and simply keeping her like a dirty secret… and treating her like dirt itself.

Caspar always thought that Jude was simply too smart to be with the likes of him, that she’d never fall for it, but not even the most intelligent woman he knew could escape him. It broke his heart and also made his blood boil. He had an incredible woman at his feet, and he decided to treat her like she was not worth it? He did always think him an idiot, and too good for Jude.

When he heard that Jude was pregnant, he feared the worse, and office gossip wasn’t helping. But when Violet Selwyn-Ellison, Jude’s closest friend, told everyone they had split and that Jude would raise her child alone, he felt relief and also concern. Society did not take kindly single mothers and expected them to either marry the father or trap a poor bachelor into marriage and expect him to raise their child.

But Jude had refused to do either of those and, though he knew it had been hard to unhear the foul mouths, she had proved to be a smart, strong and independent woman. He had always felt drawn to her nature, but seeing her with her son, seeing this nurturing, loving and kind creature, he knew she was the one for him. Not to mention, baby Joseph was the funniest, most adorable baby, and always liked him, and the feeling was mutual.

He got up and fetched his clothes, all forgotten all over Jude’s bedroom floor. He took a deep breath as he collected his thoughts, not trying to think on the perfect night they spent here, tangled on each other and the perfect synchrony and rhythm they had reached. He cleared his throat and he came to the kitchen, here he craned his neck, looking for the clock.

“Do you want to stay for breakfast? Joseph will be here at any moment and you two can have your interesting chats.”

He searched for his pocket watch and looked at the time “I’d love nothing more, but I promised my grandmother that I’d visit her. Tell him I said hello, though.”

Jude made a face but quickly recomposed herself, but Caspar quickly read her thoughts “Come here,” he kissed her cheek and caressed her face “I know that it sounds bad, but you know my grandmother Evelyn. You two work in the same field.” He also smiled “And you know that every Saturday morning I visit her. I promise I will come back on Sunday morning, and feel free to ask her if I was truly there.”

She sighed and buried her face in his chest “I’m sorry, Caspar. I don’t mean to be so controlling, it’s just… I can’t help but become paranoid and worrisome when—,”

He hugged her tightly, kissing her head “Don’t worry, love. You should know that I only have eyes for one woman, and I’m cradling her in my arms as we speak.”

She hugged him tighter and he gladly returned the affection and lifted her up, sitting her on the counter and kissed her softly “I promise to visit you at your office. And to tell my granny that you say hello.”

She smiled at him and kissed his cheek “Go. I have to prepare for this new case anyways. Shoo.” They both chuckled before he kissed her one more time before grabbing his keys and coat and leaving her apartment, not before glancing back and mouthing a ‘see you later’ to Jude.

Jude sighed, mentally kicking herself. She had acted irrational again, but thank goodness Caspar was an angel who understood. Her previous relationship with Nigel had bruised her greatly. He had neglected her, cheated on her, insulted and emotionally abused her to the point where she thought she was going crazy. He had never once lifted his hand to her, but there was a point where she wished she did, so people would believe her when she called him out. Many had warned her of him, but she was too engrossed in this powerful, elder, charismatic and confident man who was in reality a narcissist, an entitled, immature and privileged old man who had taken advantage of her. And even when she said, that, people still blamed her for not knowing better. How could she have? She was just twenty-one when she met him, and she never had any relationships before. Sure, she had kissed some men and some dumb one-night stands, but Nigel was serious from the start. Perhaps she did notice his faults, but chose to ignore them.

When she had left Nigel’s cottage—she didn’t even live with him at the estate—his mother had told her that when he left to ‘visit her’, he was with other women, and that habit had always been there. She had carried her pregnancy alone while he was out there, prancing his cock around like some kind of bizarre circus attraction, not giving a damn about his own child, calling her a whore and that he had no interest in a bastard and his commoner mother.

She remembered laying on her bed, weeping and screaming out her feelings, Violet waiting at the door patiently with chocolate, ice cream, and a lot of hugs. The first two terms, she spent them crying and dragging herself to work, with barely any energy. She did relish on her victories and when she acted as a judge when her co-worker couldn’t make it.

Until Caspar started paying her attention. He brought her flowers with notes quoting poems, offered to walk her to her car, but to her, the wound wasn’t entirely closed. She did accept his gifts, but was still reluctant of being courted by yet another rich, influential man. He seemed to understand she needed time and that some things still hurt.

But seeing him with baby Joseph, and his family, and their low-key dates and deep talks, how kind, understanding and sweet he was… Falling for Caspar Brokenshire felt like going to sleep after a long day. At first you weren’t able to do so, overthinking the day, then you started to notice how your body was slowly falling into the world of dreams, adjusting to the comfort and warmth of the bed, and the next thing you knew, you had fallen into the world of dreams, just as she had fallen for him. And the moment she knew, she made sure to let him know how much she appreciated him.

She slowly smiled to herself as she remembered the first time she asked him to stay the night. While they did not lay together, they laid on the bed, talking and cuddling until she fell asleep on his strong arms, secured around her waist. When she woke up next to him, cutely sleeping, she knew that he was what Violet always called ‘Mr. Right’. Many nights had followed, and from cuddling they kissed softly, talking between smooches and sometimes feeding a very hungry baby Joseph, until it was Jude who took the step. She knew that Caspar had been patiently waiting, enjoying their little moments. It felt right. She didn’t feel it as a pressure or something she owed him, like with Nigel, but rather because she chose to, because she wanted him and wanted this. As she passionately kissed him, she whispered to him “I am ready, Caspar. Kiss me and don’t you dare stop.” He had asked her at least three times if she was sure and reassured her they could stop, and she reassured him that she was ready and wanted this and him.

And what a wonderful night they spent! Caspar was so sweet and attentive, and could get over the first-time awkwardness to actual love and passion and admiration for one another. She had never felt so seen, worshipped or spoiled, and later they had a small pillow talk between giddy smiles and where he told her he loved her. She was caught off guard, and he assured her she didn’t need to answer now, but that he wanted her to know.

It was a week later when Joseph wouldn’t sleep and it was already two in the evening when he started humming a lullaby, and he quickly slept on the crib with a small rabbit toy Joseph loved, and when both exited the room, she took gently his face in her hand and looked at him lovingly and adoringly “I love seeing you with Joseph, and how right it feels when the three of us are together, and when I hold you and talk to you… But most of all, I love you, Caspar Sidney Brokenshire. With you I am happier than I have ever been.”

He smiled at her, tears threatening to go down, but instead he kissed her giddily and spent a wonderful night in each other’s arms, loving each other and whispering to the other those three words.

Jude had started to talk more openly about her and Caspar, and she suspected he too talked about her openly as a partner. Her aunt Blanche adored Caspar and always ‘kidnapped’ Joseph so both of them had time together and he had met her family formally in their reunion. She loved seeing him play with her nephew and nieces, Elodie, Èponine and Fabian. And given that when they left, he had a broad smile on his face, she reckoned her brother and father had given their blessing to keep courting Jude.

There were times where she thought that something would go off, that this was too good to be true, but every day with Caspar was a gift. Sure, they had their quarrels, but he always came back to her, always reached a consensus, and their love for the other always reigned victor.

Jude sighed happily as she rummaged through her paperwork, feeling blessed to have Caspar Brokenshire in her life.

As Caspar came out of the car, his grandmother Evelyn was already there with a bright smile on her face. He smiled widely at her and greeted her fondly “Grandmother. You look lovely as usual.”

She smiled “Flatterer! And you look taller than before! How fast time goes by.”

He shook his head, still smiling “I saw you last week, grandmother. Nothing’s changed.”

She was about to say something when his grandfather Rex shouted from the house “Will you let the poor boy in, Evie? It’s freezing outside!” He said teasingly.

Both chuckled and Evelyn let go of her grandson to greet his grandfather. Both of them hugged and exchanged some pleasantries before he knowingly whispered “And I take the perfume smell is due to the fact that you spent the night with your mysterious lady, eh?” He cleared his throat and looked another way, making his grandfather laugh “I warn you; your grandmother won’t stop until she has a name, and you know how persuasive she can be.”

“Uh, what do we have today? I’m starving.”

Rex kept on the teasing “Do not tell me your lady doesn’t feed you!”

Caspar shook his head as Toby observed everything amused “I reserved myself for Grandmother’s cooking. I always end up rolling back to my flat because of the excess of food.”

Sheridan meowed as he chased Evelyn to the kitchen, probably to ask her for treats. He remembered when Jude first met Sheridan, and after a few pets and a small treat, he lay on her lap as both of them dined and conversed about a case she had won recently. He smiled as he remembered how she excitedly explained the technique she used, what she learned from it and the deep research. Jude was hardworking and dedicated to her cause, attributes that first called his attention.

He sat with Toby and played with his nephew a bit, exchanging stories until Toby looked at him “Whoever that unnamed lady is, Cas, she does you good. I hope to meet her one day.”

Evelyn, unnoticed by both men, looked with a knowing smile to her grandson “So there is a lady in your life! Now I owe your mother a shilling.”

He looked at her with wide eyes “You two betted on my love life?!”

His mother, Lillian, joined the conversation “For a few months, dear! Especially after your lady called home asking for you. She has a strong and commanding voice, but she was sweet with me. She even wished that we see each other soon!”

Suddenly, they all started to theorize who could be, much to Caspar’s embarrassment. He sighed “Can we not discuss my love life right now, especially with an empty stomach?”

Evelyn was the one to concede poor Caspar some mercy “Very well. But don’t you think you’re escaping the conversation!”

He shook his head and focused instead on his nephew Leonard, and for a moment he remembered Joseph, who was probably awake and either eating or chewing on the rabbit toy he had gifted him after reaching nine months.

The dinner went on without talking of Caspar’s love life, which relieved him –not because he was ashamed of Jude or didn’t want to talk to her! –but his family never talked about his love life, always focused on his work. Jude was the first woman who had been able to make him think of something more than chasing down truth and justice. Someday, when the time was right, to settle down and form their own family… the thought of it before her never came, and though he liked the idea, he didn’t truly consider it until he fell in love with her.

With tea served and the scones ready, everyone went into groups and Evelyn came to him, a soft expression on her eyes “I think you owe me a conversation of the lady who you won’t mention.”

“I won’t say much, but… she is a Ravenclaw alumni, she works in the Ministry as well, her job is similar to yours—,”

“Oh, do I know her?” She asked.

“It is possible, yes. And… she has a son from a previous relationship.”

“Widowed?”

“No.”

“Divorced, then?”

“Neither.”

“Oh, so she’s a single mother?”

He nodded “Yes. I reckon is hard for her too, but she carries on her duty well. She’s always there with her son and makes also time for herself.”

Evelyn smiled “She sounds like an amazing, strong and independent woman. Now I’m intrigued! How long have you two seen each other?”

“We have seen each other since November of last year.”

“Aren’t you a tease! And you said nothing to me at least?”

He scratched the back of his head “To be fair… I wasn’t sure I’d have a chance. And she was still hurting after the father of her son abandoned her. I wanted to be sure and give her time to open up to me.”

Lillian, who had been casually near –and with that she meant eavesdropping—smiled with pride. She had raised her son well, and how he talked of her proved her and her chest was filled with joy.

Evelyn squeezed her his hand “Well, do tell your mysterious lady she is welcome to join us this Tuesday for a small dinner.”

“And that her son’s invited as well,” Lillian added.

He nodded “I shall let her know tomorrow when I drop by her office.”

Lillian looked at her son “When are you meeting her parents, son?”

He looked away, fully knowing that she’d scold him. His mother took the hint and shook her head “You met a girl’s parents and didn’t tell me or bring me?!”

Now he’d be chided and teased for the rest of the night.

When Caspar had told Jude she’d meet his mother and grandparents, many feelings rushed inside her: excitement, anxiety, pressure and a bit of fear.

She had never been introduced to any of her partner’s parents, not even Nigel’s. She had no experience on the matter whatsoever. But she also felt like the were serious about this, and the relationship was going forward. She also felt anxious and pressured. She wanted nothing more than the good opinion and approval of his family, especially his mother. She had heard many tales from Lillian Brokenshire and have had a chat with his grandmother Evelyn when she consulted her about one of her first cases. And of course, the famous Rex Brokenshire. She suspected that the tales wouldn’t make him justice. She knew by tales of Caspar that he was at the end of the day another regular man, but the intimidating feeling had been there. She was also afraid; what if she messed up? What if she wasn’t good enough? Too many catastrophic scenarios came into mind, and Caspar was quick to spot them rushing into her mind through her worried look.

“Hey,” he placed his hand on her shoulders “I know it can sound intimidating, meeting my family, but I assure you they are regular people with regular lives outside the heroism of my grandfather. They are going to love you, darling. Just be yourself, they do not bite despite their profession of vampirologists.”

That small joke made her chuckle and nodded, taking a deep breath “Alright, I’ll go.” Joseph made a complaining noise as he tugged her pants. Both of them chuckled “Sorry, darling. We’ll go.”

He smiled at her and gave her a chaste kiss before looking at his watch and rushing to his office, for his break was over. Jude sighed as she picked Joseph from the floor “Guess we’ll have to put you on an adorable outfit so all the attention goes to you, hm?”

Joseph cooed, still gnawing at the rabbit toy.

Sliding the beige dress she chose, with a modest neckline and her best makeup with her lucky lipstick –she was convinced that every time she had it on, good things happened—and Joseph dressed as the cutest little gentleman with an adorable suit her tailor gladly made –though he had been stubborn when measuring it and kicked effusively when trying it on—nothing could go wrong.

She explained to Joseph how he should behave in the best way a ten-month-old baby could understand, and with a happy coo and what it seemed like a nod, they waited for Caspar to pick them up and take them to Brokenshire estate, where the dinner would be held.

She had learned that Rex held the title of Lord for a long time, though it was his eldest son and Caspar’s uncle, Ace, who did most of the duties. Caspar smiled broadly at the sight of his girlfriend and kissed her cheek and greeted Joseph, who gladly cooed on his arms.

During the drive, Caspar told Jude some facts and things she should do to impress them while reassuring her that they’d love her no matter what. Joseph still played with his beloved rabbit toy.

They finally arrived, and though the manor was not as portentous and massive as others of the peerage, it was nevertheless impressive. She wiped the sweat off her palms and sighed, hoping for the best. Caspar squeezed her leg in encouragement, and he offered to pick Joseph while she made her entrance. Indeed, Lillian and Evelyn Brokenshire waited for them at the door. She took one deep breath and came out the car with elegant and confident steps and bobbed a curtsy at Evelyn and greeted Lillian. Evelyn gasped and smiled at Jude “So you are the mysterious lady Caspar has been hanging with!”

She smiled bashfully “Guilty as charged. It is nice to see you, Mrs. Brokenshire.”

She clasped her hands in her own “Evelyn, please. We are not at Wizengamot!”

She then turned to Lillian “It is a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” She smiled broadly at Lillian “Your son has talked much about you.”

“All good things, I hope?”

She smiled teasingly “I wouldn’t let him talk ill of his own mother, so you can be certain he has.”

The three women laughed until Lillian noticed Caspar with baby Joseph and she smiled “Oh, is that your son? How adorable he is!”

Caspar approached the trio of women “Grandmother, mother, this is Joseph.” The baby then looked at Lillian and her very appealing bejewelled dress and tried to reach it with a mischievous grin “Careful, he is stronger than he appears.”

Lillian wiggled a finger to him and Joseph beamed, catching it and cooing. Evelyn smiled at looked at his flaming red hair “I wonder who he got that gorgeous ginger hair from.”

Jude picked her son and kissed his head “It is from my mother. She has this gorgeous red hair.”

They all came in and she spotted the famous Rex Brokenshire in a neat suit. He looked older than the picture, with a bright grey hair and his face full of the passage of time, but he still had what made him so admired and feared by those who opposed him. She curtsied to him and extended her hand for a greeting “It is a pleasure to meet you, Lord Brokenshire. I have heard nothing but great things from you.”

He smiled warmly at her “Did Cas fill you in of my adventures?”

“He needn’t to. I grew up hearing great tales about you, my lord.”

“You humble me. And I take this is your son?” He signalled Joseph, who was cooing, looking at the shiny insignias he had on his suit.

Jude chuckled “Yes. Lord Brokenshire, this is Joseph Adrien Dubois, my son.”

He bent down to look better at the baby boy and smiled “Hello. I take you want to touch this?” He signalled the insignia and he beamed. He laughed and booped him on the nose “If you are as lovely as your boy, we shall get along well.”

“I truly hope so.”

He signalled her to follow him, and she obliged. Hers and Joseph’s gazes studied the manor and often commented with Rex the paintings and statues, and even greeted some students of his. One blonde girl with an old Victorian attire introduced herself as the little girl who kicked Rex Brokenshire’s arse. Jude did not laugh for politeness’ sake–and too because she saw his embarrassment, but she’d for sure ask Caspar later about her—and took a seat in the drawing room, where Jude placed Joseph on a cushion where he gnawed on his rabbit toy, a habit of his by now.

The women and Caspar joined them soon, though Lillian often made faces to Joseph, who giggled and made sounds of delight by having the attention of the nice lady. Caspar sat beside Jude, often squeezing her hand, letting her know that he was there all the way.

Lillian was the one to start asking questions to Jude “Correct me if I’m wrong, but is the surgeon Ètienne Dubois is your brother?”

She nodded “Yes. He’s very good at it, and is devote. Are you a former patient?”

Lillian shook her head “I’m not, but many of my friends with a more unfortunate passage of time have visited his office, and he’s destined to become one of the best of his generations.”

Jude smiled with pride “He and I always bonded over wanting to do something great and leave our mark in the world. That’s why I wanted to be a lawyer for certain cases where minorities such as women, people of colour and communities that are under-protected by the law knew that someone had their backs.”

Evelyn looked at her “Oh! You were on the case of Gaunt vs Hemmings, right?”

Jude’s chest puffed with pride remembering one of her best victories: Gaunt vs Hemmings was a case of a black muggle women who had been accosted by a pureblood man of the Gaunt family, and when she sued him, he accused her of gold-digger and opportunist. Jude quickly took Hemmings’ side and after months talking with Hemmings and some meetings with Gaunt, found out that he had gotten her pregnant against her own will and when she told him that she was leaving and having an abortion and would report what he did, he had been adamant on not allowing his reputation to be stained. Jude quickly got him right where she wanted him with ‘easy’ questions, and after days where the Muggles asked the judge to imprison Gaunt and the Pureblood accused Hemmings of destroying good families out of pettiness, the judge sentenced Gaunt with a heavy fine and to pay the abortion and to apologise in the courtroom to the Hemmings family and a restraining order, though Jude knew he deserved jail, but this was nevertheless a victory.

Jude has earned new allies and enemies, and had been ascended for her impressive labour by her boss. She and Hemmings still talked “Yes, that was me. Hemmings and I still talk, and she’s married her childhood sweetheart and had triplet boys.”

The women smiled at such a happy ending and Caspar smiled at Jude with adoration “One of the many things that I like of Jude. She’s tenacious and is not easily frightened by those above her.”

Rex raised his glass “Great and rare attributes that are to be rewarded.”

They all toasted to Jude and Joseph seemed to sense it, for he asked something to drink. Jude quickly retrieved a small bottle of water and gave it to him. Rex looked at him and sticked his tongue out, which made him giggle while the water slipped to his clothes. He apologised to Jude but she shook her heard “It’s alright, it’s just water. It’ll pass quickly. The concern would be if it was food.”

They all agreed and the valet announced that dinner was now served. The all sat on the mahogany desk and chatted and exchanged some stories, and Evelyn and Jude discussed cases and experiences, and even indulged some office gossip. Caspar beamed at the sight: his favourite people in the same room and table, getting along and being merry. He spotted Joseph picking his fork and trying to give it to him. Jude giggled “It seems that even my ten-month-old son is aware of your poor eating habits.”

Lillian shook her head at her son “You are truly hopeless if a baby tells you to eat more.” She turned to Jude “He doesn’t listen to him, either?”

“He actually does. Many of Joseph’s meals are offered to Caspar.”

She looked at her son, who looked down embarrassed, shaking her head “I do not know if I should feel offended that you don’t listen to me, or let it pass because it’s adorable.”

Everyone laughed, but Jude squeezed Caspar’s hand and he smiled at her, kissing lovingly her knuckles and sharing some glances. Evelyn whispered to her husband “Do you think we were that obvious at their age?”

“Definitely. Though they have it now easier than we did.”

Joseph cooed, asking for attention, and both chuckled, granting it gladly. Another meal came and the conversation continued, and Jude told them of Dubois manor and some funny stories with Caspar and Joseph, and she also shared something not even Caspar knew “I confess that law and justice were not always my vocation. I loved ballet as a child and Hogwarts years, and was adamant on living in Paris with my grandmother when, out of the academy I attended in summer, I overheard these Pureblood men talking about how they were gods compared to muggles and their wives and how they did terrible things I dare not say out loud and no one would say a thing and even support them. I started reading the newspaper and buying essays and books until I knew that I couldn’t just overlook these things and simply move on with my life. So, I told my father everything and soon started to study harder to get a place at the Ministry. There are times where I still think of that conversation, and now that I have a son to think about… it is my duty as his mother and adult to give him a better world to live in.”

Everyone seemed moved by Jude’s story and Caspar looked at her lovingly, adoration on his eyes. During that speech, he had been reminded again why he loved her so. Lillian, Rex and Evelyn all shared a look: this woman was Caspar’s perfect match. It was amazing and amusing how well they complemented each other, how well they fitted. Lillian placed her hand on Jude’s and smiled at her “Thank you for sharing this story with us. Truly.”

She looked at Evelyn and Rex “If someone could understand where I come from, that would be you both. You two are the great example of doing good for our world.”

Rex lifted his glass “To Caspar and Jude, the couple who will change the world for better after we’re gone.”

Caspar took Jude’s hand and lifted his glass, his chest puffing with pride and joy. Joseph drank of his water and happily chewed his mac and cheese. Both of them looked at each other, feeling even more drawn and connected to the other than before. Lillian’s worries had faded out in that moment. Her son was shining with love and joy, a thing she prayed he felt at least once, like she had with his father once. Not that the feeling had faded, but as years went, the passionate fire that consumed her bones turned into a calm, warming fire that felt like coming home. She also knew her parents were thinking the same, that same fire they felt a long time ago.

After the dinner was over, Rex asked Jude if he could take over watching Joseph for a bit—Jude said that it wasn’t necessary. He chuckled “I don’t mind. I love caring for babies, even if they’re a handful.”

“You’re in luck then,” Caspar smiled “for Joseph if the funniest and most wonderful baby. He has never been a handful.”

“Very well then. But if he needs a change, tell me instantly!” Said Jude.

He nodded and took Joseph in his arms, who cooed at the attention he received. He fussed with Rex’s suit and he laughed, remembering when his children had his age. It felt like a lifetime ago…

Jude and Caspar went out for a stroll in the gardens and they walked in a comfortable silence “Do you think I liked them? Did I talk too much?”

Caspar kissed her forehead “Seems to me like a success. They were delighted with you, trust me. You’re very hard to dislike, Jude Dubois.”

They both smiled before sharing a loving kiss. Jude took a better hold of Caspar’s back of the neck and deepened the kiss, and he gladly returned it. He begged her closer, which resulted in Jude going on her tiptoes for more purchase. His hands went to her lower waist and Jude smiled and stared at him for a few seconds before going for another kiss.

He lifted her bride style and she giggled, encircling her hands on his strong shoulders and both giggled as he spun her around “Stop it! What are you, twelve?”

“When I am with you, dearest, I indeed feel like a whipped schoolboy.”

She smiled before going for another kiss, both relishing in this small moment they had for themselves. He was to suggest to go deeper into the gardens when Joseph’s cry for his mother snapped them back to reality. He reluctantly placed her on the floor again and offered to escort her back “Even I know when Joseph wants you with him and no one else.”

They both walked back to the house, where Evelyn rocked a crying Joseph, asking for his mama when she spotted Jude and Caspar coming back into the manor, their lips red and swollen and their hair mussed and a bit messy. She smiled to herself. Merlin, did she know of the many times Rex and her relied on their friends to have a moment to themselves! Especially when their kids were too little to go looking for them.

Jude shushed her son and took him in her arms, handling her expertly, whispering to him and rocking him in the way he liked best, his small hand strongly gripping on her dress, a small signal that he didn’t want her away from him again, demanding his mother all for himself “Alright, darling, giving the weight of your nappy it’s time for a change, hm?”

“I’ll assist you.” Lillian offered.

Jude smiled politely “It’s alright, I can handle this little monster by myself.”

“I insist!”

Caspar teasingly whispered to her “You won’t win this one. I got my persuasive skills from her.”

Jude shook her head with a smile and beckoned her future mother-in-law to follow her to a room that’d be away from the guests for their noses’ sake. As they went upstairs, the both chatted of trivial things and went into a bedroom, where the servants had left Jude’s stuff should this happen. As they changed him, Joseph was on his best behaviour, barely kicking or making the not-so-pleasant task difficult. Lillian offered to make him laugh as Jude did the dirty work, and Lillian told her of her methods when Caspar had been Joseph’s age: apparently, he had been a serious baby, not easily amused, but grew into a charming and studious boy. Jude was not surprised at all—she had, in fact, suspected it.

Joseph went back to his mother’s arms and Lillian smiled at them both. Maybe it was too soon, but she could imagine her holding her grandson with Caspar, babysitting them… yes, it was too soon perhaps, but an old woman like her could dream!

As they both exited the room, Lillian placed a gentle hand on Jude’s shoulder, and Joseph went to play with her fingers “I can’t speak for my parents, but I wanted to give you, my blessing. You clearly are my son’s perfect match and how much you love him. I hope we can see each other more in the future.”

Jude nodded, trying not to cry of emotion “I’d love nothing more.”

They both smiled and came downstairs, where the men took their whiskey as Evelyn re-told them a story of baby Caspar. At the sight of his girlfriend back, Caspar’s eyes lit and he beckoned her beside him and placed Joseph on his lap, who seemed very happy to be there. He pointed at him and said “Pa!”

Everyone looked around to look at the scene and Jude inhaled sharply, taken by surprise. Her mouth was a big ‘O’ that turned into a smile as she looked at a clearly moved Caspar “What did you say, my boy?”

“Papa!”

Lillian beamed and Rex and Evelyn observed the scene before them with pride and joy. Caspar smiled, full of joy and tears in his eyes and hugged him, and Jude joined the embrace.

“I think it is time to bid our adieus and let them have their moment, don’t you think, Evie?” Rex whispered to his wife, who agreed with him. Soon, Jude and Caspar bid adieu to their hosts and went into the car, an impossible wide grin on their faces as Joseph happily gnawed yet again on the rabbit toy, enjoying the fact that both of them were happy.

After putting Joseph to sleep, they both exited the room and Caspar took Jude’s hands into his own “Please tell me I dreamed all of that.”

Jude shook her head “It is real, my love. Joseph considers you his father.”

He chuckled, moved by the statement, and hugged her tightly, spinning her around. She giggled and kissed him, passionately and happily, both their hearts seeming about to burst. He took her to the bedroom, where they fell asleep in each other’s arms, sharing kisses and giggles, both happy because of today’s events. For both of them, this was one of the happiest days of their lives.

Before they fell asleep, Jude whispered “I’ve met many widows and divorced women who remarried and wondered what it’d be like to have the father in their lives again.” She felt him tense “But with you is different. When Joseph called you papa, it felt right. Like you were his father. And today made it clear. You are his father, even if the two of you share no blood. You feed him, take care of him, love him like your own… and he feels the same. And it honestly makes me so happy. The two men I love the most, getting along so well… if I could freeze the time, it’d be this instant.”

She felt him smiling wide, begging her closer “I don’t want today to end neither.”

They fell asleep, with the biggest smiles they had, both repeating the day over their heads, feeling like today would be the first day of their lives together, that their love story had just begun.

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lucifer x f!reader ~3.2k words NSFW [ mirror sex, choking, fingerfucking, praise ] a/n: horny writing brain go brrr. this came to me & i finally felt inspired again so i wanted to write it while i could. NSFW under the cut.

Bare skin to bare skin, pressed chest to chest, lips crashing against lips. Lucifer’s fingers dance along the delicate curve of your waist, following the intricate map of your body like a well-seasoned traveler. And that he was: even from the first time you and he had explored each other, he seemed to know exactly what you like best; whether from intuition or experience, it didn’t matter. He knew exactly how to make your body sing for him from that first feverish encounter, and you just couldn’t get enough.

Lucifer’s hand travels from your waist, dusting his fingers lightly across your skin, leaving a swath of delicate goosebumps in their wake. They make their way to your breast, rolling the hardened bud of your nipple between. His lips find purchase on the other, tongue rolling over the sensitive skin before taking it completely into his mouth, sucking lightly. His crimson eyes flit up to yours, peering at you through dark lashes and the way your head drops back, a soft moan escaping from between your lips; the way you bite down on your bottom lip as your nails dig into his shoulders.

He lets out his own utterance of pleasure against your skin, the carnal desire twisting through his veins, ebbing and flowing with each beat of his heart and yours. Hips pressed to hips, face to chest now as he pulls his mouth back from your nipple, placing a featherlight kiss between your breasts. Your breath hitches in your throat, your own hand moving to thread your fingers through his soft, dark locks, the other hand skimming his torso absentmindedly back and forth.

Pressing your hips harder against his, the wetness is obvious between your legs. It doesn’t matter how many times you gave your body to Lucifer; it was as though each time, your body became conditioned to the pleasure he continually gives you, until just a simple touch was nearly enough to make you sing. How badly you craved to feel his skin on yours when his deep red gaze landed on yours, his expression impassive, his eyes telling a story worth a thousand words within the slight deepening of the irises. He feels it, too, in every longing look across the room during classes, student council meetings, dinner. The thought of laying you down, placing kisses on your feverish skin as you lay beneath him shuddering and moaning, each vocalization making his cock twitch until he can finally align himself with you.

“I want you, darling,” Lucifer murmurs into you, carefully feeling the beat of your heart through your chest.

“Mm… I think that’s obvious. And so is the fact that I want you too,” you tell him, voice breathy, barely audible above a whisper in the stillness of his bedroom.

Lucifer weaves his own fingers through your hair in response, tugging your head down to his. He presses his forehead to yours before his lips find yours once more, pouring every ounce of his desire to feel you into the kiss. His tongue begs entrance, deepening the kiss, your lips parting to allow him in as you explore each other’s mouths sensually. A soft groan escapes, though it’s difficult to tell who the sound originates from, the both of you almost uncomfortably aroused. Hunger growing more feral by the second, bodies aching to satiate the desire that blazes an inferno through your veins.

“Then, let us have each other,” Lucifer mumbles against your lips. “I need you so very badly right now, my love, like I do every waking moment.”

“Take me, then,” comes your breathy whisper, though you feel the grin stretch across your face as your heartbeat quickens in anticipation.

“Gladly.”

Lucifer can feel his own grin being painted onto his perfect face, eager to indulge in your warm and pliant body. He peppers kisses down your cheek, moving his mouth to the junction of your neck and your shoulder. Biting down gently before sucking the skin into his mouth, he is intent on leaving a mark. He loves to see the marks he makes on your skin welt into raised ridges before bruising, knowing it will stay there for everyone to see exactly who you belong to. A smirk tugs the corner of his lip up when you shiver in response, skimming his tongue along the length of your collarbone, feeling every delicious tiny ridge of your skin as it flares.

Shifting slightly from his position leaned up against the pillows, Lucifer moves his hands to your hips, poised to roll you onto your back. He wants nothing more than to see you spread open before him like a forbidden tome, abundantly wet excitement leaking from you, coating the inside of your luscious thighs as you eagerly wait to take his cock into the constricting warmth of your core.

An idea crosses your mind then, and you chuckle softly at the thought, a slight bite of your lip as you lift your leg from the other side of Lucifer’s waist and move to stand. The demon looks at you quizzically, a question on his face as his brows furrow together slightly in confusion. You flash him a cheeky grin and a wink, striding over to the nightstand where your D.D.D. lay charging.

“You know,” you purr confidently, “I’ve always wanted to see what I look like while I’m being fucked. You tell me I’m beautiful, but I’d like to see for myself… if that’s permissible to you, that is, my love.”

Sliding your thumb across the screen to open the camera app, you set the phone to video mode, angling it to capture the side of Lucifer’s bed and propping it against the lamp. Your finger is poised to press “record,” but before you can, you feel Lucifer’s arms wrap around your waist, rapidly pulling you back against him as he sits up on the bed, your back pressed to his chest as you gasp in surprise. A hand moves to squeeze your breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers as he speaks.

“Is that so?” he coos, ghosting his lips against your ear. “My, my... my darling is feeling quite naughty tonight, isn’t she? Wanting to record herself as I spread her tight pussy wide open and fill her with my cock like the dirty little slut that she is?”

Moving his hand from your breast to between your legs, he can’t help but groan slightly upon feeling your wetness coat his fingers, eager to indulge in your body, but not quite yet. No, not yet, he tells himself, a wicked plan formulating in his own mind as his teeth sink into your neck, just barely avoiding breaking the skin.

“Already so eager, so willing,” Lucifer purrs. “However, you won’t be able to see yourself properly on such a small screen, my love. Allow me to offer a solution.”

The demon mutters a short incantation against your skin, the words unfamiliar. Is he using a spell on me? You start slightly as the hand wrapped around your waist moves from your body. He flicks his wrist, a nefarious grin stretching across his face as he watches the look of utter confusion on your own delicate features, relishing the control he always seems to have over you as you ponder exactly what he has planned for you.

A perfectly clear full-length mirror, previously stationed in Lucifer’s private bathroom, now sits directly before you, propped against his nightstand. Instantly, your head turns, eyes widening as your gaze lands upon your own reflection. Lucifer shifts behind you, hooking his arms beneath your thighs and moving you forward on his lap, angling your back ever so slightly, moving his mouth to the back of your neck as his hard cock presses against you from behind. He spreads your legs slowly, teasing, his own gaze trained on the reflection in the mirror before him.

“Much better than such a small phone screen,” Lucifer chuckles, nibbling your skin. “Wouldn’t you agree? The mirror will allow you to see absolutely everything.”

“U-Um… yes.”

The words stumble over one another as they leave your mouth, focusing solely on the sight of yourself spread open before you. It was not as though you had never seen yourself naked, as if unfamiliar with the secrets of your own body; you took care of yourself well, something you pride yourself on doing… especially when you’re laying with the Avatar of Pride himself. No, it is more so seeing yourself spread open for him that is shocking to you, the way your body responds to his touch, especially between your legs. The way your wet excitement shines in the low, flickering candlelight, warm, practically throbbing with need. The way your nipples are hard, the goosebumps flared across nearly every inch of your skin at his touch.

“You will get to see absolutely everything,” Lucifer growls, repeating the words once more, letting his breath tickle your ear. “How your body sings for me at my touch. My cock stretching out your tight, warm, aching little hole. Your face twisting in pleasure as I bring you to places of ecstasy, the way my name falls helplessly from your lips when you cum and milk my cock dry. But first…”

Lucifer’s lips find purchase on your neck once more, pressing soft kisses against it. He snakes a hand back between your legs to your dripping heat, teasing your swollen bundle of nerves with a featherlight touch of his fingers.

“I’m going to make you cum with just my fingers,” his deep, velvety voice purrs into your ear, “and you’re not going to miss a single second of it.”

Moving back to your neck, Lucifer’s kisses grow in intensity as they continue, as does the pace of his fingers on your clit, eliciting a lewd moan from your lips. The wanton sound nearly does him in, desperate to bury himself inside you. Your feelings echo his, the way your walls quiver, his cock pressing against your lower back. The need for him practically burns its way through your veins, teeming with desire; it presents itself as a loud, needy whine. He chuckles darkly against the back of your neck, savoring the sounds of your desperation.

“What’s the matter, darling? Is my needy slut feeling a little desperate to have her tight little pussy stretched out and gaping for me?”

Your hands move to Lucifer’s thighs, digging your nails sharply into his skin; eyes fixated on the reflection before you, watching as he slides his hand further down, teasing a few fingers at your entrance.

“Beg me for it, pet,” he directs, sliding his hand up and down your slit as he waits for your compliance.

“Please, Lucifer, p-please,” you mewl. Your voice reaches a higher pitch, the sound of your desperation and desire echoing across the spacious room. Nearly light-headed, dizzy, mind clouding over, your head feeling nearly empty, the only thoughts occupying the space of your mind are thoughts of him . Smirking against your skin, the demon chuckles once more, louder this time, as if mocking how needy you are for him.

“Good girl.”

Lucifer sings your praises, slipping two fingers inside you. Instinctively, your head drops back against him as the pleasure begins to overtake you. He curls and pumps them skillfully as he presses them against the most sensitive spots, relishing your breathy gasps and the way your walls begin to tighten around him, wetness dripping down his fingers onto his hand.

“Oh? Someone’s getting all wet for me, hm?” he teases.

His own eyes watch himself pleasuring you in the reflection. A rumble stirs from deep within his chest, an animalistic need ebbing and flowing through his blood, to the very core of his being. Noticing the way your gaze has moved from the mirror, he slides a third finger into you, moving his free hand to grip your throat at the sound of your gasping moan, now slightly muted.

“Watch.”

The single-worded command sounds from deep in Lucifer’s throat, spoken in a low growl, the deep timbre of his voice only serving to fuel your already wicked desire. Your head moves forward, complying, making sure to keep your eyes trained on yourself in the mirror. The urge to tip your head back and crash your lips against his, to moan into his skin grows stronger with each passing moment.

As if sensing your temptation, he tightens his grip on your throat ever so slightly, biting into the back of your neck to keep you in place. A muted gasp followed by a salacious outcry of pleasure tears from your throat, the telltale tightening of your pelvic muscles around Lucifer’s fingers signaling your oncoming release.

“L-Lucifer! I’m going to c-cum…”

He smirks against your skin, increasing the pace of his fingers further, pushing you closer to the edge. Squeezing your throat, he nips your earlobe before bringing his lips to your ear.

“Cum for me. And don’t you dare take your eyes off that mirror.”

Wanting nothing more than to squeeze your eyes shut, to ride out the blissful high with your lips crashing against his to moan into his mouth, you obey, keeping your gaze trained on yourself and Lucifer’s hand between your legs. Your fingers dig crescent moons into his thighs as your orgasm peaks, body involuntarily jerking forward, as much as it can with fingers gripping your throat. The blissful inferno blazes a trail between your hips, straight into your chest, letting the ebb and flow of your heart drive the feeling into every inch of your body.

“F-fuck-”

A string of curses, followed by Lucifer’s name fall helplessly from your lips, accompanied by a near scream of pleasure. The familiar gushing wetness of your climax drips all over his hand, spilling into his sheets, the evidence of your sins a dark circle pooled beneath you. He pulls his fingers from inside you to wrap around your hair, gently tipping your head back to kiss you.

“Good girl,” Lucifer coos in praise, quickly kissing you again and biting your bottom lip as he pulls back, dragging it between his teeth before releasing it. “But I’m not quite done with you yet - I did promise you that you’d get to see your pussy split wide open by my cock in that mirror.”

Releasing his grip on your throat briefly, Lucifer moves both his hands to your hips. He lifts you up before slowly lowering you onto his hardened length. Another deep growl rumbles in his chest as he buries himself into your constricting warmth; at the same time, your eyes squeeze shut and your head tips back to press against his own, crying out. He growls again as he moves his hand back to grip your throat, a bit tighter than before.

“I told you to watch,” Lucifer grumbles.

“Y-yes, s-sorry, Lucifer,” you breathe, barely able to rasp the words.

“Good girl.”

Hooking his free hand under your thigh for better purchase, Lucifer thrusts roughly into you without warning, burying himself to the hilt. Your walls quiver around him as they stretch to accommodate his generous length, and he groans, savoring the warm wetness that he knows so well. The sensual sound of your moans draw out his demon form, transforming quickly behind you.

“Now, I am going to fuck you,” he husks, biting into your neck. “I am going to fuck you in front of this mirror, and you are going to watch as my cock stretches your needy, aching hole, not missing a single millisecond. And if you keep making those delicious sounds for me, I’ll pump you full of my cum so I can breed you like the dirty fucking cockslut that you are.”

Lucifer bears your weight as you press yourself against him, following his orders. Your eyes widen upon seeing just how much his cock stretches you, but the thought doesn’t last long before your brain fogs over with pleasure. He snaps his hips up into yours, moving quickly, frantically; he had denied himself so long to tease you, to get you off. His growls increase in volume with each thrust, burying his face into your neck with a loud groan.

“Oh, fuck, darling,” Lucifer moans. “You feel so fucking good.”

The demon whines into your skin, the sound so sweet, so desperate , it nearly pushes you over the edge. Oh , how you loved to hear how good you make him feel, as good as the pleasure he gives to you, both teeming with need, an insatiable hunger to feel the other’s body nearly every waking second of the day. It was because of moments like this, the way your bodies united as one and sang in pleasurable, sinful harmony, always in sync.

“Don’t you love to see what I see every time I fuck you, pet?” he asks, words stunted in his efforts. “How beautiful you look when I’m fucking into you, writhing in pleasure… I almost feel pity for everyone who doesn’t get to see what a gorgeous mess you are, just for me .”

Lucifer snakes his hand back down between your legs as he continues his nearly frenzied movements to rub your clit, eager to push you towards your release. The pleasurable onslaught causes you to tighten, squeezing his cock; he groans loudly, rolling his hips with purpose. Every thrust elicits another wanton gasp from your sweet, sweet mouth, edging you ever closer.

“Lucifer!” you gasp loudly, shuddering. “I’m going to cum-”

“Oh, fuck yes, darling. Cum for me,” he hisses in response, cutting off your breathy moans as he feels his own desperation ignite. “I want to feel your tight little pussy milk every last drop from my cock.”

Conditioned to his command, your body sings in response, every sensitive nerve ending electrified. This time, you can’t stop yourself from writhing in ecstasy, shuddering, back arching as your head drops. A high-pitched scream tears from your throat despite Lucifer’s grip, calling out his name in breathy cries with each syllable, loud enough to surely wake everyone in the House of Lamentation at this late hour.

“Yes, my love, yes,” he rasps.

Lucifer doesn’t bother to correct you, his own release washing over him as you come undone, whining loudly into your shoulder. The fire pools low in his belly before coming undone, like a tight spring finally uncoiling after being denied for so long. He spills into you, filling you with his seed with a loud groan.

Wrapping both of his arms around you, Lucifer bears your weight as you lean back against him, eyes moving back to your reflection. He slides out of you slowly, pressing a kiss to your cheek. Keeping your back pressed to his chest, you can feel him breathing heavily behind you as he attempts to catch his breath, your own rising and falling rapidly as it tries the same.

“Perhaps next time,” Lucifer breathes, holding you tighter, “we will record ourselves on your D.D.D., and compare the two. I suppose I wouldn’t mind having video evidence of just how well I know how to wreck you, pet.”

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renjuseyo · 4 years ago

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if ur requests are open can i pls request Jaehyun x male reader where the reader is so drunk that he forgot that his boyfriend(jaehyun) is his boyfriend. then he asks a member if he is taken and they said yes and that will make reader to silently be sad in the corner and jaehyun asks if readers ready to go home......... andddddddd ill leaveee the rest to u hehehehe (iloveurwriting so much)

tipsy ; jaehyun

group: nct

pairing: jung yoonoh / reader (male)

synopsis: both you and jaehyun knew how much of a lightweight you were, but when has that ever stopped you?

genre: fluff, crack

warnings: implied sexual content, explicit language

i lost inspiration for this, so i hope this mess of a fic is okay anon! as always, feedback is appreciated!!

when you peek through the peephole, you expect to see the delivery man holding the package you had ordered online. instead, you’re pleasantly surprised to see your boyfriend on the other side of the door, wrapped in a hoodie, mask, and tinted sunglasses. his disguise is pretty unnecessary given how your neighbors are mainly made up of old people who have never heard of nct, but it gets the job done.

once you’ve unhooked the chain bolt, you unlock the door and swing it open. he slightly jumps at the noise, but visibly softens when he sees you. “hey (name),” he greets, slipping off his mask and sunglasses.

“hey yourself. what are you doing here?” you ask. with how hectic his schedule has been after promotions with the nct 2020 project and working as an mc on inkigayo, you two hadn’t seen each other in weeks. though you missed him, you sympathized with the tireless hours he spent working as an idol. at least you preoccupied yourself with netflix.

he slips off his sneakers and enters your home, taking off the rest of his disguise. you close and lock the door behind you, trailing behind him. “i managed to squeak in some free time today, so i came to visit you,” he explains. he faces you with a smile, pulling you close. you subconsciously lean your head onto his shoulder, humming as he sways your bodies.

“i missed you,” you tell him, fingers ghosting his waist. he makes a noise of agreement, resting his chin on your head.

you eventually pull away, eliciting a grumble from jaehyun. contrary to popular belief, he was the clingy one of you two, always using the excuse of “you’re just the perfect size for cuddling.” “stop grumbling, jae. you’ve come so far, so it’s only fair i make you something to eat,” you tell him, making your way towards the kitchen.

he follows suit, hand grabbing at the hood of your hoodie. you stop in front of the refrigerator and open it, canvassing the food you have in there. as you debate what to make for lunch, he rests his chin on your shoulder and snakes both arms around your waist. you roll your eyes, though you don’t make any movements to pry his arms off. “i can always eat something else,” he smirks.

you realize too late the implications of his comment, absentmindedly sorting through the bags of vegetables in your fridge. “do you want takeout instead then? mrs. moon from two doors down said that there’s this really good pho house near here.”

he nuzzles into your shoulder. “i’d really like to eat you,” he says as nonchalantly as one can, considering his implications. you nearly drop a bag of spinach, spluttering incoherent words as you spin around to swat his shoulder. he laughs, loud and proud, a stark contrast from the quiet, polite laugh he’s practiced.

“you’re the worst,” you hiss, reluctantly closing the fridge. he pecks your cheek, eliciting a disgusted screech from you. he leans back with a laugh before attacking your face with kisses. you shut your eyes as you try to wiggle out of his grasp. but jaehyun’s been working out, evident from his arms, and he’s always had an intense grip. when he leans away, satisfied, you flick his forehead. with how clingy jaehyun’s being, making lunch isn’t an option anymore. “i hate you.”

jaehyun eventually relinquishes his attacks, threading his fingers with yours. “you’re usually not this clingy, jae. actually, now that i think about it, you don’t flirt all too much either, much less suggest sexual innuendos. what’s the occasion?” you ask as he walks you two to your living room. he doesn’t immediately respond, flopping down onto the couch and dragging you along with him. you land on his chest with an oomph, your cheek squished against his chest.

he combs his fingers through your hair, smiling as you make a noise of approval. “well, i wasn’t going to say anything before the news outlet, but...” his smile only widens when he sees you look up at him with curious eyes; he nearly coos at how innocent you look. “a certain idol you know might make his acting debut soon~”

your eyes widen, and you quickly prop yourself up with your elbows. “what! no way!” you exclaim, jaw hanging open. jaehyun laughs at your shell-shocked reaction, though it’s a given; when you were in a mood to vent, he would always take your hand and pepper your knuckles with butterfly kisses as you ranted about how he deserved better and shouldn’t only be seen as a visual, whining about how sm failed to show his talents as a singer and an actor. well, those days are over now, he supposes.

“yes way, love. are you excited?” he isn’t sure why he asked that question, considering how shell-shocked you already look. plus, the squeal that leaves your throat and the way you throw yourself onto him is answer enough already.

“do you even have to ask? you used to send me videos of you acting out different roles because you wanted to try acting, and you always did them so well! i’m really proud of you, jae. you deserve it.”

“i’m really glad you think so, (name). do you want to hear-”

“no!” you interrupt, slapping both of your palms on his mouth. he tilts his head in confusion, surprised by your sudden outburst. “knowing you, you’re going to accidentally tell me everything, and then i’m going to know the whole story line before the show even airs!”

he’s about to refute your claims, but he can’t really considering how you’ve layered both of your palms on his mouth. plus, judging by the look you give him, he’s certain he’s going to be eating his own words sooner or later. with a sigh, he peels your palms off. "you’re no fun. can i not even tell you the name and the basic plot?”

“i’m sorry for wanting to give you ratings,” you snort. “and no. then i’ll be waiting in anticipation and will force you to tell me everything, even if you tell me you can’t because i told you before not to say anything. you can’t even give me a drop of information.” well, jaehyun supposes that is true. you’ve always been enticed by television shows; he’s personally seen you react to cliffhangers a show gives before it ultimately gets cancelled. needless to say, it isn’t a pretty sight. “this calls for celebration! we can invite the boys too... do you want it to be extravagant, or are we keeping it low key?” you ask, sitting up and reaching for your phone.

“what happened to just you and me?” jaehyun asks, batting his eyelashes with feigned innocence. “i can think of a lot more fun things we can do.”

you don’t even bat an eye; unlike earlier, you were prepared for this kind of comment. “shoving my foot up your ass sounds really fun, but unfortunately that won’t get me any food. the boys probably already knew before i did, so you’ve probably already celebrated with them... i guess we can keep it simple.”

“i’d take your foot any day,” he fires back with a heavily exaggerated moan, to which you respond with a slap on the arm.

“i’m telling johnny to bring over beer.” you’re texting a group chat with you and the other 127 members. you’re only dating jaehyun, yet sometimes it feels like you’re dating all of them with how close you are. plus, gossiping with jungwoo about your boyfriend is always fun. with him being his roommate, you both often share similar struggles.

he rolls his eyes, stretching over to wrap his arms around your waist. he peers over your shoulder to look at your screen. “please, (name). you’re the lightest lightweight i’ve ever met. who are you telling to bring over drinks? you’re like a baby.”

“fuck you.”

“i think it’s the other way around, but i’d gladly let you order me around~” he flirts.

you shove a pillow in his face as you fire off a text.

after ordering pizza, tteokbokki, and fried chicken, your dinner is nearly complete. the boys were coming over soon, with johnny being in charge of drinks, jungwoo in charge of takeout, and donghyuck in charge of entertainment. you had a nintendo switch jaehyun had gifted you two years ago, and you intended on making full use of it tonight.

(plus, you have yet to beat yuta at super smash bros. today is going to be that day.)

you had finished clearing the table for the food before you notice jaehyun’s sleeping frame on the couch. you’re about to walk over and reprimand him for being unproductive, but seeing how tired and peaceful he looks stops you. instead, you grab a blanket from your room and drape it over him.

you’re about to walk away and grab water bottles for everyone when you feel something tugging your hand. craning your neck, you smile at jaehyun’s hooded eyes laced with sleep. “c’mere,” he murmurs.

water bottles can wait, then. you pat jaehyun’s side, and he scoots over to allow room for you. as you slot yourself in his arm, spreading a leg across his, he makes a noise of satisfaction, eyes fluttering close. “someone’s tired,” you observe, pushing the mop of black bangs obscuring his eyes. “did practice run late?”

he avoids your gaze. “no, i spent the night playing uno with johnny, ten, and mark,” he admits.

you laugh. “must have been intense. i bet you were so burnt out from uno,” you sympathize with sarcasm. “but in general, don’t overexert yourself, okay? i know you’ve been busy, but you need to remember to take care of yourself.”

jaehyun nods, but a yawn rips out of his chest. you give him a knowing look, one that reads what did i say? which causes him to laugh. “yes sir,” he lazily responds.

“as tired as you may be, don’t go falling asleep on me now. the others are going to be here soon. what would they think, the guest of honor asleep at his own party?” you chuckle, leaning down to press a chaste kiss on his forehead.

he beams at the gesture. “give me more kisses and i’ll think about it,” he coaxes.

usually you don’t give in to his bratty demands, but seeing how tired he is reminds you of the accomplishments he’s achieved in the past year. a kiss is the least you could down. you lean down, breath fanning his lips, and he closes his eyes in contentment.

a few seconds pass, but the kiss never comes. when jaehyun opens his eyes, he’s surprised to see you’re no longer by his side, instead standing by the door. “that’s one way of telling a guy to come and get it,” he sighs, sitting up. he wearily rubs his eyes, blurry eyes watching you.

“sorry jae, taeil-hyung just texted saying they’re here,” you apologize. he sighs, eventually standing up after a few moments of stretching.

just as you had said, knocks resonate throughout your home, signalling their arrival. you peek through the peephole to verify their identities and sure enough, all nine other members stand outside, arms loaded. you undo the chain lock and swing the door open, greeting everyone.

“thanks for having us,” taeyong smiles, stepping into your home. everyone else echoes his message, but it comes out mumbled, like they hadn’t thought of saying anything until taeyong. the power a leader has, you suppose.

“no problem. here, let me grab some of the food.” you scurry over to jungwoo and mark, whose arms were loaded with the takeout you ordered.

as you grab a box of pizza from mark, johnny slaps you on the back. you nearly lurch forward and drop the pizza; if you had, johnny would be first on your hit list. “so jaehyun finally told you?” he asks with a grin.

“thank god. he spent days talking about ways to tell you, knowing how excited you’d be,” sicheng snorts, slipping off his shoes.

you laugh, especially when you see jaehyun spluttering in embarrassment. “you could’ve fooled me. all he did was waltz in and drop the news after he nearly fell asleep. made me feel like a proud parent and everything.”

“you may feel like one now, but wait until you watch him act. just going to be lots of cringing and teasing,” doyoung sneers, elbowing his shoulder.

yuta rolls his eyes. “like you’re one to talk, mr. lead actor.”

your eyes nearly bulge out of their sockets. “lead actor?!” doyoung laughs, answering your question. “good for you, hyung!”

jaehyun narrows his eyes. “why do you look more amazed at his news than mine?!”

i’m not a lightweight, you told yourself. i can handle whatever yuta throws at me, you told yourself.

you were sorely mistaken.

jaehyun notices this too, seeing you sway in your seat. he chuckles at the sight; you were never able to hold your liquor, and when you got drunk, you were quite the spontaneous drinker to deal with. one time you had drank so much that you cried over cute things, like when sicheng showed you a picture of his dogs. or the one time you were a man on a mission, flirting with all of the members. needless to say, that led to a very interested jaemin and a very pouty jaehyun.

you had initially planned on just sticking to soda, but yuta had wanted to make things more interesting and challenged you to a game of super smash bros. each time the loser lost, they would have to down a can of beer. despite your inability to hold your liquor, it activated your competitive nature. but of course, yuta is crazy good at any games he suggests, completely demolishing you with lucina. no matter which character you chose, you were just no match against him.

after several fruitless attempts, you’re seated between taeil and sicheng, who seem way too interested in the tteokbokki to notice your behavior. everyone else seems occupied, too; johnny, yuta, jungwoo, and donghyuck are playing mario kart 8, taeyong and mark are immersed in yet another one of their deep, contemplative conversations, and doyoung’s watching the whole scene unfold, supervising everyone (probably to ensure nothing ends up in flames). on the other hand, jaehyun’s sitting on your sofa, alternating between watching the four men in front of your television screaming and you in your tipsy state. he decides to stick with the latter.

eventually you lift your eyes up and make eye contact with jaehyun, who responds with a wink. seeing you flush and look away has his chest swelling with giddiness; you’re just too cute sometimes. the table isn’t far from the sofa, so he can hear any conversation that goes on there. he watches as you take another sip of your can, eyes shifting back and forth from the television and to him. you stare at him for a bit longer, eyes canvassing his face, his posture, his thoughts.

it seems sicheng notices your staring, sitting back down and nudging your shoulder. “what’s so interesting that it’s gotten your attention?” he asks, purposefully raising his voice so jaehyun can hear.

you flush at how loud he is, lazily putting a finger to your lips. “shhh, i’m staring at the pretty boy there.” you point your chin towards jaehyun, who pretends to not see. you’ve never been subtle when you were drunk, but telling you that would just lead to you loudly slurring your arguments. “do you know if he’s dating anyone?”

jaehyun nearly spits out his beer. of all the times you’ve gotten drunk, you’ve never once forgotten that you were his boyfriend - if anything, you were all too eager to prove just how much you belonged to him. he’s not sure whether to feel startled or amused.

sicheng chooses the latter, a smirk forming. “yeah, he has a boyfriend,” he tells you. jaehyun hopes you’ll realize that you’re the boyfriend in question, but seeing how you deflate like a balloon, he guesses not. he questions how much you’ve had to drink.

you slide off of your chair, pouting. “of course a guy as attractive as him has a boyfriend. i’m not surprised,” you grumble, crossing your arms. jaehyun can’t help the amused smirk that makes its way on his face. watching you envy yourself for being his boyfriend is very amusing.

sicheng must feel the same, stifling his laughter. “don’t look so bitter, (name). his boyfriend’s a good guy.”

you pout, crossing your arms. “well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” you boast, standing up.

sicheng can only watch in amusement as you stagger towards the kitchen. if only you knew how strange that statement was. “if you’re so confident about that, then what are you doing? planning on hiding in the kitchen to wallow on your sorrows?” he teases.

“i’m not!” you protest. “i’m just going to get some water because i’m dizzy as fuck and possibly cry about how single i am.” you mumble the last part, though because sicheng has uncanny hearing, he probably heard, if the smirk on his lips is anything to go by.

jaehyun decides it’s time to intercept, because as amusing as things were, he hoped you weren’t actually going to cry about being single, especially since you had no reason to. he stops by the dining table where taeil and sicheng are. “so i heard you and (name) were talking about me.”

sicheng snorts, rolling his eyes. “just because we said pretty boys doesn’t mean we were talking about you.”

though unaware of the topic, taeil leans in, chewing on a mouthful of pizza. “yeah, for all we know, he could be talking about me!” he chirps. he’s met with an annoyed glare from sicheng (though both of them can see him stifling his laughter), which he responds with an air kiss. typical taeil.

“well, i’m going to check up on him. i’ll leave you two lovebirds alone for now,” he teases. taeil looks a little too happy at the joke, whereas sicheng threatens to stab him with a fork. it’s amusing watching their reactions, considering how everyone around them already knows that they’re dating. those two just haven’t admitted anything yet.

he follows you into the kitchen, though you don’t seem to notice, too busy pouring yourself a glass of cold water. “(name),” he greets.

you jump in surprise, nearly spilling water on yourself. when you turn to face jaehyun, your confident nature immediately disappears, quickly replaced with one of bashfulness. “you know me?” you ask, in awe of how said pretty boy could possibly recognize you.

if only you knew just how well he knew you, he thinks to himself. instead, he decides to play along; you’re obviously too drunk to realize how silly this seems. “i do,” he hums, patting your shoulder. he isn’t sure if your red cheeks are from the alcohol or him, though he hopes for the latter. he never gets less prideful when you get all shy because of him.

hoping to maintain the confident facade you had earlier, you quickly clear your throat, looking away. “how can i help you?” you ask, taking a sip of your water.

“well, i was hoping if we could talk in a more... private area?” he asks.

you nearly spit out your water, eyes the size of saucers. he has to stop himself from laughing, afraid the drunk you would get the wrong impression. “just to talk, that’s all. it’s kind of loud here, don’t you think?”

the screams from the living room (which are mainly from johnny and donghyuck and the occasional ones of distress from taeyong) and the volume of the television are evidence enough, so you nod in agreement. “yeah, sure.”

“perfect. let’s go then~” jaehyun laces your fingers together before you can say anything, and your ears are practically fuming with smoke. you’re too distracted by his touch to question how he knows where your bedroom is. when you both enter your room, he flops down on your bed, patting the empty spot beside him. at this, you gasp, scandalized and very flustered. he chuckles at how shy you’ve gotten, shaking his head. “my my (name), get your head out of the gutter. we’re not going to do anything... unless you want to,” he flirts.

jaehyun never tries to take advantage of you, especially when you’re not sober. but when the sober you would throw pillows (or anything that wouldn’t actually hurt him) at him for flirting with you, the drunk you would always fire back with equally flirty remarks, or the shy you would just splutter in embarrassment. he can’t help it, spewing sweet nothings to you - you’re just too fun to mess with for him to not to, especially when you’re drunk.

reluctantly you place your water on your bedside table and lower yourself beside him, heart thumping erratically. he chuckles at how timid you are, a stark contrast from the snarky (name) that he knows so well. he turns to face you, both of your faces only centimetres apart. the smell of alcohol lingers on both of you, though it isn’t as prominent on him as it is on you. he makes a mental note to ask yuta how much you’ve had.

you squeak at how close you two are, hands flying to cover your face. “you have a boyfriend,” you whisper. you’re undeniably flustered, but you would rather die than be known as a homewrecker!

his laugh startles you, even more so when he presses a hand to the small of your back. you look like you’ve committed a heinous crime, potentially causing an attractive man like jaehyun to cheat on his boyfriend. the statement is so abusrd though, considering how you’re the boyfriend in question. “i do, you are right. he won’t be mad at me, though,” he hums, leaning in so close your noses would touch if it weren’t for the makeshift barrier you’ve made from your hands. you flush red in embarrassment, hiding your eyes behind your hands. if you make eye contact with him, you’re sure you’re going to melt into a puddle.

“even if he didn’t mind, i don’t think we should be doing this. i know i wouldn’t be happy if my boyfriend did this,” you whisper.

jaehyun sure is having a field day with this. you’re too flustered and worried to notice the pure look of adoration he’s giving you. “call it a hunch,” he says. “i promise you, he won’t be mad at this.”

“why?”

“you’ll find out tomorrow.” he pauses as a yawn rips out of his chest. “i’m really tired, so i’m going to sleep. the boys probably won’t quiet down on my account, anyways. you can always go back to them if you want, though,” he offers. a small part of him hopes for you to stay and cuddle with him, but judging how you’re so sure he has a boyfriend who would be absolutely devastated for literally sleeping with another man and how you have no knowledge of where you stand, he wouldn’t be surprised if you left.

what does surprise him, though, is when you stay rooted in your spot on the bed. “i’m tired, too,” you say.

jaehyun smiles so sweetly, the one that has his eyes dripping with honey, that your hands fly up to cover your face again. his boyfriend must be lucky to see that sight all of the time, you bitterly think to yourself. still, even if you’re not sure why he’s flirting with you or where you stand, you decide to savor every moment that you get to spend with him. even if you don’t really know who pretty boy is, he’s sweet and kind. plus, only a fool would cover their eyes when someone as beautiful as him lays before you.

he moves an arm to pat your thigh when he freezes in midair, remembering how he’s supposed to have a boyfriend to stay loyal to (even though he’s right in front of him). he retracts his arm and instead pulls your blanket to cover your lower bodies. “goodnight, (name),” he hums, shutting his eyes.

before jaehyun can begin the long process of trying to fall asleep, he feels you tug at his t-shirt. cracking an eye open, he sees you laying before him, staring at him with curious eyes and red cheeks. oh no, now he’s really tempted to kiss you. you’re impossibly adorable, seeing how vulnerable and curious you are. “yes?” he hums, trying to stay awake. the effects from last night’s uno matches have really begin to take a toll on him.

“i don’t think i’ve gotten the chance to ask, but may i know your name?” you ask.

jaehyun chuckles. he’s flirted with you and is even sleeping in the same bed as you, yet he’s forgotten the basic courtesy that is introductions. he didn’t think he would’ve needed it, considering how you’re his boyfriend. but then again, you’ve forgotten that you are his boyfriend. “my name’s yoonoh, but you can call me jaehyun or jae.”

no one actually calls him jae except for you. it’s a short and simple nickname that you have for him, nothing endearing. but because it’s something that only you call him, even though there isn’t a meaning to it, he’s grown fond of the way it sounds leaving your lips. which is why hearing it from anyone that isn’t you only leaves a weird taste on his tongue.

you’re so drunk you don’t even remember jaehyun, nor who he is to you, so it isn’t surprising that you stick with jaehyun instead. he doesn’t mind though, because he knows when you’re sober again he’ll hear you calling him jae and cuddling into him and doing all of the coupley things he wasn’t able to do tonight.

wow, jaehyun really is a lovesick fool. it’s only been one night of not being able to cuddle or kiss you, but he feels like he’s missed a whole eternity of them. he really isn’t sure how he’s lived before you came into his life.

for an hour, you pester jaehyun on how you two became acquainted and who you were to him. he indulged you, of course, purposefully skipping over the part of you becoming boyfriends and doing things that friends definitely didn’t do. his stories seem to be an effective way of getting you to sleep, because in the middle of a story of how a pair of swapped backpacks led to your relationship, you’re lulled to sleep, tired hands clutching onto his t-shirt.

he can only chuckle, leaning down to press a kiss on your nose. you’ll sure be in for a storm when you sober up tomorrow morning.

your jaw drops as you stare at the video on doyoung’s phone. it’s of you and sicheng, and right now you can only watch in horror as you pester him for information on the pretty boy you were so interested in last night. you have no recollection of last night’s events, though watching the video makes you glad you don’t. the problem is, the boys were there to witness them, even recording evidence of it on their phones. you’ve already seen pictures that johnny and taeyong have taken from when you and jaehyun were cuddling in your bed.

“please tell me that isn’t me,” you whisper, utterly mortified.

mark pats your shoulder in sympathy. “that’s you, all right.”

at his confirmation, you groan, burying your face in your hands. doyoung and donghyuck are cackling at your demise, with sicheng reciting your complaints word from word to a very amused johnny and yuta.

“...and then he was like well, i bet i can treat him ten times better! pretty boy there doesn’t know what he’s missing out on,” sicheng mimics, purposefully raising his voice an octave higher as he mocks you. out of embarrassment, you reach for a pillow on your couch and fling it at him. unlike jaehyun, he’s very good at dodging, proven when he ducks. instead, the pillow smacks yuta square in the face. he throws it back at you with even more force.

you duck, the pillow smacking an unsuspecting jaehyun. he really is horrible at dodging things - how shameful. “what the hell was that for?” he splutters, picking it up from the floor.

you turn to face him, eyebrows furrowed with annoyance. “you watched me make an utter fool out of myself, and you didn’t once try to do anything about it?” you hiss.

jaehyun frowns in confusion until doyoung dangles his phone in front of his face. when he watches the video, his face eventually contorts to one of amusement. “oh, that.”

your face is red with embarrassment. “yeah, that! like seriously? where is your loyalty? do you not care about my well being? you know how vicious these monsters can be!” you whine, gesturing at the said nine monsters behind you.

he nonchalantly shrugs, though you can see the corners of his lips threatening to curl into a smirk. “i do, but you were just too cute, seeing you all flustered. what about my own well being, huh? seeing you like that isn’t good for my heart,” he coos.

your heart leaps, but you mask it by smothering his face with a pillow. “you’re the worst,” you grumble.

“you act like you don’t like it, but i know you do~” he retaliates, albeit muffled from the pillow.

behind you two stands nine other boys, obviously unimpressed. watching you two engage in petty banter is always amusing, but not when it makes you flustered and encourages jaehyun to flirt with you like the cheesy, lovesick fool he is. “they’re so gross,” donghyuck gags.

johnny nods in agreement. “let’s get out of here before they start fucking on the counter.”

at johnny’s comment, you turn away from jaehyun so fast you swear you hear your neck crack. “do you have no filter?!” you shriek, exasperated.

with your guard down, jaehyun takes this as a chance to wrap his arms around your waist. a noise of surprise leaves your throat as he places his chin on your shoulder. “you’re so mean, (name). i liked the shy you a lot better~” he hums.

the other boys don’t even blink. “we’re going to leave now before things get bloody. good luck, (name),” taeyong says, saluting you.

jaehyun’s already tugging at the hem of your shirt and peppering your neck with kisses by the time the boys leave.

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smutggukk · 4 years ago

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7:00 am

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“Ring ring”

letting out an annoyed groan, I sit up on the bed, and glare at the alarm clock, as if it’s an actual person, why? Because why not? (Let’s pump it up 💃 Stan loona)

Lifting up the blanket, I shut off the alarm clock and head to the washroom still half asleep, I do my morning routine and change into a suit.

Grabbing my car keys and work stuff, I head to school, working as a school principal was not really what I expected to work as, but what could I do when I desperately needed a job after getting fired? Thank god for my sister who introduced me to this job and helped me get it. Nonetheless I work hard, besides I’m pretty popular and get talked about a lot, I’m actually the first female principal they’ve had.

Walking into school I look around to see everyone’s eyes on me, some smiling, some waving at me, of course I greet them back, and walk to my office with a giggle, loving the attention, placing my things on the desk, I sit down getting to work.

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Time skip; 9:00 am

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On a call with my mom, I hear a knock on my office’s door, quickly hanging up, I tell the person to ‘come in’, of course as usual, the ‘bad boy’ of the school walks in with a smirk, “missed me, pretty?” He chuckles sitting down the chair right in front of my desk and spreading his legs wide, I sigh watching his every move “you know jeon, you spend more time in my office than in class, why don’t you just live here?” The sarcastic side in me comes out.

“That’s a great idea, gorgeous, I hope you don’t mind?” He snickers messing with me, “what happened this time? Let me guess, you either replied back to a teacher or didn’t pay attention to class” “Bingo!! Both this time, you guessed right, want a prize?” “I’d rather you start paying attention to your studies, I’m serious” “I’d rather study you” he says with a wink, I couldn’t help but crack a laugh at his remark.

“Don’t you want good grades and stuff? Don’t you wanna grow up and live a good life?” “Of course, but who said I need good grades to live a good life?” “You’re not wrong little guy, but you kinda do?” He scrunches his nose, “little guy?” He lets out a raspy chuckle, kinda turning me on when i shouldn’t be, he continues “- well you see Ms Yn...”

Somehow the way my name rolls of his mouth gives me butterflies, is it bad that I have a tiny crush on him when I shouldn’t?

He leans closer to me, his index and thumb fingers holding onto my chin gently, “I’m not little, I’m pretty big if you’d like to find out?” He sends another wink my way, making me flustered, I get ahold of his wrist and place it down on the desk “I’d rather keep it professional, big guy”

He scoffs out a chuckle making me shake my head, “you didn’t decline the offer though?” He raises his brows, leaving me quite speechless, “hm? Cat got your tongue?” I sigh with a small smile visible on my face “you’re pretty annoying jeon” “but you love it, just admit it” “don’t make me give you detention” “detention with you wouldn’t be so bad, so ill gladly take the offer”

This guy just never stops, “what am I gonna do with you” I rub my temple, “pfft, am I that annoying?” “Yes actually, I would even quit my job to not see your face” he nods and looks away, did i go too far? “Wait no, I didn’t-“ “I understand, ill head back to class” he stands up, leaving before I could say anything.

Shit, why the hell did I even say that? I should apologize when school ends, i’ve never felt this way for a person before, I’ll just check what’s his last class on my computer and check on him.

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Time skip; after school

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Packing my things, I quickly get up from my seat, grabbing the keys to my office and locking it, running to jungkooks last class which is chemistry, knocking on the door, I slowly open it, to be seen with just a couple of students including jungkook.

Looking around I see no teacher, the class ended quick I guess, seeing jungkook walk pass me but I stop him, “wait jungkook!” He turns around and stares at me with an expressionless face, making me gulp.

“Could u come to my office please? I would like to have a talk with you and apologize..” he shrugs “I don’t know” “please? It’ll be quick? Some students are finding us suspicious so come on” thankfully he follows me and crosses his arms.

“What is it Ms Yn?” He says bored, “look jungkook, I’m really s-“ “save it” he goes to leave but I quickly hug his back, making him tense up, “I didn’t mean it... I don’t know... why I even said that..” I whisper against his toned back “Ms Yn-“ “no jungkook, I’m deeply sorry for saying that, I’m not sure why I said that, when I didn’t mean it..” a tear trickles down my cheeks for some unknown reason, maybe because I’m afraid he’ll just ignore me.

He feels his back dampen up and turns around hugging me back, he rests his head on my shoulder taking in my scent, “it’s okay, I forgive you, don’t cry..” he mumbles, and kisses my shoulder making me feel nothing but a whole zoo in my tummy.

“I’m sorry..” I sniffle, as he smiles facing me, he kisses my tears away making me widen my eyes, “i told you it’s okay, you’re forgiven pretty lady” even after all that he manages to flirt, this time I decided to flirt back surprisingly.

“Thank you, handsome” I giggle shyly and hide my face in his fit chest, he smiles at my shy state and ruffles my hair, “great job princess, you did amazing, don’t be shy” “learnt from the best” I wink at him and blush immensely.

He stares at my eyes, as he slowly trails his stare to my lips, knowing what’s gonna happen I let it be, maybe because I want him just as much as he wants me, within a blink of an eye, his lips connect like mine, as if they were made for eachother.

I pull onto his collar, wanting nothing but him, his hands make their way to my ass and give them a little squeeze making me smile into the heated kiss, one of his hand remains on my ass as the other travels back up to the back of my head and pushes me closer causing our bodies to crash on each other.

He lifts me up with the help of my thighs, and walks over to the couch, careful not to trip over, before we could continue any further, I pull away taking a deep breath, “w-wait jungkook..” “what is it? Are you uncomfortable? I’ll stop if you want, we don’t have to-“ “jungkook no no.. it’s not that, I wanna continue.. but the door is unlocked and someone could walk in on us” “oh right.. I didn’t think of that”

“Where’s the keys?” He asks, “it’s on the desk, right beside my bag” he walks over to the desk, still managing to carry me, quickly locking the door he doesn’t hesitate before kissing me hungrily, and places me on the couch not breaking our kiss, feeling his hand run through my hair before pulling it back making me pull away from the kiss panting heavily.

Kissing my jaw, he creates hickey all around my neck and collarbone, making me moan out from the feeling, while one of his hands is still pulling my hair back the other squeezes my hips before dragging it higher, playing with my clothed nipple, making me gasp, “oh.. jungkook..” I moan delighted, “babygirl .. it’s daddy, understand?” He squeezes my sensitive nipple tip, making me let out a curse, “y-yes daddy..”

He chuckles feeling loving the feeling of being in control, after many hickeys, he pulls away, making me whine, I watch him stand up, slowly unbuttoning his shirt, with his strong gaze on me, I watch his veiny hand pull off his shirt, oh how bad I want him in me, “daddy..” I mutter loud enough, “what is it princess?” My mouth waters, looking at his well built figure before looking up into his lusty eyes, “I want you.. so bad, please..” “strip for me.”

I widen my eyes yet still obey him, I take off my suit jacket somewhere in the room, my hand comes in contact with the first button, slowly removing it as my eyes never leaves his gaze, throwing the shirt away along with the suit pants, I’m left with my undergarments, he crouches down facing my chest, he looks up at me and smirks “should daddy help with your bra and panties?” “Yes, please” “gladly”

Removing your bra he kisses your soft skin, his tongue proceeds to move lower and lower til he’s sucking on my boob, making me throw my head back, “oh sh*t jungkook...!” I get ahold of his hair and pull on it unconsciously, “mmhm” he hums on my boob making me moan out a half scream (?) with last peck, and a kitty lick on my nipple making me let out a shaky breath.

“F*ck, I need you right now” he pushes me onto the couch, taking over, while sucking on my lower lip, he completely removes his pants and boxers, along with my panties, he bites my lip and pulls on it before his finger swipes against my folds, making me whimper underneath him.

His finger coated with my wet juices, making him lick his lips, “hm, seems like someone is already leaking wet for daddy.. hm?” I nod at his words as my hand which is placed on his shoulder, slowly moves downwards, tracing his abs before it gets ahold of his rock hard c*ck making him gasp quietly in satisfaction, I slowly knead it making him hum and close his eyes, smirking my thumb caresses his tip making him open his eyes and glare at me, “don’t tease me p-princess.”

His hoarse voice sends shivers and goosebumps along my skin, making me smile in innocence, “who said I’m teasing you?” He chuckles before spreading my legs, entering me making me open my mouth wide, exhaling as I grip onto his biceps at how thick and long he is, “j-jungkook..” he nods and stays still letting me adjust to his size.

“Tell me when you’re ready..” he lays his forehead against mine as my heart melts at his caring side, few minutes pass by as I slowly kiss his lips, wrapping my legs around his waist, I gently push him down, as he gets the hint, and rolls his hips against me, moaning into the kiss he smirks and thrusts into me, leaving me a mess, moans and skin slapping echoing around.

“Mmm.. f*ck, so damn tight” “ahhh.. jungkook, f-faster..” he pulls out making me open my eyes confused, “it’s daddy for you, brat” thrusting back in he gets ahold of my hips and f*cks me at an animalistic pace making me let out tears of nothing but pleasure, feeling entirely stretched out, I feel something in my stomach indicating I’m close.

Not being able to even utter a single word, I clench around him making him groan, “ughmmm... shit, do that again for me, baby” I clench around his nonstop making him throw his head back, “are you close baby?” He asks panting, I nod, “let’s cum together, in a count of three”

Letting out a growl he quickly pulls out before cumming on my stomach, collapsing on top of me, careful not to squish me, he hides his face in my neck, and leaves pecks there, “are you okay, babe?” Managing to open my eyes a little, looking to the side to be met with an ethereal looking jungkook, making me smile, “that was amazing..” I whisper against his lips.

He smiles, “I’m glad” pulling me in for a kiss I enjoy the feeling of his soft lips against mine, pulling away he stares at me lovingly “would you like to come over to my house?.. maybe to cuddle too!” I ask, He smiles at my excited state and nods, “of course, and yes we’ll cuddle for as long as you like” “I can’t wait, now let’s get up, I want to take a shower so bad” “alright”

Getting up we both get dressed up and are about to head out before I notice something which makes my heart drop, “jungkook...” “yes baby?”

gulping, I look at the camera in the corner which just recorded the both of us having s*x, I’ll lose my job but most importantly jungkook will be suspended forever, jungkook notices my stare on something and follows my gaze, he notices the camera and widens his eyes, “jungkook what the hell do we do?! They can check the recording and-“ “princess, it’s okay-“ “how is it okay Jungkook?!” “I can-“ “you’ll get suspended for f*cks sake!” “Princess! Listen! Oh my god”

He chuckles “jeon this is not funny whatsoever-“ he kisses me to shut me up, nonetheless I kiss back not being able to refuse his kisses, “u done?” He says making me glare at him, “listen this isn’t anything new, I can delete the footage” “really?” “Yes, yes I can, and I’ll do it now, so we don’t have to worry” I sigh in relief, “thank god” “now let’s go?” “Yes! I wanna cuddle so bad!” He chuckles, and round 2 may or may not have happened later-

#bts #bts imagines #bts jungkook #imagines #jeon jungkook #jungkook imagines #jungkook oneshot #oneshots #jungkook fanfic #fan fictions #bts smut #jungkook smut #smut imagines #kpop smuts

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bunnyywritings · 5 years ago

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request for akaashi crushing on a karasuno manager during training camp! we all know akaashi is a quiet yet cool guy so he subtly make friends with her and lowkey flirts with her then ofc training camp ended so he texts or facetimes her like how the team is doin good so far even tho its just an excuse to talk to her, then they met again on nationals and u can take it from there hihi ✨🥺 JUST WANTED TO REQUEST THIS TO U BC THE LAST TIME I REQUESTED U DID NOT DISAPPOINT AND I LOVE UR WRITING !!!

slowly but surely

akaashi keiji x fem!reader

[a/n: thank you so much anon, you’re so sweet!! I hope this is to your liking. I’m not very confident with writing Akaashi so I hope I did the request justice, enjoy! -yours truly, bunnyy -`ღ´-]

Stepping off of the bus in tokyo was a relief, you grinned as you stretched your sore limbs and the sun warmed your skin. You helped Kiyoko and Yachi unload and take everything into the gym while the boys greeted the Nekoma vbc. Once everyone was inside, you watched the other teams play their matches. One person in particular catching your attention.

“Bokuto-san!” His voice was deep and smooth as he calmly called out to the ace and set the ball. Once the spike was made, the match ended. You watched as he jogged off to the side and grabbed a water bottle. He brought it to his mouth and took greedy gulps of water, a droplet dribbling from the corner of his lips and sliding past his jaw and down his neck.

Bokuto snickered as he watched your flustered expression, elbowing his friend and motioning towards you. When you figured out you had been caught ogling the setter, your eyes widened as you turned away and pretended to be looking elsewhere. Usually the boy would’ve just disregarded you but he couldn’t tear his eyes from you. You, quite literally, took his breath away.

Throughout the first couple of days, he admired from afar. Not saying much to you but Bokuto could tell he really wanted to. That’s when the came up with a wicked plan. You had joined Hinata in his trek to gym , just to make sure he didn’t cause any trouble.

“Hinata? What’re you doing here?” Lev asked excitedly as the two of you entered.

“Sorry, I hope we’re not intruding.” You bowed, a polite smile on your lips.

“No, not at all. The gym is always open for cuties like you.” Kuroo winked, causing your cheeks to turn pink. They were talking about doing a 2v2 but Lev wanted to join.

“Nu uh, you’re not even supposed to be here. You’re supposed to be practicing your receives with Yaku.” Kuroo scolded him. Maybe it was because of your own team but you had a major soft spot for the first years, so seing Lev pout like that tugged at your heart.

“I could help him...” You called timidly but loud enough to be heard. Shrinking back when all eyes were on you.

“That’s a good idea! (Y/n)-san used to play volleyball, she’s really good!” Hinata grinned.

“Good enough for me!” Lev shrugged and pulled you to the court next to the one everyone was currently on. Akaashi would steal glances at you when he could, watching as you giggled at Lev’s stupid jokes or how you grinned proudly and praised the first-year when he successfully received a ball. When Kuroo and Bokuto were showing off their spikes to Hinata, Bokuto did a cross shot and hit it in your direction.

“Watch out!” He called, his smirk widened when he saw Akaashi rush towards you.

Just as you were about to move out of the way, an arm stretched out in front of your face and blocked the ball.

“Are you okay?” He had leaned down to get a good look at you.

“Oh uhm yeas, I’m okay. Thank you.” You bit your lip nervously, looking anywhere but his eyes.

“Good, I’m sorry. Bokuto can be careless at times.”

“Hey!”

You would normally laugh but you were caught off guard when he patted your head before grabbing the ball and heading back over to Bokuto.

From then on, you and him would talk more. He’d subtly flirt with you just to see the cute tinge of your cheeks and the way the edges of your lips would twitch upwards. As much as he wanted to dive in head first and ask you on a date, he wanted to try to build somewhat of a foundation, and if that meant being friends first then so be it. He would sit with you during lunch and dinner, making you laugh and hearing you talk about something as trivial as the cicadas outside and their relentless screeching. He enjoyed that time with you. Sometimes you guys opted for sitting outside and eating while watched the sun paint the sky in the most beautiful of reds and orange.

That dreaded morning that Karasuno had to leave, he found you pouting outside of the gym.

“You guys are leaving already.” It wasn’t much of a question when it came out of his mouth.

“Yeah, we should be leaving soon.” You had wanted to ask him for his number or something but your voice was caught in your throat.

“Here. Give me your phone.” He held his hand out. You eyes widened the slightest bit as you fished the device out of your pocket and placed it into his open palm. You watched as he typed something into it. “And done. Now we can keep in touch.” He had the smallest of smiles on his lips at the way your eyes lit up.

“(Y/n)! Come on! We’re starting to load in!” Yachi called out to you.

“I’ll be right there!” You shouted back before turning back to Akaashi. “Well, I guess I should get going...” he opened his mouth but instantly closed it when you wrapped your arms around him, his moving quickly to hold you in his embrace before you pulled away. “Bye.” You turned to walk away but paused and went to face him once more. You moved to your tip-toes and placed a soft and quick kiss to his cheek. “Keep in touch.” You smiled, cheeks burning a bright red as you finally turned away and jogged over to the bus.

Bokuto watched from inside the gym with a grin on his face because his friend looked so happy in that moment.

He definitely kept in touch. At first he just texted to ask how the team was doing because he didn’t want to come on to strong but he quickly got fed up about hearing about Hinata’s spikes and he just wanted to hear how you were doing so, then on he texted you as much as he could. It surprised him when you asked to facetime him but he accepted the suggestion. Oh what a bad idea that was. You two would talk for HOURS on end. You had called him once at 3am and neither of you slept that night/morning(?). He loved seeing your bare face and messy hair. He just thought you were adorable, regardless of how you looked. He found himself getting more excited as the date for national was coming up. Lately there was a strange tension between the two of you. It wasn’t bad but it was obvious that both of you had feelings that went WAY beyond platonic.

As him and the rest of Fukurodani made their way through the hallways of the gymnasium, he couldn’t help but search the crowd. Eyes frantically looking for your beautiful featured.

“Oh Hinata! Hey hey hey!” Once the words left Bokuto’s mouth, he turned and locked eyes with you.

“Akaashi!” His heart skipped a beat when you called out to him. He opened his arms when you basically ran over to him. He caught you in his arms and held you close.

“I missed you.” Your words were muffled by his shoulder but he heard you loud and clear. When the two of you pulled away, you just looked into those beautiful deep pools of blue, the both of you were caught up in the moment. He cupped your jaw softly in his calloused hands as the two of you gravitated towards each other.

“Wait...” He whispered, lips inches from yours. “Can I kiss you?” Your heart melted then and there.

“Yes, I’d like that very much.” Your giggle warmed his heart as he finally pulled you into him. Lips moving against yours with so much gentleness and care, as if you’d break if he applied too much pressure. In that moment he decided that he’d gladly kiss you until every breath of his was gone.

Sure, it happened way later than he wanted but he was so much more satisfied with the outcome.

#akaashi x reader #akaashi keiji x reader #haikyuu x reader #fukurodani x reader #anon #anon ask #anon request

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dearcupidcandy · 4 years ago

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My Dear Demon

FEM READER X OVERHAUL

💞Art doesn’t belong to me~ All credit goes to the owners! Just thought they’d help with the visual!💞

AU:

(Takes place in a My Hero Academia x Demon slayer world)

Makes it more complicated but fun :D

Important background for the story before this all goes down:

You decided to go to the store with your boyfriend, Kai, since you started cooking and didn’t have enough ingredients. You forgot you cut your finger with a knife. You turned around in the alley to see your boyfriend who turned into a demon(his bird demon self) he took a huge bite out of the middle of your body and was too overwhelmed to try to think reasonably in his demon form. Someone from the demon slayer corps was called right away without your knowledge.

Warning: CONTAINS A LOT OF BLOOD

He stood above his angel’s corpse. She was bleeding out. But that angel’s last concern as her lover’s demon form hovered above he looked like a giant crow. that had unhinged its jaw at the full potential. His mask still on him with long black strings that stayed outside as blood leaked through them. The scene looked like this demon crown was trying to peck at a worm. His teeth filled with blood as it dripped back onto it’s victim. His amber eyes swelling with tears as his mouth remained open. He had a purple feathery neck while the rest of his body had wings and flowy brown locks that rested on his head. He was disgusted with himself. He was always careful to not let his demon side take control. He had every restraint ready for the moment he needed blood. But was a kiss on their Now last date really how it ends? He cries as his mouth opens wider as his teeth become more visible. Dripping with his angel’s blood.

His teeth grow sharper and the rests of his feathery body around his beloved as demon slayers appear before him. Warned by his neighbors since they had somehow seen it take place in the alleyway. “Your fine, Angel.” I won’t allow anything les-.”He was interrupted by his angel. “Kai.... just live for me....” His eyes widened in shock as he grabbed onto me tighter. Trying not to worry me more with his expression. If he wasn’t tending to you at the moment. He would have killed everyone who even dared try to “save you” from h i m.

Zenitsu Agatsuma. Appeared in front of him. “L-let her go!” He quivered through his words. “I...I- I!!” Ze-Zenitsu Agatsuma will slay y-you!” His sword shook back and forth. Trying to threaten him. But wings wrapped around her bloody body. He held you for a moment. Not letting you say a word. “I love you (Y/n.)” Thank you for always...being with me....”Even though his mouth has sharp teeth. His lips touched yours in a bloody embrace. Due to his demon form. He could consume the blood from your mouth. You both gasped out. His deeper as he placed you back on the soft grass. He stared at the one with the yellow hair and his worried expression made him an easy target. He came at Zenitsu with all his force. Unfortunately he wasn’t alone. A girl with something like a barrier in her mouth smelled like him but she was trying to get her out of his grasp as he grabbed her with his wing and widened his mouth. Ready to take a bite of his own kind. He shook and tightened more but due to the girl’s claws. She was out of his grasp and he had bruises on both wings. Even some blood marks. Nezuko picked you up and jumped over to her other teammates. This enraged Chisaki more, and he chased after her with all his might. “YOU BRAT-!” He called out as hissing echoed. “GIVE HER BACK TO ME!” He reached out angrily and his once calm amber eyes had the intent to kill. “GIVE ME BACK (Y/n)!”

His voice sounded like a mixture of anger and sadness. Like his will was breaking with each parting space he had away from his angel. His anger was at it’s limit as he saw Nezuko caress your (h/c) locks and how your (e/c) eyes seemed to weakened and rest while she ran. How dare you have any comfort in this. How dare you find comfort in anyone other than him.

“Nezuko! Bring her here!” A boy with hanafuda earrings calls out the girl with fangs. Her speed allows her to glide fast and follow the orders. But before she can. Chisaki snaps. He goes into a full rage, and strikes the bright pinked eyed girl right in the back with his wings. Using his quirk to heal the blood wounds and attack at full force. You fell on the ground. Now wide awake. But unable to move. It seems like your bleeding had worsened. Now you were bleeding out more than before. But all you wanted was to go back home with Kai, and figure things out. Nezuko falls to the ground. Followed by the hanafuda earrings guy to rush over. Zenitsu panicked and went to make sure his precious Nezuko was okay.

Overhaul turned back to his darling on the grass. “Y/n.” He spoke. His voice not sounding like his usual self. “My dear...My angel, (Y/n)....” He said. Gently stroking your head. His voice broke into parts and he eventually lost control and took his now claws and held you close to him. Putting you in a tight hug as his demon from fades and you were in his arms once more. Facing his back. He put your head on his shoulders. Making sure you didn’t move. He could heal you. But before he could even take off his gloves. You grabbed his hand. Almost barely missing it, and held his blood covered chin closer to yours. Your (e/c) orbs shined as tears fell. Not for your sake. But for his. Tears fell more from his sullen amber eyes. “All- All you have to do is tell them-.” You open your eyes periodically. You go wide eyed. Unable to move since the pain in your chest and the blood pouring out is too much to bear. He sees your struggle and tightens his grip more. Your eyes meet and he begins to flood his vision once more.”I’m sorry....(Y/n).... I should have controlled myself better.....”

You both looked into each other’s eyes calmly. Admiring how loving you both were. “I love you.....” you spoke. Making his eyes tilt down. Making him remember just how much you were his weakness. The only thing that helped him forget his real form. You both looked at each other and exchanged words of love. “I’ll love you forever...only me....”You nodded in joy as you exchanged kisses and held each other as you both forget about the demon slayers around you.

You started again. Ignoring the chaos around you. ”My love.... He stood up. You still hanging in his arms. “Will you stay with me....even if this happens again?” You were silent. He stared at you. Waiting for his response. “I love you Kai....I always will.” You were heartbroken he’d even have to ask that. You loved Kai, and you always wanted to be with him. Demon or not. Once again. A grin appeared from his face. He wiped the blood forming on your mouth. “I’ll fix you angel....” He used one hand to hold onto you and used his mouth to pull off his glove. “Thank you, Kai- I-“ He reached for your open wound. Before a knife appeared through his chest.

Your love’s eyes widened. He was sliced in the back. He dropped you and fell to the floor. Your bleeding worsened as you dragged yourself towards Kai. Holding onto his bare hand as his shaking pupils didn’t leave yours. You didn’t even have a chance to say your goodbyes. As your boyfriend grabbed onto your hand. His bare hand and just smiled. “Just be happy... Angel...”Tanjiro, Zenitsu, and Nezuko. Just stared as he vanished. Not used to how you treated him. You were crying by his side as he faded away. Tears never ending as your screamed out his name. If he was alive. He would have been overjoyed as well. You placed your forehead on his, and your tears went at the same pace as you both said you byes. Nothing you could do now anyways.

“You’ll always be my precious....*cough* angel.” He chuckled. Unable to wipe the tears. You laughed as you put his fading dissinagrating forehead onto yours.

“You dummy.” You laughed through the waterfall appearing on your faave. You’ll always be my dear demon.” Chisaki wishes he could have seen you with a smile for his last moments. But in the end. He knew you would never be the same without him. But he was just happy to get to have you with him while he faded. You both laughed in unison as the demon slayers backed away. It was better this way.... better... this way...

You lied to yourself that day. You may for the rest of your life, as you payed the demon slayers to go away. For their murder. But you couldn’t even began to describe the emotions you felt.

‘I’m f i n e.” You said through gritted teeth before the one named Tanjiro could even offer to help you off as Kai finally faded off. Leaving nothing but his jacket and gloves behind. You put on his jacket and placed his gloves on. Oh how annoyed he would be if he ever had seen you do that. ‘How u n s a n i t a r y angel.’ You mocked his voice in your head before turning back to the ones who had done their jobs. But had hurt their customer in the process.

As you payed them for their service. Just to get them to leave you forever. You faked a smile and watched them off. They smiled back. Not being phased by who they had just killed without asking. The one named Tanjiro patted your back and told you that you can find happiness again. You wound was healed thanks to them. But you just faked a smile and saw them off. Turning back to where the deed was done. Wondering now. What was next for you. While you walked down to the other side of the alley. You couldn’t help but let a few drops leave your eyes and you did nothing but stare down at the concrete and mutter to yourself.

“ I miss you, Kai....” I’d gladly bleed out again for you... just to have you with me...” You felt a breeze go through the jacket and you turned around slightly. Wanting it to be a sign. You saw shoes appear before you in the alley way. Coming out from the door that lead to inside the Shie Hassaikai. A man turned around and dusted off his black suit. He froze as he saw you in a very familiar jacket. You stared at him as he just peered down from the stairs. You saw a smirk under his back face mask as he leaned on the railing. “Very stylish.... wonder who you got it from?”

You paused for a moment. Stiffening in your spot as you looked up at him. Tears suddenly releasing from your eyes faster. Blurring your vision as he got closer to you.

“K-K- K-Kai?”

✨❤️Thank you for reading!!❤️✨

Might make a part 2 :p

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ifliamsmile · 5 years ago

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Hush, Little Baby - Dick Grayson Imagine

summary/request: Reader and Dick taking care of dawn and hank’s baby and realizing they want children.

pairing: Dick Grayson x Reader

notes: hope you like it, anon, thank you so much for requesting and being so sweet xxxx thank u to my especial editors @nightwingandhistitans and @incorrect-titans-quotes

You were in the kitchen when you heard a phone buzzing in the living room and you were not sure if it was Dick’s phone or yours.

“Dick, babe, can you take a look at the phone please?” you yelled to your boyfriend who was laying in your shared room, because you were too busy cooking pasta for you and him to leave it.

“Of course” you heard him answer.

“It’s for you, babe.” He handed you the phone and you thanked him, washing your hands to pick it up. You looked at the screen to see Dawn’s name and you quickly answered.

“Hey, Dawn. What's up?” you said

“Hey, y/n, I miss you guys!” she said with excitement. You missed your friend just like you missed Hank and their little girl Sophia. Hearing her voice was comforting.

You guys had worked together as titans for many years, so when Dawn told everyone she was pregnant and she and Hank would marry, it was one of the happiest days of your life. After the wonderful news, the team noticed it was time to follow your life as humans too, so you and Dick got your own house in a safe neighbourhood, and got married a little bit after.

“I can’t believe it's been a month without seeing each other. We missed working with you guys” you told her.

“Hopefully we’ll be back soon, hero life can’t get away from us, apparently” she laughed and kept talking. "I was actually calling because I need a huge favour from you guys" she said.

“Yes, of course, tell me.”

“Can you and Dick watch Sophia today while me and Hank go out tonight? We couldn’t trust anyone better than we do with you guys.” she said and you understood that she needed some time with her husband so you gladly accepted.

“D?” you called him when you got to your room

“Hey babe” he answered coming out from your bathroom, he was putting some clothes on and his perfume hitted your nostrils immediately when you got close to him

“You always smell so good,” you said, embracing his neck with your arms and getting even closer to his face. He smiled at you caressing your hair

“Mhm” you hummed starting to take his newly placed shirt off, he kissed you and you answered gladly, you loved when Dick was shameless about how much he wanted you. You got lost in the moment. Kissing dick was addictive and you couldn't seem to get enough of him. You broke the kiss off enough to look at the lust swimming in his eyes, but before anything else could happen you spoke.

“Wait, I came to tell you something” you told him

“Yeah?” he stole a kiss “and what was it?”

“Dawn called and asked if we could take Sophia today” you said

“Of course, I'd love to see that little monster" he smiled softly. Dick had a big heart and that’s what made you fall in love with him first. You smiled back at him and you both followed to the living room.

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“Y/n, oh my god, you look so beautiful” you heard your friend’s voice before she hugged you strongly when you opened the door to welcome the family.

“Dawn, I missed you so much,” you said. Hank and Dick exchanged a quick hug and a small talk and you immediately noticed the beautiful little person in Hank's arms.

“And how's the prettiest girl in the world doing?" You said which earns a big smile from the baby. You could notice Dick was also kinda in love with the little girl you had in your arms.

“Go enjoy your night, we’ll keep your little one safe until you come back” Dick said without taking his eyes from the baby in front of him. He was captivated by the little human in your arms.

.”You and Y/n are truly angels, thank you for this, we owe you one” Hank said and you said goodbye to each other, taking Soph’s things and heading inside the house.

“So it’s the three of us now, you, me and little sophie,” Dick said, placing her baby bag on the couch and starting to assemble her mobile crib.

“She’s a sweetheart, isn’t she?” you looked at her, who was looking straight back at you with big eyes.

“She will be as calm as Dawn and thoughtful as Hank, I bet” he said “Done.” he said motioning to the already assembled crib.

“You’re a genius, babe. I’ll place her there now, can you keep an eye on her while i cook something for dinner?” you asked your husband, who was completely inexperienced with kids, not much different from you.

“Sure” he answered trying to keep his confident pose.

“Thanks, D” you pecked his lips and went to the kitchen.

You were almost done with the cooking, so you went to the living room to tell Dick, when you got there you saw a scene that almost made your heart melt.

It was the kind of scene that would clearly become one of your best memories. Your husband had Sophie in his arms, he had wrapped her in her pink blanket, rocking her and you heard his low voice singing her a lullaby: "Hush, little baby, don't say a word, Papa's gonna buy you a mockingbird.

And if that mockingbird won't sing, Papa's gonna buy you a diamond ring."

You didn’t say anything or move, you kept paralyzed watching the scene that looked so much like a dream.

You didn’t realize but a half smile took your lips. The baby girl seemed to be pretty much asleep when Dick placed her in her crib and turned to see you watching the scene.

“Hey, how long have you been there?” he walked to you smiling sweetly, this wasn’t the only moment you realized Dick was the man who you dreamed about but it was surely the moment you could see most of his sweet side and how in love you were with this man.

“Enough to see how much of a good dad you’d be.” you wrapped your arms around his waist and rested your head on his chest while he took you in his arms, Dick was taller than you and it was so comfortable.

“Hey, if I am being that good at this is certainly because you taught me a lot about love.” he lifted your head by your chin with the tip of his fingers. You smiled at him enjoying the peaceful moment

“I realized something by passing this little time with her” he said

“Yeah, and what was it?” you asked him pretty curious

“That we should start planning to have our own. I wanna have it all with you.” he said and you immediately looked at him, you bit your bottom lip unable to hide your smile when you thought about all the wonderfulness that a family life could be to you and him.

“I think that this was surely the best idea you had in a long time” you answered him still smiling and he kissed you passionately.

“Is it too soon to start trying?” Dick smirked and it was the kind of smirk that told you all the intentions that surrounded his head. You kissed him again making him understand that you were so excited about this as he was.

11 months later

Never in your whole life you could imagine feeling this happy and feeling the amount of love in your heart like you felt right now.

You were giving birth to your and dick’s baby. You watched your husband holding your newly born son in his arms, happily receiving the little human that you and him expected so much and you could see that Dick was crying.

Crying because the emotion of holding your son in his arms took the best of him, John Grayson was finally here and your world was completely changed right at this moment.

All the caring he had with you during pregnancy, all the nights he would caress your belly and talk to your baby were now so worth it and you couldn’t wait for living all of it by their side, the three of you.

You looked at Dick, who took his son’s little hand, you smiled, and opened the door in front of you, making your eyes shine when you saw a white and blue room there, with some drawings on the wall.

The crib was huge and had sheets with the same tons of the room adorning it. A huge shelf was on the side of the room, and it was already full of teddy bears. In the corner of the room, a huge stuffed panda (even bigger than you) Was on the floor, and next to it, a few puffs. It was the most beautiful children's room you had ever seen, of that, you had no doubt

“Dick …” You couldn't think.

“Dawn indicated a very good decorator! He was quick, and

I liked his job!” He smiled “Although he hit on me …”

He grimaced. You started laughing, and looked at your son’s room.

Everything was way better than she could ever imagine.

“Dick, did you ... Did you plan this yourself?” You asked, stunned by all that. It was too perfect, too beautiful ...

“Uhum! I just gave the orders.” He smiled, sitting on the little bed next to John’s crib, and looking at his son in his arms. You smiled and sat next to your husband, looking at your beautiful and asleep little boy. Carefully, Dick passed him on to you, who picked the baby up delicately.

While you holded John, Dick stroked his fragile little head, being enchanted by any movement he made. He felt like he could burst with happiness at any moment.

And that was the best feeling in the world. You took another look around the room and took a deep breath.

It was all a new beginning, a beginning of a new life.

#dick grayson imagines #dick grayson x reader #dick grayson x you #dick grayson x y/n #brenton thwaites

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ghostiewriter · 4 years ago

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for the queen of the word sprint, i want to see what u do for the prompt list 66 :-]

You love me so much, Mia🤡honestly, feeling the love!

Word Count: 1.2K

Prompt: “K.”

Kiara never considered herself a jealous person. In fairness, there was never a situation for her to be jealous in. She enjoyed her life, she enjoyed what she had, she valued the privileges she was given like a roof over her head and food on her plate. Maybe she felt a little envious when she was younger and someone else in school had the brand new toy she wanted—but that was different since she was young, had no sense of money and didn’t realise her parents had actually gotten her it for her birthday—but she’s never been jealous.

That was until tonight.

Tonight was the start of summer, three months of freedom after the hell that was junior year. They were finally able to relax and chill and do what the hell they want because who was there to tell them otherwise. This was meant to be Kie’s chance to finally just let go off all the stress she had been facing during finals and enjoy some time with her friends.

But she had to ruin it. That she being Tracy Martin. Captain of the kook academy varsity netball team and probably one of the nicest people you’ll ever meet. And that was the issue. As much as Kiara wanted to hate her, she couldn’t and so now she was left with the horrible green monster on her back while she watches Tracy’s hands trail all over JJ. Her JJ.

She tried to convince herself she was okay. JJ wasn’t an object, she couldn’t have ownership over him. He was his own person and obviously she trusted him. But the way Tracy’s fingertips trailed over his biceps and the way she laughed way too loud at his jokes just made that uncomfortable tug in her gut grow.

It’s how she found herself sitting on a log not too far from the main party, eyes glaring over where JJ was telling a group some crazy surfing story whilst Tracy is practically glued to his side, like she had been all night. And of course, JJ seemed oblivious to it all.

“You know, you’re meant to drink that not squash it into smithereens.” Pope spoke up, causing Kie to snap her focus over to him. She then followed his gaze and saw that the red solo cup in her hand was now crushed and the cheap beer now making her hand all sticky.

“Whatever.” She muttered, placing it in the sand beside her with a mental note to throw it away properly before she left.

“You’re making it so obvious, it’s actually pathetic to watch.” He snickered, clearly drunk Pope was taking pleasure in her misery. And when she simply rolled her eyes at him, he only continued to tease her until she was absolutely done.

“I’ll be inside if you need me.” She muttered, picking her trash that she needed to throw away before heading towards the Chateau. She heard Pope calling something after her but she ignored it, barely aware of the party around her.

Once she had thrown away the trash and washed her hands, she found herself sitting at the back, fingers playing with one of the bracelets on her wrists as she lightly hummed to herself. She could still hear the party but it had been drowned out by the distance, muffled by other noises and Kie was gladly basking in it. She was so into it that she didn’t even hear him approaching until he slipped into the seat next to her, offering the joint that he held between his fingers.

“I’ll pass.” She muttered, clearly more interested in the frayed bracelet than his company.

JJ frowned a little, not sure if her rejection to the joint or bitter tone surprised him more. “You good?

“Peachy.” She deadpanned.

His confusion only grew as he lightly nudged her with his shoulder. “Well, that’s not very believable.” He mused. “What’s got your panties in a twist?”

“Nothing.” She huffed out. “My panties are fine.”

JJ snickered at her response, there was something amusing about someone saying ‘panties’ in a serious voice. But when she still didn’t laugh, JJ let out a whine before moving to kneel on the steps in front of her so they were facing each other. “Seriously, what’s wrong?” He asked.

“I’m fine, JJ. Just go back to the party.” She said, eyes still focusing anywhere but him. “Go bother Tracy or something.” She added bitterly.

JJ’s eyes narrowed slightly, his brain taking a few moments to process her words before it finally clicked. And once it did, he couldn’t help but let a shit-eating grin take over his face. “Holy shit!” He laughed. “You’re jealous!”

“No, I’m not.” She quickly muttered in defence.

“Yes you are!” He sang.

“Am not!”

“Are too!”

“Whatever, doesn’t even matter.” She rolled her eyes. But JJ wasn’t giving this up.

“So, you don’t mind if I head back and smoke this joint with Tracy then, since you don’t want it? Right?” JJ questioned, and if she had looked up she would’ve seen that mischievous little smirk on his face.

“Sure.”

“Really?”

“Yeah.”

“Right then, off I go.”

“K.”

JJ broke a little, huffing out a laugh. “K?”

“K.” She answered again, a little harsher this time.

But JJ only grinned in response, standing up from his spot and Kie’s heart stopped for a second. This fucker is actually leaving, she thought to herself and the uncomfortable tug returned once again. Except, she was wrong.

JJ reached for her hands, giving her no chance to argue as he tugged her up from her seat, causing her to stumble forwards a bit. He was quick to steady her, hands on her waist whilst hers were clenching the fabric of his tank top. And when she avoided his gaze even then, one of his hands moved to gently tilt her chin back so she had no choice but to look at him. His expression softened a little when he saw how upset she was. She wouldn’t admit it and maybe to everyone else she looked completely fine, but JJ knew better.

“You have no reason to be jealous of Tracy, you know that, right?” He spoke softly, his hand moving to gently cup her cheek, his eyes never once leaving hers.

She sighed, nodding her head ever so slightly but he noticed it. “I know, I know.” She murmured sheepishly. “It’s just she had her hands all over you and I didn’t like it, okay? I trust you and I know you’d never do anything with her but she could be a lot less touchy.” She huffed out.

“You know you’re really hot when you’re all territorial.” He said with a smirk on his lips, one which only grew as Kie lightly slapped his chest. “No, I’m serious. Maybe I should get you jealous more often, possessiveness really makes your eyes pop.”

“Whatever, asshole.” She muttered, attempting to pull away from his grip as though she was annoyed but he could see the smile tugging on her lips.

“Not so fast, baby.” He grinned as he pulled her back, his lips instantly finding hers before she had a chance to argue, and she happily kissed back. Her arms wrapping themselves around his neck as she tugged him closer, feeling him smile into the kiss. Okay, so maybe she was a little territorial.

“Jay?” She whispered against his lips.

“Hm?” He hummed in response.

“I think I’d quite like that joint now.”

#jiara #outer banks #obx #jiara prompts #my writing #thanks a lot Mia🤡I’ll get my revenge on you #just you wait #writing prompts

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krreader · 5 years ago

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seven sins | chapter four.

pairing: bts x reader (jeon jeongguk x reader) fandom: bts warnings: non idol!au ; historical!au ; princes!bts ; concubine!reader ; sex genre: smut ; angst

summary: even in times such as yours, you still led a privileged life with nothing to ask for. that is until first your father, then your mother died and you were left to care for your two younger sisters. the position for royal physician seemed to be open and with your father having been a general and your mother having been a maid for the queen, you thought you might be able to get it.. little did you know that your visit to the palace would put a completely different offer on the table.

a/n: what do we love? S M U T? when do we love it? IN EVERY SINGLE CHAPTER

“(Y/N)!” Eun saw you at breakfast the next day and immediately sat down next to you, “You came home very late last night.. where were you?”

“Ah,” you lowered your voice, “I.. fell asleep.”

“Where?” she furrowed her eyebrows, then gasped when she realized you fell asleep with one of the princes, “(Y/N), we don't do that!”

“I know, I know, you don't have to remind me. I was just so exhausted and he didn't seem to mind.”

She let out a laugh and shook her head, “You truly are a special one, aren't you? The princes never let anyone stay for longer than their.. time together. And you just casually slept with one. Genuinely slept.”

“Just.. don't be so loud about it, please,” you saw that some of the other women were watching you, “I don't want to cause any rivalry or trouble here. I just want to.. do what I'm here to do.”

Which is what, (Y/N)?

Correct, to become the royal physician, NOT to fall for one of the princes.

Please keep reminding yourself of that, because it was very important.

“Anyways, I have to go now,” she got up, “Maybe take a walk today. You haven't seen much of the palace so far, right? You definitely should.”

Sou let her go with a smile and got up as soon as you were done with your breakfast. These women here scared you, you didn't want to spend any longer with them than absolutely necessary, afraid that one of them might stab you in the back.

None of the guards had approached you so far today, so you assumed that the princes were all busy. You took that opportunity to actually do wander the grounds, but not to discover what there was to the palace, but to the training grounds.. the one place you used to spend the most time as a kid.

“No, (Y/N), you need to be faster!”

“I'm trying, daddy,” you cried, doing the move again and again, just like your father had practiced, but you just couldn't get it right.

And you weren't crying because you were scared that he'd be angry with you, but because you were frustrated with yourself.

“Stop, stop, stop,” he knelt down in front of you and took the wooden sword out of your hand, “You need to focus. Everyone believes that fighting comes from here,” he pointed at your arms, then at your head, “But what's important is in here.”

“What?” you sniffled.

“Focus is the most important thing. If you focus, truly, truly, focus, you can do it. So take a deep breath, close your eyes and envision what you want to do. And then.. do it!”

Your lower lip still trembled, but you nodded.

Your father took a few steps back, smiling at you encouragingly.

You did what he said.

You closed your eyes, took a few deep breaths until you were calm again and then you..-

“I DID IT! DADDY I DID IT! I DID THE MOVE! DID YOU SEE ME DO THE MOVE?”

“I'm so proud of you my little warrior,” he scooped you up in his arms and spun you around a couple of times, showering you with kisses.

And as you stood there in the middle of the training grounds, you wiped away a lonely tear that ran out of your eyes and whispered: “I miss you so much, daddy..”

“Who are you talking to?” you jumped at the sudden voice and immediately bowed when you saw who it was.

“I wasn't..-”

“Girls like you don't usually come here.. they're better at spreading their legs than holding a sword, you know?”

Were you respectful? Yes. Were you intimidated by the royal family? Yes. Did that mean that you would just let him talk to you like that? No.

“Why don't you pick one up yourself and we'll see who ends up with spread legs?”

Jeongguk was surprised, but not offended in the slightest. In fact, he seemed rather happy.

“Oh, yes. Finally one with guts,” he sprinted towards the wooden swords and came back with two, excited like a young boy who just got a pony for his birthday, “I won't go easy on you, though.”

“Yes,” you, at this point, not caring in the slightest anymore, especially because it was only Jeongguk and you here, untied the ribbon of your skirt, so that you were only standing there in your blouse and the pants you always wore underneath. Then you smiled at him, “That's what your brother said to me too after I made him cum in less than five minutes.”

And that made Jeongguk tremble back, giving you the advantage that you needed.

Within two swift moves, you got him down on his back, the sword at his throat.

“Got you,” you whispered with a smirk.

“I want a fair round.”

You chuckled and helped him back up, “Fine.”

And so you two began your 'fair' battle.

Truth be told, you had no idea if you stood a chance. The last time you had fought like this was with your father as a child, but you weren't going to back down, not now.

Something that you noticed within the first few seconds was that Jeongguk was good. He was swift and delicate, yet he knew when to attack and when to take a step back.

You only barely escaped some of his strikes.

Neither of you kept count, you just sparred with each other for a while, up until you were both completely out of breath.

And then it was ultimately you who knocked him down to the ground and ended up sitting on top of him.

“I'd say that makes me the winner.”

“And here I thought you were only good for one thing.”

“You shouldn't judge people so quickly, your majesty.”

“Maybe I shouldn't,” he bit his lip, then licked it when he fully took that picture of you sitting on top of him in.

It's funny how you were so adamant about putting him in his place earlier about you ending up with spread legs, yet it was now you who got fucked against the stable walls – don't ask, it was just the closest place you could find.

Jeongguk didn't seem to be as experienced as Hoseok, his thrusts were a lot less coordinated, but it still felt good.

He was rough, he was quick and he showed you that – unlike with Jimin – this wasn't about emotions.

And you couldn't care less.

This was releasing tension that you two had just built up from the fight.

“Did my hyungs fuck you like this, huh?” he asked during thrusts when you kept screaming louder.

“No. No, they didn't.”

“That's what I thought,” he laughed, pulling out of you just for a moment to turn you around and push your chest into the wooden wall, then entering you once again.

Jeongguk was looking for release and it wasn't hard for him to get it.

But what surprised you was that he was – so far – the only one who pulled out before he came.

You could feel his sperm run down your back and smiled when he kissed your shoulder blade.

“We should do this again sometime, you know?”

“Well.. if one of your brothers doesn't fuck me, then I'll gladly defeat you again in battle.”

You were clearly mocking him and he actually liked that challenge.

He gave you a hard slap on your butt, “Go wash up..”

“Yes.. your majesty,” you both laughed as he left the stables.

“What's that look for, darling,” the king approached the queen with a grin.

“You should have discussed this with me first.”

“Discussed what?”

“Appointing a new Royal Noble Consort for all seven of our sons!”

“Do I have to remind you that these seven boys are not actually your sons, but sons of such Royal Noble Consorts?” he said with a spiteful tone.

“It still wasn't your place.”

“I am the king. I decide who comes to my court and who doesn't. Not you.”

They watched Jeongguk leave the stables, happily so and the king slowly turned around with a smile and was about to walk away.

The queen, however, kept her eyes on you as you hurried out of the stables, “If she stabs you in the back, you think about my words, dear husband.”

He stopped dead in his tracks, then turned around to look at her again, “What?”

The queen grinned, “It doesn't matter. You decide who comes to your court and who doesn't,” she mocked, then walked away, leaving him with many questions and even more worries.

Did he maybe make the wrong choice? Or was this just another scheme of his wife?

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Bet You Look Good On The Dancefloor (14/14) (Branjie) (and background everyone) - Ortega

a/n: WAAH the end is here!! thank u to everyone who’s ever liked, reblogged or commented on this, it means the world!! hope u enjoy the final chapter! it’s finale time babeyyy

fic summary: Strictly Come Dancing enters its 18th series and its producers, after being goaded by a rival dance show on its inclusivity, commission it to be an all-female cast. Unlike Akeria who’s just here to bone her potential dance partner, dancer Vanessa is ready to act like a professional.

And then TV presenter Brooke Lynn walks into the rehearsal room.

*****

12th December, 2020

The glitterball is casting a thousand mirrors onto the dancefloor and the bodies of the girls around her as Vanessa moves gracefully across the ballroom, twirl, twirl, twirl, STOP, kick-and-kick, kick-and-kick. She feels like a little clockwork doll as she completes each move perfectly in sync with Crystal and Courtney beside her, and with all the lights beaming down on her and the knowledge she’s got her girlfriend out there watching her it’s as if she’s made of a million diamonds.

“All these bad times I’m goin’ through, just dance…got canned heat in my heels tonight baby…”

On the last beat she freezes back to back against Phi Phi on her other side, and as the pros all hold their positions the celebrities in the audience cheer and screech and clap loudly for them. Vanessa supposes it’s weird to still be calling them the celebrities; they’re part of the huge big Strictly family now, and it’s so sad that in a matter of hours the whole experience will be over for another year and they’ll have to say goodbye to each other. Well. In theory they will, but for the endless amount of them who seem to have struck up relationships over the course of the show not much will probably change.

Melting out of their poses, the dancers all laugh, hug and hi-five each other, glad they managed to do so well in the dress rehearsal. As they all walk back over to the seats in the audience Vanessa sees Brooke’s bright smile and twinkling eyes as she puts her hands together in a series of tiny little claps just for her.

“You were so good out there! Well done,” she gasps encouragingly, holding her arms out to her for a hug which Vanessa gladly accepts.

It’s crazy how Brooke’s arms have become such a familiar and comforting place for Vanessa, and the feeling of her girlfriend all warm and soft around her makes her feel like her stomach’s full of butterflies. As the hug breaks, Vanessa tilts her chin up to kiss Brooke once, twice, three times, the pair of them smiling at each other all goofy and dumb and happy. They never really announced their relationship to the other pros (apart from to Monique and Akeria, of course, who received a number of loud voicenotes from Vanessa in the Uber back from Brooke’s the morning after she’d stayed over). To their credit, the other girls have barely batted an eye to the occasional coupled-up displays on show; apart from Crystal squealing and gushing about how cute they are and Jan giving Vanessa a sneaky wink and mouthing a told you so.

Vanessa doesn’t mind, though. Being with Brooke feels like being on a boat in a harbour; calm, anchored, safe. They’ve only really been girlfriends for a week but in Vanessa’s eyes it feels like a lot longer. If she’s been worried about not seeing Brooke after they were kicked out of the competition then Brooke has done everything she can to assuage those fears. On Tuesday they went for late-night drinks at a quiet bar in the middle of buttfuck nowhere to make extra sure there would be no press lingering about. On Wednesday Vanessa had picked Brooke up from filming and Brooke had introduced her to her co-presenter Nina, who’d gasped and hugged her and said she’d heard so much about her (which in turn made Brooke blush, to Vanessa’s delight). And on Friday Vanessa had stayed at Brooke’s again ahead of their busy day today, and they’d made cookies together and taken them in for everyone to snack on during the dress run. It all feels like paradise, the best kind of dream that Vanessa wants to stay in forever.

“I don’t think I’ll ever stop bragging about how my girlfriend is the best pro dancer on the whole show,” Brooke says proudly, Vanessa going all giggly and flattered in her arms. Just then, Jackie leans forward from the row of seats behind them.

“Aw, don’t tell me you and Jan have been having an affair?!” she teases lazily, and Brooke makes a childish face at her as she sits down on her own seat, dragging Vanessa with her onto her lap.

“I said best pro dancer, not best crier,” Brooke deadpans, then flinches and gives a cry as she’s hit on the back of the head with an empty plastic water bottle. As Vanessa howls with laughter, she turns around to see who the culprit is- an incredibly unamused Jan.

“Hey, you two cried when you left too!”

“Only cried because I thought I’d never get to grind against Brooke again,” Vanessa jokes, getting a laugh from the two girls behind her and a long-suffering glare from Brooke. As if to punctuate her point Vanessa wiggles a little in her lap, and the glare turns challenging with a minute raise of Brooke’s eyebrows. If Vanessa has anything to do with it she’ll be paying for that later. She can’t wait.

“Are we talking about grinding against our girls?” Crystal asks inquisitively from a few seats along. “Gigi’s impossible. Her hipbones are like razor blades.”

“Hey, I’m not that skinny!” Gigi objects from beside her, Crystal placating her by taking her hand and kissing it as the other girls laugh. Vanessa’s not sure when those two actually got their shit together, but she’s glad they did. She knows how much Crystal had been crushing on Gigi, and she’s happy that another set of girls get to be happy too.

“You done with your fitting then, Crys?” Vanessa asks. She knows all the finalists got called to wardrobe straight after their rehearsal, and it still looks as if Akeria and Monique aren’t done yet.

“Yeah. The skirt is so long, though, God knows how I’m gonna dance in it.”

“How’re you feeling, Gigi?” Jan asks politely, the finalist going vaguely green beside her partner.

“Like I drank a bucket of cold sick.”

“How poetic,” Crystal rolls her eyes. “You’ll be fine! Better than fine. You’ll be amazing. You’ve got me!”

“That’s the part I’m worried about,” Gigi deadpans, and as the girls roar with laughter Vanessa catches Gigi reassuring Crystal that she was only kidding, kissing her cheek for good measure.

Vanessa cranes her neck, searching the studio. When her eyes don’t fall on the people she’s looking for, she turns to Gigi and Crystal again. “Hey, you know if Kiki and Monique are done yet?”

“Nah. Still there,” Gigi says, sipping from her water bottle on one hand with her other still curled round Crystal’s.

“Right. I’m gonna go wish ‘em good luck in case I don’t see them before the show,” Vanessa says decisively, making to stand up. Brooke pulls her back into her lap, fixing her with a pout and a kissy face.

“Needy,” Vanessa teases, before pressing three little kisses to her lips that the other girls either simper, fake-vomit or wolf-whistle at.

It’s not hard to find Akeria and Monique; they’re both still in wardrobe with their partners, although Monique looks as if she is done and Akeria is dressed in her showdance dress, a riot of silver and gold sequined fringing. Asia’s is matching, and they both look like identical twins as they’re prodded with pins and needles and measured with lengths of tape.

“Wow, you two look stunnin’,” Vanessa says by way of a greeting, to which Akeria’s face lights up in delight.

“Hey boo!” she beams, holding her arms out for a hug and then forgetting she’s practically rendered immobile for the time being.

Monique greets her too, but she’s muted and quiet as she sits on the small sofa beside Monet. She looks nervous. It’s rare that Monique gets nervous. In all the time Vanessa’s known her and all the contests they’ve competed in together, she has hardly ever seen Monique look anything other than 100% sure of herself.

“How you all feelin’?” Vanessa asks, laughing as Asia sticks her tongue between her teeth and makes a noise like a big wet fart.

“Nervous as hell. I’m just gonna go out there and have a good time, though. If we win, we win, and if we don’t, well…the public have no taste.”

Akeria points at her in approval and agreement, and Vanessa’s gaze turns to Monet.

“I’m just excited! I’m not ready for the whole thing to be over. Think I’m just gonna go out an’ have fun, like Asia. But I’ve not been able to get a word out of this one all day,” she gently nudges Monique with her knee, threads her arm around her waist. “And y’know, usually I’d be overjoyed about getting a bit of peace, but it’s unnerving. I think she’s more nervous than I am.”

Monique looks up at Monet with a small smile, but her brow’s still furrowed in worry.

“I just don’t wanna let you down. You work so hard every damn day an’ you deserve the win so much. I mean what if I do fuck somethin’ up? Forget a step or do somethin’ wrong?”

“Monique,” Vanessa interjects, her lip curling in disbelief. “You are a literal dance champion. You have three trophy cabinets at your family home- don’t deny it, I’ve seen ‘em. You’re a professional dancer, for Christ’s sake! Why are you so nervous about this in particular?”

“Because she wants to win it for her boo,” Akiera raises her eyebrows at the pair of them on the sofa, and Vanessa doesn’t miss the way Monique grows all bashful and Monet develops a slightly smug smile.

“That ain’t it at all! It’s just…it’s my first final, and yeah I’m nervous, and not gonna lie, I wanna win. And…” Monique trails off as she looks at Monet. “…okay, I kind of am putting myself under more pressure because it’s you.”

Vanessa and Akeria cast each other a knowing glance, one that lets Akeria communicate to her just how correct she was.

“Babe,” Monet chuckles, pulling Monique closer. “I got six Brit awards, two MOBOs, two number ones an’ a top five album. Winning tonight would be nice, but…there’s more important things to me, like the pair of us havin’ fun together. Besides. I already won when I got partnered with you, so.”

Monet tails off, a little embarrassed at how soppy she’s got in front of the others, but Vanessa thinks it’s worth it when she sees how Monique lights up at her words.

“Go on, kiss her. It’ll make Akeria sick, an’ that’s funny,” Vanessa teases, and as Akeria rolls her eyes at her Monique peppers Monet’s face with grateful kisses.

“Now listen,” Vanessa speaks again, her tone sincere as she steps forwards and takes her friend’s hands. “If I don’t see you both before the final…go get that glitterball, okay? Do it for all three of us, we said one of us would take it. Have fun, do your best. But whatever happens, I’m so proud of you both.”

“Shut up. You’re gonna make me cry,” Akeria says stoically, but Vanessa knows there’s love behind it.

“Love you, V,” Monique smiles tearfully, untangling herself from Monet’s arms and moving to hug her.

“Fuck it,” Akeria shrugs, gingerly putting her arms around the pair of her friends.

Vanessa hopes she’s conveying with her hug just how much she loves her sisters, how desperately proud of them she is and how much luck she’s wishing them both. It’s so crazy for her to think about the three of them, in their late teens with their hair scraped back into tight buns and too much makeup on their face, meeting for the first time at the tower ballroom all those years ago. Now Akeria and Monique are in the final, and Vanessa gets to watch them.

She can’t quite believe this is her life.

In the green room all the other girls are chatting excitedly, happy they’re not under any pressures tonight other than to do the group dances well, have fun, and cheer loudly for their friends. Some of the girls are doing some last-minute touch-ups at the mirrors and some have spilled out onto the floor, surrounded by boxes of pizza that remind Vanessa of how hungry she is and make her stomach rumble. Her eyes eventually land on Brooke, tucked up in a corner eating a slice of pepperoni and busy scrolling her phone which is plugged into the wall. She’s wearing one of the dressing gowns that production provides them with, clearly too cold in her opening dance outfit. The sight makes Vanessa’s heart melt a little bit and she crosses the room to meet her.

“Hey! Woah, watch!” Brooke laughs, as Vanessa wraps her whole body around her- arms around Brooke’s head, thighs around her waist- and clings to her like a koala. “You’ll get pizza grease on your dress and then costume will shout at you.”

“You looked cold,” Vanessa mutters against her hair, by way of explanation.

It’s too late when she notices Brooke editing the photo for her Instagram story- Vanessa’s head resting on top of hers and Brooke pulling a silly face for the selfie.

Sleepy baby ahead of the finale, Brooke types, and Vanessa’s heart grows all warm.

“That’s gonna raise some suspicion, y’know,” Vanessa smirks, tapping her nail against the word baby as she releases her girlfriend from the full-body hug and settles herself down beside her.

“What? You are a sleepy baby. It’s just a fact,” Brooke shrugs, making Vanessa laugh. Brooke’s reaction makes her consider something.

“Hey, d’you think we should wait til we’re asked about us to say that we’re together? Y’know, in like, an interview? Or should we make like…an announcement?” she asks her, Brooke snorting at her last sentence.

“An announcement! We’re not the royal family, baby, let’s chill,” she taps her on the nose, and Vanessa huffs beside her.

“Well! Our fans might still want to know. I don’t know if you’ve looked at either of our comment sections lately, but they’re both full of kids wanting to know if there’s anything going on between us.”

“I think wait to be asked,” Brooke shrugs, to which Vanessa raises her eyebrows at her.

“We already got asked! And we denied there was anything at all going on!” she laughs, thinking back to their It Takes Two elimination interview where Cheryl had grilled them on their relationship status, and they’d had to smile and laugh and say they were just friends.

(Although the way Brooke had pushed her up against the wall backstage to kiss her afterwards, unable to keep her hands off her, begged to differ.)

“Well, they’ll ask again! I’ll be mad if they don’t,” Brooke huffs, making Vanessa giggle all the more.

There’s a lull in the conversation where Brooke leans over to her side, hands Vanessa a pizza box with three slices of pepperoni inside it. “Saved you some. I knew these vultures would be ruthless. I think Willam’s had five slices already, fuck knows how she’s going to dance.”

Vanessa laughs out a thank you, taking a slice that’s gone from hot to warm but biting into it regardless. As Brooke nibbles on her crust and the pair of them chew contentedly, Vanessa nudges Brooke’s calf with her foot.

“What’re you doin’ this week? I wanna see you.”

Brooke tilts her head in thought. “I’ve got Wednesday off filming. Other than that I’m free most afternoons and…Friday night.”

Vanessa pouts. “So I can’t stay over Tuesday?”

“I’ll get back from filming at, like, nine. But you can stay over, of course you can! You might need to make dinner, though. Ooh, or we could get Chinese?”

It makes Vanessa feel all excited and tingly, the fact that she and Brooke get to do this. Plan their week together and what they want to do; endless little futures, dreams becoming real. Each time Vanessa spends time with her girlfriend she swears she’s one step closer to telling her exactly how she feels about her, words she’s not said properly in quite a while. It’s a scary feeling, but an exciting one, like being on a rollercoaster or doing a bungee jump.

Brooke sees the dopey smile on her face and laughs. “What?”

“I’m just happy we get to do this. Just be together an’ do coupley shit. Never thought I’d be able to do all this again with someone,” she smiles shyly, and her words make Brooke lean in and kiss her forehead. Vanessa suddenly remembers something and flinches. “Pizza grease lips!”

“Oh, relax. They’ll stick some foundation on it and you’ll be fine,” Brooke pouts, cuddling her closer. “Hey, when do you fly back home for Christmas?”

“20th. You?”

“21st,” Brooke says, then sighs and takes Vanessa’s hand. “Will it give you the ick if I say I’m going to miss you? Like, a lot?”

“Shut up, not at all!” Vanessa tips her head back to laugh, incredulous. She brings Brooke’s hand up and kisses it three times in quick succession. “I’m gonna miss you too. But hey, when we get back we’ll have rehearsals an’ then the tour. It’ll be almost like we’re back doin’ the show!”

Brooke perks up beside her, and Vanessa uses the small pause in conversation to take another bite of her pizza, being ever-so-careful not to have it touch her lipstick.

“Where’re you most excited for?”

Vanessa looks back at Brooke and blinks, her train of thought lost. “What?”

“On the tour. Where are you looking forward to the most?” Brooke asks again patiently. Vanessa thinks, then raises her eyebrows as she decides.

“Belfast is nice. Good places to eat, good nights out. An’ the river is so gorge when it’s night and all the buildings around it are lit up.”

Brooke waggles her eyebrows. “You’re going to be taking me on some romantic midnight walks, then?”

Vanessa laughs, winks at her. “If you’re lucky. What about you, boo, where you excited for?”

Brooke tilts her head in thought. “Aberdeen interests me.”

Vanessa can’t help the laugh she splutters out. “Oh, baby. Aberdeen is dead, there’s fuckin’…nothin’ there. If we’re talkin’ Scotland then Glasgow is the best. They know how to party in Glasgow. I remember the first year we did the tour me an’ a few of the other girls had a night out there. Well Lord Jesus if it wasn’t the most chaotic night out we ever had. It was like a renaissance paintin’ or some shit. Kiki an’ Monique were just standin’ there open-mouthed at everything but me an’ Crystal were lovin’ it. Reminded us of nights out back home but on steroids.”

Brooke laughs, hums as something occurs to her mid-pizza slice. “Newcastle, though. That’s a good night out.”

“Y’know what we need to prioritise? Cute date venues. That’s what we can do while we’re both away! Make a list of all the cities on the tour an’ look up good places to eat an’ things to do,” Vanessa says enthusiastically, watches Brooke’s face light up in response. It makes Vanessa’s heart happy to know that Brooke’s as invested in the pair of them as she is, the concept of them being them.

The pair of them spend the time leading up to the finale chatting excitedly with the other girls, singing loudly along to the songs playing through the speakers with the other, and finishing off the pizza. Vanessa thinks it’s interesting seeing how all the different new couples behave. Vixen and Blair are low-key and subtle; a squeeze of each others’ hand here, a shared look of affection there. In contrast, Jan and Jackie can’t help but kiss each other on the cheek every few minutes or so, vocal and proud of each other and wanting all the other girls to know it. Willam and Courtney’s budding relationship seems to be built on Willam gently bullying Courtney, and Yvie and Scarlet’s built on Yvie laughing at things Scarlet does, even if she doesn’t mean to be funny. Gigi and Crystal are shy and still a little nervous and Jackie thinks it’s funny to call them out on it every so often and make them blush furiously. Monique is bashful and secretive and Monet is loud and public, clearly wanting everyone to know how loved-up she is.

It’s funny the way that a simple dancing competition has brought so many different girls from so many different walks of life together, who might not ever have met otherwise but now have the chance to build a future with each other. It’s nice, Vanessa thinks, as she puts her arm around her own future that’s sitting beside her, howling at a joke Yvie’s made.

Soon enough, the girls are all called through to assemble on the ballroom floor. Vanessa slips her hand into Brooke’s as they make their way through the corridors that are hidden from view with huge black drapes, her heart pounding in anticipation. It’s a bittersweet feeling; the last time she and Brooke are going to be dancing together on the ballroom floor, the last time she’s going to be dancing with the other pros for a while at least. But she wants to make it count, and she wants to be the best she can be, so she tips the scales in her mind to the more positive side, squeezes Brooke’s hand and kisses her on the cheek as they wait to be told to assemble.

“So proud of you,” Brooke murmurs against her hair, having not quite pulled away yet.

“So proud of us,” Vanessa corrects her, squeezing her waist. She wants to say it, she wants to just say I love you like it’s the most simple thing in the world.

Not yet.

When they all dance together for the last time and the audience claps and cheers, Vanessa’s heart feels full and lit up. She’s happy, and she’s no longer carrying the burden of what-happened-last-year around with her. She feels as if she’s walking on air as she makes her way up to the Divinatorium with Brooke’s arm around her shoulders, ready to watch her friends all dance their hearts out for a chance at the glitterball.

The finalists had to prepare three dances: their favourite of the ones they’d performed all season, the judges’ pick, and a showdance. The couples’ pick is up first, and Vanessa watches with interest at each of their choices. She smirks up at Brooke as Monet and Monique perform their Waltz to I Have Nothing again, explaining to her that their first kiss had been when they’d rehearsed for it. It’s still beautiful and mesmerising though, just as it had been the first time around, and when they get a perfect score of 40 Vanessa swears she’s the loudest member of the audience there is.

Akeria and Asia are next, and they’ve picked their Argentine Tango from Musicals week. Their reasoning is clever, Vanessa thinks; it was a semi-recent performance so it’s still fresh in their minds, and it was the one they performed in the dance-off so they have the opportunity to redeem themselves for the judges. When they’re scored 38, Vanessa’s heart bursts with pride.

The last couple to perform their first dance are Gigi and Crystal, who’ve chosen their movie week dance to Licence to Kill. Vanessa smiles as she watches the pair of them, remembering how Crystal had told her how gorgeous she’d thought Gigi looked in her Rhumba dress. Watching the pair of them dance now it’s filled with so much more passion and heat, and Vanessa will eat her own hands if they don’t score 40. They end up receiving 39 thanks to Bianca and her stubborn scoring, but Vanessa’s proud of them anyway.

“What would we have chosen if we’d made it this far?” Brooke asks Vanessa, as there’s a break to allow some guest performer to showcase their new single. Vanessa doesn’t even have to think twice.

“Argentine for sure. Wait no- maybe the Salsa.”

“You just want an excuse to do sexy dances with me again, then?” Brooke pokes her tongue out, murmuring quietly. Vanessa gives her girlfriend’s butt a squeeze in response and has to clap a hand over her mouth to stop herself laughing as Brooke lets out a squeak right in the middle of the performance.

“I’d do our Commercial. I never got to do it with you the first time around,” Brooke says, after she’s calmed down. Vanessa raises her eyebrows and nods in approval, liking the idea. Maybe they could do one of each on tour.

The evening soon progresses to the judges’ choice dances. For Crystal and Gigi, they’ve chosen their week one Samba- a choice that, Vanessa is sure, the girls will be cursing them for as it’ll have required a lot of re-learning. However they still perform it well, and they earn a 38. Monique and Monet perform their Jive, and as Vanessa watches it she becomes all excited for her friend, because it’s shaping up to be one of the most iconic dances in the show’s history. They receive 39, another amazing score. Akeria and Asia perform last- their Commercial, which Vanessa is pleased about. Commercial is easy and almost guarantees a good score. Sure enough, the judges give them 40, and Vanessa practically leaps on her friend when she’s finished with her interview.

After a pro dance, the final dances of the evening- the last attempt to win some votes- are the showdances, designed and choreographed to be a showcase of all the celebrities have learned over the course of the competition. Vanessa’s excited- she hasn’t seen any of the girls’ rehearsals and she’s deliberately not looked at the songs they’ve chosen, and so she’s going into the dances blind.

She clasps Brooke’s hand excitedly as she watches Akeria and Asia go first, the fringing to their dresses Vanessa had seen them be fitted for earlier making her realise it’ll have elements of a Charleston. The opening chords of I Got Rhythm blast out into the studio, and the girls immediately throw themselves into their dance. Vanessa watches it all with delight, so relieved and happy at how well the two girls are doing. When it gets another score of 39, Vanessa screeches so loudly that Aja gives her a glare, deafened from her position on the other side of her.

Gigi and Crystal are next, and their matching pink dresses are perfect for their dance to Sparkling Diamonds. They hit every beat effortlessly, and it’s clear that they’ve both put everything into rehearsals as the dance is executed perfectly. They are scored 39 too, and Vanessa bounces on her toes impatiently, a little irked. The judges are handing out the perfect scores sparingly tonight, and Vanessa badly wants Monet and Monique to get another.

When the last couple take to the dancefloor underneath a giant halo of fairy lights, Vanessa gasps. Monet’s hair is loose and curled down her back and Monique’s is matching, a little sparkling silver butterfly clip pinning some of it back from her face. They’re in long white dresses of taffeta and lace, dotted with sparkling silver diamantes and sequins, and they’re barefoot, indicating a contemporary theme. Vanessa’s heartened by how stunning they look.

And, as the piano begins playing, Vanessa hears Brooke let out a little gasp beside her.

“Oh my God, this is going to be beautiful,” she whispers, and Vanessa nods excitedly in agreement.

As the singer begins, Monique and Monet start to move; slowly, gracefully, gently, like two little figures in a music box.

“I close my eyes and I can see, the world that’s waiting up for me…that I call my own…”

Vanessa is close to letting out a gasp herself as the two girls move across the ballroom floor with skill and agility, tumbling and twirling through the air. It’s not just how perfectly they’re executing the dance though. It’s the way Monique’s looking at Monet with adoration, it’s the way Monet smiles back at her, just happy to be dancing with the girl she cares about. It’s the way the dance is illustrative of what’s blooming between them- fragile, delicate and beautiful- and Vanessa wonders if Monique intentionally choreographed it that way.

“Every night I lie in bed, the brightest colours fill my head, a million dreams are keeping me awake…”

As the song reaches its climax and the pair of them run over to a huge circular platform, Vanessa lets go of Brooke’s hand and cups her face with both of her own, awed and stunned. Because carpeting the platform are shimmering circles of white and silver confetti, and as Monet and Monique conclude their dance, kick up and scatter it, it surrounds them like stars. Vanessa doesn’t know if it’s the music, or the choreography, or simply the connection between the two girls, but she finds her eyes beginning to fill with tears, so much so that Brooke notices and pulls her in close for a hug. They watch the dance finish with their arms around each other, and that’s how the girls end too; Monet’s arms anchoring Monique tightly and Monique’s wrapped around Monet’s waist.

The judges are crying, and, to Vanessa’s unbridled delight, the girls are given full marks for their showdance.

As Vanessa gives her friend a quick hug before they have to go back on stage for the winner to be announced, she whispers to Monique.

“That dance just won you the competition, baby. Well done.”

Monique pulls away and makes a face. “C’mon, Vanj, we don’t know that for sure.”

But Vanessa does. So after the VT is shown of the recap of the full season and Michelle announces that the votes are closed, Vanessa holds her breath. From her position at the bannister she can see Crystal and Gigi, Monet and Monique, and Akeria and Asia, all of them standing within about two metres of the glitterball trophy and within touching distance of being announced the winners. Vanessa would love it to be any of the girls, but she’s sure of who is going to take the trophy. The lights go down, the audience holds their breath, and Brooke clings tightly to Vanessa from behind.

“Crystal and Gigi…” Michelle begins, her voice full of suspense and anticipation. “…Akeria and Asia…Monet and Monique. The votes have been counted and independently verified, and I can now reveal that the Strictly Come Dancing champions of 2020 are…”

Drum beat. Drum beat. Drum beat. Vanessa is holding her breath so much she feels as though she could be sick. She can feel Brooke’s heart beat through her chest against her back, and Vanessa feels as if her whole body is shaking as she looks down at the girls. Crystal has her arm around Gigi as the other girl looks to the ceiling, taking deep breaths. Akeria’s holding Asia’s hand, both of them looking to the floor nervously. And Monique is tucked in to Monet’s side, their arms wrapped around each other and both of their eyes squeezed tightly shut.

Drum beat. Drum beat. Drum beat.

“MONET AND MONIQUE!”

Vanessa immediately flinches against Brooke, almost knocking her out as she launches herself roughly ten feet in the air and screams so loud she feels as if her vocal cords will snap. When she begins crying it’s as if a massive bank has burst, the relief and the pride and the love she feels for her friend so overwhelming and euphoric.

Monique is doubled over in shock, sobbing as she launches herself away from Monet, and Monet, for her part, is simply screaming “WHAT?” over and over again. The two other pairs are laughing and beaming as they cheer for the winners and Akeria is jumping up and down, clapping so hard Vanessa’s worried about the skin on her palms.

Michelle ushers the winning girls over, and Vanessa melts against Brooke with bliss as her girlfriend presses a kiss to her temple. The win is as much for the three friends as well as Monique and Monet themselves, and Vanessa wants nothing more than to throw herself off the balcony and run to Monique and Akeria, to crush them both in a hug and never let go. But Monet is being interviewed, her arm tight around Monique’s waist as she’s asked how it feels to win.

“I still don’t believe it!!” she cries, her face a picture of disbelief as she looks at Monique with incredulity. “It feels absolutely crazy, crazy and surreal, I mean the fact that we won in amongst all this talent…I never expected it, not one bit. But you know…I should’ve expected it, I should, because I have the best teacher, the absolute best teacher and friend and straight-up best person I could’ve asked for to share this experience with, and she deserves this win so much, I just…I mean, you know how I feel about you, babe, so I’m just gonna shut up.”

The audience cheers as Monet pulls Monique in for a hug, and Vanessa can see Monique’s frame shaking as she sobs against Monet’s chest. Vanessa knows how unlucky Monique’s been with her previous partners, she knows how much she’s wanted this for so long. Michelle is smiling as she gestures to Monique.

“Monique, what would you like to say to Monet, to the girl that got you the glitterball?”

Monique pulls out of the hug, takes a few deep breaths to compose herself and breaks out into a coy smile as she looks at Monet, a little twinkle in both their eyes.

“What would I like to say to Monet…many, many things, so many things…I mean, first up, thank you, Lord, thank you for bein’ the best student, for giving your everything every single damn week, for…” Monique gestures to the trophy. “…for this…but also for bein’ the best person to share this whole crazy journey with, and it has been crazy, it’s been crazier than I ever imagined, but I’m so grateful for it all.”

Vanessa can feel the tears stream down her face as she watches Michelle rest a hand on the glitterball trophy. “Well, Monique and Monet, it gives me great pleasure to present you with this trophy, and to officially announce you…Strictly Come Dancing champions!”

The audience cheers in anticipation of the two girls lifting the trophy, but there’s a little pause as Vanessa watches Monet turn to Monique, whisper something into her ear with a little questioning look to her gaze. Monique looks to the floor bashfully, then bites back a smile as she gives a little nod. It’s when that happens that Monet turns to Michelle again, her hand on the trophy.

“Actually, Michelle, can I say somethin’ else before we lift this up?” Monet asks, and Michelle smiles indulgently.

“Make it quick, girl, we’ve got two minutes of screen time left.”

“Okay. I also just quickly wanted to say thank you so much to everyone involved who commissioned this series…it has been an absolute triumph, to see and to work alongside twenty three other women who’ve all proved their talents and who’ve all proved that same-sex pairings can work, and that the world doesn’t implode if you let two girls dance with each other…and I hope future series are going to reflect this too. And finally…” Monet smirks, curling her fingers around the trophy as Monique’s hand rests on top of hers and joins it. “…it wouldn’t be my career without me doing or saying something controversial, so why change the habit of a lifetime? THIS ONE’S FOR THE LESBIANS!”

With that, Monet and Monique lift the trophy in the air, the pyrotechnics go off in the background, and the two girls crash their lips together in a kiss that’s instantly broadcast to roughly nine million people. The audience is almost cheering the roof off the studio, Brooke is punching the air, and Vanessa screeches so loud and for so long that she’s momentarily worried for her lungs. Michelle smiles wryly as she concludes the show and the competition for another year, and the girls in the Divinatorium are given the green light to flood the ballroom floor, descending on the winners and the runners-up and showering them in hugs, kisses, and congratulations. And, just as she’d wanted, Vanessa sweeps Akeria and Monique into a tight hug, the three of them teary and euphoric, happy they’d done what they set out to do from the start.

Vanessa supposes she doesn’t need any alcohol at the afterparty given how completely drunk off Monique’s success she feels already, but she ends up being three glasses of celebratory champagne in anyway. It would be rude not to, and she’s never one to turn down free alcohol, but judging by the way the other girls are swaying around the hotel function room, she’s not holding up too badly in comparison. Blair has already been dispatched back to her flat in an Uber, Vixen’s coat thrown over her head to prevent any of the paparazzi getting any less than desirable photos. The Strictly afterparties are always riotous, and adding Willam into the mix doesn’t help matters either. So when Brooke taks Vanessa’s hand and tugs her in the direction of the fire exit to grab some fresh air, Vanessa is happy to follow and get a small break, some peace and quiet.

It’s nearing half past midnight and the street outside is becoming coated in a thin sheen of frost, one that makes the pavement sparkle under the yellow halo glow of the streetlamps. The paps have all scuttled back into the sewers from whence they came, already satisfied with the shots they got of Gigi and Crystal leaving hand-in-hand which are sure to get tongues wagging tomorrow. All is still, calm and quiet to the extent where Vanessa feels as if she’s experiencing some form of ambiguous space and time. If it’s cold outside, she doesn’t feel it.

“So? How’re you likin’ your first Strictly aftershow party?” Vanessa asks Brooke, punctuating her question with an ever-so-slightly tipsy wink. Brooke giggles as she leans against the brick wall, hissing a little at the cold.

“I don’t think I’m going to survive til the end,” she laughs. “Although Jackie keeps feeding me pints of water against my will, so it doesn’t even feel like I’ve had any alcohol despite the fact I’m making it my mission to drink the BBC out of house and home.”

“You’re too sensible,” Vanessa pouts, circling her arms around Brooke’s waist and squashing her cheek against her chest. After a moment to think, she chuckles. “Wonder how many Ofcom complaints Monet’s gonna get for that kiss.”

“Thousands. And good for her. Now everyone’s going to be talking about their win for years to come. That was a smart move,” Brooke nods appreciatively. “Guess those two will be girlfriends within the next twenty-four hours then.”

“Oh, for sure. It’s so clear that Monet’s head over heels in love with her,” Vanessa smiles, then her face drops as her heart siezes up.

It could be the night, it could be the champagne, it could be the way everything around them is sparkling, but Vanessa pulls her head up from Brooke’s chest, smiles as she looks her in the eye. There’s just one thing left to make the night as perfect as it could possibly be.

“What?” Brooke giggles a little, her gaze soft as she tucks a lock of hair behind Vanessa’s ear. “Why are you just staring at me? I know I’m pretty, but it’s rude to stare. Unless you want to take me back to yours. Then you can stare at me all you want. Preferably without any clothes on.”

“Brooke Lynn, shut up,” Vanessa laughs gently. Her heart is beating so fast in her throat that she feels as if it might crawl up and choke her, and every second she gets closer to admitting things she feels as if she’s about to pass out. But she takes a deep breath, squeezes Brooke tighter because if she does then Vanessa knows she won’t run away.

“I think I’m falling in love with you.”

Brooke’s jaw goes a little slack, in disbelief for a second before a smile slowly spreads onto her face. Vanessa can’t tell what that means, so she continues to babble on. “I promise it’s not because I’ve had a drink. I mean it. I really love you, and I know that’s a lot and you don’t have to say it back.”

“Vanessa,” Brooke brings a hand up to cup her jaw, which she immediately nuzzles into. “Me too.”

The validation makes Vanessa’s smile hurt her face. Brooke loves her. Brooke is in love with her. It’s an unspoken promise that they’re about to embark on a crazy but amazing journey together, one that Vanessa never wants to end, and she feels her heart ever-so-slightly break with how much and how intensely she loves her girlfriend.

“I love you,” Brooke says, through a nervous, excited giggle.

“I love you too,” Vanessa smiles back at her.

She tilts her head down to kiss her, their lips meeting urgently but their kiss slow, as if to match the kind of purgatory they’ve found themselves existing in. But it’s not, because kissing Brooke is like a heaven that Vanessa’s only ever dreamt of, and it’s real. She leans against her, both their bodies steadied by Brooke’s back against the wall, and when she pulls away she keeps their foreheads pressed together as if she’s not quite ready for their perfect moment to end.

It’s only in that second when Vanessa blinks that a bright flash clouds her vision and the sound of a shutter echoes from across the street. Her head snaps to the other side of the road and she’s met with the figure of a tall man, a brown bag slung over his shoulder which Vanessa instantly recognises as one which holds varying pieces of photographer’s equipment. He struggles under the weight of his long-lens camera before scurrying away out of sight.

When Vanessa turns back to look at Brooke, the pair of them splutter out a resigned laugh at the same time.

“Well. Guess that solves the problem of how we reveal our relationship to the world,” Brooke smirks. Her expression quickly changes into one of concern, and she takes one of Vanessa’s hands in hers. “Hey. You okay?”

Even a thousand camera flashes couldn’t stop how happy Vanessa feels. “I’m amazing.”

Brooke raises an eyebrow at her, as if to check. “Sure? Not bothered by the incriminating photos of us smooching in the street?”

Vanessa laughs, locking her fingers around Brooke’s knuckles. “We can deal with that tomorrow.”

Brooke’s expression relaxes and as it does, Vanessa leans against her and raises a suggestive eyebrow.

“Although maybe the poor guy needs a better shot. Maybe…” she smirks cheekily, tilting her face close to her girlfriend’s. “…we should keep kissing some more.”

And as Vanessa meets Brooke’s lips once again, she finds herself not caring about cameras, paparazzi, the newspapers or the media or the opinions of anyone else.

All she cares about is Brooke Lynn and the future they’ve got together, and all of that is worth a million glitterball trophies to her.

#rpdr fanfiction #ortega #bet you look good on the dancefloor #strictly au #lesbian au #branjie #vanessa vanjie mateo #brooke lynn hytes #jan sport #jackie cox #crystal methyd #gigi goode #akeria davenport #monique heart #monet x change #background momo #background jankie #background crygi

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fuelled-by-fanfiction-archived · 5 years ago

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SFW Alphabet: Adam Ruzek

Originally I was gonna do an NSFW alphabet, but when I came across this template the sappy romantic in me jumped out. Also, I seem to get great reactions when I post for Adam so he’s the one I wanted to do first!

I found this template on @anonymous-sideblog .

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Adam is really, really affectionate. As long as you’re good with PDA, then there’s no keeping him away from you. Even at work, he’s gotta have an arm around your waist or a guiding hand on your back. At Molly’s, he’ll pull you into his lap and spend the entire evening cuddling into you. And then at home.....it’s like having a baby koala. To two of you have to be in arm’s reach at all times. It’s a rule.

B = Beginning (How would the relationship start?)

Adam probably confessed his feelings to you after getting lashed at Molly’s (he needed a little liquid courage to get it out). The night ended with you letting him crash at your place, and the two of you actually talking things out over coffee and Advil the next morning.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

Adam. Loves. Cuddling. It’s gotten to the point where he actually can’t sleep unless you’re beside him, because it makes him worry that he can’t protect you. Normally he’s the big spoon because he like to make you feel safe but if it’s been a bad night then he’s got no qualms with curling up in bed with you holding him.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

He’s definitely gotten much more domestic since he’s been with you. He’s gone from ordering takeout every night to being able to actually cook dinner for the two of you. If you’ve had a long day he’ll do his absolute best to make sure that you come home to a clean house with a nice dinner.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Adam would probably sit you down and just tell it to you straight. He wouldn’t appoint or alleviate blame, he’d just get it over with and tell you that even though things aren’t working out, the time he’d spent with you had been the best time of his life.

F = Fiancé(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Adam’s been engaged three times before, so it’s safe to say that both of you are hesitant. You’re not too concerned about what’s going to happen, you’re more focused on the present.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Two words: gentle giant. You know what Adam does in the job, what he has to do in the line of work. He tries his utmost to not bring work home, but sometimes it just slips. He’s learnt not to slam doors and shout during arguments (sometimes the hard way, I’m afraid),

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Bear hugs, side hugs, sleepy hugs, drunk hugs, sad hugs, tight hugs, lift-you-off-the-ground-and-swing-you-around-when-you’re-least-expecting-it hugs. The man has got range.

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

I’d say Adam says it fairly quick. He’d never make you feel pressured to say it back, and whenever you’re ready he’ll gladly reciprocate.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He finds great pleasure in in striding over to you and locking lips with you in front of whoever’s ballsy enough to flirt with you. If it’s at work, he’s gonna do the exact same. End of story.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Cheek kisses if you’re at work, nose kisses to make you smile, neck kisses when he’s teasing, forehead kisses when he’s being protective. Adam likes to be kissed anywhere and everywhere, but he’ll never really tell you his favourite.

But I sure as hell will. It’s when you cup his face in your hands and plant little kisses all over his face until you finally give him a proper kiss. He blushes like crazy afterwards and everyone calls him whipped but it’s worth it.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

He’s awesome with kids. One time you and him babysat your nieces and nephews and you still think that they like him more than they like you.

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

Adam is by no means an early bird. Most of your mornings spent with him consist of lazy cuddling, sleepy kisses and having to drag him out of the bed.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

You’re both generally quite tired after work, so your time together mainly consists of food, hanky panky and sleep.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Adam’s pretty open. He doesn’t want any personal secrets between the two of you. The only thing he refuses to share about is work (that’s if you’re not a cop/in Intelligence). He doesn’t want to drag you down with him.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

He’s got a bit of a short temper, but not when it comes to you. He’s learned that you have no tolerance for raised voices and slammed doors, so he’s learned to not bring the anger work gives him home.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Adam prides himself on being a good boyfriend. He remembers everything: the date of the day you first went out, your favorite colour, your birthday, your childhood pets’ names, anything you’ve ever told him.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It’s the first night you stayed over. You were so shy and nervous, which he thought was adorable. You went to sleep on opposite sides of the bed facing away from each other. But when he woke up the next morning, he had both arms around you and you were curled up on his chest. After a few minutes spent looking down at you with a smile, he tried to pull away but you threw an arm around him and pulled him in tighter. He’d never been happier than in that moment.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

He’s protective to the point of overbearingness. Whenever possible he protects you physically (stepping in front of you, holding you close, covering your body with his). He needs to have you with him so he knows he can keep you safe.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

Though he fairs well in all the other departments, Adam is terrible at romance. His idea of a romantic date night is takeout and a basketball game. It’s generally falls on you to bring the romance to the table.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

Like I said, he’s overprotective to the point of being overbearing. It pisses you off because sometimes it seems like he doesn’t trust you enough to be responsible.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks? Do your looks bother them?)

Adam likes to make sure that he’s well kept. And as for your looks? He really couldn’t care less. As long as you look after yourself, your personality is all that really matters.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Yes, absolutely. You are, quite literally, the light of his life.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He love sit when you take care of him when he’s hurt. He pretends to hate it and tried to swat your hand away, but he loves it when you go over his wounds again and again and treat him like he’s fragile.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He wouldn’t like someone who’s cocky or arrogant (I know, the pot calling the kettle black). He’s a little egotistical, so he definetly needs someone to balance him out.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habit of theirs? Does it change around a partner?)

Sleeps like a freight train. He takes over the entire bed, meaning you can either sleep in the tiny gap left or cuddle up to him (he acts like it’s an accident, but it’s really not). He finds it difficult to sleep without you, because he’s gotten so used to having you in the bed beside him.

Not to be a twat, but it’s taken me over three and a half hours over four days to write this. Please, please, please leave some feedback. This is the longest thing I’ve ever written, and it was a genuine pain in the goddamn ass to finish.

#chicago pd #chicago pd fanfiction #chicago pd imagine #adam ruzek #adam ruzek x reader #adam ruzek imagine

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sadandsoullessauthor-blog · 5 years ago

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Black and White (Levi x Reader Soulmate! AU)

Neither of them expected it.

Levi had been with Hanji at the time, hardly listening as she droned on about the results of Eren’s blood work, when he felt compelled to glance at the doors of the lab. Nothing happened for almost a minute, and he was just about to brush off the strange feeling when the door was slammed open. Hanji stopped talking abruptly, mouth hanging open as she waited for someone to enter.

When they did, Levi’s entire world changed.

It was a girl carrying a stack of papers so tall that it covered her face. She was in a lab coat that hugged her form perfectly and had her shining (H/C) hair up in a high ponytail.

“I told you to stop avoiding your paperwork, Hanji!” she scolded the scientist, voice light despite the aggression lining her words. Hanji laughed it off loudly and obnoxiously, then glanced to the side to her always-angry companion for the scold that she received whenever she would be too loud. She was shocked to see that he wasn’t even looking at her, and was instead openly gaping at the woman that had just entered the room. Putting two and two together quickly, a genuine smile stretched her lips.

“Oi, [F/N], look over here for a second,” Hanji called out, not missing the sharp glare shot at her from the corner of her eye. The mystery girl hummed in confusion as she finally settled all of the papers onto a nearby lab table, turning to glance at her glasses wearing friend. Her (E/C) eyes met steely blue for a moment and a bone-shaking gasp ripped through her.

“I-I can see color?” she murmured to herself, a hand coming up to cover her mouth in surprise. Levi nearly lost it once her eyes were on him, and he took a moment to drink in the true sight of her.

“I, u-uh, never thought I’d find you.” She nervously mutters at the same time he quips;

“It took you long enough, brat.” Hanji reacted immediately, slapping him upside the head with a nearby ruler. His glare is murderous as he turns to face her, but it softens ever so slightly when he reads the message in her eyes.

‘Don’t insult her, you fool! Be nice!’ They were screaming. Releasing a sigh, he switched his attention to his destined soulmate. Scratching the back of his neck in uncharacteristic nervousness, he clicked his tongue when he found that he had nothing to say to her.

“Corporal Levi, right? It’s alright, I already know who you are.” His gaze shoots up to meet hers once more when she laughs lightly, the airy sound filling up the area. She approaches him slowly, taking cautious steps while he continued to sit there like a bump on a log.

‘Move, idiot! You look stupid just sitting here, damn it!' his mind was screaming, but he was so enraptured by the beauty in front of him, the one he thought he’d never find, that he could do nothing but stare. She reached a (S/T) hand out for him to take and shook his firmly with a smile.

“My name is [F/N], and it would seem as though we’re soulmates.” She was all smiles, hands shaking slightly in anxiousness as he continued to sit there completely quiet. Levi could practically hear Hanji yelling at him to say something, so he did.

“You just fucking realized that?” His mouth snapped shut as hers fell open in shock. Hanji raised her arm, ruler in hand and ready to strike him, but [F/N]’s bubbling laugh stopped her short.

“Oh dear, you’re going to be a fun one.” That was all Levi needed. This woman was truly the one for him.

~~~

They’ve been together for 6 months now. Levi was slowly believing that there was a Heaven, and that a piece of it had broken off and fallen to Earth in the form of his soulmate. Everyone noticed the change in his attitude, and many were eternally grateful to the (H/C) female for taming the demon inside the Corporal. Cleaning duty was still a prominent threat, but it wasn’t as severe thanks to the woman. Stable duty, kitchen and laundry duty, laps, and all the other punishments that Levi could come up with were now more tolerable. Cadets would gladly do them now, as they weren’t so devastating, and Levi was more calm.

[F/N] [L/N] was truly an angel sent from above.

The cadets and Levi weren’t the only ones who loved her. Hanji and Erwin appreciated the woman’s work ethic, and her intelligence was almost incomparable. Erwin would often call her in to assist in making strategic plans for expeditions, and she would find flaws in his arrangement that could easily get the entire squadron killed. She saved many lives in 6 months.

Hanji worked very closely with the woman, as [F/N] was her assistant and the lead botanical medicine tech. While she didn’t share the same wild obsession with the Titans as Hanji did, she could get behind some of her spectacled companion’s ideas and often helped create algorithms. [F/N]’s work with medicinal herbs and botanical sciences was unparalleled, yet she was still being held back.

Levi refused to let her go outside of the Walls. He feared for her safety from day-to-day, no matter what she was doing. She understood why he was so protective, as he’d lost his entire squad and his two best friends, but that didn’t mean that she was content. She longed to go out and find more herbs that would aid in medicine. It would help the cadets heal faster, keep them healthy, and a few would even help with the anxiety of going out on an expedition! Hanji and Erwin were all for it, each volunteering to guide her and protect her out in the fields, but Levi was having none of it.

He’d finally found her, and he wasn’t about to lose her just like he’d lost everyone else.

It took her 2 more months to convince him that she had to go out. They were running low on supplies, and only Hanji or herself knew the types of plants that she would need. There were a lot of them, too many for only Hanji to handle, so [F/N] insisted that she go out just this once. After many arguments, backup from both Erwin and Hanji, and the promise that she would get an apprentice to teach everything to so she wouldn’t go out again, Levi gave her the go-ahead.

She was ecstatic. Practically on Cloud 9. There wasn’t enough air in her body to thank Levi properly, but he found other uses for her lips as a repayment. The nights leading up to the expedition she would be accompanying them on were spent cuddling and kissing in the darkness of Levi’s private quarters. They were calm, content, and enjoyed the other’s presence as much as they could before the fateful day. He was worried, as always, but placed his trust in Hanji. She swore on her life, and her Titans, that she would protect the (H/C)-headed female at any cost. With this promise made, they set out for beyond the Walls.

~~~

Everything was going smoothly. Eren hadn’t been triggered into shifting, Erwin’s squad had yet to find a Titan anywhere, and [F/N] had gathered more than half of the herbs that she needed to take back to headquarters and study. Hanji had finished her gathering, and informed her friend that she was going ahead to scout out the next area. Nodding absentmindedly, [F/N] hardly noticed that she was now all alone in a clearing with her horse. An odd sensation crawled up her spine, and she found herself looking around nervously. Rising to her feet cautiously, a sudden breeze was the only indication that something was amiss. The sound of wires being fired from the military’s 3DMG gear and Hanji’s yells of alarm filled her ears as she turned around slowly. Time seemed to slow down as the figure of a Titan loomed above her, its mouth open as drool dripped grotesquely. She had no chance to run, not even time to scream before its massive hand was swinging at her. She closed her eyes as Hanji screamed her name in anguish, apologizing to Levi in her mind as she felt the blow collide with her body.

Then she felt nothing.

~~~

Levi felt that something was off once there was a sudden cascade of Titans. It started with the flare from Erwin’s squad, then the slight change in the breeze that was pushing its way through the trees. They were abruptly overwhelmed by a horde of 11-meter Titans, a few stray Abnormals running in from the back. Screams filled the part of the forest they were in, cadets rapidly trying to get away from the human-eating creatures. Eren didn’t even look at Levi, as he knew that he would be glaring at him in warning, and told his two friends to run ahead. Levi clicked his tongue in agitation, launching himself off of his horse as the Titan-boy shifted. He flew beside him as he ran into the mass, killing off the strays that tried to go after the rest of his squad. A flare was shot by Levi to retreat, and immediately all cadets scrambled to followed the order.

He dared not look at the fallen bodies, half-eaten and trampled, and instead went after the last few Titans that posed a threat. Eren had run off to aid Erwin’s team, leaving three 8-meters in his wake. Levi dealt with them swiftly, soaring up into a tree to scout the area and make sure it was safe once again. As he was about to set off in pursuit of his squad, his entire world shifted. The sudden surge of monochrome in his visage made his heart stop. Pain started in his heart before spreading to his entire being as a tear fell down his cheek. Unable to move, he dropped to his knees on the tree branch and stared at the now purely white sky. More tears filtered down his cheeks as what had happened hit him. He should have never let her come.

Neither of them expected it.

She hadn’t expected the swipe from the Titan; he hadn’t expected to lose her so soon.

#attack on titan #sad one shot #levi x reader #soulmate #soulmates au #ya didnt see that coming did ya #sorry not sorry #attack on titan one shot #attack on titan story

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jae-canikeepyou · 5 years ago

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pairing: jaehyun x fem!reader genre: fluff a/n: another scenario for you all yay! excuse the grammar if there are sore ones down there.😂 ideas pop up to me at midnight and i probably wrote this with half-lidded eyes/sleepy self lol this is a prequel to this! 😊 enjoy reading! ~j.

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you twirled several times in your new dress, admiring the style and design you recently bought from your savings. it was your favourite outfit. especially today when it was summer; your floral yellow smocked bandeau mini dress shaped your body. gladly your best friend gifted you a new curler and because of that, you tried your best to doll up for today’s occasion. and as much as possible, you kept your makeup natural.

the mirror in front of you revealed your husband jaehyun, eyeing you from head to toe as a smile crept his lips. he rubbed the nape of his neck in surprise that no matter how he looked at you, he always told himself that he chose the right one for him. “wow..”

your lips curve to a smile from ear to ear. “so.. how do i look?” you swayed as you held the hems of your dress, tiptoeing on your wedged heels with fresh white manicure. on every new outfit you wore on dates with jaehyun, you felt like a princess. and this time, you got married, queen was the definite and suitable word now.

“do you want my honest opinion, love?” his hands snaking to hug your waist where he rested his chin onto your shoulder. jaehyun looked at your side profile for a while before looking back at the mirror, in awe that his wife was his world now.

you giggled at his reflection, his ears turning from pink to beetroot red. “i think you’ve said it already.” you kissed his cheek. a scoff from him made you laugh so hard, he chuckled at your reaction.

“damn, i can’t really hide them, can i?” he kissed you back and let his fingers inter-locking with yours. “c’mon, we’ll be late.”

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the drive to the beach was a long one, but since jaehyun was with you, it was ever so often that car karaokes were the norm. it became daily. he called it ‘car’aokes instead, and you sighed at the corny bad pun. yet despite his failed attempt on bad jokes, his voice was so soothing you secretly could not help yourself to record his vocals while he was immersed into the songs he played. today though was quite different. jaehyun wanted to enjoy the drive with a track from chet baker.

you brought out your sunglasses and fixed it onto the bridge of your nose. “love, here.” you handed his pair between your fingers and he took to wear it.

“the vibe’s great.” he turned to the next street. “sun’s out and i’m with you. this is the life.” you hiccuped at the sudden cheesiness, feeling his hand onto yours as you hummed in response. “‘everything happens to me’ is great.” he smiled, referring to the title song track.

at the corners of your eye, you spotted the crystal blue of the sea with white sand in contrast. you sat up properly that it caught jaehyun’s attention. “gosh i love the view!” you squealed as if you’ve seen it for the first time. you loved beaches, which was why for your honeymoon just a month before, you and jaehyun went to the maldives. heck you wished you never left.

“i love this view better.” he said under his breath as he smiled, but you couldn’t hear it since you excitedly vlogged the scenery. minutes later you both arrived at the car park just by the beach. jaehyun unbuckled his seat belt and grab the essentials. just by the outdoor hut and public toilets, he noticed how men would eye you differently. and because of these kinds of indicidents, he became protective. you felt him pulling your body closer to him. “stay close to me, y/n.”

you sensed what he meant and you assured him that everything will be fine. “aren’t we close already?” you teased as you both walked to the party.

“closer is better.”

upon arriving to the beach, johnny and your best friend min-ju welcomed you both. their one year old son youngmin, immediately ran to you with his wobbly legs and squeaky shoes; it was a gift jaehyun chose for his first birthday.

“hey buddy!” you bent down, later carrying him in your arms. “i heard you’ll be a big brother soon! oh min-ju he looks just like you.” the compliment made her blush. she then brought you to the nearby restaurant where the others had been.

jaehyun had his hands in his pockets, smiling to himself at the sight of you as he followed you from behind. johnny nudged him, making the lad blush. “so how was the honeymoon?” he wrapped his arm around his shoulders, attempting a head rub.

“it was great. could’ve stayed there longer but i had to work with the team right after-”

“will youngmin expect a best friend in a few months?” johnny’s grin crept his lips and for sure he wanted to see his best bud’s reaction.

“oh my go- dude!” jaehyun attempted a punch but was stopped by taeyong, yuta and taeil.

“what did we miss?” taeil asked the younger ones. curiosity grew in him when he spotted jaehyun’s red ears. “yep, i think i got what you mean.”

the party began shortly after lunch. at one table, there were two buckets of blue and pink, and post-its beside them. variety of foods were placed nearly onto the tables. you stood beside jaehyun, who wrote his guess onto the squared paper as you poked his cheek. “i think it’s a boy.” you said.

“my guess is a girl.” jaehyun held your waist, walking to the rest of the group. there was a short video tribute, of how johnny’s family had started; from the proposal to the birth of youngmin. games were played too, and it somehow ended up becoming a bet of who will have their next child. now, johnny and min-ju stood at the front with youngmin as they lead everyone out to the beach. the baby’s gender was about to be revealed.

phones and cameras were up already to record the moment. johnny had his baseball bat ready and min-ju threw the ball. blue powder scattered the air and you hopped in joy, cupping your mouth for a louder volume. jaehyun found that trait of yours cute and imagined the time when you both become parents some day in the future.

his friends approached him and johnny soon followed. “congrats johnny!” mark shook the older’s one hand. behind the dimpled man, little did jaehyun know that his friends planned to tease him again and obviously it was johnny’s idea.

yuta nudged jaehyun, trying to point out how his wife and you, were conversing by the hammock. “looks like they’re having a good time.”

“y/n, how was maldives?” sakura sat beside you, handing you fresh orange juice and cookies.

“tell me about it. i’d want to live there forever. it’s all stress free.” you munched onto the cookies as you told her how the place truly felt like paradise.

sakura giggled at your hungry self. she noticed how much of a foodie you were today and leaned in to whisper. “you can’t be.. uh pregnant right?”

you bursted out a laugh with cheeks that made you look like a hamster. automatically your hands waved in the air. you held your dress and made your stomach shape visible through the fabric. “it’s a food belly though.” you tapped onto it.

jaehyun choked on his drink when the droplets slid down his lips. quickly he put down the glass he was holding as he watched you giggle with sakura. smirking at the scene, yuta saw the lad with a teasing mind. “it’s probably a sign, jae.” he said, making him cough.

*cough* “it can’t be that fas-” he trailed off, later realising how he slipped. “ah! it’s not what you-”

“so youngmin will actually be expecting a best friend in the months coming.” johnny interrupted, overhearing the conversation. “great i’ll tell him!”

“uh wait we haven’t really plan-” jaehyun stumbled his words, panicking that how to reply.

squeals and laughters from children stopped the men from teasing jaehyun. they looked over to where you were, surrounded with children who thought you had a life inside you by tapping your belly. your flustered state caused you to fan yourself from the heat. whether it was from the temperature or the reaction towards the children, heat still crawled your body.

you carried youngmin in your arms and he pointed at your stomach. jaehyun rubbed the nape of his neck; a lost for words. he really wanted to have a family with you, be a father to your kids and watch each other grow as parent.

his tinted ears caught the attention of his friends. “is y/n really pregnant?” taeyong asked.

“babies are crowding over her.” taeil took a sip from his drink.

“she’s loved by everyone because she’s a teacher. i’m guessing it’s instinct for children to know if a person loves children.” jaehyun looked at you.

“well, i’m sure she’ll be a great mom.” taeil said, noticing how jaehyun held his chest that was probably hammering quick.

the party was ending and you later stood beside jaehyun, his hands rubbing circles at your back. his lips took your attention where teeth marks were seen. whenever he would bite his lips, it only meant that either he was thinking too much, or that he was stressed. he felt fingers brushed onto them made jaehyun turn to you. “hm?” he hummed.

“are you okay?” you asked with worry in your eyes. he didn’t respond, but his large palms pulled you to rest on his chest for a hug. “well if you are, i think we should be heading home.”

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you had already fastened your seatbelt. jaehyun soon opened the door, typing away on his phone as he waited for the air conditioning to settle down. his brows furrowed onto the luminated screen.

[22:54] john suh: “u might want 2 buy a pregnancy tester. :p”

[22:55] john suh: “there’s a possibility ;D”

[22:56] jae jung: “we’ll do that if symptoms comes, johnny. lol take care on ur way home. see you at the office in 2 days. :p”

“love?” he shot up at your voice and grabbed your hand.

“yes?” he asked and you pointed at the back.

“they’re flickering headlights?” you giggled and jaehyun embarrassedly stepped on the gear with his faint dimples.

whilst on the way, jaehyun decided to stop by the convenient store before heading home. he opened the roof for fresh air and to stargaze. he thought that a little night snack wouldn’t hurt, so when he saw you entering the car with a bagful of snacks, all he could do was to hide his reaction from you. you sat comfortably with your legs rested onto the dashboard, munching away your favourite sushi roll and chips. he saw your slowly-hyped up self, dancing to nothing but the sound crunches your mouth made as you created your own song out of pure happiness.

when you danced, he then remembered the children back at the party. his eyes took a quick glance towards your belly and did notice a belly. his loud gulp caused you to turn at him. “okay, what’s up with you?” you giggled. “you’re all so tensed right now.”

“uhm n-nothing.” jaehyun said as his fingers gripped so tightly onto the stirring wheel.

you eyed him with a smirk, and a short stare-off happened. “are you sure love?”

“of course!” he attempted a smile but gulped unknowingly.

“uh-huh. i recognise that kind of gulp.” you popped another piece into your mouth.

jaehyun inhaled deeply enough that his lungs were running out of oxygen. all kinds of ideas came flooding his mind. did you know what he was thinking as you looked at him? he anticipated for the answer and the silence was killing him. maybe you overheard his conversation with the guys? of the possibility that you might be-

“you’re hungry too, aren’t you?” you laughed so loud that jaehyun did the same. “you could’ve just gotten a pack for yourself!”

“what?” a dumbfounded jaehyun asked with his mouth slightly open. “oh gosh..”

“look i even got your favourites!” you fumbled the insides of the paper bag. “see!”

jaehyun pursed his lips, grabbing a red handkerchief from his pockets to wipe the sweat rolling down his temples. as he finished doing so, a piece of chip appeared before him. “y/n my love. you are so cute.” he said with his ears dusted with pink shade.

“it’s my dress that makes me feel cute.” you singsonged.

“no i mean i find you really cute when you’re hungry all the time. you’ve had cravings here and there. sometimes it’s out of the blue too. the guys even joked about it but i just can’t help thinking that you might be-” he felt you kiss his cheek as he said his feelings in one breath. you smiled at him lovingly, and you found your hands interlocking with his.

“the guys could be right though.” you spoke in a soft voice. jaehyun had his hopes high earlier with his friends, but right now the assumption was confusing. “but they could be wrong too. jae, we’ve been wanting to start a family. i know that completely. we even talked about this back in college and i really can’t wait for that time to come when there’s mini you’s and me’s. we have to wait for the right time.“ you said as you caressed his cheeks.

“okay.” he finally smiled. “i guess i just got excited at the thought of it. because the hyungs have their own children and i’m kinda lacking behind.”

“it’s never a race to start a fambam! it’s a process that needs effort and dedication.” you said. “and for the record, mark’s still single so you’re way a step ahead.”

“but you just said it’s not a race.” jaehyun chuckled.

“did you know mark actually planned to pursue me back in high school?” you teased jaehyun again. his smile slowly disappears on every word. “but you were better at scoring the jackpot so yeah.” you gestured yourself.

jaehyun’s face cringed at your self compliment. yet he wouldn’t say he didn’t like it. “that’s because you’re really cute, hot nerd.”

“nah you’re star player who caught my eye, hot coach.” you felt your neck being pulled closer. he looked at your lips and tilted his chin slightly for a kiss.

there were only two things; the signs earlier could be wrong or that it was going to happen soon. jaehyun knew anyway, that you both were to be parents later in the future.

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